#study with raincloud

[hopelessromantic5]

Part 2 of ghost-visit merthur Drabble.

Magic reveal included.

The blonde studied his manservant, as he was in the habit of doing, lately. Merlin was nervous and perhaps even…scared?

What possible reason could Merlin have to fear him?

“I’m not going to like this, am I?” Arthur did not need an answer, he already knew that he wouldn’t.

“Maybe-“ Merlin stopped and started again. “It might be easier if I show you.” He was quiet, only illuminated by the light coming into the princes chambers from the corridor.

Arthur honestly didn’t have any idea what was about to happen.

When it was over, he felt like an idiot for not seeing it sooner.

The first thing Merlin did was cup his palms together, in front of his chest, eyes closed, as if he were praying.

He, all at once, opened his hands and his eyes, revealing a glowing blue butterfly, Arthur focused on it only for a heartbeat, gasping at the sight.

Then he caught Merlin’s own gaze, blue eyes turned golden like the heat of the sun, shining brighter than any fire Arthur had ever seen.

The Prince felt many things. Confusion and shame and anger, at himself, at Merlin, at his father.

But surprisingly, Arthur felt no fear. He didn’t get that sickening drop in his stomach that normally occurred when confronted with magic.

He had the quick thought that maybe it was because the magic was always being used by people who wanted him dead.

Instead of that unbearable chill in the air, Merlin’s magic left Arthur feeling like he’d just been out training in the summer. He felt renewed, recharged.

When Merlin let the butterfly disappear into the room, brightening the space about a foot in either direction of its flapping wings, his eyes faded back to their stormy blue, rainclouds over the ocean.

Arthur was speechless.

A million scenes over the past few years played through his mind’s eye with this new knowledge now secured. Everything seemed to make a little more sense. The prince never being able to find Merlin in times of trouble, his manservant always disappearing and hiding behind trees while bandits were being tripped by roots that weren’t there before, felled by branches falling at the perfect time. Victories being won against foes that Arthur had no recollection of defeating.

Arthur should be dead ten times over, probably. If not for the man who stood before him. If not for magic.

He couldn’t find words for a long time.

Merlin did not rush him.

He just stood silently, waiting for whatever fate he assumed was awaiting him. Arthur could only imagine the worst case scenarios playing through his manservant’s mind and it was enough to make him sick.

Finally after taking a deep breath into his lungs, the prince spoke.

“I understand.”

Merlin blinked his eyes three times, an instinct in Arthur nearly verbalized that he was akin to an owl, he thought better of it.

“You-you what?”

“I understand why you didn’t tell me. I can only assume this is not a fact that you share with many people, let alone…you know, me.” Arthur’s nerves were beginning to catch up to him. He wasn’t used to being so bare and unguarded, and certainly not in front of Merlin.

But another fact he was settling upon him was that Merlin had the upper hand here. He’d possibly always had it, from that very first day. Yet, even when Merlin was his most fed up, his most aggravated with Arthur, even at times when they refused to speak to each other out of pure stubbornness, Merlin never turned on him. Never even used his magic to give Arthur a good smack over the head (that he probably deserved).

Even when Merlin had to watch his own people die on the pyre, he never turned on Arthur.

Not even when he learned what Arthur did that awful day. A quiet Druid camp drowned in the screams of the innocent because he was too much of a coward to stand up to his father, and not enough of a Prince to get his knights to obey his orders of sparing the children. Even though, he failed.

Merlin never lost faith in him. The prince still sees it, even now.

“You’re not…angry?” This voice was small compared to his usual boisterous demeanor.

“I am angry.” Arthur nodded. “But only at our circumstances. If I were not here and you were not there, none of this would be as difficult as it is.”

“You must know,” Merlin whispered. “I’ve only ever used it to help you. To ensure that you and this kingdom were safe.” The prince saw him swallow, one of his many tells. Merlin is nervous. “Arthur, I told you this once before, but back home I was…lost. I had all of this pent up energy and nowhere to put it down, I felt I had no true purpose there. I’ve since learned many things that all led me to one conclusion. I’m supposed to be here, at your side. To make sure you actually survive long enough to ascend the throne-“

Arthur almost interjected to say he didn’t need protecting but clamped his mouth shut because he knew, now, that wasn’t necessarily true, as much as he hated to admit it.

“-but also because…Well,” Merlin cleared his throat, Arthur took a moment to wonder what he was about to say that was causing him to be so antsy. “I do not think I could leave, even if you ordered me to go. I…I think being away from you would probably rip me apart.” He laughed a humorless, pitiful laugh and was looking down at feet. Arthur watched a tear fall from his eyes like the first raindrop and land on the stone floor.

“I could never send you away.” Arthur shook his head. “You’re just as necessary to this kingdom’s survival as I am.”

Merlin audibly gasped, Arthur went on as if he didn’t hear it.

“I want Camelot to be…I don’t know, good, for lack of a better word. I want it to be welcoming and bright and full of life. Not plagued with death and decay and heartache. I do not want even our poorest citizens to have to wonder what they will eat in the winter. I don’t want another person stepping foot into this kingdom and immediately witnessing a beheading, or a pyre being lit. That is not the kind of place I wish to govern. All I can do is my best, but I need you here. I need you with me. I only ever considered that I could truly change the way things are, when,” he took a heavy breath, “when I realized that you actually believed in me. That you, an insubordinate, treasonous, outsider that had absolutely no reason to ever think such things, you actually had faith that I could do it. And since that day, your faith has been what keeps me going. So you can’t-“

Arthur hadn’t dared to watch Merlin while he spilled his messy heart all over the room. The first shining of the sun was rising over the horizon and soon, they would have to face each other in the daylight.

“You can’t leave, okay?”

The prince walked further into his chambers as he spoke, away from the door, lest any of the guards overhear their conversation.

“That may be selfish of me to request, knowing that you are constantly in danger here. But I am also in a position where I can make sure that you never face the hands of my father. I would never let him hurt you, you know that, right?”

A chuckle was heard from where Merlin still stood behind him,

“I do now.” It was emotional and ridiculous but Arthur was relieved. That Merlin was still Merlin.

“Good.” The prince sighed. “We can discuss this more tomorrow. You can tell me everything I’ve, apparently, missed.”

“Absolutely, sire.”

Arthur turned after a few moments of silence and Merlin was still standing there, in the middle of the room.

“Merlin?”

“Yes, sire?”

“Is there something else you wanted to say?” The prince couldn’t help the smile that was creeping up his face.

“Um…” The raven boy cleared his throat, again. Looking unsure, with more light in the room, Arthur could see his brows pinched. “No, no. Nothing we can’t discuss tomorrow.”

“You’re sure?” At this point Arthur was wondering if either he or the both of them were in immediate danger.

“Well I’m not exactly sure if she would want me to tell y-“

“She?!” Arthur voice, embarrassingly, cracked in the middle of his outraged cry. Merlin looked at him like he had goat horns growing out of his head.

In a much calmer tone, Arthur continued.

“And who is ‘she’?”

Something bloomed on Merlin’s face that had Arthur wary.

“Before we get to that, I have a question for you.”

“For me?”

“Considering this is officially the first day that we’re being honest with each other, someone told me that you have a secret of your own and I’d like to know what it is.”

Arthur, dumbfounded and feeling somewhat ambushed, could not think of anything to say other than,

“I didn’t hear a question.”

Like an idiot.

“Must you be so difficult? What is it you’re not telling me? How do you even have time in the day to keep secrets? I know where you are every minute.”

“Technically, I already told you.”

Arthur decided he would much rather brood out the window, staring at the sunset than watch Merlin flinch away from him in disgust.

“When?” The man honestly had no idea.

The prince rolled his eyes, pushing away a stupid smile.

“Just now, you idiot.”

“Did I miss part of the conversation? When did you-“ at the sound of Merlin cutting himself short, Arthur’s neck swiveled. He watched the pieces come together and realization finally hit.

He looked confused.

“I’m confused,” Of course. “You can’t possibly mean-“

“When I said your faith keeps me going, I meant it, Merlin.” There he was, standing in the morning rays, breathtaking as ever, the reason Camelot remains standing. Looking at Arthur as if he were speaking a different language.

“I rise out of that bed every morning simply because I know you will be there.”

This was not the prince and his manservant, this was just Merlin and Arthur. Two boys that met under unfortunate and unfair circumstances.

“And in those gut wrenching moments when I can’t find you, the fear feels as if it might kill me. If anything ever happened-“ Arthur turned his head away and swallowed a sob that threatened to ricochet through him at the mere thought.

“I would probably burn the entire world to the ground.” He whispered. More as a thought to himself, a thought he had never let come to pass.

It was silent for a few heartbeats. Merlin broke it.

“There is a word for that.”

Arthur hung his head at that. Defeat.

He’d finally been bested.

It finally caught him. He’d been evading it for years before Merlin came along, always sidestepping its ever-growing reach.

“Yes, there is.” He admitted. The morning was surreal and glowing, everything had a halo of rainbows. Arthur was running on nothing but adrenaline and at his confession, all of the energy completely drained out of him.

“Though,” Merlin took a step in his direction, and then another. “I shouldn’t. Against my better judgment…I love you, too.”

Arthur had been branded in that moment. As if Merlin had touched his bare skin with a red-hot poker. The words echoed through his emptying mind and bounced off the walls of his chambers.

“I don’t believe you.” Arthur could not catch them before the words fell out of his face.

He was met with chuckling.

Had he said something funny?

“You don’t believe me? The entire bloody kingdom can see it and you, stubborn arse, refuse to believe it, of course.” Merlin rolled his eyes. “Why would I tell you I love you if I didn’t mean it?”

“To make me feel better?” Arthur offered.

“As much as I would hate to hurt your feelings, I would never lie to you about that.”

Arthur suddenly had a thought.

“If that’s the case then who’s the woman?”

“What woman?”

“Earlier you said you weren’t sure if ‘she’ wanted you to tell me. Who’s she? And what did she tell you?”

“Oh.” Merlin fell silent.

And simultaneously, the room went dark.

Arthur’s first thought was that he blacked out. But no. He was still standing in place, he could hear the bustle of the castle beginning to rise for the day.

Someone had merely closed the curtains, blocking out the sun completely.

“Merlin? Did you do that?” Instinctively, his hand when to the hilt of his sword.

“No.” Followed immediately by, “Take my hands.”

“What?”

“I’m going to show you something. Take my hands.”

Arthur could only ever trust Merlin. With everything. His heart, his life, his kingdom.

His manservant’s eyes began to glow the second their hands touched.

It took the prince by surprise by he didn’t pull away. It seemed to take Merlin somewhat by surprise, also. His hands were buzzing, humming with power, Arthur fingers became numb from it after seconds.

Over the ringing in his ears the prince heard Merlin mumble,

“She’s here.”

The buzzing of his skin ceased, his eyes remained golden, blinking and unseeing.

“Who’s here?”

“Turn around and see for yourself.”

Arthur’s brows pinched in confusion, the heavy door at the entrance to his chambers had not been opened. They would’ve heard it.

He turned, dropping Merlin’s hands in the process, shocked beyond words to actually see a figure standing there.

Pale and beautiful. And sad.

He knew her upon sight.

Not because he had any memory of her face to call upon, no portraits were ever painted of her, but he knew, the way every child knows their mother.

He was stuck in place, memorizing every detail that he could to take with him later. To cherish.

“Arthur, my boy.” She spoke softly, only interrupted by her own crying.

Rather than trying to speak again, she crossed the distance between them and engulfed him in a hug.

The hug Arthur thought he would never have. The warmth of which, he’d gone an entire childhood without.

There truly was nothing more healing than being surrounded by a person who loves you, unconditionally.

“H-how did- why-?” Arthur cut each thought short because they did not seem important enough.

“I’m so sorry, mother.” He whispered into his mothers shoulder, silently letting wells of tears flow. “You should never have met such an awful fate because of me.”

“Hush now, none of that.” The Queen placed her hands on either side of Arthur’s face, holding him up. “I have been here with you, all this time, Arthur. That is all I ever wanted; To be with you. That is the only regret I carry regarding your birth, I would do it all again, if it meant you got the chance to live.”

“You’ve been…here? In the castle?”

She nodded.

“Seeing but never seen.” Arthur was both elated and heartbroken at seeing his mother this way. “That was the rule. Though, I think with your friend over there, anything is possible.”

“Yes, I’m beginning to think he’s more powerful than he lets on.” The absurdity of this conversation was not lost on him. If anyone had told him five hours ago that this would be his new normal, he’d probably have them thrown in the stocks.

His mother laughed and it was a beautiful sound, like the the high chiming of the wind charms made by a woman in the lower town, citizens hang them to hear them sing when the Earth is speaking through the breeze.

“I think you underestimate him quite a bit, your highness.” She shook her head at him, as every other mother had that Arthur always looked upon and wondered. “Merlin is magic. He is the power of the earth made human. And his loyalty is to you. You are a very fortunate king, indeed.”

“Not King yet, mother.”

She sobered immediately from her playfulness.

Arthur did not have to guess why.

“Do not listen to your father, Arthur. It may go against all you’ve been taught but he is not always right. In fact, he is almost always wrong. Especially in terms of political affairs, but always with you. What he says to you, of you, is what he thinks of himself. He is angry because he is getting old and he cannot control time. He has taken his life’s hardships out on you and you never deserved that, Arthur. You are a great man and you will make a fantastic King.”

As the last words fell, she began to fade, slowly. But her skin was turning more translucent with every second. Arthur mourned all over again.

“Our time has run out, my boy, even our Merlin can only hold the connection so long. But I will always be here, should you need me.”

“I love you, mother.”

“I love you, too, Arthur.” Faint, but Arthur heard it.

Then, she was gone.

And now Arthur had to pick up the eight year old version of himself that was currently balled up in the center of his chest, and put him back where he goes. In a dark dusty corner of his mind.

It was quiet for a few moments.

The prince turned to find Merlin sat in the floor, the same spot he had been standing, on the other side of the room.

The manservant rose shakily.

“Well, that was…”

“Yeah, it was.” Arthur sighed, long and exhausted.

“Merlin, you are going to go tell my father that I have been unwell since supper last night. Then you will come back here.” Arthur began to unclad himself of belts and tunics.

“Tomorrow, we talk. Today, We are taking a well-deserved nap.”

“You’re inviting me to…take a nap with you.” The blonde could hear the smile creeping into Merlin’s voice as he spoke but decided he was too tired to scold him.

“Yes, Merlin. Or you’re welcome to go sleep in Gaius’ chambers with him banging beakers and books around all day. Be my guest.”

“I’ll be back in a flash, sire.”

Arthur turned just in time to see Merlin wink at him before leaving.

So, this was the new normal.

Arthur liked it.

#merthur #merlin #merlin and arthur #arthur pendragon #merthur fic #bbc merlin #part 2 #Igraine #thanks for all the love on the first part #wanted to get this out before moving onto my more depressing project #lol #Arthur is jealous #it’s kinda funny

[peachesofteal]

Hello peach hope you're doing well!!

I want to say that I love your writing, i grow too attached to it especially dead disco, you have no idea how it represents my deepest weaknesses and things in me that i never seen written in details that hit the right way, the way that darling is loved and wanted and even cherished by them yet she's so drown in her "what ifs" and worst case scenarios... i don't know if you do requests but my birthday is coming by, and well my birthday aren't the happiest days so every year i act like a workaholic in grieve, so i thought what of darling is like this and both her lovers notice how gloomy and on edge she gets when her birthday approach, how she may fake her birthday dates and never really talk about it when it's one week away...i think it'll hurt good, thanks again! 🩷🤎

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Hi love! Sorry this is a bit late, if your birthday has already passed, I hope it was okay for you. I usually feel like there’s a raincloud following me around on my own birthday, so I can relate to not enjoying it so much. I hope you like this! 🖤

18+ MDNI brief mention of spanking and praise kink, angst, comfort, emotional issues, Simon is in charge, darling is her own tag-warning / no au / dead disco canon - early relationship

It started with a lie.

A lie you had told months ago, on the patio, glass of wine in your hand. You had been enjoying the summer sun, curled up in your underwear on Johnny's lap, Simon's fingers working circles into the balls of your feet.

"My birthday just passed, actually." Johnny startled underneath you.

"What? How come ye never told us?"

"I don't know..." you swallowed, hard. "We had just started hanging out, I didn't want to make a big deal." The lie is incredible. So many half truths, twisted into something so false.

The reality was, your birthday wasn't for another few months. And you usually didn't make it a big deal, had stopped celebrating it years ago. Once everything started to feel hollow. Once you started to feel like maybe, your birthday really wasn't something to be happy about. Maybe, if you just pretended it didn't exist, it would sting less. Hurt less, when others did too.

"I wish we had known, darling." Simon interrupts your thoughts, and you shrug.

"Next year."

"Is everything alright?” Simon’s hand squeezes yours, drawing your attention from where you’re staring at a book, but not really reading. He can tell. He always can tell. “You’ve been quiet today.”

Your jaw tenses and relaxes with one breath. “Yeah, I’m just tired.” In reality, you were fine. Everything was fine. Johnny was in the kitchen, you were half sprawled across Simon with your paperback. You had a full belly and two doting, loving, warm partners, home, together, in the flat. What more could you want?

It’s hard to explain, the feeling of your impending birthday. The doom spiral that it begins in your heart, the sucker punch that it will deliver the morning of.

The guys don’t even know it’s your birthday, they think it’s not for however long ahead the made up date was.

You can’t decide if it’s worse, or better that you lied. Probably worse.

Will they remember? You never gave them a definite date. Will they push you on it?

You sneak a glance at Simon and realize he’s watching you, studying your micro expressions and picking them apart.

Definitely worse.

You feel awful when you think about how disappointed they’ll be if they find out, how Johnny’s face with twist with sadness, confusion.

You mentally cross your fingers, and hope it never comes up.

Your hopes are drastically dashed the next day, when you come home to a silent flat, Simon sitting at the kitchen table with his hands folded.

“Hi?”

“How was your day?” He asks and you shrug.

“Fine.” You peer into the fridge, feigning interest to avoid whatever the fuck is happening at the kitchen table right now. “Where’s Johnny?”

“Out.” Out?

“Out where?”

“On an errand. Come here.” It’s a command, something you recognize now, and your mind goes on red alert, chest rattling with a shaky breath.

Your feet deliver you to him on auto pilot.

“You got something delivered today.” There’s a shiny piece of postcard barely peeking out from his palms, glinting in the kitchen light. “It’s from your dentist.”

“Oh.” You laugh, nervously, scratching your neck because you don’t know what else to do with your hands.

“They wanted to wish you a happy birthday. Since it’s on the fifteenth.”

Fuck.

Your brain splits in two. One half of you wants to double down and assure him it must be a mistake. The other half wants to say you’re sorry, burst into tears and crawl into his lap.

“Darling?”

“Yeah… I uh… it’s uh.” He raises an eyebrow and you trail off, eyes finding the floor, hot shame crawling up your spine to your cheeks.

“Why did you lie?” You open your mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. No words, no lies, no rebuttals… just- a void. Nothing.

The walls feel like they’re ten feet closer to you, squeezing in on all sides, bearing down.

“Hey, hey.” His fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you closer into his body while you suck in a hurried breath.

You can’t do this. You can’t tell him. You don’t want them to know.

“I can’t.” You whisper to your feet, and he strokes a thumb across your pulse point.

“You can’t?” He pushes, like you knew he would. It doesn’t take much for you to fold, and when he squeezes you wrist encouragingly, you break.

“I… don’t like my birthday. So, I lied. I said it was a while ago so you guys didn’t know.”

“Why do you not like it?” You shrug.

“I don’t know. It just always seems so, empty. It makes me sad. When you’re a kid, birthdays are special you know? And then as you get older they just get… worse. It’s supposed to be a day to celebrate but I only ever feel alone. I feel like, I don’t know. Like it’s just sad. And not special.” Your lower lip trembles, but you swallow down the lump in your throat, unable to let yourself fall apart, unable to fall beneath the weight. “I can’t explain it but there’s always a pit in my stomach, the morning of, and I can never shake it. It’s not like my previous relationships even really went out of their way to do something, so I… I don’t know.” You cut yourself off from your ramble by biting the inside of your cheek, trying to ward off a tidal wave of emotion.

“I see.” He pauses, and then wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly close. “And you were worried you’d feel the same, with us?” You shrug again. “Did you think we’d disappoint you?”

“No!” You blurt. “No, I just- I didn’t want the expectation. I didn’t want-“

“To be let down.” You shake your head with a denial, but Simon only nods, face grave and serious. “You always feel alone on your birthday. Why should it be any different now?”

“Because-“

“Because you don’t trust this yet.”

“That’s not true.”

“You trust us, darling. I know that. Johnny knows that. But trauma is muscle memory. It takes more than a few months with a new relationship to heal the build up of the pain and experiences you’ve been carrying.”

You can feel yourself twisting on the hook of his words. It’s so hard… to believe. To know. To trust but… this. Him and Johnny- you know it’s real. You’re terrified it’s real. It gives you the sweetest dreams and the scariest nightmares.

“I’m sorry I lied.”

“That’s alright, love. I’m not angry.” He watching you closely, cradling your jaw when your lip picks back up with it’s quivering. “But I think you need to feel better. I think you’ve been bottling this up for weeks now, haven’t you?” You suck in a deep breath, ragged and raw. You’re buzzing now, feeling too big for your skin, your clothes, your nerve endings rattling inside your body. “Should we sort it out?”

You nod.

“Words, darling.”

“Yes, Simon.”

When Johnny waltzes through the front door an hour later with a cake and a dozen balloons, he’s half curious, half elated to see you over Simon’s knee with your pants around your ankles, wide palm smoothing the raw skin of your ass as he hums sweetly to you.

“Shhh, good girl. I know, I know. It’s alright. You did so good for me.” Simon calls over your sniffling. “Johnny, c’mere. I think our girl is ready for her first gift.”

#peaches asks #dead disco #ghost x soap x reader #john mactavish #simon riley

[noosayog]

[IT'S ALWAYS BEEN YOU] - knight! Iwaizumi x princess! reader

warnings/content: royal au, arranged marriage, mutual pining, angst

wc: 1.7k

part 4. directory here.

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Iwaizumi has always been serious. He takes his studies seriously, his knight training seriously, his duties seriously. His primary school teachers often praised him for being a wonderful counterpart to Prince Oikawa’s flippantness and spells of melodrama, unbefitting of a future king. By the end of his first year of primary school, he had heard more compliments for his prompt leashing of Prince Oikawa than for his own achievements. Perfect scores would be praised for being a good example for the future king. Team athletics wins would be praised for making Prince Oikawa look good. Every achievement was marked by the effect it would have on the Prince. 

During Iwaizumi’s first visit to the palace, King Oikawa had said, “I’m glad to meet the young man who has been the subject of unending praises from all the teachers.” 

Iwaizumi had lifted his head from its bowed position, preening from the high praise. 

“Thank you, your Highness.” 

“I thank you for being an exemplary friend to keep my son in check.” 

Smile fading, Iwaizumi had bowed again, muttering an obligatory “of course, it is only my duty.” 

By the time Iwaizumi meets you, his station is very much established. He is your older brother’s companion, friend, and keeper. 

And his frequent visits to the castle translates to frequently seeing you. Oftentimes, he would offer you a wordless bow as you skipped around the palace, no particular destination or objective in mind. You were free, unlike your brother, destined to sit on the throne. The first time he ever spoke words to you, an introduction of himself, you had cut him off. 

“I know you,” you said. “You’re like Toru’s doggy!” 

No doubt, you had innocent intentions but Iwaizumi’s expression had frozen in place. You left him standing there while you frolicked away, blissfully unaware of how easily you had called him out. Even from your young age, you were unapologetically outspoken, no doubt a product of Toru’s spoiling and your parents’ leniency. Iwaizumi was happy to be added to your group of admirers, along with the maids, butlers, and visiting nobles that would trail after you, charmed by your innocence and brightness. Your straightforwardness, untainted by hidden desires and ulterior motives.

You, on the other hand, grew in your dislike for him. He had always suspected it had much to do with the way he always followed orders, solidifying his position as the kingdom’s dog in your little mind. He didn’t mind, though. Iwaizumi was happy to be near your sunny disposition, even if he had to be your raincloud occasionally. 

When Iwaizumi, along with Matsukawa and Hanamaki, were finally knighted, you were just then beginning to start your lessons and etiquette training. Iwaizumi took instant notice of your increasing tantrums and prickly behavior. Nothing irritated you more than knowing that every detail of your day was being reported to your father. 

The anger on your face could not be hidden when the King had formally assigned Iwaizumi as your personal knight. 

“I don’t need a babysitter, father!” 

“Silence! Your mother and I have been lenient enough for your childhood. You are coming of age soon and it would benefit you to learn from someone as upstanding as Sir Iwaizumi.” 

Iwaizumi stood stoic, only bowing a goodbye before following you, storming out of the throne room.

The first couple of months were tough. You did anything and everything to try to shake him from following you and yelled scathing comments everyday. However, it all changed that day when you had tried to sneak out of the castle by jumping your balcony. Iwaizumi’s heart nearly stopped when he saw your little palms gripping the rail and your body swinging precariously from the ledge. 

When he had caught you, your face was pinched up, as if bracing yourself for a lecture from him. And usually, he would. But Iwaizumi himself, was still calming his heartbeat from the fear that he may not have made it in time. Selfishly, he held you closer and tighter the entire way up to your room and it wasn’t until he went to lay you in your bed that he realized how scared you must have been. Your arms refused to unwind themselves from his neck and he simply stayed bent over, allowing you to use him however you pleased. 

After that, well, the rest was history. You abandoned your old methods of bullying him (well, the worst you could really do is make him stand behind you while you invited Hanamaki, Matsukawa, and your elder brother to tea). You swaddled him with attention and he, for once, was pleased to be on the other side. While he already very much liked your prickly, temperamental side, he found that he liked being on the receiving end of your smiles and laughter more. This period of gentle times made it easy to overlook your growing affection for him. He was grateful for your pleasantness and basked contentedly in your attention, so much so that he convinced himself that your newfound attachment to him was simply out of thankfulness and respect, something he didn’t have from you before.

It would be a lie to say that he had never once considered you as a woman upon your growth into your twenties. But whenever those thoughts crossed his mind, he immediately squashed them. He had gone on many midnight runs and requested spontaneous spars with fellow knights to banish those thoughts. You were a princess and he was simply a knight who was lucky enough to be friends with your brother. If he were to even consider breaking tradition and courting you, he would no longer be of use to you and Toru. He was sure the king would banish him from the castle, from seeing you and Toru ever again.

And in spite of all this, he never could have predicted that your feelings for him would remain strong throughout your adult years and even worse, threaten your path to happiness.

Yes, Iwaizumi had known about your engagement many moons before you were to find out. The king had plied Iwaizumi with a file of information on your future partner, prince Kuroo Testuro of Nekoma. It was only natural that Iwaizumi, as your knight and friend, did proper due diligence on the one who would take over his role permanently – his role of caring for you. The bitterness at the thought of being replaced is easy to ignore when he imagines how happy you would be with a partner befitting of your status. 

On paper, Kuroo Tetsuro looked the perfect partner, suitable for someone as wonderful as you. Well-liked, intelligent, and has no history of womanizing. Not that Iwaizumi cared, but the foreign prince was apparently tall, handsome, and funny as well. 

So in a way, this request for union with Nekoma came at a good time. Your prince would be someone all-around loved and lovely. Befitting of a princess.

And your infatuation with him? It has always been something temporary. Once you meet your future husband, you would see how much better you can have than a knight like himself.

Now, he knew you would oppose when the king told you of the betrothal; it wouldn’t be you without the spark of rebellion and slight flair of dramatics. You were your brother’s sister, after all. But nothing prepared Iwaizumi for the sheer despair in your eyes as your father all but prisoned you in your room. He followed you to your room, taking extra care to trail steps behind you. You just needed time, he nodded to himself. 

Intending to give you space and quiet, he remained at the door but you had tugged on his hand, pleading for his company. The signals were going off in his mind, but he couldn’t bear to turn you down, with your watery eyes and red cheeks staring imploringly up at him.

His fears were realized when you had asked him to run away with you.

A part of him that he had been denying and ignoring for years began to fester and throb like a wound that had been ignored for too long. He felt ill at the sight of you being willing to risk your future, your happiness, just to be with him. It was head-spinning, heart-throbbing madness.

And so it had to be him. He had to be the responsible one here. As much as it filled him to the brim with joy that you loved him this much, it scared him equally. Scared him because he had already made up his mind to let you go. Scared that he had far underestimated your infatuation. Scared him that he had made the wrong choice all these years, that he should have distanced himself the moment he realized your feelings. Scared that it was his fault that you won’t be able to fall in love with the right man. Scared that you could now never be happy because it can’t be him. All his fault.

With a breaking heart and shaky hands, he had pried your desperate fingers off. After all, his moment of weakness now could cause you your happiness forever.

And he would never forget your face when he had left you sitting there on the floor of your bedroom.

—

And in spite of all that, Iwaizumi felt betrayed. Betrayed by the on-paper, perfect Prince Kuroo when he heard of the prince’s proposition for you.

He can’t help but feel his efforts wasted. If only this prince had any idea of the clenched fists and unsaid words that Iwaizumi has had to hold back all these years. It should have been so easy for him. Without lifting a finger, this prince has a chance to be with you. To have you as his. And yet, he wants more. He wants you as his partner and another lover. 

This is not the happiness he had always envisioned for you. 

You deserve the world and a husband who loves you whole-heartedly is only the bare minimum.

Iwaizumi cannot believe his ears when you agree.

It gets worse when you send him home. With one word from you, he is not even allowed to remain by your side, watch over you as you attain the happiness you so deserve. He doesn’t know where it comes from, but a hot, bubbly feeling overflows in his chest. It leaves hollow caverns running through his body, nothing but the following thought echoing in his mind:

I’m in love with you.

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[btsmosphere]

Heaven’s Open | JJK

~summary: it’s never a good time for the heavens to open, trapping you to wait out the storm. but your own piece of heaven is stuck right there with you - maybe the rainclouds will shed some light on the cold front that has formed between you and Jungkook ~pairing: jungkook x reader ~word count: 3.5k ~genre: there’s a bit of angst, mainly fluff, college au ~rating: g ~warnings: misunderstandings, a bit of jealousy, rumours, kissing

~a/n: sooo it’s been a while, as is tradition these days😅I was inspired for this one by the worst rain I ever got stuck outside in, but it was honestly so heartwarming seeing everyone outside huddling under shelter with random strangers. I couldn’t have done it without @casuallyimagining​ to help me out developing this very vague idea into something writable!! thank you!💜 hope you enjoy the story😊

Metal clinked as the key pulled from the lock. You quickly pocketed it, the expansive glass doors reflecting your retreating form as you left your shift at the library.

Casting your eyes upwards, a smile quirked over your lips as you took in the sky that greeted you. When you had entered this afternoon, it had been clear, bleached skies that you left behind you. One of those days when the sun tried to deny you were heading into winter, away from her.

Now, the clouds had taken back their claim over the world. They had encroached so thickly that the moon hardly peeked through, the only sign of it being the dim glow at the centre of a swirling grey cloud.

Your feet trod their habitual route as you continued to take in the sky in all its dramatic glory.

Truly, you loved working at the library… most of the time. Tonight, however, it was a relief as you steadily progressed further from its doors, weaving along the pathways that cut through a landscaped lawn until you were nearing the edge of campus.

Today hadn’t been too bad. You hadn’t seen… him.

Even so, the absence of him only left you fearing that he was going to crop up somewhere: whenever you took a pile of books to a new section, whenever you returned to the front desk, you were convinced he would be waiting around the next corner. With her.

And that was the biggest problem.

Jungkook was the man in question, the one currently causing you problems and plaguing your mind. You were supposed to be good friends – had been since almost the start of uni.

So it didn’t take a genius to connect the dots with when you started dreading his next appearance.

He had been spending a lot of time in the library lately. Usually, that wouldn’t be a problem. For the manager, perhaps it was, as Kook always distracted you with impromptu snacks and gossip sessions when you were meant to be working, and he studying.

But that had all changed.

One of his classes had assigned partnered projects. Quite a romantic way to start a story, was it not? It seemed the perfect set up. Now he was only ever in the library with his partner, and of course it was nothing like it used to be.

You finally cast your eyes down as a cold drop of water spat onto your cheek.

Really, you shouldn’t be bitter. Jess was a lovely girl, and she was always beaming when Jungkook was around. It hadn’t taken long for the rumours to start swirling about the two, a perfect match, and hadn’t Jess always had a crush on him? No, it was him, only a fool wouldn’t have seen it.

And you had seen it. Your Jungkook, always so sweet – and there he was in the library, that bunny smile lighting up his face for her as they studied together.

When you saw him come into the library, you always took notice. Of course, it was only to be prepared when he would inevitably ambush your shift with banana milk. Somehow, it bugged you when he didn’t.

And whenever you chanced a look, making some excuse to check out the books in that section, you had always regretted it.

Another raindrop landed on your eyebrow, making you flinch.

This time, your smile was sadder as your steps slowed, stopping as you looked up at the gloomy sky in a dejected kind of thanks. It felt as if it sympathised, somehow, with your sour mood.

Jungkook sliding closer to Jess, pointing out something in her textbook as she stared nowhere but him. Jungkook close behind her, leaning over to get a book from the highest shelf, much to her delight, grinning at him when the book reached her hands.

The library was no place for romance! How many times had Jungkook listened to you grumbling about the couples you had found pressed up against some secluded shelf?

You just wanted your anything-but-studying dates back, that was all. So why had your annoyance grown to such an aversion for him, if he was really your friend? Why did it sting so much even remembering those scenes?

You were just tired from studying, shifts, exams. That was all. Your legs protested as you continued on your trek home, handily proving your point.

It wasn’t like you were avoiding Jungkook. Not at all. You had just been busy… as, apparently, had he.

Closing your eyes briefly, gladly against one more lonesome raindrop, you heaved a sigh. But you shouldn’t hang around like a weirdo after campus closed. Only a moment later, you opened your eyes and took a determined step forwards.

Then it happened.

Floodgates opened above you. The near quiet of the city at night was instantly washed away by a deafening roar; heavy, bullet-like droplets colliding against stone.

Taking an involuntary gasp, your eyes widened, form freezing for a split second in your shock.

Head turning this way and that, you gawped at the rain. Currently in the green space on campus, you found nothing but grass and small trees, their leaves bucking at the onslaught of rain. It spattered loudly against them, the same as the drops hitting your face harshly.

There was no shelter here. All you could think of was-

A cold drop slid through your hair, down your neck. Anything would do, anything out of this storm that had come from nowhere.

It had only been a matter of seconds, but your clothes were already sodden as you picked your destination and began to sprint.

Puddles formed fast, splatting with each footstep, but the splashes could do no worse to your trousers than the sky already was. Round a corner and you finally laid eyes on your saviour, a tiny round shelter, merely a dark shape beyond the rain streaking through the sky.

The little structure was no more than a gazebo, and housed a couple of benches around a central pillar. Not much room to go around, but you couldn’t care less.

Your frantic footsteps finally came to a stop, halting you just before you crashed against the middle of the shelter. Panting for breath, you turned around slowly. Disbelieving, your eyes were wide as you took in the ferocity of the sudden downpour. Your jaw stayed slack even as you caught your breath.

The air was totally blurred as pellets of water fell. They hammered loudly on the metal roof above you and made splashes of light bounce from the path at their force.

Turning a little more, you looked the other way, still gawping at the unexpected deluge.

That is, until you laid eyes on another set, staring back at you in amused surprise.

Gasping again, you took a step away from Jungkook. Not far enough to end up out in the rain again, but enough to calm your heart down.

His hair was damp, flopping over his forehead and causing a drop of water to trickle beside his eyes – not that you were staring. It was just awkward to keep eye contact after the initial jumpscare. Averting your eyes from him completely, you looked down at yourself and realised with disappointment he couldn’t look half as bad as you did right now. It was hard to believe how saturated your jeans had become in the space of that short dash to find shelter. And your sweater weighed itself down, plastering to your shoulders.

Part of you wondered if it there was any harm in bolting straight out into the rain again. The damage had been done by now, after all.

But the largest part of you couldn’t bring yourself to. The relentless ringing of the rain on the roof, coupled with the thought of your twenty minute walk home, convinced you well enough to stay.

Jungkook was laughing, you realised. His giggle drew your eyes straight back to him, the cute sound and his scrunched up smile easing your tension. A light smile found its way onto your face despite yourself.

Jerking his head back to flick hair off his forehead, he leaned against a pole that held up the edge of the structure. Water was dribbling off the roof, forming a kind of waterfall behind him. You simply shifted on your feet where you stood opposite him.

“The weather really chose violence, huh?” Jungkook grinned.

Fighting back your urge to laugh, only a half-hearted breathy chuckle escaped you. You tugged your gaze back to the floor and your ruined shoes.

“I hope it clears up soon,” you said quietly.

Jungkook cocked his head too one side.

“Getting home and dry doesn’t sound too bad,” he shrugged, “but there would be worse places to get stuck. At least you’re here.”

You hated the way his bright smile tried to lift your heart. And the way it succeeded. He couldn’t mean that as anything more than a friend, given… circumstances… but try telling that to your subconscious.

Frowning, you decided to cut straight to the chase.

“Don’t you think Jess would have something to say about… this?”

Gesturing generally to your surroundings, you tried to convey your meaning. You, Jungkook, the rain keeping you trapped here – none of that added up to a situation his girlfriend could be expected to be happy about.

Not that you would read into the situation that way yourself. How could you possibly be interested in Jungkook when you knew there was no chance? You only wanted to be considerate to your friend.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was staring very hard at you. The longer his stare went on, the harder you found it to drag your gaze away, worry swelling in you. What was the matter? His eyebrows rose, his smile dissipating, leaving you curious about what words he would finally spit out.

At your questioning look, he finally huffed a sigh.

“Are you serious?” he blurted.

You blinked.

“Am I- what, of course I am Jungkook!”

“Jess?”

“Yes, Jess! You two have been quite… intimate lately,” you shuddered.

Normally, that would have been a sarcastic gesture. Any chance to poke fun at a friend starting off on a romantic venture – so why did it feel so genuine?

Jungkook’s mouth stayed open, not even trying to form words, unashamedly gawping at you instead. His expression was quite comical, but your usual desire to tease him didn’t make it to the surface.

Eventually, he sank further against the support, gaze darting somewhere in the distance.

“Not you too.”

All at once, you felt the cold biting at you. Merciless, the rain continued to fill up the silence between you. Your frame stiffened all the more the longer he refused to meet your eyes; your sodden clothes like icy vices clinging to your muscles.

He had sounded disappointed.

Your mouth opened and closed around your words.

“What- what do you mean?”

To your surprise, a smile spread onto Jungkook’s lips again. He laughed, almost to himself.

“I would have thought you, of all people, would be able to tell.”

That only made your brows knot together harder. You ignored a shiver that darted up your frame.

“Tell what? The way you two are always together, the way she looks at you? How you always…”

You trailed off, not wanting to spell out any more. Your heart hammered in your chest as you stood a bit straighter, taken aback by how riled you were getting.

It was only after you took a breath and refocussed that you noticed Jungkook looking at you like you had truly gone insane.

“Um, earth to Y/N?”

A smile grew on his face, as if he was truly enjoying this, while you stood clueless.

“Remember that project I kept complaining about?” he continued, that infuriating smile teasing you as you waited for the penny to drop, “…and my partner? The one I hated?”

Oh.

Realisation started to dawn on you. Hurriedly, you turned your gaze back to the raging storm, as if it could delay the onset of the embarrassment you felt crawling in your gut for reaching such conclusions.

“All she wants to do is talk about herself. I was kind of sick of it, to be honest, which is why I was glad we finally turned the project in yesterday. And she kept telling me about these rumours, how x and y thought we were dating…”

You bit hard on your lip while Jungkook grimaced. How had you managed to get it all so wrong?

“You don’t… you don’t like her?” you asked pathetically, nervously raising your eyes to his own.

“God, no!”

That got a laugh out of you, finally loosening up. It took a lot to get such a sweet guy like Jungkook to admit bad feelings to someone so readily.

Pleased with your reaction, a smile lit up his face. He leaned forwards conspirationally.

“I even had to stop her putting chewing gum under the tables.”

You made a face at that, sending him into peals of laughter.

“Ugh, for real? You’re right, she’s the worst,” you concluded. Jungkook had after all nodded along every time you ranted, wondering how on earth anyone thought it okay to put chewing gum in the library, the next time I put my hand in some I’m going to fight someone-

“And you really thought I liked her?” he teased, all toothy grin, “you must have been really jealous!”

Your eyes went wide.

“Je- jealous?!?” you squeaked, taken by surprise.

Had Jungkook been serious? He was still grinning like it had been an innocent joke, but something in you had frozen, as if caught.

“What do you-? No, no,” you brought your hands up, suddenly defensive and taking a step back.

That was a mistake.

“Careful-!”

Your single step brought you away from cover, face suddenly pelted again with water. Flinching, you barely had time to react before the gravel crunched and a hand pulled you back inside.

Jungkook’s hands fixed themselves firmly on your shoulders, setting you back well inside your small shelter. Rapidly blinking the water away from your eyes, your vision cleared to show him staring down at you in concerned shock – but as you watched, he broke into a fond smile again.

“You’re crazy,” he chuckled, “where are you running off to? Anyone would have thought I was really right about that…”

Gulping, you couldn’t bear to hold his eyes.

How were you so obvious? You shouldn’t be jealous, but here it was clear as day for Jungkook to see! You chewed your tongue, cringing.

But though you looked down, he was still so close to you, hands fastened to your shoulders through your damp sweater. He tilted his head, a few drips falling from his hair onto his right shoulder.

“You must be freezing,” he murmured. Suddenly softer. “I’ll tell the rain to go away so you can get warm.”

Appreciating his change of topic, you hummed. Shrugging, you brought your hands to run over your arms. Still Jungkook didn’t move away.

“It’s not too bad,” you tried to assure him.

“I would offer to be a gentleman, but, well…”

A hand moved away from your shoulder, taking the warmth with it. He picked at his own jumper to indicate the equally rained-on material, no drier than yours.

Then, to replace his missing hand, he shifted, sliding an arm across your shoulders.

You couldn’t help but melt into the motion, and you moved together to sit on the small bench. Both rain-chilled, you shifted closer without complaint, savouring what warmth you could share.

“I appreciate the offer,” you grinned, “but I guess all we can do is wait.”

“Yep. Wait.”

And so you did. No one else was out in this storm, just an empty path filled with rain. Both of you were content to watch it fall for a bit, comfortable leaning against one another. As comfortable as you could be, anyway, with the awkward undertone of the risky direction your discussion had moved in earlier…

But, since you were stuck, you bit your tongue on the issue. Now you came to think of it, why was Jungkook so keen to press the jealousy thing?

But no, you were just getting your hopes up. Now wasn’t the time to get them crushed, since you had no option for escape if it turned sour.

You sighed, sound drowned out by the torrential downpour surrounding you.

For Jungkook right beside you, though, he noticed. As he did too when you rubbed your hands together, cupping your fingers in the other palm. Not one part of you had escaped the rain, and your hands were losing colour.

Surprising you out of your thoughts, he reached down, replacing your hand with his own. He hadn’t been in the rain as long, and his hands were warm and dry as they folded around your freezing fingers.

You lifted your head, meeting his eyes with amazement.

Breathless himself, Jungkook’s eyes travelled back to where your hands were clasped. He brought his lips together, inhaling before he caught your gaze again.

“Um…” he started, then cleared his throat, “just so you know… I would probably have been jealous as well.”

You blinked.

His hands shifted in your lap, squeezing your fingers gently. Warmth was rapidly spreading from them into your chest, your heart beating faster though every moment between felt suspended.

“O-okay,” you stuttered, “that’s… good? I guess it’s easy to believe the rumours-”

“Yeah, but, I don’t just mean…”

Jungkook sighed, pushing his hair back with one hand, before returning it to hold yours again.

“I mean, if it was you and another person… I wouldn’t want you to be with someone else either.”

Intently watching your reaction, his eyes, large and apprehensive, didn’t leave your face. His thumb shifted over the cold skin on the back of your hand.

The sensation jolted you back to life after the confession that had rendered you speechless.

“You wouldn’t?”

He shook his head, still eyeing you warily.

Opening and closing your mouth a few times, you tried to grasp for words, but they had all abandoned you.

“Well, I- I don’t think I would want to be with someone… else…”

As you spoke, it was breathy, words coming to you broken, one at a time. Your brain was whirring, in total disbelief.

But it fizzled and panicked less, the more Jungkook leaned towards you. As your dazed sentence rambled to an end, he was inches from you, eyes boring intently into your own. Hopeful.

That gaze was all it took to wipe your mind completely.

Your lips were still parted, and your eyes fluttered shut in bliss as you finally felt Jungkook’s soft ones meet them. His gentle pressure was heavenly, inviting as you slipped your mouth open more, ready to indulge.

His nose softly brushed your cheek as he tilted his head more, deepening the kiss with a caring intensity. The slight taste of damp rain lingered between you, but it didn’t phase you as you breathed him in, urging for more.

Rain rang in your ears, muffling all the outside world beyond your small shelter. It was just you and Jungkook, his warm breath and hands – gripping your own, but rising with the urgency of the kiss, sliding to cup your neck, your jaw, never once letting go of your own cold hands with his other.

When he pulled back, you felt him shaking. But not with cold, you realised.

Gently gripping the back of your neck, he held you in place together as he let his forehead fall against your own. A breath spilled from his lips across your own, shaky and light.

The same elation was dancing within you.

You laughed.

Your smiles grew in sync, giggles spilling over as if you were hiding in the library break room again. The comfortable sense of belonging with each other hadn’t altered one bit – if anything, it had grown. Whether you were sharing a milkshake or a movie night, a cringy joke or a kiss, this was your Jungkook.

How long had it taken you to realise?

Your faces fell apart from each other as you threw your head back, dizzy with laughter. Even a glimpse back at the rain, ruthlessly plummeting against the ground, was enough to leave you out of breath. Disbelief and joy overwhelmed your laughter.

Only Jungkook’s hands enveloping your own, and his side pressed against you, could prove to you that this was real. Not some ridiculous scene in a book.

You had never seen rain like this. Nor had you felt heaven like this.

It was appropriate that the heavens opened today, as they had brought heaven crashing down to earth for you.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Leave a reblog to let me know💜

Taglist: @aianloveseven​ @preciouschimine​ @un2-verse​ 

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[astrum-aetherium]

NOW LISTEN i know ur a mainly nsfw account (which i adore yass) but opinions on henry with a girlfriend whos his polar opposite?

no worries at all, i'm always willing to indulge any of you in a more tame scenario, despite being a nsfw-content-focused account.

it'd be quite sweet, for lack of a better term. i'm sure many are familiar with the grumpy/sunshine trope — it'd be something along those lines. gracing the university halls with your welcoming, radiant atmosphere, with henry trudging along at your side like an unperturbed raincloud, yet in the best way possible. being equally as productive in your studies in your varying ways, whilst simultaneously inspiring one another to be more like the other party, to see the world from the other perspective a little bit more (but not enough to change as a person!).

naturally, he would, at times, grow annoyed with an overly happy-go-lucky attitude, and i'm thinking there would need to be some sort of compromise in place to not agitate him all too much — or he would simply have to suck it up, which might be difficult. nevertheless, i'm convinced he would find a way to love and care for someone who's vastly different from him; it'd certainly be a surprise even to himself, but i think it could work (after all, he's a completely mutable fictional character, right?).

his classmates would appreciate that shift in scenery for him as well. i think they would be pleased with the amount of positivity you'd contribute to his somber life. during conventions at francis' country estate, i'm thinking you could slip into the role of the life of the party (though subdued, of course, and within the bounds of dark academia) — to the vast delight of francis himself, and even camilla and charles. the greatest achievement you'd accomplish with your unfettering ways would probably be getting a (lightly drunk) henry to dance with you to one of francis' ancient records, and it'd be quite cordial; it'd even elicit a rare, luminous smile from him.

#henry winter imagine #henry winter x reader #astrum asks #god i love him #it would be very very very very very sweet #very much grumpy sunshine #but he would also get so annoyed lmfao #compromise central i'm thinking #henry winter thirst #a lil ooc if you ask me

[abubblingcandle]

🌈 and 🌧️

So I am blaming the fact it is 6am and I am operating on my phone for the fact I've mixed up the prompts in the two asks I received so the raincloud is on the post I posted for @readwing and the umbrella for readwing is here!

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

So I started a fic that was all about Roy trying to study impacts of childhood abuse on adults in his typically obsessive way of trying to be the best coach ever for Jamie. And like he was stealing Ruth's teaching hospital login to access journals and sending her excerpts that he didn't understand. But of course Jamie COULD NOT know about this. Jamie does find out in the end and Roy is so embarrassed but Jamie loves it and gets super emotional that Roy cared enough about him to consult science about Jamieology. I wrote the intro but then completely lost all motivation for it. I'll probably come back to it some day!

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

From a later chapter of Have You Noticed You Are Breathing

"Hey, Baby Shark," Ted whispered softly from the doorway to Jamie/Henry's room.

"Too early," Jamie murmured and pulled the duvet up over his face to pretend that Ted didn't exist until the sun came up. "I know bud, I know. But I've got someone that wants to see you and I don't think he can wait," Ted's voice remained quiet and soft. Jamie kept floating in that place in between sleep and waking but his brow furrowed in confusion. "Jamie I've been awake for so many hours!" Henry shouted nearly causing Jamie to jump from the bed in shock. "Henry!" now Jamie was awake

#candle writes #ted lasso fanfic #jamie tartt #ted lasso #roy kent #ask box is always open #Blame the phone for formatting #And the 6am

[thisaccountisagainstmywill]

random OC ask: what would your OC's ideal home be like? this can be as specific as inspirational pictures, or as general as the vibes they would like it to give off.

This ask has helped me realize I have made a cast of perpetually homeless women OCs. Of my completed run OCs, only one wants to settle down:

Elaine Freespawn, Redeemed Dark Urge Storm Sorc/Wiz Tiefling She remembers bits of how much she read as a child and would like to get back into that. She wants to lean more into a studious wizard-like relationship with the Weave and not just the magic she was born with. Above all she wants to be surrounded by life and pay penance for her sins as Bhaalspawn. Her ideal home then is a small tower, overgrown with as much plant life as is safe for the books to be around. With carefully maintained and full bookshelves, a study to refine her craft, space to test new spells, and open central column she can fly up through the levels without stairs taking up unnecessary space. Airy and earthy is the vibe, with the smell of petrichor and the gentle sound of indoor rainclouds as she uses Storm Sorcery to maintain the plants.

I've had to sort through so much AI to find just these QQ

Last but not least: For it to be built near or with a portal to a Temple of Ilmater where she dedicates as much spare time as she can to those in need.

Taken to Wanderlust/Adventurer-Until-The-End:

Aerfen the Human Monk: Had a normal childhood in a normal house until the blight took the farm. She is afraid of settling down and lacks the temperament for a monastery. She'll keep saving people until forcefully retired.

Luce Locke the Half-Elf Bard: Spent so much time scrounging and wasting her life she doesn't want to spend a minute more standing still. Intends to adventure and become a real bard. Someday she'd like to have a caravan/wagon to continue traveling when her knees go in old age.

Vlaaz the Gith Cleric: Became a Mindflayer to save her people from subjugation to Vlaakith. Has no interest in settling until her people are free.

Malkira the Dark Urge Drow Druid: will not rest until the world is bowed before her and Father Bhaal's plan. Then the world will die. Ideal home: Everyone dead. 😊👍

#inaconstantstateofchange asks #bg3 tav #oc: Elaine Freespawn #asks #answered

[drakonyx121]

{language cortex initiated}

{Running Diagnostics}[hull:intact] [power: 100%] [circuits:...] [visual sensors:operational] [audio sensors:operational] [olfactory sensors:operational] .. [modulator:operational]

....

[circuits:operational]

i start up. an unfamiliar room,, whites, grays, a person. wearing some unfamiliar clothing.. computing computing.. astronaut suit?okay.....

they look at me and say "oh hey! youre finally awake-" i flinch as to prepare for punishment "a-anyways, heres your list of duties, make sure to do these everyday, understood?" i nod "understood?" i nod again. "HEL my dear you have to say it" i load up my modulator. its very dusty. i say "understood, mistress" a cloud of dust comes out of my modulator surprising them. "also im Beatrix i will be in the green house if you need me".

and she just left... anyways i look at my list of chores.

turn on energy core

go outside and gather planet conditions

document planet wildlife.

clean exterior

clean interior

charge

it was... simple enough i wonder why she wants me to document wildlife though.

first i go to the reactor core. i press the on/off switch and it starts reacting. i stay still for a moment. all parameters seem stable. i move on.

i stand outside and it takes a bit of time for my visual sensors to adjust to light..... we were not on earth. i saw vibrant greens complimenting vibrant reds. creatures colored in a vibrant blue ruled the skies while ceatures of many many colors played below.

thats why they wanted to study the planet. im much more disposable than divine organic lives . I am tasked to study gods my masters cant comprehend. a large task i must start now.

i exit the ship. the weather conditions seem to be clear. there were no rainclouds in the distance.

i make my way from the landing site which was a barren hill.

when i approach the forest i see tall tree like organisms on further inspection i see that they too make glucose by carrying out photosynthesis but they reflect much less red light making the plants be in a much more blue in color. on top of the tree was a small dark-maroon scaly 4-limbed creature 2 arms similar to humanoid arms. one arm on its abdomen similar to a crab arm except covered with flesh and having sharp talons-like nails. a fourth arm acting as a prehensile tail. It was surprised when i detected it because on the visible spectrum it would be hard to see but i luckily have UV/Infrared range sensors. i step back as to not make the divine predator think im a harm of any harm to it. it went back to its scanning of surroundings for food. it spots some... it swings from tree to tree with me following from below to document its behavior. it reflexes its abdominal arm to fast for my sensors to detect and grabs an unidentified creature. it eats the meat of the creature from its mouth but is then left with parts of the creature that were not meat but a mixture of solid substances that seemed to be cellulose it cracks open this cellulose-like shell with its teeth giving me the opportunity to see them. it had extremely sharp teeth with could easily damage my hull. it opens two cavities on its shoulders which it puts the shell's broken fragments. storage perhaps or maybe a separate digesting apparatus. more research is needed.

i get a notification. it is time for me to return. i go back to the ship. Beatrix stops me and says "bap-bap-bap, wait you cant go in like that, you are covered in mud" she points a hose at me and sprays me down. after i have dried i enter the ship and start making my way from the top outer surface to the ship and clean everything by night.

there was still a fair bit of light. even in the night so i stood on top of the roof and charged in the dim light seeing the yellow moon with hints of purple and -

( All Processes Exited )

{language cortex initiated}

{Running Diagnostics}[hull:intact] [power: charging,96%] [circuits:...] [visual sensors:operational] [audio sensors:operational] [olfactory sensors:operational] .. [modulator:operational]

....

[circuits:operational]

i turn on, another day. i go down the ship and turn on the power generator i stand there and monitor its parameters. when it stabilizes

i go outside. large storm clouds it will come over the ship in about 10 hours.

i go toward the forest. Beatrix yells at me from behind "Hey! HEL-1!" i turn "can you please get me a few samples!!" i nod.

i walk toward the forest its such a cool thing that i such a lower being get to live among gods. anyways i enter the forest. i see the animal i saw yesterday. it was tracking something. i go inspect it. it was a small rotund creature with a shell and hard coverings on top of its shoulders . it was the creature that the predator ate yesterday. today i follow it. as i approached the creature ,, it was startled,,, it started running away. it had 4 legs. it runs and i follow. it borrows underground and the predator watches disappointedly. perhaps it considers me to be the part of the pack. it would be mistaken. im just a piece of metal. anyways i follow the prey ,,, it goes to a clearing in the forest and borrows down into the ground. "im sorry i didnt mean to startle you" i say to where it tunneled. i waited the whole day for it to come up again but it didnt. perhaps it didnt want to view something horrific as me. it was night already again so i started to head home and on the way i collected leaves of many different sizes ,shapes and colors.

i approach the ship and i see Beatrix standing there with the hose. she collects the leaves from me and hoses me down. i start cleaning starting from the roof and making my way down.

at the end of the night i go to the roof and see the yellow-purple moon. it looked different slightly ..pink? hmm. i think my sensors are strained because i detect movement up there. i should shut up and charge.

( All Processes Exited )

#i-is good? 🥺 #HEL-1 #Part-2 #robot girl #robotposting #robot girls #robots #robot oc #oc writing #alien oc #original character

[bitteraristocrat]

A Study in Black

(A small drabble piece I wrote for @demonicspiracle and also as a little exercise writing in first person pov.)

It was time for elevenses when the knock came, punctual down to second. I wouldn’t expect anything less, although Sebastian would occasionally withhold my tea by several minutes when he felt it was necessary to dawdle for the sake of curbing my appetite. Of course, it did little but infuriate me. 

“Come in.”

“Your tea, sir.”

The French double-doors behind me swung open, and the foliage seemed to bend a bit at the encroaching entity. Sebastian rounded the terrace dinette, serving cart in tow – it was the week-end, and I opted not to venture into the city, as the Spring season had brought about a rain that would surely swamp the streets, and spent the afternoon reading an array of Dr. Conan-Doyle’s latest novellas. I much prefer the rain from behind shelter, and the glass walls of the terrace provided ample view of the storm without getting one’s shoes wet.

“I have prepared a Second Flush Darjeeling tea from the Jungpana Estate procured in this week’s hamper from Fortnum and Mason. For your elevenses, a cold fowl salad, peach compote, ginger shortbread biscuits, and cucumber sandwiches.” 

“Was it not I who suggested he cease this drivel with historical novels?” I scoffed, ignoring Sebastian’s presentation, tossing the magazine to the side of my chair where it collided with a growing pile of others. “I shan’t attempt to understand the queer complexities of a creative’s mind. They lack all sense of logic at times.”

“It seems our dear professor does not share your affinity for games, my Lord,” Sebastian gave a wiry smile as he began to assemble the table. 

“Or perhaps he’s playing the game of marketability. Which I can respect.”

“Murder mysteries still seem to entice audiences these days, if I may make an observation.”

“Maybe he doesn’t want to stoop to being likened to penny dreadfuls.”

“An astute observation, sir.”

My mouth began to water as Sebastian placed the three-tiered platter before me. The food seemed to glimmer, even under the overcast grey of the rainclouds. I turned my attention to the quiet trickle of tea being poured into its respective cup. Although my butler held the teapot to the height of his brow, the stream of liquid cascaded with nary a sound, save the gentle, satisfying bubbling into the pool of amber below. Anyone would be impressed, but it was as common an occurrence as being dressed. 

It wasn’t his skills of servitude that caught my eye. Rather, the way his visage seemed starkly pale against the semidarkness of the sky; unmarred, contoured in mauve depressions around his eyes and cheekbones. The curve of his nose, impeccably crafted and resembling his true nature (the damned crow) catching what little light peeked through the rain and emphasized his vulpine handsomeness. 

“Is there something on my face?” Sebastian quirked a quizzical brow at my staring. I averted my gaze back to the table. Focused on the sandwiches and plucked one from the display. 

“Just your face,” I retorted, chewing on a single slice of cucumber extracted from the edge of the crust. 

Sebastian leaned forward, placing the cup and saucer before me. Infuriatingly, he caught my gaze again, this time far too close and level. The demon’s umber eyes were intense, mildly perturbed yet curious, his lips–his lips–pursed into a small frown. “Has my face grown unsatisfactory to you, young master?” 

“No,” I challenged, maintaining eye-contact and frowning back. The devil’s eyes narrowed, damn him. He hadn’t moved his hand either, arm still extended towards the table as if he had pinned me where I sat. I shifted, crossing my legs and straightening my shoulders. “Merely studying you.”

“‘Studying’ me? That does not sound like you at all. Were you not just criticizing illogical creative endeavours, my Lord?”

“It’s perfectly logical, I’ll have you know. I have to anticipate your antics. Your change in emotion. It’s all very minute and subtle. It’s much like chess. Anticipating your opponent’s next move.”

“I am flattered that my Lord considers me a worthy opponent,” Sebastian scoffed. He began to straighten, not before I caught his tie and pulled him back down. 

“I’m not finished studying.”

“Your tea will grow cold.” A flash of fangs appeared behind my contractor’s lips. “Surely in all the years I have served you, you have been able to anticipate my nature.”

“I won’t be long, stay there where I can see you properly.” I released his tie and moved my hand to the wispy ends of his fringe, which dangled past his chin like tendrils. The tresses tickled my knuckles, so feathery thin that I could scarcely feel them on my skin until I touched his hair in earnest. Impossibly soft. So very contrary to the sharpness of his features. So very like a raven.

Sebastian made an imperceptible face, calculating my intentions with some difficulty. He, too, was analysing his opponent’s strategy. 

My fingers raked upward into his scalp, nails trailing along his faux skin and relishing in the way each follicle caught and fell unkempt at my will. I hummed in satisfaction, giving the demon’s hair something akin to a ruffle, flicking it so that it fell in wayward wisps across Sebastian’s eyes. 

“All finished.” I averted my attention to my tea, adding a lump of sugar and a splash of milk, watching as the liquor was polluted by a curling cloud of white. 

“Were your intentions merely to irritate me?”

“Are you irritated?” I grinned behind the porcelain rim of my tea cup. 

“Only if that was my master’s intention,” the demon said, a hair of annoyance on the edge of his timber. Sebastian stood at full height and pushed back his hair as it fell instinctually back to its pristine placement. 

“Perhaps a bit.”

“Then, I am a bit irritated.” 

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler fanfiction #sebaciel #but only a little #Ciel has a hair fixation #but many other fixations as well #stay tuned for more #I usually don't write in first person but I was inspired to try

[moqi2004]

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Hiya! I'm Raya/Mochi! I'm a fandom-goer who writes in their spare time :) I tend to drift more towards video game fandoms but also enjoy cartoons and sometimes books/movies/tv! So yea really a mixed bag of stuff :)

My writing is quite sporadic and don't expect me to write a lot of multi-chapter! Keeping up with that is hard. I tend to write fluffy one-shots, both platonic and romantic, and a lot of character study.

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[incorretlynamedcambrianexplosion]

Sit Still

First post on the side blog lets goo. Have this to chew on!

Ao3 Link

Summary:

Rain has a thing for Mountain roaming around without shoes, gets carried away during an innocent massage, and gets used as a drum kick for it.

AN:

I'd like to note that I use the word 'kit' in this only in reference to a drum kit, I do not intend for it to be read as age play in any shape of that. Like there's a part where he calls Rain his kit, and I mean that to be objectifying. Course, I can't control how you read it, but it was not my intention. Also I stg that I can write outside of smut, I have the greenhouse trio thing planned, and a Rain/Dew fic up my sleeve, just wait for it. Also to the bestie who I let read this as the reward for wrapping up our exam study lysm!!! Enjoy the finished thing.

Relationships: Mountain/Rain

Tags: Very light/mild foot fetish, stepping kink, mild objectification.

Many of the ghouls had little quirks. Dew had his affinity for the stage pyrotechnics, Phantom occasionally got lost too far in his own head that he didn't realize that he was sparking, Cumulus and Cirrus would gather to watch the storms, unknowingly making them worse with their energy. Mountain spent his fair time in the greenhouse, but the real eccentricity was his lack of footwear. He'd wander the halls in socks, or be just barefoot in more personal areas like the resident commons or the greenhouse.

Most of them never questioned it. Usually it was left to 'that's how he is', and everyone carried on as usual. The newer summons didn't question it, and older ones just tried to ignore it. Except Rain, who was currently laying on his bed as the other read through another thick book on horticulture, as if he didn't already scour the library for each volume twice. Rain's hands were prone to wandering when they laid together as they dug into deep knots in his calves from his daily work. They moved further down, Rain shifting to move himself in turn lower, and pressed the worn tendon to his ankle softly before taking Mountain's heel into his hand.

Mountain let out a hum as Rain pressed his thumb's knuckle into the worn muscle. Those fingers moved lower and lower, eventually Rain gave up on stretching his arm out inevitably just deciding to move to the foot of his bed. Thankfully, the mattress was long enough for him to accommodate both his body and Mountain's, even if Mountain was sitting with bent legs and half curled up by the headboard.

He held his foot between his thighs as he pressed his thumb into the tough tissue feeling the joints work and move inside. He pressed the balls of his feet, rubbing away aching pain from long hours of standing that he knew hurt the other's knees after enough time. Not to mention the fact that Mountain didn't wear shoes during practice, and that had to kill after the fourth song. Rain didn't mean to move his foot closer, but he wanted a better angle, and maybe if he angled it just right it would brush against-

"Whaddya think you're doing, Raincloud?" Mountain asked lifting his eyes from his book with a soft smile.

Rain lowered his head mumbling something out while moving his hands back to the top of his feet and away from himself. Just as he did so, Mountain pulled his foot back positioning it again a few inches away from him. His face warmed when Mountain stretched out, moving dangerously close to him as he unfurled his leg.

"Thought I'd help." He muttered stumbling through wordchoice. "I-uh."

"You could've just asked." Mountain stretched out making a display of it as he did so. He arched his feet pressing them down right down onto Rain.

He exhaled, clearly trying to keep his breathing steady even if he rocked up into the foot in a needy fashion. On more than one occasion, he had wandered over to Mountain's kit during a show just to watch him work. Not that he had any real clue about what made what sound on the damn thing, but he certainly liked watching him work his legs on the kick.

And Mountain knew that damn well, too.

"Get on the floor."

Rain was nothing if not good at following orders, evident by how he quickly scrambled to kneel on the floor below his mattress. Mountain closed his book, setting it to the side before moving to the edge of the bed and sitting up. His foot slowly moved up Rain's thigh from his knee before coming to rest on the seam of his jeans. He adjusted his foot position a few times, rolling it against Rain as he got comfortable.

"You always come wandering by my kit. Always trying to look through the cracks. Is this why? You wanted to know what it must be like." Mountain answered for him as Rain whined softly. "You just always wanted to see me work, didn't you?"

He pressed down gently increasing the pressure on that seam just to listen to how Rain whimpered and dug his claws into his own thighs to try and stop himself from rocking forward into it. Mountain smiled with a twisted idea as he started to gently bounce his foot, well less bouncing and more just varying the pressure of it to a beat only heard in his head.

Rain spread his thighs further and started to close his eyes to escape Mountain's attention, which clearly failed when hands found his curly, shaggy hair. His head was pulled up gently, and he could only be thankful that it wasn't by the horns. Apparently Mountain thought that stepping on him was enough pain for him.

"No. Look at me." Mountain instructed. "Want to hear what I'm thinking? Can you guess what I'm playing?"

He continued in silence for a few moments to allow Rain the chance to get his bearings. The other closed his eyes again thinking. He recognized this, it was the base of one of their songs, one that was heavy with deep rumbling kick.

"It's Cirice."

Mountain smiled and ran his fingers though his hair rewarding him by scratching his scalp. "Good boy."

Rain would've melted at that, if another stomp didn't send sparks up his spine and straighten him right back out with a sharp inhale. Mountain reached over the mattress fumbling a phone for a moment struggling to tap it a few times with his claws out. Either way, in a few moments he was turning up the volume and setting it on the desk close to Rain's head in the cramped room.

It played the song from the beginning, and Mountain adjusted his footing. Rain's eyes went wide as he caught his breath and untangled his claws from their spot tearing into his jeans.

"You ready? Now, I need you to sit perfectly still, okay? Can't have my kit moving around."

Rain nodded swallowing thickly. A wet spot already formed on the front of his jeans, and even if he couldn't see the dark denim, he could certainly feel it with every press of Mountain's foot. The tinny sound of the phone's small speakers rattled in his brain, telling him that in three seconds the drums would kick in and hard; Mountain would be following along for every beat.

He held his breath for those three notes and suddenly that foot came down. Rain whined almost flinching away from the harsh treatment but unable to deny how simply good it felt to have that foot on his covered dick. Mountain moved his hands to an imaginary kit keeping tempo with his foot and every press on the very specific seam that ran over Rain's dick. He kept his positioning with his toe hovering over the head pressing against Rain's zipper before pressing the balls of his feet down.

Rain chuckled when a small thump came down onto his head right between his horns before moaning when it was in time with a stomp to his cock. The balls of the feet that he was just massaging were brutally pressing down on him, punishing him for being so needy. His breathing picked up as the music died down for the small bridge of the song and Mountain kept the pressure on.

He twisted his foot a bit trying to hide it under the guise of adjusting again. Rain looked up pleadingly with wet eyes.

Mountain just smiled as he leaned forward, putting more pressure on his leg. "What, Rainy? You're gonna ruin the bridge. This is the part we're supposed to stay quiet. You know that, don't you?"

Slowly he nodded and was rewarded a soft pat to his head.

"Good boy." Mountain whispered to him lifting his foot off. Rain caught his breath in the short moment before stepping it back down.

Rain's head was foggy with the mix of pain and pleasure. The music by his head sounded distant even if punctuated with every step of Mountain's large foot. A cool blush ran down his face and neck as his claws itched to dig into Mountain's leg to hold it to his dick and just let him rut against his foot.

The seam of his jeans shifted through all this, and started to catch on the head of his cock with each kick. Rain whined feeling just a small bit of drool escape the corner of his mouth as Mountain's foot adjusted on him again. In the final few moments of the song when Mountain pressed down hardest and left his foot there grinding, Rain nearly sobbed as cum was wrung out of him by that twisting foot. His shoulders tensed and his claws found purchase in Mountain's rolled up pant leg straining his forearms as he held on, as if that would make the pain and pleasure more bearable.

Mountain cooed at him, paused the music on his phone, and brought a hand down to Rain's jaw tilting his head back up. His foot turned less violent and switched to softer caresses as Rain twitched below him in the mess of his jeans.

"There you go baby." He murmured wiping away drool with his thumb. "If that's what you wanted from the start, you just had to ask me."

Rain just nodded letting his eyes fall hooded. Suddenly, Mountain leaned back and arched his foot in his direction.

"My kick got my foot dirty. Do you mind?" He asked knowing damn well that the cum that seeped through the fly of Rain's jeans coated the bottom of his foot.

Wordlessly, Rain tilted his head forward and licked a stripe of his own cum off the balls of his feet. Even if he was starting to come down from his high and his mind made him want to grimace, his dick twitched, sticky and limp at his thigh. He groaned tasting his own cum, a ritual Mountain seemed to always get off on, always feeding him his own spend as he came back down.

When Mountain was satisfied, he lowered his foot smiling.

"Honestly even if you weren't going to, I was still going to make you grab a towel. I'm not walking around with cum on my foot." He said with a humorous lilt to his tone.

Rain rolled his eyes as he tried to get feeling back to his legs by unfolding them and rolling his ankles around. "Uh-huh. I'm sure you wouldn't." Now he was faced with the problem of trying to get back to his room without anyone seeing the very noticeable stain on his jeans, or walk back in a pair of Mountain's sweatpants. Both were as good as an admission of what they'd done.

"Change out of that before you lay down." Mountain complained gesturing his head to his closet when Rain stood on shaking legs.

"You didn't seem to mind last time. Since when'd you get so touchy about cum?"

"Since when did you have a foot thing?" Mountain shot back as he leaned against the head board picking his horticulture book back up as if he didn't just stomp Rain's dick like a drum kick, as if Rain didn't just bust from that and was left to reluctantly grab a pair of oversized sweatpants.

#ghost band #mountain/rain #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #fanfiction #wfsn #explosion's fanfic

[comatosebunny09]

Sleep won't find you tonight.

An occasional car swishes past, bathing your intertwined bodies in yellow stripes through slit blinds. A boisterous fly hurls itself against the window. The sounds of the house settling tingle your ears. And a steady tempo of rain patterns the roof, chorusing with the gentle snore of the warm body beside you.

Your breaths are modulated. Wide eyes stare skyward, studying the lazy twirl of the ceiling fan. Your husband shifts beside you, untwining your legs to turn onto his side, nestling his bum into the curvature of your hip. You do not miss the utterance of that name, a familiar title that escapes him only when he's claimed by the lazy little girls of slumber.

As her name clings to the air, weighted like the rainclouds inhabiting the sky, she sits in the corner of your vision. A ghostly, shadowy figure, warping and bending the space around, seated atop your dresser. You feel her gaze burn holes into the side of your face as you pointedly avoid it. As if sparing her a glance will bring her back into existence.

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, your brows creasing with indignation. You turn your back to the inky figure, molding your tiny body around your husband to spoon him. He melts into your embrace, a pleased sigh pouring from his nostrils. You possessively tug him closer. Screw your eyes shut, willing sleep to overcome you. All the while, you tell yourself that there is no way in hell you will lose him to his ex-wife.

His dead ex-wife, at that.

#kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #just musing

[camilo-and-carlos-headcanons]

The Twins When They're Abuela Dissaproves!.

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Camilo

Headcanons

•As much as he hates it, he keeps you a secret from the rest of his family

•At least, he tries. Dolores blurts it out one day and Alma got pissed

•She demanded you break up, and when he refused to do so, she grounded him

•Pepa was super mad at her mom and they ended up arguing

•When you went over for dinner, Alma left halfway through because her old a$s was so mad

•After Casita gets rebuilt she learns to be more accepting and eventually approves you

Scenerio

3rd Person POV

"Cami please maybe she won't be as mad as you think" Y/N begs. They want Camilo to introduce them to his family. They had been dating for around 5 months now and somehow, nobody in his family knew.

"I'm so sorry mi vida.. I told you already my abuela isn't going to approve. I feel horrible." Camilo said, gently putting an arm around your shoulders.

He brought you into a hug that ended up being cut short due to his younger brother came around the corner.

He gently, yet quickly, shoved you away.

"Antonio!" You both exclaimed.

The small boy just giggled. "So this your partner that Dolores was talking about!"

Camilo immediately looked like he was going to be sick.

"Are you ok Cami? It'll be ok.." You put an arm around him as he pulled you into a big hug.

He pulled away and, ignoring your further questions, walked with Antonio back to Casita.

*timeskip?? because idk where to go with this anymore*

*back at casita

"But abuela-"

"No 'buts' Camilo. You are to leave them. I have a beautiful woman already looking forward to meeting you."

"YOU WHAT?!" Pepa stormed in with a cloud above her head, clearly having been told what was happening. "Mama you will not force my son to meet anyone. Camilo don't listen to her don't worry it'll be ok."

"Camilo, go to your room and don't come out until I say you can." His abuela said, glaring at him.

Camilo ignored all further comments and just ran up to his bedroom.

*another timeskip??*

A knock was heard on Camilo's door.

"Cami? Its me..??" You said, gently.

He quickly opened the door and pulled you in, shutting it just as quickly.

"WHAT are you doing here?!" He asked in a panic.

"What do you mean? I came to make sure you were ok." You studied his face for a minute. "And clearly you're not because you've been crying."

Camilo lightly chuckled as he pulled you into a hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You said nothing, but gently put your arms around him.

After a few moments, there was a quick knock before the door swung open.

"Camilo I-.. Oh hello Y/N! It's so good to see you again!" Pepa came in practically unannounced. A raincloud above her head slowly disappearing a bit.

"Hello Pepa!" You waved as Camilo backed away.

"Hi mami.." Camilo said, trying to avoid her gaze.

"It's time for dinner. Y/N, you can stay if you like!" Pepa said, smiling.

**another small timeskip???**

*Your POV

Oh boy. Maybe coming to dinner wasn't such a good idea. Abuela was staring daggers at me the entire time so far. I guess Camilo was right, she doesn't approve. Maybe she'll come around eventually but right now it doesn't seem that way.

It was as if Camilo could sense that I was in distress, he gently squeezed my hand in his as if to say "It'll be ok"

Suddenly, his Abuela stood up, said "Excuse me" while still glaring at me, before leaving the dining room.

I looked around the table as everyone was now quiet. Some stares were on me and some were just looking around, seeming just as confused as me.

"I'm so sorry Y/N. I knew she would react badly." Camilo apologized sincerely, staring at his mostly empty plate.

"Nono it's my fault, really. I insisted to meet, and although this isn't how I imagined it would go, at least we got to meet?" I said, slightly joking.

Camilo slowly dipped his head down then up, as if processing what I had just said. Then, he grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers.

He stood up and excused us before pulling me out into the hallway.

"I don't care what Abuela says. I love you so I will continue to be your parter/boyfriend." He says confidently.

That made me smile. Yep. He was definitely getting back to his old self, except this time, he wasn't going to hide the fact that we are dating.

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Carlos

•He doesn't give a fuck💀

•He doesn't understand why because you're the best thing that's ever happened to him

•Its not like you were a bad influence anyways, if anything HE was the bad influence on YOU

•He keeps dating you and invites you over once a week to annoy her

•If she walks out because she's so mad he reassures you that you're fine, she's just being a bitch

•"It's because I, the "bad influence," got a partner before her sweet little precious helpful Camilo."

•If she ever insults you he goes OFF

•"You're just being petty because I found a partner before Camilo. EVERYONE except you enjoys Y/N and loves having them around and helping. They are the only one who ever stuck with me because of the shit you did.. Don't try to act innocent and shocked now, you should've been expecting this. After all, it is me , right?"

•Then he'll take you up to his room like "Y/N don't let her get to you she's just a bitch..i love you so don't worry, she won't break us up."

•Then he rests his forehead on yours, intertwines your fingers and *kiss

#carlos x y/n #carlos madrigal x y/n #camilo madrigal x y/n #camilo x y/n

[lavful]

Ninjago Rarepair Week, Day 5 - Songfic for Raincloud!

Raincloudshippers y'all are eating today. I'm posting both day 5 and 6 today.

Summary: Vania and Benthomaar meet at the Emerald Royal Ball. Inspired by "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift and “La Valse de L’Amour” by Patrick Doyle from Cinderella (2015).

Excerpt:

Vania’s chest seized when the orchestra played the last note of their song. Princess Harumi and her father bowed to each other and couples began to make their way onto the dance floor. Sighing with frustration, Vania looked side to side quickly. She was rapidly losing hope. Then, she saw him. 

A man with soft blue eyes and darker blue skin made eye contact with her. Right away, he smiled and began walking towards her. Vania found herself smiling too. It was like everything moved in slow motion. He was unlike anyone she’d ever seen, undeniably handsome but unique as well. He had jet black hair adorned with a gold circlet, swirling markings along his cheekbones, and what appeared to be gills on his neck. The man was dressed in a white tunic and trousers, quite different from the other male guests mostly dressed in black. His finery was adored with dark blue embroidery and pearls, hinting to coastal origins. Vania felt frozen to her spot, tingles gathering in her fingertips. 

At last, he was in front of her, still smiling. “Hello,” he said.

“Good evening, sir.” Vania gave a short curtsy. 

“My name is Prince Benthomaar of Merlopia. I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.” He bowed.

Merlopia, the underwater kingdom. She knew it from her studies but little was known about it, like Shintaro. “Princess Vania of Shintaro,” Vania announced herself. She held her hand out and he kissed it gently. She felt butterflies in her stomach already. 

Benthomaar looked up with a shy smile. “Well, your Highness, may I have this dance?”

Vania beamed at him. “Yes, you may.”

#ninjago rarepair week23 #raincloudshipping #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago vania #princess vania #ninjago benthomaar #prince benthomaar #ninjago #lego ninjago

[aeshnalacrymosa]

Casita 2.0 Headcanons

Casita couldn’t contain its joy at getting to shelter its beloved Madrigal family again. Its tiles and shutters clicking, Casita danced with the people celebrating within. This evening felt like fifty years ago, when Casita materialized from the golden embers of the magic candle. The difference was, while Casita’s revival was just as unexpected as it had been the first time, its welcome dance was greeted with joy.

Casita eagerly dragged the entire community into itself. Come, celebrate with me! Casita had missed them so much. Clearly, they had missed Casita, too. Casita was good as new—its colors just as vibrant as ever. But things were different now, in more ways than one. Casita was back, and so was Bruno. Excited to see all twelve Madrigals together, Casita tossed them all in a giant pile as it brought a camera to take a brand-new family picture.

The party raged well into the night, but not too late. Everybody was tired from finishing building Casita with their own hands. Casita was eager to let the family into their rooms. Most of the bedrooms remained the same as before. But some rooms changed, including the doors.

Alma’s room was still a replica of the house that she had shared with Pedro. Their house in the city had been a humble two-bed one-bath home. Alma had renovated her babies’ original nursery into a library and study for herself when the triplets moved into the bigger nursery across the courtyard from Alma’s room.

Julieta’s room and door stayed the same. Like her mother’s room, it was a functional house on its own. Its walls and fixtures a gentle duck egg blue color, Julieta’s room was a two-bed one-bath unit, with the second bedroom functioning as a ward. Since Julieta’s youth, the second bedroom’s most frequent occupant was Bruno, whom Julieta treated for his migraines and melancholy. The two bedrooms had a Jack and Jill bathroom between them. There was a fully stocked kitchenette and perfectly organized cabinets. As a child, Julieta learned to cook here. While Julieta now did most of her cooking in the main kitchen, her personal kitchenette was convenient for serving sick or injured family members. This way, Julieta did not have to go up and down the stairs just to make and serve healing food, especially for those that stayed in the second bedroom for her to keep an eye on.

Unlike her mother’s and sister’s rooms, Pepa’s room was undoubtedly magical. Beyond her glowing door was a tall atrium. Overhead, there was a raincloud-shaped chandelier, which lit up the room with dancing bits of refracted light from crystal raindrops. The ceiling reflected the weather outside as well as the weather inside Pepa. On a good day, the room was awash with golden sunlight. The unit had three levels. The bottom was a sitting area for Pepa and visitors. The second was a reading nook with a shelf filled with Pepa’s favorite books. The top level was the bedroom that Pepa shared with Félix. The custard yellow wallpaper was adorned with a rain pattern. The décor was meteorology equipment such as anemometers and weathervanes, which were useful for Pepa to measure her own emotions. After Casita’s death and resurrection, Pepa was allowed to let go of her emotions. Her family and the Encanto learned that Pepa’s bad moods never lasted too long and didn’t need to be controlled in the first place. The Encanto’s climate started to resemble that of the rest of the country.

Bruno’s room changed the most. As before, the door opens into a small antechamber with an hourglass-shaped doorway and a wall of falling sand separating the antechamber from the main room. Casita had been unable to control the sandfall for Mirabel because Bruno had not been there. Now, the sandfall parted like a curtain for Bruno and welcome visitors. Intruders would have sand poured onto them, but it wouldn’t necessarily stop them. The sand landed and flowed in canals surrounding the massive circular vision cave. The stairs were gone. It was dark in there, lit only with shards of vision glass mounted to the walls like mosaics as well as bioluminescent mushrooms guiding the path. Bruno had a lever to open and close an oculus at the top of the dome ceiling. In the first year of his return, Bruno decorated the ceiling with a circular rat maze with bamboo and modeled after the labyrinth at the Chartres Cathedral. True to his private and secretive nature, the bedroom was separated from the vision cave with a massive circular door. The bedroom had the same dimensions as the vision cave, so Bruno had plenty of space for himself. Of course, he shared the space with a large mischief of rats. He had a large round bed, a reading nook, a play area for the rats, a cluttered writing desk, a cabinet with a mirror door, and a small altar decorated with holy icons. Rather than an oculus, the bedroom had a square window with a view of the Encanto.

The room closest to Bruno’s was Luisa’s. Before, Luisa’s room had two distinct chambers. There was the gym area where Luisa honed her gift and a secret amusement park where she let loose where no one would think to look. With Luisa being more honest with herself, Casita brought the two chambers together into a playground just for Luisa. Antonio loved hanging out in there, and Luisa loved playing with her youngest cousin. They both enjoyed climbing the jungle gym. In the corner was a massive canvas tent offering Luisa choices between sleeping bags, hammocks, or a bed to sleep in, depending on her mood. The tent was strewn with soft rugs and pillows and stuffed toys. Instead of a punching bag, Luisa had a large roly-poly doll with cartoon features.

Isabela’s room evolved with her gift. From a sickeningly pink garden of flowers and topiaries of herself, it turned into a dark but vibrant jungle that was no less beautiful but decidedly more dangerous. But for the safety of her family and other guests, Isabela grew poisonous plants in an area sealed with a wrought iron gate and fence. She had a pond with giant water lilies. She still grew flowers, mostly a wide assortment of orchid species and creeping plants. There were hundreds of cacti and succulents. Beyond the pond, there was a patch reserved for carnivorous plants. The one thing that stayed the same was her bed, suspended from the high ceiling with thick vines.

Their gifts didn’t change much, so Camilo’s, Dolores’, and Antonio’s rooms didn’t change at all.

Camilo’s room resembled an actor’s dressing room at first glance, complete with a small bathroom and a dresser fully stocked with cosmetics and a labyrinthine walk-in closet of costumes as well as Camilo’s own clothes and personal belongings. But a second door led to a hallway to a theater seating up to a hundred audience members. Camilo rarely used the theater, preferring to perform in the inner courtyard in the open air and sunlight.

Antonio’s was still a massive jungle where his animal friends visited him from their actual home in the mountains. He had multiple hammocks in there, for himself and for guests, which were most frequently Mirabel and Camilo. Antonio had built a stone trail toward the one hammock that he had claimed as his. He didn’t need nightlights because there were always fireflies and bioluminescent fungi comforting him at bedtime.

Dolores’ room looked quite like a normal bedroom, like Abuela’s and Julieta’s. But with the window or door closed, it was entirely soundproof. To reduce the ensuing tinnitus, Dolores had a couple of record players and a variety of gentle music instruments to soothe her. She had music boxes, singing bowls, harps, zithers, and a few drone instruments originating from India. Dolores’ favorite object in the room was a cylinder phonograph, which would produce a soothing white noise if she put in a cylinder with no music recorded into it. She sometimes slept over at Antonio’s room for the crickets or in Bruno’s room for the falling sand, which were almost as good as the drones in her room.

Alas, Casita still wasn’t able to give Mirabel her own room. Mirabel did not hold this against Casita; she was only glad to have her old friend back. As a compromise, Casita made the nursery slightly bigger to accommodate Mirabel’s needlework projects. Casita also did not remove the second bed in the nursery. The spare bed made the nursery perfect for daytime naps for anyone who needed it. Because the family knew that it wouldn’t be very long before Dolores and Mariano would marry and have babies, Mirabel’s padres and tíos started making plans to build an entirely new room on top of the nursery. “If Casita couldn’t make Mirabel a room, we’ll build a room for her,” the adults decided, which warmed Mirabel’s heart. Construction was delayed for a year while the family was adjusting to their new dynamics and changes to their workload. Mirabel didn’t mind; the anticipation of finally having her own space was about as good as having it already. After all, there was no need to hurry as Mariano and Dolores had decided to “take it slow.” Mirabel had even started referring to the nursery as “my room.” The new room would cover nearly the whole wing to give Mirabel space for a closet, an activity area, a closet, and a bathroom. The room would be dominated with a lovely teal color broken with pink and green accents. Mirabel would leave her childhood drawings in the nursery, so she could decorate her teal walls with new artwork and knickknacks of her own. Her bamboo wood floor would be decorated with colorful rugs. Her bed would have a wrought iron frame, painted black with gold butterflies.

To everyone’s surprise, Casita tolerated having a portion of its roof torn off to build a new space on top. It proved to everyone that Mirabel was Casita’s favorite. For Casita’s comfort and relief, the family and their neighbors who would help in the construction would work as quickly as they could.

Downstairs, besides the courtyard, the large, shared bathroom, and the kitchen and dining room, there was a large sala across the courtyard from the kitchen. Both the sala and cocina had access to the wine cellar under the house. The sala functioned as a mini library and music room, too, so Luisa no longer had to carry the piano around. Through the back door from the kitchen, there was the enormous back garden where the family grew fruits, vegetables, and nuts. The backyard was also where they washed and hung laundry, with a drain leading to the nearest stream.

Finally, at the roof of the house, they had a water tank. When the triplets were children, Pepa used to fill it with rainwater. When Luisa got her gift, she took the task of physically carrying the tank to the nearby lake to fill it and then carry it back. This chore helped to make Luisa become stronger as a child. After the reconstruction, Luisa and Pepa took turns filling the water tank. They filled the water tank every three days.

The residents of the Encanto omitted the hollow walls from the construction, so when Casita was revived, it didn’t bring back the spaces in the walls either. There would be no holes or passageways behind the painting beside Dolores’ door or the family tree in the dining room. Even if the walls were broken, there would be no secret passageways to find. Casita felt sturdier that way. Besides, Casita would rather not remind Bruno of his ordeal by keeping the space.

#encantober #encantober 2022 #casita #la familia madrigal #headcanon