#the whole - she would wake / she would walk / she would sleep / she would forget bit

[redux-iterum]

Charred Legacy: Chapter Seven

(AO3 counterpart here.)

As luck would have it, Bluestar was awake when Fireheart hurried into her den, forgetting to call out and announce himself and receiving a startled hiss in response.

“Sorry,” he said, “but this is important.”

Bluestar’s irritation smoothed out as he recounted the news he’d been told. Like he had guessed, she did not react harshly to where he had heard the news, only narrowing her eyes and tapping her tail on the ground a few times.

“I’ll speak with Speckletail about this,” she said when he’d finished. “We can figure out a plan together.”

Fireheart shuffled his feet a little nervously. “Are you going to tell her about…?”

“No. You were by the Houses and overheard some kittypets talking about a dog, that’s all.” Her eyes did not soften, but their intensity focused into something calmer. “Keep it to yourself until I make an announcement.”

Fireheart dipped his head, the talons around his stomach lessening their anxious grip.

Bluestar never did rat him out; she announced the news when everyone was in camp, and the Clan as a whole was ordered to have at least four cats to a patrol, hunting or border or even just a regular walk. To Ravenwing’s visible part-relief-part-concern, she did not restrict the last one from happening at all. The Clan went to sleep discussing the potential dogs on the border—and, to Fireheart’s disgust, if the fat kittypets would be enough to distract the dogs from coming this way. He knew better than to say anything, but the look on his face must have told enough, judging by how the conversation would falter once someone glanced his way.

The morning passed, a communal uneasiness in the Clan’s sleep, and after taking until the middle of the day to actually fall asleep at all, Fireheart was late to wake up. Half-asleep still, he hurried out of his nest, some moss and dust still stuck to his fur. He barely remembered to shake out his coat and give it a few quick licks to smooth it out, more drawn to the remnants of the prey-pile: a few mice, a couple birds and one mole.

Perfect! he thought, and trotted up to the pile. Unfortunately, his eyes were still a little hazy with sleep residue and his steps could have been less clumsy. Before he could stop it, he bumped hard into someone coming to the pile at the same time.

“Oh, sorry—” he started, taking a step away and looking over at the cat.

Darkstripe, looking even more rustled by rest, bared his teeth at him. “Pay more attention to where you’re going, idiot.”

Had he been more alert, he would have been thankful for being too tired to respond with anything but, “Sorry, I’m just half-asleep still, I guess.”

“Who cares?” Darkstripe muttered in a wanting-to-be-heard volume. “Get out of the way. You’re blocking the prey.”

Fireheart didn’t respond this time, just stepped a little bit more to the side and reached for the mole, only to have Darkstripe swipe it out of his paw.

“Oh,” Fireheart said, and yawned. “I was, uh—”

“You don’t own every mole that comes in here,” Darkstripe snapped.

“Oh, for the stars’ sake.”

Both toms blinked and turned their heads. Sandstorm pushed past Darkstripe, blocking his view of Fireheart.

“Will you get over yourself?” she said, exasperated and contemptuous. “Are you really pulling apprentice-level petty muck over breakfast?”

Darkstripe opened his mouth to snap something back, but Sandstorm rolled her eyes and flicked her tail at him.

“Go be a kit somewhere else, sadsack,” she said. “Fireheart, do you want that sparrow?”

Darkstripe glared at her, but she did a phenomenal job of looking at Fireheart as if Darkstripe didn’t exist, so he stormed off, taking the mole with him.

Fireheart watched him go, eyes wide, then turned to Sandstorm, who gave him a supportive nod.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, marveling. “I wouldn’t have said anything.”

“I know you wouldn’t have,” she snorted. “That’s why I did. Honestly, this is getting pathetic.”

Fireheart’s eyes again went to the dark grey warrior, where he had flopped down in the corner of camp and was glaring at the mole instead of eating it.

“I guess it could afford to be over,” he said to Sandstorm. “I know I upset him, so I’m not as mad as I could be.”

“You oughta hit him.” She sniffed at a large mouse and pawed it closer. “Just one good swat on his stupid face. That would be awesome and deserving.”

Fireheart couldn’t help his whiskers twitching. “I’m not going to swat anyone.”

Sandstorm scooped up the mouse. “Shame. I’d love to see it. Well, later.”

“Later,” Fireheart replied with a thankful nod.

She waved her tail and near-strutted off to sit with Dustpelt, who had a rather delighted look on his face when he snuck a look at Darkstripe not seeming to enjoy his mole. Fireheart hid his amusement by turning away and picking up the sparrow.

As he rounded, bird in tow, Goldenflower’s tail was just leaving the nursery, flanked by Bramblekit and Tawnykit. Cloudkit soon followed, Ashkit racing out after him and Aspenkit more slowly climbing into the open. Goldenflower purred something to each of them as they wandered past her, with only Aspenkit and Bramblekit responding by looking up at her and squeaking something back.

Fireheart watched most of them run in circles, tackling or chasing each other. Aspenkit mostly stood to the side and watched, and Fireheart noted with some pride that Tawnykit was still striding along with Cloudkit and Ashkit hanging off of her like oversized ticks. Bramblekit, he realized with definitely more concern, was sluggishly following after his sister, but at a distance, like he was hesitant to join in. Aspenkit nosed him and he shuffled his clumsy broad feet shyly, mumbling something Fireheart didn’t catch.

A shift of brambles announced the arrival of Speckletail and Bluestar, Speckletail in the middle of saying, “And I think the apprentices shouldn’t count as a single cat in patrols.”

Bluestar, not quite looking at her but having her head slightly turned her way, nodded. “Then add one cat for every apprentice. How do—”

She flinched backwards as Tawnykit raced past her, oblivious to anything but Ashkit chasing her and yowling, “I’m get you!”

“Dare you!” Tawnykit shouted back, and performed a rather impressive skid into a sharp turn that left Ashkit struggling to stop in the sand as she ran back to the rest of the kits.

Bluestar stared at the little cluster—and, Fireheart realized quickly, she was staring specifically at Bramblekit. The little tom blinked, then looked directly at her, like he had felt her stare. Bluestar had the good sense to immediately look away and hasten over to the prey-pile, Speckletail following her with her own uncomfortable glance at him.

Bramblekit watched them go before lowering his broad head and dolefully shuffling back to Goldenflower, who greeted him with an open-pawed embrace as she reclined, glaring at Bluestar. Tawnykit seemed to notice her brother’s absence quickly, shaking off Ashkit to trot after Bramblekit.

Fireheart, anxious now, padded up to Goldenflower. It took him dropping the sparrow at her feet for her to look up at him, her features quickly smoothing out and her eyes now creasing affectionately.

“Thought you might like breakfast,” he explained, and touched his nose to Tawnykit’s head, followed by Bramblekit. “What’s wrong, buddy?”

Bramblekit looked up at him, his adorable blue eyes deeply unhappy. Quietly, he asked, “Am I in trouble?”

Goldenflower blinked and tilted her head. “Of course not, love. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Oh.” Bramblekit looked at her now. “But Bluestar, an’ the Clan, they’re all mad at me.”

Fireheart caught on immediately, but Goldenflower was still confused, replying, “No one is mad at you, Bramblekit, I promise.”

“But…” Bramblekit shifted his feet over each other. “How come they all look at me like I did something bad?”

Goldenflower stiffened, her tail-fur bristling.

Fireheart quickly stepped in, gently patting Bramblekit to get him to look his way. When he did, Fireheart spoke low and soft. “There’s a reason you’re not old enough to understand yet. But until you learn it, I can say everyone loves you, they just get surprised by how you look.”

Bramblekit blinked, his sadness now replaced with puzzlement. “Do I look scary?”

“You don’t,” Tawnykit said firmly. “You look brown.”

Fireheart forced a purr. “Well, you are very big and have long claws. Like—” A tiger. “Like a badger. Do you know what that is?”

Bramblekit shook his head.

“A badger is a very big grey and black and white animal.” Fireheart squatted a little and spread out his legs, mimicking a badger’s broad stance. “They’ve got long claws and sharp teeth. They don’t like cats at all, and they’ll attack if we run into them. So cats are scared of them.”

Tawnykit and Bramblekit contemplated this individually before looking at each other, gauging how well their sibling understood this. It was Bramblekit who hesitantly asked, “So I look like a badger?”

“Just a little,” Fireheart said fondly. “But everyone knows you’re really Bramblekit, so it’s okay.”

To his relief, Bramblekit gave a thoughtful nod, even if Tawnykit was squinting at Fireheart.

Goldenflower rasped her tongue over Bramblekit’s fluffy ear. “Why don’t you tell the others about badgers? I bet Cloudkit would love to hear it.”

Tawnykit seemed to take the cue and tugged on Bramblekit’s tail with her teeth, earning a squeak of protest. The pair rambled off again, returning to the other litter, who had ceased playing to watch the conversation. Fireheart sighed out his tension as Ashkit greeted them with a wriggling hunch, like he was going to pounce. Bramblekit huddled like Fireheart had, mimicking his badger-pose.

“Thank you,” Goldenflower murmured to Fireheart. Her tail-fur was still not relaxed. “I worry for him.”

Fireheart watched his siblings and nephew as they seemed to be debating over badgers’ sizes. “He’ll be okay. Everyone will get over it eventually.” His tail tapped irritably. “If we were allowed to talk about it—”

“I know.” Goldenflower rested a massive paw on his. “I know, honeymouse. We can’t help it. That’s just how it is.”

A harrumph escaped Fireheart. He quickly locked down the annoyance in his chest and scanned the clearing, looking for a distraction. He found it in Bluestar as she carried her mouse she had grabbed to the other side of camp, giving a wide berth to the kittens, her ears back and tail dragging on the ground. When she flopped down, her face was creased and she had to keep turning her head to not look at the little ones as they ran about.

Fireheart’s annoyance chilled over, turning to cold grief. Even without Bramblekit, she seemed to be avoiding the kits. Was it because they reminded her?

“She told me, once,” he said to Goldenflower, crouching beside her and tucking his limbs under his body. “About her own kits. And their father.”

He wasn’t sure what he expected, but he was surprised that Goldenflower’s reaction was subdued—nothing beyond tightly shut eyes and a grimace. “I didn’t think anyone would hear about that again.”

“Were you there for it?” Fireheart dropped his voice to a whisper. “Was it… was it bad?”

Goldenflower sighed under her breath, now gazing at Bluestar in a more sympathetic, if pretty bitter way. She didn’t answer him for an uneasily long time, but finally she looked at him and whispered back.

“She was deputy at the time.” Her golden eyes went dark and solemn. “We didn’t know why she was so frantic and upset about having kits until they were born. It was impossible not to notice their round faces and half-tails.” Goldenflower shuddered. “The outcry was awful. We were all angry at her. She nearly lost her position over it.”

Fireheart’s eyes widened. “But she didn’t?”

“There was this…” Goldenflower shut her eyes again, grieving. “…desperation to prove she could keep her rank, and that she would never even think about Oakclaw again. When a molly has her kits, she retires from work for a bit to raise the litter. But Bluestar—Bluedusk at the time—was determined to show us all that she was still loyal. She would get so stressed any time she was in the nursery. We were afraid she would kill her kits, at some points.”

Fireheart’s stomach was grateful for having nothing in it to expel. “Queens do that?”

“If they’re terrified and upset enough, yes,” Goldenflower whispered. She didn’t look any less nauseous than Fireheart felt when she opened her eyes. “We tried to keep the kits safe by letting her out to do her duties. She went on patrols, she handled any small trouble before our leader could, so on. She was barely ever in the nursery to even let her kits drink her milk. She…” Goldenflower’s ears went back. “I remember how exhausted she was. We had to push her to rest and sleep. We hardly ever did, though. She had this… this manic look in her eyes. Like if we said one more word, something bad would happen. It was frightening.”

With an ache in his chest, Fireheart looked at Bluestar. She hadn’t touched her prey. “What happened to the kits?”

A long pause, and when Goldenflower finally spoke again, her voice shook. “I never told you, but kits rely on their mother’s milk to survive their first few nights of life. She gives them something they rarely can live without. And Bluestar… Bluestar didn’t give them that. She wanted nothing to do with those kits. She fed them no more than she had to, and even then she relied on other queens to care for them.” Goldenflower sighed unsteadily. “The kits… the kits, no matter how much we fed them, they wouldn’t gain weight. They slowly stopped crying—making any noise at all. Their will to live faded, and within a month, one by one, they died.”

Silence, for a long time. Fireheart leaned into his mother’s side, trying to give her compassion like it had been her kits they’d lost. He reflected, half-swallowed by her fur, that she probably did feel that way anyway.

Goldenflower shivered, gulped and took a long breath. “…Bluestar was devastated. I didn’t think she cared, but every loss ripped something out of her. When Mosskit was the last to go, she didn’t speak for four days. She just worked. I was amazed she didn’t lose her position anyways, if she was able to neglect that which she should have cared for the most. Morningstar took pity on her, I’m certain. He cared for her like she was his own. Even with some of us saying she should have been demoted, he kept her as deputy.” Goldenflower’s eyes narrowed. Fireheart almost drew back at the fury burning in them. “I saw how hurt she was. I tried to forgive her. I really did.” Her voice dropped even lower. “They were just little kits, Fireheart. They didn’t do anything wrong.”

Fireheart knew much better than to offer any defense for Bluestar. He simply continued leaning against Goldenflower, a gesture she slowly returned, and watched his leader stare down at her mouse, not touching it.

His eyes roamed absently to Cloudkit, swinging his little ginger paw at Tawnykit, and Bramblekit, prancing around, all misery forgotten. He thought about how small Cloudkit had been when Rosy brought him out to her brother. How little it would have taken for the cold to kill him.

How Frostfur had brought out a tiny brown-and-ginger body only a few nights after Goldenflower had given birth. How, even after all the desperate effort he knew his mother had given, he’d still lost a sister.

How had it taken so much time for Bluestar’s kits to die? Had they just been that determined? Were they aware of anything by that point?

Stars. Isn’t life just that awful.

#warrior cats #redux iterum #iterum #chapter #chapter seven #arc one #book three #charred legacy

[agentark]

a purely self indulgent whatever this is about a vibe I love

there's just something about an eerie town, a few old friends, a slowly building sense of dread, radio static, an outsider, I think we're being watched, remembering

oxenfree 🤝 the fernweh saga

Aelsa Trevelyan - The Fernweh Saga, Book 1 // The Beast From 20,000 Fathoms // Oxenfree - Night School Studio // Paramore - Figure 8 // Aelsa Trevelyan - The Fernweh Saga, Book 1 // Oxenfree - Night School Studio // Trocadero feat. Meredith Hagan - Contact Redux // unknown // Aelsa Trevelyan - The Fernweh Saga, Book 1

#am I transmitting? is anyone listening? #I literally played through book 1 of the fernweh saga 4 times and went - dang I need to replay oxenfree #come get your loops kids #won't say what kind - time/physical/self inflicted/generational; could be one could be all #being trapped in a gravity well of a place is a true bonding experience #fernweh saga #oxenfree #web weaving #I wasn't gonna tag this but what if I convince someone to consume either of these pieces of media #there's something missing from this but it's probably better than adding 1400 additional photos #it's literally just self indulgent who cares if it's incoherent #I feel like bly manor could fit in here as well #the whole - she would wake / she would walk / she would sleep / she would forget bit #the 'it's you it's me it's us' #the ghosts being trapped at bly and the living always coming back

[lxdymoon0357]

Hello 👋 can I pls request relationship and suggestive headcanons for Claude (wmmap) Regis (FIDWYM) and Lante Agriche with a female reader? Thank you ❤️

(some days, I'm gonna be better and consistent...:[ | Warnings: mentions of dying at childbirth, blood, murder, NSFW content, diana-claude poly mentions? idk..Anyways, NSFW content. )

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

Claude De Alger Obelia, Legis Floyen and Lante Agriche SFW/NSFW HCs

Claude De Alger Obelia

♕ Definitely loves to spoil you! He loves to spoil you when he can, bringing jewellery, making your favourite food, spending extra time with you, buying you clothes, flowers, gifts, anything you want! He is always happy to spoil you, Athy gets a bit worried, but she also loves you and makes handmade gifts for you which you definitely appreciate!

♕ Constantly worried for your health and safety, has a maid and a guard follow you everywhere, he would let them follow you to the bathroom if it wasn't unethical, but yeah..Constantly worried something is gonna happen to you..

♕ Also, constantly making sure you're in top health, always consults doctors about anything he finds unusual on you, if you two were to have kids, he's have a long talk with doctors if you can have kids and there won't be any complications and if anything were to happen, if he'd be able to save you over the kid...

♕ Definitely not loosing you to childbirth like he lost Diana, you both are the biggest jewels in his eyes and he doesn't want to lose you like he lost Diana. Definitely thinks how you both would be with each other if you met, would you both like each other more than him? Would you be open to be with both of them or would he simply be with Diana and you'd go off with someone else??

♕ You, him and Athy spend a lot of time together, eating, tea parties, talking about trends, gossiping or anything in between about Athy's love interests or something. Sometimes even Jeanette joins you both, she's so happy to be included, but after Anastacius left with her, she was happy to learn things from far away, you gave her your blessings, she'll miss all of you but tries to find time to visit when she can..

♕ You and Claude would dance together late at night for fun, it's so quiet and so intimate and so romantic, cue you both forgetting the dance and end up making out against a wall with him leaving hickeys! speaking of them, he leaves TOO many damn hickeys, it's his love language at one point...

♕ He is a busy man, being an emperor and all, but he still finds time for you, you're the most important thing to him after Athy and he tries to find time for both of you, together and individually like during meals, before he goes to sleep, after he wakes up, free time, he loves to spend it with you or alone doing something he enjoys..

♕ He is romantic while sex, but also very rough, be careful, don't piss him off, you won't be able to sit with a bruised ass or the aching cunt or walk due to the shaking and sore legs. He knows how to make brats behave, loves you but don't piss him off.

♕ Hates it when other people stare, will go to a nearby room or maybe the balcony if he's extra mad and simply fuck you till you're screaming your throat raw with leaving hickeys and making sure everyone and especially the person is hearing and seeing the whole thing...Likes the eyes on him sometimes, don't know why but he does, maybe it gives him thrill maybe it gives him the chance to prove himself in some way maybe he gets gratification, no way. But likes the way when you're bent over and crying your eyes out.

♕ Cages your hand above your head with a single one of his own and simply fingers you before pulling away and edging you till you're asking him to properly fuck you dumb, even if he's feeling soft, he likes to do it cause you're crying face and whines and moans sound cut to him and he can never get enough of it

♕ Leaves a lot of bitemarks, hickeys, bruises, it's concerning if you don't know it's out of love and how much he can't control his strength at times..When he's about to cum, he bites your neck to muffle his own moans and whines when you're clenching down on him..One hand constantly working on your clit.

♕ Let's say they have some medicine which works as Plan B, cause keep in mind, he will be breeding you, it's one of his biggest kinks, he would love to see you pregnant with his baby who is your and his mix, Athy needs a sibling after all! Will be pounding in you even after you've gone enough, he cant help himself sometimes!

Legis Adri Floyen

◈ Now Legis would be a bit closed off, but still after a while be extremely sweet and romantic, constantly being a gentleman, holding your hand when you're walking down the stairs, gets you gifts, when you got tired, he carried you where you want, feeds you, kisses you and looks at you like you're gold.

◈ You and Jubelian have to sometimes remind him to take breaks, you and Jubelian and literally bestest of friends yet being the cutest mother-daughter duo in Legis's eyes, two of his favourite girls being together and happy and getting alone and all the cute stuff?! Oh man, he feels like he's in heaven!

◈ Loves to spend time with you and Juve when he can, bringing you both gifts and you both in return make tiny gifts for him, like bouquets or like maybe you stitched something for him on a napkin and he carried it everywhere, or maybe you and Juve went out together to choose and mix-match jewellery for Legis and then you both gift it to him, she is always so happy to spend time with her parents!

◈ He and you would spend time kissing and then Juve would be grossed out but finds it cute or maybe you and Legis would spend time sparring or sword-fighting cause women back then used to do a lot of sports including archery, sword-fighting, hiking, so maybe he would love for you to join him in sparring sometime or maybe hand-to-hand combat where you are always winning because he refuses to put in effort, he gets too mesmerised by you anyway.

◈ He would love to take you on trips to anywhere you want, get dresses custom made so no-one else can have them, have portraits painted of you, he's such a sweetheart!! He would love to have a family portrait with you and Juve beside him!!

◈ Another thing is, matching clothes!! You wear something matching in your outfits at ALL times, be it a brooch, be it the colour of the clothing, be it the way the pattern of the dress, he loves to match with you, he even has dresses which are carbon copies of some of Juve's! You both look gorgeous in them!!

◈ Kind of needs your reassurance that he is doing the correct thing, if there is something you don't like, please say cause when you do things passive and aggressively, it makes him overthink things....And if he overthinks, he cries and I'm sure you don't want your husband to cry? Yeah, that's what I thought, communicate!

◈ Okay, first he finds you cute and adorable and hot and so squishable and he folds you like a chair fucking you in matching press with your thighs pressed against your chest while he toys with your cunt and clit so sweetly, it's almost innocent in a way!

◈ PRAISE!! Of-course, the biggest praise kink is in him, his eyes start to water from overwhelming love when he is praised during sex, so just to ground him, hold his hand tightly in yours in anyway you can to remind him you're both there..He gets carried away, poor baby..

◈ Loves to see you ride him, cause it's so cute in his eyes when you're trying your best to take him cause first of he's VERY BIG, secondly you try your best to take him, struggle with it, crying for him to do something to make something out of your fruitless ventures, of-course he teases you until you beg a lot, but because he likes your cries and tears and face

◈ Speaking of crying, he won't stop eating your cunt until tears are streaming down he's pulled a good few orgasms, your cunt is almost raw but i's still drooling...and he can't get enough, you're just sound so cute and taste so amazing, but okay, he'll take pity and fuck you properly, if you don't tell him to, he'll cum from just eating you out, grinding against whatever he can.

◈ Suck him off under his desk after he's overworked, probably one of the only dilfs who moans and whimpers and can't hide them, he sounds cute, as you gag on his cock, he sounds adorable!! Not your fault it's a good way to relax him from overworking and to just tease him!

◈ He sometimes gets so lot in making you cum, he does it for a good while until he simply pulls dry orgasms, until legs are shaking, you're both covered in bodily fluids, drools, sweat, clit is engorged a bit and it hurts but feels too good for him to pull out now as you wrap your legs around his waist to keep him close..

Lante Agriche

☠ Now for this request, I will say he's like a yandere-type in love with you and he's a bit sane and okay in head. Lante would always follow you around, carrying you when he can, holding you on his lap during those special dinners with his top three favourite kids as he fed you food with his hands, does your hair, albeit a bit haphazardly.

☠ He desperately needs you be locked down with him, he would kill anyone you pay too much attention to, that includes his kids, well your kids are his favourite kids, so he doesn't want you to be sad, but threatening them is the way to go!!

☠ likes to bring you the severed head of his victims as gifts with a deranged smile, expecting praise. I hope you give some to him for the sake of your neck joint...I mean, he'd also bring bloodied flowers, a skull, some sword, some jewel, etc, whatever he finds interesting all covered in blood cause he thinks you look hot in blood and everything looks better covered in blood.

☠ Leaves hickeys on your necks, for everyone and leaves more if you try to cover them. He has no shame, not like anyone would dare to say anything, but if they did, you'd have another severed head to your collection. So enjoy!!

☠ DESPISES people staring at you for a second too late, hates it, cannot stand it, will not stand for it, will kill someone for it. I mean, he's a man known for crimes, of-course he's gonna murder someone for looking at you too long! He's such a munchy weirdo..

☠ Would have your ring on your hand AT ALL TIMES, ain't no one snatching up his weirdo, hell naw! Anyways, he gets new rings made for you whenever you need one and it's all decorated well and stuff and so now you have a ring collection and it's very gorgeous and probably cost more than the whole manor and humans who die inside regularly!

☠ He slow dances with you over the dead bodies of people, enjoying the way their bones crunch under you both as you both softly danced while you both are in each other's embrace and are softly being intimate in silence..

☠ Oh now, don't think that if he got jealous and mad at some public event he is also one to not care if he fucks you on a balcony when everyone can hear you both while you scream and wail like it's no one's business in the balcony and later on everyone's too shy to make eye contact with you, including the kids and other wives...

☠ Bending you over on his desk to fuck you all while there are people in the next room or simply eat you out until you cry, but eating you out is a unusual occurrence...He doesn't just give you pleasure without getting anything in return, no.

☠ Edging you constantly, not letting you cum until you beg hard enough or until he possibly can't take it anymore or until you do it yourself earning a punishment by him where either he overstimulates you till you physically pass out and only have dry orgasms, so there are a few options of him to choose from, maybe play the safe submissive and subservient role for a while unless you're confident in your skills as a dom to top him..

☠ knife kink, I said it. Knife kink, holds a knife to your neck while he makes you ride him, and presses it down sometimes to nick your body parts for fun and for the sadistic tendencies...

#navi⌗writes⌗ #navi⌗answers⌗!!!!! #manhwa x y/n #manhwa x reader #manhwa x you #manhwa smut #father i don't want to get married #father i don't want this marriage x reader #father i don't want to get married x y/n #who made me a princess x reader #who made me a princess #the way to protect the female lead's older brother x reader #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #lante agriche x reader #lante agriche #legis floyen x reader #legis floyen #claude de alger obelia #wmmap claude #claude de alger obelia x reader #twtptflob x reader #father i don't want this marriage #manhwa headcanons #headcanons #smut headcanons

[krav3nn]

˚₊‧꒰ა Holy shit thats actually my girlfriend ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

<3 BILL KAULITZ X FEM!READER <3

Summary: Bill gets home late to see you asleep in y’all’s shared bed in his clothes, cuddling a pillow. He can’t believe your actually his..

Warnings: literally nothing, just a short and sweet writing of bill being absolutely enamored by you.

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Bills keys jingled as he unlocked the door to your shared house. Bill was doing a concert the whole day. Normally you would go to support bill but you weren’t feeling well today, and bill already made up his mind you needed to stay home and rest. Bill missed you though sometimes on stage he would forget you weren’t there and freak himself out for a few seconds, after not seeing you. Bill was just so ready to cuddle his pretty girl.

“Babyyy…baby, where are you?” Bill said, putting his keys on the counter and walking around the house. Normally you wouldn’t be asleep at this early even when you were sick. You’d promised to stay up for him tonight, bill giggled at the thought and knew you were asleep.

Bill quietly opened the door to your bedroom. His eyes squinting to adjust  to the change in lighting. His eyes finally adjusted to the darkness and he saw you pretty clearly. You were cuddling his pillow and you were only wearing underwear and his Tokio Hotel shirt that was way to big on you. Bill just stood and stared at your sleeping figure, then started talking to himself

“Holy shit…holy shit that’s actually my girlfriend..” bill said with a slight chuckle. “She’s so fuckin cute.. she’s adorable.” Bill says walking to you and kissing your forehead. He walks to y’all’s closet to get changed so he could finally cuddle his pretty baby.

“Ah I don’t want to wake her up..” bill whispers to himself, “maybe I can just..” bill slowly gets into bed with you, pulls your arms away from the pillow, wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. You stur in your sleep and feel hands on you. Quickly realizing it was bill. You groan, waking up “hmmm.. billy?” You say snuggling into his chest. “Shhh..it’s okay and just go back to sleep.” Bill says, kissing your forehead and playing with your hair.

“Mhh I’m sorry billy I meant to stay awake for you” you said looking up at him and frowning a bit. “Awh baby I know it’s okay.” Bill says flashing a toothy grin at you. After some pillow talk like, asking how bills concert was, bill asking what you did when he was gone, if you were feeling any better, exc, you started to doze off again in bills chest.

Bill rubs your back soothingly and keeps kissing your forhead. Once he knew you were asleep, he also starts to doze off. He is completely enamored with you. Your his whole entire world, his favorite girl ever. He still can’t believe your his, he loves you to much to his own good. Not that he’s complaining though

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im literally so addicted to writing fanfics rn so PLEASE PLEASE, send some requests I NEED them!!!! •⩊•

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[lcvecosts]

“mine, all mine” Oliver Quick x Fem! Reader pt. 2

Warnings: slight smut

you wake up from the sun, hitting your face and grown while you stretch it took a moment for you to remember what happened last night before bed but you try to brush it off at “he was drunk“.

Maybe he just tended to be a bit more flirtatious when he was drunk you couldn’t imagine that sweet boy in any other way. You sit down in bed when you hear a knock on the bathroom door.

“Come in “

The door opens, and there was Felix, extending with his hair, all messy only wearing boxer shorts. And all he looks so good his beautiful, thick brown hair, he looks so sleepy still. He walks over to your bed and sits down right next to you.

“I’m so happy you’re here. I hope you enjoyed last night. Also, my mother asked me about your birthday this year. Oliver‘s birthday is just one day after yours. She said you could have two separate parties, but we could also have a big one for two days.”

you smile at him and move a strand of hair out of your face. The way Felix made you feel was like no other. It almost felt like his family was also yours they treated you so well and they made you feel so except and loved when you were there.

You place your hand on his quote I mean I don’t mind celebrating with Oliver. I think it would be less stressful for everyone if he just had one big party instead of two and I like him he’s really nice.”

Felix nods his head and leans in, wrapping an arm around you and placing a soft kiss on your cheek. You lean in a bit and just stay like that cuddled up to him for a few more seconds.

he rubs your arm with the hand that was around your body and place the other on your exposed belly your self is so warm and the touch was so cold made you gasp a little.

you normally wouldn’t let any other guy touch you like that, but with Felix it all felt so safe and gentle his hand slides up your body, a bit more and he places a proper kiss on your lips, and oh, how you melted into it.



you were teach to keep your desires in your whole life you were basically the opposite of Venetia.

 not that you didn’t desire anything, but you just didn’t live it.

his lips slowly move against yours while he whispers against them “I missed you so much you don’t even understand..”

“I missed too, a lot“ he keeps to kiss going and his hand moves up even more and before you could react in anyway there was a knock on your door and you jump back a bit.

Felix sighs “Yes?”

“Mr. breakfast is ready. Your family is waiting for you downstairs already.”

“ i’ll be there in a minute okay?” He plays a few more kisses all over your face before he gets up “we got to get ready for breakfast now.”

you’re not your head with your cheeks all warmed up now and go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and brush your hair. After that you put on something cozy and wait for Felix to go downstairs and have breakfast, you sit down next to Oliver and Felix. Oliver didn’t look as “intimidating“ as he did yesterday night.

So you were probably right he was just drunk you would just forget what happened.

“Morning Y/N, did you sleep well?” He asks you with a slight smile on his face.

You nod your head and take a sip of the orange juice.

“Yes, what about you?”

“ I did also, I’ve heard a breathless are only a day apart. I think we’re gonna have a really nice party this year. I’m so glad.”

You were just chitchatting during breakfast and planning your party with Elspeth. it almost seemed like she was more excited for your birthday than you were. She was really passionate about the parties that they were hosting at Saltburn.

“I wonder if you wanted to go swimming in the lake later do you want to come with us” Felix asked

“Sure you don’t even know how much I missed that” you smile and he smell right back at you and didn’t look over it all. He had a straight face on with the second you looked at him and he noticed he smiled as well.

You walk outside with your bag in your hand, and a towel under your arm, you could already see Felix from far playing around in a lake. Farley was sitting on a towel under a parasol, reading a book next to Oliver.

you walk over wearing sunglasses and a dark green bikini and join Venetia while she was sunbathing.

You place your towel on the ground and lay down right next to her “oh the weather is so nice.”

“Yeah, but what a shame there aren’t more hot guys this year.” you’ll laugh at what she said, and she just turns her head to look at you.

“I mean it I mean yeah that all guys cute but I don’t know… She also looks like he’s all over you” she chuckled

“What do you mean by that? He’s just normal with me a bit shy even” you furrow your brows and look over at him to see him look right back at you.

He had a surprisingly good body toned abs he was in a really great shape not something you’d expect from the shy introverted guy but by now maybe there was more to him maybe he was just like that at the beginning maybe he wasn’t that introverted and he only had to get used to you. You could feel his eyes on your body just as much as you were looking at his would make you blush and look away. Oh, this was a bit embarrassing.

“I mean if I was you I totally get him. He’s just too boring for me but maybe I’ll get back to him I haven’t had sex in weeks. Mom doesn’t let me go out for summer because she thinks I’m gonna relapse or something but just so boring when you’re locked up somewhere..”Venetia complained.

“I don’t think he’s necessarily my type you know? I still like Felix has he changed in anyway?” you ask her.

She looks at you with a smirk, and just shakes her head.

look at Felix and sigh. Every time you were with him you felt like you could accept him the way he is and you do except for the fucking around part. You think maybe you could get over it but deep down you know you can’t you don’t wanna share him so relationship wouldn’t work for the both of you your mind and your body tell you you want him so bad and you don’t know if you can resist him any longer. You knew you were different than the others you meant more to him you were special to him you weren’t just a girl that he thought he liked. He genuinely had a deep connection to you, but he wouldn’t change you know that.

After sometime, you join him in the lake slowly the water is so cold, which made you giggle, and he also laughed at you while you try to keep your shit together and not scream from the cold. he walks over wrapping his cold wet arms around your warmed up waist and picks you up making you squeal.

“Felix fuck it’s so cold stop it!”

He just laughed at you and gets in deeper while holding you not giving you any choice.

You were so deep in if he let you go, you wouldn’t be able to stand on your feet. He held you by your thighs and you had your arms wrapped around his neck, just looking into the most beautiful, dark brown eyes. It was so hard not to completely fall that guy.

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[lawqual1ty]

Burn out... (FEM! Trafalgar Law x FEM! Reader)

Pov: College can sure take a toll on anyone, especially when exams come around the corner. Your roommate however tries her best to be your biggest supporter even though she's quite dense on how to do so...

I wrote this on a whim while trying to get my stress levels down a bit due to my exams so... Expect a lot of errors--

Warning: Curse words, Lesbians, burn out and stress symptoms (reader), mild flashbacks (Law), College scenario, fluuuuff I need female Law to comfort me okay??, A bit of Ooc Law? I'm not sure. Law calls you a raccoon--

College is the most magical chapter of your life, they said... Enjoy every part of it while it lasts, they said...

Those words resounded in your brain like some sort of non-breakable chant as you read and re-read the PDF the teacher had sent you over to study... It was long and filled with intricate words that you struggled to understand... It made your whole entire system feel dizzy as you stared at the screen of your tiny laptop, almost dumbfounded.

"I'm hungry..." You muttered in annoyance.

"Ugh God dammit!" You let out a loud groan as you roughly held onto your hair, luckily you were sitting on your bed of your tiny rented room so your fall backwards was rather safe, your hair fell backwards as you groaned in annoyance... Did you really have to wait until the last minute to study...? Did you really have to be so persistent on getting a better grade than last time...? Why did everyone define this as the best phase of your life...? If this was the best part you didn't even want to begin to imagine what the rest of your life would be like. You were tired, too sleepy to process another equation but too stressed to take at least a single wink of sleep, not that you could either way since, well... Tomorrow morning you would have to go to class all over again and sleeping would only make time pass faster. You bury your face into your hands, lifting your glasses up a bit, a soft groan escaping your lips before silence surrounded your room...

Before you knew it you had stood up from your bed and walked out of your room and over to the kitchen.

The small house you lived in was rather cozy; your room was located in the basement which gave you a clear access to the kitchen, you only had to climb up a pair of stairs and you were greeted by a small living room to your right and the kitchen to your left, it was perfect for long nights such as these in which you only needed to serve yourself a small cup of coffee and some pancakes (since they had been your basic night diet for the past week or two...), especially considering the fact that since you were so close you wouldn't have to wake up either of your roommates.

Their rooms were upstairs, far away from you and your annoyed at the world and your decisions ass. You rented a room with two other girls; One you had only passed by a couple of instances since she mostly hung out with her friends and even sometimes went to sleep over to their house, if you were to describe her you would say she was like a hurricane of sunlight in some way... She was cheerful and energetic and always had that characteristic strawhat that made her stand out just with a single glance, you had only interacted with her a few times but when you did you couldn't help but smile dropping an occasional laugh or two. She was cheerful and you could appreciate that occasionally. You turned to look up at where her room was only to realize her light was turned off... A soft sigh escaped your lips, a wave of relief washing over you as you realized that she won't be stealing any of your food this time around.

You looked around once more, your eyes falling into your other roommates room... Oh yes, you couldn't forget about the other one, although, she was even more rare to see than the prior. You had definitely interacted with her more but it was still on certain occasions, heck you could even count them with your fingers and it would fit. She was the first one to get here, even before you, and her tired gaze and demeanor made you realize immediately that she was not someone you wanted to get in the way of... She was cold, sharp and analytical; although there were occasions in which that all came crashing down and you have managed to witness that more than once much to your luck...

As you stared up into her turned on light you wondered what would go down if she came down to the kitchen with you inside it... Would she argue with you about how much longer she's been up than you? Or will she just ask why are you still awake and head off once you made her a mug of your characteristically strong coffee? You let out a soft amused huff before shaking those thoughts away, only she knew if she would come down... It all depended on how drowned out in studying she was: it wasn't up to you.

Since she was a medicine student it was rather obvious she had the most stress out of the three, you being a criminology student was in the middle, you had ran into her in your occasional ransacks into the kitchen looking for something to keep you awake and functional as you tried to Speedrun all your investigation papers, since your work groups had rarely managed to do shit right in the first place. Occasionally, you would chat about meaningless things; starting out with a quick "hey..." And following it up with a "why are you still awake...?" Making the conversations evolve from that point onward. She introduced herself as Trafalgar Law but told you you could just call her Law if you'd like to which you agreed since well... you found it a tad bit rude to call someone by their full name, even if you had just met 'em. You would catch glimpses of her softer side, noticing just why she had decided to study medicine in the first place, she was a sweet gal' underneath that cold exterior; that however didn't take off her snarky remarks nor her anger when she talked about some incompetent classmate in her class, to which you usually reluctantly agreed sometimes due to your own experiences. Your relationship with Law was... Unique to say the least, although you two got along you would sometimes get into banter out of who cleaned up or your grades even though you were completely different majors, it resulted in some rather tense yet fun moments between you two, although, mostly there were more calm moments than heated ones.

You walked into the kitchen and opened your cupboard to take out your coffee. You took a few spoonfuls and placed them into the filter of the coffee machine, the soft scent of the coffee grind already helping you to wake up a bit. You hummed softly as you walked up to the sink to get some water into the machine.

Unbeknownst to you, on the upper side of the house a black haired girl let out a tired yawn as her gaze was fixed on her computer. The accumulated sleepiness of several days with a wink of rest was finally catching up to her as she tried to read the document on the screen of her laptop. She squinted her eyes, her vision getting blurry due to how sleep deprived she was; frustration made her let out a groan as she leaned back on her chair, her hands ran through her hair making it even more of a mess than what it was already... She couldn't concentrate at all.

"four cups should do..." You muttered to yourself as you poured the needed water into the machine, clearly oblivious to your surroundings.

Her brows perked up as she realized she wasn't the only one awake. It was around 12:12 pm when she headed out of her room and noticed the kitchen light on together with the light to your room in the basement reflecting onto the small living room, You were also awake, the faintest scent of coffee coming from the kitchen confirming her suspicions. Unbeknownst to her, a small smile crept its way to her lips as she headed down the stairs... Almost as if the sweet scent of your coffee mixed with your characteristic humming pulled her into the kitchen, a magnetism only you had on her.

"Fuck..." She cursed under her breath, both out of respect for you and your other roommate and out of tiredness, she didn't have the strength to even yell out but if she slept she definitely wasn't going to pass, why did she decide to study this again...? She looked up at the ceiling, the slightest glimpse of her family coming back to her... Her lips parted slightly before smiling gently to herself.

"I better wake up..." She muttered under her breath as she slowly got up from her chair and onto the main hallway.

You were so focused on your duty at hand that you didn't realize a tall dark haired girl was leaning against the door frame, staring at you... Pondering on how long exactly it would take you to realize she was there. Sooner rather than later you quickly turned around and almost yelled out when you saw her, she had to hold back a laugh at how scared you seemed just by her unexpected presence alone.

"HOLY-- LAW!" A soft snort could be heard from her.

"Hey..." Her half husky yet sweet voice greeted you in a very nonchalant way, almost as if she didn't regret how she had scared you even one bit. A pout could be visible in your pursed lips.

"A warning would have been nice..." You mumbled under your breath as you turned around to turn on the coffee machine, the familiar sound of a beep showing you it was already on and ready to make the coffee you two very much needed. She let out a low chuckle, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared at you.

"Even if I had warned you, you were too focused on your own shit to actually take it seriously..." Her playful words only made you pout as you turned around to face her.

"Shut up!" You exclaimed almost in a yelp which was rather amusing to Law "Warn me still! Or did you want to scare me that badly...?"

Your question only made her shrug, fueling your frustration up a notch... Although you couldn't quite exactly stay mad at her for long, you were too tired for that. A soft sigh escaped your lips, you leaned against the counter a reaction that caught Law's attention immediately; Sure, you could usually be a bit grumpy when you didn't sleep well but for you to go on and sigh... It was rather odd. If you looked close enough, you would notice the slightest glimpse of worry in her eyes, she didn't show it openly due to her little understanding of how far she could go with her emotions when it came about you, she just stared at you... Her body gently leaning forward a bit towards you as if she was pulled yet again by your presence.

"Rough night...?" Was all she could muster the courage to ask, a soft groan escaped your lips as you rubbed the bridge of your nose.

"Rough night..." You responded gently, not really wanting to act annoyed at her, after all, it wasn't her fault that you were in a foul mood... You were the one who forgot to study days before the exam and just now was catching up... Not her! So why would you burst in front of her?

As you were mentally struggling to keep yourself at bay Law stared at you with a hint of concern in her face, although you two had rarely interacted she knew something was off... Sure, she could blame it all on the lack of sleep, college could be a bitch and she totally understands that since well... She's in the same situation as you, but your uncharacteristic annoyance and groans were more than just having a bad sleep schedule. Law was so torn on what to do... How is she supposed to help you...? You had always been a great aid, unbeknownst to you, whenever you two had interacted during these long and stressful nights you had always managed to make her believe that things weren't as rough as she had believed so in the first place, it was like your mere existence was all that she needed to keep going... Almost as if you gave her the little spark she needed to keep going strong during this long and arduous journey that is studying medicine; But now that you needed her to aid you she froze... She had no clue on what to do or what to say to help, she had never been good with comforting even herself so how was she supposed to do it for you? It was frustrating...

The coffee machine pouring the four cups of coffee you had served was the only sound that surrounded the two of you, the mere dripping adding a soft sound of ambiance as both your minds filled the rest with loud thoughts.

You kept pondering and pondering on the things you've studied so far, remembering everything you could, getting frustrated by the second as you forgot some stuff... Your brain was filled with dark strings of thoughts, some threaded into your mind with knowledge and understanding of debates and investigation yet others just stepped into the edges of your patience with a negative poison that made your head hurt... It was getting overwhelming and you didn't even know how to stop it from getting as intense as it was... Your heart felt heavy and your mind became dull, a migraine threatening to start and ruin your study night... Just like before, you were so caught up in your own world that you didn't realize the movement that had happened just next to you.

You had fully expected for Law to have already left, after all the only thing she would have stayed for was a cup of your coffee... Or that's what you thought. Your mess of a mind was suddenly blank, all the dark threads of thought seemingly coming to a halt as you felt a pair of hands stop them... The unfamiliar warmth that covered you sent a shiver down your spine; What had happened...? You slowly glanced over your shoulder only to find a mass of black hair over the crook of your neck... Law was hugging you.

Your whole body froze; she had never been the type to give hugs heck, even the slightest glimpse of affection coming from her was like a rare achievement, so for her to now be hugging you was... Odd; Even Law herself was surprised, she wasn't one to be this open yet when she saw how your eyes had slowly drained out of that spark she loved, her mind went blank and her body moved on her own, Half out of her whim and half out of what she had learned from you aiding her.

A few minutes went by in this position, her rather strong arms holding onto you while you looked at the coffee machine, the sound of coffee dripping onto the container now feeling somewhat comforting... Your heart and mind were a mess, the latter now filled with thoughts about Law and Law only, almost as if her presence alone made your whole mind agree on what should be threading it. Before long, you raised your hands and gently placed them on top of her tattooed arms, making her flinch slightly. She fully believed you would make her pull away but you didn't, you chuckled slightly as you rubbed your thumb through her soft skin.

"Thank you..." You muttered gently, a soft hum was heard from Law as she held you tighter against her.

"No need..." She mumbled against the nape of your neck. "I just... Thought you might need one of these..."

A soft snort escaped your lips. "'One of these'...? Are hugs so alien to you you don't even know what they're called...?" Your teasing words made her blush a bright red, not that you could see.

"S-shut up, That's not--"

"Nah Nah, you said one of these!" You giggled before clearing your throat and speaking in a bit more of a formal tone just to mess with her. "Allow me to introduce you: Law, hugs; hugs, Law"

Your playful tone made her roll her eyes; sure, you were being annoying but it was better than that gloomy version of yours she saw a few minutes ago, so she would let it pass... For now.

"Oh well nice to meet you I guess..." You laughed at her sudden approval of your teasing words.

Your laugh... It was beautiful, Law's mind became a mushy mess as she chuckled along with you. Sure, she had heard plenty of people laugh but for some reason the way you laughed with such genuine joy was... Something that always made her melt.

"You little raccoon..." She mumbled against the back of your head, making you giggle. It wasn't long before Law's instincts took place... She stared at the back of your head, your soft hair greeting her almost as if asking her to act as she had desired to for so long... A deep breath was all that she needed to get the courage to do so. Your eyes widened as you heard a faint smack sound coming from the back of your head, the gentle tickle of your hair mixed with Law's lips snapping you out to reality... Your pulse jumped up to your cheeks, tinting them a light pink as the realization of what had happened sank in... Your lips parted slightly.

"Did you... Kiss me...?" You didn't even understand why you asked... The answer was so obvious it made Law feel flustered about the fact that you were asking in the first place. A low chuckle was heard from her.

"What do you think little raccoon...?" Her words made your heart leap, she had kissed you... While holding tightly against her. Your silence made her a tad bit uneasy as she couldn't look at how brightly you were blushing confirming that you had indeed liked that small showcase of affection.

"You okay...?"

You perked up. "Y-yeah I'm fine!"

Your yelp caught her off guard, it was all the affirmation she needed... You liked it. She laughed, clearly amused by your reaction. She let out a soft sigh before hugging you against her body.

"Rough night then...?" She asked once more, the resounding of the same question from earlier making your heart flutter, the silent affirmation of that change lingering in the air like a mute prayer... Your lips curved up in a soft smile. You don't know where you got the courage but you laced your fingers with hers, the words 'DEATH' greeting you for an instant before they were quickly hidden by your lips, turning them a slight rosy pink as your companion felt a surge of warmth go through her entire body.

The coffee machine suddenly beeped, signaling the end of its coffee making process but neither of you cared for coffee anymore... You were too drowned out in the pleasure of being next to each other that you didn't listen, all you could hear was your heartbeat as you spoke in a soft whisper...

"Not anymore..."

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[swanmaids]

The girl on the bedroll is small, and silent as she sleeps, and her life has just been torn apart down the middle. Or, more accurately, it has been torn once more, having never been quite whole since the Trees died. Glorfindel looks down at her tiny sleeping form, bundled in so many furs, and winces. 

“Will you take her?” Aredhel, currently stationed to watch over the child, asks him, “I’m not really any good with children. And I want to go to my brother.”

A selfish part of Glorfindel wants to blurt out that he is no good with children either. In Aman, he was the youngest of his family, the longed-for boy after four sisters, and doted upon. He had been, in a sense, an eternal child - when he had followed Ecthelion onto the Ice, he had not known anything about anything. But the Ice is a severe and unforgiving teacher. Now, he can butcher a seal, strip a corpse for anything worth the taking, and rally his friends to press on through the snow. Surely he can learn to care for a sleeping seven year old girl. 

“I’ll take her,” he says, and Aredhel ducks out of the tent almost instantly, towards the anguished wails of her brother across the camp.

He can hardly blame her for it. Glorfindel did not see Turgon’s wife and daughter fall, but he has seen others lose spouses and beloveds to the snarling jaws of the Ice, and it is always a horror. Sometimes, the partner left behind will simply stop walking and refuse to start again. He suspects Idril is being kept away from her father while her aunts and uncles struggle to persuade him against doing the same himself. 

It is unsettling, to see one normally so strong and powerful reduced like this. Turgon faces down all manner of sea-beasts, jumps in to mediate when tempers flare hot among the host, wears the grim stance of a leader as easily as a cloak. He does not falter, he does not break. But now he does. 

Moments later, Idril’s snowdrift-pale eyes snap open. 

Glorfindel flounders. He should not have let Aredhel leave - he does not know what to say to this tiny child.

But Idril, upon waking, simply pushes herself up onto her elbows, and clutches something to her chest, muttering to it. Perhaps it is a gift granted to children, Glorfindel thinks, the brief forgetting of life’s all-too-real horrors. In any case, he has no intention of reminding her. 

It takes a few minutes for Idril to even notice him. When she does, she holds out the bundle she has been mumbling to. 

“Did you want to play with my doll?”

The thing in her hands can just about be called a doll. It is a cloth poppet made up of spare bits of rag too small for any other purpose, stitched together to resemble a figure with limbs and a head. Turgon and Elenwe have - had - many skills, but sewing was apparently not one of them. The doll is leaking stuffing where it is starting to come apart at the seams. 

Through the mending of clothes and of tents as is necessary on the Ice, Glorfindel has learned that he has some skill with a needle. Perhaps there is one small thing that he can do for this girl, after all. 

“She’s a very pretty doll,” he says, “but she looks as though she’s hurting a bit. Would you allow me to try and heal her? You can watch me the whole time.”

Idril looks a little dubious, but she presses the doll into his hands with all the grace of a queen bestowing a gift upon a loyal vassal. She will make a fine lady someday, he thinks, and soon. Childhood ends swiftly on the Ice. Hers is in its dying throes. He only seeks to make them a little more comfortable. 

Glorfindel digs out Aredhel’s little sewing kit and takes the doll apart as carefully as somebody mending a broken bone, Idril’s gaze on him all the time. He unpicks stitching, redistributes stuffing, closes up tears. When he’s finished, he’s rewarded with a little smile. 

Well, nearly finished. Because - 

“She’s bald,” he realises, causing Idril to giggle shyly, “we ought to give her some hair.”

He takes a small knife from his belt and cuts a lock of his own sunflower-bright hair. He makes tiny, delicate stitches, until the doll has a full head of glossy, golden hair. The same colour as his, the same colour as Idril’s, the same colour as her mother’s - 

But before he can curse himself for his mistake, Idril is holding the doll tight to her chest. “Thank you,” she mumbles into the cloth, tears dampening the fabric.

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[snuggerudsz]

PAPER RINGS I LH43

summary: young love, from meeting at a party to realizing they were forever. inspired by "paper rings".

pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader

author's note: this wasn't planned at all, but i couldn't move on from luke's instagram post so i wrote this. likes and reblogs are always welcomed. hope you enjoy!!

The moon is high

Like your friends were the night that we first met

Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet

Now I've read all of the books beside your bed

(Y/N) had never been the party type, but when her friends showed up in her dorm and pretty much dragged the girl out and into one of the infamous hockey team’s parties, there was very little to do other than enjoy herself a bit ー or try, at least.

Novembers in Michigan are always cold, so the young girl was clad in jeans and a sweater, bobbing her head to loud music while looking around, waiting for time to pass as quickly as possible, when she saw him.

(Y/N) was never the type to believe in love at first sight, but when she and Luke Hughes locked eyes the world stopped. All that was left was her and him, staring at each other. There was nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts. The earth stopped spinning and there was only Luke. And from the second she saw him, she knew it would be impossible for her to ever forget his striking eyes and the way they lingered a moment too long on hers. And when he laughed at something one of his friends said ー probably something dumb and stupid, those boys were higher than the moon that night, ーshe knew she was in trouble. 

The girl went home and stalked him on all of his social media accounts, she went down the Hughes’ rabbit hole quickly, reaching his mom’s Facebook page, and looking at pictures of a pre-teen Luke and his older brothers, watching every video available on the internet, learning everything she could about the boy. 

The next time (Y/N) saw Luke it was at another hockey team party. This time, she walked up to him and introduced herself. And, they talked for hours, completely losing track of time. The girl spend the entirety of the night doing everything to make him laugh so she could hear it again. She wished she could have it playing on repeat because God knows it’s better than any song she’s ever heard.

The wine is cold

Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street

Cat and mouse for a month or two or three

Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

It’s late. Luke knows it’s late. But he can’t help and look at her, he’d watch his girl sleep all night long if he could. (Y/N) has her head on his chest, peacefully sleeping. But she can feel his eyes on her and she thinks it is the most beautiful thing in the whole world. The girl sees him through her squinted eyes. 

“I know you’re up,” Luke says, in a somewhat raspy voice because of the lack of use.

The girl opens her eyes, lifting her head and resting her chin on his sternum.

“Hey, sweet girl”, he says, staring lovingly at her sleepy face, “you’re so pretty it should be a crime.” Luke finishes, a huge, goofy smile taking over his face.

“Says you,” (Y/N) scoffs in a joking manner, while a subtle blush consumes her cheeks, “my pretty pretty boy,” she mumbles, “the prettiest of boys,” the girl says, yawning.

Luke softly kisses her forehead, then her cheek. The pair look at each other, staring sheepishly into each other’s eyes. The boy reaches down to tuck a strand of hair behind the girl’s ear and places his hand on the side of her cheek. Luke pulls her close and kisses her slowly, one of his hands cupping her cheek and stroking it with his thumb; his other hand was running through her hair. Both of their heartbeats merged with each other, he can taste forever on her lips and his thoughts race as if this is his last moment, and he’s thinking that he never felt so alive. 

He has kissed before, but it didn’t feel like this.

He has kissed before, but it didn’t burn him alive.

Maybe it lasts a minute, maybe it’s an hour, it might even have lasted a lifetime. All Luke thinks about is the kiss, and her soft skin brushing against his, and even if he didn’t know it until now, he has been waiting for her forever.

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want

#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes fic #nhl x y/n #nhl x reader #nhl x you

[gunnerfc]

🎄WOSO FICMAS: Dec. 19 - Stina Blackstenius🎄

Stina Blackstenius x Reader (Arsenal & USWNT) | WC: 751

Dec. 19 prompt - getting snowed in

-> all translations from google!

-> woso ficmas masterlist can be found here!

You were excited to be spending Christmas in Sweden with Stina and her family, having spent the last Christmas in America with your family. The two of you have spent the past two days packing, wanting to make sure you didn’t forget anything essential or anyone’s presents.

You planned to leave for the airport in the morning, wanting to arrive in Sweden a few days before the holiday to have more time to spend in the country. With packing done and bags by the door ready to go bright and early, you and your blonde girlfriend both exhausted from running around all day decided to go to bed a bit earlier, opting to get as much sleep as possible.

It was around 6:30 am when your alarm went off, signaling it was time for you to get up. With a tired groan, you reached for your phone, trying to turn the annoying alarm off. You smiled down at your sleeping girlfriend, hating to have to wake her up.

You lifted your hand to move a piece of blonde hair from her face, leaning down to give her a quick kiss on her forehead before whispering her name a few times. Your smile grew as you watched her eyes finally flutter open.

“god morgon min älskade (good morning, my love),” you whispered, your voice still heavy with sleep.

“god morgon älskling (good morning, darling),” Stina whispered back, sitting up to give you a quick kiss.

The blonde sat up fully to stretch her arms before getting up to go get ready for your day of travel. You watched her the whole time, You're sure you looked like the human version of the heart eyes emoji. When the bathroom door closed, you picked up your phone to double-check your check-in time at the airport. Instead of a flight confirmation, you were met with a cancelation, the reason saying “weather-related cancelation.”

With wide eyes, you shot up from your bed, moving to look out the window. Pulling back the curtains that kept the light out, you were now looking at the ground heavily coated in snow and it continuously falling from the sky with no sign of stopping.

“Babe!” you shouted, eyes still wide in shock over the amount of snow that had fallen while you were asleep. You had checked the weather the night before, not seeing anything about potential snowfall. The bathroom door flew open, your girlfriend’s eyes just as wide as yours.

“Vad?! (what?!)” Stina’s voice full of concern.

“I don’t think we’re going to Sweden,” you mumbled, eyes still trained on the white-covered yard.

You heard your girlfriend mutter a quiet “what” as she walked to the window, coming face to face with the snow. You held up your phone to show her the cancellation of your flights. These fights were found last minute and with no idea of when the snow would be melting, you doubted you would be spending Christmas in Sweden after all.

As you watched your girlfriend’s eyes scan your phone, you saw her bite her lip in an effort to stop tears from forming in her eyes. You pulled the phone from her hands, tossing it on the bed and pulling the blonde into your arms.

“Jag är ledsen, älskling. (I’m sorry, darling/babe.)” you said softly, knowing how much Stina was looking forward to going home for the holidays with you.

Stina pulled away from your body, giving you a small smile and a whispered “it’s okay.”

The Swede moved to get her phone from where it was plugged up on her nightstand, leaving the bedroom to call her family to let them know about the change of plans. You could hear the sadness in her voice as she spoke over the phone. You might not have been able to go to Sweden for Christmas but you were determined to bring ‘Christmas in Sweden’ to London.

You spent the rest of the day googling different Christmas traditions and even texted your other two Swedish Arsenal teammates to get their opinions. You spent the rest of the days leading up to Christmas making sure that your girlfriend felt at home as much as possible. And when Christmas morning rolled around, you made sure to get up first to video call Stina’s family. It wasn't the same as actually being in Sweden but Stina was grateful for the effort you put in to cheer her up. The two of you could always go next year.

#woso x reader #woso #awfc x reader #swewnt x reader #stina blackstenius x reader #stina blackstenius

[whore-era]

a/n: 'reader experiencing ptsd symptoms and not knowing what they are or what they're going through until ellie finds them mid panic after something triggers them. soft and comforting ellie my beloved <;3' this drabble is for this anon. this anon also put in my inbox a lil bit more detail of this request — including their own ptsd episode they experienced, which i didn't feel comfortable posting to the public for ppl to see. so this one is dedicated u to anon! & anyone else who is experiencing something similar, i hope this drabble gives u a lil bit of comfort <3

ellie x fem!reader: comforting you during a PTSD episode

tw: ptsd, ptsd-related symptoms, mentions of violence (guns/gunshots)

ringing.

all you could hear was ringing in your ears. then, you froze.

you completely forgot where you were, what you were doing, who you were with — until you heard it. the gunshot.

one, singular gunshot brought back a memory you tried your hardest to forget, the memory of the night you tried to run from scars — the seraphites.

you usually never went with ellie on patrol, for this very reason. the sounds of guns petrified you, and it wasn't something you were ready to explain to your girlfriend just yet.

but jesse and ellie were going out, and you wanted so badly to look for pumpkin seeds, which were hard to come by in jackson. so, you thought you'd tag along with them, thinking you'd be okay knowing they usually dealt with the infected with knives anyways.

somehow, jesse's knife got lost, and he had to use his shotgun to take down two of the infected.

the ringing in your ears never stopped and you were glued to the ground, your breathing slowing down.

"babe! babe!" a hand waved in your face, and you were snapped out of your lost thought. jesse and ellie were in front of you, their brows furrowed in worry.

"you're trembling, baby," ellie holds onto your arms, "are you okay?"

nothing came out. your mouth unable to speak.

"i think we should cut patrol short. get her back into town." jesse murmurs to ellie. ellie nods, putting an arm around you and leading you to shimmer, helping you get on.

ellie gets on behind you, wrapping her arms around you as she holds onto shimmer's leads.

she couldn't help but notice the way you quivered the entire ride back to town, or how clammy your skin became.

it wasn't long 'til you all made it back. you could hear the bustling and voices chatting, wondering why the patrol ended so early or why you looked like you'd just seen a ghost. jesse was generous enough to explain things to others, coming up with something quick and believable to get them off your back.

ellie helped you off the horse, letting one of the stable-boys take shimmer. her arms were wrapped tightly around you as she walked with you the whole way back home, kissing your hair and murmuring sweet nothings in your ear.

"i'm here, sweet girl. i'm not goin' anywhere," she whispers, "you're okay. i got you."

her words couldn't register in your mind, as you were too distracted by the memories that would play on and off in your brain. it was like you were back there all over again, fearing for your life.

ellie unlocked the front door of the house, gently pushing you inside with her hand on the small of your back. leading you towards your shared bedroom, she sits you on the bed.

everything else went by like a blur. all you could remember was ellie helping you take your clothes off, putting you in a sleep shirt, and helping you sip a little bit of water — then everything faded to darkness.

you were running. running away from the hooded beings — the scars. you could hear them yelling. you heard their feet following behind you. you hid behind a tree and crouched down, clamping a hand over your mouth to muffle your heavy breathing. one of the seraphites come out from the side, pointing a gun at you and putting their finger on the tri—

"no! no! no!" you shoot up, waking up from your sleep, covered in sweat and shaking in fear with tears streaming down your face.

a hand touches your shoulder, startling you, "please! let me go! let me go! i don't want to di-"

ellie grabs your face, forcing you to look at her. "baby! look at me! it's just me," she brings you back down to earth. "i'm here. no one else. just me and you."

you focus on everything around you. ellie's face. her green eyes. her freckles. the darkness outside the windows. the clock reading 4:37AM. the duvet sprawled out on the bed. the polaroids of you and ellie scattered on the wall.

you were in jackson. in your home. with ellie. no one else.

you burst into tears, sobbing into ellie's neck. you were terrified. you thought you were back there, and that you never escaped. it felt so real to you. everything came back so clearly.

"it's okay, baby. i'm here." she coos, "you're safe."

you're safe. you were safe. you weren't there anymore. you were here. with ellie. and ellie was going to do everything in her power to make sure you were okay.

"i-i.." you stutter, "i thought i-i was b-being h-hunted, t-that they f-found—" a tear rolls down your cheek, "—i-i thought they found me."

"you don't have to-" you interrupt ellie.

"no," you sniffle, "i have to get it off my chest. i'm safe now." she nods, allowing you to continue.

"i was just out patrolling one day, for the small group i was with. we needed food. and then i found them, the scars. i saw them just— doing these horrible things to people," you whisper, "and the next thing i knew, they saw me. they chased me and were hunting me down. luckily, i got away. but i could never forget about the way the bullets almost got me." a few tears cascaded down your face, ellie taking the liberty of wiping them away.

"i am so, so sorry, baby." ellie's heart squeezed in her chest, wishing she could've protected you then, knowing she'd fucking kill every last person who touched even lay a finger on your hair. her hand went to cup your face, wiping away the tears with her thumb as you nuzzled into her hand.

"i wish i can make you forget— forget that you ever went through that, even if it meant i'd have to remember it instead," ellie murmured, "but i can't."

ellie brings you closer to her, "all i can do right now is protect you. i promise i will make sure you're safe. put it on my life."

she leans in, her forehead resting against yours, "you'll never have to be scared again, i promise you that, sweet girl." her lips press onto yours, before pulling away again.

you nod, for the first time in awhile, trusting that you'll be okay, knowing that ellie is with you and that you'll never have to be alone.

"okay, els," you hum, "but i don't think i can go back to sleep again. i'm just scared i'm gonna have another nightmare and i don't think i can ha-" she cuts you off.

"okay, pretty girl. we'll stay up 'til the sun comes up and i'll tell jesse that you and i are gonna stay in tomorrow, yeah?" ellie kisses your forehead, "i'm not gonna leave you alone. i'll be here with you. i promise."

#ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie williams tlou #the last of us #the last of us ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams angst #ellie x reader hc

[sixofpomegranates]

☠︎ 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 ☠︎ — 𝙴. 𝙼.

Request: Could we maybe have an entire oneshot around the reader being on her period with Eddie being the sweetheart he is? He’s such a golden retriever! In the one shot maybe the reader could be more on the shy side (idk why but I love the Shy!readerXExtroverted!Character trope) and she’s on it but doesn’t want to say anything because (idk why you can pick the reason) but Eddie kinda has to dig it out of her. Thank youuuu!!!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Shy!Fem!Reader !Body, Ethnicity & Skin color Neutral!

A/N: Insert your favorite fix-it fic for S4 here. I have extreme period pains so I dedicate this to every person with a uterus that struggles with it as well. May this give you a little bit of comfort.

CW: Fluff, Comfort | No use of [y/n] | Mentions of Uninvolved/Neglectful father (Reader), Painkiller use, Extreme Period Pain (blood, acne, pain, insecurity, vomiting — the whole nine yards), Consumption of Food, Nicknames, Eddie being supportive, Jason has a tiny dick (I will not elaborate.)

Resting my head against my cold locker door, I take a couple of deep breaths. I feel dizzy, sick to my stomach, and am in pain.

My period decided on a surprise visit last night, and yes, it is actually worse when you don't expect the pain to hit you like a van and wake up pained and in a puddle of your own blood.

Rest in peace, my cute cream-colored sweats.

I just wanna crawl into bed and sleep, but like my father said: "You can stay at home once you actually have something."

He doesn't like talking or caring about "girl problems"; never has. Therefore, I'm in school, and my uterus feels like it's being punctured with needles. I could really use a hug right now, but I feel that if I'd receive one, I'd break down into tears.

Only a couple of hours. Math, Chemistry, English, History... I can do it. I feel sick to my stomach, but I can handle it.

"Hey, Sweetheart."

I quickly look to my side. Eddie stands there – no, leans there – his head resting against Robin's locker while he grins at me. I try not to look too flustered by the nickname he just doesn't stop using for me.

"Hi, Eddie," I answer, forcing myself to grin while grabbing my math books.

Eddie was in the Upside Down with us, was shortly accused of being a cult leader, and kind of became a part of our friend group since Hawkins's "earthquake".

"You okay?" he asks.

I quickly nod. I will most definitely not tell him about my cramps. That would be too much information, and like my dad says: "Men don't care for your girly pains. It's grossing them out."

I already struggle enough with my stuttering and attempts to get comfortable around Eddie. I was never good at making friends; it just takes me ages to act like a real human being, not an alien.

I don't want him to think of me as gross... I really, really like him, which isn't coming from nothing! He's so pretty, and nice, and loud... He's way more extroverted than I'll ever be.

"You sure?" he asks again, raising his brows. "Noticed Harrington didn't drive you today. He always drives you and Robin."

'Yeah, I had to take the bus because I spent too much time crying and beginning my dad to let me stay at home,' I want to say. Instead, I say, "Yeah, overslept."

Scratching the back of his head, Eddie grins, "Oh, okay. It just had me worried you wouldn't come today...."

Feeling heat rising to my face and forgetting that I'm in excruciating pain for a solid minute, I smile back at him. "Well, I'm here," I announce awkwardly, making him chuckle.

"Yeah, you are." He looks at the books in my hand, quickly grabbing them from my grasp. "Let me carry them for you," he says cooly. "You have math with Brown, right?"

I quickly close my locker and walk after him. "Yeah. Thanks," I almost whisper.

He is definitely unaware of how boyfriend-y it is to carry a girl's books. I've never seen guys do it unless it's for their girlfriends. I never had a boy carry my books, especially not one that has me falling for him every time he looks at me, so I guess I'm not complaining.

In front of my class, he hands me my books back. "Well, here we are. I'll be seeing you at lunch?"

I nod. "Yeah. Thank you, Eddie."

He winks at me. "No problem, Sweetheart."

Then he walks away, and I feel like grinning like crazy and kicking my feet – of course, I don't do it, but I definitely feel like doing it.

I quickly walk inside and sit down beside Robin.

"Wow, you're all giggly," she notes, looking at me.

"Eddie carried my books for me," I tell her, flinching as my left breast touches the desk, and it feels like my nipple is about to fall off.

Happiness over; I'm in pain again.

Ironic how god decided that bleeding out of your vagina and having that hurt like shit just isn't enough. Breakouts, nipples hurt, I feel like throwing up, my back hurts, I constantly fear bleeding through my clothes without noticing, the emotional rollercoaster I didn't ask to be on, tension headaches... and when life really hates you, you also have diarrhea and flatulence. Being a woman can suck so badly.

But as Dad says: "This isn't a real pain. You're just being a crybaby. Millions of women go through that all the time, and none of them cries around as you do."

Robin cocks her head. "Are you okay? Steve said you called him, saying you wouldn't come today."

I nod, whispering, "Period."

She lets out a small "Oh."

Before we can talk more, Mr. Brown comes in and tortures us with mathematical equations.

*****

The hours pass, the classes change, and I start to feel worse and worse.

Shortly before my History test, I finally break. The pain is too much to walk, and it's making me so sick. I rush to the girls' bathroom and throw up – or better say, dry heave since I haven't eaten all day.

I quietly ugly cry, ruining my perfect mask of make-up, and just sit there, pulling my knees to my chest. I'll just stay here until my classes are over.

After thirty minutes, there's a knock on my stall's door.

"Occupied," I whimper.

On the other side, a very familiar chuckle chimes. "No shit, Sweetheart."

"Eddie?" I ask, shocked. "W-What are you doing here? This is the girls' room. You could get in trouble."

"I was looking for you," he says, and an already broken-in box of tampons and a candy bar get shoved through the small gap between the toilette stall's door and the floor. "Robin was worried, but you know she sucks at history, so she had to go take the test. I was checking all the girls' rooms for you."

A mortified squeak escapes me. "Why- Where..." I stammer, looking at the box of tampons.

"They're super useful when a jock's punching you in the face, and your nose doesn't stop bleeding."

A small giggle escapes me at the thought of Eddie with tampons shoved up his nose.

"Is it bad?" the metalhead asks as I hear him sit down on the floor and lean against my door.

"Very," I admit, wiping away my tears.

"Why didn't you stay at home, sweet girl?" Eddie asks, cackling. "Couldn't you go even one day without seeing me?"

I chuckle weakly. "My dad doesn't let me stay at home for something so small...."

He sighs. "I mean, I know school's important and shit... but it's not like you're learning much when trying not to pass out from the pain."

"I'm okay," I assure him, but he sees right through me.

"You're not one to play hooky, especially not when you have a test."

"I- I just needed a break," I lie, biting the inside of my cheeks as I note that I actually also desperately need to pee. "I'm better now. I'll be out and back in class in a few. You don't have to stay."

"I don't mind waiting till you're better."

Okay, he's so nice, but he'll kill me here. Intricate social interactions and talking about embarrassing things just both don't work for me.

"Eddie, I- I- I-" I stammer.

He chuckles, softly mocking me, "You. You. You. What is it, Sweetheart?"

"I need to pee," I tell him quickly, glad I can't see his face.

"Well, thankfully, we're in the bathroom," he jokes.

"I- I can't go when you're in here."

"What about the whole 'Girls always go to the bathroom together'?"

"You're not a girl, though. That- That's a completely different situation."

"Yeah, this is sexist," he complains, appalled, but silly giggles come through. "I am a feminist, and I demand to be treated equally. Now pee."

"Eddie," I exclaim. "I- It's just the two of us in here, and I'll die of embarrassment if you hear me pee."

"Wait," he says, confused. "Girls actually worry about shit like that?"

"Yes, it's embarrassing," I tell him. "Now, please, Eddie. If I'm gonna pee myself, I will flunk myself off the school's roof."

I hear him get up and turn on the faucets of every sink in the bathroom.

"Here you go. Middle ground," he announces.

"Why in the world are you so stubborn about this?" I ask, getting up and opening the button of my jeans.

"If I go outside, I risk getting caught skipping biology."

"Y-You're skipping class right now?" I ask over the loud sounds of water, sitting down on the toilet.

"Yeah. I was worried after Robin ran around like a headless chicken looking for you."

I laugh quietly, feeling my face heat up. He was worried about me.

Changing my tampon and looking at my pulled-down panties, I start cursing, although I rarely have the urge to do so. "Fuck. Shit. God-fucking-dammit."

"Oh, big girl words," Eddie chuckles. "You okay in there?"

"No. No, not at all," I hiss back at him, desperately trying to soak up some of the blood that drenches my panties and has already created a stain in my jeans.

Tears are already running down my cheeks again. This is a nightmare. I can't go out like that.

"Sweetheart," Eddie says sternly, knocking against the stall's door. "Talk to me. What's up?"

"Y-You have to promise not to laugh," I sob.

"Hey, baby, why are you crying?" he quickly asks.

"I- I bled through my panties and pants."

He is quiet for a second, letting embarrassment eat me alive. Then he asks, "Okay, uhm... Just cause, like, I'm completely out of my comfort zone here: What are we gonna do about that?"

"I don't know," I cry, sobbing louder than before.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey," Eddie coos from the other side. "Please don't cry. It's not that bad. I- Uhm, do you have your PE stuff in your locker?"

I shake my head, although I know he can't see it. "No. I took it home with me after class yesterday."

I see him walking up and down the bathroom through the gap between my stall's door and the floor.

"Okay. Okay, Sweetheart? I have an idea," he says suddenly. "Just- Just stay here, kay?"

"Where the fuck am I supposed to go looking like I sat in a crime scene, Eddie?" I ask, laughing through my sobs.

He chuckles. "Yeah, right. Sorry. I'll be right back."

I hear him leave, white sneakers squeaking on the linoleum floors of our school. He returns just as loudly, the chain on his belt and his quick steps announcing him before he's even in the girls' bathroom.

"Here," he announces, shoving a black duffle bag with patches and buttons on it through the toilette stall's gap.

I open it and am met with his PE clothes: a washed-out Black Sabbath shirt and oversized, black sweatpants. Next to them, there's a plastic bag with training shoes.

"They are- I don't go to PE a lot," he tells me quickly. "Not a big fan of getting beaten up because I can't help but laugh at Jason's ridiculously small dick."

After giving them a – just in case – sniff test, I clean myself as good as humanly possible and put on his sweatpants. Taking his shoes out of the plastic bag and just putting them into the duffle bag, I put my jeans and panties into the plastic one.

I come out of the stall, Eddie sitting on the sink counters.

"Hey, sweet girl. Looking good," he tells me gently, jumping off the counter, grabbing some paper towels, and wetting them in the sink.

I am still sobbing a little. Even more, now that I see my ruined make-up. I'm not looking good. I look like a panda. Taking my cheeks into his hands, Eddie begins cleaning up the dark mascara lines running down my face.

"Want me to take you home?" he asks while throwing away the paper towel.

I shake my head. "Dad would kill me."

Eddie sighs. "That man makes it very hard for me not to hate him," he says, clenching his jaw. I sob in an agreeing manner, and he wraps his arms around me, giving me a warm, firm hug... and like I've known all day, I start crying even more.

I wrap my arms around Eddie's waist and bury my now makeup-less face in his chest. We've never hugged before. I am usually not that touchy with people I don't know for that long. But hell, I will definitely not let go of Eddie now.

He started it, and I don't think he's aware of what he just did to himself.

As he presses a kiss on top of my head, my knees buckle.

He could at least try not to be so dreamy! It's not like my introverted self will ever have the guts to make a move on him.

"I'm gonna take you home, okay? Let you take a shower and have a nap."

I look up at Eddie. "I can't go home. My dad will lose it."

He cups my face in his ringed hands, bringing it close to his. "Daddy Dearest won't find out. I'll take you home to my place. That's okay with you, yeah, Sweetheart?"

I nod, enchanted by his soft words. Nobody ever spoke to me this gently before. He smiles and presses a kiss on my forehead. Taking my hand and his duffle bag, he leads me out of the girls' bathroom and to his van.

*****

As we arrive at the Munson trailer, I feel like shit once more. Sure, I stopped crying, but now I am in excruciating pain again. I can't even decide what hurts more: Uterus, back, or nipples?

At the door, Eddie signs to me to be quiet, reminding me that his uncle sleeps in the living room. I nod, not wanting to get caught skipping school.

In his bedroom, Eddie grabs a big, soft sweatshirt and a new pair of sweats for me.

"All right, give me the bag," he tells me, and I instinctively clutch it to my chest, shaking my head.

"Sweetheart, I'm just gonna put it in the wash."

I shake my head again. "No thanks. Can't get the stains out anyway."

He shrugs. "Hey, worst case, we'll dye your little panties and jeans black."

"You know how to do that?"

"Sure. I have like seven shirts that used to be a different color. Everything that's not black is, for some reason, magically attracting stains. Some weird witchcraft shit."

I giggle and almost hand him the bag. But then logic hits me again. "They're full of blood."

Titling his head and squinting at me, Eddie says, "That's why I want to wash them?"

"It's gross," I say.

His face doesn't change. "I feel like we're talking past each other."

At this point, I can't even look at Eddie anymore. This is so humiliating. I try not to start crying again, but the embarrassment makes it very hard for me.

"Why don't you just tell me what got you all worried?"

I nod, biting the inside of my cheek. "My dad says that periods are gross and men don't like to have anything to do with them. I don't want you to think I'm gross and stop talking to me. That would suck really, really bad."

I finally dare to look at him again, watching his face slowly contort into a big, Cheshire-cat-like smile.

"Shit," Eddie chuckles. "You're so cute."

"What?"

"Listen, yes, it's gross – kinda – like, who likes blood? As metal as it is, it's gross. Right? Nosebleed? Blood on your shirt getting all cold and crusty? Fucking awful. Like, ew. But it's not like you chose to be in pain and bleeding. It's natural – Way more natural, by the way, than having a nosebleed because you laughed at Jason Carver's small dick, and he punched you in the face."

Looking at Eddie's cheeky grin, I say, "You're telling that story so often, I can't tell anymore if it's a bit or it actually happened."

"What I wanted to say is, it's gross – like most natural things. Our bodies are pretty gross when you think about it. You didn't choose to go through this, it's painful for you, and I like you, so helping you wherever I can is the least I can do. I'm also pretty tough, can handle seeing some blood. So fuck the drama and just let me wash it, kay? No need for embarrassment."

I hesitantly hand him the plastic bag, and he wraps an arm around me again. "Just so you know, I also think your dad is a fucking asshat. Who talks to their child like that? I bet he never played princess with you, either."

I shake my head. "Not even tea party."

He presses a kiss to my hairline, then removes himself, looking down at me. "It's okay when I do stuff like that, right? I- Just tell me when you don't want me to touch you. I should've asked in the first place. Sorry."

I take a step towards him again. "I'm okay with it."

"You sure?"

I nod, face so hot I feel like melting. "I like it... a lot, actually."

Eddie's cold rings burn on my warm cheek as he gently strokes over it with his knuckles. For a second, it feels like I can't breathe, but I don't fear my breathlessness.

He grins at me, this stupid, boyish grin that causes butterflies in my stomach. "Now go take a shower, and I'll see what I can do about those stains."

He brings me to the small bathroom, then goes the extra steps to the washing machine. I know he said not to be ashamed, but I still cringe as I hear him take out my clothes from the plastic bag.

A deep sigh of relief escapes me as I take off my bra. There simply is no better feeling. I take a quick shower, wash my body and face, and then dress in the clothes Eddie handed me.

I'm still in pain, but I feel pretty comfortable in these soft and baggy clothes. Forcing myself to pull myself together, wearing make-up like a false mask, dressed to impress... I hadn't realized how much it contributed to my discomfort.

I sneak back into Eddie's bedroom. Him following directly after me.

"Here," he whispers over my shoulder, handing me two pills and a glass of water. "Painkillers. Uncle Wayne swears by them when he gets his migraines."

I nod, taking them quickly, drinking half the glass. "Thank you."

He waves me off, pointing at the bed. "Get comfortable, Sweetheart. I'm gonna get you the heating pad."

I get into his bed, glad to see he seems to have recently changed his sheets. I know I am too emotional at this point, but I find myself close to tears as I cuddle myself into the bunch of eclectically mismatched pillows and cover myself with the soft blanket.

Eddie returns, smiling at me gently and sitting down beside me. As he lifts the blanket, he asks, "Back or stomach?"

"Back, please," I mumble.

He nods, placing the heating pad carefully against my body. "No more crying, please," he begs softly, brushing a hand over my head. "The pills' gonna work very soon, promise. It'll get better."

He gets up again, closing his bedroom door. I watch Eddie step out of his sneakers and take off his jacket and vest. With a black hair tie that was previously around his wrist, he makes himself a messy, low man-bun.

"That looks good," I mumble, feeling the painkillers starting to work and, combined with the warmth from the pad, lull me to sleep.

"You think?" he grins.

Nodding, I say before I can stop myself, "You always look good, though."

We look at each other, and I quickly add, "I'm sorry."

Eddie chuckles and grabs a book from one of his cluttered dressers. "You're so cute. Never thought I'd be into a quiet, shy girl... but here we are."

He lays down on the bed, back propped up against the headboard. His words sink in, and I ask, "You're into me?"

He snorts, "Oh no, you're also not good at picking up social clues."

I prop myself up on my elbow. "I- I- I just didn't think you'd-"

Eddie interrupts me laughing, "I was so obvious about my intentions."

"You weren't!" I insist.

This did not fly past my head. No, I would've noticed that Eddie likes me.

Sitting up, he starts to count down things I hadn't counted together at all. "I only call the two most precious things in my life Sweetheart, you and my guitar. Whenever we have classes together, I am so early it starts to seriously hurt my image. I hate when you're not in school because that means I don't get to see you...

"I run after you like a fucking puppy, bring you candy, gifted you that cool rock I found two weeks ago, taught you to play D&D so you have reason to spend more time with me, and I carry your books. I- I gave you a million signs."

The more he talks, the more nervous he gets. Insecure, thinking I didn't see him and his actions as somebody courting me because I didn't want to see.

"I thought I'm not enough- That I'm too... I- I'm so introverted, need a long time to get used to people... This is the first time we're completely alone together," I stammer.

"Because I wanted you to be comfortable around me. I didn't want to push too hard and risk driving you away."

I'd thought Eddie would've forced being alone with me more would he'd been interested... as he didn't, I just assumed he wasn't. And I was never going to have the guts and make a move on him.

Oh, now this makes a lot of sense.

"Oh," I breathe.

"Oh?" he echoes.

I start giggling.

"I have no idea what's going on now," Eddie admits.

"I-" I collect myself, clearing my throat. "I should've picked up on that. I- I just thought you were being nice."

He nods. "Well, yeah? If somebody wants to be your boyfriend, he'll better be fucking nice to you."

Overwhelmed, utterly flustered, I hide my stupid grin behind my hands. "I- Thank you."

"Thank you?" he asks. "For liking you?"

I nod, letting myself fall into the pillows and hiding my face some more.

Eddie follows me and pries my hands from my face, one arm above my head, the other wrapped around me. He just stared into my face, a gentle, happy expression on his face so close to mine.

"You're so perfect," he whispers. "I don't think you have any idea of how down bad I am for you."

"Ditto," I answer quickly before the bravery to do so leaves me.

"Ditto?" he laughs. "Really? That's what you give me after I laid my heart out for you?"

I nod, unable to hide my embarrassed face behind my hands because he grabs them every time I try.

"No hiding from me, Sweetheart," he tells me. "I want to see your everything. Don't care if you think it's good or bad. I'll love it anyway, promise."

I nod again. His words mean so much. I want to tell him something back that mirrors at least half of our shared feelings, but my words die on my tongue.

"Lost for words?" he teases softly.

I want to nod once more, but instead, I bite the bullet and close the distance between us, pressing my lips on his. I feel him tense up in surprise, but within the blink of an eye, he melts into the kiss.

As we pull apart, he chuckles, "Better said than I ever could."

"That was nice," I mumble.

He nods, "Uh-huh."

This time he kisses me, his hand smoothly moving under the blanket and checking if the heating pad is still warm enough.

Breaking the kiss, Eddie rests against the headboard again, pulling me closer so I can rest my head on his chest. "Now take your nap, sweet girl," he tells me, opening his book and starting to read The Hobbit to me.

It only takes moments, and I am out cold. I seem to have needed sleep badly. I only wake up twice, once when Eddie places the freshly heated-up pad against my back and the second time as he puts cozy, woolly socks onto my cold, naked feet.

I wake up when the sun is already down. The bedside table's lamp is turned on, so I won't find myself alone in the dark, and Eddie is gone.

I get out, hearing some slasher on the tv and the stove being used. Eddie's uncle seems to have already left for work. I first go to the bathroom, relieved I didn't create another crime scene between my legs, then I walk into the kitchen.

"Hi," I say to announce myself.

Eddie spins around and smiles at me. "Hey, Sweetheart. Did you sleep well?"

I nod, making him wrap an arm around my waist and pull me close. "I was about to wake you up soon. Just wanted to make dinner first."

I look at the stove with two pots on it. In one is a big portion of macaroni and cheese, on the other is a lid. Nosily, I open it, looking at a black, simmering soup with clothes in it.

Pressing a kiss to my temple, Eddie laughs. He takes the lid from my hand and puts it back onto the mysterious pot. "I told you I'd try dying your clothes first before throwing them out."

"Oh," I reply, giggling. "Was getting worried about your cooking abilities."

"Hey, hey. I may not be able to cook anything fancy, but I am a master at turning canned food into something resembling homemade meals," he tells me. Then he leans closer and whispers, "The secret is using spices and shredded cheese."

"Thank you for letting me in on this secret," I whisper back. Quickly taking the painkiller Eddie hands me with a glass of water.

He nods. "Not keeping any secrets from my girl."

"So, I'm you girl now?" I ask, putting my glass away and watching Eddie take out two bowls and fill them with cheesy noodles.

"You're okay with that, right?" he asks back.

I nod. "More than okay. Like it a lot."

"Perfect," he says, handing me my bowl. "Careful, it's hot."

We sit down on the couch, and he rewinds the movie for me.

While shoving a big spoon of food into his mouth, he asks, "Do you wanna stay the night?"

"Would that be okay?"

He nods. "More than that. Makes it easier to take care of you."

"You don't have to," I tell him, but he shrugs.

"Boyfriend-duty. But so that you know, there'll come the day when I suffer from the flu, and I then expect you to care for me as well."

"For good and for bad, huh?" I ask, realizing I don't need to be embarrassed, secretive, and careful around Eddie. It provides me with a comfort I don't think I ever knew.

"Definitely," he assures me. "Although, I'm not going to marry you just yet. Not that I'm not down for that and being spontaneous, but Uncle Wayne would kill me if I'd get married before I graduate or have a job."

"That's okay," I say, smiling at all the faces he pulls when telling things. "I think I'll like being your girlfriend a lot."

"Hope so," Eddie says. "I like it already. Did you know that you're snoring?"

I look at him with wide eyes. "I do?" I ask, shocked.

He laughs. "Only very, very quiet. But it's so cute."

"That's so embarrassing," I exclaim.

"No, don't be. You were so adorable." He begins mocking my snores, and I hit his arm. "Ouch. Seriously, none of you people can handle even the tiniest bit of teasing without becoming violent!"

I apparently didn't hit him hard enough since he starts mocking my snoring once more.

As I lift my fist to hit him again, he stops me, "Uh-uh. Don't pull a Jason Carver just because you can't handle the jokes."

I lower my arm, surprised. "So, that story is true? He punched you for laughing at his little... you know?"

"His tiny dick? Yeah. Not lying to my girl."

I take another bite from my macaroni and cheese and say, "I wanna hear that story. Like, completely, not just snippets of it."

Eddie nods, a mischievous grin on his face. "Sure, but be warned, the story's very short," he jokes, lifting his pinky.

"No way," I giggle.

He nods. "Yeah. Had the same reaction. But let me set the scene first," Eddie puts his bowl down so he can gesture with his hands. "So, there I was. For some masochistic reason, I decided to go to my PE class. It – actually – wasn't all that bad, and I found out that basketball isn't all that bad either. It's the way society elevates it and its players that is the problem.

"After participating for two hours, I was done being part of society again and really needed a shower. Normally I would just wait till I'm home because... group showers. Don't need jocks staring at my tats or dick. BUT this time, I accidentally did the staring and caught a glimpse of this teeny tiny...."

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[kanaesparadise]

Valorant Agents Reactions to You Making Them a Flower Crown

Characters: Chamber, Cypher, Yoru, Omen, Neon, Jett, Killjoy

Type/Genre: Headcanons/Fluff

Warnings: None

Pronounce: There's no pronouns, everybody can read!

Chamber

Chamber doesn't have much time to enjoy nature or activities like that, so I think he would be happy if you made him a flower crown.

He looks at what you are doing while you are making a flower crown for him, but does not comment. He thinks you're going to give it to Jett or someone else.

If you leave a flower crown on his head while he is working, he will not react at first and prefer to look at you sideways.

After a while he takes the crown from his head and stares for a while because he didn't know what you put on his head.

"I didn't know you were doing this for me."

Even though he didn't show his reaction to you much, he would find it quite sweet on the inside.

"Merci chérie. J'aime bien."

I'm sorry if you don't speak french but he will only say in french that he likes the crown you made.

He does not hesitate to go to the others with a flower crown on his head. He even teases Yoru for not having someone to make a flower crown for him.

"Unfortunately, you have no one to give you such things, Yoru."

Cypher

As much as Cypher loves to work, he can finish a few important tasks ahead of time so he can spend time with you.

When he sees that you have made a flower crown, he will sit next to you and begin to do it with you.

He's pretty good at doing this!

He finds every gift you make yourself very precious so he can wear the flower crown you put on his hat all day, provided you wear the crown he made.

Congratulations, you now have a matching accessory with him!

"You look pretty cute, darling. If you wear the crown all day, I won't take off mine too."

Omen

Omen usually does not approach the plants so as not to harm them unintentionally.

He still loved to watch you make a flower crown. But he didn't think you would give it to him.

If you can convince him that he won't harm the flowers, he will do it with you!

Since he knows how to knit, he can easily learn how to make a flower crown.

If you give him a flower crown that you made yourself and ask him to wear it on his head, he will be quite happy.

Still, he finds it surprising that you're giving him such a lively gift, as he sees himself as a terrifying creature.

"I didn't expect you to give me such a beautiful gift, thank you. Of course I can wear this."

He would be too happy to care what others think of him.

He is very careful not to damage the crown and constantly checks it.

Please give him more gifts like this, because no one else does.

Yoru

Yoru will make fun of you at first, just as he makes fun of Skye.

"Why do you keep playing with those bits of grass?"

Still, deep down he would wonder what you were trying to do and would watch you.

When you tried to make a crown of colorful flowers and put it on his head, he would try to run away from you, as if disgusted.

"Are you really going to put that grass in my hair and mess it up?"

If you try to leave him disappointed or angry, he will stop you from leaving and agree to take the crown.

Even though he didn't want to go to the others, he would spend the whole day with that crown on his head, so as not to upset you.

"Don't try to say a word about it, Phoenix, or I'll kill you."

Killjoy

Killjoy is surrounded by mechanical devices and technological gadgets all day, so she almost forgets what nature or flowers look like.

She'll probably notice you too late while you're busy making a flower crown.

When she finally decided to take a break, she saw you tying a few flowers together, but because you were so focused, she would quietly walk away so as not to be distract you.

She probably fell asleep somewhere while you were making the crown, so if you leave the flower crown on her desk while she sleeps, she can take it from there.

When she wakes up at a random time and sees the flower crown you made, it wouldn't be too hard for her to realize that you made it.

She would spend the day taking off her hat and carrying the flower crown you made on her head for that day.

She would be quite happy looking at herself in the mirror wearing the crown you made.

She would stop you at the first place she saw you, thank you and ask if it suits her.

"Hey hey (Y/N)! I didn't know you could make something so beautiful out of those flowers, especially I didn't expect you to give it to me. Thank you! By the way… does it look good on me?"

Neon

Neon didn't know who will you give that crown but when she saw that you made a crown out of flowers, the idea of ​​making a crown for you sounds good to her.

However, she didn't know how, so she had to ask Skye for help.

After a few tries, she and Skye somehow managed to make you a flower crown.

Due to her shyness, she will come to you quickly, trying not to be seen by others.

When she came to you with a flower crown in her hand, she was frozen for a while as both of you were faced with flower crowns in your hands, but she was finally able to hand you the crown.

"I... I thought it would look good on you. It's okay if you don't want to wear it."

The shy smile on her face when you took the crown she gave and put it on your head would be worth seeing.

Also, if you put the crown in your hand on her head, she will be very emotional.

"If you did it for someone else, you don't have to give it to me!"

As hard as it may be to convince you that you made the crown for her, once she is convinced she will overwhelm you with her love.

"You're the sweetest and most considerate person I've ever seen. No I'm not exaggerating, what about other people to me? After all, they're not considerate of me."

Jett

As soon as she saw you making a flower crown, she would drop everything and come to your side.

"Hey! Can I make one for you?"

Although she says this she doesn't know how to do a flower crown so you will have to teach her.

Although she tries to do what you say, she is not very good at handicrafts, so do not be surprised if she can't.

Still, by doing the best she could, she would have succeeded in giving you a flower crown.

She will be quite embarrassed if you give her a flower crown that you made yourself. She also leaves her hair free for that day only.

"The crown you made definitely looks better than the one I made."

Normally, Jett is the last person to say such a sentence. So if Jett said something like that, she probably thought you wouldn't like the crown she made.

PLEASE DON'T LET HER FEEL LIKE THIS BECAUSE SHE'S GOING INTO A VERY DEPRESSIVE MOOD! SHE'S NOT A JETT ANYMORE SHE'S A DEPRESSED YOUNG GIRL!

If you can convince her that you really like the crown she made, she will go back to normal pretty quickly.

"Hah, I already knew you liked it. After all, you can pretty much understand what's good, that's why we're together anyway!"

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[authorforrosie]

Dating Lily from Nmixx would include:

•Lily first met you on a train through Australia. When she sat on her seat reading an very interesting book. She swore she fell in love with you at first sight when you asked her if you could sit down on the empty seat next at her. You both met a few times on trains before you gave her your number.

•You actually didn't recognized Lily when you first met her in 2022. until she told you about being a member of Nmixx.

•Lily felt her cheeks flushing red in a blush whenever her bandmates, family and friends notice how much in love she is with you. They would tease her in a cute way until she would go in your arms pouting and whining about how people tease her.

•You giggled when Lily's band members point at you after spotting you at their concerts. They would make hearts with their fingers or hands until your cheeks flushed red from blushing too much.

•Lily loved fluffy summer mornings when she can sleep in and wake up with you a little bit later. Lily would kiss you everywhere until you open one eye and grins. She loved how raspy deep your morning voice is. You would often pull her closer until she laid with her head on your chest. You always play with her hair and kiss her cheeks until her cheeks flush red in a blush.

•You get along really well with her family who already called you daughter and sister in law. They definitely want you both to get married in the future since you both share a deep love for each other.

•Lily never forgets to show you how much she loves you. She would buy you presents, shower you in kisses, hug you often from behind, taking you on dates.

•You sometimes when you can go at her studio to watch her practice singing or songwriting. Often she would steal kisses from you while skipping steps happily to re-record song lyrics. When you visit her dance practice she never hesitate to kiss your forehead or hug you. Sometimes she would stay longer with you to dance together in front of the mirror.

•Lily picks you up from work when you have to stay longer or get sick. When you are sick she picks you up with a fluffy blanket and a bottle of fresh made healthy tea on the backseat. When you have at stay long at work she picks you up with your favorite snacks and food waiting at home.

•You stay with Lily on tour to support her as her girlfriend. When she gets nervous you never hesitate to kiss her worries always or holds her hand while she starts ranting about everything.

•Lily already knew how much the fans ship you both together. National and international. They makes cute edits of you both. Always show cute pictures they photographed of you both.

•You saw how emotional she gets every time when Australian fans tell her how proud Australia is of her. Her fans even greeted her in a very cute way with a beautiful and emotional surprise.

•Lily asked you to marry her on a warm summer evening in Australia. Her bandmates recorded that special moment for you both. Since you both would be crying the whole time with happy tears. The families from you both cried the loudest. The dad's claims someone has put onions under their eyes and the other just wipe their tears.

•You went to a hotel with Sullyoon, Haewon, Rosé, Lisa, Seulgi and Jihyo a night before the wedding. Since Rosé and Lisa are your best friends from BLACKPINK.

•Lily had a beautiful white suit on waiting for you in front of the altar. She never saw someone so beautiful in a white weddings dress before she saw you walking down the altar towards her. You both had happy tears in your eyes. You both share your self-written vows at each other with much love in your gestures.

•You surprised her with a honeymoon in three European countries. You went first to Portugal, Denmark and then the Netherlands for a whole month. You both enjoyed the whole month honeymoon with hot, fluffy and very much happiness.

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[locoforshuri]

ACCIDENTAL LOVE

heres a long oneshot from me! i know my mind wouldnt process to make a series for this. i dont know how to feel about it. love you bebs

title was chosen by: @yvxmpire. its pretty long so get comfortable. there might be spelling errors. your girl needs school and Jesus🙏🏾

shuri x black!fem!reader

warning: flirtatious activity?

word count: 1 926. (i think)

02:22 AM

you woke up in the middle of the night. typical. you felt dehydrated since you hadn't drank liquids the whole day yesterday. you got up and put on your light purple pyjama pants and a white tank top and stepped out to go grab a glass of water.

as you made your way to the elevator, your eyes shifted towards the lab on the right. you walked in feelings curious.

"I'm sure no one is in there."

you thought to yourself. As you opened the door, you happened to forget about Griot and his habit of announcing everything.

"Princess, Miss Y/N has arrived."

"Wait, the princess is here?"

you thought to yourself more baffled. You still walked in, thinking she might not actually be in here, due to the time. You saw Shuri turn her head towards the door where you soon entered. She shot you a grin which made you wonder what it could mean. "Oh, I'm so sorry, didn't think anyone was in here..." you said hesitantly. You noticed there was a song playing in the background but you would not be able to hear it outside of the lab since its soundproof.

"Oh, y/n, were you going to get a glass of water again?" She said looking you up and down with a deep, raspy voice. You swear you looked like the ripest red tomato ever at that comment. How did she know I was thirsty? "Uhm, yeah. Sorry to disturb you, I'll-" You said apologetically.

"No, its okay, really. I have a bottle of water in my mini fridge over there. Feel free." She said with a smile etched on her beautifully carved face.

You couldn't lie to yourself. You had a bit of a crush on the princess. OKAY FINE. A HUGE crush on the princess. It got to the point where you had small talks with Queen Mother (who was basically your second mom) about your feelings for Shuri. You knew she wouldn't feel the same way so you just-

"Y/N?" Shuri spoke in a worried voice. You quickly snapped out of your own delusional thoughts and back into reality again. She looked at you with these eyes that made you heart skip a beat. or two. "Oh sorry, I was just thinking and thank you." You went to Shuri's mini fridge located near Shuri's desk. As you grabbed it and thanked Shuri starting to walk off, she grabbed a hold of your hand gently which made spin towards her direction. "Y/N, try to stop this habit of waking up in the middle of the night because you hadn't drank any liquids the whole day. Promise me?" She said with a worried expression plastered on her face, waiting on your response. She noticed how flustered you were and smirked. "Uh, pro-promise." You said barely getting the words out of your damn mouth. Focus Y/N. She let your hand go and as you started to walk away, she followed you. As you walked out of the lab, she locked the door behind her. She made her way to her room, located in the same hallway as yours. She shot you finger guns with a full fledged smile and close the door behind.

"Bast help me."

_____________NEXT MORNING_____________

07:11 AM

"Good morning, Miss Y/N. You are request by Queen Ramonda in the dining hall at 8:00 AM." Griot announced. Your sleep was interrupted, forcing you to get up and get ready. "UGH, IT'S SO EARLYYY" regardless, you slumped your way out bed. you fell out of bed on the floor with a loud thump. "AH, SHI" you almost swore loudly for the whole castle to hear you.

You headed to your ridiculously large bathroom and got ready. You always over-dressed to everything you attend. You decided to be simple today. But your definition of simple was... detable. So you forced yourself to stay away from that side of the closet.

You wore a green sweatpants set with small gold hoop earrings, which brought out your eyes. You tied your back with two little pieces hanging in front of your eyes. You had one final look in the mirror and winked, happy with the final product.

You walked out of your bedroom closing the door behind it and made your way to the elevator. As you walked, you looked to your right facing the lab, recalling the events that happened not so long ago, 5 hours ago actually. You happened to remember what a fool you made of yourself infront of Shuri.

"Classic y/n."

you thought to yourself. You were so deep in your thoughts not even noticing the princess herself waving her hand try to get your attention from whatever you were thinking. "Bast, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. I must be hungry." You said with a small apologetic smile etched on your face. She was quick to respond with a "no problem" smile on your face. You both walked into the elevator. As it started moving, there was an awkward silence for a few seconds before Shuri spoke up which startled you.

"Don't you think your overdressed?"

she said as she eyed up and down with a smirk until her gaze made its way to your eyes. You tried to build up some confidence which was pretty difficult under her intense gaze.

"This was the best I could do. You know I have a problem, princess."

Oop- where did all that confidence come from girl? She looked a bit flustered at the term you used for her. Everyone calls her this but she always liked the way you said it.

You both soon reached the dining hall and walked out, her leading to find Queen Ramonda sitting down already, probably waiting for the two of you. She smiled at the sight in front of her considering the stuff you two talked about. You made your way to the seat assigned to you and got comfortable. Shuri switfly sat next to you and smirked. You had no idea why but you tried to hide your confusion.

"Good morning, Queen Mother."

"Good morning, y/n my darling"

"Good morning, Mother"

"Good morning, lovely daughter, so glad you could join us."

Shuri only comes to breakfast once in a blue moon. She usually orders for the food to be brought to the lab, where she spends most of her time, practically hibernating in there.

____________________________

14:44 PM

You and the Queen were sitting out in the garden next to eachother facing the wall covered in Wakandan art. It was truly a beautiful sight to you both.

You and the queen have been very close practically since your birth. The queen and your mother have been best friends since high school. After giving birth to you unfortunately, she died soon after. Since then, Ramonda took you in and raised you as your own. She was like the mother you never had... Wait-

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you.

"So Y/N, Griot informed me of your little encounter in the dear early hours of the morning with Shuri"

"Ohhh yeah, it was nothing, just needed a glass of water. I was thirsty and just HAPPENED to let my curiosity get the best of me. No big deal."

"She likes you." was all that came out of the Queen's mouth. Those 3 words quickly brought your attention towards her.

"She hasn't said it but from the looks of it, I can easily tell she feels the same way. I would be happy if I were you."

You couldn't help the smile that was slowly appearing on your sunkissed face. Ramonda was quick to notice and giggled at your reaction which made you lose the smile and be more serious and contain yourself.

"I can't get my hopes up. She might just be like this in a way as friends. I don't want to ruin our friendship with my feelings for her. And I don't need her finding out. Too risky, don't you think Queen Mother? I love her but I'm scared."

You whispered the last part. You were so deep in your conversation not hearing footsteps approach you and a deep, sly-like voice spoke behind the two you of startling you both.

"Too late." Shuri said with a smirk on her beautiful face.

"Bast."

"I'm gonna leave you girls to uh, talk. Don't be naughty Shuri. Y/N, I have my eyes on you too."

Queen Ramonda joked playfully. Your face turned red and avoided eye contact as Shuri sat down in the lounge chair beside you. There was silence. Neither of you spoke after the events that just occurred and Shuri knew how embarrassed you felt after you found out about she truly feels about you. But little did you know. She slowly took your hand and slowly rubbed your knuckles with hand. You tensed up a bit at the contact but relax at the gentle soothingness it brought.

"You know Y/N/N, I'm suprised Mother hasn't told you about my feelings for you. I've liked you since we were kids actually. I always had a soft spot for you, and if you haven't noticed it yet, means I'm pretty good at hiding my feelings. That's why I'm so protective of you and worried that you don't get enough liquids or getting enough sleep. Because I love you. When I heard you talking about your feelings for me, I felt so happy. I was also scared Y/N. To ruin the friendship between us. But now, I think I can relax, right? Oh, and I heard you falling of your bed this morning, couldn't help but laugh."

She said the last sentence with a chuckle that sent your heart doing backflips with fireworks errupting. How does one's laugh sound so pretty? You chuckled as well, hoping you don't sound like a nervous wreck over her. Pull yourself together Y/N.

"Wow, uh. I really didn't expect this from you. Like never. And when I mean never I mean-" You cut yourself off. You sounded like a robot that was malfunctioning.

"Uh anyway, I guess I can relax too. Such a relief. I'm happy you feel the same way too. I... I love you too, princess. Sorry I just feel like none of this is real. Am I sure none of this is a prank? Would be more embarrassing than falling off a bed don't you agree?"

You said jokingly as Shuri laughed hitting her leg with the hand not holding you and throwing her head back, letting her curls bounce on her face. You looked at her and smiled.

'She's so beautiful, she is definitely sent from heaven.' You thought to yourself.

"Your more beautiful" She said smiling.

'Did she just read my mind? Did I say that out loud?' You thought to yourself again as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Y/N, why do you keep telling me your thoughts?" She said as she laughed.

"Bast. What is going on with me? I really-"

Before you could finish, at this point, Shuri had moved her chair closer to yours.

She kissed you. Magical, amazing, what's the word? It felt like you could taste the word beautiful. They moved in sync. As Shuri slid her hands on her waist, she was interrupted.

"SHURI, Y/N!"

"Sorry Mother." you said in unison

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Valentines w Aegon

Summary: Aegon forgot what day it was and now has to spend the entire day proving he is better than Aemond.

pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Reader warning: little bit of smut, little bit of fluff, lil bit of Aegon being an idiot, a whole lotta redemption word count: 2,000+ note: not my best smut bc I added it on at the last minute

Aegon didn't wake up early that day. In fact, he woke up around noon as he usually did. You had been married for a few years now and it still perplexed you how he so easily forgot holidays. You weren’t furious, he was always the most forgetful man you met. Actually, you doubted if he even remembered the days of the week.

He finally showed up to come see you for his very late breakfast. “Good morrow, love.” Aegon placed a quick kiss on your cheek and took the seat across from you. “It’s past noon, love.” You didn’t mean for your words to leak so much venom, but it was too late. Mayhaps you were angrier than you originally thought.

"I know, I'm sorry." He sighed, "I overslept again. Are you angry?" No, you never cared that he overslept. You overslept half the time anyway. You were upset he forgot a holiday that was made for couples. “I am not angry.” You said in defense before taking a bite of your food.

Aegon knew you like the back of his hand or well cock. He knew his cock much better than his hand at this point. Every time you lied you avoided eye contact, and your voice lost all emotion. What the hell did he do this time? Aegon hadn’t drank lately and he definitely wasn’t sleeping with other women. Did he forget something again?

You ate your meal in awkward silence. Aegon spent most of the time lost in his head trying to figure what he had done wrong. Normally he would ask but the quote “don’t poke the bear,” kept repeating in his head. He watched you get up and leave without saying goodbye. That stung more than he cared to admit. What the hell did he do?

-

Aegon wandered the halls aimlessly trying to figure out what he had done when he noticed his brother. Aemond was carrying flowers and a box of something. Did he forget someone’s birthday? “Brother, what are you doing?” Aegon called out to Aemond. He stopped in his tracks and eyed him up and down. “What does it look like I’m doing,” he spoke.

Aegon didn't understand the attitude his brother had either. "Why are you bringing these here?" He could tell by the way Aemond looked at him that he was judging him. “I’m taking these to mother… Are you even aware what day it is? No, he obviously wasn’t aware. “Shit! I thought her birthday wasn’t for another moon.” His brother scoffed at him.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, wastrel.” The realization dawned on him. He had forgotten another holiday. “Oh.” Aemond rolled his eyes, “I pity your wife.” He walked off, probably thinking that he would be a better husband. It drove Aegon insane the superiority complex Aemond held. “I pity you! You don’t even have a wife.” His brother didn’t even turn around and instead chuckled in the distance. Fuck, what was he supposed to do now?

-

He decided to go to his sister for help. “Hel… could you help?” He awkwardly asked from inside the door frame. She peered up from her embroidery and pursed her lips together. “You forgot, huh?” Her voice was soft as she spoke. He felt his face burn with embarrassment. Aegon shrugged, "Mayhaps." He stood there silently waiting for her to say anything else. Helaena hummed as she took her time to reply. “I suppose I can.”

“Thanks Hel.” He smiled nervously. She was always the most dependable sibling. Even though they had nothing in common she treated him better than the others. Obviously, she judged him internally but didn’t show it. “You should go to the gardens. She really enjoys the roses there.” He knew that his wife always used rose oils after bathing. “Also, a present. You can find chocolates and jewelry in the markets.” He nodded intently. “Mmm… take her some place special like a restaurant.”

Aegon ran over and kissed Helaena on the cheek which caused her to flinch back. She always hated affection. “You’re a godsend, Hel.” With newfound confidence he took off down the hallway.

-

The day went by slowly for Aegon. He managed to pick a handful of perfect flowers for her or what he considered perfect. Then he had to sneak out to go to the markets and track down what he needed. He kept repeating chocolates and jewelry in his head over and over. He felt like an idiot. Why couldn't he just remember?

He grotesquely underestimated the sheer number of different kinds of jewelry and candies. Why were there so many fucking options? How do you know what kind to pick? Aegon didn't want to overspend either, but he wanted to surprise his wife and make her happy.

An idea of his own finally dawned on him. He should just get her a necklace made of Valyrian steel. It perfectly showcased his heritage, and it was super rare. He had faith it would be a hit.

Aegon didn’t expect the bargaining he had to do with the shop owner to buy it. It costed an entire arm and leg. The owner didn’t even care he was a prince, fucking bastard. After he got his hands on it, he made his way to the chocolates once more. At first, he only bought one box, but he ended up buying five. It was too hard to figure out which ones she would like and now she would have enough to last at least a month. That’s what he told himself to make him feel better about the money he was spending.

Alas, he went home feeling relieved. He was going to give his wife a gift worth remembering. She deserved it, after all this time, she still loved him unconditionally and he appreciated that. But once he got home, he was greeted with the most despicable sight. “What are those.” You turned your head and glanced at your husband. “I was spending time with your mother and Aemond, he gave me these.” It was a disgusting bouquet of red roses. Aegon was going to kill him. He scoffed, “Roses are so basic.” He ignored the fact that he had his own hidden in the other room.

You felt hurt at his words. These were your favorites and you always smelled like them. You thought he loved roses on you. “At least he remembered.” Aegon didn’t bother replying. He stomped out of the room like a child throwing a tantrum. Fucking Aemond, he had to show him up now. It was always a game of who was better even on holidays. You sat there mildly offended and confused at his attitude. Normally he would at least apologize.

-

Aegon’s mission quickly changed from trying to get his wife to forgive him to proving he was better than Aemond. “Ser Erryk, I need you to kidnap my wife.” The guard's stoic expression contorted in confusion. “Excuse me, My Prince?” Aegon was in a rather shit mood. “I need you to kidnap my wife and take her here.” He pointed to a place on the map. Erryk knew better than to question a prince but what could he be plotting. “No questions asked, just do it at sunset and be swift.” The prince stormed off and Erryk stood there in confusion. He thought he was finally improving since he was wed.

Aemond was sat in his room reading a book. He was rather proud of today to say the least. He spent time with his mother and sister-in-law. He gave them both gifts since their husbands were worse than rubbish. Normally, he spent time with Helaena but not after she got betrothed. Her husband actually cared about her feelings and spending time with her.

To be clear, if he wanted Aegon’s wife he would have had her years ago. She was his friend before she was his brother's lover. But neither had any interest in each other. He simply wanted to show her that she was appreciated by someone just like he did with his mother. Internally he knew that would drive his brother crazy, but he was happy about it. Maybe, the threat of someone stealing her away would make him get his act together.

What Aemond didn’t expect was a knock at his door and the sounds of feet scurrying away. He peered out his door and noticed a bundle of flowers crushed up on the floor beneath him. Along with a note in terrible handwriting.

“I can take care of my wife, thank you very much.”

He was related to the biggest idiot in the seven kingdoms. Aemond peered further out his door and saw Aegon’s shadow dip behind the wall. In his infamous judgmental voice he spoke, “Aegon.” He shook his head and shut the door.

-

You were wandering the keep in search for the wastrel you married. At this point you were beyond pissed. His brother took the time out of his day to do something nice and Aegon couldn’t be bothered. After all this time you assumed he was better. Obviously, he was the same ass you married.

Ser Erryk and Ser Arryk watched you from the corner, hidden by the darkness. They gave each other nervous glances before they pounced. Neither understood what exactly they were doing but it was a demand. God, the Targaryens were so odd.

A bag went over your head, and everything went dark. Before you could scream a hand was placed over your mouth. The adrenaline kicked in at an unpresented rate and you flailing your arms and kicking your legs in every direction. Of course, you were being taken prisoner today. You couldn’t be blessed with one good fucking day. Another set of arms grabbed your legs, and they began moving in unison.

You didn’t give up on your attacks, but they seemed to be absolutely useless. Underneath the bag you could feel the tears welling in your eyes. This was supposed to be a celebration. Something to look forward to. Instead, you were kidnapped and tied up. Another gift from the gods to keep you down.

Your heart was beating faster and faster as the hands kept carrying you. The air and sounds changed around you changed quickly. You were definitely outside near the city because the scent of cow shit filled your nose. Next you could hear the sounds of peasants going about their daily lives. Was this how you die?

After what seemed like a century you were gently placed on your feet. The sound of boots clomping on the dirt made you freeze. You heard three sets of men speaking in low tones. One was a man with a deep baritone voice. He spoke with a hint of anger and frustration. “I’m really sorry, princess.”

You knew that voice. Before you could turn around and demand answers your hood was ripped off and you were shoved into a building. The door quickly shut behind you and you fell to the ground.

“Happy Valentines Day, My love.” You peered up at your husband standing over you with a smug look. You quickly rose to your feet and took in your surroundings. The room was decorated nicely with a table for two in the center. There was food laid out and what seemed like… presents in the center. The floor was decorated with roses as was the bed in the corner of the room. A giant window facing the sea shone brightly. The sunset was undeniably beautiful.

“Aegon. What the fuck was that?” He scurried over and grabbed your hands. “I wanted to surprise you!” You furrowed your eyebrows and your mouth hung agape. “Surprise me? Why would you kidnap me and tie me up?” Your eyes widened as he pulled you close and kissed you. “I didn’t know how else to be discreet.” You were still high on adrenaline, but you had to admit it was a nice surprise. “You remembered?”

“Of course, I remembered. I only acted like I didn’t so you would have no clue what I had planned.” He was lying but you would never be able to tell. After he got over raging about Aemond’s gift he decided to go a step further. He found an inn with a perfect view of the ocean and sunset which you loved. Then he had them prepare all of your favorite foods… He had to ask Helaena what they were but that’s beside the point. Aegon even went out of his way to tear apart the roses he got you to use as decoration. Truly, he completely outdid himself and he couldn’t hide the smugness on his face. Although maybe the kidnapping was a bit much, but he didn’t realize they were going to tie you up and drag you here.

“I didn’t realize you were capable of being this thoughtful.” You glanced around the room and your anger slowly disappeared. Of course, he could have just taken you outside like normal, but he went about about things in odd ways sometimes. You let out a giggle as you looked at the gifts. Each one was wrapped up in a different color of red. “I made them prepare your favorites. Only the best for my wife.” You smiled genuinely as he led you over to the table.

Aegon pulled out your chair and pushed you back in. He poured a glass of wine for himself and then one for you. You nearly chuckled at the sudden gentleman act he was putting on. “A toast, to us and our love.” He spoke and raised his glass. You followed suit and drank the red liquid. It was sweet and fruity and not too strong. Perfect for your taste buds. He even remembered you preferred sweet wine over bitter. “To us and our love.” You echoed him.

The rest of the dinner passed by peacefully. You enjoyed your meal and the company of your husband. It felt good to celebrate Valentines Day with someone who cared so much about you. As the sun began its descent over the horizon, he pushed the gifts towards you and impatiently waited for you to open them. He was extremely fucking proud of himself for pulling this all off. You unwrapped the five boxes of candies first and laughed. “Are you trying to fatten me up for winter?” You teased.

“I wanted to give you an array of options.” He said with a grin. You broke off a piece of one and ate it. It tasted like chocolate but there was also a distinct citrus flavor that stood out. These were definitely from Essos… which were the most expensive kind. You couldn’t hide the smile on your face when you finished.

The gold box with the red ribbon. His eyes lit up as you opened it. Inside was a dress. A dark black gown made from silk. It was decorated with red and gold which were his houses colors. On top was a black necklace with a dragon dangling at the center. “It’s Valyrian steel… It’s like a piece of me is always with you.”

Your eyes widened and you stared at the necklace. You picked it up and admired it. The dragon was beautiful, and it was crafted with such detail. It was the most precious thing you owned now. “Thank you so much, baby.” You stood up and walked over to him. You took your seat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight.

“I know I don’t deserve you, but I will do everything I can to make you happy.” Your eyes almost began to water out of joy, and you pressed a deep kiss to his lips. “You’re the best husband I could have asked for.”

He nuzzled your neck and his hand wandered down your body. It wasn’t long before you were undressed and making use of the bed. He deserved some reward for everything he did tonight. He was so generous, thoughtful, and loving. You couldn't help but fall more in love with him every day.

You quickly pushed him off and climbed on top to straddle him. You pressed your lips roughly into his own. Aegon ran his hands under your dress and squeezed your ass. You moaned into his mouth as you grinded against his cock. You slowly slid yourself down along his hardness. 

Aegon’s breathing grew heavier until he grabbed your hips and held onto them tightly. You let out a gasp as he filled you completely. His cock was average in length but thick as hell. You both moved together perfectly as you rocked your hips. “I love you,” you whispered breathlessly.

“And I love you, my queen.” Aegon growled as you leaned forward and bit his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. He picked up his speed and began thrusting himself inside of you vigorously. Your moans were muffled in his shoulders, He slid his hand under you and rubbed your clit while still pounding away.

His pace quickened and soon your cunt was clenching around his cock. He was close too; you could tell by how fast his strokes became erratic. Aegon’s cock repeatedly pounded into your sweet spot, and you couldn’t control yourself anymore. Your orgasm washed over you and sent a wave of pleasure through your body. 

Aegon’s smile grew wide as he watched you come undone on top of him. A pleasant reward for all the trouble he went through today. He sat up in the bed, so you were still straddling him. You grabbed his arms and removed them from your hips, it was your turn to make him feel good. Your movements started slowing but the small whines that came from his mouth encouragement you needed to pick up your pace. You bounced on his cock while he did his best to suck your nipples in between moans.

Aegon spilt his seed inside you for the first time, but it was far from the last. You spent the entire night in bed with him, only taking short breaks to regain your energy. 

The fruits of his labor that day paid off nine months later when a baby boy came. Your very own Valentine’s Day baby… truly a better gift than anyone could ever give you. 

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[lyraeeee]

in his arms.

love interest daikichi karube

theme fluff !

composition oneshot

word count 3.6k+

contents female reader , bullying , name-calling (i.e. walrus) , mentions of sexual assault (one statement implying it, no events of it actually occurring) , blood and violence (it's karube what did you expect) , smoking (once again, it's karube so yeah) , might be a bit cliche

You didn’t have the energy for this.

Today has been a whole mess. Nothing seemed to go your way from the very moment when you woke up. Sleeping through all the alarms you’ve set up and waking up hours late for your class, tripping on your own feet warranting a large gash to appear on your elbow as well as straining your ankle, getting yelled at by your teacher and forgetting to bring lunch— at this point you just want to head home and pass out for the rest of the day, not even going to bother eating dinner and just hope that tomorrow would be better than this one.

But of course, the constant rumbling of your stomach forced you to do otherwise. Although your classmate was courteous enough to share some of her lunch with you, it wasn’t enough to fulfill your hunger. This led to you going on a quick grocery run before heading home so that at least you could say that there’s one good thing that happened to you today.

You weren’t in the mood to cook something complicated at the moment, so the paper bag you’re holding is just filled with chips and instant noodles. Unhealthy, sure, but you just didn’t have the energy to care.

The darkening sky reminded you once again that it was late and you should really start heading home already. If that wasn’t enough, the street lamps were turned on and dimly lit up the dark path in front of you. More people are seen entering their houses and you soon find yourself alone with your thoughts.

You kick a pebble that was in your way and hum to try and fill the unnerving silence. 

After a while of getting used to the serene atmosphere, a shrill voice startles you and you feel a small object hit you on the back of your head.

“Hey walrus!” A familiar face greets you as she sends a haughty smile your way. You don’t have to look twice to know she’s also accompanied by her friends, two of them you know to be your classmates.

“My friend over here says that you owe him money”

Nope. Not now. Not today please.

Ignoring her calls for your name, you continue limping towards the direction of your house. You ran out of energy to care for your own health, and you certainly did not have the energy to be dealing with their annoying faces right now. Surely, if you act like you didn’t hear anything, they’ll just leave you alone at some point, right?

A rough hand clamps over your shoulder and forcefully pushes you against a concrete wall. “Ignoring us are we?”

The paper bag was yanked out of your hands and you are faced with a pair of dark brown eyes.

“Didn’t know you were such a coward, ugly walrus.”

It took everything within you to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at her mocking voice. She clicked her tongue and raised one of her hands up, gesturing you to hand over your bag. Two of her friends from before stand behind her to ensure that you won’t be getting out of this one.

You hesitate.

Normally you weren’t the one to submit easily to their antics, but you know you wouldn’t be able to fight against them to the best of your capabilities right now. Running isn’t an option as well, the slight limp of your bandaged leg made sure of that. You begrudgingly removed one of your bag’s straps and Mika, not being one to have patience, slapped your hands away and forcibly took your backpack from you.

“Now, was it really that difficult?” Her figure walks away from you, busying herself with rummaging through the contents of your bag. “Miho, check her pockets if she has anything we could take.”

You blew a strand of hair out of your face and sent a glare to her retreating back. 

“Don’t be afraid to feel her up while you’re at it.”

With your own widened eyes, you make eye contact with the guy and the perversity behind his smile is unquestionably obvious. Frantically searching for a way to get out of your current predicament, you failed to notice the new figure entering the fray. 

“Unfortunately,” all of your attention diverts to the blonde man approaching from around the corner, “I won’t be letting you do anything of the sort tonight.”

Miho lets out a scoff and unfolds his arms. “And you? Filthy dropout. Shouldn’t you be minding your own business?”

The taller man laughs and doesn’t stop in his leisurely walk towards you.

“I’ll mind my own business,” he cracks his knuckles and sends a grin your way, “if you decide to let that girl go first.”

 The other two slowly withdraw from their places but not before scowling and cursing at him. Mika giggles mockingly and drops your bag on the ground.

“And what are you going to do about it, huh? Trying to play hero now that you have nothing else better to do than mix a couple of drinks?”

Her statement irritated the man. He takes another step forward as a final warning to the trio, but Miho decides that he has enough of the new guy and charges forward to draw a sudden punch to his face; a line of blood to trickle down from his nose.

You knew they already lost with how the guy just smiled and wiped his face with the back of hand. 

Next thing you know, he threw his own fists in retaliation to the two boys while Mika stumbled back, surprised that her friends were actually getting into a fight— one that wasn’t looking too good on their end.

You didn’t do anything in fear that you’d accidentally get caught up in the fight yourself so you continue watching with unblinking eyes over what’s happening right in front of you.

Miho tried to block some of the punches but the taller man was too experienced to let that happen. He managed to land a hit on his stomach but surprisingly, the man doesn’t even react and continues beating up the poor guy.

The other black-haired boy, who’s name you couldn’t recall, attempted to jump over the blonde’s back to make him struggle and stop him in the middle of his hitting. He skillfully maneuvered the smaller man though and tossed him across to Miho,who wasn't expecting the move and was forced to lay down on the ground with the weight of his friend crushing him.

“That’s enough!” The sharp voice you knew all too well screamed before running to aid her friends.

She slings one of Miho’s arms on her back before yelling at the other one, “Get the bag and let’s get out of here!”

Fearfully, the boy stands up and takes the paper bag you carried earlier and runs after his companions. It didn’t take long until all three figures disappeared off into the distance.

Your savior let out uneven breaths before leaning his back on the wall. His eyes are closed and even though he had the upper hand for the majority of the fight, it was evident that it still took a toll on him. The dried blood running down his nose and the bruise forming on his left cheek made it crystal clear. 

Still standing shell-shocked over what just went down in front of you, you lean down to grab your bag and call for the man’s attention.

“I uh... are you alright?” You despised how small your voice sounded right now.

“Huh?”

Clearing your throat and approaching the guy leaning against the wall, you repeated. “Are you okay?”

A moment of silence passes by you two before you hear him chuckle. 

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”

You sigh, exasperated, and pat the inside of your pockets searching for your handkerchief. Once you found it, you also took out your water bottle from your bag and screwed the lid open, dampening the piece of fabric slightly. Limping towards where he was, you raise the cloth to his nose and wipe away the mess left by the nosebleed he had earlier.

“I wasn’t the one who was punched in the face, was I?”

He blinks at you owlishly and you pay no mind to him, preoccupying yourself with cleaning his face up even for just a little bit.

Finally satisfied with the absence of the blood stain on his face, you then tilt his face sideward to observe the other injury. Thankfully, the swelling wasn’t too bad— Miho was cocky when it comes to ‘beating up other guys’ but apparently the hit he delivered wasn’t even that powerful compared to what he often boasted about. You noted that an ice pack would be enough to numb the pain for a while. 

You also took it as an opportunity to try and identify the man properly this time— although it appeared that he used to go to the same highschool as you, his handsome face was something you failed to familiarize yourself with. No matter how hard you try to jog your memory, you still can't recognize him. You instead just chalked it up to just not seeing him around the campus before. 

“What’s your name?”

Startled by your voice, he clears his throat before answering your question.

“Karube.”

You send him a smile and offer your hand. He accepts the handshake while you go ahead and introduce yourself in turn. 

Stepping backwards and folding the handkerchief so that the blood is hidden from view, you turn away from him and begin heading to the store. A few strides in and realizing that he wasn’t following you, you glance back towards his figure.

“Karube?”

He raises one of his eyebrows at you. “Yes?”

“Aren’t you coming with me?” 

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

A short trek later and the two of you find yourself inside the frozen section of a convenience store. Mika stole your ‘dinner’ for the night and Karube still needed an ice pack for his swelling cheek— so it was basically hitting two birds with one stone in your perspective. 

Your companion was skeptical at first and didn’t understand why you’re so insistent on visiting the store right now—when really, you should be heading home as you were doing earlier. He obliged nonetheless and went along with you anyway, but not before explaining first that ‘it was only to make sure that nothing bad happens to you.’

“Hey Karube?”

“Yes?”

“Which flavor do you prefer?” 

He furrows his eyebrow at you— signifying he’s waiting for further context before he’ll answer your inquiry. 

You slide the glass freezer door open before taking out the two ice cream cones.

“They ran out of chocolate, so you’re going to have to pick between strawberry and vanilla ice cream.” 

The older man laughs and shakes his head at you. “I don’t mind honestly.”

Shrugging, you place the cold treats inside the basket and move on to the next aisle. Prior to the earlier event that occured, you lacked the energy to choose and cook a proper meal for yourself. This encounter you had with Karube for sure woke you up; but you still didn’t care enough to eat healthier even now.

The plastic bags of chips crinkled as you carried them towards where the blonde man was. He carried the metal basket for you and the two of you headed over to the cashier. After paying for the items, Karube reaches over to take the bags and you follow behind him to exit the store.

One of his long legs prop over the other as he sits on a wooden bench stationed nearby.

You sit beside him and your hand fumbles around the plastic bag to bring out the ice cream cones you bought. 

“Here,” surprised by the sudden drop in temperature, he faces you while you gently press the frozen delicacy against his bruised cheek, “This will help.”

Your other hand takes his and raises it to hold the cone instead of yours. Sighing for the umpteenth time that day, you lean against the backrest of the chair. Your fingers peel off your ice cream cone’s wrapper before taking a bite out of the sweet treat.

A couple of minutes pass by and you finally tell him that he can eat his own ice cream. 

 “So…” He says, “What happened back there?” 

“I guess I don’t have to explain much since I’m sure you already know what happened for the most part.”

He nods before you continue, “That was Mika and her group. I’m not really sure what’s their problem but basically, they’re a bunch of assholes.”

“I could definitely see why.” His statement makes a laugh bubble up from your throat and he chuckles as well.

“Do they always target you?”

“Well,” You pop the final bite of ice cream into your mouth and go ahead to open a bag of chips, “not always, no.”

Offering the bag to Karube, he declines and shakes his head.

“On most days they do though.”

The man sighs and takes something out of his pocket. A clink of metal and a spark of light later, you then eye the cigar now hanging off from his mouth.

“That's bad for your health you know.”

Karube smirks and breathes out a puff of smoke before replying.

“And so are those chips.”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Ever since that fateful night, you’ve been meeting that man, Karube, for almost every single day you walk home from school. 

At first, he tried to convince you that it was for your own safety and he was only making sure that nothing bad happens to you like the incident from before. Of course, you wouldn’t just let him do that for you without any payment so you agree with him— but only if he lets you buy him something he wants from the grocery store in return.

He’d pick out items that were cheap and try to assure you that it is something he wants, but you weren’t that dumb to believe him that easily.

You settled with just buying him an ice cream cone instead, so in that way, you could indulge yourself with eating one as well.

Plus, you also thought that a big intimidating man like Karube looks hilariously adorable while taking a bite out of a pink strawberry ice cream cone.

A few months into your agreement with the man however, and now you've realized that something has changed.

You weren’t sure what happened exactly, but the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach and the constant heat blazing upon your face whenever you make eye contact with the man were clear signs of it.

As the bell rings to signify the end of classes and the dismissal of students from school, you take your time strolling through the corridors to reach the exit of the building.

Catching a glimpse of the tuft of blonde hair awaiting you on the school gates, you try to calm the fast race of your beating heart by taking in deep breaths.

“Hey.” Karube lets out a yawn and stretched his arms over his head. “Took you a while.”

Rolling your eyes, you slap his arm. “If it was such a bother then you shouldn’t have waited for me then.”

He laughs before wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you both head off to your usual destination.

“You know I would never do that to you.”

“Pfft. Yeah right.”

You had to control yourself throughout your journey from being too flustered, afraid that Karube would notice how weirdly you’ve been acting. It was just a friendly gesture, why is your body reacting the way it is right now? Your palms are sweating, your cheeks are hot, and you feel like throwing up. Surely, if it had this much of an affect on you, then maybe it also had at least somewhat of an affect on Karube himself? 

The harsh glow of the fluorescent lights from the convenience store blinds you as your friend leads you over to the frozen section. As usual, he slides the chest open and takes out two ice cream cones, one of which is your favorite flavor and the other his own preference of strawberry.

The two of you check your items out at the cashier before exiting and ambling over towards your designated spot with the blonde man.

The setting sun that painted the sky in different hues of orange and pink provided a panoramic view. 

As the night approaches, you find yourself shivering from the cold wind that brushes past between you two. It wasn’t a good idea to eat ice cream today it seems.

Humming, Karube’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “Too bad I didn’t wear my jacket today.”

Sending a curious glance his way, you finish the last piece of your treat before replying.

“And why is that?”

He shrugs. “You’d look cute in it”

Choking on your own spit, you have a coughing fit as his booming laughter fills the silence.

Really? Is he being serious with you now? You refuse to believe that he meant what he said.

He probably only said it to get a reaction.

Once you finally got a hold of yourself, you smacked the man’s arm while he continued chuckling.

“You suck Karube.”

“Yeah I know, I love ya too.”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

“And remember class! Hand in your essays to me by tomorrow morning. Any time further than 10am and I won’t be accepting it any longer.”

Not bothering to listen to your teacher, you and the rest of your class began packing your things. With the final ring of the bell, everybody just wants to leave the school as soon as possible; heading off to do your own errands for the day.

You didn’t have any particular plans for today though, just the usual event with Karube.

Wake up early to his calls (he explained that he did it so you wouldn't be late to school), go about your morning routine, then leave for school. Classes fly by like a blur and then suddenly Karube’s arm is around your shoulder while the two of you are walking to the convenience store—the same as all other days.

That is, of course, was what you were expecting for this day as well.

As always, your best friend is there at the gates. 

He looks handsome in his black leather jacket and… slicked-back hair…?

Is he trying out a new style? 

Approaching the blonde, you can’t help but laugh at his new look. Albeit not out of disgust, rather, out of endearment over his appearance. It oddly suits him in a way—like a biker from the 1950’s.

“What’s so funny?” Karube’s voice cuts through your laughter.

Once you finally stopped, you dramatically wiped a tear from your eye and replied, “You look like one of those biker dudes, you know, the ones you see on the movies!”

You couldn’t help but giggle when you saw the exasperation on his face. 

Sighing and shaking his head, he says, “Yeah yeah whatever… I get it, I look pretty stupid.”

“Hey I never said that!”

He closes his eyes in disapproval and looks at the other direction as if he’s saying that he doesn’t believe you. Taking his jacket off, he drapes it across your shoulders all the while not looking at your face.

“Oh, you big baby,” you grab his hand and start pulling him to walk with you, “you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

He doesn't speak again or respond. The only sound filling the silence is that of you two walking.

“I think you look cute actually.”

You feel a small squeeze from his hand which you’re holding.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

“Karubeeeeee”

“Yeah?”

“My feet hurrrrrtsssss.”

You hear him release a small chuckle, “Annnnndd what do you want me to do about it?”

Tugging on his hand, you stop on your tracks, making him turn to face you.

“Can you…” you’re in it now. You can’t stop your heart from racing and cease the heat rising to your cheeks. 

“Please carry me?”

He doesn’t know what to say. In any case, he would’ve jumped on the chance immediately to have the girl of his dreams in his arms but… 

You look breathtaking standing there. 

He couldn’t stop the blush from reaching his face; you looked absolutely perfect even when you’re not doing anything. Did you know that you looked good in his jacket? He would give it to you in a heartbeat if you wanted him to.

Did you know of the affect you had on him?

He lets go of your interlocked hands and crouches so that you can reach his back. 

“Well, what are you waiting for?” 

You give him a lopsided smile.

“Come here already.”

Slowly and awkwardly (in your opinion), you climbed on his back as he gripped firmly on your thighs. 

He carried you towards home, though it seems he chose to take the scenic route as it was taking much longer than usual to reach it. 

The setting of the sun painted the sky in its beautiful hues of yellow, orange, and red. People didn’t take this road most of the time as well so the scenery was all the more worthwhile. It was just the two of you and the beautiful sky. 

It was quiet for a long while.

That is, until...

“Karube?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t know why but...”

You lied. You do know the reason why. Ever since that fateful day— that momentous day when he saved you, the times you spent sharing ice cream with him, this memory you will forever hold dearly of him carrying you home after telling him your feet hurt, you’ve always known. 

No matter how many times you tried to deny it and force him out of your heart, the feelings always stayed.

“Yes?”

“I feel safe in your arms.”

see original request over here !

valedictory

*pops confetti* a toast for my very first request!! I had a lot of fun writing this one~ although I rarely see content of him, Karube is definitely one of my faves and it was really just a pleasure writing this oneshot featuring him. I hope you enjoyed my writing for him too, heart anon! I tried my best to follow through with your request as well took it upon myself to add in some creative liberties— so my apologies if it isn't up to par with what you were expecting. Please let me know your thoughts while reading it! Thank you again for requesting ♡♡♡

Also! A fun little easter egg I put in is the nickname given to the reader, which is "walrus." thought it would be funny since Karube was supposed to represent that character in the original Alice in Wonderland book— and although I used it here as an insult, it's honestly pretty cute once you realize the context behind it hehe!

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