#Anoni Whispers Into The Wind

[readychilledwine]

Girl Dad Cass is a god send! Hahaha you should totally write a one shot of reader and Cass’ daughter and Nyx where they end up secretly dating but everyone finds out! Can you imagine the drama? Like they used to play in paint together, Cass helped raise Nyx, but obviously he’s still “not good enough” for Cassian’s little girl and then how offended Rhys would be at that

....Adriana is back so I could put her with the person I'd been originally planning.....

So Small

Summary - After finding Nyx and Adriana together, chaos ensues in the House of Wind

Warnings - implied smut, verbal fighting, some physical stuff because Illyrians, parents walking in on their kids doing things. (It's a reoccurring theme for Cassian. It's what him and reader get as far as Azriel is concerned.)

A/N - When I first wrote Daddy's Girl, I had intended for Adriana to be out on a date with Nyx, but opted against it for some reason. This I can make work, though. I also tried to fulfill two requests in one here for two of my anonies 💜

Adriana felt herself sinking against the front door of the House of Wind, a wide smile engraved on her face.

Tonight had been perfect. He had opened doors for her, paid for their drinks and dinner, he had asked her to dance. She'd been smitten with him since she was a little girl, but now this was different she knew it too. Maybe it was his eyes. Those blue eyes Adriana had found herself falling into since she turned 50 and finally understood what these feelings were.

They had gone beyond childhood infatuation, beyond teen attraction, beyond anything any book or novel had taught her or what she thought she understood from watching the countless stolen kisses and whispered words that occurred between her parents.

Adriana truly believed she was in love.

She stood, shrugging the leather jacket off and hanging it up before tiptoeing quietly towards the stairs. A light flickering on in the living room caught her eye, then the wings, then the spinning chair.

Her father sat illuminated in his full armor, all 7 siphons burning red, his hands folded gently into his lap as if he didn't know what to do with them. "Wherehabeyoubeen?"

The words were slurred together, causing Adriana to giggle. "Have you been drinking, daddy?"

Cassian scoffed as if the idea was insulting before throwing a glass filled with amber liquid over his shoulder, his face falling as it shattered. He cleared his throat, focusing harder, "I would never drink when my babygirl is missing. Where have you been?"

Adriana paused thinking of any excuse she could to hide her date from her over protective father as long as possible. "With Uncle Rhys and Nyx."

Another chair turned and another light illuminated her Uncle Rhys. His cheeks were kissed slightly red, his posture slouched and so casual Adriana thought she had to be dreaming. "Try again." He slurred out.

"Well Nyx was there. As was Ezra." Another chair turned, and Adriana could not longer hold in her laughter as Azriel turned in it, hiccuping heavily as he tried to remember his clearly rehearsed line.

"I forgot what I was supposed to say." Azriel's eyes were distant, hiccups and giggles falling from his mouth as they all snickered before he did a double take towards her, "but where you?"

Nyx, your father is at my house completely shit faced. She heard the heir sigh in her head. Bring Ezra.

She watched as Rhys slowly slid down his chair, lip pulled between her teeth as she tried not to laugh. "Daddy, how much did you three drink?"

She watched as her father looked between the three of them, trying to count on his fingers and blinking rapidly as if they were multiplying on him. "I only had one." His answer was definitive. "Azriel had… how much did you drink, Azzie?"

The shadowsinger went into another hiccup fit before laughter turned into sobered seriousness. Her uncle was playing along and had her breath stilling in her throat. "Addy, I know what you were doing, who you were with." She moved to Azriel, his hand gently taking hers as he blocked Cassian and Rhys from hearing their conversation. "He's a good choice, Adriana." His whispered words clenched at her heart. "I can't imagine a better match for you or him."

Ezra and Nyx appeared. Ezra shirtless and in his sweatpants, clearly having just woken up, further foiled the fake plan she had gone with. Rhys pointed at his nephew, "You were NOT at the concert."

Ezra looked at him, hazel eyes scrunching. "Cauldron boil me, we can't fucking move them out of this house. There's still guest rooms upstairs right?" Adriana nodded as Ezra took his father from her. "Come on dad, let's go lay down."

Azriel nodded, falling back into the act and allowing his son to support him up the stairs to his old bedroom.

Nyx took Rhysand next, "You too, pops. Let's go upstairs and get you some water, yeah?" The heir helped his father, throwing Adriana one last charming smile ans wink as he left her to the lone wolf sitting in a chair, eyes following her every move.

"Daddy, can I deactivate your siphons?" Cassian grunted holding his hands out for her. She pressed the glowing red stones lightly, preparing to step back, only to be yanked into his lap. "Daddy, we can go snuggle in my room."

"Right here is fine." He had his nose buried in her hair. His normal scent of fire and winter air was mixed with the heavy scent of expensive dry aged whiskey and deep wines. "Tell me about your date, nugget."

Adriana froze, leaning back to stare into his eyes. Despite his drunkenness they radiated love, adoration, and almost worship for her. They were the windows into her father's soul, screaming his every emotion to her. The worry, the pain of losing his daughter, the joy in her finally exploring the world.

"I really like him, daddy." Cassian nodded. His hand rubbing his face. "He was good and kind. He held doors open, bought everything, asked me questions about myself." She felt the first sob before the tears actually came and her father buried himself into her shoulder. "Daddy, whats wrong?"

Cassian held tight to her dress, crying into his daughter's shoulder as emotion overwhelmed him. He knew it was the intoxication, and mentally noted in the sober part of his mind to give himself some grace. "I'm just not ready, baby. Your brothers are hardly home anymore, and now you think you can just run around and and date males? I'm old. How am I supposed to handle this."

Adriana smiled thinking of Asher and Flynn up at Windhaven. "Your sons are currently the joint lords of one of the most respected Illyrian Camps. Both with wonderful wives." She brushed his long dark hair from his sweaty forehead. "They're literally coming home for a two week visit tomorrow. And visit almost monthly." She kissed his forehead, watching as his eyes shut and his shoulder relaxed, wings coming to wrap around them.

"I think I'm allowed to date because I am a grown female," Cassian shook his head.

"My baby. You're my baby."

"And I'll always be your baby, daddy." Her tone was gentle but firm, reminding him instantly of her mother. "I will always be your little girl, dad. I just want what you and mom have."

"Does he give you that?" Cassian's voice was almost suddenly sober. "Does he give you those butterflies when he says your name? Does he make your finger and toes feel tingly when he holds your hand?"

Adriana nodded. "Then I can't exactly be mad when you tell me that and I see those stars sparkling in your eyes, can I?" Her brought her head into his shoulder and neck. "How can I say no when you look the happiest I've ever seen you?"

"It'd be pretty rude to, honestly." Cassian hummed. His large hand holding her smaller one, allowing her to feel every scar and callous from years of training to create this beautiful period of peace she was raised in. "I love you, daddy."

"And Gods, I love you," his voice broke again with tears. "I love you so fucking much, baby."

-

3 months later

They got too comfortable. After months of Ezra, Micha, and a few other friends covering for them, they got sloppy.

Nyx had been coming over to bring Adriana paperwork, that was it. She had a few reports he needed to get to his dad as soon as possible, but how could he have said no when he found her alone in an empty home, naked as the day she was born in her room.

It was worth it, he kept telling himself as Cassian kicked him back to the ground. Worth every second. She was worth every second.

"You fucking helped raise her! How long have you been grooming her?! How long have you been taking advantage of her?"

A fist found the side of Nyx's jaw and he caved, calling out for his father and mother. Pleading with Ezra and Azriel to come. His Aunt was trying to hold Cassian back. Screaming at him to stop. Screaming for him to just talk to Nyx and Adriana. Nyx's eyes flicked to where his mate was, the shadow wraith twins holding her tightly as she begged for Cassian to stop.

Shadows and darkness grabbed Cassian, ripping him away from Nyx and allowing soft hands to hold him. "What the fuck is happening here?" His father's loud voice was laced with anger and fury.

It didn't take the shadowsinger long to put two and two together. Adriana's hair was a mess, a soft satin robe tied tight against her body. Nyx was in boxers, the faint outlines of crescent moon shaped wounds in his back and shoulders. "Nyx and Adriana finally got caught." Several eyes shot to him, and he shrugged. "They weren't that sneaky."

Ezra's jaw tightened as he grabbed the dress his own shadows brought him before going to Adriana and covering her in them to allow her to put clothing on. "Just tell them Nyx, cat is out of the bag already."

The heir was holding his jaw, reaching deeply inside himself to prevent from lashing out against Cassian the way his blood was pounding for him to. "She's my mate. We've been dating for close to 7 months now and hid it for this exact reason." Nyx winched as Rhysand came to him, checking the forming bruise.

"I never once tried to touch her when she was a child. I never once told her she couldn't see anyone else. She's been on countless dates with a few other High Lords sons, with a few illyrians from Windhaven, and a random shopkeeper. I never interfered or stopped her."

Cassian growled loudly, about to hit his nephew again until Azriel and y/n held him back. "I have watched what you do to females, Nyx. That's not happening. Not my daughter."

Rhys shot Cassian a look. "What my son has done? You mean following our mutual shit advice and enjoying his youth?"

Adriana felt her world shifting and falling apart, your words were ignored as Rhys and Cassian began to argue again. Her heart was in her throat as she started to cry. Ezra tucked her into him tightly, hand lacing into her locks as he tried to calm her down. "Daddy, I love him," she felt warmth down the bond as Nyx sent a silent I love you back to her.

"I never strung females along the way he has, Rhys," the general growled. "I'm not allowing that to date my girl." Rhys clicked his tongue, finger pointing at Cassian.

You gave the two of them a look before looking between your two child, sympathy etched deep into your features. "Let's all just go sit down and talk about this."

"And he's not good enough. He's going to use you just like he did every female before you."

It was Rhysand's turn then. He jumped Cassian without warning, fists flying as he lost himself and his composure. You went to try to pull them apart, only to have Feyre jump you, thinking you were about to help Cassian.

Hell had broken loose in that moment. You were not combat trained. You were a scholar, a Librarian who spent her days reading and researching ancient civilizations and languages for your High Lord. You could hardly defend yourself against the high lady, just begging her stop, telling her you were trying to stop the fight. Azriel was moving first, but ended up getting tangled into the fight with Cassian and Rhys.

Nyx was immediate to grab his mother, ripping her off of you and staring at her as if she was insane. He knew better than to stop between his father and Cassian. Blood had been drawn between the two. Fists were being thrown at a speed he couldn't even comprehend. He left them to Azriel, Ezra, and their shadows as he knelt down beside his crying aunt. "Mom, you need to go get Madja." His aunt was covered in her own blood, shaking. "Mom, I'm not asking. I am telling you. Go get Madja now."

"Dad, she's hurt, bad." The sentence had Rhys and Cassian stopping mid strike, their shirts both held in one fist. Rhys took one look at you and froze, his hand dropped from Cassian. They had been so caught in their own fight they had not even heard you and Feyre begin to. Cassian's hand dropped from Rhys as he ran to you, cradling you against his chest as you whimpered.

His father's attack was understandable, justified even by Illyrian standards. His mother's attack had been to hurt Cassian to make Cassian feel as low as his parents were right now. It wasn't understandable, nor justified. It went against every lesson Nyx, Ezra, and Adriana had ever been taught. Never harm the priestesses. Never harm the scholars.

"Get out of my house." He demanded. "Take your fucking son and get out of my home." It could have all been forgiven, it could have all been talked out, but this was a line. A crossed, now broken, line Rhysand and Azriel did not know if Feyre or Rhys could fix. "We'll be moved out and into Windhaven by the end of the week. Get the fuck out of my house.. Now."

Adriana had moved from Ezra's protection to her mother, comforting her softly as she began to assess the wounds. "Ezra," Nyx flinched as his mate called for their friend instead of him. "I need water and a few rags please."

The younger shadowsinger moved without hesitation and was back all in time for Rhys and Cassian to begin another verbal spar.

"It was instinct to protect her mate, Cassian, she didn't mean to." Cassian shook his head, holding his wife closer to him.

Azriel looked a Rhys and then down at you and Cassian and instantly moved to help Adriana clean and assess your wounds.

Your lip was split open, jaw bruised, eye bruised. Feyre had not pulled a single punch.

"You think this is justified? I walk in on your son fucking my daughter. I saw red, Rhys. I fought another male who has gone through extensive training." He paused. "I made a comment in anger I shouldn't have and was going to let you beat the shit out of me because I deserved that and I am trained." His finger ran the length of your bloodied lip. "My wife has no training. She's a priestess who claimed sanctuary in the House of Wind and now her high lady has violated that safety."

"Cassian, I'm sorry." Rhysand was pleading. "Let me heal her. Please. Let me heal her and we can all talk about this."

Nyx shook his head at his dad. "We can't fix this," he muttered. "Not right now. It's too fresh."

Rhys disagreed, moving slowly to kneel down next to you. It was a dangerous game. Cassian was always protective of you, even before the bond snapped and you accepted it. He had found you naked, beaten, and covered in the blood of other females in an Illyrian temple. A story all too familiar to them with Azriel's own wife. Unlike the ferocious redhead, though, you had found comfort in the quiet.

Cassian had begun courting you around the same time Azriel had Gwyn. Cassian had found it much harder. You were a gentle being who appreciated the little things, Cassian was a warrior known for grand and dramatic gestures. Oil and fire, they all had joked. But even now, you two and the love you shared burned so brightly it seemed to be a beacon of hope to all around you.

Rhys held eye contact with him, pressing a hand gently to your face. He healed you while maintaining that contact with Cassian, eyes pleading. "Please do not take my son's mate away from him because mine made an unforgivable error. If you never speak to Feyre and I again," Rhysand's throat tightened at the thought alone, "I will understand, but please. Do not make them part ways over this."

Cassian's jaw twitched as Rhys sent him the memories of he and Azriel holding the high lord when Feyre was trapped in Spring and again after Tamlin had taken her in Hybern. "Please do not make him experience the pain I did."

"Ezra, can you take y/n to our room please." Cassian would not look at them. "Nyx there's spare leathers in the shed if you want to borrow some so we can all talk."

-

The conversation had moved to the living room. Adriana tucked tight into Cassian's side as they waited for Madja to come back down. Ezra was pacing the fireplace area. Azriel was in a chair between Rhys and Cassian. Nyx was sat next to his father.

Feyre had left immediately upon her return with Madja, crying as she fully realized the extent of what she had done. She knew she needed to allow her husband to handle his brother and this situation before she could apologize.

"What if-"

"Don't," Cassian stopped Adriana gently. "Don't think that or put it into the air, little one. Positive thoughts only." He kissed her head, refusing to continue the discussion of Feyre's actions until Madja came back.

The old healer appeared downstairs and motioned for Cassian to join her in another room. Adriana folding in on herself, heavy sobs shaking her body as her wings tucked in tight against her frame.

Nyx moved to her instantly. "Adriana, what's going on?"

Adriana shook her head. She knew her mother still had nightmares about her attack, nightmares that kept her father up late into the night. Nightmares that had been gone for a little over a month now, and this may trigger.

Cassian moved back into the room, thanking Madja as she went back up the steps and to your side. He nodded to Adriana, taking a different seat to allow Nyx to continue to comfort her.

Cassian knew what he needed to do, putting a hand on the heir's knee and waiting for him to look at him. When his blue eyes finally did, Cassian spoke. "I am sorry I put my hands on you in anger and said cruel things about you and to you." Nyx felt his lip tremble slightly. "I am sorry, Nyx. I was in shock. I was angry because I didn't even know she's had sex before. I thought that you were-" Cassian shook his head. "There's no excuse for what I said or did. I just hope you can find it in your heart and mind to forgive me someday."

Nyx threw himself into his uncle's arms. "I already forgive you. I promise her first time was special. I promise I treated her well."

"I know you did," Cassian confirmed. "I know you love her. I can see it. I've been able to for a while. Just, please stop hiding things from me when it comes to my daughter." Nyx nodded. "I won't take her away. I promise, Nyxie. Ezra would also kill me."

The young shadowsinger nodded. "I would try. Your old ass is still pretty spunky, though."

Nyx moved back to his spot, allowing Cassian to move to Adriana. "No more lying," he said firmly. "No more hiding anything from us. We raised you in an open and supportive household. We allowed you to make decisions based on your judgements and supported you as long as what you did wouldn't cause harm to anyone else. I raised you better than to keep lies and secrets from your mother and I. Agreed?"

Adriana nodded. "I'm sorry, daddy."

"I know you are, angel. It's okay."

You came down the stairs with Madja. Walking the healer to the door, you stopped as you saw Feyre sitting on the steps. You grabbed her hand gently, pulling her into the living room where your families all sat.

"Are we all actually surprised by this?" You finally asked. "Or are we just trying to continue to deny something that clearly has been existing since Adriana figured out she likes males?"

The room went into laughter. You moved to Nyx, kissing his forehead. "You are so much more than we could have ever asked for, Nyx. I am so sorry this was the response you got." Adriana had moved to Rhysand and Feyre's open arms while you and Cassian paid attention to their oldest son.

"It's my fault too," he closed his eyes, enjoying your hands running through his short hair. "I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have encouraged her to hide it until we were sure."

"And you are sure now?" You asked holding eye contact with Nyx.

He nodded. Conjuring a small black box and showing Cassian who hid it using his wing. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

You kissed his forehead again, tears welling in your eyes, "Then this is the perfect happy ending."

"No," Cassian spoke softly, watching as Rhysand held Adriana's face in his hands, his forehead resting against hers as they spoke with her about shadowing Feyre for a month. Rhysands thumbs were stroking his daughter's cheeks as she nodded, tears in his and Feyre's eyes. "This is the perfect beginning."

#acotar #acotar x reader #azriel acotar #rhys acotar #girldad!cassian #cassian x you

[koostarcandy]

Hi👋🏽 could you do a fic for Jungkook with prompts 1,4 & 49? Maybe he is sick and gets really clingy and needy lol, and then his s/o gets sick too. ❤️

hello there, anonie 👋🏽 here are the prompts ;;;

1 - “can you stay? please?”

4 - “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

49 - “all thanks to your dumbass.”

hope you like them, darling !!

in sickness and in health - jungkook x reader

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"baby, its not that bad, i promise but i think i really need you here 'cause you know, you said, in sickness and in health, 'member?"

"koo, the wedding's not until next year and i'm on my way, just getting some soup to put in the thermos, okay? hang in there, my brave love, wanna stay on the phone or rest some more?"

"rest more, wanna rest more so i can see you better," jungkook babbles and along the line, he hangs up, hopefully snoring away his sudden cold and cough. you warned him about having the 5 different types of bingsu's back-to-back, but he took it upon himself to finish it because you got it from the other side of town while you were working.

carefully pouring jungkook's favourite tomato soup into a thermos, you quickly thank the front person at the restaurant and rush home, groaning at the red lights and hoping the soup doesn't get cold.

when you reach home, its odd to find bam not rushing to you, eager paws trying to hug you, followed by his father trying to do the same, attacking you with his kisses. you find bam's bowls filled with water and food, fond smile taking over your face when you see jungkook's fatherliness peeking through even when he's sick. bam finds his way to you, nosing your leg, trying to nudge you to your shared bedroom, as if to say, "quickly, appa's waiting for you!" making sure you're following him.

gentle snores escape your fiance's lips, hands tightly wrapped around your pillow and it warms your heart to see that he looks for you even in his sleep. you see bam making his way to the foot of the bed, curling up, droopy eyes and head down, showing you its his nap time already. after making sure bam was comfortable, you get the soup along with some bread with hot cheese, knowing jungkook would like some comfort food now.

you slip back into the room to find jungkook gazing down at bam, long hand hanging over the downside of your bedpost, softly scratching your big baby's ears. his head shifts to you, tired smile adorning his face. you place the tray of warm food on the side table, settling next to him and stroking his hair, "feeling okay now, darling?" he shrugs and points at his forehead, "i dunno, you didn't gimme a kiss yet," wincing at his scratchy voice. you immediately place a kiss on his forehead, followed by kisses all over his face, not caring whether or not you'll get sick.

"aren't you feeling cold? where's your t-shirt?" you ramble about how he shouldn't be half naked when sick, trying to get off the bed but held back by strong arms around your waist. "get this off," he mumbles at your work attire, tugging at your coat and shirt. "okay, you big baby," pecking his lips and smoothing his hair, you whisper out a, "i'll be back," to an already sleeping jungkook.

when you change into your favourite shirt (read: jungkook's) and slip back into bed, strong arms wind around you once again, sleepy face nuzzling into your tummy. the unusual warmth from jungkook has you remembering about the soup and cheese toast and when you whisper the magic words of, "i've got soup and cheese toast" has jungkook up in a instant, almost giving you whiplash. "not so sick now, are you?" reaching for the tray and setting it down in front of him. his hot breaths reach your neck, gentle poking of his hands prompting you to feed him.

after satisfying both of your insatiable appetites, he pulls you down for a quick cuddle, ears turning red at your gentle teasing and doting kisses. "what happened to super antibody, hmm?" followed by a gentle kiss on his pink nose. he huffs in good fun, mumbling out a, “you’re gonna be the death of me.” you squish his face for good measure, coaxing him to take a power nap for another round of rest. his arms hold you tighter, knowing you're not very fond of naps, squeezing out a scratchy, “can you stay? please?” you look into his tired eyes, swollen lids indicating his lack of rest. "sleep, koo, i'll be right here."

jungkook is woken up by the incessant yet quiet sound of clearing of throat, furrowed eyebrows slowly easing at your sight. you're gulping down hot water, tissues rubbing at your nose. sensing his eyes on you, your playful glare does nothing but bring out a mischievous laugh out of him, ensuing a fit of coughs. you throw the tissues, sniffling into his arms and throwing out a, “all thanks to your dumbass.” which lures out another laugh out of jungkook.

in sickness and in health, remember?

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requests closed.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine #sick!jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #bts x reader #bts scenario #bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #this was wayyyyy overdue im sorry anon dear #but i had fun writing this #this request came around the time when koo was down with covid #took a different take on it #because i felt like doting on koo today thats all #hope you like this anonie!!!

[lukas-crying-heart]

Why do you care?

This is a short story from the lore of my character Jamie. Enjoy.

(Tws: suicidal thoughts/ actions, abuse and transphobia)

@anony-knifey @justexistinghere122 @pheliau

I did my best to get all the character’s personalities accurate, I honestly don’t know much about them.

Jamie walked along the road, he had a mostly empty bottle of whisky with him, he had only taken a few sips. It was almost empty when he got it.

His parents would be mad, oh they’d be murderous, but, they couldn’t be mad if he never came home, could they? That’s why he was walking, he was walking to a bridge near his school.

As he walked his thoughts kept wandering back to his friends, were they his friends? He couldn’t really decide. Would they miss him? They’d probably be glad to be rid of him. Would they think about him? Probably not.

They won’t miss me, they will probably be happy. He took a drink of the whisky.

It was a bit chilly, typical for this time of year. He loved this time of year, it’s fitting, he would die during his favorite time of the year. It was the group’s favorite too, he always thought of them when making a choice. The three of them gave him clarity.

He felt the chilly late October wind pulling him back towards Mercy’s house, he had passed it not to long ago. 

That’s when he got text from the group. It was Mercy. It read “hey you guys wanna hang out?” 

Jamie looked back at the house then back at his phone. He knew Mercy could see he was online. He chose not to respond. He kept walking and reading the messages, he even heard Violet and Eva talking loudly on their way to Mercy’s house. 

He walked faster.

Mercy sent another text, directly to him, it read “what’s up? You’re online but aren’t responding, is everything okay?”

He took a shaky breath before responding “I’m sorry for everything, please don’t hate me”

“Jamie, what’s going on?” Mercy replied quickly.

“It doesn’t matter, just tell the others I’m sorry” he put his phone back in his pocket and tried not to cry.

His phone went off multiple times but he ignored it. Continuing to empty the bottle, he felt relaxed, sort of.

They won’t actually miss me, they won’t.

He could see the bridge now, his salvation, his way out. He quickened his pace until he was running. His binder restraining his ability to breathe properly.

Soon he wouldn’t have to face his family about starting testosterone again, he wouldn’t have to feel like a black sheep with his friend group, he wouldn’t have to feel like a burden.

This was his way out.

Once he got there he could only stare at the ground below. 

Jump, if you don’t don’t jump you’ll prove everyone right. You’ll be a coward. He told himself as tears began to fall.

Jamie put his foot onto the railing and leaned over “I can do this, they won’t miss me” he whispered and drank the last of the whisky.

This was it, he started to pull himself up, he would finally be free. He gripped the railing so tightly his knuckles turned white. The rusted steal cut his hands.

“Jamie!” Mercy’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

Jamie let out a shaky breath “please…just-“

“-No!” She cut him off “I’m not leaving, none of us are”

Jamie turned his head to see Violet and Eva were there too, why were they here?

He remembered every other time someone had stopped him from killing himself just wanted to be cruel, they didn’t actually care, did they? No. They didn’t care, they just wanted something from him. Everyone wanted something from him, something he couldn’t give.

“Y-you just want something from me..” he looked back the ground beneath “..why else would you try to stop me?” 

“Jamie..we’re here because we care, please” Mercy took a small step forward.

Jamie suddenly felt like throwing up, he had heard this stupid lecture before. The “I care about you, don’t do this” speech from everyone who wanted him to do this.

Mercy took another step “Jamie, just come back to my house. We can talk, you don’t have to do this” she sounded genuine, her hands were shaking. She sounded scared to lose him “if you do this I’ll never forgive you” her voice was choked with emotion.

It’s a trick, it’s all a trick. He closed his eyes tightly shut and tried not to listen.

Jamie’s thoughts went back to when he was only staying with his parents, every word, every time they hit him for being himself. It didn’t take long for him to start trembling. He kept spiraling through the memories and the feelings he went through, the sensations, the hurt, the-

Once again Mercy broke him out of his thoughts, she put her hand on his shoulder. He, in response, hit her hand off with his forearm “don’t touch me!” His voice was unstable, he didn’t sound as angry as he wanted, soon the want for anger slipped away and was replaced by fear “please…don’t touch me” he murmured.

Mercy pulled her hand back, she looked at him with sorrowful expression, she didn’t say anything more.

Jamie slow climbed down and sat on the floor with the heel of his hands covering his eyes, he gritted his teeth against the sobs building in his throat “I’m sorry! God I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” His voice was hoarse.

Everyone sat around him, they didn’t touch him but they were there.

Jamie was grateful for them, he wasn’t good at showing it. He couldn’t let them know how much he needed them, if they knew how much he depended on seeing them everyday they’d think he’s a creep.

“Jamie, why did you…what happened?” Eva whispered, she was the youngest but she seemed to know so much about everything.

“It doesn’t matter, why do you even care?” He didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but it was to late.

“Well, you’re my friend, I don’t want to lose you” Eva mumbled, she sounded heartbroken.

Jamie let himself relax just a little, he was still shaking but now he wouldn’t lash out if anyone tried to touch him.

Mercy was the first one to notice this, she pulled him against herself “you’re okay, Jamie”

Jamie wrapped his arms around her “I don’t know if I can handle this anymore, I hate this feeling so much” 

“We help, don’t we?” Violet leaned against his back, resting her hand on his shoulder blade.

“Yes, I-I just don’t know what to do..I still stay with my parents most of the time” he smiled to himself when Eva took him hand, he felt so warm, this was what he wanted. He never wanted to lose this feeling, the feeling of being accepted no matter what.

“Why didn’t you just go to my house?” Mercy questioned, she sounded like she could be crying.

Jamie didn’t respond, he just stayed silent.

Violet took a breath “you can come back now, we can all stay there tonight” she suggested.

Jamie nodded “okay, but I expect hot chocolate” he joked in an attempt to lighten the mood, no one laughed, not even a fake chuckle.

Eva spoke first “you can have whatever you want”

Jamie let Mercy help him stand, his legs were shaking.

The group walked in silence, always making sure Jamie was walking next to them instead of behind. They never used to do that.

I wish I was a better person, I wish I was a better friend to them, I wish I was worthy of their friendship. He thought and kicked a pine cone.

Once they got the Mercy’s house everyone was quick to get him wrapped up in blankets, Violet started the hot chocolate while Eva and Mercy turned on a musical. They always knew how to cheer him up.

“I don’t deserve you guys” he chuckled sadly.

Mercy sat next to him “you deserve the world, don’t ever think you don’t deserve us”

Jamie looked up as Violet handed him a mug, he took it slowly.

Violet sat next to him on his other side with her own mug of hot chocolate “be careful it’s hot” she warned.

Jamie ignored her warning and took a large sip, barely reacted when the hot liquid burned his throat. He closed his eyes and sighed.

He felt safe, he felt loved. Why did he think he could give it up?

He would never let anything take them away from him.

#Eat your Heart out

[ashxxgyu]

your reaction is far from silly princess, its an honor to know that I have gotten such a reaction from someone as sweet as you,

The princess was also a lover of nature, she loved to take the children of the city into the woods. It wasn't just people that loved her, it was the creatures of the forest too, anything that breathed would have praises falling from their lips (and if they didn't, then they were absolutely ridiculous not to recognize the princess' amazingness)

on this particular day, just as the sun was setting the princess had felt the sudden urge to go to a little pond near the outskirts of the kingdom, not many knew of that place, just the forest creatures and a few trusted advisors. Calling for the guard to saddle her horse, she readied for the journey ahead, waving her guards concern for going alone especially at sunset away as he opened the gate and she dashed off, the wind blowing in her hair as she directed the horse, her heart felt light and a smile was etched on her face as her soft dark orbs took in the sight before her. I cannot do the scene justice, but i can sure try. The sun was just settling over the trees, sunlight streaming on the forest floor, giving life to new seedlings just starting out on the ground. The birds sang cheerily as the princess rode past, a few even daring to fly round her, as if whispering praises for her ears alone

Another lovely coincidence anonie, the pond near my campus is somewhere I absolutely love to go to. There’s this one secluded spot under the trees right up to the water that I always sit at when I go.

I’m glad you don’t think it’s silly, despite how silly and flustered I feel . Who you are is the least of my concern surprisingly, as I am too enthralled by your words so if you would please continue my lovely anonie

#⌦ incoming love letter.｡.:*♡ #anonie #💌 anonie

[filthyfirth]

omggg I was stalking your blog (its 2am and yes one more night of thrusting over colin) and I feel so much better cause I'm only 20 and thrusting over a man 40 years older than me but then I saw your asks and theres a lot of young people here I feel seen hahaha let's make a "I wanna get railed by colin firth so bad club" lmao anyways this is now my new safe space!

welcome to the club!!!!!!!! i'm so happy this is a safe place for thirsting over colin, what have a done???? (was the thrusting over really a typo anon...?) i wanna be ran over by this man everyday get IIINNNNN

#please join #theres champaign and drinks at the bar #on the deck there's all the characters for you to thirst over #this is a drama free blog #except when i cant keep my brain from making bad jokes #this is great #GOSH i need go to back gifing him #its been so dead lately #anoni whispers into the wind #ask #answered #we are all unapologetically and respectfully thirsting over colin firth here gals

[rosstella2021]

#sense and sensibility #time sensitive #sensible #anoni whispers into the wind #i love this #lovely #sensibel #self love #sensibilità #sensibilidad #beautiful

[junsongs]

youtube(.)com/watch?v=y2EfWFx4bvI

I have no clue when this was sent but thank you for your blessings

#ask #answered #I am gonna watch it in a sec #anon #anoni whispers into the wind

[bowandcurtsey]

Ok, so I know there are 20+ asks right now, but I love💚love💙love💜love🖤 your writing and I had this idea and had to send it because I didn’t want to lose it 😅.

Major angst + a little TW(sorry)

scenarios request.

2 parts.

Reckless - Part 1: Asta, Finral, Yuno & Leo

Reckless - Part 2: Zora, Mars, Patri & Nozel

Y/n is incredibly powerful and (kinda like Kaneki in Tokyo Ghoul if you know it) doesn’t really seem to care whether she lives or dies so long as she’s protecting Clover Kingdom(she’s still a magic knight even in Mars’s & Patri’s cases), her squad, and those who’re closest to her. Asta/Finral/Yuno/Leo/Zora/Mars/Patri/Nozel has taken notice of this ‘reckless attitude’ many times in prior battles but has never really known how to address it (You know it’s bad when Asta takes note of her recklessness). He loves her but doesn’t know how to tell her. But this time? This time she pushed herself too far past her limits.

(Spade Kingdom arc) Y/n is falling. She’s completely out of magic. He reacts quick and catches her with one of his magic spells; lowering her carefully to the ground and he runs to her. Y/n’s eyes blink open. Everything’s a bit fuzzy. She is in the arms of the one she loves but knows will never love her. In the end he’s a much better person than she could ever be. So long as he and clover kingdom are safe, she couldn’t really give less of a damn what happens to her. She’s being cradled in his arms. In his lap. Her head supported in his warm hands that are somehow both callus and soft. She can barely move. Barely keep her eyes open. Trying to block out the ringing and register what he’s saying. He’s screaming at her. Cussing at her (heavily). Wow, he knows that many cuss words? Huh. Screaming at her why the fuck does she have to be so reckless?!? Why won’t she rely on anyone else?? She never has. With the last of her strength, Y/N grabs his robe, pulls her head next to his ear, and chuckles before hoarsely whispering “Why do you care? It’s my life. If you care so much then what are you gonna do about it?” Her trembling grip on his robe loosens and she passes out; dropping back into his arms.

How does he handle the screaming/cussing at her? What does he do when she grabs his robe and says that to him? When she passes out? How does he react when she starts (epileptic) seizing at the medical ward/hospital? (he didn’t even know she was epileptic). What does he do when she wakes up? What does he do when he realizes she doesn’t remember what she said to him... or much of that battle and how she was injured so severely. Regardless of how much she scared him, he was still angry.

Side note: imagine Y/N falling from the sky after the battle and Yuno catching her with a wind spell and she looks like castle in the sky 🥰... and now that I said that I just realized how similar Yuno’s and Sheeta’s necklaces are! Just me? Okay.

Thank you for the love love love love Anony! ʕ ˵• ₒ •˵ ʔ ♡

& yes! I love kaneki from Tokyo Ghoul!! I crack my fingers like him too HAHAHA!!!

Also your writing is immaculate honey. It's beautiful and detailed I won't be changing the front scenario. I'll be going straight to the boy's reaction!!

Asta | Finral | Yuno | Leopold x f! reader Warning: Cursings

With the last of her strength, Y/N grabs his robe, pulls her head next to his ear, and chuckles before hoarsely whispering Why do you care? It’s my life. If you care so much then what are you gonna do about it?” Her trembling grip on his robe loosens and she passes out; dropping back into his arms.

Asta

"What are you talking about y/n?!" he shook you gently, your limp body didn't respond to him, "Of course I care! I wanted to confess to you! I swear I did! After the battle of the spade kingdom was over! We were all so busy!" Asta screams at you. But you heard none of it.

You started having seisures when the healers arrive and this boy was a panic mess.

“OH MY GOD What is going on?!” He was screaming at the top of his lungs rushing to your side instantly, he held onto your body, holding you tight, as though he could stop the trembling.

“Asta, please move aside we need to help her now” the healers tried to peel him away but Asta couldn’t hear any of them talk, he was in a frenzy, tears pouring from his eyes in panic.

“ASTA.” Yami tore him away from your body with his brute strength and held him down, “take her to the hospital now!”

The black bull kid struggled against his captain’s strength in vain efforts.

“CALM DOWN” Yami shouted at his ears and Asta snapped out of his trance. “She’ll be okay kiddo. She’s strong.”

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It has been a week and Asta never left from your side. He barely ate or spoke, nobody saw Asta in this state before. Yami just told everyone to leave Asta alone and to give him time.

You stirred. Your fingers twitched and your eyelids slowly peeled open.

“Y/n!” Asta croaked, rushing straight to your side, “I’ll call the doctors!”

After the doctors got you checked out, Asta sat by your bedside, patting your hair. “You feeling ok?”

“I’m thirsty”

He quickly grabbed the water and a straw for you, helping you sit up in the bed.

“What happened to me? How did I end up here?” You asked him quietly.

Asta looked at you, eyes widen in astonishment.

“You can’t remember?” He gasped. “Anything?”

You shook your head, “I only remember this big devil and we were fighting it but I don’t have any memories of anything else..”

He refreshed your memory and told you about how you WHOOSHED and PHEW and then went spiralling down.

“So..” you took in all that he said and understood his language, “you saved me?”

“Uh huh!” Asta’s voice boomed, “PLEASE DON’T DO ANY CRAZY THING LIKE THAT AGAIN Y/N!! EVERYONE WAS WORRIED!”

“I WAS REALLY WORRIED TOO!!” and before you had anytime to react, Asta pulled you tightly into his arms, "Don't go doing anymore crazy things y/n!! It makes my heart WHOOP and BOOM BOOM all crazy at once! You can always depend on me!"

You smiled into his chest at his confession as you gently hugged him back.

Finral Roulacase

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck." Finral caught you with his spatial magic and held you in his arms. "y/n don't die on me here."

As you whispered those words and pass out, Finral screams in frenzy, "Y/N!!!! Y/N!!!" His eyes wide in shock and horror at the thought of you leaving his world forever.

Red streaks plastered all over his eyeballs, the veins at his temples popping out in distress as he clung onto you and screamed until his voice went hoarse.

"FINRAL!" Yami slapped him across his face, one hand pulling him from the front of his shirt. Yami was kneeling on one knee in front of the two of you. "She's still alive, get a grip on yourself. Move. NOW."

Finral's cheeks were burning and he could feel a swell coming. But he couldn't care less. He immediately came to his senses and carried you into his spatial magic to the hospital immediately.

When you reached the hospital, and the nurses pull a stretcher for you, you started seizing on the stretcher.

"Y/N!!" SOMEONE HELP! PLEASE!!" He held on tightly to your hand as tears started streaming down his face as the fear of losing you engulfed him again.

"Sir please, this is an emergency, we need to wheel her in to the emergency room right now!" The nurses had to hold Finral back as they rushed you into the emergency room.

Finral broke down on the floor with his face buried in his hands.

"Hey." A hand draped over Finral's shoulder, "It's going to be okay. Y/n is a really tough cookie." Vanessa's voice rang through his ears in hopes to comfort her best friend.

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You woke up and found Finral perched on the side of your bed, he was asleep, but his hands held onto yours.

Your heart swelled at the sight of your hands in his, but you knew that Finral only cared for you like a (younger/older) sister.

You tried to slowly slipped your hand out of his, but his fingers instinctively caught onto yours and his grip on your hands were tighter.

He stirred as he looked up, eyes heavily laced with sleep. "y/n!" He sprang up straight in his seat. "You're awake!" He smiled at you, relief washing over him.

"Don't you ever be so reckless again, you hear!?" he started chiding you after making sure you were all ok, "what are you? A crazy child??"

"Wha- WAIT." you cut him off, "What in the world happened after Megicula appeared? I don't remember a thing."

Finral looked at you, mouth hanging open, you didn't remember diving straight for Vanica and destroying the both of you together and you didn't remember being heavily wounded, and running of out energy and falling from that height? and everything he said? and you said?

"FINRAL." you snapped him out of daze. "hello?"

"oh em." He calmed down a little, "I'll fill you in soon, it's a looong story..."

He pressed the button to call for the doctors.

Throughout the entire time, he was still holding on to your hand.

Yuno Grinberryall

It was his fault, he was careless and didn't look out for you properly. He cushioned you with his wind magic and caught you in his arms.

"Why the fuck are you so reckless?" he looked at you, face a mixture of frustration and worry, "Why the fuck won't you rely on me?"

As you grabbed his robe and whispered, "Why do you care? What are y-"

He interrupted you by sealing a kiss onto your lips.

You gathered whatever strength you had left to hold onto the kiss, but your consciousness started drifting away, you didn't want to let go but you felt you grip losing it's strength.

"y/n?" Yuno's lips parted from yours and he whispered, looking at your face and you passed out in his arms. "y/n!!"

He flew you straight to the hospital.

When the seizures started happening, his eyes widened in shock and he immediately flew to your side and held both your hands on either side. "What's wrong with her?!" A wide eyed Yuno stared at the doctors as they scrambled to resuscitate you.

"Y/n!" Yuno just couldn't lose you like this. Not now, not ever. He wanted to tell you, he just didn't know how to and now, he could only grip onto your body that was trembling.

"Yuno." Klaus grabbed onto both his shoulders and pried him away from you, "let the doctors do their thing."

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He sat at the corner of your bed, and the moment your fingers just slightly moved, he flew by your side.

He looked at you as your eyes slowly opened, a look of concern plastered on his face as calmness slowly took over his frenzied heart.

"Yuno? What happened?" You struggled to get up, the golden dawn vice captain quickly and gently helped you. "How did I get here?"

Really? You don't remember anything? Yuno eyes scanned you up and down in disbelief of what he heard.

"I remember us fighting Zenon.." you seemed to understand his body language as you tried recalling what had happened, "Oh my god! how is everything?! What happened?!"

You almost sprang to your feet and Yuno had to hold you in place. You had both his hands on either sides of your shoulders.

"Don't be so reckless ever again. When things get too tough for you to handle, depend on me. Call for me. Hide behind me. I'll protect you." Yuno said those words as he stared straight into your eyes.

"What happened Yuno..?" You blushed shyly at the sudden confession from him. "Why are you saying all these out of the blue?"

Yuno leaned in closer to you, "This happened," he pressed his lips onto yours, continuing the kiss from earlier on.

Leopold Vermillion

"y/n?" he looked at you as your grip on his robe loosens, his eyes wide in horror like his worst nightmares has happened, you falling back into his arms, your eyes closed.

Because he saw the horror of his brother being ripped off of his arm and laying unconscious in front of him, he had his traumas. He was always so scared that he'll have to witness you get hurt and today the worst has happened.

He was speechless as he held you in his arms, trembling, shaking as his lips turned pale.

"Don't leave just like that y/n.." he muttered under his breath.

"Leo! Is y/n okay?!" Fuegoleon rushed to both your sides, finding you unconscious, he rushed you to the hospital.

When you started having seizures upon being laid on the stretcher, Leo went into a frenzy.

"NO! Y/N!" he wanted to run over to your side, to hold you so that you would never slip away but he was held back by his brother.

"Calm down Leo! leave it to the doctors!" Fuegoleon shook his brother by the shoulder.

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For the next few days, the young Vermillion guarded by your side. Hardly eating or drinking.

Your eyelids twitched. Once, twice..

Leopold noticed it and sprang upright on his seat, leaning in closer to you.

"y/n?" he spoke in a hushed tone.

"Leo..?" Your eyelids fluttered open as your eyes gazed upon him. "where am I?"

"In the hospital, duh!" his tone still gentle and hushed, as though any loud noise could break you.

You tried sitting up but your body felt wobbly and exhausted. "Whoa, what happened to me?" you realised all the needles and tubes on you.

Leo quickly rushed to help you sit up. "you don't remember?" he pulled back and looked at you with an exasperated expression, "anything?"

You closed your eyes tightly and tried to recall, "I can't remember anything after Dante arrived.." you remained silent, still trying to recall.

"My head hurts.." you said after awhile, failing to retrieve any memory.

"Don't think!" his voice almost cracked as he panicked over you again, he didn't want to see you in any pain. "You were really reckless as usual y/n.. Don't ever do that again or I wont forgive you so easily.."

"I don't remember what I did," you pouted, "and if it's to protect the Vermillion family or the clover kingdom, I wouldn't regret it, even if it means you hate me or won't forgive me." your heart winced a little thinking about what happened if Leopold hated you.

Leopold was silenced by your words.

"In that case, I'll protect you from now on. I'll train extra hard and be extra strong, just so I could protect the kingdom and you." The young lion cub looked at you with seriousness on his face.

-end-

I'll take awhile to do Zora, Mars, Patri & Nozel because I'll be giving the other requests in queue the slot first! Hehe you're supposed to request 4 characters per requests bb Anony ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ

#black clover #black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover asta #asta x reader #finral roulacase #finral x reader #yuno grinberryall #yuno x reader #yuno grinberryall x reader #leopold vermillion #leopold x reader

[chil2de]

Hii! It's me again, the "teasing mom's broyfriend" anon. I just- you about killed me with that sequel. Hot doesn't even begin to describe it, really 🥵🥵

I have more :))

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Megumi knows. He knows what a slut you are, knows you've been fucking his father behind his and your mom's back. He knows you only got with him to provoque his father. He knows all of that. And yet, he can't let go of you. He won't do his father this favour.

He avoids going to your mom's house with you as best he can, bc he just can't stand the two of you doing this to her, the poor woman doesn't deserve it. He never touches you when you come back from your mom's, bc he just knows you've been with him. There is, however, an exception. The only thing that can make him help you tease his dad is when they fight.

When it happens, Megumi goes visit your mom with you, and whenever she can't see it, he makes it a point to touch you a little more than would be appropriate in front of Toji. The mix of Megumi's hands all over you and Toji's warning glare could probably make you cum right then and there. Once, when your mom was out doing grocery shopping and Toji stayed behind with the two of you, Megs was all to eager to fuck you, make you scream his name, all for Toji's benefit.

Oh, you do so love it when they fight. You know you should hope for peace and harmony between father and son, but you have much more fun when they are at each other's throat.

You wonder what you would have to do to have both of them filling you up at the same time...

ugh okay sorry if this post is just a massive wall of text i had to cut down on spacing because i kept reaching tumblr’s limit on characters, and uh... incase you couldn’t tell, shit’s about to get serious if i wrote this much LOL this probably looks so clunkyyy :(( i apologise but i have like a line left or two? so i’ll compress everything by saying a massive thank you because this would not have been possible without your sexy ass intellect. i was seriouly fucking dying writing this, it might be the first or second piece i’m genuinely proud of and i thank you :) i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it

this piece makes sense as a standalone, but works a lot better if you read the previous piece! read my disclaimer here if you’re new <3

w.c: 2.8k / characters: 15k (incl spaces) and a special thank you to my beloved anonie. couldn’t have done it without you ❤️

day and night: two.

your bedroom door shuts with a quiet ring. you can only slump down against it, knees held into your chest. your thighs are still quivering like a poor little lamb.

as you move to type out a text for megumi to not come over, there’s a faint knock at the window. your heart burns, throat clogged and knees weak.

you don’t know if you can get up. hell, you don’t know if you should get up. there’s another few delicate rips against the glass and you manage to stumble over in fear of attracting toji’s attention.

“megumi?!” you mouth his name in alarm, dismay crawling onto your features.

your boyfriend gives you a dead once over, noting your matted hair, smeared mascara and weak posture.

of course he knows.

you can discern it clearly from the way he refuses to meet your gaze.

“can you just let me in?” he whispers, tone flat as his index motions over to the lock of the window.

you don’t know what to do.

after all, you’ve still got toji’s cum flowing inside you from earlier.

you fumble backwards, moving to allow his lanky figure to slip inside. megumi manages to hoist his leg up and over, squeezing inside with ease. he closes the window shut behind him, pulling the curtains.

“m-megumi? what are you doing he-“

he doesn’t have time to waste.

megumi knocks the wind out of your lungs as his cold hands seize the sides of your head, stealing your lips for a kiss. he tugs at your bottom lip, tongue drinking you in for a couple of moments like you’re the last meal he’ll ever eat.

“shit.” he hisses, pulling his face back and screwing his eyebrows in mutiny.

oh, but if you didn’t love the way he looked at you like you were pure filth.

“you taste like him. it’s disgusting.” he spits, wiping his delicate lips with the back of his hand.

he knew, but there was always a part of him that wished you wouldn’t submit yourself to the likes of toji. he just had to see it for himself.

“come on, megumi-chan~ thats no way to talk to your girlfriend, is it?

your mother doesn’t deserve this. megumi doesn’t deserve the heartache, either.

megumi can’t see anything but the spitting image of his father all over your body, licking and fondling all the same crevices that he has. but he can’t get enough of you. he can’t stop, can’t turn away from you. he knows that at the end of the day you're spoon-feeding him phrases he wants to hear.

but you’re so good to him.

your pussy fits him like a glove. your hand intertwines with his perfectly. your head is the perfect size to cuddle onto his chest.

there’s something about you that makes you more addicting than nicotine.

bony and slender fingertips ghost over your thighs. you can’t help the squeak that hiccups from you. megumi raises an eyebrow in scepticism before flipping the hem of your miniskirt up.

he scoffs, slicking his long middle finger against your hot cunt.

“don’t hold it in.” he reprimands you, flashing a grimace as you squabble with him.

“b-but toji-“

“but what? am i not good enough for you?”

you swallow thickly, chanting a small prayer before allowing toji’s cum to drip out of your pussy. you shiver, goosebumps licking your skin when you can feel the warmth of his seed ooze and coat your soft thighs. you can’t avoid the burn of megumi’s regard as he watches the cum slowly flow out of you.

he’ll make you want him.

megumi can’t fully comprehend why you keep running back to his father instead of him, why you choose toji over him. like father like son, it evokes a bubble of magma in the form of competition and jealousy.

he’ll make you beg for him. that’s for sure.

“get on the bed.” he whispers, tone cold and even. there’s no warmth to his voice, even with his usual monotonous tendencies you can tell you struck a nerve. it makes your stomach churn, butterflies swooping in and adorning your vital organs.

like a moth drawn to a flame, as though you have no mind of your own, you step backwards until the back of your knees kiss the metal frame of your bed. megumi towers over you, pushing you backwards as he crawls in between your thighs.

the crisp ring of his zipper sliding down clashes against the room. why should he undress himself properly for the likes of someone like you?

“there’s no point in prepping you. i think you know that.” megumi sighs, relieving his twitching cock from the confines of his painfully tight boxers.

you can feel the avarice swirl in your abdomen, cold fear stilling in your veins at the mere thought that you could get caught by toji at any second. it makes your fingertips tingle and stomach churn. when you wail a needy whimper, megumi only shakes his head before plastering his icy cool hand against your wet lips.

a part of megumi wants to let all hell break loose. if he allows you to moan as you please, it won’t be just toji hearing your cries of ecstasy. knowing your mother, perhaps she’d be a little glad to know that your boyfriend is meeting your needs sufficiently. whereas toji?

it puts him in a predicament. from a bystanders point of view, toji has no right to storm in here and to shriek at megumi for blowing your brains out.

why?

because he’s not your dad.

he’s not a paternal figure in your life. there’s no right for him to say what you can and cannot do. he won’t hold that kind of reign over you like your mother does. and megumi likes that. he relishes the idea of toji being forced to listen to you babble megumi’s name, to mewl and cry for him to hit it deeper whilst he can’t do anything but complain.

it’s not like you haven’t heard your mother with other men plenty of times. it’s only natural, right? hell, she’ll probably gossip with you about it.

a carnal desire glosses over megumi’s steel blue gaze. like a wolf waiting to pounce onto a hare. he can see the way your thighs squeeze, how you gulp before him with those doe eyes of yours. you’re practically purring underneath him. for once, megumi gathers the reasoning to understand why his father finds you so intriguing. there’s nothing better than having your own toy melt and oblige under every command.

your boyfriend’s hand finds its way to your chest, where he rests the palm flat underneath your breasts. he steadies himself, using you as leverage as he guides his dick through the cum stained mess of your cunt. your heart pounds in anticipation, drool coating the back of your tongue as your pussy throbs around him. he manages to fit his tip in, dragging the enlarged and sensitive muscle against your walls. your ankles flutter around megumi’s waist, lower body strength trembling as you attempt to pull him in further.

“m-megs- please..”

“what?” he screws his eyebrows, staring you down. you can’t find the words in you to plead for him.

“what the hell? why act all coy now?“

“that’s not how we do things around here, is it? so spit it out. i won’t get what you’re trying to say otherwise.”

megumi slips his dick out, grinding against your clit as his torso flushes against yours. he pulls you in for a quick kiss, enough to relinquish his appetite, but not enough to taste the filth that corrupts your sweet and innocent lips.

“those cute little whines of yours won’t help you, either.” his breath flickers against your skin, sticky tongue licking trails as he works to mark up your neck. you can feel the tears prick your eyes already. you’re suddenly hyper aware of your heartbeat pounding in your ears, how it throbs against your cunt and the droplets of perspiration trickling along your skin. you can feel megumi’s pulse heavy against your clit, the way his dick twitches as he smears the tip through the folds of your slick. it’s slowly driving him insane. but that’s okay. even through the static that bounces around in his skull- he knows that you hate it more.

after all, your boyfriend knows best.

your fingernails soar around to megumi’s back. you want to scratch him, but you can’t access his toned skin through the layers of his jacket. instead, you’re left fumbling and scrunching the fabric like a feline with an insatiable desire to itch its claws.

“megumi- please, it’s too much-“ you huff through laboured breaths, peering up at him through tear stained eyelashes.

it’s almost enough to make him melt. almost.

“what is?”

“this?”

he shifts himself back up, grabbing his dick and slipping only the tip in once more. he allows you a few centimetres extra before dipping back out and repeating the process again. megumi’s gaze locks with yours, as though he’s asking ‘is this what you want?’

“s-stop teasing me.. just put it in alreadyy~” you choke out a groan of frustration, ready to slam your hips down onto the full length of his shaft.

“why should i?”

“megumi, i swear to god- if you don’t fuck me right now-“

“-or what? you’ll go to my dad? good luck, when you couldn’t even fulfill your duties as being his toy.”

so fucking humiliating.

the way megumi instantly stands up and proceeds to stuff his still hard and leaking dick back into his boxers.

he’ll deal with it later.

you’re left stuttering, unable to form any coherent words, thoughts or insults to spew back at him. legs wide open, cunt empty and glistening in the blue tint of the moonlight.

he leans over, swiping some of your excess drool with his thumb before dipping it into your mouth. he half expects you to lick at his thumb, convince him to stay a little longer, but his skin sits in your mouth like a forgotten thermometer for a couple of seconds.

“if only you could see your face right now.” he hums, tone flat with a certain mockery.

sometimes, as the days pass, you can notice his resemblance growing closer and closer to toji.

-

the following day

you haven’t left the quarters of your room for the entire day. you’re stuck in bed, face mushed into the confines of your pillow. you’ve always held high regards of the fact that your libido isn’t necessarily extremely high, but when you’re promised dick just to be neglected of it? shit feels like you’re in heat. you can’t go to toji, because you’re mother’s home. not only that, but he’d be sure to teach you one of his lessons. you’re already shivering thinking of the conversation with him, how you’d even try to dig out of that hole you were already so deep in.

you can’t call megumi either… at least not for now. you sigh wistfully into the pillow, kicking your legs about on your bed as you hiss a groan of turmoil.

there’s a sudden knock at the door that snaps you out of your haze. it leaves you pumped, blood coursing through your veins and you shoot up like an attentive little puppy about to be taken for a walk.

“it’s open!” you clear your throat, humming.

the disappointment rocks your features so clearly that it’s embarrassing. it’s just your mother.

“you okay? thought you died in here, baby. lunch is ready, and your lovely megumi-kun came to say hello.”

what?

“megumi? that’s nice. did he leave a message or anything? like he just dropped by to say hello or-“

“hm? oh, no. he’s having lunch with us.”

“is everything okay, dear?”

“yeah! yeah, i’m good. sorry, i spaced out a little bit. small headache, that’s all. i’ll change clothes and i’ll come out to eat.” you dismiss your mother, keeping in the hyperventilation you’re about to undergo. she gives you a small glance of concern before returning to the dining room to serve her guests.

“(y/n)! we were just talking about you!” your mother hums, gifting you a smile of warmth and radiance as she pours drinks into some cups.

you can feel toji’s mocking stare dig holes into your skin.

you can fucking feel it.

you can imagine him saying it.

“slut.”

at the six chaired table, you scurry to sit the furthest away from megumi and toji. your mother shoots you a sideways glance, motioning for the seat between toji and megumi. you swallow thickly, awkwardly striding over to take a seat.

your knee accidentally knocks into toji’s and you instantly utter an apology.

“you should be.” he mutters underneath his breath, disguising the words as a sigh.

“so? you said you were talking about me?” you straighten yourself, perking up a semblance of cheerfulness and perfect innocence.

“oh, right! toji was just telling me how stuffed you were yesterday!”

your lids flicker in shock and you abruptly stare at toji, whose half lidded jade green eyes slowly land on yours before locking to meet your attention for a few seconds.

“sorry, what?” you stutter, finding it difficult to believe the situation.

“you know, the food? are you sure you’re alright, honey? you’ve been acting strange since this morning.”

“i’m fine, i swear. just some painkillers would be nice.”

when your mother turns around to rummage for some painkillers, she emits a squeak of alarm at the lack of them.

please. you’ll do anything to get out of this predicament.

“are we out? i can go grab some-“

“-no, that’s okay. i’ll head out. i need to grab a few extra things for dinner anyway. you three, make nice with each other!”

sure.

when the door shuts, you realise you’re out of options.

you can’t run away.

“so, megumi. how’s eating up after my leftovers feel?”

“leftovers? because one woman wasn’t enough for you?” megumi scoffs, averting his gaze.

“it’s not my problem that your woman came running to me. doesn’t that say something about you?”

“like what?”

“like, you can’t fuck her properly?”

“i can’t fuck her properly? but you’re telling her to keep your cum inside her? don’t you care what’ll happen if she gets pregnant?”

“see, megumi. she’s on birth control. you didn’t know that? and besides, if i didn’t know any better-“

toji finally allows you his undivided attention, staring right through to your soul.

“-i’d think your little girlfriend here likes walking around with my cum inside her.”

you’d be able to run a butter knife through the tension hanging in the air. the room holds its breath, and as do you in compliment of trying not to set things off into a piping hot mess.

“isn’t that right-“

“-princess?”

your fight or flight response kicks in at the malicious tone that coats toji’s tongue. you swallow thickly, throat parched and lips cracked.

but fuck.

if it isn’t the most arousing thing- the two of them squabbling over you.

toji screws his face at you, features lighting in a mix of awe and delight.

“really? you’re seriously enjoying this?” toji hums with mockery, eyebrows perking at your unusual behaviour. he can smell the sweet nectar of your arousal slicking against your underwear.

you abruptly stand up, ready to leave.

megumi’s hand curls around your wrist. he slings your hand behind your back, slamming you over the table. some silverware and plates clatter and dash against the hardwood floor.

“answer the question, (y/n).” he hisses.

you whimper a soft whine. there’s no way you’re answering that.

“get your fucking hands off of her.” toji barks, kicking his chair back.

“try me.”

something washes over you. a premonition, say. that if you don’t speak up, someone will end up seriously injured.

“i can’t choose between you two. i just can’t. so i think it’s the best option if we just stop this completely.” you sigh, prying megumi off of you. his stance relaxes and you wince at the pain in your spine. you rub your wrists in slight agony, refusing to meet either of their gazes.

“it’s been fun, but i think it’s time to draw the line-“

“no.” toji remarks offhandedly.

“huh?” you contort your face in offence. there’s something thick on megumi’s face, too. it almost looks like determination?

“i said no.” toji reiterates, taking a stride towards you.

his index and thumb caress your chin, tilting your jaw up to look at him.

“i don’t care how long it takes. whether it’s me or him-“

“-i’m making you choose.”

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[soukokuwu]

could i please get a super soft scenario of just being on a date with dazai? maybe he had a bad day, so the reader decides to treat him for dinner, letting him choose their meal. afterwards, sitting on the grass at a park, with a blanket around them and watching the sunset. him cuddling into her, while she runs her fingers through his scalp and kisses his head. tysm :) i love ur writing and u seem like such a cool person irl

LOVEBUG.      genre. fluff      synopsis. people can change, even the most unlikely ones.      word count. 1.4k      author notes. this took so long for me to get out i’m so sorry!! but thanks for waiting, if you’re still here, and tysm for your kindness anony <33 hehe someone thinks i’m cool :3

times change, and so do people.

you are the catalyst of dazai’s change, the one that takes over him akin to a hurricane overwhelming a small city. but whereas a hurricane leaves a destruction in its wake, you grew flowers in the barren soil which was his life. where he would once rather drown in the ocean, now he drowns in thoughts of you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

there was a time where he would rejoice in being alone, to stop putting on a facade. because truth be told? it’s tiresome. but funny enough, where he deigns to be himself on a day-by-day basis, he deems it worthy when it’s with you.

because how can love be real when he doesn’t bare himself?

which is why when a case earlier that day reminded him of the only loss he ever grieved, he gets the overwhelming urge to just see you, to hug you and inhale the scent of your hair, the scent that naturally calms.

it’s a wednesday, and he usually doesn’t come over on work nights, but he can’t help himself. dazai allows himself to drag his feet over to your apartment uninvited.

tap. tap. tap.

slow, and weak, on the mahogany door.

you only just settled down after a long exhausting day at work, but already an unwonted visitor. you stifle a grumble, socks muting your harsh stomps against the marble floor, but any trace of irritation is carried away by the wind when you feel the familiar texture of bandaged arms brushing against your skin, and the subtle elation under his controlled murmur.

“i’m so glad to see you.”

you take a moment to collect yourself, before you return his hug. you stop yourself from asking the obvious ‘are you okay’ because you think it redundant. for dazai to go out of his way and visit you out of the blue? something is definitely bothering him. but it isn’t your place to pry — you know it’s impossible for him to talk about his cases (you deduce that it’s the only factor in the current that would make him feel this way). however, there is one thing you can do as his girlfriend.

make an effort.

you drag your boyfriend inside and shut the door behind him, observing as he flings himself down onto the sofa, the perfect embodiment of exhaustion. whatever it is that managed to bring him down this bad just means you have that much more work to do to pull him back up. and no, you don’t mind at all, actually. on the contrary, you love being the one he entrusts these particular notions to. you know he would rarely ever let anyone else’s actions dictate his mood. except yours.

in that honeyed voice of yours, you lean down and let your thumb ghost his lips, earning yourself a pout from your boyfriend as he looks up at you. “tell me anything you want for dinner, i’ll whip it up for you,” you offer.

dazai grins, sitting up and presses the tip of his nose against yours, a glint in his eyes. “i know just the thing i want.”

“are you sure this is all you want?”

dazai chuckles at your skepticality, offering only a grin in response, jabbing his fork down onto the meat and swallowing it readily.

now it’s your turn to giggle. it still baffles you how this is his idea of a perfect dinner: crab from a can with bottled sake from the supermarket. he’s aware that you can cook up a much better, high-end version of this, with your knack for fancy plating and wanton knowledge of compatible herbs.

but you know better than to question it. his answer would probably be much too complicated for you anyway. so you roll with it. not everything has to have an answer. you know when probing is unnecessary. this is one of those times. it isn’t too difficult to just be content with what you have. because you are. very. just lounging with dazai, sitting on the floor eating on the coffee table.

it’s simple. homely.

the both of you have a lively debate on the alleged corruption of one of the state senators, occasionally being sidetracked by the music playing on the television. by the time the two of you finish up, you notice the sun sinking lower and lower against the sky. you glance at your watch, twenty-three minutes left, give or take.

“what is it?” dazai asks with a simple head-tilt and wondering eyes.

now you grin in reply, “come on, let me take you somewhere.”

fifteen minutes later you’re leaning against his side, sitting on the freshly cut grass, watching as the sun sets on the horizon, the orange resembling fire hearths and tangerines. you feast your eyes on the sight before you as the rich hues of orange blends with purples and crimsons.

you always liked sunsets. they remind you of fresh colours brushing upon a blank canvas, leaves you wondering how something so beautiful managed to exist in the first place.

“a masterpiece, isn’t it?” you subconsciously ask, your gaze fixed on the sky before you, an unobstructed view thanks to your many-a-times spent wandering around the park near your home.

“yeah, it is.”

dazai isn’t agreeing with you though, not completely. because while you’re admiring the scenery, he’s admiring you. you’re the only masterpiece in his eyes, a timeless existence being captured in the lock of your gaze. he shifts his pupils back to the centre before you can catch him staring at you, though.

but he finds that that mere few seconds of admiring you isn’t enough. so he casually lays his head on your thighs, much to your surprise. you try to lean back, aware that it isn’t the most flattering angle for him to see you in, but he reaches up to move your face back into place.

“you’re beautiful, belladonna, don’t hide that.”

you can feel a heat creep up on your cheeks as you sheepishly smile back at him and give in. besides, when have you ever been able to say no to him?

and maybe now you do understand why he prefers the simple things. because as the blanket of the velvety night signals the end of the drowning sun, a thought pops into your head.

there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. because it’s not about what you’re doing, it’s about who you’re with. and never did you think you’d ever be enough for someone as prodigious as dazai osamu, but that isn’t important. what matters is that he thinks so, and he does. you know it. he’s shown it to you countless times, even if they are through subtle, unconventional means.

so you text your boss to request a sick leave tomorrow, something you have never done so just because you’re the hardworker that you are. but when you peer down at your beloved boyfriend’s blissful face, you think that some things deserve more weightage in your life as opposed to corporations that largely looks at their workers as being replaceable.

that night you wrap the blanket you prepared around the both of you as you shift to lie down on his chest, letting the steady pulse of his heartbeat envelop your ears. you call out to him, only to get his rhythmic breathing as a response. slowly, you flicker your eyes up to peek at him. he’s already asleep. and you exhale a silent laugh at how absolutely harmless he looks in this state.

he was the one that came to you seeking refuge from his troubles, so how did it end up helping you blow your own negativity away? he really is a remarkable person, you think.

“i love you,” you whisper to him, before you let yourself fall prey to your enervation.

and as your consciousness slips away, you think you hear the faint rustle of sleeves and the muffled murmurs of someone trying to tell you something.

“i’d stay alive forever if it meant i could spend an eternity with you.”

but you’re already fast asleep, and it’s okay. because the man with the voice responsible for such earnest words knows. he knows he’s going to spend his entire life convincing you so.

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[jangmi-latte]

Hey, its the anon who requested the singer scenario. I did not expect that you used musicals, especially I recognized "Defying Gravity" from Wicked and "Million Dreams" from The Greatest Showman. Because of it, I really wanted the same scenario but with Kamil, Vil, and Malleus with the fem reader who sings but this time, is singing with various languages from her world. Love your writing by the way.

❞ 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐞 ❝

➻ content: a singing latte

➻ warnings: none

➻ comments: welcome back to my cafe, dear anonie!

࿐. . . KALIM AL ASIM (ft. Pippin the bird) ; French

You hummed to yourself as you softly swayed, sitting on the sides of the fountain that was located in the middle of Scarabia. You were waiting for Kalim, who was taking quite a while with whatever Jamil called him for. There was nothing entirely important to do today. Classes were over and you just wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend.

He brought you to his dorm so that he could hear you sing again. He loves your voice and would often tell other students about your talent. Most of Scarabia already knows about your gift at this point. Right now, Kalim just wanted to spend time with you. Maybe ride a magic carpet, away from studies and just lay on your lap while you sing.

"Where is he?" you whispered to yourself as you looked at the entrance of the dorm. You sighed as you played with the waters. Suddenly, claws gently gripped/landed on your shoulders along with a gush of wind that made your hair fly around, "There you are, Pippin," you greeted Kalim's rose-breasted cockatoo who rubbed against your cheek while chirping.

Pippin flew down to your lap, looking up at you with a small tilt of her head before she nudged your chest, "What? You want me to sing?" you giggled and gently rubbed her wings. As if she understood, Pippin bobbed her head and chirped, "If you say so."

"J’avais rêvé d’une autre vie... Quand ma vie passait comme un rêve... J’étais prête à toutes les folies...À toutes les passions qui se lèvent. [I dreamed of another life...When my life passed like a dream... I was ready for all madness... To all the passions that arise.]” you softly sang. A beautiful song from your homeland that you and your mother would always sing.

The words fluently fell from your lips, your hands continued to grace on Pippin's feathers. The bird closed her eyes and comfortably perched herself on your lap. 

“J’étais si jeune où est le mal? Je voulais rire, aimer et vivre....[I was so young where is the harm? I wanted to laugh, love and live...]”

Flying down, on his magic carpet, Kalim has just ‘finished’ his duties and more or less relieved Jamil from following him around. ‘I’m just going to go to y/n!’ He told the vice dorm leader. Ah, what a relief. No, he doesn’t trust Kalim, he trusts you and he’ll cherish the small taste of freedom he’ll receive from being away from the male. 

Anyways, Kalim flew around Scarabia and once he saw you, he was in the middle of flying down before he heard your melodic voice. Just a few feet above you, he laid on his stomach and leaned on his hands. He couldn’t understand the words coming out from your lips but your soft tune was enough to leave him in awe.

“Danser jusqu'à la fin du bal...Ivre du bonheur d'être libre...[Dance until the end of the ball,...Drunk with the happiness of being free...]” you continued to serenade. Pippin felt the wind softly sway around, opening her eyes, she looked up and squawked at the sight of Kalim. You hummed and followed Pippin’s direction of sight, “Oh! Kalim!” you gleamed. His magic carpet slowly and carefully moved down to you, “That was amazing, y/n!” he complimented.

“I didn’t understand anything but the way you sang it made me want to hear it again!” he laughed and jumped down from his carpet. Pippin flew up and landed on his shoulder as he sat beside you on the fountain, “I don’t mind singing it for you,” you smiled. He laid on your lap, your hands raking through his locks.

“Please do!”

࿐. . . VIL SCHOENHEIT (ft. Rook Hunt) ; Filipino

The dance studio in Pomefiore was emptied, one by one the students left, leaving you, Rook, and Vil in the room. It was training, as Vil said. It somehow went smoothly, and the dorm leader was obviously relieved it was finally over. After all, you can’t avoid having reckless first years. 

The model was fixing his make up as he sat on one of the chairs, Rook was leaning by the window— probably observing the others —and you, you were sat on the floor, scanning through songs on your phone. Your earphones were plugged into ears as your soft hums was the only thing heard in the studio.

“Psst.”

“Hm?”

Vil looked up from his compact mirror with an arched eyebrow, looking at Rook in confusion. The vice dorm head moved his head as if he was pointing to your direction, “Listen,” he smirked. The confused blond looked at your form that remained focused on scanning through your phone.

“Nung nakita kita sa tagpuan ni Bathala...May kinang sa mata na di maintindihan..[When I saw you in God’s place...There’s a glint in your eyes that I couldn’t understand..]” you softly sang along with the song that echoed in your ears. 

Both males did not understand the song you were singing. For sure, you have caught Vil’s attention once again. He knew about your beautiful voice, he said it was another asset that was fit for Pomefiore. He silently adored how smoothly the words left your lips, in a form of a beautiful melody.

Despite the language barrier, hearing you sing always relieves him for the stress he tries to avoid at all times. He was absentmindedly staring at you and Rook wouldn’t want to ruin the prefect’s good mood.

“Tumingin kung saan sinubukan kong lumisan...At tumigil ang mundo...Nung ako’y ituro mo..[Looking where I tried to leave...and the world stopped moving...when you pointed at me..]” The song had a sad tune to it. You didn’t look sad at all, but rather, you looked so calm and at peace as the words effortlessly yet gracefully moved along your tongue. That belt you did at the end surprised both males.

You were truly talented.

“At hindi ka lumayo... Nung ako yung sumusuko...At nagbago ang mundo.. Nung ako'y pinaglaban mo.....At tumigil ang mundo...Nung ako'y pinili mo...Siya ang panalangin ko...[And you did not go far...when I was the one to give up...and the world changed..when you fought for me...and the world stopped moving...when you chose me..He is my prayer...].”

“What a beautiful voix [voice], y/n!” Rook clapped which caught your attention immediately, looking at the reflection of both blonds with red cheeks, “D-Did I sing too loud?” you embarrassingly scratched your cheek, “I didn’t mind it at all,” Vil commented and closed his compact mirror and sending you a charming smile.

“I love it when you sing.”

࿐. . . MALLEUS DRACONIA (ft. Lilia Vanrouge) ; Japanese

“y/n.”

You looked over at your senior from over your shoulder. By senior, you meant the old fae that was looking at his phone with a peculiar glint in his eyes. He was probably too engrossed from whatever he was watching, “Yes, senior Lilia?” “I told thou to just address me as Lilia, dear,” he responded before laying back.

He took off the plug of his earphones from his phone, “Malleus told me about a song that he known from Ignihyde’s dorm leader,” Lilia gestured over to the fae that descended down the stairs, “That’s right. Somehow, I heard you singing it from your room,” the younger male admitted as he approached you.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before turning your chair over to face them, “What song?” you asked and Lilia gave you his phone, “I guess 'twere this one. That's what Idia sent me.” You took the phone from him and listened to the song. That’s right, it was one of your favorite songs from your homeland. You smiled and read the lyrics, “I know this song. It was from my homeland indeed.” You hummed the tune.

“Can you sing it?”

You looked up at your boyfriend in surprise, “You want me to sing it?” you repeated, “Of course, child of man. I want to hear you sing again,” he said, giving you his own smile, “I would love to hark a native speaker like thou sing a song from thy homeland,” Lilia added.

With a shy closed lip smile, you nodded and glanced back at the phone, “Tsui ni toki wa kita...Kinou made wa...Joshou no joshou de..[Finally, the time has come... Everything up 'til yesterday was a preface of prologue..]” you easily followed along with the song. 

Malleus has took a seat next to Lilia, his eyes admiringly stared at you. Lilia was fascinated at how your lips gracefully moved along with the words. A language so foreign yet beautifully sung by a singer. Though, they may not understand, it was soothing enough to hear something new every once and a while.

“Tobashi yomi de ii kara...Koko kara ga boku da yo...Keiken to chishiki to...Kabi no haekakatta...Yuuki wo motte...Imada katsute nai SUPIIDO de..Kimi no moto e DAIBU wo..[It's fine if you just skimming it through...Because it's my turn from now on...My experience and my knowledge...And all the courage I had let start to mildew...At an unprecedented speed..I will dive right into you]”

Another thing Malleus adored was your smile. How your lips would curve up as you sung out the lyrics, you were enjoying yourself and Malleus couldn’t have asked for more. He was pleased, “Madoromi no naka de...Namanurui KOORA ni...Koko de nai dokoka wo.. Yume mita yo...Kyoushitsu no..Mado no soto ni...Densha ni yurare... Hakobareru asa ni...[ And when I dozed off into a lukewarm can of cola, I dreamed of a world that so far from here. Searching outside of the classroom window, or in a morning that's brought from the rocking train..]”

That was quite a fast structure of words and you gracefully pulled it off. Just as the song trailed off into a musical, your laughter was heard as you gave the song back to Lilia, “It’s a beautiful song, but I must admit I don’t memorize all of it.” You stood up. “And you sung it beautifully,” Malleus said and wrapped an arm around your waist, “You can sing us to sleep with how soothing your voice is.”

“Are thou calling me out and changing mine lullabies for her songs, Malleus?” Lilia pouted, “Worry not, dear, thy voice is amazing.” He smiled at you while you giggled in return.

“Thank you.”

“I still prefer her voice over yours Lilia..”

“Hey!”

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[loliwrites]

Okay so this might be kinda odd but I can see Alex coming home from a really long shoot and the kids are maybe winding down for bed and they’re all sat watching a film on the couch or something and Alex comes in quietly and sits next to her and he’s so pleased to see them all but he has one thing on his mind! He’s just like whispering to her ‘I want sex’ and ‘please I really want it’ like how a child would ask for chocolate or something 😂 it just makes me giggle! Would you mind expanding on this maybe? 🥺 - 🐬

Anonymous said: Oh I forgot to add Addis like ‘Alex you can’t have it now’ ‘you need to wait’ and Alex isn’t having any of it and he’s just like subtly rubbing her thighs and being like ‘pleaseeee’ 🥺  - 🐬

I don’t think this is odd at all, sweet Dolph-non. I think this is a classic case of wanting what you can’t have -- parental style. And I’m here for it, because I think this is an important line to explore. It’s healthy for children to see their parents/guardians show affection to each other (obviously to a degree, y’all). Healthy relationships just don’t pop out of nowhere, they have to be grown and nurtured and it’s important for children to see that their adults can show love in a positive and healthy way. Now obviously you’re not gonna bang one out in front of the kiddos...

Alex is BIG into this (the showing affection part, not banging one out in front of the nuggets). His upbringing was family here, family there, family everywhere. People’s relationship with affection (and sex) in Scandinavia is generally a lot more liberal than what Addi’s used to in the States. She rarely saw her parents hug, let alone kiss. There was that one time as a child she walked in on them, but that paled in comparison to the multiple times Alex had walked in on his. So the hugging from behind, and quick pecks to the lips, cheeks, forehead, even the slow dancing to absolutely no music... that stuff didn’t end when the kiddos were born. And he didn’t shy away from those things even if they were in the room. Alex wanted his kids to know what good, romantic love looked like.

But just as you say Anony, he gets home from work early enough to beat the kids’ bedtime on the one night he was wishing they’d already be in bed. There’s nothing special about this day. It’s not an anniversary, it’s not a holiday, it’s just a regular ol’ Wednesday and Alex couldn’t get Addi out of his goddamn head. He fought the urges all day and now that he’s home, he doesn’t want to fight them anymore. 

The kiddos are blinking through their heavy eyelids when he enters the den. They’re obviously excited to see their papa is home, but between a mild form of sleep, and the fact that Addi’s distracting them with something like... Frozen on the TV... they’re not so inclined to hop up and greet him. Alex approaches each one and kisses the top of their heads before he settles in next to Addi. And suddenly, she feels like her family’s whole again: the two viking nuggets on one side of her and her big, viking man on the other. He kisses her too, on the lips, and wraps his arm around her shoulders so she can lean into his warm, muscular body. She does so without hesitation. 

He glances around her to spot the kids, noting that they're really on their last leg of consciousness for the night, and moves his free hand over to Addi’s lap, tucking his fingertips between her thighs. She flicks her eyes to his hand, then to his eyes, before looking back at the TV, now with a cheeky grin on her face.

Alex smiles and bends in, slowly kissing her neck and working his way up to her ear until he can nibble on her earlobe. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,”

She smiles and tucks her head into his, half-trying to get away from his tickling nibbles. But it only eggs him on to the point of running his fingers a little higher between her thighs. “Alexander,” she whispers so far under her breath, she’d be amazed if he hears it.

He smirks at the usage of his full name; a good indication to him that she’s being playfully serious. “I want to fuck you so badly,” he groans quietly and lowers his lips back to her neck, “I want to hear you moaning for me.”

“The kids,” she glances over at them, thankful they’re still blissfully unaware of what’s going on at the other end of the couch. “You have to wait,”

“I’ve been waiting all day. I need to be inside you,” he whispers in between kisses that trail up to her jaw. 

An involuntary hum floats past Addi’s lips. Alex returns it with a squeeze to her thigh.

“Let me make love to you, sweet girl.”

She can feel herself getting wetter with each word falling past his lips, and she knows she’s going to have a hell of a time controlling herself pretty soon. There’s only one option left...

Addi pulls herself away from Alex, walks over to the TV and clicks it off, “time for bed.” The kiddos groan but barely put up an actual fight. She glances back at Alex and takes a deep breath to steady herself.

He smiles and stands up, too. “Listen to mama. Come on, buddy,” he lifts one of the nuggets and cradles him against his shoulder. Alex waits for Addi to pick up the other one, but once she does so, he lets her pass him on the way to the kids’ bedroom, and gives her backside a playful pinch. She looks back with a playful frown, but is really ready to let Alex have his way with her tonight.

#alexander skarsgard drabble #alexander skarsgard imagine #alex skarsgard #alexander skarsgard #papa al #but also naughty al #asked #anonymous #🐬 #they are so gonna be perfect viking nuggets #affection

[urlocalbunny]

F-fluff please. I‘m lacking pre-dating fluff in the game. How about Vampire’s reaction to Eloise giving them affection for the first time, kissing his knuckles, a kiss on the cheek. Or first kissy or hug 🥰 They’re so guarded, emotionally, they must be surprised at least. I need flufffff (I hope this isn’t too vague)

Hello, anonie! Here it is! I hope you enjoy it.

Much loves *smooches ur forehead if you want and let me.*

Aaron:

Eloise was initially training with him. It was a productive night and they'd decided to shower and wrap it up. Eloise rested a little inside the tub, then she decided to drink some hot chocolate.

When she sat in the parlor in front of the fire, Aaron's presence made itself known as he approached her room and knocked. She smiled, waiting for him to pick on her trace. Soon enough, he stepped uncertainly through the stairs and opened the door. He sighed in relief.

"Thought I was passed out somewhere?" He nodded, blushing. She patted the space close to him from inside the thick blanket. He sat down awkwardly given his size, but Eloise grabbed his legs, making him sit comfortably and giving him a cup. "You said you can drink."

Aaron looked into her eyes, then he nodded, taking a small sip. Eloise laughed when his eyes widened, drinking more. A mustache formed on top of his lips. He licked it. The girl, then, did something that had Aaron's heart skipping more than a few beats.

Her hand lifted the blanket, covering him and scooting closer. Her hand held his, kissing his reddened knuckles. "You put a lot of effort into helping me. Thank you, Aaron. I promise I'll do my best to help you out too." Her head rested against his arm. Eloise slept after a while, but Aaron's heart was still beating loudly, more than any bark or howl he'd heard from the packs he's seen.

Raphael:

"But was Werther really friends with Charlotte at all? I mean, he's always seen her under a lover's perspective." This sentence made Raphael's hands shake in distress.

"Miss... Do you mean to tell me you think a man who has always liked a woman has more difficulty to be her friend?" He was thankful for the blindfold because his eyes darted everywhere.

"I mean... If suddenly the love is over, would anything in her seem interesting to him anymore? I think if he tries to befriend her first, it's actually genuine." His hands stopped shaking. He bit back the biggest smile he could muster in a while.

"They could be friends like us." She said, sitting on the armrest and holding the side of Raphael's head tenderly, kissing his forehead. "Then, think of something more from there. But alas, this is merely a book and Charlotte was already betrothed to a man."

"You mean to tell me we... You...?" "You know how to read between the lines, Raphael. I like that about you." With a last kiss on the cheek, Eloise left. Raphael covered his burning face with his hands, squealing and shaking his feet slightly.

Beliath:

Beliath felt the wind whip on his face on the narrow way to the manor after the club. He was buzzing a little, Ethan was talking and he listened to him just fine, but he wasn't answering like he was when they left the club. He laughed at the younger one's joke, seeing the lights on.

The door opened, and a smaller, bouncing silhouette jumped at the door. Ethan snorted in amusement, wishing him a good night and walking past her with a nod. Eloise stepped outside, smiling at him.

"Hey, you're home!" Everything after that went by really fast. Eloise wrapped her arms on his neck, holding him as close as she could while standing on her tiptoes. His heart raced, but he held her back after a little aftershock.

They didn't part ways for a while, and a few seconds in, he knew that if this hug was just a one-time thing, he was going to feel bad for the rest of the days they'd spend together. So he closed his eyes, brows furrowed, and squeezed her tight, making her giggle.

He sighed loudly, resting his face in the crook of her neck when he leaned down a little. Her body was warm, probably from the fireplace, and her smell was so sweet that he wished they would be more. He didn't even get scared anymore. He was in love with her.

Vladimir:

Vladimir was pent up after a few bad events and planning for some party Beliath wanted to host, so when Eloise saw him stomping up the halls to his room, she decided to go after him.

The girl barged in his room, making him frown as if he was about to explode, but she made a surrendering gesture to appease him and he kept it at bay, sighing in exasperation instead. She held his hand that untied his tie, doing it for him instead. He blushed deeply and his eyes widened.

"W-what are you d-doing, miss?" "Helping you out." She said, folding it carefully and putting it on the right place. She walked back to him, and untied his hair. "Sit down." Eloise kneeled on his bed after picking up a brush, starting to detangle his hair softly.

Even if he had the courage to say something, he didn't have the wish to. Her hands worked softly, complimenting his hair and giving him advice. He would've been angry had it been someone else in other situation, but her voice showed nothing but concern.

After that, Eloise wished him a good night, but he held her wrist, leading it to his head shyly. She giggled, the sweetest sound to his ears right now. Even after sleeping, Vladimir's face that looked so angry, for once, looked peaceful.

Ethan:

Ethan was dancing. Eloise and him were together while Beliath did anything else. It didn't matter because Ethan was in a battle on his mind. Something that wasn't on his plans came up in form of butterflies on his stomach.

Eloise was dancing under the blue lights, her hips swayed to the song and her hair flew around, the faint strawberry scent made him dizzy. Except it wasn't dizzy. He was flustered. Eloise noticed him halt his movements and approached him, swinging her head in a goofy way to make him laugh.

He couldn't stop his giggle, forgetting for a second that the sole reason of his problems was approaching him. Fast. He didn't back off, it was too late and would be suspicious.

Eloise smiled at him, holding his hands and clasping them on her waist. He stiffened, but she quickly whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry, if you want, we can dance from afar." He was no wimp, so he held her close, feeling her arms slide around his neck.

Ethan didn't know when, but Eloise was close. So close that they did so much as graze their lips together. The shock was so amazing that he didn't know what to do and backed off, asking her if she was crazy. "You leaned in!" She laughed. He just snorted, but his arms didn't budge as they danced.

Ivan:

Eloise was taking care of him. It was hard enough that he made her go through this pain, but she also had to put up with him. Giving him blood, treating his wounds and helping him clean.

Eloise didn't seem to mind as she munched on a big bowl of soup close to his bed, bouncing happily. He observed and made a note on his head: Elo likes Beliath's soup recipe. Ask him about it later.

His eyes examined the soup, trying to see which bits she liked the most and which ones she pushed away, but when his eyes followed the spoon, her big ones looked at him with amusement, munching away. He blushed, lowering his eyes.

Eloise looked at the bowl, then at him, repeated it a few times as if making a choice, then she left the bowl on the desk, lifting the sheets from his body. "Is it time to change the bandages?"

"Not yet. You're almost a hundred percent. You look like you want a hug. Can we?" He stuttered, covering his face, but he scooted over. Eloise smiled, pulling him to her front side and latching her arms around his waist. He could only see the crook of her neck and the side of her soft cheek. His heart pounded like crazy on his chest as he held her back and curled up against her, smelling her perfume. Tears prickled his eyes.

#moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers headcanons #sfwbunny #bunny's writing #moonlight lovers fanfiction #ml aaron #ml ethan #ml beliath #ml raphael #ml ivan #ml vladimir #moonlight lovers fluff

[monster-bait]

FAE-bruary fill #1 “I lost my name, can I have yours?”

Anony: A Fae-bruary suggestion: The pick up line "I forgot my name, can I have yours?" Is so much funnier when one of them is a fae. Like clueless human trying to pick up fae and the fae being speechless from the sheer audacity. Or flirty fae getting not a name but an even cheesier line and a date in return.

“You need to just do it! Look, he’s sitting all alone! He’s drinking alone, his lap is empty...your ass could be filling it right now!”

“His lap or or his glass?” you ask with an exasperated smile. Your best friend needed only the barest amount of liquid courage to transform into an uninhibited party girl and the worst influence ever.

“I mean, who knows what he’s into? Only one way to find out!” She pushed you none too gently in the direction of the, admittedly, very handsome man who was indeed drinking alone at the end of the bar. Worst. Influence. Ever. 

It was a bad idea. 

There was something weird about this place, something not quite right, but you couldn’t explain what exactly was wrong. It seemed as though you two had taken a wrong turn somewhere, and literally that’s what you had done—you were meant to go left, but had careened right, but rather than winding up in a grotty alley, you’d been standing in front of this random little pub, on a street you were sure had been a grotty alley just minutes earlier. The shadows seemed too dark, too long, and the other patrons had an odd fuzziness around their edges, as though you were seeing them through some transparent filter.

But the bartender had been friendly and the drinks he invented for you, after wrinkling his brow at the first several orders you attempted to place, were delicious and packed a mighty punch. You’d decided to stay, and now your friend was trying to get you to sit in some stranger's lap. A very handsome stranger…

“Wait!” you cried in a panic, clutching her arm. “I’m not drunk enough for this...let’s do shots first.”

“Shots!” 

The bartender cheered along with your terrible influence, pouring out two shots. The alcohol, whatever it was, was clear, although as you lifted the glass, it seemed to have an odd, silvery glint; one that matched that in the barkeep’s eye, and his quicksilver smile. The taste and smell were both lightly floral, instantly transporting you to the lilac grove at your great aunt’s house, where you would spend hours as a young child in the summertime, pretending to be a flower queen. 

The olfactoral memory only lasted a heartbeat, quickly replaced by the silver-white burn of the drink, igniting in your throat.

Your head spun and the fuzzy edges of the pub’s inhabitants seemed to further blur, as though you were viewing them under water. This was not a good idea, you thought, gripping the sleeve of your laughing companion.

“This was a great idea!” she cried, spinning you in the handsome man’s direction, as the room pitched.

.

.

He was as pretty as a doll.

High cheekbones that seemed to be carved out of alabaster, a perfectly pouty mouth, and heavily lashed eyes the color of violets...you’d never seen a man so exquisite-looking. His clothing was crisp and you could tell, even though he was sitting, that his body would be as impressive as his face. 

You’re very pretty. Can I sit in your lap? The very notion that you were about to hit on the beautiful, dark-haired man made you giggle, stumbling a bit as you wobbled to the end of the bar. His head raised at your approach, a slim brow lifting. Did it hurt when you fell from running through my dreams? Wait...fell from heaven. 

All of the cheesy pickup lines you’d practiced over the shots whirled and tangled in your mind at the slightly amused look on his face as you advanced. Beaming, you give him your brightest smile. I’m not great at math, but I know a ten when I see one. You were bound to trip over your inebriated tongue, you thought arriving before him at last. Here goes nothing…

“Excuse me, I seem to have lost my name. Can I have yours?”

Luminous eyes widened in response, his mouth dropping open.

“Excuse me?!”

His voice had a musical lilt, even as he seemed aghast by your question. Now that you were right in front of him, you could better see the fineness of his features, the shell-pink color of his lips, the sparkle of his deep blue eyes. “You-your name,” you giggled unsteadily, reaching out to the bar to keep yourself upright. Those violet eyes followed the trajectory of your hand in horror, as if it were some giant bug, making for his abandoned drink. “Could I have–”

“I heard what you said,” he interrupted with a wrinkled nose. "I’m just shocked that you have the audacity to think you can simply—”

“What about your number? I lost that too, can you give me yours?”

He seemed to be at a loss for words as his eyes widened comically, mouth dropping open. It only highlighted the shape of his lips and even, white teeth. You leaned in closer, wanting to press your face to the side of his neck and inhale, when he shook his head roughly.

“Do you actually think you can trick me that easily!? That I would just give you my na—”

“Are you a parking ticket?” you interrupted, suddenly remembering another of the lines your friend had come up with. Raising your eyes, you could see her across the bar, giving you an enthusiastic thumbs up. “Because you have FINE written all over you.” 

His smooth forehead creased as he frowned, a furrow appearing between his down-turned ebony brows, nostrils flaring. “I know for a fact that there’s nothing written on me, nothing at all! You’re terrible at this, you know. Of all the obvious ways to take another’s name, you think you can just ask—”

He was adorable when he talked, you thought dreamily, not hearing a single word he was blathering in that perfect voice. You unsuccessfully tried to cross your ankles and lean seductively against the bar, but the polished wood must have shifted, for you lurched to the side, losing your balance in the absence of a solid surface. Strong hands gripped your shoulders, steadying you before you fell, and you nearly swooned. You were back in the lilac grove, and a soft breeze carried the smell of the garden, sharp and green, purple blossoms hovering in the background as the wind lifted your hair and you whirled beneath the bright summer sun.

“You’re very pretty,” you whispered to the beautiful man, his hands still locked around your shoulders and a scowl on his face. “Can I sit in your lap?”

His hair was shiny and dark, and his knee was bony beneath your ass as you dropped to perch there, his hands still keeping you steady. 

“What is wrong with you?” His eyes were still narrowed, but his scowl had lessened, seeming bewildered that you’d somehow wound up on top of him. “You’ve no skill at name collection, but you’re rather good at invading personal space, little pest.”

“And,” you add helpfully, clutching at his shirtfront as the corner of his mouth twitched, “I’m not great at math, but U and I belong together.” 

#Exophilia #monster boyfriend #monster lover #fae boyfriend #fae #monsterbait writes #Faebruary #writing prompts #exophilia writer #exophilia creators

[brokengem]

Idk if you actually ship this or not, or if you're still taking writing requests, but I was wondering if you'd be willing to write something about Scarletamerica (Steve/Wanda)? Maybe Steve coming to rescue Wanda & the others on the Raft, or when Wanda is snapped in Wakanda?

I do and I do! Granted first time officially writing something Scarletamerica related, but I’ve wanted to and I enjoy receiving requests. So here you go my little Scarletamerica anony! A little drabble reworking Wanda’s snap scene into something more Scarletamerica friendly! I do hope you enjoy it! And yes the some of the dialog remains from the Snap scene in Infinity War because I wanted to keep it. It’s Infinity War. So angst ahead.

There were multiple ways Steve imagined the battle with Thanos to go. He had imagined both the victories and the losses. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Things in their line of work never were. But this...this isn’t one outcome he had expected. 

Thanos disappeared into his portal and away from Thor’s axe, leaving behind a very confused and terrified God of Thunder. Thor breathed heavily, staring at the spot where the mad titan once stood. 

“Where’d he go?” Steve called, his voice barely containing his worry and disbelief. “Thor?” The god could do nothing more than to look up, eyes filled with horror as Steve once again asked, “Where’d he go?”

“Steve?” Bucky’s voice called from behind. 

Turning to his childhood friend, Steve watched in muted horror as Bucky walked towards him. Bucky stared down at his left hand, watching as it slowly disintegrated with each step. He stopped a short distance away, gun falling where he stood as his body vanished into particles in the wind. 

Steve hurried forward, falling down to one knee beside what was left of his friend. He met Thor’s gaze, before touching the ground. 

“He...He’s gone.” Steve muttered under his breath, returning to his feet and looking around. “Thor, the others.”

Thor nodded, brushing past him in silence in hopes the others had not met the same fate. He could hear Natasha in the distance with Bruce, leaving them to be met by Thor. Rhodes was looking for Sam and T’challa had just found his general. That left Wanda. 

Steve made his way back to where he’d left her to mourn the loss of her friend. He couldn’t help the breath of relief he released at the sight of her. She had remained at Vision’s side, her hand resting over where Vision’s heart could have been, the darkened exo-structure remaining dormant beneath her touch.  

“Wanda?”

Wanda gave Vision’s chest a gentle pat before moving away and getting to her feet. The young woman looked up with a tear-stained face, sadness in those beautiful eyes of hers. The fear he’d felt previously returned as he watched her.

“He won. The wind, it’s changed.” she whispered sadly. “We’ve lost,” the defeat in her voice was enough for him to surge forward as fresh tears sprung from her eyes.

His arms wrapped around her as he closed the distance.  Her forehead fell against his chest as she cried, her emotions gaining the better of her. 

“Shhh, Wanda, it’s okay. We can...we’ll-,” Steve swallowed tightly as he cut himself off, holding her tighter. He wanted to comfort her, to ease the pain he knew she felt. She shook her head no and Steve the fear that gripped him amplify. 

This all felt so wrong. 

“I love you,” he barely heard the words muffled against his suit. 

“I love you too,” he whispered back. His eyes squeezed shut as his arms fell to his side, refusing to watch Wanda’s body disintegrate like he had watched Bucky. 

Steve’s hands clenched tightly at his side, knees finally giving out as he fell back on his rear. He didn’t know how long he’d sat there feeling lost, horrified and heartbroken. Nor could he say when the others had arrived to find him silently mourning his best friend and the woman he was growing to love. 

Natasha rushed to his side and Steve took a moment to take in the worn out sight of the others. Bruce stood farthest in the Hulkbuster. The raccoon, Rocket, sat alone on a fallen log. Thor stood silently off to Rhodes' side as the older man approached. 

“What is this? What the hell is happening?” Rhodes asked, breaking the heavy silence. 

Steve had no answer for him. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. He never imagined a clean one. Losses were expected. As his hand fell into the dust that was once Wanda, he realized those losses weren’t meant like this. 

He couldn’t help but wonder if it was all worth the cost.

#marvel #mcu #scarletamerica #steve rogers #wanda maximoff #steve x wanda #wanda x steve #avengers: infinity war #gaelle writes #answering anony

[spooky-drusilla]

*The Pink Panther theme is playing as a figure in a trench coat and fedora slinks around the corner of a building, taking care not to be seen as they move their head from side to side glancing around furtively. They reach the drop box, their point of contact with the others, and leaves the package inside. “This should do” whispered as they sink back into the shadows from whence they came.*

I FIGURED IT OUT!!!

No, but seriously, I figured out what they were doing before getting caught by Gideon. So technically, Cecily is Will’s ward, besides being his younger sister, which means that Gabriel technically needs Will’s permission to court her/propose to her/marry her. Cecily would do whatever she wants anyway, regardless of what Will says, but it could hurt both of them with the societal repercussions. Not that Will would actually deny it because Gabriel makes Cecily happy and he does (mostly) like Gabriel, even if he won’t admit it. Gabriel also helps him with his quest to get Jem out to the Institute as often as humanly possible. Now, they have both been banned from “training” together, because it was just an excuse for them to hurt each other so Jem could come by. What no one has thought to ban, because with Will and Gabriel getting along (aside from good-natured teasing), is dueling. And when Gabriel asks Will’s permission to propose to Cecily, as a formality, Will agrees, on the condition that Gabriel duels him for the right to Cecily’s hand. Gabriel was surprised, until he realized what Will was up to, and then agreed to it. Since it wasn’t an actual duel, they just picked a time when everyone else was occupied and went off by themselves to “duel with sabers.” Little did they know that Barbra was in the gardens behind the Institute as well. When she saw her Uncles “fighting” with each other she went to get Gideon, because in her mind, Papa could fix everything. By the time Gideon showed up the “duel” had devolved into a wrestling match with name calling. The picture is just after he hauled them off of each other and off the ground. The end result of their “duel” was that dueling was banned, and they had to just use iratzes that Gideon had applied while lecturing them, and no Jem. They also had to suffer through Cecily’s punishment...

Anyway, I thought that you and @666-notsatan might like to know that I figured out the backstory, and I did promise to send it to you, so here it is. I hope that it has lived up to your expectations!

*A few hours later, another figure appears in the streets. They stroll around, heels clicking on the smooth asphalt, and bright red coat fluttering in the wind. They don’t fear being noticed; whoever dares to look at them knows the risks. Reaching deep into the dropbox, they find what’s needed: the package. Before putting it in their pocket, a smudge of lipstick is left on the paper with a kiss. “The boss will love this,” they mutter as angry violins start to play and a limo appears right next to them on the street.*

I’M SO HAPPY YOU FIGURED IT OUT!!!

AND THAT’S A GREAT BACKSTORY!!! No, really, omg, I might actually draw this?? Like, I don’t wanna make promises I can’t sustain, but that’s such a cute story?? And, like, drawing victorian/edwardian era clothing is super super hard for me, but I’m so tempted to do something. Like, especially Barbara’s and Cecily’s part - I would love to draw little Barbara asking for help and Cecily absolutely pissed off at Gabriel and Will!!

AND IT ABSOLUTELY SURPASSED MY EXPECTATIONS OMG, THIS IS LITERALLY SO CUTE, THANK YOU SO MUCH ANONI💜💜💜💜 And I’m sure that @666-notsatan will love this too :)

#asks #anoni!!