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xiaoscarasimp · 3 months

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Horny Drabble 3-Take Me By My Wings

This was requested by a friend of mine

Fun fact: tried to take birb mating behaviors into consideration while writing this

CS: AFAB! reader birdgirl! reader, mild dub-con on both sides, doggy style, fingering, pet names, corruption kink (slight) (I prob missed something tbh)

MDNI

To him, you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Between your raven black wings that sprouted flawlessly from your back, to the way your eyes lit up when talking about something that you had found recently, it was all so alluring to him. All he wanted to do was corrupt you, to make your eyes light up with lust instead, to make those wings flutter with pleasure. All he had to do was get close enough to him so that you’d let him inside that tiny cage of a world you dearly called “yours.”

Your perfect wings were splayed out behind you while your friend, Scaramouche, stroked them gently. The motions sent tingles down your spine and through your groin, although you weren't sure what they meant yet. He kept murmuring about how soft they were and how much he'd want to stroke them forever. Scaramouche sits you upright to explore your wings even more, stroking the outside gently.

“You really do have the best wings,” He breathed into your back. His hands leave your wings and grab onto your hips and thumbs start rubbing circles on your lower back. You tried to jerk away from the unknown sensation but his strong hands kept you in place.

Hia hands move along your back, rubbing and kneading at your skin. For some reason, a weird sound came out of your mouth, and you covered it to make sure no more embarrassing sounds came out. Smirking, Scaramouche removes your hand from your mouth and you try to bite your tongue a bit to prevent any more moans from slipping past your lips.

“Just let it out, my little bird,” He cooed in your ear. Your face was turning redder and redder by the second. While you weren't sure what these tingles along your spine were, they weren't unpleasant.

Scaramouche’s hands reach around, one to start groping your breast and the other wraps around your waist and fingers trail down towards your now damp pussy. A little whimper left your lips as he massaged your breast, playing with the fleshy mound through your bra. His fingers traced the outline that was your nipple. His other hand played with your folds through your wet panties.

“S-Scara.” You let his name slip past your lips. “I-It feels weird. What are you d-doing to me?”

“Hush, my chick.” He rubs circles in your crotch, soaking your panties even further. “Just let me take care of you. It doesn't hurt does it?”

You shook your head, although you weren't sure what to make of the sensations. The groomed wings on your back start to flutter, ruffling the feathers against the raven haired man as they did; it felt like you had no control of your body. As he rubbed tighter and tighter circles against your clit, you felt your body tense up, a coil forming in your stomach. You turn your head to face him and stare briefly at his lush lips before planting little pecks at them. Scaramouche returned the favor by grabbing your head and grabbing your hair to hold you there to deepen the kiss by nipping at your bottom lip. Dissatisfied with a few nips, he thrust his tongue into your mouth; he wanted to taste you.

It was like your world had lit on fire. The taste of him on your lips was almost too much. But the taste of him in your mouth was too much. You unconsciously grind yourself against his long, delicate fingers and before long the coil in your stomach starts to come undone. Your wings flutter and flutter and tense up before finally releasing as you cum on his fingers. As you came, some feathers had exploded from your wings.

“Oh, done already, are we?” He smirks; he wasn't done yet.

Feathers had spread in a circle all around you and the feathers that were still in your wings were frayed. Scaramouches hands go straight to your panties and manage to slip them off in one swoop, leaving your heated pussy exposed to the cold air. You whine as the cold air hits it, wishing for it to be warm.

Scaramouches' cat-like grin grew even wider as the noises you were making. His hands leave you and start running up and down your spine. Your already over-stimulated nervous system lit up in almost painful fireworks. You remembered someone telling you never let someone rub your back unless you were close to them, but that warning was in the back of your mind; all you could think about was how the tingles went from your spine to your crotch.

“S-scara,” you lewdly moan. “No, not t-there.” At this point, you were a stuttering, babbling mess. Eyes half lidded with lust, you turn your entire body around and pull him in closer to you with your wings. Your body was moving in its own, pushing him down to the ground while your wings enveloped him. Scaramouche's trapped hands try to stroke your spine even more, but the cocoon was too tight.

You started grinding on his clothed erection, desperate to soothe the itching down there. Desperate to feel inside of you, he tries his best to try and get free to pull down his pants, but ultimately, something in your brian snaps and pulls them down for him. There was a lewd expression on your face, one of lust and want but also a tad of teasing in the mix as well. Once Scaramouche’s underwear slips past his leaking cock, a curious expression came across your face,

Feeling a bit nice, you decided to loosen the cocoon a bit, allowing yourself freedom to explore his body. You tried to pinch it in between your fingers along with trying to stroke the slit. Each inexperienced movement with your hands had him moaning. Your clumsy, trembling hands worked their way down the shaft and cup the two round balls at the base, Scaramouches moans reaching a high pitch.

“H-Hey,” Scaramouche managed to slip out. “Thought this was your f-first ti-” He was cut off by you roughly kissing him, tongue thrusting in his mouth, although it wasn't like you could hear him through your fever pitch lust.

“Shut up,” you growled in his mouth; the vibrations sent him reeling. After a few moments, you release him long enough to climb on all fours, shaking your wet pussy in his face.

“Hurry up and take me.”

He didn't need a second invitation. Scaramouche stood up and aligned his cock with your needy hole and plunged deep inside. You whimpered at the sudden fullness, a sound that was music to his ears. He stroked your back, hands making their way up to your sensitive wings. A little tug on the base sent your senses reeling, fireworks of pleasure lighting up your brain.

He started thrusting once you had adjusted, hitting that just right spot deep inside of you. You fall over because your arms couldn't support you any longer, leaving your face pressed against the floor. The view of your wings splayed out beside you, ass shaking with each thrust almost made him cum immediately after entering you. His thrusts start to get sloppy and the grasp on your wings gets tighter and tight before eventually you clench so hard on his cock that you milk him dry before cumming yourself.

“Was that good, my little bird?” He asked, dick still deep inside you, preventing any from spilling out

You nodded, clearly spent. Wings drooped beside you, exhausted from earlier orgasms. He strokes your wings once more, whispering in your ears you'll be begging to do that again soon.

#genshin smut #scaramouche x reader #bird girl reader #genshin impact #genshin #fanfic

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doxypsychlean · 2 years

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Was there ever a time, ever a moment?

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen X OC

Summary: "That bastard truly loves her. And she's been toying with him this whole time"

Warnings: Explicit language(more will be added later on, gotta come up w it first)

Multiple Chapters

Previous chapter/s: 1 , 2

Next chapter/s: 4

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/n: We do NO blinking in this establishment! Gotta get our eyes all nice and dry. There's some translation of the Asshai'i down below btw. Wasn't sure what to do w it tbh, but I felt like trying to fit it btwn the actual convo would be too much to deal w.

It was days like this one that made the young woman regret ever leaving her home. King's Landing weather did not agree with her, nor did she with it. It was always too hot, too sunny. She was used to the cold Asshai days and even colder nights.

Although the Shadow city was as southeast as Essos goes, the weather there had always been on the colder side. The thick blankets of black clouds that stood watch over the city did not let any light pass through.

Another thing she was starting to miss dearly was how silent Asshai was in comparison. It's sheer size was massive, said to be great enough to contain all of King's Landing, Oldtown, Volantis and Qarth within its walls combined. The population however, was low. Low enough for a person to spend their entire day walking around without encountering another soul. And even if they did, the locals stayed out of eachother's way. They did not spend their time hiding in the shadows. They were the shadows.

Shadows with some busy lifestyles, that is. Everyone had somewhere to be. Something to do. No distractions. The Asshai'i were devoted to their craft. There were no children around to scream their lungs out or babble to no end. There were no birds to chirp happily in the trees. In fact, there were no animals in the Shadow. They'd all die within a day of being brought into the city. Only thing they had were blind, deformed fish that dwelled in the contaminated waters of the Ash, only madmen would dare consume.

For her and for few others Asshai was Heaven on Earth. Quiet, as peaceful as it would allow and mostly importantly- one was free to do as they wished. As long as they had the necessary means. As long as they possessed the power.

"Salen guenhwyvār xen'h Nevae."

Rebonna sensed their presence long before they even appeared behind her.

"Āeksio salen." The two shadows siad in unison.

"Kav othok emā nesh syt tel'quien tha?" Rebonna asked, never stopping to look at them. All the while pretending she did not see the silver haired man watching them from afar. About time.

The two creatures walking close behind her did not say anything. Not that they had to, she already knew what they answer would be.

"...Sýrí?"

"Āeksio salen, eron iksis daor narom a feer...Thamar saz'gon daor." The taller one's voice reached her ears . His dull eyes were staring at hers. Never blinking.

The woman stopped and turned to face the two. They held her gaze. Doing the opposite in such a moment would be a fatal mistake. They knew what happened to cowards.

"Essa mirith, guenhwyvar salen. Aeth tha eron iksis maleē bithreem."

Silence fell upon the halls of the Red Keep. They could all hear him now. He thought himself a skilled, great warrior. One of great vigor and low-cunning. Yet he walked around the place as if he were purposely trying to get his cover blown.

"Āeksio salen...Mirri eno iksis egzieā thamar."

Rebonna circled around her servants, so she could stand between the two. She grabbed each of their arms and pushed them forward,the skirts of her dress trailing behind her as she sped up.

"Tha millentu rumol issa. Ha'ave kav othok, guenhwyvar salen. Thamar keskidosso ti." She let out a laugh. Her eyes were not laughing though. She did not appreciate him meddling.

"Mero thamar...?" The one on her right asked.

"Daor neh-akh, Enek. Kāolin issa naeot, tha ledā zyrelá sen thaóla. Giś forbin."

"Hae othok ukasire, Āeksio salen." Enek agreed. He picked up the pace, so did Beliz.

They walked through the halls for a bit, trying their best not to think of the scorching sun outside.

"Ziry iksos iā gevie den...othok umbagon issa daor harev tha. Harāth. Adelan o ivestragon se hama, tezo Nevae ono othok kav soliz tha. Ukairth iorwe issa."

"Yare, Āeksio salen." The two creatures responded.

Enek dissappeared without saying a word, leaving but a trail of black smoke where he once stood. His disdain for this foreign land was more than obvious. Rebonna felt the same. She had to stay here though. Just for a bit longer. But she couldn't force her shadows to do the same. It wouldn't be fair to them.

While the Master of Shadows was getting lost in her own thoughts, her loyal servant had allowed himself to turn and face the young prince that was following them. Their eyes met. He could sense it. The jealousy, the possessiveness, the questions, the distrust, the slight hints of anger. All bubbling inside.

"Othok io vesnābi havve, morgon salen. Tanaka vesnābi." He said while still looking at the silver haired stranger. "Sen daor keskidossa linta, zāh se tolie kessa. Enok ov latruum."

"Othok ukasire tha eron?" The lady let out another laugh "...Thamar pendagon ēma ukam, nek-akh vallo. Sem harāth, kav daor ez onast fuihiniv."

"We'll see you soon, friend." Beliz was gone as well. Rebonna kept pushing forward, she was almost out of the Red Keep and into the godswoods.

Not long after she reached the Weirwood. So many years had passed. She couldn't help but feel like they were still watching. She stood still, watching as the wind raced between the red leaves.

"Do you remember the last time I saw one of your...?" She trailed off. "My Prince."

"My lady." Aemond cleared his throat, his fingers fidgeting.

"I haven't seen you since the feast."

He took another step towards her. All he wanted to do was take her in his arms. Be able to touch her. Just like those strangers had.

He was drawn to her, like a moth is to a flame. Everything in his being screamed, pleaded for him not to do it. It was unnatural. One side of him found it odd how close he felt to her, to someone he'd only seen once in his whole life. The other side of him couldn't care less. All he wanted was her. All he wanted was to make her laugh like she did at that feast. Like she did with those two mysterious strangers. He needed to hear all the stories she had to tell- of the foreign land she came from, of her past, of the strange tongue she spoke in. Of those strange creautures that had the ability to dissappear into thin air.

"For which I am filled with more sorrow than you could ever imagine, my lady. There were matters in need of attending to."

In reality, the silver haired prince had tried to avoid her as much as possible after the conversation he had with his mother, the Queen. She was right. He knew nothing of her. Of her people. He had to be careful.

The prince tried to find as much information on the Asshai'i before he had to face her again. But the Westerosi rarely ventured that far east. And when they did, they almost never made it back. The Shadows either swallowed them or drove them to insanity.

If he had to be honest, he was scared. All these unfamiliar emotions made him feel overwhelmed. She was a stranger. Not to be trusted. Yet.

Even so, Aemond felt shame tug at his heart. He should have been spending more time with his betrothed. Damned be the council meetings, the training sessions with Cole, his studies and all his other excuses. He should be with her. Maybe he would've found some answers by now, had he not tried to hide from her like a scared little boy...

"I... You are to be my wife. I should be spending more time with you. I apologize. "

"No need, my prince." She finally turned to look at him, the prince freezing in place. "And I beg of you, adress me by my name."

"Only if you'd do me the honor first, my-"

She was looking at him, one eyebrow raised and a mischievous grin lighting up her face. The void her eyes were fixed on him.

"-Rebonna." The prince corrected himself.

"Yours."

His heart felt like it was about to explode into million tiny pieces any second now. His. His.

"Care to take a walk with me?" Rebonna asked, her eyes searching his.

The man's arm shot up so fast, it didn't even register to him he had moved.

"Let's go then." Soft giggle made it's way out past her lips, her hand finding it's way around his, just like it did the night of the feast.

Lady Vessard did not expect for it to be so easy to get the gorgeous prince to open up to her. From what she'd heard about him, he was an ill-tempered, stubborn and distant. With her, he was dashing, thoughtful and eager to tell her as much about himself as he could. Of course, Aemond made sure to leave out the unpleasant memories. There was more than enough time for that, his betrothed was not worried. If she could trick him into telling her that much with only having met once prior to this leisurely stroll, she'd be getting everything she needed out of him in no time.

The short walk in the gardens had turned into a whole tour around the Red Keep. The prince couldn't stop talking. He told her the story of how he'd claimed his dragon,Vhagar, and the excitement of getting to ride her for the first time. As a student of history, the mention of Vhagar led to him telling her of all the dragons that came before her. Like Balerion the Black Dread, his father's dragon. The only memory that was left of Old Valyria, his skull now decorating the rat-infested dungeons. Then came the topic of Valyria itself. Rebonna listened to him w half a ear. Unlike the young Targaryen, she'd had the pleasure of seeing the city at it's strongest. She didn't need to hear tales of it, especially from someone like him.

Prince Aemond was baring himself to her without even realizing it. It was the simplest of things that made him most vulnerable to her power. The feeling of her gentle hand around his forearm was enough to keep the satisfied smirk on his face and any rational thought out of his head. He was doing all the work for her. So easy.

He didn't notice she'd completely stopped listening to him at first. Her eyes were going over every crack and crevice of the Red Keep, never stopping at one place for too long, never blinking. As if she was afraid she'd miss something.

"Rebonna?"

Her hand had dropped back to her side. Aemond was standing in front of her now, searching her face.

"Hm?"

"Am I boring you?" A wave of sadness and insecurity, then one of confusion flashed across his face in the matter of a split second second.

"Oh Aemond, never! I have simply had a tiring day. I have yet to get used to everything around here. It's a bit..."

"Overwhelming?" He finished her thought for her.

She nodded, gripping his arm once again, just a bit stronger this time. Aemond's face flashed red. She caught him staring at her as they walked, mind blank.

"You must be tired, Rebonna, I apologize..."

"Do you do this often, my prince?"

"What exactly, my lady?"

"Apologizing when you're not at fault" the woman laughed.

She had him backed into a corner. She could see the gears turning in his head, he was about to offer her another apology.

"Oh...I apolo-"

"Brother! Seven Hells, I've been looking for you for hours now! Ah, Lady Vessard! It's so good to see you again!"

The sweet, shy boy in front of her dissappeared in the blink of an eye.

"What is it that you want?" His voice had dropped, eye darting from the woman that was still clinging to him and his brother. If it weren't for her, he would have ripped Aegon's head off with his bare hands.

"Our presence has been requested at the small council meeting." Aegon winked at his brother. "Come now, I'm sure lady Vessard has had enough of you talking her ear off and all that... My lady!"

Prince Aegon grabbed his brother by the sleeve and tried to pull him forward, but Aemond wouldn't budge. His attention had gone back to his wife-to-be, crystal blue eye silently pleading.

"My lady, would you do me the honor of dining with me this evening?"

"Of course, my prince. It'd be my pleasure." She let go of his arm with a sweet smile. Aemond felt sick at the loss of contact. "I'll see you later this evening then?"

He simply nodded. The prince couldn't trust his voice in this moment.

"That would be lovely!"

Aemond nodded again.

"Prince Aemond, Prince Aegon."

The two men were left there to stare at her as she turned the corner and dissappeared into the depths of the Red Keep.

"Told you she won't bite. You should've asked her long ago, instead of sulking and hiding from her"

"One more word..."

"Fine, fine..."

The entire time the two brothers spent walking towards the small council chamber, the younger prince could think of only two things. The feeling of his betrothed wrapped around his arm and what he meant to ask her after he followed her into the godswoods. But he couldn't remember.

*Translation of the Asshai'i down below*

R: My Shadows of Darkness.

B,E: Master.

R: Have you got anything for me?

R: ...Well?

B: Master, there's no trace of them... We found nothing.

R: It's all right, my shadows. I did not expect them to show their faces this soon.

E: Master... Someone is here.

R: I know exactly who it is. As do you, my shadows. We share the same eyes.

E: Should we...?

R: No need, Enek. If it were to come to this, I would deal with him myself. Keep walking.

E: As you wish, Master.

R: It's a beautiful day, you shouldn't stay here because of me...Go. Get back home and tell the Dark Ones what you told me. It's their move.

B,E: Yes, Master.

B: You're playing a dangerous game, old friend. Extremely dangerous. He may not be able to see through,but the others will...Sooner or later.

R: You think I don't know that...? We'll deal with them accordingly, need be. Now go, do not leave the others waiting.

#aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #hotd fanfic #hotd #aegon targaryen #daemon targaryen #somedarkmagicshitgoingdown #game of thrones #aemond targaryen x reader

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berryunho · 3 months

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Not you and Bee updating your fics the same day when just yesterday I was going through both fics again because I missed them dearly. You people are gonna kill me, the adrenaline that shot through me hit so hard when I saw The Answer and Wonderwall had updated that I almost spooked myself and fell from my bed.

Anyways HELLO! Good to see you again <3

Hope you're having a good 2024 so far.

Here we go on another one of my unnecessarily long ass comments about the fic, sure hope I haven't overstayed my welcome with them just yet lmao (let me know if I do end up overdoing it at some point please, I will gladly tone it down if it becomes a problem).

FIRST OF ALL: I THINK I'M GOING INSANE.

Maybe its the hj brainrot that I've been stuck on for the last few months, maybe it's the fact that the ateez hyperfixation is hitting harder than usual since the comeback but him throwing a tantrum yelling "you will not take her from me"? Butterflies. Got me giggling and kicking my feet. I was rolling around on my bed as I read that.

Maybe it's the absence making the heart grow fonder and all that.

That being said, my misplaced fondness for this clown did die down once he hit us with the whole "she should be begging me for her life", if the cult thing wasn't enough of an ick I guess that did the job. Like, sir you had me for a sec there with the possessiveness (*tucks my hair like debbie ryan*) why did you have to remind me of your actual personality?

But yeah, catch me slowly being dragged down against my will to join the TheAnswer!HJ simps, though I guess that's what's gonna happen to mc soon enough too, I really am along for the ride with her. Me and mc peering down the edge into the abyss where they lay, the abyss stares right back at us. Damn. People are right, we are not immune to cult propaganda. Tragic.

I really wanted to point out that this chapter had me extra paranoid than the last one tbh, you mentioned in the notes that this was shorter and that you felt like it was lackluster, but I seriously didn't feel it at all because of how on edge I was at times, not as much as let's say during her escape attempt in the corn field sure, but I was still wary and uneasy while reading. I know we had the whole circus with the Guardian thing last time, but san being so urgent in his claims that they have to leave and us getting to hear about how pissed off hj got because of mc's "unsatisfying" reaction to his little scheme? I am dead serious when I tell you I was bracing for the absolute worst, got me shaking in my little tinfoil hat.

The part about the machine harvesting the field? With mc saying she wouldn't want to be caught in it? (ALSO I SEE THAT SHORT YEOSANG MOMENT, I SEE YOU LEAVING A TRAIL OF BREAD CRUMBS FOR HIM 👁👁 <- EYES THAT SEE)

My 2 braincells immediately went "oh em gee, foreshadowing?", like I am certain to my core that someone's gonna fucking die to that or be horrifically injured, its just a matter of: whom? 🤨 I'm gonna save my guess as to who it could be in case that does happen, but I will come back here to yell on another ask about it if that comes up in the future.

Then the scene with hj and hwa talking to mc about her questions, and she hits them with the "oh what can I do if I'm alone?" and hwa is desperately trying to get her to stfu (me too man, me too) while hj smiles at her. You know, like a cryptic weirdo.

Now, I am more than willing to say that what came to mind for me in that moment was probably due to my very *rational* fear of TheAnswer!HJ, but ignore the fact that I am losing myself to his mind games and hear me out for a bit: I kid you not, for a second, I legit thought that he may suggest to or even outright attempt to like "mark" mc with the Sign.

In what way? I don't fucking know but there are many options and he is twisted enough to think of that, we all know it and the sirens were blaring in my head about that when he said the Sign would protect her as long as she had it in her, like "mc girl, I dread to say this but I feel like we should trust mr lapdog on this one, I fear you may be poking the modern day moses a bit too much and we all know he is having a diva moment today", because for hwa to be so concerned over it while hj reacts somewhat positively? Yeah, something wicked this way comes. And on that note, it seemed to me that hwa wasn't just trying to get her to steer from upsetting hj, he seems like he was trying to keep the peace between them in more ways than just that (more on that in a separate ask cause I feel like this is getting too long and its probably a pain for people to scroll past it LMAO I'M SO SORRY).

You clarified for me last time that mc will find out eventually about what happened to her bff (thank you by the way <33) and given how much it was brought up this chapter, I do think he is gonna wait out a while to use the haseul card (haseul girl you will always be remembered as the ride or die friend that you were, more on the die side but it's not your fault girlie, we love you), because while he is clearly prone to emotional outbursts, he is also smart as hell and just as cruel, we are yet to see him mess up big time just out of losing his cool (or maybe the consequences just haven't quite caught up to him just yet but I'd argue he is still ahead in that case), so I imagine that the threat of doing it is very much real but he will play it right for his own advantage.

The man is a diva but he is a cunning one, he more so seems to bring it up because he knows that the idea of devastating mc in that way is a threat in and of itself to everyone else that is also vying for her attention, which is 100/10 writing, author you are amazing (if the way that the fic is eating away at my brain wasn't clear indication of that).

I am also once again proud of our mc for *once again* poking holes in his little bible lore, yes bestie you are correct, wtf does it mean for a Guardian to kidnap someone? A question that I personally had when I read his explanation is: if the Guardians can kidnap people across dimensions then why tf can't the cult members or him, the big powerful prophet himself, also do something like that? Wouldn't that be way more helpful than sending uber eats across dimensions to the Others through sacrifices?? He says they need mc to do that but the Guardians have no issue going "yoink :3" over to our dimension to spirit away his followers and at the same time he also wants us to believe that the same Guardians are afraid of him? Sir. Pick a side, you can't have it both ways. Either they are clearly stronger than you and that's why we are all struggling with mc being a non believer or you are the op big shot of this religion whom everyone grovels under, make it make sense ! !

(Also this isn't me trying to point plot holes in your story pls lol I don't think his religion's lack of consistency is a reflection of your writing ever, in fact I think it's really cool cause it adds to the mystery of it all along with making us question him even more, I just have a lot of fun dissecting the snippets of it we do get out of spite for him lmao).

I have some more things I wanted to add but I'll throw them into another ask cause, again, I feel like this is already gonna be annoying to scroll past lmao, so sorry for anyone seeing this, apologies everyone.

But these were my general takes on the chapter, I really enjoyed it as always so thanks for another update Lauren <333 wish you well!!

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LKSJLFKJASDF OMG HI!!!! <33333

First of all let me just say that you will never annoy me w these comments like this is seriously my dream feedback i could cry honestly im so touched that you care so much to type all of this out and that you clearly spend so much time thinking about the answer and really appreciating it and like. YEAH ILY SM DO NOT WORRY !!!!!

Fun fact about bee and me updating at the same time . we didnt plan it this time . it was in fact random . but there was a time in like… i wanna say december 2022 when bee was writing claire de lune and her and caly and i all conspired to update on the same day and im pretty sure we did and i cant even imagine what it wouldve been like to be a claire de lune/mists of celeste/the answer reader on that day LMFAO

ANYWAYS INTO THE MEAT AAAAAAAAAAA pls these reactions to hj are so real like sometimes ill write something a little bit too … cute ? and then ive gotta reel it back real quick we gotta remember who we’re talking about we gotta stay strong even if he is hot and obsessed

TY for saying you felt that the chapter was still interesting hehe i guess i felt like people would be expecting a lot from this chapter and i knew it wasnt going to be What Was Expected or like that it wasnt going to go right into the escape attempt like i think some people probably thought SO im glad that the chapter was still … paranoia inducing LMFAO

No fun fact idk if this is like obvious or not but my grandparents are/were corn farmers so like. Obvs i have spent a lot of time on a corn field. Planting harvesting running around etc. and i was always so freaked out by combine machines theyre literally fucking ENORMOUS like easily 15 feet tall but the good news is they go like. 10mph. But i still wouldnt want to find myself in the path of one AHAHAH !!!!!! ANYWAYS !!!!!!!!!!!!!

eheheheeh yeah the whole scene w the unholy trinity really …. Ooooooo was it fun to write hehe yes the whole situation w haseul is really a big opportunity for hj to keep manipulating mc and something for him to hold over her head and i hope the dramatic irony is coming through w the fact that we obvs know she’s dead but mc has no idea bc i lovvveeeeeee that tension in a story like just waiting and waiting and waiting for mc to find out … ehehe and i like how you point out that hj hasnt really messed up big time or lost his cool bc youre … right … but he’s almost almost getting there and i just love him being unhinged and ………… yeah ill be quiet now heh

UBER EATS SACRIFICES ACROSS DIMENSIONS SENT MEEEEEE LAKDJFL;ASKJDFL;KJA;DFKJ youre so real for these questions and like yes this is exactly the type of thing i want you to be thinking … hehehe keep yourself in mc’s shoes yk … i def get that you’re not trying to point out plot holes hehe dw dw thank you for your compliments hehe

I WILL ANSWER YOUR SECOND ASK NEXT !!! TYSM AGAIN I LOVE YOU MWAH MWAH MWAH i hope you are WELL !!! <3333

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i hope this isn't too much, but i'm nosy! do every odd-numbered smosh question :]

Aah! XD Thank you 😌❣️

Here you go (this got so lengthy omg sorry).

1. Ian or Anthony?

The age old question huh?

You know what? I was asked this before (on a more shallow level I guess but it still fits) and I will repeat myself: "Anthony has Perfect Hair and is very attractive to me. But i was very much very intrigued by Ian as a whole from day 1 and that hasn't changed." (quote by me, sometime between july and now)

On a less shallow level: I relate to Anthony a lot regarding lots of things and respect his journey very much. But Ian - idk what it is, I was drawn to him since day 1 and can also relate to him on several levels. I genuinely find him hilarious. I also know/knew and like(d) people in RL that are very much like him. (Or, at least the way he makes us perceive him.)

3. What's your favorite channel between main/pit/games?

I replied to this here.

5. Do you have a favorite Smosh video? What is it?

I just thought to myself: why did I reblog this ask game? Why am I doing this to myself? I generally am VERY bad at answering questions about favorite things. I cheat all the time. I have several favorite Smosh videos, depending on the criteria. But I'm gonna go with the answer that is probably the most boring one:

Pokémon Theme Song from 2005. (rip)

To me it symbolizes a lot of things and without it I probably wouldn't have found Smosh - or I would've, but a lot later. It evokes many good feelings in me and finding it for sure changed some stuff and influenced me, even though I didn't know it at the time. Lot's of momentous things happened to me in 2006, discovering Smosh via this video was one of them.

7. What is your favorite series on Smosh (main channel)?

Let's do This! !! Followed by uh maybe Pokémon in Real Life, Funeral Roasts and Interviewing Exes.

9. What is your favorite series on Smosh Games?

Would you believe me if I told you that I was stuck on this question for like half an hour? T_T I really like many series on that channel and they did so many different things... And in the end it's still a tie. It's the very basic (?) and classic Gametime w/ Smosh and the very uh, basic (?) Board AF :')

11. What's something you want to see come back?

Easy: Let's Do This! :')

13. Do you ship anything/love any friendship pairs?

I'm actually fine with any ships, romantically or platonically. If I watch any combo long enough and imagine them in random situations I can see them as a ship (platonic or otherwise), or a intriguing combo at the very least. I do enjoy content about Ian &/ Anthony, and pretty much other popular combos. A combination I've seen less of and that I love is Tommy + Ian and Courtney + Ian. However you want to interpret this, I love their dynamics and what my head provides me with about them. As a sidenote and apart from any shipping business: Courtney's and Ian's friendship is very very dear to me, if you (general) have any clips/interview/audio/whatever where their friendship is being shown/the topic, feel free to send it to me. I would be so so grateful :')

15. What castmember do you think you are most like?

Ok so I asked my sibling because I wasnt sure about this. And they said: Ian, Sarah (we both miss her dearly and we'll count her as cast for this) and Amanda. I agree tbh.

17. What do you want to see now that Anthony's back?

Summer/Winter Games :')

19. Is there a video/series you really loved when you were younger?

Lunchtime with Smosh! 🥹 (Ian is Bored too..I know, this is cheating ;_;)

21. Did you ever watch Smosh the movie?

Yes! More than once 🤭😆

23. Tell me an unpopular Smosh opinion.

I'm more excited for the concept and existence and bts of Food Battle returning than for the Food Battle 2023 video itself. Don't know if that's an unpopular opinion though. I'm very exited and am looking forward to it very much, and it looks very good. But I enjoy the Food Battle series on a rather meta level and am not as emotionally involved as with other stuff.

25. It's food battle time. You picking a pink frosted sprinkled donut, or some stick-shaped food?

Thank youuu!!

[Smosh Ask Game]

#this took me a long time and it was so much fun thank you!! <3 #smoshblr #ask game #smosh #smosh pit #smosh games #yiinc.txt

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The Spider King and the Butterfly Princess - Sebastian de Poitiers

001. the spider king and the butterfly princess

PAIRING; Sebastian de Poitiers x Reader

REQUEST; y/n and bash were childhood best friends and randomly reunite and realize they love each other.

DATE; March 24th, 2019

WORD COUNT; 4877

WARNING; kissing, i think thats it. but as always let me know if i missed something!

A/N; this is absolute shit. i can't believe its almost been three years since i've written this. seems much longer tbh. but got into reign again and thought might as well post this on here.

TRAILER; in which the italian princess finds one bastard to have grown up a little too nicely for her choosing.

REQUESTED BY; anon

Playing chess in a moving carriage was much more difficult than what most expected. The pieces would frequently fall over and much to Y/N's displeasure, would fall down onto the floor. Thanks to Y/N's corset, getting the chessmen was annoying and hurt plenty. And just to make matters worse, her playmate and rather impatient younger brother would drum his fingers on the edge of his seat every time it took her longer than he wanted.

Now, for the fifth time, the King had fallen onto the floor and the marble had shattered. Cursing under her own breath, Y/N asked for the driver to stop for a second. Obeying her quickly, Y/N felt the carriage rest to a stop which gave her time to console her tearful brother. Y/N had wondered when he had become such a crybaby. She had never seen him cry in front of her parents, maybe Y/N shouldn't be as nice to him as she wanted too.

"Louis," Y/N pleaded grabbing his thin ankle, "Please stop crying. You'll wake up Louise." Y/N said nodding over to his twin and picking up some of the broken rock. Why Y/N's parents had named them almost the same name Y/N would never know. It was already bad enough for them to look exactly the same, only one with longer hair and a naturally scrunched up nose.

Louis sniffled and rubbed his nose. He loved his twin dearly but for some reason he choose to express that emotion in evil ways. Such as rubbing his nose boogies on Louise's face. She woke up with a start and gave her brother a glare for waking her from her slumber. Y/N silently groaned, she knew exactly what was going to happen and couldn't wait to get to the castle despite what was going to happen there. Louis willing laughed at her with a pointed finger before rubbing his disgusting antics in her face. With a trembling lip and big eyes she started to sob into Y/N's shoulder.

"Please continue, Bulstrode! I apologize for stopping so suddenly but we must hurry if we are going to get to the French Court before sundown." Y/N said before she reached out towards her brother who immediately shied away from her. "Relax, I just want your hanky. I'm not going to hit you, even if you deserve it."

Louis grinned cheekily at her, flashing his missing front teeth at her. Sometimes she hated that he was so young... and so adorable. He handed the cloth to her giving her leeway to wipe the gross mixture off of her sister's chubby cheeks. "There," Y/N said smiling down at her sister who still had tears rolling down but no more hiccups coming from her lips, "All better."

After that horrible catastrophe, the twins decided to aggravate their older sister by constantly whining about the trip taking to long and the cliche 'Are we there yet?' or 'Why did we have to come?'

Now, Louise had decided to almost launch her body out of the carriage. Half of her body was dangling through the window as she stared at the massive castle in front of her. "Louise!" Y/N shrieked grabbing her body and pulling it down, "Get down from there now! We are seconds away from the castle. Don't you dare misbehave and upset Mother and Father! You two are incredibly lucky I offered to come and take care of you both. Mother had wanted Lucy to come-"

"No!" The both shouted in union. Lucy was the twins governess, she was a very very old woman with very very old customs. Lucy may be the only one able to keep them both in line but she also done so by fear and torture, two things Y/N did not agree with.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, "Good. So I am guessing I won't have to send Mother and Father a letter asking to send Lucy over?"

They both shook their heads quickly. Y/N sighed in relief, she didn't like Lucy much either. After all, no one liked their Mother's spy breathing down their necks.

"I've never seen a woman look so scary in my life."

Y/N turned around so fast she felt her neck crack. Her eyes landed on a blonde haired man whose grin on his face was horribly contagious. "You obviously haven't met your Mother then."

Francis rolled his eyes and opened the carriage door, "You are just as annoying as I remembered."

"Good, then I am doing my job. Louise, Louis, this is Francis Valois, the Dauphin of France." Francis raised an eyebrow when Y/N announced their names, he had a hint of a smile on his face. Y/N knew how amusing he found their names but had chosen not to say anything.

Louise giggled silently and whispered something to Louis. He then smirked and looked between the two with mirth in his eyes. Y/N knew that look and couldn't help but feel her stomach drop. They were planning to do something that would make Y/N furious. It seemed Francis realized that too and quickly told the children that a maid would take them to their rooms where tons and tons of pastries were waiting to be eaten. They left quickly after that but, of course, not leaving before they could whisper something in Francis' ear.

Francis helped Y/N out of the carriage and decided to take a walk around the grounds with her. "What did my siblings say?" Y/N asked, "I saw your face and don't worry whatever their threat is won't happen. One time, Louis had told one of the maids that if she didn't leave to get him a strawberry tart immediately he would put spiders in her bed but-"

"It wasn't anything like that." Francis said laughing, "Although, their presence may bring some happiness to the castle. Louise had asked me if I was going to marry you. But I had told her that you already belonged to someone else."

Y/N grimaced with disgust, she quickly took her linked arm off of Francis'. Y/N and the blonde haired man had known each other for a very long time. He had grown handsome but she could never think of him anything other than the five year old who had peed on her for revenge when she had shoved a frog in his face. Besides, she had had a crush on his brother when she was younger. Of course, the feelings had disappeared now. But Francis didn't know that and she knew he would do anything in his power to poke fun of her past.

Deciding her best option would be to play dumb she said, "I haven't been betrothed yet, Francis."

"Don't play dumb it doesn't suit you. Don't worry Bash already knows."

Y/N felt her blood run cold as her stomach seemed sunk into itself. All she felt was absolute horror. Her mind was running through possible situations with each one seeming to get increasingly worse. However, as soon as the feeling came it had fluttered away and had been replaced by a new feeling. Embarrassment. White hot blood rushed up through her skin and seeped into the few uncovered parts of her body. Now more than ever she had wished she hadn't come to France.

She sat quietly onto the grass overlooking the lake, "You," Y/N said after a while as she pointed an accusing finger at a smirking Francis, "You and my horrid siblings are going to be the death of me someday and I will make you regret it."

"Well," Francis said sitting down next to her, "Today is not that day."

Y/N sighed and let her back fall back into the green, she felt absolutely exhausted. Everything was just too much. The week she had been too much. She just wanted to sleep forever and never have to wake up and face Sebastian. Y/N heard Francis lay down next to her but she decided not to open her eyes. They were much to heavy to open up and she was quite mad at him. She knew she would get back at him somehow. After all, she was Italian and Italians are great at revenge.

It had been a while since the L/Ns had visited the French Court. Y/N's Mother had been reluctant to go back once Queen Catherine and King Henry had signed Francis off to another Princess. She remembered the feeling of devastation that had went through her when she had found out that they may never go back. Francis had been her very best friend back then and Y/N supposed she felt that he still was even if they had lost contact over the years. He still knew her the best out of anyone.

Y/N was quite thankful for how things turned out. Since her Mother and Father had thought the King and Queen of France were going to sign an arranged marriage with them, they had wasted too much precious time and had failed to secure a Prince for Y/N to marry. She really didn't want to marry some stuck up man who only wanted her so he could progress the family lineage.

Y/N didn't really want to marry, unless it was for love. But she knew that wouldn't happen. After all, she was a Princess and Princesses have duties to take care of.

If only Bash had been Queen Catherine's child. Y/N wouldn't have wanted him to be the Dauphine, Francis was perfect for the job. Besides, she didn't want to rule France. Becoming the future ruler of Italy was already stressful enough. She had hundreds of people's lives at her hands and the Pope was constantly breathing down her neck. Sometimes, she wished she were a commoner.

The water swished through her body as she cleaned herself in the warmth of the bath. But Commoners wouldn't have this luxury, she reminded herself. Despite what she had thought previously, she didn't want to be one anymore.

"Your highness?" Someone called from the end of the room. Looking a bit awkward standing there was a guard. He looked uneasy like he wished he could be anywhere but here, however, if he didn't do whatever he had to do someone would kill him. Y/N decided that was probably right. They were in France. "Someone is here to see you."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, did it look like she was in appropriate attire to talk to someone right now? "Who is it?"

"Your sister and brother, Madame."

"Oh," Y/N said turning around towards the bath, "Send them in." Y/N heard them before she saw them, she could hear little footsteps and loud giggles probably before the entered the room.

As the finally reached Y/N's earshot, she heard, "You're turning into a girl, Louise."

"Well, I would hope so, Louis. After all, she is a girl."

Louis huffed from next to her and leaned against the wooden bathtub. His hand reached towards the water but Y/N's hands smacked it away before it could do any damage. "What was that for?" he cried out.

"What do you have in your hand?" Y/N said easily. She knew Louis well enough to know he wouldn't reach into her tub unless it was for a prank. Louis hated water. He loathed it so much he had refused to take baths for a month. Mother and Father hadn't cared until the day before the annual ball. He stunk like a deceased body soaked in acid and looked like some of the criminals Y/N had seen in the jail cells in Rome.

Louis pursed his lips silently and made eye contact with Louise who nodded sadly. She always felt bad after she caught them in the middle of a prank, the sparkle in their eyes disappeared into a lifeless look. But then the guilt would wash away before she could dawn on the subject more.

Handing her a wooden toy, Y/N raised her eyebrows. The thing was supposed to be a spider and it would have looked like a spider if it were painted right. It was midnight black with a red frown that was drawn in a squiggly line like the black line on charlie's brown's famous yellow shirt. The eyes and eyebrows were the same color but it was what on top of it's head that confused Y/N. Right in the center was a mop of yellow yarn that curled down past the body and on top of the tendrils was a crown. Y/N guessed Louis and Louise had made the toy themselves. It looked like an exact replica of a spider in a story Y/N had made up.

The Spider King and the Butterfly Princess

The story was basically a re-telling of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, except they were bugs and Y/N had decided not to mention anything about their deaths and had instead ended the story with the cliche, 'and they lived Happily Ever After.'

Surprisingly, they had both eaten the story up with greedy hands.

"Is this the Spider King?" Y/N asked turning the toy delicately in her hand, "You were just going to let him die so you could prank me?"

Louis looked a little ashamed at her chancing but Louise looked anything but ashamed, she looked furious. "You told me you grabbed the other spider, Louis!"

Y/N groaned and lifted her hand to massage her scalp, this was more stressful that she had accounted for. Deciding it was best to get out before something happened between them, Y/N grabbed a towel from the chair next to her and wrapped it around her body. "Hey!" Y/N said snapping their attention back to Y/N who was leaving the bathroom and walking into her room, "Why did you guys come visit me? You can come in here whenever you like. I'll tell the guards to just immediately let you both in."

Y/N froze after she finished her last sentence. There standing in the center of the room was a man, his back had been turned but at the sound of her voice he spun around. At the sight of his eyes she suddenly felt cool. The atmosphere in the room had gotten cooler somehow, the floor had turned into grainy sand and she felt sea spray tickle her face. His eyes were the beach, they were the freezing waves in Italy and the warm waters in Greece.

She felt seasick.

"Hello, Sebastian." Y/N said with a hint of a smile on her face. He smiled back at her and Y/N remembered she was only wearing a towel. "Do you mind, I have to get dressed."

"Oh!" He said quickly, "Yes, yes, of course. I'll just leave!"

"No! I mean, you don't have to leave. I have my clothes already behind the curtain." [ a/n; what's the thing they used to get dressed behind? it was sort of like a wall but it would fold up. it was in the animated cinderella movie. if you know what i am talking about please comment so i can replace it with curtain. ] Y/N had realized what she had said too late. Squeezing her eyes shut tightly in embarrassment she made her way into the corner. Could she have been anymore awkward? No wonder he found out about her crush when she was younger. She made it so incredibly obvious.

At least she didn't like him anymore. Y/N did have to admit he was quite handsome. But he wasn't her type. Francis was more her type but she could never like him like that.

"How have you been?" Y/N heard Sebastian ask from her room.

Y/N laughed quietly, Sebastian had always been the one to make small talk in the beginning before asking interesting questions that could get Y/N to second guess her entire life style within seconds, "I haven't seen you in 15 years and you ask me 'how have you been?'"

"You were the one demanded I get out then stay."

"Because! I was practically naked and you just stood there."

"I did not just stand there."

A tiny "oh no," left Y/n's lips as she tried again and again to fasten the buttons on her back. The slippery things would make Y/N lose her grip on them every time she tried to button them. Getting more and more frustrated as time flew by. Finally, red face and left with no patience she stomped her foot on the wood and blew out a breath of air.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" Bash asked. Y/N had forgotten he was still there. Wondering if her siblings were still in the room and up to help, she poked her head around the wall. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Are my siblings still here?" At the sight of his head shaking no, Y/N placed her forehead against the edge of the curtain. Y/N really didn't want to try again, her arms ached from reaching back there for so long and she knew no matter how hard she tried she wouldn't be able to get it in the stupid hole. She had gotten one on within the past ten minutes. She had absolutely no more patience. Hell, she would rather walk around with the back of her dress undone then try again.

But she hated asking for help. She knew she could really do it if she wanted too. But buttoning a dress wasn't worth twenty minutes of her time. Neither was relentless teasing from Sebastian. However, Y/N didn't know Sebastian anymore. Maybe he changed and wasn't as immature as before.

"Bash," Y/N tried, straightening the collar of her dress. "Do you mind helping me with something real quick." Y/N heard the chair squeak from the loss of his weight as she stepped out of the curtain. "Could you button this for me?" Y/N asked and turned her back to him so he could finish her task.

"You really haven't changed," Bash said as he moved Y/N's hair out of the way. Y/N was having trouble attempting to not show a reaction to his touch. But she couldn't keep in the shiver that ran down her back as his fingers brushed her neck.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Y/N had forgotten all about what he made her feel like which made her wonder if he really caused her to feel like this or if she had thought she had.

"You still can't dress yourself, Y/N. How long is it going to take you to learn a different skill without your maids?"

Y/N scoffed but her brow was furrowed with worry, "You are one to talk, Bash. Don't act like you haven't had the same treatment all of you life."

"I never said I didn't." Y/N felt his fingers brush against her neck again but she felt nothing. She had been right earlier, "There all finished."

Y/N turned around with a smile, "Thank you."

"Of course," he said walking over to the chair to grab his coat, "It's good to have you back. Things haven't been the same since you left."

The wind rustled through her hair as the horse galloped through the grounds. Her heart beat harder and harder as her eyelids slowly closed shut, giving all of her trust in the animal under her.

Bash was in front of her somewhere, she didn't know nor care. Besides meeting him at the stables every day, she hadn't seen him since the button situation. Y/N liked to pretend that they both had been busy, but she knew that wasn't the case.

She had been avoiding him for a while. It had been a cowardly and just down right rude thing to do but Y/N didn't know how else to sort out her feelings. It was a little ridiculous how easily she had grown to like him. Especially when she had tried so hard to make herself not like him. All he had to do was say a few things and have his hand graze her skin a bit before he had her wrapped around his pinky finger.

Her Mother would not approve at all.

But she knew she sneaking out with him at night to go riding was much worse.

"I had forgotten how much a horrible rider you were, princess."

Y/N rolled her eyes at him trying not to let the fact that he had called her princess effect her. "I had forgotten how much of a cox-comb you are. Besides, it's not like you have forgotten, Sebastian. You just rode with me yesterday," [ a/n; a cox comb is a medieval insult that means a vain, foppish person. ]

Bash laughed at her insult and decided to ignore the last part, "I haven't heard that one in a while. God, you're such a goody-goody."

"Don't use God's name in vain."

Bash gave her a look, "You are just proving my point."

Y/N scoffed and went to push him off his horse when he slowed his horse down to a stop, "Why are we stopping, Sebastian."

"Do you recognize this place?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow and scanned the area around her. They seemed to be in some kind of ruin near the Ocean Bluffs. Gently dismounting her horse, she gave the reins to Bash who had done the same earlier. She walked around the place with a blush and a small smile. She couldn't believe he had remembered. This place held so many memories she held close to her heart. She had her very first kiss here. Stupid, Francis had dared Y/N to kiss a French Nobel's son. It was the first place Y/N, Francis, and Bash had played hide and seek. Then, Mary had come along and the group had split apart. Francis went along to play with Mary and Y/n and Bash would come here. Sometimes, they would invite other children to come play with them but it was mostly just the two of them.

"You have this far-away look on your face. I'm guessing you do remember then?"

Y/N turned around to look at Sebastian with a childish smile on her face, "How could I forget?" She walked over to a stone wall, letting her hand brush over the edge.

It was almost bittersweet, looking around and having flashbacks of her childhood. She missed it so much. There was a tug at her heart that got worse every time she remembered some ridiculous memory that probably never effected her in the slightest. As her fingers left the stone she felt a sense of longing, a longing to be back in her childhood where everything was simple and she didn't have to worry about her country or her siblings or the future.

No one liked growing up. But it seemed Y/N had grown up too fast.

She remembered looking forward to her birthday every year. Her parents would throw a grand party every year to celebrate her living another year. Thinking back on it, Y/N thought the parties were a bit deceiving. They should be celebrating the memories she had made and how she had enjoyed life, not the increasing stress she was receiving and her ever decreasing time until the throne was hers.

Soon, she was almost in tears. Bash seemed to have noticed because he panicked and quickly rushed towards her. "No, no, don't cry. I didn't bring you here to cry..."

Y/N sniffled as he brought her into a hug. She sighed and gripped his overcoat. All she seemed to do was embarrass herself around him.

"Why did you bring me here?" Y/N asked looking up. Her lip wobbled as she looked up at him, trying very hard not let a fresh layer of tears run down her cheeks.

A flash of guilt crossed his face as he looked away, it almost seemed like he was trying to hide something. Y/N didn't notice though, she was too busy worrying about his answer.

"Why are you crying?"

"I asked you first," she whispered, leaning out of his embrace so she could wipe her tears, "Answer me, please."

"I just felt like it." Y/N gave him a hard look, she didn't believe him in the slightest and it hurt to think that he was lying right to her face. Her jaw clenched as she looked away, but she chose not to say anything. "Why are you crying?"

An answer bit harshly on her tongue but wouldn't release. She didn't want to say it, not now, not yet. They had been having such a great time and now she was going to ruin it with her Mother's words. She knew Bash had heard them before, after all they had been said right to his Father's face. But she still couldn't believe he would just lie, maybe he had changed. "Italian people choose to show their emotions instead of locking it up like you French people do." She said, her words sounding harsher and harsher as the sentence went on. She almost regretted saying it but decided against it.

Y/N watched his eyebrows furrow with worry, she knew he remembered which only made her feel more sick to her stomach. Her eyes lowered to the ground as she stepped away from him. "Y/N," he started with his arm stretched out towards her.

"No," she stepped away from him again and swatted his hands out of her reach, "Just-Just leave me alone."

His jaw clenched once again and he sighed as he thrust his hands into his hair out of frustration, "Fine, I'll leave you alone after you tell me whats wrong."

A whimper left Y/N's lips as she thought over what she could say, 'I'm mad because I love you and you'll never love me. But I'm pretending I'm mad because you lied to my face.' No, that wouldn't work. So instead of saying anything Y/N hugged her waist and stared out at the waves for a while. Her curled hair tickled her cheeks as she stared out. Her eyelids, unbeknownst to Sebastian, were blinking tears away. She hated herself for not being able to tell him but she hated Sebastian more for being so oblivious to her feelings.

Taking in a deep but shaky breath, she let a few tears slip past her eyes and onto her cheeks. She knew in the back of her mind what she needed to do which only made her more terrified. Her stomach was a flurry of butterflies and she felt dizzy with nerves.

"I'll tell you what's wrong when you tell me why you brought me here," Y/N whispered so quietly she almost jumped when Sebastian finally replied back.

He patted the grass next to her, signaling her to sit next to him. He seemed to be preparing himself for something Y/N noticed, as she felt the wetness of the grass seep into her dress. She played with her fingers for a while as she waited for a response. She only looked up when he started to talk, "I just," he hesitated for a moment and turned away with a queasy look on his face, Y/N wondered if he was going to throw up, "I thought it would be a good enough time as ever to confess something to you."

Heat rushed up to Y/N's face, her heartbeat racing as her mind went straight to the one thing she was hoping to hear, "Well, you see, ever since I was little my Mother always adored you and well-"

"Yes?"

"That has nothing to do with it actually. I was just stalling. Umm, Y/N, I was hoping that we could put all of our childhood difficulties behind us and maybe start over. I have talked to your Father some. It may be the reason on why you came here instead of Sweden, but I would like to chort you."

Y/N smiled, her cheeks flushing with pleasure as her eyes strayed to the grass flowing in the wind. It could not have been a more perfect day. "I'd like that."

#anmarauder writings #anmarauder writes #reign imagines #reign #sebastian de poitiers x reader #sebastian de poitiers

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curryandbread · 3 years

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Hello! I see you're new to tumblr and you write for yuumori!! It's nice to see that since the fandom lacks fics tbh. I wanted to request something, if that's okay.

A scenario (or whatever you're comfortable with) about William seeing reader again after the whole plan was completed? Hurt/comfort sfw is fine but ultimately it is up to you to decide.

Thank you! I hope I don't sound rude >.<

William reunites with s/o

TW: SPOILERS!!! If you do not read the manga, please skip. You’ve been warned.

thank you for requesting!! sorry for delays, been swamped with work! idk

and no no!! youre not being rude~

“Aftermath”

How long has it been? You already lost track of time ever since that day. The day when your dearest has parted with you.

You were devastated, and everyone in the manor could sense the thick air around you. You couldn’t eat properly for months. You couldn’t collect all the sleep for god knows how long. When you get called to dinner, you’d just grab a glass of water and come back to your room.

It was upsetting, hoping you could get any better. The gang misses William too, but they wouldn’t know how much pain it brings you especially coming from you as someone William loved so dearly. Once again, you were dragging your feet along the floor, making your way to sit next to Louis. Everyone was quiet, not long until someone opened the door to find the greatest detective at the door. You can see Louis’ gaze burning into Sherlock’s new appearance.

And when Sherlock explained he was here to deliver something, you couldn’t help but keep your ears perked.

“William is alive.” Those words that came out of the great detective’s mouth, all blasted and bombarded with roars from the gang.

Everyone was startled, from his little visit, to rather a news worth rejoicing. “Master William is alive!” They cried out.

For now you couldn’t tell what you’re feeling. Should you be celebrating with them? Should you be angry at William for worrying you so much? Should you be angry at him for such a ludicrous plan, only learning that he’s actually out there breathing?

You excused yourself and saw yourself out the door, everyone slightly confused but Jack tells them not to worry.

Your eyes were wandering the place as you headed out to the garden where you and William used to walk around at. You sat on a bench, monitoring your heartbeat as you heaved. “Love?” A voice called out to you, bolting up as you looked towards the direction.

Tears suddenly sprung from your eyes, slowly approaching him. “William...?” You try your best to speak despite your voice cracking. He sighed with a smile and welcomed you with open arms. Before you knew it, your body moved on your own and ran towards his warmth, his embrace. You buried your head on the crook of his neck as you stifled your sobs. “Idiot..!! Stop acting all high and mighty like we’re not gonna meet again!” You hugged him as tight as he could. William stroking your hair as he ran his fingers through, along with another hand rubbing circles on your back.

“From now on, we’re going to be together again.” He exclaimed, which made you just scream harder, crying out all the frustrations on how much you missed him.

“William, I love you.” You look up to him, William giving you the softest smile ever to grace on his face. I love you too, darling.” He kissed your forehead before pulling you back into an embrace.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #william james moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader

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xiaq · 3 years

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That’s so cute that you’re dating your friend! ☺️ I’m curious though, how did that transition happen? Did you go from platonic friends to dating or was it like a flirty, I’ve always liked them as more than friends to dating? How does one even start that conversation to tell their friend that they like like them

What started as a quick answer has now turned into a small novel with a whole lot of sappy drivel at the end. So uh. Enjoy.

Once upon a time, X moved to Dallas, but dearly missed her rock climbing friends back in Austin. So every other month or so, she’d go back for a long weekend visit and climb. B was one of her climbing friends over the years she spent in grad school. She had a low-key crush on him because he was a genuinely good person (climbing with someone tells you a lot about how they handle physical challenges as well as the full spectrum of human emotion), but she didn’t think he had the slightest interest in her. When the pandemic hit, she moved back to Austin to finish grad school remotely. Due to the pandemic, she had a small group of friends who more or less isolated together; she and B started spending more time together— climbing, hiking, game nights, and playing D&D (you also learn a lot about a person through a campaign!), and generally hanging out and talking. She might have actually Attempted (likely terrible) Flirting was it not for her imminent move to Colorado.

They stayed in contact during the year that X was in CO, and after the relatively disastrous end to the nearly 5-month relationship she had while in CO, B gave her an A+ hug her upon her return to Austin over Christmas break. He also was extra nice to her during D&D despite the fact that their characters were usually fighting (She played a chaotic neutral thief-turned-bard. He played a lawful good ranger). He (and all of her climbing/D&D friends) (with varying levels of tact) did their best to cheer her up post-breakup and it was very sweet.

They started texting a bit more once she returned to CO, and he visited (with one of their other climbing friends) before she moved back to Austin. She still didn’t think he was interested, and after her prior relationship, she wasn’t interested in dating anyway (she actually said to her BFF, K, at that point, that she wasn’t going to date anymore and it was a relief to stop caring about what other people thought about her/expected of her. She cut off her hair and dyed it purple and told her dog it’d just be them from there on out)

Except, once she moved back to Austin, she was spending an awful lot of time at B’s place. At the end of a climb, he’d invite over for dinner, or to swim at Barton Springs. And then there weren’t even climbs involved and he was inviting her to play pickleball or watch hockey playoffs. It was a lot of time. Like, a lot. More than she was usually comfortable spending with someone because she liked her alone time and very quickly got “peopled-out” and needed to recharge by herself (preferably with a book). Except she didn’t get tired of spending time with him. But aside from hugs goodbye that tended to linger, she still didn’t get any indication from him that he was interested in a romantic relationship (ok, laying it out like this, I do feel a little dense, now).

Finally, after dinner one night, he carefully told her that he was interested in making their relationship a romantic one. X was conflicted. She’d liked him for a long time in that abstract it’ll-never-happen-so-it’s-ok-if-I’m-a-little-infatuated way and realizing that it COULD happen was pretty damn scary. Especially because she had some…not healthy expectations about what a relationship would entail, at that point. She laid out her concerns (tried to talk him out of it), and he validated those concerns while also telling her exactly how he’d like to approach them while pursuing a relationship. She was too selfish to say no. Because over the years she’d seen him in all sorts of situations and she’d talked to him about everything from religion and politics to moral/ethical dilemmas to the inadequacies of the film adaptations of the Marvel universe. And he'd seen her in all those same situations and apparently still liked her even when she was at her sweatiest, grumpiest, sleep-deprived worst, so she had a whole lot of evidence that they were compatible. Also, she really wanted to kiss the freckles on his nose and that’s not really a friend-sanctioned activity.

A month in, she was pretty sure she was in love with him.

Two months in, she was definitely sure.

Three months in, she is the happiest she’s ever been in a relationship. She’d always heard that relationships were work, and they are! Two people negotiating life together will always take work. But she always thought that the simple act of being with someone was also supposed to be work. She’s realized that’s not the case, now.

Because being with B is easy. It’s like having a best friend who you go on adventures with, but then at the end of the day you also get to lay on top of them while you watch the Olympics and they’ll pet you and give you a mohawk and talk about how you’d make a very lovely troli doll, and then you hold hands while taking the dog for a last nighttime walk. And when you get back, you clean the kitchen together and intentionally get in each other’s way so you have to stop to kiss for a bit with soap suds on your hands, and later you shower together without being anxious because you know that when they touch you it’s because they just want to touch you, not because they're going to demand anything else. And you go to bed and they sprawl on top of you like a particularly warm, fond, anchor, and ask you about obscure literary or history facts, or you ask them about places they’ve traveled or favorite memories until your voices are rough and you’re ready to sleep. And in the morning you wake up with your best friend. With your foreheads pressed together and your legs tangled and maybe you have sex, but maybe you don’t and it doesn’t even matter because the important thing is that you get to spend another day together.

Okay, I’m getting off track, here. But that was the transition in a not-so-brief nutshell. And I don’t know how one is supposed to start the conversation, but B started it with, “Have you ever thought about us dating?” Best question I’ve ever been asked, tbh.

10/10 do recommend dating a friend.

#answered asks #mylife #B #cute #friends to lovers #but irl

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babyyweebbitch · 3 years

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Please stay with me — Remake

Soo I reread the one I did before and I wanted to remake it because it wasn’t as good (heres the first one) I hope I can make this one better 😭😭 Also, grab tissues. I made this TOO sad

TW // death ; blood ; funeral ; severe depression & relapse

summary: Chris Redfield and his wife were on a mission a seven months after Piers’ death. His wife has been Captain of their team ever since that day.

Seven months ago Piers Nivans died in order to save Chris’ life and for the BSAA. Chris was still fucked up after that day and he thinks about it almost every day. He took a break from the BSAA since his wife made him. It wasn’t a very long one though, he missed being at work, he missed his coworkers and he missed her

Chris resigned as Captain and let his wife replace him. It was a very emotional day not not only for her and Chris but for the entire BSAA because they’ve never had a woman as Captain before. She was a good captain probably even better than Chris. Despite her height, weight and basically being the youngest on that team at 28. She was undoubtedly the best captain in years

Her team along with Chris were on a mission. Their mission was to take out the enemy, find three hostages and disable the bombs set in the building “Okay men… we’re gonna be splitting into three teams since there’s a lot of us here. Team A; Corey, John and Andrew. Your job is to find out where the bombs are and disable them as quickly as possible.”

“Yes ma’am!” The three went off to do their job as told

“Team B; Phil, Jean and Mark, you’re in charge of finding and getting the hostages to safety out of this building. You three can split up, stay together I don’t care. As long as your job is done”

“Ma’am” the three left

She turned to Eric and Chris who were standing together “what a coincidence, you two are with me.” She said with a slight smile on her face, walking ahead of the two Eric leaned over to Chris “She’s so cool…” Chris thought of Finn the moment he said that, he couldn’t help but to smile and look at him “I know…”

“Stop standing around we have a mission you know!” She yelled out to the two of them. Chris and Eric quickly made their way to the door the enemies were behind, Chris was silent the entire time before he was quickly checked back into reality with a pat on the shoulder “you okay? We need you fully here for this” his wife said as he looked down at her and nodded “yeah I’m okay…”

Chris, his wife and Eric all prepared as the door was blown open and guns were firing. The three did take cover just in time. After about five minutes of gun fire and fighting it finally stopped, thinking they had all the enemies taken care of they all stood up “good job! We did it — Chris!” Y/N called out as she did catch a glimpse of an enemy that didn’t die somehow standing up and pointing their gun towards Chris.

She quickly ran towards Chris and pushed him out the way, for Chris it’s almost like everything was happening in slow motion. He had to process everything leading up to that moment. He heard a scream of pain when his head finally cleared, looking up to see his wife shot in the sternum and Eric shooting the enemy down

She started to fall and Chris caught her before she hit the floor, his eyes started filling up with tears as he looked at her “baby please… tell me this is a joke!”

She knew she was dying, her body felt so cold from the inside out she, she coughed before reaching into one of her many pokes on her pants “c…Chris… do me a favour okay? Please…. stay safe” she handed him her wedding ring, she never wore it during missions to avoid it getting broken, rusted or something. So she held it in her pocket where it was safe “I… feel so… cold”

Chris looked at the ring then at her “no don’t say that! You’re gonna be fine! You’re gonna be fine! Please stay with me!” He started crying, Eric stood by as Team B; Phil, Jean and Mark came in. They surprisingly finished the bomb quicker than expected “Captain w—“ Mark was starting to talk but he quickly stopped when he realised what was happening

“Guys… take care of him for me…” she struggled to talk. She looked up at Chris to see him crying, she lifted her Hand up to his cheek to wipe his tears one last time “no no… don’t cry hon… I’ll tell my parents you said hi… I love you..” Chris held onto her hand and his heart practically stopped the moment he felt her hand and body go heavy and her head fall back … she was dead now

“No…. Please come back! Please don’t go! Y/N!!!” He held her body close and just sobbed, Eric and team B were tearing up and trying to wipe their tears

It took a while to get Chris to let go of her body and let them put her on a stretcher and on the truck so they can go back. When they finally did everyone on the team was there. It took three guys to pry him off of her This was the first time they’ve ever seen him cry like this

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It’s been almost a month since she’s died, Chris looked horrible. He hasn’t shaved, left the house, he started drinking again and Claire had to clean him up at night since he wasn’t sober enough to even do it himself. The house looked like shit especially the room Chris and his wife shared

It was the day of the funeral and Chris was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the picture of him and her on their wedding day back in 2007. He somehow managed to even get up that day and not drink. He showered that morning, got dressed in a suit and did his hair. He still didn’t shave though

Claire came in “Chris? You ready?” She asked. She had on a black dress on “I guess so…” Chris responded. He stood up and placed the picture down on the night stand and grabbed the necklace he had with his wife’s ring on it.

Claire fixed his tie and jacket before they left. Chris was always taking care of her when she was younger so now it was time for her to take care of her older brother “good. Let’s go” Claire let him walk in front of her to the car. She drove because one he couldn’t think straight enough to drive and he was completely hung over from drinking too much

After about a 45 minute drive they arrived to where her funeral was being held at. Everyone they knew was there, Leon, their BSAA team, Her family. It was hard for him to see her brother and sister at their older sisters funeral

The ceremony, the viewing and speeches all happened and Chris barely even got through his speech without crying

(Im so so so sorry for this next part)

Chris’ speech: “Y/N was an amazing person, she always took care of everyone, me, her siblings, our team, Claire… everyone. She put everyone before herself no matter who they were. She joined the BSAA not because of herself because of her parents death in Raccoon City. She promised them she would do something in any way to stop what happened in Raccoon from ever happening again. She treated our team like her family and even the rookies as her kids even if they were a few years younger then her. She was an even amazing person and wife. And I miss her dearly.”

There wasn’t a single dry eye in that room when Chris said his speech. After everything, everyone went inside to eat and talk.

Chris sat with Claire and Y/N’s siblings. He just picked at his food and stared at the plate. He was terrifyingly silent before Leon came over “hey Chris… how are you holding up?” Leon asked as he stared at Chris. He could tell how hard this has affected Chris. “I’m fine…”

“Chris… You need to eat. All you’ve done in the past month was drink, workout and cry… You need to at least eat something” Claire said “she wouldn’t want this… Her or Piers wouldn’t want you to be like this. Y/N would be yelling at you if she saw you picking at your food like this. We both know she would”

Chris’ eyes started to water once again before he spoke “I…. I know.. but I just miss her so much, Claire… we were gonna start a family together… she wanted to have kids and get a bigger house so we can have a big family… now I can’t have one because she’s the only person I wanted a family with…” Chris sighed softly as he wiped his eyes

“I miss her too… we all do…” Leon commented looking down at his plate. Chris eventually ended up eating his food and everyone left to go home. The entire drive home was deafening to the point you can hear a pin drop

When he got home he changed inside a fresh pair of clothes and he started to clean the house, starting with the bedroom and ending in the Kitchen. He cleaned it exactly how she’d like it and when he was finished around 3:32 am he sat on the couch and sighed

They were right… She would yell at him if she saw the way he was, how the house was when she died

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After a few years pass it’s before the entire Village situation. Every week since the funeral Chris visited her grave and just talked to her for a bit. On her birthday he spent almost half the day there, on new year’s he watched the fireworks by your gave.

He still hasn’t moved on since her death he can’t even get into another relationship with a woman since her death but it’s not like he can find anyone else like her… and honestly he didn’t want to.

IM SO FUCKING SORRY FOR MAKING THIS EVEN SADDER tbh tho I started tearing up writing this

#resident evil biohazard #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #resident evil 6 #Chris Redfield #chris redfield x reader #Chris Redfield angst #angst #reaident evil #resident evil angst #resident evil x reader #fem reader #if I’m being honest I cried 🧍🏾‍♀️

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heniareth · 2 years

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I come looking for more Astala and Ilanlas lore >:)

🍎 🌽 🍪 🍹

Whichever for whichever character you think is more fun/hasn’t been answered for! Or both, both is good!!

Oh hiiiiii!!! Come on in, I'm very excited to deliver some lore XD

This goes under the cut bc it’s a long one

🍎: Do they share any features or traits with any family members?

Ilanlas doesn’t really know since he never knew his parents. Ashalle told him, however, that his father was short, just like he is. Since I write about him and know more, I can tell you that he gets his hair color (but not the texture), the smirk and the quick wit from his father. His mother tanned easily like he does, has given him her straight hair and the need for solitude. Tbh it's kinda sad that he never got the chance to see himself through the traits he inherited from his parents

For Astala I’ve answered this ask here

🌽: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?

Ilanlas is fine with acts of affection, although he doesn't really initiate them. He's a sling-an-arm-around-your-shoulder, slap-you-on-the-back-as-he-walks-by kinda guy. What comes most naturally to him is taking over tasks for somebody; Ashalle misses him dearly whenever she has to thread her needle because he always did it for her ever since age made her eyesight worse. Ilanlas's favorite act of affection is probably when somebody comes looking for him after letting him have some quiet time and gets him to rejoin the larger group. Because Ilanlas does a lot of stupid stuff, that act of looking for him, maybe having a short talk about the dumb stuff, and then letting him come back is what tells him everything's okay and he's loved, dumb stuff and all

Astala gives out acts of affection very freely: fooling around, complaining together about something, encouragement, advice, sometimes compliments, a hug, a squeeze to the shoulder, the list is long. She likes it when people follow her lead and allow her to put them on the same wavelength. Her favorite act of affection is when somebody stands with her against a problem. She's been dealing with her own and others' issues for so long that somebody taking care of hers might go as far as making her tear up, deoending how stressed she is at the moment

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to you OC?

For Astala, it’s definitely Nelaros’s ring. She keeps it without quite knowing why and it becomes hugely important for her. Then there’s her mother’s dagger, but the sentimentality attached to it is complicated bc her martial prowess is what ultimately got her mother killed, and bc it ties in with all the expectations Adaia placed upon Astala to become a great warrior

For Ilanlas, it’s the necklace Ashalle kept from his parents. It was a gift from his father to his mother, and is made up of hundreds of wooden beads, each carved into the shape of an animal (deer, hawks, wolves, and rabbits). He also keeps a small knife that beloged to Tamlen. Tamlen cut his name and some stick figures into the wooden handle, and Ilanlas looks at the crude carvings often when he misses him.

🍹: Does your OC have any funny anecdotes told about them?

Ilanlas once stole the ink used to make vallaslin because the Keeper had told him there was no way he'd get them that year. In his defense, he was 16 and it seemed like a good idea at the time. If he wasn't allowed to get his vallaslin, nobody would. He even buried the clothes that got stained with the ink to hide the evidence. Alas, the adults found out, although they had to ask him to return the ink because they couldn't find them on their own. Ashalle also made him dig up the buried clothes and clean them himself

When Astala was about 14, she had a terrible crush on Alarith, who was 17 at the time and had just arrived in the city. Astala would spend so much time peeking through the shop windows (often with a very bored Shianni in tow), until Alarith flat-out told her to either help or stop following him around. Astala did help, just that once. After that, she was too embarrassed to go back to the shop. Luckily her crush had blown over by the time Alarith got married

Thank you very much for these questions XD I've had a lot of fun with all of them, but especially the one with the anecdotes. I gotta come up with some more. Cheers!

The questions come from this Odd OC Asks post

#astala tabris #ilanlas mahariel #warden tabris #warden mahariel #my ocs #dao #dragon age #ask game #for fun

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writefightandflightclub · 3 years

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You are my sunshine (Finn x GN reader)

What is this? This is 7/10 one-shots/blurbs for my “friends to lovers” event. (More deets in pinned post). The prompt is from @phoenixhalliwell and is Finn with “You think something is wrong but I simply have a huge crush on you and turn to jelly whenever you’re around.” Emma, thanks so much, and I hope that you like this! <3 I don’t write Finn often so I dearly hope I did him justice!

Author’s note: Finn! He’s precious. He deserves everything! Hope you enjoy this- there’s a little bit of angst but it’s followed by fluff. Everything ends well <3

Word count: 3k. You had all better be proud of me for writing something less than 5k :P

Warnings: lil bit of angst (reader thinks Finn is mad at them). Trapped in a cockpit but no danger / not claustrophobic or anything. Slight reader insecurity. It’s pretty light tbh :o)

You watch Finn leave with a sharp pang of pain. His excuses are becoming more and more elaborate, and it’s wearing thin.

“Sorry, I have to go and deal with a porg infestation on the Falcon.”

“I can’t hang around, Leia’s fuming mad at Poe - he made some crude Outer Rim innuendo during the briefing and she is pissed.”

“I can’t play sabacc anyway because... because I got dust in my eyes on the mission and everything is blurry.”

“I have to run and...” and then he, in fact, ran away from you.

Alright, the first two were feasible, but that last one, especially? Pretty kriffing flimsy.

It was beginning to sting a little. Alright, a lot. You and Finn usually hung out, whenever he was around on base. You always had, ever since Finn had taken control of his fate and been welcomed by the Resistance.

Since then, you had become his first real friend, and when everything was scary and new to him, you had held his hand. Literally- Finn was always reaching for you. For comfort. For reassurance. To demonstrate his fondness of you. Just because.

Of course, he’d settled into the Resistance like he’d always been a part of it, and had quickly formed a range of new friendships, including with Poe and Rey - all the cool kids on base. Of course he had. The man is likeable, courageous, and he has sunshine in his heart - despite being raised in the shadows. The strength of his light is so powerful that it blinds you sometimes. So, he’d made other friends, but you had always been his first, and his best.

At least, until now.

Recently, Finn’s touches and warm hugs and light had begun to retreat from your sky. You miss his bright brown eyes and his beaming smile desperately. You miss your movie nights and long chats. You miss laughing until your sides hurt. You miss the way he can turn anything into an adventure. The way he really listens when you talk, and his good, brave, generous heart.

This distance? It is more than a natural drift - it is more an intentional break. Intentional on his side, at least. Most definitely not on yours.

You don’t know why. You don’t know what you’ve done wrong…

…But you are determined to find out.

And, if Finn won’t talk to you off his own back, you’ll simply have to concoct some flimsy excuse of your own.

***

That’s exactly what you do, yourself and Finn now sealed together, alone, in the cockpit of some old cargo ship.

“You’ve trapped us in here?!” the man exclaims, voice loud and ringing with a rising panic.

“No,” you sigh, defeatedly. You don’t want to panic him - you just want to talk to him; without him running away. “You’re not trapped. Obviously, I’d never actually...” you trail off as you watch Finn urgently button-bashing on the control panel by the door, clearly pretty desperate to leave. “I just thought…” you explain, raising your voice a little to be heard over his rising and increasingly vocal frustration. “It was supposed to be a chance for us to talk.”

Finn turns towards you, all this energy coiling in his body, practically bouncing on his toes in his rush to get out of there. He looks as though the prospect of talking to you fills him with dread.

Your face drops. You should have realised this was a bad idea.

“We talked this morning,” Finn defends, weakly. Yeah, for all of two seconds. “Can’t you open this thing?” he pleads, throwing his thumb towards the door.

Fine. Whatever. If he’s that desperate to flee from you, so be it. Maybe you need to accept the fact that things aren’t the same between you anymore. Maybe never will be. Your heart aches in your chest.

Your shoulders slumping, you push the Jedi-in-training and all-round Resistance hero aside, punching the unlock code into the panel.

It beeps angrily in response.

A furrow in your brow, you try again.

“Oh, kriff.”

“What is it?” Finn asks from over your shoulder.

This is fine, actually. You have a back-up. Except, you pat your belt for your communicator, remembering at the same time exactly where you left it in the hangar.

“Okay,” you turn around to face him, your face locked in an apologetic grimace, hands raised in surrender. “So, we may actually be trapped now, but I would like to emphasise this was very much not The Plan.”

Finn purses his full, brown lips together, in entirely transparent irritation, an ire brewing in his eyes.

“I’m sorry!” you say defensively, though you note that your friend, Finn, would have found this funny -made the best of it- and the Finn is front of you now is someone else entirely.

“Being stuck here with you is the last thing I need right now,” Finn says into his hands, the words muffled, and yet their meaning perfectly -and painfully- clear.

Oh. Okay. That’s how it is?

You take a step back from him, wrapping your arms around yourself and rotating quickly away to face the transparisteel window. His harshness feels so alien to you, and bitter tears sting in your eyes, which you don’t want him to see.

“Kriff. That’s not what I meant. It came out wrong,” Finn says softly from behind you, and you finally hear the familiar kindness infusing his voice. The kindness you’ve been so desperate to enjoy again these past weeks. “What I meant was... was...”

Your back to him still, you raise your arm in the air. “Save it, Big Deal. You don’t want to talk to me? Let’s not talk,” you bite, your voice low and taut.

You’ve given Finn the benefit of the doubt for long enough now. Maybe this was a problem you shouldn’t try to fix. He obviously likes things precisely as they are.

Finn, for his part, hovers beside you, clearly apologetic, but you can’t even bring yourself to look at him. Instead, you focus all of your energies on popping open the console, pulling out the wire guts, and looking for a way to open this damn door.

He may have been running away from you, but now you’re the one who wants nothing more than to get out of there.

You had wanted to talk, but all of a sudden you don’t want to hear it. You can’t take one more flimsy excuse without breaking.

***

You’d tried everything. Banging on the door, waving out of the viewports. Trying to find a hatch to escape out of. There was nothing left to do but wait for your data patch to run. You’d linked-up some wires and an old data-pad to the controls, and it was simply a matter of time before your program loaded, overriding the door panel and thus letting you out of there.

Unfortunately, the small matter of time is proving problematic. It has already been about an hour, and the screen indicates your program is only about 75 per cent through -blasted old tech- and you’re not sure how much longer you can endure this fraught, awkward silence.

Save for your escape attempts, you and Finn still haven’t spoken, and, eventually admitting defeat, you have each sunk to the floor on opposite sides of the cockpit, your knees drawn-up to your chest and backs pressed against the walls of the cool metal chamber. Now, the increasingly cool metal chamber, as the afternoon draws on and the suns begin to sink below the horizon.

You sigh.

“Why are you avoiding me, Finn?” you finally ask, firmly, bringing your eyes to meet his. “And, I beg you. No more kriffing excuses.”

Finn’s knees are drawn-up too, and his elbows resting on top of them, fingers weaving and fiddling together somewhere in the middle as your question finds him.

He purses his lips together once more, his bright, expressive eyes brimming with trepidation, his hand coming up to self-consciously brush against the tip of his rounded nose.

Eventually, his head drops down, until you’re only looking at the top of it. He’s growing out his tightly-coiled, black hair on the top, sides closely cropped, and you idly note that the length suits him. There’s nothing else to note, as he still isn’t saying anything.

Still, when you take a step back from your anger and your boredom, you recognise all the signs of him being anxious, now that he can no longer run away from your questions.

“It’s not what you think,” he sighs, and you shake your head in continued frustration and look sharply away, up and out of the viewport.

And, in the continued absence of an answer from him, your insecurities begin to fill in the blanks. “You know, Big Deal, you don’t have to hang around me just because I’m the first person you met.” Out of the corner of your eye you see Finn’s head snap up to look at you, distress shining in his eyes. You ignore it. “If you’ve decided this friendship isn’t what you need anymore, I can take it. I just wish you’d stop bullshitting me. I deserve better than that.”

Then, you try to suppress it, but you shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to keep warm. You’ve felt chilly for a while now, but you have desperately been trying to conceal the fact.

Without missing a beat, Finn slips his -Poe’s- jacket off from his shoulders, shuffling closer to you, without rising from the floor. As he shrugs it off, he reveals nothing but a white, ribbed vest underneath, tight over his toned figure, and tucked into his belt at his waist. The vest sits in contrast with the deep brown of his skin, the bulge of his cultivated muscles evident in his strong, densely-packed shoulders and arms.

This? This is precisely what you’ve been trying to avoid. You feel warmer already.

Regardless, he moves to your side, kneeling next to you, and he pauses when he gets there. Hesitates. He lifts his finger, running it ever so slowly over the textured goosepimples on your forearm. “You’re cold,” he states, his voice so deep and rich, and his touch and his proximity sending a shiver through you in an entirely different way. You’d like to argue, you really would, but he weakens you, his sudden warmth melting you quickly after his long absence, and you let him guide you forward enough that he can drape his jacket around your shoulders. It is still warm from his body heat. It smells like him.

You wanted silence, but this is the kind that you don’t like; tense, albeit in a different way.

“Thank you,” you say thinly, expecting Finn to pull immediately away again. But he doesn’t.

Instead, his eyes go a little wide and afraid, even as he sets his jaw determinedly. He reaches his hand out, ghosting it slowly down the length of your arm, until he has scooped one of your hands up and flattened it in-between his own broad, warm palms.

Holding your hand.

You’ve missed that so much.

You watch Finn in gentle puzzlement, as his pink tongue nervously swipes out over his bottom-lip. And, with your eyes gently encouraging him to go on, he finally blurts it out. He finally says what he’s been keeping from you.

“I have a huge crush on you. I turn to kriffing jelly whenever you’re around me.”

Your hand suddenly becomes clammy, held in-between his. Your heart quickens.

Wait, what?

“I’m so sorry if I hurt you,” he says, his eyes soft like distant starlight. “It’s just, I panic. I know I like to pretend I’m all smooth...” he chuckles self-consciously, that laugh sounding from deep in his chest, and oh boy, you’ve missed that sound too. You’ve missed that gorgeous pearly smile, which blooms tentatively on his face.

“Smooth?! You do a terrible job of that, Finn, no-one’s buying it,” you tease, but it’s fond, your free hand settling on top of his, and your eyes crinkling with reciprocal joy as his beautiful broad smile widens, his face full of sparkle and light.

“Oh? Okay. That’s how it is?” he laughs.

You’ve missed this. Have missed him.

That’s it? That’s all it is? He has a crush?

After a few moments, the two of you apparently basking in relief -on your part that you haven’t done anything wrong, and on his, that his confession is finally through- his smile naturally falls from his lips; however, it lingers in his eyes, that gentle starlight back again.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you. I just… kept messing everything up around you. I didn’t want you to think I was the biggest dumbass on base.”

“Oh, Finn, honey-” you grin, and he completes the sentence with you, nodding, and a big chuckle falling out of him. “Poe is the biggest dumbass on base.”

Isn’t that the truth?

You simply look at each other for a moment, all this starlight swirling in the space between you.

“Come here,” you say softly, finally, unable to resist, and you shuffle on to your knees so you can lean forward and give him the biggest hug, your arms folding around his sturdy, muscled form. It feels so good to close this distance, especially after so long. Especially as no-one on base gives better hugs than Finn, you are reminded, as he holds you.

“Are we... cool?” he asks apprehensively, into your shoulder as he squeezes you tightly, and you pull back from him, your hands still resting on his shoulders and his weaving under, settled around your waist.

“We’ll always be cool, Finn. It’s going to take more than that.”

“Yeah?” he smiles happily. “Good, because I missed you so kriffing much. I have so much to tell you.”

“And I want to hear it, but first,” your mouth tips up into a smirk. “Can I kiss you now?”

Finn’s eyes widen in shock and he makes a bunch of noises – broken, flustered syllables and consonants, his eyelashes fluttering in disbelief. He’s sunk into his relief so readily, that he must have forgotten entirely to entertain the idea you might like him back.

Your hands trail all the way down his toned arms, until you slowly fold his hands into yours, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “Play it cool, Finn,” you tease, giving him a quick wink.

He schools himself, and even as you notice a hard swallow bob down his throat, and he lets out a long, slow exhale of breath through the circle of his lips, he makes use of his classic bravado. At least, for long enough to get some coherent strings of words out.

“Yes please. Y-yeah. Kiss me. You... should do that.”

Too many words.

So, you inch forward, and you press a fleeting, light, chaste kiss to his impossibly soft lips. Just enough to shut him up, before dipping your head back, giving him time to respond.

He looks at you sweetly, in shock for a moment, but, before you know it, his lips are chasing yours with a whole new confidence, and his mouth twitches-up in a smile as he meets you again. This time, the kiss is not fleeting. This time, it is drawn-out; a slow, sensual, gradually deepening thing. He hums against your mouth, the sound low and reverberating through you, and, as the kiss grows, his broad hands slowly and safely lower you down against the cockpit floor, arranging his jacket under you so that your skin needn’t touch the cold metal - only his warmth.

When you break for air, he settles himself over you, strong arms holding him up, his eyes shining with disbelief and adoration. He looks at you in a way that says – yes, you may have been his first friend, but that, maybe, you could be his first love as well.

As he gazes down at you, your hands wind up around the back of his head, skimming lovingly over his textured, raven hair, and readying to pull him back down to you, eager to drink more of him in. To feel more of his skin against yours. However; you are cruelly interrupted by a harsh sequence of beeps, indicating that the door is finally unlocked. Finn briefly twists his head over his shoulder, confirming with a look.

“Power’s back on- we can get out of here now,” you say breathily from under him.

“Nah,” he says, with a subtle smirk and a shake of his head, apparently not wanting to move anywhere that would shift his warm body from on top of yours. “I think we should stay here a little longer, how about you?”

“Fine by me, Finn,” you agree quickly, beaming back at him, like the moon reflecting sunlight, basking in his warm glow.

His eyes narrow for a moment, searching yours, and he rolls you both on to your sides, your thigh coming to land over him, and his warm hand begins to stroke you there, as his sweet, languid kisses continue to find you in succession, his breaths coming more quickly, his need unravelling. “Is this okay?” he asks, pausing momentarily to skim his thumb over your cheek and down under your chin. “How are you feeling?”

While Finn seems relatively calm and sure right now, you are suddenly feeling like jelly. “Shaking. Nervous,” you admit, your words trembling out of you.

He nods a little, like he could tell. Maybe he could feel you tremble against him, or maybe it’s deeper than that. Maybe it’s the Force. You certainly feel like something deep and powerful is eddying between you.

“It’s okay,” Finn promises softly, his voice breath, and planting a small kiss to the tip of your nose. “If you want to keep going, I’ll be here to hold you.”

Your eyes shine with happy tears, and this time, when you drag him enthusiastically to your lips, your legs wrapping more tightly around him, you know that you need not be nervous at all. It has always felt right whenever he reached for you, ever since the beginning; and now is no exception. It is so much more than him holding you physically – you feel safe in his arms in every way you could.

You had missed him so deeply, not only because you have a huge crush on him right back, but also because he is your friend. And while he may not have been your first? He is certainly your best.

Finn is your sunshine, and you are endlessly pleased to have him back; to see him shining.

#finn star wars #finn x reader #john boyega #finn (star wars) x reader #star wars imagine

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Eeeeeeeeep nemo darling!🥺🥺🥺❤☺☺☺😆 guess whoooooo🥺🥺

🥺hehehe ive been inspired by the Theo proposal fic eeeep🥺❤dammit why didn't i request that🤣❤❤ tbh ive been typing this for the last hour🤣🤣freaken distractions🤣🤣

hehehehe okay okay here we go! My darling nemo could i pretty please with candy on top request a proposal from keiji hehehe🥺🥺🥺🥺😳😳😳😳 this boy has captured my heart and now he has been added to the things that occupy my heart❤❤❤😳😳😳 dont fear love i still love and cherish my dearest barkers, he shall not be left on the pavement, afterall i love the man too much❤❤❤ hehe seeee zeta is 100% loyal ❤❤❤❤

Love you lots neeeeems❤❤❤❤ good luck with your meeting and thank you for being such a wonderful person and friend🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Eeeek, Zeta-dearest!!! I never have to guess, I just have to look at the abundance of emojis 😂😂😂

Oh man, that Theo proposal fic feels like it was so long ago... I’m surprised you actually found it, because damn. But if it inspires a proposal fic for Keiji? 😳😳😳 Hey, hey, hey //Hamilton’s Winters Ball

Okay, okay, but all of da bois in your heart, but I got the biggest room, right? 😏😏😏 They can share, as long as I’m the only one in the upper room. 😏😏😏

And I don’t blame you for falling for Keiji, I’m also falling hard. 😳😳😳

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Keiji Maeda

Prompt: Proposal

The way you stared couldn't be missed. The eyes that followed him, tracing over his hair. Keiji knew that you were fighting the urge to run your hand through his sunkissed tresses. He also knew that you respected his boundaries and his wishes and as such kept your distance.

Instead you would ask for a hug and the man would happily grant it to you, all the while he would stare at your hair and run his hand through it. He thought your hair to be equally as beautiful, perhaps even more so, but he knew himself to be biased in a way.

Keiji also knew himself to be unfair, for he saw your longing looks and he recalled what he had said before about his hair. How he didn't like it for his hair to be combed by another. The comfort of it reminding him of a home lost, a person he missed, the people he lost, and the love he missed. It brought him back to a time he could never return to and so dearly missed. But he was here now, with you and a new love to start over with. It was a long path, but one he braved with you nonetheless.

It was a ritual between the both of you to comb your hair to ready you for the morning. With deft artisan fingers he would help you get ready for yet another day of work, making sure to do your hair in a way it wouldn't fall into your face.

"In my travels I have seen a marriage custom in which a couple comb each other's hair," he told you, delighting in the blush that crawled up from your neck, heating up his fingers at the base. "In others a man gifts a comb as a proposal," Keiji followed as he retraced all wedding traditions he recalled that involved hair, the heat emanating from you deepening as he leaned over your shoulder to put his face next to yours in the reflection of the mirror.

"I have heard of cultures in which they tie their hair together in a knot, to symbolise the union of their very beings," he continued, his voice just a gentle whisper as his fingers curled a strand of your hair around.

Keiji wanted to follow with more examples, as he recalled the belief that the hair housed their spirit, but instead his gaze met yours through the mirror and he fell quiet.

"Are you proposing?" you finally found your voice back, fighting back as you turned to face him directly. Keiji still wasn't used to being teased back and that was evident in his silence and the colour that rose on his cheeks.

He had considered the option, he had mulled over it, but not dared to express it. Keiji wasn't sure what he was waiting for, or what held him back, for he knew that he held no doubts about being with you.

"Would that make you happy?" he carefully asked instead and your confusion was evident as you blinked and mulled, pondering over the meaning of marriage both in the context of the Sengoku era and your own time. Keiji knew those two to be different and yet, from the way you had talked about it, he felt that in the end that the two of you held one understanding of it.

The male started when he felt you lace your fingers through his, gently peeling his hand away from your neck as you brought it to your lips in the same way he so often liked to do with you.

"I'm sure to be happy as long as I'm with you."

The words, simple as they were, struck the man as his breath stilled. And it wasn't that he had never recognised your beauty before, but Keiji swore that in that moment you had seemed more radiant to him than ever before, to the point that he couldn't turn away, or even form a word.

If he wanted to marry you? The answer seemed so simple right then and every 'but' just an excuse. Yet there was a 'but' and Keiji relented to that, instead he moved in to capture your lips, longing, hungry and he supposed his answer could be felt in that.

The thought plagued him. Through work, through training. Through every glimpse he caught of you, and there were many for his eyes always sought you.

He didn't want to do it because you had asked. Nor did he want to do it half-prepared, but there really had been no use in waiting for longer and there was no reason why he should hold back now when the two of you were of one mind. And Keini mulled and mulled until nighttime came and you embraced him once more, content and tired after a long day, satisfied to be returned into his arms.

"Do you want to brush?" he asked, fingers once more combing through your hair as you looked up in surprise, panic rising as you felt around your head. Keiji scoffed at that gesture and at your unassuming nature as he pulled you up closer, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

"No mine, do you want to brush my hair?" he asks, regretting that he had to miss the expression on your face that accompanied the shock from your chest and the stilling of your breath. But he liked your scent and he was sure he was just as red as you felt, embarrassing him all the more for he wanted to come across as sure and not as shy.

Your gentle response was to unwind the ribbon in his hair, fingers carefully brushing across his scalp as another arm held him tighter, as if afraid that he might recoil.

"I didn't want to upset you." The answer you gave struck him. Had he come across as such, or did it feel like he had pushed you away? Pulling away Keiji faced you, his hair falling across his face as his eyes stood determined like the sun in a summer sky.

"I want home to be with you," he said, his hair framing his face as he allowed you to touch it and play with it as much as you liked. For once he didn't flinch, nor feel that rising discomfort as you did. The tenderness in which you touched him, as if he was precious and frail, the love evident in every caress. It reminded him of the people he missed, those he had lost, but above all, it reminded him of the love he had received and the one he had now.

"I want us to be family," he exclaimed, and the smile that broke through as you touched his hair once more, not replacing the memories of those he had lost, but accompanying them and joining in the little fortune he had known, felt brighter than the sun breaking through the clouds.

And to this you giggled, your hand moving to his face as your eyes shimmered in both joy and endearment and for a moment all Keiji could see was the way he was reflected in your eyes as you pulled him closer, foreheads touching as you gave your answer:

"Let's brush your hair."

#ikesen keiji #ikemen sengoku keiji #ikemen keiji #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen x reader #ikemen sengoku x reader

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Help | Makoto Tachibana

Pairing: Makoto X Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: flufff with lil kids (Makoto’s younger siblings)

Author’s Note: looking for the gifs is the best part tbh

just look at him ugh thank you Kouji Ouji, and thank you Kyoto Animation for bringing him and the entire show to life 🤧

A warm spring breeze blew through the streets and through the window of the Tachibana household. You held Ren in your arms as you sat in the kitchen chair, bouncing the young toddler in your lap as Makoto went about the house, vacuuming, doing the laundry. You came by this morning after getting a call from Makoto, needing your help. His parents had been out of the house for a few days on a business trip, leaving him to take care of Ren and Ran, his young toddler twin siblings. When you came over, he was waiting by the door for you to arrive so he could take Ran to preschool for the day, but Ren had to stay home since the little one came down with a little cold.

It wasn’t too hard of a job for Makoto, but to juggle the schoolwork he had to receive from Haru made it a bit of a challenge. Little kids were a lot to handle with all the attention they needed, but it was such a weight off to know his younger siblings were in good hands whenever you came and helped.

He came from behind you as you fed Ran his snacks, patting your head. “Thank you for coming on such short notice.” He presses a kiss to your head, grateful to have you in his life. “I hope it’s not too much for you.”

“No need to thank me,” you smiled. “And he’s behaving so well, aren’t you Rennie?” A nickname you had given him. Makoto didn’t ask for help often when it came to things at home, so it meant a lot to you that he asked you to help, but it also meant that he really had his hands full.

“Yes!” The little boy bounced in your lap as he threw his arms around your neck, burying his smiles and giggles into your shoulder. You squeezed him lightly in your own arms, smiling up at Makoto as he looked at you with his pinger brother with adoring eyes.

“Oh! I have to hang up the laundry,” he suddenly remembered. “I’m probably going to have to leave to pick up Ran from preschool. Could you make sure he naps later?” He asked as he made his way to he back of the house, getting the clothes from the washer.

“No problem!” You called. “Looks like it’s just you and me,” you brushed the hair from the little boy’s face as he settled back down in your lap, sneezing. You wiped his nose and let him continue to eat the cut up vegetables his mother had left for him.

The day went on with the two of you in the kitchen and now you had to wait some time before you put him down for his nap. Makoto hung each article of clothing one after the other, pinning them to the clothes line to let them dry naturally by air. He kept his eyes on the watch on his wrist, hanging up as much as he could.

As he was about to pin up the last shirt, his watch began to beep, reminding him that it was time to go. He quickly pinned the final shirt and left the basket, reminding himself to bring it back inside when he came back. He proceeded to walk at a fairly fast pace, which was quite easy due to his long legs. The streets were almost empty, except for a few older adults who talked outside their homes, on their porches, or went on walks alongside the beach. The sun glimmered over the horizon, making him wonder if Haru was in there swimming since the weather was so nice.

He passed by the swim club he participated in his childhood alongside Haru, soon approaching the preschool. Many parents walked hand in hand with their child or children, leaving their classrooms.

“Ran, time to go home,” he called to his younger sister, tying her shoes. As busy as they made his life, he was happy he got to experience his life as an older brother.

“Coming!” She called, skipping over to him as he knelt down, taking her into his arms. “Is Ren okay?” She asked as he readjusted his hands, holding her firmly against his body so she wouldn’t fall.

“Mmhm, he’s doing a lot better than he was this morning. Did you miss him?”

“A little bit,” She responded although on the inside, she missed him dearly. They were always together but a day without each other made them notice the difference.

“Aw, it’s okay, you’ll see him soon. Y/N is at hone too,” he smiled knowing how much the younger ones liked you and vice versa. It amazed him how natural you were with kids, but it was also something he admired about you.

“Really?” She gasped excitedly. “We gotta hurry up and go home!” She began to fuss in his arms, trying to climb down as if she could run any faster than he could walk.

“Wait, don’t move too much or else you’ll fall!” He firmed his grasp around her and picked up the pace to soothe her.

Back at home, you carried the little boy up the stairs toward the shared bedroom and laid him into his bed. “Ready for your nap?” Your voice soft.

“I’m not tired,” he said as he yawned.

“Mmhm, how about a little song then,” you suggested.

“Y/N, I’m back,” he called as he settled Ran down. She quickly kicked off her shoes and tossed her backpack to the side as she ran about, looking for you. You were nowhere to be found however, which only meant one thing.

“Ran, you need to keep it down. Ren is trying to sleep,” he picked her back up and carried her upstairs until his thoughts were confirmed. The little girl kept her hands playfully over mouth, not letting a single peep come from her as they both heard the sweet sound of your voice humming from the room.

His heart swelled up twice the size when he saw and heard you. You were knelt beside Ren’s bed, petting his head slowly over his hair, softly singing notes to a lullaby. He had never heard you sing before, but the sight of you doing so was trapped forever in his mind. If he was able to stay in this moment forever with you, he would. The little boy was fast asleep under your touch, allowing you to part from him.

You jumped a little at the sudden sight of Makoto with Ran reaching out her hands silently at you. His eyes were filled with love and light as he looked at you, letting the fresh feeling spread a smile on his face.

“Hey I didn’t even hear you,” you said quietly as you shut the door behind you. The little girl jumped, reaching for hugs from you and began to whine. “Hey princess,” you said as you gave her a smile. She rushed into your arms with excitement when you knelt down to her level. “Let’s have a snack, okay?”

With that, she nodded her head and began to make her way down the stairs as you stood back up to Makoto. He pulled you into his arms and held you closely as the two of you walked down the stairs. “You okay?”

He was more than okay, but saying yes wouldn’t even capture all the fireworks going off inside of him or how fast his heart beat for you. “God, I love you so much,” he said as he held your face in his hand. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, putting as much love and affection as he could into that kiss. He meant every word and he hoped you felt it too and felt the same for him. He pulled back when Ran called for him from the kitchen, wanting a juice from the fridge.

“What was that all about?” You couldn’t contain the smile that beamed from your face - you even felt a little dizzy since the two of you shared small kisses.

“Just a thanks for the help.”

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Oblivious Part 2 // Draco Malfoy

A/N: Hey guys, PLEASE TAKE TIME TO READ THIS!!! I feel like I’ve taken on a series too early, I wrote Part 2 a long time ago but never got around to finishing it, so it didn’t end with what I wanted it to, but it’ll all work out in the end. But please be open-minded, I know it’s not my best work by any means, but I think it’s quite sweet in some moments. The juicy bits are yet to come. I’m sorry for such a long wait. Truth be told, I’ve been experiencing some writer’s block and I really just wanted to get SOMETHING out to you guys. Thank you for your patience!

Summary: Draco and Y/N talk about what happened at Hogsmeade and after a tragic event, Draco finally comes clean.

Warning(s): SPOILERS! Violence, swearing(I can’t remember if there is or not tbh)

Word Count: 4k

Part 1

Draco exhaled heavily as he gently stroked his girlfriend’s temple. He was trying to get her to fall asleep after the long day she’d just had. However, he knew first hand how uncomfortable the Hospital Wing’s beds were. He didn’t expect her to find slumber easily. Besides, he could practically see the gears turning in her head as she gazed up at him. Her expression was one of befuddlement.

Madam Pomfrey had already fixed her up, but she had requested for Y/N to stay the night so that she’d be able to reassess her ankle the next morning. Draco knew he should’ve taken this valuable time where Y/N would be, essentially, out of commission, to work on the cabinet. Alas, he couldn’t bring himself to leave the chair Madam Pomfrey had provided him with.

Draco fought a smile from creeping onto his lips as he ran his eyes over Y/N’s frame. He loved her all the time, but it was always a special treat whenever he got to see her in between consciousness and sleep. She’d curl up into a ball, make herself appear small. Every time she talked, it was as if she were drunk; her words would come out muffled or slurred, and none of her sentences would make sense. It was a rather endearing sight to behold. But Y/N wasn’t her usual sleepy self tonight; she was wide awake and studying Draco’s face intently.

“Why didn’t you take me over there to help?” she asked him, point-blank.

Draco let out another sigh and ran his hand through his hair. Boy, oh boy, was his girlfriend quite the stubborn young woman. Although, perhaps that made sense as she was a Gryffindor after all. Part of him wanted to spill his guts to her. How good would it feel to finally tell someone what he’s been going through? He parted his lips to spill his guts but thought better of it at the last moment.

Draco opened his mouth again. “I thought it was dangerous; I didn’t want you to get hurt any further than you already were. That’s all,” he said, providing her with yet another false answer. The unimpressed look on her face signaled to Draco that she didn’t buy it.

“Why were you in such a rush to leave? Maybe we could’ve helped her, Draco.”

Draco clenched his fists. He really needed to get better at lying. But perhaps he was performing poorly due to the fact he was lying to Y/N, the girl he loved so dearly. Nevertheless, anger began to swell in his chest. “I already told you, it looked dangerous,” he snapped. Y/N didn’t move a muscle; she was used to Draco’s sudden mood swings. Instead, she just stared at him, seemingly awaiting what he would do next.

Draco contemplated his next words heavily. Would mentioning Voldemort be too much? Maybe it would frighten Y/N. He certainly didn’t want to keep the girl awake any longer than she’d already been, but perhaps it would convince her that Draco had genuinely been scared earlier that day. He indeed had been afraid… afraid of his secret being revealed.

“Look, The Dark Lord is back, we can’t be-”

“Oh, so now you believe, Harry?” Y/N asked condescendingly.

“Would you shut it? Bloody hell, this isn’t about Potter,” Draco said while throwing his hands into the air. “This is about your safety. Our safety. Why don’t you understand that?” Irritation was visible in his eyes.

“You’re a liar,” Y/N said while sitting up in her bed, “A liar. Get out. I don’t want to see you anymore.”

Draco’s frustration dissipated instantly. “Love, I’m sorry I—”

“Get. Out,” Y/N said firmly. Her teeth were gritted, and her nostrils were flared. She was sick and tired of her boyfriend lying to her face. She gave him so many chances to come clean, and yet he didn’t; this hurt her deeply. He studied her face for a few moments, then realized she was dead serious. So he reluctantly got to his feet and gave her one last look before turning on his heel and walking away. When he left the room, he began to pace back and forth outside the doors. He didn’t want to leave. He was stroking his chin in deep thoughts when his strides were interrupted by a deep, slow voice calling his name.

“Draco. Don’t you have... better things... to be doing at this hour?”

He looked up from his feet to see Professor Snape glaring at him. Draco scowled at him. He knew what the greasy-haired man was implying. “I’m taking care of it,” he replied.

“Is that so? Then you must have successfully repaired it, yes?”

Draco averted his eyes. Truthfully, he’d made progress on the vanishing cabinet, but nothing too promising. He’d been able to get an apple to and from the Room of Requirement and Borgin and Burkes. But when he sent a bird through it, it hadn’t come back alive. “Not quite, but I’m getting closer. I just need more time.”

Snape’s frowning expression remained the same. “Well, I suggest you focus more on fixing it rather than wasting time on such silly attempts. The Headmaster isn’t a fool, unlike you. He would never have been stupid enough to touch that necklace.”

Draco turned his head slightly away from Snape. He knew he was right. Dumbledore was an intelligent wizard; he likely wouldn’t have been fooled by the cursed necklace. But Draco thought it had been worth a shot. It was clear now that it had most certainly not been worth it.

“Focus on the task at hand. Fix the cabinet. If you don’t, I’ll be stepping in,” Snape said in a stern tone. Draco still couldn’t bring himself to look at him, so the professor walked away, leaving the blonde boy to his jumbled thoughts.

After a long couple of minutes, Draco decided that Snape was right. He needed to concentrate on the cabinet. There was no time to spend worrying about what lie to tell his girlfriend next; The Dark Lord had chosen him. And he could not fail him.

Draco straightened his spine and readjusted his suit jacket. And then he was off to the Room of Requirement.

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Y/N didn’t make an effort to find Draco the next morning. Although, she had expected him to be outside the Hospital Wing when she exited. But he was nowhere to be seen. Her first thought was that she was too harsh with him. Then she remembered that he’d been blatantly lying to her for weeks now. She needed to be blunt with him last night. He needed to understand that she was upset and wouldn’t give him the benefit of the doubt anymore.

Y/N had hardly gotten any sleep. Her mind was too cluttered with thoughts of Katie Bell. What the hell had cursed her yesterday? And why was Draco so eager to flee the scene once he saw her shoot into the sky? Y/N didn’t want to believe her own suspicions, but perhaps Draco had had something to do with it. It was the only logical answer she could think of. And while she didn’t doubt Draco cared for her safety, she knew that wasn’t the real reason he ran off with her in his arms.

Suddenly, she missed being in those arms. Draco hadn’t been the same boy she fell in love with in a long time. He was so gloomy, the bags under his eyes were still prominent. And as of late, he’d been becoming more and more secretive. None of this sat well with Y/N. Not at all.

When she arrived at the Great Hall for breakfast, she located her boyfriend straight away. He was at their usual spot, picking at some scrambled eggs. She sighed and walked over to him and sat down gently. Not a single word flew from his chapped lips.

“I thought you would’ve been waiting for me outside the Hospital Wing,” Y/N stated while she cut into a loaf of bread. “Did something happen?” she questioned, keeping her tone light and nonaccusatory. Draco scoffed. “Figured you wouldn’t want to see me,” he said in a passive-aggressive tone.

“Don’t start that shit, Draco. I’m trying to be nice even though you’ve been lying to my face for how long now? Too long. We’re in a relationship, and relationships don’t work when someone consistently lies. So unless you want to lose me,” Draco’s head whipped towards her like lightning, her words struck fear into his heart, “I’d come clean.”

Draco masked his fear with a hearty laugh. “Yeah, right. You wouldn’t.”

“Honestly, Draco, at this point, I would. I’m sick of this rubbish. Why are you suddenly so afraid to tell me stuff? You were never apprehensive about confiding in me until now. I know something has happened, Draco. It’s so blatantly bothering you. Let me take some of the weight off your shoulders—”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. Nothing has happened. I’m fine, alright? Can we just stop talking about all this nonsense?” Draco asked. His fists were clenched tightly on top of the table. He was desperately trying to control his raging emotions.

Y/N couldn’t believe he was still trying to keep secrets, but she decided to give him one more chance. “What is going on?” she asked while reaching out to put her hand on his left arm, trying to comfort him. But once her fingertips had brushed his sleeve, he yanked himself away from her aggressively.

“Don’t touch me,” he said quickly, getting to his feet. Y/N felt her heart clench. She knew she’d struck some kind of nerve. But she made no move to stand up; she only watched as Draco turned to leave. Except, he didn’t. He was frozen in place. Y/N curiously followed his gaze to see Harry talking to Katie Bell. She threw one leg over the bench, wanting to see if she could join the conversation. However, her plans were interrupted when suddenly, Draco stumbled backward and began to flee the Great Hall. Harry didn’t wait a beat; he chased after the Slytherin.

Y/N stuffed a piece of toast in her mouth, quickly clambered to her feet, and rushed after the boys. She momentarily got caught in a hoard of people who were flowing into the Great Hall, but when she was able to weave through them, she caught sight of Harry running up the stairs. The Gryffindor knew it would be best to keep a distance behind Harry, as to remain undetected.

She waited until Harry had reached the top step, then she climbed up after him. At the peak of the concrete stairs, Y/N saw Harry turn a corner. So she followed after him, but when she too rounded the corner, she pressed herself against the wall and watched silently as Harry nearly ran down the hallway. Why the hell was Harry even chasing Draco anyway?

Y/N knew there was no time to waste. When Harry was out of sight, she scurried off after him. However, while she was running, Peeves, the naughty school poltergeist, appeared in front of her, a mischievous smile plastered to his face.

“Where you off to?” he asked in a playful tone as he floated in front of her.

“Peeves, not now,” Y/N said irritatedly and out of breath. Harry was getting farther and farther away by the second.

“I have a riddle, I do. I have a riddle for you,” he said. His voice was high pitched and squeaky. It sounded a bit like nails on a chalkboard to Y/N. She ran her hand through her hair and said, “Peeves, fuck off,” as she walked straight through the ghost. He was not happy about this, and he let that be known to the entire school by letting out an ear-splitting screech. Y/N groaned and whipped out her wand. “Silencio!” she said while forcefully waving her wand towards the poltergeist. He was instantly rendered speechless by her spell. Y/N smiled and ran off; she knew she’d pay for that one later.

When she caught up to where she’d last seen Harry, all she found was an empty hallway. She took a moment to calm her erratic breathing and stood still. After a few moments, she heard a loud crack and then little clangs. They sounded like glass crashing to the floor. Her stomach churned at the thought of what could be going on. She ran down the corridor, trying to listen for more noises that would lead her to where the boys were. Upon hearing another crash, she realized they were in the bathroom. Y/N felt adrenaline rush through her body. Her head was pulsing as her heart was working diligently to pump blood. “Please let him be okay,” she muttered.

“Sectumsempra!” a voice yelled. It was followed by a loud thump that seemed to echo through the hall. Y/N didn’t recognize the spell, but she did know that voice. She burst into the flooding bathroom and looked around, panicked. Tears sprang to her eyes when she saw him. Draco was lying on the bathroom tiles, blood seeping through his white shirt. Harry stood nearby; he was frozen in place. He looked frightened by his own actions.

Y/N didn’t wait a moment more; she ran to Draco’s side and fell to her knees. She took his face into her shaky hands. “You’re okay, you’re gonna be okay. I’m here,” she said softly. Draco didn’t reply; he just continued to sob. Y/N turned to Harry. “What did you do to him?” she asked angrily. Harry didn’t respond. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM, HARRY?!” she screamed. But Harry remained silent, so she turned back to her boyfriend, his head still in her hands.

“I’m sorry, Draco. I’m so sorry, I should’ve just trusted you, I should have just forgiven you,” Y/N said through her tears and hiccups. She knew that any adult who could heal Draco was likely too far away. She didn’t want to risk leaving him and coming back to find him dead. So she slid down onto her side and laid next to him. Slowly and gently, she nestled her head into the crook of his neck. Her clothes were now drenched, but that didn’t bother her in the slightest. She wanted to be near to Draco. She wanted to hold him.

Her attention was stolen when she heard footsteps splash in the pool of water on the bathroom floor. She looked over her shoulder to see Professor Snape. Her heart skipped a beat. “Professor, please, he’s bleeding out!” she called to him as she sat up. Snape silently rushed to Draco’s side but stopped to give Harry a long and knowing look. Harry gulped and fled the scene. This piqued Y/N’s interest, but now was not the time to wonder why Snape had glared at Harry that way. “Professor…” she pleaded.

Snape’s head whipped towards her, “Move,” he commanded. Y/N jumped to her feet and scooted away from Draco. Snape knelt over Draco’s body and took out his wand. Slowly, he held it above Draco’s body and murmured a healing spell while moving his wand left and right. The bloodstains began to fade as Draco’s lacerations started to close. Y/N let out an enormous breath of relief when she saw color return to her lover’s pale face.

Snape finished healing and tucked away his wand. He then reached underneath Draco to lift him up. Once the boy was settled in his arms, he strode out of the bathroom without a word to Y/N. Despite Snape making no indication she should follow, Y/N ran through the water to catch up with her potions professor.

After rushing through the corridors, they arrived at the Hospital Wing, where Madam Pomfrey was surprised to see Snape carrying a student. He laid Draco on an empty bed and told the matron in a hushed voice what had happened to the blonde boy. Draco’s eyes were closed, and his chest was rising and falling slowly as his body started to recover. Y/N took a seat next to his bed, just as he had done for her less than twenty-four hours ago. Her tears hadn’t stopped falling since the moment she saw him on the washroom floor. The skin around her eyes was red and raw from her repeated rubbing. Y/N grabbed his hand and held it firmly in both her palms. She rubbed her thumb over his skin and slowly raised it to her lips, pressing a delicate kiss to his fingers.

Even though Y/N was looking at Draco and could see he was breathing, she still felt panicked. “He’s okay now, right? You’ve saved him?” she asked the two adults who were still whispering to one another. The pair shifted their eyes to her. Madam Pomfrey smiled and nodded while Snape's expression remained stoic. He gave his thanks to Madam Pomfrey and left the room. The matron walked over to Y/N.

“I need to tend to his wounds Miss Y/L/N if you could step away for just a moment,” she said. Y/N stood up from her chair and moved out of Madam Pomfrey’s way. She closed the curtain around the hospital bed, shielding Y/N’s view of her boyfriend. Y/N nervously began to pace back and forth, finally having time to process what just happened. Why did Harry use such a violent spell? If Snape hadn’t shown up, Draco would’ve likely died on that bathroom floor. Had that been Harry’s intent? What were they even fighting for? Y/N thought to herself. After rapidly theorizing different answers to her questions, she concluded she wouldn’t be able to figure out this puzzle until Draco recovered. Perhaps he’d finally come clean. She’d make him come clean, she decided.

Just then, the curtain was pulled back, and there was Draco, awake. Y/N slowly approached his bedside; tears welled up in her eyes all over again. He offered her a soft smile and slightly raised his hand to say hello. She let out a strangled sob and reached out her hands to cradle his face. Gently, she pulled him close and gave him a tender kiss. Draco kissed her back and rested his hand on her waist. When they pulled away, he gazed into her sad eyes. “I’m here, love. I’m okay. There’s no need to cry.” This only caused more teardrops to fall. Y/N tried to stifle her sobs, not wanting to wake up any other patients. “Draco, you almost d..died. You almost died on the floor, I…I was lying next to you, and if Snape hadn’t come in when he did, y-you would’ve d-died in my arms.”

Draco didn't utter a word. He merely scooted over in his bed and patted the new spot next to him. Y/N rubbed her eyes and climbed up onto the hospital cot. She buried herself into his side and gently wrapped her arms around his lower torso, trying not to irritate his cuts. He laughed softly. “I’m healed, darling. Pomfrey said I’m staying the night, so Potter doesn’t come back to finish me off,” Draco said, a hint of anger laced in his tone. “Why did he do this to you, Draco? Is he what’s been bothering you? Do I need to talk to him?” Y/N asked. She was incredibly angry at Harry, and Draco had just reminded her of this.

Draco stared at her. He could see the anguish and inner turmoil she was going through. He felt guilt pang in his chest when he realized he was the cause of it. He never wanted her to be hurting because of him; he only wanted to keep her safe. Keep her oblivious. But it seemed as though that was no longer an option. He couldn’t bear to lie to her again. He had to come clean.

“Potter did this to me because... he knows I cursed Katie Bell,” Draco said flat out. Y/N’s eyes widened to twice their original size. “You what?! Draco, what do you mean you cursed—”

Draco hurriedly put his hand over his girlfriend’s mouth. “Shh! Someone could hear you,” he whispered. “We can talk about this more in the morning, alright? We can’t discuss this here, but I promise you, Y/N. I promise you I’ll tell you what’s been going on. Just not here,” he said firmly.

“You’ll tell me everything?” she asked, her eyes shined with newfound hope.

Draco nodded. “Everything.”

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The couple sat across from each other, each on top of random objects within the Room of Requirement. Y/N’s hands rested, overtop her lips as she took in everything Draco had just told her. Several minutes of silence passed. “Love...please say something,” Draco pleaded. Y/N straightened her back and inhaled sharply. Her eyes flickered to Draco’s. “So you mean to tell me that you’re a death eater because of your dad and you inadvertently cursed Katie because you were actually trying to kill Dumbledore because you-know-who told you to? And you’ve also been sneaking off so you can fix a cabinet that’ll allow other death eaters to get inside Hogwarts?” she asked, the words flying out of her mouth at lightning speed.

Draco rubbed his neck and stared at his feet. He waited a few beats before replying, “Yes.” Stillness overtook the vast room. Neither teenager uttered a word. Y/N was too deep in her thoughts, and Draco was anxiously awaiting her next sentence. He was so worried that his confession would drive Y/N away from him for good. Even though that would be a good thing for her safety, Draco knew it would break him in the long run.

“Can I see it?” Y/N asked quietly. Draco recognized the fear in her voice almost instantaneously. But regardless, he nodded and stood up. Y/N paused but stood up as well. Apprehensively, Draco grasped the end of his sleeve and slowly rolled it up to reveal his dark mark. He felt his entire body clench with fear. Draco's eyes were glued to his girlfriend’s face, searching for some kind of indication as to what she was feeling. But her eyes were empty as she gazed at the permanent image on his arm. Slowly, she outstretched her hand and placed her fingertips on the skull embedded in his skin. Her touch caused a shudder to run up Draco’s spine. He felt uncomfortable that a soul as pure as Y/N’s was touching something so inherently dark and evil.

“Does it hurt?” she asked while removing her hand and shifting her gaze to Draco’s face. He began to roll his sleeve back down. “Sometimes,” he mumbled.

Y/N could see the nervousness on her boyfriend’s face. She knew he was scared of how she’d react to his confession, so she decided to give him some reassurance. “Draco, look at me,” she ordered gently. He tilted his head up to make eye contact with Y/N. She continued, “I love you. I love you so much. I know you, and I know you’ve just dug yourself in too deep. You didn’t realize what you were getting into. I mean, how could you?” she asked.

Draco nodded, a tear escaping his eye. “I only wanted to impress him. I wanted to make him proud of me. Hell, I wanted to make The Dark Lord proud. But I can’t do it, Y/N, I can’t.” Draco was full-on crying now. His shoulders rose and fell violently as sobs overtook him. “Wanted to impress who, love?” Y/N asked softly as she took her lover into her arms. “My father, he—” Draco couldn’t finish his sentence; his tears were too uncontrollable.

Y/N felt her eyes begin to well up with her own tears as she placed her hand on his nape. She gently stroked him, trying to soothe him. Draco removed his hands from his face and wrapped them around Y/N tightly, wanting to hold her. She was providing him comfort, but he knew that this couldn’t be easy for Y/N either. So he hugged her. And for a long time... that was all they did. They held one another and cried with one another. Neither knew what to say or what to think. Neither knew what the next step should be, but at that moment, they knew they would take that step together. And for now, that was enough.

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