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emo-batboy · 6 months

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Things Battinson Totally Did During His First Year of University

Using Unhinged or Odd Things I Also Did as a College Freshman :D

Note: for this list, let’s believe Bruce was living in an (admittedly expensive and swanky) dorm because it is required for first-years, especially those entering at a young age, and Alfred told him he needed to make friends. Also yes I did every single thing on this list. I never claimed to be a role model

Bruce, to his TA: I’m so sorry I’m late to class. I gave blood a few hours ago and almost fainted on the way here, but it won’t happen again.

Signs up for a class called “Age of Dinosaurs” despite it not being required whatsoever and proceeds to work his entire schedule around it

Bruce: Your mental health is super important. If you think you should see the on-campus therapist, go see them. Friend: Fine. I’ll sign up for therapy if you sign up for therapy too. Bruce: Hold on-

Finds a loophole in his housing contract that allows him to get a pet frog, calls him kermit :)

Gets a second frog because Kermit was lonely, names it Constantine after Muppets Most Wanted, then realizes that they’re gay for each other. Wonders if the rainbow-colored rocks he got them triggered anything

Swings dramatically between calling Alfred every single day and ghosting him for weeks, cries when he realizes what he did

“Accidentally” joins the student body council, doesn’t know what he’s doing, gets re-elected anyway

Molds a dragon out of Laffy Taffy instead of doing his work

Bruce: *joins Honors, gets all A’s, takes the max amount of classes, has several minors, overachieves* Also Bruce: I’m a failure.

Breaks into a building after hours to study because NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AT THE LIBRARY

Bruce: I will not get seasonal depression this year. Bruce: *gets real and seasonal depression that year*

Meticulously schedules his day with a color-coded planner because if he sits down for too long, the thoughts will consume him

Gives a presentation to his rhetoric class on how much he likes Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse (it is 20 minutes long)

Successfully allocates funding from the student body council to pay for free feminine products in the dorms OUT OF SPITE because someone said it couldn't be done. fuck you, Andrew

Bruce: It is not an all-nighter if I go to sleep before my first class. Friend: It is 7:30am, the sun is in the sky, and your first class is at 12:30. Bruce: But I am getting sleep.

Refuses to go anywhere without his backpack because what if he needs three notebooks at once

Loses over 20 pounds because ✨stress✨ and scares the shit out of Alfred when he comes home for Thanksgiving

Argues with his TA over the one (1) question he got wrong on his Dinosaur exam

Bruce, calling Alfred: Hello father figure. How do I do taxes? Do I have to do them myself? Also, I think I’m having a panic attack.

Joins in on a charity arts-and-crafts project that gives kids books with matching activities made by volunteers, proceeds to commandeer the project because “it’s not color-blind friendly” and rewrites the instructions for everyone

Makes a murder wall

Goes to one (1) sports game and proceeds to leave in the first ten minutes because it’s way too loud wtf is wrong with people

Professor, addressing the lecture hall: I dare you to write an essay about these two sentences. Bruce: *writes an essay about six words, gets a 100, never even read the book*

Crawls into the ceiling for some alone time

Ghosts someone after a date because he’s too scared to tell them he didn’t know it was a date in the first place and now he feels bad

Classmate: How tf does he walk across campus that fast? I go in the same direction he does on my bike, and he’s always ahead of me. Bruce: *is gay sprinting to Dinosaur class*

Refuses to let others use his Favorite Pen TM

Constantly gets mistaken for a Grad Student because he is “so wise and mature” (bestie, that’s the autism)

Alfred: *casually mentions he got into a car accident through text* Bruce: *replies with a meme while hyperventilating because he doesn’t know what to do with that information??!*

Wears a suit to one of his finals

Regularly eats non-organic food for the first time in his life, proceeds to learn about several allergies Alfred forgot to mention he has

Writes “What is a Hot Pocket?” in calligraphy and proceeds to laugh his ass off alone in his dorm because he is so exhausted he’s reached the point of delusion

Locks himself out of his dorm right before class, frantically asks the floor group chat if someone can help, proceeds to tell the nice gay man on the floor who saved him “I love you” because his social skills have hit rock bottom

Makes a little music album display next to his desk for his favorite band (Nirvana) His friends call it a shrine, and they are technically correct

Has a blacklist of people he refuses to interact with because Reasons

Counselor: What do you want to do when you graduate? Bruce: *gestures vaguely*

Refuses to take the bus because there are people in there and he doesn’t like those

Loses one of his frogs, how tf did he do that, they’re fully aquatic, oh fuck, this is probably why they got rid of that loophole a year later because unbeknownst to Bruce, he accidentally started a frog revolution in the dorms, btw he SWEARS he did not mean to do that

Has two trash cans in his room: one for the Good Garbage, and one for the Bad Garbage. Only Bruce knows which is which

Bruce: *writes a creative piece about a ship’s final thoughts as it sinks, bringing its passengers down with it* TA: Absolutely lovely, Bruce, but are you okay?

Goes on Night Walks, keeps himself safe by maintaining a level 12 resting bitch face at all times

Earns the nickname “8th floor cryptid” after pacing the halls at 3am when it’s too cold for Night Walks (honestly tho how tf didn’t he get the nickname earlier?)

Bruce: Do you think a depressed person could do this? Bruce: *has a manic episode*

Okay that's all love you BYE

#cryptid Bruce Wayne #college au #does this count if op is the au #fully nocturnal unhinged madman Bruce but make him like 17 and full of crippling separation anxiety and autism #bruce would rather die than inconvenience a professor but hE KNOWS HIS DINOSAURS #Dino class was my fav one in uni hands down #yes i am insane thank you for asking #originally this was just going to be a normal list but I kept taking from my own experience then said “fuck it I'm the captain now”#one of these was a lie tho...the murder wall was third year :/#battinson #bruce wayne #batman #the batman 2022 #batman 2022 #the batman #battinson needs a hug #dc universe #gotham #autistic bruce wayne

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guess-my-next-obsession · 1 year

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25 w joel!!

The Third Date

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

rating: E (18+ ONLY, minimal plot, cunnilingus bc obviously, unprotected piv, joel talks you through it, rough-ish sex, creamp!e, soft fluffy joel bc daddy, i love him)

wc: 2.6k

prompt: 25. “Does that feel good?”

joel masterlist

The summer breeze offered just a bit of respite from the Texas heat, even though the sun had long gone down. You had a stuffed animal tucked under your arm, something bright pink and unicorn-adjacent, though you couldn’t be sure. He won it for you at the county fair, the location of your third date that somehow managed to top the first two. You had no intention of keeping it for yourself, it was much too big and ostentatious for your taste, but you thought it would make a nice gift for Joel’s six-year old daughter.

Walking up the pathway to your apartment, Joel’s hand clasped with yours, you began to feel a thrilling rustle of excitement and anticipation in your stomach. He’d been a gentleman so far, keeping his kisses tame and not letting his hands wander too far, but this was the third date, after all. You couldn’t help but pray he’d finally accept your invitation to come inside your place tonight.

“So,” he started, a shy smile on his face as you faced each other in front of your door. “I had a really good time tonight.”

“Me too.” You smiled back just as smitten. “I know you mentioned wanting to wait, but…if you wanted, you could come inside.”

Joel seemed to study you for a moment, his smile growing wider as he admired the sparkle in your eye. He’d been wanting to follow you inside since your first date, but given that he wanted something serious to come from this, he figured the smartest thing to do would be to wait for the right moment. And right now seemed as right as ever, though he did feel a little embarrassed to only make it three dates before giving in to his need for you.

“I’d love to,” he replied, reaching to cup your jaw. You closed your eyes as he leaned in to press his lips against yours, soft and sweet, just like all the other times, but soon it grew hungrier. He moaned against your lips as your fingers curled over the leather of his belt, tugging him closer. “Maybe we should take this inside, darlin’.”

“Yeah,” you panted, nodding as you scrambled through your bag to find your keys. Unlocking your door and stepping inside, Joel plucked the stuffed animal from underneath your arm and set it down on the carpet before quickly finding your hips and walking you backwards into your living room. “Wait—“ you giggled as you fell back against the plush cushions. “Shut and lock the door.”

“Oh, right,” he chuckled and blushed at his eagerness, the front door still wide open. He walked over to it and shut it, locking the doorknob and closing the deadbolt for extra measure. When he turned back to you, he was still flushed. “Got ahead of myself there.”

“That’s okay,” you assured in a purr, curling your finger at him to beckon him close again. “I like it when you get ahead of yourself.”

“Oh yeah?” he grinned and strutted towards you until he was leaning over the couch, his lips ghosting over yours. “You look so goddamn beautiful sittin’ here, you know that?”

“Why don’t you show me just how beautiful you think I am…with these?” You laced your fingers with his and and squeezed.

“Do I have permission to use more than just my hands?” he purred as he pulled you up onto your feet, his hands leaving yours so that he could hold the small of your back while yours rested on his chest.

“Depends, I think I need a sample first,” you purred back with a smirk. Tipping your head towards the hallway, you whispered, “Bedroom’s that way.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Joel never let go of you as he walked you backwards down the hall, his lips slowly and carefully working yours until you were sure if you tried to speak, the only thing that would come out was a string of incoherent squeaks.

“This one?” Joel asked as you arrived at your closed bathroom door, and you were forced to test your theory.

“No,” you managed, pointing behind him at the other closed door. “That—it’s that one.”

“You nervous?” he asked, his face shifting from one of amusement to concern. You quickly shook your head and reached your hand to his face.

“No,” you found your vocal footing. “Well, I mean as nervous as anyone would be before they took a beautiful man like you to bed.” Joel blushed. “You just…make me dizzy, that’s all.”

“I make you dizzy?” he asked as though it was an unheard of thought. “Baby—“ He grabbed your hand and lowered it to his thumping heart. “You’re making me dizzy.”

“Joel,” you exhaled. “Open the door.”

Joel nodded, a look of stunned reverence on his face as he scrambled to reach behind him for the doorknob, fumbling with it until it turned and opened the door. You stumbled inside, your hands gripping onto his shirt while his lifted the skirt of your dress, your teeth clashing as he kissed you breathless, neither of you caring about how sloppy it was.

“Take your clothes off,” you ordered as you lifted your dress over your head. Joel was quick to obey your command, tugging his t-shirt over his head before peeling his jeans off. You crawled onto your bed and sat on your knees in the middle of it, a smile on your face as he took you in. Joel ticked his jaw and chuckled as he crawled onto the mattress to join you, his warm palms resting on your waist as he guided you back against the pillows.

“You’re fuckin’—“ He shook his head as he hovered above you, his eyes taking over your entire form. “Breathtakin’, baby.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you grinned.

“Oh, yeah right. You’re just sayin’ that.”

“No—“ You reached for his hand, lowering it until his fingertips rested on your clothed mound, allowing him to feel your dampness. “That’s what you do to me.”

“Fuck,” he exhaled and leaned down to kiss you again, deep and slow and hungry. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

You didn’t doubt his promise, the look in his eyes alone lighting you up in ways every other lover never seemed to master.

His lips traveled down the slopes and curves of your body, stopping at the cups of your bra to knead your breasts in his hands. His fingers slipped the straps down your shoulders before he reached beneath you to undo the clasp, the lace slowly unveiling your pert nipples to him for the first time. He sucked in sharply and looked up at you as though he was seeing god.

“Perfect.”

Your back arched as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth, his hand snaking down your belly and back to the damp spot on your lacy panties.

“God,” you moaned, your eyes screwing shut as he rubbed perfectly pressured circles against your clit, the lace adding a beautiful bit of friction that had you keening for more.

“Does that feel good?” he rasped as he kissed his way to your other breast. You nodded quickly and lowered your eyes to meet his, your breath hitching at the look of lust blowing out his already dark eyes. “Good. I’m just gettin’ started with you.”

“Fuck,” you whined, already nearly fucked-out and he’d hardly even touched you.

Joel’s lips moved lower, pressing sloppy, open mouthed kisses to your stomach and over your navel until he was kissing the waistband of your panties. Moving lower, he ran his nose up and down your clothes slit, an animalistic groan vibrating against your core.

“Smells so sweet, baby,” he praised in a rasp. “Can I taste you?”

“Please,” you urged, combing his dark hair back as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and tugged them off you. When he returned to his spot between your legs, he pressed kisses onto the sensitive skin of your thighs, urging them to fall open for him. When you finally worked up the courage to spread yourself wide for him, Joel took a look at your soaked pussy and nearly drooled, his eyes wild as they lifted from your heat to your eyes.

“I’m gonna stay down here forever, baby, so damn pretty.” You were about to respond to his praise but he cut you off with a broad lick from your dripping entrance up to your clit, punctuating it with a swirl of his tongue. Your back arched off the bed and your hands found the headboard, pressing on them to find purchase so you didn’t float off into heaven. “Tastes so fuckin’ good, too, baby. You’re just a fuckin’ dream, ain’t ya?”

“Joel,” you nearly cried, so consumed by him and the filth leaving his tongue that you didn’t even care how desperate you sounded. Joel didn’t seem to mind, either, his tongue returning to your folds to pull more pretty sounds from you. “You feel—fuck—you feel so good.”

He hummed against you and you could feel his smile as he lapped at you. You didn’t dare look down at him, knowing that if you did, you’d never be able to look at anything else ever again. The man between your legs was quickly earning his spot as your idol, beating out any god that would dare smite you for it.

“So fuckin’—“ he mumbled into your pussy, the last few words turning into nothing but hums against your clit as he sucked it into his mouth. You were already there, free-falling over the cliffs of bliss, but when he pressed two fingers deep into your cunt and curled up, you swore you died and went to heaven, but that couldn’t be—not for someone so gladly taking part in sin like this. “There you go,” he praised, pulling back enough to watch you writhe, your cunt pulsing around his fingers. “So good for me, baby.”

“Joel, please,” you mewled, grabbing at him to pull him back to you. You needed to ground yourself under the weight of his body, to feel his warmth and remember that you were here, and so was he. Joel obliged, climbing back up your body until he was resting on top of you, hugging you close. “Let me taste you.”

“Not tonight, baby,” he whispered in your ear. “Just wanna make you feel good.”

“You’re…perfect,” you sighed and he chuckled, pulling one out of you in turn. He propped himself up on his elbows and stroked your hair back, grinning down at you.

“I like you a lot,” he confessed, his eyes as tender as his voice.

“I like you a lot, too,” you smiled back. “But right now, I want you fuck me like you can’t stand me.”

“Oh yeah?” he chuckled before leaning in to kiss your pulse. “You want it rough, baby?”

“Mmhm,” you hummed in response and nodded.

“Turn over for me,” he ordered. “All fours.”

You wasted no time in obeying, your body scrambling into your knees as soon as he lifted himself off you. Pressing your face and chest down, you arched your ass up as high as you could, turning your head so that you could catch a glimpse of him from over your shoulder as he lined himself up behind you.

“I don’t have a condom,” he warned. “But I got tested a few weeks back and I’m clean.”

“Me too, and I’m on birth control.” He nodded and leaned down to press a kiss to the globe of your ass. Shaking it for him, he cooed in delight at the sight. “Hurry up back there, I’m getting needy.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You could hear the grin on his face. “I like it when you boss me around.”

“Good, so do I.” You chuckled for a moment, but were cut off by the blunt head of his cock pressing into your entrance, sliding all the way in in one quick thrust. You gasped and gripped the pillows beneath you as he kept himself buried completely in your heat for a moment, his own breath ragged as he waited for you to acclimate to his girth. “So fucking big, Joel.”

“Baby, I ain’t gonna last long,” he warned, wrecked and trembling already. “Rub that pretty clit for me while I fuck you, can you do that?”

Nodding your head, you reached beneath you to start rubbing circles against your swollen and sensitive bud while he withdrew his cock all the way before shoving back in, the head of hit prodding against your g-spot.

“Fuck, baby,” you moaned, eyes squeezing shut as he set a brutal pace, his cock pistoning in and out of you just like you asked for. You knew you were going to be sore in the morning but none of that mattered now, not with the searing hot pleasure of ecstasy building again. When his hand came cracking down upon your ass, you gasped, but any worry you may have caused Joel was quickly dispelled by the twitching of your walls around him.

“You like that, don’t ya?” he teased in a purr, bringing his hand down to spank the other cheek, your pussy pulsing for him again. “God,” he choked on the word. “Such a dirty fuckin’ girl for me, ain’t ya?”

“Yes!” you cried, your fingers now working your clit fast, your toes curling as your orgasm threatened to wreck you for good. “Joel, I’m—“

“Go on, baby,” he urged. “Soak my cock.”

You fell flat onto the bed as your orgasm hit, but Joel followed you, his brutal thrusts never ceasing as you came for him with a cry of his name so loud you were concerned the neighbors would call the police.

“Fuck!” he moaned loud enough for them to hear, too. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Where do you want me?”

“My pussy,” you managed, still reeling from your high. “Cum inside my pussy.”

“Jesus,” Joel groaned, feral like a wild animal and pressed deep inside you, so deep that you could feel him in your stomach as his cock swelled and twitched with his release. His chest heaved against your back as he laid over your limp form, pressing kisses to your shoulders. “Fuck.”

“Talk about a good third date,” you sighed, content and sated. Joel laughed and nodded as he rested his head against your shoulder, carefully and slowly pulling out of you with a hiss before rolling over onto his back.

“I probably should’ve asked earlier, but…can I stay the night with you?” he asked, drawing hearts on the heated skin of your back. You turned your head to the other side to face him and grinned.

“What about Sarah?”

“She’s at my mom’s,” he assured.

“In that case, yes. I would love it if you stayed the night.” He grinned and beckoned you into his side and you nestled in there, resting your head on his chest and taking your turn drawing your name on his skin. “Besides, that gives me the chance to finally suck your dick like I’ve been dreaming about.”

“God, baby,” he groaned and rolled you onto your back, resting himself between your thighs as he pecked every inch of your face. “How am I gonna ever leave this bed?”

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uva124 · 2 months

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INTRODUCING THE MOST MANIPULATIVE KING IN HISTORY , MAGNIFICO!!! 🎇🎇🎇🎇(I hate him but he deserves a redesign lol).

For those who see this post for the first time, I introduce myself, Hi :D! I'm Aled and this is a collaboration with @ animación , author of the rewrite of Wish that is on her profile (read it, the story it's soooo good) and I am in charge of drawing the redesigns of her story.

Now, coming back to the main thing, I will show how we got to this result :)

FACIAL FEATURES AND HAIR:

-Honestly, I never thought that getting used to drawing Magnifico would be so difficult lmao, how in most of my procedures to make the designs, I start with sketches and studying the structure of the character's face, this was a little difficult because I'm not that I'm used to drawing people over 20, but with a few practices I was able to figure out how to draw him :D

(I also did digital internships, but I didn't save most of them because I forgot lmao)

COLOR PALETTE:

-Don't think that I chose a palette of yellow and gold colors just because I thought it was pretty (well, that's also another reason), what happened is that when I was searching through conceptual arts, I found some designs by Magnifico where They used a blue and yellow color palette

I did a quick search and found this:

-Tell me this doesn't remind you of Magnifico, then yes, that's why I chose a yellow color palette, also adding a golden tone to give it a royal vibe.

-I also applied this in the design of Queen Amaya, in the publication of her design I explained why I added details of a dark blue color in her costume and Magnifico's costumes

ATTIRE:

-From the beginning I always wanted to modify Magnifico's cape by adding a rose as a brooch, and searching through the conceptual arts I found quite a few interesting models, so it can be said that I combined everything I liked and that's how I got the cape for Magnifico, Also adding other details that occurred to me.

-The author sent me several ideas for Magnifico (thank you by the way :D), one of them was associating Magnifico with the sun, I really liked the idea and that is why there are so many symbols of the sun in his suit, plus these It reminded me how in so many cultures the Sun is worshiped, just as the kingdom of roses worships Magnifico, there are also other reasons why the sun fits with Magnifico but I already mentioned that in the publication of Amaya's redesign.

-The truth is, I only drew the other details improvised, this time I just got carried away, but hey! The outfit didn't look bad at all :)

-Another important part of Magnifico's costume is the "M" on his badge, but in fact it is not an M 😅, it is the sign of Scorpio ♏, this idea was from Anny Mation

-So yeah, I had to add the Scorpio symbol yes or yes, at first I thought about adding it to the back of the cape but I wasn't convinced by the idea, but then I thought: "Wait, why don't I add the sign on the gold plate ? that would look elegant."

FINAL COMMENTS:

-I'm proud of how this turned out, I feel like it does justice to a villain that commemorates 100 years of Disney :)

-Also, I think that those who have already seen the other redesigns know which character is next, right 👀✨? For Aster, I don't know how long it will take me to draw him, since the boy is literally a walking animation studio lmao.

That would be all for now, until next time :D!

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bleu-seas · 5 months

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“IGNITED FIRE”

★ Sypnosis - Y/n S/n, an Architecture student and Bada Lee, a Performing Arts student shares an apartment at their university. They are doing great until Bada started bringing different girls at night forbidding Y/n to focus on her studies. Things went south when Bada stated her adoration towards Y/n. It all went downhill when one night ruined Y/n’s heart.

★ Warnings - suggestive??? bada making y/n a mess aaah

★ Bleu’s Note - waaaah i don't know what I'm doing here.. leave your thoughts below pleaseee. is this too short for a chapter or is it okay?

Read more. <3

Y/n started her day with productivity. She got up before the sun rises, fixed her personal bag and prepared an outfit so that she can finally start moving boxes to her shared apartment at her uni.

It was a new journey for her. She has never been away from her family for 22 years. She had to move to an apartment inside her uni because her father was moved to another state and changing uni would be more hassle.

She arrived at the apartment. It was humongous for a uni apartment. She wondered how much did her parents paid for her to have an apartment like this. She knocked at the door, expecting her roommate. However, she's not expecting to see a HOT roommate.. well..

She took a deep breath before stepping outside of their previous home. She's been here for all her life and now that she has to live alone, and do everything alone, she's scared. She didn't know what to do. All she can do is wish for her roommate to help her adjust in a life where she's all alone, without her parents.

The door swung open, revealing a tall woman in her sports bra and sweatpants. You looked at her, mouth wide open as you stood there, wonderstrucked.

“A-are you Bada? My r-roommate?” Why did i stutter, stupid Y/n! She then started getting conscious, she looked down at her feet.

“I am. You must be Y/n? You're prettier in person.” She muttered the last few words under her breath. “What?” Y/n wondered. Did she said something or am i just tripping?

Bada shook her head, and offered her hand out for a handshake. “I am Bada Lee, your apartment buddy.” Y/n was having second thoughts about bringing her hand out to shake Bada’s but at the end, for formality’s sake, she did shook the other girl’s hand. “M-my name is Y/n Choi. It's n-nice to meet you . . ” Why do i keep stuttering for heaven's sake. Y/n mentally cursed herself.

“You’re probably tired, let's go inside?” Bada offered. Y/n only nodded, not wanting to make another embarrassing scene infront of Bada. “Yes, of course but can you let go of my hand now . . ?” She looked down at their hands, and back to Bada’s face. The other girl chuckled as she released Y/n’s hand. “Sorry, your hand felt too comfortable to let go of.” Bada smiled at the girl before turning around to walk away, leaving Y/n startled.

What did she just say? Y/n thought, still can't believe what she heard. This girl is a flirtatious one. I can't believe she's hitting on me the first time we met. She continued to wonder and talk to herself not until it was snapped when Bada said something.

“Earth to Y/n.” She clapped her hands a few time to call the girl's attention. When Y/n finally came back to reality, she was met with a Bada leaning in the kitchen post, with her arms cross in all her glory for Y/n’s eyes to see. “Come here, Y/n. You should know a few things in our kitchen.”

She's 10x more hotter now. What the hell is happening to me? Y/n cried to herself, but walking slowly towards Bada. She knows how big of a failure she is in the kitchen given that the only thing she can cook are eggs.

“This is our fridge. It is spacious and has a partition in the middle. The left side is yours. You can store anything you want. You buy your own groceries and you clean your own mess.” She said, eyes fixed on Y/n leaving her once again, unable to speak.

Y/n only nodded, letting Bada know that she understands. “Use that mouth of yours. Use it for better purposes.” She deadpanned. “I u-understand Bada.” Y/n closed her eyes. Heavenly Father, I am not your strongest soldier. Y/n took a deep breath.

Bada replied with words that made Y/n’s breath hitched. “Good girl.” Bada smirks at Y/n’s reaction, loving every action and response Y/n delivers. The other girl however, has been so drained with Bada’s unrestrained flirting. “C-can i know where my room is? I-i wanted to rest already . .” She looked down, waiting for Bada to respond.

She felt the taller girl's presence before her and she closed her eyes, hoping Bada wouldn't notice the way her hands and lips are trembling. “Walk past the living room and you'll see a hallway.” Bada said. Y/n sighed in relief, only to be interrupted when Bada grabbed her chin, raising her head. “Don't be shy around me, Y/n. We're only on day one.” She smiles before patting Celene’s head and walking towards the living room where she flopped herself on the couch.

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR? Y/n didn't waste a second to run to her room and shut if close afterwards. It hasn't been an hour and she's already exhausted.

How am i going to face Bada everyday for the whole year??? Y/n let herself fall to bed the bed. Sighing and thinking if her choice of renting inside her uni is even a good idea.

#bada lee x oc #bada lee #swf2 x reader #bada lee smut #bada lee x reader

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actual-changeling · 6 months

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aziraphale wants to ask before he leaves.

a question to an answer to a question neither of them ever asked. not out-loud, anyway, silently, yes; over and over and over. plausible deniability was a wall between them, one he had built brick by brick by brick.

questions have never felt right on his tongue. he still wants to ask. he has to ask. he is scared of asking.

(he is scared of the answer)

crowley has always been better at asking questions than him, better at living through the answers or lack thereof, too. in all their time, wall after wall, he had never questioned them, though, not once.

the only thing aziraphale has ever been good at is answering, at avoiding the questions, at giving answers to questions that exist within the borders of his own mind but never outside.

the universe had held a gun to his head and forced him to spit out the centuries of chewed up confessions anyway.

yes to heaven.

no to him.

(no to heaven. yes to him.) it shouldn't matter now. it still matters.

crowley took his answers, kept them inside of his chest, and displayed thorns and bruises and blood. you caused this, he never said, and he never asked why, either. he didn't have to; he knew, has known all along. after all, he put stars into the sky and demanded they remain in the face of unquestionable divinity.

(they lived through it all, stars and supernovas and nebulae)

aziraphale owes it to him to ask the question, no matter what it might wake, what it might destroy. for once, he cannot tell whether he is lying to himself or not, whether he owes it to crowley or himself or to anyone at all.

whether he owes it to god. (whether crowley is what god should be)

he needs to ask, and he will take the answer and swallow it whole. there is no gun to his head this time, but there might as well be, and it is his own hand on the trigger.

do you love me?

there is a shift in crowley's eyes, life glinting and sparking before it disappears again, and he wants to reach out and find it; dig through his memories until it writhes within his palm.

what remains after in the golden tourmaline of his eyes is cold, polished pain, a spark that has died and hardened in the black hole of his absence. metals are flexible, gold is soft, not brittle, and crowley is full of dents and scratches he wishes he could smooth out despite knowing it would not be welcome.

metals don't break. (but when they do they die)

you don't get to ask that question.

salts break, brittle and charged and willing to dissolve on his tongue. crowley asks questions, he loves questions. he questioned god and walked away.

(crowley is metal but his tears are salt)

never, not once, has he denied any being the right to question. aziraphale has orbited around it since before time, since eden, and uz, and golgotha, and rome, and all the kingdoms of the world.

aziraphale nods, and figures there is a first time for everything.

he questioned crowley, grabbed the question and stared at it like his personal sun, waiting to go blind. aziraphale doesn't ask again, walks away, and wonders if this is what it feels like to fall.

does this count as a fic idk i found it in my tumblr drafts and made it wayyy too long. character study/ficlet/whatever you wanna call it. unnecessary elemental metaphors bc im a chem major and love it.

#alex writes good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable divorce

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Temptress

His hands were big, almost bigger than your chest. It was surprising the first time you looked at them, really looked at them. He was just sitting there, hand splayed out behind him to support his lean as he chatted with surrounding friends. His fingers added to the length, but the way the muscles made his hand look like a piece of art was something you’d never noticed about anyone else. Then, he’d glance over at you staring at his hands, curiosity getting the better of him. He noticed the way your eyes were half lidded, almost as if you were in a daze.

“Y/n?” He felt his mouth say your name, but he didn’t mean to say it so loud. Now everyone was staring at the two of you. Your attention was now on his eyes, how vibrant they looked in the sun. A mix of red and yellow haze.

“Yes?” You smile innocently, like you weren’t just thinking mostly devious thoughts about your friend’s hands. He glances at the small crowd and then back to you.

“Would you like to come with me to get some snacks for everyone?” He gets up to stand, stretching out his arms in front of you. Was he always this built?

“Uhh…” Your brain stops working as he smiles at you, a smile that lit up places that weren’t usually supposed to feel this way. “Sure…” You finally reply. His smile grows as he starts to walk toward the inner hallways of the building. You follow silently behind him, observing the way his stride was longer than yours. He suddenly stops and you nearly walk into his back.

“Y/n.” He states firmly, turning to look at you. You’re confused now. What could he want?

“Yes?” You watch as he lifts his hand in front of your face.

“Why were you staring at my hands so much?” He questions. You blink, then blink again. Huh? He noticed? Fuck.

“Well, uh, heh.” You glance to either side, wondering if you should just book it away from him. He almost seems to sense what you’re thinking of because he closes the distance between you. “What are you-?”

“I bet you I can take a guess.” He whispers. You furrow your brows, shaking your head slightly. He couldn’t possibly-no, he can’t know what you were thinking of. Right? You laugh awkwardly, trying to cover up how hot your body was getting.

“You don’t need to do that-”

“You, y/n, are very vulgar.” He studies his fingers one by one and then moves his middle and ring finger down, meeting your gaze over his knuckles. A small gasp escapes your lips. “Do you want to tell me specifics, or should I make up my own story?” He smirks, stepping even closer to you.

“Kyojuro…” At first you want to deny him the pleasure, but did you also want to deny yourself? “Meet me at my place later, then I’ll tell you exactly what to do.”

“As you wish, temptress.”

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imagine| On The Nature Of Daylight

This is a part two to 'Star', since I feel like it deserved a happy ending, despite the bittersweetness of the first part. I honestly could expand this into a series if I want to, so let me know what you all think! Enjoy!

PAIRING || Astarion x Tav (Reader)

WORD COUNT || 1,090

Daylight always felt so odd, because even in a big city, the night was always more comforting. Especially for those who could never truly sleep well. ‘Insomniacs’.

The times that Tav did sleep, they’d see glimpses of stark white locks, red speckled irises, and a cheeky grin. All unfamiliar to see in a society where the only white hair you would see is on older people and people with odd hair dying choices. And, red eyes? It’d be associated with Albinism. The dots could never really connect on who this person plaguing their dream were.

Every night.

Every nap.

Every single time.

Doctors prescribed meds for PTSD, Insomnia, but nothing ever worked.

So, Their nights were filled with mindless activities and scrolling their phone, as most people do.

Wondering who exactly this man could be.

And, why his skin felt so natural against theirs.

The sun peeked just out of the curtain of their room, only slightly illuminating the space that was covered with various papers that had sketches scrawled across them, some with eyes, some with swirls to resemble curls, and mouths, shaped into smirks, two sharp teeth peeking out from under them. So beautiful yet out of reach, even so slightly.

The bed felt so empty.

But, at least there was the library.

It was a small job, paid decently well, gave Tav access to all types of books, ranging from non-fiction to fantasy to even greek tellings and local legends.

Though, fantasy was always one that piqued their interest.

Busy streets, walking with a blazer wrapped around their figure, a coffee in their hands, messenger bag in the other.

Eventually, the quietness of the library surrounded them, a few people sat at table reading books or typing away at computers. A few stood inbetween shelves, examining every aspect of the books they hold from the front to the spine.

Wyll, he was the head of the library, was clocking out and waved with a smile, glasses pushing up towards his nose as he walks away, carrying a stack of books. He was the nicest coworker you could ever have, always leaving a tupperware full of baked goods. Assortments of cookies, cupcakes, mini pies, all very sweet. Though, his hobbies outside of work were always involving sword fighting and fencing.

Cookies, this time around.

Red velvet.

The red looked practically bloody.

There was a ding, and Tav looked up, a red-haired woman holding a few books.

Demonology?

“Will these be all?”

“Yes…”

“Demonology, huh?”

She was quiet, opting to hug herself as she waited for the books to be checked out, hand rubbing against the muscle under her leather jacket.

Tav slides the books across the counter.

“Hope these help your studies!”

“Thank you.”

She walks away, Tav now opening the tupperware to grab a cookie, taking a large bite and humming a bit at the taste of the white chocolate chips.

Always so good.

“Hello? Earth to Librarian?”

Her hair was stark white, next to her snowy complexion, a silver necklace adorning her neck as she waved a petite hand in from of their face.

“Oh… sorry.”

The girl handed the books over, watching closely as Tav scanned them.

“You ever dabble in witchcraft?”

Tav perks up.

“Uh. No. But, it does seem interesting.”

“You should check these out once I’m done with them. Spells of protection are major within witchcraft, you know?”

She takes the books, grinning.

“Have a good one, Librarian.”

Sauntered off, leaving Tav to contemplate why no one ever read their nametag.

But, there was no time for that, there were books to put away.

So, they grabbed a cart, stacking returned books onto it before pushing it to certain aisles, sliding books in their rightful places, humming a small tune that's been stuck in their head. Eventually, the fantasy section comes up, a lot of empty slots to fill as they stop and begin to put boots in, until someone snatches up the book they just put in.

Red-Speckled eyes.

A devilish grin.

White locks.

“Oh, hello…”

His voice was smooth, an accent buried underneath it all.

“Hi.”

“Apologies for snatching this book from you, Love. You see… I’m very fascinated by fictional works, especially fantasy and this work, from Ms. Tyler, well, it’s an excellent work.”

He shows the cover of the book, which had a piece of art that depicted a small group of people.

“It’s okay, uh… we are getting a shipment soon of the next part after that one. The conclusion. If you’d like, I can have a reminder sent to you for it?”

His grin widens.

“That’d be perfect, Darling, Thank you.”

He peers down.

“Tav.”

“That’s me.”

“My name is Aster, but you can call me Astarion.”

Tav smiles a bit.

“You seem vaguely familiar, have we met before?”

“I believe we haven’t but, we can get to know each other?”

He was charming, his eyes looking directly into Tav’s with a familiar intensity.

“Sure. But, check out the book first?”

He nods, smiling as Tav walks away with the cart, mind swirling with thoughts.

Exactly like the dreams.

They looked just like the person in his dreams.

And, he had to know more.

“Just this book?”

He had just set the one book onto the counter, eyes more trained on Tav then anywhere else.

But, the sun through the window was hitting him just right, the red of his eyes more bright in the unexpected light, giving a odd sense of comfort. He was all too known in Tav’s mind, the resemblance uncanny of the man in their dreams. His touch could practically be felt still, his hands brushing the hair out of their face.

“Yes. And, red velvet? Good choice.”

A grin sprouts on Tav’s face.

“My coworker made them for me, they're good. Want one?”

“Sure.”

Their hands graze as Tav hands him a cookie, scanning the book and handing it over to him again as he grabs it, other hand holding the cookie as he take a bite, nodding to himself.

“Quite good.”

“I know right?”

A beat of silence.

“I’m sorry if its weird but, I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve met you..”

“I feel the same way.”

Both perk up.

“Would you want to maybe… go get coffee or something? I know a place down main street, ran by this really nice guy, Halsin.”

“I’d love to, my dear.”

Both just look at eachother, a knowing look, red eyes looking into theirs.

“See you soon?”

“See you soon.”

#xreader #fanfiction #astarion #astarion x reader #baldurs gate astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #fluff #soulmates #found love

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makeyoumine69 · 1 year

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Starboy

● PAIRING: Sugar Daddy!Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

● SUMMARY: When on one day Mr. Bateman came to your office, you never knew how far it could go.

● WARNINGS: Implied flirt, seduction, small innocent touches, sweet-talker Patrick Bateman himself, minor possessive behaviour.

● WORDCOUNT: 2.6k

● A/N: One more prequel about Patrick and his little Cupcake, I enjoy writing their backstory so much! Btw, I was inspired by this American Psycho edit. As always, I hope you like this chapter!💕

● SONG REC: The Weeknd - Starboy✨

● LINKS: [Sweet like a Cupcake Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

The days after that “little accident” with Mr. Bateman felt like a horrible nightmare.

You were constantly thinking about losing your job, strolling around your office and watching the sun's rays breaking through the window. What if you just stayed silent and let him ground you into the dirt, soaking up all the shit he was saying–would your boss be satisfied with you then?

The click of the door opening caught your attention before Cindy’s sonorous voice reached your ear. “(Y/N), we should go get coffee! Our favorite barista finally came back. Woohoo, no more shitty coffee!”

With a dull smile on your face, you tapped the papers on your desk. “I need to finish this by the afternoon.” You looked over the documents again, and then sighed. “Just go without me.”

She whined, disappointment clear in her voice, and when you looked at her, she was already standing in the doorway, checking the time on her watch. “I’ll just rush, so our coffee won’t get cold. Do you want a latte or cappuccino?”

“Dealer’s choice,” you chuckled and took your place at the deck. “Just… Don't spill it… Okay?”

“Alright, alright…”

Then she walked away, leaving you alone in your office again. Back to work.

Leafing through the documents was a kind of meditation for you–it helped soothe your mind, distracting you from obsessive thoughts.

Your edits were quick, slashing across the page, adding notes in the margin with a well-loved red pen. The door opened again. “What did you forget this time?” you asked, not looking up. “Cindy, could you also bring me a cupcake–”

“Good afternoon.” A familiar, tenor voice caused your whole body to taut like a string. You knew who it was before you even looked up.

Ever hauntingly perfect, Patrick Bateman was standing in the doorway, casting a studying glance at you. You stood up abruptly, anticipating nothing but the worst. He might really be so vindictive to come in person with your termination notice.

“(Y/N), isn’t it?” he asked smoothly, closing the door behind him.

“Yes, that’s me,” you replied, attempting to sound as confident as you could. “How can I help you, sir?”

“First, call me Patrick,” he gave you his most cocky snow-white smile, roaming around your office and getting closer to your desk. “And please, relax. I’m not here to fire you.”

The corners of your mouth twitched slightly, but that didn’t really ease the tension. His presence here was making you feel weirdly thrilled.

"As you wish, sir, but I’m afraid that a first-name basis breaks the subordination rules of our company,” you pressed the pen against the tabletop, leaning a bit on your other hand. “Penalties are strictly enforced for things like that.”

Amused, Bateman was standing in front of your table, so the smell of his cologne easily hit your nose. “Our previous meeting was… Well, it was horrible as hell,” he said, watching you nervously rap the pen. “I just want to apologize, and I hope you’ll let me take you to lunch, at least.”

With a sharp click, your pen flew away in an unknown direction, but you just ignored that, continuing to act naturally. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. I usually don’t have time to eat, 'cause I’m pretty busy and–” you stammered a bit as only now you noticed you were looking into each other's eyes for over thirty seconds straight.

“‘And’?”

“My boss won’t be happy if I don’t have these reviews done by–”

“Wait a second.” Patrick held up a finger to stop you before he crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m your boss, sweetie.”

Gulping, you had no choice but to turn your face into a friendly expression and grin politely. “With all respect, sir, you’re the boss of my boss. And, I really need to finish these.”

Patrick huffed as he stared at you, his hazel eyes spinning with green and brown, until they were a hypnotizing spiral that sucked you in. “Okay, I think I get it.” He shook his head, smirking all the time from how timidly you were batting your eyelashes. “Now listen (Y/N), in two hours I will be at Four Seasons, the one down here,” he quickly checked his Rolex, and then glanced at you again. “I’ll be waiting for you there. Don’t be late.”

As if he didn’t want to give you a chance to refuse, Bateman turned around and left your office. The silence filled up your ears after the door closed. Your chest was rising and falling so quickly; you couldn’t really believe what just happened. Biting your lower lip, you thoughtfully slid your hand against the tabletop–a creeping panic was growing in your gut, making it hard for you to breathe.

When Cindy returned fifteen minutes later, you didn’t say even a word about what had happened just before she came back, because it would sound completely absurd. And considering her previous reaction to what you told her about Mr. Bateman, she would probably burn with envy. But there was one more problem–how to sneak out from the office without anyone asking questions?

“Erm, Cindy…I’m going on a quick break,” you mumbled as you got up to grab your coat.

“Wait, wait! Where are you going?”

“It’s nothing interesting,” smiling sheepishly, you wrapped a woolen scarf around your neck. “Oh, did I thank you for the coffee? It was really nice!”

“Hey! Stop messing around!” she protested, standing up from her seat, with arms crossed. “You usually don’t go anywhere for ‘breaks’!”

Sighing, you took your bag and glanced at your watch. Plenty of time. “I’ll tell you when I get back, okay?” a small bluff wouldn't be an issue–you concluded, watching Cindy sadly pouting. “One of our colleagues asked me for lunch, that’s all, you know. Nothing special…”

“And who’s this cutie pie? Ah, don’t tell me, I think I know who it is!” She clapped her hands, and her voice trilled with excitement. “If you say that it’s that nerd from our computer department, I’m gonna die!”

Humming, you gave yourself a few seconds to think before replying: “Yes, it’s him.”

“Eeeee!” she giggled, shushing herself with a palm. “Oh, my gosh, poor ‘Romeo’ finally made a step!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you chided, holding out your hands to soothe her. “I don’t have much time, and I still need to find the place where we’re having lunch. So, see you later… Oh, and Cindy, if the boss calls, please tell her I’m out for some office supplies.”

On that bright note, you left your office, with mysterious excitement.

It was your first time at Four Seasons, though you heard a lot of positive reviews about this place from the top management of P & P. Once you made just one step inside the restaurant, you met at least three or four good-looking females, all dressed with expensive clothes and jewelry. After a quick examination of yourself, you had to admit—your office uniform was looking unsuitable for this kind of an establishment, but who would care? If one arrogant snob didn’t force you to come here, all restaurant visitors wouldn't have to suffer from your “super luxury look”—you giggled sarcastically to yourself before you approached the maître d' — a young blond lady with a very deep neckline. As soon as she noticed you, she gave you a suspiciously friendly smile and greeted you:

“Good afternoon, Miss and welcome to the Four Seasons. My name is Veronica. How can I help you?”

“Oh, hello!” you smiled back. “There should be a reservation under Mr. Bateman.”

The last words you said made her face change literally before your eyes and now it was not as friendly as one minute ago. “Let me check please,” she was sorting through the pages of the logbook, looking at you from time to time from under her long lashes. “Please, follow me.”

The closer you were getting to the table, the more you felt an uprising fear in your chest and you couldn’t really understand what was really scaring you that much: him, this fancy place, or all of these things together. Wrapped in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice you had already reached the place as the maître d' extended her hand, inviting you to take the seat just across from Patrick, who at that moment was studying the menu, with his face half covered by it.

“Have a good time!” The blonde glanced at you contemptuously for the last time before she strolled away.

“Thanks…” You replied to no one, nervously undoing your scarf.

“Glad to see you again, sit down.” Bateman murmured, putting the menu aside, his brown eyes were exploring your frame like a scanner.

“I hope I am not late.”

“No, you are just in time,” he smirked as you finally sat in front of him, your hands nervously fixing the sleeves of your white blouse. “What do you usually prefer to drink? Tea, water, maybe coffee?”

“I had enough coffee today, but thank you,” you looked at him more confidently, as your strategy for this lunch was pretty simple–be nice, friendly, and polite. “This place is so lovely!”

“You think so?”

“Uh, yes. Well, I’m not the type of person who goes on lunch to such places,” you paused as you noticed how attentively he was listening to you, raising his right eyebrow. “So, I don't know what to compare it to, but this one looks exquisite.”

You heard him chuckling softly before Bateman took a sip of his whiskey, pointing at the menu with his stare. “Choose what you want to eat.”

With a warm grin on your face, you took the menu but once you saw the prices–you felt your hair standing on edge. “You know, I’m not really hungry.”

“Stop pretending, sweetie,” damn, did he call you like that again? “If you were not hungry you wouldn’t ask your friend to bring you a cupcake, right?”

Stunned by his sudden trick, you hid behind the menu for a second to reflect on what to answer him back. “You have a significant memory, Mr. Bateman.”

“It’s Patrick,” he smiled at you flirtatiously while his piercing gaze seemed trying to catch any little weaknesses of yours. “As you should know, my type of work requires such things.”

“Of course.” You nodded.

“And… I really prefer you to call me Patrick, but on the other hand, the way you say ‘Mr. Bateman’ sounds kinda hot.”

You nearly let out a nervous laugh but you held back yourself as you gave him a confused look.

Unlike you, Bateman couldn’t help but snigger at your reaction. “Relax, silly. I’m joking.”

“That's what I thought…” You were acting as if nothing happened, desperately trying to suppress an unknown frisson inside your body.

Then, a tall dark-haired waiter got your attention as he came across your table, with a notebook in his hands. “Are you ready to order, sir?”

“Beef Steak with Grilled Vegetables and Sweet Potatoes,” Patrick pointed with a finger, forcing his golden Rolex to wiggle on his wrist. “(Y/N), did you make your choice?”

“To be honest, I’d rather eat something sweet,” you glimpsed at the waiter with hope, because you didn’t even see the dessert menu. “Maybe you can recommend something to me?”

“We have amazing cheesecakes and tiramisu-”

“A dessert for lunch?” Bateman asked in surprise, cutting off the waiter and leaving you a bit embarrassed. “I think Sweet Pea and Tuna Salad sounds better,” he waited for the busboy to take away the menu and then added: “It’s healthier, and it tastes delicious. You are gonna like it.”

Confused, you watched the waiter walking away when you suddenly blurted out: “Actually, you could make an order without asking-”

“I could, but I wanted to give you a chance,” the way he kept interrupting everyone was really pissing you off. “So, how long have you been working in our company? Cause I can’t really remember you,” frowning a bit, he leaned on the back of his chair. “You must be a new one?”

With a cunning smirk, you took a glass of mineral water that was already standing on the table. “Well, you can say that,” you smiled again before continuing: “I’ve been working as an accountant in Pierce & Pierce for two years already.”

Satisfied with how awkward he was looking right now, you made a victorious sip of water, waiting for his next step.

“Two years… Huh, that’s a lot!”

“Yes, but it’s fine we never met,” you stated, meeting his languid gaze more decisively. “Usually, top management doesn’t see any of its workers and it’s okay.”

Bateman nodded, humming something to himself as if the puzzle inside his head finally completed. “Mm-hm, I hope you’re happy with your job and you don’t feel overworked.”

Was it some kind of test? As much as you wanted to lament about all of your grievances, you couldn’t take any risks–how could you even trust the guy who first antagonized you and then asked you out for lunch… in Four Fucking Seasons. That was so weird.

“I love everything about my work. But of course, it’s not perfect but nowhere is.” You replied confidently.

“Don’t you mind if I smoke?” Before Bateman asked, he was already having a cigar in his hand.

Even if you did, what would you say?

“Go on.”

And then you suddenly lost it, as you watched him lighting his cigar after your words, and you could swear to God–never in your life, you saw a man who was smoking sexier than that. Mesmerized, you couldn't take your eyes off of his beautiful features, especially his ideal cheekbones, which looked so sharp–you thought you could cut yourself if you touch them… Touch them?

Meanwhile, Patrick was definitely rambling about something, but you could only see how his perfectly shaped lips curled whenever he was speaking, and damn… His side profile seemed to be forged by a sculptor, as you didn’t really have any other explanations for how this man could be so fine… Wait, what were you even thinking?

“(Y/N), are you listening?” His concerned voice took you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, yes… Sorry! I just remembered about my report, which I should finish today and-”

“So, you’re really overworked if you can’t even stop thinking about your job while being here with me.”

Did he sound really offended, or it was just your slightly clouded mind–you couldn’t really find an answer as he added:

“Maybe I should speak with your boss about this?” he puffed on his cigar, giving you a challenging glance. “And guess what? I think we should have dinner.”

“Dinner?”

“That’s exactly what I said,” smirking, Bateman blew some smoke rings, his dark eyes glowing with excitement. “Dinner, where we can chill a bit and have a proper conversation. Not like this.”

Just as you were about to reply, the waiter brought your meals, how unfortunate–you thought before taking a napkin, and of course, you touched his palm because Patrick was doing just the same thing. As if you were in some romance movie, you took your hand away like from fire, but that only spurred him to catch your palm again, stroking it nearly notably, and somehow, this time you didn’t even make a move—you only gasped. Rising your eyes on him, you could only see a devilish grin of satisfaction on his face and there was nothing really left for you to do, rather than ask yourself if that was really happening.

#american psycho #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman imagine #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x female reader #patrick bateman x you #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x you #slasher smut #patrick bateman smut #patrick bateman headcanon #christian bale smut #christian bale x reader

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spicyicetea · 4 months

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This is the start of a fic I briefly spoke about in THIS post. These won’t be chapter by chapter posts, at least not at first, but somewhat disconnected posts that change POV. I still don’t know what to call this but if you have suggestions feel free to let me know.

Yandere Eldritch Submas x reader

May contain NSFW topics including violence, swearing and sexual references. MDNI. This is a Fem reader but referred to with GN pronouns the majority of the time. Not proofread because I can’t be bothered.

Oh Arceus

It wasn’t often Arceus had to intervene with his creations, but now he feels obligated. He lowered his guard and something… slipped through the cracks into the reality he had created. Powerful beings they were, rivalling his own power easily when working together. They were hungry beings, greedy things he had tried to protect his creations from. But no, they’ve been a pain in his… neck ever since one of them discovered the concept Soulmates. Their desire to watch his creations grew, wanting to discover what those… humans meant when calling someone a soulmate. Then they found her, what a battle they caused. He held them off, reminding them of a deal they had sealed millennia prior but they easily shattered it as he turned his back to heal. Sliding through the cracks in reality to find her… find their soulmate.

“So, you’re telling me that you fucked up and I have to fix it?”

It was hard to believe a single word they were told, it isn’t often the god you were studying appears before you to beg for your aid. But this was no ordinary situation. Two other god-like beings slipped into the world you held so dear and now god wants you to help fix it, to find them.

“I don’t think I’m qualified for this job.”

“Hold on! Don’t just walk away!”

Y/N stopped in their tracks, sighing before looking at the towering white god before them. Despite how unbelievable it was, it felt wrong to just say no. Arceus wanted them to travel back to Unova, where he believed these beings were hiding. That doesn’t sound so bad… it would be nice to return to Unova…

“Fine, I’ll help you.”

And with that, your fate was sealed. As the phone like shape settled into your palm, Arceus taking a more familiar form to not arouse suspicion, you had been played into their arms perfectly. Disguising themselves in human forms to find their beloved. It’s the perfect plan.

“And given that Arceus can never let things be without his permission, he will lure them home to us!”

“Perfect plan brother! I’m so verrry excited to see our darling again.”

“Yes, however, we should be weary Kudari, I fear Arceus may recognise us and take her away from us…”

“Then we shall use our other names Nobori, remember? I am Emmett and you’re-“

“Ingo, I remember brother.”

———————————

The sun streamed through the parted clouds onto the pavement, street vendors offering food at every corner. It had been years since you had lived in Nimbasa, but the sights were still as familiar as ever. Except that was a lie. It had never been so… perfect. In fact, it was uncomfortably so. Your new friend tucked in your pocket not doing much to heal your discomfort.

“I need to get a job… I wonder if that coffee shop I used to visit is hiring.” Y/N muttered, a hand on their chin while trying to figure out how to afford food.

Their shoes clicked along the pavement before a hand tapped her shoulder. With wide eyes, she spun to face them. The person in green uniform bowed and apologised repeatedly. They knew if they didn’t then their bosses would have a few harsh words for him.

“Ah my apologies ma’am! I overheard you talking about needed a job and thought I could lend a hand. You see, we’re currently hiring new workers at the the station and-“

“Station? I don’t remember Nimbasa having a-“

“Ah, it’s always been here, come along, I’m sure you’d love to join us.”

He dragged Y/N along the stairs into the subway grinning at her. His bosses may be your soulmates but all the other workers were eager to meet you. They had followed them from the worlds they originated from as their worshipers and now are often treated as family, or their children more or less. As much as their bosses desired you, the workers needed you just as much, you were their new mom pretty much.

“Ah there they are! Master Ingo!”

Master? What a strange way to refer to their boss…

“Hm? Ah Jackie have you-“ the man in the black coat froze, his eyes widening as he adjusted his cap and cleared his throat. “I see you’ve found someone who wishes to work with us?”

Jackie nodded eagerly taking his cap off and placing it on your head. The expression the other man held changed, it held something dangerous. It felt as if every shadow in the station were starring at you. With a nervous laugh, you took the cap off, placing it into Jackie’s hands again.

“Aha, thanks but I don’t think-“

“We’d love for you to work with us! Wouldn’t we brother?”

“Yes verrry much so Ingo!”

Y/N jolted as a man in a white coat appeared beside him, seemingly out of thin air. What are you saying Y/N, he must have walked over while you looked at Jackie…

“I am Emmett! And this is my dear brother Ingo. We would love for you to join us here.”

Ingo just nodded along with him, both staring at you expectantly. The way both brothers stared into your eyes sparked something. It felt like the shadows were groping at your thighs and weighing down on your chest, coiling around your breasts. Well they were, but you didn’t need to know that, nor did you need to know that they had… gotten rid of one of your neighbours and claimed the house next to yours so they can keep an eye on you.

“I… fine, I might as well. As long as you pay well.” You sighed, the twins lighting up with glee. Both grabbing your hands and leading you further into the station to their office.

“We’ll grab you a uniform and you can start tomorrow!” They said in unison, turning their backs to hide the way their faces distorted, too happy to contain their true forms fully.

#x reader #yandere x reader #demon submas #monster submas #eldritch submas #submas x reader #submas emmet #submas ingo #submas #emmet x reader #ingo x reader

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coopsgirl · 9 months

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Modern AU Thranduil One Shot - Studying Abroad

Safe for work, 995 words

The study abroad program you were participating in felt like a dream come true. The University of Kent located in Canterbury had proved to be the right school as the campus was lovely and it was a short train trip to London which made it easy to travel around the rest of England from there. You had been invited to a bonfire by some of your classmates and you happily accepted. The crowd grew fairly large by the time the sun had begun to set which during the Summer, was quite late. One man in particular caught your eye. He was very tall, you guessed around 6’5”, and had shaggy, light blonde hair. You were afraid he was going to notice you staring but it was hard to stop as he was so handsome. “You fancy him, don’t you?” your friend Ruby asked as she sat down on the ground beside you. “He’s really cute” you confessed. “He’s rich too. His father is the Earl of Guilford. He’s the eldest so he’ll inherit the title one day.” “Really?! I’ve never met anybody with a title.” “Come on, I’ll introduce you.” “No! I couldn’t. I’m a nobody” you said in protest. Ruby stood up and then took your hands to pull you to your feet as well. “He’s a real sweetheart. Come on!”

You followed behind her nervously as you walked towards him. “Hello! I’m Ruby and I wanted to introduce you to my friend Y/N. She’s studying abroad from America and has never met any of the nobility.” “Oh well, it’s very nice to meet you both. I’m Thranduil” he said with a big smile as he took turns shaking each woman’s hand. “I’ll see you later” Ruby said and then she walked away leaving them alone. “I hope we didn’t bother you” you said apologetically now feeling quite embarrassed as Ruby hadn’t known him any more than you did. “No bother at all. Are you studying at the university here?” “Yes. It’s just for the Summer but so far, I’m having a wonderful time. I’ve always wanted to come to England.” “I’m glad you’re enjoying your visit and I’m glad you were able to come to my party as well.” “This is your party?” you asked as you realized you hadn’t been given much information about the event. “Yes. I graduated from the University of Kent and every Summer I like to hold a party open to all current students, particularly the ones dedicated enough to continue classes through the Summer term” “That’s really nice of you. Is this your property?” “Yes, the manor house is just on the other side of that rise” he said as he pointed to a small green hill behind him. “Thanks again for the party and for not minding talking with me. I should get back to my friends.” “Do you have to?” he asked with a half-smile. You felt the butterflies in your stomach going crazy as you replied, “No, I guess I don’t have to.”

“Would you like to see the house? There’s a beautiful view from just over there” he said looking to the hill. “I’d love to see it.” You could hardly believe your eyes when the large house came into view. “Wow! I can’t imagine living somewhere like that.” “It was built in the 1700s. It takes a lot of work to maintain but it’s a privilege to be responsible for it and make sure it stands for centuries to come.” Thranduil was so proud as he spoke of the home he had been raised in and that he loved dearly. There was a gazebo not far from them and he took her hand in his as they walked towards it. You sat down beside each other and looked out onto the sky where the first stars were beginning to twinkle in the twilight. “I went to Leeds Castle last weekend and that was really fun. It’s beautiful there too.” You really wanted to tell him that he was the most handsome man you’d ever seen with a voice smoother than silk but instead you rambled about the places you’d been. “It is very lovely there…as are you.” You looked up at him with surprise and he quickly spoke again. “I am sorry. That was much too forward.” You felt courage well up inside you as you said, “I don’t mind. I think you’re really cute too.” You could feel your whole face turn red as you thought you sounded silly but the smile he gave you quickly put you at ease.

“I hope this doesn’t sound rude but I’ve never heard the name Thranduil before, is it a traditional English name.” He chuckled and then answered. “The name was my father’s idea. It is very old and I don’t believe that anyone has used it in centuries. I usually go by Thran.” “It’s a nice name and definitely is unique. Should I ask about your middle name?” you said with a joking tone. “Oh, it’s even worse! It’s Oropherion” he explained and you both laughed. “You’ll have to explain that one to me sometime” you said hinting that you wanted to see him again. “I certainly will” he said and he reached over to hold your hand.

Thran then smiled as he moved a little closer to you and then took both of your hands in his. He leaned forward and tenderly kissed your forehead. When you did not pull away, he looked into your eyes and then his soft lips kissed yours. He let go of your hands to caress your face and neck and you put your arms around his chest and pulled him closer to you. His kisses were gentle and sweet and you could feel yourself becoming a bit lightheaded. A shooting star streaked across the sky above but you were both oblivious to anything going on around you as you were completely lost in each other’s arms.

#lee pace #thranduil #thranduil one shot #thranduil x reader #thranduil x y/n #thranduil x you #tolkien fic #modern au thranduil #thranduil oropherion #thranduil fluff

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dazed-poltergeist · 9 months

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The Scholar & The Assassin

Pairing: Arno Dorian x Reader

Warnings: None in particular.

Summary: Arno makes the Reader take a break for once as they prepare for an important assessment.

Add. Notes: I'm quite sure I have said this before, but I'm sorry if any of the Assassin's Creed characters I write about are out-of-character. I only have access to ACIII and ACIV: Black Flag, and honestly? I prefer playing first-hand instead of watching a playthrough on the internet. Now, watch me try to figure out the entire internal structure of Café Théâtre solely through Fandom Wiki screenshots-

>✉️<

{ Dude. I planned to write this in May/June to celebrate the end of the school year. I was like "why not?" and started writing the piece at the start of May. The problem? It's fucking August. I finished it after three fucking months. I'm afraid I finished this only because I felt obligated to. }

-Eero, August 2023

Masterlist ✧⁠*⁠。

"You have been working for quite a while. Can you take a break with me?"

Arno's spontaneous request caught you off-guard. You were a scholar preparing for the final exams created by your institution, and you now realized you had been studying in the memento gallery the whole morning.

"I probably should, I completely lost track of time." You responded to Arno, as you dipped your quill in the pot of ink sitting on your workspace. "Give me a moment to finish writing this down, I'll come with you in a bit."

"Will you? Put the quill back in the ink pot and simply go out for a bit with me." Arno insisted, but added with a chuckle: "It won't grow legs and escape while we are away."

You giggled at his remark as you got up from your desk. After a stretch, you cleaned up the quill and closed the lid of the ink pot. In the process, Arno left the gallery to get some more practical clothing for you.

As you were changing into the clothing Arno had brought you, he asked; "Do you know any places you want to pass by as we are out?" "I don't have any in mind," You told him, and added a question of your own, "You were the one who wanted to take a walk, though. Don't you have any ideas?"

"It never hurts to ask. But yes, I thought of going to the Café's rooftop, and it looks like that's where we are going." Arno stated, as the two of you began walking in the direction of the gallery's exit.

Once you had entered the balcony, you noticed that the weather had improved from the last moment you had taken a break. The Sun had come out and the winds had calmed down. Perfect weather for relaxing on the rooftop.

Arno swiftly climbed onto the roof, then turned to you and offered you his hand to help you up. You took it, and with a little struggle, you managed to get on the rooftop as well.

As the two of you moved away from the edge of the roof, you realized how much you envied Arno's skills as an assassin. Your inexperienced self was trying to keep up with him while he moved like he lived on the roofs.

Arno gestured you to sit next to him once you had made it to him. You obliged, and told him: "You need to teach me how to climb like that." "Like what?" He playfully questioned. Without a pause, you clapped back: "Like a roof hermit."

The man next to you burst into laughter at your blunt response. He took a moment to calm down, but finally he explained: "Learning to move the way I do takes years of practice. It's not something you can learn in one sitting. "

You sighed when Arno told you the truth about his skills. "At this point, I am probably too old to become an assassin," You told him. "You told me of a few assassins before. All of them were already related to the Brotherhood when they were children."

All Arno could do was agree with you. He was associated with the assassins since his childhood as well – his father was one.

Neither of you didn't want to dwell on that anymore, so you leaned against him, and began explaining the topics that you were revising before he offered to take a break.

He enjoyed listening to you talk about the things you studied, as you were passionate enough to dedicate a few years of your life to learn even more about it.

Arno realized shortly after that you were technically back in the state before the break – revising. He was sure to bring it up: "Wait a second! We are supposed to be taking a break from reviewing all that!"

#eero's fics #assassin's creed #assassin's creed unity #arno dorian x reader #arno dorian #arno victor dorian #assassin's creed x reader #assassin's creed fanfiction #ac unity #i havent been writing much for the past few months #i cant tell if its because i cant think of what to write or if its bcs im not motivated enough to write #eh. it doesnt matter

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Enamore [21] - Shatter

A.N: Thank you so much for your amazing feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story!❤

Summary: Sooner or later, every illusion shatters.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, angst

Word Count: 5300

Series Masterlist

You could barely sleep because of the burning anger running through your veins. The whole night, you tossed and turned in bed and as soon as the first lights of the sun spilled through the curtains, you were on your feet, pacing in the room.

A walking scandal.

He had called you a walking scandal.

On one hand, you were very much aware that it was before you had met, and he had told you the same thing while you were storming out of his study, your vision almost red with the haze of anger, but it didn’t mean it hurt any less.

Especially because it wasn’t even only about you, it was about your mother. This chatter, which he had very willingly believed even before you had stepped a foot in London, consisted of complete lies and yet…

Deep down inside, you wanted an explanation. You needed it, even though you had claimed you never wanted to see him again. It was so confusing that you could barely understand what you were supposed to think about this, but thankfully you had the best distraction.

“You know, when you told me about this brilliant plan of yours, I was sure you were jesting,” Cecily said and you shrugged your shoulders, rummaging through the chest full of gowns you had brought with you. Edith, one of Cecily’s sisters, was already behind the dressing screen while Abigail, her other sister looked at the gowns you had pulled for her.

“You said your sisters did not have gowns for tonight’s opera,” you said. “And we do not have the time to get something made from scratch I’m afraid, so we can just make adjustments for the gowns I already own if they like any of them.”

“I like this one.” Edith said as she stepped out from behind the dressing screen and you gasped.

“Edith, you look absolutely beautiful!” you said. “After tonight, your suitors will be rushing here.”

“Oh God forbid no.”

“Edith does not wish to marry, Y/N.” Cecily said helpfully and Edith nodded.

“I will be a proud spinster.”

You tilted your head. “But what about love?”

“It should stay away from me,” Edith said as you gawked at her, trying to wrap your mind around the notion of not wanting love. “I love myself, that’s enough for me. Besides, Cece is getting married to Lord Westcliff now, it’s such a relief now I will not have to marry.”

Cecily rolled her eyes at her. “You’re going to give Y/N a heart attack if you keep talking like that.”

“I want love,” Abigail mumbled and you awwed.

“Really?”

“Yes but I have no suitors.”

“After I’m done with you, you will have too many to count,” you said airily, pulling out a gown to hold it over her body, then shook your head and threw the gown aside before grabbing another. “Look how successful I was with Cecily.”

Cecily giggled, “I still feel as if I’m in a dream.”

“I’m glad you feel like that because this has been an absolute nightmare for me,” Edith pointed out, making Cecily throw her a pillow. “Manners!”

“Just promise me you will tell me if you ever change your plans,” you told Edith and she shook her head.

“Honestly I’m tempted to fake my death to escape the expectation of marriage.”

“Well maybe we’re not extremely different Edith because I’ve decided will join a convent if I ever find myself considering a marriage of convenience,” you pointed out and Cecily scoffed.

“No convent would accept you, Y/N.”

“I’m sure I could find one,” you said and handed Abigail a gown. “Here, try this.”

“Oh this is gorgeous!” Abigail said, rushing to the dressing screen while Edith threw herself on the sofa, and someone knocked on the door.

“Come in!”

The door opened and Hugh peeked his head in. “Are you doing witchcraft in here? I can come back later.”

“We’re doing something way more terrifying than witchcraft, we’re talking of marriage,” Edith said, making Hugh smile.

“Oh the horror,” he said and entered the room, then smiled at you. “Lady Y/N.”

“Lord Trenlove.”

“I think you came here to see me, not to give my sisters gowns.”

“Right,” you said, snapping your fingers. “Because we’re courting. You should pretend to have missed me more, you know? For our courtship’s sake.”

Hugh let out a chuckle, leaning his back to the wall while Abigail stepped out, making your jaw drop.

“You must wear that tonight!”

“Mother wants to see both of you,” Hugh said and Edith huffed, then pushed herself off the sofa.

“Come on Abby,” she said and they both walked out of the room, leaving you, Cecily and Hugh there.

“You are aware that I will be setting my eyes on you when I’m finished with your sisters?” you asked Hugh and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t think I’d look good in a gown.”

“Well…”

“It’s an opera,” he reminded you. “I do not exactly have as many options when it comes to what to wear, it’s a white tie event.”

You pouted. “I was almost hoping you’d pick a black tie so I could fix it.”

“Why?”

“I love dressing up people!” you defended yourself and turned your head when a maid told Hugh his mother wanted him in the drawing room as well.

“I should go,” Hugh muttered. “I will be back to court you some more, Lady Y/N.”

“I can hardly wait,” you played along as he grinned, then walked out of the room. Cecily turned to you.

“Alright, tell me what is going on.”

You raised your brows, “What do you mean?”

“There’s something strange about you today,” she said, motioning at you. “It’s like you can’t focus, and I know very well how much you love dressing up people. So, what is it?”

You really wanted to tell her. You wanted to tell her everything that had happened with you and Anthony, and what you had heard back in his study the other day, and how you were torn between emotions especially when you knew you would be seeing him tonight at the opera. It was as if your mind was caught in a storm, your thoughts changing and shifting every second, but you knew you couldn’t make today about you.

It was going to be the first ever outing of Cecily and Elias together, the outing that would let the ton know about them before the news of their engagement came out on the papers tomorrow. Not only that, but the Duke would probably be escorting Cecily to the Avon Box at the opera so that you could all watch it together with Cecily and her family, and it was extremely important to show that he approved her.

So you just looked at her in silence for a couple of times, then gave her a bright smile before shaking your head.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you managed to say. “I’m too excited, that must be why. So, can we go over what you will wear now?”

Opera in London’s high society is one of the most important events of the season. It was the occasion for everyone to dress their very best and socialize with the rest of the ton, usually with higher social standing.

It was going to be the best occasion for Cecily and Elias to be seen as a couple for the first time, and yet you could hardly think about it. You first needed to decide whether you wanted to talk to Anthony or not, it felt as if you were torn between your heart and your mind. You were still incredibly angry at him, but somehow a part of you—a foolish part of you, no doubt— kept telling you that you had to see him again, talk to him again.

That maybe there was an explanation.

Or maybe your mother and everyone back at Paris were right; you were naïve.

The moment you, Elias, and the Duke walked into the opera house, the chatter exploded through the crowd but before anyone could even approach the Duke, he had already turned to you.

“Pretend you’re talking with me.”

“I...I am talking with you right now, your Grace.”

“Great, keep doing that.”

“Um— what do you want me to talk about?”

“Anything at all, just make it look like it’s serious.”

“Oh, I’ve just seen Cece!” Elias said, barely aware of the conversation and walked to Cecily and her family. The Duke rolled his eyes but before he could even comment on it, someone had already approached you and the Duke.

“Duke Avon, good evening. What a surprise to see you here.”

“Lord Oakley.”

“I was hoping to talk to you about—”

“I would love to have a talk Lord Oakley but I’m afraid I was in the middle of a very riveting conversation,” he shot you a look, as if asking for your help. “We were uh—we were talking about…”

“What will happen to bicameral legislature now that the Charter is in such a state,” you finished it for him and the Duke snapped his fingers.

“Yes, that.”

“Oh,” Lord Oakley said before stealing a look at you. “I was not aware that ladies were interested in politics, Lady Y/N.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and the Duke raised his brows, biting down a smile but Lord Oakley was none the wiser.

“Surely you would rather have a less complicated topic to talk of, no?”

You gritted your teeth, then shrugged your shoulders.

“Of course, let me think of a less complicated topic,” you said. “Would you agree or disagree that if Lord Castlereagh signed the Treaty of Fontainebleau it would cause further conflict between England and France?”

A small chuckle climbed up the Duke’s chest before he turned to Lord Oakley.

“She has a lot of opinions on it,” he said helpfully and Lord Oakley cleared his throat.

“Well, I’d love to hear them another time my lady, but I’m afraid my wife is looking for me,” he said and bowed. “Have a lovely evening your Grace. Lady Y/N.”

“Have a lovely evening as well, Lord Oakley,” you said with a sweet smile and the Duke scoffed as Lord Oakley walked away.

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” you said and grabbed a glass of drink. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Anthony and his family walking into the opera house and you took a huge sip, then looked up at the Duke.

“Why do you not like talking with people?”

“Because they talk too much,” he murmured while Elias walked to you with Cecily, Hugh following her and she smiled at you wide before curtsying at the Duke.

“Your Grace.”

“Oh please, you do not have to do that Miss Cecily,” the Duke said. “We will be family very soon. Lord Trenlove.”

“Your Grace. My lady.”

You smiled at Hugh, greeted him, then stepped closer to Elias and Cecily when Hugh and the Duke started a conversation before you peeked at the crowd which was already buzzing with whispers at the sight of Elias and Cecily together.

“I hope you two are ready for tonight,” you said and Cecily let out a breath.

“I feel like I might faint any time.”

“I would catch you,” Elias beamed at her, making her giggle. You stole a look at Anthony who was watching you before he downed his drink to grab another, ignoring whatever Benedict was telling him. Eloise offered you a small smile and you returned it, then switched your gaze to Cecily.

“I think the opera of tonight fits the occasion perfectly,” you said. “Cupid and Psyche.”

“I’ve always wondered what the moral of that story is.”

Cecily hummed. “One must go through challenges to be with their true love?”

“Like we did Cece,” Elias said, unable to stop his grin and you let out a small laugh.

“You did, but I don’t think that’s the moral of the story.”

“To be honest with you, I doubt Cupid loved Psyche if he put her through all those challenges,” Elias said. “It’s hardly a love story.”

“It is,” you said. “It shows that there can be no love without trust, that’s the moral of the story.”

“And I trust you completely,” Cecily told Elias, making his smile bigger and you turned your head when you heard a familiar voice.

“Mademoiselle Y/N,”

“Monsieur Allard,” you greeted him back with a smile, ignoring the way Anthony was glaring at you both. “I didn’t know you would be attending this.”

“I could never miss it, I love opera,” he said as the Duke and Hugh came closer.

“This is getting too crowded, should we go to the family box?”

“Of course,” Elias said and looked between Cecily and the Duke. “Who should…?”

“I think it’s better if it’s me, Elias,” The Duke said and offered Cecily his arm, “Miss Cecily, may I have the honor?”

Cecily thanked him and took his arm, drawing gasps from the crowd. Pierre turned to you.

“May I?” he asked, offering you his arm and you smiled brightly, then placed your hand on his arm and followed the Duke and Cecily.

“I feel as if a lady will start screaming soon, with the way they’re glaring.” Pierre muttered to you, making you let out a clear laugh as you walked beside him out of the foyer.

“Well, I’ve been told many ladies held hopes for my brother,” you said and Pierre shot you a small smile.

“What a coincidence, I’ve been told many lords hold hopes for you mademoiselle.”

You pretended to gasp. “Oh I’m sure I have no idea what you speak of, Monsieur Allard,” you teased him as you all entered the Avon Box by the balcony. Of course, as fate would have it, Avon Box was right across from Bridgerton Box so apparently you and Anthony would be in each other’s sight for the whole night.

Even the thought of it was enough to make your heart skip a beat but you forced yourself to focus on what Pierre was saying while everyone took their seats, including Cecily’s family who had just entered.

“This is about Cupid and Psyche then?”

“You are familiar with the story?” you asked and he nodded.

“These old stories are never kind to lovers, are they?”

“I’m beginning to think that nothing is ever kind to lovers.”

“Other than love itself?”

“Do you believe love is kind?” you asked back and he smiled at you.

“She has been very kind to me so far,” he said, his gaze locked in yours and you tried your hardest not to avert your gaze to Bridgerton Box but before you could say anything, someone touched your arm, making you turn your head.

Eloise and Benedict had apparently decided to greet you and the whole family. You shot her a smile, shifting your weight as the last time you had talked to her flashed through your mind and she pulled you aside away from Pierre who started to talk to Benedict and Elias.

“I’ve wanted to talk to you since yesterday,” she whispered. “What is going on?”

You crossed your arms and shook your head slightly. “Nothing.”

“Oh come on Y/N, don’t give me that!” she insisted. “You stormed out of my house after an obvious quarrel with Anthony and now he refuses to tell any of us anything, and I’m pretty certain he drank like ten glasses already tonight. So what is it?”

You heaved a sigh. “It’s not important, really.”

“Y/N.”

“I’ve…I’ve heard something, that’s all.”

“Heard what?”

You averted your gaze from her to look at Benedict who was frowning at something Pierre had said before he stole a look at you and turned to Pierre again. You ran a hand over your forehead, then glanced at Eloise.

“You must apologize to your mother on my behalf, that was hardly appropriate.”

“She doesn’t mind, she just wants to know what happened. She is pretty distracted by Daphne and Simon’s news but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t know something is happening.”

“Daphne and Simon’s news?”

“Oh I guess I can tell you, you’re basically family. She’s with child again.”

Your jaw dropped and you pressed a hand over your chest. “Oh my goodness, that’s wonderful! Congratulations!”

“I’ll make sure to let her know, and now you must tell me what happened,” she said. “Lover’s quarrel?”

You let out a small laugh. “No, nothing of the sort. We are not lovers.”

“…You two do realize other people have eyes, right?”

“Eloise,” Benedict said, “Let’s go, it’s about to start.”

Eloise huffed out and you hugged her.

“We will talk later, alright?”

“Alright, but this is not over,” she said and you waved at Benedict as they left. You approached Pierre again to sit beside him, and Elias frowned at you, motioning at you to send Pierre away but you rolled your eyes at him.

“Are you excited about your brother’s wedding?” Pierre asked you and you nodded fervently.

“Have I told you it was my doing?” you asked, proud of yourself. “I knew that they were meant to be, and I made sure that they realized it too. I have a talent in matchmaking, you see.”

“Is that right?” he asked, “And who is the next person you will use your matchmaking talents on?”

You thought for a moment. “I have many candidates in mind.”

“Like who?”

“Like all my other friends—” you started but then heard the announcement and the curtains on the stage lifted. Pierre looked around.

“Oh I should leave I think.”

“No no,” you said. “Everyone is seated anyway, you can watch it from here until the second act.”

Pierre frowned slightly. “This is your family box, will people not assume…?”

“They will be too busy gossiping about Elias and Cecily, and if anyone asks we can tell them the real reason,” you said and stole a look at the Duke who shrugged his shoulders, as if telling you to do what you wanted. So you smiled at Pierre who tentatively took the only empty seat which was behind yours, and the lights got dimmer as a singer walked into the stage, and the first act started.

As all things that had anything to do with love, opera was yet another form of art which you enjoyed a great deal.

Or at least you would have, if you could focus on it.

You had no idea when Anthony had left his family box but halfway into the first act, when you gathered enough courage to steal a look, he wasn’t there. Your mind was so full of him that it was becoming an issue, you were supposed to think of anything but him especially after hearing what he had called you before you had even arrived in London, and yet—

Yet a part of you hoped there was an explanation.

You desperately wanted it, in fact. Perhaps coming to an opera about love was not exactly the brightest idea after having such a big fight with Anthony, because all you could think about was your own feelings for him, feelings that should not have been especially after yesterday.

You could swear that your corset was getting tighter and tighter before the restlessness took over you completely and you leaned towards Cecily.

“Cece?”

“Yes?”

“Where’s the washroom?”

“Oh, it’s downstairs, two doors left to the first coat room,” she whispered. “Do you want me to come with you?”

You shook your head. “No no, I’ll be right back,” you said and stood up from your seat, then walked out of the box into the hallway. You descended the stairs, trying to breathe through the chaos that was going on in your head and rubbed at your eyes.

Maybe you could just listen to what he had to say. He had said he could explain, so maybe there was in fact an explanation you needed to hear, something to ease this heaviness in your heart, something that will make you see what you couldn’t see before.

Or maybe you were just trying to find excuses.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t even realize you had turned the wrong corner, nor did you realize the faint voices coming from inside the room before you opened the door to see whether it was the washroom.

But nothing could ever prepare you for the scene that greeted you as soon as you did.

The couple who looked to be kissing separated instantly upon hearing the door open and you could recognize the woman, she was the lead singer of the opera; Miss Siena if you weren’t mistaken. You opened your mouth to apologize but the moment your gaze fell upon the man your breath got caught in your throat, the shock hitting you so hard that it made your head spin.

Anthony.

Anthony was kissing Miss Siena.

He looked as shocked as you were, trying to catch his breath and his eyes widened when he saw you standing there, completely frozen. You felt as if your whole body was pinned to the spot, all your muscles locked into each other because of this sudden icy poison shooting through your system, making your mind numb.

“Y/N?”

That right there.

That was what it took for you to snap out of the haze of the shock, hearing your name from his lips. You let out a breath, then spun around to dart into the hallway, not even aware of where you were running to, you just knew that you needed to get away.

You could hear that he had bolted after you but you turned a corner and hid behind a column when his voice echoed through the hallway, calling out your name. Footsteps came closer while you stood still, covering your mouth so that your breathing would be inaudible and he ran into the hallway, then called out for you again before you heard him walk away to another hallway, no doubt still searching for you.

It was only when you couldn’t hear him anymore that the shock, the sorrow, the pain, all at once crashed upon you, knocking the breath out of you. You fell on your knees, a sob escaping from your lips as you clutched at your stomach, struggling to breathe.

This had to be a nightmare.

This whole night was a nightmare, nothing more.

It couldn’t have happened, he couldn’t have—

The image of them kissing shot through your mind like lightning, drawing a whimper out of your throat and you tried to repress the sobs, leaning your palm on the cold marble floor, waiting for the room to stop spinning around you. You counted in your head, shutting your eyes tight before you opened them again, sniffling.

This was just a nightmare.

Any second now you would wake up.

You felt your body push itself off the floor and you tried to find your balance, barely aware of what you were doing before you looked around, then started walking to the stairs. Wiping at your eyes, you climbed up the stairs and made your way to the Avon Box, your whole body moving almost automatically.

This was a nightmare, and you just needed to wait until you woke up and then it would be all fine.

“Are you alright?” Cecily whispered and you nodded, still numb.

“Yes,” you murmured as you sat down to your seat again. Thankfully it was dim enough that Elias or the Duke couldn’t see your face, but it was only when Siena walked into the stage to sing that you felt the pins and needles spread through your body until it reached the back of your neck, raising the hairs there. You were barely aware of covering your mouth with both hands, watching the stage as if you were dazed by the sight, sitting there completely frozen.

There was a movement by the Bridgerton Box, you knew there was, you knew who had just arrived and yet—

No. You couldn’t think about it.

“Y/N,” Cecily said and you turned to her before you wiped at your cheeks again.

“Opera makes me emotional,” you managed to whisper before you sniffled and reached out to touch Elias’s arm to get his attention.

“Yes, Chérie?”

“Can you take me home please?” you rasped out and Cecily looked between you. “I don’t feel well.”

“Do you want me to get the doctor?” Elias asked, his eyes searching your face and you shook your head.

“I can’t—please, I can’t be here.”

Elias looked like he had a thousand questions but he managed to control himself as he helped you stand up from the seat.

“I’m just going to take her home,” Elias explained in a whisper to the Duke and Pierre frowned but Cecily said something to him, then she stood up as well.

“I’m coming too.”

“Cecily, you don’t have to—”

“I’m not leaving you like this, come on,” she said as Hugh stood up, no doubt to chaperone Cecily as you all walked out of the box into the hallway, then went downstairs.

“What happened?” Elias asked and you sniffled, desperately trying to calm yourself down at least until you were out of everyone’s sight in the safety of your bedroom.

“Fresh air will help,” Hugh said softly, as if trying to console you and you wiped at your eyes.

“Do you want me to get you some water?” Cecily asked and you shook your head, but before you could eve say anything, a voice you recognized way too well reached you.

“Y/N!”

Why on earth was it taking you so long to wake up?

You didn’t even mean it. It was as if your body had moved on its own accord when you turned your head to look at him, tears blurring your vision.

“It’s Lady Y/N to you Anth—” Elias stopped talking when you took a step back, heaving a shaky sigh. You could almost see the wheels in Elias’s head as he looked between you and Anthony before turning to him with fire burning in his gaze.

“…What did you do?”

“Anthony, don’t.” Benedict and Simon entered the hallway but he looked almost deaf to them, deaf to everyone but you and him as he took a step towards you.

“Y/N please—please listen to me, I saw you with Allard and—”

“What the fuck did you do?” Elias snapped as a sob escaped from you and in a second, chaos erupted through the hallway. Elias lunged at Anthony to punch him in the face, making Cecily and Hugh rush to him while Anthony pushed Elias back, still trying to get to you but Simon grabbed at Elias while Benedict pulled Anthony back.

“Anthony, walk away!”

“Elias, come on—”

“We’re in public!”

“Elias!” Simon said as he tried to lunge at Anthony again and Simon shoved him back right before Cecily got in between them, making Elias instantly take a step back so as not to hurt her.

“Get your sister home,” Simon said through his teeth. “I will handle this, get her out of here.”

Elias shook his head and took a look at Anthony who was still trying to get out of Benedict’s grip, clearly not aware of his bloodied lip split by Elias’s punch.

“Benedict, let go of me!”

“This is not over, do you hear me?” Elias growled before he and Cecily made their way to you and he cupped your face.

“Are you alright?”

You shook your head, tears escaping from your eyes and Cecily entwined her fingers with yours before pulling you to the exit, Hugh and Elias following you suit. Elias helped you into the carriage before helping Cecily as well, and got in with Hugh before the carriage started moving.

“Y/N?” Cecily wrapped an arm around you and you sniffled, wiping at your eyes before turning to her.

“I don’t understand.”

“Don’t understand what?”

“I’m not waking up,” you managed to say through frozen lips, making Cecily and Elias exchange glances. “Why am I not waking up?”

It was only when you got home and Cecily helped you into your bed that you realized this wasn’t a nightmare. That this had happened, that you had actually seen it, that Anthony had…

He had kissed Siena.

“I want to go home,” you had managed to say the moment you entered the Duke’s house and Elias had squeezed your hand.

“You are home, sister.”

“I’m not,” your whisper was almost inaudible. “I’m not. I want my mother and I want to go home.”

You had no idea how long you cried, you just knew that it lasted until midnight, judging by the voices in the house and outside. Cecily was right beside you on the bed, holding you tight until the sobs exhausted your whole body.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked after hours and you sniffled, a terrible headache making its way through your skull, starting from around your eyes.

“Do you think he calls her my siren as well?”

“Who?”

“Anthony.”

A look of realization crossed Cecily’s eyes before she clenched her teeth.

“You saw him with another?”

“That singer.”

She heaved a sigh, then rubbed at your arm in an assuring manner.

“It’s going to be alright.”

“He doesn’t love me, Cece,” A sob climbed up your throat as you wiped at your eyes. “He doesn’t. I thought he did but…I’m unlovable I think.”

“Don’t say that!” Cecily told you. “Never say that. He has no heart, that has nothing to do with you—” she was cut off when someone knocked on the door, then opened it. Elias stole a look at Cecily before smiling at you, then came to sit beside you while you laid there, your tears slipping from your eyes to your pillow.

“There’s my beautiful sister,” he said, wiping at your tears before caressing your hair. “Do you need anything?”

You shook your head, his bruised knuckles gathering your attention before you sniffled again.

“I will have the maids bring in tea, it’ll calm you down,” he said. “You will feel better when you wake up tomorrow, I swear to you.”

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, then looked up at him.

“Do you think it can kill someone?” your voice didn’t even sound like it belonged to you and Elias frowned.

“What, dearest?”

“Heartbreak.”

Elias closed his eyes for a moment before opening them, gritting his teeth.

“Please don’t talk like that,” he said slowly. “Please. I couldn’t bear imagining it.”

“But I feel like I’m dying,” you whispered as he wiped your tears again.

“You’re not,” he said. “I know it hurts, I swear to God I do but it will get better. First love is always hard, but the pain won’t last forever.”

You kept quiet, that dull pain sinking heavier and heavier in your chest and Elias pressed a kiss on your forehead.

“I just have something I need to do, but I will be back, alright? Try to get some sleep, for me?”

“I’ll be with her,” Cecily said and Elias offered her a small smile before kissing the back of her hand, then walking out of the room. He closed the door behind him and you heaved a shaky sigh, rubbing at your chest as if it could help you ease the pain.

“I’ve changed my mind,” you rasped out while Cecily played with your hair in an attempt to calm you down. “My mother was right, so was Elias. So was everyone.”

She squeezed at your hand and heaved a sigh. “Let’s not talk of it,” she said, her voice soft. “You should try to get some rest, alright? It will make you feel better.”

A sob climbed up your throat and you shook your head.

“I want it gone.”

“Want what gone?”

“Love,” you managed to say, your voice a mere whisper. “I want love gone.”

Chapter 22

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Prologue Previous

Come Down That Tree! (An aftermare story)

Chapter special: Dream’s takeover!

HEY! YOU, YEAH YOU! I’m taking over this chapter, xoxo. Dream.

“Hello there~

You may know me as Dream! Or maybe “one of the guardians of feelings”? “The positive one”? “The ultimate helper around town”?

I’ve been called many things: “Dreamcatcher”, “Sunray”, “hey you”, “Princess Sunshine”, “strong bony guy”…

And my favorite, I do not get to hear it often, “brother” or “twin”!

Because I am a brother and a twin to the other known guardian of feelings (yes we’re two on the job), the very purple-clothed Nightmare!

Well, if you’re from around here, you probably already know that?

Oooor maybe you’re from far away and still new to this?

Let me tell you a bit about me, this village and my other half!

I should start at the beginning.

You see, Night’ and me? We were fully aware of our duty right after our creation. Our mother barely had time to whisper the story before she fully fused with the tree we now guard! Why did she do that? It’s a bit of a gruesome tale, let’s leave that for now…

So, we twins, were borned spirits, bodiless and so full of the apples’ energy (the tree of feelings is an apple tree, isn’t that funny? Why not a cherry tree? I like cherries a lot…), acquired our body in the form of a skeleton monster’s shape and got released into the world!

I learned later that babies aren’t supposed to already know how to walk and talk and had to wait a few years sometimes to be as tall as we started our lives as. But then, it was just the way it was. We aren’t built quite the same as others.

We’re guardians.

We met the first villagers five years later (or so Nightmare says, I was bad at numbers then) and it was a whole experience.

They approached us very carefully, asking permission to settle down down the hill, promising they wouldn’t touch our treasure and would show us things we never saw before.

They offered us food and clothes and stories and many other things we did not know the use of. You see, our inane vocabulary stopped at what our mother knew about and even then, we lacked any true understanding (and genuine interest) about most stuff we grew up without.

I was very wary of these men back then and let my twin do aaaall the talk. So more useless words spoken, incredibly worthless compared to shouts of delight running through the long grass, compared to the low song of the stars twinkling high and compared to the earable pressure of one hand in another when the sun rises…

I despised those men. They were loud, foreign and constantly disrupting the peace of the forest nearby. But Nightmare was fascinated…and kept reaching out, delighted by the new knowledge he could gain from chatting with some and in his new favorite toys, books.

So I reached out as well, once the first children came around. I appreciated having new friends to run around and learning new games was nice. The beginning was slightly bumpy when I realized none were that interested in the games I enjoyed before meeting them.

But despite that, they somehow grew on me fast.

I liked that period. The villagers started to bow less and dropped the formal titles the kids didn’t wait to ditch. I played all day, sometimes with Nighty, sometimes without him, and when the sun set, we’d cuddle against the tree, my twin reading aloud a story book and I’d always fall asleep right through it, dreaming of half tales (when our mother wouldn’t lurk around my sleepy mind).

Books really always were my brother’s thing, isn’t it?

Thankfully, nobody snitched on the fact yet I’m still awful at reading anything more complicated than market panels… Nightmare would never let me leave without running me through horrible classes once again.

I’m not study-smart, ok?

The switch in attitude happened somewhere between the second and third wave of travelers joining the rapidly expanding I think.

I didn’t notice anything. One day, we would happily run together around half-built houses… The very next, we started walking very different paths.

I was always running down the streets and he always stayed put at the tree, claiming reading was more interesting or that he would go later.

I didn’t notice how fast we drifted away. I never really knew if something somehow got between us or just if that was the fate of two brothers with divergent interests…

Ugh, maybe that void where a strong connection had once been was one of the reasons I had such a miserable phase of experimenting things with people they claimed would “make me happy” but we’re… not talking about that!

At this point, you might start to wonder why I’m telling you all this?

I just wanted to talk about something with you that happened recently in my life, in our life, that I have mixed feelings about and I believe some context was needed!

And that conversation stays between us! I trust you.

So…

A season ago or so (I never said I got that much better at numbers, do not look at me like that), I dragged a homeless unconscious guy back home.

Now, it doesn’t sound very good, said like that, but how can someone fall on what looks fairly similar to your build, all passed out on the dirt and not think “I must drag him to my tree?”

I know I’m right, now next thing.

I’m an hospitable guy so when I see no one is going to give a stray a home downtown, of course I tell him he can put his butt in my spot of grass!

I didn’t really take into account that allowing a stranger in our home would upset Nightmare and, that, maybe is at least part my fault for dumping that poor guy here…

I think, however, that Geno was a needed change in our life.

Maybe a dangerous change, teetering along the line of good and bad ideas each day something happened…

But despite the fear and confusion after those few “accidents”, I can’t deny Nightmare’s true smile, I missed him.

I’m worried however.

No amount of aweing at surprising them sleeping close or sharing stupidly sweet moments can take away the fact, the village’s atmosphere is more… sour than usual.

Especially since the last (bad) event!

Last verflor festival, I went with Nightmare in the village with the objective of making the most of the day and sweeping some flowers to redecorate our mother’s scar. It didn’t go as planned.

I lost Nightmare in the crowd when I got swept away by the music and the playful offers of dance by the local children.

Maybe the fact I got used to waltzing alone around there is the main reason it took me so long to notice the devastating absence. Or that old couple dominating the place with their dance was that good.

Regardless of the reason, I let go of his hand and wandered alone.

In fact, while I was a smidge anxious when I noticed… I thought he’d be fine and that he’d probably just go back to the tree first!

That maybe he’d pout at me for leaving him and after some banter, we’d tell our day to Geno and all!

That’s not what happened.

And you know that, don’t you?

I searched around for a moment but I kept getting robbed into activities or helping (something that strangely did not happen when I was still holding Night’s hand).

The sun was already down before I managed to flee back home, energy buzzing at the thought of finding my missing brother).

I was right about one thing.

I did find him here.

Small and shaky, curled up in Geno’s arms.

I was welcomed by a hard glare from our guest and cruel silence.

They both refused to tell me what happened and I didn’t insist.

I felt guilty enough like that.

It’s been some time since then.

Things are more or less back to normal.

I’m not stupid however…

And I do not like the dots I’m starting to connect.”

End of chapter 18... Go to chapter 19?

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Geno!Sans belongs to @/loverofpiggies Nightmare, Dream and dreamtale belong to @/jokublog

#aftermare #come down that tree!#chapter 18 #special chapter #wooooooooo I hope you enjoyed the lil' special pov chapy!#I'll admit this chapter was supposed to be funny and light-hearted #here what I wrote down on my plan at the beginning for the chapter: ''18D-special chapter- tell lot of stuff about how the 2 are lovebirds'#but boy... is worried #so sweet got cut for that #that was so fun to write however #happy april's fools btw :D

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➳ 012. Jeongin in his Iron Man era

The day of Asahi’s birthday

Changbin’s p.o.v.

“Why did you drag me in this store, Han?” I asked when we entered the “Heroes & Co”.

“They have the action figure of Thor! The limited edition one and I absolutely need it!” He said walking towards the ‘Avengers’ section.

“And you?” I asked to Jeongin who was with us.

“I just wanted a comic” he said.

“And why couldn’t Minho hyung, accompany you?” I asked.

“He has a test tomorrow and he needs to study” Han said, before I lost him in the section we were.

“Sometime I think you’re more mature than him” I said to Jeongin, who was trying an Iron Man mask.

“What?” He said.

“Never mind”

“Guys I found this!” Han came back to us with…A crying child in his arms.

“You kindnapped a child?!” Jeongin said.

“I want to help him!” Han said.

“I-I lost my mommy” he said finally opening his eyes, he looked at me in the eyes and pointed his little hands towards me so I picked him up and he stopped crying.

“Well, now I’m offended, tsk” Han said picking the Thor action figure he wanted from the shelf.

“Should we make an announcement?” Jeongin said.

“Yeah I think so” I said “what’s your name baby?” I asked.

“Asahi!” He said smiling “Mommy said that it’s because I make her happy like the sun!”

“Doesn’t Asahi mean something like sunshine in Japanese?” Jeongin said.

“Can you tell me your mommy’s name?” I asked.

“Her name is mommy!” He said with a smile, this isn’t going to be easy right?

“Then do you know your daddy’s name?”

“I’ve never seen my daddy” he said.

“Oh” Han said.

“But I know his name! But mommy said to Lixie that it’s a secret so I don’t know” he said looking at the Captain America plushie he had in his hands.

“You can trust me” I said with a smile.

“I trust you! His name is Chan…bin…Bins…Changbin!” He said with a smile.

“Eh?” I said.

“There must surely be another Changbin, don’t worry hyung” Jeongin said.

“Yeah, you’re right…Then, Asahi, how about we go and find your mommy?” I said.

“Like the superheroes?” He said with sparkling eyes.

“Exactly, like Captain America!”

“Yay!” He said hugging me at my neck, I positioned him on my shoulders but I was still holding him from his little legs.

“Tell me if you see your mommy, okay?”

“Yes!” He said with a smile.

“You could be an incredible dad, hyung” Han said. Only if it’s Yn’s child.

While we were walking I saw Yn against some shelfs in tears while Felix was trying to comfort her.

“Mommy!” Asahi said starting to move too much on my shoulders so I picked him up and put him on the floor, he immediately started running towards…Yn.

“What the fuck?” Han and Jeongin said at the same time.

“Asahi!” Yn said falling on her knees and hugging the little boy “oh my God, my baby…Are you okay? Did something happen? Did you fall? Are you hurt anywhere? Mommy’s so sorry baby, I was just talking with Lixie and when I didn’t saw you…I- oh my god” she said giving the kid many kisses on his cheeks.

“C’mon Yn, we’ve found him, don’t need to cry anymore…I’ll go and tell the others, okay?” Felix said.

“Yeah” Yn said and Felix left the section without recognized us.

“This man helped me find you mommy!” Asahi said pointing at me.

“Thank you-“ she said and for the first time that day she looked at me “Changbin?”

“Hey Yn” I said awkwardly.

“Changbin? Your name is Changbin? Are you my daddy?” The little boy asked me.

“Y-You should ask your mommy” I said.

“Mommy? Is he my daddy?”

“He…He is” she said looking down at her shoes.

“What?” I whispered.

“Daddy! I’ve found you” Asahi said hugging my legs.

“I-I think you guys may need some alone time, yeah, we’re leaving, bye” Jeongin said.

“Changbin is a dilf?” Han said while Jeongin was dragging him away.

“I think we should talk about this somewhere else” Yn said.

“Yeah I think so too” I said “but first, let me buy this little man his plushie” I said picking the child up, he really was my replica.

“Y-You don’t need to” she said.

“He’s my son, isn’t him?” I said smiling.

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Traversing Teyvat

Chapter 2: Ridicule, Reality and Retribution

Synopsis: First day in Mondstadt. Your in game senses start to kick in.

Authors note: I wanted to cover the mechanics in the world and also plan out how the reader might have skills and stuff. Will type out a post for explanations for the world mechanic of this SAGAU and also highlight loopholes and stuff. Wrote this impulsively at 1am. Hope you enjoy it. Feel free to ask and clarify any doubts regarding the readers skills.

Warnings: Slight cussing, slight spoilers for Diluc and Kaeya lore, I dont know what else I should warn about. Lemme know in the comments or asks.

Masterlist

The sun rises pretty quickly in Mondstadt. Maybe it’s because of the good air quality and the constant movement of clouds.Maybe it's because of the fact that the sky is actually not real, like how a certain someone mentioned in the game. We can never be too sure. But one thing was sure. It was a pain in the a**.

After a wonderful meal in Good Hunter Last night, you were shown into a corridor behind the door, which was behind the front desk. Yes, the front desk, which glitches now and then. The corridor was musky and cosy. It had a row of six doors on each side, and you were given the one closest to the windows. Your room consisted of an extremely cosy bed, a study desk, and a chest of drawers to keep your stuff... If you had any in the first place. Thanking Katheryne, who had led you to your room, you turned to the bed and crashed. If you had known that such a wonderful place was being rented out for free in your home country, you would have thrown away your godforsaken apartment eons ago. You slept a dreamless sleep. only to be woken up by the sun. At 5 in the morning

You woke up and headed to the bathroom, which was, surprisingly, really modern and convenient, while you were expecting a mediaeval stone toilet or something worse. Freshened with the help of the decent toiletries provided, you changed into the clothes provided in the adventurer’s care package which Katheryne provided the day before. It was exactly your size and after wearing the attire, you looked into the mirror. The shirt was the same as what Dr. Livingstone wore, but it was full sleeved. The pants and rest of the attire were similar to a KoF uniform. You even got a hood, which was straight up snatched from the treasure hoarders.

"They even provided gloves..wow," you said, as you took a closer look at the list which was enclosed in the package. Though none of the items matched, you were satisfied with any clothing that was given as long as it was not soggy PJ’s.

The floating screen popped up again. The clothing option was pulsating. You tapped it and it showed a line of messages similar to the ones that appear when you collect boss drops.

Obtained dandelion casual top x1

Obtained hoarding cloak x1

Obtained sprinting knight armour x1

Obtained black dandelion pants x1

Obtained gloves x2

You clicked on the dandelion top. It expanded the inventory. "This is highly unnecessary. What are we in? A Ramp walk? " Scoffing, you scrolled down the long description only to be taken aback by the stats it showed at the bottom.

‘A simple top that allows blending with the locals of Mondstadt. It has a chance of camouflage for 30 minutes, which avoids recognition within the region of Mondstadt. Has an internal cool down of 15 minutes. Adds more efficiency to e skill.’

" E skill, I don’t have an e skill. I am not the traveller nor do I have a vision, "you muttered.

You took a good look at the surroundings to check whether you missed a skill button. There weren’t any. After a good half an hour of reading through the description, you were now confident that you might survive the wilds of Monstadt or were hoping to survive.

Quickly flinging the care package into the chest, you locked up your room and met with Katheryne at the front desk.

"Good morning, Katheryne. Got any commissions for me? " You greeted her.

"Ad Astra Abyssosque,Yes indeed. There is a Cryo lawchurl in the area near the base of Dragonspine. It looks like you are suited for it. Shall I write you up? " She smiled without breaking eye contact.

" what now?"

"A Cryo lawchurl."

"Is the reward any good?"

"This is just an act of social service. There will be no reward."She replied.

After a moment of silence as you stood stunned at the ridiculous first time commission you received, she had the audacity to giggle.

" I am merely pulling your leg. Those are S-rated and will be handled by vision holders. Did you really think that I would request you to do such a ridiculous commission? " She hid her mouth as she chuckled.

Well yes. This is the damned city that asked the traveller to fight a dragon on the first day.

" Sara of the Good Hunter wants you to deliver a parcel to a certain individual in Springvale. You may collect the item from her. If you require a map I will hand you one. She requested you, especially as she had taken an interest in you after you complimented her sweet Madames in a way never done before." She smiled.

Memories come flooding in of your meal the previous night. You cried as you cut through the sweet Madame and thanked her with every mouthful. Not your fond memory.

Shuddering, you rejected for the map offer saying that you prefer asking the locals for direction since you wanted to "explore the area".

You sprinted to Good hunter and without meeting Sara’s eyes exchanged greetings and collected the parcel. She barely tried to conceal her amusement while talking to you.

The Delivery went smoothly though it took some time to reach the place without teleports which you didn’t have access to currently. It was just eight in the morning and you decided to carry out the plan which you had plotted in your mind while walking the entirety of the road to Springvale.

You were almost reaching the bridge to city Gates. You turned left and walked away.

Gazing at the hillichurl camp below , you thought to yourself. This honestly was the most ridiculous plan you had ever made. The most suicidal ridiculous and worst plan ever made by anyone in Genshin. Maybe other than Bennet’s decisions. Bennet seemed reasonable compared to you. Why? Even reckless pallad was just Pallad in front of you.

Sneaking into a Hillichurl camp to loot a Luxurious Chest so that you could pay off the debt you owed to the Adventurer’s guild may not be the best plan in the book but hey, as long as you needn’t have to depend on loans in a game. The pros: Mora and Exp and maybe even a sword. The cons: A minor fracture which might kill you caused by a Mitachurl’s axe.

And so here you are, somewhere near Springvale and the dawn winery, behind the main structure of the hillichurl camp. All it required was a silent leap from the peak to the camp. The knights boots absorbed the damage and silenced the landing to a small thud. Though the boots absorbed all the damage, your knees buckled causing you to land face first on the ground. Graceful. The scratches on your face started twitching. And yes, the thud was your fault not the boots.

Dusting yourself you collected your thoughts. This was a Stupid decision, not as dumb as downloading the game, but the plan was straight forward. You squeeze through the hole, open the loot, empty it into the inventory, squeeze out and go back to the city unnoticed. Ez.

The gap was surprisingly big, you squeezed through and lo! And behold! The shiny chest stood right before you. Things were going unreasonably smooth.

Shiny and probably made of Silver the chest was probably three foot tall. You crouched and tried to lift the latch. Locked. Excellent, now you might have to fight a realistic Mitachurl. You placed your palm on top of the chest. Mind whirring with alternatives, you didn’t notice the message which appeared on the floating screen before you.

OPEN

The screen pulsated. Your eyes widened. All you did was nod. The silver dome unhinged smacking you on your chin, making an ungodly creak, setting off the battle theme.

Your response was delayed for a moment but thanks to your previous experience of slaughtering hillichurls your fight or flight mode kicked in.

The loot was automatically transferred to your inventory and the screen was constantly ringing with notifications. Didn’t exactly help the situation where now you were facing a hillichurl as tall as you holding a rock. It didn’t growl nor did it throw a rock. A message popped up, ‘NPC CAMOUFLAGE’. This was the dandelion tops’ skill.

That didn’t comfort you. Here you were, unarmed, shaking, and standing in the same pose as the traveller in cutscenes, unfinished Karate hands*.

The hillichurl started moving towards you. That’s it. That’s all. You could see your life flash before your eyes, just because you faced the weakest enemy in Genshin impact. True AR 55 behaviour.

A shockwave of pixels flooded the room. The hillichurl was slammed to roof. The impact broke its mask, causing it to break and turn to dust. The being turned into a pile of dust. The pixels slammed into you at an alarming rate.

" The..E skill?…what the hell..is this the E skill?" You whispered to yourself.

Without wasting a minute, you crawled out of the gap and tiptoed to the nearest bush to make your escape.

BOOM

The ground shuddered. You looked back to the source of sound. A piercing screech cut through the wind. Flames engulfed the camp, reducing it to ashes. Even the chest started to ashen. Your heart was beating in your throat. There was only one individual capable of this in Mondstadt. The one who had mastered the art of violence. One who could summon a twelve foot phoenix that caused destruction wherever it flew.

Standing in absolute silence, Diluc adjusted his vision in his belt and pulled his gloves. There was no claymore in sight. Realisation dawned you. He didn’t need a weapon to summon the phoenix in real life.

" What the hell.." You gasped. Shit. You covered your mouth and unlike a normal person,didn’t crouch to hide, instead wanted to see the red heads face for an additional minute, while standing.

Your gasp caught his attention and his head whipped to your direction. He merely glanced at you, stared at you for a minute and walked away, disinterested.

Ignoring the dejected feeling in your stomach, you walked back to the City; Rich, exhausted and hungry. You stopped at a tree to pickup a bunch of sunsettia’s for Sara, since you had noticed that she had run out of stock near the juicing counter.

Head empty.Only Diluc. That explained your state currently. Had you not escaped the camp, you would have burnt to ashes along with the rest of the hillichurls. Did Kaeya have to face this Bird of flames, that rainy day?*

A message popped up. The camouflage had timed out.

You entered the City gates and headed straight to Good hunter. Sara greeted you this time with genuine adoration. She must have taken you for a seven year old kid. Her eyes widened in concern when she saw your face ashy, covered in scratches and sweaty.

"That’s nothing. I just had a rough journey back." You laughed nervously, " Here. Sunsettia’s that I picked up on the way to repay your kindness. I noticed that you had run out of stock." You said as you dumped the entire bunch of Sunsettia’s which you were holding in your arms.

Sara gasped "Oh my! These sure are fresh. I..have no words. You didn’t have to. You know what. Lunch is on me. And you my friend are not going to refuse it."

She leaned over and wiped your face with a tissue. " Freshen up and come back in ten minutes. I will get lunch ready..and don’t forget to collect the commission from Katheryne",She winked "Ask her to cough up, the adventurer’s guild is capable enough to pay extra for hard work."

You nodded and jogged back to the Guild’s front desk. Katheryne waved politely. You smiled to yourself, Maybe this reality isn’t too bad.

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