#I'd assume that's not too unusual but beats me

[asleepinawell]

me explaining the rpr rotation: so these are your single swishes and then here are the multi swish swishes and then you can gothify to get cool pink swishes and swish swishes and here's the button I never remember to hit between pulls

#rip soulsow I forget you more than I forget my laundry #I could not tell you the names of about 90% of the abilities in any job #I know what they all do but I remember them by some combo of location + sound effect + button color/picture #I'd assume that's not too unusual but beats me #ffxiv #ffxivmp #mp #me as a tank: time to hit brick wall! #I really do refer to rpr stuff as swishes #friend: did you see the ludicrous bullshit going down in there? #me: no I was minding my own business and swishing #.....posts I wrote in the middle of the night and forgot about and found in my drafts the next day.......

[daltonsluvr]

IN THE COMPANY OF THE STARS

pairing: theodore nott x gn!reader

summary: amongst the peaceful covering of the astronomy tower, you find an unlikely comfort in the presence of none other than theodore nott. (1.2k wc)

authors note: first little drabble to bring me back out of my writers slump - and who better than boyfriend no.1 to do so??

"Is this seat taken?" You turned around at the voice, to see none other than Theodore Nott standing behind you, his hands in his pockets, indicating at the space next to you.

Technically, the seat he wanted wasn't a seat at all. It's a part of the Astronomy Tower floor, of which you were sitting on, your feet dangling over the edge. You had a book in your lap, which had been left long forgotten as you looked ahead of you at the stars which danced upon the night sky. It really was the prettiest place in all of Hogwarts.

Slowly, you shook your head, and he nodded in response, taking a seat beside you. It's strange, you thought to yourself, watching him closely as he too dangled his legs out in front of him. The two of you knew each other from classes and such, yet had only interacted a couple of times, usually to ask for a quill or something along those lines.

You realised then just how weird you must have looked, watching him so intensely, and so you forced your attention back to the landscape around you, focusing on the trees ahead.

A few beats. 1, 2-

"You come here often?" he broke the silence first, turning to look at you. You hadn’t noticed until that moment just how startlingly beautiful his eyes were - dead, but with a softness behind them. It was entrancing, to say the least.

"Yeah," you answered, meeting his eyes. "The stars don't ask too many questions, so they're pretty great company when I need some peace." You hadn't meant for the comment to be funny, yet you watched as a chuckle escaped his lips: a beautiful sound, really.

"Didn't think you'd ever be a quiet person," he half-laughed, his eyes crinkling slightly. "Anyone could hear your voice from a mile off."

"Even the loudest of us need some quiet, sometimes," you responded, shrugging your shoulders, and swinging your feet slightly. "This must be a regular spot for you then, huh, given your notorious 'Mr Silent' status?"

The statement was true - this was the most you had ever heard the boy spoke, to anyone. It was his turn to now shrug, before leaning back on his hands. "You could say that."

You assumed the conversation had reached its natural end, and so you took the book you had on your lap and opened it to the page you'd bookmarked, and began reading.

"Romeo and Juliet?" A voice from next to you read, and you turned once more to see Theodore now reading the cover of the book, raising a brow in your direction. "You read muggle literature?"

"Shakespeare is one of the greats, I'd be stupid not to," you answered. Upon seeing the look on his face, you continued, "Don't tell me you've never read Shakespeare."

He shook his head, and you laughed, endearingly. "You are seriously missing out, Nott. Muggle or not, he's amazing. A real genius."

"Well, talk to me, then," Theodore looked down at you, his eyes piercing through your own. "Tell me about this guy and his books."

"They're plays, really," you started, almost unsure as to whether or not to continue. But he looked at you, almost daring you to continue, and so you did.

It was unusual for you to find someone so interested in talking to you, especially about something as niche as the works of William Shakespeare, but then again, Theodore Nott really wasn't like anyone you'd ever met before.

"-this book was one of the first my mother gave to me, and so its always been my favourite," you finished eventually, your voice growing slightly hoarse from talking so much. "Sorry for talking your ear off."

"No worries," he said in return, sending a small smile your way. "The b-play, certainly sounds interesting."

Looking between him and the book, you reached out to him, book still in your grasp. "Here, take it. To borrow."

He looked at you, almost questioning you with his eyes. "Why?"

"Everyone needs to read Shakespeare at least once in their lives, and I'm guessing none of your friends own any of his works, right?" He shook his head once again, and you shook your own in mock exasperation. "Honestly."

You coaxed him once again until he took the book from your hands, and you watched as he felt the cover of it. "It's a bit battered, because it's the one my mother got me when I was younger. And I have written inside it, so you may want to ignore that as well."

You got up, book officially out of your hands, and you dusted off your robes. Finally ready to go, you made to leave, until he called out your name. You turned around to look back at him.

"Thank you." was all he said, a smile lighting up his features with genuity.

"No problem, Theodore-"

"Theo."

"Theo. No worries, Theo," it was your turn to smile as you turned to leave, leaving the Slytherin boy alone.

— —— — — —

"A boy left this for you." A small first year girl approached you no more than a week later, a box in their arms, which they had outstretched towards you. You were sat by the window in your common room, Transfiguration homework in your lap as you worked through the questions McGonagall had set you.

"Did the boy leave a name?" you questioned, looking cynically at the box in front of you, which you had taken from the girl.

"No, he said you'd know who he is." The girl gave you a small fleeting smile, before skipping off, presumably to go and sit with her friends.

The box was noticeably small, and could be carrying nothing more than a couple of things, you thought to yourself, as you carefully opened it.

As soon as you saw the contents of it, though, a smile spread across your face, and you had no doubts of who the box was from. You had never pegged Theodore Nott to be one for dramatics, so you couldn't understand why he had decided to return your book in a box, but nonetheless you appreciated the sentiment.

You picked up the battered copy, the pages just as beautifully crumpled as before, and you found yourself smiling again. A note lay underneath the book, and you picked it up to read what it said.

The play was great - you clearly have good taste. Shakespeare truly is one of the greats. Astronomy tower at 8? — T.N.

Delicately folding the note and putting it in your robe pocket, you took back the copy of Romeo & Juliet in your hands, and began to flip through the pages.

His chicken scratch handwriting tattooed the pages - not overlapping the actual text or your writing, but still written as nearly as he could in numerous corners of the book.

You laughed as you read through a few of them, most of which were his sardonic comments about Romeo's idiocy, and in turn Juliet's naivety.

Eventually closing the book, you set it aside, and smiled to yourself. You weren't exactly sure how you'd found a friend in Theodore Nott, but you were certainly glad that you had.

#daltonsluvr #imagines #multifandom #multifandom imagines #harry potter #x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott imagine #theo nott #theodore nott oneshot #imagine #writing #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter oneshot #hogwarts #hp #lorenzo zurzolo

[luckycharms1701]

Lucky I write down potential asks in my notes and literally just scribbled this today so the fact hur open now is a wild coincidence and also ily /p have a great night !!! Drink fluids !!

The set up premise might be.. different? so ignore if inspiration doesn't tickle ur scrote but I am a person who eats spicy food on a daily basis and if it's painful enough it can look like a damn sexual experience(panting, sweating, flushed face, gr/moaning(in pain), whines, milk spills, the works). I can see bay Mikey doing some kind of prank or dare without knowing what would stir within until suddenly ur being dragged off to his bedroom trading one heat for another-

I'd hoped this was just about blurbish length and that I make sense ;-; (I am so nervous about sending request asks in I am ill)

(-gornack but anon cuz if i sound nonsensical I don't want the embarrassment of having my account attached)

^ how i felt reading this ask

there is nothing to be embarrassed about here!!

sorry for the fade to black but hope you enjoy anyway!

It takes exactly three wings for you to realize that you’ve made a mistake. You pause when the heat hits your tongue, and that is another mistake. You swallow without tasting anything and look at Mikey’s expectant face with a shaky smile. “No problem!” You give him a thumbs up, hoping he’ll ignore the increasing redness you can feel in your face.

When Mikey came to you, begging to recreate those videos he was obsessed with where people eat progressively spicier food, you knew this would happen. You knew. But one look into those tearful puppy dog eyes and you folded faster than wet cardboard. Now you (and your relatively low spice tolerance) find yourself wishing that you weren’t head over heels for him.

“Yes!” Mikey cheers with his hands in the air, and all the pain you are about to endure is immediately worth it. Damn him. You look back down at the remainder of the wing in your hand and both dread and determination run through your veins. Well, mama didn’t raise no quitter. You bring the little bomb to your mouth and eat the rest of it, trying and failing to keep the sauce off your lips. Shit.

You nibble on some bread to help with the heat, saving the milk for later when you’re truly suffering. Your fingers tap along to the beat of the music Mikey put on as you look for the next spicy little enemy. Instead of offering you the next saucy wing, Mikey is staring. At your lips, specifically. You touch them hesitantly. They feel a little inflamed but dry. “Did I miss some sauce or something?” Mikey shakes his head with an unusually (even for him) loud “No! You’re fine.” You shrug and reach for the wing he offers you.

Sweat forms on your brow before the heat hits, and you brace yourself just in time. A breathy “oh” leaves your parted lips as the heat rolls through your mouth like thunder. You give in and reach for the milk as the heat crests, gulping a little too quickly and spilling some. When the teasing you expect from your best friend doesn’t manifest, you try to contain your panting and look up to find him once again staring at your mouth. “Okay, I know what’s up with me, but what’s up with you?” You reach up and swipe at the line of milk dribbling down your chin with your thumb, and Mikey visibly swallows.

“N-nothing, angel. Just wondering if you’re still up for this. You look… heated.” You groan loudly at what you assume is a very bad pun, holding out your hand for the next torture device. The heat in your mouth is now at an alarmingly high steady burn, but you are trying to ignore that in favor of getting through this ordeal.

“Hit me, Michelangelo.” He mutters something under his breath that you can’t hear over the music, and you study him as he hands you the next wing. He is twitchy, eyes dark as he watches your fingers wrap around the meat. Wondering why Mikey is acting so weird is a good distraction from the pain in your mouth, so you continue to observe him as you raise the fifth wing to your mouth.

It seems almost like Mikey is the one on the spot, you muse as you chew, with the way he can’t sit still. He’s looking everywhere except at you now, fingers tapping agitatedly on the can of Orange Crush in between his hands on the table. Then the heat hits you like a brick wall, and there is no room in your head for anything except the stinging pain. Tears fill your eyes as you whimper.

Mikey’s chair scraping across the floor startles you as you chug some milk, and you spill some again. Your whimper turns into a groan as more milk dribbles down your chin. How embarrassing. The milk pools in your hand as you try in vain to keep it from getting everywhere.

“Okay, that’s it!”

Before you can process what’s happening beyond the fire raging in your mouth, Mikey rounds the table and picks you up. You stutter his name, hands flailing, beyond bewildered. He ignores you and beelines for his room, squeezing you firmly against his plastron.The door closes with an ominous snick, and you brace yourself, still panting from the heat of the wings. The tension leaves you though, as Mikey tosses you on the bed and shows you exactly why he was acting so weird. Oh. Ohhhhh. OH.

~~~

head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic @writinandcrying @xnorthstar3x @morenovix218 @donniesgirlie @gornackeaterofworlds

#in case anyone is wondering #when mikey is muttering he says 'oh i'll /hit you/ alright. hit you with my dick' #you're welcome 😙 #i had a lot of fun writing this! very tongue in cheek that's my favorite #also thank you for the well wishes i am happy to be back uvu #i've said it before and i'll say it again: i LOVE getting requests PLEASE send them to me #zero need to be anxious i get giddy whenever one comes in #talking tag #writing tag #bayverse mikey #bayverse mikey x reader #tmnt

[aldbooks]

It’s not part of the prompt but could you make a something where elain, feyre, and nest a are talking. They talk about her rejecting the mating bond and elain says “who says I want to reject it?” and they have a conversation about that

"Who says I want to reject it?"

—-

Elian's face was turned up, catching the last rays of sun on the restaurant overlooking the Sidra when she realized her sisters had been silent a little too long. Keeping her face towards the sun, she glanced at them from the corner of her eye. Feyre and Nesta were staring at each other, expressions fluctuating and heads bobbing in a way that told her they were having a silent conversation.

When she saw Feyre lift her brows and tilt her head in Elian's direction, she knew they were talking about her.

"Out with it," she said, still facing the setting sun. Her sisters startled, jumping slightly in their seats.

"What do you mean?" Feyre said, a little too quickly.

A indelicate snort left her. "You two clearly brought me here for a reason. I assume there's something you wish to discuss without your mates overhearing. So, out with it."

Another glance shared between them. Nesta gave a significant look and Feyre cleared her throat. "Er, well... we jus-"

"You know you can reject the mating bond right?" Nesta plunged in, cutting Feyre off. "You don't have to accept it. If you don't want him and have no interest in him you can reject the bond and never see him again."

Feyre nodded along with their sister’s words. "Yes, Rhys and I will support you. We can make sure he never bothers you again, wether he decides to stay on as our emissary or not."

Elain blinked, finally turning away from the sunset to stare at them for a beat. "Who said I wanted to reject it?"

Both of her sisters opened their mouths to speak before her words registered. Feyre reeled back slightly, frowning while Nesta seemed frozen to the spot. Her head tilted to the side like a cat, cold eyes watching her calculatingly.

"I-". Feyre shook her head, gathering her wits again. "We just wanted you to know you had a choice."

"I know," she said plainly. "I've always known that. It was one of the first things I looked into after the war."

Another exchanged glance. "But you haven't?" Nesta asked, as though confirming.

"No."

"Why?" She asked, frank as ever.

Elain sighed, turning to face her sisters fully. "Am I not allowed to take some time to fully consider a decision I may never be able to reverse?" She asked. "We're fae now, our lives are a lot longer than they were before. That's a long time to regret a decision."

Her sisters frowned, considering her words.

"Let me ask you this; why didn't you reject the bond?" Twin blinks of non comprehension. "Neither of you exactly had auspicious starts to your relationships. Rhys was your enemy, as far as you knew. And you and Cassian clashed like opponents on a battlefield from the start. Goodness Feyre, you were with another man when you and Rhys met."

"I loved him," Feyre shrugged helplessly. "By the time I found out about the bond it was too late for me to give him up. I couldn't. My heart no longer belonged to me anymore."

Nesta nodded slowly. "Same. Cassian made it impossible not to love him. He'd crawled under my skin, and I knew I'd never get him out again. I panicked when I finally felt the bond snap but even as I was running from him, I knew it was useless. He was mine as surely as I was his."

Both Feyre and Elain stared at the unusually tender words from their elder sister. Nesta was not usually prone to sharing her feelings. The fact that she was now showed how much the two of them had been considering the bond in preparation for this little chat.

"Exactly," Elain said after a moment. "You were both given time to adjust to your mate, to grow to love them before the bond was thrust on you. For Lucien and I... neither one of us saw it coming. Suddenly, we were bound to a stranger, someone we knew nothing about... still know nothing about..."

Feyre gave her a look and Elain cut her off before she could start. "I know, it's partially my fault, I haven't been very welcoming, but it's not as though he's tried all that hard either. He only visits a handful of times a year."

"Because he knows his presence makes you uncomfortable," Feyre said. "He keeps his distance and only comes when invited so he doesn't scare you off, but he's been waiting for you to give him a sign either way. If you showed interest, he'd be more inclined to stay, and if you sent him off, I'm sure he'd never come again. It's not as though there's anything else keeping him tied here."

"You're his friend," she argued.

Feyre shrugged. "A friendship that benefits me far more than him, I promise you. And one that could be easily maintained through regular correspondence and the occasional visit, just as it is now."

"More beneficial to you?" Nesta raised a derisive brow. "Your mate pays his salary."

"Yes," she agreed. "Which he earns. But if I've learned anything about Lucien over the years it's that he could work for any court he wanted to, except perhaps his home court. At least until Eris takes over, and I'm sure he'd be welcomed home with open arms if for no other reason than to have access to his brother's vast connections and knowledge of other courts. Even Tam, as bitter as he is would gladly allow Lucien to return and continue running his court for him."

Feyre settled back in her seat, turning the full force of her gaze on Elain as she sipped her wine. "Lucien is not without friends. He's handsome, charming and intelligent. Universally liked and respected as far as I've ever heard. He could find a position in any court he liked and not face the scrutiny and judgment he does by working for Rhysand. He only stays because he's hoping you'll give him a chance to find out if this bond could work for the two of you."

"Well it would help if you all weren't constantly monitoring us like naughty children every time he's here," Elain snapped, snatching up her own glass and draining the dark liquid.

Both Feyre and Nesta looked offended. Once again she cut them off before they could argue. "Oh, don't even. You," she pointed at Nesta. "Watch him like a hawk, intervening before he gets too close. And you," she looked at Feyre. "Won't allow us a moment alone as though you think he'd abscond with me as soon as he had the chance."

Feyre winced slightly while Nesta didn't even blink at the accusation.

"I get my cues from you, you know?" Elain told her younger sister. "The rest of you have the advantage of me in that you actually know him, while I rely on your opinion to form my own. None of you behave as though you trust him, therefore, I do not."

Now, her sister looked chastened.

"How am I to determine the course of the rest of my now very long life if I do not have accurate information, nor the space to decide for myself?"

Her sisters exchanged another glance, this one a bit longer and she knew they were speaking mind to mind again. "What do you want from us?" Feyre asked.

Elain sighed. "I want you to stop treating him like a criminal, and me like a child. I want you to give me the space to get to know him in my own way, in my own time, without anyone pressuring me to make a decision."

One last exchanged glance and small nods. "Okay."

#elucien #elain x lucien #elain and lucien #lucien x elain #lucien and elain

[tsuki-sennin]

It's a two-for-one special, folks! ...and it has nothing to do with the fact that I neglected my Pretty Cure watching the week before, nuh-uh!

Besides, 14 episodes minus 13 episodes is equal to like... 1 episode, right? This should count as 1 episode altogether~!

I'm pretty late for tonight since I already had dinner. Fast food. Not particularly good for you, but you make sacrifices for convenience, you know? Besides, a bit of Chinken Nunget does a man good!

Spoilers, I guess... con carne~! And uh... this might be a bit long, so...

Episode 13, dig in!

-Amane Get!

-What the hecc, two?

-Oh, twins. Yuan and Mitsuki. ...quite an unusual combination of names.

-I uh... very nearly assumed something I probably shouldn't have.

-Oh hi, Takumi-kun! I look forward to your increased relevance, Mr. "I'm prominent as hell in the opening!"

-"Does that gay dude summon monsters like a duelist?"

-Oh, epic, curry!

-Fishermen.

-Aw, dammit, that means both Takumi and Yui's hot moms aren't available!

-...though then again, both of their dads are pretty good lookin'...

-Man, traveling the world sounds wonderful...

-Don't embarrass your son about this, An!

-Boy, what kinda stiff-ass office chair is that?

-Ah, he's goin' for a while, huh?

-Ohhhh, Monpei! He's got a name card and everything, he must be important!

-Ohhhhhhhh, shoot!

-So, the Delicioustone has much more to it than.

-You're the chosen one, Taco Meat!

-Oh, you gotta look good for your Dad, huh man?

-Oh c'mon, Dad! Not you too!

-Oh... your name's Hikaru too, huh?

-Kome-Kome's taken

-Instant food. ...damn, that's wonderful... man...

-Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh

-Good thing I was raised by a single mom, otherwise I'd be personally disgusted on Takumi's behalf.

-Guess Takumi's walkin' around in the dark.

-Ohhhh, romance lore!

-Ooooooh, delicious~!

-...wait, he's four years younger than you!?

-Damn.

-OH GOD SHE WAS HIS BOSS TOO AGH

-Oh, he's got Organization coat.

-...WAIT

-Delicioustone, randomly showing u

-Oh I got it now, Rosemary's Monpei's brother, and thus Takumi's uncle! I'm calling it now! You can't beat me, Toei! I'm way too smart for this show made for young girls!

-Oh, that sucks, huh Yui-pyon?

-"Holy shit, I fucking love rice."

-C'mon buddy, say it!

-Aw... Yone...

-Whitebait rice~!

-Missed opportunity to call it the Radiopeppi.

-Yeah, you assholes have fun with that!

-Pretty boy going around dressed like an asshole.

-"Ugh... gross. People having fun."

-Man, he's just a proper bastard, huh?

-"Ah fuck, my fitbit's going off. I need to do my daily violence!"

-Ohhhhhhh, shit

-Yeah, I get it fully now. Ending businesses, erasing memories... the Bundoru Gang are real bastards.

-Aaaaand, off she goes.

-Narcistoru. Coolest Phantom Ever.

-"What a waste of his looks" PAMU M N

-You petty-ass bitch

-"Hah. Okay!"

-"C'mon! Motto Ubau-zo!"

-I can respect the flourish, at least.

-Go for it, Takumi!

-Oh wow, this went on a bit. Uh... not that I didn't expect it too, but

-Well, it's definitely way stronger now. With a cognomen like "Motto", I imagine it would be.

-Jesus Christ, that bastard microwave is speedy. ...is it a microwave, or like some kinda weird toaster oven?

-Ohhhhh, there he is!

-Aaaaand the babbies are free

-Well, I hope you're not so suspicious of Rosemary now.

-...not gonna show me your Delicioustone drip, huh buddy? I've been saving my thoughts on it until I see it in action! I promise I won't make fun of you!

-Well, no preview! Jumping straight into Episode 14!

-...Episode 14!

-Ah, I guess we're shelving the first dozen episodes' Grandma intro?

-Love's first taste~! Truly bittersweet...

-Heeeeey, look at you, Takumi!

-Rosemary takes great pride.

-...yeah, the opening's really a vibe. I

-Takumicchi! Can I call ya Takumicchi? Yeah, you've got a litte lady friend!

-"Good job! Gay Uncle Mari's proud of you!"

-Tomoe, huh?

-Salt and pepper...

-"Uhhhh , yeah, ketchup and mayo!"

-Pepper Man.

-Weeeeeell... that manner of conviction is admirable. You should probably get to know somebody a bit more before springing a question like that on them, though.

-"Egg."

-He didn't even get a chance lol

-Oh man,

-S

-SHE RAISED HER FUCKING FINGER AND QUOTED HER GRANDMA

-YUI NAGOMI

-FUKKIN TENDO

-I can't make any more jokes about Grandma Tendou. They fuckin' beat me!

-Those cheap bastards!

-No, I don't give a crap about Takumicchi's girl problems anymore, the joke has been run into the ground and I'm sad!

-Good for you, Ran-Ran.

-"Eat."

-Sweet. Sour. Fizzy. Refreshing. Melting.

-The innumerable

-Oh... Rosemary-san... I see...

-"Yeah, you wanna fuckin' eat that shit, huh Secretoru?"

-Bittersweet.

-Man, these two...

-There you are, Takumicchi!

-Ohhhh, he's serious.

-About the delicate subject of love, that is~!

-"WHAT MANNER OF PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE IS THIS?!"

-"Aaaaaah, young love~! How delightfully tempestuous and confusing~!"

-"Wow!"

-"Fuit gummy!"

-Ohhhhhh, there she is!

-Your sassy gay uncle is now besties with Sans Undertale.

-Ah, love's like that, eh Takumicchi?

-Amane Kasai will be just fine.

-"Ohhhh, goddammit, I can't believe I'm doing this..."

-Ohhh, egg pasta...

-The way it's presented here... I think I'd like to have it with a splash of hotsauce and Parmesan.

-Recibepis

-Memory Massacring!

-Hora!

-It's a... panini press? Mmm...

-Let's go, Takumicchi!

-...I just realized that I don't have an awful lot to say about Kokone this time around. ...uhhh, she's pretty kino. I'd love to see Spicy gets to something super cool sometime soon.

-Steampressed!

-Yeaaaah, good job, Spicy! Ask and ye shall receive.

-Mmmmmm... grilled sandwiches...

-Sammich...

-Hell yeah, Spicy, press that bitch!

-Shit's al dente!

-Steamed Rice.

-Is it he? Can he be?

-Oh trust me Mem-Mem, if you hit that panini press, the fight'd be over in seconds.

-Ohhhh there he is!

-Cinnamon~!

-Black Pepper!

-Black Pepper! ...a fairly simple design, to be sure, but damn do you make it work! I really like how antithetical it is to the Bundoru Gang.

-Seeing dudes do stuff in Pretty Cure's never not gonna be unappreciated.

-Punch.

-Yep, we won pretty handily.

-...soooooo, are we gonna keep this secret, Pepper Boy?

-Cook Fighter!

-"I respectfully decline, but I hope we can enjoy a long and fruitful friendship regardless."

-Real Chad move.

-The taste of first love is truly bittersweet. Let it out, Tomoe-chan. You got this.

-Man.

-Good work today, everybody! I realize this is a pretty long one, but hopefully we all had some fun!

-I can only imagine where we're going with the developments we've seen tonight.

-Pic-a-nic~!

-Ahhhhh, Kokone~! Hooray, Kokone focus~! I'm pleased as punch about this! Looking forward to Saturday~! ...for real this time, I promise.

#if you receive a little kindness give them a large serving! #depapre #precure #delicious party precure #delicious party pretty cure #pretty cure

[limitlessgojo]

Blood Bound: Unyielding

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Graphic Depictions of Blood and Violence, Death, Gore, Japanese Mythical Folklore, No Major Character Death, Slight Horror, War, NSFW!!!

Previous Chapter: Hearth

Next Chapter: TBA

Word Count: 4.27k

Tags: Kamo Noritoshi x Reader, Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

Notes: Minors DNI as usual with my NSFW chapters. This can be skipped. It’s 4000 words of shameless action, so enjoy reading~

Chapter 22 (NSFW): Melting

After retiring in your room, both you and Noritoshi took your respective showers before getting into bed.

You talked about the different Jujutsu techniques you encountered in the war. The night of the demon parade was so unique and yet timeless. Apart from the fact that it was a night of life and death, you still learned a lot. And you had to analyze it to improve.

He smiled as he listened to you, loving the fact that you were back by his side. 

"Toshi are you listening?" 

"Hmmm?" He snapped to attention after finding himself twirling your hair between his fingers. He was more focused on the smell of your bath soaps than your conversation. "Yes love?"

You stared at him before pinching his nose and pulling him to you. "Ow! I'm sorry, yes I'm listening." You felt yourself crack a smile. "You're not. But that's okay." You hummed and settled into his chest, yawning. 

You dozed off for a bit against him, not noticing the way he watched you. 

Noritoshi always kept his deepest desires to himself. He quietly does his work and plans out for the future. But having an experience and bond like this for you was so unusual that sometimes, he doesn’t know how to properly express himself to you.

Does he even do enough to show his love? For several weeks, he was plagued about the recent duties he had back at his household, that he ended up neglecting you for a bit. He does regret not being open enough, but he thought that the bond would make his feelings for you clear with time.

‘It was short-sided of me to assume she will know the way I feel. I can’t let this bond mess up the natural course every relationship goes through.’ He thought. His fingers ran through some strands of your hair, before he pushed them away from your face. ‘Ironic. The very bond that links us and lets us share emotions makes us overconfident in our perception of each other. This lack of communication won’t do.’

Noritoshi shook you awake. 

“Hmmm?”

“I don’t think I’ve made myself clear enough. But I just wanted you to know, I love you so much. I honestly don’t think you understand just how much I’d give for you to be safe and happy.” Noritoshi looked unusually nervous and more serious than usual. 

He was pretty straightforward most of the time, but he wasn’t the type to say these out of nowhere.

Your mouth fell open and silence ensued for a bit, before you followed up with a meek, “I love you too Toshi. You know I’d give my life for you right?”

A soft sigh escaped his lips. “I know. I want you to know that I feel the same and more.”

“More?” 

“Do you want to know how I truly feel,” He spoke so softly, it was barely a whisper. “Right here.” He took your hand in his and pressed the palm against his chest. You felt the heartbeat thundering under your hand.

The heart that beats soul and life into the man you love. The blood that protects the both of you with the best of his abilities. 

You tilted your head, patiently waiting in his warm and comfortable silence.

"It’s not just love. Obsession. It was utter madness without having you by my side. I never want to go through that again."

He pressed in closer against your body, "You could ask me to kill anyone where they stand and I would do it with no hesitation. If anyone tried to do anything to you, I'd absolutely lose my mind. I've never felt this way with another before. And yet at times you act so ignorant of my feelings. I'd die for you and you don't seem to know it."

Your breath hitched in your throat. His eyes flashed, catching the smallest of movements.

“I’m sorry. Again. I’m so sorry I hurt and left you without talking to you properly.” Your lips quivered. It was something you’d hold against yourself for the rest of your life. Fighting over a silly misunderstanding. But Noritoshi shook his head, “You had the right to be confused. I already forgave you for that.”

Noritoshi picked up your wrist and stared at the glowing Phoenix. No matter how many times he has watched your marks glow in unison, it’s something he can never get tired of. He presses a kiss into it and continues speaking against your skin, making you tremble.

"My body still has the instinct to save you. I don't know if it's because we share emotions, but everytime you're in danger, I just want to keep you away. I know you can handle it, but I can't help it. That moment when you faced that nine tailed fox the other night, I just wished I could have been more helpful. I wish I was strong enough so that you wouldn’t even have to lift a finger. I want to be your equal in the battlefield."

You couldn't say anything in reply. Your throat felt so dry.

He felt slightly victorious seeing you at a loss for words. It felt good to open up to you. To make you feel the heaviness that he felt. It’s something that bothered him once, but now he just wants to drag you deeper inside the chaos in his head. It was so messed up, but he knew somehow that you’d understand.

His eyes glinted darkly, "So this relationship? Between us? I'd love for it to be a life thing. I don't want there to be any doubts. I can actually hear your thoughts in your head. I just wanted to really make it clear. It's you and me, okay?"

You nodded in a trance, whimpering a small okay. You felt him kiss the side of your face. Your neck. Everywhere.

"That's my good girl." You visibly preened at his praise, and Noritoshi eyed you knowingly.

He pulled you in for a kiss, lips moving gently against yours, tongue leaving small kitten licks over your lower lip before he bit and sucked on it. You melted against his body. 

"I love you. I love you. I love you, my heart. You're more than just half of me. All of you is mine." He put a heavy emphasis on every word, not just saying it for the sake of it. He meant it, and you knew it.

You shivered in delight, nodding. "I'm yours as long as you're all mine." You whispered. "I love you too, Noritoshi."

"Yours. I'm all yours. Promise. No one else compares." He mouthed against your lips, feeling your body quiver with each praise he utters. His hands running up and down your back. You were chest to chest now, so close to each other that you could hear his heartbeat. 

It was getting too heated too fast, so you pulled back to blurt the thoughts in your mind.

"Noritoshi, if you feel that way, then I have to also be honest. I feel greedy. For you and your love. To the point that I get jealous and I overthink too much, I’m sorry. Is that selfish of me?" You whispered, feeling scared.

He took your hand and squeezed it, "You can have all of me. It’s fine to be greedy. They say love is patient and kind. But this sort of obsession… it's okay if it's only with me." He said desperately.

“It has always been only you.” Your words were filled with so much adoration and love, that Noritoshi felt his world come to a halt at this very moment, seeing that galaxy bloom deep inside your eyes. He can hear a ringing in his ears.

You watched as he moved to lay on top of you with his arms on either side of your head.

Noritoshi grit his teeth. His body was screaming at him to just ravish you. His body was burning with a feverish heat. His skin felt too tight and hot all over, especially in his lower regions.

It took all of his self-control to hold back the tide of lust that was rising higher and higher within him, threatening to overwhelm everything.

“Toshi?” You patted the side of his torso in concern. The veins against his neck were so prominent, and he seemed to have a hard time breathing.

“Love. I’m at my limit.” He admitted, eyes shut tightly. “I know, it’s not ideal right now. We are both still recovering from our injuries, and if I do anything to you right now, I won’t be able to hold myself back.” 

He knows that it will be anything but gentle and loving. The only thing Noritoshi can see behind his eyelids is him fucking you into oblivion with everything he has to offer. 

“The past few weeks were terrible without you. I really really want to hold you now.” His voice shook towards the end of his statement.

“It’s okay.” His eyes snapped open at the sound of your voice. You looked so sure of yourself at this moment. “Whatever you want to give me, I’ll take it. I want you so much. I want all of you inside me. Now.”

He stared at you, then slowly backed away. It was like being doused with an ice cold bucket of water. 

Noritoshi thought he’d lose control, but hearing you actually brought sanity back into him. His self control snapping back into place as he ignored his throbbing length down below.

Because your words reminded him that you were a million times more impulsive than he is. And if he won’t be the voice of reason at this moment, there would be none at all.

“No.” The words were out of his mouth before he could think.

Your face scrunched up, but he hurriedly cupped your face in his hands and whispered as soothingly as he could, “I mean, I’ll give you what our bodies will allow for now. But no hard sex. No penetration. Okay?”

But you paid no heed to his words, taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking on it. He rubbed the spit over your lips after pulling it out of your mouth with a pop. “Please make love to me Toshi. I want you inside of me. Please.”

"Fuck! You’re not making this easier." His entire frame tensed as soon as he felt your leg press against his hardening length. You looked up at him with an innocent gaze as you rubbed the front of your leg harder against it. 

He growled and held you down by the shoulders. He knew your weak spot was at the junction where your throat met your collarbones, so he sucked as hard as he could and your back curved up, limbs falling flat against the bed.

“N-no faairr” you half whined half slurred as you fell back in pleasure. 

“All is fair in love and war.” He crooned as he licked up the edges of your neck. “I’ll let you have it some other day. But not now. Not tonight.”

You closed your eyes as he murmured praises again and again into your skin. “You’re perfect. I don’t need anyone else. I’m not leaving you. I love you and will take care of you. Don’t worry about anything else.” 

He was reducing you to a puddle of mush and feelings. Overwhelmed by the affection, thoughts of needing him inside you melted away as he undressed you.

His hands were so careful, handling you gently while making sure to watch out for your bandaged wounds. Some faded battle scars littered on your body.  

You lifted your hips as he pulled off your panties, leaving you completely bare. The cold air hitting your privates. 

You immediately squeaked in concern. The lights were still on. You turned and crawled to your bedside table and hit the switch, making everything go black.

“Sweetheart, are you shy?” Noritoshi’s teasing voice cut through the darkness. You switched on the soft night light beside the bed, warming up the room with its glow. “A bit.”

You felt a kiss on your butt cheek. Noritoshi bit into it and played with it, before grabbing you by the waist. He dragged you back to the center of the bed, not forgetting to put a pillow below your head.

You whined and covered your face with your hands as he spread your legs wide open, positioning himself in between. He stared at your entrance, already soaking wet and flushed such a lovely pink.

Noritoshi slowly lowered his head, mouth salivating. All he knew right then was that he was going to ravish you and eat you alive.

Your eyes widened when you realized what he was doing. 

"It's dirty, Toshi no!" You covered your private area with your hands. He just hummed and kissed your fingers, tongue sticking out to lick them one by one. He sucked them into his mouth and swirled his tongue around them.

"Toshi…"

"I want to taste you. Your body isn't dirty, it's erotic and beautiful. Is that still a no?" He looked up at you with pleading eyes. 

Your mouth hung open. This man really. He was acting as though it would be doing him a favor rather than you.

You slowly removed your hands, watching as Noritoshi kissed your inner thighs first. He rubbed and stroked your legs until he felt your body fully relax into the bed.

He paused, waiting as you nodded at him before leaning down, eyes never leaving your face as he licked a fat stripe up your pussy. “Look at me. Don’t take your eyes off me.”

It was not a plea. It was an order.

You shook violently as he set to eating you out, eyes still pinned on yours. You felt exposed this way, as if he was watching every miniscule movement and reaction you made.

His tongue lapped its way up to the bundle of nerves above your opening. Coaxing so much of your slick out, before lapping it up and spitting then swirling his tongue over your clit. 

He changed his pace frequently, slow and languid wet strokes, then flicking his tongue rapidly for a moment, nearly bringing you to your peak, before slowing down again. 

You groaned at his teasing. He knew where he had you and it was almost frustrating.

His fingers reached up, toying with your clit, rubbing it and applying pressure as he buried his face into your privates and latched onto your opening. His eyes darkened upon hearing your gasps and whimpers.

He closed his eyes as his tongue pushed into you. Feeling the wet muscle wriggle against your walls, you started leaking more fluid. 

Noritoshi felt drunk off of your taste and smell. It was both sweet and salty, with a musk that he was starving for. He eagerly sucked, slurped, stretched your insides, before spitting on your pussy then doing it all again. 

It was sloppy. It was messy. It was everything you ever wanted, hidden in your deepest desires. 

A smirk appeared on Noritoshi’s face. This bastard felt everything through your soulmate bond, you realized with a sudden jolt.

A warm hand reached out to press your stomach back down into the sheets. Not too heavy in case you wanted to stop, but stable and firm.

Your own mouth started watering as you watched him enjoy you. Hear him moan and groan as if he was having such an exquisite meal. Did you taste that good?

The wet squelching and squishy sounds did nothing to help tame the embarrassment that was finally slowly ebbing away.

And soon enough you were turned into a drooling mess. The searing heat between your legs easily spreads across your body. Your legs felt weak and your arms felt sluggish as Noritoshi buried his face further into your wetness, chest heaving and mouth furiously working.

He didn’t let up even as you tangled your fingers in his locks and gave weak tugs. His hands had travelled up the expanse of your body, before settling on your breasts. Squeezing them, tugging your nipples, fingers pinching and flicking where he could.

You couldn't control your body anymore. With your reflexes moving against your will. Your thighs tightened around Noritoshi's head and he got the cue to move his tongue faster.

You felt a finger slip in. Then another. 

His thick calloused fingers stretched and pushed and pulled. They went in far deeper than your own fingers can and easily pushed against your sweet spot. 

More fingers slipped inside of you, until four fingers were stretching and exploring your walls. Noritoshi didn't want to draw it out for too long, so soon enough you were crying as his fingers slammed in and out of you at a rapid pace.

"Your voice is so sweet, love. Music to my ears."

You didn't realize how sore your throat felt from all the moans escaping your lips until he pointed it out. Hell, you didn’t even know you were moaning at all in the first place. 

He didn't give you anymore time to think as he brought you to your orgasm, his mouth sucking hard on your clit. Your back formed into a curved arc, trying to push up further against him.

Noritoshi held the sides of your hips with both hands as he tried to drink in all the slick that came out of you. The man didn’t even bat an eye at the way you shook in his hold. 

You collapsed back onto the bed with a loud whine, chest heaving with sweat as you relaxed into the aftermath. 

Noritoshi remained kneeling, watching you watch him as he licked his lips. The lower half of his face was wet with your slick, but the post-orgasm haze didn’t let you feel too embarrassed. “Did it feel good?”

“Yes” you replied breathily, sitting up and reaching for him. "Let me repay you. An eye for an eye, right?"

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to,” you cut him short. You watched his Adam’s apple contract as he swallowed before nodding.  

Noritoshi could feel his heartbeat thundering in his ears. He could barely move as you fought to strip him of his pajamas.

You took a deep inhale as you ran down your hands along his chest and abdominal muscles.

"You really love my body."

"Yeah damn right I do." You looked up at him hungrily, finally finding your voice once more. "I never told you what my ideal type was yet huh?" You helped pull his underwear off and set it aside. 

Noritoshi watched you hungrily as you crawled into his lap.

"Do enlighten me." He challenged you while reaching up to thumb your nipples and caress your breasts. 

"Dark sleepy eyes." You pressed a kiss against his eyelids. "Black hair." You pulled at his front bangs and pressed a kiss into that.

"Big hands." You pulled his wrist and pressed a kiss onto the centre of his palm. A beat. "Abs and pecs." Noritoshi stares as you trailed kisses and kitten licks down his front. 

From his neck, to his abs, and down down to his length. "And my favorite. A pretty, big cock." You smiled and nosed into his member. 

"Don't tell me you told Todo all that?!" He looked shaken at the thought. You snorted. "I told him all except the last one." You smiled, looking satisfied with yourself. 

Noritoshi’s eyes softened. This time you pushed him to sit and lean against the headboard, pillows fluffed up behind him.

“You comfy?” you asked.

“I always am if you’re here.” And to think you initially thought this man was intimidating.

His eyes followed your movements, watching as you settled between his legs this time.

The both of you looked down at his rod, standing stiff and straight. To Noritoshi’s credit, he didn’t look too shy or embarrassed, as he was the first time you both played around.

“You don’t have to-”

You cut him off by bending down wrapping your hand around it. Hot and pulsing. The tip of his member was an angry red. 

It twitched as you carefully held it and slowly started pumping. You could barely wrap your hand around it. But still your mouth watered at the thought of having his length inside your mouth. 

You pressed a kiss to the tip. Licking up and down like it was a popsicle stick, before taking the head into your mouth. It could barely fit to be honest. 

Noritoshi didn’t seem to care, his face flushed as he took in your image. You on all fours, bent over for his cock. 

He groaned as you used your hands to rub and twist the length that you couldn't fit into your hand. You gathered spit, pooled it into your mouth and let it drip down Noritoshi's length. 

Like a suction, you moved your mouth down the sides while spitting on it. You felt Noritoshi pause. "Have you ever done this before? It feels too good."

"I watch porn babe." He choked at that. "Don't act like you're innocent Toshi. You’re obviously not, especially when you’re with me." You continued sucking him and gripped him tighter. 

He tried to muffle his moans, watching as you mewled at the taste of his precum. It was actually sweet and his cock itself didn't taste like anything much. 

You whimpered and whined around his cock, looking up with teary eyes as you tried to swallow as much of it as you can. His chest was shiny with sweat, heaving with the energy to push back his incoming orgasm.

“Don’t-” He started, but you cupped his balls and let a low vibrating moan. Seeing his back curve inwards was delightful.

You swallowed more of him until you choked on his member, the tip hitting the back of your throat. You pulled back, mouth wide open with saliva falling out of your mouth. A whine escaped his lips. The sound was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard.

And you set your mind to making him cum. Hard. You swallowed around his length once more.

"Mmmmm" you quieted down your moans as you hollowed out your cheeks to suck him in deeper. "Fuck" Noritoshi threw his head back and gasped out. "You're going to make me, hahhh-" he trailed off as you bobbed your head hard and fast, trying to swallow as much of him as you could while tears fell down your cheeks.

Your wrist strained as you twisted your hand and pumped him hard and fast. You could feel his muscles tightening underneath your body, itching to cum. You squeezed his balls, enjoying how the man was falling apart in your hands. 

His length was twitching. It had definitely grown much bigger as you continued stroking him. 

He was close.

So you pulled back, leaving your mouth open as he came groaning your name. 

Spurts of cum trailed in your mouth and you sucked gently on the head of his cock, making sure to catch as much cum in your mouth as you could.

His whines were really so pretty, they gave you gooseflesh. You could listen to him be like that all day.

After his orgasm died down, you turned to him, carefully crawling up while he moved to lay flat against the sheets. 

Your bare body pressed against his. Chest to chest. His arms came up to rest against your waist, hands trailing up and down your back and ass.

You opened your mouth to show him the cum inside. His eyes widened. "Do you need to spit it" He stopped as you closed your mouth and swallowed. 

You stared at each other for a moment, before you cheekily smiled, "Thanks for the meal Toshi," and leaned forward to kiss him. 

He growled at you, shoving his tongue inside your mouth to taste himself before withdrawing. 

Both of your hands wandered downwards and it wasn’t long until he was four fingers back inside of you, knuckle deep, pistoning and thrusting wildly. Your hands squeezed and pulled at his length messily, still wet with your saliva and his cum dripping down its length. 

You threw a leg over his side, trying to get his hand to go further inside of you. Noritoshi quickly got the hint and shoved his hand in deeper, trying to press and rub against your favorite spot.

He latched onto your breasts, despite knowing that you'll probably be whining about how swollen your nipples are. He still bit as many love marks as he could. 

You both ended up coming into each other’s hands. Noritoshi spurted all over your body and legs. It felt this good and it was only his hand that he used. Your head swam with thoughts of having his cock inside of you.

You sleepily smiled up at him.

He studied your blissed out figure as you tried to move towards him. A question lingered in his eyes.

You couldn’t even muster any energy to reply. Just a weak nod, for who knows what even. But your other half understood.

Noritoshi cleaned you both up in your bathroom. He carried you to and fro the bedroom and made sure to dress you warmly.

He kissed you on the forehead before pulling the blankets over the both of you and held you close. Watching as you drifted off into dreamland in his arms.

‘It’s time,’ he thought to himself in the dark, ‘I need to bring you to see my family. And I’m not letting go of you ever again.’

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shooting star | n.jm

Summary: You take a pen, resting your cheeks on your palms as you lazily think of words to write — now and then, you lock gazes with Jaemin and you pretend that the red in your cheeks is just of the cold.

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The rooftop is big, but it feels a little crowded.

The addition of people is not bad, you think, especially since those people make your friends happy. By tradition, you welcome the New Year in this rooftop, playing music and games just like the other days but this time, with more food and... well, New Year stuff — fireworks, things to make noise with. The addition of people is not bad. If you're observant enough, it can even be entertaining.

As an example, if you look close enough, you'll see that Renjun and Jisung have been just friends for too long. That, in the sense of Renjun watching Jisung playfully ride the beat, a smile that tips over the line of finding his carelessness unbearable in a growing-more-in-love kind of way.

He looks lost, maybe even intoxicated in the other's laughter, admiring the way Jeno can make his best friend easily drop his shyness. Renjun looks like he wants to know how. If you look close enough, you'll see the regretful heart behind his faux scowl.

Renjun looks at Jeno and Jisung with longing, the kind you're familiar with. He turns to you, and you avert your gaze a little too late because he's giggling as he walks over to your direction.

"So, you saw me, huh?" He asks, handing you a glass of whatever drink he first laid his hands on, no 'happy new year' or any appropriate first greeting. He leans against the railings and sighs wistfully, "Look, do you ever just fall in love with your best friend's boyfriend?"

"Out of random?"

"You don't fall for people at random." Bewilderment crosses his face, and he turns to you the same time you look at him. You shrug, and he arches a brow, "You let that build up and wait for it to destroy you."

You let that build up — the words echo inside your head as you break eye contact. Right across, Donghyuck pulls away from hugging Jaemin with a bright smile, handing him a gift. Jaemin sets it down, and probably feels your gaze on him because he looks up and beams at you. Red flushes your cheeks. — and wait for it to destroy you.

"Toast to that, I guess," you smile, watching him pretend to judge you and fail. Chenle calls out his name for a picture before they set up the fireworks, and before Renjun detaches himself from you, he bumps the rim of his glass to yours. You sigh.

"To the love we wished deserved and didn't."

Shock engulfs his features, then he laughs and he repeats the words before he leaves. The sudden lack of company feels a little cold.

You look at the candle one of them randomly lit, looking at it in stupor before picking it up. The wax trickles and scorches your skin, but you don't wince like you probably would any other feeling day. You hold onto it firmly until its golden glow is close enough to your hands, warm enough that you could pretend it's about to set you on fire.

All so suddenly Jaemin is beside you, blowing off the flame. You watch at him in question until he smiles.

"That'll burn."

"That's alright," you fake a laugh. "I want for a lot of things to burn."

###

It all starts on a Wednesday, a fine afternoon spent sitting at a cafe, waiting for Donghyuck. Your notebook remains open at your side, empty and waiting to be filled with unabashed emotions. The past eight months were spent uninspired, and you decided to look around the place in search of something — maybe the vintage items, the ivory wallpapers, the beautiful chairs — anything.

Something comes in the form of nervous eyes and flushed cheeks, a boy sitting at the far right of the place. He sits alone, fingers tapping on the table, sunlight grazing his skin. You almost hated how cliche everything had been — a boy, an uninspired poet, hands that so desperately itch to write about faded pink hair and a lost angel.

Your gazes meet, and everything unfolds way too softly for it to not be love at first sight.

At that moment, you knew nothing that good should be real. At that moment, you knew nothing that good could be yours.

You were right.

Donghyuck comes in, and he waves at you excitedly before furrowing his brows. Your best friend had always been adorably one of a kind, but none of his weirdness could have prepared you for when he walks straight to the boy's table, and you were almost certain he caught you two staring at each other and is waiting to set you two up, until he's walking back to your table with the brightest grin, the boy beside him.

Their hands entwined.

"He's my boyfriend!" He squeals, "Oh hell, should've said his name first. He's Jaemin, and he's my boyfriend."

"Oh..." you nodded, hands subtly moving to close your notebook. "Uh. Hi."

They both stand in silence before they start cracking up, inevitably making you smile. You excuse your awkwardness, and Donghyuck introduces you two again, and you shake hands this time. You pretend you don't feel shivers run down your spine.

The day passed in blurs of sugar smiles, a love story, a dull throb in your heart. The poetry being written in your head never got finished.

###

The first time you realize it, the world seems to forget you were even born, Donghyuck's across the world with his parents, and solitude is eating you alive. You find yourself stumbling back to the same rooftop, plucking rose petals with a sad face.

It's probably petty — honestly, it is, but it's not just that. It's not that you wanted gifts, or you wanted attention; you wanted to just feel special, to know that someone is glad that once upon a time on this very day, you were born. To belong. To feel wanted. To be told "Happy Birthday" because you are important and should be celebrated.

And maybe it's also because you grew used to it, waking up to several different ways of saying 'Happy Birthday'. Maybe you were used to midnight greetings, to people forcing you out of bed at 6 am, to eating breakfast and lunch and dinner together. Your home had been so empty and to have your friends fill that gap even just for a day is something you look forward to every year — the mournful feeling is there again.

8 pm glares at you on your lock screen, and it reminds you that you can't do any of that now. You tip your head back and let your back hit the floor. Maybe if you look hard enough, you'll see a shooting star and it'll give you a little something.

"What're you doing?"

You look up, surprised but not alarmed. Jaemin's soft smile greets your sight.

"I'm laying down and waiting for a comet to strike me."

The sound of his camera constantly breaks the static, and you realize that he'd been taking pictures of the nightlife. He makes a noise that tells you he isn't convinced with your answer, but you don't entertain him anymore. You just watch him take as many polaroids as he can, and you laugh because suddenly, the only thoughts in your mind becomes 'pretty, pretty, pretty'.

You force a laugh, "It's my birthday."

"Is today your birthday!? Nobody told me!"

"It's not important. I mean, who celebrates birthdays these days, righ— Hey!" The familiar snap sounds again and you stand up from where you're laying down, ready to hit him, but then he gives you the film. You look at his hands and back up, "What's this?"

"My gift." He shrugs as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. You take the picture from his hands, hesitant but relieved that it seemed to look nice, anyway. Jaemin smiles, "It's the image of an angel."

The world stops.

It's ridiculous and cheesy, even he knew that; the two of you laugh uncontrollably. It wasn't the kind of laughter that fades after a minute, but rather the kind that stops for a while only to start up again. The sound grows louder with each passing moment, and your eyes meet, but you don't stop until you both become embarrassed enough to blush; neither of you look away.

 Maybe you are in love.

Maybe you are in love, and maybe he is too — except this time, it's not with Donghyuck, who it should be.

###

"It's you I meet again," Jaemin chimes. "What's up, buttercup? What are you doing here, a coffee shop, at 3 am?"

You look around the cafe, the tables empty. You briefly wonder about when Jaemin started working here before you realize you're unnecessarily curious. You press your lips into a thin line, looking for someone.

"I'd like to assume you already know." Your forehead creased when you noticed the unusual absence, "Where's my favorite boy?"

"Am I not your favorite boy?"

Jaemin pouts, and heaven, how it made your heart skip. You blink, spending the moment in silence, waiting for him to give up. "You are, indeed, not my favorite boy," You smile sweetly. "Where's Renjun?"

"I'm here because he's not. Do I seem like I work here? I was drinking coffee before he passed me an apron and left."

You roll your eyes, a poor attempt at keeping in the words of agreement — you kind of do, you look pretty, I could write so much about you — and you pretend to want nothing but get your drink. It takes an eternity before he lets you go, but once he does, you get comfortable on a table and whip out your notebook.

You look down on the first page, tracing the neatly written words — a confession if anybody who knows you gets to read it. A confession more than a dedication.

To the boy I shouldn't have loved.

The very same shooting star who gifted me a lifetime of heartbreak.

You heave a heavy sigh. You take a pen, resting your cheeks on your palms as you lazily think of words to write — now and then, you lock gazes with Jaemin and you pretend that the red in your cheeks is just of the cold. From that moment, every word you write is either about lights so bright you don't forget how beautiful he was under them, or something so strong it erases every trace of him from your system.

Jaemin leaves the counter and takes the chair across you. You look at him in confusion.

"I don't think you can do that?"

"I just did so I suppose, I can definitely do that." He smiles brightly. "So, what're we doing?"

You eye your notebook before quickly closing it, and then your half-finished cup of coffee. It's still dark outside with only some cars and people passing by, none of them interested in coming inside the cozy place. You say something about just being about to leave, and you look at him as if to say whatever's inside your head. Then, you stand up and walk away.

"Stay," he whispers, light enough that you'd think you weren't supposed to hear.

You swallow the lump in your throat when you feel his hand wrap around your wrist, cold against warm, and you don't have to look at his face to know of the begging stare he has directed for you at the moment. You try to look away but you feel weak, so weak that you could only manage a thin, shivering voice.

"Let me go."

"I can't."

Then don't, the voice in your head whispers, the selfish one; the greedy one, the desperate one. In reality, you close your eyes and tug your hands back because what's wrong is wrong, and what's wrong can never be right.

###

The rain clouds come one of the many times Jaemin asks for you to accompany him, and the storm looms darker above you with each genuine 'yes'.

The way this set up started had been pretty simple — hanging out together as friends, getting closer for Donghyuck's comfort; best friend-boyfriend bonding as he called it. For a while, it was everything. It's just your best friend trying to get you to trust his boyfriend, getting to know each other, and that's all — that's the truth.

It was friendship until it wasn't, and that was the truth until it was not anymore.

The night was peaceful so you didn't expect anything to go wrong, but expectations aren't always accurate. The sea looks calm, the moon brighter than all the other days. Jaemin's playing a somber song, something magical that just fits right for him and bittersweet love. His eyelashes flutter in a way gentle enough to drive you crazy, his perfume mingling with the cold night sea breeze, and it's too much that it drives you insane.

"What's wrong?" He asks as if he already knows the answer. "You're not telling me something."

It's been three months and a year since you and Jaemin started hanging out alone, and the swirling guilt in your gut is unnecessary because you're not even doing anything wrong.

It's the fleeting moments, you think, those lingering touches whenever you try to take from him the keys — "I'll drive," you'd whisper when you see yet again that look. Jaemin would smile, "What, scared I'll crash? I'm not stupid." — and when he doesn't give them, you sigh heavily with a hopeful look in your eyes. "Where to?" You'd ask even if you didn't care, and he would let himself forget the world as he opens the door for you, whispering words only a dreamer would say: "Stars."

And maybe it's where everything goes wrong. He shouldn't dream much for hopeless cases.

"Hey, shooting star," you call. He arches a brow at the nickname, but you ignore him. "Do you love me?"

"Would you hate me if I do?"

"You're dating my best friend, so of course, fuck you." You chuckle, shaking your head. "I hate myself more, so don't take it personally."

You meet his gaze, and the world shifts yet again just like at that moment in the coffee shop — angel boy, uninspired poet. He looked at you the same way he did weeks ago at the New Year's Party, that in the way his eyes are saying so many words for him to not be in love with you. Except now, he's much closer. Except now, in the confinements of his car, nobody to witness but the sea and the stars, he's leaning in and his breath is tickling your skin.

Except now, he's about to kiss you and you're not stopping him.

I can't, the rational part of you whispered. You say that you can't, but you're almost always on the edge of something and you're brave enough to consider through the guilt; you hate to admit it but that's the truth. You say that you can't, but at the same time, you don't draw yourself away from him — why?

Because in each and every one of this I can't's is the nasty truth that reads I want to.

You look at the water, and you chase your thoughts out with a dive. Jaemin's lips are still hovering above yours, and maybe if you weren't so numb you'd feel his heartbeat. You want to tear away, you want to run home and make a call and cry a litany of apologies. You want so much. You want so much, but what you want the most at the moment is for him to do what you can't and just kiss you already — you'd rather break yourself than not have this.

You close your eyes and decide that whatever will come tomorrow is something you deserve. You'll break your heart and ruin your world just for a kiss, and he'll leave — but you'll know that for a while he loved you and everything else is forgotten. You choose him and you forget all the consequences.

Just for once, just tonight. Just right now you'll let yourself indulge. Just this time he can have everything.

Right before your lips crash, you catch yourself and swim.

"Would you give me what I want, because you love me?"

Your words come out raspy, your eyes glistening with tears. Jaemin smiles in a manner just as heartbreaking, "What do you want?"

Not him — dear moon, I want him so bad, but I can't — definitely not him.

"I want fire so hot it burns away all the bad thoughts in my head." You suppress a sob as you move away, leaning back on the seat, clutching the fabric of your clothes as if to search for any semblance of sanity. "I want light so bright I forget you."

"What… what?"

You look at him with pure misery, "I think we should stop seeing each other."

Jaemin doesn't reply, but he starts up the car and makes a turn. You close your eyes hoping that everything could just be washed away by the rain, and you don't look at him for the rest of the drive.

###

Never in your life did you even think of living life without your best friend. That just can't happen, and so, why give it a thought, right? You're with him all the time, and he's been there since you can remember, and it wouldn't make sense if one day you wake up and he's all too suddenly not there anymore. You're certain that he's not going anywhere, and even if you're unsure of what the future holds, you aren't so worried.

If you knew, maybe you should have been.

"Hyuck?"

"Are you gonna remind me of the time I almost drowned and you told me you'll kill me if I die?"

"I'm leaving."

The traces of his previous chuckles disappear, and it seems like a movie scene with the way yours bloom tragically as you watch colored lights reflect on his skin. Then, as if sunrise, a slow smile etches on his face. A brief moment of regret and pain crosses his eyes before love overtakes it.

"You don't have to." He murmurs, sight still cast at the sea. Both his hands are tucked in his pockets in such a leisure way, and then he casually peers at you, "You don't have to leave because I'm not mad."

The sea makes the wind blowing even colder, and suddenly, the docks that used to warm you with sunlight feels cold as snow.

He knows... of course, he knows. Donghyuck saw your iridescence from every side and he knew how everything looked by heart; of course, he knew, he's your best friend, after all. Oh, how evil you are. How evil you are for loving the boy who belongs with him. How evil you are that even after that, Donghyuck reaches for your hands and you let him hold you; you let him smile at you sweetly, you let him calm you still.

"How can I even get mad at you? I love you more than anything in this world," he chuckles, and it breaks your heart. "You're my best friend and I'll give Jaemin up if I have to, if that will make you happy."

If that will make you happy... if it will make me happy... why did I do that to you, love? How did I manage to... oh, sweet heavens.

"You're all I need forever," you answer weakly, breathless and breathing all the same in his hug. It's your way of saying no, absolutely no, your sadness would never make me happy. You thank the high heavens that he couldn't see your face and the pain in it when you whisper, "But at the moment, this is what I need. Distance."

The first tear falls from Donghyuck's eyes, and the sudden drizzle of rain washes it off him. You look up to him and see longing, wondering just why it had to be this way, almost begging you you stay. He looked like he's about to send the world away if it meant that you won't have to leave, but the truth burns down to your determination, that he always admired: you have made your mind and there's no stopping you. You know what is best for yourself, and Donghyuck trusts you.

Set yourself free, Donghyuck whispers before he walks home. After that, please come back to me.

###

When you meet Jaemin ten hours before you leave, he's standing at the very same place Donghyuck was the day before. He's wearing a similar jacket, standing in a similar manner, looking just as beautiful against the water. The only thoughts running inside your head is how perfect they are.

"Jaemin."

Not even 'shooting star' anymore.

He turns at the call of his name, and you're still standing on both of your feet, but it feels like diving deep. His skin reflects the very same lights Donghyuck's did, but it looked kind of different — be it red or yellow, white or the shadows; everything looked midnight blue. It feels like standing on a cliff and almost tipping over, eternally almost tipping over and falling into blue nothingness.

Jaemin smiles, not happy but breaking. It makes you hold your breath.

He laughs, "Don't break my heart."

"In the next life." Because it's all that you could have. You return his smile, "I hope I deserve you in the next life."

His laughter rings in your ear, but it doesn't make you laugh at all; instead, it makes you want to sob or scream or just hurt, yet again, to savor the pain because he doesn't want you to but it's all he could give. It feels claustrophobic to align in a way that's everything meeting with your soulmate should be, with someone who's not your soulmate. Or you are indeed soulmates, but not the ones destined to be together like that. Just two wholes that compliment each other but are meant to be torn apart.

"I just said don't break my heart, what did you do?" He tries to crack a joke, walking the last step to be closer to you. He tilts his head in that charming way, "Why did I fall in love with you?"

"Hey, Jaem... you're not. Forget that. Love him." You shake your head, fixing the collar of his shirt, an excuse for one last guiltless touch. Your voice breaks, "He's my best friend. I love him more than the world."

And just as he is to me, I would rather let you go and make him happy, you smiled at yourself. I'd rather you make each other happy.

"I know." he croaks out, a fragile smile on his face. "In the next life?"

You try to imagine a life where Jaemin isn't haunting your thoughts; you can't. For a moment, you fear meeting someone else and not being able to love them because they're not him. You fear that they'd be kinder, softer, gentler than Jaemin and you won't be able to love them back because oh, Jaemin was just right; he was too much but in a way where it's just enough — Jaemin who looks at you like you hold galaxies, Jaemin who would risk the world, Jaemin who is with your best friend. The doomed play goes on and you think again of a life where he isn't what you desperately love, and realize that indeed, hopefully, in the next life.

In the next life, because this love feels right but it's not. In the next life, because it's painful but you'll love him still again and again and again until your stars finally agree.

"In the next life." You nod, fingers clenching on the straps of your bag. You look at the ocean ahead of you, and the lights it reflects, and then you close your eyes as you feel the wind.

"Until then, shooting star."

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[0dirty-deals0]

Can I request hc of the boys' reaction to mc doing the walking in naked tik tok challenge? I'd love it if you add a little bit nsfw to it. Thanks in advance if you decide to write it!! Hope you're doing well!

Brothers react to MC doing the Walk in Naked Challenge:

Warnings: N/S/F/W-ISH CONTENT AHEAD! READER IS GENDER NEUTRAL

Lucifer:

You can hear the record in his hand drop to the floor with a soft metallic thud as he watches you remove your robe in front of him.

You can't help but let out a soft giggle when you see his usual pokerface turn to a flustered look for just a split second. That look is soon replaced with a much darker expression and the smirk he gives you soon make you feel weak in the knees.

"Well, Mc, I knew you were bold but this is a surprise."

You feel your words get stuck at the back of your throat and you feel a chill run down your spine when you hear him chuckle. He approaches you swiftly and covers your D.D.D. camera with his hand before giving you a featherlight teasing kiss that leaves you leaning in for something more.

"Starlight, while I don't mind an audience, I suggest you shut off your D.D.D. quick before I continue."

You do as your told and the moment your phone is placed down somewhere you'll soon forget, you're pulled close to him and pinned down onto his bed. You can't help but let out a small whimper when you feel his breathe so close to your ear.

"Where's that boldness of yours now? It's so adorable how you think you can catch me so offguard like that."

Mammon:

He's speechless the moment he sees you disrobe, you were almost certain you broke him because of how unusually quiet he became.

"Babe, you doing okay?"

You let out a small laugh when all he can do is give a quick and eager nod. You decide to help him out by walking over to him. He's quick to wraps his arms around your waist and rest his head on your bare stomach, letting out a blissful sigh at the feeling of your warm skin against his.

"Speechless?"

"Fuck, treasure. Give a demon a warning, will you? Almost gave me a heart attack."

"Can demons actually get heart attacks?"

"Fuck if I know."

You shudder when you feel him start to kiss lower and lower until he reaches your v-line. Before you're able to shut off your D.D.D. he's quick to stop you.

"No, keep on going."

"B-But, Mammon."

"No use getting flustered now, Mc. You started this, now I want you to record just how greedy I am for you."

Leviathan:

You had to stop yourself from doubling over from laughter the moment he let out a rather loud yelp. His game was left forgotten while he stared at you, still in disbelief that you were currently naked in front of him.

"I- Mc, you're naked," he says with a slight tremble in his voice, his face growing redder with each passing second.

"Mhmm."

"A-and you're recording."

You don't answer his last question and instead choose to walk over to him, kneeling down and resting your cheek on one of his thighs. You give him playful smile and you can hear his breath hitch the moment you do so.

"I was... so close to video calling my teammates," he says as he lets his shaky hands run through your hair.

"Oh?" You can feel him tremble as you let your free hand slide up his leg. "Well then, it's lucky that I caught you at the right time, or else you might have to share me."

"M-Mc," despite his stutter as he says your name, you know that tone in his voice. He hates sharing you with other people, just the thought of it is enough to leave him agitated.

"Say, remember when you said that you wished you could record me so you could remember that I was yours?"

You hand him your D.D.D. and rest your hands at the hem of his pants. Taking the hint, he starts to aim the camera towards you, his body shaking from the excitement he was currently feeling.

"Mc, are you serious-?"

"What do you want me to do, Levi?"

You let out a soft groan as the hand in your hair finally tightens and eggs you on to continue and stop teasing him.

"Please, please show me that you're all mine, Mc."

Satan:

The moment the towel is dropped, there is nothing but a pindrop silence between you two for a while, save for the god awful drama you were watching with him playing in the background.

"... I knew the drama was boring but fuck, Mc."

"It was really that terrible sex scene that egged me on to do this."

He lets out a soft laugh and scoots over to sit on the edge of your bed, he doesn't say anything but his eyes on the otherhand do. You walk over to him and sit yourself on one of his thighs, your free hand wrapping itself around his neck while his own hands rest themselves on your thighs.

"Such a needy little pet you are."

"Not like you'd have it any other way."

A loud gunshot makes you both jump, your moment together momentarily ruined by the actress crying on screen. While your eyes are glued to the screen, Satan's eyes begin to wander to the recording D.D.D. still in your hand. He gets a brilliant idea all of the sudden.

You're flipped onto the bed with ease and your D.D.D. is now in the hands of Satan himself. Feeling shy all of the sudden you try to cover your face but Satan reaches out to stop you from doing so.

"Say, Mc. Do you think I could make you scream loud enough to drown out the tv's sound?" Pinning your hands above your head, he starts to leave teasingly light kisses on your neck that leave you squirming and whimpering for some rougher contact.

"Why don't we star in our own little drama, what do you say, kitten?"

Asmodeus:

He lets out an excited squeal the moment your robes drop to the floor, he's off his bed and striding over to you, hands quickly finding themselves roaming your body.

"Oh! It must be my birthday today if you're being so needy for once," he nuzzles his face into your neck and lets out a content sigh at the warm feeling of your skin. "I'm a bit sad I couldn't pull this stunt on you first, though. Oh, Mc, you naughty, naughty, human."

Your giggles soon turn to breathy moans and whines as his kisses soon turn to hickies and bites. He starts to guide you onto the bed and doesn't let up on the marking, his hands start to make their way onto your chest and you can feel yourself losing your grip on your D.D.D.

"Oh, I didn't even know you were recording!" He helps guide your hands so your shakily aiming the camera towards him.

"Asmo, I-I don't think I can,"

"Shush, Mc, you started it, and I've always dreamed of recording you and me getting busy." His kisses start to go lower and lower until his close to where you want him the most.

"You always drive me crazy, Mc. It's no fair that a human like you can do this to me."

Beelzebub:

Poor guy was so shocked when your towel fell that he dropped the cake he was eating onto your bed, his face turning bright red at the suddeness of it all. You gasped at the mess but didn't have much time to react as you were quickly pulled into a tight hug. You can feel his heart beat fast against your bare skin.

"Beel-"

"It's unfair that you get to look so cute while pulling a trick like that."

You can feel him leaving soft kisses on the top of your head and you start to melt at the soft affection he's giving you.

"You look so sweet too..."

You don't have much time to react as he sweeps you off your feet and lays you onto the bed, kissing you and letting his hands roam all over you. You're rendered out of breathe rather quickly and you're only brought back to reality after feeling something cold come into contact with your stomach.

"What-?"

"It's the cake."

"That fell on my bed?"

He doesn't answer and instead chooses to lick off the cream now coating you, causing you to squeal and squirm at the sensation.

Your D.D.D. is left laying beside you, thankfully shutting itself off after a while, but that's the last thing on your mind as you feel his lips press against yours once more, the sweet taste of the cake now more apparent than before.

"You're so tasty, Mc. It's okay for me to taste a bit more, right?"

Belphegor:

You needed a more physical approach with him since he was usually asleep, and you needed to be careful with your approach as well. You started by kneeling by the edge of your bed, playing with his hair and letting it tickle his face. When he started to turn over onto his back, a sign he gave you when he wanted you to lay on top of him, you instead began to straddle him, resting your ass against his crotch.

He lets out a gasp at the sudden pressure and sleepily begins to wake up, ready to whine and tell you that you're disturbing his nap. His words die quickly in his throat when he sees you letting your robes fall off your shoulders, letting your top half be exposed. This wasn't really the challenge but you still got a kick out of his sleepy yet flustered expression anyway.

"Aren't you just a sly fox...?"

"Subtle teasing doesn't always work on you."

He chuckles and mutters out a, 'Well, that is true' before pulling you down onto the bed to spoon you. He grabs your D.D.D. out of your hand, ignoring your protests, and places it on your nightstand before wrapping both his arms around your waist.

"This feels so nice..."

You let yourself get comfortable in his hold, assuming that the two of you won't go any further than this because of how he seems to relax behind you. You were dead wrong if you thought he wasn't going to get back at you for not only disrupting his sleep but also teasing him like that.

You can feel him start to grind against you and the hands around your waist soon find themselves on your chest, pinching and massaging them. He lets out a low chuckle when you let out a sudden gasp at his administrations.

"Since you had your fun teasing and recording me, I'm sure you don't mind me getting a bit of payback, right Mc?"

Others: Holy fucking shit this took me ages to write because I had no idea how to approach it. I'm so sorry if this is so off topic to the original request! Still, despite being shit at writing smut I had loads of fun with this! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #omnsfw #n/s/f/w

[stardustincarnate]

TOGETHER FOREVER // Asra x Reader

ASRA + A NON-BINARY MC

WORD COUNT: 2541

GENRE: Fluff

Water.

Flowing water, molded into ballerinas, swaying to the slow, dreamy rhythm of a harp, by a skilled magician, surrounded me as I stood in the middle of a vast, colorful oasis. It took me a while before I realized that I was in Asra's gate. How did I end up being there?

The plants sprung to life, engulfing me, filling my vision with a dancing of warm colors that reminded me of him as I closed my eyes. I could feel the phantom of warmth embrace me, and when I opened my eyes, I was greeted with those deep and sincere purple eyes of his.

The world seemed to have slowed down, every action taking some time as if it was to savor the moment. I found myself loosely wrapping my arms around his neck as he caressed my other cheek, and I leaned to the feeling.

I could see Asra's magnificent aura combining with mine, making a beacon of blinding light that went up to the sky.

His tender touch never fails to send me flying over to the moon, both our magic combined as if speaking to one another, my heart reacting to his own.

He pressed his forehead against mine, a blush creeping up his face.

"I love you."

-

With that, I had unfortunately awoken. I yawned, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, soon realizing that Asra was not beside me anymore. The smell of my favorite soup wafted out from the kitchen to the bedroom, causing me to blearily walk towards it. The sleepiness soon ebbed my system once the smell got stronger. Asra wasn't aware that I already woke up, so I sneakily went on to hug him from behind, earning an adorable gasp from him and making me chuckle.

"[MC]? You're awake. Did you have a good sleep?"

I nuzzled his fluffy hair. "Mhm I suppose. I had a really good dream."

"Oh? Why don't you tell me about it."

"We were in your gate. But it didn't look like before.. it was more magical that time. Well, just us doing some romantic things.. Involving magic too!"

Asra let out a chuckle, "Why don't we make it real then?" He turned around, giving me that playful look of his. I grinned. "Ooh, I love the sound of that."

Soon, I found myself being fed by him as we ate our breakfast. Faust kept on squeezing us alternatively. She seemed excited about something.

"[MC], what do you say we go out for a trip today?" Asra asked, wiping off some remaining soup droplets on my chin which I hadn't noticed.

"Where will we go?"

"I thought about bringing you to the magical realms, but then I thought of something better." He casted a wistful look on me. "Let's forget about the realms for the mean time. Let's just explore the city. What do you think?"

"You know I'm up for it! But you'll have to let me take a bath first!" I chuckled.

"Take your time. I won't mind." He playfully winked at me as I headed towards the bathroom.

Some time later, we arrived at the city market. Vesuvians were partially rowdy and quiet. Though some even came stumbling near the two of us, but it was alright. Asra held my hand tightly as I saw him grinning at something— or someone. The market seemed a bit more playful today. Maybe that's why he decided to take me here? The fun in the atmosphere was tangible, especially when I heard the strumming of guitars— and the next moment, all I knew was that Asra and I were dancing in the middle of the street, accompanied by some other couples until the beat had stopped.

It was fun while it lasted. It's as if my body had a mind of its own when I let myself dance to the rhythm. I didn't care about anything else other than the joyous music. I knew what felt right, and it felt right to let myself sway to the rhythm with Asra. Abstract magic bubbled around the two of us. How I love feeling that way.

However, right after the dancing session, the world suddenly dissipated into nothingmess. I was left all alone in a dark, fathomless land where no one seemed to hear me. No Asra... no Faust. I tried to connect to them using my magic, but something was intercepting it. No no, I didn't feel something ominous despite the situation. So what, exactly, was stopping me? I called out to my magic once more, and there I felt a recognizable aura somewhere. Asra's. He was nearby, I could tell, but it's as if he was hiding behind a veil which I didn't know where to find. I was in distress, but then something dawned me.

Asra must've been playing tricks with me. I should've known from the beginning. Ugh, I am so going to get that rascal! I let my magic surround me, and then I was back at the market— but I was alone. If he was pulling a prank on me, I'd give him credits for the effort of making  the crowd disappear too. I clicked my tongue but later on grinned. What kind of prank was it? I got a little excited to know what to see at the end of the tunnel.

"Asraaaaaa!"

I called out for the nth time. I was aimlessly walking that I didn't realize I already bumped to a hulking figure. The smell of Myrrh...

"Muriel! Have you seen my sneaky magician?" 

He looked away as soon as I met his eyes. He didn't reply. He just walked away. I followed him with my eyes but then he stopped his tracks, reluctantly beckoning me to join him. And I did. And I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing. Asra really did execute a massive prank for me because the whole Vesuvia seemed empty of people. I was beginning to get confused when I still didn't see anyone, but when we turned to a corner, leading to which I presume is the docks, an enthralling scenery surprised me.

My fellow Vesuvians were scattered on the side. The middle was empty and I supposed I would be walking there, and I was right. I let out a confused noise when they suddenly started singing all together. Their voices were harmonious that it somehow made my heart feel lighter than it already was. I could spot a few familiar faces.

Selasi, our favorite baker, then came up to me, handing me something. I was surprised that it wasn't bread but a bouquet of my favorite flowers. I thanked him, but before I could ask furthermore, he hastily ran back to the crowd.

"Muriel, what's going on?"

What did I expect? He didn't even turn around. I guessed I wouldn't be having any answers until I see the mastermind behind all of this.

I spotted Aisha and Salim in the crowd. They gave me a meaningful smile, a sly look on their faces. I smiled back and proceeded to walk down the center even if I had no idea what was happening. Their attentions were all on me. It made me feel overwhelmed, as if I was the star of Vesuvia. And jeez, was the Countess and all the other courtiers somewhere in the crowd?

Speaking of, I soon found Nadia standing in a corner. Her elegant figure stood out the most. I was taken aback when she walked to me, and I received a bouquet of flowers once again. She gave me a playful look and then weaved herself through the crowd. I soon spotted Portia, and she did the same thing to me, winking afterwards. 

And by the time I had reached Julian standing in the middle of the docks, my arms were already full of bouquets, but he gave a blind eye to that and proceeded to put another bouquet on top of the rest that I could barely see what's in front of me. And as I expected, the strain in my arms made the bouquets fall to the ground. I regretfully looked at them. But just as I was about to pick them up, Julian intercepted, swaying his long, lanky arms that almost hit my face.

"Whoops! No no no no. We can't have our main star doing the work here, can we?"

He flashed a shameless grin and started picking up the bouquets. I didn't argue and instead chuckled. Then as I lifted my gaze, I finally saw Asra, standing at the edge and giving me a look as if to tell "I'm expecting you."

He smiled at me as I ran into him, completely forgetting the fact that he's at the edge. One slight move and he would fall into the water. But something unusual happened. 'Asra' bursted into fizzy bubbles and tiny butterflies that soon engulfed me, making me giggle. And once they gave way, I was greeted by a bunch of tiny ballerinas which emerged from the water. They were careful not to get too close and drench my clothes. My smile grew even wider as I recalled my dream. There were also dancing ballerinas surrounding me, but bigger. Asra must had taken note of that to pull the trick off.

I pivoted, seeing 'Asra' give me another bouquet of flowers. But they were much larger than the ones my friends had given to me. The other half was drenched though since it was given to me by the water in which Asra shaped himself to.

"[MC]." I heard a boisterous call, making me turn around for the nth time, and that time I finally saw the real Asra. Solid and radiating an immense aura of magic. Joyous but somehow perplexed. I threw myself at him, and we bursted into giggles.

"My, my.. You really know how to pull a trick off your sleeves. Is this really the real you, or are you just another one of his illusions?"

"I'm the real one you know," His airy voice tickled my ears. There was a playful tone in his voice. "Want me to prove it?"

"N-Not in front of everyone!" I flushed but eventually cleared my throat. "Uhm, mind explaining yourself? Please tell me what's gotten into your mind to do this."

He only gave me a smug look, but later on evaded my gaze as a blush crept on his face. The crowd had already stopped singing. They were silent and watching us as if expecting something huge to happen. I looked at my friends, who were only giving me playful looks. I frowned, but then it hit me. 

Or I might just be assuming things. It was just a massive prank, right? Asra didn't do it because of...

"[MC]."

"Yeees?"

"I.. You know how much I care for you.. Right?"

I heard someone in the crowd squeal.

"Yes. You told me about it when.. when we were at the fountain... during the most recent masquerade." I blushed as I reminisced the scene. It made my heart flutter when he told me that he loves me. It filled me with joy. We've been through a lot...

"We've been through a lot of adventures ever since we defeated the Devil. And I treasure the memories that we keep on making... I find it better to go on adventures with you by my side rather than going alone," He looked at me and smiled. It was my turn to look away due to our faces' proximity. "You showed me a different perspective of the world, [MC], and I can't imagine living a life without you anymore. I feel like as long as we're together, we'll be able to overcome anything." 

My heart erratically beated as he said those words. A mixture of Aww's and other complements came from the crowd, but Asra didn't seem to mind. He was staring at me. And only at me.

"I love you, [MC]. And I'll keep on loving you.." He widened the distance between us a little, kneeling down and as if searching for something in his pocket. I didn't know how red my face was at the time. I felt like exploding.

He really was doing it.

He was proposing to me.

Asra stopped his search and shyly looked around, but he was somehow distressed. 

"Now where did I put it...." He looked down, facepalming. "Faust, where are you? I told you not to play with it."

At the mention of her name, Faust slithered towards him, something shiny in her mouth. Asra chuckled and scolded her as she took refuge in his sleeve. Then, he averted his gaze back to me, his eyes gleaming with hope and love.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, [MC]. And I hope you do too... Will you marry me?"

He showed me the ring that flashed the colors of the rainbow before my very eyes. Milliseconds after he said that the crowd started cheering and squealing, and I didn't even utter my answer yet, and I couldn't due to all the noise. Portia took care of it though.

"HEY! Did we actually hear what [MC] said? QUIET!" And the noise dissipated. 

The more I looked at Asra, the more I realized how nervous he actually was. Even with a brave facade, I could still see through him. We were blushing so bad as he waited for my answer. But I felt like I couldn't speak at the time. I was overwhelmed with euphoria that I couldn't bring myself to utter a single word or even move. It took me a few seconds to calm myself, responding to his question with a smile.

"D-Do you even have to ask?"

"Is that a yes?"

"Of course it is! Yes! I'll marry you!"

Asra stood up with a wide, genuine smile as he put the ring on my finger. It was filled with an intricate design, the pattern carved meticulously. I was so amazed at how detailed it was. I looked at it with awe. I couldn't believe what was hapenning. I might've swooned.

"Good. I was beginning to think you wouldn't.."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know." Asra laughed, pulling me into a kiss. His magic surged into me and when he pulled away, he immediately took me in his embrace. The crowd started cheering once again that I could barely hear myself over it.

"Did you make the ring?"

"Yes. Did you like it?"

"Like it? I love it!" I flushed against his chest.

"The ring only?"

"Psh, of course you too! I love you, Asra!"

He chuckled and intertwined our fingers. I blushed even more. If I could explode, I already would've.

"I love you too. I loved you ever since."

"Asra! Stop making me blush.."

"But I was just stating facts! Right Faust?"

"Right!"

He really couldn't fail to make me blush, to create butterflies and grow flowers inside me, and to make my heart feel light and filled with pure bliss.

We were engaged, and I couldn't wait to see what the future stores for us.

The future that includes him and I, completely contented with each other's presence.

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[hannie-dul-set]

wc: 906 | warning: suggestive content under the cut!

jeno had just exited the doors of the student council room, two beats later than the rest of the members as he volunteered to lock up for them. one might think he did it out of unexpected, uncharacteristic kindness, but his reasons were purely selfish—

he wouldn't want anyone seeing him leave with seolhee. after all, maintaining his reputation was far more important than a quick fuck.

("let's keep this between us, yeah?" hushed voices mixed with the sifting of shallow breaths bounced inside the confined walls of the janitor's closet. jeno nipped her neck, bodies pressed together in a heated friction as his fingers found their way in between her legs. "one word out of you and you won't be getting a taste of this again, sweetheart."

a muffled whimper left her swollen lips, and jeno took this as a yes.

"good girl.")

the hallway was empty as the first period had already begun, and the sound of the door's lock clicking shut echoed through the vacancy of the walls. he had told seolhee to wait for him in one of the empty classrooms on this floor. supposedly no student was allowed there, but being a part of the school hierarchy had its advantages.

jeno spun the ring of keys he had on his index finger before digging it into the right side pocket of his pants. the absence of a single human soul in the clean, white halls felt absolutely blissful.

it was nice not having anyone watching his every single move.

he was about to take a turn, but then the hollow clicking of racing footsteps from behind him put him to a halt.

"hi, excuse me!"

jeno froze. fucking hell. a sigh left his lips, expression contorted in annoyance as he turned around with a tight glare that can have anyone regretting that they even walked up to him. with narrowed eyes, he stared down at your figure, and although much to his surprise, he was met by the bright smiling of your features when he saw you.

"hello! i'm really sorry for disturbing you, but do you know where room 825 is?" you asked, a hopeful gleaming in your eyes as you stared intently at him, and jeno was suddenly caught off guard. "it's my first day here, and i sort of got lost— this school is really big!"

what the hell? jeno was taken aback, eyelashes fluttering to a close intermittently from his surprise. this wasn't the behavior that he was used to receiving, especially from people outside of his circle of friends. he assumed you were new here, which meant you've never even seen him anymore, but why weren't you at the very least intimidated by him?

"excuse me, sir? are you okay?"

"o—oh, sorry," he stammered, diverting his attention to the glassed windows on the right side of the halls. "there was an orientation earlier and you should've already gone with you class after that. weren't you there?"

"i, uh—" a sheepish grin was on your face, along with a semi-shameful, semi-apologetic look. "i was late today."

the glowering on his face had not gone unnoticed by you, and you felt bad for pestering him when he was probably busy, but you were desperate to at least get to class today. chenle and jisung wouldn't be able to show you around until their free time.

"what room are you looking for, again?"

you gleamed.

"ah, room 825! do you know where it is?"

fuck. he grumbled. you just had to share a homeroom with him?

jeno sighed, running his fingers into his hair before looking back at you. guess he had to ditch seolhee today. "that's my classroom, too," you immediately lightened up at his response, brighter than you already were, and jeno blamed it on that fact as to why he couldn't have just lied to you. "we can go together, or whatever."

"oh my gosh— you're a lifesaver. thank you so much!" 

you were practically jumping in your heels when you thanked him, and you followed his strides on the way to the classroom. jeno tried his best to walk ahead of you just so that he wouldn't have to deal with you just in case you attempted to talk to him, but somehow you still managed to keep up with him and started to feel threatened by you— which was utterly ridiculous considering the fact that you looked like you would surrender yourself against a fight with fly.

from a distance, you could see the familiar numbers plastered above one of the many doors, and you clasped your hands together in happiness. you thanked the boy beside you once more, to which he only responded with a barely audible mumble of a "you're welcome."

"oh! my name is y/n, by the way," you grinned at him. "and you are? i'd really like to thank you properly."

again, jeno couldn't seem to ignore you. maybe it was the gravity of your cheery mood having an inexplicable effect on him, or maybe he just didn't know how to act when someone was this unusually radiant and carefree around him. whatever it was, it compelled him to answer.

"jeno," he mumbled. "lee jeno."

the oak doors leading to the large classroom were finally in front of you, and you gave him one last smiling gaze before entering.

"well, thank you for saving my life today, lee jeno."

AN EYE FOR AN EYE // A HEART FOR A HEART

as they say, what goes around comes around. so when you break a hundred hearts out of the selfishness of your actions— be prepared to get your own heart broken a hundred times, as well.

02 // unexpected, uncharacteristic & unusual

a/n: 👁👁 i tried i really did. i'm more of a fluff person, as u can tell, but i think i did a decent job HAHAHA y/nie meeting each of the boys will be written parts~~ i hope you all enjoy :D

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[tamiddyinyourcity]

1:56am, December 28th of 2019.

Can't sleep. Probably since I slept the entire day, and now my biological clock is fucked. (Its been that way for awhile, since even when sleeping with Patrick, we've stayed up till 4am talking about the weirdest shit sometimes....)

Gonna make plans to move out.

My mom's last minute regrets are kicking in.

She's been hostile for months, but suddenly now that its December 28th, she suddenly wants to start doing random shit now.

"I got that cranberry juice for you, it's in the fridge. I know you like it."

"Oh, you're going to their house for Christmas? Cool. ....Does their mom want a gift? Do you think she'd like candles? I got a big one I think she'd might like."

And giving me 100 bucks on Christmas, just because......

It doesnt really change my mind.

Since bet your ass that on New Years Day, she's gonna do whatever the hell she wants.

Whether it be tossing my items onto the curb, sending me eight paragraphs in a row berating me, mocking me, passive aggressive behavior, or whatever...

I'd much rather leave than have her attempt that shit.

It was a good idea at the time; she was being a raging bitch, and I didn't have the time for it. Figured that with the two sugar daddies I had, I would have been able to definitely make the money back fast.

Uuuuuuuuntil both ghosted me. Fantabulous, nice.

Upside was that I started seeing Patrick (the brown haired one) more seriously; and I felt like we were finally clicking with eachother much better than before. (Less groaning or frustration at his lack of experience mixed with my unease about educating someone else on how to date me, and more moments where we bonded well.)

I still really liked our first Halloween Party date. Especially since I got all funny feeling off of maybe two hard ciders, and he had like..... eight or twelve beers, and didn't feel SHIT, other than beating himself up over Scrabble, lmfao.

Then I recall somehow we were sitting at the table and chilling, and I don't remember how since my memory is so fucked right now... (and, in general really...)

We ended up holding hands.

I was thinking "Oh, holy shit, he's holding my hand..... Willingly. He initiated it and is holding it right now. That's pretty fucking huge!"

And then I recall either my hand got sweaty, I had to piss, or I was just worried he didnt wanna hold my hand from across the table anymore as we were talking, so I tried to shyly unravel my hand from his and slide it back to me during conversation, and he was like....

"No, no, no! Stop, I like holding your hand", and did that nervous-but-adorable scoff/snort chuckle thing he does.

Homie is congested.

And I was lit as HELL off of that! Ecstatic even. Not sure if I expressed it, but it was definitely a lovely milestone to me if a person that seems otherwise nervous about directly being romantic towards me.... was out here publicly holding my hand across the table hella obviously, and giggling with me.

He was drunk as hell too, so I assume thats just how he gets when hes drunk. Ive seen him that way several times, and hes usually just unusually happy and cuddley? Its.... really fucking adorable, i gotta admit. Its really nice.

Anyway, the night went well, lead to us having one of the best makeout sessions ever to the point of every window in his car being steamed like fucking hell, and me with all of my clown makeup licked off, (i dont wanna go into that right now,) aaaand a gnarly case of extreme stubble burn from literally refusing to stop kissing each other.

......cool, blushing remembering the night again.

Clown makeup context: i forgot i was wearing it, and i guess he just was still super attracted to me with or without the white face paint on, needless to say..... when its dark and the condensation in his car gets thick, the makeup came off hella easy. And he got bright red lips, so double funny.

That was a good time.

And not sure how I feel as of now.....

It's one thing if only one girl doesn't like me.

It's another to get barred from a party, since SEVERAL now don't like me, and not having a say in it either.

And yes, they dont know me from anyone else, except for Patrick's post-breakup shitty vents, (which probably had not favored me very well,) and the cunt I told to stay in her lane.

Who did not.

I'll just say, in the great words of Azealia Banks.... "Cause I give all the competition, they don't even deserve my attention. And she can leave before her entrance, I don't give a fUck bOut NuN YaLL BitCheS".

Azealia Banks sounds terrible, i love it. :)

Ironically its me leaving before my entrance... THAT SHIT! HURTED! AAAAAAAAAA im gonna start getting sad again, i better change topics before its round two of cursing hoes out.

So.

I don't know how I feel about things.

Now all of *my* friends are chastising *him* to me.

Most noteable statements are:

You're too cute for him, like girl, hes not even THAT cute! You can find better!

Do you really wanna wait half a year to convince someone to be dedicated towards you? It seems like you're more dedicated to him, than he is dedicated to you.

That's why he looks like Bernard from MegaMind!

If the girl I liked was so excited to meet all of my friends and I liked/loved her enough, then i wouldn't care what anyone else said and id bring her, since those bitches are probably toxic anyways, and it sounds like shes got a secret crush on him, soooooo! also, if i knew i wanted to get bomb ass sex consistently, then id wanna keep my boo thang with me💀

Men are trash, sis!

Something about him gives me an off vibe about him, and, like almost occult-like vibe.... like his eyes, definitely. So flat, but still assessing....

She's overstepping her boundaries, and he's allowing it.

He's lying to you about the extent of their relationship, as well as how she will affect you, or your relationship altogether.

Survey says: leave your man, sis.

And well, I'll talk to them tomorrow. I'm not expecting much out of someone who already wasnt the best communicator during our last few talks, so yeah.

Otherwise, I am mainly figuring out the process of moving out entirely.

I guess the first step is to clean out all the junk from my bedroom.

Then to look in boxes and figure out what am i hoarding for fake sentimental value, versus something id care about, years down the line.

Figuring out what to keep, what to sell, and how to store it all.

Going to my unit and checking if I have enough space for all of my items.

Doing laundry.

Donating to the goodwill.

And then finally putting any remaining items of mine either in a duffel bag/carry-on, or, in my unit.

From then on, it would just be consistently working, staying at an AirBNB, and focusing on that. Sugaring as a potential, but the dude would have to be shelling out HUGE BUCKS for me to even consider that.

And stacking up slowly from there.

Podcasting or blogging could still work, of course.

Those are simple; if I'm just working by day and free after 6pm with nothing to do, then, the rest comes super easily. Just a matter of "what do i have the energy for next?"

And improves from there.

Feels good.

I'll have to be wise about my time.

Patrick isn't gonna be free until later in the afternoon to talk, so I can do some laundry, or at least clean all the empty wrappers or whatnot from my drawers tomorrow.

I can make some tea, maybe some eggs and pancakes, and relax.....

And finally feel good about things.

If I move out, the staple foods are:

That 1.99 trader joe pancake mix

Those 89 cent brocolli packages

2 dollar tomato soup

A fuckton of chili

89 cent white bread

Lots of brown rice

Lots of 1.99 couscous

Lots of chicken brother

A crapton of seasonings

And for when I move out, some necessities are....

A microwave

A toaster oven

A panini maker (if available, but literally the top two are way more important)

Socks

Pads

Body wash

An electric plug socket

Frying pans

A pot

Maybe a rice cooker but I doubt id need it

Blankets and bed sheets

I'm sure I'll think of more later, but this is a good start.

Its 2:43am, and feels good to think about my future.

Gonna not say anything else I have to do, in fear of causing anxiety and then refusing to do anything from a lack of choosing which chore to finish first.....

Anyways.

Feels good.

I like imagining this.

Me, in a cozy little room, relaxing on my phone after a long day of selling berets to people over in Berkeley.

Looking adorable as fuck.

And it seems practical.

As compared to staying in this shithole scented household full of gaslighting and people i hate being near, and my grandmother getting cold feet about me moving in, plus the bullshit of an estranged father needing a say in me moving into their place....

I'll take the least stressful route, thank you.

Peaceful exit, minimalist lifestyle, still good.

Time to sleep.

Peace out loves.

#lovely #life #goals #yes

[magnusbane-lightwood]

It's me again :D 1. How seriously amazing is your header? I'm so very in love with it, I've been staring at your tumblr page for 5 minutes :DDD 2. I've started to read your number prompts and they are all so cute

And for the anon who asked: Can I have 17 written?Hi sweetie!

First of all: THANK YOU SO MUCH! Seriously, I tend to go back to this message and just get this incredibly goofy smile on my face. You’re seriously so damn sweet, thank you so much for, well for liking the things I write basically. It seriously means the world.

Second of all: This one got really long and since my day fucked up entirely and I won’t have time to write the last 1000 words right now, I thought I’d post it in chapters (hopefully I’ll be able to post chapter two tomorrow - since it’s almost finished - so you won’t have to wait long at all, please forgive me!)

Anyway, here’s chapter one! I hope it was at least somewhat along the lines of what you wanted (It takes place in the shadow-world still, but in this story Magnus and Alec didn’t meet because of Clary…):

You can read it on AO3 HERE if you’d like to!

17. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

Isabelle frowned when she walked into the dark loft. Magnus and her had decided to meet up for lunch two hours prior and when the warlock hadn’t shown up, Isabelle had assumed he’d gotten caught up in work and forgotten about the time again. So she’d gone to his apartment to find him, but seeing the empty space had her instantly worried. It wasn’t all that unusual for Magnus to forget about the time whenever he was caught up in some spell, but he was a gentleman and if he would be out of his apartment for work and risked being late, then he’d always make sure to tell whoever he was meeting up with as much.

She’d met the High Warlock of Brooklyn at a downworlder party she’d gone to for her previous boyfriend, Meliorn, a few months back and their mutual interests in both fashion and science (as Magnus had explained - mixing potions wasn’t all that different from what she was doing in her lab) had the two of them instantly clicking. Despite the night having ended with a breakup for her, after she found Meliorn in bed with two vampires, she’d still considered it a success after Magnus had invited her over to his loft for drinks to “celebrate her getting rid of the trash”, as he’d called it. Although they both knew that the Seelie had never made any promises of exclusivity to the Shadowhunter, Isabelle had still found herself appreciating the supportive sentiment. They’d been best friends ever since.

Which was why she knew something most definitely wasn’t right with the picture before her.

Picking up her phone from her pocket, Isabelle dialed Magnus’ number and waited for the dial-tone, praying to the Angel that he’d pick up - Only to have the call cut off almost immediately. Her heart beating slightly in panic, she started looking around the loft for any indication to where her friend might be. After looking through the entire apartment without any results, she picked up a shirt to try tracking him. The light flared around her hands and an image of Magnus flashed before her eyes. He was in what looked to be a cage, shouting something she couldn’t hear. She tried to focus on getting a location, but before she could get so much as a hint, something slammed into the vision and it blinked out. With a curse, she stuffed the shirt into her bag and ran towards the institute.

She needed a stronger tracking.

***

“Alec, I need your help!”

Alec looked up from where he’d been planning out next week’s patrol-schedule and raised his eyebrows in question to his sister’s abrupt entrance.

“I thought you were having lunch with your friend?” he said, straightening up and looking his sister over. “What’s wrong?”

“I was, but something is wrong. He didn’t show up and he wasn’t at his apartment. I tried tracking him, but I got cut off by something. I need you and Jace to use your parabatai bond to track him”, Izzy explained and Alec knew better than to question his sister’s instincts. So he simply pushed off the table and started walking towards the training-room, where he knew Jace would be - especially since Raj had walked by earlier with a put-upon sigh that told the oldest Lightwood-sibling that his brother had roped the poor guy into training with him again.

“Sorry to interrupt guys”, he announced their presence when they walked in and almost smiled at the sight of Raj throwing Jace down on his back and pinning him with a knife to his throat before they both looked up at them.

“That”, Jace panted, his eyes on Raj’s smug face, “Does not count. Alec distracted me!”

The other man just huffed a laugh, helped him to his feet with a roll of his eyes and turned to Alec with a rise of his eyebrows.

“What’s up?” Jace voiced Raj’s unvoiced question.

“Izzy needs our help to track her friend, she thinks he might be in trouble”, Alec explained and Jace nodded as he started to remove his training-gloves and walked towards them.

“I could use a small break anyway, you want us to go out with you to find him too?” he said and Alec shook his head.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll go with Izzy to check it out, call you if we need backup. You should probably go make sure Clary’s doing okay with her rune-studies anyway, leave Raj alone for once?” He gave Jace a pointed look and Raj mouthed a ‘thank you’ to him from where he was packing away the knives they’d been using.

“I have some work I need to get done anyway. You can try to beat me some other time, Blondie”, he said as he walked past them out of the room, patting Jace on the shoulder. Alec shook his head at Jace’s frown as he watched his retreating form.

“Still beating you, huh?” Alec asked and Jace returned his eyes to his parabatai with an exasperated look that made the corner Alec’s mouth lift, amused.

“I don’t know how he does it, the man is a freaking ninja! I figure out how to block one move and he’s already on to the next. It’s insane!” he answered and Alec just shrugged at him in a ‘what can you do’-manner.

“As much as I enjoy this little fanboy-moment of yours, Jace, we need to hurry up. Magnus is in trouble and I need to get to him”, Izzy spoke up, thrusting the shirt she’d brought towards them and Alec went into mission-mode as he grabbed the shirt along with Jace’s hand and started focusing on tracking the warlock.

The familiar feeling of Jace’s energy surged through him as the light swirled around their joined hands and a blurry picture opened up in his mind. He could make out the siluett of a man sitting cross-legged in a leaf-filled cell, light coming from somewhere above him. Magnus, Alec assumed as there didn’t seem to be anyone else around. He redirected his focus from the image to get a feel of where this cell was when a force slammed into him and both him and Jace grabbed the other tighter as they fought it to stay on the track. A symbol on the side of the cell caught Alec’s eye and as Jace gave his hand a small tug, he knew his parabatai had seen it to. Breathing out slowly, he felt Jace’s energy leave and slowly opened his eyes as he let go of the other’s hand.

“He’s in the Seelie-realm, in a cell of some kind. Doesn’t seem hurt though, but you’re right - we should hurry to get him out”, he answered his sister’s questioning look before walking away to get changed.

***

Magnus Bane was bored out of his freaking mind. Bored and irritated. He’d been stuck in this cage for hours, unable to do anything but wait for someone to notice his absence and come save him. He really hoped Isabelle hadn’t left him a message to cancel their lunch, because unless she noticed that he was gone no one would come for him in the next 24 hours. The prospect of sitting in this muddy room, with his magic drained enough to keep him from breaking out, for an entire day had him letting out another groan and letting his head fall back against the wall.

“If someone could send me a knight in shining armor to save me, that’d be great”, he grumbled towards the man-sized hole in the roof where the light was being let in. It was too high up for him to reach and possibly escape from and Magnus wasn’t too keen on risking a broken ankle in trying either, so he simply stared longingly at it and wished for a grand rescue of some kind.

***

“We should split up, we’ll cover more ground that way”, Alec suggested and with a confirming nod from his sister he broke away to search for her friend. He wished he could say that it was a surprise to hear that the Seelies had thrown the High Warlock of Brooklyn into a cage for some reason, but considering that during Alec’s last meeting with the Seelie Queen, she’d been just about ready to do the same to him for not wanting to sleep with her, he really and truly wasn’t. Honestly, what was a surprise to him was how the rest of the faerie-folk were still accepting her as their leader. If Valentine and his people were what gave the Shadowhunters a bad reputation, then people like the Seelie Queen most definitely was what gave downworlders theirs. He’d discussed the matter of damaging downworlder-leaders with Luke and Raphael a few days prior, and the two of them had suggested they’d bring in the High Warlock to their monthly meetings, since he apparently had the most sway over the downworld as a whole.

Alec had never met Magnus Bane, but from what he’d heard about the man he seemed like a good person with a rather wild reputation. The latter was just from what he’d been told by his parents though. Izzy had protested wildly as they’d argued that her new best friend was, in their father’s words: ‘Somewhat of a lothario who is nowhere near fitting for a young shadowhunter woman to be socializing with’, and Alec couldn’t blame her. Especially since his father, who followed Valentine blindly for years, most certainly wasn’t in any position to judge anyone else. Alec sometimes thought back to how he’d viewed downworlders only two years earlier, before befriending Luke and Raphael after Clary had stumbled into their lives and turned it upside down, and felt ashamed of his past self. He hadn’t known better at that time, of course, but that didn’t change the fact that he’d thought of himself as above so many people when he’d had no right to.

Stepping over a few fallen branches, Alec surveyed the area around him, trying to see if anything looked even the slightest familiar to what he’d seen in his tracking-vision. It was no use though, they’d been forced to leave the vision too soon and hadn’t had a chance to see anything above ground from where the warlock was held. Alec heaved a frustrated sigh and continued moving forward at a swift speed.

He didn’t even make it another two yards before something sounded behind him and Alec whirled around, bow drawn and at the ready, only to be immediately blinded by a flash of light so bright he had to shield his eyes. In the shock he took a step backwards, and where he was certain there had been solid ground just a second before, were now nothing but air. With a surprised scream, Alec fell through the gaping hole in the ground.

***

Magnus looked up with a frown at the bright flash above him, just a second before something - or rather someone- fell through the hole in the roof of his cell with a scream and landed right in the middle of the little room. The man looked up towards the hole with a frown, obviously cursing its existence, before rubbing slightly at where he’d landed on his hip, grimacing slightly.

“I’m not at my full power because of the stupid wards on this place, but I’m pretty sure I could heal that for you if you want?”, Magnus spoke, rising and walking towards the man, surveying him calmly as he did so.

He seemed to finally notice that he hadn’t fallen into an empty cell and snapped his eyes up towards Magnus’ voice. The warlock felt his breath catch as the light from the roof-opening hit them, making them appear almost golden, but gathered himself quickly and reached out his hand with a gesture towards the man’s hip.

“So? You want some help with that, then?” he prompted, with a rise of his brows. That appeared to be enough to shake him out of where he’d been outright staring blatantly at Magnus - obviously still surprised that there was someone else in this stupid cell, not that Magnus could blame him all that much for that - and he started rummaging through his pockets until he finally drew a stele from one of them.

Ah, a shadowhunter then, Magnus thought and finally noticed the rune running up the man’s neck as he bent over to activate his Iratze.

“Or you can do that, I guess” he mumbled and dropped his hand before returning to sit against the wall. When the man had finished healing his hip, he returned his gaze to Magnus, cocking his head slightly to the side, and the warlock was once again struck how gorgeous this man truly was. In the shadows, his eyes appeared almost green and Magnus reached his hand out again:

“Well, if we’re going to be stuck down here together, I feel like we should at the very least know each other’s name. I’m..”

The man rose slightly from his seat to grab Magnus’ hand this time as he interrupted.

“Magnus Bane, yeah I know. I’m actually…” he started, before looking around, a frown etched on his face once again.

“Uhm… Well, I’m here to… To rescue you, actually. I came with my sister, she was worried when you didn’t show up for lunch and…” he looked at Magnus again and, to the warlock’s delight, seemed to forget what he was talking about the second their eyes met. Magnus raised his eyebrows in question at the statement and hummed in acknowledgement before he spoke:

“As much as I appreciate the whole ‘handsome knight in a not-so-very-white and shining armor coming to my rescue’, they usually tend to avoid falling into the cage with the princess. Well, prince in this case”, he teased and smiled as a blush rose on the other’s cheeks.

“Yeah, that’s… That wasn’t exactly part of the plan”, the man admitted and Magnus squeezed his hand where he was still holding on to it, dragging him slightly towards him to lean against the wall instead of sitting in the middle of the room. The shadowhunter followed without complaint and Magnus smiled to himself at that.

“Well, since it looks like we’ll be trapped here for a while why don’t you…” he started and then the man’s words from earlier registered with him and he looked up at him with a huge smile blooming freely on his lips.

“Wait, did you say sister? Isabelle sent you? She’s here?” he asked, more than excited about the prospect of the man not being all alone on this rescue-mission.

“Yeah, we split up and she went the other way. I… I’m not entirely sure when she’ll be here though”, the man confirmed and then muttered something about hoping she was smarter than him and didn’t accidentally fall in here with them too. Magnus cocked his head as he regarded this new information. Isabelle had told him she had three brothers and looking at the man before him he registered the physical attributes his friend had used to describe them all with. He hummed slightly to himself before saying:

“Tall, dark hair, gorgeous hazel-eyes and a preference for the bow… You must be Alexander then?” he purred and the blush on the man’s cheeks deepened furiously.

“Alec”, the man - Alec Lightwood apparently - corrected him with a nod.

***A/N: I hope you like it thus far and I’ll try to hurry up and get chapter two up for you by tomorrow! Also: I’m writing some other fluffy malec-things that were supposed to be posted during the day, but since my day just got completely fucked up they might have to wait until the weekend… ugh, life! Sorry!If you have any prompt you’d like to send me (or simply share your thoughts on some matter), my ask-box is always open! If you’d like to give me one of the number-prompts, then you can find the different numbers HERE!

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