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sleepdeprivedsloth · 3 years

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In the Dead of Night

[MHA - Midoriya, Bakugou]

summary: Not wanting to return to a nightmare, Bakugou spends the night alone in the common area. That is, until Midoriya finds him and tries to get his old friend to open up with an effective technique from their childhood. (platonic BakuDeku tickle fic)

potential warnings: swearing, tickling

words: 1.5 k

a/n: ahhh my first fic!! …kinda hoping no one sees this but yeah imma post it anyways haha. hopefully whoever ends up reading this will enjoy it! happy national tickle day guys :D

Bakugou stared blankly out of one of the windows in the common area, gazing into the empty void that was the night sky. He rarely ever was awake during the dead of night, but yet here he was. Sleeplessly seated on the couch, long past the time his classmates all retired to their dorms.

He would much rather be asleep, heaven knew he needed the rest, but he was not going to risk returning to his nightmare. The experience felt more like he actually relived the sludge monster incident rather than only a dream. He could never willingly go back to that.

His mind being in its own world, Bakugou didn’t quite catch the faint sound of footsteps that grew closer. He vaguely recognized the familiar noises of the refrigerator door opening and closing before he was brought back from his daze by a hand offering him a bottle of water in front of his eyes.

Bakugou looked up and spotted no other than Izuku freaking Midoriya. He felt his facial features try to form a glare out of a force of habit, but his body was too exhausted to actually comply. Reluctantly, he grabbed the water bottle and took a sip as the green-haired boy wordlessly sat on the opposite end of the couch.

Midoriya, whose brain was still in the waking-up process, had just been awakened a few moments ago with his throat strongly craving for some cold water. Maybe it was due to the fact that his mind was still a bit clouded with sleep, or that the two boys had been sitting in silence for an uncomfortable amount of time, but Midoriya actually broke the silence and spoke up.

“What are you doing up at such a late hour?” he asked, turning slightly in his seat so that he could study Bakugou’s reactions. Midoriya didn’t know what he expected as a response, probably a snarky reply or just outright rage, but what he received definitely shocked him.

Bakugou completely ignored him and avoided any chance of eye contact by staring straight ahead. It was as if he didn’t know that his classmate was sitting not even three feet away from him. Midoriya immediately became more attentive and alert, his Kacchan Radar going off like crazy. Bakugou never missed an opportunity to pick a fight with or insult anyone, especially Midoriya.

To his credit, Midoriya took a moment to consider his options. He could go interrogation mode on Bakugou, but he doubted that the blonde would actually open up to him like that. Maybe he could just sit there in silence until Bakugou willingly chose to talk to him, but that could honestly take days. Of course, he could go back to his dorm and leave Bakugou alone, which was probably the option that his classmate would have wanted him to choose, but when was Midoriya even known for actually pleasing Bakugou?

Suddenly Midoriya remembered a technique that had never failed him back when he and Bakugou were younger. A method that they had both been sworn to secrecy about, and hadn’t been used in years.

“Why are you down here so late, Kacchan?” Midoriya asked again, grinning slightly, this time punctuating the other’s name with a poke to his side.

Bakugou let out a quiet yelp, obviously not expecting a small tingling sensation to suddenly shoot through his entire body. He internally cursed himself for showing a reaction and flinching away from the touch.

Still awaiting a response, Midoriya dared to poke again, but before his finger could come in contact with the boy’s body, Bakugou abruptly brought himself to his feet and made a move to leave the common area.

Midoriya quickly and quietly followed suit, walking up behind his unsuspecting classmate. He tasered his index and middle fingers into both of Bakugou’s sides, latching onto them and relentlessly digging in. “C’mon Kacchan, talk to me!”

Bakugou had to squeeze his eyes shut and cover his mouth with one hand to prevent himself from making any noises that could potentially wake up his classmates. He desperately tried to fight off Midoriya’s fingers with his other hand (emphasis on “tried”), but he was too tired physically and mentally to actually get away.

With the advantage of the surprise attack on his side, Midoriya was able to keep the minimally thrashing Bakugou in his grasp. Being the teasing shit that he is, Midoriya taunted, “I bet you wanna laugh, huh Kacchan? Go on, you’ll feel better if you just let it out.”

“N-no I w-won’t!” Bakugou argued from behind his hand, struggling to keep the laughter building up inside of his throat under control. “If we w-weren’t in the dorms right now I would not he-hesitate to blast your ass into nehext week.”

Midoriya gave a playful, over-dramatic gasp. “Did the Kacchan just giggle?” He moved his hands up to Bakugou’s ribs and started scribbling his fingers against them, causing the boy’s weak wall of defense to come crumbling down. As Bakugou’s little laughs started leaking out, Midoriya continued wiggling along the sensitive bones and drilling into the grooves between them. “I am now officially addicted, I must hear mor-”

“Hehehaha Deheheku quirk! Quhuhuhuirk!”

Midoriya immediately recognized the meaning of the word and stopped his tickling, letting his own arms drop to his sides. He watched as Bakugou bent over, arms wrapped tightly around his torso, trying to regain his self-control.

Meanwhile, Midoriya’s head began to flood with memories from his childhood, when the two boys had tickle fights almost on a daily basis. To prevent one of them from pushing the other past their limits, they had decided to use “quirk” as some sort of safeword. Midoriya was a bit surprised that he had immediately understood Bakugou’s intended context of the word, considering that it hadn’t been used for what felt like forever.

A soft, sentimental smile crossed Midoriya's face as he caught a glimpse of Bakugou's face for the first time since tickling him. The blonde’s lips were brought upwards in a reluctant smile and a light blush, most likely from embarrassment, dusted his cheeks. If only Midoriya had a camera to capture the rare moment.

“Did it really tickle so much that you had to call “quirk?”” Midoriya questioned, genuinely curious if he had gone too far.

Being somewhat in control of his own body again, Bakugou stood to his full height and faced his former best friend. If Midoriya noticed that his arms were still wrapped around and protecting his ribs, he didn’t say anything. “Of course it wasn’t that bad, dumbass. I-” Bakugou paused for a moment before looking away from Midoriya and continuing in a whispered voice. “I just didn’t want to risk making too much noise and waking anyone up and…”

He didn’t have to finish his thought for Midoriya to catch on to what he meant. He easily realized that Bakugou didn’t want any of their classmates to find out that he’s ticklish, which was understandable.

Midoriya nodded, showing Bakugou that he didn’t need to further explain. They stood in silence for a moment before the greenette chose to speak up again. “So why are you down here so late at night instead of sleeping in your dorm?”

Bakugou’s body visibly stiffened as he quickly cast his gaze towards the floor. If he hadn’t been exhausted beyond belief and still recovering from those nimble fingers that definitely did not tickle him, he probably would have told Midoriya to screw off and mind his own business. But instead, he answered, “If you really must know, shitty Deku, I had a dream about the damn sludge villain. I didn’t wanna deal with that shit again, so I just came down here to wait out until morning.”

Midoriya knew from experience that Bakugou didn’t want comforting words or pity. That would only make him feel even more vulnerable than he already was, and that wasn’t Midoriya’s intention. So instead, he simply replied in an indifferent tone, “Oh, alright then. Mind if I wait out here too then?”

Not waiting for an answer, Midoriya walked back to the couch and sat back down, spreading out comfortably but still leaving more than enough room for Bakugou. The last thing he wanted was for his former childhood best friend to have to recover from a nightmare alone. But he would never say it out loud, for Bakugou’s sake.

Two minutes passed before Bakugou inevitably decided to walk over and take the seat next to the other boy. Midoriya looked over and caught his classmate’s eye, nodding slightly to him with a small smile before turning back to gaze outside of the window.

Having gone from childhood best friends, to bully and victim, to rivals, to… wherever their relationship stood now, the two boys shared a strong bond that neither of them knew how to describe. But just being in each others’ presence in the dead of night, enjoying the silence between them, was comforting.

However, the pair would definitely not be feeling so relaxed if they hadn’t failed to notice a certain pink-haired alien queen that managed to capture a short, incriminating video before excitedly running off back to her dorm only a few mere moments ago.

a/n: thanks for reading, and i hope you guys liked it! i’m still working on that fandom list but yeah MHA will definitely be on there lol. i’ll try to update again soon but until then have a great life y’all!!

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marshieee · 4 years

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💮Indigo Eyes, Sweet Smile💮

Shigino Kisumi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You met kisumi for the first time and were mesmerized by his indigo eyes not knowing the cotton candy boy had a little crush on you when he first laid his eyes on you.

Author's Note: I just noticed why there aren't any oneshot for this pretty boy so i wanted to make one even tho it's bit trashy (ಥ ͜ʖಥ)

It was lunch time and you were hanging out with the iwatobi swimming club at the roof top like the usual days.

"Hey makoto i heard that your helping sasabe-san?"

Makoto looked at you smiling while haru just had that blank expression in his face while eating his grilled mackerel lunch.

"Yep i thought he could use some help while he's still finding a coach"

"Woaaah our mako-chan is very nice and hard working!!"

"That's very beautiful makoto senpai!"

"Hahaha thank you nagisa, rei"

As you were eating you can't help but noticed the absence of a cute red hair girl.

"Hey where's gou-chan?"

"Ah gou-chan said she can't join us today cause she promised her friend that she would eat lunch with her"

Nagisa replied to you while munching his bread filled with strawberry jam.

"Nagisa-kun that's not the ideal lunch you know? You need nutritious food like my well balanced lunch"

Rei said as he pushed he's red glasses while showing nagisa his lunch box, nagisa just frowned at the boy.

"Rei-chan you're no fun"

"Eh?!"

"Yeah rei let nagisa be"

Rei whipped his head to you shocked that you took nagisa's side instead of him.

"EH?!"

"Now now you guys calm down"

You looked at makoto and an idea popped into your head you looked at haru, he noticed your stare and looked at you lifting an eye brow, you just smiled at him and said.

"Hey haru gonna pick up makoto later at the swimming club?"

"Yeah"

"I wanna come!"

"Sure"

"Ehhhhhhh i wanna come tooo!!"

"You can't nagisa-kun we have to work at our homework together remember?"

"But rei-chan~"

"Nope"

It has been awhile since you last visited the local swimming club.

No scratch that it's been years actually, you became friends with haru,makoto, nagisa and rin because you guys were in the same swimming club when you were a kid. Luckily you guys have the same schedule so you really enjoyed playing with them not until middle school because you moved away due to your mom's new job, you were actually shocked being reunited with haru and makoto on your first year of high school after coming back and a year after nagisa joined in.

Rin is the only one missing and then there you met gou, rin's little sister same age as nagisa. Rin's changes really shocked you how he treats you guys after being reunited after many years. You were glad that all of them made up by simply breaking the rules, rin swimming in the relay with the three actually amused you for a second you thought he doesn't like his school and betrayed them to be honest. But all well ends well that's good enough for you.

"Then it's settled then I'll see you later makoto"

You stand up the four of them looked at you confused.

"Leaving already y/n-senpai?"

"Yeah i gotta finish something, haru let's meet at the park before we pick up makoto ok?"

"Ok"

Haru said while nodding. You looked at nagisa who is smiling brightly at you almost making you blind.

Damn that's bright.

You ruffled his hair.

"I'll get going now"

"Ok see you later y/n"

You smiled at makoto and nodded.

"Yeah see you."

You just finished your club activities pretty late so were running because God knows how haru might still be waiting for you, he's a man of his words.As you reach the park you can see haru standing there.

"HARU!!"

He turned around and saw you running towards him. As you finally reached him you were a mess, panting you had your head down and holding into your knees.

"Sorry...I'm late...club...finished...late"

You manage to say while catching your breath, you looked up and see the usual no expression of haru.

"It's ok"

As you gained your composure and finally breathing normally, you fixed yourself

"Let's go haru"

"Ok"

While you two were getting near the swimming club you noticed makoto was outside, you were about to call him but noticed that he's not alone he was talking to somebody.

"Hey who's that?"

You asked Haru but instead of answering your questions he walked up ahead and called out makoto.

"Makoto"

"Ah haru"

"Haru? Haruka Nanase?!"

You looked at them clearly not noticing you, you have a fair distance between them cause you don't want to interrupt their...reunion? They looked like they know each other as the pink haired boy swung his shoulders around haru. Are they childhood friends too? Like rin and nagisa? They look pretty close by the looks of it.

"Y/N"

You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at makoto who just noticed you. You smiled at him waving your hands as you slowly walked up to him.

"Hi makoto we came here to pick you up"

"Hahaha thank you"

You tilted your head as you scan makoto from head to toe noticing that he's still in his working uniform.

"Hmmm? You're already finished working right? Or did we get it wrong that you'll finished at this time?"

"No I'm already done working"

"I see"

You didn't noticed that a certain cotton candy boy was staring no actually admiring you while you were talking to Makoto. As you turned your head you accidentally making an eye contact with the cotton candy boy.

You were mesmerized by his indigo eyes as you looked at them, it was pretty in your opinion. Little did you know a small blush made its way to the cheeks of the boy.

You were surprised when haru suddenly appeared in front of you more like hiding you from his back as he frowned at the cotton candy boy.

"Haru?"

You said out of confusion, Makoto started to panic.

"Ahhh haru what are you doing?!"

"Um..."

"Ah right you two haven't met right?"

Makoto asked as he looked at you finally calming down. Suddenly the pink haired boy talked.

"I'm kisumi, Shigino Kisumi"

You peeked at behind haru as you looked at the smiling boy.

"Kiss me?"

"Hahaha no ki.su.mi not kiss me"

"Oh"

Slightly embarrassed as you suddenly blurted out your thoughts. You stand beside haru and introduced yourself

"I'm y/n l/n nice to meet you kisumi"

You smiled making the heart of kisumi a little jump, he thought that you're cute and pretty.

"You have a pretty smile y/n"

Shocked by his compliment you found yourself looking at his indigo eyes as they...sparkle? For some reason you swear you saw he's eyes sparkle.

"Thank you"

"Big brother!!"

The four of you looked where that voice came from and saw a cute little boy standing at the entrance.

"Ah i should get going"

"Your brother?"

He nodded at you, what a cute little brother.

"Anyways i better get going..."

Taking a few steps back he again looked at you and smiled.

"It's was nice meeting you y/n..."

Running backwards he waved before turning around.

"We should hangout sometimes you too makoto, haru! See ya!"

You waved at them as the siblings were already out of sight.

"Hmph"

"Haru?"

You looked at him confused by his sudden change of mood.

"Ah ahaha let's go"

Haru walked up ahead, you looked at Makoto raising an eyebrow at him

"What's up with him?"

"Ah just something"

Little did you know a certain raven boy also had a little crush on you.

Bonus

"Big brother why are you red?"

"Eh am i?!"

"Are you sick?"

"No of course not"

More like love sick actually.

"Say hayato what do you think if i get myself a girlfriend?"

"EH?!"

#Free!#kisumi #shigino #shigino kisumi #fluff #makoto #haruka nanase #nagisa #free oneshot #kisumi oneshot #rei #gou #rin #crush

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joachimnapoleon · 4 years

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The Flutist

This latest addition to my and @histoireettralala‘s ever-growing Trifecta AU was partially inspired by our love of the fact that Michel Ney played the flute, and partially by a scenario we randomly came up with one day regarding baby Louise Murat being fascinated with Ney’s red hair.

... Also, partially by my constant need for Marshalate fluff these days.

Enjoy! :)

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[Age: 1]

Michel Ney can't remember the last time he's been stared down this hard by a baby. But he is prepared to give as good as he gets; blue eyes lock on to blue eyes. The contest commences.

He hasn't spent much time around this one-year-old who bears such a striking resemblance to her father. In addition to sharing his eyes (both in color and mischief), little Louise Murat has also inherited Joachim's dark, curly hair, rounded chin, and thickset lips.

His attention span, too, apparently, Ney thinks, as the baby quickly grows bored with the stare-down; the wide blue eyes shift upwards. Settling on Ney's hair, they widen yet further.

Murat, holding the squirming child, grins at Ney.

"You're the first redhead she's ever seen."

Ney can't help but smile.

A plump little arm stretches towards him. A stream of incomprehensible baby gibberish babbles forth.

"I think she wants to touch your hair," Murat interprets without missing a beat. "Is that okay?"

Ney chuckles. "Sure, why not."

Murat gently lowers baby Louise, guiding her wobbly steps--she has only recently started walking--across the narrow gap on the sofa between the two men. A moment later she latches onto Ney's shoulder, mouth agape in wonder as she continues studying the red hair intently.

"Bababababa," Louise says, staring Ney in the face.

"My, aren't you a talkative one," Ney replies. "Just like your Papa." He gives her a wink.

"She is indeed," Murat says proudly.

A tiny hand reaches towards Ney's hair.

"Gently, sweetheart," says Murat.

"It's okay," Ney reassures him.

Her face full of wonder, baby Louise pets and pats the strange red hair, narrating the exploration with a series of random coos and gurgles. Murat is smiling in delight; he pulls out his cellphone to take a picture--no, a video! Caroline and Aglaé will both love this!

Ney is beaming too--until Louise suddenly grabs a fistful of his hair and gives it a much sharper yank than he would expect from a one-year-old.

"AHHH-D-D-D-D-D" Ney grits his teeth, bending down slightly towards the baby to alleviate the pulling. He sees Louise opening her mouth wide and--Wait, is she trying to--

Yes. Louise is trying to eat his hair.

"JOAC--"

But Murat has already dropped the phone and is hastily reaching over to gently extract Louise's hand from Ney's hair, scooping the baby up into his arms. The little girl looks, for a moment, as if she is about to cry--she flails towards Ney, whining--but Murat is an expert at this sort of thing, and has her distracted and laughing again in no time.

Twenty minutes later, Murat has to take a phone call.

"Go on," Ney says. "I can keep an eye on her."

"Thanks."

By the time he returns, the reconciliation is complete: Louise is sound asleep, snuggling against (and drooling on) Ney's shoulder. She hadn't even tried to eat his hair again.

Murat reaches out tentatively. "Here, I can--"

--Ney shoots him an indignant look, unconsciously pulling the slumbering baby away from her father.

"Um. Okay then," Murat says, chuckling as he runs a hand through his hair. "Just, you know, make sure to give her back to me eventually."

"Do I have to?"

"Yeah. I've gotten pretty attached to her."

That makes two of us. He and Aglaé have four sons, but no daughters. He'd always hoped a girl would come along for them eventually, but it didn't seem to be in the cards. Now all of a sudden, tiny Louise Murat, with her wild curls and curious blue eyes and grabby little hands, has stolen his heart.

Either Ney's face is betraying his thoughts far more than he means for it to, or Murat is a mind-reader.

"Tell you what," Murat says with a knowing smile. "How 'bout if we share?"

"Deal."

***

[Age: 6]

Ney has been invited to a tea party.

Although he isn't entirely sure whether "invited" is the right word.

Actual invitations can be declined. But Louise has no sooner "invited" Ney to the tea party than she takes him by the wrist and begins dragging him up the stairs. He looks down at BunBun, being likewise dragged along by Louise's other hand. The giant, floppy stuffed rabbit has been Louise's favorite toy since Murat brought him home from a recent trip to an amusement park with Ney and Lannes. Apparently BunBun has been "invited" to the tea party too.

"Is there going to be room for both me and BunBun?" Ney asks.

"Yes," Louise says. "It's a big table. And you're my special guest!"

"I thought BunBun was your special guest?"

"BunBun lives here," Louise says dismissively. "You're my special, SPECIAL guest."

"Well then," Ney says, "I consider myself honored."

They finally reach the top of the stairs and Louise opens the door to Letitia's room, where all the tea parties are hosted.

Already seated at the table are Letitia, Mr. Bear, and Murat, the latter scrunched precariously into a pink plastic chair that is clearly much too small for him.

"Greetings!" Murat says with a broad grin. "I take it Louise invited you?"

"Indeed," Ney confirms with a nod. "I'm a special, special guest."

***

[Age: 10]

Ney's fingers flutter expertly over the keys of his flute; the cheerful notes of Bach's Partita in A Minor peal through the air. It is a difficult piece, but also a long-time favorite, and after playing it for so many years, he has little need to reference the sheet music in front of him anymore.

He had fallen in love with the instrument at twelve years old. The only boy in his school band to choose the flute, Ney had endured some teasing from his peers for picking what they considered a "girl's instrument," but it had never fazed him. In his eyes, it was their loss for not being able to appreciate the flute's beauty and versatility.

By high school he was the best flutist in his class, and his talents ended up earning him a college scholarship. In college, they helped him charm Aglaé, who played the clarinet in the college orchestra. And the rest was history; as far as he was concerned, Ney could trace all of his current happiness to learning to play the flute during his childhood.

He had hoped one of his sons would develop a liking for it as well, but so far they were all gravitating to--Ney grimaces inwardly--the brass section. Where did I go wrong?

Ney concludes the final notes of the piece, and is startled to hear applause. He turns to see Murat and little Louise, clapping happily from the doorway.

"That was so pretty Uncle Michel!" Louise exclaims.

"Incredible!" says Murat. "Why have I never heard you play before?"

Ney blushes. "I rarely play in public anymore. Thanks though, I'm glad you liked it."

"Well you absolutely should play in public more! Our friends would love to hear it! Isn't that right, darling?" he asks Louise.

"Papa is right! You play so good!" the ten-year-old says.

"Thank you, my dear."

"May I hold the flute? I've never held a flute before."

"Yes, of course!" Ney hands Louise the flute. The child studies the instrument in rapt fascination, running her littlefingers over the intricate keys and tubes.

"Next year she'll be old enough to play in the school band," Murat says.

"Oh yeah? Has she chosen an instrument yet?"

Murat looks down at his daughter, who is still captivated by the flute. He smiles.

"Possibly." ***

[Age 11]

The following year when Murat informed Ney that Louise had, indeed, decided she wanted to learn to play the flute for the school band, Ney had scarcely been able to contain his joy.

"Also," Murat began, "she's wondering if you'd be willing to teach her some of the basics, before her formal lessons begin next month?"

"Tell her I would be delighted to."

Sitting in the Murats' beautiful garden now, he has, so far, taught Louise how to put the flute together, what all the various parts are called, how to clean the instrument, how to hold it, and proper posture. Now, for the most important part: how to make the sound come out.

He shows her how to form the necessary embouchure--the positioning of the lips in relation to the blowhole of the flute--and demonstrates with his own flute: a clear, sonorous B-flat emanates through the garden.

Louise tries to copy his face, and blows into her flute.

PPHHHHHTHTHHTHTHTHHHHH.

She tries again.

PPHHHHHTHTHHTHTHTHHHHH.

And again.

PPHHHHHTHTHHTHTHTHHHHH.

Louise is dismayed. It isn't working! Is her flute broken?

She hands the instrument to Ney; he holds it up, arranges his embouchure, and plays another B-flat.

"Your flute works perfectly," he says reassuringly.

Louise tries again and again, over and over, but still fails to get any sound to come out of the flute. Ney can see that she is getting frustrated.

"Don't be discouraged," he tells her. "This is usually the hardest part for every beginner."

"Was it hard for you too?"

"Oh yes. It took me hours to do it right the first time. And multiple lessons. I was in total despair after a while, but then I just... did it. Somehow. And once I made that first note, I didn't have any problems doing it again. It was like something had just clicked, and now I could play the flute. So, don't worry. You'll get it eventually, I promise. We're not going to give up. Okay?"

"Okay."

A little over an hour later, the PPHHHHHTHTHHTHTHTHHHHH suddenly morphs into a resounding OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Louise lowers the flute, staring at Ney with wide eyes.

"Uncle Michel!! I did it!!! I'm playing the flute!!!!" she raises the flute again and, making the same embouchure as before, plays a full, crystal-clear note.

Ney turns away just for a brief instant, to wipe away a sudden, unexpected tear.

***

Ney makes his way towards the front row, his eyes finding Murat's curly hair in the dim light of the school auditorium.

"Glad you could make it!" Murat greets him. "Caroline and I saved you a seat."

"Thank you," Ney says, sitting down beside his friend. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

Louise has been working very hard for the past six months, and tonight is her first concert with the school band. Additionally--and Murat had barely able to contain his excitement when he'd told Ney--she was going to be performing a duet with another student. The band instructor had been so delighted with the progress of both girls so far, that he wanted to give them a moment in the spotlight to showcase their developing talents.

"Is she nervous?" Ney asks.

"Honestly, I think she's more nervous about playing in front of you than anything," Murat chuckles.

Ney grins. "I can't imagine why. We practice together all the time!"

"Yes, exactly. She's worried she's going to mess up and disappoint you."

"No, that won't happen," Ney says firmly.

The concert begins. While the band of eleven- and twelve-year-olds performs its ensemble, Caroline dutifully records it on her phone, Murat sniffles and wipes his teary eyes with a handkerchief throughout, and Ney wallows in nostalgia, vividly remembering his own days playing with the school band. He smiles at the sight of Louise, so poised for her age, playing every song without missing a beat, as if she'd been in the band for years.

"My little princess," Murat wibbles during the break between pieces, falling apart into the handkerchief again. Caroline smiles and runs her fingers through his hair, but Ney can't help but notice her own eyes are glistening in the darkness of the auditorium.

"You should've seen him when Letitia played the Butterfly Queen in her first school play," Caroline tells Ney.

Murat gives a shuddering sob into the handkerchief at the memory; Ney, shoulders shaking, conceals his laughter behind a hand.

Now it is time for Louise's duet. She is introduced to the audience. Only the firm hand of Caroline on his forearm keeps Murat from springing up out of his chair to cheer for his daughter.

"Don't embarrass her, dearest," Caroline whispers reprovingly.

"Right. Sorry," Murat says sheepishly.

Louise and her companion begin playing Beethoven's "Ode to Joy," with the band instructor accompanying them on thepiano.

Ney smiles. The Ninth Symphony has always held a special place in his heart, and now it is going to be even morespecial.

Louise hits every note perfectly.

The audience applauds after the girls finish their performance. Louise curtseys, lighting up at the sight of her parents and Uncle Michel in the front row. She gives them a wave before returning to her seat with the rest of the band.

Murat is a mess. But Ney is surprised to find his own face suddenly wet too. He fumbles through his pockets for a tissue. Damn it all. Probably should've anticipated this.

Murat hands him a handkerchief.

"I always bring a spare," he explains.

"Thanks." Maybe I should too. What is happening to him? He's slowly turning into Murat--a big, blubbery, walking catastrophe. Oh God.

After the concert, he stoops to give Louise a hug.

"Did I do good, Uncle Michel?"

"You were brilliant, my dear. I'm more proud of you than I can possibly put into words."

Louise is beaming. She hopes he'll come with Papa and Mama to all her concerts from now on.

"As your special guest?" Ney asks.

"My special, SPECIAL guest."

Murat claps him on the shoulder cheerfully.

"In that case," he says, "you might want to order some handkerchiefs."

***End***

#Trifecta AU #Papa!Murat AU #The Flutist #the second fluffiest fluff I've ever written #@histoireettralala

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ships for @why-the-heck-am-i-here!

@why-the-heck-am-i-here: “Okay I really really want a ship thingy for marvel, Harry Potter and stranger things pls!! Imma send it here because I want to tell you as much about myself as possible 👉🏻👈🏻. (Feel free to post it still lol! Okay so my name is Bailey and I’m 5’9 (v tall) I currently have kinda short black wavy hair but I’m always dying it! Imma do pink next ;). I have green eyes and I tend to always do big thick eyeliner and smudged eyeshadow. I dress more on the oversized grunge side of the fashion spectrum, tho I would love to go more alternative. Okay now that that’s out of the waaayyy. I’ve always been described as the cool one kinda. I’m laid back but at the same time always up to do something stupid lol. I’m definitely always up for some fun but also a good ol nap. When I’m not doing anything like that I’m drawing or binging any show/movie I can get my hands on! Anime sign me up! Horror sign me up! Romantic sign me up!! You get the point. Back to drawing tho, that is such a big part of my life. I’ve been drawing since I can remember. Rather it’s just doodling or going out side with a canvas and some watercolor I’m always doing something new with art! I even have a small business. And if I happen to get a cool idea I’ll sketch it out on anything! My pets are also a big part of my life. I have a Pomeranian puppy named kuma and a GIANT Akita named Harlow. Their kinda stupid ngl but that means they take after mom 😣. Oh there’s music! I’m literally always listening to it or wishing I was listening to it, some times if I can’t I’ll start humming a song without realizing. Lastly id say I’m really touchy, I like to hold hands and get hugs 🥺. SNUGGLING IS THE BEST AHHH. Just some little facts; I’m a slytherin 🚨🚨 My favorite marvel character is rocket I’m a sucker for sandwiches My favorite color is black I always imagined myself sneaking my dog into Hogwarts as a pet (probably the Akita because 🙃) I’m a master a video games! Pokémon is my bff That’s all I can think of! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I HOPE IM NOT A BOTHER 👉🏻👈🏻”

hello!! you aren’t a bother at all and thank you for your request! i just did marvel and harry potter, if that’s alright? i’m very sorry, i just had so many considerations for stranger things and couldn’t make up my mind :( i hope you still enjoy reading these headcanons!! <3

· so, let’s start of with marvel! · as i was reading your description, i was considering many ngl, but i just have to go with bucky, because y’all would really be a power couple. · so the two of you meet very randomly, and a little cliché, at a blockbuster. (rip blockbuster btw). · you’re browsing shelves of movies, just taking a good look when you spot this tall guy, with shoulder-length brown hair, eyes on you, flustered when you spot him and you just kind of smile to yourself. · you spot the metal hand he’s hiding in his sleeve, (knowing who he was, though it wasn’t something you minded,) as you strike up a conversation with him, about the movie he’d quickly picked up when he saw you heading his way. · “the 40-year-old virgin, huh?” · “what- uhh, sorry?” · you nod to the dvd in his hand, realising that was the movie he’d randomly picked when panicking, though he wouldn’t admit he was, even later when you become a couple. · bucky and you end up leaving with each others numbers on your phones, and though he has a hard time admitting it, he’s very giggly and happy. · i mean he just got a really cute girls number, what was there not be ecstatic about? · anywho, so fastforward to after a little too many dates where he asks if you want to make it official. · it’s actually a really sweet moment. · you two are sitting at a fountain, no one around, your head on his shoulder as you just listen to the sound of the water behind you, a comfortable silence between you two. · he then kisses your lips, and you’re both feeling over the moon. · so this guy loves everything about you. · you both kind of have the same energy in a way, both laid back and though he might not have the same amount of coolness as you, you two just click and fit perfectly. · there’s never awkward silences between y’all, you’re practically soulmates, and that’s what steve and sam say too when they meet you and see you together. · if bucky has to go shopping for new clothes he always brings you along for advice, ‘cause he really likes your style and the vibe you have. · and you love styling him, since he goes along with almost everything. · for only you, of course. · bucky always hypes you up and admires your art, kissing your temples as you draw or paint, looking at your art. though he thinks your the art. · btw he absolutely LOVES your pets, and he spoils them by giving them too many treats sometimes, but he can’t help it. · yes, he is a big dog lover. · is it just because they are your dogs and seem to have some of your personality? · maybe. · he’s a soft boy with you, always there for you, holding you close whenever he can. · and this guy is also very touchy. · there’s nothing he loves more than laying on the couch with you, snuggling and cuddling as you watch a movie together or playing video games. · you almost always end up talking through movies, not being able to focus, but y’all don’t really mind. · and you always kick buckys ass in video games, and when he get’s sad about losing you make up for it with kisses and loads of love <3. · he loves listening to music with you too and you showing him songs you like, since he’s not all that up to date with modern music and what’s popular nowadays. · bucky LOVES holding hands with you btw. · he only really uses lots of pda if he’s jealous of some guy checking you out, but he always holds your hand, proud to have you by his side as his lover. · he just appreciates you so much, and is so thankful that you support him and are there for him, especially when he’s going through dark episodes of trauma and PTSD. · all in all, you’re a real power couple, always strong together and you both rely a lot on each other. the trust and bond the two of you is so deep and stunning, and you’re a real dreamy, grunge couple.

· now to the world of harry potter! · okay, so honestly how can i not ship you with the obvious person who came to my mind first- draco malfoy. · so the two of you are childhood friends and meet in your first year at hogwarts, befriending the boy. · we all know that draco is quite the dramatic person sometimes, and you two are quite different in that sense. · sure you have the same slytherin qualities, but since you’re waaay more laid back, sure up for a little trouble, but nothing with major drama, draco is the opposite. · he’s meddling himself into things that are unbelievable sometimes, getting into trouble for the most dramatic things. · but you’re always there to help him. · you grow to be best friends, and many from the other houses judge you for that due to his reputation. · but the thing was that they didn’t actually know him the way you knew him, as a best friend, though you wanted to be more, and let’s be honest draco has had a crush on you since your third year at hogwarts. · he asks if you want to go to the yule ball with him, and that’s when you both crack at the same time to tell each other you want something more than to just be friends. · might i add draco is very enchanted by your dress, which i personally imagine to be this black or grey, puffy gown. · no matter what you would be wearing, he’d love it and think you look gorgeous. · “draco, i-” · “i have to tell you-” · “oh,” you both say at the same time. · “you go first!” · “no, you, you.” · “i insist you speak first, i-” · but he interrupts you by placing his lips on yours and god are there loads of butterflies in your stomach. · from that night, you’re a couple, but it’s not something you disclose to many people in the beginning, despite draco being so fond of pda. · fond of pda doesn’t even begin to describe it honestly. · once you’re a couple he can’t stop showering you with kisses, hugs, gifts, chocaltes- everything. · infront of anyone, anywhere. · btw he loves shopping with you and for you, and simply must give you really extra clothes worth god knows how many galleons, but he doesn’t mind at all. · whenever you gift him something it’s usual small, but very personal, and god this boy may seem tough and ready to square up, but he becomes so emotional when you give him a present- no matter what it is. · also he loves giving you art supplies, insisting on buying your watercolour paintings so he can have them on display both in his dorm but also at home, though his parents may not be to fond of it. · he’s your number one supporter and inspiration. · draco is very proud to have you, and WILL show you off whenever he can. · he thinks and knows you deserve it, for everything you put up with. · aka him. · draco is the sort of person who has a facade for most people, you being one of the only ones, if not the only one, to be able to break down that facade. · he knows that he can be difficult sometimes, since being emotional is something he’s bad at showing just because it’s something he hides a lot, but he knows he can trust you and be himself around you. · and he knows that you’re always there for him. · and draco is always there for you. · you two have a lot of fun and are always pulling pranks or getting into trouble. · on a date you two went to explore the dark forest, luckily not getting hurt, but even if it was scary, it was funny as well. · afterwards you retreated to your dorms, sitting in the common room, having movie marathons, which annoyed the other slytherins since you two hog the tv quite a bit. · he also loves sneaking up to your dorm and taking you out on midnight walks. · sometimes you take your dog along, and it’s all just very cute. · all in all, you are such a great pair, strong, fun and troublesome, yet sweet and tender.

#ship #ships #draco malfoy #bucky barnes

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For Greater Things

Jackson x Fem Reader Genre: Fluff Words: 5.5k [Masterlist] Plot: You and Jackson are a mismatched pair. Opposites in almost every way. But as Fate would have it, the two of you become inseparable best friends. However, that doesn’t stop you from your growing insecurities that one day Jackson will leave your side for someone better. (or Best Friends to Lovers AU!) - You knew Jackson’s laugh before you knew him. Even as an awkward middle school boy, his laughter was larger than life itself. You on the other hand, were always on the quieter side. When you sat on the swings, swaying softly to the speed of the wind, Jackson was bustling about on the adjacent basketball court. And truth be told, your first memory of Jackson was of his resounding voice throughout the playground. Something along the lines of “Swings Girl, ball, ahhh!” But one-basketball-into-the-head later, you were glued to Jackson by the hip. Wherever you were, Jackson was just a few steps away, laughing his giant laugh. When you joined the high school orchestra, Jackson was at the front row of every recital, shouting out your name, much to the dismay of the audience. When Jackson became the youngest captain of the basketball team, you were at every game, quietly offering him water bottles in between. And everyone always wondered how the two of you got so close. You were the quiet girl in class, easily ignored and forgotten while Jackson was the loud, rambunctious jock that easily won the hearts of the entire school—teachers and lunch mothers included. You sometimes didn’t believe it yourself—why Jackson would want to waste his friendship on a nobody like you—but nevertheless, Jackson was your best friend and you were grateful for him. Sometimes…a lot of times, you looked at Jackson, rough housing with his fellow teammates, flirting with his math teachers, giving motivational speeches to the whole student body, and it amazed you that you were friends with someone so talented and special. When you met Jackson in middle school, you already knew he was going to make it big but during high school you were especially certain—Jackson was destined for greater things. Much greater than your friendship and this small town.

And so when graduation came, as much as it saddened you to think such things, you anticipated for him to disappear from your life. But instead, Jackson came running into your bedroom the morning of the release of university acceptance emails and without so much as an introduction, told you: “Let’s get an apartment together.” And before you could answer your mother was packing your bags. So that’s how you found yourself here. Trying to explain yourself. In the middle of your freshmen seminar. “Y/N?” “You still there?” “So what’s your relationship with Jackson?” “I heard you guys are living together? How’d you meet?” You shook your head, coming out of your daydream. “Ah, guys, it’s really nothing. We’re just childhood friends.” The three girls before you sunk into their seats with dreamy sighs. “You’re so lucky.” You smiled halfheartedly resigning yourself to stare at your notes as the girls continued to pout, casually spouting about how out of your league Jackson was. You didn’t even realize there were leagues for friendship, but apparently you weren’t in any. - “How was your seminar?” Jackson asked as you sat beside him on the couch, placing a bowl of popcorn in between you and him. You shrugged, picking up a handful of popcorn. “Boring. Basketball practice?” Jackson smiled, his eyes lighting up. You smiled instinctively at his expected response to his favorite sport. “Yoongi was legit across the court when he threw the ball and swoosh, it went right in!” “Wow,” you exclaimed. “Yoongi’s pretty amazing. Even though he scares me at the same time.” He laughed, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “He is pretty intimidating.” “Mmm! Except when you guys win a game and his gummy smile shows,” you giggled staring up into space just imaging the upperclassman’s grin. “Hey, what about mine?” Jackson pouted before flashing you a smile. You could only chuckle, throwing popcorn at his chest. “Let’s start the movie.” “Wow Y/N, you’re so heartless to me now. Remember when we were in middle school and you used to like me?” “W-what are you talking about, I never liked you,” you spluttered, almost choking on popcorn. “So you hated me?” Jackson frowned. “You’re horrible!” “If anything, you were the one that liked me a little bit too much.” Jackson smiled, playing the movie. “Yeah I did, that’s why you have an awesome roommate now.” You chuckled softly, focus slowly turning to the movie. “True, I would have never approached you first.” “Cause you’re a shy baby.” “No, because you smacked me in the head with a basketball.” “It was an accident!” “Yeah? Was stalking me down and yelling ‘Basketball Head’ across the halls an accident too?” Jackson smirked, shoving popcorn into your mouth. “Shush, my dumb twelve-year-old self thought that was endearing to say.” You rolled your eyes, swallowing the popcorn. “And people wonder why you’ve never had a girlfriend. You don’t understand a girl’s heart at all.” “Hey that’s not true. Tons of girls like me,” he defended. “It’s just your heart I don’t get.” You gave him a look despite his eyes trained on the television screen. You shrugged, turning to the screen too. “Well, I guess you can keep counting your blessings that I’m not one of those girls.” “Hmm,” Jackson mumbled before letting out a breath. “You wanna make more popcorn? We’re already out.” “See, I told you we should’ve made two bags to begin with!” - “Hey, Y/N, right?” Hyeri whispered from behind you just as the seminar was ending. You turned to Hyeri, the same girl that sat across from you in homeroom your entire junior year. She was one of the more rambunctious girls in your school, voted as “one of the guys” in your senior yearbook, but after graduation she made a complete transformation, dolling herself up and became one of the prettiest freshmen in the university. You smiled politely, hiding your own surprise at being spoken to. “You’re Jackson’s friend right?” She smiled, a shade of pink flushing to her cheeks. “You think you could invite him to this get together I’m having? It’s…it’s kind of like a group date I guess?” Your eyes widened as you realized what she was asking of you. “I umm…I don’t think Jackson would like those kind of events,” you bit at the inside of your cheek as you watched her expression change. “I guess you would know better, but can you ask him at least?” Hyeri pouted. “Come on, be a good sport, will you?” “Uhh,” you hesitated, glancing at the door as the classroom became significantly more empty. “Here!” Hyeri interrupted, handing you a slip of paper. “Give him my number at least, okay? I’ll ask him myself!” You grasped the note reluctantly, tucking it into your pocket. “I know you two are good friends and all but you never know, he just might be into me, I mean the group date. Anyways, don’t keep him all to yourself! Sharing is caring, Y/N!” Hyeri smiled, swinging her bag over her shoulder and walked towards the exit. She turned around one last time, pointing at you. “Don’t forget to give it to him!” You let out a breath as she walked away. You shouldn’t be surprised, honestly. A handful of girls had approached you in high school to deliver love letters and Valentine’s gifts for Jackson. It was nothing new. Perhaps you just figured college girls would be more mature and approach him themselves. Or maybe even, that Jackson wouldn’t stand out so much in university. Guess you were wrong about both things. Shrugging, you finished putting your things away into your bag before heading off to the basketball courts. You promised Jackson you would visit him during his practice. Apparently they were having a friendly practice game with another university’s team. Normally, you wouldn’t stay during practices, but Jackson claimed this was their top rival team and he needed your moral support. Also, in the words of Jackson, he wanted “to shove it in their faces that his team had pretty girls cheering for him” but you decided to purposely forget he ever said such a thing. By the time you got to the courts, the game had already begun and the guys were already intensely focused on the game. Smiling politely at the coach and manager, you took a seat on the bleachers. You were never a big sports fan but you somehow always found yourself around the court. At first it was due to Jackson’s insistence but after a few games you learned to enjoy it. You watched it almost as if it were a concert. In your eyes, the boys certainly put on a show. You especially loved when they would make a winning shot and they would do their own victory cheer as the crowd roared around you. Despite being around the court for so many years, you were still too shy to join in on the cheers but Jackson was always prepared to be loud enough for the both of you. Even in this practice game, Jackson was obnoxiously loud, laughing his hyena laugh as Yoongi scored yet another goal. You smiled, watching as Yoongi let out his signature gummy smile, his tongue peeking out arrogantly as the boys rushed him into a hug. Jackson waved your way amidst it all. “Y/N YOU CAME!” he shouted. You could only blush as the entire court turned their attention to you. Timidly, you answered with a quiet fist to the air. “Fighting!” And with that, they were back to running across the court. Time flew by as you watched and by the end of it you were cheering along with Jackson and his team as they pulled you off the bleachers and into the embrace of their giant group hug. “Great game boys!” their coach approached them, giving a heavy, slap of approval on Yoongi’s back. Jackson laughed, tugging you out of the group to continue his victory jumps. “Aren’t you glad you came to watch this practice game?” You giggled, jumping along with him as you nodded. “Oh,” Jackson pointed to the ground, “You dropped something.” As he leaned down to pick up the scrap of paper you felt a rush of heat flush to your cheeks as if you had been caught red-handed of something. “Oh, a number?” Jackson cooed playfully, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “You seducing people, Y/N?” You bit at your lip, crushing the paper in your palm. “It’s just a classmate...for a project.” “Mhm, whatever you say,” he chuckled softly at your embarrassment. “Come on, you’re gonna come to our celebration dinner, right?” “S-sure,” you answered feebly, not resisting as Jackson took hold of your hand and urged you after his teammates that were already making their way to the restaurant. You tucked the crumpled piece of your paper back into your pocket, feeling your heart race with guilt. Why did you lie to him? - Dinners with the team were always rowdy. It didn’t matter the teammates. Middle school was loud and immature, high school was loud and slightly less immature, and while you had only been to a couple dinners with Jackson’s new college teammates, it was just as loud and plagued with the added bonus of alcohol. So you weren’t surprised when dinner continued for hours, leaving most members red-faced and singing (screaming) out-of-tune to the latest Blackpink song. It didn’t help that Jackson fed off of this energy. Even though neither you or Jackson really drank alcohol besides for the passing beer or two, Jackson was practically standing atop his seat, belching out an opera rendition of the pop song. You chuckled, shaking your head in embarrassment as you nibbled on a piece of lettuce. Glancing up, you shared a meaningful look with Yoongi, who tipped his head at you before downing a beer. You held your breath in surprise as he leaned into you, his cheeks almost brushing against yours. “How do you deal with him,” he muttered in annoyance. Before pulling away to stare at Jackson who sat on your other side. You chuckled, shrugging your shoulders at the older man. “What can we do? Even the restaurant owners are in love with him.” Yoongi nodded, leaning in again. This time you even got a whiff of his cologne. He smelled different from Jackson—more mature and intimidating. “He’s disgustingly lovable.” Yoongi turned back to you with a frown, but quickly flashed his gummy smile at the sound of your own giggles. “I agree,” you laughed. “Hey!” Jackson shouted, finally sitting properly. He leaned in, always too close for comfort, and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Why are you guys so friendly? Stop it!” Yoongi only grunted, rolling his eyes though a smile remained on his lips. “We’re just chatting,” you chuckled, feeling Jackson’s embrace get tighter around you. “Are you drunk Jackson?” “What? No,” he looked at you incredulously, as if he hadn’t just been singing for the entire restaurant. “You’re acting like it,” you teased. “Yoongi!” Jackson shouted for his attention, changing the subject. “You know Y/N is a Casanova now?” Yoongi lifted a brow, glancing at you. “She is?” “Yup! She tried to hide it from me, but she got someone’s number today!” He boasted. Yoongi frowned, looking from Jackson to you and back. “She did?” “It was just a classmate—“ you tried to explain but Jackson tugged you into him, almost taking you off your seat if he weren’t already sitting so close to you. “Nope, that’s a lie! I can tell when you’re lying to me, Y/N!” You flushed, trying to ignore your panic by busying yourself with the pork belly on the grill. “See,” Jackson whined to Yoongi. “She always does this when she’s lying!” “I’m really not,” you lied, stuffing your mouth with lettuce wrap. You wiggled against Jackson’s embrace. “Why are you being extra clingy today, Jackson?” He only huffed, releasing you out of his hold. “Whatever,” he pouted. “You two are cute,” Yoongi teased you, sending a wink your way as Jackson got distracted again by another song. You could only shake your head in embarrassment. But as the boys left the celebration one by one, you were soon left with just Jackson, outside of the bbq restaurant. No longer singing along with his friends, he was unusually quiet. It’s not like Jackson was never quiet. You had known him long enough to know that even Jackson had his days of peace and calm. However, after belting out at his favorite restaurant, surrounded by his friends after a winning game, quiet Jackson meant something was wrong. He was upset. So as Jackson stood at the side of the road, waiting for a cab, you racked your brain for something you had said or done wrong. Perhaps you hadn’t complimented him enough? Did he get a haircut and you hadn’t noticed? You stared at Jackson’s back with worry. You almost flinched when he turned around to signal to you the arrival of the cab. “Hey,” you began cautiously after a while. Jackson continued to stare out the window. “That was a really good game, Jackson.” He looked at you with a small smile. “Thanks.” “You’re gonna have a great season. I just know it.” Jackson chuckled softly. “Yeah, I’m excited too.” “Yoongi was telling me how the other college teams have been talking about you. Yoongi is already good, but with you now, it’s like a double threat!” “I don’t know about that,” Jackson sighed. “And I thought you were scared of Yoongi. You guys were chatting all night.” You shrugged your shoulders. Normally you wouldn’t approach Yoongi, because he really did intimidate you, but with Jackson getting lost in his own world and only Yoongi left sitting beside you, it seemed only natural that he would start talking to you. What else were you supposed to do, eat in silence? “He’s not so scary anymore.” “Hmm,” he replied halfheartedly before looking out the window again. He remained silent even as you entered your shared apartment. “Hey Jackson, you wanna watch a movie tonight?” “I’m kind of tired, Y/N,” he answered quietly, heading to his bedroom. You watched as he closed the door on you without even a ‘good night’. - A week later, you sat in your freshmen seminar, unable to concentrate. You hoped it had just been an off night for Jackson, but as the days went on, your interactions with him became sparse. No movie nights, no lunches together, not even the short small talk you’d make in the bathroom each morning. But you couldn’t figure out what you had done wrong. You tried asking him directly but he only shook his head, telling you that nothing was wrong and he was just tired. But you weren’t an idiot. You’ve seen Jackson tired. You were there when he was training for a charity marathon, his basketball championship match, and all whilst prepping for finals and his college exams. That was a tired Jackson, but even then he had had enough energy to climb into your window at night to marathon Netflix shows almost every other night. (Your parents welcomed Jackson like their own son, but he always insisted it was more fun to climb through your window.) So you couldn’t understand him saying he was too tired to even talk to you. It wasn’t even exam season yet. You had to have done something wrong. “Y/N,” a voice broke your train of thought and as you turned around, realizing it was Hyeri, you were filled with another kind of dread. She glared at you with a frown. “Jackson never texted me!” You nodded meekly, unsure of what to say. Back in high school, you’d always say sorry about Jackson rejecting them but in this case, you had blatantly crumpled whatever chance she had into your pants pocket. “Jackson’s just not into that kind of thing,” you finally spoke. It wasn’t entirely a lie. Sure, you hadn’t asked him, but you knew him well enough to know that he would have rejected her anyways. “Really? He said that?” she questioned, clearly doubting you. You bit at your lip, feeling the guilt twist in your stomach. You nodded. “But would he be into it if it were just me?” Your eyes widened at the implication. “Oh come on!” Hyeri whined, seeing your reaction. “You’re so selfish Y/N! You get to be his childhood friend and his roommate. Why are you keeping him from everyone else?” “I-it’s not that I want to, it’s just that Jackson—” “He’s just your friend right? You don’t like him or anything, right?” Your eyes widened in surprise, your mouth opening to respond back but nothing would come out. “If not then you shouldn’t have a problem about who Jackson dates!” “I…I don’t,” you muttered meekly. Hyeri flashed you a smile. “Good, then be a doll and help me.” You sighed, Hyeri’s voice repeating in your head as you made your way to your apartment that evening. She was right. You had no reason to be against Jackson going on a date with Hyeri. Friends were supposed to be supportive. You were supposed to support Jackson and be a good wingman. But ever since you had known him, Jackson never had a girlfriend. You never questioned it either. He was always passionately absorbed in one thing or the other. If he wasn’t hanging out with you he was involving himself in the next charity event or sweating with his teammates on the basketball court. That’s how it always was. That’s how you always wanted it to be. But as you entered your empty apartment, you had to admit to yourself, things were bound to change. If you were a good friend, you wouldn’t keep Hyeri away from Jackson. So when Jackson entered the apartment just a few moments after you, you put away your pride. “Hey Jackson!” you greeted him eagerly. “Hey,” he answered back with a tired smile. “I-” “I’m gonna shower first,” he interrupted, settling his bag on the living room floor. “Oh,” you faltered. “Yeah, okay.” You knew Jackson was trying to avoid you and normally you would let him escape, but today you were more determined. It’s not that you were particularly excited to have this conversation with him, but he had been keeping his distance from you for a week and most importantly, you needed to prove a point to yourself. “Hey, Jackson?” you called after hearing the showerhead go quiet. “Hmm?” he responded from inside the bathroom. You let out a nervous breath. “Are you interested in going on a date?” “What?” he practically screamed, opening the bathroom door abruptly. You blushed, feeling the steam of the shower hit your face along with the view of Jackson in nothing but a pair of sweat pants. “I uh…” you stuttered, your eyes fluttering from his bare chest to the mirror behind him that showed off his broad back. “I…My classmate was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with her.” “Oh…oh,” Jackson mumbled, turning away to put his shirt on. “Yeah, her name is Hyeri. Do you know her? She went to our high school.” “Oh, maybe, I don’t remember.” “I think you two would get along. She got along with a lot of the guys in high school. Plus, she’s really pretty!” “Y/N,” Jackson interrupted you. He paused, looking into your eyes for a while before letting out a sigh. “I don’t want to go on a date with Hyeri.” You smiled, feeling a weight get lifted from your shoulders. “Oh, well, that’s no problem. I can break the news to her.” You were about to walk away when Jackson grabbed the end of your shirt. He bit at his lip nervously, staring down at his own hand. “I…actually, I already have someone I like right now.” You felt your heart drop at his words. It never occurred to you that Jackson might like someone else. He never seemed to show any interest in another girl, but then again it wasn’t like you were around him all the time. Was there someone you didn’t know about? But why wouldn’t he tell you about something this important? You were his best friend, or at least, you thought you were. Maybe you didn’t know Jackson as well as you thought. “You do?” you asked, a little more harshly than you had intended.

“I...” Jackson bit at his lip, his eyes faltering before he let go of your shirt. “It’s nothing, I’m tired Y/N. Let’s talk another time.” That night you couldn’t sleep. Jackson was known for his socializing, but as someone who had always been by his side you knew for a fact he was never in any romantic relationships. You didn’t even think he had it in him to like someone romantically. He was just always so busy with basketball. Who could she even be? Jackson always told you about his day—even to the smallest details. Or you thought he did. Was it the cute girl that lived across the hall from you two? Was it the upperclassman that was helping him with his organic chemistry class? Was it someone you didn’t even know at all? Unable to resist your own curiosity, you forced yourself out of your bed.

“Hey Jackson?” You knocked softly at his door. It was midnight but his light was still on. You figured you would test your luck. Perhaps he would be more honest if he were tired. You opened his door cautiously, suddenly feeling nervous. But the beat of your heart quickly calmed as you saw Jackson lying in his bed, the blanket halfway on the floor and open textbooks left haphazardly around him. You smiled softly, shaking your head. “This boy,” you sighed before making your way to his bed. If the two of you had been studying together he wouldn’t have fallen asleep like this. You wish he wasn’t being so distant. For a moment, you paused staring at Jackson, wondering if his attitude had to do with this mysterious girl of his. You could only shrug in the silence of the room before gathering his textbooks and placing them back onto his desk. Gently, you lifted his blanket back over his body, stopping a moment to look at his sleeping face. Even in his dreams he seemed to be having a hard time, his eyebrows slightly arching in annoyance. You ran your fingers through his hair softly, watching as his face relaxed back to indifference. “Night Jack,” you whispered before turning off his lamp. You’d just have to ask him about this girl another day. - Another day never came though. The past few days passed slowly and in whatever spare moment you shared with him, you never found the right timing to ask him. To be honest, you didn’t really care anymore. You just wanted your best friend back. You couldn’t understand why he was distancing himself from you. A part of you was worried this was your original fear coming true—that Jackson was indeed destined for greater things and this friendship of yours was now expired. It hurt you to think this, but as a realist, you knew it wouldn’t be absurd. “Maybe he realized I’m lame,” you muttered to yourself as you walked through the campus yard. As you let your insecurities fester, you heard a familiar laugh to the left of you. You recognized that laugh anywhere, but the giggle? That was new. Rushing forward for a better view, you stopped in your tracks at the sight before you. Jackson was laughing with his head thrown back, leaning one arm on the brick wall in front of him as Hyeri stood between, her hands on his chest as she giggled away. Your eyes widened at the intimate pose. Your chest hurt, hearing their laughter. It hurt to see her hands on him. It hurt that he wasn’t moving away from her touch. You’ve been jealous of Jackson’s social life before but this was a different kind of envy. You were bothered and frustrated and sad all at once. That should’ve been you in Hyeri’s spot. You remained staring at her, feeling a rush of angry heat fill your head, until your eyes met Jackson’s and he quickly stopped laughing. But his hand remained on the wall and suddenly you could feel how invasive your stare was. This time, you were the outsider, walking in on a moment that was meant to stay uninterrupted. Flickering your eyes away, you walked the opposite path with brisk steps. And you didn’t know why but your eyes burned hot with tears. - Jackson [8:45 PM]: Y/N

Jackson [9:00 PM]: It’s getting late…when are you coming back?

Jackson [9:11 PM]: Y/N!!!! Don’t ignore me!!!!

Jackson [9:13 PM]: Y/N I’m sorry pls come back home

Jackson [9:20 PM]: Kay I’m coming to get you You sighed, staring at the flash of your phone as Jackson bombarded you with texts. You couldn’t understand yourself. He didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, this was what you were setting him up for when you asked him to go on a date with Hyeri, right? And yet, here you were, sitting on the curb outside of a 7-Eleven, with a melon popsicle in one hand and a bottle of soju in the other. “There you are,” Jackson sighed, coming out from the side of the building. “There’s a bunch of empty tables here, why do you always sit on the ground?” “How’d you find me?” You grumbled, continuing to suck on your popsicle and stare at the street lights opposite him. He chuckled, taking a seat next to you. “You always come here when you’re upset. Why’d you buy soju? You don’t even drink.” You scooted away, looking at the cement ground. “You think you know everything about me.” “I do. You’re my best friend.” You took a bite off your popsicle. “Maybe, but I don’t know you at all.” “What do you mean by that?” he asked, body brushing against yours as he filled the gap you made. You frowned, twisting the bottle of soju in your hand. “You didn’t even tell me you liked someone.” Jackson chuckled, leaning back onto the palm of his hands. “Is that why you’re mad at me?” “I’m not mad,” you defended yourself, taking another bite. “Yes you are. You’re also mad because you saw me with Hyeri,” he replied back, matter-of-factly. “You know, she told me something interesting today.” “I bet she did,” you answered sarcastically, rolling your eyes. Jackson only nodded, a bright smile on his face. “Mhm! She said she asked you to give her number to me.” Your eyes widened as you finally looked up to see his teasing grin. You could feel your ears go hot at being caught in your lie. “Don’t worry, I told her you gave it to me. Strange thing is, I thought you wanted me to go on a date with her, so why would you hide her number from me? It’s almost like…” Jackson put a finger to his chin, feigning a smile of surprise. “You didn’t want me to go on a date!” You groaned, bringing both soju and popsicle-filled hands to your face. “Is it because you don’t like Hyeri? Is that it? Was she mean to you?” You placed your things on the ground, turning to Jackson with a frown. “No, you’re the one that’s mean to me.” “Me?” he gasped in surprise. “I thought you liked someone else? Why would you flirt around with Hyeri?” you accused. Jackson laughed at you incredulously. “Flirt? What are you talking about? We were just joking around.” You sighed, pouting at your best friend’s innocence. “Her hands were all over you. That’s called flirting Jackson.” Despite your frustration, Jackson only looked at you with a mischievous smile. “Are you jealous, Y/N?” “Yes, Jackson, I’m jealous!” You burst out, slapping him on the chest. “I’m always jealous of you, don’t you know that already?” “Y/N…” he exhaled softly in surprise as your eyes brimmed with angry tears. You bit at your lip, pushing the hot tears back. “This friendship is unfair,” you spoke again, more quietly. “This whole school loves you. Even in high school. You’ve got your basketball team. You’ve got all the girls wanting you. Everyone has your back, Jackson. I only have you, though.” You stopped, feeling Jackson pull you into his chest. “You do have me, Y/N.” You shook your head. “Not when you shut me out. Not when you’re off flirting with other girls. Even if you don’t know it, it’s still flirting. I don’t want you to look at anyone else when I’m right there. And I know I’m just your friend and you can like whoever you want,” you sniffled, hiding your face in his chest as tears fell past your cheeks. “And you know I’ll support your happiness…always…but you have all these people who like you and one day you’re going to realize you don’t need me anymore…And then I’ll have no one.” Jackson’s hand brushed through your hair softly. “Dummy, that would never happen. You’re the most important person in my life.” You frowned, pulling away slightly to look up at him. “Until you find someone else who’s more important.” “That won’t happen.” “How can you be so sure?” “B-because,” he glanced away. “I love you, Y/N.” Your eyes widened as you watched Jackson’s face grow unusually red. “You what?” Jackson bit at his lip, pulling you back into his chest. “Don’t make me say it again! You know…I get jealous too, Y/N. You think I have the whole school in my hands, but you don’t see all the guys that look at you like…like…I can’t even say it, it gets me so mad just thinking about it. Even when you were talking to Yoongi. I want to be the only man that makes you laugh.” You pushed his chest away, giving him a look of dismay. “Is that why you were avoiding me all week?!” “I-I couldn’t help it,” he answered meekly, looking down at his shoes. “I was already upset about the number you got…and then you and Yoongi kept giggling all night.” “Well if you weren’t singing to the whole restaurant maybe you could’ve been the one laughing with me!” You accused. “Alright I’m sorry!” Jackson pouted. “It was just Yoongi of all people. He’s already so much better at me in basketball, and you’re always complimenting him. I have my insecurities too you know!” “I barely talk to Yoongi though,” you chuckled. “I only come to the games to watch you.” “So…what you’re saying is, you love me too?” He fluttered his eyelashes at you. You rolled your eyes, grabbing your melted popsicle and full bottle of soju. “Let’s go home, Jackson.” “Come on, say it back, Y/N!” he whined, chasing after you. “I’ll say it back when you stop annoying me!” “Does that mean you feel it in your heart?” “Come on, Y/N! Don’t leave your man hanging like this! I need love and affection!” You chuckled, breaking into a light jog. “Then come and get it!”

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I really love your writing, especially your royai oneshots with a hurt or upset roy and a comforting riza. Maybe you could write a sequel to the oneshot when Riza finds out Roy's parents are dead and maybe a few weeks later, she gets up the courage to ask him how they died and he finally tells her about it and gets a little emotional when he's telling her, so she gigs him and holds him while he tells her?

ahhh teenage royai is good for the soul so thank you for this request!!! (and thank you for the excuse to do a sequel uwu) comfort royai is best royai

Rizashifted her weight from foot to foot. She was nervous. Her hands were beingwrung together in front of her as she moved, trying desperately to try andformulate the right words she wanted to say in her head.

It’dbeen a few weeks since her and Roy’s argument. She still wasn’t proud of whatshe’d said and since starting fresh, their friendship budding nicely, Riza hadtried at every moment to make it up to him.

Losingone’s parents was not a pleasant experience. Riza had lost her mother young, too young, so never got to experiencethat loss. All she knew was growing up without a mother was extremelydifficult, made even harder by the fact she was a constant disappointment toher father.

Shehad no idea just how old Roy had lost his parents, but tonight she wouldhopefully find out.

Ithad been knowing at her for weeks and Roy had noticed. Her childlike curiosityhad gotten the best of her and she’d finally plucked up the courage to ask.After all, she knew what it was like to lost a parent. She could help him withit.

“Hey,”Roy greeted suddenly, making Riza jump in fright. She was in the back garden,the early summer sun high in the sky as it blanketed them both in its heat.There was a gently breeze that tugged at her golden hair. Her fringe constantlyfell across her eyes and tickled her face, causing Riza to push it off her facein irritation frequently. It didn’t help that the heat was causing the hair tostick to her face, making her even more uncomfortable.

Rizahad never enjoyed the heat.

“Hey,Roy.”

“What’sup?” he asked, flopping down on the grass beside her. He lay back on the gentlehill, sliding both hands behind his head as he stared up at the cloudless sky.“You said you had something to ask me?”

“Uh,yes. I did,” she replied. Now the moment was here, Riza didn’t think she coulddo it. The nerves in her stomach increased ten-fold now Roy was close and shewas just about to chicken out, then he spoke.

“Doesthis have something to do with what we discussed… that day?” he asked,tactfully bringing up their argument.

Rizanodded. “Yes.” Her voice squeaked unintentionally. “I’m sorry, I don’t want topry. If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to. I just thought wecould help each other.”

“Inwhat way?” he asked, a question mark on his face.

Rizatook a deep breath, biting the bullet. “I know what it’s like not to grow upwith your parents,” she whispered. Although her father was still alive, he’d beas well being dead, that’s how much he paid attention to and cared for Riza.

Silenceensued and Riza cringed.

“I’msorry.” She begun to stand. “I didn’t want to upset you –”

“It’sokay,” he reassured her, his tone soft. He clasped her wrist gently, stoppingher from leaving, yet still giving her the opportunity to go if she desired.“We can talk about it.”

“Areyou sure?”

Roynodded. “Yeah, of course,” he smiled. It wobbled uncertainly.

Tentatively,Riza sat back down in the silence, thinking how to start.

“Mymother died when I was three,” she began, thinking that starting off with herown experience would be a good start, rather than pushing Roy to share hisstory. A show of trust. “It was due to complications of childbirth. It wasquick, I was told, sudden.” My fatherblames me for it. “I never really knew her. I don’t even know what shelooks like. Not really.”

“Aren’tthere any pictures?” Roy asked, his concern and sympathy leaking through.

Rizashook her head. “None that I’ve ever seen.”

“That’sreally sad,” he stated. Risking a glance at his face Riza almost blushed at thesympathy she saw there. Instead, she just shrugged to cover it up.

“Ithappened a long time ago and I never really knew her so I don’t feel like I canmiss her. If that makes sense?”

“That’s…Riza, I’m sorry.” He took her hand in his, giving it a quick squeeze. Shealmost blushed again at the sudden affection.

Eversince they’d made up the pair had become closer. She continued to help him withhis studies while jokes and laughter flowed more easily between them. Riza hadforgotten how nice it was to laugh, and she would always remember that it wasRoy who’d brought it back into her life. He was a true friend, someone Rizawould never want to lose.

“It’sokay,” she stated, turning to face him. “Really. Thank you, though.”

“Ofcourse. And if you ever want to talk about it, just let me know.”

“Iwill,” she smiled gratefully.

“Myparents…”

Aftera brief silence, Riza made an attempt to reassure him. “It’s okay if you don’t wantto talk about it.” She suddenly felt very foolish trying to bring up the topicof his parents. Just because she didn’t mind talking about, didn’t mean everyonedid.

“It’sall right.” Roy took a deep breath before continuing. “Honestly, it’s fine. I…I want to. I want to tell someone. That would be nice.”

“Okay…If you’re sure. Take your time.”

Andso Roy begun to tell the tale of his childhood before moving to live with hisaunt in Central. It had been a happy one. He’d been well loved by both hisparents. Riza felt a pang of jealousy, never truly getting to discover thatfeeling herself. Until Roy had entered her life, she’d never wondered what itwould be like to be loved by both parents. Now, she did.

“Then…”Roy trailed off and he sniffed. Riza was alert, her head snapping around toface his. It was just out of view as he’d turned away from her. “They… Theywent out one night for dinner.” His voice was thick with emotion. His breathcaught and when he spoke again it wavered. “They never came home.”

“Roy?Are you okay?” Riza asked, very concerned. Was he… crying? She’d never seen himcry before. That time in the rain… She hadn’t been able to tell if he’d beencrying or not but this… This was so much worse. He was so open, the emotionclear in his tone and no doubt on his face.

Shewasn’t sure she wanted to see it.

Herubbed his face with the back of his hand, still not turning to face her.

“Yeah,”he whispered. “I’m fine.”

No,he wasn’t.

Rizareached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. He froze under her touch. Thathand slid over his shoulders to the opposite side and she shuffled closer to him.Her body was pressed up against his side as she hugged Roy against her. Finally,Riza placed her head on his shoulder and held him as he cried silently.

Theyremained that way for a long time. Roy eventually stopped crying and Riza didn’twant to let go of him. Not yet. Not while he was suffering like this. She knewhis plight and his pain, and she wouldn’t leave him to suffer it himself likeshe’d been left to do all those years.

Riza wouldn’twish that fate on her worst enemy.

* * *

“Ijust wanted to say thank you for the other day. It was nice to talk about themagain.”

Rizasmiled, closing her book. She looked up to find him standing in the doorway, handsin his pockets, and shoulders hunched close to his ears.

“Itwas my pleasure. They sounded like great people.”

Roybeamed, unable to stop himself. “They were. I… I found something in youfather’s study the other day,” he added, suddenly seeming very nervous. Thetips of his ears turned pink. Was he blushing?“And I thought you might want it. It was hidden underneath a lot of books, so Idon’t think he’ll miss it.”

“Whatis it?”

Royhanded her a folded-up piece of paper. “Take this as a thank you,” he stated.“For everything.”

Royturned and left – rather quickly, Riza noticed – and she frowned. Glancing downat the paper she turned it, trying to figure out what it was. Prying it openRiza felt tears spring to her eyes.

Itwas a picture of her as a baby being held in her mother’s arms.

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A Necessary Arrangement (Part Three)

A Desire and Decorum AU

Pairing: Ernest Sinclaire x MC (Ella Mills)

Book: Desire and Decorum (AU= Alternate Universe)

Word Count: ~2,100

Rating: PG

Author’s Note: Another chapter of this AU, which I’m really enjoying writing! Now we start meeting other characters and getting hints about Ernest’s past … with a visit from our favorite old crotchety Duke and his bubbly little wife!

You can read Part One and Part Two here.

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Ella nestled in tighter against the cushions of the settee, perching her book upon her knee to rest in her line of sight. The mid-morning sun streamed in through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows behind her, casting a ray of light across the pale skin of her hand and yellowed pages of the novel. It was the second time this month she had read Defoe’s tale of Robinson Crusoe, yet her mind was enraptured by Crusoe’s struggle for survival yet again.

Life at Ledford Park has settled into a comfortable routine since the wedding. Each morning Ella would rise with the sun, taking her tea and breaking her fast in the master chambers as she gazed out over the immaculate landscaping. After she was dressed, if the weather permitted, she would escape outdoors to explore the gardens, sometimes alone and sometimes she would steal Briar away from her duties to keep her company. After a turn about the gardens, Lady Ella would retire to the library to pour over the latest book she had plucked from the shelves until the time for luncheon was called. Most often she had lunch by herself in the dining hall as Mr. Sinclaire was always either away on business during the day or would take lunch in his study. She would rarely see any trace of her husband until dinnertime when he would finally make his appearance and keep her company.

Although it had taken several weeks of prodding and persistence, Ernest had finally begun to converse freely with his wife during their nightly meals together. Of course he was rarely a man to show any emotion or favors, but Ella had come to look forward to their time together each evening and relished each glimpse of a smile from the forlorn man. Each smile was hard won, yet that moment of lightness was well worth the effort … one could almost forget Ernest’s sullen demeanor upon the sight of his warm smile or sound of his deep laughter. During their conversing, Ella had learned that her new husband was an avid explorer, yearning to stretch his legs and breathe in the open air outside at every given opportunity. Similar to Ella, he was also a proponent of reading in his spare time and had recommended some of his favorite books … most recently his treasured childhood favorite, Robinson Crusoe.

This particular morning Ella had savored the solitude of her walk and time in the library, resting her mind and conversation skills for the upcoming event. For after luncheon she was to accompany Ernest on their first public outing together as a married couple to the London society’s most prestigious countryside pastime, the races.

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Ella tugged again at the hat poised atop her coiffed updo, struggling to keep it upright as it slid downwards at every bouncing bump of the carriage on the road. She heard a chuckle across the seat from her, her eyes flicking up to find Ernest staring at her with amusement. She gave him a tepid smirk back. “Yes?” She questioned politely.

Ernest shook his head and looked back out the window, trying to suppress a grin. “Nothing … you just seem nervous, I suppose.”

Ella scoffed, straightening her hat once more and sitting upright, jutting her chin out proudly. “I most certainly am not nervous.” She replied bluntly, turning to look out at the countryside passing along outside. “Perhaps it is you who are nervous, my lord.” She quipped back playfully, continuing the witty banter the pair conversed in so frequently.

If Ella was completely honest, she both loved and despised this sardonic pattern of discourse that she and her husband had fallen into. For one she looked forward to hearing what clever inquiry or response he would throw at her each day, always challenging her and keeping her engaged in the dialogue. On the contrary, all the back and forth did not answer the questions that had plagued her since that dreary September evening. Where was this charade of a marriage headed, for certainly it had not yet led Ernest Sinclaire to her bed ... and, more importantly, what was her husband hoping to gain from this most unusual union?

Upon arrival at the race track, Ernest escorted Ella in a languid stroll towards the stables, pointing out a robust chestnut steed from Edgewater near the front and a svelte speckled grey mare a few stalls down representing Ledford Park. Ella approached the towering Edgewater horse timidly, lifting her hand to stroke his nose gently. She glanced back over her shoulder to Ernest with a soft smile, admiring the warmth behind his eyes as they met her own. “How many horses will race in total?”

“Eight. Representing the various houses in the region.” He replied simply.

“Hmm …” Ella pondered, moving from the large brown steed to the smaller grey horse of her husband’s house and allowing it to smell the skin on her dainty hand. “Well, my husband … it seems that between the two of us our odds are fairly good, wouldn’t you say?” She stared into the horse’s dark eyes, suppressing the urge to glance back and gauge his reaction straight away.

A slight smirk swept the corners of his mouth upwards, his eyes dancing with amusement when she finally met his gaze again. “I quite agree, Lady Ella … it would appear the odds are in our favor.” He looked down at his boots and ran his fingers through his tumbling curls, fighting away the tinge of pink tickling his cheeks. Once he had composed himself he stood upright again, bending his arm towards her in invitation. “Shall we, Wife?”

The two arrived at their seats under the shade of the tent, the first ones to sit in the area. Ella perched herself upon the stiff-backed chair and surveyed the passers-by, occasionally greeting various acquaintances who stopped by. It had been so long since she had attended the races, and she had forgotten the excitement of the hustle and bustle prior to the starting gunshot as people chatted and searched for their seats. Her father used to love to take her to the races as a child after her mother had passed, she recalled fondly. Unfortunately their little adventures at the race track had ceased after Countess Henrietta had entered their lives ...

“Why, if it isn’t my favorite cousin, Mr. Sinclaire!” A high-pitched voice rang from their left. The couple turned to find the exclaimer approaching slowly, a petite lady with golden curls twirled around her face waddling slowly and clutching her rounded abdomen under the fabric of her dress. She smiled jovially, and Ella felt herself immediately drawn to the beautiful young woman.

Ernest stood up to greet her coldly, stepping down to take her hand dutifully and place a quick peck to her gloved knuckles. “Felicity. What a surprise.” Ella watched her husband curiously, searching for any clue as to why he was greeting his own flesh and blood so formally. He turned back to Ella with a blank expression on his face, taking her hand and escorting her forward to present her properly. “May I present my wife, Lady Ella. Ella, this is my cousin Lady Felicity Holloway- er, I mean Duchess Felicity Richards.”

Felicity squealed and took Ella’s hand in her own, bouncing slightly with excitement. “Of course! I have so looked forward to meeting you, Ella. I was so disappointed to hear that you two had decided to hold such a small, private wedding ceremony. I do so love weddings, don’t you?!? But I suppose it is an awfully romantic theory to wed quietly, to not bother with the formalities of a wedding and just be unable to resist any longer. Ahhh!” She ended her rant with a wistful sigh, clutching her hands dramatically over her heart.

Ella stood stunned for a moment, mouth agape as she absorbed Felicity’s rambling diatribe. When she finally decided that the young woman seemed friendly enough, she plastered her most courteous smile on her lips before she replied. “What an honor to meet you, Felicity. I dare say my husband has told me little of his family thus far.”

“Well Felicity is a distant cousin, many generations back. Our paths had not crossed many times … until recently, that is.” Ernest grumbled, his former pleasant spirits quite obviously forgotten.

“I just think it’s so lovely when family can be reunited.” Ella interjected sweetly, trying to lighten the dismal mood her husband had cast upon the interaction. “How lucky you both are.”

“What is this about luck, I hear?” A gruff tone echoed from behind Felicity, finally presenting itself in the form of a middle-aged gentleman. “Felicity, I hope you have not been spreading any of that poppycock about good fortunes and luck before the races, my dear.” The man grasped her elbow firmly and tucked his own arm through it, standing tall with a solemn face while studying the couple opposite them.

“Oh no, my love …” Felicity chimed, nestling beside him warmly while continuing to rub her belly with her spare hand. “Ella, allow me to introduce my husband, Duke Tristan Richards of Karlington. And you remember Ernest, my dear … Ella and Ernest have just been married, you see.”

“Mmm hmm, so I had heard. Sinclaire …” Duke Richard muttered his acknowledgment, his brows furrowed as he eyed Ernest with contempt. His face brightened as he turned and his eyes fell upon Ella, leaning forward to give her a gracious bow of greeting. “Lady Ella, it is such a pleasure. I was happy to hear that Ernest here had finally decided to settle down, we were beginning to worry for him. And to such a beautiful young woman …” the duke gave her a wicked smile and a wink as he leaned forward to take her hand in his, placing a slow kiss to her hand with a lingering breath as if he were inhaling her essence.

“L-l-likewise …” Ella stammered, quite taken aback by this bold older man. Poor Felicity, she thought internally, saying a quick prayer that her own husband was at least pleasant to look upon despite his frequent moods.

The two pairs stood staring at each other for a moment until Ella broke the awkward silence. “So when are you expecting your little one, Felicity?”

Felicity’s face lit up with excitement. “Oh, we have a few more months until the baby arrives.” She beamed up at her towering husband, nudging him fondly in the side. “The duke here is quite certain it is a little boy, although I am hoping for a girl.”

“You’ve got to ensure the heir for the household, do you not Sinclaire? Tick tock, tick tock.” Duke Richards teased in a gravelly voice.

Ella felt herself blush at the Duke’s insinuation, dropping her eyes quickly to prevent him from reading the truth in her eyes. She glanced over at Ernest beside her, noticing his clenched fists and tight jaw … as if he were holding back the urge to spat in disgust. Just then the trumpet sounded from the racetrack, breaking the tension to alert the crowd of the impending start of the race.

“Ahh … well, we should go find our seats, dear husband. I do not want to miss the race!” Felicity trilled, tugging her husband’s arm and breaking the heated trance he was in.

“Yes quite …” the duke agreed in a monotone voice. He turned to Ella and nodded his warm farewell. “Lady Ella, it was an honor …” He then turned to Ernest and his stare ran cold. “Sinclaire … I’m sure we’ll be in touch soon.”

Ella curtsied in response, passing a shy smile to Felicity as the couple walked away to find their places. When she turned around she found Ernest was already seated, glaring blankly out at the race track. She sat down beside him, resting a hand on his knee to get his attention. “Well that was a nice surprise! I do so wish you would tell me more of your family.” She began, attempting to start a pleasant conversation with her sullen husband.

Ernest continued his unswerving gaze, his face set and staring far off as if he were in another world entirely. Finally he glanced down at her hand upon his leg, gripping it gently and setting it on her own lap before placing his hands in his own. “Let us just watch the races, Ella. They’re about to begin.”

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princesssweetandpetite-blog · 6 years

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65 Questions You Aren't Used To

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? Sometimes I doubt existence in general.

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? 7.5

3. The person you would never want to meet? The me without you.

4. What is your favorite word? Jiggy

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? Red Oak

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? Ugh

7. What shirt are you wearing? My golden girls shirt, it says Stay Golden.

8. What do you label yourself as? Odd

9. Bright room or dark room? Dark

10. What were you doing at midnight last night? Seeping

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far? 18

12. Who told you they loved you last? Cyle

13. Your worst enemy? The ones who robbed me of my childhood.

14. What is your current desktop picture? Jules, my doggo

15. Do you like someone? I like my boos

16. The last song you listened to? Tiny Dancer by Elton John

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? Someone

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? Also someone

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? It’d be cyle, he’d clean, give me cuddles and rubs and he’d bang me every hour

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) not sure

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? That’s tricky

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? Not so much no

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? Yellow balloons poping

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. Probably any kind of Italian related sandwich

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? Bad things

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? Dublin, Ireland

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? Jaggy

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? No liberals allowed

29. What is your favorite expletive? ????

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? Pictures

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? The bad things we’ve done.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! Scotland

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? Kelly

34. What was your last dream about? Don’t remember

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? Listener.. no I’m deaf

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? Yes

37. Have you ever built a snowman? Duh

38. What is the color of your socks? Blue and pink

39. What type of music do you like? Heavy metal, 70s &80s , rap, anything

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? Sunrises

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? Banana

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer) Michigan Wolverines

43. Do you have any scars? Tons

44. What do you want to be when you graduate? A decent person

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? My whole head, everything about it. (Face and hair)

46. Are you reliable? Try to be, but don’t have to many people to be reliable for.

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? Are you okay now?

48. Do you hold grudges? Yes

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? A dragon pig

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? Hmmm I don’t know

51. Are you a good liar? Not really

52. How long could you go without talking? Not long

53. What has been you worst haircut/style? My bowl cut when I was 3

54. Have you ever baked your own cake? Yes

55. Can you do any accents other than your own? British

56. What do you like on your toast? Butter jelly sometimes cinnamon and sugar

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of? Cyle and I as stick figures in love of course

58. What would be you dream car? 69’ z/28

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. I sing here and there

60. Do you believe in aliens? Sorta

61. Do you often read your horoscope? Daily

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? C

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons? Ahhh both are cool!

64. What do you think about babies? I love babies and want my own babies in the near future

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of. Yikes I have nothing. Oops

#questions #unusual #tiny dancer #deaf #love #boos #idk #woohoo #thoughts #hmm #bored #thursday #night

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velvetchen · 6 years

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11 Questions Tag

so i was tagged thrice (!!!) by three lovely people, thank you so much!! i couldn’t decide which set of questions to do bc i didn’t want to leave any out so i did all three! thank you again for tagging me!

i’m putting my questions & tags right at the top so y’all don’t have to scroll through my 33 questions of rambling lmao

rules: answer the 11 questions from the person who tagged you and then make 11 more for the people you tag.

edit: i was tagged again, so i decided to come back and add on to this and i noticed tumblr didn’t actually tag anyone so yeah i fixed that now rip

here are my questions!

1. Book/movie/art piece that made you think the most and why? 2. What’s your favorite physical/personality feature of your bias(es)? 3. What colors and smells reminds you of home? 4. If you could only listen to 30 seconds of one song for your entire life, what song & time interval would it be? 5. Languages you'd like to learn? 6. What are three pieces of advice you’d give to 30-year-old you? 7. If you bumped into your bias on the street and you had no idea who they were, what would your first impression be and what would you do next? 8. Ultimate holiday itinerary? 9. You go to your bias group’s concert, and you’re one of the lucky fans invited on stage for a ~special performance~... what do you do? 10. What made you first notice your bias? 11. Do you have any bad habits?

tagging 11 people: @blushtones @sehunsface @whimsical-ness @yeoleow @fuck-me-up-fam @romantichen @xingmithefool @honeyjongdae @ineedyixing @dropsofletters @chanyoel

sorry if you’ve already been tagged / you don’t wanna be tagged!

@dragon-dust !! thank you love

What’s your favourite flower?

hmmm i’ve said this before but i do love pink lilies! i also love hydrangeas and orange blossoms and i think the skeleton flower is cool as heck (it’s a flower that turns crystal-clear when wet)

Sunrise or sunset?

i like sunrises bc it’s colder and there are always a lot of bugs around at sunset...not to mention it gets dark really quickly!

Favourite childhood piece of music?

mmm a lot bc we used to listen to a lot of music!! but anything by michael jackson or lucky ali is v nostalgic to me

Name a character from a book that you can’t forget.

i don’t have one from a books (rip i’ve never properly liked a book character) but the magician from the webtoon annarasumanara kind of stuck with me? i just felt so sad for him & he reminds me of what i don’t want to end up being

Pictures or gifs?

pictures!

Is there any really famous movie that you’ve not ever seen?

ohhhhh boy a lot! i don’t watch movies much and if i do the last thing i’d watch is romance/comedy/etc so i haven’t seen all those ‘classics’ like the notebook and legally blonde and so on... i’ve never seen high school musical either (or any of those disney channel shows)

Clean desk or a messy one?

it starts off clean and then it gets messy lmao

If you could start again and change only one thing, what would that be?

i would love myself more, and i would’ve made an effort to speak all my languages :(

Five things, one desert island for the rest of your life. What do you bring

(assuming i can’t bring exo) uhhh, because i’m practical: a good knife, large sheet of tarp, indefinite number of matches, clean clothes and something to hold water

Favourite way to spend your free time.

wasting it tbh... but i love having long chats w my friends

Would you rather be able to fly or walk through walls?

i’d fly bc walking through walls would be a lot more easier to get caught at... @technicallymilkshakes !! (i love these questions!)

You’ve been friends with your bias for some time now and you’re pretty sure there’s some mutual attraction between the two of you. How does this attraction get resolved? Does someone confess (who)? Is it more physical? Do you agree to remain just friends? Or does it stay unresolved?

okay okay ASSUMING this ever happens ... i’d confess! i don’t like keeping things that could change my life. even if i wasn’t sure they liked me too. i’d go for a half-relationship/half-friend thing?? bc i hate proper relationships

Do you have a recurring daydream you like to revisit? What is it?

yep! plenty hahaha. i have one where Ambiguous Person and i are hiking through the woods, another where we’re trying to ballroom dance and then one where we’re forced to share a bed... you know the one... (SORRY i’m so soft when it comes to romance)

How did your bias become your bias?

ahhh okay at first my bias was jongin?? bc i usually like the dancers? and i was watching a lot of exo-k so i didn’t even know about jd but like... i watched a couple of lives and his voice just got me... and then of course all those ‘try not to fangirl’ challenges that sucked the life out of me

What’s one song from your bias group that can always make you happy?

i love love love replay! especially the live ver. where they all cried... i cry everytime i hear it too?? and the whole lucifer album also (surprise!! my bias group isn’t exo lmao)

Are you right-handed? Left-handed? Ambidextrous?

right-handed! i can write w my left hand but not for long periods of time

You call in to the radio show your bias is a guest on. It gets picked up and now you’re live on the air. What would you say to them?

i’d say (in my crappy korean) that i love them and i’m so happy i got to talk to them! and that i hope they’re happy and taking care of themselves

What’s the best concert you’ve ever been to?

i’ve only been to two :( both of them were incredible though! i saw yanni live & a classical concert by zubin mehta + the australian world orchestra and !!!! mesmerizing experiences! now if i could just see tsfh i’d die happy

What’s your favorite film genre and what are some movies you would recommend from it?

like i said i don’t like films much but,,, i do love space movies and historical settings! i can’t recall any besides interstellar which most people have probably watched

What do you think other people’s first impression of you is? What do you want it to be?

they probably think i’m kind of rude? ;;;;;;;; bc i’m super shy so i don’t talk much at all? also they probably think i’m homeless or something bc i’m always barefoot, my hair’s always messy and somehow i end up getting dust all over me RIP

Is there a book that you’ve given up on finishing? If so, why?

i’ve dnf’ed a loooot of books! most recently, a court of thorns and roses (s. j. maas) & caraval (stephanie garber) MAN i really hated those

You went to a fansign and your bias signed your album and drew a special note + a little doodle just for you. What does the note say and what’s the doodle? Do you show it off to everyone when you get home or do you tuck it in a safe spot and take it out once in a blue moon to reminisce alone?

ldkfns i’m imagining this and i’m SUFFERING but uhh i’d ask him to draw a cat lmao and write something that makes him happy! and the second one! i’m not a showy person so i’d definitely keep it somewhere safe and take it out when i want to remember :’)

@jds1andonly !!

If you could have any exo member as your twin, who would it be?

probably chanyeol bc i need some positivity! and he’d be really fun to talk to and do everything with

Imagine you have one day where you can eat anything you want: what would you eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner?

assuming this also means no gastric troubles... i’d go to the most expensive vegan restaurants in the world and gorge myself (bc i’m still morally obligated)

What is something you want to do by the end of the year?

oh boy considering there’s only a month and a half left... finish my ongoing series, be done with all my school stuff and ready for my exams in january, and organize the trip i want to go on with my friends after graduation!

What is your dream job?

i wanna be a teacher or a professor! maybe go around the world and teach in poorer regions? i actually have this dream to start an organization for volunteer teaching in low-income areas around the world. after i retire, i want to run a cafe/library in a really secluded place.

What is your favorite part from exo’s unfair performances (any one of them)

oh my godddd they’re all so sickeningly sweet but i like the christmas one with the santa suits and jongdae’s part in the second verse where he goes ‘oooooh oooooh’ with the finger heart? it’s so cute i wanna die

What was your favorite TV show as a kid?

spongebob ndsfnsk obviously...

What is the funniest thing you’ve ever heard about your bias?

this one video someone tagged me in of jd wearing those periscope glasses and screaming??

What is your least favorite food and why?

i haaaaaaate curry leaves they make me nauseous :-/

What TV show have you been watching recently?

does masterchef australia count? i watch it obsessively!!

If you had a superpower like the exo members, what would you want yours to be?

hmm. hmmmmm very good question. probably telekinesis bc it’s really cool and i can move stuff from across the room without having to get up

If you could be in any kpop group, which would it be and why?

just for the concepts? id say exo or vixx for the music but i wouldn’t really fit in lmfao so like maybe snsd or EXID

okay this was super long i’m sorry but i had fun!!! thank you guys for tagging me again!!!

#ahhh i love talking about myself so thanks for this opportunity #tagged #mine

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theravenclawstudyblr-blog · 7 years

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92 Questions Tag

I was tagged by @rawbug (thank you!)

Rules: answer these 92 statements (oh boy) and tag 20 people (oh boy 😩)

Well you better get comfy.

LAST

1. drink: tea

2. phone call: the vegan supermarket lmao

3. text message: "hola :) Bien creo que ya tengo todas. Casi exacta la cantidad que escogí jaja" which roughly translates to "Hi :) Great, I think I have all I need. I chose almost the exact amount haha". I was talking about my photography project with one of the models.

4. song you listened to: Get Home (feat. Konoba)-RO. I think I already mentioned this one in another tag but it's just soooo good.

5. time you cried: 🤔 I don't remember tbh. Might have been last week.

HAVE YOU:

6. dated someone twice: no

7. kissed someone and regretted it: God yes 😩

8. been cheated on: technically no, but a guy once dumped me for another girl.

9. lost someone special: sadly, yes

10. been depressed: yes

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: yes ew never again.

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14. Baby blue, blush pink and maybe a pastel or muted purple.

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. made new friends: yes, in college and my summer abroad trip to Spain.

16. fallen out of love: no, I haven't even fallen in

17. laughed until you cried: no I never have how does it feel like? Am I dead inside?

18. found out someone was talking about you: No, at least not any bad things. There's a guy that thinks I don't like him but that's not true, it's just that I'm brutally honest and maybe I come off as rude? Socializing is hard guys.

19. met someone who changed you: ...🤔. No.

20. found out who your friends are: In college, yes. But my two High School BFFs and I are still going strong thankfully.

21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: no

GENERAL:

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know: I've met all of them if that's what you mean, although some I haven't seen in a long time so I'm not really sure I know them anymore.

23. do you have any pets: Yes! Three cats (one's my mother's actually but idc it counts). We also have three dogs but those aren't actually my pets. I love dogs but cats are life.

24. do you want to change your name: Meh I don't love it but change it? It's too much of a hassle and I don't even know what would I name myself. (the hulk? "Friends" reference don't mind me)

25. what did you do for your last birthday: The day before I celebrated with my mom. We went shopping, went to the spa, and watched Guardians of The Galaxy Vol. 2. On my actual birthday I went to a club with a friend, which was cool. Plot twist, I don't really like clubs.

26. what time did you wake up: today at 8 so much time wasted help 😩

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Trying to fall asleep.

28. Wut

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: Last night.

30. what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I wish I've never gotten my autoimmune disease.

31. what are you listening to right now: nothing

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: My cat is named Tom, does that count? I think it does.

33. something that is getting on your nerves: my older siblings always get on my nerves. And not waking up early.

34. most visited websites: Youtube and rn Tumblr. Also UserTesting.

LOST QUESTIONS:

35. mole/s: A lot. Like, a lot you guys. I don't hate them but I ain't gonna count them either.

36. mark/s: One in my thigh. It comes from my mother. I also have a lot of scars does that count?

37. childhood dream: being a dancer.

38. hair color: Brunette. Fun fact: in some light conditions it looks red.

39. long or short hair: Long

40. do you have a crush on someone: I have like a thousand celebrity crushes but that's about it.

41. what do you like about yourself: Uhh..I'm resilient?

42. piercings: none

43. blood type: A-

44. nickname: Lilo

45. relationship status: single maybe ready to mingle? Idk

46. zodiac: Pisces

47. pronouns: she/her

48. favorite tv show: 😩 but there's so manyyyy. Supernatural, and Teen Wolf. And Flash. And Friends. This could go on for hours you guys Imma stop here.

49. tattoos: One, on the back of my neck.

50. right or left hand: Lefty all the way

51. surgery: Yes, in my feet (yes, both of them)

52. hair dyed in different color: I once dyed it red at the tips but didn't bleach it. Now it's gone.

53. sport: Is dancing a sport? I think it is.

54. hello, number 54.

55. vacation: every year, with my family and my friends.

56. pair of trainers: Adidas Superstar I luv them they so comfy.

MORE GENERAL:

57. eating: Mango!

58. drinking: tea again

59. I’m about to: idk maybe do some exercise.

60. Derp.

61. waiting for: Number 60

62. want: more stationery help

63. get married: Mehh, it's not one of my priorities.

64. career: Future concept artist at Disney (hopefully)

WHICH IS BETTER:

65. hugs or kisses: hugs

66. lips or eyes: eyes

67. shorter or taller: taller

68. older or younger: older

69. Lmao

70. nice arms or nice stomach: arms arms arms

71. sensitive or loud: neither are those even opposites?

72. Hookup or relationship: relationship

73. troublemaker or hesitant: neither what is this?

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. kissed a stranger: ew yes never again

75. drank hard liquor: yes whoops

76. lost glasses/contact lenses: Yes 😩

77. turned someone down: Sadly yes

78. sex in the first date: no

79. broken someone’s heart: yes

80. had your heart broken: hell yes that's what I get for rejecting that boy in elementary school.

81. been arrested: no

82. cried when someone died: yes

83. fallen for a friend: yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. yourself: sometimes. It comes and goes 🤷🏻‍♀️

85. miracles: ehhh...no

86. love at first sight: no

87. Santa Claus: yes jk no

88. kiss on the first date: yes

89. This is anticlimactic

OTHER:

90. current best friend name: Maripaz

91. eye color: Brown

92. favorite movie: Gawd this changes over time. Right now I'm pretty happy with the first three episodes of Star Wars (I, II, and III)

Now tag 20 people 🤔 @problematicprocrastinator @lilystvdies @haphazardstudy @amsterdamstudies @getshitdonetbh @missuniversity @pennyfynotes and ahhh I can’t think of anybody else, if you want to do this you’re tagged!

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amercurialbeing · 7 years

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Making Love

Rating: M

Summary: They say that there is a thin line between true love and stupidity... I don't know where we fall Sakura, but who cares, right?

a/n: I wrote this right after my exams. I wrote this on a whim. I wrote this, not knowing I would be writing a fluff-smut fic.

This is a sort of sequel to Daddy-like Kid, starring Boruto and Sarada, but this fic can stand on its own. I don't own Naruto. This is also posted in my Fan Fiction Account: AliceInRealWorld. I hope you guys will enjoy it! :3

I woke up with a sharp jolt. I didn’t have the time to remember the context of the nightmare. The dark room didn’t help. It only lured the images that had faded. The silence didn’t help. It only encouraged the voices of my distress that disrupted my sleep. It was the nightmare so disturbing that it left my heart to beat plangently, causing my ears to ring, making my head ache, tightening my chest.

Cold sweat started to secrete from my bare skin, mixing with the sticky precipitation that was produced from last night’s copulating.

I trembled. I waited for the pounding of my heart to slow down. I thought back the passionate hours to keep my mind from retracting in the darkness. I combated the blood-curling screams with the timbre of my Sakura’s pleased moans and small whimpers. I replaced the scenes of death with the picture of my wife’s pink hair, curtaining her bright green eyes as she erratically move her hips to achieve euphoria.

That’s right. It’s alright if I got roused again and had to relieve it by myself (it’s rude to wake someone up just for such insolent reason.)

I allowed myself to think of anything, everything, just to dispel affective residue of the nightmare.

Think of anything but that.

“Sasuke-kun.” I flinched.

A small, delicate hand patted my back. When I didn’t respond, the hand trailed on to my shoulder, squeezing it affectionately. She scooted closer so she can place her chin on the spot where the curse mark used to reside. “Do you want to talk about it?”

After hearing those words, the dangerous beating of my heart appeased. I bowed down and shook a no.

She made a sound behind her throat, a sign that she’s thinking of ways to distract me from my thoughts. The hand on my shoulder tickled its way down my sole arm. Her nimble fingers traced the visible veins and then it landed on my palm where she drew infinite spirals. She repeated this antic until my breathing went back to normal.

“I’m not supposed to say this.” She began as her hand clasped mine. She pressed her body closer, my bare back feeling her healthy breasts. “But I think Sarada has already forgotten about it, so I guess it is okay to share it.”

I squeezed her hand, silently encouraging her to continue.

She let out a giggle, “When Sarada was six she started a list that she called, ‘Things That I’m Gonna Tell Papa When He Comes Home.’”

A small smile graced on my lips. I released Sakura’s hand then gently shrug her off. Understanding my actions, she moved away and began piling the pillows against the headboard. When that’s done, I rested my back on the make-shift lean. I opened my arm, gesturing her to come closer. She happily obliged. She took a small pillow, placed it on my nether region before sitting on my lap. I wrap my arm around her waist. She looped an arm round my neck. I pulled our comforter over our naked body.

“What does it contain?” I mumbled.

“Hmm…” She wondered as her fingers play with my hair. “On the… Let’s say, preface of her list, she said, ‘Papa comes home only once or twice a month. You have to persuade him to teach you something new.’ Then at the bottom, there’s a footnote that says, ‘You have to perfect everything that Papa teaches you Sarada! Shannaro!’”

We chuckled quietly in unison. Nuzzling her cheek on the crook of my neck she continued, “If memory serves right, one of her anecdotes is when she finally perfected her shuriken throws. You should’ve seen her solo trainings Sasuke-kun. Every day, I had to tend her hands full of cuts and grazes.”

My eyebrows knotted as Sakura tells the story because of two reasons. One, old friends, regret and longing visited my chest. I wish I was there to see, watch her struggle for greatness.

“Oh! Speaking of training, next to shuriken throwing is, ‘The Day I Finally Created a Katon Goukakyuu!’” She made a circle in the air, her viridian eyes gleaming with pride. “She never faltered even if her cheeks are blistered!”

She laughed softly at the memory. She glanced up and reached for my forehead. “You know what Sasuke-kun?” She tenderly brushed away the bangs that’s covering my other eye then cupped my face, “She reminds me of you.”

And two-Sakura’s right, verbalizing my thoughts perfectly. Sarada reminds me of me, Sasuke, two decades younger. Sasuke with eyes that can shine even if they’re dark as coal. Sasuke who had his head lifted as he chase down his idol, his inspiration, his reason. Sasuke who died in my personal nightmare.

“She embodies you in so many ways. Not that I’m complaining though.” She sighed dramatically then pointedly followed, “But I wish a child would inherit some of my features.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is that bad? That… she’s like me?”

‘lub-DUB…’

Do you think that she’ll also commit the same mistakes and sins that I did?

‘lub-DUB.’ Inferiority. ‘lub-DUB.’ Fear. ‘lub-DUB.’ Anxiety. ‘lub-DUB -!’

Do you think she’ll get lost on the darkness too?

‘LUB-DUB, LUB-DUB-!’ Trauma. ‘LUB-DUB, LUB-DUB-!’ Hatred. ‘LUB-DUB, LUB-DUB-!’ Loneliness-

‘LUB-DUB!’

The awful metamorphosis of my heart in the last moment of my childhood, hand in hand, the countless tomoe spiraled in to a constant repetition.

When can you say that you have atoned for the sins you have done?

“Sasuke, love.” I flinched.

Sakura ran her fingers through my hair as her other hand remained on my temple, keeping my bangs from covering my powerful eyes. She held their glare, showing no fear. “That’s not what I’m trying to say.”

I know. But…

“Is that bad?” I asked again, this time, it came out raspy and strained. “Do you think-”

She kissed the tip of my nose then pinched my cheeks, “Of course not! You got it all wrong Sasuke-kun!”

It was her blush and her futile effort to hide her breasts that supported her words, “ahhh I shouldn’t have said that! I’m sorry Sasuke-kun!”

No. It’s my fault. Sometimes… This heart of mine falters easily when reminded of its old scars.

“Hn.” Having no idea how to return the ambiance of nostalgia, I turned my attention to her belly. In an attempt to distract myself from the rising panic, I started to map out the smooth pattern of her stretch marks.

She gasped at the touch. She replied by tugging at my hair. “It’s alright, Sasuke-kun.”

I have to turn the tables before this conversation went downhill. “What were you trying to say then?”

The crimson hue on her cheeks deepened. I pondered if it’s because the trail of my fingers was leading deep down to her thighs or it’s because of the illocutionary force behind her words.

Or maybe both.

“I remember another anecdote from her list.” She offered with voice strangled between decency and erotica. “T’was the d-day she went home late. Her eyes were puffy from crying and her glasses were broken.”

My hand paused when her words registered. “Who did it?” I asked sharply.

She massaged through my hair again to calm my nerves, “Sarada was bullied. When I asked her who and why, she won’t tell me because she knows that I’ll make a huge fuss about it.” She let out a melancholic sigh. “It was Naruto’s children who told me about it. Boruto explained, ‘we found her crying under the slide because some jerks broke her glasses and told her that she’s adopted.’”

So that’s when she started to doubt her mother.

I pulled Sakura closer and planted a chase peck on her forehead.

She placed a hand on my chest as a response and connected the scars that decorate my skin. “But get this Sasuke-kun-Sarada entitled that anecdote ‘Daddy-like Kid.’ She cracked a smirk. “Himawari told me it was Boruto that calmed Sarada down.”

I kept my expression blank but no doubt she noticed my tense muscles. All of the emotions that surfaced because of the nightmare and unnecessary panic attack died down. However, to my demise, it was replaced by crazy assumptions, fueled by my fatherly instincts, suggesting of what could be the possible future of-

“Darling.” Sakura directed her lips on my ear, “Your jealous side is showing~”

I cringed back to glare at her properly, “I am not jealous.”

She narrowed her eyes mischievously, challenging my infamous glare, “oh really now.” She copied my smirk. “So it is fine that Sarada thinks of Boruto as-”

I dove down to capture her lips, preventing her from saying another word about the ridiculous matter. She giggled at my growls, still teasing through the use of lips and tongue and rising intimacy.

She tried to withdraw from the assaults of my mouth but failed ultimately. She instead let her body melt in to my dominance by audaciously asking for an entrance.

When I refused, she wrapped both arms around my neck and then swiftly shifted in to a straddling position to win back control. She now had me trapped between her legs, boldly showing what’s in between. And to further clarify the contexture of her demands, she lewdly ground her hips, flattening the pillow (and something else beneath it that’s throbbing) that prevents us from colliding.

I groaned out of frustration because that minimal amount of sensual pressure was not enough. And she took this as an opportunity to gasp for air as she annoyingly chortled. She brushed off my bangs again then placed her forehead to mine.

Our eyes met. “Are you okay now?”

I held her gaze. My heart picked up its pace. The countless, rotating tomoe dispel under her emerald eyes.

Are you okay now?

Emerald eyes that have always been asking those words always have been looking at me even if it makes her cry. Those are the eyes that brought light to our coal black eyes, Sarada. The gleam that I never thought would come back. Those are the eyes that granted me the ability to think of a mirthful place in the midst of my chaotic mind. The place where all the forgotten beautiful memories reside that I never believed that could be revived.

Am I okay now?

Yes. Those are the emerald eyes that made me remember Sasuke who always die in the nightmares. Those are the beautiful eyes that beaconed as one of the proofs that there is something worth discovering, something worth protecting in this cruel world of ninjas.

“Sasuke-kun?” She caressed my cheeks.

I captured her lips again, slowly, devotedly, reverting from the animalistic desires earlier. Her hands found their way to my hair again, tying knots, drawing me closer. My shoulders relaxed as the temperature of the room rose once again.

Do you want to talk about it?

It was my brother, Itachi’s love that demonstrated me the highest form of unmitigated familial love. It was the love that I have forgotten because it was buried underneath layers of deception, diffidence and corruption.

“Sa-ku-ra…” My fingers outlined her spine with every syllable of her name, armed with the knowledge that the gesture turns her on.

Yes. I want to talk about it but…

It was Naruto, the idiot, which made me realize that I have someone who understands the pain and the loneliness of an orphaned kid starving for love-finding nothing but hatred. It was Naruto who swore that he would always willingly, stubbornly drag my ass back when I lost to the darkness again. It was him who taught me that it’s vacuous to sacrifice your own happiness so that you can cold-heartedly save the world.

“S-sasuke…” She moaned as my lips ghosted to her jaw, then to her chin and then peppered hot nips on her neck. One of her hand relocated to my chest, drawing smooth lines leading leisurely down to my chiseled abs. She dared an experimental thrust, causing me to bite down at her pulse, earning herself a love mark and prizing me with the sweet sound of her whimpers.

“Sakura…”

-it was you who never did give up on loving me in spite of my countless, unforgivable attempts in ending your life. It was you-your lively eyes, your ever loyal heart, your boar-like determination that brought me in to conclusion that one of the justifiable means to obtain peace is to truly, faithfully, unconditionally love.

“Sasuke-kun…” She whined unabashedly as my lips latched themselves to one of her pink, perky breasts. Her hand ventured below the belt, trying to remove the pillow. It was my turn to halt her from getting what she wanted as I amorously embraced her closer, closer, until our torsos mashed. I rolled her other nipple between my teeth, making her arch her back, allowing me to behold a better view of her arousal.

I don’t know how to tell you.

I thought about it as I was on journey to redemption-it was Naruto and Itachi, my brothers who allowed me to forgive the world.

And that, it was team seven that reminded me what’s like to have a family.

“Sa-ku-ra-chan.” I mumbled against the valley of her bosoms. “You’re right…”

So, instead, let me show you...

-you who convinced me that it was time to forgive myself-

“A-about what, Sa-su-ke-kun?”

Let me prove to you…

-you, Sakura Uchiha, who strengthened our bond by graciously adopting my name even if you knew the burden it carried. Even if you knew I would be seldom home, resulting to numerous rumors about our marriage. For example, I chose you because of physical attraction or maybe because I couldn’t be bothered to search for a more suitable vassal to restore the Uchiha Clan.

I returned to her sweet lips and muttered, “I would love to make, I mean, see a child bearing your features~”

That I’m forever thankful…

As a respond to those accusations, you intrepidly showed those people, who would never understand, that the time you can truly say that it is love is when-even if every bits and pieces of flaws are laid bare and even if hope is just a small ray of light, it is enough to sacrifice, to inspire one in holding on and moving on along love and hate.

She shivered at my words. I tried to subtly slide away the pillow between our… a, object of desire but she ceased my attempt by clutching my waist with her muscled legs, pressing her drenched core to my abdomen.

That I love you too.

“Darling… I want you to know that one of the things that Sarada listed…” She pulled at my hair to make me look at her irises again, staring me down, stating that her next words are quite important.

They say that there is a thin line between true love and stupidity…

“…she wants a baby brother…”

…I don’t know where we fall Sakura. But, who cares, right?

I narrowed my eyes mischievously, enjoying that flustered expression she had on her face, “oh really now.” I smirked.

We just love.

My hand moved on its own, searing every inch of skin it fondled.

“I love you Sasuke-kun…” She proclaimed once again.

These words are left unsaid yet you understand.

But before my lone hand wandered to the area where it would minister miracles (as she describes it) it folded into an all too familiar hand sign to give Sakura’s forehead a light tap.

That’s the reason why I chose you.

And it will always be you…

a/n: haha hope you guys enjoyed it. Been loving these two for a decade and thank heavens they’re canon. Don’t you think so too?

#sasuke #sasuke uchiha #sakura #sakura haruno #sakura uchiha #sarada uchiha #fluff #fan fiction #fanfic #SasuSaku #sortof #smut #smut-fluff

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