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etfrin · 3 months

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❝ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ❞ — chapter fourteen | coriolanus snow

「ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:」 SFW | Coriolanus Snow, Dr. Gaul, elitism | lmk if I forgot something

「ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ:」 young! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

「ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:」 mistakes are made, apologies are given

「ᴀ/ɴ:」 chapter fourteen!!! Let's go baby <33 remember to give me your feedback

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The rest of the day was dull. Nothing new had happened in the games. Coriolanus made his way to his home. Tonight was the night of the gala. Tigris had informed that she had finished making his suit but didn't show him how it was. It was a surprise. All he knew was that it was approved by you.

He reached his penthouse. He is greeted by Tigris with a hug and a smile. Coriolanus smiles back at his cousin for good measure. Trying to hide his nervousness about attending this prestigious gala that could make or break Snow's reputation.

Tigris excitedly shows him the red tux she had designed for him. Coriolanus wears the suit, and can't take his eyes off himself in the mirror. He looked good, there's no doubt about it.

His cousin has magic in her eyes. He tells her so and watches her eyes brighten up. “Oh, Coryo,” she said, lovingly, “It's because it's you that it looks so good.” Snow doesn't argue.

“And what about her?” He asked, “Did you make her dress the same as mine?” Tigris won't even let him see the designs. He can only imagine his heart would stop beating when he sees you. He wondered if Tigris was fine with that.

“You'll know when you see her,” Tigris giggled.

He sighs in response.

Tigris also adds, “She's the reason we still have this place, Coryo. Be kind to her.”

Coriolanus furrows his eyes. What did Tigris mean? “What?” He asked, his tone sharp. Snow didn't need pity money. And you being the one giving him dollars was salt in the wound.

“The payment for the dresses…” Tigris begins to explain, “It's enough for this month's taxes and a few weeks of food.” Coriolanus' mouth dries, he had completely forgotten about the eviction note. With everything going on, he supposed that it was natural. But Tigris had taken the burden herself while he was no help.

“I am glad,” he mutters, feeling heavily indebted to you. He didn't like the feeling. He lets it linger in the corner of his mind. He says goodbye to grandma’am and Tigris. Then he was on his way to the presidential mansion. You had said that you'd meet him there.

He reaches the presidential mansion. The press surrounded the area with cameras. He swallows as he realizes every moment of his is being broadcast live. Much like when he was in the cage with Lucy Gray. He doesn't let the flashes bother him. He already knew his outfit would be the talk of the show and it was a great opportunity to let Tigris's name out there.

He feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around. That's it. He's dead. His heartbeat stopped. He forgot how to breathe.

There's no other way to explain his reaction to you.

His sun and moon. You looked marvelous. Enough so that his breath was knocked out of his chest. How did people speak again?

“Hello,” he gasps out, his cheeks burning. He ignored the urge to trace his soulmate's scar. He looks away from you, unable to meet your eyes. Too pretty. Too fucking pretty.

“Hi, Coryo,” you said, wrapping your arm around his. You both walk up to the stairs of the mansion. “Is everything alright?” You asked, a bit worried as he wasn't meeting your eyes.

“Fine,” he mutters.

You hum in response, turning back to the cameras. All waves and smiles. He forgets to do the same as he has eyes on you. He watches you like a lovesick puppy. Until it's time to enter the gala.

He doesn't let his anxious thoughts take over. He counts his breaths as he walks into the mansion. The gala was filled with people. Even higher-up district officials were invited. Several army officers with high standings and even the peacekeeper heads of each district were attending. There were also his classmates.

Clemensia Dovecote. Festus Creed.

They were all present. He could see the Plinth couple, but their son was missing. Quite the idiot to miss this opportunity. More for him, he supposed. He leaves you behind to greet his friends.

“Clemmie,” he grins.

“Well, hello, Coriolanus. It's nice to see your family finally has an invitation. It was about time,” she smiles.

Coriolanus doesn't correct her assumption. He doesn't tell her that he is here as your date. He didn't deem it necessary.

“Did you bring a date?” Festus Creed asked.

Coriolanus shrugged and said your name, he also added, “Well, she was available.” Festus raised an eyebrow at Coryo’s dismissive tone.

“What about the kiss in the auditorium? Several hearts were broken, Coriolanus,” Clemmie jokes.

Coryo bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted to say something. But the fact you're District was surely fresh in his classmates’ minds. Telling them you're something to him wouldn't be much help with his goal for the gala. So, he shrugged, “Ah… well, we're all foolish sometimes.”

His classmates let it go. And he was glad.

Coriolanus seemed to completely forget about you as Clemmie and Festus introduced him to several elitists of the Capitol. People he can never meet through simple means. Coriolanus greets them, making small talk. Every time he mentions Lucy Gray, they're impressed. Even more so when they realize he's the reason that they can make such a contribution to the games.

In the conversation, Dr. Gaul joins. “Hello, Mr. Snow,” she greets him. She turns to the circle he was chatting up. The people were both in awe and afraid of Dr. Gaul. Just like him. She easily takes control of the conversation. Coriolanus does what he does best. Let the conversation flow in the favor of Dr. Gaul. He adds to the glory of the games and how it is necessary. He thanks the elitists for their funding.

From the gleam of approval in Dr. Gauls' eyes, Coriolanus felt proud like he never had before.

He wants to tell you about this immediately! He wanted you to be proud of him too. He had acquired several business cards by now. He had made an impression on everyone he talked to. If he won the Hunger Games, he wouldn't have to worry about university. After tonight, he won't have to worry after university is over either.

It was all because of you.

He feels dread in his mind when he can't see you anywhere on the floor. He finishes his drink, and excuses himself cordially from the conversation. He searches for you before he notices the stairwell leading to the roof. He decided to take the chance of finding you there.

He turned out to be lucky.

He finds you near the metal rails. You were leaning forward, your body facing the city lights. You looked like a part of the city view. He knew he had messed up as he walked closer to you. He left you alone the moment he could. A date wasn't supposed to do that. He knew that! But he was sure you would be understanding. He needed to take advantage of this night.

That's why you brought him here, right?

“Dove,” he said, taking your attention away from the view of the bustling nightlife.

“I see you're making connections, pup.”

“Pup?” he questioned, his tone turning wary.

“Of course, a pup. A pet wagging its tail to an owner who doesn't give a shit. Dr. Gaul, she treats you like an obedient dog baiting you with treats. For her you're disposable, a dog to put down when you'll bite her hand. And here you are in the gala I bought you too, kissing her ass in front of everyone as if they can't see through her bullshit.” You take a deep breath, trying to control yourself, “She sent you to death a day before, Coriolanus! If you're gonna continue to kiss her ass like a mindless pup wanting treats, by all means go ahead.”

Coriolanus takes a deep breath despite the fact he was offended; he didn't wanna fight with you. Coriolanus opens his mouth- he's interrupted by you before he can even begin speaking. You turned to face him. Your eyes glaring at him with anger.

“Not only that! You’re not disposable, Coryo. And I hate how people treat you that way. I am the only one who thinks that way. I am the one you left behind. You ran to Clemmie the moment you saw her and did you know what Festus Creed said to me? He said that I am here as your date and it's because I was available!”

“I have done so many things for you! From rigging the assignment of tributes to proposing the destruction of District thirteen. I have damned my morals for you! I would burn the world for you. And all I get is… this! It's fucking not worth it.”

You don't let Coriolanus speak a word. You tried to walk past him in a hurry but Coryo held your arm and pulled you back. He effortlessly pushes you onto the railing and traps you in.

“Don't talk to me that way,” Coriolanus said, his eyes blazing, his mind confused and his tone dark. “I know what I did was wrong. You should be understanding. What I am doing is for my future. I don't have the time to waste this night like you.” He doesn't bring up the mention of you rigging the tributes nor the nonsense of district thirteen. He will settle this first.

He continues, “What I was doing, it was to be expected. This was too good of an opportunity to let go of. Don't act stupid, dove. Act rationally.”

You scoff at his face and he feels his anger increasing. “Rationally? If you were rational, you would have waited for me to introduce you to the people. Do you know the power I carry, Coriolanus? Yet because of your prejudice against my background, you didn't use me to your advantage. I served myself to you on a silver platter and you left me to rot. Don't talk to me about rationality, love.”

“It's not because of your-” Coriolanus shuts his mouth when he sees tears falling down your cheeks. “Real or not?”

“Don't talk to me if you have to ask,” you sob.

He pulls you in his arms. He cages you, letting you ruin the suit with your tears. Due to the deep red fabric, the tear stains wouldn't be obvious. “I am sorry,” he whispered, genuinely.

He remembered your former words.

‘It's fucking not worth it.’

He tightened his hold around you, imprisoning you. He can't believe he messed this up this bad. The worst is it was his fault. He runs a hand through your hair, trying to calm you down. He whispers sweet nothings and apologies until the rise of your chest is steady.

“It's true. I have held prejudice against your background,” it felt wrong to admit this out loud. Coriolanus repeats, “I am sorry, dove.”

“You haven't been district for a long time and it's wrong for me to hold it against you. You're Capitol, not by blood but by deeds. It's more than enough.”

You pulled back, away from his arms. He mourns the loss in his mind, he wants to pull you in again immediately. You wipe your tears away. “I'll forgive you if you publicize our romance today.”

His eyes widened in shock. He wants to yell no! But then he remembered, ‘It's fucking not worth it.’ He takes a shaky breath, steeling his mind. He can't eat his words now. “Fine, sweetheart. You can tell the public Coriolanus Snow is yours and that you are mine.”

The smile you give him reminds him of a fox. He vaguely feels like he has fallen into a trap he can't get out of. Webs after web, he can't even imagine. He shakes himself clear of these thoughts.

You held out your hand, “Then come on Coriolanus Snow, my partner let me introduce you to some people who will like you very very much.”

He takes it. In his mind, he knows he has to ask you about the rigging and about the district that ruined his life.

He dreads it.

NEXT PART

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WARDROBE MALFUNCTION!

A smol bird requested for this to be written and so here I am, playing fairy godmother! If any of you have any sort of requests, just drop me a dm as I am revived from my death and ready to write more delulus as your solulus!

Context: What happens when your outfit decides NOT to cooperate with you? What will the boys do for you?

Disclaimer: This one-shot is created with me studying their lore on various websites and social media so that I could get a better idea on what colours they like/represent and what style they lean towards. Some of you may disagree but its okay! You can read it as it is and add in your own imagery of a suitable outfit by your hubbies! Warnings: Fluff that might rot your brains.

RAFAYEL

"I am almost done with this piece," Rafayel spoke, eyes still glued to his canvas, one hand holding up his messily stained colour palette, while the other held the brush as he drew strokes across the canvas. "Why don't you go and get changed as you wait for me to finish off this bit, yeah?"

"Yes sir." You quirkily replied and you stood up, spotting him sending you a teasing look given the way you addressed him. Earlier on, some strangers had came by Rafayel's mansion with Thomas to deliver some clothes. Apparently, these clothes are custom made by those luxurious brands specifically for Rafayel. Thomas addressed it as this was one of the ways the luxury brands show their support towards Rafayel's works. ONE OF THE WAYS... At this point, you are convinced that Rafayel is a huge deal and having luxurious brands begging on their knees to work with him sounded like a dream that would never come true to you.

The dress that sat on the bed was delivered for you as well, as per Rafayel's request. There was objection amongst the team that were handling the sponsorship and ambassador deals for the brand. But Rafayel spoke through the phone like he owns the company. "If she does not get a gown, then our business ends. Right now." He hung up abruptly, and the next thing he knew, the dress showed up at his door in less than 30 minutes.

Any brands, regardless luxurious or not, knows the right way and only way to please Rafayel. One wrong move and you are off the chart and some other brand may easily replace you. Hence, nobody dares to mess with Rafayel. Except for you. "The dress on the bed is yours!" He shouted from the living room and you picked up the dress.

The chiffon textured dress is of a forest green colour, going all the way down to your ankles. The strapless design made you gulped as you are not used to outfits of this measure, given the nature of your work, whereas your attire has to be 'appropriate for work in times of need'. Touching the inner material, you sighed in relief as you realised that there was bra padding for you hence you do not have to go all the way out to get a new bra just for this event.

Putting on the dress and zipping it up was easy, and you fit almost perfectly into the dress. The keyword being ALMOST. As you lifted your hands up, the dress started sliding down like it is a floatie on a wet water slide and woop, off it went and onto the ground. You panicked, bending down in one fell swoop and trying to gather the dress so that you can pull it up to your chest again.

But it does not let you go past the waist area unless you unzip it. Groaning, you struggled to find the zip as the dress is really puffy and you did not want to ruin the designer dress. "Is everything okay?" Rafayel stood at the doorway, leaning against the side of his door, as he watched you with amusement written all over his face. He has been standing there for quite a while hasn't he?

You gasped, pulling whatever that is on the floor to cover your chest area and he walked over, analysing the dress and scowling when he found out the reason. "I should have gotten them to measure you instead of just bringing you a standard fit." He took his phone out of his pocket and tapped on the screen a couple of times. His eyes looked back at you and you bit your lip in embarassment. "Your curves are way too beautiful to be hidden amongst this pile of leaves."

His comment made you giggled. Guess he has the same thought as you. "Toss the dress aside darling, I will get you a new one." Another few taps of the finger, he shows you the dress he has in mind. A purple dress with extravagant sleeves, puffing out like how a jellyfish would and you instantaneously knew why he opted for this dress. "I like purple better anyways."

"But wait Rafayel... this dress is not entirely scrap, maybe I can sew a temporary knot on it to tighten the top so it won't fall off. And there is really no need for you to get another custom one for me as we are running out of time." Your suggestion made him stare at you, purple-blue pupils blown wide as if he has really just witnessed a shark eating grass. iykyk.

He walked over and grabbed you by your waist and pulled you close to him, so close that you could hear the sound of his heart against yours. But at this moment, maybe he could hear yours louder than his. "Nobody can put a price on your love for me. EVER. But, I can sure as hell throw out any price on anyone, regardless the amount, as a representation of how much you worth to me." You looked away immediately, eyes stared at the arms that were holding you in place. He kissed your forehead, chuckling, before he pressed his phone against his ear. "Now, let's see who can make this dress for the price I am willing to pay in 30 minutes time." he makes me feel something

ZAYNE

You waited on a bench in front of Akso Hospital. You figured it would be a great idea to wait for Zayne as he finishes work early today and you might be able to grab dinner with him. You were mindlessly scrolling through your phone, looking through your daily for-you-page before a shadow loomed over you. You looked up and no doubt, it is Zayne aka the great and almightly Elsa.

"How long have you been sitting here?" He asked you, before handing you a candy that he had fished out from the pocket of his trench coat. "I was planning to meet you slightly later at your condo." The thought of him initially wanting to surprise you made your heart fluttered. You see, Zayne is a more upfront guy so having him to plan surprises are one of the uncalled scenarios.

"I had only been here for a couple of minutes." You lied, taking the candy out of his palm and unwrapped it before you tossed it into your mouth. The raise of his eyebrow towards you made your breath hitched as he knew you too well that you could not lie to him in his face. "Fine, I had waited here since 5pm." This made Zayne looked down at his wrist watch.

"So it's been an hour and 15 minutes?" He side eyed you and you admitted it by nodding your head. "Next time, it would be better if you were to just wait for me at home. If it wasn't for a full deck today at the hospital, I might just be covering shifts for other people and that might be inconvenient for you." But, he himself actually noticed you exactly an hour and 15 minutes, from his office's window, before his upcoming surgery. He had another three surgeries lined up for the night, but fearing that you may end up waiting the whole night for him, he decided to cancel his schedule for the night and transfer the case to other doctors. Even workaholics take a break. iykyk

"But I just wanted to come over to check up on you. I even chose to sit outside so that you would not be distracted as you are working." You pouted, hands picking at the hem of your shirt. You felt Zayne's hand landed on the top of your head, a gesture of love and comfort. He patted and smoothed your brunette strands back and you stared up at him. "I shall wait for you at home next time okay?"

"Now that's a good girl." killmeplease Zayne smiled warmly. "Now, lets get you back alright? My car is parked right by the road side. Come on." Hands around your waist, he slowly walked you over to his car. The smell of his cologne lingered on your nose, the smell of mint and dashes of cinnamon. Just like his personality, icy as mint but warm and welcoming as cinnamon once you get to know him.

He opened the car door for you and as you walked over to get into the car, your shirt got hooked against one of the metal wires that went astray from the metal fencing and the next thing you heard was the sound of a ripping cloth. You yelped as you stumbled and Zayne slotted himself right in front of you, shocked as well and using his body to block you from falling further. "Oh my..." Your cursed under your breath as your hands were against his washboard abs, steadying yourself. doublekill

He guided you into the car slowly before getting into the driver side himself. When he had started the car and turned on the air conditioning, he turned to look at you. "How bad is the rip?" He asked and you lifted the hem of your shirt, showing the rip that is around 4cm long.

"Why does this have to happen to one of my favourite shirt?" You frowned, fingers won't stop touching and fidgeting with the ripped edge.

"Do they still sell this shirt?" Zayne asked, hands reaching over to tug against the shirt, as if to examine the material of the outfit. The shake of your head made him sigh and he gestured to the glovebox. "Open the glovebox and take out the black pouch please."

You did as you were told and you watched in confusion as he took off his trench coat and placed it onto your lap. The coat still radiating warmth that was collected off of his body heat. He opened the black pouch and laid it flat on the arm rest of his car, and inside of the pouch was an array of threads and needles. "Are these suture needles?"

"Yes." His response was prompt. "Take off your shirt and hand it to me please." He requested and you gulped. Using the trench coat to block his view, you slowly took off your shirt and then wrapped his trench coat around your whole front. You knew that he had probably seen many naked bodies given his line of work but something about this scenario, with you being with him only in a car, felt very intimate and it made you very anxious. "You know how to sew?"

"I am a doctor, I know how to suture. And it is the same concept as sewing, but only with different kinds of needles and threads." He then started sewing, his concentration a trait you find admirable. It did not took him long when he finished sewing your shirt and he handed it back to you, the thread sewed on has gaps of equal length and was tied off neatly. As expected of one of the top doctors from Akso Hospital. As he started driving, he added. "Although I had managed to sew the shirt for you, I believe with my connections, I would be just as capable to find you the same shirt. Then, you would never have to complain about this being your only favourite shirt."

XAVIER

You were going about your day in your own house before you heard your doorbell ringing. You placed your bowl of cereal down and took a glance on the clock on your phone. Who dares to threaten your peaceful weekend? You went over to the door and you opened it to reveal your blond hair lover. "Xavier?" You asked, eyebrows furrowed when he smiled at you.

"Good morning, I see someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." He teased and stepped in, holding out a parcel for your. "I believe this belongs to you?" The small rip at the top side of your parcel indicated that he probably took a peek on what's inside. Acknowledging the parcel, you took it off of his hands and you blushed, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind your ear.

"Good morning to you too. I guess I might have accidentally wrote your level instead of mine." You bit your bottom lip and you heard him chuckle in return. "But thanks for coming down to deliver this to me when you could have just asked me to get it from you." "But I wanted to see you personally. And seeing the clothes that are in the parcel, I thought I could get to watch you try them on too." His blunt answer made you stare at him like a mad man. His blue eyes however, glinted with nothing but honesty. This guy may be mysterious but he sure is straightforward in stating what he has on his mind. He probably noticed the way you reacted and he took a step back, retracing his words and slightly coughing to ease the awkwardness. "I mean, I would like to see you trying out these new outfits that you had gotten for yourself. It would be a good past time for me."

You chuckled at how goofy this guy is and gestured towards him to go and sit at the couch. You went into the room to get yourself changed and it was as if today is your fashion show day. You strutted out in different outfits, layered against one another and watched the way Xavier would react to you, either fascinated, or straight down confused. There was even this one time, he would just have a blank expression where you wore an oversized shirt under your tshirt. Clothing trends on the streets nowadays baffles him and he wondered if he was the one that was left out from the fashion ring.

Your last outfit featured you in a semi see through tank top and a pair of cargo pants. Not to mention, the tank top seemed to be too small for you as the way the blond boy sees it, it was holding onto your figure for dear life and barely leaving anything more to one's imagination. And the thought itself ticked him off. When you looked over towards Xavier, he does not look surprised nor confused, but rather bland. "What do you think?" Your tone came off to be amused and you did a twirl in front of him before you took a seat right next to him.

Xavier anxiously gulped and looked away from you, his voice low as he muttered. "I don't think this outfit looks nice on you, girlfriend." The way he shifted in his seat made you cornered him against the couch even more, wanting a better explanation. "The top you are wearing. I don't like it."

"And why so?" You asked, looking down at your top and adjusting it. "This is the trend nowadays, they call it the Y2K trend I think. And this tank top was on sale, so I just got it."

"I can buy you some other clothes. Even the ones that are not going to be on sale." He retorted, eyeing the tank top you were wearing with an underlying anger. "I just don't think I would like to see you wearing this in public. It is too revealing, and I guess tight on your body."

His answer painted your cheeks red and you gasped. What were you thinking? Of course you had forgotten about his possesive nature. He does not show it much and having such a pretty boy face like him further disconnects the word 'possessive' from his character. He reached into his hoodie's front pocket and pulled out his phone, opening up an app and handed the phone to you. When you refused to take it, he lifted his torso off of the couch to 'force' you to take his phone. Just like how you had previously pressed your body against him, this is his turn to take his small and sweet revenge. You panicked as he closed the gap between you two and within the next minute, he was pressed against you, one of his hand at the side of your head and another still holding his phone up to you, his gaze intense. "Just choose whatever you want from my phone, my card information is all in there. And perhaps before you check out, you can let me double check on the outfits you are getting." He low-key demanded before he explained himself for such a decision. "I just don't like nor want people staring wrongfully at what I treasure the most."

Another fluff for another day. I already did my best in having to think of different wardrobe malfunctions as I did not want one theme of wardrobe malfunction to be stagnant across the whole story for all three of the boys. SO I hope you would understand my lovelies. :,) I am very very free so I will be posting more regularly for these few weeks. SO please do show me more love and support as that would aid me in my motivation in writing!

Do check out my other works as well!

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Hope your Delulu is satisfied my lovelies <3

#love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #rafayel sfw #rafayel x reader #xavier love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #xavier x reader

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gabessquishytum · 3 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/athymelyreply/741449177837584384/reggyjester-skeletalroses-so-this-is-a?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/phoebo-fugiente/741458451982630912?source=share

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So between these two posts taking me out at the knees for different reasons, I now have Corset Thoughts:

Dream is corsetiere and he vends at his local Renaissance Faire. His corsets are all handmade, high quality and absolutely beautiful. He's very popular and his stall is always full of customers, especially because he accommodates so many different body types.

Hob is at the Renaissance Faire with his girlfriend, and it is her goal to get one of Dream's corsets. She's saved up her money, brought her measurements, etc. Hob decides to indulge her and try on one of the men's corsets Dream has available, and he has a million realizations at once about his body and how good it can look in a well fitting corset.

Ultimately, Hob doesn't buy his own corset even though his girlfriend agrees he looks amazing and absolutely deserves to have a nice quality corset of his own. But Hob is saving up money to propose, and he just doesn't have the extra cash to spend it on an impulse. His girlfriend leaves happily with her purchase though and swears they'll be back next year to get her a second one AND Hob's first corset.

One year later, Hob is back but he's alone this time. Turns out they wanted different things in life so they broke up and it's fine. They're still friendly. But Hob hasn't stopped thinking about that corset. Or the gorgeous coset maker at the Faire. And now that he no longer has a girlfriend to buy an engagement ring for, he now has a lot of extra cash to buy himself a corset... or three.

Hi this is so good!!!! I’m super obsessed with corsets in general and I am constantly in awe of corsetieres, their craftsmanship, and their dedication to making things that are size inclusive. The fact that we’re all acknowledging now that men in corsets are fucking incredible is a very good thing indeed.

I’m just imagining Dream’s face lighting up because he remembers Hob from the previous year and was hoping he’d come back. If he’s honest with himself he’s VERY attracted to Hob but he disguises his interest by asking if he can take a few pictures while Hob tries on the various available styles. He’s trying to get as many pictures as possible for his website so he can show that corsets are perfect for everyone! And Hob looks so good, he clearly belongs front and centre in Dream’s new marketing strategy…

So Hob hands over his measurements, and Dream brings out a selection of different designs for him to try. Most are the traditional laced up variety, but he’s also been experimenting with Velcro as some people can’t manage the laces so easy. Hob gushes on about how talented and thoughtful Dream is, and he seems to be completely in his element as he tries each one on and poses for photos. Dream blushes and stammers and asks if Hob’s girlfriend liked her corset? Which leads to Hob explaining about the breakup.

Dream feels a huge sense of relief, and doesn’t feel quite so terrible about the fact that he can’t keep his eyes off Hob’s fantastic tits. The way the corset compresses the fabric of his shirt and makes absolutely sure that his chest hair is visible is driving Dream wild. His hands are shaking so much, he’s not even sure if the pictures he’s taking will be in focus.

Hob finally decides which corsets he’ll be taking home, and he can’t resist kissing the back of Dream’s hand in thanks. And when he cautiously asks if Dream would care to meet him at the mead tent when he’s due for a break, Dream nearly abandons his stall altogether just at the mere offer. Luckily, one of the other vendors offers to watch his stall for a bit, so Hob is able to spirit Dream away just for a little while. Yes, they do spend the whole time making out in a quiet corner, and yes, Dream does finally cop a feel of the Hoboobies.

Hob is about to have sooooo many pretty outfits designed just for him, the lucky bastard. In all fairness, he was absolutely made to wear corsets. Dream definitely isn’t letting him go!

#seiya-starsniper #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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sugawhaaa · 8 days

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I had to hop in here straight away when I saw that your requests were open bcs istg I am SUCH a horny mess for Kwak Jiseok.

Aight so hear me out, something that personally really turns me on is taking photos of myself in revealing clothing or lingerie, not necessarily for sexting… just like the actual taking of the pictures is really hot for me yk?

So what I’m requesting here is something that has been taking up so much of my headspace that it’s honestly obsessive… and that’s a sexual photoshoot with Jiseok.

He’s the photographer, and he has a bunch of outfits that he wants the reader to wear… and even more poses in mind. Plus, if reader is a well behaved model and gets him the pictures he wants, he might reward her.

hope that makes sense!!

•°~★JISEOK X READER★~°•

High fashion

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Warnings::SMUT! VULGAR LANGUAGE!

Genre:: oral (f/m rec) fingering, cowgirl, hair pulling, PRAISE, pet names cream pie (don't try this at home) cum-shot, idk if this is relevant but it's mentioned a lot that he has a big cock 💀

Pairing:: dom!Jiseok x sub!fem!reader

A//N:: honestly I've never gotten a request like this before I was quite shocked 😭 I'm not complaining though, I'm happy to step out of my comfort zone and expirement a little bit. I was kinda torn on how I wanted to write this but I'll try my best 💪 also dw as a Gaon biased I can confirm that pretty much anyone who biases him is a down bad whore for him 💀

Songs that inspired this fanfic::

There is a business for everything. You were very well aware of that as a model for specifically...suggestive things. You modeled for all sorts of things. Bathing suits, bras, underwear, lingerie, and even certain sex toys. You had your fair share of acting as well. You were in a very select few porn videos, mainly because the pay was really, really, high. You definitely didn't hate your job. It made you feel good about yourself and comfortable in your own skin. You were heavily praised by fans for being "so brave" but in reality it made you feel good and you wouldn't have it any other way.

One day you were hanging out in your house, like one does, when you received an email from a designer. It was very professional and full of detail but to sum it up, this designer asked you to model their newest lingerie sets for them. You thought about it for a moment and looked at their website. It was full of beautifully designed lingerie and robs. The website itself was very professional with lots of details. It seemed trustworthy and you agreed to work with them.

A few days later you located the shop and went inside. You took a look around at the shop. It was small but filled with lots of items, but it wasn't crowded either. There was plenty of room to move around and look through everything. You noticed a woman at the front desk when she suddenly came up to you.

"Sorry we just closed we'll be open again tomorrow at 10 am if you'd like to come back," she smiled. She clearly didn't know that you were here to model so she mustn't be the designer. You took off your sunglasses and looked at her warmly.

"I'm actually a model. This is my first time modeling for this shop," you explained and the woman smiled.

"Oh, my apologies! Let me call him in," she smiled and went back to the desk. Call him over? Him?? You thought to yourself as you walked over to her desk. She pressed a button and spoke into a small mic. "There's a model waiting to see you," she said and the doors behind her opened moments after. A young man came rushing out. He had dark red hair and seemed like he was in his early to mid-twenties. He had a measuring tape around his neck and a pencil tucked above his ear.

"Ah, you must be Y/N~!" He smiled and came over to you, extending his hand. You shook his hand as your heart jumped out of your chest. "So I have a lot to go over with you. If you don't mind why don't we go into my workshop?" He gestured to the doors and you blushed.

"S-Sure, that sounds good," you smiled and followed him to his workshop.

"Sorry for the mess I hardly ever have time to clean around here with so many requests," he chuckles as you look around the room. Shelves filled with all kinds of fabrics and lace. Sketches of designs were tacked to a Bristol board near his main desk area. "I have quite a few different sets if you'd want to choose which ones to wear or anything," he said as he pulled out a large tablet and starting going through photos he took of all the sets.

"Don't worry about it. I'm comfortable wearing whatever you want me to," you smiled and he looked up at you with curious eyes.

"As long as you're sure..." he looked at you one last time before confirming that's truly what you wanted. "Okay then, I'll pick them out for you," he went over to a clothing rack he had and picked out a few for you. He held them up and eyed them to your body portions. "Do you know what size you are?" He said as he continued to sort through his designs.

"Yeah I'm about a Y/S, (your/size)" You shrugged. He nodded and swapped out a few of the designs for smaller or bigger ones.

After getting all the outfits chosen and the sets he wanted for you he let you try on your first outfit. You went into the fitting room while he adjusted the set. You looked at the lingerie he presented to you. Of course it was red and you looked at yourself in the mirror for a while adjusting it and admiring yourself. Jiseok then knocked on the door.

"Hey, are you dressed?" He asked softly. You got drawn back to reality from your day dreaming.

"Oh yes," you chuckled before opening the door. Jiseok had his professional camera around his neck as he held it with one hand. He looked you up and down and his face turned a soft pink.

"So I was thinking," he said before clearing his throat. "This bathroom is really nice," he smiled and you looked confused.

"Yes...it is," you said awkwardly.

"I think it'd be good to take a few photos in here!" He smiled and closed the door behind himself as he walked in. You nodded and waited for him to tell you what to do. "Could you lean back against the counter and kind of drop your head back to let your hair flow down," he asked as he gestured to the counter. You did as he suggested. He crouched down and held up his camera. He leaned forward and adjusted your leg slightly.

The brief second of contact was oddly exhilarating. You continued to pose as you heard the sound of the camera click. He moved to a different angle and took two more photos. "Okay now can you stand up straight and put your left hand across your upper chest," he said as he moved around to the front of you. You did as he said. "Tilt your head a bit to the left, like away from me," he said as he kept his eyes on your body. You did as he said and he smiled. "Perfect, just like that," he said as he snapped a few photos before squatting again to get some lower ones. "Okay now look over at the wall," he pointed to the left as he kept looking at you through the camera. "Perfect~" he prolonged the "per" in his words.

This process continued a few times in various locations with various outfits. You were in the washroom changing outfits again when you looked out the window to see it was dark. You continue to change into a beautiful white set. There was a little robe that went over top of it and you just fell in love with the design. You walk out confidently and Jiseok smiles.

"This one's absolutely gorgeous," you said as you looked at the silky fabric flowing off your body.

"Thank you," he smiled with red cheeks. "I just finished that design yesterday I believe," he looked you up and down before biting his lip slightly. "Alright, ahem, for this one we're gonna use the bed,"

You nodded and sat down on the bed. "Okay, can you go on your knees and sit down, putting your legs in a W shape?" He asked as he adjusted the camera lens. You nodded and did as he said. "Now lean back and spread your legs a bit more," you followed his instructions and watched him stay focused on his work. You bit your lip as you watched him. "Good girl," he said in a low voice and your heart skipped a beat.

Was that meant to be sensual or not?

You asked yourself. You remained focused and continued to hold your pose. "Okay now look to your right just a little bit," he moved his finger to the right as he looked into the camera. "Perfect. Stay just like that," he smiled and took a few photos. "Alright very good. Now lay back a bit more and cross your right leg over your left thigh," he said as he stood up.

You followed his directions and posed accordingly. He approached you and moved the robe a bit to expose more of your ass. You had to hold in your cheeky smile. "Relax," he said softly.

"R-Right," you blushed and composed yourself. He brushed back some of your hair to expose more of your skin and you felt your heart skip a beat.

"Perfect," he smiled and took a photo. "Now take a nice, slow deep breath for me," he said softly and you did as he asked. You took a deep breath in and heard the sound of the camera clicking. Then you let your breath out, and he took a few more photos. "Thank you, that was excellent," he smiled as he stood up and let his camera hang. He sat on the edge of the bed and you sat up.

"Your designs are beautiful, it was truly an honor to model for you," you smiled and leaned in closer to him. You looked down at his veiny hands and you blushed before instantly looking back up at him. He followed your gaze with a sly grin.

"You seemed to be looking at my hands a lot," he smiled as he leaned closer to you as well.

"Y-Yeah, I just have a thing for hands," you say before thinking. You pause and realize how out of pocket you must sound. He chuckled slightly. "No, no, that's not what I mean, I mean like..." you blushed and he smiled.

"If you haven't noticed, I have a thing for lingerie," Jiseok smirked and you looked at him attentively. "And elegant women, women that know they're worth yet sometimes still shy, women who model. Or you could say I have a thing for you," he smiled cheekily as he leaned closer. He twirled your hair around his finger as you looked at him with a flushed face. "Tell me, do you just have a thing for my hands or is there more?" He leaned in for a kiss but waited for you to give in. You leaned in and kissed him, he put his hands in your hair. You put your hands around the back of his neck and leaned back. You fell to the bed and he pinned you to it.

"I have a thing for guys with the name Kwak Jiseok," you smiled and he chuckled. He slid one of his hands up your body, tracing the stitch bands around your thighs and hips. He kissed between your collarbones softly. You leaned your head back to give him more access to your neck and chest.

"I'm so addicted to you," he grinned before kissing your neck and sucking on the skin. You inch your hips up to hit Jiseoks. His body jerks slightly from the sudden contact against his erection straining against his pants. He lets go of your skin from his lips and his head falls down. The roots of his hair being the only thing you can see. His hands continue to roam around your body as he kisses down your chest and stomach, just to the waistband of your panties. He looks up at you with hooded eyes.

You extend your hand down to run your fingers through his dark hair. He pressed the flat of his tongue against your clothed clit. You jumped and your legs inched closer to each other. Jiseok smirked and brought his hands down to your hips. He pulled off your panties, leaving them on the corner of the bed as he indulged in your pussy. He dived his head down in between your folds and slurped all your slickness.

The lewd sounds echoed in the empty studio. Your chest heaved at the pleasure coursing through your body.

"Yes," you moaned softly as you grab his head to steady yourself. His tongue flicks your clit as his hands claw at the outside of your thighs. He buries his face in your pussy. You arch your back, bucking your hips into his jaw. You can feel him smirk against your aching core. He pulls back to breathe for a minute.

"You taste so fucking good," he says before licking his lips. His plump lips wet from your juices. The tip of his nose and chin glistening. He leans back down to continue his meal. He takes another long lick up your folds and you can't keep your loud moans in. He begins to circle his tongue around the lips of your pussy as his fingers tease your entrance. His nose presses against your clit, creating an insane amount of stimulation. It's no doubt that this isn't his first rodeo. His techniques were sending sparks throughout your entire body.

The sounds of him slurping up your juices ring in your ears as you feel your climax approaching you quickly. "J-Jiseok, I'm close," you manage to whimper out between loud moans and intense gasps for air. Jiseok just continued to eat you out like you were his last meal. You grabbed his hair in a tight fist as your legs shake, threatening to close and lock around his head. "Jiseok!" You call out his name as flicks your clit mercilessly. You come undone beneath him. Your legs locking around his head as he licks up all of your cum.

Once you come down from your high you open your legs. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, it was like a reflex," you apologize but Jiseok cuts you off.

"Shh, shh," he shakes his head. You pause and watch him attentively. He sticks his tongue out and runs his index and middle finger down the outside of his tongue. His fingers glistening from your cum. You blush and feel your walls tighten around nothing from the excitement of his flirtatious action. You bite your lip. "You were such a good little girl," he cooes as he leans over top of you. You see his shirt covered in miscellaneous liquids. He starts unbuttoning his shirt as he sits on his knees.

He throws his shirt aside and you admire his toned body. You extend a hand out to run along his abdomen. His skin is so soft and smooth. You look up at him to see a playful grin on his lips. You travel your hand down to his waistband tugging on it lightly.

"You want a turn now?" He says in a creamy low voice that makes the butterflies in your stomach fly south. You nod softly and he lets out a little sigh. He unbuttons his dress pants and takes them off along with his boxers, finally freeing his member.

He lays back on the bed and you instantly crawl beside him, eager to play with his cock. You can't help but admire the way it stands against his stomach. You grab him from the base and take one long lick up his length. A soft moan escapes his lips as his body jerks lightly. "Good girl," he says as he brushes back your [H/L] hair. You look at his erection worriedly. You hesitantly open your mouth and approach his tip. "If you don't want to baby you don't have to," he says softly, misenturpitating your hesitation.

"No, no I want to. I'm just not sure if I can't fit it all in my mouth," you chuckle with an embarrassed smile.

"Don't worry about fitting it all, that's what your hands are for doll," he smiles as he plays with your hair. You nod and put your lips around him. He groans loudly, seething between his teeth. "Fuck, baby," he grunts as he holds your hair in a messy ponytail. You hold the bottom of his length, rotating your hand from extra stimulation. "Good girl, just like that," he praises, knowing you're trying your best. You Bob your head slowly adjusting to his size.

You roll your tongue around as you stuff him in your mouth. He grunts lowly and you can see him trying to keep his hips from bucking into your mouth. He's trying not to push you past your comfort zone but he's also losing it. "You're doing so good," he continues to praise as he plays with your hair. His praise encourages you to take a little bit more of him in your mouth. You begin to Bob your head faster from the encouragement.

"Yes!" He moans loudly his hips ever so slightly bucking up. "Fuck, I'm trying so hard baby but you're making me go crazy," he admits as he holds your head. You rub the tip of his cock on the inside of your cheek as you continue to suck him off. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth and both of you know he's just about to go over the edge. "I'm gonna cum!" He moans and you slip him off of your lips, his cum squirting up into your face.

His cum drips down from your eyebrows to your chin. He lets go of your hair as he pants heavily. You lick up his length to taste every drop of his sweetness.

"You're so hot," he says in a low raspy voice. He suddenly picks you up by your hips and holds you just above his tip. "Are you ready for this?" Jiseok asks in a soft voice.

You nod "Yes," you bite your lip eagerly.

"Are you sure?" He asks one more time to be sure. You nod vigorously and he finally lets go of your hips. You slowly sink onto him, his cock stretching you perfectly. You throw your head back as you let out a loud moan. "You're s-so tight," he groans as he holds your hips again. You fully sit down on his length and take a moment to adjust to him.

You slowly start to roll your hips on him. You feel his tip hit so deep inside you. You clench around him as your body jolts forward in pleasure, your semen-covered hand over your mouth. Jiseok reaches up to you with shaking hands. "I want to hear you," he grunts and you put your hand down. You start to get used to his size and start to slowly rise up and down on his cock. He swears he can see stars from the way you move on him.

He grips your hips harshly before you start bouncing on him. The sound of your skin colliding rings in your ears. You watch as his chest heaves. He extends a hand up to your tits which are currently bouncing with your pace. He slides his fingertips under the fabric he used only a week ago. He never could've guessed he'd be here now.

He runs his fingertips over your nipple adding to the sensations coursing through you. "I'm close," you moan as you bounce faster, your walls clenching around him.

"Good baby," he chuckles. "Keep using me until you're satisfied," he smirks as he feels his climax approaching as well. The feeling of your pussy hugging every vein in his cock so tightly drives him insane. He feels like you're just milking him into nothing. "I'm gonna cum, where do you want it?" He says through deep, raspy, breaths.

"Inside," you moan out loudly as you orgasm, your legs shaking as you claw at his chest. He grabs your hips and thrusts into you a few more times causing you to let out a hoarse moan. You were already sensitive from just orgasming so intensely that this could just break you.

You felt his hot semen fill you up. His body glistens in sweat beneath you as the two of you pant in unison. You look down and slowly slide off his cock. A mixture of your pleasure pours from your pussy. Jiseok quickly presses his thumb against your entrance. You look at him surprised as cum drips from his thumb.

He pants as he looks up at you, strands of his hair stuck to his forehead.

"So, you wanna model for me again next week? Same time?" He chuckles before licking his lips.

A/N:: not to toot my own horn or anything but omg I love this fanfic *lip bite emoji* literally (s)creamed while proofreading it

#xdinary heroes #xdh imagines #xdh smut #xdinari hero fanfic #xdinary heroes fluff #xdh #xdh x reader #xdh fluff #xdinary heroes hard thoughts #xdinary heroes hard stan #requests #request #gaon xdinary heroes #kwak jiseok fanfic #kwak jiseok #kwak jiseok smut

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thecephalopodagency · 5 months

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okay so im currently in a ladybug/batman/justice league phase and every time marinette is kidnapped by the riddler shes like 'your suit is so awful' but i was thinking, as someone who does love the outfit, what if she did too?

so imagine marinette gets kidnapped by the riddler who plans on doing the usual riddler thing leading batman on a multi riddle scavenger hunt to find her and the moment she wakes up and she sees his suit she loves it?

hes standing there trying to explain to her the situation she's in but she's gushing about the embroidery of the question marks and the quality of the suit and somehow, her hands are free and her sketchbook is out (how did she do that? he was watching her the entire time one second hands tied, the next shes scribbling away)

she starts designing a new suit and hes so confused and just shocked by her reaction that he just starts answering her questions about his style and color choice on autopilot while he tries to figure out what is going on

shes somehow got the tape measure out and taken his measurments (she was literally chained to the chair, maybe her hands werent secured tightly enough, but the chains?? what is happening?)

just as hes starting to pull himself together shes showing off a whole page of alterations to his suit and a whole entire new one that, not gonna lie, he instantly wants on his body immediately

one thing leads to another, a few days later marinette is walking out of his base of her own free will and the riddler is admiering his new suit and the MDC buisness card she handed him before she left

(during this batman is losing his mind trying to figure out riddlers game since he was too busy getting a new outfit to actually send the rest of his riddles so the information batman got from the first riddle never led anywhere)

#maribat #ladybug x batman #miraculous ladybug crossover #batman crossover #hoping i tagged this right so i dont clog up the ladybug or batman tags

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secretsandwriting · 6 months

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Come On Darling

Part one has gotten a lot of attention and all the comments were really motivating so have a part two. Idk how good it is, i wrote this in the same general time it took me to write part one so hopefully it's decent.

Part One

"Hello, welcome to Roselight! How may I help you today?" The girl working there didn't even stutter when she saw Noah. She must be used to it in such an expensive shop like this one.

"I need a new tailored suit, she needs a full closet." You could almost see the dollar signs adding up behind her eyes.

"Of course! I'll have the tailors get prepared. As for her what are you thinking about for full closet? Different styles? All dressy? Casual? Sexy?" She didn't even look at you, just paying attention. While she and Noah were talking, you looked around the store. Eyes stopping on one of the other employees smiled at you. She was dressed down a little more than all the others, still in all designer. She seemed more normal then high class like everyone else working.

"Well, then are you ready to start shopping?" She was looking at you expectantly.

"No." Noah's arm you were told to hold onto tightened. His hand resting on yours. Not a threat a warning. "I was hoping I could work with her." You motioned to the employee you had seen earlier. Noah's arm relaxed.

"Unfortunately, she's not a shopper. She just helps stock and bag items."

"She'll be a shopper today then." Noah ordered. She finally started getting nervous.

"A manager has to sign off on i-"

"Then get a manager." Noah interrupted. "She wants to work with her, and we don't want to stand her arguing." A hurried, "I'll get one" was thrown over her shoulder as she retreated to the back. Remerging a minute later, a sharply dressed man following her.

"Hello, I'm Marcus, one of the managers. What can I do for you today?"

"She needs a new wardrobe and would like her to help." Noah motioned to the girl. Marcus glanced over at the girl, who looked like she was starting to get a little nervous with the attention she was getting for a reason she wasn't aware of. Marcus glanced at you next, understanding flashed through his eyes.

"Ah, of course. I'll go inform her of your request and as long as she agrees to it, I'll sign off on it."

"No i-"

"That would be great!" You interrupted Noah. You didn't want to pressure her into having to deal with Noah. Marcus came back a few minutes later, the girl following behind him.

"This is Jackie, she's agreed to help you and I've signed off her helping." His gaze was directed at directly at you. "All commissions will go to her for this sale." Noah's posture changed, considering Jackie's shift, it wasn't good.

"Thank you, that was my next question." Once again Noah relaxed. He had to be overly stressed because that could not be normal.

"I'll leave Jackie with you, let me know if there's anything I can help with." Marcus excused himself. Noah gave the same instructions he gave Caroline and Jackie wrote a few things down in a small notebook.

"Ok, whole new closet?" Jackie looked at you. "You've told me. I'm asking Y/n now." Jackie interrupted Noah when he tried to tell her again. She turned back to you. You nodded. "All styles?" Another nod. "No budget?"

"Budget." Noah immediately started protesting. Jackie waited until they stopped.

"Alright, we can easily get everything you need and any extra you want with 1 Million. So we'll set that as a tentative budget. Budget for you, tentative for the no budget peanut gallery." You were soon whisked away to a small room to get measured. With that out of the way, you were lead to a room full of overpriced clothes and accessories.

Anything you looked at twice or seemed interested in was added to a growing pile of try ons. Once you had ten full outfits, try ons started. Jackie was exactly what you wanted. If it looked good, she made sure you knew it. If it didn't look good, she figured out why. Certain styles were completely removed from the cart, some colors were pulled out too. She didn't try to get you to like the most expensive styles, or the big trends, her focus was solely on what you liked and what looked good on you. Something you were very grateful for.

Four hours of shopping later, and you were lead out to the main room where you had come in. Noah joined you and paid for the large amount of clothing you had liked enough to leave with.

Next you were taken to a shoe store. This time you had a name Jackie had given you. Another sign off and bags left with Noah, you got to work looking for shoes.

An hour and a half and 6 pair of shoes later, you were taken to a makeup store. Another name and sign off, more bags left with Noah and the process started all over again.

Three hours later, Noah paid and you left the outlet and went back to the hotel. Food was dropped off at the room and Noah inhaled his before changing and running out the door for a meeting away from the hotel. A quick "Here's my card, Don't leave the hotel or there will be problems." was thrown over his shoulder before the door was closed.

You started putting your things away, quickly realizing there wasn't enough room for all your new things and Noah's in the small closet in the room. So you made a call to the front desk and a half hour later a clothing rack with a few shelves at the bottom was delivered to your room. Setting it up was easy.

The hard part was deciding if you wanted to risk being petty and moving his things or just putting yours there.

Petty won.

If he was going to force you to get an entire new closet of clothes, you were going to put them in a closet. While moving his suits you snorted to yourself. If circumstances had been different, this shopping spree would have been a dream come true, but now, it just felt like something you would have to worry about repaying later.

Once all of his clothes hanging up were moved, you put his shoes on the bottom shelf. Once you were finished moving his things and adding yours, you moved onto the dresser. Moving his things into two of the six drawers and filled the other four with yours. Next step was rearranging the bathroom to add in the large amount of random makeup things you had gotten.

With nothing else to do, you looked through the list of things the hotel offered and decided to go get a massage. The shopping spree and large total numbers had apparently tired you enough that you didn't really care if Noah was upset.

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Noah came back from the meeting to a dark and empty hotel room. Nicolas thankfully kept his head and told Noah to call the front desk to see if they had seen her. That phone call lead him to the spa where he was let into a small room where you were laying face down on a table while a woman worked on the knots in your back.

"He needs to go next. He seems way to tense to be healthy." Noah just stared at you in exasperation, questioning why the hell he was putting himself through all of this for Alec

#noah sebastian x reader #Noah sebastian #mafia au #bad omens #bad omens cult #bad omens band

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sebsgirl71479 · 11 months

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Wedding Hijinx

Bucky Barnes x Curvy Female Avenger

Warnings: maybe some cursing, fluff, tiny bit of angst, mention of stippers.

Word count: 3,142

A/N: I started this at 10pm all because of an episode of Designing Women. I know some of you may not have watched this show but you should lol. I hope you enjoy this thing that wouldn’t leave my brain.

This story begins 2 days before the wedding of 2 well known Avengers. James ‘Bucky’ Barnes & Y/N Y/L/N. 2 years ago Bucky and y/n started dating. After a mission that caused Bucky to be hospitalized, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with y/n. Have children, buy a home, maybe get a cat. So 3 days after he was released from the med-bay, went to his closet and rummaged through a box he had of things that were recovered for him from his family. When he found his ma’s wedding ring and in the most unromantic way (both of you weren’t very traditional.) He found you in the kitchen while you were making him lunch. He stood beside you, went down on one knee and proposed to you right there in the kitchen.

“Y/N the past 18 months have been amazing and this last mission had me thinking that, I can't live another day not having you as my wife. Angel, will you marry me?” You immediately tackled him and started kissing his face. “Bucky Barnes you adorable man, yes I will marry you!”

So here you are 2 days before you and Bucky’s wedding and you’re having the rehearsal dinner at the compound. Nothing elaborate, just a simple potluck dinner like you, Bucky and Sam used to have when you would visit Sam's sister Sarah in louisiana. In fact Sarah was your maid of honor and Wanda was one of your bridesmaids.

“Sweetheart, I don't want you to get too rowdy or crazy at your bachelor party tomorrow. I don't want to have to bail you out of jail.” You laugh a little at your joke.

“Don’t you worry angel. I told Sam I didn't want anything too wild. Just the guys playing poker and he said he got someone to serve us some very rare whiskey and cigars. I promise I’ll make sure nothing bad happens. Now should I be worried about what Sarah has planned for you tomorrow?”

“Not at all baby, we are just having a good old fashioned sleepover with the girls. You know I just like staying in.”

You give Bucky a kiss on the lips and continue to dance with each other.

The next day, the girls were getting the living room ready for the bachelorette sleepover. They told you not to enter until everyone arrived and you were in your pj’s and robe. While that was happening you were watching Bucky get dressed for his party. He looked so handsome in his black button down dress shirt, top two buttons undone. Black slacks and dress shoes. You’re trying to figure out a way to keep him home and cancel your party just so you can stay in bed and have sex all night.

“Are you sure you have to go tonight? You’re looking pretty sexy in that outfit, I just want to take it off and have my way with you.”

You tell him, sitting on the bed squeezing your thighs together and biting your lip. Bucky walks up to her and leans down and gives her a kiss that would make her knees weak if she were standing.

“Yes baby, I have to go. Otherwise Sam will have my neck and I don't want to hear it for the rest of my life that I missed my bachelor party.”

He stands back up and walks back over to the dresser to put on his watch. But before he can get away too far you smack his ass just for good measure. He looks back over at you like you just lost your mind.

“You know if you keep that up, you’re not going to like my punishment.”

“Well Sargent, I will be looking forward to this punishment.”

Bucky finished putting on his watch and walked back over to you and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“Alright angel, I’m going to head out. I’ll call you when I'm going to leave Sam’s apartment and head home. I Love You.”

As soon as Bucky leaves, you head into the compound's living room. The place is all decked out in your favorite color, and layed out on the coffee table is 4 bottles of sparkling wine, beer, and everything you need to make fondue. While you and the girls were having fun, drinking and painting each other’s nails, Bucky was at Sam’s apartment playing poker and enjoying the cigars and drinks Sam had brought in special for Bucky.

“I Love You too. Have fun.”

After about 2 hours of all the guys playing poker there was a knock on the door. “Sam, who is that? I thought everyone was here already?”

Bucky had asked Sam. Sam got up with a smile and walked over to the door and opened it without even checking the peephole. When the door opened there was a very pretty woman in a short trench coat and high heels. Bucky knew what was happening and he knew y/n was going to be pissed when she finds out.

“Sam, I said no strippers, I promised y/n man.” Soon after music started playing and the stipper started walking over to Bucky giving him a lapdance. He was a bit uncomfortable while she was doing her thing, because all he could think about was his beautiful fiance at home having a sweet sleepover with her friends. All of a sudden he heard something clicking on his left wrist and it snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked down.

“What the hell is going on?”

The stripper has put one part of her minaj a tua cuffs on him and put one on her. She then grabbed his collar and brought him up from his chair to have her start dancing on the table. Bucky was fracking out, but all the guys were really enjoying this. Sam and Clint were egging everyone on.

“Come on cyborg, have some fun stop being so stiff.” Sam had yelled at Bucky over the music. Bucky looked up at the stipper finally finding his voice and he talked to her.

“Um I hate to ruin the mood but you do have the keys for these right?”

The stipper then got all wide eyed and then fell to her butt with the realization that she didn't have the key.

“Oh my god, i dont have the keys. These were an afterthought and my keys are…oh no. They are in my husband's car and he is on his way to Baltimore for a job.”

Bucky snapped his head over to Sam, who had a sheepish look on his face. He was pissed, how was he supposed to explain this to y/n. He has her favorite cousin here with him and he didn't want him to get into trouble either.

“Okay, this is what we have to do. Clint, see if you can get a hold of the state toppers and try to find her husband on the highways from here to Maryland. Sam, in the meantime, we have to find something to get through these cuffs. Oh god, if I'm not back by midnight, y/n is going to have my head.”

Bucky is trying to not look too stressed out but it's getting harder by the minute. Sam is trying to discreetly call someone at the compound to see if there is anything that will cut through the cuffs. Clint, got through to the troopers and they are patrolling the highways for the stippers husband. Which by the way, her name was Rosa. He thought to himself, ‘of course Sam would get me a latin stipper, y/n is latina and that's one of the reasons he fell for her. Not to mention her fantastic, voluptuous curves. Okay he's getting off track here, he has to think of how to get these cuffs off.

Meanwhile, you are having the time of your life with your girls and you have no clue what's happening at Bucky’s party. Now back to Sam’s apartment where most of the men have left except for Sam, Clint, Scott, y/n cousin Frank and of course Bucky and Rosa the Stripper. So far they have had 2 locksmiths and none of them could get them open, then one of the locksmiths called a friend of his that was a welder and had him come over to see if he could help out. After a few hours they couldn’t melt the metal or nothing. Sam’s efforts in trying to get someone from the compound to bring something to unlock the cuff was futile. Nothing was getting through these cuffs.

All of a sudden Bucky’s phone pinged and his blood ran cold, knowing it had to be y/n. He took out his phone and sure enough she texted him.

Babydoll: Baby, it’s after 1am. Where are you?

“Guys its y/n, she wants to know where i am? I was supposed to be back around midnight, it's already almost 1:30!” He tries to text you back as casually as he can.

BuckyBear: Oh, shoot! We got caught up in a really wild game of poker honey. Don't worry I’ll be home soon. I love you.

Babydoll: Okay come home soon, don’t forget we are getting married in 13 hours lol. I miss you.

BuckyBear: Okay sweetheart, I will.

“Okay, hopefully I bought us some time. Clint any word from the state troopers?” Clint was just getting off his phone then.

“Yeah, they caught him just outside of Baltimore and they are having him look for the handcuff keys right now. If karma is on our side, we should be able to have them back here in the next two hours or so.”

Well that never happened, halfway into the drive back to New York there was an unexpected 18 wheeler collision blocking both directions of the highway back to New York. Bucky was ready to have a panic attack, he has no clue how to explain this to you. It's already 5 in the morning and everyone is out of ideas. All of a sudden the front door opens and in walks Sarah and you following her. Okay, Bucky definitely was going to have a heart attack.

“Sarah, y/n what's happening? What are you doing here?” You can hear the nervousness in his voice. Something is up.

“Bucky, baby what's going on? I’ve been worried sick. You never called, you never came home. Look at my poor cousin, he's passed out. Why didn’t you send him home at least?” Just then y/n see’s Bucky sitting on the couch with a half naked woman and he’s handcuffed to her.

“What the hell?! Bucky, why are you handcuffed to a stripper? Sam, I knew you would do something like this. I’ll leave you to your sister for punishment!”

Y/N was fuming, Bucky was trying to calm her down, so was Rosa the stripper. Then the unthinkable happened. The stripper took the other cuff and put it around y/n’s wrist.

“Oh my god she cuffed me! What were you thinking, we’re getting married in a few hours!” Now Bucky is looking at y/n in shock and can't understand what is happening.

“Okay, let's all try and calm down. I know the situation just got worse but we can try and figure this out.” Y/N is now crying, trying to get the cuffs off her but it won’t do any good. So Bucky walks up to her and tries to comfort her.

A few hours later, and you have calmed down enough to try and start getting ready for the wedding. You, Bucky and Rosa the stripper are all running on fumes at this point. You had to take a shower so all 3 of you were able to make it back to the compound so you could take a shower the best you could.

“Honey. I’m so sorry this is happening. I’m so, so sorry. Damn you Sam you got us into this.” You hug Bucky as tightly as you can and just cry into his chest. Bucky feels like shit because of what is happening.

Now it was 2 hours until the wedding was supposed to start and you were sitting in yours and Bucky’s shared room in a towel waiting for Wanda to come in and do your hair and makeup. She finally walks in and she brings a surprise guest, Yelena.

“Oh my god what happened here? Must have been one heck of a party last night? Y/N I didn’t know you were this kinky?”

“Yelena, I'm really glad you're here but I don't have the patience. Rosa here, she's the stipper that Sam surprised Bucky with last night and she handcuffed him to her then she cuffed me later and now we are stuck.”

“Yeah I know what kind of cuffs these are, I have a pair myself.”

“Don’t joke with me Yelena, do you have the key on you?”

“I think I still have them in my purse, let me check.”

It’s practically chaos in the room. Once Yelena finds her key she tires them on the handcuffs and starts with y/n first. They work and she starts uncuffing Bucky then Rosa. Poor Bucky is a walking zombie at this point.You start to slap his cheeks a little bit to wake him up.

“Bucky, baby, wake up. Come on, you have to get ready for our wedding baby. Wanda, go get Bucky a big cup of coffee and some of the sandwiches from last night please?”

“Sure thing sweetie, Come on groom, let's get something in you and off to Scotts room to get you dressed. Y/N I’ll be right back.” Before Bucky can leave the room you give him a kiss on the lips.

“Hey, I’ll see you a little bit. I’ll be the one in white.” Bucky looks at her like she hung the moon.

“And I'll be the fella up front in blue.” They give each other one last hug and he is out of the room. You turn back to your vanity and see Rosa getting ready to leave. You stop her before she has a chance to sneak out.

“Hey, I know this is a weird request but if you don’t have anywhere to be, how about you join us at our wedding? I’m a little on the curvy side but I'm sure Wanda has something she can loan you. What do you say?”

Rosa Seems to contemplate her answer.

“Well I am free for the rest of the day, I’d be honored to be at your wedding. It's not everyday you are handcuffed to two avengers and then get to be at their wedding.” She says with a little laugh at the end. Wanda comes back into the room and as she starts doing your hair you ask her if she has anything that will fit Rosa and she tells you she does and Yelena walks her over to her room so she can look through her closet.

It's almost 15 mins until the wedding is supposed to start and it starts to lightly snow. You see it as a good omen, and just go with it. You are finally ready to head downstairs and out to the outside grounds of the compound where the ceremony is taking place. Sarah is holding your train while Wanda puts the finishing touches on your makeup all while walking through the main area of the compound.

Everyone that's still working around has stopped to watch you walk through, telling you, you look beautiful. You tell them thank you and now you are at the doors that lead you to the aisle. You take a deep breath, and you tell Sarah to let the musicians go ahead and start playing. You have a small group of string musicians playing an instrumental version of John Legends All of Me playing.

As soon as it starts playing, Bucky turns around and sees Sarah and Wanda walking together. Once they are down the aisle, you start walking towards Bucky, the love of your life. As soon as Bucky sees you, his heart skips a beat and he almost forgets to breathe. You look like an angel walking towards him, with the snow falling and the way your dress flows, he feels like he is in heaven. He is crying a little but when you see this you walk a little faster to him just so you can wipe his tears.

“Oh baby, you're crying.” You bring your hand up and wipe the few tears that are coming down his face. He lightly grabs your wrist and kisses it, then he places his hand in yours and you both look towards the minister so he can begin the ceremony. While the minister is talking, you and Bucky look over at one another and mouth ‘i love you’s’ to the other. You finally get to the i do’s and then the minister announces you as man and wife. Bucky grabs you by the waist and dips you as he kisses you in front of a cheering crowd. You both smile into the kiss and he brings you back up and you both walk back down the aisle to get warmed up inside.

“So, how does it feel to have a wife, Mr.Barnes?”

“It's the best feeling in the world, Mrs. Barnes.”

“Do you think we have enough time to catch a nap? I'm so exhausted, I don't know if I can stay standing anymore.” Bucky looks at her with so much love in his eyes.

“I hope they don’t get too mad at us. We can push the pictures back 30 mins for a quick nap.” At that moment, Bucky picks you up bridal style and heads towards the elevators and presses the button to your floor. Once you get into your shared room, Bucky places you on the bed and he takes off your shoes, then he takes off his jacket and shoes and slips in behind you.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. Could you set an alarm to wake us up in 30 mins please?”

“No problem Sargent Banes. Oh and Congratulations to you and Mrs. Barnes.” You smile at what the AI said,

“Thank you very much F.R.I.D.A.Y.

What you didn't know was that she gave you both an extra 15 mins to sleep and told anyone trying to get into your room to leave you alone for a bit because you both were sleeping. You never thought the beginning of your marriage would start with you and Bucky being handcuffed to a stripper all night but, worse things could have happened.

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year

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I absolutely adore your hc!! What about the M6 with a tailor MC? You could even tie in some magic with it like them stitching runes on things for protection or like an actual spell!

The Arcana HCs: M6 with a tailor MC

~ I don't know a lot about tailoring outside of like. reattaching a button to my favorite shirt and failing so badly that I never wear it again but also refuse to get rid of it? I need an MC like this in my life too tbh. Thanks for the idea @bee-bug! - brainrot ~

Julian

He knows absolutely nothing about your craft, so he has a healthy amount of respect for it

Is on a constant quest for knowledge so he will ask you about it

As soon as you start introducing all the numbers and measurements involved he's lost

Will give suggestions sometimes for projects you're working on to add some dramatic flair to the piece in question

If you can't really picture what he's trying to describe he will attempt to draw it for you

He is a terrible artist

Will compare the way you stitch fabric to the way he stitches up people in disturbing detail

Will also suggest you help him out sometimes. You will have to politely decline

He's learning to trust magic more and more, so if you tell him that you want to embroider a few protective spells into his clothes he will let you do so

Asra

There are so many patterns they want you to try making for them and none of them make sense

He knows a little about sewing, it comes in handy when he's making protective charms

They don't know anything about tailoring though. What do you mean you have to use measurements?

He will happily let you use him as a model if you need to see how something drapes in motion, he can strut like nobody's business

They do have a bad habit of borrowing your dress forms though

Sometimes it's harmless, like when he used them to prop up a blanket fort

Sometimes it's not, like when they enchanted a few for Spirit's Eve and then for the next few months half the children in the neighborhood would cry when they walked past your shop window

Anytime he gets a new article of clothing he's bringing it to you to alter however you want and add his desired enchantments

They will pay you in kisses and trinkets

Nadia

Congratulations, the queen of fashion is your personal muse now, no pressure

Her design input is impeccable and she's familiar enough with the craft to have intelligent conversations about it

She also loves to spoil you, she'll appear several times a week in your sewing room with a bolt of fabric or a pile of lace or some embellishments to give you

Of course these always end up incorporated into some ensemble she inspired and she is flattered every time

She hates to overtax you but you are her first choice if she needs a new outfit for something

Will credit you anytime someone compliments your work, which happens quite often since those are her favorites

Is intrigued by the way you incorporate latent magic into your work

She'll give you a hefty commission to put spells of her choice into the pieces she already has

Mostly stuff to help her focus and keep away bad vibes

Muriel

Like Asra, he knows a little about needle and thread from all the things he used to craft to be sold in the city, and for making protective charms

Clothing is an afterthought for him though, so you being a tailor wasn't very remarkable to him at first

Until you made him clothes that actually fit

He put them on to humor you and then refused to take them off because they're the first new clothes he's had that were made prioritizing his comfort and preferences

After he met Khamgalai and saw the tapestries the Khokuri use to record their history he developed a whole new level of respect for what you do

You're a tailor, not a tapestry maker, but the professions are close enough and you make wonderful observations when he's studying them

When you offer to stitch some protective wards into his clothes for him he falls in love with you all over again

Portia

Between her garden and your tailoring you two are one of the most self sufficient couples ever

She has definitely tried to make her own clothes before and she probably did a pretty good job, she gets you

She is also happy to help out on any projects that involve a lot of plain stitching

On sunny afternoons you'll sit outside with your work while she gardens and that's when you two have the best conversations

You just have to careful around Pepi, because she loves trying to hunt all the dangling things you're always working with

The only time Portia has every truly lost her temper with Pepi was when she got into a project you were working on and shredded it

What's really fun is working on practical new magic ideas together

You've been teaching her to use it in her garden and she suggests handy enchantments for your clothes

Your favorites are the ones that keep the cloth smooth and the thread detangled

Lucio

He doesn't get it at first

Like he loves you and he values you but what, you sit around all day measuring people and poking holes in cloth?

Until he watches you put a whole piece together, start to finish, and that's so cool you can make whatever clothes you want!

He's never seen anybody make clothes before. Will you make them for him too? Will you make him look dashing? Come measure him, he can stand still, feel free to pose him however you please

It needs to be red. Not like red accents. It needs to be red.

It needs more gold. Are you sure that's all you can fit? What do you mean "less is more," obviously more is more!

He's not allowed to make design suggestions any more

He's always had a fascination for magic though so once he finds out how you incorporate it he will bring you *every* piece of cloth he wears and ask for enchantments

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana shitpost #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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sparks-chaotic-cove · 2 months

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Okay people hear me out

"Writing on the Wall" by Will Stetson but with Malitae, Deltavera, and Fable.

Reasoning is that they're all gods that create! the artists of the gods, if you will

Lyric analysis underneath cut!

---------------Malitae----------------

Palaces of silver and gold Cannot be designed overnight - Palace of light for Vikesh It's like the saying I've often been told "No matter the cost, do things right" - Malitae with Rae's skirt

You have to be careful You have to be diligent - Malitae painting, drawing, etc all the paintings Planning and measuring every detail - Different portraits Creating is drawing, erasing and drawing again - Portrait, portrait smudged, another portrait And I've never been in it for fame or attention I only work hard, so the structures won't fail - invisible hands sewing But seeing it finished is worth every mora I spend - Malitae with Wolf/Fenris's new outfit!

Within every building made with pride The architect lives on inside - sketches of Malitae's Island Shining paint, a marble heart - Frog with hat, dragon That's what makes a work of art - the sun-moon thing! We build and we play Sculpting dreams out of clay - maybe with what malitae is making rn? With the hope that our towers don't fall That we won't have to see the writing on the wall - TBD

---------------Deltavera----------------

The more you work, the higher the stakes And the bigger the sorrows to drown - Delta caring for the nature 'Cause one mistake is all that it takes For the walls to come crumbling down - Delta ascending, eyes glow?

You have to ignore them, the echoing voices - Delta making more animals That cackle and curse as you toil away - humans being confused by the new creatures Cover your ears and focus on boxes and lines - Enderian walking up And the shadowy figures, they're nothing but shadows - she looks him in the eye, he nods Like ink on a page, they have nothing to say - he walks away, fades to black But maybe, just maybe - Delta looks up They're trying to give me a sign - the ender dragon looks down

That in every building made with pride - Delta looks upon the bear cub The architect remains inside - He pats it's head, ruffling the hair Peeling paint, a heavy heart That's what makes a work of art We scream and we pray Sculpting dreams out of clay As we try not to look at the scrawl - (I'll figure this out later) The message of doom, the writing on the wall - Delta dying

[ there's a little bridge here- so maybe Delta's soul winding around trees and eventually into the little bear cub! Then it'll go to Fable's portion ]

------------------Fable------------------------

Every day, we play this game of chance - Fable smiles at one of the lodestar grove inhabitants Whirling through a desperate dance - switches to Fable talking to Momboo and Ocie Sketching visions in our heads - Fable talking to Rae Just to see them ripped to shreds - Glitches to Icarus yelling at Rae This road that we share - Icarus and Ven in the Cathedral, Ven's already been hit, Icarus panicking Doesn't lead anywhere - Icarus and Fable flying away But there's nothing an artist can do - Centross walking into the cave, a snarl upon his face When you swing your brush, you have to follow through - Close up of Fable. Blood fades into appearing on it

Within every building made with pride The architect is trapped inside Bleeding paint, a shattered heart - Aurelius's death, Taking Rae's shards That's what makes a work of art - stepping through the portal, Isla and Enderian in the background I'll fight for control But the right way takes a toll And still, at the end of it all I can't escape my fate, the writing's on the wall - Will be decided later on! TBD

#fablesmp #savedforlater #this is subject to change :]#fsmpblr #fable smp #fsmp #tehe #sparkrambles #fablesmpblr

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Fylass Through the Looking Glass - Chapter Three - Memento Momentum

Fylass was the first one to leave the house with Lucid, and the people that were hanging out in the Hatter’s house. The track was the same as before, as a new adventure was about to start joyfully. The kid was a bit uneasy, since there was something in the air that they didn’t seem to grasp that well. They knew that this was a dream, but they couldn’t help but think that this world felt too complex for it to be just that.

It felt like everyone in there had a mind of their own. They felt as if they were real. Could that possibility become true?

Fylass quickly stopped thinking about that though, when a voice spoke to them from behind.

"Hey. I really wanted to ask this before you got missing. Where’s your home? Or your parents?" Lucid had spoken to them.

"...Er… Yeah, don't worry, everything is fine related to that.''

"You don’t sound that convinced…"

Fylass couldn’t just say that they lived in another plane of existence, even if this was a dream, they didn’t want to tell the truth, otherwise, the others could somehow get to the conclusion that this was a dream, and the penguin that is Fylass, didn’t want to take risks. Such a mindset could be ridiculous from the get go. It was clear that this was a dream, so the repercussions would be worthless, and yet, it didn’t feel right.

"I live in the village, that’s it." They knew that a village was around; this was a kingdom after all. They could make up a lie about that easily, and their tone was trying to be as convincing as it could be for the rest to believe that.

"...If you say so." Lucid spoke up again. The rest of the group had different reactions to that; some seemed convinced, others, not so much, but they at least didn’t seem to deny what they were saying.

"...Hm, I’ve been meaning to ask something else too." Ades said. "Why did you become that? Wings, horns, and that outfit. I’ve seen a lot of things happening in this land, some of them outright bizarre, but I haven’t seen someone coming back from the dead with a totally new appearance."

Fylass pondered about that statement; they didn’t have much idea of how this world worked, which is ironic since they could be considered God of Wonderland, so they couldn’t grasp why they changed at all.

"I guess I am a paragon among you, guys."

"That would be an understatement. Maybe Dero could know more about this though, he has been here ever since Wonderland was founded, so they should have knowledge about your situation, and if you don’t like it, we may be able to turn you back to your previous state."

"We can hope that’s the case."

"Well, in my opinion, you look amazing in that outfit. It would be a shame to lose such a cool design!" Selene remarked, as she came closer to Fylass, dragging Wisp with her.

"I-I think I read some books that depicted a creature that l-looks similar to you. I can’t remember its name though."

"Well, that sounds like a plan! Not the main plan, but a plan that is sliiiiightly to the side. Don’t you think, Lucid?" Casey spoke up afterwards.

"...Yeah."

Fylass knew what the main plan was, get Lucid back home and maybe even visit Underland. They needed Dolly’s help for sure, since she is The Queen, and the last member of the Suit Bearers; maybe with the suits together, they can achieve that goal. Besides, visiting another kingdom that Fylass seems to have forgotten would be interesting, but time is precious.

They looked behind to see the group, just for measure, and they realized that Chaos seemingly was having a train of thought; they mumbled as quietly as they could try to be, but Fylass wanted to know what he had in mind. They stopped walking for them to hear Chaos as he approached them, who seemed to not notice Fylass.

"...That place… familiar… have… before?" Those were the only words that they recognized from Chaos’ rambles before they realized Fylass was next to him, and backed down out of reflex.

"A-Ah, do not do that again, if you please…"

"S-Sorry."

The path was becoming slightly more awkward, even though the area looked just as bright and pretty as before, although jovial music beforehand was replaced with one resembling a circus theme playing on a music box, whose tunes seemed really similar from the one that Fylass had at home. Everyone else could hear them, and Lucid flinched.

The blue and yellow lights inside of the pumpkins were replaced with purple and green lights, and the gate of the entrance had the name changed; the circus changed. It wasn’t the Circus of Infinity anymore, it was now the Circus of Serenity.

"...What?" Lucid said loudly for the whole group to listen.

"...Is it back? The circus is back? I thought it vanished…"

"W-Wait, what? What do you mean? Did it somehow disappear when I was absent? How?"

"Not even us know. When we went back home after you… vanished, the circus was no more. We thought that it would be gone forever though, but here it is again, and I don’t know if that is a good or a bad thing." Chaos remarked, with an uncomfortable Lucid being silent.

"Weeeeell, now that we’re here, we might as well check this out!" Mikuto spoke, as he was silently hit on the back by Kurabe and Fettuccine.

"Sorry Kuto, but this is not the time."

"...Let’s just see if everything is in order, and then we go to the Card Castle." Fylass said, with some agreeing, and others seemingly reluctant to go in; the last time they entered this place, things weren’t really pleasant, but they had to go through it if they wanted to go to the Card Castle as soon as possible.

The kid took the first steps into this area, and they immediately felt a sense not of dread, but of calm, as if the atmosphere was completely different from the rest of the world around them.

"This place isn’t that bad! Come here, guys!" The kid was feeling happy around, and even if they knew that they had to go to their destination as soon as possible for Lucid’s sake and happiness, they wouldn’t mind staying here for quite some time if that wasn’t the case. The rest of the group entered, and they seemingly could feel the same sensation of calm Fylass was feeling around.

The sound of laughter from both kids and adults alike was heard on every corner, and it seemed that everything was alright.

"...Wow… Meta and the kids would love this place for sure."

Fylass looked up to the skies, as they were able to see birds made from what seemed to be origami, somehow chirping, making this place even more bizarre, and even yet, lovely. One of the birds was holding a letter on the beak, and it was dropped right above Lucid.

"...Huh…? I don’t think I receive any mail in this land." He pulled out the piece of paper from inside the envelope, which had a lone sentence written on what seemed to be ink. The rest of the group took a peek on whatever the contents were.

"One minute before the start of a wonderful day."

Lucid seemed weirded out by this; the writing seemed familiar somehow, but he couldn’t put a finger on why it was familiar; his doubts only worsened though, as he realized there was something at the bottom of the envelope. It was a small key, seeming to be only useful from the smallest of items that would need a key to be open, or be used.

It was a silver key, whose pallet seemed to have the form of a minute hand, and with a golden gem embedded on the handle.

"..." Lucid was silent.

"Uh… Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah, I am, it’s just that… this key looks exactly the same as the keys of the White Castle in Underland. I know what it is for…"

"White Castle? A-Are you royalty, or something?"

"...It’s complicated. You see, you, along with Chaos, Ades and Dolly, are the Suit Bearers, and in Underland, we have something pretty similar; the Checkmate Bearers. You have the Club, Spade, Diamond and Heart as signatures; us in Underland have the King, Queen, Knight, Rook and Bishop as signatures." Afterwards, Lucid grabbed his hat and showed it to the group. It took a little, but they were able to notice a bishop piece of chess, printed on the hat. "I am the Bishop."

"W-Wait, what?! Why didn’t you tell us?!" Ades said with a bit of annoyance and anger in his voice."

"I did, you were all just too distracted or drunk to hear me properly. Except for Chaos."

"Wait, you knew?!"

"Yes, I knew, although I thought that it wasn’t important."

"What do you mean "It wasn’t important"?!"

"Look, let’s just stop this for now. We’ll talk about this when we get our goal." Genesis said.

"Tch."

Fylass was silent. How didn’t they know about this? This place was the creation of them, right? Why did it feel so unfamiliar, then? These questions were put on hold however, when another one came to their mind.

"W-Wait, so, what’s with that key?"

"That key is for the pocket watch, nothing special, don’t worry about it. I still don’t know how it ended up in a random letter in Wonderland, though…"

Fylass took the small key, and inspected the pocket watch they were given; sure enough, from behind, there was a small lock. They could’ve figured out that using the key will move the hands of the pocket watch, and considering what was in that letter besides the key, they came up with some conclusions.

The kid inserted the key, and used it to turn the direction of the hands to 11:59, as the letter implied; the turning sound was satisfying to hear, but it suddenly stopped as a click was heard from the inside; nothing seemed to happen though, and another clicking sound was heard when the clock reached 12:00.

"...Odd."

The entire group figured out that nothing was happening, and so, they kept their way towards the Card Castle; Fylass heard whispers from their friends, which seemed to be asking questions to Lucid; he didn’t seem to answer any. There seemed to be another entrance around, leading directly to their destination. Lucid and Genesis were glad that they didn’t have to go through Dull Glass again.

The Crimson Queens that were around the castle seemed to have a lighter color than the last time Fylass saw them, resembling more of a pink color than red. It was clear that this was Dolly’s doing; she has taste. The entrance of the castle had a big stone statue of Fylass, which just led them to more guilt.

"..."

"Are you okay, kid?"

"...I am, don’t worry… Let’s get going."

The knights guarding the entrance seemingly were absent, making it no problem to open the main door.

The inside was much more comfortable for the eye, with a lot more pastel colors filling the inside, and the new curtains seemed to resemble a theater, one that seemingly had a scent of cinnamon in the air; the exact same smell covering Fylass’ house each day. It felt oddly like home.

The group used the stairs to go towards the Heart Floor, since it was sure that Dolly would be there; Fylass was excited to see her again, but also, with a bit of anxiety for the reunion. They haven’t met for what seemed to be like a year in this oniric world, so Fylass wasn’t sure how she would react exactly, that is if she recognized them from the get go, for their new… attributes made it difficult to see who they really were.

They were in front of the Heart Door, and it seemed completely opened, although, before entering, Fylass and the rest were able to hear voices on the other side; they were arguing.

"Urgh! This is all your fault! Your laziness to do your job got us stranded here!"

"Oh, shut up, will you?!"

"If you are going to keep arguing in front of The Queen, I will have no choice but to force you to get out. Keep quiet."

"No, no! Don’t worry, Dero. This is alright! Dolly will fix this in no time!"

Fylass, accidentally was leaning too much on the door, and so, it opened fully, with the kid falling face flat on the floor, making the argument suddenly stop. The Cheshire Cats were on the verge of laughing.

"Kid! Are you okay?!" Lucid exclaimed with worry for the child’s wellbeing.

"Eurgh… Yeah, I am."

The group was interrupted by Dero afterwards, who was extremely confused about the whole ordeal.

"Who dares to enter the Queen’s Domains with that disrespect?! I shall know-"

"Wait! Dero, calm down! Dolly will take care of this!" Dolly was approaching with a face of curiosity towards the group, until she recognized them.

"Oh! You are the Suit Rally! Hi there!" Fylass assumed that the "Suit Rally" was just the name of the group. They looked above, seeing a Dolly filled with curiosity. "Oh! Who are you, sir-..." She realized who she was talking to.

"F-FYLASS?! I-IS THAT YOU?!" She quickly hugged Fylass, still on the floor. "OH, BEST FRIEND! YOU’RE WITH DOLLY AGAIN! S-SHE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!" She was tearing up, she was so glad to see Fylass again.

"W-Woah, slow down, Dolly! I am fine now! Different, but I am fine!"

"I can s-see it! You look so adorable and cool! But what happened to you?! Where were you?!"

"...It’s a long story."

"Please, do tell Dolly about it! She must know…!"

"...Ahem, could you please help us right here?!"

"Oh, shut it!" Other voices were behind Dolly, and Fylass realized that those were the voices that they heard before, having an argument; before they could keep going though, they were sushed by Dero.

"Oh? Who are those?" Fylass asked, when they saw the two having a discussion. Both were seemingly human knights, or atleast, pretty similar to them, with orange and white armor. Both seemed annoyed, one to the other, and the other angry at the world.

"Oh, them? Dolly doesn’t really know…

"Banshee and Unicorn, those are our names. You would’ve known, but sadly, Banshee right here was too loud for you to hear, and for that I apologize."

Fylass was weirded out by them; they didn’t even remember encountering someone like them before. What were they doing here?

"Er… hi?

"Greetings."

Lucid was prone to speak right after this, for they went here for that only purpose. "Er, excuse me, but please remember why we are here…"

"O-Oh, yeah. Dolly, do you know where "Underland" is?"

"...Underland? No, Dolly doesn’t think she knows, but she can look at the map! Dero, Could you help Dolly, pretty please?"

"As you wish, My Queen." Dero used his sword to reach a little lever that was above the throne, and when being turned, a painting resembling a map was there to see.

"Oh wow…" Fylass and Lucid looked at it, trying to the Underland, or at least a possible entrance to it, but to no avail, nothing was there.

"...Underland isn’t here…" Lucid was losing hope, although, soon, both him and Fylass could see a strange cabin appearing on the canvas, as a clicking sound was heard, and after one entire minute, the cabin had disappeared.

"Uh… What?"

The kid realized that it had happened one minute since the cabin on the map appeared and disappeared, and they quickly remembered what happened with the pocket watch.

"Wait, let me try something." Fylass used the clock to turn it to 11:59 again, and as they heard the clicking sound again, the cabin appeared, and one minute later, it was gone.

"...I think I know where to go."

"Oh! You do, best friend?"

"I am not so sure, but going there wouldn’t hurt, right? Lucid said that the entrance to Underland had disappeared, so this is our best shot."

Dero seemingly was having some questions on his head, from this, to Fylass’ mere changes, but he finally decided to speak up about them.

"Fylass, how did you become the Wolpertinger?"

"...Eh? I don’t know, really…"

"I was pretty certain that those were extinct a long time ago, but you seem to be one, so I am at a loss here…"

"...I have the feeling that I might figure out what happened to me, when I get to Underland. I don’t know why, but I have that feeling…"

"Pretty well. Excuse me, I have to leave."

"Don’t worry, Dero! The Queen says, see ya!" Dolly said, as Dero left the room.

"...Uh, hey. We are still here." Banshee remarked.

"Oh! Yeah, what if you guys go with Fylass and the group? That would certainly help for your situation! Dolly can’t go, sadly. She is trying her best to be the best queen of the world, and for that, I must not leave, since there's a big creature floating the skies, and Dolly thinks this could be a threat, or at least, that's what Dero said, but she assures you that with Fylass on your side, there’s nothing to worry about!"

"...That sounds like a plan." Unicorn said. "Hopefully, this won’t be a liability for them, nor us, soon."

"..Uh… Okay?" It seems that the gang will get two new members for this adventure. How interesting.

"...Well, we shall get going. Goodbye, Queen Dolly."

"Goodbye, Porcelain man! And please, take care of Fylass for Dolly…"

"I will do so. Don’t worry."

Everyone left the room, with Fylass waving goodbye at Dolly. Both were happy to see eachother once again.

"...Goodbye, best friend. Dolly wishes you luck in your endeavors…"

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@kachikirby

@theflutteringdreameater

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ghostofskywalker · 2 years

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Just One Evening

Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 18 of 31

Words: 1,165

Summary: When Bucky asked you to be his date to an Avengers gala, you were a little nervous to say yes.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

“So what do you say?” There was a hopeful look on his face as he waited for your response. “Will you do it?”

“I don’t know Bucky, I think it might be better if you asked someone else.”

This was not how you pictured your afternoon going, and you never expected that Bucky would approach you as you were shelving books and ask you to be his date to an Avengers gala later that week. You liked Bucky (maybe a little more than you wanted to admit), but the idea of meeting all the Avengers and being expected to dress to the nines made you more than a little nervous to go. And besides, it’s not like you and Bucky were actually together anyway. You friendship with the super soldier had grown quickly in the time that he started spending in the library you worked at, but it was just that, a friendship.

“Please?” he asked. “I don’t know who else to ask, and apparently it’s required that I bring a date to this shindig.”

Your resolve was crumbling with each look he gave you. “What exactly is the point of the event?”

“Some fundraiser thing for Stark Industries, but all the Avengers need to be in attendance. Or at least that’s what our PR lady said, and she heavily implied that we should all have dates. I know it’s probably not your idea of a fun Friday night, but they’ll be an open bar if that influences your decision. And it’s just a date, it’s not like I said I had a girlfriend or anything.”

You stifled a small laugh before responding. “Alright,” you said. “I’ll go with you.”

Instantly, you could see a look of relief cross Bucky’s face, and you could tell he had been worried about this for a while. “Thank you so much Y/N, I owe you.”

Despite the slight worry now building in your stomach, you tried to offer a comforting smile. “No Bucky, don’t worry about it. I just have to figure out something to wear.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got that under control,” he said, and you stopped shelving books and stared at him.

“No offense Barnes, but I don’t think you’d be my first choice to take dress shopping with me.”

He laughed, a sound that you didn’t hear too often but one that never failed to take your breath away when you did. “No, no, I didn’t mean it like that,” he said. “Clara, our PR manager, said to us that when we get our dates, all you need to do is send her your body measurements and preferred styles and colors, and she’ll work with a designer to come up with something for you.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Really? Why?”

“Tony may be someone who can get a date on short notice, but some of us aren’t really great when it comes to interacting with regular people,” he said. “So I guess it takes one hurdle away from trying to find a date, and it’s a thank you for putting up with me for the evening.”

You nodded, still processing this development, and thinking about what you wanted to tell the PR manager and the designer about your outfit. “I don’t need a fancy outfit as payment for spending time with you,” you said. The ghost of a smile crossed Bucky’s face, and you really hoped that he knew that you meant every word of that. “However, I am going to accept this offer because I don’t own anything as fancy as I have a feeling this gala is.”

He laughed again. “I figured as much.”

***

When you had originally sent your measurements and design ideas to the email that Bucky had given you, you really weren’t expecting much. You never really had any luck when it came to online shopping, as things always fit strangely even when you used the provided size chart. You tried to pull together a “last resort” outfit from your closet, this way if the outfit provided was past the point of no return, you could still show up in something remotely nice and try not to embarrass yourself. Unfortunately, the life of a librarian didn’t really lend itself to fancy parties and designer gowns, so the best you could pull together was something that would probably fit in at the library’s yearly holiday party more than a million dollar gala, but it would have to do.

But standing here now, you couldn’t believe your luck. The dress that had been delivered to your work two days ago fit perfectly, and the fabric had a slight shimmer to it, catching your eye every time you moved. You had sent a few color choices in your email, and they had unwittingly picked your favorite, only adding to your love of the dress. You didn’t want to think about how much it probably cost, especially when you saw the signature of a very well known designer printed on the box, but you felt like a million bucks.

Bucky was supposed to arrive any minute, and you put the finishing touches on your appearance right as there was a knock at the door. And when you opened it to reveal Bucky on your doorstep, you almost wanted to drop dead. He was wearing a tuxedo, his hair combed back and perfectly in place, and you stopped breathing for a moment as you stared. Bucky had always been attractive, but right now you felt so out of his league as you looked at him.

Lost in your thought, you barely noticed that Bucky was looking at you the same way you were looking at him. His breath hitched when you opened the door, and he really wanted to kiss you. “Wow,” he said, after an embarrassingly long period of silence. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you,” you said, stepping out and closing the door behind you. “So do you.”

“Shall we?” he asked, holding out his arm for you to take.

“We shall,” you said back, a small giggle escaping your mouth. “Don’t want to be late meeting all your friends.”

“Oh definitely not,” Bucky said. “They’ve been hounding me for days about meeting you.”

“You’ve talked about me?” The shock was evident in your voice.

“Of course,” he said. “When Tony and Sam found out I was bringing someone tonight, I was practically interrogated.”

Nervousness bubbled in your stomach at his words, but you tried to remain calm. There was nothing about his words that made it seem like this would go anywhere farther than the one evening, as much as you hoped it would. Instead, you tried to look on the bright side: that you’ve never looked more amazing than you do right now, and you were about to go drink and eat some expensive things. The night was going to be fun either way, and the fact that you got to spend it was Bucky was a big incentive as well.

- the end -

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phoenix-manga · 1 year

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Hunter in NRC Pt. 2

Divus leads her to the clinic where he pulls out a measuring tape along with a sketchbook. Her companions settle on the nearby beds and chairs.

“I must say, I thought that old crow was hit on the head when he contacted us about a young lady with a big dog and a talking cat that came from somewhere unknown… I almost called in the asylum to throw him into a padded cell but looking at you and your companions… I can’t deny that it’s convincing enough.”

He signals her to drop her weapon and do a “T” pose so that he may take her measurements properly.

She placed her weapon down on the floor with a loud thud. Divus can’t help but flinch slightly when he heard just how heavy it was when it made an impact.

Honestly, he didn’t expect this young lady to be capable of wielding such… outrageous weapon.

The colors are quite gorgeous though he has to admit. The craftsmanship on the mechanism was delicately placed yet they looked sturdy to last and cause a lot of damage.

If he were to describe her image in one word, it’s valiant.

Her gaze held the experience from many life or death scenarios no doubt. Very much like a soldier…

Divus gets to work on taking down her measurements. He can’t help but be intrigued at the armor she wore.

It certainly had a style that was not familiar to him, those tribal patterns on her skin make the outfit look quite chic along with the armor pieces covering her shoulders and knees.

But those armor pieces clearly aren’t meant for aesthetic purposes entirely, he can see that there were scales upon closer inspection.

Meant to protect the wearer’s joints as she swings that outrageously large weapon around. A “gunlance” she calls it.

Speaking of joints, he felt a bit of muscle when he adjusted her shoulders. She was suited for bodybuilding than modeling with a figure like hers.

‘I’m sure Vargas would be over the fence if he ever sees her muscles. Though, it makes sense from what she just told us before… Still, for a world filled with monsters, she sure made the effort to dress up her furry companions’

Looking at her mutt and feline companions who also wore armor/outfits of their own, Divus applauds whoever came up with such a design.

Talk about being stylish on the battlefield.

As soon as he was done, he sits down on an empty chair and takes out a sketchbook to jot down her measurements, and immediately started sketching ideas of a suitable outfit.

While he sketched, he figures he should get to know her better since he’ll be seeing her every now and then as a teacher’s assistant.

“By the way, that crow was supposed to find you accommodations but he suggested moving you to a dilapidated dorm without even trying to fix it BEFORE you move in. Honestly, this is why he’s never taken seriously…”

“Wow…” Fraena looks unimpressed at the mention of where she’ll be staying.

Divus flicked his wrist as he continued to drag his pencil across the white surface of the paper.

“Take my word for it, don’t try to buy into his gracious act. He may wear a literal mask but he’s quite terrible at facades”

Divus huffs as his hand swished dramatically as he dusted off bits of eraser.

Giving Fraena a glance, she looked stoic but he can see from her tapping foot that she was nervous.

“So, care to enlighten me on how your world works?” he asked casually.

“Huh”

Fraena wasn’t expecting that. He seemed like someone who wouldn’t be interested in small talk.

“What would you want to know about?” she figured to just answer his inquiries.

Awkward silence makes her nervous anyway.

“How about telling me if you bring your companions in battle, I know the cat doesn’t do fighting from what you said earlier, your canine on the other hand… I’ve seen dog owners teach their pets tricks but nothing comes close to having them face a hulking beast”

Divus looks at Draken who is being brushed by Meowdame while they wait.

Fraena took notice of how his gaze lingered on them.

One can assume that he has quite the obsession with dogs, actually, obsession is an understatement… he’s a total maniac about dogs.

Divus has seen a fair share of dogs and almost every single breed, he adores all of them. His favorite is the Dalmatian breed, of course!

But the one a few feet from him was larger than a wolf and had a lovely shade of scarlet. The armor the dog wore was also exceptional, it gave off a militaristic vibe.

He’s tempted to dress models' dogs the same way in his next fashion show.

“It’s normal for hunters to bring Palicoes into battle, they’re quite capable of combat despite their small size. But Meowdame is retired and assists at camp during a hunt. As for my Palamute, Draken, his breed is used to travel through areas faster but they also provide aid in fighting monsters as well. he has his own weapon.”

Divus could clearly see a small double-sided knife on the belt of the Palamute.

“Oh? Out of context, that seems quite dubious…” the man’s brow raised.

“I… I can’t disagree, but it’s a common misconception to think that hunters force felynes and Palamutes to fight. They are required to be compensated for their hard work. I’ve heard about felynes who hold a high position in the guild…”

“Interesting…”

The conversation went on for half an hour before Divus finally stood up from his seat and showed her his sketch.

“I’ve done your uniform sketch, let me know if there are any adjustments I need to add, there would be no trouble at all I assure you”

He hands her the sketchbook and Fraena’s scans the drawing.

It was a uniform that looked similar to the guildmarms back home but the color palette fits the dark aesthetic of the academy and had more black feathers.

The outfit also had a skirt that wasn’t too long to allow her mobility, though she hopes the outfit comes with shorts because she tends to run around a lot.

Short skirts in a place full of nothing but boys going through puberty are the last place for that type of fashion.

Looking back at the page, she can see that even Draken and Meowdame got new outfits as well.

Though most of it had at least a black feather, obviously to fit the raven logo. And the outfits were not entirely covering them because they’re animals.

In all honesty, it was kind of adorable, what a considerate man, Divus is to make clothes for them too.

“The outfit is fine… though since you did offer to include any changes. Can it be possible to put this symbol on all our clothes?” her hand started to sketch the guild emblem in a blank space.

She presents him with a symbol of the guild’s four swords, Divus looked at the pattern with intrigue.

“This quite an ancient-looking symbol, is this your religion of some sort?”

Divus inspects the emblem with an inspired gleam in his eyes.

“It’s more of a sacred rule, not just for hunters but for everyone. We follow these rules to properly live in harmony with nature, not to take advantage of it”

Divus can tell from her tone that she takes these rules seriously, the puppies could take notes from her and be a little less rowdy in his opinion.

Plus, it was refreshing to have an assistant that wasn’t infatuated with him.

There are two reasons why those who applied for the teacher’s assistant position weren’t able to stay for long in this godforsaken academy.

Firstly, because the workload shoved onto them was too much to handle, it’s all Crowley’s fault by the way, they couldn’t handle the stress and just quit.

Second, those who applied are well aware of the one and only Divus Crewel, Fashion Tyrant who is a very, VERY wealthy man who happens to be single, mind you.

Not to mention his devilishly good looks, he is quite proud of himself for taking care of his appearance, but in this case it was a double-edged sword.

He can’t believe how many applicants had perfected the façade of “professionalism” that dropped quickly once they got accepted.

Skipping assigned work to “chat” or to try and invite him for a coffee. Those previous applicants were dealt with by shoving more of Crowley’s workload onto them or Divus would point out so many flaws in their work performance that their rose-tinted fantasy of an co-worker romance would shatter.

He never felt bad about being brutally honest, and it’s not like they could sue him because he was KNOWN for being harsh.

But Fraena wasn’t like the other assistants, though that may be because she hasn’t heard of him at all.

She was militaristic in her mannerisms and had a no-nonsense attitude about her. Something that Divus wished he could find in the previous ones.

Guess the great seven decided to grant him his wish in the form of a person from another world with a walking cat and a dog with near-human intelligence.

And he wasn't going to reject such an opportunity.

“I look forward to working with the school’s new teacher’s assistant, Miss Fraena. I hope you can handle that crow’s demands. I would’ve preferred people refer to me as ‘Master Crewel’ but seeing as you are to be my co-worker, you can refer to me as you see fit!”

He holds out his scarlet gloved hand to her, she firmly shakes his hand.

“I look forward to working here as well, Sir Crewel. I’m pretty sure whatever Crowley asks of me, I can handle.”

She says with a steel gaze that made it clear she wasn’t backing down.

This is definitely refreshing, the previous ones who shook his hand had this weird face that looked nearly lewd, Divus may have interests like adults do but he knows there was a time and a place for that!

He is looking forward to teaching in this new school year.

He walked past Draken and Meowdame, Divus didn’t hesitate and brushed his palm on the Palamute’s back, to which Draken responds with a startled yelp.

“Ar!? Grrrr!!!”

Draken growled at Divus who didn’t even flinch and just grinned. Before he exits the door, he looks back to Fraena and company for one last message.

“Now, you are free to use this clinic as temporary accommodation. You’ll move into your new place after I blackmail- I mean, convince Crowley to fix that ramshackle of a dorm… out of his own pocket of course~ Ta-ta, darling~!”

He sounded jovial as he left the clinic with the click of his expensive leather shoes.

Fraena collapsed on the bed as a lot has happened. Draken occupied another bed due to his huge frame.

‘That man certainly was an eccentric character…’ she can’t help but think.

Meowdame plops next to Fraena and unravels the ribbon on her hair. Unweaving it with her dainty paws, Fraena groans either out of mental exhaustion, disbelief, or a combination of both.

“We’ve had quite a day, meowster~ But we shouldn’t take this as a bad o-mew-n, we ought to take this o-paw-rtunity to try something mew. Though we can’t get our answers now, we can still try to adapt, no?”

When she finished untying Fraena’s hair the felyne settles next to Draken who was already asleep.

Giving it some thought, Meowdame had a point. There was no use beating a dead Aptonoth after all.

“You’re… right. It’s just that this is all so sudden and I have no idea what this place even is or what kind of system they have here!” Fraena threw her hands up in the air in defeat.

“All the more reason to observe and study, right? That’s what hunters do after all~”

“…. Hunter, huh…”

Fraena drifted off to sleep with many thoughts in her head. Meowdame did have a point, she can always learn to adapt to this alien-like place. It’s the most basic skill every hunter knows, adaptability.

Yet she feels like she is no longer right for that role. Not after the mixed feelings that continue to haunt her.

The sea of students walked into the main campus building to start the new school year. Though the only thing that was on their minds was about that mysterious woman that appeared during the welcoming ceremony.

Much to their shock, the students encountered the woman in several different places on the campus. Alongside her were that large red wolf-dog and the bipedal cat.

Her armor was now replaced with a custom-fitted uniform that gave off a ‘strict secretary’ image.

The gunlance was propped on her back, making the students gasp in awe as she manages to walk fast despite carrying such a heavy load.

Divus was able to quickly create the uniforms and sent them to her in such fancy packaging, when asked how he managed to make it so quickly he simply replied…

“Magic, of course”

Right, she forgot this place had magic.

It was almost like a cheat code for an easy living. That man had done what could have been two weeks’ worth of sewing overnight.

She patrolled the campus as part of her “morning duty”, or so Crowley says.

“I wonder if this headmeowster didn’t think of hiring an actual guard if this place was so purrs-tigious…” Meowdame spoke what she was thinking while Draken huffs in agreement.

Fraena can’t help but find something fishy with this routine too. She may not have worked as an assistant but she’s been around the guild long enough to know how guildmarms function.

And they certainly did NOT need to do patrolling, those were the guild knight’s jobs!

But she can’t exactly complain when Crowley is the thread that’s keeping her and her entourage from getting sent into an unknown land where she has no identity nor the idea of how their laws work.

No doubt that Zenny can’t be used for purchasing goods here either. For now, she’ll play along with his demands.

She stopped by the statues in the middle of the Main Street, making sure that any tardy students are notified to the staff handling their classes.

Draken yawns and plops himself down next to her.

Meowdame glanced at the statues curious about who these people (and creatures) were. She inspects the one closest to them.

It was a plump woman with her head held high, her hand holding a heart-shaped fan and she wore a dress befitting a ruler.

“Are these their champions, purr-haps? Wonder what kind of meow-gic they have to be great enough to have statues made in their honor?” Meowdame wondered.

Just before Fraena can respond, she heard two voices that called out to them. From the distance, she can see two boys running in her direction.

“That’s the woman from the entrance ceremony! Whoa, they weren’t kidding when the seniors said she had a wolf-dog and a weapon. That’s so badass!” a red-haired boy strode towards them with an eager expression.

“Hey, Ace! You can’t just approach her like that!” a blue-haired boy scolds his companion who pays him no mind as he approached.

Draken stands up immediately and growls at the two boys who are scared stiff when they realized just how big the Palamute really was.

“Draken, heel!” Fraena commands him with a stern tone.

The Palamute ceased his growling and laid down again. The two boys were in awe at the authority the woman held over such a large canine.

“Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to mess with creatures you have no idea of? And why are you wasting time by trying to start small talk with me, you’re not planning on skipping class are you?”

She scolds them with an upset gaze, crossing her arms.

The blue-haired boy bows his head to her immediately.

“We apologize! Ace wanted to see your dog but I tried to stop him, honest!”

She looks to the red-haired boy called, “Ace”, who doesn’t seem apologetic at all, he was pouting at his friend instead.

“Boo, Deuce you’re such a stickler for rules like the dorm leader! Learn to live a little!”

The boy is now known as, “Deuce” shot up and glares at Ace.

“We can’t just approach people like that! She’s one of the staff here and if we get in trouble then…”

The two proceeded to bicker right in front of her.

Good grief, these boys are a handful. Fraena has met boys their age that were the same level of rowdy but at least they got their heads straight sooner or later.

But that’s probably because they were mostly hunters who took the job seriously, maybe that’s why…

“Alright, that’s enough. No need to argue out here… I can’t deny that my Palamute, Draken, here is tempting to pet but he’s not exactly social with strangers. If you guys really just came up to me to pet my companions, then would you be satisfied with shaking hands with a Palico? Would that satisfy you enough to move your butts into class?”

At that, the boys stopped and stared between her and Draken a few times.

‘She named it Draken? That’s really cool! But what the hell is a Palamute and Palico? That a new breed or something?’

Ace thinks to himself as he glanced at the Palamute who was ignoring the boys.

The two students looked confused about the terms used to label a “dog” and “cat”.

But she was right that they, more like Ace, wanted to pet the cool-looking dog.

But since said dog looked ready to munch on their hands if they try, they’ll gladly take her to offer to shake hands with a bipedal cat.

A cat that willingly offers to have its paws squished, who would say no?

“Lovely to meet mew gentlemewn~!”

"I-It talks!?" Deuce gawked.

Meowdame steps forward and shakes Deuce’s hand first. His eyes went wide as he felt the soft beans gripping his palm in her small paws.

“S-so soft!”

Was he crying? Yep, those are tears.

When it was Ace’s turn, he too marveled at the texture of the paw pads.

“You’re right! Aww man, my mom would’ve loved a cat like this!” giving the paw a few squeezes.

“Quite a charmer, aren’t mew? A pleasure to meet such enthusiastic young lads~!”

“All right, you boys had your fun, now get to class before the professor turns you into chow!”

After the handshaking, Fraena ushered the boys to class seeing as how the other students stopped to look while possibly hoping she would invite them to shake hands with Meowdame too.

She sends an ice cold stare at the forming crowd of students.

“The bell’s going to ring soon, you all get moving!”

That got the crowd to disperse quickly. And just as she said, the bell rang moments after.

When there were no students to be found and the area was completely empty, Fraena took that as a sign to head back into the building to start actual teacher’s assistant work.

Meowdame parted ways when they reached the cafeteria because Crowley decided to put her skills as a cook to use in the kitchen. Fraena can’t wait to see how rowdy it will get once they taste the legendary platter.

“These boys may not be hunters but I’ll give them a meal they’ll never fur-get!” she winks at her before heading inside.

Wouldn’t you know it, her first task was to assist Divus with the freshmen in handling potion ingredients. How lucky it was for her that Ace and Deuce were also there for the class as well.

‘It’s her!’

The two thought as Fraena enters the room and stands next to their professor like a soldier with the way her posture is ramrod straight.

Draken stood guard by the door, his back straight and ears twitching for the slightest sound. The students can’t help but divert their attention to him out of curiosity and awe.

“So, you lot are the newest litter of puppies enrolled here… let’s first get introductions in order- hmm?”

Divus paused when he noticed that the students were distracted.

The students were solely focused on Draken and could barely pay attention to their professor until they heard a snap from his teaching stick.

The boys flinched and instinctively fixed their gaze on him.

“You strays will listen when I’m speaking! Any lollygagging will get extra homework as punishment!”

That got them to focus on today’s lecture. While Divus was explaining the hundreds of herbs and fungi, Fraena simply looked at the clipboard of the ingredients the students had on their tables, and to check if they were the correct ones for today’s lesson.

‘There’s plenty of plants I’m not familiar with… But they might seem useful, I wonder if there’s a way to do these recipes without any magic…’ She thought to herself.

Though this world had no large monsters coming for them on a daily basis, she would like to put her skills to use. She’s done a lot of manual combining on and off the battlefield.

And besides, these boys might get into an accident that needed first aid.

Maybe she can bring this new knowledge back home to combat monsters easier too.

Then she hears a loud sizzling, turning around to see one of the cauldrons bubbling with dangerous chemicals overflowing the brim.

Before anyone could start panicking, Fraena whistled to Draken, who immediately dashed to their aid.

“Draken, fetch!”

“Arf!”

The Palamute dashed through the room with agile speed and grabbed the back collar of the two students nearby and dragged them to safety. All while managing to avoid the shelves full of bottled chemicals.

This allowed Divus enough time to cast a bubble spell to keep the explosion contained.

*RUMBLE, RUMBLE!*

There was a rumbling as the concoction exploded in pink and purple foam.

A harsh sizzling can be heard as it slowly dissolved away. When the foam disappeared, the students flinched when they saw the cauldron was partially melted.

They dread to think what would’ve happened had it exploded onto them without the bubble.

Draken lets go of the boys’ coats and returns to his post, Fraena gave him head pats before going to check on the students who were responsible for the disastrous experiment. The two of them seem dazed from what occurred mere seconds ago.

“You boys alright? No burns or cuts?”

She checks if there were any chemical burns on their lab coats or if their goggles were broken, thankfully they weren’t harmed.

The boys blushed when she helped them up from the floor, maybe it’s because Fraena, despite her serious expression, actually has a certain beauty to her (or is that they were being looked over by a female).

Not that she would know because she never pays attention to things like “beauty” when her lifestyle is basically hunting.

She would have no time to look pretty!

Divus walks up to the cauldron, undoing the spell he has cast to inspect the damages. Everyone in the room held their breath as he walks with an agitated gait.

Fraena could hear the students murmuring with a fearful tone.

“Oh shoot… They’re dead”

“It’s only the first day but they’re gonna be slaughtered!”

“I heard from a senior that Professor Crewel is merciless at the slightest mistake…”

He looks in the cauldron for a few seconds before smacking his teaching stick on his gloved hand.

“It seems that a few puppies were too distracted to heed my orders. I said to listen to my instructions carefully, but instead, you lot decided to play around!”

He held, from what Fraena could guess, a melted black mirror with gaudy-looking décor, and one of the students paled at the sight of the object.

So, it was his belonging?

Fraena wondered if the boy was a narcissist and loved to look at himself to bring a mirror to class.

“Ah! M-my phone- eek!”

He shrieks when the professor looms over him with a hardened gaze, clearly displeased after finding out today’s incident happened because of a “phone”.

“Let this be a lesson to you pups… one wrong procedure then you might as well have lost a limb or a chunk of your flesh!”

The students winced at the thought of experiencing something as painful as that. Divus continued on his rant.

“Be thankful, Miss Fraena was here to keep you all safe! You two, sit quietly in the back until the end of class. I’ll give you for punishment later…”

The two gulped anxiously before heading to the seats in the back with their heads hung low.

He tossed the “phone” into a bin and proceeded to continue the lesson. As if he was never furious in the first place.

Fraena has seen quite strict commanders, Divus would’ve been a frightening commander if he was ever in her world.

But why was he so worked up over a black mirror they called, “phone”? Did they hold some kind of magic?

After alchemy class was over and all the students filed out of the classroom, Divus puts a hand on Fraena’s shoulder. A smug grin was present on his handsome face.

“Excellent work today. Despite your canine being bigger than a wolf, I am surprised he was quick enough to get those pups out of danger. He hasn’t bumped into a single shelf either!”

“Oh, that’s because Draken’s quite agile on his feet and he can easily make his way through rough terrain as well as avoid any obstacles...”

At the mention of his capabilities, Draken’s face lights up with pride as he sticks his nose into the air.

Divus grins and proceeds to pet the Palamute who didn’t expect it and yelps before growling with a warning.

The man didn’t seem intimidated and just grinned smugly.

“I usually don’t let animals in the lab but if your mutt can keep these pups in line then I can make an exception. Ah, it really is refreshing to have an assistant that actually does their job~! Your next class is with Trein, isn’t it? You best be going now”

Fraena is escorted out of the room and into the hallway before the professor closed the door. She looks to Draken who wore an annoyed look as he tried to use his paw to fix his ruffled fur.

‘Is he really that relieved? Just how many assistants did he have to go through?’ she wondered.

She has seen a fair share of humans and wyverians with a certain beauty to them, Divus himself could give them a run for their zenny.

A lot of them had to deal with people who liked their looks but they can’t do their job? She’s hardly known about incidents like those.

Guess being attractive can be its own disadvantage huh? She can’t help but feel bad for the guy.

Poor guy was trying to work and someone would be pestering him for attention. If it were her, she’d be annoyed too.

‘I need to get to the next class…’

Not wanting to waste any more time, she heads for Trein’s class.

The man was in another classroom and sat at his desk with his cat, not wanting any trouble she has Draken stand guard at the door.

Palicoes and Palamutes usually get along and if they ever fight it’s usually over little things but they get over it quickly.

Lucius is clearly not happy with Draken if he ever so much as put a paw into the classroom.

“Draken, you can go take a walk in the meantime… I won’t be long”

“Huff…”

Though Draken seems a bit anxious to leave his hunter, he didn’t want to start a fight with the weird Palico hissing in his direction.

So, he obediently heads out to wherever his paws take him as Trein starts the class.

Needless to say, Fraena finds the lesson quite confusing because most of the terms being explained are not familiar to her at all. She merely assisted him in handing out course outlines and reference sheets when he tells her to.

Though she did find it a bit rude for some of the students to be getting drowsy. Though she doesn’t have schools back in her world the information was valuable.

Not to mention it was disrespectful to ignore the person whose job it is to educate.

Lucius made sure to remedy that by swiping at their noses, the students comically flinched at the feline. Barely avoiding the sharp claws that would have made red lines on their skin.

If Lucius was too lazy to swat at the students, Trein’s famous glare can send chills down their spines.

It almost seems like he was cursing them with his eyes.

Fraena did feel a bit of shiver herself, reminds her of the time a newbie screwed up and the Elder Fugen was already having a bad day.

Not a pleasant encounter… for the newbie that is.

It wasn’t a very eventful lesson other than taking notes. Fraena never really needed to go to school.

In a world like hers, “schools” are usually just taught in the village by the veteran hunters and the lessons were mostly about the basics and how to wield weapons, crafting among other survival tactics.

And if they had to take notes, it was usually out in the field. Which is a hard thing to manage if you’re spotted by your target.

Most times it ends up with the hunter kissing the floor after getting tackled by monsters.

Placing schools in another area where kids themselves have to venture to, is dangerous. Considering the kind of ecosystem they have, a school like this would never work out.

Once class was over, she had to stay behind to fix the papers and clean out the board.

While she was putting papers away and cleaning chalkboards, Trein made small talk.

“Most of your duties in my class would be to mark papers but… what extent is your education, if I may ask?”

“Well, mostly anatomy but it’s how to find breakable monster parts. There’s a bit of alchemy but it’s just mixing raw materials to make useful items. That’s about it… I can read and write like everyone else but I doubt I can do that with the different alphabet here…”

Fraena can’t help but feel a bit inadequate, she never had to learn these kinds of subjects before because they weren’t necessary.

“I see, I could teach you a few things if you want…”

“Huh?” she wasn’t expecting that.

Trein’s stern face softened a bit as he pulls out a bunch of handwritten notes and gave them to her. These were all notes on the various subjects!

“I can start tutoring you on weekends if you would like…”

She should take this offer, after all there was no telling when she would be getting back home.

“That would be nice… it’s hard to adjust when everything is so different all of a sudden…”

“You remind me so much of my two daughters, you know” Trein smiles fondly.

“I do?”

She didn’t even know he was married and had children.

“They are strong and proud girls, though they tend to keep their issues to themselves at times, but as a parent I can always tell” he chuckles fondly at the memory.

Seems like his strictness and cold gaze was just his way of showing how he cared about their education, he has a surprisingly soft side to him.

“Though, I am quite curious about your world too. Maybe we could make a deal, in exchange for tutoring you please do tell me about the world you call home. I just find it fascinating that your world has intelligent cats…”

There was a small hint of amusement in his tone, well he is a cat person after all.

Learning about a world where cats can be the perfect company who can do most things a person could, was practically paradise to him.

Fraena agrees to his terms, who is she to deny the man? Hunters can’t help but melt at the sight of Palicoes. She can admit that Palicoes are kind of the best.

Draken would whine if he heard her say that though.

After Trein’s class, she has a PE class that she needs to overlook with Vargas. Though when she got to the field, she could spot Draken who looked like he was ready to kill someone.

No doubt, someone messed with him.

“What’s the matter, boy?”

“*whines*”

Then she noticed that his fur was fluffier in a messy sense like someone had just given him so many pets that it stuck out.

And from the looks of it, he got a whole lot of affection.

Can she blame them? No, because every hunter loves to give affection to their furry companions.

Who can resist? But this may be too many pets.

Then she heard the loud, booming voice of Vargas. What she saw nearly made her have whiplash.

That man was flying… on a broom of all things?! He noticed her stunned expression the moment he landed.

“What’s the matter? Have my outstanding flying skills made you speechless?”

He flexed his muscled arm in pride.

“H-how do you fly… wh-what is happening?!”

“Oh, it’s natural for anyone to fly using a broom, given that they have enough magic and control. Haha! You should close your gaping maw unless you want to eat flies!”

“F-forgive me, I wasn’t trying to be rude it’s just… back home, people usually took flight on a Flying Wyvern and not a tool for cleaning- oh Gogma-dammit…”

She regrets saying that the moment Vargas’ eyes lit up with excitement at the mention of people riding monsters.

Before she could escape, he puts an arm around her shoulder as he gives her a huge grin.

“You mean to tell me that not only do you hunt monsters… but you also ride them into a glorious battle?!” his eyes were practically sparkling.

“W-well, riders are the ones who ride the monsters and hunters do the, you know… hunting…”

Fraena wants to put a boot in her mouth because Vargas won’t pass up on wanting to hear any more stories about “glorious hunts”.

Thankfully, she is spared momentarily when the students started to pile into the field.

She took notice of how some of them had features of animals, she can’t help but stare.

But she soon realized that she gazed at them for too long when a student with dusty blonde hair and hyena ears looked her way.

Vargas blew his whistle and signaled the students to start lining up on the track field for a good 100-meter run.

Fraena watched as the students ran around the large field. Some quickly succumbed after running a short distance and got Vargas shouting for them to regulate their speed.

While there were others who were running quite a distance before they even worked up a sweat. The majority of those were beastmen, she can guess why.

Even wyverians tend to be more athletic and have better endurance compared to humans.

Vargas calls out to her holding a thermal bag filled to the brim with cold water bottles.

“Hand these out to the kids struggling to run, they look dehydrated. Tsk, tsk, those boys ought to work their muscles more! A little bit of exercise won’t hurt every now and again!”

He flexes his muscles to prove a point, Fraena admits that he’s as buff as Elder Fugen. Just not able to match the height… that little detail is kept to herself.

She motions to Draken who immediately figures out what she needed him to do. Fraena rides on his back as the Palamute ran to the students at the far end of the field.

The same hyena boy was sweating quite a lot after running around almost half of the field, he hears rustling grass nearby and he nearly stumbled at the sight of the Palamute.

He looks to the rider to see it was the lady who was standing next to Vargas earlier.

She tossed him a cold bottle which he immediately takes to drinking about a half-full of its contents before dumping it on himself.

“Man that hits the spot! Nothing beats a cold drink on a hot day, shi shi!”

He turns his attention to the lady and his nose catches a confusing array of scents, he can smell some form of an animal? Or at least he thinks is an animal on her.

But also a bit of blood. Ruggie didn’t realize that he was backing away the moment he got a whiff of it. Fraena thought he was afraid of her Palamute and tried to remedy the awkward situation.

“Oh, no need to be tense. Draken’s just not used to strangers…”

“Grrr….”

“Ah! T-that’s not what I was…”

Before he could try to come up with an explanation, she was already running off to another student who was suffering from this sweltering heat.

Ruggie kept his gaze on her, he’s met his fair share of people who smelled like blood. Usually, they’re troublemakers and street thugs who had a history of violence.

Of course, he and his fellow hyenas fought back with their bone-crushing teeth.

But the thing is... the smell of blood on those thugs can always be traced back to other people.

But this lady… the blood smelled close to a beast of some kind. Nothing like he’s ever smelled before.

It was like the scent of an untamed jungle. Where everything is out to get you and won’t spare you any mercy.

And he can tell just by the way she carries herself that she’s not someone who hunts for the trophy.

More like she was the prey and she fought back whatever tried to devour her.

He felt his fur stand on end at the thought. Seems like the new teacher’s assistant wasn’t someone who lived their version of a “normal” life.

‘That headmaster hired another eccentric one, huh?’ he thought to himself.

He goes back to running his laps, trying to shake the lingering scent off his nose.

A few students got distracted by Fraena riding Draken all over the place which caused Vargas to add pushups to their exercise when they bumped into each other.

He thought they were being ungentlemanly and were gawking at the only female staff in this school.

Vargas won’t allow these boys to disrespect the lady who gained his respect!

After the period ended and almost all of the students were gasping for air while feeling the ache of their sore muscles, Vargas dismissed them. Stating how only a few were able to keep up with the assigned exercises.

This is unacceptable in his view, he reminds the boys that he’ll make sure they’re almost as good as he is so they won’t fall back next time. Most of them shuddered at the thought of having more than just the torment they experienced today.

“Those youngsters think that sitting on the couch and scrolling through their phone is all they need. I’ll show them the awe-inspiring revelation of muscles soon!”

He turns to Fraena with an expression that clearly states that she’ll be held here for more chit-chat.

“By the way, Fraena... I noticed you’re quite muscular yourself though. Considering that you carry around that huge weapon and the fact you hunt down behemoths on the daily…”

‘Oh no… please don’t tell me what I think you’re about to tell me!’

She pleaded to whomever deity was sympathetic enough to hear her cry for help.

But alas… no one answered.

“You’ve got to show me some of those moves, little miss! I’m always open to spar you know, no need to worry about hurting me! I’m built like a tank!”

“A-ah… fine… someday”

Not like she had a choice in the matter. She never really liked sticking around people for too long. She found it awkward despite the reputation she got back in Kamura.

Unfortunately, her small talk and distant attitude contributed to her “coolness” or so the rumor goes.

The moment Vargas gave them an out, the two booked it out of the field faster than a sliding Lagombi.

“Ugh, could this place get any weirder?”

*GRUMBLE*

She paused when her stomach growled, at least she’ll have some sort of familiarity once she goes to the cafeteria. Knowing Meowdame, she’ll whip up some home cooking.

“Let’s go see Meowdame for now…”

“Arf, arf!”

Draken couldn’t agree more, this strange place was starting to stress them out. Some food would remedy that.

Little did she know, that the day was about to get weirder once a certain fire-breathing melynx managed to sneak into campus and is now being chased by two first years, Ace and Deuce.

END

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A quick friendship fic inspired by Hamrikka on tiktoks INCREDIBLE fanart of Astarion as a tailor. Please go give them a like and a follow, they are spectacular. The story is based on my Tav, Aster, a teifling wild magic sorcerer.

Aster gazed out across the glimmering water from the windows at the top of the tower. The sun was growing heavy over Waterdeep’s harbors, bathing the water in a golden glow. Her hand lazily traced the page of the book she had been failing to understand for the past hour. Her mind drifted uneasily over the next few days to come. Such a big thing to be so mundane…

The sound of the door crashing open jolted her from her musings. Astarion swept in, bolts of ivory fabric tucked under his arm, his tape measure flung over his shoulder. And the dress…draped across his arms. “Darling, I need your body. Er…your figure…Well, you know what I mean!” he said, dropping his supplies on a nearby bench. He turned to look at her as he hung up the dress.

“What’s that you’re reading?”

“Oh, Gale gave it to me. A wedding present. It’s something about using warding tattoos as a bonding charm…but to be honest, it may as well be written in Rashemi. “ Aster sighed, placing it to the side.

Astarion smirked. “Only Gale would try to flirt using a book.”

“It’s worked before.” Aster muttered absentmindedly.

“Oh, really now? Do go on…”

“What was it you needed, Astarion? Or did you just come in here to irritate me?”

He gestured to the small stool in front of him. “You’re taller than my dress form, I need to work on the hem.”

Aster begrudgingly rose from her seat, joining him in the center of the room. She eyed the ivory lace, the silk against her skin as he helped her step into it. Astarion had insisted that he be the one to sew their wedding outfits the moment Gale told him he had proposed. And he had worked with scarcely a moment to breathe for weeks. Drawing up designs, measuring every inch, dragging her to every textile merchant in Waterdeep that was willing to see them after hours. It was nice to see him so passionate. So alive.

“It’s beautiful, Astarion.” she said, running her fingers along the cuff of one of the flowing sleeves. “You’re beautiful dear, I have merely elevated it.” he muttered, never taking his eyes off a particularly troublesome seam. Finally pleased with its placement, he settled onto the floor and took to hemming.

Aster watched in the mirror, taking in the way the fabric seemed to float. White was not her color, yet Astarion had found the perfect shade. It was incredible. But putting the dress on, seeing herself in it, had caused a pit to form in Aster’s stomach. She shifted anxiously, eliciting an exasperated sigh from her tailor. “I’m going to stick you with a pin if you don’t stop fidgeting Aster. And blood will not come out of this fabric, you can trust me on that.”

Aster shot him an apologetic glance and tried to keep herself still. Several quiet moments passed. “What has you so jumpy anyway?” Astarion asked from between the pins gripped in his teeth. Aster didn’t answer, seeming lost in her mind. He resumed his work on the hem, only the sounds of his occasional tuts to punctuate the silence.

Finally he rocked back on his heels to examine his work. Nodding, he rose, and made his way toward the door. “Take that off,” he called over his shoulder. “I need another spool before I start stitching.” Aster complied, hanging the dress and returning to her spot near the windows. She drew the curtains until there was only a small patch of remaining daylight streaming through. She settled back with the book until Astarion returned. He smiled, bringing his work and joining her in the shaded area of the window seat, lighting nearby candles on his way.

They sat together, in their respective works, but Aster could feel his eyes on her. He wanted to know what was bothering her. But before she could break the silence, he cleared his throat and asked “You do want to marry Gale, don’t you, Aster?”

“Of course…” she replied, not looking up. “Because it’s important to Gale…he wants to be married…”

“That’s not exactly a resounding yes…”

Aster sighed, turning to look out over the harbor. Astarion continued his stitching patiently. She would speak when she was ready.

“Six months ago I was a carefree, artistic, hedonist in Baldur’s Gate…and now I’m about to be someone’s wife…I-I’m not sure I’m cut out for the role…”

Astarion made a sympathetic noise, nodding softly. “And you think Gale doesn’t know this about you? You’re not exactly subtle about your…wild streak.”

“I think Gale doesn’t understand it. You’ve said yourself that it was a miracle I didn’t wind up as one of Cazador’s spawn, given how I lived-”

“And I stand by that statement. You were quite the heathen.”

“And what could Gale Dekarios from Waterdeep understand about that?” Aster let her head fall against the window, the heat of the glass stinging her forehead. “It just all happened so fast…I don’t think enough time has passed for Gale to see me for who I am. Not as a hero of Baldur’s Gate. As the starving artist who drinks and smokes more than she should and did what she had to to survive. As the sorcerer who jumped off the Gate’s walls when the magic became too much…”

Astarion didn’t reply, giving space for her to release all her thoughts. After a few moments of silence, he set aside the dress and leaned forward. “You’re right. Gale doesn’t know that starving artist. Because that’s simply not you. None of us are who we were before. And while I understand your…trepidation…you’re making an awful fuss over something that’s a formality darling.”

Aster sat forward, her brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve already made your vows! I was there!”

“I’m not following.”

Astarion rolled his eyes and huffed, gesturing to her warding ring. “In the shadow cursed lands! We were in the house of healing and you found those rings. I remember when you realized what kind of magic connected them. You both argued over who would wear the ring that could cast the ward. Gale refused to even consider allowing you to be hurt on his behalf. But you swapped the rings and thought no one noticed. You promised Gale that no matter what he decided to do about the orb, you would be by his side. And he in turn promised to stay by your side, the orb be damned.”

Aster’s eyes widened at Astarion’s implication. But he was technically correct…that was what happened.

“Shadowheart was there, so there was a cleric to hear your vows…And I-And I remember I was so…proud. Honored…to witness the first friends I had ever had pledge their lives to one another.” He tucked his chin, studying his hands intently. Aster reached forward and took his hand in hers, giving it a squeeze. He lifted his eyes to meet hers, trying to hide the soft mist forming in them.

“You know I loathe attributing anything to the gods. But there is one thing I agree with Gale on. It was a divine intervention that the two of you found me on that beach in Eltergard. I have never known two people more deserving of each other’s affections. Or vows. But this is just a party Aster…you and Gale have been bound to each other for months already.”

Aster pushed her book aside and pulled him into a hug. Astarion always seemed surprised when one of them embraced him, but today he welcomed it, allowing Aster to squeeze him as tight as she could. “Thank you.” she whispered, taking in the comfort of her friend's arms.

When they broke, Astarion tucked his chin again, clearing his throat. He put on his best jovial, teasing expression and said “But, if my sappy, twee droning hasn’t convinced you to go through with it, I can always whisk you away, darling. A sordid affair is always in my repertoire.”

“What’s this I hear from my closest friend and my bride to be?” Gale’s voice boomed from the doorway, where he was leaning with an amused expression.

“Oh perish the thought!” Astarion cried, dramatically laying a hand across his brow. “We’ve been caught laying our secret passions bare.” He gave Gale a wicked smile before rising from his seat and sauntering across the room.

“Alas, the sun has set and I’m feeling…peckish. Don’t wait up darlings!” he called as he swept from the room. Gale watched him go with a soft chuckle. He joined Aster by the window, kneeling beside her and pressing a soft kiss to her hand. “What were the two of you discussing, my love?”

“Nothing important, just talking through some jitters…”

“You’re not getting cold feet on me, are you?”

“Well…I suppose I was…until Astarion pointed out that we already made our vows months ago…” Gale’s eyebrows raised, his expression a mixture of amusement and surprise. Aster held up her hand wiggling her ring finger.

“In the house of healing…we exchanged rings, and made vows. Shadowheart and Astarion were there, so we had a cleric and a witness. Astarion was all too happy to point out that we’ve been sealed for months.” Gale smiled, leaning his forehead to hers. “What a happy accident…” he murmured, placing a soft kiss on her lips. His lips trailed down her to her jaw, then peppering her neck. “However,” he murmured, snaking his arm around her waist “That means I have been a woefully negligent husband these past few months. But…perhaps with Astarion out for the evening…that could be remedied…”

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate oc #baldurs gate astarion #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #gale x tav #astarion

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