#and then the music and you turning into a ball of light and disappearing . we started crying

[solarmorrigan]

For the angst prompt thing: Steddie and "Don't fucking touch me."

Hello! Thank you very much for sending a prompt, I'm sorry it took me so long to post, but I do think this one is my favorite out of all the fills I've done for this prompt list <3

[No warnings; Unnamed Freak (who apparently got a name in the most recent novel, but I didn't know that at the time) is named Oliver]

Angsty-ish Prompt List

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“I’m gonna step outside for a minute,” Steve leans in to murmur in Eddie’s ear, even though the music isn’t that loud.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Eddie nods, and only just keeps himself from turning to catch Steve’s mouth in a kiss when he feels the brush of his lips against his ear; it’s not his fault he’s developed some kind of Pavlovian association between having Steve’s mouth anywhere near his skin and receiving kisses – but they do have company.

Said company is just Gareth, Jeff, and Oliver, but still. Eddie has some decorum.

Steve stands from the couch and the arm he’d had slung around Eddie’s shoulders slides away slowly, his hand brushing warm and heavy over the back of Eddie’s neck, thumb stroking once, familiarly, along the side of his throat before disappearing entirely as Steve moves towards the front door. He doesn’t do so great with groups of people in small spaces anymore; the noise gets to him, and the heat generated by so many bodies in close proximity tends to give him a headache, so he takes breaks now and then, just to give his brain a few minutes to unbend.

The door swings open on silent hinges (Steve had attacked it with a can of WD-40 and a look of determination earlier today, insisting he couldn’t stand the squeaking anymore; he’s always doing things like that around the house – little repairs, organizing, picking things up, even though Eddie insists he doesn’t have to. He says he wants to, the endearing little weirdo) and Steve steps out into the cool evening, leaving Eddie and the boys behind in the warm light of the trailer’s main room.

“So,” Jeff says, looking up from his spot on the floor and gesturing vaguely at Eddie with his beer can, “how’s that going for you guys?”

Eddie blinks at him. “How’s what going?”

“The whole thing between you two,” Jeff clarifies, and Eddie raises a skeptical brow at him.

“You wanna talk about me and Steve having sex?” Eddie asks.

Jeff’s nose scrunches in distaste. “What? No.”

“Not ever,” Gareth jumps in.

“I mean…” Oliver says with a shrug, flinching when Gareth pelts him with a balled-up napkin.

“No,” Gareth reiterates.

“I refuse to apologize for simple curiosity,” Oliver sniffs, and Eddie, seated next to him on the couch, gives him a shove.

He’s glad his friends are accepting – supportive, even (he’d like to say he wouldn’t hang out with them if they weren’t, but let’s be real: nerds could be hard to come by in their neck of the woods, and as long as they were the quiet type of homophobic, Eddie would probably still play D&D with them. But he’s glad they’re not), but he does have some boundaries.

Like, one or two, maybe.

“I just meant the whole… dating thing,” Jeff says, taking a sip from his beer. “Because I’ll be honest, I really didn’t see it at first, but it actually seems to be working out.”

“Dating?” Eddie parrots blankly.

“Yeah. You guys are in, like, some kind of never-ending honeymoon phase or some shit,” Gareth says. “Hasn’t it been over two months?”

“Uhhh, no, I think you gentlemen are confused,” Eddie drawls. “Steve and I are not dating.”

This declaration is met with a moment of silence.

“Seriously?” Oliver finally says.

“Yep,” Eddie replies easily. “No relationship shit here. Strictly a friends-with-benefits-type deal.”

“Seriously,” Olver says again, flatly this time.

“Yes, Oliver, seriously,” Eddie huffs, reaching over to give him another shove, only to have his hand pushed away.

“Eddie, he was practically sitting in your lap just now,” Jeff says. “You two are all over each other.”

“Constantly,” Gareth adds.

Eddie shrugs. “It’s not like this is a big couch; we gotta squish. Anyway, Steve’s just a touchy kind of guy.”

“He doesn’t sit like that with any of us,” Gareth points out.

“Yeah, well, you guys aren’t the ones receiving benefits,” Eddie says. “You want him to sit on your lap? You could ask.”

Gareth lets his head hang back with a noise of frustration. “That’s not the point, and you know it.”

“Don’t you two go on dates?” Jeff asks. “I’ve seen you at the movies. You talk about going out to eat, doing other shit…”

“Yeah, see, that’s the friends part of friends with benefits,” Eddie snarks. “Friends hang out sometimes, I’ve been told. We are all, in fact, hanging out right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m dating any of you.”

“You don’t see the way he looks at you?” Oliver asks, and Eddie can’t help but scoff.

He appreciates the fact that Oliver is passionate about pretty much anything he does, but it also means he’s given to romanticizing. He doesn’t usually manage to drag Jeff or Gareth in with him, though.

“Pretty sure he looks at me like a friend, because that’s what we are.” Eddie rolls his eyes before offering a smarmy little grin. “I mean, I’m sure he looks at me as an exceptionally attractive friend, but that’s it.”

“Genuinely can’t tell if you’re fucking with us, man,” Jeff says, rolling his eyes.

“Genuinely, I am not,” Eddie promises, taking the last viable swallow from his beer before getting up and heading for the kitchen, wiggling his empty can at the others with a raised eyebrow in question. Gareth raises his own near-empty can with a shrug and Eddie nods. “Look,” he says as he ducks towards the fridge, “Steve isn’t the kinda guy you have a relationship with, anyway, you know?”

Eddie doesn’t mean this in a negative way, just as a matter of fact. Steve just doesn’t seem to be a relationship kind of guy. Nancy had been something of an outlier, in how long she and Steve had lasted, and it had become clear after the dust from the Upside Down had settled that he really doesn’t have any interest in pursuing her further. Just the other day, he’d mentioned to Eddie how difficult relationships can be, and about how glad he is they have their thing together instead.

“Being with you is just… easy,” Steve had said; he hadn’t been looking at Eddie at the time, his face instead pillowed on Eddie’s chest, hair sticking to his naked skin where the sweat was still cooling from their last round, but Eddie could see the edge of a smile on his lips.

And Eddie doesn’t have much experience with relationships himself, but he knows that being friends with Steve is easy and that the sex feels equally easy and that the way he’d agreed with Steve and carded his fingers through his hair had sent Steve right to sleep with that same smile still in place.

Easy.

Now, Eddie shoves his head into the fridge and reaches for the beers that have somehow gotten pushed to the back. “It’s nothing major, okay?” he calls back towards the living room.

“Eddie…” Gareth calls back, an edge to his voice.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m on it.” Eddie waves vaguely, making sure to grab a second beer. “Anyway, Steve’s a good friend, and he’s really hot, and we’re just having fun.”

The bang of the front door against the frame startles Eddie so badly he nearly smacks his head on the underside of the freezer as he stands, a beer clutched in each hand like he might be able to use them as projectiles.

There is no threat, though – just Steve, who had apparently failed to catch the screen door before it had shut too quickly behind him. He doesn’t seem to have noticed; he’s just standing there, staring at Eddie, color rising high in his cheeks, eyes wide and shocked, like he’s just been slapped.

Concern wells up from Eddie’s gut, and he opens to his mouth to ask what’s wrong when Steve finally speaks.

“Yeah,” he croaks, “I’m not having fun.”

Eddie’s brows furrow in confusion, the beginnings of cold dread trickling into his veins well ahead of any conscious thought.

“I think I– I think I should go,” Steve says.

He grabs his keys from the side table by the door, where they’ve lived next to Eddie’s and Wayne’s for the last few months whenever he’s been at the house, and then he’s gone again, the screen door banging shut once more behind him.

And Eddie has no idea what just happened, but he knows it wasn’t good. He drops the beers on the counter and bolts out the door after Steve.

Steve is nearly to his car by the time Eddie scrambles down the front steps, and he’s paying absolutely no attention when Eddie calls after him.

“Steve,” Eddie tries again, stumbling to a stop right behind him as he jams his keys into the driver’s side lock. “Steve, for fuck’s sake, what–” he reaches out, wrapping one hand around Steve’s bicep, and Steve jerks out of his grip.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Steve snaps.

Eddie pulls his hand back, but doesn’t step away, entirely baffled by the sudden turn the evening has taken. “What the hell happened back there?”

Steve goes still, grip going lax on his keys. “I heard what you said, Eddie.”

“About – about what? Are you mad I was talking to them about us sleeping together? Because, Steve, they already knew,” Eddie insists, a little incredulous. “You said you were fine with them knowing! You were practically feeling me up in front of them!”

“I don’t give a shit if they know we’re having sex!” Steve hisses, finally whirling around to look at Eddie. “I meant the rest. About how I’m not the kind of guy you have a relationship with.”

Eddie’s stomach sinks. He hadn’t realized that was such a sensitive subject. “I – shit, I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings, I just didn’t think you wanted–”

“About how we’re just having fun,” Steve cuts in, and if he’d sounded raw before, his voice is practically ground down to nothing now.

That brings Eddie up short. “…aren’t we?” he asks after a moment.

Steve says nothing.

“I mean, shit, Steve, it’s not like we’re in a relationship,” Eddie says, offering a little laugh, because even Steve would have to admit that the idea is a little silly.

Except.

Except Steve just glances away, staring at the ground beside Eddie’s feet, and – oh, shit.

“Oh, shit.”

Steve is still unnervingly silent, one arm curled around his middle while the other hand comes up to pinch briefly at the bridge of his nose. He still won’t look at Eddie.

“You… you thought we were,” Eddie says dumbly, and Steve shrugs.

“Can you blame me? We spend all our time together, Eddie. I’m here more than I’m at my own house, I think I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve slept in my own bed in the last month. We go out and do things together, I try to keep things nice around the house because I want Wayne to like me, we have, like, a lot of sex, and– we… I mean, we kiss and touch and just – do shit like that even when it doesn’t lead anywhere.” Steve shrugs helplessly, finally looking up. “I mean, Christ, Eddie, what did you think we were doing?”

“I thought we were friends!” Eddie insists. Steve throws him an incredulous look and Eddie amends, “With benefits!”

“Right.” Steve’s expression flattens back out, going cold and hard and unlike anything Eddie’s become used to from him. “Because I’m not the kind of guy you’d want to have a relationship with.”

“I said that because I thought you didn’t want to be in a relationship!” Eddie snaps. “It’s not like you stay with anyone for very long, so I just assumed you didn’t want to be with anyone.”

Some of the ice retreats from Steve’s face, leaving a watering kind of hurt in its stead. “Do you listen to me at all when I talk?”

“What? Of course I do!” Eddie might have gotten turned around in certain respects, but he will not have his merits as a friend called into question; of course he listens to Steve.

“Are you sure? Because I talk about you an awful lot. I talk about doing things with you, about doing things in the future with you,” Steve says pointedly, “about how I want to stay with you.”

And Eddie had wanted Steve to stay with him, too. He’s just been thinking – well, he’d thought it was because they get along so well, that Steve had wanted to stick around. That it had only made sense.

“We never talked about… being anything else,” Eddie says, the protest a little weak even to his own ears. “I’m pretty sure I’d remember that.”

Steve pulls a sharp breath in, pinching at the bridge of his nose again; he leaves his hand there this time, eyes scrunched shut. “Just a few days ago, I told you how much I liked being with you. How good and how easy it felt compared to anyone else I’ve ever been with,” he says, barely more than a rough whisper. “And you said…”

I like being with you, too.

Eddie had said that.

He’d meant that he likes being around Steve, likes being his friend, definitely likes having sex with him, but he’d said it while combing his fingers through Steve’s hair, while cuddled up with him in bed, and – okay, yes, he can see the mixed signals there. He can see where Steve might have gotten the idea that they didn’t have an arrangement, that they were just together.

“I– I didn’t mean–”

“Obviously,” Steve snaps, dropping his hand from his face and turning back towards his car.

Eddie tsks, frustrated, and reaches out to grab Steve’s wrist – not pulling, just trying to keep his attention.

“Don’t,” Steve warns him, pulling back from his grasp for a second time.

“I didn’t mean to lead you on,” Eddie tries desperately. “I really… I really didn’t.”

“Yeah. I can see that. But Eddie…” Steve is quiet for a moment, posture so tense and still that Eddie suspects he’s not even breathing. “I’m probably the best-qualified asshole around to tell you that you really have to fucking think about how what you’re doing affects the people around you.”

Somehow, that stings more than any screamed insult Steve could have thrown at him.

“Steve…”

“I’ll come get my shit out of your place tomorrow,” Steve says, low and sharp, before getting into his car and slamming the door behind him.

After that, Eddie has no choice but to step back or get run over, and he watches until Steve’s taillights are no longer visible.

He can hear the hissing of some whispered conversation just beyond the door as he trudges back up the front steps, but his friends fall conspicuously quiet the moment he steps inside.

“…hey,” Gareth finally ventures after several seconds of awkward, sticky silence.

“Hey,” Eddie says flatly.

“Do you… want us to stay?” Jeff asks.

Slowly, Eddie shakes his head. “I think I should… I need to– think about shit.”

The boys all nod, throwing him variously sympathetic glances and clapping him on the shoulder on their way out. Oliver pauses, as if he’s going to say something, but Gareth gives him a shove and gets him out the door before he has the chance. Probably for the best.

Eddie feels numb as he trudges back towards his room, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

He flops down on his bed, face landing in a pillow that smells entirely too much like Steve’s shampoo. Probably because it’s on the side of the bed that Steve always takes. Next to the nightstand with the small stack of sports magazines that definitely aren’t Eddie’s. And the spare pair of glasses that also isn’t Eddie’s.

With a low tug in his gut, Eddie realizes how much of Steve’s stuff has crept into his room, into the trailer, into his life – how much Steve has become a part of his life, how much of Eddie’s day has been built around him, how much he’s come to lean on his presence, has come to want him there.

And Steve is going to take it all back sometime soon. Take all of his things away before he removes himself from Eddie’s life, too, because Eddie hadn’t been thinking and he hadn’t been careful and he hadn’t realized–

Eddie’s pretty sure he just broke up with Steve.

He’s also pretty sure he hadn’t wanted to.

His main consolation, as he curls up on his side, nose still buried in Steve’s pillow, is that as soon as Robin hears what happened (and she will hear, he has no doubt), she’ll probably come murder him.

At least he won’t have to wallow for long.

Part 2

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #smallspaceplant #eddiesteve #listen Steve is u-haul lesbian flavored and Eddie is I know we're married but do you like me? lesbian flavored - you feel? #anyway I shouldn't be allowed to use tags on less than six hours of sleep! #answers from solar #solar wrote #hurt no comfort #edit: now with a continuation that will eventually include comfort

[cythena]

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❥ — ꒰ notes ꒱ yuuji x older!fem!reader, college au, american college system, yuuji is a college sophomore, reader is a college senior, 19-21 age gap, reader has a nice ass, oral (f receiving), p n v, unprotected sex, if you don’t like anything leave ig

❥ — ꒰ synopsis ꒱ yuuji meets todo’s older friend at his party and he’s hopeful to impress her ; 1.5k words

you were definitely the prettiest girl he’s seen. he stood next to aoi when you walked past with toge. he almost forgot about the stupid drinking game he was playing. his head followed you to the kitchen until you disappeared.

he felted so perverted. to be fair, your face caught his attention first. then his eyes trailed lower. first, the swell of your breasts then the arch of your back. the finally lingered on the curve of your ass.

he wasn’t hiding it from anyone. nobara had also let her head to drift to what distracted her friend. it was a girl. a smirk pulled the corner of her lips.

she noticed you waving to aoi and mouthing something to him. so she nudged his big arm to get his attention.

“hey, todo, who’s that girl you just waved to?”

todo didn’t take his eyes off the table. he brought the ping pong ball up to his eye level while he answered. “that’s y/n.” he tossed the ball and successfully landed it in the final cup.

with only a few cups remaining in the game, you decided to join as a spectator. you took your spot right next to yuuji. he was so grateful he didn’t turn around until after he scored.

you congratulated aoi first with a quick side hug. he stepped aside with yuuji, saying they’ll play in a moment.

“hi! i’m y/n, what’s your name?” you shouted over the music. yuuji swallowed his nerves before speaking. you were smiling up at him so sweetly. he barely tilted his head or else he’d catch a full sight of your tits.

still he smiled back at you. “my name is yuuji itadori!”

your eyes widened and you looked at aoi. “itadori! oh my gosh, todo is always talking about you! it’s so nice to meet you!”

“oh, what has he told you?”

“he says you’re cool, really good at beer pong too.”

your praise relaxed him but then aoi excused himself to join the game again. now he would have to talk to you alone. you were sweet enough, funny, a good listener.

now you and yuuji drifted onto the couch together. you had a decent view of todo playing beer pong again.

“how’d you meet todo?” he asked.

“ugh, my freshman year, he was in my dms for a little bit. we had like some class together that we ended up talking in.”

“wait so you’re the same age?”

you nodded. “yeah. when did you meet him again, last year?”

“i did. how have we never met?” he shifted his body to face you. you crossed your legs, accentuating your hips. he imagined how it would feel to put his hands on them.

he wondered if you were even trying. your words seemed innocent enough but your gaze seemed to say otherwise.

you sighed and placed a hand on your forehead mid conversation. “i don’t come to his parties much, but it’s my last year so i’ll come.”

“you okay?” he extended his hand to your forearm. you eyed him from underneath your palm.

“yeah, just need a break or something. let’s go,” you stood up and gestured for him to follow you. you even took his hand. he glanced over to nobara and inumaki, who smiled at him before he was led upstairs.

you took him to one of the empty bedrooms. yuuji waited for you at the door while you dimmed the lights. he didn’t even acknowledge the faint click of you locking the door. maybe he didn’t notice.

he did notice how you pulled him onto the mattress with you. you sat up and slipped the thin straps of your dress off your arms. he scrambled to sit up with you. the front your dress almost fell down before you dragged it up.

“yuuji,” you faux pouted. “i don’t usually go for younger guys, but you’re really cute.” you lifted your head to look at him. your free hand cupped his cheek.

the way you said his name, called him cute, touched his cheek. it all sent blood rushing to his cock.

you continued. “they never know what they’re doing. always so selfish, and needy, and they never care about me.” you ended up sitting in his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck. “do you think…that you can prove me wrong?”

your hands were clenched around his shirt. he hesitantly wrapped his arm around your waist. his hand pushed against your back.

“yeah. i’ll treat you right,” he breathed out.

yuuji held your legs over his shoulders as he laid between your legs. your hand tangled in his hair. his tongue slurped obnoxiously between your folds.

“you’re so f-fucking good at this!” you moaned out. you pulled your dress down to play with your own tits. opening his eyes, he could admire the gorgeous sight.

he selfishly rutted his cock against the sheets. he’s so desperate to taste you. your thighs clenched around his head like heaven.

one hand’s ring and index slide in and out of your cunt. he switched from his thumb playing with and his tongue swirling around your clit.

he pulled away with a gasp. “mhm, tastes so good. need more, please,” he panted. you let out another loud moan when he sucked on your clit. his fingers grazed your g spot one more time.

“yuuji! fuck!” you cried. you squeezed your breast and yanked his hair. the pain easily forced a moan out of him. tears formed in your eyes from the white hot intensity of your orgasm.

your chest rose and fell rapidly. your breath was out of reach. yuuji sucked on his fingers and licked his lips as he crawled up to your eye level with a stupid grin.

“you’re so good,” you smiled back. you pulled him down for a kiss, tasting your own cum during the sloppy exchange of your tongues.

“can i fuck you now? is that okay?”

how cute, you thought. “yes. please.”

he eagerly yanked his pants down it was adorable. you felt the tip. he was so thick. you wondered how it would feel hitting the back of your throat.

he moaned when he could finally enter your tight hole. even his fingers struggled at first. just the tip had you digging your nails into his arms.

his cock was immediately soaked. it was smoother than trying his fingers. the mixture of spit and your own slick coated his length. he loved when his pelvis hit your ass.

he was completely inside you.

he bent your knees and pushed them near your head. so open to him. he grabbed your thighs, as he slowly moved out. he could see the shine you left on him.

“can i go faster?”

“please.”

he lifted you up with his hands under your ass. your back arched once he hit your cervix again. it was deliciously painful. the new angle let him reach places you never knew before.

stars floated around in your vision. yuuji zeroed in on your expression. sweat stuck strands of hair to your face. the mascara on your bottom lashes smudged under your eye. he smeared your lipliner around too. it was so hot to see you in such a mess all for him.

“you’re so pretty, y/n. so pretty you’re gonna make me cum.” with that you came faster than you thought possible. such an innocent compliment twisted into something so dirty.

yuuji was something else to you. you never thought you’d find someone like this. the way he knew your body better than you was unatural. you moaned his name so sweetly. tears finally broke from your waterline to roll down your cheeks.

“yuuji, please.”

“where do you want it?” he groaned. he was so close. the more you chanted his name, the more you pulled him in.

“i-inside! i fucking need it,” you begged him, your voice cracking with another moan.

yuuji pulled you closer. his hand wrapped around your head so he could kiss you while his cum filled you up. your hole tightened around him, milking every drop. his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

when he finished, he rolled you both over so you could lay on his chest. you rested your eyes for a moment and his hand stroked your back.

aoi naturally barged into yuuji’s room. yuuji was lying on his bed. he lifted his head up to see what he wanted but he was scooped into a hug.

“congratulations. i know what happened.”

yuuji was already used to these dramatic scenes with him. he waited for aoi to put him back down. “what are you talking about?” he asked.

“with y/n. i’m so proud of you.” aoi gripped yuuji’s shoulder emotionally.

it clicked in yuuji’s head now. his face flushed. he wasn’t expecting his friend to invade his dorm room to talk about sex, especially when it was with his friend.

he collapsed onto his bed again, “that’s kinda embarrassing, todo.” he pushed a pillow against his face.

“you, my dear brother, have accomplished the impossible.”

“huh? oh yeah! she told me she never let you-”

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benedict bridgerton x princess!reader

summary: benedict has always been against marriage, but when he meets the princess one fateful night he can't help but fall in love.

contains: fluff and a lot of flirty banter.

a/n: another series cos it was just too much for a oneshot! this was so fun to write i just adore him. to the anon who requested this, i hope you love it and all its upcoming parts!

word count: 1.2k

You feel a heavy gaze on you as you glide across the ballroom. The chandelier above you twinkles with a warm glow, the light catching in your hair as you’re spun around by this suitor and that. The king has tired of begging you to select one for yourself and has threatened on more than one occasion to marry you off to the next prince to set foot in the palace. You know he doesn’t mean it, but you also know it is your duty to carry on the royal bloodline. Your father is right. You must choose. But certainly not this young man dancing with you. No, he’s far too boring. Not unsightly by any means, but he doesn’t make your stomach flip, doesn’t make you giggle as if possessed by an unearthly amount of joy. Still, you feel the eyes of another on you.

Benedict Bridgerton has long been a firm believer of marrying only when absolutely, undeniably in mad love. He hasn’t found that, not yet. That is why when his sisters begged him to accompany them to the royal ball he only agreed under the condition that they leave him free to speak to all the lovely women attending. Perhaps he might be able to take one home tonight and part ways come morning. That had been his original plan, anyway, which lay discarded from this very moment on; the moment he laid eyes on you.

Your current dance partner bows before you as the song comes to a close. He gives you a playful smirk before leaving you, and you resist the urge to laugh. You sigh, exhausted. You’ve got half a mind to find your father, tell him you’re not feeling well and retire to your bedroom for the remainder of the night. You’re grasping at the ruffles of your gown to turn and leave when he appears before you. He has a boyish grin fit to make the most reserved of women melt, and his ocean eyes glimmer like moonlight on waves. “May I have this dance, Your Highness?” You couldn’t say no if you tried.

It’s a different ballroom tonight, but you feel yourself searching faces in the crowd, hoping you might catch a glimpse of that handsome stranger you danced with only a fortnight ago. It was no simple feat escaping the palace. You struggled to squeeze into your gown on your own, but couldn’t risk any of your ladies in waiting knowing about your little disappearing act. You slipped on a cloak and placed a mask over your face. You followed an emergency tunnel beneath the palace grounds until you finally found yourself beneath the pale glow of moonlight. You knew it was mad, but you simply had to see him. He consumed your dreams, and when you were awake, your daydreams. He had been whisked away too soon by his family. You couldn’t even get his name, only his surname: Bridgerton. They have always been a respected household, and at tonight’s masquerade ball you can only hope to encounter them.

Music fills the halls of the Featheringtons’ estate, but the plucking of strings and sweet melody of the violins does little to soothe your nerves. You resolve to distract yourself from your anxious mind and seek out a dance partner. They’re playing a lively song, one that makes you laugh giddily as you hop to the rhythm. You’re so overjoyed, you almost forget all about that Bridgerton lad and his blasted piercing blue eyes. That is, of course, until you step aside to catch your breath and are met with them for the very first time since the night of the royal ball. 

“So we meet again, Princess.” he teases, and your eyes go wide. 

“How did you recognize me?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper.

“The same way you recognized me, of course.” he smirks, almost as if he weren’t speaking with royalty. “I would know those sweet eyes anywhere.”

“You’ve got quite the silver tongue, haven’t you, sir?” you smile, your cheeks taking on a faint blush as you fan yourself coyly.

“So I’ve been told.” he replies cockily. He gets closer to you; simultaneously too close for comfort yet not close enough. You’re not sure what to make of this man who makes your heart pound in your chest like no other has ever done before. This man whose name you do not even know.

“Tell me,” you demand in the tone you have grown accustomed to using to get what you want, “what is your name?”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” he giggles like a mischievous schoolboy, and you’d be lying if you said you don’t find it endearing. 

“You know mine.” you retort. “The entire kingdom knows it.”

He feigns shock, clutching his heart and letting his jaw drop. “Why, aren’t we full of ourselves?” You laugh, your eyes crinkling behind your lace mask. 

“I know one of us certainly is.” you tease him back, and he loves every second of it.

“Princess?” he asks, but is quickly hushed by you.

“Lower your voice, do you wish for the entire ballroom to know of my presence here?” you urge him.

“Forgive me, Pri-” he begins once again, but you give him a playful shove your father would have undoubtedly reprimanded you for, seeing as it isn’t very ladylike. “Forgive me, my lady.”

“Much better.” you smirk, satisfied with yourself. “You are forgiven, my lord.”

“Now you tell me.” he says. “What is a lady like yourself doing at a ball like this? Surely you’ve been to better ones.”

You’re suddenly thankful for the white mask hiding your bashful expression from him. “You’re right, I have. But, you see, I was hoping to run into someone.”

He replies with a playful, “Oh?”. You can tell he is clearly intrigued by the information you’ve provided him. “What a coincidence. I was hoping for the same, though I must admit, never in my wildest dreams did I think my hopes would come true.”

“Well”, you go on, “I dare say they have.”

Suddenly, his eyes change and all playfulness is replaced with earnestness and solemnity. He lowers his voice down to a baritone only you can hear. “Princess, you truly must know you have haunted the chambers of my mind since the moment I laid eyes upon you. I may not be royalty, but I have other virtues you will discover if you only allow me. I can love you like no suitor or prince has done so before. Say the word, my lady, and I am yours.”

You’re a bit taken aback by his sudden outburst, but you can tell by his eyes, those gentle eyes, that he means every word he utters. And his words couldn’t have described your own feelings any better. “You’re quite the poet.” you grin. “But how can you be mine if I don’t even know your name?”

He laughs once again, and the tension is lifted. “Benedict Bridgerton, my lady.”

You extend your hand to him and his lips ghost your knuckles. “A pleasure to meet you, Mister Bridgerton.” 

“The pleasure is all mine.” Benedict beams, rising once again. “and I’m hoping the next dance will be, as well?”

“Of course.” you nod, a glint in your eye only Benedict can catch. “I’m all yours.”

tagging: @velvetcloxds @oweninadaydream @holdthegirrrl @enchantedbytomandhenry @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @dd122004dd @marvelspogue

#benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x y/n #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton

[grugruel]

Movement

Pairings: mob!bucky x undercover!f!reader

MDNI/NSFW

Masterlist

Summary: Working undercover wasn't what you had expected. Dancing at events was, privately entertaining the boss wasn't. Your story climaxes tonight, leaving Bucky cuffed to a bed and you bent over a windowsill.

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: pinv sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, voyeurism ish?, choking, edging, creampie, thigh-riding ish, fingering.

AN: Not edited yet! Got a dirty dancing vibe from nowhere, so I ran with it. Yall will notice. Please do comment your thoughts! It really motivates me :)

I look around me, gaze drifting over the crowd. My eyes meeting a particular set, catching him staring. I turn my head away, and all of a sudden. Everything, was for him.

Every move, every sway, every sweep of my arms and rock of my hips. I did to his liking, for his approval.

The music blurred around me, so lost in the moment. . .

A soft purple light shone down upon me, giving everything an intimate glow. Illuminating my body and making my long dark dress sparkle, while casting shadows around me. Bulging and dipping, the candlelit chandelier had the darkness join me in dance. So private, yet so open. The hundreds of people slowly whirling over the dancefloor disappeared from my mind, and in its stead, only he was left. My eyes locked with his as a slim path cleared between us, the bodies of couples molding to eachother incidentally moved out of the way.

I smiled, daring him. Curling my finger, motioning for him to join me. Like a bird of paradise, I moved to impress. I moved with the rhythm of the music, brushing my knuckles over my abdomen, trailing all the way up along my torso, over the tip of my breasts and dip of my neck. My fingers messily burrying themselves in my hair, running along my scalp, hair matching the movement of my body.

Hungry eyes devouvered me, but his was the only ones I cared for. Transfixed, he moved forward, pushing people out of the way. Shouldering them to the side as he walked toward the stage, toward me. Theres was no time for curtesy, no time for clients or associates stopping to shake his hand. He waved them away, eyes never leaving me.

This had been our routine since he hired me a few months back, and unfortunately. I'd lie if I said I didn't like it, it had become personal. Even though I told myself it was just for the mission.

But this was not a game I'd let him win. Stepping off of the stage, I dove into the masses. Blending in, and dissapearing.

I, along with some other girls were the entertainment for the night. A ball James hosted every year, in attendance was only the richest and dirtiest.

Static crackled on my ear, 'Back-up on standby. .' The voice spoke as I walked toward the bar.

I was about to answer, when somebody grabbed me–

A yelp esacped me as a hand enveloped my bicep. Gripping it tightly, immidietly pulling me backward. I didnt have to look to know who it was. He'd caught me, but I couldn't avoid those beautiful blues. My eyes meet with the familiarity, they smile, and I mimic.

'Just say the word. . .' The voice came stressed, their eyes on the unfolding scene.

But I carefully raised my shoulder to my ear, playing it off as a scratch, and turned the device off. In the same moment, the music swithces from classical to something more intimate, and the room heats. Couples move from swaying together to moving against eachother, grinding smoothly to the body of the other.

With a smile, his hand slides from my bicep into my own and he pulls me back onto the grand, marbled dance floor. In a flurry of bodies, he yanks me against him. I collide with his chest and throw my arms around his shoulders in the motion. We match our movements to the others as his thigh slides between my legs, supporting me as I grind onto him. The slit in my dress exposing my thinly clothed core to his thick thigh, I bite my lip at the feeling.

Our acts disguised as nothing more than intimate dance.

The music thumps lowly, the vibrations caressing my skin deliciously as he ruts his hips against my own. My hands intertwine behind his neck and our faces come an inch apart, our heavy breaths symphonising with eachother. 'Missed you. . .' He murmurs against me.

I hum, biting my lip as a smile tugs on the corner of my mouth, 'Prove it to me, James.' And a particularly good grind treats me well, making a whimper leave me.

He grunts, capturing my bottom lip in a bite, gently tugging on it.Then speaks through clenched teeth, 'It'd be my pleasure doll.' And grabs my hand again, pulling me into the massive halls of his manor.

A few minuters later, after following dimly lit, large wood paneled walls, we arrive at his room. Like so may times before, his guards stop by the door, standing by.

Kissing we stumbled inside, the guards didnt even bat an eye, so used to this by now. The music from the ballroom dampened as the door slammed shut behind us and Buckys dark, big bedroom welcomed us. His hand glide from my hand to my waist, holding me as he backed up toward the bed. Falling back, he circled his arms around my back. Pulling me closer, he rested his chin against my abdomen, never taking his eyes from mine, big and wanting. He kissed me up my stumache to center of my chest, I sighed happily as my knuckles caressed his cheek. Eventually coming to rest in his hair, combing through it gently. Appreciatively, he hummed, kissing me more. I leaned down, met his lips– and pushed him backward.

With a swift thud and the sound of springing feathers, he hit the mattress, his body shifting back and up against the headboard. Prowling, I crawled on top of him. Stradeling his lap, I unbuttoned his blazer and shirt while sitting on his hard member. I took his hands in mine and led them to the headboard. Meanwhile, I leaned into him, my lips brushing over his. A millisecond before they met, my hands slid to his wrists and–

Doubble "Click"s sounded out.

Opening his eyes, 'Tell me this is a part of it.' He whispered against my lips, the slightest growl to the voice. I shook my head, and sat back on his lap before he lunged for me. But as predicted- he didnt get far. Hands locked in cuffs around two bars of his headboard. I laughed, 'I could lie, but it wouldn't be the first time.' And rocked my hips against his clothed member, humming from the friction his pants and my dress created. He hissed, eyes boring into mine, filled with a burning hatred as his breathing turned heavy, burdened with a long-standing lust.

Sighing mournfully, 'We could continue this thing of ours you know, still have some fun.' I hummed, taking his chin between my fingers to look at him. But he jerked his face from my grup, hands straining against the cuffs, rattling them, then lunged forward again.

I pulled back, 'Ooh-' and mocked, pretence fear lining my body language as I crawled backward and slipped to my feet at the foot of the bed. 'I can still take care of that for ya'.' I nodded toward his erection, a huge hill bulging in his pants.

He huffed and looked away.

I cocked an eyebrow and turned around, walking toward his desk, 'You underestimate me James, I've had you fooled for a long time.'

Chuckling, he answered 'Fooled? I've had you on your knees for just as long, doll.' He worked the cuffs, testing the strength of the bars.

Annoyance bubbled up inside me, 'And what about all the times you've begged me for a taste? Its laughable.'

'Yeah?' He laughed, 'And you begging me to fuck you isnt?'

My cheeks burned hot, needles of irritation pricking my skin. When I got an idea, something to. . . Give back, or get back. Whichever. 'We both knew this wouldnt last.' I said curtly, walking around his desk, riffling through it.

He nodded slowly, 'Didn't think you'd have the stumache to turn me in, still think you don't.'

I huffed, 'Yeah?' Pulling out a particular set of documents, the ones I needed to put him in his place, and held them up for him to see.

'Yeah.' His eyes narrowed on the papers.

I browsed through it, then met his eyes with a smirk, 'Fascinating.' I jerked my eyebrows upward in challenge.

'You wouldnt.'

'I would.' And nudged my earpiece again, 'I got them.'

He shook his head, dissapointment ruining his beautiful features. It stung, It really did. I didn't want to hurt him. Fuck, I really did care for him.

Static, 'Copy, extraction team will meet you at the edge of the property.' At that I turned it off again, everything wasn't for them to hear.

I walked up to him, his gaze followed my every step. Although mad, he didnt want to forget me. Furiously, he studied my curves, intent on not forgetting.

'How come you've not called your guards?' I asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to him, tracing a finger along his abs, observing the way his skin grew goosebumps.

'I wouldnt stoop that low.' He jabbed, the pain in my chest might as well have come from the tip of a knife, his knife.

I cleared my throat, 'Well. . . As I said–' my hand slipped downward, '–I could do you a kindness, and take care of this for you.' I whispered, cupping his bulge, 'Maybe set a start to my making up to you.'

'Fuck.' He groaned, bucking into my touch. Closing his eyes, he shook his head again.

'No?' I retracted my hand, my dress strap slipping as I did so. Revealing a tad more of my chest, his eyes opened, and stared. I quirked an eyebrow, and he met my eyes. Pleading. Silently, we understood eachother. We felt what we could not say because of who we were.

I smiled, working my shoulder to let the strap slip further. Revealing my breast, nipple turning hard from the cool air. He sighed, eyes turning soft with adoration. I stood and backed up, and he leaned forward to follow me. But cuffs yanked him back, resteaining him. A glint of annoyance sparked in his admiring eyes. At this, I smiled again. Wicked this time. I walked over to the desk, jumping up on it with a hop and crossing my legs.

'How often will you think back on our memories together?' I ask coyly, a finger trailing up my leg through the slit of my dress.

'More than I do now.' He answered, voice gruff. Pain and lust adorning it.

His response pleased me deeply, I uncrossed my legs and spread them wider. Wide enough to catch a glimpse of my lingerie. At the sight, he yanked the cuffs, desperation taking hold of him. His breathing turning heavy, his eyes on the prize. My fingers slide under the skirt of my dress, folding it over my other leg. Hands moving toward my core. He grunts, spurring me on. The sight of him making my core ache, cuffed, animalistic and depraved. For a second, I toyed with the thought of releasing him. Closing my eyes, I imagined the way he would make my body ache in all the ways it craved. I hummed as a finger reached my panties, sliding up and down my clothed slit. All the while Bucky huffed and puffed, only contributing to my illusions. His member was probably straining uncomfortably against his pants by now. I bit my lip, a finger slipping under the fabric, into my core. Instantly drenched in my juices, I heard a whimper, and opened my eyes.

On the bed infront of me, he'd managed to get onto his knees, arms extended behind him, held by the cuffs, keeping him from falling face first. His mouth agape, panting desperatley as he watched me.

I pushed another finger inside, then another. He bit his lip to muffle another whimper, licking them furiously.

Thrusting gently, I curled them into my special spot. Moaning, as his whimpers spurred me on. Pushing me over the edge in a few short moments, I hummed. Trying to stay relatively quiet.

'Gonna beg me for a taste again?' I asked, and he nodded enthusiastically, 'I could sit on your face for you.' And at that, his eyes filled with hope, but my wicked smile returned, letting him know he would't get that lucky.

I stood, dress falling back into place, breast still exposed. Sautering over to him, then got on my kneeson the bed infront of him. Holding my fingers out to him, slick with my arousal. Greedily, he took them into his mouth, lapping and sucking at every ounce of my juice, hungrily moaning all the while. I pulled my fingers back, and he whimpered at the loss. Seding pulses through my body, his eyes roamed over me as I kneeled infront of him, gaze landing on my breast, 'Can I? Please?' He asked, eyebrows furrowing. I nodded, and in a second his mouth closed around my breast, sucking it into his mouth. Humming, I sighed, enjoying it while it lasted. With one hand holding the folder, I ran the other through his hair, scratching his scalp, 'Such a good boy.' I whispered, and he moaned a hot breath against me, 'The great James Barnes, falling apart by a woman's–' I began, but suddenly, he bit my nipple, making me yelp and pull back.

'Youre not just any woman.' He said, a devilish quirk to his lips.

I sighed, but the lip of my corner tugged as I turned around. Pulling my strap up, I made my way toward the fogged up window and opened it. Cool, damp air flooded inside, chilling me pleasantly as I wathched the view overlooking the gardens.

Before I could make my escape, I turned around to look at him one last time. However, not liking what I was met with.

Pulling himself back, he wrapped his hands around the bars and yanked–

To my horror, one of the two came loose with a worrying clang, making him fall forward.

I'd teased him to much for my own good. 'James, lets just-' I began, and his eyes snapped to mine, then he began yanking on the other. Hunger melting together with anger in his features.

A chill ran down my spine as I threw one leg over the windowsill in a hurried motion, then the sound of a second clang rang out.

Terror grabbed hold of me as I threw my other leg over the sill and jumped–

Bit his hands grabbed my waist, lifting me back inside and pulling me to his chest. The warmth against my back contrasting the cool of my front, horror and excitement washed over me, anticipation leading.

One arm squeezed me as the other slid downward, then he leveled his head with mine, his nose nuzzling my temple, and lips gracing my cheekbone as he spoke, 'How about we make a new memory?' He breathed, I could hear the smile shaping his lips. The hand headed downward slipped through the slit of my dress and cupped my cunt, making a pained moan escape me.

He kissed my cheekbone and bit my earlobe, tugging on it slightly. Then put pressure on my mound with a harsh yank, pulling me even closer against him. A mix of a hiss and a whimper leave my lips as my ass tucks snuggly into his crotch, his hard member pressing up against me. His mouth slips to my neck, 'Your fault.' voice muffled by skin, 'You fix it.'

A shattered hum in agreement came from my lips as he began rubbing his hand up and down in rough movements, the warmth from the friction was enough to send pulses of heat through every nerve in my body. He walked us forward as his fingers coverd every inch of my cunt, teasing my core, digits sliding between my slits, and palm rubbing into my clit, his hand getting more and more slick by the second. As if locked in dance, our hips move together, matching rythms. I grind against his hand as he ruts his crotch against my ass, the very hard member recieving long anticipated friction.

We collpase as he slips to his knees, pulling me down with him.

Suddenly, two of his fingers slip inside of me, setting a quick thrusting pace. He sinks his teeth into my neck, biting and sucking, and a scream threaten me as the coil tightens in the pit of my stumache. His other hand move to my back and bends me over the windowsill.

I rest my forearms against the hard wood for support, and just as the blinding pleasure is about to unfold, his fingers retreat. Pulling out of me with a slick sound, I release a painful groan as my walls ache and clench around nothing. 'Fuck you.' I hiss, shutting my watering eyes tightly against the pain of his absence.

I heard movement behind me, then feel his hands pull my dress straps down, making my dress fall to the floor. His touch leaves me again, then I hear a zipper, Thats right.' He said, pulling my panties to the side, 'Fuck me.' And he rams his member into me. All air expells out of my body, my breath lost somewhere to the cool summer night. My fingers curl around the sill, gripling it tightly as the stinging, filling sensation settles in my bones.

He hums and leans over my back as he gathers my hair in one hand, and his mouth levels with my ear, 'You wont be walking out of here with those papers doll, In fact, I doubt you'll be walking at all.' He chuckles, and lays his cheek against mine, looking out through the window. 'So tell those men of yours that they'll have to carry you once the show is over.' And nods toward the edge of his property before leaning back.

I follow his gaze, and a slight movement catches my eye.

The back-up. . . No doubt watching the scene unfold.

But before I got to much time to ponder, his left hand grabbed my right hip, and his other hand gathered a fistful of my hair.

Then, he pulls. Yanking me upward so that my arms stretch, and my hands support me against the sill instead. My entire, naked body on full display to the outside. Asshole.

He begins thrusting, gruesome, hard thrusts. The hand fisting my hair let's go, and circles around my torso instead, folding over my chest, and grabbing the breast furthest away to knead and squeeze. Covering me up in the process.

Apparently, he didnt want them to see it all. Some was just for him.

He rests his forehead against my shoulder, planting sweet, soft kisses against the blade of it, 'Sorry.' He whispers, all the while his thrusts rock my body into oblivion. 'Needed to teach them a lesson.' He says between panting.

The coil began tightening once again, and I smile. Feeling this good, I honestly couldnt care less. Even so, my team had seen me naked before. We shower together, share rooms even, and they know im in it to win it. My only wish was that they'd have the decency to look away, but knowing they're men, It'd be too high a wish.

Nothing could be heard but the muffled music, slapping skin, laboring vocal cords, and the nature at night. Bird song and nocturnal insects filled the calm night, ever so rudely disturbed by our moaning, and– static?

Oh. . .

'Agent, I repeat– "Do you need extraction?"' The voice was uncertain, uncomfortable even.

Fuck, it must've clicked on when he yanked me by the hair. Embaressment filled me, they'd heard much more than they should've. But even so, irritation took the lead. Annoyed that they were interrupting me, I rolled my eyes, 'I'm fine, I'll be right there.' I stuttered out, doing my best to hide my moans. The slapping however, could not be hindered. I reached for my earpiece, the stuttering of his hips against my body gave me great difficulty. But managed to grab it despite being violently rocked back and forth, and threw it far into the gardens.

'Finally alone?' He breathed against me, warming my shoulder, temporarily keeping the goosebumps at bay.

'Define alone.' I scoffed, biting back a whimper. The pressure in me building to a climax, the sounds of nature and our loving dulled. Replaced by a ringing as my vision grows spotty and a faint feeling comes over me. 'Close, so– So, close.' I manage, my words stumbling out of me. He hums, moaning in my ear as his thrusts frenzies. The hand kneading my breast moves upward, grabbing my throat, squeezing lightly as we tumble into our orgasm. Collapsing onto the windowsill.

'Fuck. . .' He breathes, pulling out off me with a wet plop. His seed seaping out off my entrance now that nothing stood in its way. He rolled off of me and leaned against the sill, elbow supporting him as he observed me intently.

I pull my dress back on, then cross my arms on the sill, resting my chin upon them, 'What now?'

'You'll see me again.'

I huff, 'Yeah? How?'

He shrugs, 'Tell them we have a deal, or that I think were involved. Tell them your cover wasn't broken.'

'Think that'd work?' I ask, unconvinced. However, wishing desperately it would.

'It might, if it doesn't. You come right back here and start over with me. I'll protect you.'

I nod, 'Go to bed, so I at least can pretend to slip out.' And smile, believing him.

Not protesting, he kisses my cheek. 'Good night.' He whisperes.

I stay for a few more minutes, then grab my heels and jump out of the window. Closing it behind me. Silently, in the bright blue night, I walk barefoot in dew covered grass.

Eventually met by familiar voices, 'Not a word I say.' Interrupting them before they can comment, 'He thinks I want him.' I raise my brows and chuckle, the team snickers.

'Sure sounded like it.' One of them jokes, and they all abrupt into laughter.

I roll my eyes, 'Ha, ha. Very funny. Dont pretend you werent watching us half hard, palming yourself.' I bite back. Causing "oooohs" to abrupt, and the guy going pale.

At least they seem to believe it.

I gift myself a hopeful smile, I'll be seeing him again. One way or another.

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[sunshine-theseus]

That One Cat Meme | Ona Batlle x Reader

Words: 1.6k Summary: Ona gets angry when you randomly disappear but it’s hard not to find her adorable Warnings: idk overstimulation? Hints of being neurodivergent – based on my experiences as someone who gets very overstimulated and loves routine/thinks they’re ND but isn’t diagnosed with anything. Requested by - @dandelionlibrary - i really hope you like it!

It was a mistake. A very, very big mistake. There was so much noise and light, and people were basically stuck together like glue. It was hot too. How is anyone supposed to survive in this place?

The team had begged me to join them, just once, for a celebratory drink at a club in the heart of Barcelona. After months of refusing, always coming up with excuses and waiting for Ona to arrive home in the sunless hours of the morning, I finally caved. I regretted it the moment the uber turned onto the street. Lights were flashing through the windows and the music could be heard down the block. People were lined up as far as the eye could see. There was no way I was going to have fun.

But I went.

In the beginning it wasn’t so bad. Ona was with me at all times, and we spent a lot of time in our reserved, spacious corner of the club. Until Lucy and Keira grabbed us both by our hands and dragged us onto the dance floor. I tried to wriggle free, but their determination was enough to overpower a tipsy Ona and a vulnerable me.

“Isn’t this fun!?” Ona yells into my ear. I try not to flinch at the additional noise as I nod my head.

A lie.

“Muy divertido!” (very fun)

There was a small moment where I managed to slip away into the bathroom. By some miracle it was empty and seemed rather clean for a night club, so I locked myself in a stall and just sat on top of a toilet lid. I tried to monitor my breathing and block out the bass that travelled through the floor. I couldn’t survive much longer. I needed to come up with an excuse to leave.

I slowly emerge from the bathroom and go find the group of girls huddled in the corner. I had an excuse fully prepared but as I’m making my way, someone grabs me by the waist and starts kissing my neck. I’m about to turn around and wack them with my purse when they begin to talk.

“Mi vida! Where did you go?” the familiar deep voice of my girlfriend echoes from behind me and I relax.

I stop my shaking hands by placing them over her own that rest on my hips.

“Just the bathroom. I think I’m going to head home.” I turn and give her a smile that clearly doesn’t reach my eyes.

She says something else to me, but I can’t focus on anything specific, everything was too overwhelming. Eventually Ona walks off and I’m left in the middle of a crowd again. I can feel every place on my skin where someone makes contact with me, my clothes aren’t sitting well anymore, there are too many sounds, the lights hurt my eyes. I had to get out.

-

That’s how I found myself curled up in a ball on the rather small balcony of Ona and my apartment. My noise cancelling headphones were securely on my head and I’d successfully rid myself of the horrendously tight and itchy club clothes, switching into one of Ona’s oversized jumpers and some shorts. My phone was turned off and I was just embracing the small bouts of wind and the barely visible stars in the dark night sky.

I don’t expect my girlfriend to be home until much later, so I eventually tuck myself in under the blankets. I loved our bed; it was a lot less overstimulating than a club and usually had the girl of my dreams to hold me tight. Despite the missing final aspect, I drift off to sleep.

I wake up late, Ona by my side as expected. The day off means that my schedule is simply pushed back a few hours and I have spare time to fill.

9:30am – wake up

9:36am – have breakfast + talk to Ona

10:05am – shower and get ready for the day

The middle of the day’s schedule on days off changes depending on who I’m meeting or what I plan on doing. Most of the time it involves Ona.

But Ona didn’t emerge from the room at 9:40am like she usually does, instead showing her face at almost 10. I decide I can push back my day just once to still fit our morning talk. She doesn’t greet me first. Perhaps it’s the hangover, they often mess with our order. She also doesn’t kiss me on the cheek or offer me the glass of orange juice she does every morning, despite always already having a glass in front of me.

“What’s wrong bebé?” the older girl says nothing as she sits down at the table with a bowl to fruit and a glass of water. Odd. Not her normal hangover cure.

“I don’t have anything planned for today so we can just turn the lights off and watch a movie? If your head’s hurting.” I can see her lips twitch at the suggestion, but her face remains stoic.

“Okay, I’m going to have a shower. Maybe we can talk about what’s bothering you afterward?” once again, no reply.

-

I do just as I tell Ona. The shower is set to the correct temperature and my clothes don’t make me feel like I’m suffocating once I get out. I grab some pillows and blankets to lay out on the couch and turn off the lights, settling for the small lamps on either side of the living room. The curtains help block out the sunlight that would be streaming through the windows.

Ona is still sat at the table, fruit and water finished, scrolling on her phone.

“Coriño? Con qué película quieres empezar?” (Honey? What movie do you want to start with).

Usually, I would avoid encroaching on someone’s personal space when they are upset without them asking, but Ona made it very clear physical touch was something she embraced at all times. That’s what lead me to wrap my arms around her shoulders and press kisses to her cheek gently. Hoping for some reaction.

The only thing I get in return is her arms stubbornly crossing over her chest and her lips forming a pout.

Adorable.

“Are you mad at me coriño?” another kiss is placed at the curve of her jaw.

Her lips pull taut and her cheeks flush pink. It’s hard to be intimidated by someone so cute.

“Sí.” She stands abruptly and the sound of the chair scraping against our wood floor makes me feel sick.

“You disappeared last night without telling anyone. And then you didn’t answer any of my texts! Or the girl’s! Yes, I am angry because I was worried mi vida!” Ona’s arms once again cross over her chest and her foot stamps against the ground.

Despite the sight, I begin to feel bad.

“Ona… I didn’t mean to make you worry. I got overstimulated. Everything was just too much. But I told you I was going to go when we talked outside the bathroom.” A look of confusion is clear on her face, and I sigh, approaching her again.

“You asked me where I had been, I told you I went to the bathroom and that I think I needed to go home. I don’t blame you for forgetting, you’d had a few drinks, no thanks to Mapi.”

“Yo soy estúpida. I am sorry for being angry and ignoring you. And I’m sorry I forced you to go somewhere I knew would probably make you overstimulated.” (I am stupid). Ona’s head dramatically falls forward onto my chest as she groans.

“It’s okay. You’re very adorable when you’re angry.” I press a kiss to the crown of her head.

“No I am not!”

“Sí! Yes you are! You pout and cross your arms and you even stamp your foot. Tu tambien eres muy pequeña.” (you’re also very small). I pull away from Ona and smile at the blush that still radiates from her cheeks.

“You remind me of that little kitten meme.”

“What?” I pull out my phone and search for the photo I have in mind.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Just that you look very cute.” Another groan falls from her lips, and I laugh as I drag her to the couch.

She falls on top of me and I wrap my arms tightly around her, pressing kisses all around her face.

“You have to watch that silly adventure man movie with me.”

“Indiana Jones? You know I hate that guy. He’s so stupid.”

“But I like him, and you caused me great distress!” her laugh slips past her lips and I can’t help but smile and oblige with her request.

“You can only milk that so many times.”

“Mmmhmm.” Her head props up by her chin resting on my chest, and I lean down, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Te amo coriño.” I smile brightly down at her as the opening music plays.

“Te amo mi vida.”

Ona turns her head to watch the silly movie, but I can’t look away from her. Her freckles seem to shine brighter despite the lack of light and the slope of her nose is so delicate. The way her eyelashes kiss her cheeks and lines appear by her lips when she laughs at some stupid joke. Her hair is in a messy bun, yet she still looks put together.

I can’t help but fall in love with her all over again.

@Y/N_L/N

@Y/N_L/N do you guys see the resemblance?

ona.batlle there is literally no resembilence stop marialeonn16 i see it

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[turcott3]

after dark

luca fantilli x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, protected sex, oral m receiving, kissing, fluff

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you saw your best friend disappear up the stairs as you sat in luca’s lap on the couch. you were proud that she finally grew the balls to talk to mark, let alone fuck him. you shifted in his lap to a more comfortable positions, his arms wrapping around you snuggly as he pressed a light kiss to your shoulder.

you and luca had never shown this much affection in front of so many people. it had been a couple months but you weren’t together, or at least weren’t officially together, but this seemed to be a hint at him wanting more. just like you had been dreaming about for the last few weeks. you were becoming less friend-like and more girlfriend-like.

“baby, do you wanna go somewhere?” he whispers in your ear over the loud music, his thumb rubbing back and forth on your thigh.

“where?”

“you wanna go find that place mark told us about?” he replies smirking and you nod quickly. if there was anything you loved about him, it was how good he made you feel when he fucked you, and you couldn’t wait to add the potential risk of getting caught onto that.

you stood up off his lap, intertwining your fingers as he guided you out the doors into the crisp air of ann arbor.

“he said it was off in the woods.” he replies, his grip on your hand tightening a comfortable amount.

“oh yeah, that’s not terrifying at all.”

“nope.” he giggles in reply, opening his car door for you. he pulled up vaguely directions, arriving to a random empty home, placed conveniently next to a blocked off trail.

“think we found it?” you giggle as he turns the car off.

“i’d say we did.” he replies as he grabs a blanket from his backseat before you both exit the car. you meet him at the front of the car, quickly grabbing onto his hand, the full moon dimly lighting the area enough to see each other clearly.

“it shouldn’t be too far back here.” he states, in a tone you can’t quite place.

“man i hope so. im getting cold.”

“you won’t be cold for long, don’t worry.” he replies, you could hear the smirk on his face as the words rolled off his tongue.

“oh okay.” you reply briefly, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. after a few short minutes, you finally approached the large abandoned outdoor theater.

“wow.” you say, taking in the scene. it was a lot bigger than you thought it would be, wondering why you had never heard of it ever existing. luca moves ahead of you, up a couple of rows of bleachers.

“HA nice.” he laughs.

“what?” you reply, your head snapping up toward the brunette.

“mark ditched a condom here.” he continues as you meet him, looking at the used latex on the ground.

“wow he really did.” you giggle.

“doesn’t shock me, he’s a bit careless sometimes.”

“speaking of, you brought one right?” you ask as he pulls you to him.

“of course i did, i know that’s important to you, so it’s important to me too.” he says leaning down to press a kiss to your lips as your heart fluttered. you take the blanket from his hands, covering the cold metal bleachers with it.

“i don’t know how to do this.” you giggle, not even knowing where to begin with such limited space.

“just relax, i got you baby.” he smiles giggling lightly, attaching your lips, tugging your unzipped jacket off of you. you knew you would end up here with him at some point, so you tended to wear short skirts and dresses to parties, not knowing which day he would’ve selected. it gave him easy access.

“i dressed just for you.” you smile as he gets a look at your outfit. the way his eyes scanned your body soaked your lace panties in an instant.

“fucking god.” he mutters.

“i can lose the top if you want.” you say, referring to the top that rested your tits perfectly.

“oh we’re getting there don’t worry. come here pretty girl.” he says sitting down on the blanket, beckoning you over to him. you climbed into his lap, straddling his hips as you reconnected your lips. his hand slipped under you, grazing your soaked core.

“so wet for me huh?” he says and you nod, “we can get right to it then, you make it so easy for me.”

he says locking eyes with your lust filled ones. you tossed your jacket to the ground, getting down onto your knees. you took the packaged condom out of his hand, carefully tearing it open with your teeth, not once losing eye contact. you unzipped his pants, pulling his throbbing cock out of his pants stroking him a few times.

“christ.” he grunts, looking up at the sky, “been waiting all night for this.”

“me too.” you smile, spitting on his leaking tip, taking him quickly into your mouth. you used your free hand to help you push him along, gagging on his thick cock a moment before pulling him out and jerking him off, pulling the condom out of the package. quickly you rolled the latex onto him, pressing a short kiss to his tip before standing up off your knees. he reaches out, wrapping a hand behind your neck, pulling your lips to his anxiously. you climbed back onto the bench, straddling his thick cock as you sunk onto it, a moan pulling from your throat before your head crashed onto his shoulder.

“fuck, so tight for me.” he says as he grips onto your ass, bouncing you up and down at a steady pace. you moaned as his tip brushed the soft spot inside you. he slowed down as your reached back to unzip your top, freeing your tits from their constraint.

“my fucking god, look at them” he says. quickly, he takes one into his mouth as you grind back and forth on his cock. you whimpered as his swollen cock stretched you out like never before. he was always good but was it EVER like this? not that you could remember.

“god you’re so big.” you whimper, your head nuzzled on the side of his neck. his hands return their grip on your ass, assisting your movements as you started to grow tired. he bounces you quickly up and down on his cock.

“look you pretty like this baby.” he says between his quick breaths, attaching your lips to his as you lifted your head from under his chin.

“lu, i think im getting close.” he says and lifts you lightly off his lap, snapping his hips into you, a yelp leaving your mouth involuntarily. he pounded into you quickly, hitting deeper than before.

“fuck.” you moaned loudly as your grew impossibly closer to your orgasm.

“oh i’m cumming, fuck.” he grunts as his hips stutter, spilling his climax into the condom as your own orgasm washed over you quickly.

“holy fuck.” you sigh out, your head crashing back into his shoulder.

“let’s see how many of these we can leave behind this summer yeah?” he smirks as both of your chests rose and fell heavily. you giggles at his remark, sitting up and locking eyes with him.

“you’re so fucking gorgeous y/n.” he says, a sparkle in his eye a bit brighter than usual.

“thank you handsome.” you say smiling, pressing a loving kiss to his lips. you sat up off his lap, pulling him out of you, yanking the condom off of his slowly softening cock. you tossed it to the ground, starting your own pile on the ground of the row behind you. you put your clothes back on as he tucked himself away. you straddled his lap once again, more innocently this time.

“i think i love you.” you whisper into his jawline as you peppered it with light kisses.

“what’d you say baby?” he says, pulling away, a hopefully gleam in his eyes.

“i said i thi-,” you pause as your heart pounds in your chest, “i- i love you luca.”

he remains silent for a moment as a smile grows on his face. he places a gentle hand in the hair on the back of your neck, pulling your lips to his. this kiss was much more passionate than the many you had shared before. he pulled away slowly, with a wide smile on his face.

“and i love you.” you replies before you hug onto him, never wanting to let go. this moment confirmed everything you had second thoughts about, and now it wasn’t a question as to the status of your relationship.

“we need to go back sweet girl, we gotta go meet mark and see how that went,” he says pressing kisses to your cheek.

“yes let’s go.” you say giggling as you gathered you jacket and walked back to the car, his arm snuggly wrapped around your shoulder. you climb back into the car leaning over the console to kiss him again.

“i can’t believe i get to love you.” he smiles as you slowly pull away.

“says you.” you giggle smacking his chest as he giggles, putting the car in reverse, driving back towards the party, just as busy as you left it.

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[hadesrise]

𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞. you and miguel were in love... until you weren’t anymore.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. miguel o’hara x scarlet witch!male reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. angst, hurt/no comfort, lovers to enemies, violence, foul language, mentions of trauma, minor character death (harry osborn), stupid canon event, hero turned villain trope, joker!scarlet witch!reader, REALLY STUPID CANON EVENT, tiniest fluff

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. we need this after all that sinful miguel fics i wrote 😭 i had that one scene of wanda when pietro died in mind, and couldn’t help but write this.

“I despise you,” You laughed while shaking your head at your husband as he smoothly danced along to the music with no struggle, his gentle hands guiding you. “Such a show off. Aren’t you, mi sol?”

Miguel smirks, “I like impressing you, mi luna.” His heart flutter at the sound of your giggle and he pulls you closer, swaying your bodies, face inches away from yours. He stared into your eyes that twinkled under the dim light, calm and warm, bringing him comfort. You never failed to brighten up no matter what happened, keeping your head up and forcing yourself to move forward when things get tough. Eyes holding kindness, arms always giving love. You’re a bright soul despite how many times the universe wronged you, Miguel never thought of you any less.

You twirl him around, getting the hang of it, and hug him from behind as you rest your chin on his shoulder. It makes Miguel smile, something that he struggled to do ever since you both lost Gabriella.

“I love you, Miguel. Very much.” You pressed a kiss on his shoulder.

Miguel swoons, resting his head against you and putting his hands over yours. “I thought you despise me?” He teasingly asked, looking at you over his shoulder.

A chuckle erupts before you kissed his cheek and Miguel tilts his head, leaning in to capture your lips. “I do, I despise you.” You breathlessly mutter with a loving tone contradicting your words, a smile stretched across your lips. Miguel turns around in your arms and wraps his around your neck as the two of you continued to sway to the music.

Simple days like this made Miguel’s stress melt away. All the burden and responsibilities disappearing into the void by your gentle touches that are more than willing to serve him and make him feel better. You were always good to him. Even after he was distant, harsh, and cold after Gabriella’s death, you never stopped loving him. Never got tired of being there, guiding him, helping him heal while you healed as well. You were grieving greatly too, but put him first before yourself and never gave up on him. He used to think how could you act so fine after losing your daughter? until he caught you break down when Peter told you to hold Mayday to make you feel better. It nearly made him beat the shit out of Peter, but when you whispered, “she’s so warm, peter” he couldn’t do anything. He started making it up to you after that, realizing he wasn’t alone going through the pain.

Despite how much he hurt you and how much of an asshole he was, you still forgave him. Still loved him, muttering “i despise you” with a tone filled in overwhelming love for him like you always did.

“Mi amor, can you show me your magic?” He gently asked, watching your bright eyes travel around before looking down, hesitant.

You were always fearful of your powers. Thinking of them as your flaw and what makes you less than human, but Miguel only thought of them as something that contributed to your perfection. He always tried his best to help you heal from the trauma of those awful experiments. “It’s okay, you won’t hurt me.” Miguel reassured, holding your face.

Doubt lingering in your bright eyes, you nodded and lifted your hand, waving your fingers. Light scarlet mist surrounds them and you softly waved them around to create a small ball of energy. Miguel’s lips parted in awe, staring at your magic with a mesmerized look. It made you feel bubbly with pride, confidence and happiness, the silent encouragement slowly eating away your fear of your own powers.

“Es hermoso, mi luna. Eres hermoso.” He mumbled, intertwining his hand with yours and kissing the back of your hand. You sighed in content, letting your magic disappear as you leaned your forehead against his, relishing his presence.

That was just few days ago, but Miguel feels as if it was already few years as cold sweat dripped down his temples and all blood drained from his face. Eyes wide with horror at the knowledge of what must come sooner or later, what you must go through.

The universe isn’t fair. It never was, even before Gabriella was taken. But why, why did it have to be so fucking cruel?

You already have your powers, why did it have to burden you with radioactive spider?

Getting bit by the radioactive spider from your universe surprisingly worked well despite the complications you went through within the first few days caused by your powers and the spider venom fighting each other in your veins. That was the problem; it shouldn’t have worked well. Your powers should’ve killed the venom in an instant, but it didn’t, and instead it molded together.

Fuckfuckfuck, why did it have to work?

Why didn’t your magic reject it? You’ve already got so many plate on you, and destiny decides to just throw this at you?

Peter worriedly stared at him as Miguel paced back and fourth in HQ, muttering inaudible words under his breath. “Aren’t you going to tell him about the canon event?” The male quietly asked, holding Mayday.

Miguel sighs. If he did, you would try to save that person. The canon event cannot be disrupted or your universe will collapse; he doesn’t want you to go through the same thing he did, but it was necessary so all Spider-person could become the hero they are. He had no other choice, and it made him uneasy.

When Miguel doesn’t answer, Peter steps closer to him with a worried look. “Do you... at least have an idea who it’s gonna be?”

Miguel glances at his friend for a second before nodding dejectedly. “In his universe, there’s no Peter Parker, but there’s Harry Osborn. He’s bestfriends with him.” He informs quietly and rests his hands on his hips, heart heavy.

Horror flashes in Peter’s eyes as it widened, “Oh no.” He gasped, realizing Miguel’s assumption would be correct.

Harry Osborn has died in nearly every universe due to being Peter Parker’s dearest friend, he is the canon event in usual case, which makes the probability that he will be your canon event more high. Eyebrows furrowed in sadness, Peter didn’t know what to say. Neither did Miguel, who stood in the platform with sad eyes watching the footage of you fooling around with Harry that Miguel took.

He knew how much Harry mattered to you. You two were childhood friends who did everything together and helped each other tirelessly. You told Miguel of what Harry did to himself when Hydra kidnapped you — he injected himself with a green serum that caused him to become Green Goblin just so he could find you. The bond shared between you and Harry could never be expressed with words, it was like a platonic soulmate that found each other. You told Miguel how you needed Harry just as much as you needed your husband, because Harry was there for both you and Miguel when Gabriella died, and he also helped you bring your husband back when Miguel lost it.

It’s awful, how Harry’s positively your canon event. Miguel could feel guilt exploding in his chest with tears welling up his eyes; he didn’t want Harry gone, that guy is his bestfriend as much as he is to you. But the risk of a universe collapsing made it difficult to choose him.

The heavy responsibility weigh on Miguel’s shoulders as a tear escaped his eye.

You cannot know.

The loud siren and explosions cause your ears to ring as you gritted your teeth to keep your magic steady and out, hands pushing against the large concrete that almost fell on top of a pregnant woman. It flies across the road when you frustratedly thrusted your hands forward and your magic strengthen due to your frustration. Guiding the pregnant woman to safety while letting her chants of gratitude fall on deaf ears, you quickly escorted her to where the survivors are and ran back to fight.

A giant lizard looking creature causing chaos in your city, you huffed in frustration and leapt up using your magic before shooting your web at the post that fell down to grab it. You concentrated energy on one hand, making a large energy ball before blasting it at the lizard, sending it flying back. You quickly shot your web at the creature and pulled it back as you swing the post, hitting it straight across the face.

“Holy shit, ouch!” You hear Harry hiss jokingly as he floats down using his glider.

Rolling your eyes, you threw the post away and patted the dirt off your hands. “Took you long enough. It was hard rescuing the people all on my own, you know.” You grumbled, and Harry noticed the irritation in your tone.

His brows furrowed while looking around, not seeing the obnoxious blue and red figure who was usually by your side to fight enemies. “No husband today?”

“That’s exactly why I’m irritated,” You grunted out. “I got no time for chitchat, Green Goblin. Would you be a man and help me out here, brother?” You asked with a smirk, already knowing the answer as the lizard regained consciousness and roared. Harry grinned, lowering his goggles and facing the creature. No words needed, you two will fight with each other until the end of the day.

The fight ensues with the lizard being definitely angry at what you did earlier, becoming more aggressive and powerful each time you shared fists. Your spider sense going haywire when the lizard nearly decapitated you with its tail, Harry fortunately being there to pull you back. It was getting difficult to defend yourself with each passing time, the exhaustion weakening your magic as you dodged the lizard’s attack here and there. Harry was struggling as well, flying around in his gliders and throwing razor bats, which only sliced the creature with no further damage.

What felt like hours of battle, a sudden fear consumed you when the lizard managed to take an upperhand by slashing your chest with its claws and slamming you hard on the ground. A pained groan leaves your lips, feeling the fractures of your ribs, but adrenaline gushes through your veins when the lizard’s wide creepy eyes stared at you like a predator. You cursed silently and pushed yourself to leap backwards with your magic. Only a feet became your distance from the creature, the strength in your body dying down as you nearly fell over due to the sudden disappearance of your magic’s support.

A familiar body prevented your fall, catching you with strong arms and helping you straighten up. You looked through heavy eyelids at Miguel, who had a look of concern and... sadness, regret, in his eyes.

“Where have you been...?” You weakly croaked, groaning at the pain in your whole body. Many emotions swirled within you. Happiness, relief, anger, irritation.

Miguel doesn’t answer right away as he stared at you with an odd, apologetic, guilty look. “I’m sorry...” He quietly muttered.

You frowned in confusion, but quickly turned to the sound of grunts and saw Harry back on his feet fighting the lizard with all his might again. Pushing yourself away from Miguel, you moved only to be tugged behind by your husband. You looked at him with weariness and panic, “What are you doing!? We have to help him, Miguel, let me go—”

“We can’t,” He shakes his head, gripping your arm.

“What?” Disbelief coated your tone, “We fucking have to!” You tried fighting it off, but his grip seems to tighten more until you had to completely struggle against him. “What the fuck— MIGUEL! LET ME FUCKING GO! HARRY, STOP!” You yelled, heart jackhammering. Your strength seem to suddenly come out again as Miguel struggles to hold you back, wrapping his arms around your torso.

You desperately fight him off when you saw Harry getting knocked to the ground with the lizard towering over him, screams and yells spilling past your lips.

Your breath hitched when the lizard’s claws pierce right into Harry’s chest. Tears spill from your wide eyes, chest exploding in fear and devastation as you can’t do anything but watch the cruel creature lift Harry up, snarling at him. Your world crumbles down beneath your feet. Blood splatters from Harry’s lips as he weakly looks at you with tears in his eyes.

I love you. He mouthed, a faintest smile on his lips, before going limp.

You only saw red.

A sudden surge of power explodes from your body as a heart-wrenching scream escapes your throat, sending Miguel away and destroying everything around you. You fell to your knees, cry of anguish leaving your throat. A mix of anger, grief, sadness filled your chest, rollercoaster of emotions, before an overwhelming rage takes over your body. Eyes glowing deep red, you clenched your jaw and focused your rage on your hands, scrambling up as you harshly shot it at the creature, who flied back at the sheer power of your magic.

You quickly wrapped Harry’s body in deep scarlet mist to set him down on the ground gently. The creature emerged again with a piercing roar, eyes set on you as it ran towards you on all fours. With enraged growl erupting from your throat, you swiftly grabbed Harry’s glider just as the lizard jumped on you, jamming the glider’s blades on its chest. Its shriek leaves your ears hurting, but you slammed it down on the ground, digging the blades into its body. You pull the blades out, not wanting it to die yet as you wrapped a tight rope of magic around its neck with one hand, strangling it.

You made sure to look into the lizard’s eyes, a deep scarlet mist surrounds your other hand. The blood red of your own eyes striking fear within him, before you twisted your hand and snapped its neck in one swift motion. Miguel watched from the distance with wide eyes, the murderous look on your face causing goosebumps to appear on his skin and uneasiness surround his chest.

Breathing heavily, the blood red from your eyes disappear as you remember Harry, rushing over to him and lifting his upper body. Your lips quiver, holding him in your arms. You feel like your heart had been ripped out from your chest, the void of emptiness sucking off your emotions and the pain too much that you feel numb. A part of you seems to die as Harry laid there lifeless and unmoving, somehow peacefully despite the circumstances of how death welcomed him.

Red and blue feet enters your vision, the quiet voice of your husband calling your name reaching your ears. You used to love that sound. It used to make your heart skip a beat and get wrapped in loving warmth. But a mere voice could no longer bring it back alive, especially when it belongs to someone who cruelly held you down while Harry stared death in the eye.

“......Did you know?” Miguel flinched at the flat tone of your voice, dread filling him as you refused to look up. When he didn’t answer, you finally looked up, sending chills up Miguel’s spine at the lack of brightness in your eyes. Void of any emotion, lifelessness replaced the light that used to inhabit them. “Did, you, know? O’Hara? That it was going to happen?” You asked again with a low, almost threatening voice.

He felt unsettled by your wide emotionless eyes, lump forming in his throat. Hands trembling by his sides as he licked his lips, Miguel was unable to meet your quiet rageful eyes. “.....Yes,” Miguel defeatedly answered.

As soon as you heard his answer, your face dropped. The atmosphere immediately changes, Miguel suddenly feeling cold and blood draining from his face as fear bubbled within him. Something in you had snapped, he could feel it. It made him panic as he steps forward, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m— I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, mi luna. It was supposed to happen. I can’t— I didn’t want it to happen, but it had to. If— If you had stopped it, your—”

“What the fuck do you mean it was supposed to happen?”You snarled, cutting off his pathetically frantic apologies. He was taken aback by the look of pure hatred in your face. “Harry’s our fucking best friend, Miguel. He was my brother, my soul. He dies and a part of me will die, you knew that, you piece of fucking shit.”

The way you spat those words out dig a hole into Miguel’s heart as tears blurred his vision, frantically shaking his head with series of no’s spilling from his lips. “N-no, nonono, you don’t understand,” His voice shakes. “It—It had to happen, please. Please, hear me out. Let me—let me explain, please, mi amor.” Miguel attempted to reach out to you, but his heart shatters when you jerk away from him in disgust.

“Explain?” You scoffed, “You forced me to watch my best friend die and you want to fucking explain? Get the fuck away from me!” You were already seething in rage yet the strange calmness in your demeanor scared Miguel even more as you scrambled up while carrying Harry’s body, away from him.

“No! No, no, please, I’m sorry—” He chokes between sobs, tears running down his face. “P-por favor, mi luna, lo siento— I—I had to, I had to do it, please. Perdóname, lo siento, lo siento....” His legs grow weak beneath him and he falls to his knees, begging you desperately and shaking his head.

You swallowed hard, tears brimming in your eyes, but not from sadness or grief. It was from anger, rage, your eyes seeing red again as your blood boiled. Just who the fuck is this man standing — kneeling before you? Rageful thunderstorms rumbled, rainfall washing away the love and peace in your heart, vengeance filling your veins bits by bits. The man you fell in love with was not as cruel and monstrous as this man before you. The man you fell in love with understood how Harry’s life literally kept you together, the only thing that kept you away from insanity. The man you fell in love with would never hurt you like this.

And then, the rageful thunderstorms suddenly quiet down as your mind came up with one single thought; this was not your Miguel O’Hara.

This is no longer the man you married — this is the man who killed your best friend, who made you watch as the lizard pierced its claws through Harry’s chest, who took everything from you.

Miguel sees you look down, your shoulders shaking. Just when another apology was about to leave him, a low chuckle erupts from your chest, coming off as a rumble due to your closed mouth, but it slowly got louder and turned into a full blown laughter until your mouth was wide open in a grin. Sweat drips down Miguel’s temple, his heart beating incredibly fast. Your laugh was gleeful, which shot eeriness within Miguel due to how out of place it was, but it was also sinister — like the screws in your head twisted loose.

Insanity filled every bit of your laughter before it slowly died down, but the big unsettling grin stays on your face. “Ohhh, what a funny joke you repeat! I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” You mocked before bursting into laughter again, all throat.

Miguel didn’t realize he was holding his breath. Unable to move or shed another tear from shock, his face pale at the pure display of insanity on his husband. His whole body was trembling now.

You adjusted Harry’s body in your arms with a big grin, few chuckles leaving your lips. “It’s okay, I could still dance around with Harry.” Miguel’s blood ran cold at your words. Then, your grin suddenly drops as you make eye contact with him. “But it still doesn’t change the fact you took everything from me and ripped my heart out.”

Miguel shakes his head, weakly trying to bring you back to him. “No, no, please. Mi amor, mi luna... I love you, please, don’t do this...”

“Oh, you poor thing,” You mockingly clicked your tongue a few times. Carrying Harry’s body over your shoulder, you stepped closer to Miguel and caressed his cheek with the back of your hand. You were cold. Impossibly cold. He can’t feel your warmth anymore as you looked at him in pity, the brightness that he adored no longer existing in your eyes that now flickers with insanity.

“You may love me, but I despise you, Miguel.” His heart drops at the cruel sincerity in your words, your lips curled up into a twisted grin. “And just like you made me watch my best friend die, I’ll make you watch as I burn the multiverse to the ground.” Your eyes flashes a dark red, the words you lowly spat strangling Miguel like a curse as well as promise.

Without uttering another word, you flicked your wrist and created a portal before disappearing with your curse spreading through Miguel, leaving your insane sinister laugh echoing in the air.

Tears spilled from Miguel’s eyes as devastation settled within his guts.

You totally lost it, and it’s all because of him.

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴅᴇsʀɪsᴇ. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

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[fruitsoxs]

Secrets

pairing(s); Gale x (GN)reader/tav summary; After a night of spilling secrets, you open up about never having your first kiss. Gale offers to fix that. warning(s); mentions of drinking alcohol! reader/tav is a bard wordcount; 1.6k notes; a short and sweet fic as a treat

The atmosphere is lively as you strum the strings of your lute, playing a soft tune as your companions drink and talk. It’s been a rather heinous couple of days traveling through the wilderness. Although there is still some tension lurking between the members of the party, the fighting has died down. There even seems to be friendship growing between the seven of you. 

After all the hard work you deserve a little time to relax. You pause the music, and reach down to grab the bottle of wine sitting below you. You bring it to your lips and take a long sip. After emptying the bottle, you go back to strumming. Your playing has become rather clumsy as the alcohol settles in your system, but the others don’t seem to notice. You play a song about some great heroes, which seems to fit your situation perfectly. 

As the song nears the end, you look around the fire to others. Karlach and Shadowheart are having some deep discussion. Lae’zel is off to the side, cleaning blood off of her blade. Wyll is trying to talk to Astarion, a conversation that seems to be going nowhere. You tilt your head as you notice one of you is missing. 

You can’t seem to spot Gale anywhere. 

You set your lute down to the side and stand up slowly, careful not to fall back over. You twist your head to the left, then right. Looking for any sign of his purple robe. A small twinge of worry courses through you as you begin to walk around, looking in between the leaves of the trees. You’ve made it across the camp by the time you start hearing a voice muttering words you can't quite make out.

You find yourself walking towards the soft curses, stopping when you see your magic companion holding out his hand with a small ball of light in his palm. He’s sitting on a log, hunched over with his long brown hair hanging in front of his face. Resting by his side is a half empty bottle of wine. You can’t quite hear what he’s saying- so you take a step forward. A  branch snaps below you, causing Gale to turn around and face you. The light in his palm disappears, but you can still see the fear on his face. “Oh!” he exclaims, the fear falling away when he sees it’s you. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to be awake at this time.” he says, scooting over so you may join him on the log.

You wobble over, using the trunks of passing trees to keep yourself from falling over. He lets out a little chuckle as he watches you stumble closer. “How much have you had to drink, my friend?” he asks as you sit down next to him. You let out a small laugh. “Not too much, honestly.” He shoots you a questioning gaze before letting out a defeated sigh. “I suppose I can’t judge.” 

“You left the party.” You point out, tilting your head to the side. “Ah, yes. Don’t get me wrong, your playing was amazing- I just needed a moment to myself.” he tells you, his smile dropping. “Is everything all right?” You ask, worried about your favorite companion. 

He opens his mouth to tell you, but quickly shuts it again. It seems he’s unsure whether he wants to open up. “It’s… hard to talk about.” he finally says. He then goes quiet again, angling his body away. “That’s okay.” you reassure him, unsure how to help. He doesn’t answer. His face is unreadable, but you can tell that something is holding him down. The tension begins to get unbearable. So, in true drunk fashion, you elbow him in the arm with a sly smile. “Do you wanna know a secret?” 

His face contorts with confusion, before a small smile rests across his lips as he remembers you’ve had quite a lot to drink. “Are you sure we should be sharing secrets right now?” he asks, although his curiosity is piqued. 

“What’s the harm?” you answer, now grinning. 

“Alright. What’s the secret?” 

You look around dramatically, as if you’re making sure nobody else is there. You then lean in close and whisper. “I have horrible stage fright.” You then lean back, still smiling. “All of my confidence is fake.” 

He stares at you for a moment before bursting out in laughter. “You’re pulling my leg, surely. I haven’t seen an ounce of nervousness in you since I met you.”

“No, It’s true!” you exclaim. “Before every performance I’m practically shaking in my boots.” You tilt your head up to the sky. "Before you set foot on stage- it's all so terrifying. However, once you strum that first note- all that fear seems to melt away."

Gale nods in understanding, though his amusement doesn't fade. "So it's that split second before you begin your performance that gets to you? Before the music has even started and your mind still has time to get tangled up in a thousand different worries?" he asks. You nod. "Exactly. I get so caught up in the 'what ifs.' What if I mess up a note? What if they don't like my song?" You sigh a bit before continuing. "I'm afraid I'm not as confident as I seem."

A comfortable silence looms over the two of you as he takes in your words. His smile begins to fade as he reaches down to grab the bottle by his side. He takes a drink. “I suppose it’s my turn to share a secret.”  After a moment of hesitation he continues. “Sometimes…the weight of what I did holds me down. It makes me feel as though I am unable to breathe.” He tells you, his breath shaky. “Sometimes I find it hard to forgive myself.” 

You reach out and put your hand on his arm in a comforting manner. “We all make mistakes Gale-” 

He looks down at your hand, a painful smile stretching across his features. “I know.” He then lets out a soft chuckle.  “Perhaps I am being too hard on myself. I was young, and over confident in my abilities.” Still smiling, he looks back up at you. “When it comes to love, we don't always act in the most rational manner… It’s only later, when everything is all over, that we regret it. I’m sure you understand.” 

You grimace a bit and shake your head. “I.. actually wouldn’t know.” you mumble, heat spreading across your cheeks in shame. “I’ve never been in a relationship.” 

Gale’s eyes widen. “No relationship?” he asks, seemingly surprised. "With a charming and beautiful face like yours, I would have thought that romance would be coming your way left and right." Your cheeks grow warmer at the compliment. He tilts his head back slightly with a curious look "I won't pry if you don't want me to, but I am curious as to why you have never been in a relationship before."

You bite your lip nervously before saying. "I...suppose my music has always been my main concern. I always thought that I had to master my craft, and love would come later. I never gave myself time for relationships- but I regret it all now." you admit with a solemn expression. "I have never even kissed someone."

Gale stares at you in surprise. “Ah, I see.” 

He clears his throat, an  encouraging smile spreading across his lips. “Well, there’s no need to panic. I'm certain that there’s someone out there that would give up the stars and moon just to kiss you” he tells you leaning in a bit closer.

“You think so?”

“I know so.” 

His reassurance, although kind, doesn’t seem to ease your sour mood. He leans a bit closer, his cheeks rosy from the wine. “If it’s really bothering you that much, maybe…maybe I could give you your first kiss.” He offers, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Your expression morphs into one of surprise, cheeks now on fire. “You would do that?” You ask, your heart beating faster than it ever has before (somehow faster than it does in the heat of battle even). He smiles. A sweet, comforting smile. 

“It would be an honor.” He’s so close you can feel his breath on your face. 

You think it over for a second. Perhaps swayed by the alcohol, or the moonlight shining down on his face, you find yourself wanting this more than anything else. You turn your body completely towards him. “Alright…I…I’m going to kiss you then.” you stumble over your words. Gale smiles, waiting for you to take the first step. Nervous, and a little insecure  you purse your lips and move closer. Finally, you softly press your lips against his. 

Gale’s lips meet yours, warm and gentle. His hand rests on your waist, softly urging you to move closer. Your body complies, and the kiss deepens. It’s a rather clumsy moment, and you are completely unsure of what to do. Still, it’s electrifying.  

You pull away, letting out a nervous exhale. “Was that okay?” 

Gale smiles tenderly at you. “It was wonderful,” he says. “Perfect in fact.” He presses his lips against your forehead, before pulling away. “Now, you’ve had your first kiss. There’s no need to worry anymore.” he mumbles, an unreadable emotion in his eyes. 

“Thank you.”

He nods and pushes himself off the log. “Alright. How about we go join everyone else again?” he holds his hand out to you and helps you to your feet. You stay standing there for a moment, hand in his, staring up at him. He squeezes your hand, then lets it drop. Turning around to make his way back to the camp.

You stay frozen. Happy that you waited for this moment to have your first kiss, and scared about what this means for the future. 

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She Doesn't Deserve You (e.o)

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 LizzieG!PxFem Reader

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Y/ns POV:

I throw a few outfits onto my bed biting my nails gently looking over them before finally calling for my roommate to come in and help "lizzie please help me" I say with a fake cry as she comes in and laughs "dude you're so dramatic relax, go with blue jumpsuit it brings out your eyes" she says I pick it up thinking nothing of it and smile "thank you lizzie you're a life saver" I quickly run into the bathroom to brush my teeth as lizzie goes back to what she was doing once I finish I head to my vanity table and start to do my make up going for a natural look it takes a little over 30 minutes till I'll done as I blow myself a kiss, I'm so excited for this date I haven't been on a date in months and this girl seems really sweet, I fix my hair before pulling on my jumpsuit and checking myself out, damn lizzie nice choice this hugs me perfectly I quickly put on some heels and perfume before heading to lizzies room "hey do I look ok" I say walking in running my hands down my stomach nervously "wow..uh I mean yeah you look beautiful y/n I knew the jumpsuit would be perfect, your date Is one lucky lady" I smile and blush a little "thank you liz hey wanna have a few glasses of wine when I get home?" She smiles and nods but something about her smile seems sad before I have a chance to say anything my phone dings a message from my mom. 

Mom❤️: Hey honey hope your date goes well can't wait to hear all about it have a ball honey text me when you're home so I know you're safe.

Me: Hey mom thank you haha and I will, I love you. 

I put my phone into my bag smiling at my mom's concern "I'll see you when I get home liz" I say walking out to my car before jumping in and driving to the restaurant the drive is nice and relaxing music playing as I sing along it takes 25 minutes to arrive due to traffic once I arrive I jumpout and hand my keys to the valet "thank you so much" I say as I walk into the restaurant "hey I have a reservation at 8 under l/n" I say with a smile as I'm led over to our table "hey can I get you a drink while you wait" the waiter asks as I quickly skim over the menu "yeah..can I have a white wine please and thank you" I say as I hand the menu over and he disappears I wait a few minutes before my drink is brought out and I thank him before sipping my wine.

30 minutes later I nervously check my phone and see its half 8 she was supposed to be here for 8 "hey can it get you anything else another drink maybe" I look up to see the waiter from before and just nod as he goes and comes back with another white wine I play around on my phone for a bit as I noticed another 40 minutes have passed its now 9.10pm I sigh and stand up walking over to the bar "hey can I just settle my bill for the drinks please" he nods and hands the bill I pay for my drink and leave a $50 tip before heading out to get my car its quickly brought to me as I thank them and get in driving home I'm so fucking stupid I feel my eyes water but keep it under control while I drive "are you fucking kidding me the light is green go you idiot" I yell eventually I arrive home and unlock the door heading inside "hey you're home early" I hear lizzies sweet voice making me turn to look at her as soon as my eyes meet hers I loose all control and the tears fall "what happened y/n oh my gosh are you ok what did she do" lizzie says running over to me throwing her arms around me concern in her voice "she she..didn't..show up she stood me up" I sob into her neck as she rubs my back just holding me tight "hey hey its ok you're ok she doesn't deserve you y/n tell you what how about I pour us a glass of wine, grab some snacks and we watch your favourite movie and once you feel a little better we can talk about it" she says holding me at arms length looking into my eyes before bringing her thumb to my face gently rubbing my tears away I sniff and nod "please but I need to get out of this jumpsuit I'm going to get changed" I say with a sad smile before heading upstairs and taking off my jumpsuit I walk into the bathroom and unclip my bra letting it fall to the floor before washing the make up and tears off my face, I walk back into my room and put on a baggy tee and short shorts making it look like I have nothing on due to the tee, I make my way downstairs and smile when I see lizzie setting everything up perfectly walk up behind her gently holding her waist as I slide past her to sit on the couch she looks at me and smiles before turning the lights off and sitting beside me, "ok I have it all set up, she's the man is still your favourite movie right?" I smile and nod wow she remembered my favourite movie.

Halfway through the movie it feels like lizzie is closer I decided to lean my head on her shoulder as she smiles we continue to watch as her hand wraps around me and she moves closer "hey y/n" she whispers gaining my attention making me sit up and look at her "yeah what's up" I say looking at her amazing eyes even in the dark they're gorgeous "she doesn't deserve you I hope you know that, you deserve the world you deserve to be treating like a queen you deserve to be loved unconditionally" she says making me laugh "I just got stood up that says a lot no one would ever love me there must be something wrong with me" I say looking down she uses her fingers to lift my chin and the next thing i know her soft lips are pressed firmly onto mine taking me by surprise after a few seconds I close my eyes and kiss her back as she holds my waist the kiss is full of passion and love making me feel things I've never felt before after air becomes an issue we slowly pull away resting our foreheads together "wow" I breath out as words fail me she smiles and pulls me ontop of her making me yelp in surprise followed by a giggle "hey" I whisper leaning my head against hers again "so I think I should tell you I'm madly inlove with you" I bite my lip "you could have told me this a year ago why do you think I've not been on many dates I've had feelings for you since you moved in but I didn't think you felt the same so I thought I'd try and date again" I say in a whisper looking down to her lips as she kisses me again this time full of lust and desire I quickly open my mouth for her tounge to explore my mouth as I explore hers the kiss quickly becoming heating I let out a moan as I feel her bulge hard under me "I..i.im sorry i cant control it.." she whispers against my lips I smirk and bite her lip gently "oh you definitely don't have to apologise" I take her lips on mine as I start to grind on her solid member we quickly start discarding eachothers clothes in between kisses her gaze fixes on my chest when she pulls my tee off and notices I have no bra on "oh sweet lord fuck" she groans leaning forward leaving gentle kisses on my tits a moan slips past my lips as I put my hand down to palm her through her sweat pants making her moan as she sucks on my right nipple "oh god lizzie" I cry out as she licks sucks and bites my nipple sending throbs to my core "take the panties off"

I moan out loud as she let's go of my nipple I climb off and lay back pulling my shorts and panties off as she stands up to take off her sweats and boxers I lay back with my legs spread running my finger through my wet folds soft moans leaving my lips as my eyes widen at her size and girth her dick standing proud "oh fuck" we both moan before she towers over me her dick gently brushing against my clit "fuck" I whimper as she starts to suck and bite my neck no doubt leaving marks but I don't care I just need her all of her I run my hands over her body until I find her perfect tits her nipples already hard, I roll them between my fingers earning a moan from the beauty ontop of me "are you ready" she breaths into my ear as she lines her dick to my entrance "yes oh god yes" I moan out as she starts to sink inside me slowly letting me adjust to her size "fuuuu..ck ive wanted to do this for a year after we first met all i wanted was to rip your pretty little dress off and bend you over this couch and fuck you dumb baby make you mine"  i moan and gasp at her confesion my hands grabbing at her hips "fuck i wanted you to so fucking badly" i start to thrust my hips letting her know I'm ready and needy, she looks into my eyes as she starts to thrust both of us moaning, fuck the eye contact is sexy "faster baby i want you to destroy me ruin me for anyone else" I moan as she smirks and sits up on her knees eyes never leaving mine she puts my legs over her shoulders as she starts thrusting faster "fuck y/n you're taking me so well baby so fucking tight and wet i wish you could see how my cock is streching your tight little pussy so fuck...in..g beautiful" I only moan as a response encouraging her to thrust faster and harder I quickly feel my orgasm approach it feels like its gonna be a big one "oh my god!!! I'm gonna cum" I scream as her thrusts continue "cum for me baby don't hold back" she groans as I feel the orgasm snapping screams leaving my mouth as I squirt all over her she pulls her dick out and rubs my clit as I continue to squirt making a huge mess words long forgotten only moans and screams escape my mouth "so fucking sexy " she moans as I start to calm down she quickly makes me bend over the couch legs spread before slamming back inside me harder and faster this time causing a silent scream to leave my lips she kisses my neck and ear whispering "you want me to fill your tight little cunt babygirl this is how i wanted to take you when we first met ive came to this thought so fucking many times princess" her words driving me wild no sense left in my mind all I know is I want her all of her "yes yes yes..." I scream gripping the back of the couch as she pounds me brutally my second orgasm ripping through me but she doesn't stop she continues to slam inside me "I.. i ca..can't to much" I cry out pleasure from the second orgasm still coursing through my body "you can do it baby one more just one more wanna fill your tight little pussy make you mine princess"

I nod and whimper as her thrusts get somehow faster "ok baby" I whimper giving in completely to her I feel my third orgasm approach as tears threaten to spill from my eyes "so good baby youre doing so fucking good" she moans as she gently pulls my hair after a few more thrusts I feel her stopping deep inside me followed by her warm seed filling me making me moan she wraps her arms around me holding me close as she continues to shoot her load "fuck fuck fuck y/n you're fucking amazing baby I can't wait to make you mine forever" I smile as her naked body presses into me a feeling of comfort and being content washes over me "mmh I wanna be yours lizzie no one elses" I feel her leaving kisses over my jaw after a few minutes she slides out causing me to whimper "lay down baby let me get you cleaned up then ill get you to bed" I smile and nod as she runs to the bathroom getting a damp cloth she must have cleaned herself and put fresh boxers on because she has some on now she gently cleans my sensitive core before picking me up and taking me to my bedroom and putting me into bed "sleep tight beautiful" she whispers about to leave the room "stay please" I say with puppy eyes making her smile "only if youre sure y/n" I smirk and bite my lip "I plan on having you in my bed every night" she leans down pecking my lips with a smile "good there's no place id rather be" she grins "the only rule is these need to go" I smirk running my hand over her dick indicating I'm talking about the boxers I see her getting hard and bite my lip and she takes off the boxers getting into bed behind me pulling me close "I can feel your dick against my ass I don't think its fair for you to try and sleep with that baby" I say seductively as I hear a soft moan leave her lips I back my ass into her purposely and grind a little "fuck baby don't youre making it harder i think you just want me to keep streching and filling that needy cunt " she pants her hands playing with my nipples "well you might be right but im only needy for you and your dick i think you just need to fuck me dumb baby and fill me all night long " I moan out as i feel her lift my leg and grab her dick teasing my once again dripping entrance "fuck" i cry out,  We spent most of the night fucking talking and cuddling , she came alot so did i and I loved every bit of it I lost count of the orgasms she gave me.

AN: hope you guys enjoy 😉 stay hydrated babes and I hope everyone has a great day/night word count is almost 2.4k 

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[writtenbynadu]

Know your name

connie springer x blk fem reader

The lights dimmed as I sat on the stool by the bar, sipping my mocktail as I didn't plan on getting intoxicated tonight. The last poet read their piece and the audience began to snap. my right leg crossed over my left, as the friction between my finger pads caused a snapping noise melting in with the rest of the crowd. The endearing sound of Marvin Gaye's delicate voice faded into the room as You Sure Love To Ball overtook the once-tranquil space causing the audience to leave their seats.

The two guys who had been eyeing my friends approached us, and two sets of brown eyes darted to me, knowing we were here to get my mind off my recent heartbreak. I sighed and shooed them away, winking as the men led them to the floor. “We better see you dancing with someone later!” the two yelled as they disappeared into the crowd. I observed the audience and their different ways of dancing to the same song, ordering another drink in the process. Lord, the urge to order a non-virgin drink is really strong at the moment.

I nibbled on the inner corner of my bottom lip as the music changed, the intro to Know Your Name by Ne-Yo replacing the Marvin Gaye track as others found dancing partners. I scanned the floor watching strangers mingle and interact as I took a few sips out of my drink. the lights dimmed and a low screech was heard on my left, I slowly turned over to see a man who seemed a bit taller than me already looking at me. His hazelnut eyes stared deep into mine as he turned to face me, "Why're you sitting here instead of dancing?"

I rested my face in my hand and took another short sip. "Why are you bothering me instead of dancing?"

"Good point" he showcased his pearly whites, "but I wouldn't call it bothering if I wanna get to know you."

"And what if I don't wanna get to know you?"

"You don't have to, just tell me your name beautiful."

I sighed as he continued to stare at me with genuine curiosity. "My name is Shea."

"Nice to meet you, Shea."

I slightly raised my eyebrow. "You're not gonna tell me yours?"

"You said you didn't wanna get to know me."

"I change my mind hazelnut."

He chuckled and reached for my hand shaking it. "Constance."

I cackled looking at him. "you got an old man name."

His cheeks turned a bit red as he observed me. "glad I could put a smile on your face somehow."

“What do you want Constance?”

He rested his head on his forearm reaching his other hand towards mine. “I just wanna dance with you, Shea.”

“And what if I don't wanna dance with you.”

“We already played this game plus I heard your friends earlier.”

“So you were stalking me?”

“wouldn’t call it stalking if I’m interested in you plus I didn’t wanna intrude with your friends there.”

His fingers tapped the table inching closer to mine, his eyes staring deep into my own asking for permission to take my hands in his. Don’t know if im ready to put myself out there yet. Especially with everything that’s been going on lately buttt he seems like a nice guy and it’s just a dance. It's harmless if I don’t get too invested.

I stared at the man in front of me, his gray overgrown buzz cut and the piercings on his ears and nose, his eyes still looking into my own as he played with my fingers waiting for my answer. I took a deep breath intertwining my hands with his as a smile spread across his face. “glad I could put a smile on your face somehow."

He laughed as he led me to the floor. “Oh, whatever.”

Our bodies came in contact as our feet moved along the dance floor. It felt as if we were in another world as our bodies followed the rhythm of the music, our eyes never leaving one another’s. His right hand rested on my lower back, the other holding mine as my left hand rested on the back of his neck. The dim-light illuminated his eyes, adding subtle sparkles to his already captivating irises. “You're not that bad, Con.”

He slightly tilted his head, smirking in the process. “What does that mean?”

“Glad, you talked to me that's all.”

A wide smile spread across his face basically showing every single tooth in his mouth. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me all night.”

My hand gently pushed his shoulder. “Im nice when i want to be.” His eyes began to move towards the side of his face. “Boy dont side-eye me.”

“I mean when you think about it you were real mean to me in the beginning.”

“That's when i didn't like you.”

A childish grin spread across his face. “So you like me now?”

My finger repeatedly dug into his chest as he began laughing as I felt my cheeks heat up. “Stop playing with me con, you’re not funny.”

“Aww, you gave me a nicknameee,” he spoke exaggerating the last word.

I rolled my eyes ignoring his antics as my friends began to dance near us. Both winking and laughing as I lost them on the floor once again. We continued to dance the night away until closing time, around two a.m. We sat at the bar watching the last group of people leave. I reached for a napkin on the table scribbling my number on it super fast before handing the note to the male next to me. I stared at the palm of his hand seeing a similar one being handed to me. I rolled my eyes and took the paper. “copycat.”

He took my hand in his as we left. “I knew you liked me.”

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[lightwing-s]

𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒

pairing: dick grayson x female! reader ; jason todd x female! reader

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𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍

An unspoken requirement of dating Dick Grayson is the constant attendance of important events, be it in Gotham or Bludhaven. You were not used to all the balls, galas and charity dinners, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. That’s how you found yourself busy on New Year’s Eve night.

The huge hall was delicately decorated with lights, expensive golden curtains and glass snowflake pendants  throughout its entire extension. Festive music could be heard at every corner, and everyone seemed busy in their own conversation, celebrating the end of a busy but fruitful year with those closest to them. Except you, who stood quietly observing your boyfriend talking with someone you didn’t know all the way from the bar.

Noticing you were gone, Dick’s eyes roamed the room in search of  you and found you standing by the bar, drink in hand, and absentmindedly looking around. Staring at you, he couldn't find sight more perfect, not even the glass roof or the expensive artworks hanging on the walls. Nothing looked as good as you did tonight, your long dress complimenting your body and matching perfectly with the color of your eyes. The necklace he had gifted you on christmas morning hanging beautifully from your neck. You looked ethereal, like an angel lost on earth. An angel whose touch was all his, whose kisses belonged to him, and whose laughs were only meant for his ears.

Approaching you slowly, he got to admire every little detail he could find on you as he got closer and closer, and when he was about to reach you, you turned. If Dick was already breathless by only looking at you from afar, when you turned to him with your pearly smile shining bright in your face he lost air for good. 

“Have I told you how absolutely ravishing you look tonight?” he asked, hand wrapping around your waist bringing you close to him and kissing your forehead.

“This is the third time since we arrived here” you replied, not daring to look back at him, knowing damn well you wouldn’t resist his smile. Your night had just started, and if you wanted to make it to midnight with your dress intact, you have to behave. Unfortunately.

“Well, I feel like I could tell you a hundred times more. You are looking incredible today, and I think whoever gave you this necklace knew very well it would make you look even sexier.”

“Behave, it’s almost midnight” you scolded.

“What if I can’t hold myself? Do you think Bruce would notice we went missing?”

“Hmm” you thought about it, and finally looking back at him but not daring to spend much time in his eyes, you withdrew from his touch, handing him your drink and walking out. “Wanna find out?” you challenged.

By the time he found a place to put your drink, you had already disappeared into the sea of people, and so, he excused himself to everyone he accidentally pushed and made his way to where he had last seen the tail of your dress. Finding you in the middle of a corridor, high heels in hand, he smiled at you and you ran away. Fine, it’s  a game.

You tried to run from him, tried to navigate yourself through the maze of stairs and corridors. Gosh, you thought, how can a house be this big? You found one door, locked. You knew he was close, there’s no way you could out run him, so turning left once more, you found a door to the outside just as you heard him in the corner. Thinking you could escape him was your stupidest thought of the night, as he quickly got to you, embracing you waist and spinning you in the air.

“Accept it, you can’t leave me” he said in your ear.

“Who said I ever want to leave?” you asked back. Your eyes were staring at his for a dangerous amount of time, something you had been depriving yourself of doing all night. You were soon intoxicated, and it wasn’t the four drinks you already had. Dick Grayson was like a nuclear explosion, once it landed on you it radiated love into everything close, making you see the world through rose colored glasses, making you feel as light as a feather and as dumb as a young child. He took away all your senses and gosh did you take his. It had just been a few months, but Dick knew that without you in his life, he was a goner. 

“You drive me crazy in ways not even the Joker is capable of making Batman feel” he breathed, his mouth millimeters away from yours. “Babe, you were my best arrest of the year. You are now sentenced to Dick Grayson County jail on accounts of heart robbery and with a sentence of life”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his corny joke, the sound filling his ears like music. You were his paradise, his new world. The best gift 2022 had given him, and as far as he was concerned, the life sentence wasn’t a joke.

“Why are you laughing, Y/n? This was not a joke.” he stated, a dumb smile plastering his face. “You’re sentenced to spend your last days with me”

“I plead guilty, officer. And I take my sentence willingly as long as you’ll be here by my side” you answered, intertwining your fingers.

“I’ll be here for 2023. For 2024” with every pause, he placed a chaste kiss to your mouth. “For 2025. The entire decade of the 2020s. For my whole life, Y/n. My entire being, my entire existence will be subordinate to yours and I promise to make you a hundred times happier that I made you this year. 

And with the sound of the fireworks, his mouth finally crashed onto yours for the perfect midnight kiss.

𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐃

Gotham’s night sky was always mysterious, with all the smoke of pollution or the clouds from the rain hiding it from its local residents. Coming from a town where watching the stars was one of the cheapest and easiest past times, you cursed this damned city every time you tried doing it there. But since you and Jason started going out, you found out the higher he took you, the taller the building he set up for your date, the better the view would get, so rooftop talks became almost a weekly thing for you two.

Dating Jason has been amazing, he is kind, romantic, very protective of you and loves to make sure to fulfill all your wishes. So with him knowing your conjoined love of stargazing and fireworks, he prepared the most romantic midnight picnic for you to watch the countdown to the new year. The night seemed to cooperate with your date, as the almost cloudless winter sky settled a surprisingly perfect ambiance after days of snow storms or weather overcast with clouds.

Upon arriving at the top, you had to hold yourself from crying at how he had decorated the space for you: fairy lights hanging from every wall,a fluffy mat you were sure he had stolen from somewhere in the manor, and a table full of food and wine.

“I hope you like it.” he said, shyly. His nose was red from the cold, and you knew he must have been cold for a while considering the time he’d need to prepare everything. His hands instinctively went to his pockets for warmth, and something about the way he positioned himself just made him look the cutest.

“It’s perfect, Jay” you replied, taking his face in your hands and giving his nose a little peck. Then, you took his hand in yours and took him to the mat, where you covered yourselves with two blankets and proceeded to eat, and laugh and love each other until midnight came. With a few minutes to go, Jason took you to the parapet, hugging you from behind and setting a kiss behind your ear.

“This year wasn’t perfect, you know” he whispered “But it got a lot better because of you, Y/n” as if you were ice by the end of winter, you melted in his arms as he held you closer than you already were. “I was scared of saying this before, because I thought you couldn’t ever love me back, but princess, I love you so much words wouldn’t make it justice”

Body weak, mind empty, his words replayed over and over in your head for what could have been hours, but were actually just a few seconds. Turning to him and wrapping him in a hug, you looked deep into his eyes, making sure he would believe every single word you were about to say:

“I love you, you giant buffoon. Neither words of infinite kisses could do it justice.” his smile after hearing it was the most genuine he had ever given, exploding of happiness just like the first fireworks that had started on the horizon. Happy for finding someone so nice, so sweet and understanding as you, who even with his coldness and fear of being in a relationship, had the patience to wait until he felt at home. Jason couldn’t begin to describe what you made him feel, looking deep into your eyes one more time, he went for the kiss both of you were longing for.

Passionate, intense. Just like his 2022 had been with you, he prayed 2023 would bring him more of the same, more of your love, more of your kisses, more of you.

#dick grayson imagine #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #dick grayson x you #jason todd #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #red hood x y/n #red hood x you #red hood #nightwing imagine #nightwing x you #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x reader #nightwing #nightwing fluff #jason todd fluff #red hood fluff #dick grayson fluff #richard grayson #happy new year

[moralesmilesanhour]

lil' baby crush

summary: gwen pays miles a visit and gets him to go to one(1) college party. wc: ~1400 a/n: this isn't canon-compliant in that gwen is gay and miles is bisexual here. he's like the 'damn nobody want u fr' 'im sayin like!' image. enjoy!

Miles sighed and sunk down into his chair, the blue light from his laptop illuminating his face. He was currently the only one occupying the shared dorm room, working on an essay that wasn’t due until next month while his roommate was out doing…whatever he was doing. 

Partying, probably.

Despite what he’d often told his parents to explain his sudden disappearances, Miles didn’t really do parties. 

He’d had a taste of them in the form of school dances at Brooklyn Middle: you get there, maybe talk to your friends a little, then stand around trying to figure out how, when, and for how long to dance while the same ten songs rattle your eardrums. 

If he wanted to blast his ears with music for several hours straight, he figured that’s what his trusty bass-boosted headphones at home were for. No complex social ballet required. Even better, he could choose the playlist. 

But it sure made for some boring-ass Friday nights.

Miles got up and rolled his shoulders, fully prepared to go lie in bed for another hour, when he caught a familiar golden light flash across his window. He grinned to himself, wondering which member of what Hobie had affectionately called ‘the Spider-band’ had swung by for a visit.

Tap, tap, tap.

Gwen’s white mask appeared in the frame. She waved as Miles padded over to the window and pushed it open wide enough for her to climb through. Just as her muddy converses were about to touch the floor, he raised an eyebrow.

“Gwanda, you know better.”

“Right, forgot about that,” Gwen laughed, kicking them off. “Old habits, y’know?”

Miles shook his head and grinned.

“So, how’s the thing with MJ going?”

Gwen removed her mask, revealing shoulder-length blonde hair. It fell in choppy layers, and she had replaced the soft pink dye at the tips with a fiery orange.

"Well, it's…going."

Miles crossed his arms.

"Gwen…You did talk to her, right?"

"Y-yeah! I spoke to her," Gwen gnawed at her bottom lip before mumbling, "Once. On the subway."

"Absolutely tragic," he exclaimed dramatically as he fell back on his bed. "My best friend has absolutely no game!"

"Oh, you're one to talk! You think I forgot about 'the shoulder touch'?"

Miles sat straight up.

"I thought we agreed to never speak of that again."

"Just saying," Gwen hopped off of the window sill and sat at Miles' desk. "Enough about me, though. How's campus life? You get wasted at any parties yet?"

Miles shrugged.

"I got invited to one nearby that's supposed to be tonight, but I stayed back. No club meetings this week, either, so…"

Her eyes widened.

"So you're just sitting here?"

"I'm being productive," he corrected, pointing to his laptop. "See? I'm half-way done with that essay, I could probably turn it in a week early."

"Miles."

"What? I'm chilling, Gwen, seriously! Just me and my, uh…" Miles glanced at his bookshelf. "...crossword puzzles."

Gwen stood resolutely, already having made a decision in her head.

"Pick an outfit, we're going to that party."

"Whoah, whoah, wait, hold on–"

Miles hopped to his feet as she threw open his closet and began rummaging through it. 

"Since when do you wear sweater vests?"

She held up several hangers with sweater vests of various colors.

"I wanted to look distinguished…?"

"Nerd," she snorted. "Oh, this bomber jacket looks sick! Feel like going out with it?"

Miles laughed, "Something tells me I don't have much of a choice."

"Correct," Gwen smirked, tossing the jacket at him. "I’m gonna have to borrow one of these hoodies."

-

After a twenty-minute walk (Miles didn’t want to risk swinging), the two stopped in front of a run-down apartment building. Loud music and spinning lights from mini disco balls spilled out of the windows.

"This is it," Miles breathed. "If my first party sucks or gets raided by the cops, I'm never speaking to you again."

"Never know until you try," Gwen replied. "Shall we?"

The place was already packed. There was a lively beer pong game happening in the kitchen, while a pack of students were strung along the walls in the living room puffing clouds of marijuana smoke into the air. The group in the middle of the room, of course, was dancing. Or something that closely resembled dancing.

Miles glanced across the room, scanning the sea of swaying bodies when he noticed one lounging on the couch.

The figure was staring down into a red solo cup, a full head of blonde, ear-length dreads obscuring half of his face until he looked up. 

In a devastating miscalculation, Miles let himself stare a little longer until he realized that their eyes had met. He froze, as if the stranger’s dark eyes kept him in place.

Gwen followed his line of vision. She’d seen that look on Miles’ face before: once when they first met at Visions, and again when Hobie had invited them to a concert and she’d caught Miles ogling the bassist. 

She grinned and clapped him on the shoulder. 

"I'll be by the speakers. Go get 'em, tiger."

Despite his sneakers feeling like they were made of concrete, he took a step forward, then another, keeping his eyes on his target all the while. 

The other boy tilted his head in amusement. 

"Um," Miles began, "I-Is this spot taken?"

"Well, I'm sitting in it, so…"

Real smooth, Miles.

"No! I mean, like, next to you–"

The boy’s eyes became crescent moons as he burst into laughter.

"Relax, I know what you meant. Spot's free," he gestured towards the empty area on the couch to his right.

"O-oh, cool. Thanks," Miles laughed awkwardly. The couch sank beneath him when he sat down.

How the fuck do you flirt with dudes?

He could barely fumble his way through flirting with women, riding almost entirely on them finding his utter lack of game endearing. Now here he was, glancing back and forth between the stranger and a wall.

"Yo, you want a drink?" The boy asked, snapping Miles out of his thoughts. "You look like you need one."

He was probably right.

"Sure, I don't mind."

He rose to his feet, revealing more of his outfit: an oversized black tee layered over a white shirt, with a red kilt draped over a pair of dark wash jeans. A real Jaden Smith type, it seemed. But maybe Miles was into that. 

It wasn't long before he returned with a second solo cup, which he pushed into Miles' hand. 

"So," he asked with a grunt as he sat, "Why you not dancin'?"

Miles snorted, and shook his head.

"I don't dance. Was never too good at it."

"Ah, but is the point of dancing to be good at it?"

"Don't get philosophical with me now, I'm a STEM major," Miles grinned, then took a sip of whatever was in his cup. 

He tried his best to hide his disdain for the brown liquid, but the grimace on his face made it evident. "I didn't catch your name, by the way."

"Call me TJ."

"That's a cute name–I mean, a nice name," Miles winced at himself. "A very…normal name."

TJ laughed, revealing a gap-toothed smile that made Miles' chest swell. "Thanks. Yours?"

"Miles. Miles Morales."

"I think your name's cuter. Bonus points for alliteration."

Miles felt heat rushing up to his ears and cheeks. He hadn't had enough to drink for him to blame it on that. 

"So, why aren't you dancing?" He asked, changing the subject.

TJ shrugged. 

"I prefer to people-watch."

"Oh, so when you do it, it's 'people-watching'," Miles made air quotes with his fingers. "I see how you move."

"And yet here you are, talking to me anyway. No idea why you chose me to sit next to, by the way. It's hella empty seats."

Miles bit his lip. 

"I…didn't come over here just to find a seat, actually." 

TJ raised a bleached eyebrow. 

"So what did you come here for? Clearly not to get high, your pupils look normal."

Miles took a deep breath, his heartbeat louder in his ears than the music.

"You, um…You're…"

Holy shit, just say something!

"Do you like boys? I'm not asking for a friend."

Oh my god. Not like that.

TJ blinked, then a smirk began to spread across his face as he came to a realization. 

"Why, yes. Yes I do. You wanna get outta here? I know a place with actual food."

Miles let out a breathy laugh.

"You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that."

"I think I have some idea. You're sweating."

Before he could respond, Miles felt his phone vibrate in his jacket. It was Gwen.

-gwanda: finally!!

-gwanda: if u don’t get his number im gonna be so mad at u. be back by midnight!!

He rolled his eyes.

-miles: ok mom

Miles shut off his phone and rose to his feet, as TJ had already done. He took a deep breath.

“Shall we?”

#can i even tag this as a gen fic #miles morales fic #miles morales headcanons #gwen stacy headcanons #atsvplatonic #miles morales x reader #atsv fic #miles morales x oc

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

The ballroom was as stunning as it always was, filled with light and music, and people dressed in all manner of colors as they danced about and talked amongst themselves.

Wyll passed by many guests, stopping to greet them and wish them well, delighting in the faces both familiar and unfamiliar. As he made his way toward the edge of the ballroom, he paused as his eyes fell on a figure beyond the crowds of mingling guests.

A tall, burly tiefling stood tucked away in the corner with their hands clasped behind their back, face impassive. 

Their clothing was unfamiliar to Wyll, animal furs and hides along with intricately woven and embroidered cloth. The colors—emerald, jade, and silver—were not of any house he knew, either. Their warm brown and heavily freckled skin was painted deep emerald that covered the upper half of their face and the ends of their horns, and he could see some designs on their hands as well. 

By Wyll’s side Faroth, chuckled.

“Eyeing up the General?”

“The General…?” Wyll asked.

He hadn’t noticed anyone by his side before, but a young half-elf man was next to him now. Wyll wasn’t sure how he knew the man’s name or how he knew the man at all, but he spoke to Wyll so familiarly.

“The king invited them in hopes of striking up an alliance, or at least deciding not to be enemies,”

“Ah… yes, of course. I was wondering who they were, I don’t think I’ve seen them before,”

“They barely seem to show up to the balls, usually they just watch for a little and then disappear. They even turn down any invitation to dance,” A young elven woman—Nalazros, some part of his mind knew—added, having appeared by Wyll’s side in the blink of an eye.

Wyll looked over to the commander once again, only to find they were looking at him, and even from a distance, he could see a subtle curiosity in their gaze.

“I think I may go introduce myself,” Wyll said, then quickly added, “If Father is hoping for an alliance, that is, it would be best to ensure they feel welcome and no one gets off on the wrong foot,”

The words felt rehearsed, slightly unnatural on his tongue, pulled from somewhere Wyll couldn’t quite name at the moment. But they seemed to be the right thing to say, as both Faroth and Nalazros nodded, and seemed content.

“Of course,”

“Best of luck, I don’t think I’ve seen them speak to anyone,” 

Wyll took a moment to take a breath and settle his nerves before he walked up to them. They noticed him quickly yet almost seemed surprised when he approached them.

Now that he was stood in front of them, he could notice the crow's feet in the corners of their eyes, the lines on their face. They were older than him, certainly, they had the scars and greying hair that spoke of a lifetime of experience rather than one of comfort inside fortress walls. They were beautiful in a way that caught Wyll off guard, making him stumble his last step and words.

“Good evening, General—if I may call you that, my friends— I mean, I didn’t catch your name earlier,”

They quirked an eyebrow slightly, face remaining near stoic as Wyll’s cheeks burned.

“I don’t care much for titles, you can call me general if you prefer, but my name is Majexatli,” They bowed slightly.

“Wyllyam Ravengard, a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Wyll smiled, “How are you enjoying the ball?”

They paused and looked out to the crowd, the people gliding across the dance floor. For all the beauty there was in it all, they seemed... bothered.

“I’m afraid I’m not too familiar with these sorts of events. I would be far more comfortable in grasslands or battle,”

“You are staying in the guest wing, no? There’s quite a nice training area, perhaps I could show it to you sometime and we could spar. But in honesty, you fit in nicely here at the ball, you cut quite the fine figure,”

“Oh?”

The General, Majexatli, titled their head ever so slightly at his words, a faint amusement in their eyes. 

“Well, ahem, I—“ Wyll stumbled over his words, “That is to say— might I have this dance?”

Wyll held out a hand, mentally chiding his forwardness and forcing the general into the uncomfortable position of trying to turn him down gently. Before Wyll could second guess himself anymore, though, he felt a large, warm, calloused hand take his.

“I would be honored,”

Heart fluttering, Wyll began to walk towards the dance floor arm-in-arm with Majexatli. This close to them he was suddenly aware of how large they were. Wyll only came up to their shoulder, their hand dwarfed his, their arm thick with muscle and fat. 

As much as he wanted to play it off, he felt like a lovesick schoolboy, so flustered in Majexatli’s presence that he could feel his cheeks burning hot.

The smell of sulfur and brimstone hit him suddenly, growing more intense with each step, the burning in his cheeks turning painful, spreading down his body. The sea of guests parted like water, their whispers slowly morphing from delight to horror as they glanced furtively at Wyll.

The hall seemed to stretch on forever, the dance floor never seeming to get any closer even as Wyll sped up, only to freeze as he passed a mirror on the wall. 

For a split second, his reflection seemed normal, but before he could feel relief he watched in horror as his visage melted away. Hellfire washed over him as horns spouted from his head, flesh warping like clay as he felt invisible claws drag up his face leaving behind scars, his right eye suddenly turn to stone.

Lips pressed against his ear, a clawed hand over his mouth, familiar and making his skin crawl—

Wyll awoke with a jerk, gasping, nightclothes soaked with sweat. 

As he pushed himself to sit, his hand knocked into something solid. Blinking, his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and he saw what it was. A book, a romance novel he had found earlier that day as Majexatli had been exploring the ruins of what once was a library in Reithwin before the Shadow Curse. A story of a prince falling for a visiting warrior.

It was ust a dream. A nightmare. The book he had been reading before bed mingling with memories and wishful thinking. 

How could Wyll not dream of Majexatli? Even now as he lay with a blanket twisted around him, damp with sweat, the smell of brimstone still haunting him, he couldn’t help but think of them. How they looked by the fireside following Wyll’s lead as they danced, the way the corners of their eye crinkled as they smiled at Wyll, the feel of their hand on his waist as they kissed him with a passion that almost made Wyll lose all sense of propriety—

The smell of sulfur and brimstone was no longer just a memory or dream, the scent hitting him like a brick wall. 

Tsk tsk. Don’t get distracted, pet. You have a job to do. Focus on retrieving Zariel’s asset from Moonrise, not fantasizing about your beastly plaything.

Mizora’s voice echoed in his head from his eye.

“We’ll be arriving at Moonrise tomorrow, I haven’t forgotten what I need to do,”

Mizora didn’t reply, leaving him to lay tensely in the silence, in the smell of sulfur and brimstone. No doubt she just wanted to watch him squirm, but it must only have been entertaining for a few moments, as the hellish smell that surrounded him faded suddenly, as quickly as it had appeared.

And then Wyll was truly left alone, in the silence, laying on his bedroll in the dark.

The dream—the nightmare—still lingered in his mind. Seeing Majexatli, happy and healthy, dressed in finery, the feeling of their calloused hand holding his, and—

The hellfire, the burning, the horns sprouting from his head as everyone watched in horror—

It must have been Mizora, twisting his dreams to taunt him, turning his dreams into nightmares.

Wyll didn’t regret the deal he made, he would make the same choice if he had to do it over, Wyll told himself. It was just Mizora’s manipulation that made her appear in his nightmare. He didn’t regret his pact. The shame and fear that festered within the dream was not his own. It wasn’t. It wasn’t. 

Yet…

Wyll took a deep breath, tried to close his eyes, tried to let go of the dream, and go back to sleep. No matter how much he adjusted himself, no matter how much he tried to remember something pleasant—the feeling of Majexatli’s hand in his, the way they had leaned down to kiss him after their dance, the warmth of their embrace—some deep anxiety had already settled in his bones, lead-heavy in his chest and twisting in his stomach. 

With a sigh, Wyll pushed himself to stand, stepping out of his tent. As he stepped into the cool night air, he looked to the campfire, where Majexatli would usually sleep—he wasn’t even sure why he looked, why that was his first thought—only to find no one in sight, the only bedroll laid out by the fire was empty. 

Before he could wonder where Majexatli was, a scream echoed through the camp from the woods. A familiar voice. Wyll’s heart fell, fear flooding his veins. Without thinking, Wyll scrambled for his sword by his tent, rushing out into the woods still in his camp clothes. 

“Majexatli!” He called as he ran, deftly weaving between the trees and dodging the gnarled branches. 

In the distance, he could hear fighting. Shouts, banging, spells. Wyll followed the noise, running as fast as he could but then—

A scream cut short.

And utter silence.

Wyll called upon the name of every god he could think of as he continued forward, towards where he last had heard the noises. 

Please, please, he thought as he ran, let Majexatli be okay. They need to be okay. 

How did Majexatli even get lured so far from camp? Had they been abducted? Why hadn’t anyone heard anything at camp then? If they went out into the woods themselves—Wyll couldn’t imagine why they would—why did they go alone? Majexatli wasn’t reckless, they knew better, so why—

Wyll stumbled to a stop as he crashed into a clearing. There was no moonlight to illuminate anything, it was pitch black, the only reason Wyll could make out anything was from the ring of darkvision he had—a gift from Majexatli. He barely had time to be thankful for their gift before he froze.

In the center of the clearing, a large hulking dire wolf stood over the still-bleeding body of an ox, its belly torn open. As he watched, the wolf feasted on the ox’s entrails.

Before Wyll could look around, before he could even think to move, the wolf’s ears perked up.

Its eyes met his, maw still dripping with blood. 

Trying to remain calm, Wyll took a careful step back, keeping his eyes on the wolf, afraid to turn his back. With his next step, though, his foot hit something. On instinct, he looked down, trying to steady himself, and saw a body. Human. Bloodied and maimed beyond recognition. As his eyes darted around, he saw it wasn’t alone. At least half a dozen humanoid bodies littered the clearing, all torn apart and gored by claws and teeth.

A growl brought his attention back to the dire wolf and Wyll almost cursed as he saw it was closer than it was before. And it was moving. Teeth bared, hunched low to the ground, it stalked towards him, growling. Even without standing at its full height, the dire wolf dwarfed Wyll. 

It lunged suddenly and Wyll just managed to fire off an eldritch blast at it as he dove out of the way.

The blast hit the wolf, making it recoil, but after only a moment, it quickly recovered, shaking off the attack like it was nothing. 

Shit.

Wyll adjusted the grip on his longsword and readied himself to fight. 

Combat was familiar to Wyll, The Blade of Frontiers was no stranger to fighting off monsters on his own—though he hadn’t had to fight solo since Avernus and the Nautiloid. The dire wolf before him would hardly have been a challenging foe. 

Whoever had been fighting the wolf before, the bodies that now scattered the clearing, seemed to have at least gotten a few hits on it. It was easy enough to slash at its already injured leg as he jumped out of the way of its teeth. With each blow Wyll landed on the wolf was being worn down more and more, he had hoped it might give up, retreat enough to give Wyll a chance to run, but even as he threw another volley of crackling eldritch blasts, the wolf still ran at him, even as it’s blood was spilling out on onto the ground beneath it. 

Wyll hadn’t prepared for combat, he was without any armor, but all he needed to do was to keep avoiding getting hit—

With that thought, it hit Wyll suddenly, as he dodged the wolf as it lunged at him once more—the wolf hadn’t actually hurt him. The snapping jaw always caught a space next to him, claws and teeth just shy of doing any real damage. Even as blood dripped from the wolf’s maw, none of it was Wyll’s.

Wyll slowed his movements, lowered his sword slightly.

Snarling, the wolf stepped closer. Even hunched low to the ground, the wolf stood as tall as him at the shoulders. When the wolf was only a few feet away, Wyll suddenly felt his tadpole squirming behind his eyes, connecting with the parasite in the wolf. Before Wyll could even consider how that could be possible, the wolf’s thoughts suddenly flooded his mind.

Do it. Be the hero. Kill me. Get it over with. You’ve finally seen the real me, have the courtesy to show me who you are. Whether you're like him or not, whether you’re a hero or not, you can drive your blade through my chest and know you are right. You always are. He always was.

Wyll stopped, hesitated, lowering his sword fully. 

The wolf growled, maw stained red, patches of fur matted with blood from where his sword managed to hit. As it stepped closer, teeth bared, Wyll’s tadpole once again connected with the wolf’s.

Do it. Be the hero. Kill me. Get it over with. You’ve finally seen the real me, have the courtesy to show me who you are. Whether you're like him or not, whether you’re a hero or not, you can drive your blade through my chest and know you are right. You always are. He always was.

Wyll’s mind flashes back to the nightmare that awoke him, the horrified faces as he transformed into his deviled form, hellfire consuming him and leaving something monstrous. The disappointment, the terror in the eyes of everyone as Mizora appeared behind him.

A fitting punishment. Wyll didn’t regret it, he told himself, he would make the deal with Mizora again, he would spare Karlach’s life again. He saved countless lives with his pact, he gave up his human form to spare an innocent woman. Wyll Ravengard, The Blade of Frontiers, was a hero, everything he did was right. He killed devils and monsters.

The creature before him was a monster, littered around him were the mutilated bodies of humans and animals alike. It had killed countless people, may kill countless more. 

Yet…

“I don’t think you want to hurt me,” Wyll said quietly, searching the wolf’s eyes for understanding.

I can hear the blood in your veins. I hunger to tear open your flesh and devour you. The desire consumes my mind. I will hurt you. It is only a matter of time.

“You haven’t hurt me yet, you had the chance but didn’t,”

I won’t let you win, I won’t be fooled by the hero act. Not again. Not this time. I won’t let you touch me. I won’t let you pretend it’s love. Show me your true self, not the act.

Wyll dropped his sword, dropped to his knees, raised his hands to surrender.

The wolf only saw the sudden movement.

The moment before the teeth dug into his arm, Wyll realized why the wolf was familiar. 

Dark brown fur, a torn ear. 

He had seen the ear get torn.

The wolf’s teeth tore into his skin and Wyll couldn’t breathe, blood turning ice-cold with fear, adrenaline rushing through his veins. Before he could even think, he scrambled for his sword on the ground, managing to stand and thrust his sword forward to free himself from the wolf's jaws and—

Suddenly Wyll was standing over bloodied Majexatli, blood dripping down his arm as the point of his sword hovered over their heart.

“Do it,” Majexatli’s voice was eerily steady, even as tears mingled with the blood on their face, “It’s what you’ve wanted all along, isn’t it? You’re just like him, and I deserve it,”

There was blood in Majexatli’s mouth, staining their teeth. He remembered kissing them at the celebration after the Grove and tasting the blood. He had known then, he had known, that there was something with Majexatli. He wanted to be horrified, he was the Blade of Frontiers, he killed monsters, he didn’t love them. But his heart still fluttered whenever he was near Majexatli, he still dreamt of dancing with them, still dreamt of a future by their side.

The nightmare still lingered in his mind, his title weighing on his shoulders making his sword arm tremble. 

As they both were still in the silence that had fallen, Wyll glanced at the wound on his forearm. The bite was shallow, if they truly wanted they could have bit down hard enough to crack bone, but they didn’t.

Before he could move, though, Majexatli did. They grabbed the blade in their hand, not flinching even as their blood coated the metal. Leaning forward, they pulled the blade towards them, towards their heart, digging into their flesh.

Wyll yanked the sword back, dropping it as though burned, panic surging through him. Dropping to his knees, he pressed his hands to the wound on Majexatli’s chest, trying desperately to stem the flow of blood. 

When Wyll looked up to Majexatli’s face, instead of pain or panic, they were watching him calmly, curiously, warily. 

“You have healing magic,” Wyll urged, unable to assuage the fear in his gut as their blood coated his hands, “Majexatli, please, I—”

After a moment, a faint blue light passed over Wyll, the worst of the bleeding on his arm slowing to a stop, pain ebbing slightly. Wyll was about to protest, to urge them to heal themselves instead, but Majexatli beat them to it. The same blue glow emanated from Majexatli’s chest for a moment, Wyll could feel the of their chest skin beneath his fingers knit itself together just slightly. 

It had been a long day, Wyll realized. Majexatli likely didn’t have much magic to spare.

“You didn’t kill me… why?”

They looked at Wyll, puzzled, wary, confused, guarded. Wyll pulled his hands back from their chest, though some part of him was anxious to, as blood still oozed from their wounds—more than just from his sword—staining the rough fabric of their tunic black.  

“I don’t think you’re a monster, you don’t want to hurt me,” Wyll echoed his words from earlier, even as pain radiated from his arm, even as his blood dripped to the ground.

“I did hurt you,”

Majexatli looked to Wyll’s arm, their bloodied hands.

“You could have killed me if you wanted, but you didn’t. Whatever curse or affliction you suffer, you’re stronger than it,”

Majexatli laughed, bitterly, new tears welling up in their eyes.

“I’m not cursed. I am blessed. I chose to be this way. I chose Malar,”

Malar. The name sounded faintly familiar like Wyll had read it once, a god of some sort, but not one he’s ever seen worshiped. Jaheira had said it before, he realized after a moment, though she said is as a curse.

“Malar?”

“The Beastlord. Lord of hunting, bloodlust, and the violence of beasts. Silvanus abandoned me—no, that’s not right, Silvanus was never there, he never cared, in his divine indifference. Malar gave me the power to survive, not the balance,”

Vitriol and venom dripped from the word balance as Majexatli said it, face twisted in disgust.

It made sense, in retrospect. Their discomfort in the Emerald Grove, the tension they had when speaking with Halsin and Jaheira, the way they fought in wildshape, the fresh meats that seemed to appear in their camp supplies, the blood in their mouth when they kissed Wyll.

“Hells, alright,” Wyll started, struggling to find words, “You should've told me sooner. We could've figured something out,”

Majexatli laughed again.

“What is there to figure out, I’m a monster, it’s as simple as that,” Majexatli said, “You should have killed me. I wasn’t lying, everything I said. I’ve killed countless people, thrilled in the hunt, eaten beasts and men bloodied and raw. You should end me, the coast you care so much about would be safer for it,”

“I trust you,” The words came as easy as breathing, “Gods only know if I should - but I do. We can figure this out, find things for you to hunt. Hells, I hunt monsters, I could—”

Suddenly Majexatli dragged Wyll closer, crashing their lips together in a kiss that was teeth and blood and desperation and tears. The buzz of adrenaline still hadn’t died down, he was gripping Majexatli’s shirt with such intensity he was certain his claws would tear holes in the fabric, but he kissed them with a desperate but gentle fervor.

He needed them to know. He still wanted to kiss them when they tasted of blood, still wanted them in their entirety even as they were surrounded by the blood and wrought by Majexatli’s teeth.

As they broke apart, gasping for breath, Majexatli’s hand—still wet with blood, whether their own or his—came up to cup his cheek.

“You care about me,”

“Of course I do,” I love you, Wyll wanted to say, “You don't have to shoulder this burden alone,”

Wyll pushed himself to stand and offered his hand to help Majexatli up. They looked at his hand skeptically for a few moments, uncertain, before cautiously accepting his help, standing up with a groan. 

“I know the way back to camp, keep close to my side,”

Majexatli limped out of the clearing, every so often looking over to Wyll as he followed closely next to them. A silence fell between them, the forest around them deathly still as they made their way back to camp.

They chose this, that was the words they used. They weren’t cursed, they chose this. And yet… they lied, they hid this part of themselves, they hunted away from camp in the dead of night alone, they wanted Wyll to slay them like he would a monster. 

There was something there, just below the surface that Wyll couldn’t quite see, something that would explain… something about all this. But as Wyll tried to peel back the layers in his mind, he found himself once again remembering his dream.

Being consumed by hellfire, turned into a monster as people watched in horror. It wasn’t his own dream, wasn’t his own shame, Wyll told himself. It was just a dream in its nonsense logic, then twisted by Mizora to taunt him. 

Wyll chose to be in his pact, chose to make the deal with Mizora. She gave him the power to be the Blade of Frontiers. He didn’t regret it. 

As they walked back to camp together, he reached for Majexatli’s hand, only to stop as the smell of sulfur and hellfire surrounded him. Mizora didn’t speak but Wyll could feel her presence, feel her watching him, watching Majexatli with derisive disdain. 

He didn’t regret his pact, he didn’t.

…right?

#eldritch it speaks #salam plays bg3 #oc: majexatli #I have to be done with this if I don't post this now I never will 😭 #I think it has some solid good parts at least

[fullofgutsndopamine]

shake up the scenery (know you love the greenery)

or or: Hasan is the reason you're going to fail out of class, you're entirely convinced

You flick the light on at your desk, crack your knuckles, and take a deep breathe.

This exam has been weighing heavy on your shoulders, too frozen in fear to even study for it-finally talked yourself into studying, got out the highlighters and pens and notecards-ready to at least try studying now.

You opened the digital copy of your textbook, a groan coming out of your lips the second it loaded and you saw the amount you had to read-

and right on cue, as if he was planning it, deep in his basement rubbing his hands together waiting for his masterplan to work, loud music thumps outside.

"You have got to be-"

the music thumps under your feet, can feel it radiate down your body

Look, you aren't a confrontational person-really, you aren't-but this is the last class you have, so you gather up your courage and stomp across the yard

You don't even have to knock, the door opens as you stomp across the yard-Half empty beer bottles laid on their sides in the grass, stepped on cans of beers in between bushes and lining the steps

"Well, well, well-"

He smirks as he opens the door, practically takes up the entire doorframe, crosses his arms in front of his body-

"Finally decided to join our parties?"

"I'd rather pull my teeth out one by one-" You huff out, "The music, Hasan-"

"It's pretty good, right?"

He leans in to you, into your ear so he can really be heard, and you just know he can feel and see the pink on your face, even if it's dark in the house-

"Join us," He pulls on your sleeve. His voice drops, gets a little softer, is harder to hear him over the music. "Come on. Have some fun, finally."

And this isn't the Hasan you know-the loud mouth abrasive guy who's ready to fight with anyone, make them repeat themselves so he can show them what an idiot they are-this Hasan is soft around the edges; kinder. His voice drops and his shoulders slump, like he's trying to make himself smaller for you.

"If I fail, it's on you-"

"If you fail," He smirks, "I'll make it up to you. Take you out."

His voice borders on slurring, is obviously drunk, and you roll your eyes, "Turn the music down, asshole."

and before you can make a fool out of yourself anymore, you turn around and disappear

It's around 4 in the morning when you give it a rest. Eyelids are heavy with sleep, and you know you held onto none of what you just read-climb into your too small bunk, pillow pressed against your belly as you set your alarm to go off in an hour and a half, hoping Hasan will eventually give it a rest.

Walking into the classroom feels like death march; slow and steady, can feel the war drums behind you as if they're wishing you one final goodbye and thanks for the expensive tuition prices-

three hours later, one exam down (that you definitely failed)

"Hey!"

You could recognize Hasan anywhere-and no, not like that-the long hair that desperately needed to be cut, the backwards baseball cap for baseball teams and sports you know he didn't watch or know-

"Hey-you!"

and before you can stop yourself, you're throwing the chain link fence of the basketball court open, making his friend Connor, who holds the ball in his hands as he's about to pass it-pause, smirk and throw his head:

"Hasan," His voice is honey and you hate it, the sarcasm drips, "Another groupie."

Sweat makes his hair stick to his forehead but if it bothers him, he makes no effort to move it-instead stops, a smirk slowly creeps on his face:

"We can't keep doing this."

The bastard is enjoying this.

And that's enough for you.

Finding some confidence you didn't even know existed you march over to him, shoving a finger into his chest

"You're the reason I failed my biology exam."

He laughs, the kind where he throws his head back and the laugh comes back more of a giggle: "I'm the reason?"

And as you realize how much you're looking up to him to speak, noticing his freckles in the sunlight and the different colored nails on his hand as he holds a hand to his chest in mock horror-you can hear your heartbeat in your ears, can't believe you're doing this.

Like sure, you and your roommate spent months practicing what you'd both say to him to get him to shut up: the insults and how hurt he'd look but that was just for fun-mostly for when you were slightly tipsy over cheap, bottom shelf wine-

"Y-Yeah!" You shake your head, "Your stupid fucking music and-and-"

You shake your head again, before you can stop yourself from saying something stupid, show how you've been watching him-

He laughs; "My music right. Well-"

He leans down, closer to you, his voice a whisper: "Sounds like I owe you that coffee, eh?"

You want to punch the smirk off his face.

"No, Hasan-"

"One coffee," He says, "And if I say something stupid you can leave, I promise."

"You won't last two minutes."

"Try me."

It's quiet as you both stare eachother down.

"Fine. 6pm. The cafe. Don't be late-"

"Right," He smirks, "See you there, sunshine."

The sunshine is obviously a jab, but you take it as you walk away, hoping your feet don't give out as you make your way to your dorm, now having to figure out what to do with yourself for the next five hours.

#caroline writes #hasan #hasan piker #hasan piker fanfic #hasan piker ff #hasan piker imagine #hasan piker fanfiction #hasan piker fic #hasan piker x reader #hasan piker x y/n #hasan piker x you #hasanabi #hasanabi x y/n #hasanabi x reader #hasanabi x you

[mostlymaudlin]

memories (T), 900 words

Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard

author's note: is it silly? is it angsty? who is to say.

The Palmetto State administration has taken a real interest in the Exy team this year. Neil, who sat through a meeting listening to the school’s leadership decide if his trauma was too problematic for the school’s image, thinks this is pretty rich. But regardless, each player leaves practice the night before their first home game with “swag bags” full of random school spirit items.

When they get back to the dorms — banished by Wymack from returning for night practice — Andrew and Kevin toss theirs toward the trash can. Kevin disappears into the bedroom, and Andrew lights a cigarette by the window. 

Neil sits on the other end of the desk and dumps the contents of his bag between them. There’s an insulated water bottle, boxy looking headphones, a bottle opener, a fox-shaped stress ball, a T-shirt, giant sunglasses, various noisemakers. There’s also some sort of bright orange, tube-shaped instrument. Neil turns it in his hands, noting the mouthpiece and the line of holes along its side.

“A plastic flute?” Neil wonders. 

Andrew snorts. “You’re so uncultured. That looks nothing like a flute.”

Neil raises an eyebrow, and Andrew trades him his cigarette for the instrument. He inspects it for a moment before fitting his fingers over the holes and bringing it to his lips. There’s a harsh whistle, then Andrew readjusts his fingers and plays the melody of Ode to Joy. 

Neil laughs when Andrew finishes and tosses the instrument to his lap, plucking his cigarette out of Neil’s hand. 

“Why do you know how to play that?” Neil asks. 

“If you’d gone to public school, you’d know too,” Andrew says, turning to blow smoke out the window.

“You met me at the public school I attended,” Neil points out, and Andrew shakes his head.

“Elementary school,” Andrew says, and Neil has no argument — he was home-schooled through his upbringing in Baltimore. “Recorders are cheap and simple to learn, and elementary schools are required to provide some kind of music education.”

It’s strange to imagine Andrew at that age. Andrew does not talk about his childhood, so Neil doesn’t know much. He’s hit with a wave of desperation, though — he wants to know what Andrew was like twelve, ten, five years ago. He wants to know what formed the man in front of him. He wants to make sure there were some bright spots — he can’t stand the thought that Andrew would have no good memories at all from growing up. Even Neil has some good memories.

“That sounds… fun,” Neil tries. Andrew shrugs, shifting his gaze to the windows, and Neil thinks that’s that. He’s working on shoving his burning curiosity down when Andrew sighs.

“My fourth grade class played the national anthem at an Oakland Athletics game,” he says. “We were terrible.”

“You sounded pretty good,” Neil says, poking Andrew’s knee with the recorder. 

“I couldn’t carry them all.”

“Seems familiar,” Neil says. “So you’ve always been effortlessly good at everything you do?”

Andrew shoots Neil a look. “Not this. I practiced.”

Neil stills at the significance of this admission — at the vision of a young Andrew who cared about something enough to try. It’s an effort to keep the turmoil stirring in his chest off his face.  Andrew studies him for a moment, then takes another drag of his cigarette and looks out the window. 

“My foster parents at the time worked a lot, so it was just me and this other kid at the house most of the time. She was a few years younger than me. I made a deal with her that if she stopped trying to steal my recorder, I’d play for her every night before bed.”

Andrew’s voice is flat, his face blank, but there’s a distant look in his eyes. Neil waits to see if Andrew will continue, but instead he stubs out his cigarette and slams the window shut. 

Neil pokes Andrew with the instrument again, this time at his shoulder. Andrew narrows his eyes at him. 

“Play another song?” Neil asks. 

“There are better things I could be doing with my mouth.”

Neil’s pulse jumps at that, but he tamps it down for later. “I liked listening to you play.”

“I only know Ode to Joy and the Star-Spangled Banner,” Andrew says. “Are you feeling patriotic?"

“I could muster the spirit,” Neil says. 

Andrew rolls his eyes, but his lips twitch. He swipes the recorder out of Neil’s hands and brings it to his mouth, closing his eyes. 

As he plays, Neil tries to imagine it: Andrew, but smaller. Softer. Already introduced to humanity’s worst, but not yet conquered by it. He imagines this Andrew closing his eyes and playing on a baseball field surrounded by other children, or at the foot of a younger girl’s bed. 

Andrew finishes the song, then chucks the recorder vaguely in the direction of a bean bag chair. He frowns when he meets Neil’s eyes.

“Stop that,” Andrew says, gesturing to Neil’s face.  

Neil tamps down on a smile and shrugs. “I’m just proud to be an American.”

Andrew swings his legs over Neil’s pile of treasures and hops off the desk. Neil assumes Andrew has reached his limit for the night, but he feels a tug on the sleeve of his sweatshirt. He lets Andrew guide him into the bathroom. His fingers stay gripped in Neil’s shirt as he turns on the shower — he uses that grip to push Neil back against the counter as the water warms up. 

“I hate you,” Andrew whispers, then pulls Neil down into a kiss. 

#i did intend for this to be silly but unfortunately they are them #my writing #aftg fic #aftg #flash #andreil

[yaostars]

KAEYA ─

playing . . . . young and beautiful ; lana del rey

౨ৎ : she / her prns , fem reader ౨ৎ : masquerade ball !! (⁀ᗢ⁀) ౨ৎ : kayuh ౨ৎ : royal au ౨ৎ : im sososososo tired help..

y/n had found herself mesmerised by the ball room. it was filled with people especially with masks on. her silky soft (f/c) gown/suit had fitted her perfectly. her skin glowed from the diamond chandelier holding up from the tall ceiling.

a tall blue haired handsome stranger across the room, dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit and wearing a silver mask that heightened the allure of his piercing blue eyes that were like the deep ocean if you kept staring in them for too long.

he flashed a charming smirk as she approached the food table. "well, well, look who's graced this ball with her presence." he spoke before placing a chocolate strawberry in his mouth.

y/n raised an eyebrow playfully. "I could say the same about you. But I have a feeling you're used to turning heads." she held her hand over her mouth holding back her laugh.

he leaned in closer right close to her ear making his voice a velvet whisper making her skin shiver. "only when I'm in the company of someone captivating." before removing himself winking

she couldn't help but laugh feeling her cheeks flush. "oh smooth talker are we?" smiling at him with the light shining on her a bit.

he took her hand bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. "only when i'm inspired."

y/ns heart skipped a beat as their fingers intertwined. "and what's inspiring you tonight?"

his eyes sparkled mischievously. "a certain mysterious woman hiding behind a (f/c) mask."

she bit her lip holding back her smile. "Is that so? I hope I'm living up to your expectations." looking back to everyone dancing with eachother so effortlessly.

"you've surpassed them" he replied, his gaze never leaving hers even if she looked away. he felt as if when looked away she would disappear.

a change of music started.. a soft tune making kaeya open his mouth and closing it not having enough couraged to ask this fine lady to dance.

she looked over having a cheeky smile at him. "care for a dance kind sir?" she laughed softly and it was like music to his ears.

he nodded carefully grabbing her hand to pull her into the middle of the room.

as the music picked up he pulled her closer their bodies swaying to the rhythm. neither couldn't deny the electric chemistry between them.

"i have a confession." she said, her voice low and playful whispering close to his ear making sure no one hears.

"oh do tell." he encouraged, a hint of interest in his eyes.

"i'm not entirely sure I should trust a man who hides behind a mask." she teased giving him a sly smile.

he feigned shock, placing a hand over his heart. "ah but the mask is just an accessory. it's the heart that matters and my heart is fully exposed to you."

y/n chuckled softly feeling a newfound connection. "you are quite the charmer aren't you?" resting her head on his shoulder while they sway to the music.

"and you are quite captivating mi amor" he replied his words filled with sincerity.

as the night wore on, they continued their playful dance of flirtatious remarks and stolen glances each moment deepening the bond between them.

hihihi

#kaeya #kaeya alberich #x reader #xreader #kaeya x reader #genshin #fluff #royalau #genshin impact #genshin x reader