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dustofthedailylife · 2 months

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You were not supposed to hear that...yet

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Pairing: Alhaitham x (gn!) Reader

Summary: Alhaitham reveals a secret about the inner workings of his heart to his friends over a cup of wine and in between some banter. However, he did not expect it would go this wrong...

Tags: Fluff, crack, comfort, teasing, consumption of alcohol (by characters), the whole 4ggravate crew is here, friendly banter between friends, a small sprinkle of angst because reader is insecure (but it's unjustified)

A/N: Dust posting a new fic?! Not an April Fool's joke, despite the date! Finally felt inspired and well enough again to finish this fic that has been rotting in my WIPs forever. I hope you like it. And feel free to hit me up with asks and reblogs - it'd motivate me greatly after my long break 🥺

The usual friend group of Cyno, Kaveh, Tighnari, and him - Alhaitham, was sitting at the Tavern. A gathering like it happened almost every weekend at this point.

The wine bottle on the table had been emptied around two or three times already when Kaveh ordered a new one yet again. At this point, Alhaitham had actually lost count of how many glasses of wine he'd already had, too. But one thing was for certain, he could feel the alcohol in his system and the warm blood that was rushing to his cheeks. All things considered though, despite feeling a little tipsy from the intoxication, he was still able to think clearly.

"Let me guess I'm the one who will have to end up covering your bill again?" He took sarcastic a jab at Kaveh.

The man in question just squinted his eyes and glared daggers at him before opening his mouth in an attempt to protest before it was quickly shot down by Tighnari's hand covering it.

Alhaitham leisurely leaned back in his chair smirking to himself, training his focus back onto the TCG cards in his hands and considering his next turn of action in the game he was playing against Cyno.

"What, am I just supposed to take it all the time and be quiet?!" Kaveh retorted, directed at Tighnari. The fox's ears were beginning to droop lower and lower as his expression became more and more deadpan.

"You all know as well as I do that if [Y/N] was here he wouldn't be acting like this. He would be on his best behavior and pay for the drinks without so much as complaining or being so cocky."

"By the way," Tighnari attempted to divert the attention away from Kaveh's ranting. "Where are they? Didn't you say they wanted to stop by the Tavern as well today, Alhaitham?"

Alhaitham played his round, throwing his card Cyno's way before looking up at Tighnari again.

"They mentioned it but I suppose something must've come up instead. I will ask tomorrow."

"Isn't it strange?" Kaveh addressed the others. "Whenever it involves [Y/N] he graciously offers himself up to talk to them and seek them out but whenever someone else is looking for him he is nowhere to be found."

"Maybe you just can't find me because I simply don't have anything to discuss with you." Alhaitham threw another jab at Kaveh with a smirk, which was promptly followed by a light punch against his bicep by the blonde architect.

"What? I constantly have to talk to you already when we're at ho-"

"SHHH! Don't say that out loud." Kaveh hissed, quickly covering Alhaitham's mouth in panic, since he didn’t want him to spell out that they were currently living together. “It's embarrassing enough that I currently have no other choice, no need to add to my misery.”

A witty quip was burning at the tip of Alhaitham's tongue after Kaveh's remark yet again, but he decided to swallow it. He didn't want to upset him too much, especially since he knew he'd had it rough lately. Even if it would've been said in jest, there was no need to add insult to injury. Instead, he simply resorted to taking another sip of his wine with a low chuckle and a glance in the blonde architect’s direction.

“Aaaaanyway…”, Tighnari cleared his throat, addressing Alhaitham once more. “What is it between [Y/N] and you anyway? You've become quite close haven't you?”

“That's an understatement.” Kaveh groaned, dropping his head on his folded arms on the table dramatically. “He can't stop talking about them. Day in and day out it’s [Y/N]-this, [Y/N]-that.”

“We started working on a project about six months ago. Things are progressing quite smoothly if I do say so myself. Certainly makes things easier if you're working with someone who is both hardworking and intelligent in every way. I’ve been lucky to have been assigned to the project with them.” Alhaitham answered Tighnari’s question rationally while ignoring Kaveh’s dramatic display.

“Here he goes again.” Kaveh huffed, directing his comment at Cyno and Tighnari. “Whenever he talks about them you hear nothing but praises.”

“If someone is doing a great job, is it not logical to give them the credit they deserve?” Alhaitham added matter of factly.

“No… I mean yes, but no. It's just not something I'd see you doing. It’s so out of character.” Kaveh huffed. “And before you say anything, yes, maybe I just don't know that side of you because I don't give you any reason to praise me. No need to add that, thank you.”

Kaveh poked his tongue out at Alhaitham before taking a big sip from his wine.

“Why, if you want to be praised you just need to say so, Kaveh. I think you're quite brilliant - your shortcomings aside.” He just had to add that last bit. Kaveh was just way too easy to tease. And what would this friend group be without the playful banter and jabs at each other?

Kaveh choked on the drink immediately and slammed his cup down onto the table with a loud clang. A fire burned behind his crimson eyes when he spoke next.

“This is exactly what I meant, thanks for proving my point!”

Kaveh looked at Cyno and Tighnari gesturing in the direction of Alhaitham with a move that said “Do you see what I mean now?”.

Tighnari just facepalmed and shook his head.

“And what is your point exactly?” Cyno inquired, playing a card from his hand.

“Did you not listen to what he said?” Kaveh gasped.

“Not really,” Cyno admitted honestly, his eyes trained back on the cards in his hands.

“It's the fact that he can praise others too, but never without also pointing out their faults in the same sentence. Did no one ever notice that? However, he never does that when it's [Y/N].” Kaveh explained.

“And?” Tighnari and Cyno replied in unison, looking puzzled as to where Kaveh wanted to go with this.

Kaveh put his head in his hand and groaned in frustration. “Sometimes you all make me feel like I am surrounded by idiots.”

Now everyone raised their eyebrows at him.

“You're all so clueless… anyway.” He sighed dramatically and accusingly pointed a finger at Alhaitham. “This guy. This admittedly handsome but blockheaded, know-it-all, stoic, annoying-”

“Get to the point.” Alhaitham chided, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Fine, fine." Kaveh spread his arms like he was holding a presentation and Alhaitham his canvas.

“This guy's right here, as alien as it may sound – has fallen in love.”

“You're in love?!” Cyno exclaimed his eyes widening. “With who?!”

Tighnari rolled his eyes, knowing full well Cyno hadn't listed at all the past ten minutes because he had been so absorbed in his cards, and gently slapped the back of his head.

“[Y/N], of course!” The Forest Ranger exclaimed with a huff.

Cyno, now rubbing the back of his head just ushered a “Wait really?” while Kaveh and Tighnari just curiously began eyeing Alhaitham in the hope of seeing any type of confirmation on his face. However, it stayed as unreadable as ever.

He nonchalantly took another sip of wine from his cup while leisurely looking back and forth between the cards on the table and the ones in his hand before playing another turn as if this conversation just now hadn't happened.

“So!?” Kaveh asked, almost hysterically at this point. “Do you intend to enlighten us?”

Just how had he gotten into this situation now? Alhaitham suppressed a sigh before turning to Cyno: “Your turn. Two of your cards are down.”

“Archons!” Cyno cussed, immediately attempting to go back to study his cards but a fist slammed the table harshly, drawing all attention to it.

Tighnari flinched in shock and Cyno, too seemed to be pulled back to reality. Kaveh’s hand was trembling slightly, visibly agitated.

“Stop changing the subject, Alhaitham. The more you keep avoiding answering the question the more I think I am right in my assumptions.”

Alhaitham pinched the bridge of his nose beginning to truly feel a little stressed by Kaveh’s insistance. The man was truly too nosy for his good.

“Kaveh, just let it be if he doesn’t-” Tighnari began before being cut off by Alhaitham.

“And what if you are right? What then, Kaveh?”

Everyone at the table fell silent and everyone was staring at him with a mix of disbelief and shock.

He hadn't planned to reveal any of this yet, especially since he feared they would try to become his wingman. Which, admittedly, may be a nice gesture on paper but with them it could only end in disaster. Plus he would prefer to deal with his feelings alone first and think them through thoroughly, before talking about them with anyone. Besides, it should be you, if anyone, who should hear about them first - alas he was too deep into this now to weasel his way out.

“What?!” Kaveh’s mouth hung open in shock.

“So it is true then?” Cyno inquired, putting the card in his hand down on the table, now suddenly fully hooked on the tea that was being spilled.

“Hold on. Pause.” Kaveh sat upright, before quickly gazing over Alhaitham’s shoulder. “So you-”

“For Archon’s sake.” Alhaitham was beginning to get annoyed because he didn't know how much clearer he had to become for them to get it. “Yes - I’ve been in love with them. For a while now-”

“Alhaitham-” Kaveh tried to interject.

“No, don't interrupt me now, you pestered me about it for the past twenty minutes now you'll have to listen. I have never met anyone who is so hardworking, intelligent, and stunning in any way. Of course, I would be infatuated with a person like them. It would be hard not to fall for them.”

“Uhm Alhai–” Kaveh laughed awkwardly before being interrupted by Alhaitham’s ongoing monologue once more.

“At first I wasn't sure about it but I am now. I am thinking about them first thing in the morning and last thing when I go to sleep - unless you're hammering away on some project again that keeps me awake, Kaveh.”

Kaveh waved for him to shut up already but Alhaitham didn't let that bother him. If he wanted the full story with all the details - he'd get it. He hoped that would get this discussion out of the way once and for all.

“And guess what? They even remembered how I liked my coffee just after I told them once and gifted me a book that I had been trying to find for weeks. So yes, Kaveh. I love [Y/N]. There, does that suffice now, or?”

Kaveh let out a squeal as soon as Alhaitham had stopped speaking but upon further inspection of his expression, it hadn't been one of excitement but rather pure terror and awkwardness.

“Alhaitham…” Cyno and Tighnari said in unison and he only then noticed as well how their gaze was trained on a spot behind him.

“What?” Alhaitham inquired, curling a brow up in confusion before all three men pointed their fingers at something behind him.

When he turned his head around to look at what they were trying to show him, he felt his heart drop to his stomach for the first time in ages.

To his utter shock, you were standing right behind him. Or rather, you were frozen in place, your hand still half lifted in greeting as if you had just been about to greet the lot of them. Your mouth was slightly open in shock still and your pupils were but the size of pinpricks and transfixed on Alhaitham.

And judging by your reaction you must've heard every last word he had said.

“I-I…” You started stammering, clearly confused about what you had just heard. “I uh-, I'll head back home.”

You abruptly turned around on your heel and marched straight out the Tavern door you had just come through as if someone was chasing you.

Alhaitham hadn't moved a muscle ever since he had spotted you standing behind him and he looked like he was frozen in place. Everyone at the table had fallen so silent, one would've been able to hear a needle drop.

Alhaitham's eyes were still fixed on the door you had left through. The little bell that chimed every time the Tavern door hit it on the way in or out was still dangling lightly from the impact. But the movement was dying down slowly but surely - just like Alhaitham, who felt like someone had dropped a boulder on his chest.

You were not supposed to hear that, yet.

“You uh…, Alhaitham you should probably follow them.” Tighnari was the first to speak again. He awkwardly scratched behind his ears. Cyno hummed in agreement while Kaveh just sat there with his mouth wide open.

Alhaitham exhaled in frustration, unable to properly place his emotions. But they were somewhere between unsettled, nervous, and discomforted.

When he got up it felt like someone had tied heavy iron blocks to his ankles that were weighing him down.

“Yeah, I guess I do,” Alhaitham muttered before marching off.

When you stormed outside the Tavern the cool evening breeze gnawed at your skin and made goosebumps erupt all over. Although you weren't quite sure if it was the temperature or your emotional turmoil at play here.

There was no way Alhaitham had just said that and actually meant it. He wouldn't be the type of man to flat-out admit that he had feelings for anyone. Or would he? He had been talking to his closest friends after all.

You were questioning your sense of reality and thought you must've fabricated it all in your mind. Or maybe you misheard what he said and he was talking about something else entirely.

But no, he said your name, and the others looked panicked when you entered the tavern and approached the table.

As you rushed through the streets of Sumeru City the chilly wind kept whipping in your face. Not even you knew where you were going at this point. You simply went where your feet were carrying you.

But eventually, you realized you had run up the Akademiya and to the blue-green mosaic pavilion that glistened in the last rays of sunlight. The spot at which you and Alhaitham often spent your lunch break together.

You sunk down on the bench exhaustedly and stared holes in the ground.

No way.

There was just no way.

Alhaitham. The man you had fallen for so hard that he had begun to occupy every waking thought you had. That man was supposed to have feelings for you and had just flat-out admitted it?

No, this simply had to be a dream. A bad joke. Or maybe even a bet between the group that they orchestrated to prank you.

You could feel your heart thumping in your head and it felt like your head was swimming. It was as if you had downed an entire bottle of wine by yourself, but you were as sober as one could be.

Yes, that had to be it. It was a bet between the boys over one too many cups of wine and they had all acted their parts out flawlessly.

You got up again walking to the railing, overlooking Sumeru city that shone majestically in the last remaining rays of sunshine that the day had to offer. Another gush of wind blew your way, making tears well up in your eyes. Although it may have also been your emotions who were to blame for that instead.

You inhaled deeply. Once. Twice. But nothing seemed to help calming the rapidly beating heart in your chest.

In your daze, you completely missed how someone had quietly come up to the pavilion as well.

Alhaitham leaned against the railing himself, looking over the city in silence, too. He was clearly ringing for words. Although you assumed the wrong reason for his struggle.

“Look,” you began, trying your hardest to suppress the tremble in your voice. “If you came here to apologize - please, spare me your words.”

He looked at you opening his mouth before closing it again right after with a silent nod. His cheeks were dusted in a light pink shade - you assumed it was caused by the alcohol he had downed at the tavern with the others.

“I hope that we can go back to normal tomorrow and just finish our project. I’d prefer if we kept our distance after that. I think it’s for the best” The words left your mouth at normal speed, but it felt like you had to force every single one out. They felt tenacious, like old chewing gum that you tried to pull out from in between your teeth.

“I understand.” He stated calmly before retraining his gaze back into the distance.

You both kept standing next to each other in silence for a long while before you decided to confront him about it directly. You eventually decided it was for the best if you got things off your chest now so that you could get over him quickly. Ripping it off like a band-aid would hopefully give you the relief you so desperately craved right now.

“You know,” you began. “I don’t know who came up with the idea and I also don’t care, no need to tell me. But you guys should never do this to anyone again because you never know how much it might end up hurting someone else’s feelings.”

Alhaitham stood upright and turned to face you directly. He crossed his arms over his chest and slightly cocked his head like he always did when he was thinking about something you said.

After a momentary pause, he asked: “What do you mean?”

“I mean that you shouldn’t toy with someone’s feelings as a prank. It’s never actually funny for anyone but the people who orchestrate such a prank. No matter if the other person reciprocates the feelings or whether they believe the statement, they always end up being the one who is being ridiculed.” You explained as rationally as possible, which was a stark contrast to the tempest that was raging both inside of your heart and mind.

“Especially when the person hoped to hear those exact words for the longest time, too…” You added. It wasn't more than an utterance under your breath - so quietly it was barely audible. But Alhaitham heard nonetheless.

“But I meant everything I said.” He stated matter of factly, seemingly catching on to the fact that you must’ve assumed the wrong things about the whole situation.

“What?! Alhaitham, please, there is no need to add insult to injury. You had your fun now–”

“No.” He gently took your hands in his, exhaling heavily. “Archons, you weren’t supposed to find out like this.”

He rarely swore which made the impact of his words even stronger.

“I wanted to tell you face to face and was waiting for the right moment to do so. But, just know that every word you heard and everything I said back at the tavern was the truth. No bet or scheme made me say it. Not that anyone would be able to make me say these things in the first place.” He sighed once more, giving your hands an emphasizing squeeze. “I meant it.”

“You did?”

“Every word.”

You felt the blood rush to your face and immediately lowered your gaze in an attempt to hide your flusteredness.

“Had I known this would happen, I would’ve told you everything right from the start. I don’t like how this went now but–”, he moved his hands up to cup your face. His beautiful turquoise eyes trained on no one but you.

“I’m absolutely certain I like you. You drive me crazy. And I love and hate how much you occupy every waking thought of mine because I can’t focus on anything when you’re around. And when you’re not, you’re still always on my mind. So please – be mine.”

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ceresun · 3 months

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃.

The fourteenth of February was always the same for Alastor, always staying inside on his own, creating new ideas for his radio show. But this year is different, now he’s spending the day with his lover. And he’ll make sure by any means that no one ruins this day.

pairing : human! alastor x fem! reader

extra : fem! reader ⟡ word count - 0.6k ⟡ alastor is probably ooc and it might be cringe ⟡ reblogs are greatly encouraged and appreciated! ⟡

Alastor who had always spent his Valentine's day alone, opting to stay cooped up in his room, in recent times preferring to stay in his radio station, working on new ideas for his broadcasts. This isn’t to say Alastor wouldn’t receive letters in the mail consisting of women trying to capture his heart. He was a charmer, no doubt about it.

He just didn’t see the appeal in having women fawn over him purely for his popularity. That is up until he meets you. Alastor who had gone on a quick coffee run, trying to take a break from his work. Once it’s his turn to order, he looks up and sees you.

Alastor who tenses up, getting out of his trance once he hears your softly mutter a quick “Are you okay, sir?” He nods, fixing his glasses before stuttering out his order. Alastor who knows he has to have you once he hears your giggle and mutter of “Your order will be right with you!”

Alastor who grabs his coffee in a rush, hastily making his way back to the radio station, not noticing the message written on it. He wouldn’t have noticed it if it weren't for one of his coworkers pointing it out and teasing him.

“You’re definitely something.. Maybe you’d like to meet sometime? ᡣ𐭩”

IF SOMEONE WERE TO EVER ASK Alastor to list what the best things in his life would be, you’d be on that list. And of course, that would mean he’d do anything for you, his darling girl.

He’d never let anyone harm you. And if they did, Alastor would make sure they’d regret it. This extended to anyone, no matter if they were close to you. So when he heard one of your closest friends make fun of you right in front of your face, he knew he had to do something about it. They were none the wiser when he had lured them into a cabin out in the woods, pretending to be throwing you a surprise.

The scene was one you couldn’t even imagine. He had torn them into pieces until they were practically unrecognizable. His eyes flash towards his watch and he realizes you were probably waiting for him at home. With that, he picks up the body and disposes of it nearby and makes his way over to the cabin to clean himself up. He couldn’t go home with your dead friend's blood, now could he? Especially on a night where he’d be taking you out to dine.

Once he makes it home he goes inside and knocks on your guys bedroom door. “Dear, can I come in?” He asks, his joyful smile evident in his tone.

You hesitate before opening the door and letting Alastor in. Alastor sees your dejected look and worries. Had there been someone who had upset you while he was gone? “What’s the matter, cher?” He asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s nothing.. Just that I don’t really want to go out anymore. I don't think my dress fits all that well and—“ You say before getting interrupted by Alastor.

“If this is about what your little friend said, forget about their nonsense! You look lovely, darling.” He reassures you, grabbing your hand and placing a soft kiss onto it. “Now, let me go get myself dressed and we can head out, yeah?” He says before grabbing his suit and going into the bathroom to change.

Coming out of the bathroom, he makes his way over to where you sat on the bed and presses a kiss onto your temple. “Don’t you fret about anything, alright? Everything will be alright.”

“I’ll make sure nothing ever happens to you. No matter what.”

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selineram3421 · 3 months

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*stumbles in and door slams into the wall* Ding-dong💘

Soft Love

Alastor X Chubby Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ food mention-desserts and strawberries, hurt/comfort, italics=thoughts, insecurities, mentions of murder, mention of cannibalism, slight implied/suggestive ⚠

Life in Hell was hectic.

Love in Hell? Nearly impossible to find.

Especially if its real.

Alastor knew you as the kind, soft demon that everyone got along with in the hotel staff.

Kind even to him.

Your work at the hotel was mostly in the arts. The Princess has you in the therapy area to help sinners express their emotions with different mediums.

Such an interesting demon you were with many hobbies. Painting, singing, dancing, baking, designing, cooking, knitting, photography, drawing. The list could go on possibly for a while, you haven't shared all of them.

He was curious, wondering exactly what damned you to Hell.

"Alastor!"

Speak of the devil, you called.

"Yes dear?", he looked up from his book.

He sat on the lobby couch that was just across the bar, patiently waiting for you to speak.

"Could you try something for me? I made some lava cake for desert but I want to make sure yours is the right amount of bitter."

Yes, you were also very considerate and attentive.

"Of course dear!", he stood from the couch and whisked his book away into the shadows. "You know I always look forward to your baking."

He followed behind you, smiling a little wider at the pep in your step.

The Radio Demon knew that he had feelings for you. It took him a while to come to terms with it but let it happen anyway.

You were also the only person that he touched (respectfully) often. Holding your hand, linking your arms together, squishing your cheeks, holding you close for a dance. All excuses just to feel your warmth and softness.

Sure, he's let his friend Rosie touch him but she knew that he didn't like physical contact too often unless it was needed for dancing.

"I made your cake less sweet too!", you turned to look back at him with a smile.

"I appreciate it."

Once both of you entered the kitchen, you showed him the cakes and got out two different chocolate mixes.

"The lighter one is the sweetest, and the darker one is quite bitter.", you placed the bowls on the counter. "I actually want to try it with strawberries too.."

"Sounds appetizing!", he stepped closer and placed his hand on your lower back, leaning forward. "I wouldn't mind having a bite."

You blushed and avoided his gaze.

How adorable.

"I'll get a spoon for you to try the chocolate.", you said before walking out of his hold and over to the drawers near the door.

One thing he noticed was that when it came to his touch, you'd shy away. When he gave you compliments regarding your appearance, you would brush him off or put yourself down.

It upset him greatly.

Somewhat impatient, he swiped up some of the dark chocolate with his finger and tasted it.

"Alastor!"

Like a child, he quickly held his hands behind his back as if to hide something.

"Yes?"

You sighed and got a napkin before walking up to the red man.

"No use in hiding what you did.", you held out your hand.

"But I'm not hiding anything.", he shows you his hands by placing them on yours. "See?"

You hum and pull him down by his hands. "You've got chocolate on the side of your lip deer.", you point out and laugh.

He let's you clean him up with the napkin.

When you pull back, he stops you by taking a hold of your hand with the napkin. Calling your name, the Radio Demon looks you in the eye.

"I have a question for you"

"What is it?", you ask.

"Why is it that whenever I give you a compliment, you disregard it?"

In a second you stiffened and stared at him wide eyed.

"W-what? I don't do that..", you tried to pull away.

Alastor places a kiss on your fingers, still not letting go of your hand.

"Don't lie to me my dear, I always remember everything about you."

You look away with a sigh.

The frown on your face makes his unbeating heart ache.

"I don't like to talk about it.", you say and pull away.

Instead of leaving, you move the bowls and hop onto the counter to sit. Then you take a moment before speaking.

"I wasn't always treated right because of how big I looked.", you said with a sad smile. "I wasn't beauty standard perfect, or had a body that someone could ogle."

The red demon listened.

"When I did get into a relationship, it wasn't good. I was belittled, abused, and cheated on. But I still loved with my whole being..", you moved your hands onto your lap. "I was stabbed to death by them."

Alastor had to hold back his anger.

He wanted to find the person who dared treat you like nothing. To torture and rip them apart. To eat them alive.

"Silly, isn't it?", you smiled sadly, staring down at your hands. "Its what got me killed in the first place but yet I'm still chasing after it."

The Radio Demon slowly took your hands and gently rubbed them.

"You just put your heart in the wrong hands.", he said and lifted your hands to kiss your knuckles. "If I was the one who you loved, you wouldn't have to worry about any affairs."

He kissed the inside of your wrist.

"I'd compliment you everyday."

You were blushing madly at this point, too shocked and flustered to stop him.

He kissed your shoulder.

"I would never hurt you.", he says and kisses your cheek before whispering. "Unless you asked me to."

"Alastor-", you got one of your hands out of his hold to cover your mouth and some of your red face.

He leans back a bit to get a good look at you.

"I don't know how they couldn't see you for who you are. You're absolutely divine and worth so much more than anything anyone else could offer me."

You were tearing up at this point, still covering your mouth.

Carefully, the deer demon moved your hand away and caressed the side of your face. Wiping away a stray tear from your cheek.

"I love you."

You start tearing up more and he sees them start running down, some wetting his hand.

"I love all of you.", he smiles genuinely. "And if anyone dared try to insult or belittle you again, I'll make sure to torture them a million times over until you ask me to stop."

You've begun to quietly sob, wiping your tears as best as you could with your free hand.

"May I kiss you?"

You laugh at that.

"I'm a mess!", you say with a breathy laugh before sniffling.

"No, you're adorable.", he kisses the top of your head.

He let's you take a minute to calm down and helps you wipe your tears and snot away.

"Can you ask again?", you give him a shy smile.

"May I kiss you?", his smile widens.

"Yes please."

Both of you share a soft but long kiss.

I found the merch!

~Seline, the person.

Taglist@

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ML for Alastor🎙

Extra:

You confess to Alastor that you've had a crush on him for quite a while.

"How long?", he asks, deer ears perked up.

"Uh..haha.", you look away with a blush. "After a week of joining the hotel.."

Doing the math, he realized that you've fancied him four months before he started growing feelings for you.

"Is that why you would ask what my favorite meals are? And how much sweetness I could tolerate?"

You nod.

"I can't believe how oblivious I've been. You've been gifting and making things for me.", his deer ears droop down and his brows furrow. "I must make up for all the time you spent on me."

"It's alright love.", you smiled.

"No, you can't change my mind.", he says and steals a kiss. "I'm going to spoil you."

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simplyreveries · 4 months

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Hello! I would like to make a request for Riddle, Kalim, Ortho, and Malleus (gn reader, platonic or romantic. except for Ortho, platonic for him)

How would they react to finding out that the reader wasn't allowed to celebrate their birthday back home and has never had a birthday party?

riddle rosehearts

I have a feeling riddle never really had experienced a birthday party himself, unless it was someone like trey or che'nya doing some little kid attempt at giving him one during their childhood and that is until he came to nrc and got to feel that more. Yes, riddle is saddened when he hears that you've never gotten to have one yourself more so greatly upset. you’re the last person he would ever think deserves to have that happen to, he will make sure to go completely out of his way with the help of trey and other dormmates he made help to ensure that your first birthday would be positively perfect..! riddle really wouldn't accept anything less than best for you.

because of his own experiences with… unpleasant birthdays he knows what a dreadful feeling it can be so it only amps up his own feelings into making it good for you. The roses will be painted your favorite colors, he’ll make sure trey makes you the tastiest cake/pastries of your liking, decorations are of your taste he is going above and beyond here. ace and deuce even make sure to tread more lightly around him as he's invested in this… they cannot cause any trouble on your special day hjsdjklsdg

all he can think about is the smile that will be on your face once you've seen what he has done, at least he can hope so. he frets about choosing a gift for you, but he’d settle for something small but sentimental like a necklace. his tension and initial worry do seem to evaporate when he sees you having a good time, he feels a sense of relief and simply cannot keep his eyes off of you.

kalim al asim

kalim literally cannot fathom this... he is immediately planning and preparing your birthday as soon as he hears about it and yes, it's going to be his best one yet (”kalim my birthday is in two months-”) he talks to jamil all the time about his plans and how it's going to be absolutely perfect for someone as perfect as you. kalim really is observant, especially towards you— he knows what you like and will implement any of that into this celebration of yours.

I don't just mean a big loud party with a bunch of people— kalim already knows if that really isn't your thing but trust me, he will still go above and beyond even if it's just some sleepover with him and some friends of yours. we haven't even discussed the amounts of gifts you’ll be receiving. I 100% believe he’d be like giving you some gift every day in your birth month, he’ll claim they're all to make up for the birthday gifts you didn't receive growing up.

on the day of your birthday, you could look at what he’s done and be like “isn't this a bit-” “too little??” hahaha. he is so full of energy that day; he tries to get you to dance with him even if it's just him making some fool of himself to get you to laugh. because, despite all the things he does and gets you objectively kalim’s priority is to see you happy and laughing throughout the day. that will be his biggest reward.

ortho shroud

ortho knows you pretty well, he does analyze people incredibly. so, he can easily understand what exactly it'd bd you’d want for a birthday… the issue may be is how do you get a bunch of people to celebrate something in ignihyde?? he’d settle to making some surprise party for you at ramshackle and drag idia to help him out. Along with the other first years.

he would make sure to let others like grim, ace, deuce, and the ghosts that live in ramshackle know what he’s doing as he still asks for some advice from them quite often. it's cute to see how serious he takes it; he gets all stern with people like ace or grim to make absolutely sure they don't spill and reveal the little celebration they're setting up for you, it's almost a little intimidating until he switches a 180 to a cheerful and excited demeanor when the plans seem to be going his way.

the party would end up becoming some sleepover with him and the first years, a little chaotic, but really fun. on top of that, ortho is getting his own experiences with things like this with friends for the first time too and he loves it.

malleus draconia

he has had spent most of his birthdays, rather lonely. i mean, he literally doesn't like cakes for the fact that they once gave made him sick because he didn't have really anyone to split it with. not to mention, his birthdays may become quite repetitive and boring with his years of age. however, he almost seems confused when you mention that you’ve never really have had one before. malleus believed that it was normal for humans to always have one, it's what he's been the most exposed to.

malleus could not stop getting that fact of you out of his mind, he seemed to be troubled and lost in thought on how to make you feel better about it. most likely, coming to lilia for help since he’s usually the one to do birthdays, obviously. of course, malleus would be quite happy and excited even to have one celebrated for you at diasomina— silver is quick to suggest he handle cake after past experiences with lilias cooking and baking skills.

he tries to actually keep to a surprise but he’s so obvious about it as he can't help but feel excited as he awaits your reaction to it all. you could ask him one night outside of ramshackle if he's planning a party for you and he’d chuckle and be like “am i?” (disappears??). he doesn't seem to leave your side once the day comes, content and pleased with how happy you seem. you’ll catch him staring at you the whole time as you go about your day, blow out candles for the first time, open gifts (which are obviously some rare, expensive accessory from him) and experience what it’s like for the very first time.

#twst #mightve been slgihtly wrong but i tried to find the bday vignettes/voice lines shhhhhhhh #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #twst imagines #twisted wonderland #riddle x reader #kalim x reader #ortho shroud #malleus x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #kalim al asim x reader #malleus draconia x reader #disney twst

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princessbrunette · 5 months

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reader upset bc things just aren’t going her way today, she woke up on the wrong side of the bed after not getting much sleep, and her hair didn’t turn out the way she wanted it too, she couldn’t find her favorite skirt and she broke her nail. rafe takes her with him to run errands and handle business, and she’s quiet and upset the whole time and she just needs her rafe but he’s so busy right now. eventually something small happens like she trips over her feet or spills something over herself and had a meltdown, bc we all get overstimulated and have meltdowns sometimes :/

i can’t explain to you how much i relate to this :(( have too many days like this one !!

you’d be quiet for the most part, more quiet than usual but rafe isnt gonna necessarily question it, just chalking it up to being in a bad mood. by the time you’ve made it to the car, everything’s overstimulating you. you don’t like the songs that keep coming on the aux, the car is rumbling too loud, rafes being quiet too so it’s just setting you on edge thinking somethings up, it’s just too much. but worst of all, you were hungry.

rafe had some errands to run, but he’d promised you fries, mentioned casually earlier which he’d probably forgotten about. you were holding onto that fact, knowing being fed would greatly cure a large part of your foul mood.

you’d passed the midway point, rafe completing another task on behalf of his father before you finally speak up— voice croaky from lack of sleep and lack of use. “can we get food now?”

he glances at you, reversing out of his spot, looking over his shoulder with his mouth parted in concentration. “huh? oh — uh, yeah, yeah soon. i left somethin’ in the boat so i gotta go pick it up.” he speaks casually.

for some reason, it’s your tipping point.

“no… you said we’d—” you’d go to argue, but suddenly burst into tears, crying into your hands. once you start, you quickly realise you can’t stop, the overstimulation and every issue you’d faced that day catching up with you. rafe frowns in confusion at you, eyes darting between the road and your hunched over form.

“hey, what are you — why are you crying?” he asks, and you can’t answer— far too upset. he sighs, thinking for a moment you’re being a tad dramatic, so used to being spoiled by him that you’re crying over something so minor. he doesn’t like seeing you so upset though, so he sighs and starts to turn his wheel, the car hitting a U-turn. “alright, hey, alright. i’ll get your damn fries. shit.”

it’s only when you don’t calm down he actually starts to get a little concerned. you cry the entire journey, not lifting your head from your hands— and all he can do is spare you worried glances before ordering your food. he parks in the lot, a wad of napkins from the food bag in his clutch and turns to you.

“look at me, kid. please?” he instructs, and you reluctantly do. blinking through gloopy mascara and sniffling your snotty nose shamefully. he dabs at your face, holding the napkin to your nose and quietly telling you to blow. he then sets it aside, and places the fries in your lap, running his hand over his chin and jaw thoughtfully for a moment.

“m’sorry.” you break the silence, staring down at your fries. he sighs, shaking his head.

“what happened, hm? was it me? did i fuck up?”

“no rafe, just got overwhelmed. im having a bad day.”

he stares at you for a moment, turning his body to face you more. “what do you… what do you want me to do?” he asks, his own finger gently prodding at his chest. he was trying to understand you, trying to be a good boyfriend. you think for a moment, glumly staring at your hands.

“i wanna go home and just be with you.” you sulk. he nods slowly, staring off out the window.

“y’know i got shit to do though, baby. can’t just… drop everything, you know? got people countin’ on me. m’handling shit today. ” he squints, hating that he has to be tough— but makes his voice gentle enough to soften the blow.

“i know.” it comes out as a broken whisper, and he can tell you didn’t like his answer. he stares at you, helpless, before speaking once more.

“eat your fries, and then you’re gonna go lay down in the back and have a nap, okay? think you need one. we’ll figure it out from there, a’ight?” he places a hand on your shoulder, tilting his head down and staring into your eyes, hoping what he’s saying is good enough. you think for a moment before nodding and he smiles, patting your cheek.

“alright, that’s my girl. proud of you, okay baby?”

#anon #rafe cameron prompt

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writtenbymoonflower · 5 months

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Book Blues

Your book is sad and Remus is sweet. fem!reader

800 words

cw: crying, brief mention of smut at the very end (if you blink you'll miss it)

It was far too late to be this awake and reading. In your defense, Remus was still awake too. He was downstairs finishing some report for work and you were upstairs, finishing your book. You didn’t have much left, and you were hoping to finish by the time Remus came up for bed. It made you happy that you and Remus could do your own things but still be as connected as ever at the end of the night.

Still smiling to yourself, you returned to your book. You were right at the climax and you were scraping your eyes excitedly over the words. You could feel the tension of the scene building, and building, and building, until it all came crashing down.

Something awful happened.

As you continued to read you could feel tears well up in your eyes and your sinuses clog with sadness. It may be overdramatic to get this upset, but you loved this book! You felt like you knew these characters themselves and their tragedy affected you greatly. You stayed in the same hunched-over position until you finally reached the end through the blur of salty water in your eyes. You leaned against the headboard, hugging the traitorous book tight to your chest, finally allowing yourself to break down.

It was a lot of tears for something that wasn’t real, but you couldn't help it! The story resonated with you. You choked out soft sobs, sniffling and hiccupping Through your sobs you couldn’t hear Remus’ gentle ascension up the stairs to your shared room. You couldn’t even hear the creak of your old door as he stepped in. You just kept sobbing. It wasn’t a full-on come apart, but it was clear you were very upset. In your curled position Remus couldn’t see the book in your arms, all he could see was your stained face and shaking shoulders. His heart wrenched, he wondered what had made you so sad.

He wondered what he would have to do if it was someone who made you this upset.

He wondered why you didn't come find him when you started crying.

“Hey Dove, what’s going on?” He tried to keep his voice even to not scare you, but you startled anyway.

“Mm, ‘s nothing.” You reached one hand up to quickly wipe your damp face. He was obviously very nervous, and you felt bad about scaring your boyfriend. But, you still were processing your book and even if you could talk, he might tease you and your heart couldn’t take that right now.

“If it was nothing I feel like you wouldn’t be crying this hard, Sweet Girl.” He made the short distance from the door to the bed in two long strides before sitting next to you and rubbing your back soothingly. “Come on, out with it.” He was growing more worried and impatient by the second.

Physical affection wasn’t something Remus required all the time. He loved it, it just wasn’t a constant thing between the two of you, but he felt like right now called for it. He made quick work of uncurling your arms and turning to face you. He started to pull you into a proper hug but he was stopped by the foreign object in your lap. He pulled away to look down.

“Dove, what’ve you got?” He asked, confused. You looked at him with a sheepish smile. He picked up the book in your lap, recognizing it as the one you had been keeping on your bedside table the past few days. His brows furrowed and he looked confused, before realization fell over his features. “Is this what’s got you so upset?” His brown eyes found yours, looking for confirmation.

“Yes,” You replied, slightly ashamed and ducking to avoid his eyeline.

“You worry me, poor girl.” He gently chided. His mouth was unturned in a teasing smile. “Was your book sad?” He quickly turned sympathetic, wiping your wet cheeks and nose with his sweater sleeve.

“It was so sad, Remmy.” You played hard into his pity. Your hand came up to wrap around his slim wrist and hold his palm against your face.

“I’m sorry,” He pouted at you, teasing still flickering in his eyes. “Anything I can do to make you less sad?”

“Yes,” You said grimly, lashes wet with tears. “You can buy me another book.” Your face lit up as you finished the sentence.

“Cheeky,” He pulled your face to his chest, wanting to scold you but he was too endeared.

“You asked, I was just honest.” You quipped, playful.

“Fair enough, I’ll just have to find you one that’s sadder. You’re a lot sweeter when you’re crying, you know?”

“You didn’t think so earlier, you were scared.”

“Well, I’ll just have to have you crying for me in another way.” Your cheeks flamed at the comment. “How does that sound, Dovey?”

#remus lupin #remus x reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin one shot #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin fanfiction #marauders fandom #hp marauders #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin fic

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VI. Fury

Harwin Strong x Velaryon!Reader (unrequited love), Alicent Hightower x Velaryon!Reader, Larys Strong x Velaryon!Reader

Series masterlist

Part 6 of this

I still can't believe writing more than 5000 words, there were times when I thought this would never come to light and it frustrated me so please give it a lot of love and let me know what you think of this chapter 🥰💖💖

As always comments, reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading 💖

My inbox is open so I'm always willing to read your headcanons, opinions and answer your questions.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

When the Queen was informed that Harwin had been seen leaving your chambers in the middle of the night she felt her heart skip a beat. She was afraid that for some reason you had decided to forgive your husband for his indiscretions with the princess and give your marriage another chance.

When it was time for lunch that Alicent, Larys, and you had, there was no need for the Queen or Larys to ask you about your husband's sudden visit because you told them yourself. Harwin offered to help the twins put to sleep and you accepted because you were tired Alicent instantly offered to hire more maidens to take care of the children at night so you could rest but you refused saying that you didn't want other women to take care of your children. While you were saying that Alicent couldn't help but notice that you were looking askance at Larys as if you were expecting a reaction from him but she thought it must have been her imagination because when Larys changed the subject you didn't seem disappointed or upset. Unfortunately, the Queen's worries did not disappear throughout the meal so when you left to go spend time with your sister and mother she shared them with Larys.

"I'm afraid that he will once again occupy a place in her heart," the woman admitted, clasping her hands under the table. "What happens if he convinces her to give him another chance? What if she leaves us?" As she spoke, she took off part of the cuticle of the thumb. If her father was watching her he would be scolding her. She knew it was a horrible habit but the anxiety she felt at the thought of losing you was too great. Alicent wouldn't know how to live alone as your friend again, not now that she had tasted what true love was. No one cared about her like you do.

"You heard her, she only let him stay because of the children" the man reminded her as he poured them both more wine "She will never forgive him" he declared and the Queen was envious of his trust. Larys must have noticed that her concern was great because she added "Besides, she will never leave us, especially you. She always seems to want to kill Criston Cole for daring to breathe the same air as you."

Alicent hurriedly brought the wine glass closer to her mouth to hide her smile. Larys' statement had to upset her, after all, Criston Cole is one of the few people she trusts and she should be upset that you want to hurt him, but instead, she managed to calm her down a little.

But Alicent's worries soon grew worse as the days went by because Harwin kept coming to your chambers and the worst thing was that now the two of you with the twins were walking around the castle together. At first, Larys wasn't worried that Harwin would spend time in your chambers after all you made it clear that you were only using him to babysit the twins. But now Larys felt sick every time he saw the four of them together at court. They seemed like a happy family. Aethan shouldn't look so comfortable tied against Harwin's chest with one of the special clothes your mother had ordered for you from Essos, and you shouldn't look so calm when Harwin's hand is on your back while you hold Alyn. You should move away every time his brother kisses your forehead but you don't. You're never the one to initiate the physical contact but Larys still doesn't like it, he's not sure if you're really not pulling away because you don't want to make a scene or because you're bonding with Harwin now that he's spending so much time in your chambers.

One day Larys reaches his limit. You, Alicent, and Larys are eating together again but the man instead of joining the conversation you two are having is too busy thinking about the image of Harwin with his hand on your back again while you were both talking to some Lord and how later his brother left the conversation but not without kissing you on the cheek before leaving.

"Why do you let Harwin spend so much time with you?" he suddenly interrupts your conversation with Alicent. She looks at him surprised but at the same time seems grateful for him to dare to question your closeness with Harwin since she would never do it for fear of upsetting you.

"I told you he's just helping me with the twins," you replied, frowning at his rude interruption.

"You shouldn't be depending so much on Harwin to take care of your own children."

"Larys" Alicent's intention was a reprimand but he could detect the nerves in her voice and her eyes.

Larys knew he said the wrong thing when he saw how your eyes seemed to spark and how you abruptly dropped the cutlery.

"Our" you corrected him. "And maybe I wouldn't be depending on Harwin so much if you took charge" you spat every word like it was poison.

"We should take a moment of silence before saying something that we regret," the queen proposed in an attempt to calm the waters as she tried to take your hand but you pushed her away and barely looked at her.

"It's not fair. We both knew that when you got pregnant the child couldn't know the truth" Larys said, appearing calm, not wanting to let you see that your words bothered him.

"Of course, they won't grow up knowing the truth but you're not even trying to help me" you crossed your arms. "Even Daemon and Rhaenyra seem more interested in them than you," the bitterness in your voice was clear.

And the only reason for that was because they both wanted to fuck you but Larys wouldn't tell you that because it would only make your anger worse so instead he told you the reason for his distance.

"I stay away to avoid making people suspicious"

Not wanting the court to suspect him of being the father of your children was not the only reason for his distance. The truth is that Larys had no idea what to do with the twins. He saw the immense love you had for children. Not just you, your parents and your siblings too. Everyone seemed to love Alyn and Aethan from the minute they saw them but he didn't. Of course, he was worried about their safety the second you announced to Harwin and Lyonel that he was the father. He didn't want anything bad to happen to them but he wouldn't say that he loves them and he's sure they don't either, especially Aethan because the few times he carried them, they became instantly agitated and cried demanding to come back to you. Their crying made his head hurt and he's sure it made your head hurt too so he stayed away thinking it would save both of you the stress of hearing the children scream.

"People think you're their fucking uncle, no one will suspect that you spend time together. You're family." It was obvious that you were dissatisfied with his defense by the exasperation in your voice. "And don't tell me that you're afraid that someone will realize the truth because Aethan has the same eye color as you because months went by and no one said anything. So stop being paranoid and spend time with your children" You got up from the table "I'm sorry, my queen, but I lost my appetite and I have to continue with my duties"

Neither Alicent nor Larys had any doubt that you were angry but you confirmed it when you left without even giving them both a measly kiss goodbye.

"You have to fix it," Alicent ordered, looking at him furiously. "If we lose her because of you..."

"That's not going to happen," the man interrupted, throwing his napkin at the table angrily. "I'll fix it."

Of course, after that argument, Larys couldn't allow you to get even closer to Harwin so that same afternoon he sent you a message through one of your maids. He asked you not to allow his brother to come to your chambers tonight because he was thinking of coming to see you. In the middle of the night, Larys entered through the secret passage that had your chambers hidden behind one of the paintings. A snort left your mouth when you saw him appear with a small bouquet.

"If you think I'll forgive you because you brought me flowers, you're wrong," you warned him but your anger shouldn't have been so great because you didn't leave his side when he sat next to you on the bed, in the middle were the twins lying awake. Face up they seemed entertained trying to turn around on their own. Larys was relieved that neither of them burst into tears when they saw it.

"I'm not stupid to think that, I know your character.," he said and extended the bouquet to you waiting for you to take it, you looked at it doubting whether to take it or not "It see like someone wanted it more than you" he commented when you saw Alyn stretch out her small hand as if he wanted to touch one of the flowers. "Do you mind sharing?" you shook your head and couldn't help but smile when you saw him remove a flower from the bouquet to give it to Alyn. You hurriedly pulled another flower from the bouquet and gave it to Aethan before he got jealous. "I will get better at this parenting thing. I will come at night and help you take care of them" he wanted to see your reaction but his attention went to Aethan when he saw him put one of the petals in his mouth so he moved the flower away from the baby making him squeal. Not wanting Aethan to start crying, he gave him the flower again but he had to take it away because he put the petal in his mouth again.

"Why does he want to eat it?"

You laughed as you saw the frustration on Larys's face because every time he gave the flower to Aethan he kept wanting to eat it and then squealed when Larys pushed the flower away. But he wasn't a squealer like when he was about to throw a tantrum, it was one of the ones he did when he played with you or your brothers.

Alyn must have also thought his father was making a funny face because he joined in with your laughter.

"I'm sure that at first the color of the flower caught his attention, but now he just thinks that he's playing with you," you reassure him. "Larys, I want actions, not just empty words. I want you to be there for us," you asked, returning to what your lover had said before.

And Larys showed that he was serious. He started coming to your chambers in the middle of the night to help you with the children. You noticed that at first, he seemed to struggle when they cried but after you taught him that skin-to-skin contact helped calm them down and told him that talking to babies helped too, Larys seemed to handle it well, although the first few times you had to stop yourself from laughing at how uncomfortable and lost the man looked because he had no idea what to talk to babies about. You had to tell him to stop thinking about it so much and just talk. Larys didn't make silly voices like Laena, Laenor, or Harwin but Alyn didn't seem to mind because he happily responded to his father with babbling. It didn't take long for Aethan to join in as well because she didn't want to be left out of the "talk."

You will never forget Larys' smile when for the first time he was greeted by Alyn's excited screams as soon as he saw his father enter your chambers. You feel happy with all this development, not only that but Larys also starts to join you during the day, of course not every day, but sometimes he happens once at the nursery with you or they meet by "chance" with you in the gardens and show the twins the flowers together. Even Princess Helaena joins you a couple of times but she soon loses interest in the flowers and entertains herself with the bugs she finds on the ground. At those times Larys and you have to make sure the twins don't try to put any insects in their mouths.

Everything seems to be fine again...Except for Harwin, who feels displaced when you no longer allow him to spend the nights in your chambers and starts seeing you and Larys together during the day. Harwin knows that he should be happy with the fact that you no longer seem to hate him and with the rapprochement that the two of you had during the time that he helped you with the twins. You don't seem angry when you meet him at nursery, nor do you reject him when during the day he insists on spending time with you and the twins. You don't even yell at him when he proposes that Jacaerys join the four of you. He should settle for that but he can't. He just wants to get your love back.

You should not have been surprised when one of your maids came to inform you that your husband was in the princess's chambers. You didn't expect that now that you could stand his presence and have the occasional civil conversation with him, he would magically forget about Rhaenyra. You weren't stupid, you knew he was still seeing her but you hoped he would at least have a little respect for you. You couldn't believe he dared to be in Rhaenyra's chambers while she gave birth. People were already talking about you three but this would only make it worse. You didn't think they could dare to humiliate you any further, at least at the birth of Jacaerys, Harwin hadn't dared to do this.

Fury took over your body. You ignored your maid's calls as you strode out of your chambers.

You felt the blood in your body heat up, noticing that you were getting closer to your destination. You couldn't stop thinking about your hands around Harwin's neck. You wanted to kill him. But you couldn't do it. If you kill your husband you will not go unpunished and you will suffer some punishment, your death, or your exile, and the last thing you want is to leave Alicent and Larys. So you'd have to settle for making a scene.

If Rhaenyra and Harwin wanted attention then you would make a damn spectacle. Tomorrow there wouldn't be a single person who wouldn't talk about you three.

When you finally reached your destination you abruptly opened the doors making as much noise as possible. You entered, leaving the doors open with the intention that anyone who passed by could hear you. You found Rhaenyra lying on her bed with Harwin kneeling next to her and holding her hand.

All eyes were on you, Laenor looking at you with fear, the midwives tensed while the princess and your husband looked at you with pure surprise. For a moment Rhaenyra thought that you would be at her side and accompany her while she gave birth.

“I tried to get him away from her,” Laenor said quickly, from the corner, seeing the fury in your eyes not wanting to be on the receiving end of it. Not when he had struggled to obtain your forgiveness.

You ignored your brother and headed straight for Harwin. One of Rhaenyra's handmaidens thought you would try to hurt the princess so she tried to stop you by standing in front of you. You barely bothered to look at her before pushing her in Laenor's direction. Your brother, as you expected, caught her before she could fall to the floor. The screams of the other maids irritated you even more. You hadn't even put all your strength into the push, of course, they had to be just as dramatic as Rhaenyra.

“What are you doing here?” with every second that Harwin passed in silence you felt your fury grow even more, the worst thing was that he didn't seem to have any intention of separating himself from the princess because he was still holding her hand. “Why does a sworn shield need to be here? “You questioned but again you didn't get any response causing you to lose what little control you had “You can't protect her from the birthing bed, you idiot! You shouldn't be here! Do you understand how humiliating it is for me, for my children, that you are here?!” As you spoke, you raised your voice more and more to the point that you ended up shouting, you were sure that at least your complaint had been heard by anyone who was there. will be found in the hallways. You were sure that from today the court would be sure that Harwin was the father of Rhaenyra's children.

You saw Rhaenyra flinch, you didn't know if it was because of your screams or because she was having a contraction. You didn't care anyway, she did this to herself you thought. If she were smarter she would not have gotten pregnant by your husband again and much less would she have allowed him to accompany her during her birth.

“She needs me,” said Harwin, looking at you with pleading eyes, hoping you would understand, you should, you know Rhaenyra and you know that she is afraid of childbirth after everything her mother suffered.

“Harwin, we're leaving,” you demanded.

Harwin loves you but he loves Rhaenyra too so he couldn't leave her alone right now, not when she knew she was scared and needed him.

“No,” he said painfully, knowing that the little process he had done between the two of you would be forgotten. Now you would get angry but then he would work hard to win you over again.

Your dragon blood or your Baratheon blood had to have taken over your body because suddenly your hands were on your husband's scalp. Years ago you had caressed his curls tenderly but now you found yourself pulling him with all your strength, if he wasn't willing to get out then you were willing to drag him. You would embarrass him in front of the maids and anyone in the hall.

Harwin quickly let go of Rhaenyra's hand to prevent you from ending up dragging her with him. The princess didn't know what to do as she watched in shock as Laenor grabbed you by the waist and tried to pull you away from Harwin, but you didn't give in, your hands seemed to be clinging to him. All Rhaenyra could do was shake her head as one of her handmaidens approached the door ready to call the guards and silence the rest. The last thing she wanted was to get you in trouble.

“Please, sister, let go. Please,” Laenor asked desperately. He feared that at any moment a guard would walk in and you would end up having an audience with the king for disturbing the princess in the middle of her birth and attacking her sworn shield. The worst thing is that he saw you capable in your state of the fury of telling Viserys to rot for pretending not to know what was happening right under his nose, how his grandson was a bastard: "It's not worth getting in trouble for them. Please release him. If the king and queen find out about this…

He stopped talking when he watched you loosen your grip on Harwin carelessly causing his head to hit the floor. Laenor couldn't help but grimace at the noise. He had to have pushed you away instantly because you once again grabbed Harwin by the hair, lifting his head and then slamming it back onto the floor. This time when you let go, Laenor took the opportunity to lift you up and left Rhaenyra's chambers with you on his shoulder while you shouted curses in Valyrian.

They hadn't even reached the end of the hallway when Laenor stopped, a few seconds passed before he put you down. But you understood his reaction when you saw his father standing in front of you. He was looking at you angrily and again you felt like you were a little girl getting into trouble running away from your babysitters. Laenor must have felt your anguish because he took your hand and intertwined your fingers like he used to do when you were children and you were both scolded, not only that but he put his body in front of yours.

"Did you expect me to stand by and do nothing while they humiliated me?" you questioned your father once he finished scolding you and Laenor. During all of Corlys's talk, your brother didn't let go of your hand and you loved him more than ever for it. He could have avoided witnessing this, he could have left you alone but he didn't. Your brother wasn't to blame for your attitude but he was still scolded for not being firm enough to stop you before making a scene. You were sure that if Laenor had excused himself, your father wouldn't have bothered to scold him later.

"You humiliated yourself," he declared. It didn't matter that he had been ranting for what felt like hours he was still angry.

His words were like a slap. Unconsciously you tried to make yourself smaller in your seat as you felt a lump begin to form in your throat. He is your father, he should be on your side, he should be furious with Rhaenyra and Harwin, not you. He should be shouting and defending your honor. But instead, he's yelling at you.

You remained silent without knowing how to respond, feeling small, pathetic, and humiliated under your father's gaze. Not being able to take it anymore you lowered your head looking at your lap. You didn't like feeling like this, you hated it.

You loved your mom. It was a silly and childish thought but if she were here you believed she would take your side. She may not agree with your actions but she would never make you feel this way.

"Tomorrow the whole court will be talking about how you lost your mind, entering the princess's rooms and beating your husband," your father said making you feel worse. You had wanted to make a scene to get people talking but you thought it would be to your benefit, you thought the court would side with the poor faithful wife but maybe your father was right, maybe in the end you would be the one who would end up badly. Perhaps Rhaenyra and Harwin would not be the ones to make the Velaryons the laughingstock of the court but you. The pain in your throat worsened at that thought. "What if this reaches the king's ears?"

"That will not happen, Father," you were surprised by the firmness in your brother's voice. "Despite the distance between my sister and Rhaenyra. The princess still has great esteem for her and does not want to get her into trouble with the king. If Viserys decided to act and punish my sister that would only encourage people to talk more about the true paternity of Rhaenyra's children" he said as he gave your hand a squeeze hoping to get you out of whatever was scheming in your head knowing that it wouldn't. It must have been nothing good."Besides, I doubt people will think my sister is crazy. "The court will side with her after all it is normal to see a woman hurt by her husband's cheating."

"A maester had to see Harwin," Corlys reminded them with a frown.

"An accident. One of the maids dropped hot water and the idiot slipped and hit his head. It's his fault for being in the delivery bed when he shouldn't be" You couldn't help but laugh at the easy lie your brother made up. You wouldn't be surprised if there were people who believed her. Laenor turned to look at you with a smile, feeling satisfied to see that you were settling back down normally in your chair instead of trying to hide. "The only thing my sister did was go yell at her stupid husband for daring to snub her like that."

Before Corlys could say what he thought about it there was a knock on the door. After your father gave permission to enter a maid reported that Rhaenyra had given birth to a second son named Lucerys and that the three of you could now go and meet him.

"Come on Laenor, we have to meet the future lord of Driftmark," the Lord said once the maid left.

The fury you felt when you heard those words made you forget any feeling of smallness that your father caused you. You could allow your father many things but not this. You weren't going to stay silent while he took away your son's birthright and gave it to Rhaenyra's bastard. You knew that your father was an ambitious man and wanted to go down in history—that's why he had pushed you to spend time with Viserys as soon as Queen Aemma died and when you didn't become queen he made Laenor marry Rhaenyra even though he knew his preferences—but you never thought he would be able to deliver the legacy of your ancestors as if nothing had happened. It was insulting. This was outrageous.

When you least expected it, your father always found a new way to disappoint you.

"You can't be serious," you said, standing up abruptly from your chair while resting your hands on the desk.

"Please don't start again," your father said as if he was treating you like a tantrum child making your fury only grow even more. You could feel your blood heat up.

"He can't be Driftmark's heir," you said, emphasizing each word to get it into his head.

"He is the son of Laenor. It is his birthright"

"He is my son in name only," Laenor reminded him. He loved Jacaerys and was sure he would soon love Lucerys too, but he still knew he couldn't give any of them Driftmark. It would be an insult to Laena, to you, to his uncles and cousins.

“And why is that?” Corlys accused him. He didn't need to say any more words, the three of them knew that he blamed the lack of legitimate children on Laenor's preferences. You would think that after years your father would have accepted it by now.

“Driftmark belongs to Aethan,” you said, watching as Laenor clenched her hands into fists clearly frustrated, putting her attention back on you “He was born before Lucerys, it is his birthright” You tried hard not to raise your voice thinking that if You looked calm and confident. Your father could listen to you for once.

“You know perfectly well that the line of succession follows the lineage of Laenor.”

“That's the point,” you exclaimed. “Lucerys has no Velaryon blood and no offense to Laenor, but we all know you will never have descendants. "You turned when you saw your brother but he didn't look offended by your words so you turned your attention to your father "If Laenor doesn't have children then the line that follows is Laena's but she still doesn't have children so until that happens follow my line. Alyn was born first so he will have Harrenhall but Driftmark belongs to Aethan.”

“Lucerys will inherit Driftmark after Laenor,” your father stated as if he hadn't heard anything you said.

“He doesn't have Velaryon blood!” you argued, losing your patience, a part of you wanted to throw yourself at the desk and beat your father to the point of exhaustion. Maybe this way he would come to his senses.

“History does not remember blood, it remembers names”

Again he was looking at you like you were a little girl, like you were stupid and couldn't understand what she was talking about. But you understood, he was always going to care more about his ambition than his family. This time you did not hide from his gaze but instead took refuge in your fury.

Nightwing shouted angrily from the Dragon's Pit.

Slapped.

Your father looked at you in shock. You didn't feel guilt or regret, in fact, you felt satisfaction. You hoped the mark of your hand would remain on his face. You weren't going to apologize, he deserved it for choosing Rhaenyra and his bastard over you and your son, his own blood.

Laenor was the first to react, taking your arm and pulling you back and then standing in front of you, ready to protect you in case his father tried to do something to you. But you weren't afraid. Your father had never hit you before and you didn't think he would start doing it now, not when you were already a grown woman, not when you could still hear the furious screams of your dragon, not when you both knew that if he dared to touch you your mother wouldn't hesitate to feed him to Meleys

“Get her out of here,” Corlys ordered, regaining his patriarchal composure.

You broke free from your brother's grip. You didn't need an escort. You could go alone but you had one last thing to say. You expected this to torment him.

“You will be the one to ruin our name, you will make us a laughing stock if you leave that child as heir.”

Of course, your fury can't last forever. That's why when Larys entered through the secret passageway that your room had, he found you curled up in bed.

"Are you angry?" You turn your back on him as you feel him lift the sheets to get into the bed next to you.

Your voice was weak and unsure like you were afraid to know his answer. And Larys didn't like it.

"Just for not being able to see how you hit my brother" he replied and you wanted to laugh but it came out more like a sob making the look in Larys' eyes soften. If it was someone else they would find it annoying or feel uncomfortable but you are the exception. He just wanted to make your pain go away. "What happened?" he asked, ready to listen to you complain about Harwin and Rhaenyra.

"My father wants Lucerys Velaryon to be heir to Driftmark instead of Aethan" You turned around and dared to sneak into your lover's chest now that you knew he wasn't upset with you.

You took Larys by surprise because he didn't expect that to be the reason for your discomfort.

"That's not going to happen," he assured you as he gave you comforting strokes on your back. "Not many children make it to the age of two. Even if they do, they can always have an accident during their childhood. And if that doesn't happen, then we'll take care of Lucerys."

You should be horrified by what Larys just said and its implications. You should be scared at how calm he seems at the idea of murdering his own nephew but instead, you feel more in love with him. It's twisted but his words gave you comfort, knowing that you weren't alone in this, that you had someone on your side who was willing to do something so heinous just for you and so that your child would have his birthright. You and Larys must be crazy thinking about the death of a newlyborn baby. You're probably not as good a person as you thought and you don't know how to feel about it. You send a silent prayer to the gods and apologize for your thoughts because that's what a good person would do. You convince yourself that your fury is still poisoning your head and that's why you think of Lucerys dead. Your usual self would never think of that. How would you wish for the death of an innocent baby?

"We won't do anything," you say but both you and Larys can notice the lack of determination in your decision. But he's smart enough not to highlight it, it would only worsen your mood. "It's not Lucerys' fault that my father chose Rhaenyra over me," your voice breaks at the end and it seems like you're about to cry again.

"He didn't choose her, he chose the power he thinks she possesses," he said in an attempt to make you feel better.

"I'm sorry that your father disappointed you," he gently wiped your tears with his thumb. "But you don't need it. You have your siblings, and your mother and you have me. I'm always on your side."

At his last statement, you felt your heart warm up along with a sudden huge need to kiss him. So you obeyed your desire and leaned towards him and then captured his lips. You kissed him again and again, you tasted his lips as if it were the most exquisite wine you had ever tasted, but the thirst you felt for him did not seem to disappear.

"Be good and make me forget about today" you asked with heavy breathing.

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zwhoreo · 9 months

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Luffy would be a fun lovable boyfriend, but I just know that he would be a bit forgetful and even selfish with reader’s needs.

The kind of boyfriend that you tell him not to do something, and he's like "ok :)" but proceeds to do what you said not to do. But at the end he apologizes and promises not to do it again when he sees your sad face.

tysm for the request!! this story ended up being so alabasta-coded in its themes because I looove alabasta

broken promises - luffy x gn!reader

angsty fluff

summary in request. whenever you dock on new islands, luffy runs off without telling you where he’s going, or saying goodbye. even though you’ve made him promise to a million times.

words: 1.6k

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He means so well, and he tries in so many ways, very hard, like how he’s the first to help you or defend you if you’re upset or in pain, how he holds you at night (and all the time), he puts your needs first in nearly every way but for the life of him he can’t remember half the things you tell him, even if you beg and cry about it, even if it distresses him and fills his heart with guilt in the moment, he has a hard time remembering.

Like how he never tells you where he’s going, or when he’ll be back, and how he doesn’t say goodbye.

Last time, he ran off without telling you and even though the rest of the crew assured you he’s alright, he’ll do fine on his own, stop worrying, you felt off and you did worry and you got a lecture about trust. But in the end, it was Sanji who dragged Luffy back to the ship, because he’d fallen into the ocean by accident when he was exploring the docks across the island and it was only because Sanji happened to be at the waterfront getting supplies that he was rescued.

This, of course, upset you greatly. You weren’t angry with Luffy at first, only so grateful that he was ok. You helped him take a warm shower to soothe his frozen nerves, you fed him, you cuddled with him in bed even though he complained a bit that he wanted to keep exploring. But then you started crying because you felt heartsick inside and he grew quiet, he wanted to cry too, he said he was sorry as he fidgeted in his seat and didn’t really meet your eyes because he felt extremely bad and didn’t know how to help.

But you went easy on him because you were reminded of how easily he could be gone, in just the briefest moment. So you held his face in your hands and told him it’s ok, it’s alright, just don’t do it again. You made him promise.

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You’re finally on another island, now. You’re all sick with boredom and you can’t wait to stretch your legs and be on solid ground, and so does Luffy. You’re all standing on the deck and talking about what you’re going to do that day, if you should go out to eat first, who is going to buy supplies. But before you can even turn to him, Luffy is jumping off the ship and shooting away into town, not saying goodbye or telling you where he’s going or anything, absolutely anything, that you had made him promise to do.

And this is made more frustrating because the day before you had cornered him in a hug on the deck and said “when we get to the island can you please, please tell me where you’re going first?”

And with a happy smile he nodded and said, “ok!” and pressed his face against your cheek as a signal of what you thought was a promise.

But now you’re left totally speechless and near tears because he just left, not thinking about anything but himself.

And in the back of his mind somewhere, Luffy knows that he should have said something to you and at least given you a goodbye kiss, but it was just so much easier not to say anything and he’d see you tonight, anyways! And he wanted to go have fun and he would really, really try not to fall in the water this time, definitely.

But he doesn’t know that now you’re sick to your stomach and don’t even want to go on the island anymore. He doesn’t know that when Nami smiled and rolled her eyes and told you, “[name], he’s gonna be fine, just relax,” you told her to shut up which got her (and Sanji) really angry at you and now you feel worse.

Zoro snaps at you too, thinking less of you right now that you’re supposedly doubting Luffy’s ability to fend for himself, a he’s not a child, worrying’s not going to do you any good.

Trying to lift your spirits, Usopp asks if you want to go out to dinner with him, and you agree even though you’re not hungry. It starts in awkward silence as you two walk, which really isn’t like you, but once you sit down and start eating Usopp really tries to take your mind off things and soon you’re laughing and talking like your normal self over an enjoyable local dinner. Until, while telling you a funny story you haven’t heard before, Usopp mentions Luffy. And you get sad and upset again and get in a state of “please I need to go find him now.”

Usopp needs to go but you run into Chopper who agrees to help you look, you walk around the town together and your nerves are tearing you up inside. It’s now been hours since you’ve seen him, evening darkens and you’re praying for any sign that he’s near, you’ve worked yourself up and thank god Chopper isn’t reprimanding you, at least.

But you’ve looked for so long, now, and Chopper says he’s really sorry but you should just go back to the ship and wait, Luffy’s gonna be fine and he’ll definitely be back soon.

But you really, really don’t want to go back to the ship. So with a lump in your throat you tell him that he can go, but you’re going to sit on that hill over there for a while and be alone. He agrees, a little sad that he can’t do more.

You go and sit in the grass and cry quietly, frustration and worry creeping over you. Trust is the most important thing in this relationship, why is this so hard for you all of a sudden? But no, that’s not it, why wouldn’t Luffy do the simplest thing you asked him to? You have so many emotions spinning in your mind that you don’t notice the voice at first.

“[NAME!]”

And you hear running footsteps, sandals stumbling over the path in a hurry to get to you. You’re knocked into the ground by a tight, sudden hug, Luffy’s lips connecting with your cheek, tumbling over you and quickly swiping your face with his palms to wipe your tears.

“Don’t cry! I’m right here!” He’s inches away from your face, gazing into your eyes. He’s grinning, but an I want you to be ok and smile too type of grin.

“Luffy…” You throw your arms around his neck, overtaken by a temporary rush of relief and joy to see him, quelling your stress at last, the knot leaving your stomach.

“Chopper saw me and told me you were upset, oh [name] please don’t be sad, I didn’t mean to make you cry… I love you so so much…” He climbs into your lap and presses his body to yours.

“I’m really mad at you,” you whisper against his neck, “Luffy, what did I say you had to do?”

“Um…” He looks at you searchingly, but when he sees the sadness and hurt in your eyes he feels truly awful and everything comes back to him. “I… I should’ve told you where I was going, and said goodbye… I’m really sorry.” He leans in to give you another kiss on the cheek, and this time he stays there, breathing softly, quietly against you.

“You said that last time, you promised…” You feel your face getting flushed with frustration.

“I’m so sorry… I wanna be better, I wanna try!” Luffy grabs your shoulders and gazes into your eyes again, eyebrows knit. “I wanna be a really perfect boyfriend to ya, I’m sorry for being no good at it.”

You lean into him, your tears still aren’t quite over. “You are perfect, I just… I need more communication, please? Please, can you try?”

“Mhm! I really promise this time! I wanna make you really happy, ok? Here, look, all day I was tryna find something for ya…” He reaches carefully into his pocket, still looking at you, and he pulls out a pastry wrapped carefully in wax paper.

It smells so good, like warm raspberry and roses, he puts it in your hand and it crinkles into your palm. You unwrap it and it’s from a fancy bakery in town, you realize, and he must’ve bought it for you with his own money. He hadn’t even tasted it, it’s perfectly intact, you know that’s a big deal for Luffy, how he was able to control his restraint for warm food just to give you a nice gift he thought would make you happy.

“C’mon… eat it and you’ll feel better. You can have the whole thing…” he murmurs, rubbing your thigh gently.

“Thanks, Lu…” And you settle against him while he holds you, and you eat in small bites because you’re still emotional and fragile right now. “Hey Luffy?”

“Hm?” He’s sitting behind you now, he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“I really appreciate you. I love you a lot, I just want you to know that…”

“I know,” he says quietly into your ear, and you can hear his smile. He squeezes your hand and you fall into comfortable silence, there on the hill as the sky fills with stars.

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yxngbxkkie · 6 months

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secrets (b.c)

the seventh installment of my skz street racing series! i'm in complete awe that it's coming to a close. a part of me didn't think i would've been able to finish it! anyway, i do hope you guys enjoy this 🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

You tap your fingers against the kitchen table as you wait for your best friend to arrive. The food you ordered is beginning to get cold, a frown etching onto your lips. You release a sigh and reach for your phone, checking for any messages from Chan.

“This is getting ridiculous,” you mumble to yourself after seeing no texts from him. You press your lips together before deciding to put the food away.

For the past three weeks, you've been desperately trying to hang out with Chan. And every time you plan something, it never works out.

After putting the food you bought for Chan away, you grab your tray of sushi before heading into the living room. You get comfortable on the couch and slip your phone out of your pocket.

You pull up Felix's contact and press the call button. You put it on speaker phone, listening to the ringing while stuffing a piece of sushi into your mouth.

“Hey, Y/N,” Felix greets you, hearing the cheeriness in his voice.

“Hi, Lixie,” you chuckle while setting your food down. “Can I ask you something?”

You can hear him shuffling around on the other end, waiting for him to answer. “Yeah, of course. What's up?” Felix asks as the background noise on his end stops.

“Do you happen to know what's been going on with Chan?” You question, casting your gaze to the floor. Before Felix is able to answer, you continue your rant. “I've been trying to hang out with him for three weeks, and he hasn't shown up to a single one. I'm just… worried that I've done something to upset him.”

Felix sighs, and you can feel your heart pound against your chest. “It's not my place to say,” he ends up telling you.

Your chest clenches at his answer, and you swallow the lump in your throat. “Okay,” you whisper, clearing your throat.

“Just know that it's nothing to do with you, okay? Channie adores you,” Felix reassures you.

Tears pool in your eyes as you try to believe what he's telling you. “Thanks anyway, Felix. I'll talk to you later,” you mention before bidding him goodbye.

You set your phone down and grab your sushi again, eating in silence. A couple of tears slip down your cheeks while you're eating. You furiously wipe them away and glance towards your phone.

You finish your tray of sushi, humming in delight before setting the empty dish onto the coffee table. You pick up your phone again and try to call Chan.

The phone rings and rings. Your breath hitches in your throat when he answers. “Y/N, hey, I'm a little busy --”

“You've been busy for a month, Chan,” you cut him off, your lip trembling. You sniffle, and you wipe the tip of your nose. “I-If you don't want to be friends anymore. I would prefer it if you told me.”

“Woah, woah, baby,” Chan’s pet name he calls you comes through the receiver, making your heart jump. “I don't not want to be friends anymore. I'm sorry I haven't really been around.”

“I just want an explanation, Channie,” you whisper into the phone, tucking some hair behind your ear.

Chan sighs as you wait for him to say something. “I'll explain everything soon, okay? I promise,” he tells you, causing you to scoff.

You shake your head, standing up from your spot. “You know what? Forget it,” you tell him before hanging up. You toss your phone onto the couch, gently biting the inside of your lip.

After taking a minute to calm yourself down, you grab your trash from the coffee table and bring it into the kitchen. You clean up your mess, and you try to distract yourself from what just happened.

It's been two weeks since the incident with Chan, and you've made no attempt to reach out to him. If he's not going to put any effort into your friendship, then you're not going to either.

Hyunjin walks you back to your apartment, balancing the various shopping bags in your hands. “Thanks for coming with me today,” you smile at him, appreciating the company.

He takes the bags from you, noticing your struggle to grab your apartment keys. You thank him and rummage through your purse, grabbing your keys.

“It's not a problem, Y/N. We haven't hung out in a while,” Hyunjin mentions while shrugging his shoulders.

His words remind you of your situation with Chan, making the smile slip from your lips. “At least you've made the effort,” you say bitterly, unlocking your door.

You take your bags from Hyunjin and walk into your apartment. He follows closely behind you, shutting the door behind him. “I know you don't want to hear this, but Chan's got a reason for all of this,” he defends his friend, plopping himself on your couch.

“What reason could he provide?” You ask him, slapping your hands against your thighs. “He's had over a month to explain, and he hasn't. Clearly, I'm not that important to him.”

Hyunjin sighs and holds a hand out to you. You take his hand in yours, and he squeezes it gently before making you sit beside him. “It's not my place to tell, but I want you to promise me to hear him out when he decides to explain, okay?” He shakes your hand in his, his thumb stroking the back of your palm. “Promise me.”

You stare into his eyes for about a minute, internally debating on whether it'd be worth it or not. A sigh leaves your lips, and you nod your head yes. “I promise,” you whisper, giving Hyunjin a small smile.

A knock on your door makes both of you turn your heads. Your eyebrows furrow as you're not expecting anyone to drop by. You and Hyunjin stand up before walking towards your apartment door.

“I should get going. I'll see you later, alright?” He pats your shoulder while opening the door.

Chan stands on the other side with a bouquet in his hands. His eyes widen, and he takes a step back as Hyunjin leaves. His younger member pats him as well before leaving the two of you alone.

“Hi,” he greets you with a soft smile, holding out the roses. “I, uhm, I got you these.”

Your cheeks blush, grabbing the bouquet from his hands. “T-Thank you,” you clear your throat. Silence fills the space between you as you keep your gaze on the flowers.

“I'm sorry,” Chan pipes up, making you lift your head. He scratches the back of his neck, and you notice the nervousness in his eyes. “I should've told you what's been going on.”

“Chan,” you sigh, combing your fingers through your hair. “I don't want to talk about this. I know we're best friends, and you have every right to keep secrets from me-”

The brunette pushes his way into your apartment, shutting the door behind him before resting his hands on your arms. “Y/N, please listen to me,” he begs, squeezing your biceps. “I know I've been a shitty friend, but I promise that what I've been doing has a point.”

You bite your lip, peeling some of the dry skin off of it, and nod for him to continue. You lead Chan into your kitchen, setting the roses he bought into a vase.

“I've been working extra to build up some money,” Chan starts while leaning against the counter. You furrow your brows in confusion, and he grabs a hold of your hand quickly. “Not from the job I have now, but something else.”

“Is it illegal?” You whisper, your anger towards him turning into worry.

His eyes drop to your conjoined hands, feeling him squeeze it. “It's not drugs or anything,” he clears up, which makes you feel a little better. “But, it's still illegal.”

“Can you stop being so cryptic?” You ask him, taking a step towards him. “You're making me worried.”

Chan laughs and nods his head. “Why don't I show you? I promise you that it's not totally bad,” he offers, tugging you towards your door.

“Fine,” you cave in, allowing the man to drag you out of your apartment.

Your eyes widen when Chan pulls into a filled parking lot. Many sports cars are on display as groups of people are huddled around each one. “Well, this explains why he has a sports car,” You think to yourself.

“This is what you've been doing?” You ask him as he parks in a spot. “Street racing?”

Chan nods his head while turning the vehicle off. He keeps his neon lights on before turning to look at you. “Yeah. This is where I've been. Uhm, I've been competing in these races, and I'm pretty good,” he chuckles nervously. “If you win, they give you a cash prize of three hundred thousand.”

“Holy shit,” you mumble loud enough for him to hear.

“I wanted to get enough to take you on a trip,” he confesses to you and his cheeks blush, glad that it's dark outside.

Your breath hitches in your throat, staring into his dark eyes. “Really?” You whisper, your heart pounding against your chest.

Chan reaches for your hand, lacing your fingers together. “Yeah,” he mumbles while stroking the back of your hand. “I wanted to take you to Jeju Island and confess my feelings for you.”

A gasp leaves your lips, your free hand covering your mouth. “Channie,” you tear up, squeezing his hand. “Oh, God. I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't have acted the way I did.”

“It's okay. You reacted in a way that anyone else would've. Especially after I abandoned our hangouts. I should've told you sooner, but I really wanted to surprise you,” he mentions, pressing a kiss to your conjoined hands.

You reach your hand out, resting it on Chan's cheek. His gaze meets yours, and you see the admiration in his eyes. You smile softly before leaning in to kiss his lips. Your thumb strokes his cheekbone as he kisses you back, deepening it instantly.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips after pulling back slightly. “I'm sorry.”

You shake your head, bringing your hand to his hair. “It's okay. It's behind us now,” you reassure him, resting your forehead on his. “I love you too, Channie.”

He smiles ear to ear, laying one more kiss on you before speaking again. “This is the last race I need to win. You wanna be my good luck charm?” He asks you, his smile turning into a smirk.

You blush at his words but nod your head nonetheless. “Of course I do. But, you don't need a good luck charm if you've already won the others,” you tease, biting your bottom lip.

“Well, maybe I'll need you for this one.”

Chan pulls his vehicle up to the starting line, revving his engine a couple of times. A part of you is extremely nervous since you've never experienced a street race before.

His hand finds a place on your thigh before he gently grips it. “It'll be okay. You'll be safe,” he mentions.

You nod your head as a woman moves in front of the line of seven vehicles. Your hand grips the bar above the passenger door so hard that your knuckles are turning white.

The woman raises the green flag and waits a couple of seconds before dropping it. Chan shifts the gear stick and floors it. A short scream leaves your lips as you squeeze your eyes shut.

You can hear him chuckle beside you as he races the others around him. “You can open your eyes,” he tells you before drifting around a corner.

“Nope!” You squeal as you hold onto the bar tighter.

Chan continues to laugh as he speeds down the semi-empty streets of Seoul. You peek one eye open, and you notice no one in front of you. You release a deep breath and look behind you to see two vehicles not far behind.

“We're really in first?” You ask him, looking over at him.

“Of course,” he smirks, winking at you.

You playfully roll your eyes at how cocky he sounds, lightly slapping his arm. It doesn't take long for Chan to cross the finish line, and he instantly slows down after.

In celebration, Chan does a couple of donuts, and it causes you to release a scream. He laughs and drives into the parking lot, parking the vehicle.

Both of you pile out of the car as people begin to congratulate him. You giggle while watching him bro hug other racers. You walk towards the driver's side of the vehicle, people moving back so you can get through.

Chan smiles at you before picking you up in his arms. Both of you chuckle as he spins you around. Your arms wrap around his neck, dipping down to passionately kiss him.

Cheers and hollers become louder around the two of you. You pull away after thirty seconds, grinning widely. “I'm proud of you,” you whisper to him.

“It's all for you.”

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Omgg your footballers princess treatment was the best I’ve ever read 😭😩 you’re amazing ❤️ Can you do a part 2 with Mbappe, Griezmann, Trent and Mason. Maybe Richarlison? Up to you.

# PRINCESS TREATMENT 2 — footballers

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballer boyfriend! (part 1)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, sensual themes, light jealousy

PARINGS: kylian mbappé x reader, mason mount x reader, antoine greizmann x reader,

NOTE: none of the examples is a default body type & always feel free to change anything! enjoy! 💕

KYLIAN MBAPPÉ — expensive jewelry!

“Love what do you think of this one?” Kylian picked up a necklace that was resting in a large black velvet box & placed it around your neck. His large warm hands wrap the cold diamond necklace around your neck holding onto the clip in the back.

You admired the way it looked on you which didn’t go untouched by Kylian who hoped you’d say yes since this was probably going to be the 5th necklace you turned down.

“It’s nice, but expensive. Try finding a cheaper one.” To be complete honest you loved the way the necklace looked, it complimented your eyes & your dress. It catch anyone’s eye whenever you walked past them or walked into a room.

“Love is there something wrong? This is the 5th necklace you turned down.” Kylian removed the necklace from around your neck and turned you around forcing you to look in his eyes.

His large hands cupped your face pulling it up to look into your big (colour) eyes, he could see the worry & doubt behind them which worried him greatly. “No, nothing is wrong. It’s just— you know what? Never-mind.”

“Just what? Talk to me.” He begged as his eyes switched their focus from one pupil to the other.

Your eyes avoided him as much as possible even though his hands were quite firm, You pulled his hands away by his index finger and walked away towards another jewelry case you weren’t even interested in. “Nothing Ky, just drop it.”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on. Have I upset you?” He walked towards you turning your body around by your shoulders forcing you to face him once again, this time he was much more firm causing your resistance act to drop a little.

“No! It’s not you, just drop it—!” Kylian pulled you in gripped the bottom of your ass for a deep kiss right in the middle of the store, it was late at night so there wasn’t that many people in the store let alone the shopping centre.

He pulled you in so closely you had nowhere to put your hands other than his chest as you traced the embroidery on his suit. He pulled away keeping his hands on your derrière pulling his other hand out of his pocket to hold the side of your.

The way he was looking at you with so much love & concern made you melt finally confessing what was wrong. “All of these necklaces are extremely expensive.”

He raised his eyebrow hoping you’d elaborate seeing as how you we’re definitely living life when he met you. “I known I’ve lived a lavish life before but this, this is a lot.”

Finally realizing what was happening with you he pulled you towards a more secluded spot in the shop where the couches were & sat you down, he took your hands into his before continuing. “Baby look at me.”

“The money I make means nothing to me if I can’t spend it on you.” He explained wrapping his hand around your shoulder pulling your body into his, you leaned into his body listening to his heartbeat.

“I know you think that way but the media thinks much differently.” You sighed stroking your finger up and down his chest, hearing what you said he stroked your hair all the way down to your back.

“I don’t care what they think. The tabloids don’t make millions from their knowingly fake stories. I do, my millions are for you; only for you baby.” He turned to you and saw you trying to hide your smile in his coat, then he knew he’s succeeded in destroying all the doubts that flew around in your mind.

“You really have a way with your words, don’t you Ky.” He chuckled at you before standing up holding his hand out to you. You smiled at him taking his hand & linking his arm with yours.

“Of course beautiful, now please pick out a necklace or five, just say the word and it’s yours baby.”

TRENT ALEXANDER ARNOLD — shopping spree!

“Beautiful are you finished yet?” Trent called out from the other side of the change room walking around in circles hoping it’ll make time go faster, Even though you guys were lingerie shopping you couldn’t find the ones that you liked.

He insisted you looked incredible in all of them & especially naked but you refused to hear it, so now here he was outside a change room holding 6 different colours and types of sexy underwear

“Yeah just a second!” You shouted as you finally made your way out of the chnage room showing off the white lingerie you were wearing, as you walked out Trent’s eyes had almost fallen out his his sockets.

“God damn baby, you look incredible.” Trent breathed out holding out his hand which you took gracefully. Trent always thought you looked absolutely stunning at all times. Even in the mornings when you had eye boogers & morning breath.

From the way you smiled when he told you the most unfunny joke ever, to the way you walked into a room as confident as ever. “Thank youuu.” You sung out twirling around his hand that was above your head.

He pulled you in hiding his head into the crook into your neck taking in your vanilla scent as his large hands rubbed up and down your back sliding in and out your underbra. “Hey watch yourself sir. Last time we did that we got banned the store and the mall.”

“How could I when you look and smell so heavenly? You’re like the embodiment of a vanilla flower.” Trent tiled his head as he leaned in for a kiss that your graciously accepted.

“You’re such a sweetheart.” You pulled away to whisper that on his lips.

As you both made out you moaned into the kiss feeling Trent’s hands ease down from your back, to your lower back all the way to your ass slowly pulling down your underwear. Feeling his hand pulling at your underwear you pulled away thin line of saliva being left.

“Only for you my love.” He whispered back slapping you on the ass, you squealed jumping slightly at the impact. He pulled you in once again for a quick his keep his hand on your ass trying to convince you to give him some.

“No can do Trent baby, I like this mall.” You winked at as you walked backward back into the change-room. “Your driving insane love.” Trent whispered from our side the door, you giggled to yourself at his neediness.

Ever since you and Trent had met a Underwear shoot that had went a little too suggestively, he almost choked on his own saliva the moment you walked in and smiled at him, he smiled at the memory not realizing that you had opened the door showing him another set.

“Do you like this one? It feels a bit too much.” You walked out dressed in skin tight pink lingerie, the moment you walked out Trent pushed you back inside the change room.

“Trent! Remember none of that in here!” You warned him as you wrapped your arms around his neck giggling at his ridiculousness.

“Fuck that, I need you right here and now. You can’t look that good and expect me not to fuck you right here.” He kissed along your neck tracing along your waist appreciating every inch of your smooth skin.

“You’re absolutely insane & corny.” You insulted him playfully slapping him on his shoulder as you both laughed at what he said.

“Want me to show you how corny I can be?” He asked as he slid himself down your body pulling down your underwear in the process.

“Oh really? Show me how— oh my.” You moaned out gripping onto his hair as you felt him pleasure you in the middle of a changing-room, you sat down on the change room bench feeling Trent pull your thighs over his shoulders.

“I’ll show you how corny I can be, you show me how loud you can be.”

ANTOINE GREIZMANN — rose bath!

“Princess are you enjoying yourself?” Antoine asked as he poured you & himself another glass of champagne, since France had won the world cup just a few hours ago he decided to surprise you with a rose filled bathtub .

You sat on-top his his lap as his handed you another glass of champagne kissing the back of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your naked waist. “Definitely. I should’ve done this for you though. After all I didn’t win the world cup.”

Antoine sighed before kissing down the back of your neck before sighed into your ear. “Princess, I wouldn’t have been able to this without you and you know it. You’re my good luck charm.” You laughed throwing a little of the water in his face. “You’re too much, Toine.”

As you laughed he sighed over your shoulder hands moving from your waist to your breast covering them, you moved your hands from the edge of the bathtub onto his. “I’m serious love, everything about you is the reason why I’m the man I am today.”

“Really?” You asked turning your head around twisting your body to face your boyfriend who was staring at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

“Really, which is why I’d like to give you this as a token of my appreciation.” He smiles at you on as he slides an expensive looking & feeling diamond necklace around your neck securing the back. It was a bit heavy proving its authenticity but nothing you couldn’t handle.

He handed you a hand mirror so you could see what he just put around your neck. As you took the mirror you squealed at what you were seeing.

“It’s beautiful Toine, it’s absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much.” You turned your body around cupping his face as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

“Don’t thank me love, you deserve it and so much more.” He pulled away for a second before he placed his hands on your hips moving his hands up and down as you both made out “Mmh, really? You something else for me?”

As you looked at each other with sensual faces he chuckled before responded with “Well your sitting right on it baby.”

It took you a second to process what he said before realizing what he meant“Antoine! Don’t be dirty!” You slapped his shoulder laughing at his smug face.

“It’s the truth! But it’s true I also have something else for you.” He lifted you from his lap so he could exit the bathtub

You gawked at his butt as he shuffled his way towards the dresser looking between the drawers trying to find some mystery token of appreciation. “You know I hate surprises right?”

“I know, which is why I got you something I know you’ll love.”

“Promise?” You questioned mine going crazy as to what the surprise could be.

“I Promise you’ll love this one.” He turned around winking at you before turning back to find the mysterious item, you propped your self onto the edge of the bathtub face leaning on the back of your hand as you stared at your boyfriend.

“Found it!” He held up a velvet box as he walked towards you entering the bathtub again placing you onto his lap facing him. As he opened it in-front of you revealing a box of keys to a Porsche. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Yes it is baby. Your own keys to a brand new Porsche, in (colour) just the way you’d like it—” Just before he finished his sentence you pulled him in for the 40th kiss tonight pulling in for a hug in the process.

“God, baby! What did I do in my past life to deserve you?” You pulled the keys out of the box holding them up to make sure you weren’t dreaming. “Just being you princess.”

You smiled at him before pulling him in for another hug kissing his check before burying your head in his neck. You pulled away putting the keys back in the box so they wouldn’t fall in the water “Thank you so much baby.”

You both sat in silence just appreciate the atmosphere and being in each others arms, you pulled away with a cheeky smile on your face before continuing, “Now we can have car-sex in a luxury car. Not that we weren’t already doing that. In my luxury car.”

“Oh really?” He raised his eyebrows pulling his hands back to rest them behind him on the edge of the bathtub, you nodded leaning in for another quick kiss.

“Mmh! Look forward to it.” You got up out of the bathtub tired of the water as it had already gone cold just before you could walk towards the counter you felt a hard slap on your ass making you laugh.

“Don’t make any promises you can’t keep baby, I’ll buy you 100 cars if it means I get to fuck you in them.”

MASON MOUNT — roses!

“You’re so lucky, you got one of the good ones. I need to beg for anything from a guy.” Your friend Vivi complained to your sobbing pouring her feelings out after having 1 too many glasses of champagne as you laughed at her.

“Vivi you’re beautiful you just need to reject any type of negativity or relationship that’s less than what you want.” You explained taking another sip of your champagne finishing it up before the waiter took the dirty glasses away.

“Easy for you to say you’re dating the Mason Mount, you bagged Mason Mount of all people.” Vivi grabbed the bottle of champagne and downed the rest of the bottle

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You raised your eyebrow at her shady comment, “Wrong way sorry, I’m too drunk to remember what I’m saying.” Wiping her mouth from any excess champagne dripping down her lips.

“Mmh, anyway who’s getting the cheque?” You asked as you signalled the waiter to bring the bill to your table, Vivi looked at you with “are you serious” eyes as she packed up her things.

“You. Mrs. Mount, Mason Mount’s girl, wifey, fiancée thingy. You’re getting the bill.” You giggled at the all different titles she was throwing at you while grumbling about how you could even ask her about covering the bill when your forced her to come to such an expensive restaurant.

“Fine.” You replied shortly while waiting for a check, as you were waiting another waiter came and placed a giant bouquet of red & white roses on your table with a note sticking out from the side.

This was a common place for couples to meet for first dates or engagement so you just assumed that the waiter had gotten the wrong person “Oh I think you have the wrong person.”

“Are you Mrs. Mount?” Waiter asked pulling the flowers from the table thinking he had gotten the wrong person.

“No—” Just as you were going to clear up the confusion with your identity Vivi had butted in turning to face the waiter as she popped a fortune cookie into her mouth. “Yes she is what do you need?”

“This is for you.” He placed the large bouquet of flowers back onto the table right in-front you along with the bill and left leaving you with a head sized bouquet & a very drunk Vivi.

You pulled out the card that was sticking out the side and read it out loud heart melting as you read each word, “100 roses for the 100 different reasons why I love you, Love Mason. Aww Vivi he sent me flowers.”

“Aww, I hope you guys are related.” She smiled at you throwing the sarcastic comment in your face, you paid no mind to it knowing that she was just drunk and it was her sense of humour.

“I love you too Vivi, come on we gotta get you home.” As you both made your way out of the restaurant and into the parking lot you felt your phone buzz as you got an incoming facetime call from Mason.

You picked up just to see a happy Mason grinning ear to ear as he saw the bouquet of flowers resting in your hands.“Hey baby, did you get my gift?”

“Yes infact I did. I love it so much, Thank you.” You kissed the screen waving around your phone showing you excitement unpin receiving a gift from your lovely boyfriend.

“Don’t thank me love, It’s all you.” Mason threw cheesy line your way that almost, almost made Vivi throw up in your car “Shut up Mason, stop flaunting your perfect relationship.”

“Nice seeing you too Vivi.” Mason waved to your friend who sat in the backseat of your Mercedes Benz curled over about to throw up, as you started the car you looked in the rear view mirrors to check on your friend just to see her fast asleep.

“She’s fast asleep, babe.” You alerted Mason giving him the green light to say whatever he’d like that wasn’t so appropriate with your friend still lucid and aware of your phone call.

“Did you flip the card around?” Mason inquired as you angled your phone to face you while you drove. “Mmh, I did. Can you actually make me climax in 100 different ways?” You laughed thinking about you had read again.

“What can I say? I’m a man of many different talents.” You chuckled at his reply squeezing your thighs together thinking about the 100 different possible ways he could do you.

“Already getting excited? we might as well skip to number 10 once you get home.” Mason teased you once he caught onto what you were doing. “Well what’s in store for number 10?”

“You’re gonna feel so much pleasure you might faint darling.”

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insanely-lovely-and-random · 24 days

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Alrightyy saw Challengers for numero uno tonight and these are some thoughts/things that really got me the second time round!

*Thess are just my opinions the film can be read however anyone else wants

Okay so hear me out.. Tashi is such a dom, Art is such a sub and Patrick is such a switch and oooh it got me how at the beginning it felt like he was Arts dom, then he finds this girl he thinks is fantastic and maybe he thinks she could be the glue to bring him and Art and her all together BUT then it totally fricken backfires and instead he loses both. Art the little puppy he is starts wagging his tail in Zendayas direction and next thing ya know he's got a new owner and Patricks a thing of the past much to his palable distress. I mean christ boyos living in his car and starving, boys a mess since his lost his dom and sub poor boyo, so now various things I noticed some of which I feel back up my argument haha

Gosh theres so many little moments, Patricks thing for Art seems so obvious yet Art seems totally clueless.

1) Patrick is defos bi, not just because he just so is but also cause he matches with a guy on his dating app during his swiping.

2) The doubles match they play in the past? Gosh they're all over eachother! And Pats clearly in charge of that relationship and Art seems totally cool with that (for then anyways..)

3) When him and Art are watching Tashis game at the vert beginning Patrick grabs Arts leg in exhilaration. I mean he always seems to be touching or in the space of his boy for christs sake.

4) When Tashi mentions the fact Arts going to Stamford Patrick noticeably makes a face, you could say its because shes paying attention to Art instead of him or that hes upset because shes going to college instead of going profesh BUT I really didnt read it that way. To me it looked like he was upset Art was going to college, they've been together for years after all and now their splitting up, poor boyo.

5) When Zendaya asks if theres anything going on between then, Art laughs and says no BUT Patrick??? Science and he looks down, hell he wishes there was summat.

6) He taught Art to jerk off. Fucking hell.

7) There kiss man, all three of then and then just Art and Pat, just soo much chemistry.

8) When he reveals he slwpt with Zendaya to Art, and Arts smile drops. I think he's heartbroke at him sleeping with the girl he likes but I also see it as pain at being left out. These two people he's entwined with and now he's outside looking in. I also think If Patrick had seen that reaction he'd have seen a looot sooner that his relationship with Tashi might backfire greatly.

9) Patrick vsiting Stamford, first person he goes to see, his girlfriend maybe..? NOPE hes too busy chasing Art around the tennis court 😭

10) There's a ton of hot moments in this film. And the hottest? To me? That bloody stool grab with his foot. He wants Art close, he always bloody does! And the churros christ! And once again showing Art who's top so to speak, eating his churro, and telling him hes proud of his snakey behaviour. And that it makes his relationship with Zendaya hotter (I bloody bet it does) He never ever seems to show jealousy about Arts feelings for Zendaya, he points out thay he doesn't see him as competition to her not long after and I BET his doesn't. Cause I think he'd love it if Art was with him and Zendaya.

11) My God this bit gets be cause it gets echoed later. Him and Zendaya are making out and this girl who he's with and cares about is just talking bout his tennis game. And tbf what does he say?? "Weren't you gonna tell me bout Art" hells bells could you be more obvious?? And then the fight, he asks her if she's talking about tennis and her reply "I'm always talking about tennis" and I mention this cause it's gonna be relevant later.

12) The injury happens and everyone loses something. Zendaya has lost her career and ability to play tennis to her full potential. Art loses his best friend and Poor pathetic Patrick lost his bestfriend(and secret love) and his actual girlfriend all in one day!

From here on I cant guarantee my numbered points are in timeline order as the timline stated getting more out of sequence🤣

13) Zendaya and Art in the diner and after hearing Art and Pat dont talk no more saying she's a homewrecker after all. And what does Art say?? Zip. Nada. No denial just silence.

14) Okay lets talk that sauna scene. It was gloriously tragic. Patrick is clearly unaware why Art is THAT hostile towards him. I mean thinking of it from his point of view he'd have more reason to be angry considering the snakey girlfriend behaviour. But he never is angry at Art, not once no matter what he did. Of course we then discover Art is SO pissed cause he knows about Atlanta. Christ I bet pur stupid idiot boy Patrick thinks hes just being cleverly smug with that "when we were teenagers" line but idiot boyo your rubbing salt in the wounds 😭

15) still about the sauna, the naked trying to be top dog like old times but no no no, not anymore. Arts not his to be in charge of anymore. And the camera shows Art as higher while Patrick slouches nearby. Patrick asks him when he's so mad but doesn't get an answer. This scene was tragic to me, Patrick just seems hurt by Arts attitude. Art points out that they're no longer peers and I love this because thats the difference between the Zendaya/boys relationship and Arts and Pats. Pat may have been the dom so to speak with Art but he still saw them as peers. Zendaya doesn't. Thats the main difference in their relationships. Respect.

16) One of my fave damn parts of dialogue in the movie. (I really can't remember exact phrasing but this is how I rememeber it) Art is so sus of Pat, Pat asks him if he misses it, Art says he doesnt. And when Pat says he wasn't talking about tennis, Art says "Your always talking to me about tennis" and oof the punch to my gut that was. And it seemed to Patricks too! His face, this poor boy has twice been talking to the people he cares about, abou their relationship and they just say their talking about tennis, he cant catch a break😭

17) Pats reaction to Zendaya asking him to throw the game, is he offended for himself? Nopeee he's mad that she'd do that to Art. He says something along the lines of fucking him was one thing but to have Arts victory be a lie?? Gross, too far, too much of a betrayal.

18) For the third time, having just fucked Zendaya in the car and she just immediately brings up him throwing the match, like crimeny man this boy is probs sick of this game getting in the way of his relationships haha

19) Ooh that match point is glorious glorious cinema my friends. Patrick is so interesting in this whole match. Him deliberating on if he's gonna tell Art? So juicy and the way he did was fucking hilarious. That unspoken signal? Beauty.

20) Arts reaction? Wow oh wowww. The lad went through the five fricken stages of grief! The denial "fuck off!" the rage, throwing his racket, the bargaining, looking at Zendaya as if to say its not true (when she has no fucking clue what just happened). The depression, those sad sweaty tears 🥲 and then? That gorgeous smile, that acceptance. I think he felt catharsis, his marraige was clearly dysfunctional at this point and maybe knowing she cheated, knowing she'd threatened to leave if he lost, maybe that helped him let go of it. Ripped off the bandage, turned off life support, finally shake the pedestal he'd put his wife on( he compared her to jesus for christs sake). He made it through to the otherside and Patrick was there waiting for him with open arms ()iterally lol)

21) When Pat sees Arts smile? His own blossoms, clearly in relief and exaltation. I truly think he told him not to throw his game but to spur Art on. To finally unlock his potential. And to get the old Art he knew back and it bloody worked. That final back and forth, the pure energy, those sexual grunts all building up to a crescendo of a climax. Hooo boy

22) That goddamn brilliant leap in the air. Art is freed and flying, and Patrick doesn't hesitate he flings his racket to the floor because the thing that mattered to him most was never tennis. And he catches his boy with arms wide and then that embrace. They have finally come back together. It was beautiful. What does losing the match matter to Pat when he finally has his arms all over Art again just like he did in the beginning. We have come full circle.

Hahaha this is purely my own read into the movie and obvs mostly about the Patrick character and how I saw his actions. Now a few little bonus notes I noticed.

Nearly everything the boys eat/drink seems phallic, hotdogs, bananas, churros, even those drink bottles and cigarettes. Boyos are obsessed!

Zendaya on the rock at the beach was very little mermaid. Also in that scene when she said she wouldn't wanna get between em. Art said they didn't love together but Pat says "It's an open relationship" hecks you too obvious boy.

This movies so chock full of foreshadowing too, the story about Cat who got injured a week later. Patrick at Tashis party saying she'd have deals and a foundation which she does but via her relationship with Art instead just really cool script tbh

(Will probs add more when I remember em/see it for third time cause I am planning on that🤣🤣)

#challengers #challengers spoilers #challengers 2024 #challengers movie #movie list #zendaya #josh o'connor #mike faist #bisexual #the bi energy is strong #film #it's so long and such nonsense I just got a brain firing on cylinders for this film lmao

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obey-me-disaster · 10 months

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What do you think would happen if MC respawns at a different location after the lesson 16 death? Like purgatory hall then MC somehow convinces Simeon, Luke, Solomon, Diavolo and Barbatos to hide their resurrection from the brothers. MC stays at purgatory hall and takes online classes for the rest of the exchange program.

The whole time the brothers think MC is permanently dead but what if MC slips up and accidentally likes a selfie by Asmo on devilgram would that raise any suspicion? How would the brothers react to MC being alive the whole time?

Please, MC liking selfies while pretending to be dead is so fucking funny like: 'I need to keep a low profile...anyway let me appreciate one of Asmo's photos on devilgram, where all the demon bros could see'

Warning: mentions of death

Demon brothers x gn!MC headcanons

MC hides the fact that they are alive

They don't know exactly what happened after Belphegor got them. All they could remember was pain, a voice talking into their head and then complete darkness. When they woke up they were in the Purgatory Hall with Simeon, Solomon and Luke surrounding them.

While not being able to remember the last moments before blacking out, MC was smart enough to put two and two together and realize what happened. Belphegor killed them. After everything they have done for him, he took their life away without hesitating.

When Solomon and Simeon started to question them, MC decided to keep the truth away. They made up an excuse about needing to hide somewhere, and the two angels and the sorcerer were all to happy to let MC stay with them.

Their plan was to stay hidden until the exchange program would end, but of course old habits die hard, so without thinking too much they liked one of Asmo's posts. That's when all the demon brothers found out and all hell broke loose.

Lucifer

He would be furious at MC for hiding themself, tho he can't blame them, at the Purgatory trio, Diavolo and Barbatos for helping them keep the secret but most importantly, he would be upset with himself.

He would fly straight to the purgatory hall and demand some explanation. Why did they hide, why couldn't they talk with him. He keep thinking of the fact that if MC didn't slip and post that selfie, he would have never found out they were alive.

A part of himself greatly blames himself because if he would have put more effort in keeping them out of the attic, none of this would have happened, hell, if he was a good brother from the start everything would have been ok.

On the outside he seems angry but on the inside he is full of mixed emotions: happiness because they're alive, sadness because MC hid this from him, anger at the others for hiding this from him. He doesn't even want to think about the fact that if Asmo didn't see their like, that he would have never been reunited with them.

He will have a long talk with MC, whatever they want to or not.

Mammon

THIS MAN IS CRUSHED. He thought MC has died. He held their 'corpse' in his arms. He has been a shadow of who he was all of this time only to find out that MC has been chilling in the Purgatory Hall??

He might not visit them for a while. He is way too conflicted. He is in denial about the fact that they hid this secret away from him. He was their first man, you two weren't supposed to hold this kind of secrets from one another.

He would probably go on about: "I am not friends with any humans that would lie to me like that, I don't know anyone like that!" flashbacks to season 1 of the OG obey me

He has been blaming himself for not being able to protect them this whole time. He probably had nightmares about their death.

Once he sees them he will have to hold himself back from rushing to them and embracing them. He still wants to put up a front, but when the front finally cracks and hugs them, he will be all to relieved to feel them be alive once again in his arms.

Leviathan

His self hatred went through the roof. He would keep blaming himself for not doing anything. He didn't get to hold them in their dying moments, all he could do is watch. He felt like he truly lost the only person that could fully understand him.

When he found out they were alive he nearly rushed to the Purgatory Hall but stopped himself. If MC hid themself from him that means they don't want to see him right? They are disappointed in him for letting them die.

He spirals down so bad other brothers had to snap him out of it. He would probably send them messages or call them while crying. He didn't feel quite ready to face them yet.

He probably will watch anime/play games from a distance with them for a while. He wants to go see them so badly but fears they would be disappointed in him.

After a while he would probably hype himself with some 'The lord of shadows would never leave his Henry behind'.

Satan

He throws a little temper tantrum that destroys multiple rooms in the House of Lamentation. There are way too many emotions for him to deal with it at the same time to the point he feels like exploding.

He has felt useless ever since their 'death'. He could see the condition MC was in, he could see that they had no way to live, he could see all the injuries and knew how much they hurt but even with all of that, he could not think of a way to save them. All the learning and reading was for nothing in that moment.

He probably knew that MC had good reasons to remain 'dead' but it didn't mean he was not hurt. If it wasn't for them liking Asmo's post by accident they would have went back to the human world, never to be seen again.

Another one that waits a little bit, but that's because he wants to be as calm as possible, they had to deal with an angry demon, he is sure they don't want to deal with another.

Once he finally decides to see them, he takes them on a walk to talk things through. Only if they want to of course

During their walk he will insist of having a detailed talk about how both of them they were feeling, there was no more wrath he could feel at the moment

Asmodeus

The moment he saw MC liking his post he went wild. He probably started to text them like crazy. If they didn't respond he would call Solomon, Simeon, Barbatos, anyone he could think of.

He ran straight to his brothers to tell them about the fact that MC was alive and was probably one of the firsts that went to see them.

Once he found out they were alive it was like something awakened inside of him and he felt all the longing he held towards MC come back in full force.

After telling his brothers he is going to the Purgatory Hall to see MC and scream at Solomon for hiding something so big from him.

He 100% cries to MC about missing them and does not care his make up will be ruined.

Since his brothers need more time to calm down, he will take his sweet time catching up with MC and checking in on how they are doing if they will let him

Beelzebub

Another one with a lot of guilt. He couldn't protect Lilith from death, he couldn't protect Belphie from his hatred and he couldn't protect MC either.

He is hurt by the fact that they've decided to hide from everyone at the House of Lamentation but he can't hold it against them

One of the first to go see them. He wants to see with his own eyes that they are truly alive and well, or as well as they could be after dying

Would try to hug them but stops himself thinking it would be a bad idea. The last time a demon has offered MC a hug they got unalived. If MC does accept his hug, they will be carried around for a while since Beel would refuse to let them out of his grasp

He had been guilt-ridden since their 'death'. His eating habits have been all over the place. From not being able to eat to going on rampages due to painful emptiness in his stomach. Just seeing MC being alive made Beel's hunger go back to its normal self.

Belphegor

Because not only did the bros think MC was dead for good but because MC was not there to repair his relationship with his brothers, Belphegor is pretty much secluded from his brothers.

Barbatos probably still told him about the whole Lilith thing. He had to deal with the fact that not only was his hate misplaced for centuries but also with the fact that he killed someone he really got attached with, someone his brothers got attached with.

He had no one to blame but himself this time, had no one to help him manage all of these feelings, he pretty much is on his own. Sure, his brothers are still there but their relationship is strained as fuck.

When he finds out MC is actually alive he does see it as his chance to make it better but he doesn't go to see them. Not straight away at least. He is smart, he knows why they probably wanted to remain 'dead'. He is the reason for that.

He will give them time, he will let his brothers have their turn first, even if he doesn't like it, because he knows that's the least he could do for all of them. He only wishes he was not so blinded by anger and resentment, especially since it was so misplaced.

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Headcanons for Monster high main ghouls + Deuce and Clawd when the first "I love you" is said please :)

Also love your work <3

Monster High Headcanons: First I Love You

Draculaura:

You said it first… kinda? You told her on her birthday, which also happened to be Valentine's day... the day of love

It was a typical romance moment with a whole event planned out just for your guys moment, except when she made it to you, a soft 'I Love You' escaped her lips causing a frown on your face to form.

Immediate worry was on her face when seeing your reaction, but you explained that you were planning to say that to her. In the end, the moment was 9/10 and neither of you are ever going to forget about it.

Frankie Stein:

They said it first, but it happened before the two of you were together.

It was a normal day for the two of you, just attending your classes when Frankle came over with confused look on their face. You asked them what was wrong, but blushed when hearing the answer.

It seemed that Frankie didn't know what love is and really wanted to know by finding someone to show it to them. You were confused, not really sure of how to explain it, but helped them anyway by going around showing things that made them happy and feeling a strange feeling within them.

On your way back to the dorm, Frankie started to name all of the things that they loved and that gave them that weird feeling. You had a smile on your face, listening softly, but stopped when the following words came out of their mouth.

'I love you, you make me have this weird feeling'

Y/n.exe has stopped working

Clawdeen Wolf:

She said it when confessing after you spent months trying to get her brother to notice you.

It was well known within your guys friend group about your feelings for Clawd, but he was with Draculaura and the two loved each other greatly. You tried to hide your feelings, but the more you did, the more it hurt. You didn't know who to talked to, thinking that no one would understand the pain your going through, but one girl understood.

"You need to let him go," Clawdeen stated, staring at her brother smiling at the pink haired girl in front of him. Y/n signed, "I know, but it's just hard watching someone you love go off and love someone else."

"I understand how you feel," Clawdeen whispered. Y/n turned with a confused look, "You do? Who do you love, Clawdeen?"

"You."

Cleo De Nile:

You said it after another one of her breakups with Deuce, sadly this one seemed permanent as the two refused to speak with each other and began moving on.

Cleo was in your dorm room crying her eyes out, upset with the breakup needing the comfort of her friend. Unknown to her, you felt pain every time seeing her upset like this knowing you could treat her better then whatever she had with the Gorgon.

"You should stop crying Cleo, your makeup will get ruined," Y/n exclaimed, wiping the tears away off of her face. Cleo sniffled, "Who cares, Deuce and I are over. There isn't a point in dressing up anymore."

"You can't just change yourself because of someone, there are many other people out there who love you and will care for you more than he ever could," Y/n stated. Cleo looked up, "Who?"

"Me."

Deuce Gorgon:

He said it first and the two of you were on a date together, celebrating your three month anniversary of officially being together.

Everything was beautiful, he arranged a nice candlelight dinner for the two of you were you guys could spend hours together staring into each other's eyes. That was his plan after all, but things took a turn when seeing you looking all dressed up, falling for you all over again.

"Wow," He whispered. Y/n smiled, "Do you like it?"

"I love it… I love you…" Deuce muttered.

Clawd Wolf:

He said it first on accident during one of his games that has been a worry for him and the team.

It was the last quarter with barely any time left on the clock. Clawd was rushing around on the court trying to score one last shot that would get them the lead. Watching their boyfriend play, Y/n stood in the crowd cheering for him, being the loudest in the crowd.

When making the final shot, the buzzer went off causing everyone to go crazy, including your boyfriend who ran around. When reporters talked with him asking what his motivation was, he only had one answer for them.

"That's easy, my partner Y/n," Clawd answered with a smile on his face. "They're the love of my life and they motivate me everyday to keep pushing forward and to keep going."

#x reader #headcanon #request #monster high #Monster high #clawdeen wolf #monster high x reader #draculara #frankie stein #cleo de nile #Clawd Wolf #Deuce Gorgon #deuce gorgon

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☆彡 Absolute green flags

༄ starring: K. Kozume , and B. Kotaro

༄ cw: gn reader

| K. KOZUME — PUTTING IN THE EFFORT

“Can you come over, please? It's fine if you're too busy”

“Yeah, I'll be there in 20 minutes”.

Staring at your phone, you turned it off and fell back onto your bed with a huff. College was kicking your ass. So much so that you almost felt like dropping out. The only person that was helping you through it was Kenma. He did things for you that he would be able to do without you saying anything. Sometimes you feel like he knows you better than you know yourself. Recently you’ve been pretty stressed about your upcoming exam. You barely understood the material so you didn't exactly know what to study for, your parents had been nagging you about your grades, and it felt like your professor had it out for you with how many questions she asked.

It was all so draining and you couldn't catch a break. All of your time was dedicated to looking things up and trying to start studying somewhere. Kenma didn’t have a clue about what was going on because you thought that he would be too busy to listen and you didn't want to bother him because of how he told you earlier that week, his subordinates were starting to get on his nerves because of how they always leave things up to him, thus making him work harder and longer. So you just stayed quiet.

While walking to your apartment complex he realized that he probably should've brought a coat as it was the beginning of fall. He silently cursed the world for making this year's fall so cold while he started walking faster to get to you. Once he got to your apartment he put in the key you gave him inside the hole and made it inside. When he got in, his body felt a rush of warm air that helped heat his body from the cold atmosphere outside. Something he greatly appreciated. Sighing in satisfaction, he took his shoes off at the door and walked towards your room down the hall where he saw you under your comforter and the light emitting from your TV.

“Hi ken” you began, hearing him come in just a second ago. “ I missed you”. The first thing Kenma took notice of was your expression. You looked stressed; overwhelmed even, and it seemed like you had been up all night judging from the scattered papers on your desk. “I missed you too,” he said as he made his way over to you while passing the eye-catching mess of lined paper sprawled over your desk.

Raising your comforter and scooting over a bit to make room for him, you silently signaled him to get in. Understanding what you meant he got in while making himself comfortable as he rested his hands on your waist. All was silent. Nothing was said as you both basked in each other's presence. Pulling you closer to him, kenma opens his mouth as he prepares to say something. “I got your text, do you want to talk about it?”. You didn't know if you did because you didn't want all those frustrations building back up and you didn't want to focus on them either, but on the other hand, you knew that opening up would probably make you feel better so that's what you did.

You told him about everything that had been happening at school and with your parents and how it's just too much. He was shocked. “Why didn't you tell me?” he asked incredulously. You were nervous to answer but ultimately did, so to save yourself from embarrassment, you hid your face in his chest. “You were busy and you were upset because of your co-workers so I didn't want to bother you”. When you got done talking, he just looked at you with sadness and (if you looked closely) a hint of guilt.

Kenma never had much luck at comforting people so he just went with his gut. But he would always try his damn near hardest for you if it meant it would cheer you up. The thing is, you both had this routine where you both did each other’s skincare. He didnt really like it all too much mainly because some of the products would kinda burn and because it took so long. But he knew how much you liked these spa days and he knew how much you love spending time with him, so he relented.

Kenma gets up and walks towards the bathroom outside your room. He rummages through your cabinets and you can hear products clacking against each other as he looks for what he needs. What is he doing? You thought. All you see is the bright light from the bathroom, lighting the dark hallway. After a couple of minutes go by, Kenma comes back and turns on your bedside lamp making you scrunch your nose and squint your eyes from the sudden light.

What are you doing? you ask him. He says nothing while opening and closing his hand, silently asking you to take it, and you do. With a small smile on his face, he leads you to your bathroom, and then you see what he’s doing. On your counter and the side of the tub sat your different arrays of skincare products. “Remember our skincare routine?” he grins “I thought that doing it would help make you feel a little better,” he tells you while averting his eyes to the very interesting-looking tile on the floor.

“Thank you ken, I appreciate it,” you say while moving forward to hug him. You knew that Kenma wasn't a fan of your skincare nights, but it made your heart skip a beat knowing that despite his dislike for it he still did it for you.

| B. KOTARO — TRUSTING YOU

You knew that Bokuto was a pretty social person, and although some might see this as a problem you didn't. That's just how he was and you never tried to keep him all to yourself because you just weren't like that. While there were times when you were a little weary about a certain person getting too handsy with him, you made sure to communicate your feelings so they didn't get in the way of your relationship.

The sun was already starting to set and Bokuto was helping his teammates put everything back in their place before they left. Before that day, Bokuto told everyone to give it their all before they went up against Karasuno so he proposed the idea of practicing. The day went by quickly and fortunately, it was time for everyone to leave as they were just about done with Bokuto’s antics, especially Akaashi. “Y’know Akaashi, I was thinking about a new maneuver we could do to crush Karasuno when we go up against them,” Bokuto said as Akaashi and him walked out of the gym doors. The air was crisp and there was a slight breeze in the wind. Akaashi felt a little more rejuvenated as he felt the calm breeze dance across his face.“Yeah, I think you should just stick to what you're already doing” Akaashi muttered. “Hey come on, don't give me that! It's good to switch things up once in a while” he yelled, pointing to Akaashi accusingly, because for some reason the setter didn't understand his point of view. Meanwhile akaashi paid him no mind as he just kept walking. Poor boy just wanted to get home. After a little back and forth between the two, they eventually bid each other farewell.

After he said goodbye to Akaashi, Bokuto was on his way to the front of Fukurodani to see you so the both of you could walk home together. He was very grateful that your extracurriculars were let out at the same time as him, that way he could see you before he went home. Once the front of the school was in his sight, his golden eyes immediately searched for your figure, and once he saw you he started to jog towards you before slowing down after seeing another person with you. A guy. But not just any guy, the school player. Issei Takahashi. Now Bokuto didn't have anything against the guy but he knew that he would flirt with any girl he saw and had just got out of his 6th relationship that month. Yeah, he was counting so what? No harm done right? Bokuto knew that he knew that you were in an established relationship, but for some reason that didn't stop Issei from turning you into his next target.

Before you start jumping to conclusions, no Bokuto Kotaro was not jealous. Him? Jealous? No way. Never. Bokuto trusted you. He knew that you wouldn't cheat on him. So he shoved those thoughts into the back of his mind and strode towards you. “Hey babe, did ya miss me?” he beamed as he intertwined his hands with yours. “I always do Bo,” you said while smiling at him. “Hey Bo you know Issei Takahashi, right? He's in your English class” “Hey, man. Bokuto right?” Issei asked. Bokuto decided to just act normal that way you didn't see how he was a little bothered by him. “Yeah, nice to meet you, dude,” he spoke. “Issei and I were just going over the project in art class and we decided it was best to do a video instead of writing everything down” you explained while twirling his fingers within your grasp. “we're gonna go to the art room for supplies tomorrow so we're gonna be together kind of the whole day,” Issei had a smug smirk on his face, feeling so proud and of himself and so confident.

Issei didn’t care if you and Bokuto were together in a relationship he just knew he could take you away from him. Bokuto knew what he was doing and his smile faltered for a split second before smiling again. “ Well I'm sure you guys are gonna do great,” he spoke. He knew there was no point in getting angry or jealous because, at the end of the day, you were the one walking home with him. So he let it go. After a while, you decided to cut the conversation with Issei short. “Well issei, I'll see you tomorrow. Good night!” you waved at Issei and walked away from the school with Bokuto.

Halfway through your walk to your house, bokuto spoke up. “Hey [name]” “Yeah?” “ Promise me you won't leave me for someone like him okay?” laughing at his sudden choice of words, you squeezed his hand. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Bo”

a/n: whew! That took me wayyyy too long to finish. My writers block was off the hook 😭

reblogs are appreciated!

#kikirites #haikyuu x black reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #haikyu x reader

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