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melzula · 1 month

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Okay I have an request

So like we are azula and zuko sister and we adored by both but like in the catacombs we choose gaang over azula and zuko of this and please can y/n x sokka and now zuko now wants to join gaang and yeah I am not good with words I hope u understand what I said😁

Y/n can be a firebender or non bender its ur choice anyway

a/n: okay so there’s a lot to tackle in this request which is why i chose to do it as headcanons so i hope you don’t mind !

summary: being the middle child isn’t easy, especially when your siblings are Zuko and Azula

As the only non-bender and middle child of the royal family, you never felt like you mattered

You were the Black Swan of the palace, a disgrace to your father and his image

You kept to yourself, staying in the shadows and out of his way while your siblings took the spotlight

However, just because your father looked down upon you didn’t mean your siblings shared his sentiment

In fact, they adored you

Zuko was an attentive older brother. He let you follow him everywhere, defended you against anyone who dared speak badly about you, and was your shoulder to cry on whenever your father was feeling particularly cruel

He saw you for who you were, and who you were was an intelligent, kind, talented young woman meant to do great things in her lifetime

Azula, while being particularly mean to Zuko at times, never once treated you the way she saw her brother

Despite you being a nonbender, she surprisingly never speaks down to you or makes you feel less than

It could be because she doesn’t see you as competition as she does Zuko, or maybe she truly does just feel genuine sisterly love for you

Maybe it’s because whenever she felt your mother was unfairly favoring your brother over her, you were always there to assure her that she was a wonderful bender and just as important

Maybe it’s because sometimes she wished you could be her mother instead

Whatever her reasoning, Azula sees you as a comforting presence in her life. She seeks your validation constantly almost as much as your father’s, and she’d do anything to protect you and your honor

Things became worse for you when Ursa left. She could no longer intervene when your father felt like tormenting you, and your siblings knew better than to say anything in your defense. Shortly after her banishment, Ozai deems it best to send you away to the academy since he has no other use for you

Your departure is hard for both siblings. Zuko is gutted that he can no longer be there to protect you or look after you. Though she acts as if she couldn’t care less, Azula is devastated at your leaving. Her source of comfort is being ripped away from her, and she has no one to look out for her

At the academy you learn various forms of physical combat and weaponry wielding. You’re especially fond of using tanto swords in battle and they’ve become your weapon of choice when in a fight

Zuko and Azula send you letters during your stay at school behind your father’s back updating you about your home, their lives, and their annoyance of each other. You keep every single one they send, and it eases the ache of your home sickness

It’s also at the school that you learn of the Agni Kai and Zuko’s banishment. Your heart breaks for your older brother, and you’re devastated at the fact that you never got the chance to say goodbye and you may never see him again. He still sends letter for a time, but as the years pass they become less frequent and almost nonexistent. Azula’s letters follow the same path

Years pass and your father deems it time for you to come home. Now that you’ve made a decent fighter out of yourself he finds your worthy of being his daughter again

However, your stay is short lived. Azula recruits you to be part of her little team to capture the Avatar and your brother, and you don’t really have any other choice but to agree

You downplay how skilled you are in fighting so that she doesn’t expect much from you and force you to do too much of the work. You don’t want to go against her, but you also don’t want to have to fight your brother and your uncle

You also don’t exactly feel good about destroying the world’s last hope for peace

And that’s why, when the time comes, you choose the Avatar over your siblings

You’re tired of being pulled back and forth, of always being stuck between your siblings with no real purpose, of not being able to do anything for yourself

Zuko is astonished by your choice and conflicted. Just when he finally had found his way back into the family you chose to leave it. Why were you doing this? Why were you ruining everything?

Azula is furious. Your betrayal hurts worse than mother’s. You’d always taken her side, always comforted her and supported her, you’d always been there, and now you were leaving. How dare you leave her?

“You fool!” She’d cried, angrily sending a blast of blue flames your way knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop it. If not for Iroh, surely her strike would have ended you. The fact that your own sister was willing to hurt you for the cause was enough proof to know you were making the right decision

You help the Avatar escape and join his group, vowing to help them in any way you can to win the war. Your fighting skills and knowledge of the Fire Nation makes you a big help and they appreciate your assistance

It doesn’t take long for you to win their trust and acclimate into their group. You become fast friends with everyone, growing especially close to Sokka who may or may not have a huge crush on you

He definitely becomes your shoulder to lean on when things get tough, because he knows it can’t be easy for you to just leave all you’ve ever known behind. you struggle constantly over having to choose the Avatar over your siblings, but he constantly assures you that you’ve made the right choice

Least to say your departure makes Zuko’s return home even more conflicting and turmoil filled. How can he enjoy being back home when you’re not there to enjoy it with him? How could he be happy knowing his sister was out there risking her life to help the Avatar?

Your decision definitely inspires his own to leave the Fire Nation and aid Aang and his friends

Your abandonment of your siblings also fuels Azula’s descent into madness, fueling her fire to continue her mission to capture the Avatar

It’s a rough position you’ve found yourself in, but it’s not like your whole life hasn’t been you stuck in a terrible spot

Being the middle child is hard, especially when your siblings are Zuko and Azula

#melzula writes #request #zuko #azula #sibling!reader #zuko x reader #zuko imagine #zuko x sibling!reader #azula x reader #azula x sibling!reader #atla #atla x reader #atla imagine #atla headcanons #avatar the last airbender

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agroteraa · 3 months

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Never Be Like You

Felix Catton x f!Reader

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Summary: AU where Saltburn's ending never happened. Felix lived happily up to 2016 (and on), where he met you at your new job. Meaning he is around 29 here and you are younger.

Yes, a fic based on THAT Jacob Elordi edit

Using the song "Never Be Like You" by Flume feat. Kai

Shout-out to Kasey @kcsvids ❤️

Tags: fluff, implied slow burn, AU.

Word Count: 3,8K

Early August in London this year was quite rainy, but fortunately, the day you had to go around the city with the documents turned out to be surprisingly sunny and pleasant. It was the second month of your new job.

The bell on the door in the coffee shop tinkled as you went inside in search of your senior colleague, whose errands you had been running for half the day.

"Annabel, hi! I’ve signed the documents, made copies and notarized them. Here are the originals in the folder, and here are the copies," you said, sitting down on the opposite chair and rummaging in your bag, taking out all the necessary papers.

"Oh, thank you, Y/N! I expected that you would only have time to pick up the documents, and you have already done everything! Cool, you're doing great!" the girl smiled at you, and then added, "Our new capable young employee."

She said this to a young man in a colored seemingly expensive shirt who was sitting relaxed close to her on the couch and drinking coffee. He looked at you with a smile while Annabel was having a dialogue with you and complimenting you on the work done. God. This was the guy from your job, whom you saw rarely and from afar, but you really wanted to know more about him. You didn't even know his name because you were too shy to ask, and besides, you didn't talk close yet to people in your new place.

"Felix. Felix Catton," he introduced himself, extending his long arm across the table.

"Y/N," you answered a little timidly, shaking his hand. His fingers were no less long than the hand itself, and his palm was warm, "Um... Y/N L/N."

"Okay, I have to run, bye, Ann," the guy kissed her on the cheek, threw some money on the table and smiled at you again, "It was nice to meet you, a new capable young employee."

Young. Not that young, it was your second full-time job after graduating from the university, but of course you were younger than the two of them. Annabel, as far as you knew, was almost 29 years old. Felix was probably about the same age, it was hard for you to tell. It seemed that he could be aged from 23 to 33, given that he looked so youthful and lively.

"So... does he work for our company? It seems that I saw him in the office, but very rarely..." you tried to find out information about this man from Annabel as casually as possible.

"Yes, Felix has... a more of a free schedule. His father is a co��owner of the company. So, he is not particularly worried about being a worker of the year. However, it's not like I live at work either," Annabel began to tell you openly. It seems you had already realized that she was also a pretty laid-back person, "So… What are you ordering?"

Despite your protests, Annabel ordered and paid for you coffee and lunch anyway, and then continued, "We studied at Oxford together. You could say he helped me get a job here later."

Oh. You got it. It seems that the picture in your head had finally begun to take shape. It became clear to you why some people worked hard from early morning till night in the same office as someone came at lunchtime at best and generally behaved as if they had known each other half their lives. Because that how it was. Many of them were Oxonians, and had known each other since the university, and some even from boarding schools. Of course, you also received a decent education, but it was nothing compared to Oxford. But this was also often not only about education, but also about lifestyle in general. Your family was not any close to be called poor, but still it was not comparable to this level of life, and you were able to get a current job only because of your hard work and probably decent amount of luck.

You felt a little sad at the thought that for them you probably were a girl who came out of nowhere and did the paperwork, and it was very possible that you would remain that way in their eyes. In Felix's eyes, in particular. That was how you imagined his life as a golden boy, who was apparently at this stage of his life employed in his own parents' company, where he did not need to make any effort to stay there and at the same time receive a round sum of money. Usually it also led to a certain lifestyle.

While Annabel was stirring her coffee with a spoon, you noticed an engagement ring on her hand, which you didn't seem to notice before or just didn't pay attention to.

"Oh... can I... congratulate you?" you asked, barely hiding your awkwardness, "Is it... Felix?"

"Yes, thank you… What? Felix?" the girl laughed, "No. We used to date back at the university, and after that… Well, now we are not. I can't imagine Felix as a fiancé or husband. To be honest, I don't think he can either. He's a pretty free spirit, let's put it this way."

You exhaled and nodded, on the one hand satisfied with the answer, and on the other hand you were upset and got into thinking even more. Yes, it seemed that you two were different, too different, and it came to be clear in just a half an hour on a lunch.

But that didn't stop you from thinking about him anyway for the whole next month. He still rarely came to the office, but now he nodded and smiled broadly if he saw you. You even chatted briefly a couple of times in the hallway and over a cup of coffee in the office kitchen. You still didn't know what he really was like, but he seemed nice and friendly, even though he was always in a hurry for somewhere else. Or someone else. You couldn't help but still look forward to these short meetings.

And that how the autumn came.

"Well, lucky you, Y/N – it seems that a small anniversary of three months of your work here coincides with our seasonal party," sipping from her cup, Annabel informed you, "Once in a season we go out somewhere with the whole team. Well, to be more exact – with the least boring group of people here. Come with us? We're thinking of going to a club this time."

You willingly agreed, pleased that you were invited to this party. After all, it was not for nothing that you'd been Annabel's indispensable assistant, helping her out all the time. And, to be honest, you did a lot of her own work for her. And also you hoped that you and her began to get closer in personal level, even though you were quite different, it was still quite a fun.

Week later, you were hurrying along the streets while looking at the navigator where exactly the club that Annabel was talking about was located. You were late because you spent a lot of time on dressing up and doing makeup. You wanted to make an impression and you were a little nervous. Nervous because all this time you were wondering if Felix would come or not. You were worried about both scenarios, but you still wanted him to come first of all, even though you had no idea what and how should happen next.

The place greeted you with loud enough but pleasant music and colorful lighting. Your colleagues were sitting on the sofas nearby. Annabel waved cheerfully, "Y/N! We're here! Hi! Yes, you're not even the last one, so make yourself comfortable."

You greeted everyone who was sitting. You felt quite awkward, because you didn't communicate with everyone at least on the same level you did with Annabel, but you hoped that the evening would go well and that you didn't come in vain. And it turned out to be quite alright, but anyway, part of your thoughts was roaming whether Felix would come or not.

"Okay, guys, and now we'll drink to the Y/N! She's been helping me a lot lately. Y/N, I hope this is just the beginning of your work with us!" Annabel toasted.

"To a new young capable employee!" said a velvety deep voice behind you. You turned around. Felix stood behind, dressed in a white shirt and jeans. He had a shot glass in his hand and he had some kind of red cowboy hat on a rope behind his neck and back.

You all clinked drinks together and then started to sit back down on the sofas.

"Hello, Y/N," Felix smiled broadly at you, "Glad you were invited too."

"Oh, Felix, where have you been?" your colleagues began to ask him as he sat down with them and began to tell about being stuck in another club and then getting through traffic jams here to you all.

"Unexpectedly. I thought he wasn't coming, huh," you said softly to Annabel.

"Why wouldn't Felix come to the party? It's not like going to office meetings, you know," the girl chuckled.

You continued to chat with Annabel this evening. Felix, unfortunately, did not approach you, and seemingly had fun chitchatting with all the people on the couch in front of you, although he kept glancing at you, so it seemed to you. But maybe it just seemed, because you had been drinking for the first time in a long time, and your head was already starting to feel a little dizzy.

But over time, your interlocutor talked more and more about her own with her long-time colleagues and friends, until she almost completely forgot about your presence. You began to feel gradually lonely in this company. Maybe you were right. A girl from nowhere who couldn’t even afford too many drinks in this place in central London, who was helping Oxford graduates who were, are and will be fine, with paperwork they weren’t really willing to do. But it was better to splurge on another drink than to sit and think all these thoughts.

Walking through the crowd to the bar, you stood in line and chose what to take for yourself. Something strong, but not very expensive, if possible.

"You have a small anniversary in our company today. It should be celebrated," a pleasant voice spoke softly almost in your ear. Turning your head to the side, you found Felix, who was leaning almost his entire body against the counter. He had definitely had a drink and was even more relaxed and cheerful than usual, "It's all on me, of course."

You protested a little, but Catton quickly dismissed all objections, taking two drinks for you at once and one glass for himself, "And this is about time you tell me how do you find the work here with us, where you came from and generally about yourself."

You headed back to the sofa with drinks. Since the path was laying through the dancing crowd, and you had two glasses in your hands, Felix held you protectively, placing his hand on your back and guiding you through all the people, making sure that no one would touch you. The feeling of his big warm hand on your back, on your skin, half-opened due to the design of the dress, definitely excited you and gave you goosebumps.

Some people from your company, including Annabel, was already gone to the dance floor, so you sat down on an empty sofa together and started talking. It was very uneasy and unusual for you to see Felix so close to you, also in such an informal setting. His big brown eyes looked at you attentively while you talked a little about yourself, about your education, how you got a job at this company, what you were doing here and who you started communicating with. What dark fluffy eyelashes he had. He was so handsome. You blushed a little and got embarrassed, but still, because of the abundance of information that you had to tell him, your brain was a little distracted and calmed down.

"That's great, Y/N. You're so... hardworking. And, apparently, you’ve achieved a lot on your own. That's very cool," Felix nodded with a serious face.

"Well, I haven't achieved anything special yet that I would really like, but thank you for the kind words. It's great that you're interested in your future subordinates."

"Oh, so you know? Well... we'll see about that. My dad is a co–owner of the company, but not the owner. So, it's not at all a fact that I'm going to manage over here," Felix was a little embarrassed and cleared his throat, "And I don't know what's going to happen next, I don't guess into the future for that long… Maybe I'll go abroad somewhere, like I've already done before, huh."

Then Felix began to tell about some parts of his own life - a little about his childhood, about studying at Oxford, what he did there and where he went later. He was quite modest and obviously tried not to emphasize his fabulously luxurious lifestyle, but this was the kind of thing that could not be completely kept to oneself. This manifested itself even in behavior and appearance, not to mention the stories.

But you liked, you really did like talking to him. With all that said, Felix Catton had a talent for making you feel like you were welcome, that you were no worse than him, that your lifestyle was no less boring or less important when he wanted to grant his attention. Even if you were completely different. You were listened to very attentively.

Due to this feeling, combined with his appearance and charisma in general, you were ready to never get up from this couch, if only your conversations would last forever.

But the forever ended quickly when Felix's friends yanked him onto the dance floor. Friends, and maybe not only friends. It seemed that many female colleagues and just a lot of the girls nearby were staring endlessly and smile charmingly at him in the hope of getting more of his attention. Of course, you could understand that oh so well. But all the same, you were upset that your chances were probably much less than those of all his acquaintances in his circle. Even if it was just about a sort of a close communication.

You finished your second drink and went to get another one. While you were standing in line, one of this year's hits started playing in the hall. A gentle female voice began to tell her story:

What I would do to take away

This fear of being loved, allegiance to the pain

Now I fucked up and I'm missing you

Never be like you

I would give anything to change this like-minded heart

That loves fake shiny things

Now I fucked up and I'm missing you

Never be like you

You couldn't take your eyes off Felix, who was having fun in the middle of the crowd – he was giving himself up to the music, dancing to the beat. Green, blue and sometimes purple spots of light slid across his face and his clothes. How graceful and natural he was now, as if he had been born on the dance floor.

I'm only human can't you see

I made, I made a mistake

Please just look me in my face

Tell me everything's okay

'Cause I got it

Never be like you

Felix completely broke up and went dancing at the pole jokingly. You didn't know if he was already so tipsy or just so relaxed naturally to that extent, but you couldn't look away with your mouth slightly opened. He was holding onto the pole with one hand, and with the other he was waving in the air, also swinging his hips.

How do I make you wanna stay

Hate sleeping on my own

Missing the way you taste

Now I'm fucked up and I'm missing you

Never be like you

Stop looking at me with those eyes

Like I could disappear and you wouldn't care why

Now I'm fucked up and I'm missing you

Never be like you

Your heart sank. Even though this song was about trying to bring back an existing relationship, it still somehow resonated especially with you right now. Particularly the line "Never be like you", which seemed to repeat your thought, which you carefully tried to hide from yourself tonight. You would never be like Felix.

The crowd gathered at the bar gradually pushed the gawking and not moving you closer to the dance floor, where Catton noticed you.

"Hey, Y/N, why are you just standing there so lost? Join me," the guy said cheerfully, slightly pulling you by the hand closer to him.

You started dancing together, he put on his red hat on to make you laugh a little. He was smiling widely, swaying from side to side bewitchingly in front of you.

I'm only human can't you see

I made, I made a mistake

Please just look me in my face

Tell me everything's okay

'Cause I got it

Never be like you

His white shirt was unbuttoned now, apparently, he had been hot for a while. Beads of sweat gathered on his skin and disappeared with him in the rays of the strobe light from time to time, which shone behind his back. In such lighting, it seemed as if he was moving in slow motion, and that was all a beautiful movie in which you accidentally fell into the place of the main character. But it wasn't a fantasy, it was your night right now.

I'm falling on my knees

Forgive me, I'm a fucking fool

I'm begging darling please

Absolve me of my sins, won't you

You wanted this moment to last forever. And unlike the conversation on the couch, it really felt like it was happening, like in a dream that no one dared to break. You were drowning in his magnetic gaze and smile, which he was giving only to you now. He was like Prince Charming of the 2010’s.

I'm only human can't you see

I made, I made a mistake

Please just look me in my face

Tell me everything's okay

'Cause I got it

Never be like you

Baby, baby please believe me

Come on take it easy

Please don't ever leave me... oooh

Never be like you

You mentally repeated the last lines of this song until your face itself took on a slightly pleading look. Felix seemed to catch it and touched your shoulder. His lips parted in the desire to say something, but he just stood there for a few seconds in silence, as if considering what to say and do next.

"... by the way, you look great today. I mean, your office looks are cute too, but this… You're full of surprises, aren't you?" he said after a while.

You smiled sheepishly as you continued to dance, drifting back into a musical and slightly alcoholic trance until it was interrupted by several of Felix's friends and your colleagues.

"Buddy, we've going home," the guys shook hands, and then started talking about some of their business. You moved a little to the side, and as soon as you did that, Felix slowly began to be surrounded by familiar and not so very familiar people. You went for a cocktail, and then headed to the couch, where you started talking to a colleague of yours. You kept glancing in Felix's direction at the same time, but he still didn't come up, engrossed in talking and some dancing.

After saying goodbye to your colleague, who also left, you finished your cocktail and finally decided to check your phone. Oh. You didn't know it was so late. You started looking for a taxi, but it costed a lot right now. Confused, you sat alone, staring at the screen and sucking from a straw a mix of melted ice and a cocktail from the bottom of a glass.

"Please pardon me for leaving you for a while," the hot hand laid on your back and then its owner appeared behind it, who plopped down on the sofa next to you. He looked at you with slightly regretful doe eyes, "Are you... leaving already?"

"Yes, it's very late, and there's a lot to do tomorrow… But the taxi is still expensive, I guess I'll wait a little longer."

"What are you talking about? I'll get you a car right now," Felix took out his phone and began to quickly type something on it.

"Oh, come on, don't..."

"Hey. We're celebrating your anniversary at work, our new best employee. Have you already forgotten?" the guy interrupted you, grinning, "Tell me your address, please."

You gave your address, Catton smiled slightly.

Five minutes later, a business class taxi pulled up to the club. You just went outside, and the warm air of an early autumn night pleasantly enveloped you after the hot and stuffy nightclub.

"Is this really my car?" you were amazed. Felix turned his head to the left and right, and then, leaning over, said in a serious tone, "I don't see any exactly the same beautiful girl waiting for exactly the same taxi, and do you?"

You giggled and blushed noticeably. There was a pause hanged in the night air.

"Thanks for your company, Y/N. I'm glad you're with us now. I hope we'll see each other more often from now on."

You looked him straight in the eye, and then nodded slightly and slowly.

"Good night. Please text when you... Ah..." Felix rolled his eyes at himself, "I don't have your phone number."

He looked down, shaking his head and chewing lightly on his lip. A knot tied in your stomach. Felix. Catton. Asked. You. Your. Number. It might had been more of a common courtesy, of course, but your heart started beating a lot faster anyway. Of course, you dictated your phone number to him, which made him full of ill-concealed joy. Having recorded it in his smartphone, he said, as if nothing had happened, "Yeah, great, now I have a place to text to find out how you got home," and put you in a taxi.

He gently touched your shoulders once more when he put you in the car. He pressed his lips almost weightlessly to your ear, "Good night again, Y/N. Thank you for this evening," his mumble was very warm and pleasant, you felt your hair rising on your skin.

Watching the taxi leave, from which window you looked at him back, Felix lit a cigarette. He was smiling widely and contentedly, exhaling smoke and slightly twitching his whole body on the spot from another surge of energy. He was obviously going to attend the work more often from now on.

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meanbossart · 24 days

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Hi! Do you have any ideas of what questions the dryad would have (either for Tav or Astarion) about your DU Drow in the circus?

HI!

I don't think I quite nailed the Dryad's dialogue, she talks weird, but not weird enough? Quite frustrating. Anyway, my unnecessary frilling aside here's what I got:

Zethino: The tall, brooding stranger infected by a dark passenger. No name, no memory, no past… But what of his future? When one's mind is so full of holes, they must pick something, or someone, to be. Who - or what - will he choose?

Some kind of gore-fiend, no doubt. (Disapproval)

RESPONSE: (grunted out, as he's looking off to one side.) I knew this was a stupid idea.

2. He can be anyone he wants, as long as he's mine. (Approval)

RESPONSE: (After a brief, light chuckle.) And there's little else I'd like to be.

3. He is someone, thank you very much. Brain-holes and all. (Approval)

RESPONSE: (In slight surprise.) Huh. Good answer.

4. His father. He takes after him quite a bit. (Disapproval. Available only if you go to Gortash's coronation first)

RESPONSE: (Unemotionally) Hysterical, as you can see from me doubling over.

Zethino: A restless, stormy mind, but even it can find respite. What brings your companion true peace?

Booze. He's quite the drinker. (Disapproval)

RESPONSE: (Irritated) I have to drink, specially with you nibbling at my ankles day and night.

2. A quiet sky, the rustling grass, decent company. It's not that hard. (Approval)

Response: (pleased) Indeed. That's all it takes.

3. Being bound and tied until sunrise. He'll only take peace if you thrust it upon him. (Approval)

RESPONSE: (With a loud, but sharp belly-laugh) Ah, you Twit. But fair enough.

4. I fear only death ever will. (Disapproval)

RESPONSE: (He smirks, tight lipped, it lingers in silence for a moment before he speaks) Careful. That sounded awfully like a threat.

Zethino: There is more to this gloom than limp, dead-corpse-weight. A catalytic tumour, wriggling inside. What is this, that burdens him the most?

The man is moved by carnage, It doesn't get much worse than that, does it? (Disapproval)

RESPONSE: Am I that one-noted to you? (He hums, indifferently, then shrugs.)

2. All that brawn must make for quite the heavy load. (Approval)

RESPONSE: (With a close-mouthed chuckle) Not the heaviest I can take.

3. No idea, but he's always sulry about something. (Disapproval)

Response: (Sardonically) How curious. I wonder if there's a common denominator.

4. Love, I think. (Approval)

RESPONSE: (With a tilt of his head and the furrowing of his brow, which smooths out) That's... Huh. Perhaps. At times.

CONCLUDING DIALOGUE:

NEGATIVE: (While visibly irritated) "What a bloody uproar that was. Can we go now?" NEUTRAL: "I guess you picked up on one thing or another - Despite my efforts to the contrary. Nice job."

POSITIVE: "You have a keen eye for - well, for me. It's... A surprisingly warm feeling. Thank you."

#ask #companion DU drow

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just-jordie-things · 8 months

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hello!! since you're accepting blurb requests, i was thinking about jjk men doing that one tiktok trend where the couple have to spins 15 times and then tries to kiss 😵

feel free to ignore this if anything. tysm!!

GOJO SATORU

... is a cheater. most times when you come up to him with a cute tiktok trend that you want to try, he finds a way to wiggle out of actually doing it and instead finds great amusement in watching you follow thru completely.

so when you spin around fifteen whole times in rapid succession and he's dawdling in slow circles because you're going too fast to really notice that he's hardly even spinning, he's grinning when your blurry vision lands on him.

he laughs boisterously as you topple forward into his awaiting arms, your lips barely hitting his chin as you try to complete the silly challenge.

"satoru did you even try!?" you accuse when you realize he's standing firmly on both feet and keeping you up.

"of course sweetheart, not my fault you're always falling into my arms"

and yes, yes it is his fault. ___

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

... will tell you it's dumb. like he always does when you bring him your phone with a tiktok challenge. he'll remind you like always that you spend too much time on that app. and like always he lets you pull him to his feet to do it anyways. even when you nudge his shoulders to get him to start spinning it doesn't take much force to make him do it.

and surprisingly- but not to you of course- he does do it. he even does it properly, twirling around at a speed fast enough to make him dizzy after just a few turns, but you begin to giggle as your footing gets messier and you bump into each other a few times near the end of the spins. he can't help but laugh too.

even stumbling, his hands find your shoulders, holding you firmly, although you're both rocking in every direction as your center of gravity fluctuates. you're both giggling as you try to lean in to one another, bodies colliding unceremoniously, but you do manage to get one decent peck in. a dozen others scattered amongst each other's cheeks and noses. ___

INUMAKI TOGE

... is all too excited. way too excited.

he spins rapidly, dangerously slow. you try to warn him that he doesn't have to go so fast, as long as he does it fifteen times, but he doesn't listen. he's in a silly goofy mood, and clearly wants to make a competition out of it.

so when he's finished with his fifteen twirls and you've still got a few to go, he is stumbling. he looks wasted with the way he tries to catch his footing and it sends him throwing himself around the room, his movements getting faster the longer he trips himself up. when you finally do finish, his body finally gives out, and he's crumpling to the floor like a doll with little sandbags for legs.

you can't help but cackle. especially as you try to make your way over to him, but your own body betrays you and you can't move all that well either. toge takes mock offense to your laughter and kicks his foot out to catch against yours, sending you down next to him right away.

when his pouting lips brush yours, you don't think it counts for the challenge, seeing as you're on the floor and the difficulty lies in standing upright and smooching, but you enjoyed yourself nonetheless.

toge will try the challenge again later, anyways. ___

OKKOTSU YUUTA

... thinks it's so cute that you find little games like this to play. he's not keen on the whole spinning thing, but any excuse to kiss you is a good one, he supposes. besides, he's a special grade sorcerer, a few spins couldn't possibly hurt him.

fifteen spins later and yuuta's face is flushed and his feet are tripping over the carpet. he's a bit embarassed, actually, even though this is all in good fun.

but then you collide into him, hands on his chest to brace yourself from your fall before he's gripping you by the hips and holding you as tight as he can so you don't both go crashing to the floor. he's surprised neither one of you fell, seeing as you're wobbling around like toddlers with sea legs.

and you're so cute when you give him a dopey little smile with heavy lidded eyes, the spinning image of him before you making you dizzier. you ty your best to kiss him, grazing his lower lip in a sloppy kiss that he can't help but chuckle at. his own head is still spinning too, but closing his eyes and grounding himself by kissing you helps.

maybe he'll try a few more times just to make sure his center of gravity is restored <3

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a/n: this was so cute!! i hadn't seen this challenge, my tiktok fyp is... uh... mostly edits teehee. thx for the idea!

xoxo ~ jordie

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yellosnacc · 6 months

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Anyway let's add a regular post on the mole stars

Here is the one from the new ref.

There are some updates from the last time you saw them. Their skin is full red and their "tentacles" are gone. Their teeth are inside their skin and not always visible.

They manipulate surroundings with very flexible arm endings that create slight suction between the frill layers. The frills are surprisingly energetic and have the most touchy nerves and many small muscles. The teeth can go very far back into the arm, leaving the mouth flexible (the teeth themselves are flexible-ish).

Star eyesight sucks. On each arm is 4 (sometimes 5) extendable thorns with tiny eyes on top that give the arm a basic sense of space. If they want to focus on something they look with their mouth which has its inside lined with photoreceptive cells. To get a decent image they shape the arm inside into a sphere and change the end diameter.

But this works a lot better underwater, where they only spend their early and partial adult lives. Speaking of early life. Stars are born looking more like jellyfish than a star.

When hatched, they are only 1/4 of their adult version, a single arm swimming around and slowly growing. After this stage, the little jellies start connecting. Most often you get 4 arms but some moles have 3 or 5 (other numbers have a hard time surviving). Once they are joined, their bodily functions are connected, and even their nervous system becomes one. While being sophonts, their brain/s work a lot differently, with their arms being somewhat capable of independent thought.

And a tiny possible living space. But that's just thoughts.

#speculative biology #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #artwork #worldbuilding #speculative evolution #spec bio #alien species #original species #xenobiology #spec evo #fantasy #molestars #stars #mole stars #alienart #original alien species #speculative fiction

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uchispeach · 2 months

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Happy House (part 1)

Pairing: Singh! Reader x Dark! Rafe Cameron

➥ Warnings: Implied abuse, violence, obsessive & manipulative behavior, naive! reader…

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Too trusting.

That’s what your dad always called you, the adjective always coming out in a scolding tone.

You found it contradictory, remembering all those times in which your father told you that trust was a sacred thing to find.

So even now, as one of Singh’s men inexplicably refuses to take you home, you still take it in a positive light. “Does this have something to do with my birthday?” You fold your arms over your chest as one of your eyebrows rises in curiosity.

The tall guy only stares at you, no clear emotion on his face. “Oh god, he’s got a surprise for me!” your eyes sparkle at the realization, excitement dripping out of your body. You rush to the man’s side, looking directly at him with a pleading face. “Is he?” You insist, he just sighs “No, mister Singh is in an important meeting right now. He wants no disturbances.”

A disappointed look reaches your soft features, but it’s quickly replaced by a light smile. A new idea lighting up your brain. “Then I want to go” you let him know “He said no disturbances” you roll your eyes at his dismissive response.

“I am no disturbance, I’m his daughter” the statement is said with confidence.

“Besides, it’s been a long time since we had visits. I’m bored of seeing the same people… No offense!” You give the man your most apologetic look.

It was true, your father was a bit paranoid. Never allowing you to leave the house by yourself. Still, you had a limited list of places you could go to, one of them was the farm. A secluded space surrounded by nature, in which your only company was a bunch of bodyguards and some lovely animals.

“We have strict orders” another intimidating guy interrupted, joining the conversation. You let out a frustrated sigh, managing to whisper a small sorry for asking before heading back to your bedroom.

An hour has passed by, and all you could think of is your dad’s meeting. You roll back and forth on the queen size bed, the many ways in which you could escape this place clouding your mind.

Until you think of something, something that could work if you put on a decent acting.

It was a common thing. Calling your dad on your bodyguard’s phone was a common thing -taking in count you didn’t own one yourself-. And they barely asked to listen to the calls anyways.

“Sir!” You shout out from the open door, leaning onto the frame.

(…)

They looked at each other in confusion, looking at you walking around the kitchen as you held the device next to your ear, nodding at a nonexistent conversation. “I promise to be good, sir!….um-hum…Yes, I will wear something nice!” You smiled sheepishly at the guards.

After ‘hanging up’ you headed towards them, hopes up as you handed the phone. The men didn’t look that much convinced, scratching their heads in unison. “He said to hurry up!” You turned your back on them, running towards your closet.

You put on your favorite silk dress, paired up with your gold earrings. You rushed everyone to the truck, surprisingly they listened.

“I don’t know, man. We didn’t even get a message from the boss…I’m sure he would’ve let us know” he talked to his partner, hesitant on the sudden change of plans.

“You know Mr. Singh. He’s unpredictable” You said in his direction. “Besides, he sounded very urgent” you added, knowing that the guards never questioned your father.

“Alright” You finally heard the truck’s engine. A childish smirk decorating your face.

(…)

The last gate was open, revealing the big piece of land you called home. Men with guns and dogs with muzzles surrounded the house as always.

“Drop me here” you pointed at the main garden. The car stopped, and you were quick to reach the handle. “Wait” they paused your actions.

One of them got out of the truck. Politely, he opened the door for you, offering his tattooed arm for support. “Oh…mmmh, there’s no need to escort me there.” You laughed nervously, looking everywhere but his face. “I insist”

You sighed, allowing him to take you to the porch. Then, you freed yourself from his hold, taking big strides to the main entrance.

“What is she doing here?” The leader spoke, clearly confused about your presence. That was your sign, quickly opening the door and entering the cozy hallway.

You leaned onto the wood surface, scanning your surroundings.

“Y/n?” A deep voice called out, you flinched at that.

Carlos Singh was staring confusedly at you. Burning eyes making you regret your decision.

“Daddy, I…” He didn’t allow you to finish your sentence. “What the hell are you doing here?” He huffed in annoyance.

“…I” the creak of shoes against wood made you both look away.

There, at the top of the stairs was a handsome man. Looking intimidatingly huge.

“Mr. Cameron” your father addressed him with formality. The unknown man went down in confident steps.

You didn’t know why, but you were suddenly intrigued by his fresh presence. Tall with hard muscles and a tight jaw, he had dirty blonde hair and a youthful smile.

Yes, he was smiling like he just won the lottery. “Mr. Singh” You heard his voice, guttural but youthful at the same time.

The first person he approached was your father, shaking his hand as a sign of respect. Still, his eyes never left yours.

“And who is this beautiful lady?” He smirked, showing some teeth as he scanned you entirely. Your father coughed out his response “That’s my daughter” He signaled your way, presenting you in a proper way.

“Hello!” You spoke proudly, offering your hand to the guest. He took it happily, giving it a light squeeze.

You noticed his hand, some fingers decorated by silver rings and an expensive watch on his wrist. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Singh.” He took his time before letting you go, drinking in your features. “The pleasure is mine” Politeness was always taught to you, and you proved it to him by showing a nice smile.

After some small chat regarding the weather and other trivial stuff, the men decided to take a seat in the living room. You followed behind, still a bit hesitant on your father’s approval.

“Why don’t you sit next to Mr. Cameron?” Your father covered the chair in which you intended to sit down, signaling you to move somewhere else. You didn’t miss his mandatory tone.

You obeyed, taking a seat next to his possible business partner. Mister Cameron didn’t miss any of your moves, and that made you a little nervous, making you wonder if there was something wrong with your clothes or hair.

“Actually, why don’t you warm up for a little?… I need to attend something” Singh held his mobile on one hand, the screen lighting momentarily.

“Don’t worry, sir” You were quick to answer. Not missing the way he frowned at his mobile, seemingly disturbed by something. You shivered involuntarily, hoping that he came back in a better mood, just so he could spare you a bit.

Your father didn’t take long before leaving the room, taking one of his guards with him.

A silence prolonged itself in the room, making you turn the guest’s way. In a desperate attempt at making a good impression, you spoke, “so, where are you from? Where are you staying? Are you from the States? I want to study there!” You covered your mouth, embarrassed at the sudden outburst of words.

“I’m sorry” The blond only chuckled at this, seemingly fascinated by your attitude. “Yeah, I grew in the States” He replied proudly, relaxing on the chair while he lightly spread his legs.

“Nice!… Can I call you Rafe?” You were crossing a line, but he didn’t seem that old, and you were dying to make a friend. Even if the circumstances weren’t the most appropriate.

“Of course” He grinned along, sitting straight while he arranged his suit. Your smile grew wider, eyes sparkling at the newfound company.

“If you don’t mind, Rafe.. Why are you here?” You shrunk a bit, worried of being too much. But the blond didn’t seem intimidated at all by your curiosity. “Didn’t Singh tell you?” He rose an eyebrow.

“In all honesty” you whispered, looking everywhere to make sure no one was around. “I wasn’t supposed to be here” your face changed to a worried frown.

The blond was fascinated by your expressions. “Still, I’m glad I came” your mood changed drastically, smile returning to your face. “Because you seem different…not like the old and grumpy men who usually make deals with my dad” your brows wrinkled at the unpleasant reminder.

Rafe let out a loud chuckle at that, and you quickly felt bad for the mean remark. “Oh no, that’s not what I meant…I-I respect every business partner that my dad has” The blond noticed your embarrassed smile, and he laughed some more.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t tell anyone” The Cameron boy turned his neck to wink at you. You felt a sudden relieve, happy to deal with someone as easy going as him.

“Back to your question, let’s just say I have some sort of relic that your dad may like” The blond licked his lower lip.

“My dad loves old things!” You squeaked, almost jumping out of your seat. “Actually, he has this sculpture from a pre-columbian culture…well, it’s actually just a piece of it; he’s still looking for the rest. Anyways, he absolutely adores relics”

Rafe looked intently at you. “So, there’s definitely a big chance he might want to purchase a cross made out of gold, right?” You blinked curiously at him, lashes fluttering in a cute rhythm. “Hmm gold?…Probably yes! I mean, he’s been really fixated on El Dorado.” You looked up, trying to remember something else from your dad’s exhausting research.

“El what?” Rafe looked intrigued. “You know El Dorado, the city of Gold. Actually, the sculpture I was talking about” You leaned onto the chair’s arm, getting closer to the blond. “They say if you find the rest of it, you’ll have access to a bunch of gold!”

“That sounds like a made-up story” You could feel his warm breath against your face as he leaned extremely close. He had a bit of a mocking smirk on him, incredulous attitude making you shrink a bit. “My dad considers it to be pretty legit, trust me” Your eyes were wide open at that, adding a bit of dramatism to the statement.

“I trust you” the blond spoke with a light grin.

Your upper body was turned to the side, facing him in complete closeness. From this distance, you could admire his tough factions; broad shoulders, toned torso and strong arms, all constricted by a tight shirt.

“Well, I hope you both have a wonderful deal” The tension is broken by an unconscious act, lively mood returning to you.

“I hope that too, that way I can see you some more.” The Cameron Boy went back to his previous position, manspreading as he looked at you from the side.

A wave of warmness went down your spine, words making you feel a bit lightheaded. “That would be nice” a shy smile decorated your lips, as you sat straight on the elegant chair.

“Oh, I’m so rude” you jumped a bit. “I haven’t offered you anything to drink” your feet moved by itself, pulling you up. “My dad would be so disappointed on my horrible hospitality.” You chew your lip in anxiousness, hoping Rafe wouldn’t be too offended by your carelessness.

But he just chuckled deeply, the low laugh taking you by surprise. “I’m so-” he didn’t allow your apology to continue “Some scotch will do.”

You nodded frantically at that, turning your back on him and hurrying to your dad’s office.

Unknowingly to you, the Cameron boy intently looked at your back, a new emotion rooting itself on the pit of his stomach.

Meanwhile, you prepared the glass of liquor with much carefulness -making sure you made just as your father taught you-. “I’m almost done!” You shouted from the other room, receiving a light laugh from the guest.

“Here it is” you set it down on the wooden table. Standing still as you saw the blond taking a sip of it. His throat wobbles from the drink.

“It’s damn good” hoarse tone filling your ears with satisfaction. You giggled, proud of yourself.

Just as he took another sip, you noticed how his eyes darkened while he scanned you from head to toe, drinking in your presence slowly.

You felt a tad uncomfortable, not used to being stared at for too long. -Being the daughter of Mr. Singh meant everyone ran from you for no particular reason-.

“Sit” The blond tapped the chair in which you were previously seated. You complied, plopping by his side as he downed the drink.

You gasped as the last drop got lost on his throat. “Gotta get some courage, you know?” He looked at you right in the eye, you nodded. “Business isn’t easy” that took you by surprise. Rafe seemed like a very put together person, you didn’t visualize him in any other way than a clever man.

You tilted your head to the side, doe eyes looking expectantly at him. “First deal without my dad” you could see him getting a bit conflicted.

“I get it… I just don’t do much by myself” You fidgeted with your fingers. “Yeah” He gave a small chuckle, staring at your lap.

When you looked at him by the side, you noticed him holding the empty glass in one hand, drawing small circles in the air with it.

“Do you want me to show you the sculpture?” You spoke out in a rush. “Huh?” The blond got out of his trance, stopping the circles. “You know, the one who’s supposed to be the key to the treasure?” The words came out breathy as you lightly stood your shoulders up.

“Show me your lil’ artifact” and it didn’t take you long to come back with the piece of rock in hand.

“Look” You spoke joyfully, crossing one leg over the other as you waved the thing in front of the blond. “You see these drawings?” You pointed.

“Not with you being this damn far” You felt hotness all over your face “Well-“ but before you could continue, he grabbed the side of the chair, pulling it towards him. Effortlessly, you now faced him way closer.

You laughed carelessly, sensing his actions to be exclusively for playful matters. “Back to what I was saying-” once again you were interrupted.

“And what do you think you’re doing with that?” You froze on the spot. Listening to the harsh voice of your father never fails to put you on edge. “Hi there, sir” You turn your back slowly. “I…I just thought the guest might be interested in your relics” Your excuse didn’t seem to do much in calming down your enraged dad.

“You know, since he’s here to offer you one.” You gave him your sweetest smile, still, Singh didn’t lose time on roughly snatching the piece of history away from you. Leaving a burning sensation on your hands.

“You know how fragile these things are” He gave the figurine to the leader guard, making him disappear with it. “They have no business in your inexpert hands” You felt the shame wash over you, feeling like a scolded child. “Yes, sir.” You stared at your own hands on your lap.

“I was the one to ask. I just really wanted to see some of your collection.” You raised your gaze in surprise, looking at a standing Rafe. “I’ve heard you’re an impeccable collector.”

Your dad scoffed lowly, arranging his suit while he offered a polite smile to the blond. “Right, Mr. Cameron”

“Not trying to be impatient but I would really like to discuss the magnificent cross. I’ve heard you’re a big gold fan.” Rafe put one hand above the other while standing straight, looking like a real business man.

“Y/n, Victor will accompany you to your room” The guard appeared behind him, looking expectantly at you.

“Dad, I was thinking I could stick around. Maybe cook something, it’s almost dinner time!” Singh’s harsh look reflected the truth, you just needed to go.

“Come on, miss Singh” Victor spoke, inviting you to follow his lead into your chamber.

“Yes, Victor” You let it go, rising from your seat and directing towards the man. “See you around, Mr. Cameron” a hopeful smile sent his way. You received a slight nod from him, a hint of a smirk on his pink lips.

And as you climbed those stairs, you couldn’t help but feel an intense heat on your back.

(…)

“Victor, what is going on?” Your check was against the door, fingers turning white around the handle.

“Victor!” You shook the round thing in deep frustration but the man on the other side didn’t even make a sound.

You gave up, pulling away from the wood surface. Your feet moved on their own, anxiously taking you back and forth.

An hour has passed by since you were locked in your own bedroom. The only thing you could hear was the occasional scoffs from your uptight guard, that was until a series of shouting, screaming and grunting bleed clearly through the thick walls of your confinement.

A man cussed your father’s men, venom in his tongue as he demanded to be set free. The struggle was loud, your dad’s stern voice was also present, something about “just give me what I need and you’ll be alright” was said.

You got an idea. Your dad’s rough ways were never a secret; plenty of cuestionable tactics were always used to get what he wanted.

The Cameron boy had made the wrong move on your father’s eyes and you were truly sorry for him.

(…)

“Rafe” you were soft spoken, tone as soothing as it could possible be. “Psst, Rafe” You leaned closer to the air vent.

You were seated on the wooden floor, palms to the ground. “The fuck” You heard a distant grunt.

You called out again for him, this time a little bit louder. The Cameron boy said your name in a confused tone. “Yes! Oh god, I’m glad you’re alive”

A chuckle, a humorless chuckle was all you received from the dirty blond. “Yeah, not for long”

You shushed him, one hand on your chest. “Don’t say that!”

He scoffed at that, clearly unimpressed by your words. “What the hell happened? Why are you locked? What did you- I mean” you stumbled upon your words, anxiety present.

“Your dad is insane” He interrupted. You stayed silent at that. “Shit!” A loud bang resonated through your ears, the blond getting clearly desperate.

“He thinks I have some stupid diary that’ll take him to where the ‘city of gold’ is” The last part was said with aggressive mockery. He was certainly incredulous to Singh’s fixations.

“For god 's sake. He will surely do anything for that gold.” You shook your head in disapproval.

“No shit, now I’m gonna end three feet under ground” Bitterness was in his tone, you could sense it. That made you squeeze your brows together.

“We’ll find a way to get you out of here.” You didn’t know why you said that. You barely knew Rafe or his situation, still, you felt every single word with your bones.

(…)

The moon’s light was the only thing that kept you from tripping on the dark hallway. Every step you took made your heart beat faster, you couldn’t help it. Nervousness consuming you.

The floor finally stopped creaking once you reached the black door. Your fingers trembled as you looked for the keys on your nightdress pocket.

You cringed at the sound of the door unlocking. A deep breath was all you took as you carefully pushed the piece of wood.

You were barely inside the room when you felt a big force pushing you against the wall.

A pained moan escaped your lips as your back made an ugly sound at the impact.

You gasped when a huge palm reached for your throat. A hard squeeze was given, making you pull at the rough fingers that kept you enclosed.

“Ra-Rafe” your voice was airy and frail, almost like a dying whisper. The hand only pressed harder, you felt the oxygen leaving your lungs for a painful moment.

“Rafe” you pleaded again, this time gripping him harder.

“What are you doing here?” You inhaled with difficulty feeling suffocated both by the guy’s grasp and his now noticeable proximity.

Rafe stood centimeters away from you, his warm breath and strong cologne intoxicating the little air you were allowed to breathe.

The same free hand which closed the door was now circling your wrist. He leaned closer, strong build immobilizing your much smaller body.

“I- I just wanted to see how-how you were” Your eyes were starting to get teary. His only response was groan, followed by a light shake to your neck.

Your gasps were now weaker. “Please Rafe” You barely managed to let that out, still it seemed to work. The Cameron boy lightened his grasp, allowing the air to reach you.

You coughed uncontrollably, instinctively putting your hand on the boy’s hardened chest as a way of support.

He didn’t let you out completely, still cornering you with his whole weight. “I asked you a question” He spat in your face, no real sensibility for your clear pain.

“I told you. I-I want to help you” you voice wobbled as your eyes looked at his. The moonlight suddenly creeped on Rafe’s face, allowing you to look at his hardened features.

“Tch” He let out nonchalantly as he looked the other way, jaw tensing more. “You think I believe that line of shit? About how you’re on my side?” He let out all the air on his lungs, a mean grin on his lips.

“I promise you-” He stopped you right away, getting his chest out as he pushed you once again against the brick surface.

“Are you even his daughter?” His eyes roamed free on your frame, shamelessly scanning you.

You felt an inexplicable heat under your skin. “Yes, I am” you looked up at him with big scared eyes.

“Bullshit. You’re probably just a part of his fucked up plan” His body’s heat left you with abruptness as he pulled away, leaving you completely still.

He walked back, slow moves as he intensely stared at you. “Well. Flash news, sweetheart. I have no fucking idea where the diary is” He pressed his hands onto fists, tension clear.

“So you can tell Mr. Singh he’s made a big fucking mistake.”

Your breathing was starting to speed up. “Raf-”

“Shut up!”

You called out for him again, closing your eyes in fear as you remembered your time was limited.

“Please, don’t scream” Tears started falling down your cheeks as you hid in yourself.

“They’ll hear us” You pleaded. Rafe looked confused at that. “Drop the act” He demanded in an unsure tone.

“Please, you’re gonna get me in so much trouble.” You hear footsteps. “Huh?” He raised an eyebrow in angered doubt.

“You’ve got to trust me” You whispered his way, looking like a shy deer.

“This won’t work with-” He spoke without a single care, clenching his teeth while he let out the harsh words.

You rushed by his side, hanging by his forearms as you put a soft hand over his mouth.

Hot liquid was still pouring down your face as the house guards approached the second floor.

You squealed in anxiety as you heard Victor leaning against the entrance.

Rafe could feel you trembling like a scared mouse. His muscles relaxed at your sudden distress, a new sense of worried curiosity installing deep in his mind.

“Shit, calm down” He whispered back, given your altered state. “They cannot hear us. I’m sure” You couldn’t stop staring back, focused on the door. Prepared for the worst if anyone found out you were hidden in the guest’s room.

“Hey” Rafe reached out for your chin in a more delicate way. “Hey. Look at me” The change of emotions was insane.

Your despair felt pretty real as you stared right into his eyes. “You need to relax” He said slowly after he heard you cry out at a sudden noise coming from the hall.

You breathed deeply, focused on the blue irises in front of you. “How did you get in?”

“Midnight break” You spoke in a constricted voice.

“And when is their next break?” He shook you in his arms, trying to get a clearer response out of you.

“Early in the morning, they go to the bathroom” Your mind was less foggy than before.

“You’ll get out then”

“Rafe, I’m so sorry. I had no idea my father was going to do this. I was not trying to lure you in or-or-“ You broke a bit down again, leaning into his arms as you looked for forgiveness.

The blond shushed you in a soft way.

He found himself to be conflicted, pretty amused by the way you cried into his arms as you looked for some kind of comfort, acting like he didn't almost choke you to death some minutes before.

Maybe you were on his side after all.

A/N: Feedback is very much appreciated!

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stirthewaters · 1 month

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Too Sharp to Touch pt.12

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Wednesday comforts you in your fear of the rain

Warnings: language, pills/drugs? Fluff

Pairings: Wednesday x Reader

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The darkening skies had you on edge as you walked along the sidewalk.

The presence of Wednesday at your side was starting to become surprisingly familiar as she strode beside you, her pale, well manicured fingers gripping the straps of her backpack rather tightly as her deadpan expression remained focused straight ahead. It was starting to become quite comforting.

The two of you were in town for different reasons; Wednesday specifically wanted to visit the hunting store to look over the recent customers to add to her evidence board, and while you of course were devoted to the case the two of you were engaged in, you were in town for an alternate purpose; supplements.

Not that you found anything wrong with your wolf, merely because you preferred not to spend full moons in the lupine cages. Your most recent prescription had unfortunately been completed right before the full moon; about two days away from now. All you had to do was show your prescription to the outcast doctor and be on your way.

“This way.” A slight nudge on your arm tugged you from your thoughts as you glanced over to see Wednesday turning the corner, barely slowing down as she pointed out without even sparing you a glance. “You’re nervous.”

You scurried back to her side, unable to resist a soft roll of your eyes as you mumbled, “it’s a perfectly normal phobia.”

“I’d hardly label the fear of rain as rational.” Wednesday remarked, shooting you a look as her boots clomped along the sidewalk, a rhythm you repeated with your fingers against your side. “Perhaps some therapy would do you good.”

“Oh and where did that get you?” You retort hotly as her glare darkens. “I’d rather not look for psychological help in a town that’s known for murders. I’m already breaking the rules enough being out here.”

“It’s merely a medical trip for you. Consider it that way if you prefer a clean conscience.” Wednesday almost shrugged, pausing abruptly and causing you to stumble, nearly bumping into her in the process. “I’ll meet you back here once I’m done.”

“It’s a pharmacy, not a drop-off center…” you grumbled under your breath as you stepped into the building, the warm heat welcoming you as opposed to the cold outside. You turned and watched as Wednesday walked off in the direction of the hunting store.

Approaching the counter you instantly recognized Dr. Kennedy, the same man who’d started to become familiar with your occasional visits.

“Ah, Y/N. Welcome back.” The man smiled over his glasses with a warm expression, placing his clipboard down as he approached the other side of the counter to meet you. “How’s life at Nevermore treating you? I didn’t think any students would make it to town with the storm on the way.”

You felt yourself pale slightly at the mention of the storm before responding, putting on a smile to match his. Although you were never very particular about doctors, Dr Kennedy did a decent job at making you feel welcomed in a town like Jericho. It only made sense, seeing as his business catered specially to outcasts. It was lucky that Nevermore had a medical supplier so close to the school anyways.

“Nothing out of the ordinary, honestly; it’s a little chilly but nothing I can’t handle.” You paused before pulling your crumpled prescription from your jacket pocket, slipping it onto the counter for him to see. “I was looking for a refill on my supplements.”

Dr Kennedy adjusted his glasses down the bridge of his nose slightly as he took the paper into his palm, rereading the words. Taking a pen in his palm he re-signed it, turning into the back room as he spoke.

“You're quite lucky you got here in time, Y/N. Our shipment of lupine suppressants came unusually late and with a lot less too; apparently the pharmacist up in Vermont had to deal with some sort of robbery at his place.”

He returned a few moments later with the usual brown paper bag, sliding it over the counter to you as he leant on his elbows, continuing.

“I hear pharmacies aren’t doing too well nowadays. Or at least around here, they’re not.”

You frowned slightly as you reached for the bag, double checking as usual that it was the correct bottle. Spotting the ever familiar green label you stuffed it into your pocket.

“There must be some sort of shortage wherever they’re growing or manufacturing these… probably nothing bad.” You shrugged, not taking notice of Dr Kennedy’s skeptical expression. “Thanks for the pills, Doctor. I appreciate it.”

The man nodded softly and smiled warmly; “good luck, Y/N. I assume you’ll see me in a month or two.” With that he disappeared back into the back room.

You stepped out of the building, looking up at the darkened skies; a low rumble of thunder met your glance, making your skin crawl. Yes, Wednesday had specifically instructed you to wait here until she returned, but there was no way in hell you’d be caught in the rain; besides, she wasn’t in charge of you, was she?

There was a brief moment of hesitation but when you felt a light sprinkle on your shoulder you flinched and immediately made a beeline for the hunting store.

The doorbells clanging over the door announced your arrival to everyone inside and you felt yourself grimace in disgust at the sight of all the different rifles and guns mounted upon the wall, distaste lingering in your mouth. Fortunately there weren’t that many customers; the occasional fisherman here and there but otherwise it was surprisingly peaceful for a hunting store.

As you walked through the stand of furred hats you spotted Wednesday at the counter, speaking with the cashier; a man wearing a Bulls baseball cap and a torn leather jacket. You watched as the raven spoke, recognizing the slight look of impatience in her eye you’d become familiar with lately. Clearly the man’s attitude wasn’t one she was happy with.

“-listen, Miss, I’d love to help you, I really would, but the data we track from our customers is private. We don’t just give it out to anyone, y’know.”

You watched as Wednesday’s grip tightened slightly on her backpack straps as she spoke through slightly gritted teeth.

“My motives are in the pursuit of the school's safety; you’re willing to risk that in order to protect a store policy?”

“Just because Jericho and Nevermore are on decent terms doesn’t mean we’re responsible for each other.” The man frowned slightly as if in slight distaste as he met Wednesday’s glare. “And all that shit that went down last year with the Hyde is over. I highly doubt the safety of the school is at risk.”

“Then explain where the deputies are right now.”

Wednesday folded her arms, her gaze darkening as the man sighed.

“I don’t know everything that goes on in this town, kid. It’s probably just another bear attack up north.”

“How ironic,” you caught Wednesday mutter under her breath as he continued.

“You’re just a high schooler. Even if Nevermore is in danger like you said, I’m not giving just any goth who walks into my store important information. So unless you’re planning on buying something you can leave.”

You weren’t surprised when Wednesday slid a knife across the counter without a moment’s hesitation; the blade was short and straight with a nicked top that looked quite sharp; the handle was a deep black, with silver hints down the sides, making for a tasteful choice of knife. Of course she had good taste in knives.

“I can make it worth your while.”

The raven held up a small stack of bills she had retrieved from her backpack, raising an eyebrow at the employee. He eyed the money for a moment, his eyes narrowing before folding his arms and scoffing.

“I don’t do bribes, kid. Just buy the knife and get out of here.”

Jaw clenched, Wednesday thumbed a bill from the stack and handed it over, placing the rest in her backpack as she took the knife and slid it into her jacket pocket, not bothering to say goodbye as she headed out.

“You’re dreadful at hiding.” Her voice startled you as she paused in front of you, an eyebrow raised. “You’d think a wolf would have a better sense at subtelty.”

“You’d be surprised.” You gave a soft grin of your own as you folded your arms, glancing at the man who was now watching the two of you with a distasteful expression, eyes narrowed as he examined you closely. “Let’s get out of here.”

The two of you were at the door when you were stopped by a hand on your shoulder and you froze, eyes narrowing as you slowly turned on your heel.

“I recognize you.”

“Don’t touch her.” Wednesday shouldered you aside somewhat roughly, but you didn’t mind, you were too busy glaring at the man as you retorted

“Leave us alone. You said you wanted us gone, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, whatever.” He waved dismissively, removing his hand at the sight of Wednesday’s death stare. “But you’re that Lyall kid, right? The one from Vermont?”

“What’s it to you?” You frowned, suddenly hyper aware of Wednesday’s cold hand on your wrist.

“I’d be willing to give that intel your girl was looking for in exchange for some information. I mean, you’re famous after all, aren't you?”

“She’s not my- my-“ you stuttered dumbly as you felt yourself blush slightly, Wednesday’s eyes on you as you fought for words. “I’m not famous, you’ve got the wrong person.”

The guy frowned slightly, examining you for a moment until eventually muttering something under his breath, “not worth it”. Turning on his heel he started to head back to the counter, but Wednesday stepped forward quickly, gripping his jacket tightly in one hand as the other bore the knife she’d just purchased, pointed at his neck.

“If you want to keep your head attached to your body I’d suggest staying away from us.”

Your eyes widened slightly as the man’s eyes widened in shock and slight fear as he gave what little of a nod he could until the raven stepped back, folding the knife in disgust and putting it away as she turned back to you.

“Let’s go.”

By the time you and Wednesday had returned to Nevermore a good rain was already falling, the rumbles of thunder now more pronounced through the school’s walls. If not for the umbrella Wednesday had brought just in case you would’ve been soaked.

“That was a waste of time,” you grumbled as you followed her into the dorm the Addams shared with Enid. “Other than my suppressants we got nothing.”

“Not necessarily.” Wednesday pulled her jacket aside, hanging it over the side of her bed as she faced the recently set up investigation board by the window. Thing scuttled out from her bag, perching himself atop the board; in his fingers he held a pair of keys.

A wild grin burst upon your face as you held out your hand and Thing tossed you the keys, speaking with excitement “how the hell did you get these without being seen?”

“Simple diversion. I would’ve thought you’d learned a bit more after all this time.” Wednesday gave a little roll of her eyes as she examined the board; there wasn’t much on it; a map of the woods, a diagram of a shotgun, and a couple receipts. “Tonight would be more than a sufficient time to break in.”

You started to respond with a grin until a crackle of thunder split through the dorm, sending a chill down your spine, fingers tightly gripping the edges of your jacket. Wednesday clearly noticed, as something akin to a frown flashed across her face.

“I still don’t understand how you can fear such a beautifully gloomy sound. Just because it is meant to instill fear does not mean you have to be afraid.” The Addams paced across the room, until she was facing you directly, her dark stare flitting over your shaking form. God you hated the fact that you were shaking. “What will it take for me to get your pitiful shaking to stop?”

You fought for words, at a loss for what to say. You’d never been asked that before. You didn’t notice the way Wednesday’s gaze softened just ever so softly; the way her furrowed eyebrows lifted slightly and her chocolate-toned eyes met you.

You had no clue what she was thinking.

For Wednesday she was left utterly confused at the muddled mess of disgusting feelings sitting in her stomach like a pile of rot. The Addams had no clue how to handle them, especially since she had such a lack of experience with… emotion. You must have cursed her… at this point she was positive that you were the one making her cup your chin, your skin ever so warm on her cool hand as she lifted your head so that you met her gaze. Her usually confident and sure footed mind was left scrambling to remember all do Enid’s advice on comfort.

“If it will get you to stop quaking like a frightened puppy I will allow you to reside on my bed.” Wednesday paused, before her eyebrows furrowed. “Don’t stain anything or I will kick you out.”

The way your eyes faintly brightened made her heart twist; oh god, you weakened her. She most certainly despised you. Another boom of thunder seemed to end any hesitation you might’ve had as the raven watched you scramble for her bed.

Glancing over at the investigation board she spotted Thing, cutting off his tapping as she gritted her teeth - “not. A. Word.”

A quick look back over at the bed confirmed your still shaking form. You were just sitting there, stiff and awkward on the edge of the mattress. Wednesday couldn’t help rolling her eyes as she strode towards her cello case, kneeling down as she muttered, “one could easily think you were a corpse.”

“I’m getting comfortable.” You defended hotly, clearly a little embarrassed. She decided not to mention it, merely pulling her beloved instrument from its casing; settling herself atop her chair she pulled the cello in front of her carefully, tuning it.

“You’re going to play for me?”

Wednesday halted, her fingers freezing momentarily over the knobs as she slowly looked over at you, her eyebrows furrowing. “Of course not. Your phobia of the rain just happened to interfere with my playing time.” She turned back to the pegbox, giving one of the pegs the slightest of adjustments before picking up her bow. She didn’t need sheet music to play the song she desired.

Her bow pulled across the strings as her fingers maneuvered the fingerboard. The haunting melody of “Cello Sonata in D Minor, Op.40” began to fill the room, a deep sense of satisfaction stirring within her as the piece unfolded.

—

Halfway through the song she noticed you’d fallen asleep, draped in a slightly uncomfortable position over the foot of her bed. Sighing, she reluctantly put down the instrument, standing to step over to the bed.

You didn’t even rouse when she draped a blanket over you.

She was unconscious of the fact that she played her cello just ever so slightly softer when she returned.

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