#but it had flames and lit up and thats good

[thecapricunt1616]

Chapter One The Bear & His Honey

Summary: Carmy + Winnie meet, He obviously tries to weasel his way into her heart by cooking for her.

A/N: Eeeep! I am sooo excited to be writing again, i've written fic's since like 2010 & stopped for quite a while, But Carmen has awoken the beast in me once more LOL !!! It's not without much thanks and love to @daysofyellowroses - Her encouragement & excitement for my ideas has inspired me in the most beautiful way. Give her a follow please! Her fic's genuinely are sososooooooo good that they made me want to start writing myself again, The theme and overall organization of her works is immaculate, I admire her works so much! I highly encourage any Carmy lover to take a look!! She is also such a doll!! And so so sooo sweet!!!

Anyhow, I love longer fics - this chapter is nearing 6k words & it initially started as a one shot, so reader be warned I am very wordy!

Warnings; Cursing, ehh I think thats it? Oh! Smoking Cigarettes & The green stuff, but thats all! *We will be getting VERY spicy, angsty, and sickeningly fluffy in this story - if that isn't your cup, ask me anything if you like my style! I am only writing for Carm at this second, but I will be writing ACOTAR & likely other things as I wet my pallate - it's been years for me, but if you have an idea that you want to throw my way, or just wanna talk (even if you just need someone!) I'm here for you peeps! Without further ado- let the show begin.

(Comments + Reblogs + Kind critiques are not only appreciated, but heavily encouraged!)

𝒞𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀 𝒪𝓊𝓉 𝑀𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉!

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One

I took a deep breath, the dry, late winter air sticking my nostrils together momentarily- fuck. I hate this god-damned weather. I shuffle across the street, my boots mushing through the late-winter Chicago slush. I slosh into the alley, my boots squelching with every step. I trudge across the street, nearly gagging at every soggy step, feeling my socks ever so slowly become wet. 

I sludge my way finally to the (god-blessed, shoveled) alley across the way, that connected The Next Page to the street in front of it, and hear a muttered “fuck” & my eyes lift from the locked spot on my salty, wet boots. They meet the side-profile of an undeniably handsome curly dirty blonde male, my eyes rolling, as he pats his pockets down. I assume he forgot his light. 

As I approached him, I piped up. “Missin’ somethin’?” I flick my pink lighter to life with my thumb, My eyes meeting his large blue ones. He leans forward, gently lighting his cigarette between my thumb and the flame. “Thanks” he muttered, sucking on the cigarette between his lips, his eyes locked on me. 

“Y’ smoke?” he questioned. I shook my head gently, “Not cigarettes, but I’m bout’ to eat, s’why not?” I slipped the small tin from my pocket, pulling a shorty from the box. I put it between my lips, leaning in close, touching the joint tip to the burning end of his cigarette gently, and took a slow drag once it was fully lit.

“Work here?” I motion at the building next to us with my chin, smoke spilling from my lips as I speak. His white t-shirt made me guess he could be a line cook or a bus boy at the restaurant that had been crowding the block the past few months. He nodded, a large puff of smoke leaving his lips, the edges of his lips upturning a bit into a smile. 

“Mhmm, own it.” he said casually, taking another drag, my eyebrows raising. “Hmm,” I hummed, smoke puffing from my nose obviously in the winter air. “Wow, from the shirt- thought you’re a busboy, quite the humble owner mm’?” I teased, a smile dancing on my lips as I pulled another puff of my joint. “Yea- guess so” he teased, shrugging lightly. 

“My boss comes by once in a blue moon, so either you’re a grade-A asshole, or have crippling OCD and you think your business is gonna fail.” I teased, blowing smoke past his left as I leaned against the brick wall. He chuckled, “Alright, well- Sugar says I’m OCD whatever the fuck that means, so you got me” he shrugged. I laughed. “I can so see it, what’s your name?” I asked. 

His eyes flutter to my lips, before meeting my eyes again. “Carmen.” He replied, putting his cigarette back to his lips and taking a deep drag. “Winnie..” I replied nibbling the inside of my lip gently. Carmen. Carmen. Carmen. The word echoed in my mind like an invocation. “Winnie” he repeated, smoke spilling from his lips in tendrils.

“Full name?” He questioned. A heat rose to my cheeks and I rolled my eyes, gaze flicking to my sneakers as I took another drag of my joint. “Winnow. Shut up, if you laugh, I’ll cut off your dick. My parents were never married, not sure what they were thinking.” I mutter, the tips of my ears heating in embarrassment. “Mmm” he hummed.

I look back up at him, “No slick comments?” I asked, genuinely surprised. He shrugged. “Winnow is pretty, people make fun of that?” He questioned, dropping the mostly burnt cigarette to the ground and crushing it with his chef's clog. My cheeks felt like they were on fire. “A dude named Carmen, not used t’ people pokin’ at your name?” my glance meets his.

His arms were now crossed over his chest, his delicious biceps becoming more prominent. “Go by Carm, mostly” he shrugged. Carm. “Hmm.” I hummed. “Carm. Suits you.” I said, my eyes grazing over the tattoos adorning his arms. “Yeah?” his tongue grazed his lips, a smirk pulling at the corners. 

“Mhhmm” I reach out, my finger brushing over the ‘773’ on his arm. “From ‘round here huh?” I questioned, my eyes meeting his blue ones once more. “Ye’, east side” he said, to which I nodded. “Sorry, don’t know too much, from New York.” I said, my arms crossing over my own chest. 

“Yeah? Where about? Did culinary school out there.” he replied. “Rochester” I nod, my accent coming out slightly. “Ah, alright. Like yourself a garbage plate?” he teased. I laughed, a real laugh, something few and far between these days. “Wow, so you really went to school out there eh’? I do actually, know how that came to?” I asked my fingers finding a loose string on my jacket to fiddle with.

“Not at all, thought it was a myth- you really eat that shit out there?” he joked. I giggled. “Don’t make me hit you, Yes! We do, so story goes, frat guys stumble all drunk in to Nick Tahoes, and they tell the line cook to give ‘em the plate with ‘all the garbage’ on it. And so, since it was closing time, they took all the carby leftovers they were gonna throw out, and threw em on a plate- the guys loved it” he grimaced playfully “eugh! Guys never heard of a burger?” 

 I laughed again “there is a burger, Carm! mmm,” I hum my eyes closing and head falling back at the memory of such a comfort meal. “oh my god, mac salad, cold! Has to be cold, Carm, then you do baked beans,” I paused at his brows furrowing “Don’t look at me like that, asshole” I shove his shoulder playfully, earning a chuckle. 

“No- nope keep on explaining your… catastrophe” he teased, I gasped, feigning a shot to the heart. “Wow, Carmy, you know how to flatter a girl huh? Insulting the indigenous dish of her homeland?!” I joked, causing him to really laugh. A beautiful sound I wanted to hear more often. “Ok, ok, so then you add the homefries, then - the house chilli, ohhh my god!” I groaned my head falling back “Soo, so good, then, you add on a burger patty, or a hotdog, or both if you feel frisky” he laughed again, his eyes crinkling adorably.

“How often do you feel frisky mm? Or are you a more tame girl?” he teased. I smacked the side of his jaw gently with a large bashful smile adorning my lips, “Carmen! You do not ask a lady how often she gets frisky!” I giggled, poking his muscular chest gently. “Ok, ok, keep going- or is that the end of the abomination?” he questioned and I dug my knuckle into his chest playfully.

“Nope!! Then you add chopped onions, ketchup, and mustard!!” I grinned and he grimaced jokingly. “Holy Jesus, your breath could knock out an army after that I’d bet” he teased earning another true laugh from me. “I swear, you own his place? If you thought you were busy before- add a garbage plate to the menu, and you’ll be rich, Carmen” I adjusted the Saint Anthony chain around his neck gently, so the pendant was facing front. 

His cheeks got a bit flushed. “Well, i’m makin’ a new dessert menu, if you wanted to come in and check it out, How bout’ I make you a garbage plate, well, the Carmen-Garbage plate, we don’t do chilli here, but I think you’ll like what I pull together” he offered. 

I took another drag of my joint, contemplating. “Alright. Shops been slow today so, Mel won’t notice if I sneak an extra few minutes in” i put out the nub on the wall, before dropping it and crushing it under the toe of my boot. 

“C’mon” he nods, pulling open the large metal door that leads into the kitchen.

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[escapism-writer]

Talk to me - Gavi x Reader

A/n: Heres to me one day having a good upload schedule! I wrote this all in one go and do not have the motivation to re-read it sorry.

Summary: You felt to afraid to ask for help, but that didn’t matter when Gavi finds you crying alone.

Warnings: Angst, comfort, not proof read.

You lifted your legs towards your chest, protecting yourself from all the thoughts that raced through your head. Tears started to escape one by one, your ears started to ring. You couldn’t tell what you were feeling but whatever it was, you wanted it to stop. The more your thoughts clashed with each other the more forceful the tears fell, fighting against you holding them in. As the mixture of pain, sorrow and confusion became unbearable you stopped fighting. Then it hit you. Why were you crying here alone? You pushed away the thought of feeling sorry for yourself.

Anger hit you like a rubber band being pulled until it snapped. You felt your tears fall more violently, your thoughts became more blame full on everyone around you. You had done nothing but tried your best and it lit a flame inside, to know no one had noticed. You wanted to scream. You wanted to throw everything nearby, to create a bubble spaced from anything that could cause you to break anymore. Anytime anyone asked for help you were there, hell, even if they looked sad for five minutes you dropped everything to help them out, making jokes to lift their spirits or giving them advice to try and console them.

Yet here you were, after months and months of build up. Even when people did notice, they didn’t help. They’d ask you, “Are you sure your okay?” Obviously you didn’t want to bother anyone, so you’d always answer with “Ah, its nothing to worry about!” You knew you couldn’t expect them to just know how you were really feeling, but you really wanted to. If you could know how others felt, then why couldn’t they? Asking for help personally was never going to happen. You were afraid to say something wrong, or make it sound worse then it really was. Your thoughts were cut short by the sound of your bedroom door opening.

“Hola, Mi Vida.”

The voice was undeniably coming from your boyfriend, you mustn’t have noticed him come though the front door. You moved your head in the opposite direction, begging that the footballer would not notice your tear-stained face. You used the sleeve of your, but really Gavi’s, hoodie to wipe your face dry.

“Was wrong Mi Vida?”

You felt the boy’s warmth, as his arms pulled you into a hug from behind. His cologne help your body relax a little in his arms, feeling as safe ad you could. The anger flowed out, replaced back with the original sadness.

“Its nothing to worry about, everything’s better now your here.”

You sighed out, you didn’t lie. Everything always felt better when he was with you. Although he didn’t know it, his touch was a comfort in itself to you. His warmth protected you more than you could have ever.

“I just walked into you crying in the dark. Do you really think thats nothing to worry about?”

You laughed slightly at the thought of what Gavi must’ve seen. How embarrassing! You turned around, giving up hiding your tear-stained cheeks. You looked into his eyes, I he ones that drew you to him from the very beginning. You shot the golden boy a smile, before letting out a light laugh again while shaking your head.

“Hmm, it doesn’t sound like anything to worry about.”

Gavi looked sympathetic, instead of laughing like you had wished he was. You weren’t sure you were ready to talk tonight about your feelings, despite all the mental arguments you had earlier on. His sympathetic face only deepened as he struggled to read you.

“Please talk to me, Y/N. I can’t stand seeing you like this. Te quiero mucho.”

You felt yourself break at his comment. You bit your lower lip, trying to prevent yourself from bursting into tears for the second time in one night. As you considered what to say, your mind was infected by pain that spread faster than you could cut it off. Your eyes met with Gavis once more. Seeing his brown doe eyes lingering with empathy you felt yourself collapse again.

“I don’t know if I can keep living like this Pablo.”

Tears returned, as if they had never left. You hated breaking down in front of others. Watching them unsure on how to comfort you, only made you worry more. Though Gavi was not like that. He instantly pulled you into a hug before whispering into your ear.

“I’ll always be here for you, I can help you if you just tell me what I can do-“

“Can you just lay here with me.”

Gavi pulled from the hug, adjusting his position. He moved himself under the blanket, patting a place next to him. You rested your head on top of his chest, falling deeper into sleep as you synchronised your breathing with his. You followed the beating of his heart, until your body completely relaxed, free from any emotion it held before.

“Te quiero, princesa.”

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[seancekitsch]

Soft, sleepy Cahir? Just...give that man some rest

hey isn't it cool i finally answered this months later!! im sorry my dear :(

“Hi. Can you do enemies to lovers with Cahir? “

i combined the two requests!!!

“Why don’t you just lay down?” you huff, rolling your eyes as you shift on the bed. Cahir sits rigid on the side of the bed, his only resting being his spine against the headboard. His eyes stay fixed on the candle on the table near the window, his body refusing to relax. 

“Why?” he asks, “So you can slit my throat while I sleep and claim your reward?”

You smirk, laughing soundlessly.

“Is that a joke?”

Finally, the man turns just ever so slightly to look your way.

“I’d do it to you,” he admits, and yes, you have to understand his point. He’s a two time Nilfgaardian fugitive traveling with a half elf misfit with ties to a witcher. It’s surprising you even got this room at an inn without being arrested. 

“And yet here I am lounging comfortably next to you. A beautiful woman in your bed and you sit here sulking,” you tease him, knowing full well that just yesterday you had a knife to his throat. The man is infuriating. 

“Some solider you are,” you bite, and maybe thats a little unfair. Cahir turns to you, and in the candlelight you can see just how tired and weak he is, the bags under his eyes purpled and sunken, his brow furrowed with stress, the corners of his mouth turned down as if keeping a straight expression had become too exhausting. He leans in closely.

“Just because I am not some pervert with no honor does not mean I am not a good soldier,” he hisses, and you know you’ve struck deeper than you thought you did. 

But you’ve never been one to back down, just diffuse. 

“Easy,” you warn, shifting to sit up next to him, leaning towards his frame until you share the same air, “I did not mean to prick you between your armor. I apologize.”

It surprises even yourself how earnest you sound; no, how earnest you are. Cahir’s shoulders slump, conceding. 

“You’re right, I’ll lay down,” he nods, shifting on the pillows until he lays next to you, both of you now staring at the ceiling, the candlelight finally starting to dim. 

“I should listen to your more, Witch,” he admits, his voice little more than a whisper, “This feels nice.”

You turn to look at him, the ghost of a smile now tugging at his lips. You open your mouth, thinking of something smart to retort with, but nothing comes. 

Instead, you let him have this one and try to focus on sleeping. 

You wake up warm, warmer than the sun’s light should make you. Fear grips you for a moment, worried the candle your travel companion had lit had tipped over in the night somehow despite the window being firmly shut. But the crackling of flames does not reach your ears, and your body relaxes into the warmth, your eyes shutting tightly as you nuzzle into the warmth and snuggle deeper. This is the comfiest you’ve been in ages, the chill and tension wiped from your muscles. 

“Stop- Stop squirming,” the lump of blankets you cling to mutters, and you all but jump away. 

“Cahir!” your voice a weak and cracked yelp, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t-“

“Come back,” he mumbles, the crease in his brow pronounced in annoyance.

You ease back in slowly, trying to mimic the natural tangle of limbs that you’d been in since some vulnerable point in the night.

“Thats it,” he encourages you, his arms coming back around you to cradle you gently. You tighten your grip on him slowly, until you’re lazily clutching him with your arms and legs, wrapped around him so naturally. His hand comes up to the back of your head, dipping you further into his chest until you’re laying on him.

“Are you always this clingy in the morning?” you joke, hoping it comes off more playful than moment ruining. He’s not a bad man, as much as you’d like to tell him. Laying with him like this is… nice. Sweet, even. 

“Only when my bedmate is as infuriating and… soft as you,” he mumbles against you, sleep creeping back into his voice. As it seems, he was even more tired than you thought. When was the last time he had slept well? Weeks? Months? You dare not ask… years?

You chuckle, and close your eyes, resting your cheek against his clavicle, letting yourself lean into the embrace. Cahir sighs, and his lips brush against your hairline. It’s not a kiss, but it isn’t some innocent gesture either. 

You decide not to read too much into it as you fall back asleep.

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[dabislittlemouse]

BURNING DESIRE

Chapter 1

Dabi x fem!Reader

Chapter 2 is out!

Warnings: none at the moment. Love at the first sight. This fanfiction will contain nsfw themes, will lead to smut soon. It will be extremely slow-burn, it will contain angst and drama. Depending on my mood it won’t be updated too fast with each chapter, but I’ll try my best. This will be alternated between Dabi’s POV and your own too.

Plot: You are a new recruit to the League of Villains. Coming from a dark past, you’ll try as much as you can to change this fucked up society and get your revenge. But what happens when feelings for a certain raven haired arsonist get in the way?

Comment if you wanna be tagged in the future chapters. All characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi.

P.s the reader is extremely gorgeous and breathtaking (BECAUSE THATS HOW YOU ARE BETCH). The reader’s POV will come in the upcoming chapters.

Walking past the narrow street, Giran was eyeing the building where he was supposed to meet the new recruit. All he knew that the recruit was a girl, who Tomura Shigaraki had requested a few days ago for her to be found. Giran didn’t care what Tomura would do to her, all he wanted was the money in the end.

Finally finding the building, he almost stopped on his traces when he saw your figure walk out of it.

Damn, what a sight for sore eyes you were..

....

“A new female member? I’m so excited!” Toga said happily as she jumped around the place.

“I wonder what her quirk might be, since the leader specifically requested for her to be here” Spinner said.

“I bet she is awesome! No, she could be a bitch!” Twice exclaimed. All this talking and babbling around were getting into the scarred villain’s nerves. He was smoking a cigarette, leaning to the counter of the bar and a glass of whiskey in his right hand. Most of the time he just wanted to either leave or kill everyone in here, but he had to stay if he wanted to make his own ambitions a reality. Also, not that his crewmates weren’t that bad, they were just annoying.

“Why so quiet Dabi? Aren’t you excited to see who the new member will be?” Toga asked coming near him, touching his shoulder.

“Not a single bit” Dabi muttered annoyed “Now get off me you lunatic” he said as he puffed smoke from his mouth. At that moment Tomura Shigaraki entered the bar, the room immediately quieting down as he sat on the stool, getting a glass and pouring it with whiskey.

“Giran and the new recruit are on their way, Tomura Shigaraki” Kurogiri’s voice was heard. “They might take less than 45 minutes to arrive”

“Good” Shigaraki replied. Then he turned his head to look at Dabi smoking, annoyance plastering his covered face. “Do not smoke inside. Get out” he ordered.

“As if I care” Dabi replied, getting on Shigaraki’s nerves like usual and making the leader question himself why the hell has he not disintegrated this patch-work of a man yet. “I smoke wherever I want”

“Bet you won’t say the same when I disintegrate your burned face. Oh wait, you won’t even manage to say anything at all” Tomura said threateningly.

“Bet!” Dabi smirked, cigarette between his teeth as his hands lit up on hot blue flames.

“Now now, why don’t we calm down shall we?” Mr.Compress said, always so firm and mature, the most mature of them all along with Kurogiri. Dabi and Shigaraki, the strongest villains of the team and yet behaved like siblings, always picking on each other and annoying everyone. Suddenly a knock silenced everyone, as their eyes were directed towards the door.

“They’re here already?” Magne said surprised. The door opened to reveal Giran, a cigarette between his lips.

“She’s here” the only words he said. Tomura Shigaraki had his eyes glued on the door waiting for the new member to enter. It was kind of an awkward silence. Steps were heard and that’s when you entered. Wearing only a baggy hoodie which hid your beautiful body, only your plush thighs to reveal, fishnets and boots covering your legs. It felt like the bar suddenly had lack of oxygen. All eyes were glued on you, especially Dabi who earlier pretended that he didn’t give a shit. He had shared bed with many women, plenty of them who he just found them pretty enough to fuck them stupid. But you? The one who just walked in, had a beauty that could literally blind you, an unique aura that surrounded your figure.

As your enter, your eyes start wandering around to see the people that surrounded you. They went from Shigaraki to Toga, from Spinner to Twice, from Compress to Magne, to the others until....

Your eyes locked together. Dabi stared back at you with those azure orbs of his. Sudden awkwardness and tension was felt around the air as you kept looking at him. He thought you found him disgusting, shocked that a human could look like this, and he didn’t feel that surprised. Who could blame you? But there was not a single glimpse of disgust shown on your face, instead you stared in awe..and almost blushing? As Dabi kept staring back at you, kind of hungrily we might say, your cheeks started heating up and Dabi noticed that. He still couldn’t believe what he was seeing, you blushing at him. The whores he had fucked would blush because of his monster cock, that’s what he always thought.

Then he saw your nervousness and embarrassment washing your face as he smirked slightly, giving you a hint that you were giving yourself away too much. Your eyes went somewhere else, to the boss, where you decided to keep the seriousness.

“So, you are (Y/N) . To what do I owe the pleasure of finally meeting you? I really thought you wouldn’t even accept to come here” Shigaraki said in his crispy voice.

So (Y/N). Her name is (Y/N). What an angelic name to such angelic human being, Dabi thought. You were pretty yes, but you were also hot. He couldn’t contain himself, if he didn’t jerk off soon he would literally expose himself to the others. Imagine how it would feel breaking you...

“Well, first I need to see who I will be dealing with, what our goals are and what I’ll be benefiting from all of this” your soft voice said, yet it was like a voice who sounded innocent but at the same time serious and threatening. Like a little devil in angel disguise.

“Nice point” Shigaraki said. “Well, our goal as the League of Villains is to destroy this rotten society, where corrupted heroes...” and so he kept talking and talking, clarifying every question you had and giving answers. Then the conversation was finally done.

“Okay so, joining the League doesn’t sound bad. Besides, I am already being chased by the police so... at least I can give them a better reason to chase me” you smirk. Toga jumped happily around the place as she wrapped herself around your arm.

“I’m so excited that you joined! So happy! Another female in our group, how neat! We could do lots of fun stuff together with Magne, also did I tell you are so gorgeous?” little Toga kept talking and talking, until Dabi interrupted her.

“Hey crazy, you better sit your ass down and shut up. We don’t want to scare new members away do we?” Dabi said, sticking out another cigarette from the pack.

“Oh I don’t get scared that easily” he heard your voice say. “Especially not from such adorable person like her. But who might you be? You seem to be so caring about the well-being of new members?” you raised your eyebrow.

Oh yes, cocky and sarcastic, Dabi thought. That added to the flavor.

“Right now I go by Dabi. I don’t usually give a shit about new members but you seem like a kid who needs guidance” he said cockily, that shit-eating grin on his face making itself known.

“Well listen here ‘right now I go by Dabi’, I don’t think your leader would even suggest me being here if I was just a weak kid so.... don’t be surprised if I can even beat all of you here at the same time” you chuckle. Dabi sat up as he leaned closer to you, closer and closer until you started backing up. Now he could see you more clearly, that skin of yours which he felt the need to leave marks on. He noticed your blush from earlier showing up again, oh my. What a beautiful sight. He would have fun with you being around the League.

“Oh doll, you wouldn’t even dare....” he whispered as he blocked your tiny figure with one of his toned arms leaning against the wall. He heard your breath hitch, as you gulped and tried to avoid eye contact. His large hand grabbed your chin and lifted your head up.

“Do not fucking touch m-"

“Look at me...” he deeply whispered, interrupting you.

“I am looking” your meek voice said.

“No you weren’t” he said as he leaned closer. The heat radiating from your cheeks could even be felt from miles away. What the fuck is wrong with her, he thought. You looked exactly like these schoolgirls who saw their boy crushes on the hallway.

“Hey Dabi, you can be less intimidating for now and maybe just let her adjust to the new people” Mr Compress said and Dabi decided to pull away.

It took a moment for you to calm down. As you kept getting to know other members, Dabi went out and sat down in the balcony of the base. As he smoked, Magne came out too, sitting down on his right.

“Pretty, yes?” she suddenly said.

“What are you talking about” Dabi asked.

“The new member, I’ve never seen such beauty before. I bet you noticed it didn’t you..” Magne replied.

“And? Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I noticed the way you looked at each other , the way she stared at you” she said as she started litting a cigarette up.

“Yeah I did notice, what a fucking weirdo. Why did she even stare like that, I couldn’t even understand what was going on in that stupid head of hers..” he adds.

“I don’t think ‘weirdo’ is the right term to describe that kind of situation” Magne chuckled.

“Then how do ya explain that?” Dabi asked impatiently. Magne turned at him, removing the cig from her lips as she spoke.

“I bet you’ll cringe to what I’ll say to you right now, but not that I care. I’ll just tell the plain truth”

Dabi leaned closer, paying attention to what Magne was about to say, hoping that what she’d say would at least clear it up. Why did he even care for it to get cleared up in the first place? Why was he even here? Why did he-

“Ever heard of love at the first sight?” Magne said as Dabi stared at her with a dumbfounded look on his face, his eyes wide open.

What?

Dabi bursted out laughing hysterically as Magne stared at him irritated. If his ducts weren’t burnt, for sure he’d have tears in his eyes by now.

“Oh c’mon, ya did not just tell me this Romeo and Juliet crap!”

“I most certainly did” Magne answered. “And it is not crap. It is something common that happens in people’s lives”

Dabi then came close to her face, his turquoise eyes reflected in her glasses.

“Have a look at my face and reconsider your little theory again” he said as he stood up to leave. “Even if this crap is real, it does not apply to me”

Magne let out a defeated sigh as the villain stood up and left. Deep down she hoped it was exactly as he said, just for the sake of that girl. Definitely crushing on a man like him would be like playing with fire, which in the end would get you burned and ruined forever.

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[0prettygirl-jay0]

~•little stalker•~ dabi x reader

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context~ your dabi’s little stalker, and one night on your usual following him around…he catches you.

•warnings• delulu reader, stalking, obsession, blood, dabi is five years older then reader, cutting is kinda mentioned.

•reader is kinda like toga but her quirk is blood manipulation (means she can use blood to make a weapon or anything.)

•highly recommend listening to: the red means i love you by madds buckly. ;)

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four months ago, i walked past a dark alleyway on the way home from work, blue flames lit up my eyes and blue light lit up the alleyway. my ears heard the screams of two men, begging and pleading for their life as they burned alive in the beautiful flames. i stood there expressionless, looking at the culprit, with black hair, blue eyes, and purple scars. who was smirking back at me with a raised brow. the smell of blood filled my nostrils, along with the smell of burning flesh, my eyes turning red. i ran and ran until my legs gave out, chest heaving from fear of my quirk and exhaustion.

for four months i kept seeing the black haired villain, whether it be by accident or on purpose. he intrigued me, the way his flames gave me that thrill, just like the way the blood trickled down my thighs, down my arms….that was a once in a lifetime feeling, the feeling of satisfaction or thrill or something else, not like i can describe it.

info ive found so far on mr. hot villian. i smiled as i look down at the notepad, going over every ounce of information ive gotten over the past four months. not a lot…

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•name: dabi

•height: 5’9

•age: 23

• purple scars that surrounded half of his body due to the heat of his quirk. name: blueflames.

•has hidden anger towards the now number one hero, endeavor. i have to admit their eyes have a similarity…

•dabi allies with the league of villains, but even then…he doesn’t seem to fit in.

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looking back up and at the southside view of musutafu, wearing all black for my usual stalk my man who doesn’t know he’s my man. i sat and huffed out of boredom on the edge of the roof building with my legs dangling and kicking back and fourth was where i spent my friday night, in the ghetto, across from me, the base of the league of villians where dabi had entered a few hours ago. leaving me to my thoughts and the cold night breeze of musutafu.

“unusual..” my cold breath hit the night air as i softly breathed out. ive never understood human society, they split the world in halves..heros and villains..what makes a hero? and what makes a villain? what right do people have to split the world by hero quirks and villainous quirks. what right do they have to judge? all my childhood, people had judge me, my life, my choices. my father told me the reason he left on my seventh birthday was because he couldnt handle living under the same roof as a monstrosity that killed his wife, my mother…he told me during childbirth i had stripped my mother clean, every last drop of blood was sucked dry. a monster is what “my family” called me, for good reason…what kind of child kills her mother, their creator.

“they say, strange fascination and..infatuation….a lunatic.” my hands rubbed down my face as i mumbled into my hands. all my life, due to my quirk i was pushed aside by society and looked down too…blood manipulation..the sound my vocal cords being produce makes sound waves which allows blood to flow and move at my command, thats as far as i know. ive always had this craving for his blood…for people’s blood.

“tell me whats suits your taste?…i just wanna taste.” i softly said as black hair and blue eyes filled my vision from afar walking out of the bar and onto the quiet dark street…finally. dabi’s steps were quick in pace with a blonde school girl trailing behind him. i hated her and that stupid annoying voice… not like im jealous of her, our quirks are almost alike but we’re definitely polar opposites. the cold breeze surrounded my body again as i started walking along the building ledges right along side the two. the thoughts of red liquid filled my mind. shit. i lost them.

“ouuu dabi! she’s pretty, can we keep her?! she’ll be my new little toy, and sucked dry!” toga’s squealing was heard from behind me. how the fuck did they get here so fast? my hair blew in the wind as i turned my head to look over my shoulder and my hood blew off.

“who do you work for? why have you been following me?” dabi’s calm voice was heard speaking now as i turned around fully. shit, he looks even finer in person…my daydreams came to an end as i saw blonde buns come into my view, i also felt the knife that went straight into my stomach. twisting slightly to the left and right, my face scrunched up a bit…finally. my blood drips from my bare waist down to my hips and into a puddle of blood, down at my feet and with a smile i looked up to stare at toga who yanked the knife back and took a few steps back.

“and ive always heard its whats inside that counts…” the two looked at me in shock as i walked towards toga, while blood continued pour out on the floor. bubbles rose to the top as if heating up.

“cause my insides are red, and yours are too, and the red on my face is matching you.” the blood formed behind me as i shaped it to be a knife similar to toga’s, a wound appeared on her cheek and arm, walking past dabi who stood silently with a smirk, my hips swayed and blood spikes impaled toga, her blood drip down on the floor as she heaved and tried to hold her body up to continue fighting.

“fuck….goodness your bleeding…what a wonderful feeling, your down and your pleading, my head is just reeling.” my eyes admired the blonde being struck with fear and covered in blood.

“your so pretty…covered in your own blood..” my soft voice spoke in the cold air, my red eyes looking down at the teenage girk, looking back at dabi who stood behind me with a hand around my throat.

“think you can handle me, doll?” his ego filled his words with venom, his hooded blue eyes staring at me and a smirk on his stupid, handsome face.

“the red means i love you, tasting your blood means i love you…”i whispered as my hips swayed side to side and i started walking the both of us backward, backing dabi into the roof wall. red blood spikes pinned dabi’s arms to the wall concrete of the roof. my red eyes looked up at dabi’s scrunched up face that tried to hide the pain he was feeling. my hands gripped the back of his nape to look down at me.

“dont follow me dabi..” i hopped off the roof ledge and went running into the darkness of musutafu.

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part two????🤷‍♀️ sorry if its ass, im so high rn.

#mha dabi #dabi x reader #touya x reader #touya todoroki #my hero academia #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #dabi #bnha dabi #dabi smut #dabi todoroki #bnha touya #mha touya #mha smut #mha x reader #todoroki touya

[fangirlofbooksandpasta]

How did you meet?

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

TW: depression, loneliness, general angst

Setting: basically a recap of reader's relationship with Sirius as a flashback after Harry asks how reader and Sirius met.

Note: i have slept not at all so if language weird thats why hihi<3

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Rain was hitting the window in the darkness. The cable-knit sweater was way too big for you, but since the only heating in the small house came from a few candles and the fireplace, you didn’t really mind. The smell of lemongrass and rose tea wrapped around you like a hug from an old friend when you opened the small container. It had illustrations of flowers, but you didn’t know which ones. His favourite tea. A small smile formed on your lips. Your shoulders relaxed.

It was quite late. You should probably have been at sleep long ago, but you had to read a particularly interesting chapter for History of Magic. Marlene, who you shared a room with, was snoring a little too much for you to be able to concentrate. You took the long an cold staircase to the common room of the dormitory, ready to take your favourite spot in the well-used but unbelievably comfortable sofa.

 What surprised you was the fact that the fire was lit, and, worse of all, someone was sitting in your spot.

You paused in the doorway, trying to figure out who it was. Even in the dim room it wasn’t difficult to tell. The semi long black hair gave it away. Even though you weren’t in the same grade, and had never really spoken before, you almost immediately could tell that this was Sirius Black.

“Good evening,” he said, disrupting your focus. He had looked up to see you while you were staring, eyebrows furrowed and everything. You smiled and blushed slightly while looking away for a few seconds. It was safe to say that you had had a little crush on him for a while now. But who didn’t?

“What are you doing here this late?” you asked with a slightly playful tone, looking back in his direction. He smiled at the question, recognising the tone in your voice.  

“I could ask you the same.”

You smiled and moved to sit down in the sofa opposite him. The floor seemed to creak louder in the dead of night. Sirius didn’t seem to have come down to the common room with the same purpose as you. The only thing he apparently had had with him was a cup of tea, freshly made since the steam was still visible and the cup almost full. Had he just been staring into the flames until now?

“History of magic, huh?” he nodded towards your book on the small table while you tried getting comfortable with a thin blanket. You nodded as an answer to his question. Shortly you looked into his grey-blue eyes. Already at 15 he seemed to have a depth to him, which you never could describe. At least not until you knew. But on this night, the first night as you would come to call it, it all felt lighter. No sorrows but your own.

The dried flowers hanging from the ceiling caught your eye as you waited for the water to heat up. A sigh. The rain drumming on the window. Your finger moved along the old wood of the windowpane as you listened to the crackling of the fire from the room next door and longed for warmer days.

“I’m so scared I’ll fail the test tomorrow,” you said with closed eyes as a breeze blew your hair into your face. You hurriedly moved it away, afraid of looking ridiculous in front of him. He smiled at your act.

“I’m almost 100 percent certain you will do best of all of us. You will put James, Lilly and me to shame.” He answered. You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or joking around. Usually it was the latter. That’s just what he was like.

You looked up at him. The air was cold in the last days of March. But James had insisted on you coming along when the group, Marauders as they apparently called themselves, needed a break from studying.

“I honestly cannot tell if you are kidding or not,” you said, making Sirius chuckle. His laugh comforted you. It sounded like warmth and… home? Home.

He looked around you, making sure that no one was around to see what he did next. His slightly cold hand brushed against your cheek as you leaned closer towards each other. His lips met yours, and for a few seconds the two of you disappeared into a place where there were only the two of you.

His kisses always felt like a breath of fresh air. Like security. Like longing and love and pain and home and love. All at the same time.

You rolled up the sleeves of the big sweater as you poured the tea into two mugs, the steam in your face, heating up your cold nose a little.

His nose touched yours as you snuggled up to him in the nearing too small bed. You rested your hand on his bare chest, drawing circles around his tattoo. There was silence, but it was as if none of you needed words.

His fingers brushed through your hair, giving you goosebumps. His lips on your forehead.

“It’s so insane, isn’t it?” you asked quietly. He nodded while starring out into the air and continued to brush through your hair.

It felt like the whole world was falling apart at the same time as everything was coming together. Voldemort’s army on the rise. Lily and James about to be parents – you and Sirius about to be godparents.

“I want to remember us this way,” he whispered. You could hear he was upset and without realising you tightened your grip around him, as if he would slip away from you if you didn’t hold on to him.

If only it had been that easy.

Holding the two mugs filled to the edge with calming tea you slowly made your way to the other room, from where you could hear the fire crackling. Your new slippers hugged your feet perfectly, even though they weren’t your favourite colour. You sat the mugs on the little table next and sat down on one of the chairs. The house was quiet, at least for a moment. You looked at the old mug, the one with your name on it.

You stared into the air. The silence was so empty, like a vacuum. A hole in space and time in which you had fallen without any means of getting out. But at the same time the air was full of all the thoughts in your mind. How was it possible to be so full and so empty at the same time?

Tears streamed down your cheeks, but little sound came from you. You lifted the old mug to your lips with the hope that the warm tea would soothe you. But it almost just made it worse. Everything reminded you of him. It reminded you of him being taken away from you unjustly. It reminded you that you were completely alone once again. And so was he.

In the following days you made your way by Privet Drive. You saw the baby, Harry. Your godson. And that would be the last time in many, many years.

You didn’t want to leave, but you couldn’t stay either. But no matter where you went, there was always a piece of you missing.

Sometimes you imagined him as a ghost holding you in his arms while you cried yourself to sleep. Or smiling sadly but proudly at you when you laughed with what few friends you could find. When you cooked his favourite dinner. You could almost see him in the doorframe. Almost feel his arms around your waist and his beard scratching your neck as he snuggled into you.

But in the end you were alone, and for so long.

And alone you were again.

“I knew you would find me,” Sirius said in a raspy voice. His frame was small. He was exhausted and almost collapsed in your arms once you embraced him.

“I will always find you my love,” you whispered tearfully.

None of you said much in those moments. Not much needed saying. You knew Harry and his friends standing behind you were likely extremely confused. But that was of no importance to either you or Sirius in that moment.

Suddenly, you could feel again.

Which is why it was so painful when he was taken from you again.

“How did you and Sirius meet?” Harry asked while sipping his tea. You smiled sadly while staring at your own cup, wondering how you would tell the story of you and the love of your life in a way that wouldn’t be heartbreaking.

“It was late, in the dorm. Neither of us could sleep, and I had to study. I came down and, well, there he was,” you began and chuckled shortly to yourself before you continued, “sitting in my spot.”

#Sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius x reader #the marauders #marauders #harry potter #hp #hp universe #angst #sad #romance #cute #hogwarts #fanfic #famfiction #fandom

[odysseys-blood]

Since you adore knowing whatever self endangerment I inflict upon myself, did I ever mention that back when I was a teenager I used to burn my leg hair out of boredom?

Yeah, I was that kid with lighters.

oh yeah ive seen you mention that before and while i recognize that you are a respectable responsible adult It Scares Me That You Have Access To Things.

i dont have much of a leg to stand on i have 2 fire adjacent incidents from the past year.

1) tried to light a citronella candle to repel mosquitoes while i was on the porch a few months back but the candle had been outside Forever so the wick was basically unusable. so i was like "well its all fine if the wax just gets melted right thats the point" and knowing pine straw catches fire real easy i stuck a little in the top and borrowed my dad's lighter and lit it until the flame got Too Big for my comfort so i ended up putting it out like 5 minutes in

2) so earlier this month during a winter storm the power cut out exactly as i was abt to heat up soup (extremely hungry + was supposed to be eatig more regularly after getting my diagnosis and trying to be a good patient + tired) so. after waiting like an hour for the power to cut back on and complaining to anyone who was awake about my soup i poured it in a metal pot and put the biggest candle we had under it in desparation. it did actually start heating up but the power came back on before it even got hot ofc so then i could just pop it in the michael wave. but i sent a picture to my mom of my rig (cooling rack sat on 2 tea bixes which sat on peanut butter jars)

jesus did not heat my fucking soup with miracles that morning the damn poser

#cliff finally answers #theunstablejester

[pbs-theundeadmaggot]

with ears to see and eyes to hear // Changes

(Soulmate AU) Eddie Munson x gn!reader

[a/n] please re-read previous parts if you haven't already major changes have been made (sorry)

[warnings?] this is from Eddie's POV, mentions of smoking and drinking

Series masterlist available here!

Smoke danced away into the pitch black of the night as Eddie let out a harsh sigh for the thousandth time that evening. He’d stayed behind to finish off a deal which led to a small altercation between him and another student who wanted to scam him out of pocket. Usually Eddie wouldn’t resort to fighting but when fragile little jocks think they can use their daddy’s status to get ahead of him, thats where he decided to teach them a lesson or two. 

Thankfully the jock was not very jock like, being built like a literal twig meant the fight was more or less over after a couple of punches. Although, that didn't mean he left completley unscathed. Wayne would’ve had a fit if he’d seen Eddie walk in bloody and bruised so it was a good thing he was currently out of town for work, leaving Eddie to spiral away inside his mind with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. 

He’d been feeling a little odd recently, like his brain was all fogged up and heavy but he drew it down to the stress of wanting to perfect the upcoming Hellfire campaign. He wouldn’t admit this to the kids but he loved seeing the grins plastered on their face when he announced his plans, the way their eyes lit up and floods of laughs and screams float through the air, building up the energy until it overflowed with joy. 

To others dnd was a stupid game made for misfits and devil worshippers, to Eddie and the kids it was an escape, a fantasy. It was what joined them together and gave them a safe place to be themselves in all their geeky glory. He wanted to be someone they could look up to, not just as a dungeon master but as a friend and a brother. To be a someone that he never had. Truthfully, he would do absolutley anything for them if they asked and as much as they had their moments of tantrums and tears, well they were stuck with him for good.

Slowly and almost unconciously he began to slip away into a detached dream like state, where the fog began to lift revealing a bright white scene before flashing into the unknown. 

Like a painting being pulled into reality he watched as a couple stood side by side, looking out into the distance, the woman cradling her pregnant stomach as her partner wrapped one arm around her petite frame.

Sweet and short, the image soon distorted until it was engulfed by flames, smog encumbering the area as the same women appeared. Although this time, disheveled and in pain running as if she was being chased, her once white flowy dress now torn and muddy.

Holding tightly onto a book, old and bound in leather it seemed almost ancient and certainly important. The edges of her fingers going white from the iron strong grip she kept on it, fear in her eyes as she searched for an escape from something unknown. A flash appearing and disappearing fading out back into reality for Eddie to piece together like a puzzle, except he only had the first few pieces.

Unsure as to what had just occurred, he stared at the pile of cigarette ash blow away with the cool breeze of the night. He didn’t know how long he’d been out for but considering his cigarette was long gone and the beer bottle he once held, now lay on the grass beneath him, it had to have been a while.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #with ears to see and eyes to hear series? #joseph quinn stranger things #joseph quinn #Joe Quinn #Eddie chocolate button eyes Munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things imagine #slow burn #mutual pining #eddie the freak munson #pbs-thedesecrated

[purplesimmer455]

The next morning, Megan got up and freshened up before heading to the living room. She was going to light the fire and warm up by it and was pleasantly surprised when she saw Iseul standing by it already. “Morning Is.” She said, smiling. Iseul smiled back, “Morning Megs.” She said, and she grinned as Megan stood next to her and reached out to warm herself from the flames. “Your pajamas are cute Megs, but you have to wear flannel ones for this trip or else you’re going to freeze your butt off.” She teased, and Megan grumbled good naturedly. “Yeah, you have a point. It’s nice when I’m sleeping in bed or snuggling with Tessie, but not so nice when I have to walk from my room to the living room.” She added and Iseul shook her head and smiled as she looked at Megan.

Iseul and Megan then sat on the couch and talked about stuff from college, their favorite tv shows, and Iseul’s eyes lit up when Megan said she likes watching Forged: San Myshuno. “My dad loves it, so whenever I go to visit him and mom, he and I will get some snacks and watch it together when it’s on and it’s kind of addicting.” Iseul grinned. “I always knew Haoran was cool.” She said. “What about me?” Megan joked. “I guess you're okay.” Iseul joked back and Megan poked her shoulder before she and Iseul laughed. Plus, Iseul brought up what happened in her life after she and Megan had stopped seeing each other. “I moved to Bridgeport for a bit and got a motorcycle which was definitely worth it.” Megan grinned. “Unfortunately I was dating this woman who didn't really love me the way I loved her, but I kept trying in the relationship until one day it got too exhausting and I realized she didn’t really like me as me, you know?” Megan nodded. “It’s her loss, Is. Because you’re amazing and handsome and funny and sweet and any woman would be lucky to be with you.” Iseul grinned. “Objectively handsome, not that I think you’re handsome in that way-stop making that face, Is.” Megan said laughing and blushing a bit as Iseul gave her a mischievous playful smile. “I’m sorry Megs, it’s just funny to see you rambling like you used to.” Iseul said, and Megan grinned before smacking Iseul’s arm lightly.

Megan also asked Iseul about how meeting Grace’s parents had gone. “It was pretty good.” Iseul bit her lip and added cautiously. "I love Gracie and her parents are sweet, I'm not trying to rag on them." Megan nodded. "Her mom is a bit traditional and thats not bad but she wants Grace and me to get married before we move in, and she's scandalized that we sleep over at each other's apartments and Grace wouldn't even hold my hand or kiss my cheek in front of her. I like her but I don't know how I feel about having her be my mom-in-law." Iseul confessed. "I understand." Megan said. "Did you talk to Grace about this?" She asked. "Kind of. I feel guilty telling her that I love her but I'm not sure about having her mom be so involved in our lives." Megan nodded. "I know, it is daunting. When I started dating Tess for real, it was an adjustment to have to go through the meeting the parents and having in-laws and their opinions on your relationship and such again. Thankfully my moms-in-law are amazing but it was definitely a challenge. Maybe talk to Grace and Amna, and it'll clear stuff up and it'll be worth it when you're married to Grace and you guys have two cats and a dog." Iseul grinned. "Yeah, I will, thanks Megs. Also you still remember that?" Megan rolled her eyes. "Duh, you'd always say that when you got married you'd adopt two cats and a dog with your wife." Iseul nodded, and she bit her lip. Back when she and Megan were dating in college, she'd constantly find herself thinking of getting married to Megan and the two of them living with their pets and having family come over and just being happy together. She had liked the idea a lot, but pushed it aside because she didn't know if Megan loved her back at the time. "Yeah, I still want that." She said half to herself and half to Megan now, and cleared her throat. "I mean marrying Grace and adopting a bunch of fur babies with her." She added quickly. Megan grinned. "Then I'll be the cool auntie for those fur babies who'll buy them gifts and such." She said, and Iseul grinned. "Deal, you'll take care of them with Tess every weekend." She joked. "Fine." Megan said, nudging Iseul’s shoulder with her own.

#ts4 #mysims #Iseul Kang #Megan Liao

[fenic-the-clown]

DARK CARNIVAL LORE EPISODE #2 -EMPIRE BUILT OF FUN AND MURDER

It had been a straight year since the creation of the carnival, they practiced their acts and went over a potential schedule the only thing they had to do now was make money the good old fashioned way....Crime, they started small with night muggings then it came to shoplifting and then stick-ups it got to the point where the law would patrol the streets more often making it harder for the freaks to get money so Fenic gathered her lieutenants and they spent 4 long hours planning a long stretch of heists to pull off using their decently sized group all at once. Their first target was a measly gas station just up the road, she gathered up 10 clowns and Reaver and set off in that now painted over armored truck and smashed through the entrance of that backwater town gas station they busted out the dolly and snatched the ATM and even snatched the register meanwhile the cashier had just walked out of the restroom dumbfounded "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" he shouted all the while laughter from Fenic and her clowns filled the building, before the poor worker could call the cops Reaver had grabbed him, tied him up and locked him in the restroom, by the time she got back Fenic's clowns had just finished pumping gas all over the store Fenic held a lighter flicking the flame on and off eager to set this place ablaze.

Reaver gave her the thumbs up Fenic's smile grew wild Reaver called for the clowns to get back in the truck she got behind the wheel and Fenner lit the place ablaze and as they drove off the gaspumps exploded marking they had been there, the law showed up 10 minutes later confused and angry meanwhile the clowns pulled up to their second hit a grocery store, Reaver didnt exactly want to hold an entire store hostage knowing it was a bad idea she had to convince Fenic to skip over it and head for the rear end and just smash through into the warehouse and take what they could, Fenic considered it knowing food was also important especially for a growing family of freaks and clowns she figured sure what the hell and they smashed through grabbed what they could carry and fled back to the Carnival tucked away deep within what they called Dead-clown's swamp a name i will get into later.

They spent the next few weeks once again doing minor crimes and hits until one evening some folks were sighted in the swamp but thats a story for another time.

END OF EPISODE 2

#ai artwork #image dump #ai art #ai generated #a.i art #ai #ai image #art dump #clown oc #dark carnival #oc lore #oc artwork #oc art

[supraventriculart]

That validation starved feeling of having a new piece to post

And it's this one idea thats kept me going the farthest/

"When I grow up I wanna be a martial artist"/

And as I made my way there, I found which obstacle was the hardest/

When my brain got in my way and stuck me to the floor like a starfish/

I took a shot at it. Didn't fancy myself as a quitter/

But childhood is nothing gained when you had no babysitter/

So big surprise that it huffed my flame and left me cold and bitter/

Many days spent fighting myself instead of fighting in the bigger picture/

Pulled myself to the mats every day but that floor seemed harder than any/

That investment from my masters felt good. But I didn't pay back a penny/

And here I stand. Still with that old helmet he lent me/

And there I land. Knowing hell was the way I sent me/

Weaponized myself when the guns werent enough/

A porcupine with a shell so that they couldn't see nothing to love/

This sword of mine gives me help from those insecurities that're rough/

A quarter to nine shadow in the pm is when I'm up/

And if you use it you lose it, and I have no idea where it went/

The truth is I'm abusing myself into paying me rent/

I'm loose when I'm zooted, but thats just leaving me bent/

I'm cruising to losing and giving up my life for lint/

So then it was this one idea thats kept me going the farthest/

"When I grow up, I wanna be the greatest musical artist!"/

And all of us know that as an indication that something scarred us/

Kinda hard to feel hurt when you turn yourself into stardust/

But fuck it. Writing dosent require no fitness/

You can be as fucked as you want. Just gives more reason to pen this/

Melt your brain like styrofoam so you can get worse and fit in this/

Ain't like you were going anywhere in this fighting business/

And why not let yourself die, you'll at least have done your part/

Blow your brains and scar your parents, but romanticized as art/

That's all it is right? It's just it's a door to a universes start/

Like that window through your head that shows us where your hair would part/

It's not mentally unhealthy if it means that you can profit/

And your friends are just your haters when they beg you please to stop it/

So tie yourself into your page, bury it and lock it/

And maybe you'll get to cut a little more before they spot it/

Notice how these insane people are the ones that you admire/

And that losing your mind is the biggest place that you aspire/

You done chose to take the lit match and turn your brain into pyre/

God forbid what the medics find when you set your brain on fire/

And I've had one last idea that's kept me going the farthest/

"Y'know when I grow up, I wanna be a dead artist!"/

And fuck all you people that contributed to start this/

I'll burn in hell on your behalf, show you which ones the smartest/

#art #music #rap #emo #lyrics #meow #songwriter #trash #deep feelings #poetry #depressing poem #depressing shit #artist #writing #trauma vent #i need attention #stoned #rhyme scheme #martial arts #hiphop

[averagedeadinsomniac]

"𝓛𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷-" | Harry Potter x reader|PROLOGUE

Prologue||chapter-1||chapter-2

It was a cold and foggy night on the street of pivot drive and a elderly man bearded man stood quite alone. He wore ancient robes and had a long white beard. He strolled around the lit road holding what one could only guess was a lighter. He held it to the sky and abstracted the lights of the street lamps like a moth drawing nearer to a flame until he was left alone in the darkness.  He heard a soft meow and turned around and see a cat a few meters away from him. He chuckled lightly and his elderly voice spoke out. "I should of known you would've been here, Professor McGonagall." 

The cat meowed again andante the shadows it transformed. A older woman came out from the darkness and stepped forward. "Good evening Professor Dumbledore." They walked together side by side. "Are the rumors true Albus?" "Im afraid so professor. The good and the bad"

"What about the children?"She asked worriedly. "Hagrid said he would locate and bring them." He tried to ease her but he was barely keeping his own composure for not knowing the were about of his great niece. "Do you think its wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" She fretted over the giant. "Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life." Just as he finished he could here far off revving of engines coming from the sky and her turned. The bright headlight of a motorcycle slowly lowered to the ground skidding to a stop. The huge figure turned off his bike and removed his helmet to reveal the one and only Hagrid. "Professor Dumbledore, sir. Professor McGonagall." He announced holding a small bundle in his arms. The two professors let out a soft sigh of relief. "There was no problems I trust Hagrid?" "No sir! There are many problems afoot. We were only able to locate one of the children. The little tyke feel asleep as we were flying over Bristol." 

The principle froze in a moment of fear. "Which one have you found?" He asked calmly trying to keep his composure. "Little Harry, sir." Where could be young Cypher? He wouldn't have killed her along with her parents. He needs her still. As long as he still holds his curse he couldn't touch her without being stripped of his powers. My poor sister.So much suffering. Dumbledore thought to himself.

"What do you mean you couldn't locate the girl?!" The woman asked harshly. "If she gets in the wrong hands who knows what could happen. She is the embodiment of what could or cannot be and if she goes into the care of the dark lord everything could go wrong."  Dumbledore held a hand to her. "We'll find her as soon as we can. If she goes into the care of a muggle the better it will be for the future. After her 11 birthday awards the beginning of the school year we shall find her and introduce her to our world" He announced. "I'm not sure about the Professor... " she fretted. "Trust me"

The half giant handed the baby over to the professors and they glanced over him. He was snug in his blanket and curled around his tiny fist but what rested upon his forehead was a small scar shaped as a lighting bolt. A small price to pay for such a horrific encounter. The walked over to a nearby doorstep cradling him carefully. "Albus, do you really thinks is safe leaving him with these people. Ive watched them all day and they're the worst sort of muggles imaginable. They really are." She expressed. "They're are the only family he has. They will both be famous." "There won't be a child who won't know his name" "Thats the point, they will be best growing up away from all of that. But until they're ready, they will lay in the muggle world." And with that he played the child on the doorstep along with a letter.

He could never forgive himself for losing his own niece but for now he shall search and leave the boy to rest.

"Good luck, Harry Potter"

#harry potter #harry potter x you #Harry Potter x reader #Harry Potter x y/n #draco malfoy #hermione #ron #the weasly twins #weasly #x reader #oc #magical #magical world #Severus snape #albus dumbledore

[violetren]

Blood of the Basilisk Chapter 18

I am rotating Pyter rotating that pendulum around over and over in my mind. I wanna know what the fuck it is.

When I said I wanted to see Nadani leave the house independently I didn't realise I was wishing on a monkey's paw and that an entire full market in the semidaem ward would get burned down to make it happen, holy shit.

Good to finally meet Dura on page though. She was a delight. Calling everyone in the household Lady, and presumably something along the lines of young master for Pyter just to be sure she doesn't go causing offence is such a good little trait.

Sikudhana needs to elaborate on that "you've got a bit of dragon magic in you" factoid. What did Pyter do? Or could Kota have accidentally done something when removing the slave brand? I'm still leaning towards well intentioned feradrake shenanigans.

Feels like a point of potential worry for Nadani until they figure out how it happened what the nature of the dragon power is though. As far as she is concerned it could be a stealth slave mark. I reckon its probably some kind of "you're family" or "you are loved" type deal instead though just because of the genre we're working in.

I love that Sikudhana's response to Nadani's explanation of why she doesn't think it was a gremlin (complete with unicorn) was just to look at her silently for a moment. Like yeah. Same. You're right arson doesn't sound gremlin-y when you put it like that.

The healing of burns by drawing fire out was cool as fuck. This:

The power of the flame was intoxicating, and it took time for her to clear her head enough to realize the man had spoken to her.

fucking worries me a little. It could be nothing. Could just be an innocent comment on what its like using powers when she hasn't had access or understanding before. Could be me fully projecting just because I once played an onomancer who could get power boosts by exploiting elementals with her magic (at least thats what her master trained her for) and so everytime powers of any kind are described as intoxicating I am primed to go "What if they did get addicted though?"

I love how the community has come together to help not just with clearing and healing and rebuilding, but also making sure food and water and such is there to sustain the folks working and in need of care, up to and including putting umbrellas up wherever anyone finds a place to rest. It's so good.

Which makes it such a shame Guthrie arrived to ruin my mood.

Full honestly my first thought was "I wonder if she's returning to the scene of the crime." Closest reason I would be able to think why though is to flush Nadani out and of all potential bounty hunters that might be out to recapture Nadani Guthrie would know she wasn't in the ward, and would have no reason to think burning it would draw Nadani out of the safe confines of Kota's house.

I do think the fire was lit by someone less informed and hoping to get at Nadani though. I suppose it could be unrelated or more to do with the keystone and far gate thing, but... idk.

I like that Dura's response to Guthrie's shit talking Kota was a hand to her knife. I wonder if later Nadani will look back on that as "Loyal Orc Girl gonna Loyal Orc Girl" or as "Kota's employee was ready to pull a weapon on someone Kota doesn't like being around Nadani." One point Kota will have in her favour is that Dura didn't actually make a move against Guthrie.

Every time, or rather the longer, we see Guthrie she feels shadier. Idk. I don't like the interest she's taken in Nadani. She's too careful in her wording and framing of events to set Nadani against Kota even when Nadani speaks against that interpretation to feel well intentioned. She might not have been a direct threat the first time they met, but she's had time to have been contacted or heard about a lucrative kidnapping job by now ('cause you can bet the cult wants Nadani back as much as they want Kota dead for "taking" her) and she definitely feels like the type to finesse the target into practically black bagging themselves.

I have the opening shift tomorrow so I should have been in bed 40mins ago, but I saw this chapter started with Pyter getting scritches and basically fell in a trance so I'm gonna sleep now.

#chirping wren #blood of the basilisk #nadani botb #pyter botb #kota botb #dura botb #sikudhana botb #guthrie botb #fantasy #queer fiction #lgbt fiction #sapphic fiction

[dreamzofnothing]

I Belief

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An addition to American Gods with my own adding and changing of things.

Part 1

Zenya looked out across the club that night at the many faces looking back at her. Each one with such God powers in such a variety now days! Weed could get you the safest highest high, the beautiful Robot herself A.I., and the elusive WiFi just to name a few. The most obvious and most current ones. They were also the many she saw who didn't know her but knew who she was. Humans to God.

"The more time passes by the more I cease to exist while still existing. Without dying. How? Because you need me to exist." Zenya smiled wide as her curly red hair fell around her face.

"I am belief itself. Now let me explain this so you know EXACTLY who and what I am. " she said matter of factly as she swung her hips like a full on slut on the stage.

The blue and pink lights danced on her full figured body as she transformed into a transitioning dance. Her hair flew all around in flames of curls, her eyes glowed their beautiful emerald palace green, and her clothes were ethereal blue and white fabrics. They moved as she moved in swirling fashions.

"I am belief. Belief itself. Everyone believes in something. Even if it's nothing they believe in it. But what does it start with? Belief. To believe. I believe. I was the first God and birthed the first few TRUE demigods. Nasty scene the world was a mess!" She paused shivering at the sight of Earth covered in afterbirth and a handful of giant babies. The first humans running around crazed by the birth of their gods.

"AAAANNNYYYWAY, so I am essentially your greatest ever grandma. I can never die as long as humans believe. Which they even believe in themselves so I'm pretty fucking safe. If I die you will not die but that is the only way I would die." She picked up the bong made of bones.

As she did she looked at her favorite bones in places easy for her to see. Each bone from a God or godess that had died. She kept something of each in case she ever found a way to bring them back without needing her.

"As belief, it gets lonely. I see many faces here knowing most of you will die within the next century." Her eyes lifted back up to finally meet theirs.

She still had not seen Mr. World in the crowd.

Listening carefully to much of which he already knew. His old fashioned black suit fit him well in the crowd of such a variety of fashion. He really did love Belief. Truly. But being a god in a God game he couldn't do this the best way. But he would try to make it fun. And tonight was the best way to get clued in on how to woo her at the precisely right moment.

"So that being said," she said cheering up and leaning against a pole she conjured,

"Smoke some shit, drink some shit, eat some shit. Whatever you can get your hands on to make the best fucking high you've ever had. You've got 30 seconds to get it. Don't give me crap about thats not enough time. I know each of you and Weed even you can do 28 in a pinch! Get it!" She said flirting with a slight snicker knowing full well she had his stash of his best shit.

About half of the club vanished and reappeared with riches galore! Some had humans and others animals. These were most of the older gods and goddesses. The remaining had earthly possessions like drugs, electricity, or stuffed animals. Mr. World simply took his best ciagr out and waited. When Weed came back with his own bong already stoned beyond Her, she lit her everlasting lighter and paused,

"Now, smoke it, drink it, eat it. BUT, do it in silence for those who have died. For most of you will join them soon. My children."

She ended the pause raising the bong to her succulent lips and drawing in. As she did there was blood, guts, screams, moans, gasps, fucking, chuckling, and all one could imagine at an orgy?

But they did so in silence.

She drew until the entire car sized bowl was smoke in her lungs. She exhaled immediately hot boxing the venue adding a good club smoke effect,

"By the way I don't have to have Weed, I just love his shit!"

When she was done she made the bong and pole vanish while everyone finished up as well.

((Part 2 coming. Dance scene. ))

#american gods #television #tv series #fandom #fantasy #stories #storytelling #new character #new chapter

[thenotsofantasticlifestory]

It’s still December, this counts right? 

#barbs logic in picking these sweaters #for kid and killer: obvious #for heat #is he jewish? who fucking knows?? #but it had flames and lit up and thats good #and wires #no she doesn't get why killer was laughing so hard when she picked it but being santa's favorite is always good right?? #myart #christmas #holidays #op #one piece #kid pirates #eustass kid #killer #one piece killer #op killer #heat #wire #op heat #op wire #one piece heat #one piece wire #anime #fanart #stodraws #dad!killer #uncle!kid #oc barb #op barb

[rcksmith]

Sun — Kaz Brekker

Resume: Feelings are destabilizing things.

A/N: This story is not set in the books of Six Crows, I also changed the age of the characters to twenty-something because the idea of ​​writing something about a child makes me uncomfortable. All my stories, of any characters, are with them being of up age. Just like many fanfics out there in the teen series.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader.

Warnings: Mention of fight, swearing, mention of post-traumatic stress, angst, mention of kiss, mention of desire, desire, mention of death, but so fucking fluff.

Word count: 3k.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There were few things in life that he was absolutely sure of. Things that were immutable, solid, unshakable. That even the strongest of winds would not be able to shake the structure. A life built on the basis of an equation of chaos, suffering, death and despair generated a result where it was necessary to be sure of something. And one of those certainties was the ability of himself, of his instincts, of his intelligence, the notion that he himself was a person capable of resolving any type of situation with iron fists. The second was the certainty of the loyalty of his crows, of the two people who, he knew, would never turn their backs on him.

And the third... the third was that when Kaz Brekker first laid eyes on you, he was sure that you would divide his life between a before and an after.

It was a lepid, ferocious feeling that swept the body of The Bastard of the Barrel from the top of his head to the tip of his polished boots. The heat immediately gave way to a cold sweat, a shiver as if receiving a midnight sigh at the back of the neck. There was a quick sensation of burning in the heat of an icy fire, but his composure did not flinch a single millimeter. He had learned to keep it in all situations, trained with steel fists.

Kaz looked at you deeply, from the top of your hair to the tip of your feet, trying to find answers as to why you had triggered such disturbing sensations with a simple and ridiculous exchange of looks. But he found no answers. He found neither after a day, nor after a week, damn it, he did not find nor after a month!

You had joined the infamous trio because they needed a fighting expert, someone who could defeat a good number of men on her own without needing backup, which would make their bigger and more complex robberies much easier. And when they found you, a girl who had been the subject for a experiment to create super soldiers, your ability to fight, physical endurance, and your sense of loyalty, made you perfect for the job.

But none of that explained why, whenever the stormy blue eyes met yours, he felt like he was ricochet by living eels. It was exasperating, frustrating on so many levels that it was difficult to put into words. Kaz could not expose this misfortune to his two closest people, first because his pride in admitting a disturbance in his subtly balanced world was too great, and second that... even if he considered said that, he would not know how to name those feelings for express what he were feeling.

How would Jesper and Inej understand something that even he did not understand?

Kaz Brekker had a firm and calm demeanor, an implacably logical mind and a way of narrowing his eyes that ensured that his orders were carried out with great efficiency, all according to the moment he wished. Then, just as he did to get rid of any disturbance, he buried those sensations so deeply until, like his overwhelming pains and traumas, they stopped tormenting him.

He thought that, like his flawless and cunning plans, it would have the same effect. That his nerves could get back to normal and he wouldn't have to deal with the feeling that feel hiself whit cold and hot at the same time whenever he laid eyes on you.

But, if it was true that the practice makes perfect, this rule has not been applied in this situation.

The deeper he buried those beginnings of thats sensations, more of them began to flourish, roaring harder, as a constant reminder that he was not that rock of stoicity and absence of feelings that he liked to think he was. It seemed that, just as light existed to exorcise the darkness, you existed to show that he still had a beating heart. Hot blood still coursing through the veins.

It has not helped anything in his cause that, over time, Inej and Jesper have become attache to you. Jesper even more. But if Kaz put aside his frustration and irritation for a second, he would know that he couldn't to blame them. In fact, there was no way to blame every person who approached you, delighted.

Jesper once described you as "the soul of the party", and Inej said that you had fire in your soul. Kaz would not have been able to think of better definitions to put into words what you were. There was thing about the way you laughed, the way you talked, the way your tilting your head and your so easy smile. There was a thing about you. That transformed you into the solar system and people orbited in your gravity like planets.

You had a way with people, Kaz really thought it was a gift, a talent. You were always laughing, smiling, playing with people and making them so comfortable in your presence that, once, Kaz saw a trader, who are in a the middle of a refused to close a contract with Kaz, just melt and give up because of the smile you gave to him.

Nothing from you has been forced, malicious, shrewd or cunning. You really smiled, you really laughed, as if you were...happy. Purely happy. And, in a second of insanity, Kaz wondered if that happiness was possible. If it was possible for him to feel something like this.

But, just as Brekker took his soul close from you as much as he could to avoid any emotion, Jesper did the exact opposite. Very quickly, just like Kaz and Inej are, the two of you became a pair of inseparable friends. Were always together.

Perhaps it was because you two were overwhelmingly alike: Always in the eye of danger, addicted to adrenaline, purely outgoing and liked a good fun. Or maybe it was because, like everyone around you, Jesper felt drawn closer to your warm, joyful and comforting aura.

But whatever it was, the timbre of your laughter followed by Jesper's became a sound as natural as the whistling of the wind. And it didn't take long for you two to become partners in thefts and plans.

However, it didn't take long too for the reactions Kaz had about the influence of your presence to become...louder.

If Kaz Brekker closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, he could still remember and feel that night perfectly as if it were yesterday:

The plan was succinct: They would have to go through guards, high walls and locks to enter a merchant's residence, open the safe, pick up the jewels and leave. Twenty minutes was the time limit to complete that sequence.

Everyone was assigned to one thing: Kaz would turn off a fabricated security system from a Grisha, Inej would sneak into the shadows to the safe and pick up the jewels, and Jesper and you would be responsible for dealing with the various guards. Everyone would have to meet in the corridor that led to the back exit.

Kaz did not think that that so ridiculous and simple plan it could go wrong. Or that someone could make a slip. To him, it seemed as easy as sneaking into a yacht boat. However, there he was, next to Inej who carried the jewelery bag in her hand, both of them standing in that dimly lit corridor, waiting for you and Jesper to appear.

"It's been three minutes!" Inej pointed, as if Kaz didn't already know that.

Her intonation was concerned, apprehensive, with a certain fear. Kaz thought about saying something, but as soon as his mouth opened to say anything, he heard...

Steps. Hurried steps of two people. No, actually, the two people were running.

Suddenly, you and Jesper burst into the corridor, running as if their lives depended on it. Inej and Kaz would have been worried if it weren't for the bastard and peraltas smiles that stretched across faces of you two, stretching their cheeks.

Then Kaz noticed the reason for the delay. You two carried a giant picture under your left arms. Jesper carried the front end and you the back end, like two children who made a mischief and was running from their mother. True accomplices.

Kaz's jaw opened, his eyes widened slightly and roamed the frame with agitated iris, while Inej was totally baffled.

"C'mon, C'mon!" You exclaimed with laughter in your voice, Jesper and you never stopped running.

As soon all left and took shelter in the safety and peace of the Crow Club closed in that night, Jesper and you fell on the couch, laughing and panting.

"What was that?!” But Kaz was exasperated "Do you both know how much risked the plan?!"

"It was only three minutes, Boss." Jesper defended himself.

"It..." That's when Kaz looked at the painting responsible for all the commotion and fuss.

It was a painting, a landscape by Ravka. The fold. In oil on parchment. A DeKappel. That was worth at least ten thousand Kruges.

“You commented that you needed a new painting for your office.” Your voice took Kaz out of the admiration on the painting, and Jesper and Inej looked at you as if they had discovered that now too.

Jesper and Inej thought it was just for the money...

Kaz looked up into your eyes, and the cold, warm shiver spreading across his chest and snaking to his bones. As it always did the moment yours eyes meeting.

He remembered commenting in passing, in a very vague and obtuse way, that he wanted a new painting in the office. Until that moment, Brekker didn't think you paying attention to what he had to say. Not when it wasn't about a job or plan.

But there you were, proving that you had heard. And that you cared.

His breath caught for a second, the icy chill turned to something warmer, like the first sparks of fire in a fireplace. The first flames that precede the fire.

After that, Kaz began to pay more attention, unconsciously, to what you said. And, consequently, he started paying more attention to you. It had been gradual, sneaky as a snake, imperceptible so he wouldn't be able to root it out. As if the universe, destiny or divines, introduced, grain by grain, a small summer in a landscape frozen by winter.

It all started with your comment about liking it sweeter than salty, that dry wine left you with a headache and that you preferred rum. He evolved to notice how your tone of voice got sweeter when you talked to children or animals, and more serious when it came to the safety of the three crows. And suddenly, as if Kaz already knew this as he knew the sky was blue, he knew how to say how your eyes sparkled when you felt the warmth of the sun on your skin.

In that second, looking at you from the other side of the agitated club that turned into a celebration with dance and music, the world became suspended for a moment. The music became just an echoing, blurry noise, the images turned to slow motion and the air seemed to change in pitch. You, who laughed and speen round in Jesper's arms amid so many people who did the same thing, were the only one who starred as the main attraction.

In that minute, when the breath was slow and lyrical, and the air had a beauty tone, Kaz's eyes caught the exact moment when a beam of sunlight hit your face, shining on your skin as if you were one pirate tropical treasure. In a burst, a second of insanity, like a violin string that burst at the apice of the song, he felt that there was nothing else in the world worth seeing that was not you.

It was a scary, terrifying discovery. Something that made him freeze from head to toe, and all the speed in the world came back so fast that Kaz felt dizzy. He pressed his covered hand to the crow's beak of his cane, as if he needed a reminder of reality. Something that would wake him up from those hellish sensations.

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The months passed after that fateful afternoon. Kaz avoided staying close to you any longer than necessary and would strongly and vigorously scold every change of tone within himself whenever he saw you.

He didn't know what those sensations meant, but he also didn't want to find out. He liked challenges and responsibilities, but being around you was proving to be more than he could take. Your presence ignited him in a cold and warm fire, promising a future full of unfulfilled infinite wills. From pain, impotence and doomed to failure. Any feeling for you would be more of a punishment than anything else. The only solution was to get it out of your head.

Of course, he had been trying to do just that since he met you.

But again, the universe did not seem to want to give up from he. Not so easily.

Kaz had to take you along to make a deal with a merchant who was more impassable than a rock. Kaz had tried to negotiate with him before (since he couldn't take the strength or rob what he wanted) and all his efforts were in vain. So, he appealed for the last weapon. The person who always had a natural gift whit other people and always had a real smile that made anybody feel like... as if happiness really existed.

You.

"I'm glad it's hot" You commented, while walking next to Kaz "I don’t like the cold."

How did he know that you would say just that? That was so you. Warm, sweet and cozy things were the embodiment of what you were. It was logical that you preferred the heat. So different from him that, instead of you, enjoyed the cold. Liked the rains and storms, relaxed with the moonlight and felt less tense with the midnight winter breeze.

Kaz understood your personality as he understood the very lines of his hands. You were wild, bordering on reckless, you acted before thinking and you always loved anything that aroused adrenaline. You ran like no one else, jumped from one horse's cell to another, decided to catch the largest number of targets just because you wanted the thrill of fighting five against one. Anything calm, serene and peaceful stirred your restless personality. And Kaz knew exactly your level of restlessness from the way your leg was constantly jumping when you had to sit still for more than a few minutes.

You were a free spirit, forged in the heart of the sun and in the heat of summer. While he was limited by his own body and built in the heart of winter and frozen by the cold of the sea. Anything between you was doomed to fail even before you two met. Kaz Brekker knew this very well.

“He is late.” You grunted, your leg was already starting to jumping when you two spent a measly ten minutes waiting for the man.

You looked back and seemed to find it interesting, because Kaz saw your eyes shine.

"Let's go there?" You pointed, and Kaz had to turn around to see that you were referring to a coffee shop.

Crowded with sweets in the window for a change. Why was he not surprised?

“No.” He turned forward again, both hands on the cane.

"So I go over there and come back quickly."

“Y/n" he just said in a warning tone, giving you a scolding look.

You mumbled something he didn't identify, turned around again and did your best to be quiet. Five minutes passed before that merchant arrived, and Kaz can perfectly follow the change in his posture, change in the man eyes when you greeted him with that summer voice and sunny smile.

It was so vibrant, so vivid that, for a second, Kaz found himself slightly swayed by all the brilliance you emanated. Pulled towards your like an animal needing the warmth of the sun.

It didn't take much for the man to sign and agree with everything Kaz said and imposed. In fact, he suspected that if he had asked him to give him his bank password, the man would have been happy to do so.

"Can we go in the coffee shop now?” You commented as soon as the man left, still turning around to look at you as much as possible.

Kaz restrained the glaring urge to roll his eyes, but he had just landed a very lucrative business just and exclusively because you agreed to help. Even though you didn't gain anything from it. So, if he had to go with you to a goddamn coffee shop so he wouldn't feel like a petty profiteer, he would go to the goddamn coffee shop.

Kaz just walked towards the place, and the wide, summery smile you gave may have he missed a few heartbeats.

Stop it!

Once inside the damn store, you scanned the menu that hung on the wall.

“I never took this one.” You commented, pointing to what appeared to be a very sweet mix of drink. Something that involved ice cream and chocolate with something else.

It was not the kind of comment that had an answer, and Kaz was still engaged in the mission to stay away from you. But he thought that statement was just the reason why you wouldn't order that drink. But, just as you always threw any worldview Kaz had in the latrine, you asked for just that. His eyes were bloodshot with astonishment.

“Why are you going to order something you don't know if you like it?” He asked as soon as you got the drink and paid for it.

"How am I supposed to know if something is good if I never try it?” You said casually, both of you going out of the store. “Wanna try out?”

You held out for he the plastic cup that was covered by a lid that had a hole in the middle, where a fat, transparent straw came out. Kaz looked at you as if you had created a second head.

“Come on, you'll never know if you like it if you don't taste it.” The two of you stopped, you still holding the glass gently towards his mouth.

“No.” Kaz shook his head.

“Come ooon.” You insisted, a petulant and amusing smile plastered on your face.

"No."

You shook the glass, holding it out once more. This time, Kaz gave you a slightly annoyed look.

"You're not going to stop insisting until I take this thing, are you?"

You laughed, with a triumphant and friendly smile “I'm glad you know me so well”

Kaz rolled his eyes, snatching the glass from your hand and bringing the hellish straw to his mouth. Hell, he felt so stupid pulling that stupid drink through that straw. As soon as the sweet liquid invaded his tongue, an explosion of flavors flooded his palate, causing him to remain unresponsive for a moment.

"You liked it!" But just as he unveiled all of your lookes, you knew how to unveil all of his.

Kaz handed you the glass. “Absurdly sweet."

"You liked that I know."

You joked and, for a second, you had aroused he a desire to smile. A succinct curve in lips. With your sunny smiles and summer expressions, you looked like you were out of an enchanted forest inhabited by mystical creatures. Sun nymphs. Maybe Kaz would even have let himself go lightly if, when you took the glass back, your lips had not wrapped around the tip of the straw.

Exactly where his mouth was a second ago.

He pulse quickened so fast that it made the blood burn in his veins. It was impossible not to look down at delicate mouth, the subtle but destabilizing curvature in the center of your lower lip. Suddenly, he was out of breath, his body numb and his heart stopped beating for a second before accelerating to an alarming level.

Everything became hot, stuffy. The world spun away, out of focus, out of existence, leading he on a waltz unlike anything Kaz had ever felt before.

Kaz Brekker was the Bastard of the Barrel. Dirty hands and scammer. Someone trapped by his own body and traumas, unable to allow himself to enjoy human contact. But, hell, he was still a man. And in that moment, in that insane moment, he wanted to pretend, even for a few seconds, that what he wanted was within his reach.

Kaz thought he understood the desire: an attraction. He thought he knew what lust was: a wish that people felt. He had seen countless examples on his bar counter, drunk and chattering about what it was like to want a woman, to long for her. He thought he understood.

And he found that he didn't understand anything.

The desire was a hot and feverish whirlwind that shivered he from head to toe, with dizzying speed, and dragged everything towards perdition, below any intellect, any rationality. Rationally, he shouldn't have thought you were even more beautiful. But he did. He shouldn't feel his breath catch, but he did.

He felt as if he were walking on a narrow suspended board. One misstep and it would be the end of it. Hiding his disturbing thoughts, Kaz looked away from you.

He was ruined for the rest of his life.

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