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mediumgayitalian · 1 month

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Nico really fucking hates capture the flag.

Well, not always. Last week was fun. Last week was the annual Everyone Against The Stolls (to atone for their crimes), and Nico got to chase Connor around at top speeds, cackling, committing his shrieking and begs for mercy to memory. That was nice. That almost made him forgive the fucker for digging a trench under Nico’s unwelcome mat for him to fall into at seven thirty in the godsdamn morning.

But tonight’s game is boring.

He’s been standing, alone, at the base of the flag for the past forty bajillion hours. He’d raised a few dozens skeletons to spar with at first, since animating them to fight himself isn’t technically against the rules, but that got dull fast. (It isn’t much fun sparring with a partner who doesn’t have a brain. He already has to do that enough with Percy when he comes to visit camp.) He’d climbed the various trees around the clearing, or at least he tried until he got reamed by the dryads for climbing on a manner that was too annoying (?), and tried his hands at a few summoning spells. Nothing held his interest long.

And now he’s just standing, doing nothing, and he’s not allowed to leave. He has to stay in this stupid spot on the off chance that someone comes stumbling over to fight him for the flag.

“You’re our best swordsman, she said,” he says mockingly, beaming the nastiest vibes he can manage in Piper’s vague direction. “We need you on our defensive line, she said. Nyeh nyeh nyeh.”

His checks his watch. He groans. He looks critically over the grass, looking for a softer patch, and when he locates it he throws himself dramatically upon it, groaning louder.

“This sucks!” he yells, to no one.

“Will you shut up!” shouts back the dryad he pissed off earlier. “For the love of photosynthesis! Fuck!”

He bites his tongue hard to hold back laughter. (If he can avoid getting his entire cabin overgrown with prickle bushes again, that’d be great.) “Sorry,” he calls, trying with everything he has to sound contrite. Convincing his father to fight the Titan War was easier, actually. Acting is not his calling.

“Hmph!”

At least listening to see if she’ll come out and yell at him again provides something to ease his boredom. Yes, he’s going to regret bothering her, but in his defense, solo guarding is cruel and unusual punishment. He’d rather sit by an outlet with a fork and see if he can poke and let go fast enough to avoid dying. That at least would be interesting.

A rustling of leaves recaptures his attention, and he pauses.

“Holly?”

When no one answers, which is odd because she’s taken every opportunity in the last hour to either insult him or pelt him with stones, he lifts his head.

“You’re not going to scare me, dude. I had my fear glands surgically removed to become a better soldier.”

Not true. Obviously. But a fun bonus of being the camp weirdo is that no one doubts anything he says. He’s working on convincing everyone younger than him that he needs weekly tributes of chocolate delivered to his door every Friday or the dead are going to take over the world. So far, it’s working.

“Look, Holly, I’m sorry about the zombie, okay, I promise it didn’t mean to sneeze part of its brain on you —”

The rustling sounds again, only this time Nico can see that it’s not Holly’s tree, and in fact she is nowhere to be found. Alarmed, he jumps to his feet, shifting so he’s balanced on the balls of his feet, poised to attack. Is Piper’s plan failing? Has someone actually managed to make it all the way over here without getting (gently, probably, although they lost the last game and Piper gets cranky without dessert) maimed?

The rustling sounds for a third time. This time, an armoured someone stumbles out of the underbrush, tripping over their own foot and nearly landing flat on their face.

Nico has his sword at their throat in a millisecond.

“Wo-oah, Morbius. That’s probably my least favourite sword you could stab in me.”

Nico goes bright red. “I have never wanted to stab you more than right this second.”

Will, chest plate skewed to the right, quiver completely empty, and black paint smeared under his eyes, snickers. He puts a finger on the tip of Nico’s sword and pushes it away from his neck.

“The opportunity was right there, babe. I couldn’t not.”

“You really, really could. In fact at all times, you should remember these words of wisdom: shut up.”

“…Damn. Inspiring.”

Nico rolls his eyes, but the effect is somewhat lessened by the smile on his face and the obvious pleasure in his expression. He’s even feeling merciful enough to accept Will’s kiss, although his sword keeps a good amount of distance between them. (Will’s on the blue team, after all. It would be unprofessional to be fraternizing with the enemy.

…Well, too much, anyway.)

“What’re you doing here? You’re supposed to be with the other archers, sitting in trees and causing havoc.”

Will shrugs, grinning lazily. “I quit. This game is senselessly violent and I’m Against It On Principle. I’m a pacifist, you know.”

“Uh huh.” Nico raises an eyebrow. “I assume this doesn’t count you choking Cecil out in a headlock, this morning.”

Will opens his mouth. Nothing comes out. He closes it again.

“Cecil is my mortal enemy,” he grudges after a moment. “He doesn’t count.”

“‘Course not. Not like you cried for two hours when he went to visit his mom last weekend or anything.”

“Will you — stop saying I cried. I barely teared up, okay. Barely.”

Nico can’t quite force down the stupid grin that pulls across his face, matching Will’s, nor can he resist grabbing the leather straps of his boyfriend’s armour and hauling him close.

“You better not be here to distract me,” he mumbles, leaning close and pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw, the corner of his mouth. Will hums, settling his hands on Nico’s hips.

“Nope. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Drama queen.”

“Excuse — I am the least dramatic, I’ll have you know. I’m a pinnacle of solemnity. I am a shining beacon of stoicism. I am — mmfh,” He trails off. “Okay, doing this now, mhm.”

Nico smiles triumphantly into the kiss. Will, he has found, is very easy to shut up, despite his long-running nickname of Motormouth. It’s almost like he has an off button that can be accessed only by Nico sticking his tongue in his mouth. Nico is doing his civic duty, honestly. He should be compensated for his service.

(‘Course, doesn’t hurt that Will smells, like, really good, all the time, and his lips are soft as hell and he is actually quite the kisser, in fact. That is definitely a fun bonus.)

He smooths his hands over Will’s shoulders, travelling up the sides of his neck and settling in his hair. Will keens, slightly, when he wraps a finger around a frizzy golden curl and tugs, slightly, when he scratches his nails along his scalp. The rush of power at the feeling makes Nico dizzy, and his sword clatters to the ground as he busies himself with more interesting — and important — things.

Like pulling more of those sounds from his boyfriend’s throat. Or making his knees buckle, again, like he did the other night — gods, that was good, it made Will flush scarlet and Nico feel like he was fuckin’ floating, to have Will so needy and touchy and totally at his mercy —

“Free line to the flag! Go go go go!”

Nico startles, whirling towards the sudden cacophony of noises. To his horror, what looks like half the camp, helmets shining with plumes of blue, comes pouring into the clearing, weapons raised, voices mixing in one long, victorious shout. He lunges for his sword, but before he can grab it, two strong arms tighten around his torso, pinning his hands to his side.

Immediately, he knows he’s been set up.

“Oh, you — fucker!”

He feels the curve of Will’s grin against his neck. “First shower privileges for a whole month, baby.” He noses along his jaw, pressing an apologetic kiss to his cheek. “Couldn’t resist.”

Nico struggles, aghast, watching the once-red flag shimmer in Lou Ellen's hold to a bright, shining blue. “I am breaking up with you, you traitor, you Iago, you vixen — ”

Will snorts. He ducks down and pecks Nico on the lips, again, and again, and then shifts to his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, his temples, his forehead, and all over his face, making louder and louder mwah sounds until Nico is laughing, punching his shoulder and shoving him away.

“Okay! Okay. Let me go, you villainous toad. We will discuss how much you’ll have to grovel for my forgiveness after Piper finishes yelling at me for getting distracted.”

Will presses one last kiss to his nose, smiling cheekily before stepping away, heading towards his boasting team. “Enjoy that lecture! Love you!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Nico rolls his eyes, resting his aching cheek in his hand. “Love you too, asshole.”

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cassiopeiasdaughter · 7 months

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Theodore Nott x fem!reader

warnings: language, mentions of stress and an existential crisis? not proofread

summary: you are stressed and tired from being the one that takes care of everyone, and a concerned Slytherin boy wants to help

this was requested by @lalalenka and Paula 💛 for my celebration Theodore masterlist

When did life get so heavy? When did play dates turn into study sessions? When did begging your mom to check for monsters under your bed, turn into you crying into your pillow over your worries and fears? When did reality start feeling so real?

You think about that often, especially at nights, when your friends are asleep and you can remove the mask you wear, the face of happiness and optimism. You don’t have to play the part of the person who has everything under control when you are alone, you can be yourself, lost and afraid.

You are currently sitting in the Great Hall, waiting for your friends to come down for breakfast, start yet another busy day together. You woke up earlier today, exam season is coming up and sleep is something you struggle with, during those times. You know, your friends always wake up too late, that’s why you’ve grabbed their favorite pastries from the breakfast table, so you can hand them later on your way to class. It’s peaceful like this, sipping your coffee alone, planning your day as you eat; quietly going over everything you need to do-

“Are you alright?”, you hear a voice interrupting you from your thoughts

It’s Theodore Nott, you realize as you raise your head. Theodore, Theo is not a friend of yours. He is a boy from your year, a Slytherin, that you occasionally talk to during class.

You see him at the library almost everynight, you two are always the last ones to leave. Your study dates, as you like to call them, began during 5th year; when you were hunched over a tome of Arithmancy begging yourself to understand, what the passage in front of you was saying, but failing miserably. That’s when you felt his hand on your shoulder, asking, if you accidentally cast a spell on yourself.

“I can’t understand anything.”, you remember whining and he spent the night tutoring you. You offered him help in DADA, in return and you ended up studying together for your OWLs. You like to think that you passed with good grades thanks to him, but he doesn’t agree.

Theo, is someone you feel calm and safe enough around to not fake your feelings or thoughts, most of the times, at least. Again, he isn’t your friend, but he isn’t a stranger or a mere acquaintance either. What he is exactly, that you can’t answer.

“I’m fine, why?”, you reply looking at him confused

“You’ve run out of bread for your butter.”, he says taking a seat across from you.

You stare down and see that you’ve been spreading butter on a slice of bread for so long that you’ve made a hole in the middle, with crumbs all over your plate.

Before, you can say or do anything he places a large piece of toast in front of you, with butter and blueberry jam, just how you like it.

“See you later.”, he calls out as he leaves, not giving you the time to thank him.

You spend breakfast with a smile on your face, your day suddenly feeling warmer and brighter.

“Goodmorning!”, you hear your best friend singing, while she wraps her arms around you and takes a seat.

“Morning to you too.”, you say laughing and hand her her favorite chocolate cake the one that always runs out first.

“What would I do without you?”, she says cheeks stuffed and crumbs falling everywhere- a sight that makes you laugh and always reminds you how much you love her.

“Probably still wandering around the forbidden forest.”, you say laughing, and cutting a corner from her cake

“That was ages ago, please let it go.”

“Never, now come on, we’ll be late.”, you giggle at her protests and drag her to class.

Theo isn’t brave or daring, if he were, his friends wouldn’t be giving him such a hard time about his crush and his approach, the lack of action mainly.

“You keep going like that, you won’t be in the friend zone, you’ll be in the study buddy zone, which is far force.”, Blaise warned him. But what was he to do about that? You had different friend groups and your schedules didn’t match. Was he supposed to just ask you to Hogsmeade out of the blue?

“Yeah so this is the proper movement for the spell, now what are you doing Saturday?”, no way would he ever say that.

“Yeah, you’ll be associated with Ancient Runes Theo, no one finds that hot.”, Pansy commented- to which he responded with an eye roll.

“Maybe, I don’t want to do something about it.”, he said to his friends

“Keep pining then.”, Draco replied

“Maybe I will.”, and with that he stood up and left, wanting to take a walk and clear his thoughts, ignore his friends and their unfortunately correct but not practical opinions. It was fine, he would get over it and he would be fine.

He would not be fine, he told himself as soon as he saw you, second time for today; laughing with your friends- pestering them to drink water- running around with bottles in your hands.

His eyes light up by the way you giggle as you talk to them, maybe you are telling a story- he can’t understand, but your gestures and facial features- the way you look; alive and loud and beautiful, they send shocks down his spine.

He knows it’s cheesy and stupid, but to him you are the sun. You are warm to others, always making your friends laugh- you take care of them, sometimes to the point of neglecting yourself. But, you are loving and kind and you light up any place you step into. It’s a shame, really, because he is nothing like the sun- he is dark and reserved, but still, your light doesn’t blind him, it could never.

“Hi Theo.”, you wave as he passes by, in a much better mood than you were this morning and he waves back with a smile, taking longer strides to leave your eyesight and maybe hide in a broomcloset?

It was getting really late and you were still in the library studying. You had so much homework and revising to do, and at some point you needed to tutor third years and prepare for dueling battles. Everything was too much, and you had no one to help you. You didn’t know how to ask your friends for help, you’d spent the past six years being the responsible one- the mom friend, you had everything under control and cared for others. The roles couldn’t be reversed now. But, it made you feel so alone, the alienation adding another weight on your chest.

“Hey.”, you hear Theo’s voice, in a soft whisper and raise your head to look at him, his books are closed and stacked in front of him, signaling he is getting ready to leave.

You spent all afternoon studying together, and it had started fine- you felt productive for the first hour, but after a while, words had stopped making sense.

“It’s really late, do you want to leave the rest for tomorrow?”

“I have one chapter left, you don’t have to wait for me, g-goodnight.”, you dismiss him with a smile

But he doesn’t leave and you look at him with eyebrows raised high.

“One chapter.”, he whispers innocently lightly holding his hands in front of him, before he opens up a book, pretending to study.

You scoff at that and lower your head once more, to the passage in front of you. Letters are dancing in the page taunting you- catch us, they say, try to make sense of this. You are tired and Theo looking at you, concerned, isn’t helping your brain focus. You wait five, maybe seven minutes before you let out a quiet groan and say, “Fine, lets go.”, meeting Theo and the stupid satisfied look on his face.

The way back to your dorm is quiet, you are both tired from schoolwork and the lack of sleep is another crack on the mask you wear near others. You bite down at your lip nervously, as you think all of the work you didn’t get done, and all the extra homework you’ll have to finish tomorrow. You think of your friends and the parties they are begging you to go to and the Hogsmeade outings you’ve missed due to being exhausted. You think of their grades and how easy it is for them to succeed, while you spend hours in the library and still fail. You think about the future and how you don’t know what you want it to look like, and you think about life and how small you seem compared to the world.

You don’t feel the tears that slide down your cheeks, or the water in your eyes- blocking your sight. You understand you’re crying, only when a sob escapes your mouth, one that has been begging to come out for the longest time. After that, it is inevitable for you to break down, not caring about Theo and what he’ll think of you, or about the prefects who’ll come running thinking there’s been an accident in the hallways. But he calls your name, and that ruins you even more.

“‘M sorry.”, you whine- crying and turn your body away from him, lowering yourself on the ground wishing you could disappear.

“What is it? Is it that stupid Potions chapter? I’ll help you with that, don’t cry over that.”, he says panicking, kneeling behind you.

“No, no, it’s not- it’s everything. It’s all too much.”

“What is?”, he asks calmly, placing a hand on your shoulder hesitantly- you don’t tense at his touch, your body relaxes and you turn around- your face wet and red staring at him.

“Everything; school, life, everything.”, you whimper, “I have so much to do, but I can’t- I can’t. And everyone expects me to have everything under control, but I don’t, and I can’t do it anymore.”, you exclaim placing your head in the palm of your hand.

“No one expects you to have everything under control, it’s- it’s impossible to do.”

“Yes, they do! If I am not there for everyone, if I let them see how lost I feel, they-”

“They'll what? Leave you?”, he asks shaking his head at what you’re saying

“No, yes, maybe, I don’t know. They won’t be able to handle it- I am sure.”

“Even if that were true.”, he says slowly, releasing your head from your hands, urging you to look at him, “If you can’t let your friends see, then you can show me. You can talk to me, don’t keep all that inside. There are enough self-sacrificing idiots in the Gryffindor Tower, we don’t need one more.”, he jokes and you let out a small laugh

“Why would you want to be bothered with my issues?”

“I- you, you don’t have to always be the person who cares for everyone, you can-should be the one cared for.”

“Why?”, you ask again, the air shifting between you into something different. Something that moves the pain from your chest and turns it into butterflies in your stomach.

“Ah- well-“, he let’s out a breath, “- because I- I like spending time with you, and I want to be there for you, besides, I can handle anything you shoot at me.”, he finishes; his face red and sweaty.

You have stopped crying now, your vision is still blurry and your breath uneven- but something inside you has changed. As if, a bright light has found it’s way inside, providing hope and something new- something you haven’t felt before, but desperately want to keep.

“Thank you.”, you say softly and let him help you up, you two resuming your walk but with a different destination this time.

“Come.”, he says and offers his hand- which you gladly take, letting him guide you wherever.

You walk outside, and let the cool air hit you- ground you. It’s late at night, you are at Hogwarts, near the lake, you are at your 7th year and next to you, stands Theodore Nott, your study partner Theo. The Slytherin boy- that looks handsome but has no clue, the brilliant Theo, who always helps you out and is willing to listen. Theo, who is still holding your hand while pointing at stars and constellations with his other. Theo, who smells like pine and fireplace, as you lean against him and listen to his voice. Theo, who you can count on and thanks to whom you know it will be okay. Everything will be okay.

A/N: life will be okay with or without Theo Nott, you all deserve to be happy and loved, just needed to remind y'all :)

Theo taglist: @avalynlestrange @spacecadet16 @lucy-is-never-logical @aleviia @marina468 @annaisabookworm @liarajoah @notasadgirlipromise @pariseffer @unlikelysadgirl @ktz-bb @lizisthecoolest

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sixosix · 1 year

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(not just a) one night something | itoshi sae

rumors spread, and your friendship with sae gets complicated enough to help you fix your problem

( ? ) itoshi sae x fem!reader

( ! ) probably ooc sae, supposed unrequited pining, time skips, meet again, failed date shenanigans, getting together, CHILDHOOD FRIENDS!!! this is so. terrible actually omfg.

“i think i like itoshi.”

kamiko pauses mid-lick on her popsicle as she follows where your eyes are intently focused: a nimble boy with pale brown-red hair, swerving a soccer ball around like it’s one with him, just another limb.

“sae-kun?” kamiko asks, brows furrowing. “aren’t you friends with him?”

“mhm.” you nod, watching him play with a bright smile. your view of his play isn’t hindered even from behind the fence.

the ball drifts past right in front of where you and kamiko are situated side-by-side on the grass; then, a gust of wind howls past and flaps your hair, and the culprit is in the form of itoshi sae, who looks as if he’s barely moving with how seamless he moves across the field of heaving boys.

there’s something entrancing about how he handles the ball—ruthless and decisive. in class, he’d just be sitting by himself, bored, while people flock around him like moths to a flame. but here, he’s thriving, nearly smiling if you know itoshi sae well enough. and you do.

even under where the sun is too high, and you’re feeling too warm in this light shirt, sae is untouched.

“he’s really cool,” you continue after a beat, and kamiko harrumphs.

“i like sae-kun, too,” she declares.

“oh,” you blink. you suppose best friends don’t have a free pass. “should we rock, paper, scissors it?”

you do rock, and she does scissors. you let out a little, woo! because you don’t get to win this often. rock, paper, scissors is always the easiest way to settle things.

“this is stupid!” kamiko fumes, her ears red from embarrassment.

you laugh, waving it off. “sorry, miko-chan. d’you want my candy as truce?”

kamiko pouts and takes it from you, still huffy and pouty.

when you turn back to watch the game, there’s a second where sae catches your eye, wiping sweat off his forehead. it spears into you, as sharp as how he sent the soccer ball straight in the net moments ago.

yells, cheers, the ball falls back onto the grass, sae quirks an eyebrow, waving once— victory—! your pulse jumps, and you barely have a moment to wave back.

blinking again, he’s already turning away, leaving you lost like you just lost a goal to him.

“hey,” kamiko nudges you, “you okay?”

you stare after sae’s back, heart racing. “it’s nothing,” you finally say, and kamiko’s brows are furrowed as she looks at you.

the day starts as usual, and it makes you feel off.

nothing seems out of place. your bed is exactly where it’s supposed to be; breakfast is your favorite, served precisely how you like it. you even arrived on time for class. nothing seems wrong, and it’s making you nervous because there’s a clawing feeling in your chest for no reason.

there seems to be nothing but clear skies, sunny with bright blue. birds singing, leaves fluttering and crunching under your feet, and the way to school is just smooth sailing. there is nothing out of place.

but the moment you step onto your classroom, everyone’s gazes cut into you. there’s a gleam in all of them, making you seize up, glancing around warily.

“what?” you ask defensively, scowling.

“hey, y/n-chan, is it true that you like sae?” one of your classmates asks, wearing a smile that spells out nothing but trouble.

“what…?” you stare at him, bewildered. “where did you get that?”

“from everyone, really. it was a hot topic earlier, didn’t you hear?”

it shouldn’t make you feel as shameful as it is, but the way everyone in the room is giggling and the way their eyes feel like they’re everywhere—in each corner of the room, on the floor, groping your body—makes you want to leave the room right and there, yet your feet are glued to the floor.

“you’re crushing on your friend? that’s so awkward!”

“way to ruin your friendship with someone like sae-kun…”

“haha! you think you have a chance, y/n?” someone else whispers from the sides. “that’s so brave of you.”

mortification boils in your stomach, and you feel it in the way your throat constricts, and your hands shake. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” why do they care? do they have to stare this much?

“you’re so nervous!” she laughs, leering cruelly. “so it’s true!”

“leave me alone,” you snarl, fuming. with anger or humiliation? you don’t know.

all you know is that you only told one person about it, which can only mean one thing. you catch her eye, and at least, kamiko has the decency to look guilty.

you don’t know what went down earlier and what you did to make kamiko spill your confession, but what’s done is done, and there’s no use denying it when you’ve already lashed out.

you push past the students crowding around you and tune all their mocking sneers out, wishing the day would just end already.

you could get out right now, leave the room and pretend you were sick to not face any more of their suffocating scrutiny. but that is admitting defeat over petty gossip, and you will not have them winning over you just because of a stupid crush.

the door creaks open again, and the whispers increase with fervor and strength. a chair screeches against the tiles before it pauses, and suddenly everyone shuts up. you can feel someone’s stare drilling craters on the back of your head, but you don’t trust yourself to be able to look back, knowing who it is without even trying.

“y/n.”

you bury your face in your arms.

sae tries again. “who did this to you?”

“not now, itoshi. leave me alone.”

“stupid,” sae grumbles under his breath.

that day, when you shove past everyone and ignore kamiko and sae calling after you, is the day any affection towards sae is buried by disgust towards yourself.

your prayers are answered when news spreads out that sae is off to spain the next day.

it is sudden, despite his younger brother answering questions saying that yes, he’s already been planning to for a while; no, this is not sudden. and you know it, too, because sae told you about it before; you were just not expecting it to be this soon.

however, coincidence or not, you’re just relieved to know that you don’t have to embarrass yourself in front of your best friend ever again.

someone jokes that you scared him away, and you tell them that you’re grateful you did before you punch someone in front of him.

he never said goodbye.

whatever. he’s probably disgusted at you anyway.

(he becomes a star; you forget about itoshi sae for years.)

YEARS LATER.

“ahhh—finally!” kamiko wails, stretching her arms over her head at what looks to be a painful angle.

you groan, nearly losing balance and passing out on the floor, but unfortunately, kamiko is quick enough to tip you back. “ugh, that felt like ages. what if i just drop out? i could just do that now.”

“don’t,” kamiko laughs, patting your head lightly, pinky high and everything, “you’ll die worse than before if you give up now.”

you swat her hand away.

it took a while before you and kamiko got along again.

years, even. you think you still can’t accept her apology, but eventually, you got over your crush, people stopped talking about the incident, and your bitterness towards her left along with it. not like you could even try getting rid of her when she trails after you like a lost puppy, anyway.

so now here you are, in a reluctant friendship with kamiko, despite everything. it’s not worth losing a friendship over some boy, whether or not it’s itoshi sae.

so long as she knows what she did was wrong, she’s fine, you suppose. she hasn’t done anything else after that, so you let it be.

“you’re right. i can’t drop out when finals just ended,” you sigh, slumping. “i’ll do it when the next term starts so i don’t put myself through that again.”

“so dramatic,” kamiko giggles. “i’ll support whatever you do, okay?”

you roll your eyes, hip-checking her. “i know.”

like every poisoned teenager in the modern age, you reach for your phone and mindlessly scroll through as kamiko lists off her plans for the entire school break. something about flying out of the country for vacation, and you should consider coming. (the answer is no, obviously.)

“don’t hole yourself up in your room, y/n-chan!” kamiko scolds; it reminds you of a fretting mother hen. “that’s not healthy. we don’t get breaks often—have fun with it as much as you can.”

“okay,” you murmur, only half-heartedly listening in lieu of searching for a new series to binge over break. there’s nothing interesting. you scowl.

“hey, look,” kamiko remarks, tapping at your screen to pause at one article. “my feed has been all about soccer lately, too. i never even liked anything about sports!”

“weird,” you agree, but you don’t think too much about it. the familiar view of your neighborhood washes over your eyes, and you pause, . “hey, my stop is here. see you after break?”

kamiko pecks your cheek, “see you, then!”

you bid goodbyes, and the day should end just like that: on a high note, free from the shackles of student torture. when you reach your home, though, the weariness is overshadowed by sudden restlessness.

“ugh,” you say again because you already know what to do to cool off.

a school break is exactly what you need.

a school break should be spent at home, probably lying on the bed sleeping, and if not dozing off, then just lying somewhere with music blasting to muffle any thoughts in your head. it is meant to relax, waste time away, and regret it the next day because you never did anything you wanted to.

but the weather is still perfect; the setting sun isn’t smothered by gray clouds, nor is the wind sipping warmth off of your body. it’s not every day your mood matches the weather, so you get up, dress nice enough to not look like a zombie who had to take a math exam, and head out.

“stupid kamiko and her romanticized lifestyle,” you gripe, hugging your arms when your pace picks up speed. “’s starting to get to me, too.”

the theaters could be a good place to start, you muse, scanning the posters on the walls.

superhero action? eh. cheesy romcom? maybe not when you’re still reeling from finals. horror? might scare the stress away, sure, but the movie doesn’t look appealing.

you move to the next, when out of the blue, a body pushes up against you, almost shoving you to the screen.

“hey, back up a little, would you?” you hiss under your breath, spinning around to face a man that makes you pause for a moment out of surprise. he’s crowding behind you like he wants something, and he is suspiciously familiar—you just can’t put a finger on it.

he lifts an eyebrow. “you talking to me?”

your face scrunches, curiosity shattering instantly. “who else is there?”

“no.” the man shakes his head, staring right at you. “you talking to me like that?”

“okay, you don’t have to be a little—”

he scoffs, and that constipated, dead-inside face he’s making clicks puzzle to its empty slots.

that aggravating attitude, exuding confidence and arrogance with every word; two thick strands of hair framing the sides of his face, and that biting stare in green eyes—

“itoshi?” you blabber, dumbfounded.

you’re not sure why you didn’t recognize him instantly, but now that you are, you almost want to let your jaw hang open with how much he’s grown into his features, all spiky strands and soft skin.

the years have been treating him a little too well, it seems.

sae’s eyes sharpen at you before he quickly looks around, surveying the oblivious crowd—utterly unaware of japan’s golden boy cornering a helpless little you in front of a movie poster.

you follow his gaze and snort at his wary expression. “are you hiding from someone?”

sae’s gaze swivels back, and suddenly, your laughter dies down. “come watch the movie with me.”

you turn behind you, gazing at the poster featuring a boy jumping high up in the air, reaching for a ball, then back to itoshi sae, who looks like he’d rather bury himself on his bed than be here.

“we haven’t even seen each other for so long.”

sae looks at you with an expression that speaks: so?

“this is…” you slowly say, “a volleyball movie.”

again, with the look: and i care, because…?

you splutter, hands raised in defense. “well, isn’t soccer your whole shebang?”

“you like it,” he says, unblinking, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the poster, “we will watch it.”

“i didn’t even say anything about liking it—”

seemingly having enough of your stalling, he tugs on your wrist and leads you to where the movie you “chose” is showing. you keep talking in hopes of scaring him off to spain once again, but he seems determined to ignore you, and it’s not in the way you need at the moment.

since when did he even get tickets?

“at least take me to dinner first, jeez,” you grumble when he leads you to two seats in the far corner.

“it’s not like i’m asking you to sleep with me. and aren’t movies counted as dates?” sae counters easily, plopping down on the seat next to you, as if he didn’t just drag you into this just to hide from god knows who.

“okay, genius, answer me this: who are you even running from?”

sae isn’t the type to squirm, but the face he makes might as well be the closest you can get out of him. “i don’t want to do stupid photoshoots.”

although your friendship with sae felt mostly one-sided because of how inexpressive he is, you’re glad you can read him more easily than anyone else. it makes you feel giddy, even if you know that he never explained why he didn’t say goodbye, and your last interaction was, to be frank, mortifying.

but right now, he isn’t saying anything about it. he isn’t even looking at you’re a pebble he kicked off the side of the road, like he usually does to everyone else. so this might be good—maybe sae actually has a heart in there, willing to spare you from embarrassment just to continue this friendship.

even when here, he’s a celebrity, and you’re just a childhood friend who had a crush on him.

you might have liked him because of that—a star the world can’t handle just yet in the body of one boy. he lets you stay by his side, even if you could never follow after him. he’s always there; if he’s not, he comes back somehow, a pull of gravity bringing you together.

with a long, dragged-out sigh at that thought and this situation, you lean against the headrest. “i’m on school break. i wish you just chose some pretty girl to drag into your undercover mission.”

“i did.”

you turn to face him with a grimace, but he’s looking right at you without a hint of amusement. just faint confusion, as if he’s wondering why you’re even wishing for something like that.

deciding to ignore his comment, you continue, “i feel like i’m about to get handcuffed the moment someone sees us together. not the best way to spend my break, itoshi.”

“you won’t,” sae huffs, and it almost sounds like a laugh. “just watch the damn movie.”

stunned at the slight upturn of his lips, you wordlessly watch the screen in front of you, but nothing about it is on your mind and is instead on the boy who you never thought you would see again.

(as always, even with blaring signs and butterflies in your stomach, you choose not to overthink it.)

“i can’t believe you sat through the entire movie,” you remark as soon as the credits roll, chuckling from disbelief.

sae usually leaves halfway through and doesn’t remember anything about it the moment he steps out. that is, if he even bothers watching in theaters in the first place. it’s soccer, soccer, soccer for him, and there is no hope in getting him out of it.

he faces you with a blank stare. “if you wanted to leave, you could’ve just told me.”

“and do that to you when you looked so captivated by a volleyball movie?” you snort, recalling the near-starstruck expression on his face you caught a glimpse of during the climax of the movie. “i’m no monster, itoshi.”

sae blinks, turning away with a scowl. “you were seeing things.”

you give him a helpless, fond smile and thank the heavens he doesn’t see it.

abruptly, he stands up and begins walking away, taking your hand along with it. his hand is warm, and your face is getting warmer, borderline hot, the more he continues doing literally anything.

for someone hiding from a photoshoot, he sure is roaming around with someone else in tow too freely.

“let’s eat dinner.”

“what? stop taking me hostage,” you whine, wriggling in his grip. onlookers give you glances before double-taking when their eyes catch a glimpse of an itoshi sae out in the wild. “i know you missed me and all, but if you keep dragging me everywhere, i’ll start screaming for help.”

“y/n,” he warns, with a slight glare.

you’re pretty sure your eyebrows reach your hairline hearing that from him. a pause, then: “you still remember my name.”

sae frowns. “what do you take me for?”

“an asshole.”

he shrugs and doesn’t deny it. “we were best friends.”

right, your gaze rips away from his, frowning at the floor. best friends. were best friends, ex-friend, classmate from years ago—that’s what you are to sae right now, and who are you to force yourself any more into his life again? look at how that ended up last time.

“actually,” you rip your wrist away from his grasp, trying to hide the hurt that is probably flashing across your face, “i don’t know if i want to eat dinner here, itoshi…”

sae’s frown deepens, but thankfully doesn’t push. “then, give me your number.”

“my number…?”

“you didn’t have a phone before i left,” he explains, with a hand patiently stretched out. “give me your number.”

you reluctantly grant him your phone to show the screen where a series of digits are displayed. dutifully, sae types it down on his own phone, which is probably the latest brand of the most expensive one you can think of.

“what is that for?” you ask, belatedly, once sae’s handed your phone back to you.

“you said you’re on school break. i’m taking you out tomorrow.”

“take me out?”

sae quirks a brow, amused. “are you complaining? didn’t you used to have a crush on me?”

you feel your face go up in flames, mortified. “had. had! that was ages ago. i don’t—”

of course. of course sae didn’t forget! he wouldn’t bring it up early to scare you off into spain, and now he’s cornered you right where he wants you. damn him!

sae tilts his head, inching closer, “you don’t?”

the whiff of his cologne and the dizzying proximity kills off the lies you were about to spew.

with a cough, you glower, “didn’t know you were so obsessed with me that you still remember something as stupid as that.”

he huffs a short laugh and lets you reel from assumptions by staying silent.

god, does he have to be so infuriating? you can almost feel your collar looming over your pulse the more those sharp green pierce straight right at where it hurts the most.

fuck.

this is the part where you realize that even after all this time, sae is still infuriatingly handsome. and even now that you’re mature and can tell right from wrong, you’re still attracted to him. gravity pulling, tugging right back into his palm.

(he is a star; how could you even think of forgetting about the same person you orbit around?)

you slam your hands on the counter, startling your friend into nearly dropping her phone straight onto the marble floor. “i like itoshi sae,” you declare, and recoil at saying that out loud.

kamiko perks up in confusion, blinking owlishly. “what?”

“i like itoshi sae,” you repeat, horrified. “again!” as if once wasn’t traumatizing enough.

she realizes she heard it right the first time and her jaw drops to the floor. “wait, how? what happened? what the hell did i miss? break just started yesterday—”

“he’s back in japan!” you weep, clutching your head with a grip strong enough to rip skin. “and i ran into him…?”

“is that a question or a statement?”

“shut up! he, like, roped me into watching a movie with him, and we spent the entire night together—”

“you had a one-night stand with itoshi sae?”

“not like that!” you shriek, heart bursting so wildly that blood rushes to your cheeks instantly. the implications of that are something you want to ignore. “i was just his… one-night girlfriend. except we didn’t do anything, it was barely even a date.” admitting it aloud makes you realize how stupid it sounds.

“y/n-chan!” kamiko gasps, eyes sparkling so bright you’d think she’s trying to blind you from excitement. she ambles over and grabs both of your hands. “y/n-chan, that is so incredibly stupid of you; you have to tell me everything that happened!”

“hey.” you frown, scandalized. “didn’t you like itoshi, too? and we fought over him through rock, paper, and scissors.”

kamiko’s eyes widen comically, slapping a hand over your mouth. “don’t say that!” she hisses, looking around as if you two aren’t the only ones in her kitchen. “my boyfriend might beat up your boyfriend before he even gets to be your boyfriend!”

the thought of kamiko’s spindly-built boyfriend fighting against soccer genius itoshi sae is a hilarious visual image.

“i’d like to see him try,” you laugh, pulling her hand away.

kamiko lifts one eyebrow, clearly wanting to point out that you didn’t deny anything about sae being your boyfriend. she pulls out her phone and starts researching, looking for any juicy information about japan’s golden boy. “i didn’t know itoshi-kun was back here. is that why my feed has been bombarded with soccer news?”

“i didn’t know either,” you wail, rolling your head to face heavenwards, ready to be taken in. “if i did, i never would’ve gotten out. i wouldn’t be in this mess, then. you’re leaving tomorrow, right? take me with you. i’ll start packing.”

kamiko shakes her head, drawing you back to her. “i’m sorry, y/n-chan. you have to face this like a real man!” with a free hand on your shoulder and fists pumping for effect.

you scowl. she’s betrayed you twice now. “weren’t you the one who wanted me to come!?”

kamiko turns back to her phone, curious. “hey, look. there was an interview earlier…”

sae texted you that same morning after that conversation with kamiko, telling you that he wanted to meet up and see you again. he said he still wanted to eat dinner and asked if you still didn’t want to, but after witnessing the car crash of an interview, you demand answers from him.

right now, though, you’re suddenly regretting not bringing a coat and scarf large enough to avoid any passerby glancing at you and wondering why you looked so familiar.

speaking of:

“hey, did you hear about itoshi’s interview?”

“what? what? itoshi the soccer kid?”

“yes! he said he’s seeing someone!”

“he can’t be! he hasn’t even met me yet!”

“was it the girl people saw with him last night?”

“wow, and here i thought his kind aren’t the type to be interested in romance…”

it’s that interview again. they haven’t stopped talking about it since the release. is that the easiest way to hook the entire population’s attention? stir romance and some celebrity in a pot, and suddenly, it’s pouring out money.

you want to muffle both your ears with your palms, but that would draw more unwanted attention, and you’re already running a bit late to your “date” with itoshi sae.

your heart is pounding. you want to get in there and hold it until it calms down.

“y/n.” a hand catches your arm, tugging you to a chest.

sae is holding you. “you almost ran past me.”

you blink, eyes round. “i was running?”

“from me, it almost seemed like,” he says, and pulls away only to take one good look at you. “you dressed up.”

“i did for you,” you nod, pleased, because you know he means that he thinks you look good. but no. first: “i might’ve been running because of that interview”

sae’s composed expression wavers, for a moment. he avoids your eye, glancing around with deeply furrowed brows. for anyone, he looks like he somehow got stomach cramps, but to you, this is easily translatable as sae being flustered.

“there is nothing to explain.”

“itoshi.” you grab him by the shoulders, heart racing and eyes wild. “you dragged me into a movie date last night. if it turns out you’re already in a relationship, i am going to kick your ass all the way to spain for playing with me—”

sae cups both of your cheeks in return. “i was talking about you, stupid. who else would be there? you think i’d look at anyone else?”

sae glowers at the ground when you try to meet his eyes, murmuring, “there are not a lot of things in japan that interest me. i have my own goals, but i am not immune to this. if you weren’t here, i wouldn’t bother staying— why are you crying?”

“itoshi!!!!” you hug him, sniffling. “i thought— i thought you left and didn’t care for me anymore! i thought i scared you off to spain when you heard about my massive crush on you!”

sae’s face is a mix of constipated and flabbergasted, but he doesn’t make any move to push you away. “what do you mean? you already knew about my feelings for you.”

“...when?” if sae confessed to you in any way, you definitely don’t remember anything, which means it never happened. if sae ever proclaimed his love for you, it’d be the only thing on your mind.

“we went on a date.” sae looks as confused as you are. “did you not know? it was obvious.”

“...what about your attitude made it obvious!?”

“you’re into my attitude.”

“shut up, itoshi.” you lightly hit his chest, overwhelmed by the flurry of emotions that keeps crashing over your soul, “promise me i’m not just a one-time thing?”

“never. you’re never just that.” much to your surprise, sae pulls you in by the waist and smiles. it’s small, barely visible, but it’s still there. “and it’s sae, dumbass. can we get on with the date now?”

“—another question, itoshi-kun,” the interview starts, sliding closer to the edge of her seat to inspect any of itoshi’s micro-expressions (not that she’d get any since sae can easily compose himself, and only those who can understand him well enough can look past that), “pictures from last night are spreading like wildfire! tell us, who were you with?”

sae doesn’t hesitate: “it’s none of your business.”

“hm, but you sure didn’t act that way when you let yourself be seen in public like that,” she says, and though her expression doesn’t give it away, she’s riling him up on purpose.

itoshi’s eyebrow twitches slightly. he looks impatient. “i’m not ashamed to be seen with her, so don’t fucking bother trying anything. what i have with her is out of your concern.”

“so, does that mean—”

“yes, i’m seeing someone,” he cuts her off smoothly, running thin, “and yes, who you saw is the one for me. are you going to keep asking questions unrelated to soccer? i’m going to leave.”

he does leave before the interview can even reply, checking his phone and typing:

sae

let’s meet again.

i want to see you.

a/n: just wanna say: i literally know NOTHING about this man and only based his characterization off of glimpses and scenes i saw from the manga (and for me to translate a soccer match to a romantic fic is torture). so the fact out of everyone in blue lock, a fic about sae has the highest word count is insanity. i need to balance it out with bachira and isagi fics asap.

#606:BLLK #blue lock x reader #x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock fanfiction #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae x you #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x y/n #sae itoshi x you #itoshi sae fic

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Life can try and take you away. But I won’t let it

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • People were falling sick and it turns out the new doc in Alexandria was slowly poisoning people. Boy did he meet his end • ANGST/SFW • TW: Nausea & Vomiting / Anxiety / Poisoning

Requested by: Anon

She looks exhausted Daryl thought when looking at Y/N from across the gardens watching her work slower than usual.

“Daryl, before you head back to the Sanctuary…Siddiq wants to load you up with more pain meds and vitamins he fou—-“

“Imma hang back for a bit. Besides, Rosita is training some of the women there. She can keep an eye on it until I get back” Daryl interrupts Rick but kept his attention on who matters. Rick noticed where his attention was and couldn’t help himself with stating the obvious.

“You know you love her. You’ve loved her for years. Why don’t you just—-“

“Shut it” Daryl cut him off once more when he watched Y/N stand to her feet a bit too fast for her liking and before she even knew it, she was falling back down. “Shit—-“ he quickly ran over with Rick following behind.

Hey

Wake up

Cmon Y/N

Cmon girl

Didn’t want to do this

Splashing her face with water only resulted in Y/N throwing a punch at the nearest person which happened to be Daryl as he caught her fist.

“Chill out. You fainted” Daryl helped her sit up along with Rick as they had someone grab Siddiq in case of anything else.

“So you splashed water in my face?” Y/N frowns pushing Siddiq’s hand away when he tried to feel her forehead. “I’m fine. I got up too fast”

“Are you feeling lightheaded? I would stay on the ground until—-

“I’m fine!” Y/N snapped pushing Daryl back a bit to give her room to stand up and once she did, she stumbled back into Rick as he quickly helped her steady herself. “Ugh. Whatever I’m going to lay down”

“It’ll do yea some good” Rick made his comment and caught her glare his way. “We will come check on you every once in a while. Daryl will you—-“

“I’ll stick with her”

“Oh well I meant just to walk her—-“

“Nah. I’ll give her her space but I’m sticking around in case of anything” Daryl stated, not taking any other suggestions as he rose to his feet keeping close to his currently upset friend who only wanted to work more. But everyone was afraid if she did, she’d pass out somewhere they couldn’t find her.

A couple hours passed and Daryl started to get worried the more he sat in the living room of Carol’s old place. He and Y/N still live there.

“Y/N?” Daryl eventually moved from his spot downstairs, entering her room with hesitation and a bit of panic when her supposedly sleeping form wasn’t in the bed. “Y/N?!” Then he flinched to the repulsive sounds of vomiting but he pushed through and entered the bathroom connected to her room finding her shaking form gripping the toilet. “Y/N, isn’t it getting—-“

“Worse” She choked out before vomiting again and at this point it was bile. Nothing left but her stomach acid coming up. “Everything fucking hurts” she sobbed, feeling Daryl pull her hair back and tie it up with the hair tie he always carries on him just for her.

Daryl gently rested his hand on her forehead feeling that the fever has gotten worse. His anxiety decided to act and radio Siddiq because he wasn’t going to leave her side.

He was instructed Daryl to carry her to the infirmary and to be careful because of her dizzy spells and the fact that she puked. The archer wouldn’t care if she threw up on him if it meant getting her on the road of recovery.

But arriving Siddiq uncovered more that was going on with Y/N. There was a rash on her arm and it seemed to go further under her clothes that Siddiq asked Daryl to get another set of clothes. Specifically a tank top and shorts.

“Y/N, come on. Need you to stay awake for a minute” Siddiq frowns holding her face to watch her eyes slowly lock onto his. She squinted looking at him feeling that pain return as she shut her eyes tight letting him practically man handle her to be on her side leaning over the bed to vomit. “It’s okay…we’ve gotcha. We’ll figure this out”

As Daryl makes a quick descend down the stairs with clothes in hand, he couldn’t help himself when it came to investigating what could be the cause of her symptoms. He set the clothes on one of the bar stools before checking around the kitchen finding ingredients left out.

Carol’s recipe? Daryl thought as he lifted the piece of paper beside the mess reading the ingredient list and the note left by Carol. He shoved the note in his back pocket about to leave when he couldn’t help but grimace to an off smell.

“The fuck…” Daryl scoffs picking up a few of the ingredients to see what the smell was coming from.

After a moment, Daryl came back with the clothes finding Siddiq finishing up an IV line and injecting a sedative.

“Did you—-“

“She was poisoned”

“What?” Siddiq frowns taking the clothes and getting his radio to contact one of their girl friends to help Y/N get changed. “How can you be sure?”

“She was making cookies. One of Carol’s recipes and she didn’t share any because it was a bad batch.”

“I still don’t—-“

“But there was this weird smell and I thought it was just. What was made. Burnt. Then I checked the flour she got and it was rat poison.”

“She grabbed rat poison from the pantry—-“

“No, it was in a flour bag. Somebody tampered with the pantry…this was deliberate” Daryl stated feeling his gaze latch onto Y/N’s curled up form as he gripped onto the clothes he got for her. “This is bad ain’t it”

“Being poisoned is no joke and she’s exhibited a lot of symptoms and if they only get worse…there’s only so much we can do. But right now I need to get my hands on the charcoal tabs from the Kingdom. They are known for helping with absorbing the poison.”

“I’ll go get it. You just. Please.”

Siddiq knew what he wants, what they all want. But it was different with Daryl.

“Siddiq….” Y/N shifted trying to keep herself awake even if her body ached terribly. But she needed to. “Is he gone?”

“He just stepped out. I can go—-“

“No…Siddiq…promise me something” She frowns watching him kneel to her bedside. “Don’t let it eat himself alive if I don’t make it”

“Y/N—“

“Please…we don’t know what could happen further. I…ugh. I wasn’t thinking either” She started to tear up feeling Siddiq’s hand gently brush them away.

“What happened isn’t your fault. We are going to find whoever tampered with the pantry and they will receive consequences. For now just let the sedative work while Daryl gets what we need” Siddiq reassures her fixing the blanket to cover her more as she was shivering but the fever was also still presented.

Carol was notified of Daryl’s arrival from Rick who was updated on Y/N’s condition from Siddiq. She had what he needed at the ready but when he arrived there was much more on his mind and she knew that it was her time to shine.

“Daryl. Don’t you dare”

“I just fucking got here”

“Yeah but you’re taking the blame for something you didn’t even do.”

“She got poisoned. In fucking Alexandria. A place we thought after the war they wouldn’t fuck with. But no that was delusional thinking…” Daryl scoffs opening his pack as Carol packed up what he came to grab. “I could’ve—-“

“Daryl. Stop it” Carol snaps to get himself out of that headspace. “Anything could’ve happened to anybody. It’s a terrible way of thinking that it’s good someone had this happen so that we can get the person who’s tampering with the supply. Now you better get back so she can use this.”

“I read the note. What you wrote under the list”

Carol softens, still keeping a sense of sternness in her expression. “Do you have any idea how badly she would’ve felt if it was you in her shoes? I know you would’ve rather had your place swapped with hers…but she would be just as self destructive. Now go”

When Daryl returned Y/N was situated in the clothes he grabbed for her, an IV for fluids, and a few loose bandages on the rashes that got terrible. She turned her head when she heard the door open tiredly smiling at Daryl watching him as he made his way to her side opening the bottle of the activated charcoal.

The archer almost stopped what he was doing to help her sit up when he watched her struggle a bit given all of her energy depleted.

“What’s that”

“The charcoal shit Siddiq wants you to take”

“Mmm…for what again?” There’s a fuckton of symptoms for someone who was poisoned. Just be glad it’s mental confusion and not yknow a seizure or coma.

Daryl frowns opening her hand and placing the tablets, the required amount, in her hand watching her stare at them for a bit while he grabbed the water from the bedside table. Y/N took the tablets drinking shortly after, giving the glass back to Daryl. He kept his eyes glued on her every move in case something more were to happen but all she really did after taking the tablets were lick her lips and bring her fingers to them.

“Shit…vomitting really dries out your lips somehow…” Y/N scoffs hanging her head down. “I look how I feel huh?”

“You look beautiful” Daryl said as if it were fact and that brought a bit of a heated hue on Y/N’s face while his were set on the tips of his ears. He reached into the inside his vest pocket (something he installed himself) to take out a silver circular tin and giving it to her.

Y/N hasn’t even opened it yet as she was smiling the second he took it out. She knew it was the lip balm she gotten him that she thought he had thrown out.

“Thanks…” She expresses after handing it back once she used it on her lips.

“Mhm. I gotta…tell Siddiq you got the tablets. He’ll instruct yea if you need more” Daryl stated watching her nod along to what he was saying. “I want to check in with Rick about the pantry shit. I’ll be back after” as he started to get up and make his way toward the door he heard a bit of a soft gasp escape her that when he looked at Y/N she averted her gaze grabbing fistfuls of the blanket. “What is it?”

“I…Do you mind…”

Daryl frowns looking at her confused bringing himself back to her bed and checking her person in case she was trying to bring up any pain she was in.

“Y/N?”

“Can you just…stay with me?” Y/N whispers keeping her gaze down. She felt a shift in the bed lifting her gaze with a hint of a smile.

“Yeah, I can do that” Daryl returns the smallest smile, gently tucking a stray hair behind her ear and letting her lean against him.

Until eventually, Siddiq came to check on her finding Daryl holding her close rubbing circles on her back as she slept. She was making a turn for the better and Daryl was keeping an eye on her.

Like always.

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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frost-queen · 8 months

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Worshipped (Reader x Mattheo Riddle)

Requested by: Anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @elllie-does-the-posts, @alex--awesome--22 @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @imagines-by-her, @vviolynn, @melsunshine, @evilcr0ne, @callsignwidow, @whotfskai, @freddieweasleysgf, @untoldshortsofthefandoms

Summary: Reader is obessed with Mattheo's muscular and veiny arms that she folds like a paper for him.

“Oh yeah!” – Lorenzo outed giving Theodore a low five at the sight of the long dueling platform. – “Now this is going to be fun.” – he followed his friends to a corner of the classroom. Lorenzo glanced around the room recognizing Harry in the midst of it. – “Now that smile I’d like to wipe off his face.” – he elbowed Mattheo in the side with a wink. Mattheo rolled his eyes barely giving him a glance. – “Right?” – Lorenzo moved his attention to Theodore who wasn’t much of interaction too. He gave him a simple nod, before staring back at the office above.

Lorenzo gave up leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. – “Great.” – your friend said when entering the defense against the dark arts class. – “Just what I needed a duel class.” – she sighed out, rubbing her shoulders exhausted. – “You don’t think I can pass an excuse to Mad Eye for being incapable of participating due to a quidditch incident?” – you tugged her along on her sleeve passing past others to get a spot by the walls.

“You don’t play quidditch.” – you replied with a smile. – “I know.” – she whined out. You settled with her on the left side close to some Gryffindors and Slytherin girls. Your friend kept stressing out as you exhaled deep. – “Look you might not even have to duel. He can’t possibly let everyone duel within the span of his teaching hours.” – you concluded to offer some reassurance. – “You think so?” – she responded making you nod with a hum.

She exhaled relieved letting herself fall back against the wall. Across the duel platform she spotted Mattheo and his gang of friends. – “I bet they are eager to kick some ass.” – she whispered to you. – “Whoever is dueling against them will surely end up on the floor.” – she continued. You shrugged your shoulders. – “We might be surprised.” – you whispered back to her. From across the room you caught Mattheo’s glance making you quickly look away. The door shut startling a few closest to it.

From the top office emerged Mad Eye Moody. His wooden leg tapped loudly against the flooring as he made his way downstairs. His thick walking stick leaving a few dents in the stairs. His moving eye looked your way as it felt unsettling to you. He kept staring at you for a few seconds till he let his eye move to look at Harry. – “Class today is simple.” – he outed stepping in front of the dueling platform. An arm resting over his cane. – “Two of you duel against each other. Any spell is allowed.” – he said.

Draco nodded with a wide smirk, high fiving Lorenzo. Draco then looked over to Ron and Harry luring them out. Hermione whispered something to them. Probably to not let them get under their skin. – “So who wants to…” – Mad Eye started as Hermione’s arm shot up. – “Ah a volunteer.” – he said as Hermione shook her head. – “Professor I was just wondering when you said every spell. I’m sure you don’t mean the unforgivable curses as well. For that is forbidden.”

Mad Eye smiled and pointed at her. – “I even recommend it!” – he called out loud with a laugh. You looked at your friend thinking this isn’t such a good idea. Draco already slit his throat across the room to Harry and Ron. Hermione stuck her hand up again. – “Yes.” – Mad Eye sighed out. – “That is out of the question! Dumbledore would never allow such a thing! Do you wish to have the blood of your students on your hands!” – she called out not backing away from an argument. Mad Eye mimicked her words with childish muttering making you roll your eyes at him.

“My hands are clean.” – he joked showing her his hands. You exhaled deep raising your hand as well. – “Yes, you!” – he pointed out as almost everyone turned to look at you. – “Why don’t you offer yourself up as test subject?” – you said with an undertone full of attitude. Some boys around you were astonished by your bold words against the professor. – “I’m sure we’re all eager to learn from you. You could deflect such a spell can you not?” – you pouted your lips a bit to downsize him.

Mad Eye mumbled to himself with some annoyance. He then turned around to drink from a flask. Hermione sought out eye contact, giving you an approving nod to back her up. You nodded subtly back. This was no way to teach people to duel by killing each other. You had no dead wish and presumably many others had not as well. – “Fine no unforgivable curses!” – Mad Eye exclaimed rudely with a throw of his hand.

“Who’s up first?” – he called out as Lorenzo stuck his hand up along another boy. Mad Eye pointed at them, then to the platform for them to get on. They readied themselves as Mad Eye gave the signal to start. Spells flashed around as Lorenzo came out victorious. Two girls were up next as one of them got flung back, rolling over the edge. By the fourth duel had Lorenzo stuck up Mattheo’s arm. Mattheo gave him a cold stare for tossing him in the midst. Mattheo got on the platform, waiting in the middle for his opponent. – “Anyone?” – Mad Eye said as no one stepped forwards.

All afraid to duel against Mattheo. Exhaling soft, you stuck your hand up. – “Ah a volunteer!” – Mad Eye spoke as some students made way so he could see you. Mattheo turned to look at you with shock. Mad Eye smiled beyond himself. – “Oh just wonderful.” – he said as you smile sarcastically at him. A boy helped you up on the platform as you met up with Mattheo. – “I’ll go easy on you.” – he said eying you up and down.

You threw him a witty smile. – “Don’t hold yourself back.” – you answered. – “Okay.” – Mattheo replied with a nod. You turned round to head over to your side. Mattheo glanced over his shoulder back to you. – “Crush her!” – Lorenzo cheered at him. – “Easy win.” – Draco told him as it caught your ear. You rolled your eyes standing with your back at them.

You turned around at the same time as Mattheo. – “Ready your wands.” – Mad Eye said as you took in your position. – “Begin!” – he shouted as Mattheo hardened his gaze. – “Stupefy!” – he called out as you waved your wand around you, blocking his spell with protego. Blue swirled around you as it stopped his spell from reaching you. You smiled sweetly at Mattheo tightening your grip on your wand. He swallowed nervously when your expression got serious. – “Locomotor Mortis!” – you shouted as red flashes of magic came out of your wand. Mattheo’s legs got bound as he struggled to keep his balance.

“Levicorpus!” – you then shouted as Mattheo was just in time to deflect your spell with protego. Still bound he bend down trying to untie his legs. – “Expelliarmus!” – Mattheo’s wand got tossed out of his hand making him look up surprised. Now he was completely defenseless. – “Stupefy!” – you then said as Mattheo got hit in the chest getting flung over the platform dropping to the ground. Your friend erupted in loud cheering as many clapped loud for you. You untensed bowing for your audience.

Mattheo got back up looking over the platform to you as he couldn’t fully pull himself up anymore. He puffed with a smile that you had out done him. You got up with the help of your friend. Mattheo joined his friends, holding his hand against his stomach. Draco nudged him hard. Bickering with him that he lost from a girl. After you another pair went up as class was close to ending. Dismissed started everyone to leave the classroom. Your friend and you left class seeing Mattheo was leaning against the wall outside.

The moment you passed he removed himself from the wall, joining your side. – “Y/n Y/l/n.” – he called out sliding an arm over you. You made some brief eye contact with your friend as she got the hint. She moved away, giving you the space with Mattheo. – “Hope I didn’t hit your pride.” – you told him as he inhaled sharp through his teeth. – “Not yet.” – he answered with a chuckle. You glanced to the side seeing his hand over your shoulder. A bit of his sleeve pulled back revealing his wrist to you. Seeing how muscles and veiny it was made you swallow. Somehow that was very appealing to you.

“I didn’t know you were such a duelist or were you just eager to get me.” – he said making you pull your attention away from his wrist. – “What would you like the answer to be.” – you responded leaning in close to tease him. Mattheo smiled losing his mind over how ravishing that was. His bad boy attitude stroked with sarcastic comments that could make the serotine in his brain release. You swallowed shyly at those eyes he flashed your way. subtly feeling his muscles tense as he moved your neck closer to him.

Your heart started to beat faster as the urge grew to grab his hand and let your fingers go up his arm wanting to feel those muscles. Something inside of you snapped needing to touch him. You touched his chest, moving your hand a bit. – “Still in pain?” – you asked feeling yourself warm up for doing something so bold. Mattheo smiled taking your hand and removing it gently from against his chest. – “Only when you touch it.” – he whispered almost making you weak on the knees. - “Good thing I didn’t hit any weak spots.” – you answered letting his arm slide off your shoulder.

Mattheo and you parted ways as you went to search for your friend. Out of sight you needed a moment to cool yourself down. Never in a million years did you think Mattheo Riddle would hold such a grip over you. Sure he was handsome, a first class bad boy and very picky in his taste in girls but seeing that wrist of his made something snap inside of you. It made you wonder what the rest of him looked underneath his shirt. There was something so handsome of well enough muscles arms. You barely lost control now, you weren’t sure what would happen if you would encounter him again if you saw a bit of skin.

Luckily your friend was waiting for you by the great hall. You entered with her taking a seat on the long tables along some other Slytherins. – “So what did he want?” – she asked curious. You shrugged your shoulders. To be honest you couldn’t remember much of it. If one were to ask you about it, you’d probably just ramble on about his arms and how they were in contact with your body. Words weren’t necessary when his body had you in such a clutch. – “When you speak of the snake.” – your friend whispered nudging you. Looking up you saw Mattheo enter with his friends.

He came sitting a table before yours, facing your way. He flashed you a devious smile before sitting down. Your friend had to suppress her excitement at how Mattheo was looking at you. Mattheo folded his hands before him as yet again a bit of wrist became visible. You caught yourself stare instantly at it. The scenario in your mind anything but playful. Knee trembling under the table you really had to withheld yourself to not jump over the tables and rub your hands over his arms.

Mattheo caught you staring making him smile. You forced yourself to look away, hoping you weren’t drooling over him. You moved yourself a bit so that your friend was blocking your focus on him. Whenever you accidently looked at him, you noticed he was looking back at you whilst chatting. His attention drawn to you while his mouth was engaged in the conversation. Unable to control yourself anymore you got up leaving with your friend. Mattheo watching your leave with full attention. Lorenzo waved his hand in front of him to snap his attention back.

Your friend and you went outside where you enjoyed some relaxed afternoon under the sun. After a few other classes you went to your common room in the dungeons. The two of you sat down on the sofa as your friend jumped back up. She pulled from underneath her a book. – “How did that come here?” – she questioned looking at the cover. – “Who’s it from?” – you asked as she opened the first page. – “Malfoy.” – she sighed out. She pushed the book in your arms. – “Here you take it to him.” – she said. – “What? No!” – you answered shoving it back to her. She pushed it back your way.

“Do it for me.” – she begged. – “No!” – you answered loudly trying to keep your voice down. – “Do it yourself!” – you forced the book back her way as she fumbled against your grip. – “See it as an opportunity to talk to him.” – you whispered to her knowing of her silly crush on him. She immediately shook her head. – “I don’t have a dead wish!” – she whispered back throwing the book on your lap. You took it, flapping it her way. – “Don’t be a baby and give it to him!” – she moved her hands behind her back, shaking her head.

You threw it in her lap as she squealed loud. Slapping it away like something dirty. It fell back with you as you sighed loud. – “I’ll buy you all the candy you want.” – she said. – “So you want me to overdose on sugar?” – you quirked your eyebrow up. – “I’ll do your homework than? Buy you new clothes? Lie for you? Please I’ll do anything but give it to him with perhaps a good word for me.” – she begged praying with her hands. – “Fine!” – you gave in. – “But you better talk to him one day or I’ll force you into a situation so uncomfortable you’ll hate it.” – she nodded her head firmly as you got up.

Dragging yourself up the stairs you went to Draco’s dorm that he shared with his friends. You knocked loudly waiting for someone to call you in. – “In.” – you heard making you open the door. Popping your head inside, you froze. Instead of finding Draco, you found Mattheo half-naked. His entire chest bare as you had a full pleasure of his muscular body. – “Y/n? What are you doing here?” – he asked holding his shirt. Speechless you moved Draco’s book up to show him.

Mattheo frowned. You entered more; gaze caught on his chest. – “Malfoy’s.” – you managed to get out. – “That idiot.” – Mattheo sighed out coming closer to you. Your eyes widened practically shaking as he came nearer. He plucked the book out of your hand, looking briefly at it. Wetting your lips, you so wanted to go smoothly over his muscles and veiny arms. You had never had such a dirty mind but licking them might have crossed your mind.

“Y/n?” – Mattheo said noticing you were staring lost at him. You hummed softly still charmed by his muscles. Mattheo chuckled making you look up to him. The way he looked at you set you over the edge. You completely lost it. You let your hands slide up his arms to his neck as you drew your head closer. The sensation that overtook you whilst feeling his arms was ravishing.

You kissed him hard feeling his neck. Mattheo grabbed you kissing you back. Your lips followed his pace as your hands went down his arms again meeting in the center of his chest. Mattheo removed your hands from on his chest bringing them up to his neck. Inhaling sharply you kissed him hard again. Heating up at the sensation leaving your brain. Mattheo chuckled when you started kissing his neck and shoulder.

“Easy there Y/n.” – he said at your eagerness. He tilted your head up to him, pressing his lips on yours again. Taking his hands you wrapped them around you, wanting him close. – “You’re so mine.” – he whispered to you tilting your chin up by his thumb. – “I so am.” – you whispered back before kissing him again.

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karalovesallthegirls · 2 months

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“i’m not going to write this” you say as you simultaneously create a tag for any future instalments in the same universe. (i see you and i agree lena should have two wives.)

Listen obviously I’m not going to write this story BUT just imagine…. The tension, the forced conversations as Kara and Lena both pretend to still be the women they were all those years ago, pretend like they aren’t strangers with nearly a decade of distance between them. With Kara and Lena experiencing an anxious desperation to get away from each other as deep as their desire to never leave each other’s sight.

Andrea goes to bed before them - she has to, she’s trying to be strong but even she isn’t strong enough to navigate the sleeping arrangement - and when she wakes up in the middle of the night it’s not a surprise to find Lena’s side of the bed empty and untouched. The predictability doesn’t lessen the burn. The guest room sits empty, though, and instead she finds Lena curled up in a ball on the couch with Kara sleeping beside her. Not on the couch, no, instead sat propped on the floor at Lena’s feet, her hands gripping right at her ankles in her sleep. Like she was scared if she let go for a second Lena would vanish.

Everyone wants to know what this means for them - Kara was dead legally, so their marriage was voided in the law, but then Kryptonians mate for life, and it’s not like Lena ever really let her go in her heart - but they have no answers. It’s clear they don’t fit together anymore, not any of them, but the idea of any one of them letting go is unimaginable. So they fight and they fake it and they find ways to connect as the new, scarred versions of themselves, and there’s a palpable jealousy between the three of them.

Andrea can feel Kara’s eyes burning into her when she comforts Lena, when they share well-worn jokes Kara never learned. And Andrea can see the longing in Lena’s every move, every word, and it burns and burns and burns. Andrea stares at Kara and wishes she had stayed dead. Her dreams are filled with the other woman: dreams of her dying again, of her never returning at all. Of her smirk as Lena tells Andrea they’ve run their course because “really, did you think I’d pick you over her?”

Andrea dreams of what Kara’s mouth must taste like, of how her lips and tongue might move against her own, what she must do to have Lena so fully under her spell. Perhaps if she could kiss her then she could know how to give Lena everything she’s been missing for seven years. Maybe then she could be enough for her. She feels almost desperate thinking about it.

And Kara burns just as deeply in her own way, Andrea can feel it. Kara’s eyes track her every move, always studying and analyzing and overwhelming her. The questions are endless every day - tell me about your life, what do you love to do, what makes you tick.

“You are the one person she chose after me. She wanted you,” Kara explains after Andrea’s furious refusal to answer her forty ninth question about her perspective on things. She’s staring at her with a hunger Andrea feels in her toes. “I have to understand. I have to know every part of you.”

Kara looks at Andrea like she wants to devour her whole. Andrea feels the same.

#once again and cannot emphasize this enough…… not writing this #two wives AU #i should work on two doors down lmfaooo I am in my Andrea feels

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t0xicityz · 5 months

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Finding Nemo<3

Poly seventeen x Fem!Reader

Summery: boys came back from the studio missing you only to find they actually are missing you, before they could get worried they all got a text saying.. “come find me<3”

A/N: heyooo! First fanfic please forgive me if there is any spelling mistakes or if my grammar is bad, I was born in the pacific islands so this wasn’t my first language and this fanfic is short so sorry guys I didn’t have any other ideas I ran out😭

“Seungcheol tell Mingyu to move! I need to see ___!”

Seungcheol sighed as Seungkwan started whining when mingyu was taking his time to get inside the house, the others were laughing while seungkwan was lightly hitting mingyu on the back while trying to push him.

When they made it inside seungkwan was running around trying to look for you only with the others but you have seem to gone so wonwoo pulled out his phone to call but when he did it went straight to voicemail. “Strange..” wonwoo said as everyone saw it go to voicemail.

But when they all tried to call her it still went to voicemail and as seungkwan started whining along with mingyu they suddenly hear their phone go off so everyone quickly picked up their phone only to find a text from ___.

My___<3: come find me my loves<3

They all sighed before a smirk started to appear on everyone’s faces, everyone was silent before Vernon started to speak. “Let’s make a bet, first one to find her gets to have her all to themselves for the night if she consents of course.” Everyone nodded and seungkwan pulled a contract he wrote down while Vernon was talking. “Ok everyone sign it just in case someone tries to cheat.” So everyone signed.

Signatures:

Mingyu:3

Seungkwan<3

Minghao:)

Junhui. (Dk: boring 🥱)

Scoups.seungcheol

Hoshi 🐯

DK. AKA DOKYEOM>:) (Kwan: just DK gosh🙄)

Woozi

Joshua^v^

Jeon.Wonwoo (mingyu:🤭)

Jeonghan

Vernon

Dino

“Ok the game begins.” So everyone sprinted out and started looking for you, everyone looked everywhere under the beds, in the closets under the couch, under the kitchen table even in the bathrooms but still couldn’t find you, while they were looking you were hiding in a attic.

You heard a few of the boys walk past but never worried you because you know they were never going to find you.

Oh boy were you wrong.

You were about to fall asleep but your eyes flew open when you heard someone trying to open the attic, so you quickly got up and started looking around to find something you can hide in. The only thing you could hid in is an empty box so you quickly jumped in the box and closed it right as the attic door opened.

You could hear the footsteps of someone but then turned into multiple footsteps which means.

Everyone is in the attic.

You held your breath in when they got closer to you but remembered you theft your phone out there on the floor. While you were scolding yourself you hear one of them laugh as they started talking.

“She probably isn’t in here”

“Yea your right let’s go check somewhere else”

“But what about the ph-“

“Probably moved to another spot that little cheater, she’s not here let’s go.”

You heard shuffling here and there then heard the attic door shut, you were about to jump out the box when you heard the attic door open again.

“I forgot guys ___ wanted us to take this box to the garage we might as well do it now”

You got confused but nearly screamed when you felt yourself getting picked up and taken out of the attic, you where kinda relaxed when you hear someone said.”put the box in the garage then hurry up and find ___!”.

You heard a door open before you felt yourself getting put down then heard the footsteps faded along with the door closing. You sighed as you waited there for a bit then as you opened the box to get out you looked around only to find the you are not in the garage.

Your are in your bedroom surrounded by all 13 of them giving you a smug look as you were shook they actually found you less then an 2 hours.

You quickly stood up pouting then started complaining, but as you were about too, seungcheol got up and closed your mouth shut with a filthy kiss but got stopped by Vernon.

“Hey remember the bet you were not the only one who found her too, we all found her at the same time.” Seungcheol rolled his eyes and he sat back down while Vernon wrapped his hands around your waist as he gave you a smile.

“Probably want to know how we found you, well we were actually going to leave the attic because we thought you weren’t in there but saw your a little bit of your head sticking out of the box so we thought it was a great idea to tease you a little.”

You grunted as you plopped down onto the bed right next to wonwoo and jeonghan, then quickly got up as you gave them a confused look. “What do you mean bet?”

They gave each other a look before wonwoo gently sat you back down onto the bed as they all got up and surrounded you, wonwoo being the closest wrapped his arms around you as the rest were looking at you up and down before woozi started talking.

“Sorry baby but we made a bet to see if one of us would find you first but ended up with all of us finding you.”

“So what’s the prize for the winner..?”

Joshua walked up to you then bent down while rubbing your cheek gently.

“You Darling.”

You almost choked on air when you heard what he had said, your eyes were wide along with your mouth. “But if you don’t want to we don’t have to my love.” Minghao said as he gave you a reassuring smile along with the rest.

You thought about it for a little then started mumbling as you nodded your head. “What was that sweetie come on baby tell us what you want?” Seungkwan said as he started kissing your neck, “Please I want it do whatever you want I don’t care just p-please” you said as your body shuddered.

“Ok baby you ready to begin because once you say yes there is no going back unless you use the safe word.”

“…yes”

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #svt smut #seventeen smut #seventeen imagines #svt fanfic #kim mingyu x reader #woozi x reader #wonwoo x reader #seungkwan x reader #seungcheol x reader #junhui x reader #hoshi x reader #minghao x reader #vernon x reader #jeonghan x reader #joshua x reader #dk x reader #dino x reader

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sylvies-chen · 5 months

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I love the ballad of songbirds and snakes, don’t get me wrong. but the streets are comparing coriolanus snow to anakin skywalker and I just… somebody get me a gun! I need to buy a gun!

and listen, I totally get the idea behind it. they’re both young formerly promising men who spiralled downwards into violence and authoritarianism and, as a result, betrayed their best friends and the women they care for. on a basic level, they have some similarities. but again, it’s like… the most BASIC and SURFACE LEVEL comparison to make!

snow is not a fallen angel or tragic doomed hero. the entire point of the book + film was that he was always prone to thinking manipulatively, to being selfish, to being violent, to liking the system too much, to letting not just anger but genuine hatred inform his decisions. HE IS THE VILLAIN. and vader is a villain too— the most iconic villain of all time— but anakin is a whole other story, and coriolanus doesn’t hold a candle to anakin when you compare some deeper elements of their motivations.

first off, you only need to look at how they treat their ladies to understand what I’m saying. everyone loves the heartbreak of anakin and padme just as they love the heartbreak of lucy and snow, but that love for their tragic story seems to blind people to the absolute insanity that is snow’s thoughts about lucy. he lies to her, thinks she’s trying to kill him, her song doesn’t satisfy or please him, and in the books he even goes so far as to say she isn’t even that good looking??? anakin, on the other hand, delivers a minute-long monologue about how deeply in love he is with padme, how a single kiss from her haunts him, how he is willing to utterly devote himself to her and fulfil her every demand because there’s nothing else he can do. he expresses his love in a very immature way at times, but it is real and genuine. tbosas makes you question at times whether coriolanus really loves lucy, or whether just this idea of “taming” her seems appealing.

even their downward spirals are vastly different in nature. coriolanus snow becomes more paranoid in an attempt to maintain his image, in order to keep lucy under his spell. his ambitions are nuanced, not black and white by any means, but they are selfish. anakin’s spiral, though there’s no denying the horrific acts he commits, begins from a place of fear and love. he is so genuinely scared of losing his wife and his unborn children that he becomes susceptible to an outside force manipulating him towards the dark side. anakin also fulfils that element of the shakesperian tragic hero in that there’s this idea of potential that we see so present in him. he’s introduced as the one who would bring balance to the force, someone powerful beyond comprehension, a saviour of sorts. snow was never shown to have that level of promise. he was just a man who existed in a system and it is about him grappling with that system until eventually that disgusting fascist mindset takes over.

and lastly, of course, you can’t ever mention these two in tandem without remembering the fact that anakin did the right thing in the end! and coriolanus did not! luke fought to bring anakin back when vader had taken over for so many years, and in the end it paid off. anakin does the truly selfless thing in sacrificing himself to save luke. he lets love inform his decisions, as he once did before, only the fear is gone and so that love orients him towards good instead of darkness. anakin is a fallen angel, but he’s also a man who loved too much and didn’t know what to do with it. snow, comparatively, admits he isn’t above killing children and then laughs in the face of the masses he’s worked to oppress for over half a century right before his death.

anakin skywalker’s story is of the destruction and reconstruction of his good heart, of light, of balance, of love. it is cyclical, and it is tragic. coriolanus snow’s story is not. it is a story not of something sinister growing in an otherwise good heart, but a story of something sinister unravelling and revealing itself.

they are not the same.

#anakin skywalker #coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #star wars #star wars prequels #lucy gray baird #anidala #anti coriolanus snow #anti snowbaird

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Dissecting Smut: Worthy

Hey, we recently had a short discussion on our Discord about how to write smut. While there are plenty of resources out there for different terms and what to consider for the more "technical" aspects, I thought it might be helpful if I go into how I build atmosphere, what kind of thoughts go into specific sentences, and so on.

So this is for all writers, but also of course readers!

Under the cut for explicit content

We're looking at the Bane-fucking scene from Worthy, Chapter 2. Previous to this Tav had been edged without release in Ch. 1, now Bane appeared, and he made Gortash lick his boots. I needed to now move into the Bane-fucking somewhat seamlessly, so I decided to have Tav undress him.

Everything in bold marked by me:

She walked over to him and took off the boots that Gortash had licked moments ago, the long streaks still visible. Bane stood up so she could undo his buckle, loosening his pants so that they dropped to the floor, and he stepped out of them while Tav pulled them away. He wasn’t wearing underwear or socks, so his thick thighs, large feet, and massive cock stood free immediately.

the long streaks still visible gives a visual queue for the reader. everyone can picture the dampness a tongue lick leaves behind. having this here connects the previous scene to Tav, who so far had been passively watching.

I wanted this to be size kinky so I made sure to mention Bane's size several times. Having her undress him helped make that clear as this was the time she really got up close to him, noticing how large he was (once again).

Sitting back down on the altar, he patted his lap before cupping Tav’s face with his hand, his palm larger than her cheeks. “Come. I know your cunt is begging for release.”

another size reference. it's subtle – just the mention of his palm against her cheeks, a generally tender gesture, drives that home

"begging for release" – tying this back to what happened previously (aka the edging in chapter 1). sometimes people struggle with writing smut that is embedded into the chapter or scene, and stuff like this is how I personally like to do it. Have characters banter, or refer to something that happened earlier. It doesn't always have to be sexual!

Tav looked around the room, taking in the scene once more, almost as if to figure out if this was all some sort of weird prank or if she had been privy to a spell that made her hallucinate. But the Banites, having stopped chanting, simply stood there and watched while Gortash sat on the back of his feet, staring at her with an unreadable expression.

this paragraph is me zooming out of the scene. if you imagine a movie, we had a lot of close ups (the boot licking, the descriptions of his size, the spoken lines). I like contrasting this every now and then by adding a description of the wider room/setting, to really anchor it in the moment.

The Banites are still there! They're mostly irrelevant for now but adding them here takes the edge off for the readers wondering what is going on with them. It also, yet again, ties it back to the earlier scenes in the fic

it also buys some time for pacing. Tav is still a bit hesitant because of her disbelief, so having her buy time feels authentic.

Gortash being mentioned makes sure we just don't "forget" about him. He's kneeling, he's "parked there", so to speak, so we acknowledge him even though he won't be a major part of the action. "closing" this makes sure readers don't keep wondering what happened to him and can focus on the action

“I hate waiting”, Bane roared, and his tone was sharp for the first time. Swallowing nervously Tav climbed into his lap, reaching down to guide his already hard erection into her, but his big hand caught hers before she could. “This isn’t anything to be rushed”, he interrupted her, looking into her eyes. Tav’s world started to spin – the fiery red pulled her in, quickening her heart rate while slowing her breathing, making her feel dizzy and lightheaded. “This is worship.”

He hates waiting but he doesn't want to rush – at first glance contradictory, just like I wanted Bane to come across. He has a specific logic to him that is all about him being obeyed. I put this section in specifically to build character and show that he has one rule: his word is law, immediately. he called out to her, she didn't immediately obey, hence the roaring. two seconds later he's issuing a new command. keep up, Tav

"worship": I made sure to throw in as many religious themes as possible, tying this into the overarching theme of making amends to a god

He took her hands behind her back, holding them and her in place at the same time, then brought his other hand between her legs. She was still wet, or wet again, it was getting hard to tell.

a slight callback to the previous scenes agains while also establishing that Tav is into what is happening (with a slight dash of dubcon)

Bane pushed one finger into her cunt without warning, and Tav gasped at the girth of it. When he added a second one she thought she would faint, moaning loudly as he pumped in and out of her.

Size kink! size kink! size kink!

"moaning loudly" - have the characters make noise!

The god took his time with her, adding flicks of his thumb against her clit until Tav’s eyes rolled back, then pulled his fingers back out to a protesting whine from her. Between them, pressed against both of their stomachs, was his large cock, and Tav licked her lips thinking about sinking down on him.

Establishing that she is into him here. She enjoyed it, she wants more of it, she makes it known (subconsciously!)

Utilize different senses to show pleasure: she can't focus her vision, she makes a sound, she licks her lips (touch/taste)

Humming with approval, Bane brought his slick-covered fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. “Adequate”, he nodded and let go of her hands, then lifted her body up by her thighs as if she didn’t weigh anything. “Guide”, he commanded.

Bane is into Tav enjoying this. It's hot because this isn't non-con so having characters get turned on by the other's pleasure is always good. Have the characters react to each other!

"sucking them clean": nothing like throwing in some taste/touch references

Character/atmosphere building: while he is into her arousal, he is still Bane, so he bosses her around.

Tav reached down to push his tip against her entrance. Just the tip alone was wide, so wide, and when he lowered her body down on him she sobbed out a curse so loud it echoed through the hall as her walls stretched to accommodate him. From behind her, she heard Gortash suck in a deep breath.

Now, after building all this foreplay/tension, she's about to fuck him. We're really driving home the size kink so of course another mention of his girth

It's difficult for her to take him. We're switching between external view (push his tip against her entrance, lowered her body – this is all "looking down on them" phrasing as a narrator) and her feelings (wall stretching, sobbed out a curse – we're put into her sensations, helping us visualize it better) before going back into the wider setting (echoed through the hall, she heard Gortash)

check that I wrote "she heard Gortash suck in a deep breath", instead of "Gortash sucked in a deep breath". This phrasing is something I use a lot and it centers Tav, making it truly her POV.

“Fuck”, Tav panted, sitting still, unmoving, Bane’s cock twitching inside her as her muscles worked hard to fit him. The god chuckled deeply, then leaned back on the altar to rest his body on his forearms, watching her. “Worship me”, he demanded, voice booming through the room.

again, Tav needs time. I feel this makes it more authentic, so she sits still, giving her body a moment.

Bane is amused because he's this weird detached deity. Mentioning his odd mannerisms helps with that.

another religious reference in a commanding tone for tension/atmosphere!

It was almost too much and she hadn’t even started, but Tav rolled her hips tentatively into his, then raised her body so she could sink down on him again, spreading more of her juices on his cock. After a few repetitions she felt ready to ride him properly.

We're leaving the factual descriptions of the action for the sake of giving Tav a bit more POV by mixing in "it was almost too much" and "she felt ready"

Her pants were so loud she could barely hear herself think. Not that anything coherent was happening on her mind anyway – all she could focus on was the way Bane’s length pushed into her, rubbing at spots that made her whimper with need, and how his menacing eyes dragged over her body again and again, watching her cunt sink down on him, her tits bounce, and her mouth fall open.

More audio clues! She's fucking him now, so I'm showing her arousal here with the panting. Not using "moan" was a deliberate choice: She is panting from exertion, too. Moaning would not have made that point.

The second, very long sentence centers how she experiences Bane all while letting us know what Bane is doing. Tav is so into it that everything fades to black. It's just fucking Bane, so the descriptions are also only fucking Bane.

Bane, still half shadow, half man, felt different than anything she’d ever experienced. Every inch she took in dragged out a new sort of desire, every part he touched burned her core with need. But he was breathing heavily too, flaming eyes half-closed with lust, and hands clenched into fists.

if it's just Bane, what does that mean? He's a god, after all. I mentioned in the chapter earlier that he was a shadowy figure, so I wanted to include that here, so that readers don't wonder about that. Nothing more distracting than dropping in a particular description of something and then never bringing it up again!

He's aroused too and that shows through his tensing body. It's good fucking.

After a particularly slow roll of her hips he groaned and sat up, bringing his hands down to her ass to pull her into him. “Don’t tease”, he growled. “Submit.” And with that he started to pound into her, slamming his hips upwards with force. Tav’s breath caught in her throat, but when a shadow enveloped her breast, sucking on it with greed, her cunt started to spasm around him.

it doesn't matter if Tav was teasing or just taking it slow because he's massive, here's another part where we get to witness Bane's arbitrary demands.

I decided not to have a long build up for her at this point, and rather have her come almost suddenly. Why? She's been edged the entire first chapter so I didn't want to repeat myself, Bane is not into the whole edging thing right now, and I wanted to show that she has little control over how things go, even in her orgasm. Instead of a slow build up with references about how she's climbing, Bane sucks on her tit and she gets so overwhelmed she comes on the spot.

“G-gods”, she came so forcefully she punched his chest, crying out a curse while gasping again and again, waves of accumulated pleasure releasing all at once while he bounced her on his cock. Between their legs her cunt gushed out spurts of wetness, and Bane huffed with approval as it dripped down his balls and alongside the insides of his thighs.

yes she's calling on the gods while fucking one. i found it funny :D

punching his chest with her comparably small hand as another reflexive action. rationally she would never punch Bane. but she's overwhelmed, so she does

She squirts all over him and Bane is into that. Again reflecting her pleasure by having another character react to it. Show, don't tell, how hot this is.

“Good girl”, he praised her, slowing his movements, and Tav blushed at the unexpected compliment. Suddenly, spotting something behind her, Bane chuckled. “See what the Black Hand thinks of your worship.” Tav turned her chest and crooked her head so she could see Gortash behind her, still kneeling in front of the altar, his hands clasped on his back. His cock was half-hard, and down on his thighs she spotted a small puddle of cum.

we're slowly zooming out now: at first Bane talks to her, pulling our attention away from specific body parts to a conversation. By asking her to look at something I'm gently widening the scene for the readers so we can get into the description of what else is/was happening in the room

Gortash! yes. he's still kneeling. we're not surprised by this because it was mentioned earlier. but he came untouched: this also drives home the point about everyone being into this, plus it's a hot kink, and last but not least it ties him into the scene. If I hadn't have him come here, I probably would have had him exchange words with Bane to subtly include him back into the scene.

The chapter goes on for longer (including knotting), but I'm gonna stop at this point. Happy to expand more if anyone wants me to!

If you made it this far: wow, thank you. Let me know if this was helpful, or insightful, or interesting! And if you have a specific scene from one of my fics you'd like me to dissect (smut or otherwise), send me an ask!

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Trouble -> Chapter one

This is gonna suck.

Story Summary: Final year in college, the intern year. You get a once in a lifetime opportunity when Shoko Ieiri lets you intern at her hospital with her and her team.

Chapter summary: While it is your final year in your university you get an internship for one of the most important hospitals from Ieiri Shoko. You help her and study under her. You meet her two co-workers Geto and Gojo. The latter making you wish you chose a different career path.

Masterlist

Warnings: none

Taglist: @satxoru

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Ieiri Shoko. One of the most top Pathologist working in Tokyo. Apart of the ‘dream team’ of diagnostics. You had read almost everyone of her articles.

So when you got an offer from Shoko herself to come study under her and her team, you were so excited. This would be the best hands on experience you could get.

—

You walked up to the reception lady — nervous. “I’m here to internship under Dr Shoko.” The woman slowly looked up.

She made a disapproving hum before reaching over to her phone. She dialed a number and waited for the other side to pick up.

You fingers tapped against the counter, while slightly bitting you cheek.

“Dr Shoko? Yes there’s a lady up here claiming she’s interning under you.” “Okay I’ll send her up.”

She placed the phone back down and looked up at you. “Room 165 4th floor.” You nodded and made your way to the elevators, the whole trip up you were panicking.

What should you say? What if she made a mistake choosing you? Oh god what were you going to say?!

The doors opened and their the doctor herself was standing. “Welcome, I figured I’d meet you here so I could show you the way to my office.”

You nodded dumbly and followed after her quickly as she gestured for you to follow with her hand.

She opened the door — that had her name and practice written perfectly— and held it open for you.

Once you entered you noticed to other people. They must be Geto and Gojo. Two other best doctors of Tokyo that were apart of Dr Shoko team.

“Hey, I’m Geto.”

The one with long black hair spoke up, send you a slight wave with a kind smile. You smiled back and was quick to introduce yourself as well. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you Dr Geto.”

You looked over too the next guy, who was tossing a ball up in the and catching it, only to continue to repeat it.

“You must be Dr Gojo?” You asked just to clarify, you didn’t want to mistake him for someone else.

He caught the ball once again but didn’t toss it back up. He turned his chair to you and looked you up and down before clicking his tongue.

“Uh huh, that’s me scrubs.” You looked down to your white scrubs before telling him your name, feeling a bad vibe from him. “Oh my name is Y/N.”

“Yeah I heard.” Okay no need to be an asshole. You thought to yourself.

Doctor Shoko cleared her throat before interrupting the little challenging stare the two of you were sharing. “Okay, now that that’s out the way. Why don’t we start taking a look at this case.”

Shoko placed a file folder onto the table for Gojo to pick up.

He placed his ball in his coat and opened the file up, Geto leaning over his shoulder taking a look as well. “Night terrors, and double vision. Kid was hit in the head at a football game recently. Nothing special.”

“This case was given to use by Yaga. We have to at least find a solution to his problem.” Geto reminded the white haired doctor.

“Here’s a solution and here’s the problem: kid has a concussion and needs to sleep.” Gojo threw the folder onto the table.

You picked it up and started to look over his case. Multiple doctors, all saying the same thing as doctor Gojo.

“This kids seen a lot of doctors.” Your voice spoke up, stopping the bickering between Shoko and Gojo.

“So?” Gojo was looking at you as if you didn’t even know how to spell toast. “Different kinds of doctors saying the same thing. If there treatment isn’t working, then the diagnosis is wrong.”

Gojo pushed himself out the chair and walked around the table to you. He was tall, over 6’ foot tall.

He looked over your shoulder and looked at the file on more time. He let out a bored hum and snatched it from you — making his way to the door.

“Gojo where are you going?!” Shoko’s irritated voice stopped him as he slightly opened the door. “I’m gonna go examine this patient, and proved all this is, is some worried parents.”

He walked out the door making Shoko sigh out in annoyance. “I’m sorry about him. He’s always my way or no way.” You nodded at her and gave her an awkward smile.

“It’s okay, maybe it was something I did?”

Geto placed a hand on your shoulder, and smiled at you. “Your interning yes?”

You nodded up at the doctor beside you. “Then maybe go with Gojo and see what he does, hands on experience is the best kind.” You looked to Shoko weary.

“You should listen to Geto, besides me and him need to go over things in private.” You nodded you head in understanding and made your way to exit the room.

You noticed Dr Gojo by the elevator doors and hurried over him. When Gojo saw you making your way over to him he clicked on the button more.

He stepped into the doors and sighed in relief when the started closing. Though that relief was short lived as your hand stopped the doors from shutting all the way.

“Look I don’t do autographs lady.”

You rolled your eyes at his arrogance and stepped into the elevator beside him. “Geto and Shoko sent me with you.”

“Of course they did.” He whispered to the sky as if he was cursing god.

“I haven’t even met you more than ten minutes and you already hate me.” You turned and gave the taller man a pointed stare.

The doors opened back up and Gojo started to walked to the patient’s room. “I don’t hate you.” He opened the door. “I just don’t like you.” And walked through it, not holding it open.

You hurried into the room and just remained at the door, not wanting to get on his bad side any worse.

“So, mark. I hear you hit your head pretty bad.” Mark nodded his head and Gojo took a seat on the counter of the room. “What I’m interested in is your night terrors.”

“There awf-awful.” Mark spoke, but stutters as if he doesn’t even want to remember it. “He hasn’t slept in days.” His mother adds on.

“Really? Says here that your last doctors recommended it and prescribed you sleeping pills. Are you not taking them?” You could already see where Gojo was leading with this.

“I- I can’t, the nightmares won’t go away.”

Gojo turned his head to you and gave you a look saying ‘I told you so.’ “Night terrors happens from two things. An injury from the head, or high stress such as sexual assault.”

Your eyes widens at Gojo’s words, they were pointed at the parents even if he was talking to Mark. “Are you accusing us?” That dad was quick to jump and question. Rightfully so.

“No, I’m telling you want it comes from in most cases, you son has had an injury to the head. So don’t worry, child care won’t come knocking.”

The audacity of this man. “Take the sleeping pills, your kids fine.” Gojo grabbed the folder and handed it to you as he walked out.

You follow him through the doors, “did you seriously have to be like that to them?” Gojo stopped and turned to you.

“In the folder it says that they’ve listened to the doctors. That they’ve taken the treatment.” He pointed to the file before continuing on. “Your argument was if the treatment isn’t working then something’s wrong with the diagnosis.

That kid admitted to not taking the sleeping pills, so he’s not taking the treatment, that’s the problem, not the diagnosis.”

You were too stunned to even speak, not like you even could, because the second you went to say something Gojo sushed you.

You looked to where he’s looking — through the window in the door — and on the other side you just seen it last second a jerk in the leg.

Gojo was quick to walk back in and ask the boy questions.

“Are you tired?” Mark was quick to not yes, but Gojo further explained. “Are you tired this second, this instant?”

“No, I’m not tired right now.” The parents were quick to ask questions but gojo only continued to question the teenager. “Did you feel that twitch in your leg?” A no came from mark.

Gojo started to flash a light in his eyes and you turned to the worried parents and started to answer there question.

“Sometimes if the brain thinks we’re falling asleep they will send a signal, to try and wake up that part of the body. The brain is thinking the body is dying.”

The couple only grew more worried and ask more questions.

Gojo took a few steps away from the boy and stood beside you. “Good job, now they think there kids gonna die.” You looked to the couple who were hugging there kid. You looked back to Gojo and noticed how blue his eyes actually were.

The doctor handed you the light he was using, “admit him over night and get the nurse to do another family history check.”

—

“He was so cocky about it too! ‘Now they think he’s gonna die’ well obviously that wasn’t my intention!”

You groaned to your roommate. Maki laughed at your frustration.

“I swear imma drop out cause of him.” You placed your face into the pillow on the couch and screamed.

While Maki did find enjoyment in this, she was also always your voice of reason. “Well, you only have to deal with him for a year. Then once you finish collage, it’ll be easy to get hired somewhere.”

You peaked your head up and sighed, ”yeah but he’s so annoying.”

“Maki got up and went to throw away her bag of chips, calling out from the kitchen, “well he is a big shot Doctor!”

When she walked back to the living room she demanded you tell her more about the case you were working on.

“We’re going over possibilities of what could be the problem tomorrow. So we’ll know more then.”

At the end of the day Maki was right, one year of dealing with some cocky prick for your career to take off.

First chapter done! I’ll have the second out soon! If you’d like to be added to the taglist just comment, have a great day and I hope you enjoyed!

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letters2won · 1 month

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Hello... I love your enhypen writings so much. Thank you for writing them ❤️

May I request a Jungwon imagine with a few years older female reader? Just fluff and scenes that brings butterflies, based on their song 10 months 🥹

Thank you in advance ❤️

౨ৎ 10 months with you

pairing: won x f!reader ⋆ genre: fluff ⋆ warnings: none

⤷ sorry this was rushed and that i took so long to answer </3

¡ requests: open !

Jungwon glares at the back of your head, he just can’t believe it! How could you look so beautiful laughing with someone that isn’t him?

He knows it’s wrong to crush on his older sister best friend but he just can’t help it. The way you smile at him to the way you bring comfort to him whenever he’s down, you’re like a candy he knows he can’t have. All those thoughts are flown out the window though when he feels his heart beat speed up as you turned around and waved him over.

As he rushes over, he makes sure his hair looks okay and smooth out his clothes. “Ready to go?” you ask softly and he immediately nods almost like he was in a dazed. His eyes shifted to the boy next to you which caused his eyes to narrow, he eyes him up and down before he dragging you away.

You squealed out a quick goodbye to your friend before turning to look at Jungwon with a puzzled look. He felt your stare at the side of his face and shrugged, “He looked at you funny.. don’t talk to him again” he shyly mumbled which erupted a giggle out of you.

You eyed him curiously before smiling to yourself. Jungwon felt you squeezed his cheeks and he jumped. “Sorry, you’re just so cute when you pout” and he groaned causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“Yn when will you realize how deeply in love I am with you?” he accidentally let out and he slapped his mouth.

You felt yourself freeze up before softly speaking up again, “What do you mean Jungwon?”

He gulped nervously and sighed, “Everyone already knew I’ve been harboring this crush on you way before you befriended my sister early in the year.. except for you and her.”

“I never thought i would have it in me to spill this all to you! And I know it’s wrong, but you’re just so funny and talented, you deserve someone just as smart and probably twice your height.. it’s like you still view me as kid!”

You rolled your eyes before grabbing both his cheeks to give him the softest kiss he ever felt. You pulled away and he stared at you as if he was under a spell just before a smile slowly stretched across his face.

“Can we do that again?” and you nodded your head so quick that it felt like whiplash. He leaned in and placed his lips on yours, his fingers gently sliding down your cheek.

His ten months’ love <3

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sixosix · 6 months

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ARE YOU READY FOR IT? | LYNEY

warnings 1.8k words, implied child neglect, the dark themes of the house of the hearth, once again i will say that this is not canon compliant

notes thank u naosaki (art) for proofreading the first ever chapter of the series!!! and being my hypeman overall LMFAO, see the end of the work for more notes + FANART

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A deep breath. In, out. Once more. Rehearsed lines, practiced smiles, and a heart as steady as a frightened squirrel.

“Good?”

You meet his eyes. “Good.”

The corset isn’t as suffocating as you expected it would be. Aether ensures that you’re as comfortable as possible dressed in this snug bodice with a puffed-up, full skirt that drapes gracefully down your legs in a deep shade that blends in seamlessly with those of those who walk past the busy streets of Fontaine—because you’d eventually have to fight with this thing on.

The polearm feels heavy nestled in your palms. Strange, as you had never gone through a night without spinning it around your body and thrusting it into the air in the solitude of the night where no one would suspect a thing. You flick your wrist, not bothered to watch it disperse into the air. You’ve come to a point where green stems are more at home in your hands than weapons. You’re not sure why you don’t feel content with that revelation.

“Are you ready?”

Your gaze snaps to Aether, who’s looking at you warily as if standing across a ticking bomb. “Yes.” You offer a smile, hoping it comes across as comforting.

Aether tries for a smile back, though it looks more like a grimace. You can see it in his eyes: he doesn’t trust you. But his desire to learn more overpowers his wariness, and now, you’ve struck a deal. So long as you’re wearing this disguise, you are allies.

“Paimon is starting to miss your muddy apron,” Paimon says, wilting as you twirl around. “You look a lot less like Y/N.”

“This is who I really am, Paimon.” You glance to the ruffles and the thick coat, engulfing you in everything Fontaine.

Paimon tilts her head. “Who?”

You cast her a dry smile. “Runaway coward, fraud, and Fatuu.”

YEARS BEFORE.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve been an orphan under the care of ‘Father’.

If you were to shut your eyes and reminisce about life before the orphanage, you’d catch a fleeting glimpse of your mother’s face as you were surrendered over to grand doors, ones that felt like they were fifteen feet tall and thick enough to keep you from your family. You don’t know if your mother was kind or if she intended to leave you here long enough for everyone to call you an orphan. You eventually stopped dreaming about her.

You find that it doesn’t matter because you’re already here. You wouldn’t know where she would be. Waking up spelled out another day of pushing through.

“Hush, child,” a voice whispered as you hiccuped, overwhelmed with unfamiliar faces and tall, tall walls. Your chin was gripped by hands with sharp nails, but they didn’t hurt you. “Save your tears. You are safer here.”

You blinked rapidly, tremors jostling your shoulders with each ugly sob, tears rolling down your cheeks. Your breathing slowed as the shed tears cleared your vision, finally seeing the woman in front of you. She looked as if she had just done something horrible; she looked as if she wouldn’t hesitate to slit your throat if you screamed and thrashed around her hold.

You looked at her and saw someone you knew would protect you.

It became a little less dull when ‘Father’ let you borrow one of the weapons from the stash. The one you chose reeked of dried blood and looked dangerously unused, its surface marred by rust. It was long, and you concluded from the tip that it was no sword; it was all too different from the weapons you’ve seen around. On your first swing, you stumbled and nearly let it slip through your fingers.

“A polearm,” ‘Father’ noted, staring down at you in a way that felt as if she was scrutinizing every action and every thought running through your head. “Would you like to try it out?”

It was difficult. Each swing felt as if you were inches away from hitting your own head—or, even worse, felt as if you would make the wrong move and hit ‘Father’, who’s watching you in silence. She doesn’t stand from where she’s seated, though she does speak here and there. Stand straighter; don’t hold it too tightly; watch your balance.

You loved it. You held onto the rusty polearm more than you breathe. You train, and train, and train until it twirls around your fingers seamlessly, like water rushing through smooth rocks, until it’s as easy as a second limb.

That is how you made a name for yourself in the House of the Hearth.

During the times ‘Father’ returned briefly from business trips, you’d make her watch you train. You made her see how far you’d come, and she knew it, too. She’d even invite the other orphans to spar with you, but you were never defeated.

The orphans would hear your name, and they’d either scrunch their noses in distaste or brighten up in awe—it’s all the same, in your opinion. They hear your name and think of how fondly Arlecchino favors you.

The next one, they whisper. The next king.

The House of the Hearth became something greater than a home. It became a training ground for future soldiers, disguised as an orphanage, yet it treated you far better than your own household. Here, you've matured in wisdom with each thrust of your weapon and with every hidden truth that Teyvat conceals; it's where you learned to sharpen and embrace them all. Here, no one can hurt you. No one tries to break down your walls or question why you have them up in the first place.

‘Father’ took you in and gave you another chance. ‘Father’ saw your battered arms and torn faith and introduced you to a house where you wouldn’t ever have to feel this broken again. And you, too young and too aware of the creeping loneliness clawing at you, took her hand and never looked back.

The House of the Hearth is where you learned what it was like to feel respect. Fear goes hand-in-hand with it, but you can’t help it if it can’t bring you down because you’ve climbed far too out of reach.

“That was a really good match,” Freminet mumbles as you walk over, sweaty all over and panting from exhaustion—but there’s a wide smile on your face, only ever appearing after battling someone.

You beam at his praise. “Yeah? I was testing a new move last night. It didn’t work, though.”

“I didn’t even notice you slipping,” Freminet says, puzzled, prompting a burst of laughter from you.

This side of you is only reserved for Freminet. To everyone else—and especially ‘Father’—you’re cold and cruel, and you don’t like wasting time with other people. But you’ve grown fond of Freminet, just as his quiet murmurs and hours-long of whispers are meant just for you. It’s a strange friendship. Everyone else thinks you could never get along.

What everyone else thinks doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters, not when you’re something here.

“‘Father’ is calling for you,” Freminet says, gesturing vaguely to the side.

You pat Freminet’s head and flick the polearm back to life, materializing in your hands. “I’ll see you at dinner, ‘kay? Don’t sneak off this time.” Freminet pretends to think about it, humming thoughtfully, then smiles when you nudge his shoulder before darting off.

“Every kingdom would have the next king,” is what ‘Father’ says when you’re a few steps across her. There’s a ghost of a smile on her face—or at least is what you like to think. Your heart races. “I see it in you, child.”

Warmth fills your chest. You bow your head to hide the unprofessional and childish smile.

“Ah,” she continues, looking off to the side. “Before I forget…fetch your siblings. I have news to share.”

You frown, failing to hide your disappointment. You were hoping for a bit more. “Of course, ‘Father’.”

The House of the Hearth was perfect. This was where you thrived—where no one else could take this victorious feeling away.

But then Lynette became a part of the ‘family’, and with it, she dragged along Lyney.

Lyney, with his slicked back, matted hair, violet eyes wide yet somehow dim, and figure thinner than a stick—the picture of every orphan stumbling into their new home for the very first time. Lyney, who stands beside ‘Father’ as they’re introduced, his gaze wandering the room, the unfamiliar faces, then your unimpressed eyes. Lynette is behind him, peeking out from his shoulder.

‘Father’ gives them the usual: a promise of no betrayal, a promise of a bond as strong as the blood shared between the twins. They listen. You scowl.

It is also here, in the House of the Hearth, where your world is flipped upside down, all because of violet eyes that seem to have never left yours.

There’s something about Lyney that unnerves you.

You assure Freminet that it’s not just because you’re miffed that The Knave is paying too close attention to the twins. You would get over the jealousy—you knew it was for the twins to feel at ease as they settled in; she’d done the same to you (the only difference is she never stopped). But Freminet has also taken a deep liking to them, saying you’re wary for no reason.

He isn’t wrong. You’re wary for a reason you’re not sure why just yet.

It was just that Lyney’s face pissed you off.

He keeps staring from over ‘Father’’s legs, sharp eyes following your movements. His face is blank, keeping you from reading his thoughts, yet his eyes are wide. You can’t tell if it’s akin to a trembling puppy or a cat prepared to pounce. You hate the feeling of his eyes boring into your skin.

You tell ‘Father’ all of this as the other orphans scurry off to bed, and you’re in charge of cleaning the dining table. With each plate stacked, venom spits from your mouth, brows knitted, and teeth bared in a snarl. You haven’t questioned any of ‘Father’’s decisions—you’re wary of this particular one, though.

‘Father’ has that quirk on her lips, amusement evident on her suspiciously bright expression. “You haven’t met Lyney yet, have you? What’s brought this reaction out of you?”

You nearly fumble with the glasses, avoiding her eyes. “I-It’s not as if I hate him. I just—I don’t know. There’s something strange about him.”

And speaking of strange, ‘Father’ has that look in her eye that you’re starting to feel agitated by. You think that the knowing smile is a nice look on her, however, you’re not sure if what’s running through her head at the moment can be considered nice.

“I see,” she says, a lilt in her tone.

“See what, ‘Father’?” You bristle when she smiles wider. “See what?”

references: kingdom and the next king — lyney voiceline: about “father”: king

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inexplicifics · 6 months

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If you're still open for the heart prompts, here's a lil curveball- 💚 or 🖤 for milena/aiden(/lambert). Or 💘, if those are too tricky.

I want you to know that this was quite a challenge!

Aiden flings himself between Milena and the sorcerer without a second thought. Witchers are sturdier than humans - and Lambert would never forgive him if she died while under Aiden’s protection. Hell, Aiden would never forgive himself.

The spell hits like a charging bullvore, and Aiden goes arse-over-teakettle, landing heavily at Milena’s feet. It feels like his bones have been filled with hot lead and his muscles turned to stinging nettles. He wants to scream and can’t quite find the breath.

“Well, that takes care of that,” the mage sneers, and comes mincing towards them. “Now then, your family misses you very badly, girl. Or at least they’re willing to spend quite a lot of money to get you back.”

“I will not be returning to them,” Milena says firmly. “What have you done to him?”

The sorcerer snickers. “Nothing that can be undone,” he gloats. “He’ll die slowly unless his true love kisses him, and everyone knows witchers can’t love. Now come along, girl.”

He reaches over Aiden to grab Milena’s arm, and two things happen at once:

Aiden finds the strength, somewhere, to lift his arm just enough to drive his sword into the bastard’s leg, high up where the blood runs near the surface -

And Milena produces a dainty little silver dagger from somewhere and puts it neatly and precisely through the sorcerer’s throat.

The sorcerer topples backwards, thank fuck, instead of onto Aiden; he’s probably dead before he hits the ground.

Milena drops to her knees at Aiden’s side, dark eyes wide and frantic. “Aiden - my gods -”

“Worth it,” Aiden rasps. Fuck, he hadn’t realized the pain could get worse. It’s not as bad as the Grasses, not quite, but if it keeps increasing at this pace it will probably outstrip even that particular high-water mark of agony fairly soon. Fucking mages.

But better him than Milena.

“No,” Milena says, shaking her head desperately. “No, you can’t - you can’t die -”

But Lambert’s not close enough; he’s a good three days’ travel away at best, and Aiden is fairly sure he won’t survive that long. Especially given that he doesn’t think he can stand. That blow to the sorcerer’s leg used up most of his strength.

“‘S alright,” he says, finding a crooked smile somewhere. “‘S worth it.”

“No, it isn’t,” Milena says fiercely. “And - and what I feel for you is no less than what I feel for Lambert, and you are willing to give your life for me, so this ought to work -”

And she cups her slender hands around his face and leans down and kisses him fervently.

The shock of the pain ending is enough to startle a gasp out of Aiden, and Milena pulls back, wide-eyed, to stare down at him in desperate hope.

Aiden gapes up at her for a long, stunned moment. Finally he finds his wits enough to croak, “No less than what you feel for Lambert?”

Milena blushes, which is answer enough.

“Marvelous great-hearted girl,” Aiden murmurs, and reaches up to cup her head ever so gently in his hands and guide her down into a second, softer kiss. “I would die for you,” he adds quietly, as their lips part. “Even as I would for Lambert.”

Four days and quite a few miles later, Lambert looks from Aiden to Milena and back again with an expression of incredulous delight and says, “I am the luckiest fucking bastard in the world, holy shit.”

Milena blushes and giggles. Aiden grins. “Nah, I think that’s me,” he says cheerfully. “We can be joint-luckiest, though, if you like.”

“Sounds good,” Lambert agrees, and wraps his arms around them both, clinging tightly. Milena nestles against his chest, tucked safely between them, and Aiden kisses his lover - one of his lovers, because he is the luckiest bastard in the world - with all the joyful gratitude in his heart, because he’s alive to do it.

And then he kisses Milena again, just because he can.

(It's also here on AO3!)

#questions answered #ask meme #heart asks #m'laiden

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leclsrc · 1 year

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prompt 35 with Charles????

everyone adores you – cl16

genre: fluff, drabble, 1k celebration

35: an awkward kiss given after a first date. title from this

Charles loves the story of your first date. He tells it often, over wine nights with the drivers or Secret Santa exchanges with friends. Over a glass of red or a fake Santa beard, he quells the room and goes: “Did I ever tell you guys the story of our first date?” And although everyone groans and lets out a bunch of affirmative answers, still he meets your eye from across the room, where you’re nursing white wine, or wearing an elf hat, and you smile, winking.

“Okay then!” He hollers, miming a shush motion. “No need to pressure me! I’ll tell it.”

And everyone groans again, a collective sigh, because Charles loves to pull out his best theatrics for your love story, and it means sitting through another living room one man play. Alex pretends to stand and get up, and Lily sloshes her wine or tugs her Santa hat off in her hurry to pull him beside her, because she loves the story so much. Max groans and slides onto the floor, spilling his vino or shedding his ugly fleece sweater.

You’re always silent when Charles insists on telling it because, although you fully understand the sarcastic disappointment, you also know that everyone loves the story deep down, loves your boyfriend’s goofy antics. And his storytelling aside, you’ll admit: your first date was the stuff of films.

Set up by Lewis (who continues to claim it was his worst mistake during gatherings like these), you’d met in London, where you were based for work at the time. Charles arranged the whole thing himself, with the pride of a six-year-old with a messy drawing, and looked up the best restaurants in the area. You met him outside the expensive-looking restaurant, and—

“—she goes, ‘I hope you’re paying for everything!’ and I go, ‘of course I will!’” Charles says energetically, the whole room watching him with amusement. He slides back and forth on your wooden floor, playing both you and himself, and then when it reaches that point of the story, the snooty French restaurant host: “He goes, ‘how may I help you, zir and madmwasel?’ and I go, ‘oh, I called you the other day—to reserve a table for two. Under Leclerc.’”

You looked expectantly at the host’s finger sliding through the seating chart, flipping a page, sliding through another, and then looking up with an unsmiling face. His expression said it all, and you were getting ready to leave when Charles began arguing, insisting he really did reserve a table, maybe you just can’t spell, I called your number, here it is.

“And the French host, he says, ‘zir, zis is not our number. Our number endz in 5-4-0, not 5-0-4.’” Charles pauses for dramatic effect even if everybody knows what happens next, holding his arms up. “You might be wondering, where did I reserve that table?”

“Nobody is wondering,” Pierre quips, wearing a Christmas tree sweater. Yuki swats him quiet, wearing the exact same one.

“It was in a chicken shop down the street. So we ate there, she and I,” Charles says dramatically. “And I kept thinking, oh oh oh I’ve fucked it up, yes? No!” (A bit.) “We ate chicken and chips, and had soda, and I learned everything about her. We were probably expecting to eat steak and beef and drink wine”—he raises a glass—“but we made do. And I don’t regret it. But that’s not all!”

It isn’t. Your night had ended in front of your flat, still laughing over anecdotes shared in-between bites of chips and sips of Coke. Work awaited the both of you, so you made a flimsy excuse to go inside and thanked him for bringing you home. But you didn’t walk inside yet, like you were waiting for something.

“Something like a signature Charles kiss,” your boyfriend says proudly. “But nothing was good about the kiss. I leaned and she didn’t, and we were both stiff, and unprepared.” Everyone has a window to laugh despite themselves, because the way he describes you both is so unlike how you are now. It’s so unbelievable, it’s silly. And even you allow a laugh, hiding behind your giant glass of wine or pulling the elf hat over your shy eyes.

You’d kissed, stiff and cold, and pulled away fully aware of the stiffness and coldness of the kiss. You had smiled to try and play off the stiff cold kiss that still lingered, and then opened the door to your flat and shut it. In your head, you wondered if your chemistry seemed good in the chicken shop and then ultimately wilted when it came to everything else.

“So I stood there.” Charles says, sipping wine, hand on hip, like a middle-aged mom. “And I thought, no way am I going to let that beautiful girl go home without a proper kiss! So…”

You were still leaning against the door, not even toeing off your shoes, when it rattled thrice. You swung it open, and allowed him to kiss you then. This time it felt right somehow. Not stiff, not cold, not awkward. Turns out, you just needed to not think about it, and it became the most memorable first kiss you’d ever had.

He finishes the story, panting with the intensity of his acting. Scattered clapping meets the finale and you whoop, throwing your hat or a throw pillow to serve as a congratulatory rose. You’ve grown to realize that Charles’ stories of wins, victories, overlaps—they never go like this. He’s quieter, less excited. But for the story of your first date, he pulls out all the stops.

You wonder what comes next. Charles, though: he wonders if you’ve noticed the indent of the ring box in his jeans pocket, an introduction to a story for another day.

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