#emotions are really hard when you’re…. from the isle

[thebluestbluewords]

cinderellaverse?? In my 2024??

it’s more likely than you think!

(for context: the rotten ot4 are wildly codependent, Ben is possibly seducing them all via unreciprocated acts of kindness, and this takes place directly after the iconic Good Boy scene, only with some AU changes that aren’t ready to post yet).

(why am i posting this if no other context is finished yet??? Because I’m needy and crave validation. Next question, please).

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“Ugh,” Mal agrees. She looks mostly asleep still, which is understandable. “Weird. Did you eat yet?” 

Carlos lifts the napkin-wrapped bundle in his hands. “I brought food. To share. If you want.” 

This, predictably, gets Mal up. They’re far enough away from the isle that Carlos can almost believe that their parents aren’t lurking behind every dark corner of the castle, but not so far that they’ll turn down fresh food, even at stupid early hours.

“Berries?” 

“Yeah. Brought berries for you. And muffins.” 

“Evie wants chocolate,” Mal says immediately, stretching out both hands for the napkin-wrapped bundle. “And weird that Ben made you meet someone new. I thought we’d already been subjected to every princess-type in the school by now.” 

“Not a person. He made me meet a— a dog.” 

Mal stops with the muffins in her hands still outstretched. “Oh,” she says carefully, which is nice of her. Their Auradon education must be kicking in, or some shit. “And you’re not halfway home?” 

“I was. But Ben sort of—put the dog away and tracked me down? He was cool about it. We went over afterwards to check out the stables, cause he thought maybe it was like, just animals I don’t like, and they’ve got cats and stuff there. And the dog was on a leash, and he’s actually super tiny and not murderous.” Carlos shrugs, telegraphing the motion as much as he can. Which isn’t much. He’s supposed to be working on the whole expressing emotions thing. Even though it’s so much easier to shut down entirely whenever he feels an emotion. “So yeah. Still alive, still here! And Ben’s being weird.” 

“Weird how?” 

“Just weird. He was being all nice and stuff. D’you think he’s been bribed by Fairy Godmother to get info on us?” 

“Might be,” Mal agrees, tearing into her muffin. She’s unwrapped the whole bundle, and laid them out in an order that’s got to make sense in her head. (it shouldn’t make sense. They can’t afford to be predictable. Predictable is how you get your lunch stolen, or poisoned, or eaten by pirates who think it’s funny to take a perfectly rotten sandwich and swap it out for seaweed slime). “You should eat though. You didn’t tell him anything, right?” 

Carlos pulls a scrap off the cinnamon sugar muffin. It’s the one Mal’s put in his assigned spot, which is directly across from her own, with Evie’s double chocolate on the left and Jay’s lemon poppyseed on the right. He’s not really hungry, but it’s still too much to turn down food, so he rolls it between his fingers until half of the sugar falls off into the napkin, and the rest of it is compressed into the smallest possible ball of muffin flesh. He can eat a little piece of it, and then Mal will stop asking, and he can eat for real later. Once he’s alone. 

He pops the ball of muffin into his mouth. “No. Not really.” 

Mal shoves another mouthful of muffin into her mouth. She picked the blueberry one, and it turns the whole mess of it vividly purple as she chews. “Cool. He’s probably just being a royal brat then, trying to get some new intel for the gossip mill. But hey, it’s cool that he showed you the stables. Maybe next time we need to get to town you can steal us a horse, yeah?” 

Carlos snorts. He’s seen a horse now, and there’s no way they can get away with stealing something that big and ornery. Cars might be bigger, but they don’t bite and they don’t poop and they don’t have teeth the size of his fingers and a desire to bite through anything that looks even remotely like a carrot. “Yeah, no. Horses are fucking giant.” 

“I wouldn’t know,” Mal says casually. She throws one of her loose berries up so she can catch it in her teeth. Sometimes, when it’s just the four of them, Mal forgets to act human and does things like this. Things where she snatches treats out of the air with her teeth, when her neck bends in ways that a human’s shouldn’t, like she’s forgotten that she only has seven bones in her neck and not seventeen like a standard dragon. “Nobody ever wakes me up at the crack of dawn to show me cool shit.” 

Carlos wants to laugh and make this whole thing normal, but he’s fucking exhausted and the cinnamon sugar from the muffin is sticky on his fingers. He’s been trying to pull it apart carefully so that his whole hands don’t get covered in the crumbly topping, but that’s been working about as well as their escape plan so far, which is to say not at fucking all. “Yeah, yeah. He also made us run laps first, don’t be jealous.” 

Mal snaps her teeth. “I’ll be whatever I want. He didn’t do anything else?“ 

“Nope.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yes, mom. He just wanted to talk a bunch about how we’re settling in. And how we’re doing emotionally.” 

#emotions are really hard when you’re…. from the isle #(I haven’t worked on this section of this fic in genuinely ages and I’m HAVING THOTS AGAIN) #mostly about how these two are soooo bad at communicating #anyway on a totally unrelated note!!! #(I say. Lying.) #I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that I am possibly. less than stellar at processing emotions. because of the way my brain is wire #which is to say #my husband (diagnosed autistic) #thinks I may also be on the spectrum #and i am choosing to make that a fictional character problem #so anyway specifically these two will be having an AWFUL time before I do some. toning down in the editing process. #this doesn’t get a real fic tag don’t look at me

[thistableforone]

piling up here some tag games I’ve been tagged in ✨ pt. 3

🌼 this picrew chain - tagged by @occhi-verdi-come-il-mare

i'm so late to this but!! very cute

🌸 5 songs you’re loving right now - tagged by @julesnichols

i'm afraid these are mostly in italian rn ahah

too sweet (hozier)

considera (colapesce e dimartino)

so american (olivia rodrigo)

euforia (annalisa)

modì (gio evan)

ragazzi fuori (clara)

rocketship (llunr)

aria (margherita vicario)

picture you (mumford and sons)

ted lasso anthem (marcus mumford). always.

🌻 15 questions, 15 friends - tagged by @julesnichols

are you named after anyone? nope, no one. my dad just liked the name

when was the last time you cried? i don't remember clearly. maybe last week?

do you have kids? no thank you

what sports do you play/have played? i don't play anything currently, but i used to play volleyball when i was a kid (+ swimming for a couple of months)

do you use sarcasm? not much

what is the first thing you notice about people? the general vibe really, and if they smile or not.

what is your eye color? brown

scary movies or happy endings? i don't watch scary movies!! definitely happy endings :)

any talents? mhh... writing? taking nice pictures? but those don't really feels like talents...

where were you born? north of italy!!

do you have any pets? i have two babies (my cats)

how tall are you? 1,67 m more or less

favorite subject in the school? math, but at the end of high school i really loved literature, english, politics and IT, too.

dream job? as someone said, i simply don't dream of working :)

🏵️ 20 questions for fic writers - tagged by @beckstraordinary

How many works do you have on AO3? 20, a very nice round number!!

What's your total AO3 word count? apparently around 198,713

What fandoms do you write for? i currently write for the ted lasso fandom only

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Breaking down (the walls) - hope you'll be safe (in the arms of another) - Touch me (like you do) - we should just kiss (like real people do) - no one's keeping score

Do you respond to comments? yes i do!!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i think i only wrote one and it was a ff about maura isles

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? it's rather hard to compare happy endings, so i can't choose

Do you get hate on fics? it hasn't happened yet

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yes i do, that's how i started basically (i miss it a bit, recently i've not been in the mood much). i'd say that my smut is... unnecessarily long and emotional. i fully believe it's a great way to understand who a character is.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? i wrote two - one was a castle x rizzoli and isles crossover about kate and maura together in college that i dnf-ed at a certain point. the second was this supergirl x rizzoli and isles crossover i'm still very fond of. i had so much fun writing that, and i still think it makes perfect sense :)

Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i know of

Have you ever had a fic translated? yes, very recently!!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? no, i don't think i could

What’s your all time favorite ship? i don't think i have one above all. i was really into caskett (castle) and supercorp (supergirl), but now i've grown past both, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i have a supercorp wip that i thought was very cute

What are your writing strengths? i think... construction of the line as a whole, if that makes sense. i try to make the words flow well and sound nice together. also dialogue, showing emotions through little gestures, intimacy, and lately introspection.

What are your writing weaknesses? i can't for the life of me write descriptions. of anything. i hate adjectives. i also get hyperfocused on the dynamic between two characters and refrain from including anyone else. oh also worldbuilding/background stuff... i just don't care.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i don't think i've ever included it. but if i had to, i would do it with my own language.

First fandom you wrote for? only italians will get this one... un medico in famiglia. i still remember the first time inspiration hit.

Favourite fic you’ve written? definitely you said yes as I said please. i'm so proud of it and i was really inspired!!

no pressure tags, for whichever game you want to participate in!! @occhi-verdi-come-il-mare @rancoreedisprezzo @julesnichols @calicomarie11 @fuddlewuddle

#tag me in stuff

[fallen-gravity]

Broken Hearts Club

Maybe Luz should just leave him be. Maybe she should just wait until he’s ready to come to her and the others instead of prying.

But she recognizes grief when she sees it in others, and she knows perfectly well from personal experience just how hard it is to come forward to tell others that you’re hurting.

Notes: **THIS FIC CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS FOR S3E1 THANKS TO THEM. PROCEED WITH CAUTION AND READ AT YOUR OWN RISK**

AO3

From the little time Luz has gotten to know Hunter on friendly terms, she learned very quickly that subtlety is not his strong suit. Everything he does at any given moment has to be done with a dramatic flair, like he’s convinced that if he goes to eleven on absolutely everything then he’s going to be showered in rewards and praise, even if it’s just for something like holding the door open for someone else. 

If Luz had to guess, she’d chalk that sort of behavior up to all the time he spent in the Emperor’s Coven. If anything was less than perfect he’d be severely punished in more ways than one, which meant there was absolutely no room for error or for letting one’s guard down. Which, okay, that part Luz understands, but it soon became very clear that that way of thinking was so thoroughly drilled into his core values that it affected his very personality. Every single emotion he had was so loud and outward that sometimes it almost seemed like he exaggerated them on purpose. When he was anxious, he’d have a panic attack so great it literally shook him to his very core. When he was happy, he’d practically have a skip in his step, and you couldn’t wipe that beaming smile off of his face no matter how hard you tried. During one of their group movie nights in the human realm, Luz had discovered that when he was sad, not only was he an ugly crier, but a loud one at that, too. At first Luz had been convinced he’d been exaggerating his sobs to catch Willow’s attention, but Luz learned pretty quickly how false that assumption was, as even when Willow stepped out of the room to refill their bowl of popcorn he still didn’t stop bawling his eyes out over something that happened in the movie.

Hunter exaggerates everything he does. It’s in his nature. If she were to look up “overdramatic” in the dictionary, Luz is convinced that all she would find is a picture of his face. 

Which is why…Luz is so concerned about how quiet he’s been since he was told the news about Flapjack’s sacrifice. The bird palisman had willingly given his own life to save Hunter’s, and for that Luz knew Hunter was grateful, but he’d taken the news…a lot gentler than she’d expected. Flapjack was Hunter’s best friend; the first one he ever made, the first person or creature or thing to ever really understand and connect with him, and with a blink of the eye, he was just…gone, and Hunter wasn’t even conscious to see it happen.

Anyone else and they would’ve broken down sobbing. Luz can’t even begin to imagine how devastated the others would’ve been if they lost their palismen. She was there when they were paired up together; they’re practically their pets, if not something even deeper, so she can’t imagine any of them being able to accept things and move on as quickly as Hunter seemingly did. It’s not like it’s because they were in any crucial hurry, either; Luz knows that all the others would’ve agreed to prioritizing Hunter’s feelings over chasing after Belos, but before any of them even had time to ask Hunter if he wanted to take a break he was already marching towards the portal door himself.

Maybe Luz should just leave him be. Maybe she should just wait until he’s ready to come to her and the others instead of prying.

But she recognizes grief when she sees it in others, and she knows perfectly well from personal experience just how hard it is to come forward to tell others that you’re hurting. 

They’re all walking through the dark woods of the Boiling Isles. Unsurprisingly, they lost track of Belos almost immediately after entering the portal door, and while they were all huddled together trying to decide which way they should go, Luz’s mom pitched the idea of setting up camp, because wandering aimlessly isn’t going to do them any good if they don’t get any sleep first. Everyone figured it’d be easier to look for Belos in the daylight and none of them wanted to say no to Camila’s stern motherly glare, so they all agreed to look for somewhere safe to sleep for the night instead of continuing the pursuit.

At a first glance, nothing seems off about Hunter's stance. But as Luz looks closer, she can tell without a doubt that there’s something off about it. His posture is so perfectly straight that it’s bordering on stiff, his shoulders are hitched so tightly upwards they’re practically touching his ears, and he hasn’t let go of the tight grip on his shirt since they stepped through the portal door.

“Hey,” Luz whispers as she approaches him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Hunter practically jumps a mile out of his skin at the gentle gesture, which only makes Luz feel even sadder for him. “Do you want to talk?” 

“No!” he snaps, his voice cracking with emotion as he yanks his shoulder away from her affectionate gesture. His whole posture slumps at the question, which Luz takes as a good sign. At least he’s not pretending all is peachy keen anymore. “I mean, uh,” his cheeks flush in embarrassment. “What is there to talk about, anyway? I already told you I know what happened. I don’t need one of your everything is going to be okay through the power of magic and friendship speeches right now, okay? Leave me alone.” Hunter picks up his pace so he’s not walking beside her anymore, but Luz isn’t willing to let go that easily. Frowning, she jogs forward until she’s beside him again. 

“Hunter, no, that’s not what I meant. I’m not here to give you some big motivational speech about how you should be all grand and dandy right now. I don’t think any of us are okay” 

He stops in his tracks. “Then what is there to talk about?” he laughs bitterly, and when he finally turns to meet Luz’s gaze there are tears building in his eyes. “If you don’t even have anything encouraging to say, then what’s the point? Are you trying to make me feel worse?” he snaps, and covers his mouth with his hands upon realizing he’d yelled. There are tears building in his eyes again, but this time he makes no effort to wipe them away. “I…” he whispers, voice wavering heavily with emotion. “I’m sorry, I just…I don’t think you understand what I’m going through”

Luz doesn’t hesitate for a moment before she pulls him into a tight hug. She doesn’t say a word, not yet, and it’s not long before he’s tightly squeezing her back, sobbing and hiccupping into her shoulder the same way he’d done the first time she called him her family. Luz never had any siblings growing up, so she’s not entirely sure on how the whole comforting them thing is supposed to go, but if there’s anything she does know it’s how much it hurts to lose someone that you love.

“But I do know, Hunter” she whispers, and momentarily turns her gaze forward to the group ahead of them. Thankfully they all stopped walking when Luz and Hunter did, but none of them are making an effort to step towards them. Luz makes accidental eye contact with her mom, who frowns sympathetically when Luz gestures silently towards Hunter. “I might not know exactly what it feels like to lose Flapjack, but I do know what you’re going through.”

Hunter hums into her shoulder, and Luz isn’t sure whether it’s a sign he’s still listening or if he doesn’t believe a word she’s saying. Luz frowns, and directs her gaze to the forest floor. “I bet…” she begins, doing her best to ignore the twisting in her chest. “I bet it feels like the worst day of your entire life. Like….no matter what, things are never gonna be okay again, and that even when things are okay, it feels fake, like someone’s playing tricks on you, and…” Luz blinks, her vision blurring with tears. “You feel selfish, because you see all these other people acting like everything’s fine, or you see someone else having a good day, and there’s a tiny part of you that secretly wishes they were having a bad day too, because…you can’t imagine what it’s like to feel happy right now. You feel like…once he’s gone, that’s it, and he’s taken all of your happiness with you” 

Hunter pulls away from the hug, messily wiping at his eyes with his wrists. “H-how do you know?” 

Luz forces a smile on her face, and gently punches Hunter in the shoulder. “Well I didn’t read your mind or anything, if that’s what you’re thinking. Humans aren’t as capable as Gus likes to think we are.” The fake smile on her face wavers, and she wraps her arms around her own shoulders to hug herself. “All jokes aside, I, uh…” Luz squeezes her eyes shut, and forces herself to think of how supportive Amity was when she told her the news. “...I lost my dad a few years back. He got really sick, and our family kept moving around because he kept being transferred to new hospitals. We had so much hope when we moved to Gravesfield, because we heard that they had some of the best doctors on the East Coast working at their hospital. And for a while things were looking great, and it seemed like he was gonna be able to come home for good, but…” her voice lowers to barely above a whisper. “...he never did.”

Luz finally succumbs to the tears in her eyes, and hugs herself even tighter to prevent her shoulders from trembling. She’s about to apologize, but much to her surprise, Hunter places a comforting hand on her shoulder, the same way she’d done to him earlier. “Luz, I…” he begins, his voice shaking. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

She giggles wetly, and socks him in the shoulder. “No, no, I’m sorry for making this about me.” She takes a deep breath, and waves her hands in front of her eyes in an attempt to dry her tears. “The point I was trying to make is that you’re not alone in all of this. I know how much it hurts.”

There’s a heavy pause of silence as Hunter mirrors her earlier gesture of wrapping his arms around himself in a tight hug, taking note of the fresh scars etched into his arms and hands. “When…” his voice cracks, turning his gaze away from her. “When does it stop hurting?” 

Luz momentarily casts her gaze downwards. “To be honest, it doesn’t, not really, but…” she pauses upon noticing Hunter flinching backwards at the statement like it physically wounded him, and takes a slow, subtle step towards him. “It gets so much easier”

“I-it does?” Hunter’s reply is barely above a whisper. “How could this…” he tightly grips at his shirt, “this…weight on my chest possibly get any easier?”

“That’s just the thing,” Luz smiles shyly, “As time goes on, that weight is gonna feel a lot lighter. It may feel like your entire world is crashing down on you right now, but I promise, Hunter, as someone who’s been through the same process, things do heal with time. And like, of course nothing’s ever gonna go away completely, like, you still might feel sad when you think about Flapjack, or when you remember everything you’d do together, just the two of you, but just…not as much as it does right now, you know? ‘cause it won’t be so raw. Like…” her cheeks flush, “...every year on the anniversary of my dad’s passing, it feels like the worst day of my life all over again. But…it doesn't feel like that every day, you know?”

“But…how do you deal with it when it feels like everything is crashing down?” Hunter’s voice cracks again, and even in the dark of night Luz can see Hunter’s eyes are shining with tears. “What do you do when you just feel like giving up because it just doesn’t feel…worth it anymore without him?”

“Well, believe it or not, there’s a secret for that too,” Luz hums, and doesn’t miss a beat before she winds an arm around him in a side-hug. “All of those world-ending thoughts and feelings are gonna go away if you just talk. I know how much easier it just seems to push it down, and how much less painful it feels to talk about literally anything else, but the only thing isolating yourself is gonna do is make you feel worse.” 

Luz moves to stand directly in front of him, and squishes his cheeks in her hands to force him to look at her. “People care about you, Hunter. We care about you. I dunno if anyone in that dumb Emperor’s Coven ever had the decency to tell you, but we love you, Hunter. You’re one of us now. Someone I really look up to once told me that us weirdos have to stick together. And like it or not, you’re a weirdo now too, Hunter, and that means we’re all here for you.” She lets go of his face to pull him into another tight hug. “We all loved Flapjack too,” she whispers, “if you need to talk about him, we’d understand.” 

Hunter crumbles into her arms. Though his arms tremble as he returns the hug, he squeezes her so tightly that he practically knocks the wind out of her. His sobs are so big that he’s practically soaking her shoulder, and he’s so overwhelmed by his own emotions that he’s hyperventilating. Luz doesn’t say a word for a few moments, just closes her eyes and allows Hunter to just grieve for a little while, and she doesn’t even dare to open her mouth to speak again until Hunter’s grip on her lightens up. 

“And if you ever need to talk with someone who really knows what you’re going through, you can always turn to me or Mamí” Luz smiles, and for the first time all evening Luz can honestly say it’s a genuine one. “After all, it’s just like I said. We’re family now, and us Nocedas have a bond tighter than anything Belos could throw at us” 

Hunter hums, and pulls away from the hug as he wipes at his eyes, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “Thank you,” he whispers. “I, uh, really needed to hear that.”

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Chapter 10: New Resolve (Section 1)

After their long search, Eliwood finally reunited with his father.

However, at that very same time, he also had to say goodbye.

He and his allies had now escaped from the Dread Isle, returned to the port city of Badon, and sought out an inn to rest their tired bodies.

After taking some time to rest at the inn, Lyn approached Ninian, who had been freed from Nergal’s spell and returned to her normal, calm self. “...Ninian, are you feeling better?”

“Yes…”

“Really…? That’s great!” She said, but anyone could see the worry in Lyn's eyes as she looked at Ninian.

Ninian was sitting in a chair with a dispirited expression on her face, so sad that it hurt just to look at her.

While still keeping her eye on Ninian, Lyn turned towards Nils. “...Long time, no see, Nils. You’ve gotten bigger!”

“Is it really you, Lady Lyn? Seeing you brings me back!” Nils said with a smile on his face.

“Even though only a year has passed?’

“...A lot has happened since we parted ways.”

“Hey, tell us what happened, too!” Hector cut in, as he knew nothing at all about Ninian and Nils.

But having his warm reunion interrupted annoyed Nils, even if only slightly. “Who’re they?” He asked, his face twisted into a pout.

While looking at him with a pained smile on her face, Lyn introduced Hector. “He’s Hector, the younger brother of Marquess Ostia. He’s got a bit of a mouth,  but… he’s a surprisingly good guy.”

“You could have just said I’m a good guy!”

“And you probably remember him. He’s…”

Lyn started to introduce Eliwood, but Nils said “I remember,” went over to him, and looked up at him. “You’re Lord Elbert’s son, right? Your red hair, kind blue eyes, and voice… are all the same as his were.”

“...Where did you meet my father?” Eliwood asked, forcing himself to act calm. 

Though he was still in shock over his father’s death, he wanted to avoid showing it and worrying his friends. Still, despite his best efforts, it was written all over his face that he was trying to keep his overwhelming emotions bottled up.

Hector and Lyn of course both noticed that, but out consideration for his feelings, they could not even mention the subject.

“At the… Dragon’s Gate. After we were captured, he helped us escape…” Nils began to explain everything they had experienced until this point.

Thanks to Elbert, he and Ninian were able to escape from the Dragon’s Gate. Then, he found a small boat docked at the shrine that the Black Fang had used, and escaped to the seas.

But the high waves caused Nils to fall into the sea.

“When I came to… I was back on the Valor Isle. After that, I was alone all this time… I hid in the ruins on the isle. Then… I suddenly sensed a great danger, and rushed to the Dragon’s Gate… where I saw everything."

“...Nils.” Ninian’s expression became darker still.

“When we saved Ninian on our ship… she had lost her memory. Even after you both worked so hard to escape, we brought her back here, of all places… It was completely foolish of me to do that. …I’m sorry.” Lyn apologized. 

'If I hadn’t insisted on bringing Ninian with us, then…' Lyn thought that it was all because of her decision that this happened, and her expression was one of deep regret. 

Seeing Lyn like that made Ninian shake her head no. "...Lady Lyn. You didn't do anything wrong… When Nils fell into the sea, I… didn't know what I should do… and closed off my heart. If I had just kept myself together, then… all of this could have been avoided… I… apologize…"

"...Ninian's power is stronger than mine, but in exchange, her heart and body are that much weaker. …Nergal took advantage of that…" Nils explained. 

Everything after that was the same as Eliwood and his army had witnessed.

For a moment, silence fell over them.

A ray of light coming through the window bathed them in a vermillion glow.

They all thought back on their experience at the shrine, and were overwhelmed by their complex feelings, a mixture of anger, fear, and sadness. 

Eliwood was the first to break this silence. "...They were targeting you two because… you have the power to summon dragons?"

"...To be exact, you could say that we have the power to open the Dragon’s Gate. If he just wanted to summon dragons, Nergal could do that himself."

"You're kidding." Hector’s eyes widened at Nils' answer.

"...But however he does it, he needs a lot of quintessence."

"Quintessence?" Lyn asked, having never heard the word before.

"That's what Nergal called it. It is the strength of a person’s heart, their will to live. Nergal steals this quintessence from them."

"What happens to the people who have their quintessence stolen?" Hector asked.

"...They die soon after…"

Eliwood understood. That in that moment, his father had his quintessence stolen… and it was the cause of his death.

"It's not that Ninian and I are particularly powerful. Lyn knows as well that all we have is our special power… So Nergal needs a very large amount of quintessence. That is why he first had Ephidel, his right hand man, get close to the greedy Marquess Laus and plant a seed of war across Lycia in his heart."

"...For what purpose did he do that?" Quintessence and war. Lyn asked about them, not knowing how the two were connected.

"The strength of one's quintessence is completely different from person to person. Those with a strong heart and body seem to have several hundred times more quintessence than that of the average person. But the number of people with such great quintessence is small… Nergal was always saying that finding them would be too much trouble. …And that though it would take much work, the best way to gather quintessence would be to cause a war…"

"...So he intended to start a civil war and gather quantity over quality!? Curse him! How dare he think so little of our country!!" Hector's anger could not have been greater.

For his own ambitions, Nergal hadn’t hesitated for even a moment to start a war. He was a man most dangerous and sinister.

Nils continued, "...Ephidel brought Lord Elbert to the Dragon's Gate, saying he'd found someone that possessed ideal quintessence… Nergal was very pleased to reduce his efforts in starting a war. Because he gathered a lot of quintessence from the knights with Lord Elbert, and even stronger quintessence from Lord Elbert himself, he…"

"Nils!" Lyn cut Nils off.

Nils realized why she did so, and quickly apologized to Eliwood. "Ah, my apologies… Lord Eliwood."

"It's fine… When I found Father at the Dragon's Gate, I knew that his soldiers… probably weren't alive anymore…"

The unit of knights that had gone missing with Elbert was Pherae's best. Even before Eliwood and his allies arrived on the Dread Isle, they'd already had their quintessence stolen from them and breathed their last.

Though he'd feared such an outcome, Eliwood initially decided he would be ready to accept it.

But that was all meaningless now. They would never return home. Neither would his father…

He'd desperately tried to hide his anguish until now, but his face finally darkened.

Nils said to him, "...Lord Elbert said that he had a son. Who despite his great talent with the sword, hates war… And has a kind heart that can understand people's pain, so he will become an even greater marquess than himself…"

As he remembered each thing Elbert told him one-by-one, Nils continued, "If it meant that Lycia, the land where his family lived, would become embroiled in the flames of war… then even if he had to sacrifice himself, he would do whatever it took to stop it…"

"...He…" His father’s resolution left Eliwood at a loss for words.

"We had lost all hope of survival at the Dragon’s Gate… but he always talked so cheerfully to us. He spoke only of his beautiful wife and son he was so proud of, but Ninian and I… we both loved him. His stories about his family… gave us great courage."

His father had been a truly honorable man, and done whatever it took to be kind to the siblings and form a bond with them. If telling Eliwood that would at the very least console him… then Nils wanted to share everything he could, and that was why he talked about Elbert.

"F… Father…" Though Eliwood thought he had no more tears to cry, his eyes watered again.

As Nils talked, his memories of his father came back to him one by one, and made his chest feel tight.

But he couldn't. He couldn't cry right here, right now.

Eliwood was trying as hard as he could to keep his sadness contained. 

Hector realized that and whispered to Lyn, "We should leave him alone for now…"

"...We should. Let's go Ninian, Nils."

"...Yes."

As they were all leaving the room out of consideration for Eliwood, Ninian paused where she stood for a moment, and looked at him.

His body, shoulders shaking, were reflected in her sad ruby-like eyes.

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[anthrofreshtodeath]

Do you remember what the first smut you ever wrote was? And how did you get so confident in writing it (or was it always easier for you?) I am dabbling in some writing for the first time in my fandom life and I find a lot of it flows right out of me, but the smut?? Good christ I’m all over the place with it and don’t think I’m succeeding in what I’m actually trying to convey 😂😭 Do you have any tips?

Hmm… I think the first smut I wrote was when I was 19 for Alucard and Integra of Hellsing (the anime). I never posted it. It was bad.

And I hope I’m not bursting your bubble, but for me, the smut writing never really got easier 😂. I don’t really think my smut is all that good, so I may be the wrong person to ask. But like you, I struggle because it is very… choreographed. It’s like playing Tetris with your writing. The end result is supposed to be sexy, but the process is so technical as to be dry (at least for me).

But, with that said, I guess I have a few tips:

1) unless you’re writing PWP, try to give your smut a purpose. I’ll use CMWHS chapter 14 as an example - Jane and Maura are fucking, but Maura is using the fucking to punish Jane in a very particular kind of way that she knows will hurt Jane because Jane hurt her. So, successfully or not, it serves the plot. Once I know what I want the sex scene to do, then I plan out the acrobatics, LOL. Meaning what positions, what do they say to each other, etc.

2) just get the skeleton on the page. If you’re not sure of all the above, put a barebones placeholder down, like a sketch of how you want the scene to go, then return to it later after you’ve had time to think about it. Wow, lots of bones talk here, but I do this one all the time.

3) listen to music to get you in the right headspace! This doesn’t work for everyone, but it works for me. Listen to sex music. Get a feel for what is sexy to you and to other people and draw inspiration from that. Notice I am not recommending a certain genre because sex music can mean different things to different people. Send an ask or a DM if you want to know specific artists or songs I listen to in order to get in the smut writing zone.

4) read other people’s work! This is so important for all types of writing, smut included. Well-rounded readers are better writers. Don’t copy, but draw inspiration.

5) Last one - don’t try to be too sexy. This is hard to explain and I’m not even sure I can articulate what I mean by it very well, but I’m going to try. Avoid porny language, the “oh yeah right there baby” stuff. The over the top, “her orgasm ripped through her” type of stuff. I think we’re all guilty of going there from time to time, myself totally included, but sex is a thing that real people do. Real people say real things and crack real jokes and express real emotions during sex. They say silly things, they say sexy things that you wouldn’t necessarily find conventionally sexy, but oh boy does it work for their partner(s). Write about what you find sexy, or what people have told you they find sexy, independent of what media tells us what we should think is sexy. Queer spaces are great for this. One thing I think is hot? When Jane Rizzoli crosses her arms and nods while Maura Isles is talking, all while she looks down at her, in a completely nonsexual context or conversation. I can take that body language and transpose it onto a sex scene, alter it a bit, and it works. It’s not, you know, them making out or moaning or getting bent over or whatever (those things can be hot too), but it feels more real because it’s true to character. I hope that made even the tiniest bit of sense 😂. Long story short I think the hottest smut is the smut that is unique to those characters, not just the smut that ticks all the kink boxes or gets all the conventional positions right. Though getting those boxes ticked can be fun too! When people combine the character development and the kinky boxes? God tier smut.

Like I said - probably not the right person to ask given my complicated relationship with my smut writing, but I hope this helped! If it wasn’t so awkward I’d do a “my favorite sex scenes and what I find successful about them” series of posts or something.

#ask anthrofreshtodeath #fic writing

[dearestones]

Twisted Wonderland Matchup: Trey Clover #2

Warnings: Fluff.

@itheseem Request: Oh, hey! Matchups!

Anyway, hi, I'd like a romantic matchup for Twisted Wonderland if you have the time and energy.

Appearance: I am a 165 cm tall, average build, South Asian woman. I have wavy shoulder-length black hair and I usually dress in South Asian attire, usually salwar-kameez. I also wear glasses. I don't really feel comfortable going out without them 😅

Sexuality: demiromantic asexual

Personality: I'm pretty calm, collected and hard-working for the most part. People say I'm intelligent, quiet, and polite.  I can be sarcastic at times, although people often say it's hard to tell. I'm probably the most emotional unemotional person I know. I don't really show a whole lot of facial expressions, but I do feel things more deeply than people give me credit for. I also tend to get overwhelmed easily, especially when I'm in really noisy places for prolonged periods of time (RIP ADHD and Autism). When people get to know me, they say that I'm a good listener and that they feel safe to speak their mind to me. I also have a tendency to overestimate my own capacity to do work, so I often bite off more than I can chew and end up burnt out. I do this because I can usually do a lot of things without breaking too much of a sweat. Regardless, I still finish what I set out to do.

My favourite hobbies include reading, playing video games, listening to classical and lofi hip-hop, and making art. I especially like to draw and paint things that radiate a sense of comfort, nostalgia and serenity. Someone also told me that my artworks also hold a sort of innocence in the composition of the shapes, colours and the overall vibe of what I draw/paint.

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After going through the description given, I believe that you best pair well with Trey Clover!

What struck Trey as most interesting when he first meets you is the outfit you’re wearing! Trey hasn’t been outside of the Queendom of Roses aside from school field trips and of course, traveling to Night Raven College at the Isle of Sages, but he doesn’t think that he’s seen your style of dress before. It’s almost similar to what Scarabia’s dorm uniform sort of looks like, except it’s far more flowy and speaks to a culture that Trey knows very little about. He thinks that your outfit is comfortable and if your outfits are embroidered, he thinks that it really adds to the appeal and beauty of yourself. 

Also, glasses buddy! If you’re ever in need of a microfiber cloth, Trey has got your back! Just be sure not to take advantage of his kindness or he’ll make you pay for it. 

Trey appreciates your calm, quiet personality. As the Vice Housewarden of Heartslabyul, he’s more than well acquainted with troublemakers and those who would (un)knowingly incur Riddle’s wrath. Furthermore, a hard working person such as yourself is what also catches his eye. While he won’t take advantage or manipulate you like Cater would, he definitely holds you to a higher standard and wants you to do your best.

Your other traits are just as appealing! Polite and calm? You’re already climbing the ranks in his respect for you. But what captures his attention and has him setting his sights on you to further your relationship with him is your sarcasm. The first time he hears you say something offhand or act like you don’t care (but you secretly do), he thinks he’s hallucinating. He’s perceptive in his own way, but you’ve thrown a spanner in the works with your reactions. Oh my, that’s just so interesting! He’s not always one to solve mysteries without incentive, but for you, he wants to get to know you better. 

After he gets to know you better, he begins to differentiate between your different facial expressions, what makes you passionate and more lively than your usual unaffected disposition. While he loves your calm demeanor, he thinks it better if you’re smiling or at the very least not mad. Due to his experiences with his younger siblings and being a pseudo-big brother to the rest of the Heartslabyul students, he is more than well versed in the ways of making people laugh and be more at ease with him. He’ll talk to you sweetly and rope you into helping him bake for Unbirthday Parties. 

Don’t get too mad, though! Can you deny that you’re not enjoying your time with him? (If you’re truly mad at him, he’ll make sure to pack you plenty of sweets in thanks for your hard work). 

Due to his perceptive nature, he’s often one of the first few people to notice. When he sees you become more irritable or if you’re more nervous than usual, he’ll casually direct other people’s attention away from you, allowing you to leave quietly. Later, once he’s sure that no one else will interfere, he will seek you out and make sure that you’re all right. Whenever he approaches you in these situations, he will come bearing a glass of water and a sweet treat that you’re craving that day. 

As much as Trey would like to say that he enjoys being Vice Housewarden and second in command to Riddle, there are still aspects of this time consuming role that he doesn’t think of as positively. As a more passive player in Night Raven College, he thinks that you’re a wonderful addition. He’s not one to burden others with his own personal problems, but with you, he finds himself opening up about his doubts, fears, and personal reservations concerning his place in Night Raven College—especially when the first part of the Heartslabyul Arc takes place. 

Trey loves your hard working nature, but he’s also the first to make sure that you take a break. If he finds that you skipped meals or are having mental breakdowns due to your persevering nature, he’ll take you aside and proceed to make you rest. If you ask nicely, perhaps he’ll even cuddle you while you rest so that you aren’t tempted to work yourself even harder. 

In addition to your sweet personality, Trey finds himself drawn to your drawings. He finds that the overall composition sort of reminds him of his childhood home, of sweet memories of himself, Chen’ya, and Riddle as young children. True, the innocence of that time had been corrupted, but when he sees you make art, he’s taken back to simpler times. Thank you, he loves those fleeting memories.

In the end, Trey is very patient with you. Among the rest of the NRC students, he’s one of the few who is more than okay with a lover who isn’t inclined towards sexual relationships. He understands who you are and finds that he loves you for your personality and inner beauty. Dates between the two of you border on boring (as some would say), but to the both of you, it’s cozy and loving—and that’s what matters the most. 

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[pyroclastic727]

Is Amity autistic?

In the Owl House fandom, we hear a lot about how Luz is written to be ADHD. Now I would like to present the flipside: Amity is coded as autistic.

Here’s the breakdown.

Amity is touch-averse. “BuT aMiTy ToUcHeS LuZ aLL tHe TiMe” nice try. The key to autistic touch-aversion is only being okay with touch when she initiates it. And that totally matches up with Amity. See, Amity is really happy when she initiates touch with Luz. She’s also cool with it when Luz holds her hand after standing near her for enough time that Amity can predict an incoming touch. That’s because Amity consents to that touch and expects it.

But when other people touch her? She doesn’t take kindly to that. When Luz initially bumped into her at Covention, she snapped at her and degraded her. Even when she bumped into Luz in Enchanting Grom Fright, her initial instinct was to snap at Luz, since she didn’t expect to be touched. When Hooty touched Amity’s face without consent, she flipped out and beat him up. Not even Lilith beat Hooty up when he wrapped her up in his mucus-filled tube, but Amity gave Hooty the injuries we all wanted to see him with, because he breached her boundaries without her consent. Even as late as the last episode, Amity fell over when her face got close to Luz’s on the bleachers, because she didn’t expect it.

Amity stims. Okay, this one took me a while to catch, since most of the time, Amity is very controlled with her actions. This symptom isn’t very intense; her senses aren’t understimulated too often, and she really only does it when she’s really excited.

Mainly, when Luz offered to carry her. While she adorably scrambled for words, she also flapped her hands against her legs. At first I thought it was just a cute thing she did, but there’s more to it. She was so excited to be held by Luz that it showed up in her hands flapping...a common stim. With Amity feeling more comfortable around her new friends than the old ones, I wouldn’t be surprised to see more stimming in the future.

Amity always has The Mask as her expression. You know, the one with her eyes half-lidded, eyebrows raised, mouth slightly downturned. I also call it the Resting Blight Face, for...reasons.

At first I thought it was just a way to hide her true emotions, since her parents are assholes. But even though Luz makes her feel accepted, she keeps doing it. It’s more like...you know that feeling when you’re thinking really hard, or uncomfortable, or ashamed, or even just relaxed, and you can’t think of which expression to wear quickly enough, so you put on an unreadable one to tide people over? Apparently most people don’t do that, since allistic people tend to have expressions for those feelings, ones that arise naturally.

Another symptom of autism is having hard-to-read expressions, or being less expressive. In Amity’s case, it’s the fact that she doesn’t see a need to have an expression in calmer moments, so she just uses her usual expression.   

Amity hyperfixates. This has several facets, so I’ll break this down.

She initially hyperfixated on school. And that’s how she became top student. Amity Blight is who you would mistake for a “gifted student.” But make no mistake...she is not gifted, and gifted is a bullshit label used to overexert people and force them to keep school as their special interest for their entire lives (and I may have a bit of a vendetta against it). Anyways, we already know she’s a perfectionist. My theory is that Amity originally was hyperfocused on school--the Abominations track, to be exact--and that’s part of how she got so good. Then, her focus shifted, but the school expected her to keep being top student. Cue the perfectionism; she was no longer able to focus on school like she wanted to, but everyone expected her to, so she got insecure about it.

She hyperfixates on Azura, just like Luz did. Yeah, she keeps it secret from the world, for most of the time. But she definitely likes Azura a lot. I mean, she started to reconsider her opinion on Luz when Luz offered her an Azura book. She destroyed her jock career because she tried to use an Azura move in real-life Grudgby. Her interest in Azura is long-lived, starting about the time that her interest in school would have expired (which would explain why she stayed closeted). And we can’t ignore the fact that she sees Azura in Luz and is definitely enjoying the parallels between herself and her fictional counterpart. (Which might not be a coincidence, but that’s an entirely different theory).

She hyperfixates on Luz. Yes, part of this is a crush. But a lot of us have watched Amity’s personality go from alpha bitch to cutest little bean in the Boiling Isles, all thanks to Luz’s influence. Lumity is not a rivals-to-lovers speedrun due to bad writing, it’s due to Amity hyperfixating. She’s already extremely introspective, going so far as to keep a diary where she analyzes and makes sense of herself. It’s not a stretch to say that she identified the faults that kept her from Luz and worked hard to change those off-screen. 

Amity keeps a journal. To me, this seems like masking. You see, Amity is what people would consider to be high-functioning, since she can pass for allistic. But in order to do this, she has to put in significant effort on her part. See, when she does something that makes it so she doesn’t pass, she just sees it as a problem (since she probably doesn’t know about autism, and she passes well enough that she would totally be undiagnosed). Then she tries to fix the problem, in order to keep being perfect. 

Amity has awkward body language. Thanks to the journal and other ways of masking, you don’t see this early on. But once she feels comfortable enough around Luz to let her guard down...she completely forgets boundaries. To review: in episodes 15-17, she throws herself at Luz, holds her formal rival’s hand for 24.71 seconds, blushes every time she sees Luz, and loudly declares her thirsty thoughts about Luz in uniform before literally running away. While some of this can be seen as normal gal pal things or crush things...you’d think a repressed wlw like Amity would try very hard not to touch Luz, so as to avoid being outed. Or at least she would do less of that stuff, so as to respect Luz’s boundaries the way she wants her boundaries to be respected. But that’s not the case, since she straight-up misses a lot of social cues. And since she feels comfortable around Luz, she doesn’t feel the pressure to be so paranoid about the cues, and can be her awkward self. From her point of view, she probably sees it as being freed from her parents’ judgment.

Amity takes things literally, sometimes. Now, this doesn’t happen all the time, since she isn’t heavily affected by this autistic trait. But when Luz says “I’m picking up what you’re putting down” and Amity says “I’m not putting down anything” and looks down...she not only missed the conclusion Luz drew from her words, but also assumed a literal meaning from her words. I can’t come up with many other instances of this, mostly because this doesn’t happen often. I would assume that Amity missed these a lot early on, and learned how to mask/identify them.

Amity is easily upset when things don’t go as planned. Let’s review these. In the library, she gets really mad at Luz when they end up stitched to a book, and it takes Luz’s sweet personality to get Amity to loosen up and laugh over it. When she goes to practice magic, and Luz steals her wand and uses it to get her siblings kidnapped, Amity locks Luz in a cage and assumes that she will get badly injured if she tries to fix the problems she caused. When Luz comes to her school, she panics and focus on how that doesn’t change anything. When she burns Willow’s mind, she appears absolutely terrified of being punished, flinching and bracing for impact when Luz finds her near the memories, constantly trying to distract Luz as they work together to save Willow, and hiding behind Luz when she confronts the Inner Willow. When Luz asks her to join her in Grudgby, Amity doesn’t initially agree, instead taking much more of the episode to come to terms with her involvement in it.

Amity likes predictability. She’s not attached to routines, but she does like being able to expect things. If she makes a plan for the day, she expects that day to adhere to that plan, and she doesn’t respond well when it changes. When Luz comes to her school, she focus on how that doesn’t change anything...not how that would ruin things or complicate things. Whenever she gets involved in Luz’s shenanigans, she either gets angry, scared, or takes a while to accept it. In a broader sense, she takes a while to accept that Luz and her shenanigans are a permanent fixture in her life--sixteen episodes, to be exact.

Finally, it would make for some excellent representation. An ADHD Dominican-American bisexual protagonist is pretty groundbreaking. But an ADHD Dominican-American bisexual protagonist girl who dates an autistic wlw witch girl from another dimension is exactly the kind of intersectional representation you’d expect to see from an unrestricted Owl House crew.

...Now, this might just be me hardcore projecting. I’m a little scared to post this because I don’t know how much of this is me reading into imaginary things, or trying to convince myself that Amity is like me. Feel free to debate/disprove me or support me in the comments. 

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[deviliciousdev]

✨appreciation post for the types✨

- from your local intp🖤

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✨The Intuitives ✨

entj (the commander)

Where to even start, as an intp i have a special place in my heart for entjs and that place is my whole heart. Your ambitious nature makes you charming and intriguing, but the fact that you're secretly a nerd and love learning new things no matter what the topic (and are a whole baby✨ aka the little spoon) is the reason you're simultaneously the intp's best friend and soul mate. 💖

p.s you're not mean, you're hilarious, and i love that you're the best out of all the types at roasting people.

entp (the debater)

ah yes the other half to the "nerds of chaos" dynamic duo. your determination and open mind, provide for some of the best times. if two types were ever the most similar to the point of twins, it would be the entp x intp best friend dynamic. truly there is no one i trust more to tell literally anything to. you're someone who will never belittle or judge in high horse way. but still be honest and leave nothing out. if you feel a way you say it, with no guessing or game playing. and your humor and pet peeves are the exact same as the intp's and as i'm sure you'll agree. being able to hate the same things and laugh at little kids eating shit (even though we're not suppose to 💀) is the pinochle of best friend twinning. (at least for xntps lol)

intj (the architect)

ohhhh, you, you little minx. and i know you hate being called that, which is why it would be your contact in my phone. your lowest points are probably the thing intp's (unlike everyone else), like the most. you know what i mean... don't pretend you don't... *whispers* your lil melt downs, when ya get real serial killery... *snorts with laughter* oh don't worry you're still the superior being. 😏 in all honesty what would the intp be without you... that was rhetorical! stop listing things! anyway, your organized methodical approach is so satisfying. and your smooth intellectual burns that go over most people's heads, brings true peace to all NTs souls. thank you for your service. 🙏

enfj (the protagonist)

you're the main character. and i mean really. when you're at your best, at a large scale, you can lead generations, save those in need, do some seriously rob stark from game of thrones type shit (the most beloved stark by the people and the best leader tbh) on a small scale, you motivate those around you to charge into battle even when we literally just live in the city and are trying to get through college and the corporate world. 💀 even the rogue, pride themselves on being individuals intps, would follow you into the fire. and it's not just because of your charisma either, you actually think in big terms and care about things and people. keep being the king/queen in north (what they called rob stark when he fought for the North's independence)

enfp (the campaigner)

ok not gonna lie, i was so excited to get to yours... you are so incredibly enthusiastic and confident and some how self deprecating at the same time. you are genuinely fun. like the definition of fun. if you were a dog you'd be a golden retriever. no matter how bad things get, you are the one that can make someone smile. your laugh is infectious and no one and i mean no one, can make an intp laugh soooo hard like you can. you can make anything interesting. your idealistic humor has had me crying laughing in the canned foods isle of a grocery store, while you held onto the cart holding a can of bean sprouts, even though we were there getting ingredients for waffles and french toast... like how did we even get on that isle?? why were you holding a can of bean sprouts?? who's to know when you're both intuitive perceivers. ilysm, never ever change. 🖤

infj (the advocate)

you're the best person to go to for advice. genuinely. no matter what you think about yourself (that day lol). you see things in people that they don't even see in themselves. you care about those around you so much to the point you don't like talk about your own troubles. it takes time for you to open up, but when you do, you can be just as weird and hilarious as intps and sometimes more so. we always have fun doing seemingly mundane things like watching crappy horror movies or making frozen pizza. you plan THEE most incredible parties and activities. like seriously some of the best holiday/travel memories i have came from your mind and your company. you bring a gentle order to the chaos of life. my thanks for your being and your infj services transcends words. so i'll just say fannnkksss 😁.

infp (the mediator)

the most opposite and simultaneously most similar to the intp. you are thhheeeee bessttt. you make everyone around you feel comfortable. i can always come to you when i feel like i'm losing my fucking mind and you always know how to explain emotions and human interactions to me. not to mention giving some real slap in the face advice that is much needed! so helpful, one of the best wingmen/match makers, and probably the funniest type when drunk (next to entj). you can chill and watch movies all day or go out to a winery and have a great time. i swear no one is more quotable. we still say hilarious words or sayings you've said years ago and has now been developed into our everyday vernacular. people seriously underestimate you and you do the most and never look for praise or self-aggrandizing ass kissing. you are the LAST person to be a teacher's pet and are one of the most selfless people i know. keep doin you boo 👻

*stay tuned for a letter to the sensors✨*

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[zackcrazyvalentine]

Hi! Can I request all the dorm leaders confessing to their male crush who is their first male crush? Maybe some panicking about reader not accepting his feelings but he does?

I hope this is good… some bits are intense

may have gotten very carried away writing this... be ready for some angst

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OVERVIEW

Some boys get over the initial shock sooner than others

Others take a while to fully work out their internalized problems and doubts

Vil and Kalim are ones to settle with their feelings quickly (though Kalim does have one doubt cling to his mind)

Followed by Riddle and Leona, both had a realizations that made them snap out of their doubts

Malleus struggles more with understanding that what he’s feeling is love more than struggling with how he likes a guy

The two who struggle the most are Azul and Idia

Azul due to the past bullying he sustained, and how he feels he isn’t being honest to the boy he fancies because his personality isn’t exactly his true self, but one built to appear powerful and capable

Idia… Idia feels this is some sort of joke fate threw at him. His self hate and internalize prejudices make it hard for him to accept his feelings

🌹 Riddle Rosehearts 🥀

The moment Riddle realizes he looks forward to have this boy present in any future Unbirthday Parties, and how the dorm head tries to show off when tutoring him, is when it clicks

And he feels such an immense happiness, feeling like he’s floating on a cloud, while his face develops a bright red flush paired with a soft smile

But it crumbles when one thought haunts his mind: “What will mother think?”

There’s a mess in his mind and heart, and a heavy feeling in his chest that makes it hard to breath

“What mother thinks… what she would say…” Sudden unadulterated rage fills his body, “What mother has said and done until this day led me to Overblot, to almost lose my life…”

It’s between tears that he decides not to give a single care about what his parents think of his feelings. It’s his life, time to finally live it as he sees fit

What were those tears of, sadness or happiness? He knows not, but most probably it was a mix of both

Sadness for letting go years of strictly following his mother’s rules and fulfilling her expectations, and happiness to finally fight for what he wants

Still, Rosehears will make sure to eventually speak up to his mother about this and reach middle ground where both are happy (she’s still someone he respects and wants approval from)

You know this boy take to research in order to understand his emotions better, and learn ways to approach his crush

Understanding and considerate to the other boy’s feelings, will approach him when he thinks it’s appropriate

“[Name], I have something to confess. First off, I want to tell you that you’re a dear friend and I understand if you wish for some distance.” The redhead would take a deep breath before looking deep into his eyes, “[Name] [Surname]... I… I’m in love with you and… and I want to fight for our feelings, in case you feel the way I do.”

“Riddle..! That’s- I- Woah, you really-! I-It’s just..!” The boy babbled, brows furrowed at his own nerves.

“Ah! Uh… Don’t pressure yourself, I understand.” Rosehearts put on a strained smile, “If you need distance, I understand, as well.”

“No no, Riddle! What I mean is that-! I-...UGH! I LOVE YOU TOO, YOU LITTLE QUEEN!” The [hair color] blurted out, blushing furiously once he realized what he did.

Riddle himself blushed, too. “Oh? O-OH!” He snickered adorably, “So, uhm… How about you pass by Heartlabyul for a cup of tea? Maybe… we could schedule a date?”

🦁 Leona Kigscholar 💛

We all know Leona respects women and sees everyone for their potential, disregarding prejudice

At first, the beastman thought this was an amazing friendship. Both making each other surpass their previous accomplishments, become better

One day, when that huge dumb happy smile was directed at him, his breath hitched

“What the fuck?” (yup, this was definitely his first thought)

Leona isolated himself for a good while, and every night he would remember Fereena’s tales of how he fell in love with his wife. All those mushy feelings and tender words… it all made sense now, as much as it irritated him to admit

A single laugh tore through his throat. Man, what a life, huh?

But it’s exactly that what helped him say Fuck it and push through

They made him a second son, unworthy of the throne, even more so now that there was his brother’s brat as future heir

He was not about to let his family ruin this for him too

If there’s anything lions will always have is their pride, and Leona would proudly show his crush off to his whole dorm… in his own way

Everyone at Savanaclaw was surprised to see their dorm head share food with this one boy, even allowing him to disturb his sleep and crash with him whenever

Ruggie caught up rather quickly and got to investigate things behind Leona’s back

“Hey, Leona-san, why don’t you just come out and tell him?”  “Huh?”  “He doesn't understand your courting, go on and spit it out already.”

“Stop it.”

“W-What?” [Name] asked in confusion. He just wanted to share a tonkotsu sandwich with the lion. Seems like waking him up this time was a mistake, he had you pinned under his tall frame.

A growl rumbled through the 3rd year’s chest, “Stop… Looking so stupidly cute.”

[Color] eyes widened, “Huh? What do you-?” His inquiry was cut off by a pair of rough lips on his.

Leona smugly smiled down at the stunned boy, but the silence quickly made him roll off. “Shit… I’m sorry, just… go, leave me alone.”

“Leona”

“Leave”

“...Leona” He tried with a firmer voice this time.

With a roar, he tried to intimidate, “Just go already! I don’t want to-!” It was the beastman’s turn to be silenced by a kiss.

They looked at each other for a few seconds before [Name]’s face colored red.

Leona snorted, “Feisty little herbivore, I see… Not bad…”

It felt nice to feel his own heart beat rapidly after such a long time of feeling numb.

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto 💜

Oh, he knew the feeling well

He had it a couple times before when young, albeit more airy, not as serious.  Still, the fear of rejection and mockery led him to forcefully remove the emotion from his repertoire

So, once he felt the tendrils of love grace his heart, Azul panicked

Completely isolated himself from everyone, pretty much. Piling as many mountains of work as he could onto himself so he had no real reason to leave his office or room.

“How will [Name] love someone as fake as me? As pathetic as me? As-” The flashback of his compliments in the underwater museum interrupted his train of thought. Tears fell down his cheeks as he coughed up ink from the stress.

Then he realized how much he missed spending time with his crush. How the buy would occasionally visit Mostro Lounge to share a drink and catch up… How those [color] eyes remained trained on his, how close he would sit to him, how the [ x ] year would accidently sip the mermen's drink--

Wait… “Does he like me back…?”

“AHAHAHA NO, OF COURSE NOT! YOU’RE OVERANALYZING THINGS, AZUL! ...unless 👉👈”

That’s when he slowly tries to interact with the object of his affections again

Man… MAN… THERE’S NOTHING AS AWKWARD AS THESE TWO

When one tries to act suave and flirty with the other, an accident happens

Be it spitting a drink on the other’s face… or ink

That, or it completely flies over their head (both their heads, the nerves are too much… I’m sure they could power the whole Isle of Sages with their anxiety)

Eventually…

“You’re leaving already? Aww, I wanna be shellfish and keep you to myself~” Azul sighed dramatically, playing his typical theatrics.

“Oh, worry not! For you octopi my thoughts all day, Azul~!” [Name] answered back.

Azul choked on his drink (while a pair of twins snickered some ways away at the awful flirty puns). “Wha-wha-wha-wha-! What?!” This was the first time flirting was return when either party started it.

“Ahaha… Well… Haven't you been flirting with me?” He looked at Octavinelle’s dorm head with a light blush and worry on his face. Maybe he was interpreting his comments incorrectly?

If Ashengrotto doesn’t take the leap here, he will lose the chance. “Have been… for a while now, yes. Ahem, thank you for noticing.”

“So… Does that mean we can-?” “Stop with the sea life puns, yes”

The boy pouted, “I mean...sure, but that wasn’t what I wanted to say.” (No, he was definitely going to say another pun). Regardless, he threw a soft smile at the octomer, “Can we go out some time? I enjoy your company a lot, Azul. Let me see all different sides of you, yes?”

☀️ Kalim Al-Asim 🦂

This is one thing he need no help with. Once he felt that distinct fluttering in his heart and how his whole body buzzed after his crush touched him, he knew

And he LAUGHED

Laughed the merriest laugh, danced around the entire room (or all of Scarabia, if they were at the dorm), and hugged everyone in his path (first victim being his crush, followed by poor Jamil)

I can see him blurt out his feelings right then and there

“Kalim, Kalim! What is wrong with you?” The [color] eyed boy snickered. Kalim could be so cute~

“[Name]!! Do you- Did you feel it too?! The sparks?! The butterflies?!” The white haired male held him by the shoulders, bringing him so close to his face.

“It feels...magical! Like I-! I-.! [Name] can I… c-can I… kiss you?” Round garnet eyes shone with intense happiness, the [ x ] year found it difficult to speak (his breath was stolen away~).

At that, Kalim gasped, letting go of his friend. “Oh, sorry! That was p-probably very, uh, sudden.” He chuckled awkwardly.

“No, you dork! Please!” Now it was [Name] who brought the 2nd year closer, “Kiss me!”

And so the Asim heir did~! The blushing boys shared their first kiss surrounded by high energy and happiness.

Otter boy would want to tell his parents as soon as possible of his fortune, but one though stopped him on his tracks

As the first son of the Asim family, his parents will surely want him to have a kid, a future heir

“I know they will be happy for me, but… Will they fully accept the relationship?”

No one has ever seen Kalim so determined to study the Land of Hot Sand’s history

He was set on finding an example for his parents to understand that, regardless of who he chose as his future spouse, their family can have a future heir

There’s many ways to bring children into the family! Why only be tied by blood?

Whatever their answer to his relationship and example is, Kalim is fully prepared to push on and not give up on his love

They make it together or they give it up together. Kalim knows the implications of this, of probably being disowned and whatnot; while it breaks his heart, he will want to go on with it. “What’s the point of being with them if they won’t accept and love their son for being happy with who he loves?”

Kalim’s love for his boyfriend runs deep, and his for Kalim runs equally as profound

They will make it through any hurdles and obstacles in their path

👑 Vil Schoenheit ❤️

The one that takes it most calmly

Sure, he’s happy and excited there’s someone he fancies, but he’s Vil Schoenheit: Cool as a cucumber, elegant always, rising sta; a crush won’t make him lose his composure, in public

In private, though... boooyyyy you bet he’s dreamy sighs and fantasies, love songs and talks with the pillow

It doesn’t fully shock him to like a guy. Love is love, there’s nothing wrong in loving someone with your whole heart, outside opinions are irrelevant

Maybe he’s delved into what the LGBTQIA+ community is due to fellow actors and people in the industry he looks up to, one or two (or more) identities called out to him in his research

(can totally see Vil as an Ally that later on discovered his own identities the further he advocates for the community’s rights)

Still, he will take his time to fully register and unravel his feelings towards the guy. He would absolutely detest getting both their hopes up when no real feelings exist between them

Will occasionally throw coquettish comments and carefully invade his crush’s personal space with playful touches to see his reaction.

I believe he knows how to read people well, so this is a key element for him to know if the boy’s interested too or not, and Vil’s next plan of action

Don’t think Vil tells anyone about his crush, but the ever observant Rook catches on and encourages him to pursue his feelings

If they get in a relationship, it will become public only after approval is given by his partner. Privacy should always be respected

“Vil?” [Name] poked his head through the door after knocking on it. The letter said to meet him here, along with other very sweet and heartfelt words.

The blond signaled him to come closer, “Do close the door behind you. Take a sit.”

“Vil, I-” The words he practiced so many times failed to come out.

Pomefire’s dorm leader smiled into his cup, “Don’t worry about it, [Name], I understand. However,” Amethyst eyes look into deep pools of [eye color], “I hope we can remain as frien-” A folded piece of paper slid his way interrupted Vil.

Eyes shifted from the hastily made card to the student across him. Slowly, Vil took the paper and read the words inside.

A gentle smile shaped his painted lips, “Aren’t you the sweetest?” Giggling lightly, Schoenheit took the other’s hand and placed a tender kiss on his knuckles.

💀 Idia Shroud 💙

Alright, take it as you will…. but I think Idia would have some internalized homophobia problems

With how into anime, manga and games he’s into, of course he’s heard of same sex couples and the like

Doesn't react much to them, but maybe the parts involving them he passes quick in his media & games

He’s sorta indifferent to them

The typical boy that imagined his future with a nice girl that loves him as he is, but

The way this one friend of his makes him look forward to his next visit, how he interacts with Ortho and the way they play together, the gentle way he coaxes Idia out of his room to share a meal or drink in the cafeteria or Mostro Lounge

Then they accidentally brushed hands. Idia’s face flared up and his heart did a somersault

“I liked that” followed by “But [Name]’s a guy”

His brain is very much confused, and so is his heart. He believed himself straight, and very not attracted in other irl people, to have this revelation has his world made a mess

At first, he’s denying it, telling himself it was an overreaction… But that breath stealing sensation happened again once the guy smiled at him in greeting

Proceeds to isolate himself and fall into a hole of self loathing

“This can’t be happening”  “Humans are disgusting”  “Same sex couples are shunned, looked down upon”  “I knew fate wouldn’t let me be happy ever in my life”  “I have a prestigious family’s image to uphold, what will everyone say if they see me with a boy?”

“Love is disgusting”

His world is even more shaken after that thought crossed his mind… Is love disgusting? Up until few days ago, he was hoping for a future with love in it…

It then morphs to “I am disgusting, for feeling this towards a boy”

Doesn’t help when said boys actually shows up on his dorm and (quite literally) kicks down his door to know what is going on (Ortho helped with the door thing, after all, he’s also very worried about his brother)

“What are you doing here? Came over just to mock me, did you? Yeah, of course you did.” Idia immediately began his attack.

“What? Idia, what the hell is wrong with you?! I’m here because I care about you and I’m worried! It’s been more than a week! You haven’t even attended your classes through the tablet!” The [color] haired retaliated.

“I don’t want you here, I don’t want anyone here,” There was a strange glint in his eyes, “Especially you.”

“Idia, what?!” That hurt.

“I want to forget, I want to get purged from you!” His flaming hair bursted for a second. “I want you out of my life, out of my mind! Out of-! Out of my-!” Words choked in the older Shroud’s throat.

[Name] was scared, and very much hurt. “Idia… what is going on? Why are you saying such things?”

“Because I-! I-I..!” The 3rd year student felt like throwing up, this sadness, anxiety and unjustified rage did not sit well in his stomach. “Because I don’t want to feel this way! I-I don’t want to be in love, not like this!” Panic rushed through his blood, making his breathing erratic and vision blurry with tears.

The [hair color] rushed over to his friend’s side, carefully taking one of his hands and calling for his attention. “Idia, Idia, let’s do this together.” He placed the hand on his chest and took deep breaths. He kept repeating the breathing exercises until he saw the sapphire haired male repeat the motion, albeit shakily. “Now, tell me, what do you see on my jacket?”

“A-...A-A color… [fav. color]”

“Texture?”

“Sm-smooth”

“Keep breathing, don’t stop.”

“I see… a white shirt… a-and [color] skin...warm…” Idia continued describing, until his eyes crossed with [color] orbs. “A-And I see…” More tears welled up, pointy teeth biting harshly on his bottom lip to muffle the sobs, “I-I see… The friend I love most… The friend…. I love… love…” He finally rested his forehead on the other’s shoulder, silently letting his tears fall.

Shroud cried until he could no more, voice hoarse and head pounding. “I… Sorry, [Name]... I fell, fell for you and… don’t know how to… what to do…”

Gentle hands lifted his head, “It’s fine, it’s fine, Idia… If you allow me, we can work it out.”

🐉 Malleus Draconia 🖤

He took it as calmly as Vil, but with some bumps in the road (by bumps I mean long periods of time for him to realize what was happening)

All this time, he thought the feelings he held for his friend were purely that, platonic

It wasn’t until he spoke out to Lilia about how his insides tickled curiously whenever he walked under the skies with the boy that Lilia made him realize what it truly was

“Young Malleus, I do believe those tender feelings are a sign of you falling for the male”   “Fall? No, We walk carefully through school grounds.”  “No, Malleus, not literally.”   “Ah, could it be the famous expression used when describing love? I’ve read it before in novels.”   “Indeed, My Lord, you’re falling in love with [Name].”

Silence…. “Hah! Oh Lilia, your jokes are ever hilarious.” He just brushed it off, and continued to do so for a while.

While novels and books described the magical feeling in many different exciting ways, love wasn’t exactly something Malleus sought in his life

What he wanted most was company, friends, to never be alone again

And he certainly never felt alone when with the boy he fancies

Many months passed by rereading romance novels and reading new books for the little seed to sprout… maybe he was indeed falling for his friend

“Lilia, I have a question.”  “Yes, My Lord?”   “Why are same sex couples so rare in human literature?”  “That, Malleus, is something not even I can fully comprehend… Humans can hold senseless hate in their hearts, and these couples are unfortunate objects of such hate.”   “...They should learn from faefolk”  “Indeed they should, indeed they should.”

He prods Lilia further to quell his curiosity and learn more, but the old bat eventually gets tired of it and leaves him with a   “Dear Malleus, just explore the emotion you’re feeling right now. That’s better than asking an old man like yours truly to answer your questions. Explore and enjoy life!”

And that he does. His night walks with his crush become more frequent, he invites him to his dorm room to enjoy tea, info dumps about gargoyles, and starts his courting

Little useful (and random) gifts, Malleus even gives him some pieces of jewelry and gems from his own treasure (the biggest show of respect and affection between dragon fae)

“[Name], I have something special to give you.” Malleus broke the silence.

They had been sitting, looking at the stars for some time.

“Oh?” The boy outstretched his palm, where the taller male placed a single object.

[Color] eyes examined the smooth, dark object, awed at the hardness of it.

“It appears my previous gifts have been misinterpreted, so I will take to explain this one.” The crown prince began, “That is one of my very own scales. For us dragon fae, gifting jewels, precious metals, and scales is a great show of respect.”

“Oh! Well, thank you for thinking so highly of me! I certainly hold you in high regards, too, Malleus.” A bright smile appeared on the [ x ] year’s face.

“And they are also great displays of affection… tremendous, I would say.” Draconia added.

Silence.

And then…

“Oh my! Malleus, I am…!”

Silence once more.

“I see....” The dragon exhaled, “It is fine, apologies for not explaining things earlier. You’re, of course, welcomed to keep the gifts… They are gifts, after all.”

“Malleus… I’m just… Blown away-!” Shining eyes looked into his lime ones, “All your gifts… You were courting me without my knowledge… Sorry, I-I promise to make it up to you! If you allow me, of course…”

“Oh?” Shock and excitement pierced the dorm head’s heart, “Very well. Next time, come out in your best drapes. I wish for us to dine the finest of meals.” He could feel the tips of his fangs poke his bottom lip from how wide his smile was at that moment.

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UEFHIRGOPEK THIS WAS SO LONG AAAAAAAA

Sorry if spelling mistakes sneak here and there 🙇‍♀️

Hope this was enjoyable! And sorry if I strayed from the original request (bc I definitely feel like I went in a tangent orz)

Thank you for the request!! This was very fun and interesting to imagine :D

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[atsukashii]

Hi is it ok if I request y/n x kuroo & she/her & ☀️ & pink please?

smooth like butter, like a criminal undercover gon' pop like trouble breaking into your heart like that

✘ hey google: how do you tell if a guy is flirting with you?

✘ GENRE: fluff

✘ WARNINGS: aged up characters, bookshop au

✘ WORD COUNT: 1.9k

“I’d like to take you to the movies, but they don’t let you bring in your own snacks.”

Closing your work locker, you raise an eyebrow at the familiar six foot, raven haired guy, who smirks down at you as if he just won first prize. In cringe worthy pick up lines? Yeah he can take that medal.

“Are you calling me a snack?” You ask, adjusting the strap of your bag.

“Will you go out with me if I say yes?” Kuroo asks again, wagging his eyebrows at you teasingly, and you immediately know he’s messing with you.

“Not a chance.” Offering him a scathing glare, you spin on your heels and slip out the front door of the shop. When you’d first gotten the job at the small bookshop near your house, you'd have been ecstatic. Although you’d been less ecstatic about your new colleague who you’d never met before in your life, but had been slipping you cheesy and corny pick up lines every day for months.

You didn’t even know that there were that many ways to flirt with someone, but alas, Kuroo proved you wrong every shift. At first, you’d been a flustered bumbling mess trying to come up with a response, but as you caught on to how his hazel eyes glinted with untamed mischief, you’d decided that Kuroo wasn’t your favourite person.

That wasn’t to say that you by any means hated the guy, there was no way you could when he was literally one of the nicest people you’d ever come across in your life. He held doors open for you, and would volunteer to carry the new boxes of stock out back because they were heavy - although you had an inkling that was partly to show off. In the end, Kuroo is sweet, kind, and hilarious. But he thinks that hitting on you every day, and asking you out as a joke is also hilarious.

And it’s hilariously pissing you off.

Because somewhere down along the way, between the angel references and calling you a ‘cute-cumber’ you’d found yourself smiling at the lines. You found yourself anticipating getting to work shifts with him, just to see him and for the chance to witness the familiar rogue smile and the pure giddiness that emits from his very being.

But to him, it was a joke. And that left more than a bad taste in your mouth.

Adjusting your bag once more, you try to slide the store door closed behind you to keep the aircon inside - a stark contrast to the summer heat bearing down on you. Before it can close completely, a hand rolls the glass door to a stop and you find yourself once again looking up into hazel eyes.

“Not finished?” You snipe back, having reached your quota of fake flirting for the day. Kuroo doesn’t flinch at your tone, or maybe he just chooses not to notice judging by the smile that graces his face. Maybe, just maybe you could eventually get over him. It’s not going to go anywhere, if it was going to, he wouldn’t have waited literal months to make a move. So maybe, you can let him go.

“Oh I have plenty more for you princess, but I just thought you might want this first.” In his hand is a copy of the book you’d been reading behind the counter of your shifts. Blinking twice, you realise it’s got similar dog eared pages and a crinkled spine from continuous use - that's your book. Instinctively you peer into your bag on your shoulder, and alas, it's empty. With an empty mind, you take the item from Kuroo’s outstretched hand, and offer him a quick thanks as you try to swallow the emotion in your throat.

“You’re most welcome. Walk home safe, I'll see you tomorrow princess.” Kuroo responds with a rogue wink that has you flushing from head to toe. His knowing grin proves that was the response he was looking for, so you quickly shove the book in your back and practically run from your work - swearing that you can feel his gaze on you the whole way home.

Yeah, there’s no chance you’re going to get over him.

This is cemented on your next night shift. You stand behind the counter, your eyes glancing up from the book you’re reading to the group of teenage girls giggling amongst the young adult isle. Really, it should be an actual law for people to be as quiet in bookstores as they are in libraries.

The door opens once more, and you begin to groan internally at the thought of even more rowdy teenagers coming in, but instead Kuroo slinks through the door in all his six foot two glory. Dressed in his work shirt, some black jeans and his usual sneakers, he looks good and the bastard knows it from the raised eyebrows he shoots you when he catches you looking. You don’t reply, but instead turn back to your book, ignoring him and the gaggling teenagers who suddenly shut up as he walks past them to go to the back room. You can’t blame them as their eyes stay glued to his every movement. Kuroo walks like he was meant to carry the world on his shoulders, but instead spins it like a basketball on one finger. As if the most difficult things for him are effortless. Like a god amongst men. Okay, let's not go that far. If he ever heard that, his ego would asphyxiate everyone from here to the south pole.

“Do you like my shirt?” Kuroo’s question has you turning around before you can stop yourself, but you’re all levels of confused as he holds the hem of his shirt in pinched fingers away from his body. His shirt? It’s his work shirt…

“Uh it’s your work shirt…” You manage to mumble out, brows still furrowed, completely baffled.

“Yeah but its made of a different material.” He points out, moving closer to you, only looking up from his shirt and to you when he’s standing only a few feet away. “Boyfriend material.” His grin is actually blinding, so you’re not sure if you’re squinting from that, or from the way you scrunch up your nose in distaste at his line.

“I hate you.” You grumble, turning away and looking down at your book once more, letting your hair fall over your cheeks to hide the flush splashed brightly across them.

“Hate me? Why must you hurt me so princess?” Kuroo jokes, and you find yourself getting more and more disappointed as he grows quiet and begins to start on his own work for the shift. It’s not until you both notice the gaggling girls practically drooling on the floor at him that you decide you need to take your break.

Closing your book loud enough to startle the group of girls and the guy flicking aimlessly through a volleyball magazine at your side. “I’m going for my ten.” You offer in explanation as you try to move out back. You don’t get to even make it past the counter before there's a warm hand wrapping around your own. Kuroo’s hand completely engulfs yours in the best ways and you can’t help but gape at it as it pulls your walk to a stop.

“Are you alright?” He asks, drawing your eyes reluctantly from your entwined hands to his face, and once you spot genuine concern there, you hesitate with your response. How do you say that no, you’re not okay because would you be if the person that you liked jokingly asked you out on a daily basis for months on repeat? But never meant it?

“Yeah, I'm fine.” Kuroo doesn’t let go just yet, but instead scratches the back of his neck with his other hand nervously.

“You know, if I'm honestly bothering you, please tell me. I don’t ever want to make you uncomfortable y/n,” He offers, shame and hurt flashing brightly in his eyes - and it shocks you stupid for a few seconds. It takes you an added moment that he’s talking about his teasing. Wait, he thinks he’s bothering me? Is he?

“Kuroo, if it was bothering me I would have told you alright?” You say softly, your gaze drifting back to your hand. “I mean sure sometimes it can be a bit much but that's mainly because I'm an idiot.” Not expecting those words, Kuroo’s nerves bleed into a confused frown that has you wanting to reach up and thumb away the line between his pinched brows.

“An idiot? Princess, if what I'm saying is bothering you-”

“It’s not what you’re saying that’s bothering me, it’s the joking.” The second the words leave your mouth, you wish you could reach out, grab them, and shove them back down your throat, because the way Kuroo drops your hand as if it burnt him hurts more than you thought it would.

“Joking?” His tone is utterly perplexed, and this time, you’re the one looking back at him with confusion. A loud laugh barks from his chest and you immediately feel embarrassed for absolutely nothing. Kuroo is laughing so hard and obnoxiously that tears actually crest the corner of his eyes, and at this rate you’re ready to just walk out the door if it means you don’t have to deal with this embarrassment for another second.

“You mean to tell me, that all this time you thought I was joking?” Kuroo gets out between laughs, and you feel your stomach drop at his words. What does he mean did you think he was joking? Was he not?

Your silence is answer enough because he runs a hand through his thick dark hair and leans back on the counter behind him.

“Jesus Christ Y/n!”

“You would laugh at me after you said them!” You defend, pointing an accusing finger in his way. How could you not think he was joking when he’d laugh at you, his whole being the very embodiment of mischief when he would say his lines.

“Because your face would go red and you’d tell me I was an idiot under your breath, because it was cute!” Kuroo rebuts right back, trying once more not to laugh, and you can’t help but groan. You cannot believe that this entire time, he was actually trying to ask you out on a date. Well, you can’t fault his perseverance and tenacity.

“Kuroo,” you grumble, bridging your fingers and pressing them to your forehead in thought, just trying to calm your raging heart at the fact that this is happening.

“Y/n,” he grins right back, and you can feel him closing in on your position before you can even see him. But once you open your eyes again, letting your hands fall from your face, Kuroo’s stunning features are right up close and more beautiful than you’d thought.

“Does this mean that you’ll go out with me when I ask this time?” You really do try for your pride's sake to not flush at his words, but heat still crawls up your neck and Kuroo’s growing smile tells you that your mental attempt to stop it isn’t working.

“Yes, I will.” You say, letting the smile tug at the corners of your mouth.

“Good, I'll remember that for my new line tomorrow.”

✘ A/N: more fluffy kurro for ya day, y'all i am l i v i n g for this man rn

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TW: Mention of abortion, Angst, Pregnancy, The higher ups 

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Idk if the requests are open, but can you maybe write a scenario where Gojo's s/o is pregnant, but his family doesn't accept her because she isn't a shaman (you know, I feel like Gojo's family is really strict and traditional). I need some angst 💔 sorry for my bad English, and thank u if you're going to do it 

I hope this is what you were hoping for. I wasn’t really sure how angsty you wanted. I decided to use the higher up instead. 

You sat quietly crying alone in the room you shared with Satoru. He was out on a mission an you had taken advantage of the fact that you were alone to finally let out everything you had been holding in over the past two days. 

Satoru and you had tried super hard to keep your pregnancy a secret from the higher ups in the Shaman world. They had frowned at your relationship with Satoru from the moment they found out. A shaman of his strength should marry someone of equal importance, not some common person like yourself. So when you fell pregnant, unlike Satoru who was ecstatic, you were mostly scared. Once you voiced your worries he gave you a long speech about how the higher ups had no right to make decisions about his personal life and that the two of you would raise this baby together, making sure they had all the love in the world. He also promised that he would keep your pregnancy a secret so that you wouldn’t have to worry.

Your first trimester was easy enough to hide from the world but as you entered your second trimester and started showing, it became a little more complicated. 

You were trying to stay home as much as possible, but a few days ago you realized you were out of one of the ingredients you needed for dinner and decided to run out and grab it. As you were in the store, you noticed someone following you around the isles and you tried to ignore them, you thought they were just some weirdo eyeing your belly, but now you realized that they were probably a person sent by the higher ups to report about you. Two days after that incident you had gotten a knock on the door, only to open it up and find several strangers. Instead of answer your question as to who you are, they pushed their way into your home and walked to your living room. They all took seats, leaving no chair for you, and then looked at you expectantly to join them. You made your way to where they were seated, and stood in front of them with your arms crossed. None of them had told you who they were yet. 

“You need to get rid of the baby.” One of them commented in a cold tone. Your jaw dropped, were they serious? Your mind was racing at a million miles per second.

“We will pay for you abortion.” another lady said, he tone just as harsh as the first person who had spoken. You took a moment before stammering, 

“N-no…” you paused before continuing “It’s to late anyways.” You looked around the room at all of their expressionless faces. And so the conversation went, as they continued to tell you how important it was for you to get rid of the baby. The left you with the warning that if you didn’t act soon, they would be taking more drastic measures. 

You were so overwhelmed by the meeting, that you shut down. It wasn’t until a few hours later that all of the emotions that you were feeling hit you and you found yourself slumped up against the be, cradling you small belly, and crying. Should your tell Satoru that this happened? What would he do? Would he agree with them? Maybe you should just leave now as to not burden him anymore. You were so caught up in your thought that you didn’t even respond to Satoru when he called out from the door that he was home. He walked around the house trying to find you for a bit before finally pushing open the bedroom door. He saw your crying form on the floor and moved to comfort you. Taking you into his arms and holding you tight. 

“What’s wrong, do you want to talk about it?” he cooed softly, trying to figure out what had caused you to cry, and if he could do anything to help. You only shook your head and buried your face deeper into his chest. He decided not to push it, you would talk when you were ready

#tw pregnancy #tw angst #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen angst #gojo saturo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo angst

[sergeantsporks]

Another Shot at Life

Rating: General Audiences, Gen

TW: Child abuse, emotional manipulation

Ao3

Hunter accidentally makes his way into the human realm and can't get back home. But he's discovering that might not be such a bad thing.

Ch 1/?: Someplace Strange

“HUNTER!”

Hunter sprinted through the hallways, gasping. He’d really done it this time—there was no bouncing back, was there?

“Have to find somewhere to hide,” he muttered. He ducked into the throne room, slipping behind the completed door. Surely no one would risk hitting Belos’ prized project just to get at him. “Just have to—”

Oh, Hunter, Belos’ voice echoed around him, you cannot hide in this castle. I can find you anywhere.

Hunter yipped, backing into the door. It started to glow, and he yanked his hand away. “The blood,” he gasped, “It must have leaked from the key when I took it from Blight!” He glanced around. No. He couldn’t hide in this castle, and there wasn’t much of a chance of him getting out without being caught. He looked back at the door, and slowly put his palm on it. The door started to glow again.

Hunter—Hunter, no, you stop that this instant. You cannot hide there, either, the human realm—

Hunter stepped through the portal.

Hunter!

The moment he was through, it closed up behind him. Hunter dropped to his knees with a whump.

He’d really done it.

He’d run away.

To the human realm.

What had he been thinking?!

The portal was gone—he was trapped here, now, with no way back.

Something thumped in the creepy old house he’d emerged in, and he ducked behind the stairwell, whipping out his staff. When the whatever-it-was finally came down the stairs, he jumped out with a yell, swinging his weapon.

He immediately landed in a tripwire that yanked on his leg. He fell with a yelp, struggling backwards, which just made it tighter.

“Whoa—hey, hang on, stop pulling, you’ll just make it tighter!”

The thing. It was just a human. Relief warred with caution, and Hunter scrambled for his staff. “Stay back!”

The human kicked the staff to the side, kneeling down next to him. “Hey, there. I won’t hurt you. You’re… not from around here, are you?”

Hunter surged forward and bit her hand. He was not going to get taken hostage by some human!

“Ow!” she yelped, yanking back, “Hey! I’m trying to help!”

Hunter rolled over on his back, sitting up and tugging on the wire around his ankle. “I—don’t—need—any—”

“You need to give it some slack, or you won’t be able to undo it!” the human approached him cautiously, her hands up. “Just let me help you.”

Hunter scooted away, in the direction of the line. “I knew that!” He undid the pin, and slowly pulled his foot out of the loop, reaching into his cloak pocket for his dormant palisman.

“I thought I gathered all of the traps up, but I guess I missed a—”

The human yelped, as Hunter threw his palisman at her. It came to life and attacked, pecking at her and beating around her head with its wings. Hunter made a break for the door. “Come on!”

His palisman left the woman and perched on his shoulder as he tore out of the house and down a path. “Good work, buddy!”

“Hey, wait!” the woman called from behind him, “You don’t know anything about this wo—”

Hunter ran right out onto a strange black path, and a massive hunk of metal barreled towards him, the lights on it blinding. He reached for his staff, but he must have left it back at the creepy house, because it wasn’t there. The hunk of metal screeched to a stop as he stumbled backwards, tripping over his cape.

“HEY! WHY WERE YOU JUST STANDING THERE, YOU CRAZY COSPLAYER?!”

The woman from the house caught up, panting, and waved. “I’m sorry!” she called, hauling Hunter up to his feet, “One of Luz’s friends!”

She pulled Hunter away, her grip on his arm tight, but not tight enough to hurt. “That was crazy, you’re going to get yourself killed out here!”

“Lemme go! Who are you?!”

“I’m Camila Noceda. You can call me Camila. You’re from the Boiling Isles, right?”

Hunter wrenched his arm out of her grasp. “How do you know?! Who are you?!”

“I’m just a human. But…” Camila took a deep breath. “Any chance you met my daughter? Luz Noceda, she’s about your age, brown hair—”

“You’re Luz’s mother?!” Hunter facepalmed. “Of all the—I don’t know what she’s told you, but—”

“You know Luz!” Camila grabbed his hands. “Is she okay? How is she doing over there? Is she any closer to getting back—OH! Wait, you got through! How’d you do it? Can you take me there?”

Wait. He could work with this. Hunter disentangled his hands from Camila’s. “I will tell you everything I know. If you help me.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to—okay. Sure. Come on. Here’s your stick thing.”

Hunter snatched his staff from her hands. “This is an incredibly dangerous—just… don’t touch it, okay?”

“Mmm. Okay. Sure. Follow me, uh…”

“Hunter.”

“Any last name?”

“No.”

“Alright...”

Camila started walking back down the road, and Hunter jogged to keep up. “So—where exactly would be a good place for me to start… looking for a job, I guess?”

“Psssht. You’re what, fourteen?”

“Sixteen!” Hunter snapped. Oh, a fine time for his voice to crack, wonderful.

“Mmm. Yeah, sixteen, no social security, no identification of any kind, no kind of formal education, not even a last name—good luck finding a job. Do you mind… telling me why you decided to come here?”

Hunter’s palisman nuzzled his face, and he gently patted its head.

“I’m going to tell the emperor.”

“I was… running from someone.”

“Oh.” Camila hissed through her teeth. “Ayiyi. I suppose I can see why you’d be friends with Luz.”

Oh. She had… quite the wrong idea. Well. No harm in letting her keep thinking that.

Camila strode up a front drive of a house, opening a door. “Vee!” she called, “Come down, there’s someone I want you to meet!”

Vee? Who was—

Luz came down the stairs. Well—wait. Not Luz? She had strange, reptilian eyes, and spots on her cheeks, and her ears were—not human.

“Watch out, that’s a basilisk!” Hunter yelped.

When the basilisk saw him, she let out an ear-piercing shriek and dove back upstairs. “Vee!” Camilla called, pounding up the stairs, “What’s the matter?”

“That’s a basilisk!” Hunter yelled, charging up the stairs after her, “They’re shapeshifters—dangerous—”

“Vee’s not dangerous,” Camila growled. She knocked on a door. “Vee? What’s wrong?”

“That’s a coven guard!” the basilisk called, “He’s here to take me away!”

Camilia whipped around towards Hunter, a dangerous light in her eyes. “Is that true?”

Hunter backed up. “No! I didn’t even know she was here!”

“Liar!” Vee yelled from behind the closed door.

“I am not a liar!”

“Vee, he says he’s one of Luz’s friends.”

Hunter winced. Okay, that might actually be a dangerous lie in the long run. “Well—I never said—”

Camila face-palmed. “You don’t actually know Luz at all, do you.”

“I mean—I wouldn’t say—I do know her.”

“He’s a coven guard!” Vee yelled, “He probably tried to kill her!”

“Hunter…”

“Kill is such a strong word, I mean, I never really had the intent of killing her, I just sort of threatened her a little bit and—ehhhh what were we talking about, again?”

Camila crossed her arms. “Full story. Now.”

Hunter gulped. “Look, I told you the truth—I was running. I got in some really hot water, and I panicked, and I came through the portal, but what I really need now is to go back, I can’t—I shouldn’t have run. Oh, he’s going to be so mad.” Panic spiraled through him just thinking about it. “Oh, titan. I am in so much trouble. He’s going to kill me.”

“Probably,” Vee growled.

“Vee!” Camila scolded. She reached out, and he flinched away. She held her hands up in surrender. “Calm down. Who were you running from?”

The door opened a crack, and the basilisk peered out at him. “Yeah, who does a coven guard need to run from?”

Hunter hesitated. “I mean—I wasn’t really running from—I did something I shouldn’t have—and I was running away from what I did—I wouldn’t say that there was a person, per se—”

“Who, Hunter?”

Hunter blinked hard. “My—the emperor.”

Vee’s door was flung wide open, and she stared at him, open-mouthed. “You were running away from the emperor?!” She squinted at him. “Wait a minute…”

Don’t figure it out, don’t figure it out, don’t figure it out—

“You’re the golden guard!” Vee blurted, “Camila, he’s not just a coven guard, he’s the head of the coven guards!”

Camila frowned. “Why were you running from the emperor?”

Hunter took in a shaky breath. “I… I fought another coven member.” He reached out to pat his palisman again, making sure it was still there. “She found out that I had Red here.”

“Aw, is that its name?”

“No. Just a nickname. Anyway, she threatened to tell the emperor that I had it, and…” He reached again for Red, and the bird snuggled against his face, warbling reassuringly. “I shouldn’t have attacked Kikimora. It—that was wrong of me, and I need to go back.” He bit his lip. “I don’t know where I’m going to stash Red, though. Maybe… maybe you should stay here?”

The cardinal nipped his ear. Hard.

“Ow!”

“I think the answer to that is no,” Camila offered. “Hunter, if you fought this—this Kikimora, why are you running from the emperor?”

“Did I say—uh, no, I’m running from Kikimora, because running from the emperor would be ridiculous, I mean, why would I be running away from him? I think I said—”

“No, you definitely said the emperor,” Vee interrupted. He shot her a glare.

Camila rubbed her arms. “Hunter, I don’t want to be nosy. But… is everything okay for you at home?”

Hunter laughed, maybe a bit hysterically. “Everything is—it’s fine! I’m fine. Home is fine. And I need to be getting back there. The emperor will be mad, sure, but he’ll be madder if I stay, so I need to—”

“Ahhhh, Hunter? I’m not sure you can get home. The fact that you even managed to get here is—it’s incredible, Luz hasn’t been able to get home to me. It’s hard enough getting to here from there, and getting from here to there? I don’t think it’s even possible without someone reaching out from the other side.”

Hunter’s heart thudded in his chest. “Don’t say it—”

“I’m afraid you’re stuck here.”

#I PROMISE i will give him a happy ending this time guys i SWEAR i will #toh #toh fanfiction #toh hunter #camila noceda #vee noceda #emperor belos #my writing

[samwritesforyou]

lantern rite with zhongli

zhongli x reader

summary: you stay in liyue and zhongli wants you to go to the lantern rite with him

warnings: gender-neutral reader

wordcount: 2.2k

A/N: its just zhongli brain rot, can we jsut live our mundane life w him forever??

you were wandering the lands of liyue for a significant amount of time already.

you would’ve usually just camped in the open like you used to do on your adventures in mondstadt - before the knights learned about this and generously offered you an apartment with no rent required - but ever since you mentioned this idea to a powerful god of geo zhongli, he wouldn’t hear of it.

“you are staying over at the wangsheng funeral parlour, y/n,” he said in a serious, low tone that made your stomach twist in ways that you didn’t yet understand.

“what do you mean? i can’t just stay there,” you said in return, brows furrowed.

“there are a few rooms behind the official wing that we use for business and actually me and hu tao live there, we do not have a conventional “home” anywhere,” he rationally explained and continued looking steadily into your eyes.

you never had a problem managing eye contact, but with his piercing amber orbs it was quite difficult.

“zhongli, i-“ you started, looking behind him at the open entrance to the balcony.

it was getting dark already, and even though you were used to camp life, you did notice that wild liyue was rather dangerous to rest at.

“only if you really don’t mind,” you stated with a sigh of defeat, closing your eyes and putting hands on your hips, “but i’ll pay.”

“dear y/n, i simply won’t allow it,” he said and you felt his gloved fingers on your chin and opened your eyes immediately, meeting with his.

a mysterious smile played on his lips, “you can just invite me to a meal, this form of payment will be sufficient,” when he saw a blush creeping up your face, he let go of you, standing straight again and clearing his throat, becoming flustered himself and looking away.

“alright,” was all that you could muster to answer in a higher tone than usual.

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and there began an era of you living with hu tao and zhongli for the course of weeks that stretched into months as you tried to scout out the eternity of liuye’s landscape, hopelessly looking for your lost sibling.

most days you’d come back to your new home exhausted and just plop on the couch in front of the kitchen isle, already seeing some food left on the counter for your arrival.

you were never sure if it was hu tao’s making or zhongli’s, but that question was answered tonight, as you saw geo archon finishing up tonight’s dish - slow-cooked bamboo shoot soup - not even paying attention to your shuffling in the room.

you felt grateful yet a bit guilty that you made zhongli do something for you every day this late.. sometimes you wouldn’t return until the morning and even then you found a warm plate of breakfast on the counter.

you didn’t have much free time to get to know zhongli better, but even so you two have become an acquaintances of sorts. someone could even say.. friends.

a few times during your stay you were persuaded to take a break and took a few evening walks alongside rex lapis, your conversation making you feel at ease and understood.

if only you’d have more time to just.. do nothing, then you’d even..

you were staring at his broad back for quite a while already as he was cooking, no official costume present, just a simple comfortable shirt that gave you more of a feeling how home-y you have become with him.

it felt natural to come home and see him, either reading a book or just sliding the door to his room open to say a gentle “goodnight” or ask a few questions about your day.

you really liked him. you clicked as personalities, he was interesting, handsome-

“are you here?” you suddenly felt a gentle single tap on the top of your head, as zhongli’s voice brought you back to reality from your thoughts.

from the thoughts that you shouldn’t be having, because there’s no way that something would ever happen between the two of you.

so you shook your head and then smiled at him wearily.

“yeah. sorry, a long day,” you said silently and looked at two plates that were now sitting at the table.

“i wanted to dine with you tonight, is that alright?” he asked and looked up at you with his amber eyes.

“of course!” you nodded and then looked down at the table, “and thank you.. for always making food for me.”

“oh, it’s nothing. hu tao said that since you’re our guest i don’t have to worry about using more ingredients for food than we do usually,” he then began to eat.

as you dug in into your dish as well a comfortable silence has settled in the room.

it was always like this with him.

comfortable, safe.

you wondered how he’s gonna react when you tell him you’ll probably have to leave soon.

maybe it’s a good time to bring it up, even though it’ll ruin the moment of peace.

you mulled over the idea for a few minutes and couldn’t find any way of saying it the way you wanted it to sound, so you just started;

“uhm.. i think i’ll go back to mondstadt.”

ever so composed zhongli literally choked on his food and coughed a few times, steadying his posture once more, brows furrowing, not meeting your eyes.

“why so sudden?” he just asked simply.

“well… i don’t think i have any luck here.. and i’d love to move to the next region, but i wanted to talk it over with other knights beforehand, just to be safe,” you answered and sighed.

it’s not like you wanted to leave.

“that is a good choice indeed,” he stated, but you sensed that he wasn’t pleased by your “choice” at all, “but why won’t you stay just a few days longer?”

he finally finished up his food, gently patted his lips with a cloth and put it aside, now meeting your gaze.

“there is a lantern rite festival in the end of the week and..” seems like zhongli was trying to pick the right words, which was unusual of him, “i was hoping you’d accompany me.”

“oh,” you have heard about the event scarcely, but didn’t pay it any mind, knowing that you’d probably have no time to enjoy it anyways.

“your sibling is out there somewhere, i believe in it,” zhongli didn’t even let you speak, which was twice as unusual of him, as if he was already trying to persuade you even before hearing your verdict upon the matter, “and i wanted to offer you my help. i finally have no rites of parting to arrange and am quite free of any work that was holding me back before,” and as an afterthought he continued, “and i think you really deserve some rest, y/n. i’ve seen how hard you’ve been trying to find your sibling, help the adventurers guild.. it’s only natural and fair for you to take some rest and replenish your energy.”

you were frozen in place with a spoon half-risen to your mouth already, unable to tear your eyes from him as he finished his monologue.

you were used to him talking about the past events or fond memories for a long time, but it was never addressed directly at you.

so you just looked down and started intensely finishing up your soup, trying not to think about the way you’re probably blushing right now.

and once you did and looked back at zhongli, he was sitting composed in front of you, light smile resting on his lips.

“i’ll stay then,” you nodded and smiled at him back, his expression growing softer at your words.

“thank you,” he mirrored your nod and then took the dishes - even after your protests - and started cleaning them up himself.

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you were so glad you decided to stay. last few days were filled with you just walking around the city and outskirts alongside zhongli as you were finally able to relax a bit and push a pressing matter of finding your sibling for a few days later.

the lantern rite day grew near and it was already happening in the evening. for some reason hu tao insisted of pampering you up and didn’t let zhongli see you until the event started.

“why are you like this?” you ask tiredly hu tao as she was helping you to put on a classic chinese dress that was worn both by men and women (and everyone in between) in this festive time.

“you think i don’t see how you’re staring at each other?” she giggled as she started rummaging through her hair pins that would look good on you.

“each other?!” you yelped in confusion, only to be met with a flustered reflection of yourself in a mirror in front of you, so you dropped your shoulders and sighed, lowering your gaze, “if anything, it’s only me who’s staring, hu tao..”

“ha!” the laugh was more similar to a bark as she reacted to your words and soon enough appeared next to you, putting a pin to your bangs, adding your hair a little decorative twist, “that’s what you think.”

you didn’t have any time to protest to that, because you heard a knock on the door and hu tao yelled “don’t you dare come in, old man!” right back.

“i just wanted to inform you two that the festival has already begun,” said a calm muffled voice outside and you found yourself smiling at that.

“okay, we’re almost done!” said hu tao and finally helped you stand up, letting you look at yourself in the mirror.

you really looked exceptional tonight and couldn’t hold your positive emotions bubbling inside of you.

“thank you,” you said to hu tao and hugged her tightly.

she just giggled and murmured something along the lines of “don’t mention it” and went with you out of the room, straight onto the balcony in front of the wangsheng funeral parlour.

your eyes found zhongli immediately as he turned and looked at you.

he gave a polite nod to his friend and then his amber orbs drifted to you and his expression broke into something way softer than you’ve ever witnessed before.

only after a while you realised that your festival dresses were matching. yours was just in lighter, yellow tones, whereas his was in dark brown ones. it complemented each other perfectly.

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you didn’t really notice how it happened, but you two ended up alone, just walking on the outskirts of liyue harbour, after participating in many festival activities.

you were standing on the hidden viewpoint where you could see the whole city, beautifully lit up, yet where you were standing there were scarcely any lamps, so the atmosphere was dim and comfortable.

zhongli was the first one to break the pleasant silence between the two of you.

“i dont want to be straightforward,” he started as he stood next to you, his hand on the railing of the balcony, “but i’m afraid i just have to share my feelings with you, y/n.”

you looked up at him, question in your eyes.

could it be?..

“i don’t usually take interest in humans, but.. it’s safe to say you drew me in and left me enchanted,” words were rolling off his tongue effortlessly, “by your driven heart, pure intentions and determination,” he paused a little and then chuckled to himself, “kind of remind me of myself, back in the day.”

with his free hand he reached out to yours, and took it in his palm, squeezing a little;

“i’m not immune to human weaknesses either.

and my guess is that i’m certainly not immune to your charm.”

he then brought your hand to his lips and gave it a light kiss, eyes trained on you.

“so if you accept me, then i’d be happy to court and protect you,” he finished his speech more quietly than he began and now was just politely waiting for your response.

for the rest of your life, if you allow me; he thought to himself, but these kinds of words are still too heavy for you to bear, he settles and doesnt say the rest of his initial sentence.

he came to accept that his lovers will come and go, since he is an immortal being, but it won’t stop him from giving his all to his loved ones.

“zhongli..” you said with trembling lips, as you tried your hardest not to cry.

you were falling in love with him slowly day by day, not even realising it and you’d never even think of him reciprocating your feelings and now it simply feels too overwhelming. in a good way, of course.

“is that a yes?” he squeezed your hand once more, his smile growing wider and eyes softer.

“of course,” you sniffed and pushed yourself into his embrace, not willing to let him see you cry, at least not yet.

you felt his heartbeat in your hug and you swear you never wanted to let go anymore.

“thank you,” he said gently and you felt his lips pressing to the top of your head.

you really chose the best man to fall in love with. ////// if you wanna be added to my genshin (or any other fandom) tag list then please either comment or dm me! also my requests are open so feel free to text me that as well, if you’d like <3

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x reader #rex lapis x reader #zhongli #rex lapis #genshin #genshin zhongli #genshin fanfiction

[sparklespectres]

Yesterday’s Lie was MUCH different than I was expecting (in the best way) but like- ouch??

Im glad we have one mystery solved with Vee (V? I’m not sure.), and I really appreciate that she was a type of demon we already knew about as opposed to something completely new! I think that’s always a really smart decision in shows- it saves time in having to come up with completely new magic rules/systems while also bringing up the consistency and continuity of the overall demon lore that we’ve gotten from earlier episodes. Plus the reasoning behind her leaving and taking Luz’s place was really well done, with it illustrating Vee’s story itself, showing a different perspective and set of opinions on Luz’s story so far, and giving us another example of Belo’s tendency to take over and abuse magical things, which is a point they’ve been driving home all season.

It makes me happy that Camila is willing to let Vee stay despite the circumstances; I think that was a good illustration of her character to wrap things up before the angst at the end. I’m going to have to watch the episode again to really get my thoughts together, but I think this was a really good episode in terms of introducing Camila as a more important character! (Not that it’s not just a good ep in general lol) It shows us that, no, she doesn’t want Luz to lose all this creativity and imagination that she has, and is willing to support her, but doesn’t want it to negatively impact her life in things like school- like she says in A Lying Witch and a Warden, she doesn’t want it holding her back. Regardless, she cares about Luz and it’s clear that they have a very close relationship! They do such a good job of offering up little tidbits of information through comments Luz makes in episodes or pictures in backgrounds or whatever that I feel like we kind of inferred a lot of that anyways, but this episode really confirms what a lot of people were thinking about her characterization and their relationship. The end scene and her having Luz make the promise to stay does really sting though? Like I can’t pinpoint what it is about it that hurts as much but I just feel for Luz on such a personal level because I can imagine it is SUCH a hard situation to explain in a short amount of time, and although it seems like Luz knows what she wants and where she wants to be, it’s SO difficult to see a parent that you’re close to upset over something that you chose, and I really think they captures those emotions perfectly, which help to justify her making that promise to stay in the human realm even though it’s very clear that she won’t be happy doing that. You can really feel the urgency between the two of them in that final moment, with them both just throwing out these big last-ditch efforts to repair this disconnect that they have in their relationship, but only illustrating that rift more clearly and not actually fixing it. Camila is offering to make things change to be better for Luz once she gets back, believing that the issue is within her and that she has pushed Luz to this, when the problem that Luz has is just with the human realm itself, not her. Luz promising to stay in the human realm eliminates the possibility of that problem ever being able to be solved, putting the two of them into a cycle that they won’t be able to get out of. I think the whole situation they’ve arranged between Camila and Luz is just wonderfully written because like, neither of them are completely in the right or wrong. Camila has every right to be angry at Luz for going off to another realm and lying about it (moreso about the lying I think?), but Luz making that decision is clearly justified in the relationships she’s made and the things she’s learned. Her skills and insane creativity are more of a strength in the boiling isles, and the traits that people she was surrounded with in the human realm might have made fun of are appreciated in the boiling isles, allowing her to gain a trusted mentor, various close and loyal friends, and even a girlfriend! Overall, It feels like Camila sees Luz’s “fantasy world” as the enemy here, and looks at it as something that is taking her daughter away from her, while not realizing that the real problem is the environment that gave Luz a reason to create that fantasy in the first place. I think there’s great potential for her to realize that over some time, and that realization will be the turning point for Luz to be able to go back to the boiling isles. But, like I said, I really need to watch the episode again to have a super clear picture of their dynamic and be able to analyze it more.

#the owl house #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers #yesterday’s lie #this is a big incoherent ramble and I’m sorry #I just have FEELINGS

[bonny-kookoo]

Bunny Boy (JJK x Reader)☁️⚠️🔪(💜)🔞 Part 1

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Yandere!AU, Stalker!AU, questionable romance, smut, Oneshot

Warnings: (oh boy) Stalking, Obsession, Yandere themes, cute Koo but aggressive, he ready to fight, graphic description of violence, blood, very twisted JK, oblivious! Reader, kinda Stockholm-syndrome Reader?, soft romantic lovemaking, body worship, Dom! Jungkook, Sub! Reader, Handjob (fem. receiving), oral (fem. receiving), protected sex because even with your mind scrambled up in a frying pan we still wrap it before tapping it y’all hear me STDs ain’t cute Susan

Summary: It all started with a hello kitty charm.

A/N:(IMPORTANT) I’d like to note here that I do not condone nor romanticize any of the things depicted in this. This is purely fictional, and only to be seen as a work of art, not as a depiction of real life relationships. For short: if he a creep, kick his balls, don’t kiss. Thank you.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part?

Whenever you slept, he had to think of an angel portrayed in an old painting displayed in a museum he'd seen when he had been a kid, years ago. He remembers its features, flawless and so carefully drawn that it edged on perfection. It couldn't have been however, he knew that much. Because the painting wasn't of you.

The sheets had fallen all over the place during the night- you sometimes moved during your period of unconsciousness he'd noticed, which wasn't unusual for you. It had been more often and severe these days however; probably because of the stress you experienced at work nowadays. It was okay though, he though to himself. He'd taken care of that for you, just so you could finally rest in peace again. Just like he'd decided almost a year ago.

"You lost this, I think.." A voice spoke behind you, as you turned around, eyes looking straight at some american writing on a black t-shirt, then a jean-jacket thrown over, until your eyes raised, spotting a silver chain necklace- not one of those large ones guys wore to impress, but a rather delicate looking one. Your eyes found soft looking lips, the upper one smaller than the lower, slightly parted like a doll frozen in time, before you saw a prominent nose, a slight scar on his cheek, and eyes wide open; a dark chocolate brown, reflecting the artificial lights of the grocery store, shining all around you as they tried to advertise several products to the people browsing the isles. His hair was a bit curly, dark and only mildly styled you assumed. He stood way taller than you did, the main reason you had first made eye contact with his chest rather than his face-

He was handsome.

You stuttered a bit as you looked at the hello kitty charm, a simple one you'd hung on your phonecase, for the aesthetic and sole reason that you liked the cat character a lot. "T-Thanks.." You said, and your voice made his eyes widen even further, before he flashed you a bright smile, bunny like teeth giving him a charm that completely contradicted his entire punk-like attire he wore, combat boots stepping back a bit to give you a bit more space, sensing how his close presence made you feel pressured.

What a nice gesture.

"Jungkook." He said, and you nodded, giving him your name as an exchange.

Unknowing where this would lead.

His phone chimed with the familiar tune of his alarm, making him simply tap away at the screen without breaking eye contact with you. This was his favorite moment of the start of his day.

You moved around a bit more, the screen of your phone bright and annoying, just how you intended it to be. He knew that you were quite the sleepyhead, cherishing your dreams and cozy blankets like no other around him he knew. That's why your phone had an extra obnoxious tune to it to wake you up, screen as bright as possible to drown the entire room in its glow, so you had to move around. Your eyes opened slightly, pout ever so endearingly present on your lips as you sat up, raising your arms to stretch them above, making him swallow his saliva as he saw how your shirt raised up, revealing the soft skin of your belly, and the slight peak of your cotton underwear. He loved how you always put comfort over visual appearance- you didn't need fancy clothing to look absolutely divine in his eyes, after all.

He had to remember his task at hand however, grabbing his phone with a bit of hectic, before he dialed a number, waiting until your screen lit up. You instantly took on the call, not looking at who's calling.

Did you know it was him? Or is were you so careless all the time?

"Goo'mornin' Kookie.." You drawled into your phone, and his entire previous thoughts flew out his window, his eyes closing at the sound of your slightly raspy voice, his nerves instantly soothed at the fact that for another day he'd managed to become the first person you would talk to.

"Good morning angel." He said, voice low and smooth, just how you always told him you liked it. He watched as the corners of your lips turned upwards, a smile only dedicated to him, even if he technically wasn't supposed to see it. It made it the more special to see. "Did you sleep well?" He asked, and you nodded. Silly girl he thought. You noticed your mistake before sleepily giggling to yourself, yawning before answering him verbally. He cooed at you internally. You were so cute.

"Hmhm. Had a bad dream though." You said, and his heart clenched at the way your lips lowered a bit with the remembrance of whatever had happened during your slumber. He wished he could invade your very thoughts, keep even your own demons tormenting your precious time of rest at bay, kill them off with a shot straight to their cores, just to have you safe. "but you were there 'n fought the monsters." You said with a smile, and his eyes widened. Maybe he really was invading your thoughts just like you did with his. Was your connection really already that strong? He watched the clock on the very corner of his laptop, keeping an eye on the time. He didn't want you to be late, after all.

"That's right, I'm always keeping you safe." He hummed, and you sleepily replied with a confirmation of his statement. "Now get ready, or you're gonna be late baby." He said, the nicknames still foreign yet oh so sweet on his tongue whenever he said them. He could finally speak them out loud, finally give them to you regularly, and it had been a firework of emotions ever since. He could never get tired of the way it made you squirm, giving him a teaser of what you could look like underneath him, bare and ready for his taking. Just the thought alone made his pants tighten around him, making him force composure down his throat- at least for the moment. "I know you're still in bed. Go and get dressed, don't make your coworkers wait. Love you angel." He said, and waited for you to say the same words to him again, as a form of farewell and confirmation alike.

"Hmhm, love you too, Kook." You said, and disconnected the call, giving him finally freedom to groan out loud, hands scrambling with his pants, fingers working on the button and fly with desperation as he pulled his half hard length out of his underwear, moving his fingers around as his eyes never left your form on his screen, bare legs softly walking up to your dresser. As you discarded your shirt, leaving you bare, his grasp tightened a bit, air coming out in gasps as you stretched yourself so deliciously like a feline did- your back arching enticingly, breasts on full display for him, before you started to bend down, looking for something to cover them, probably.

His mind started to come up with visions of you, arching your back underneath him like that, speared on his cock, mewling alluringly, delicate hands frantically searching for something to hold onto as he would push himself inside you again and again, your name falling from your lips in a manner he couldn't even imagine yet.

Would your voice raise in pitch? Would you only huff, gasping without a tune? Or were you a screamer?

He didn't know yet, but he knew he was close to making these mere dreams a reality with you. He'd finally managed to show you his love for you after all, finally making you see how you belonged to him and him only- you had finally accepted him and your destiny at his side. When he'd first met you, you were so sweet yet so.. dumb. You didn't notice, didn't feel the connection- but he was patient. He was able to wait, to hint you at it the best he could, to softly lead you into his awaiting arms, to serve you and worship you like the goddess you were. You had started to finally connect the obvious strings of fate to him, kissing his lips in such a shy manner that he still felt his veins buzz from the euphoria he'd felt that day.

The day he got kissed by an angel, by his soulmate, his other missing part.

He spied on you as you worked away, busy like a bee, ever so hardworking he thought. You didn't deserve to work at all in his opinion, your hands too delicate to be endangered by maybe scolding yourself on hot water or coffee that you made every day for absolute strangers or regular costumers; yet you were so happy at your job that he had to be gentle at slowly showing you that this wasn't where you were supposed to be. The amount of people looking at you every day made bile rise in his throat, making him feel like vomiting every time he saw the way you smiled at another man.

It was even with woman, he'd noticed recently. He didn't care much about the elderly, but he could sometimes spot girls your age eyeing you down like you were a rare diamond behind glass, admiring you like they shouldn't be allowed to. He understood them to an extend, he'd admit that much; your visuals were magical, absolutely breathtaking, making him almost sympathize with the people being drawn towards you. Your soul was so soft and gentle that people naturally felt comfortable around you- too comfortable, if anyone would ask Jungkook himself for his opinion on that matter.

Just like right now; the guy you once went to school with as he'd found out after photographing his face and running a google search on him, finding his facebook and other social media accounts on his hunt. He hadn't really tried to stay in contact with you after you both graduated, dating girls left and right like he was a 12-year old collecting pokemon cards, posting disgusting things such as post workout pictures, bathing in attention of strangers who'd never really met him. It was disgusting, really; Jungkook himself had given himself away to others before as well, but his counter was standing at a number easily displayed on one hand. With this guy however, that was way more difficult to portray. He'd collected information on his past affairs as well, after all. He wondered what you would say if you knew he even slept with men in his freetime, selling himself like a whore just for animalistic pleasures and his own satisfaction. He almost felt himself gag at the thought of you possibly falling into this man's trap.

Thank the heavens he'd found you first.

He saw how uncomfortable you felt around that guy however, even your naive self sensing something malicious behind his attention seeking behavior towards you. He'd overheard you telling him multiple times how happy you were with Jungkook, yet the guy simple did not take the hint, speaking over your words as if they didn't hold any significance at all, uncaring of how you hated not being taken seriously by others.

How nauseating.

Jungkook looked at the passenger seat next to him, cold eyes gazing at the silvery tape and plastic bag, his glove clothed hands gripping the steering wheel in determination as he turned his face again, patiently waiting as that demon payed for his coffee, finally leaving the cafe after sending you another look. Jungkook cracked his neck. He had to do it.

He was doing it for you.

You'd understand.

Seoul's nights were mostly starless, due to the amounts of artificial lights blending out the galaxies above everyone's head's. It was quite tragic to him, really, because as he watched the colourfully lit up Bridge blend into the distance behind him as he drove further and further away from the city, the nightsky above him got clearer and clearer, as if the earth was revealing itself with every kilometer he brought between himself and the buzzing citylife.

He'd bring you out to a trip far away one day. Maybe camping, you always told him how you found these things quite romantic- roasting marshmallows over a small fire, stargazing, and sleeping in each others arms to converse heat in stuffy sleeping bags. Oh, he loved this already. He'd work a little overtime at his job to get enough money together so he could maybe even rent a small van. Or would his small car suffice for you? Maybe it was better to use the smaller space of his own vehicle- the less space meaning being closer to you, after all.

As he opened his window a bit, he breathed in the almost icy air from the outside, not much sound heard apart from his car's engine and wheels on the road, monotonous sound making him feel less concentrated than he should be. But he knew these roads, thankfully. Luckily for him the air inside his car was waking him up a little bit, as he turned around a corner, Jungkook clicked his tongue in annoyance as he felt something on the backseat of his car tumble down behind the seats. Hopefully the bag didn't rip. He had a spare one with him though.

He was organized, after all.

It was something that you always praised about him, making his chest feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He loved whenever you told him how handsome he was, how you always felt so appreciated whenever he held the door for you or helped you with simply mundane things. He didn't care about anyone else's comments about him; when you were happy with him, he was happy with himself as well. Your opinion of him mattered most- everyone else's only served as a safety cushion if you will.

He knew you would probably feel a bit upset with the tragedy that befell your former classmate- but he was insignificant. He had no good intentions, he knew that much, and now, he'd ridden the world of such a nuisance, cleansing it from another rotting soul. In a way he felt like he'd done a great job, as if he'd done something important. If ghosts existed, Jungkook hoped that this young man's was thankful for finally being freed of it's miserable existence. Even though he have had all the rights to make him suffer, he'd made it quick and simple, keeping things clean and sharply cut.

Pulling on the parking break in his car, he shut down the engine, before he opened his car door, stepping outside and stretching his arms. He'd definitely pulled a muscle carrying this dudes body into his car- the weight much more heavy than he'd initially thought. But that would pass. Maybe it was his punishment for not acting sooner, not getting things done immediately. His dad had always slapped that part of his neck too whenever he messed things up. He still remembered that to this day.

The memory made him shudder.

Sighing, he opened the door to the backseats, part of the plastic-wrapped body falling a bit out, making Jungkook huff a bit in frustration. He pulled on it, assuming it was his head, letting the weight fall down onto the ground, a low thud and a bit of dust covering his black sweatpants and combat boots.

He'd clean them up at home.

Heaving the body onto his back as to not rip the well made covering, he began to collect rocks nearby, stuffing them into the bag carefully, adding weight as much as he could, while still making it possible for him to shove the body over the banisters placed on the edge of the cliffs before finally securing more tape around the bag to make sure the rocks couldn't simply tumble out and leave their destined place inside. Jungkooks gaze was still cold, icy, as he finished his work with an almost bored expression, finally hefting the heavy weight over the metal bars, before he let it fall with a groan on his side, Neck still hurting. He watched as the body hit the water's surface, white splatters shooting in circle formations around the bullet-like hole in the waves before the darkness swallowed it whole, leaving nothing behind but a few air bubbles.

Jungkook took a deep breath, watching for a moment before turning his gaze to the stars above, clouds slowly shielding the nightsky from his vision as if the heavens above closed their eyes- not looking at his actions.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, making him remove his black glove, unlocking it with his fingerprint skillfully, smile already on his lips. 'I'm gonna be done in half an hour. Do you wanna get some late night Ramen with me and eat it at my place?' you wrote, silly emojis making him imagine the pink hue on your cheeks as you wrote these lines to him.

Now that he thought about it, he was quite hungry.

"Jungkookie, here!" You said, waving at him as he spotted you, bunny grin sent your war as he walked over, immediately pulling you into his open arms, his nose nuzzling your neck as if he needed to claim you like an animal. It tickled you a bit and you giggled, making him chuckle as well as he kissed your cheek, before he took your hand into his, walking you to his car as he looked at the plastic bags in your hand.

"Why did you buy them yourself angel? You could've waited and I could've payed." He whined, and you scoffed a bit, blushing at the way he seemed to be pouty over the fact that he couldn't be all gentlemanly like he always said he wanted to. Having told him how it made you feel so special inside whenever he did these things, he made sure to do them for you as much as possible. He shuddered at the fact that you'd once told him that your ex boyfriend never did these things such as holding the door for you or help you grocery shopping. The same night however you thankfully told him that you were still pure; having never been touched intimately before, a piece of information that had made his pants tighten embarrassingly fast, the simple revelation that you were still untainted and his for the taking making him feel starved. Yet he had controlled himself, not wanting to rush things. You were a bit skittish, easily overwhelmed with things, so he knew not to push anything too fast too far.

Loosing you could be fatal for the both of you, after all.

"Ah, but its fine Kookie." You said, thanking him after he'd opened the car door for you, closing it after you had gotten inside the passenger seat after you with a smile. Jungkook really was a special guy; he seemed to cherish the old ways of courting a girl- something that had made him be seen as a 'softie' in your group of friends, the girls constantly making fun of the way he acted around you. It made you feel more and more upset the more time went by; after all you really loved Jungkook and the way he made you feel. You both were happy- why did they need to make fun of that?

"Angel?" He asked, and you snapped your head towards him, humming an answer and proving to him that you weren't paying any attention. His eyebrows furrowed a bit, and for a split second you thought he was mad, but his voice didn't hold any bad feelings at all- only slight concern. "Is everything okay? If you're tired I can drive you home-" He said, stopping at a red light and using that moment to look at you. You didn't look physically sick to him, yet your face told him how something was bothering you inside. He'd studied your features for longer than he'd like to admit, making it impossible for you to hide anything from him at all. "Or is something troubling you?" He said lowly, his eyes suddenly fogging over with a look you could not quite describe.

It made your spine tingle and your skin shudder, however.

"I just.." You said, trying to figure out what to say concerning this topic. Jungkook was emotionally very easily affected, you knew that; something that made it even more difficult to bring that topic up. You didn't want to hurt his pride or his ego concerning his manliness. "The girls at work they uhm.. they were making fun of you a little bit for being so, you know, soft and sweet to me-" you said, making him raise his brows and open his eyes more, his innocent doe-look returning into his face as he looked forwards to continue driving. You immediately raised your voice a bit, hand instinctively touching the one not on the steering wheel as a form of confirmation for your next words. "But I don't think that at all, I think you're really nice, and strong, and you know, manly and all that.." you said, ears slowly turning red as you noticed how that sounded. Jungkook simply smiled, his eyes reflecting the traffic lights like mirrors.

It made him seem almost ethereal to you.

"So you think I'm hot?" He asked, and you sunk down in your seat, fiddling with your fingers as you nodded, making him giggle a bit, and ruffle your hair playfully, before interlacing his fingers with yours, holding them towards his lips to kiss the back of your hand. "Thank you Angel. So that's what you were worried about? That I'd feel hurt by the words of your friends?" He asked, glancing your way for a split second before looking forward again. He wished he could look both ways at the same time; the short image he'd gotten of your form so shy and adorable sitting right next to him looking like a scene out of a movie he'd never stop watching. You nodded again, and he parked in front of your apartment complex, grinning your way as he turned off the engine. "You're so sweet, angel." He said, while you whined, opening the door to escape his laughter-

While failing to wipe your own smile off of your lips, uncaring on how his car had smelled a bit weird.

You were still so oblivious to everything around you.

When he'd left after your last dinner together, you'd again refused to let him drive you to work. You had a split shift during the week, working in the mornings for a few hours before continuing your shift later that evening. It made him feel uneasy knowing that you had to get out of the house so early, and coming home so late at night- yet you still trusted your own driving skills enough to not let him help you with these things. He knew this was okay, but it didn't make the fact less frustrating for him.

He needed to keep your trust. He needed you to be scared of things. He needed to keep you needing him.

The only way to do that would be to show you what could happen when you didn't trust his judgement enough. He knew that you were just so fast at giving away important things such as trust to others; even to yourself. Yet Jungkook knew that he knew better- he knew best what was the best for you.

Even better than yourself.

He knew it would hurt, but you would understand. In the end, he was only showing you what would happen if you didn’t listen, if you didn’t trust him, didn’t do what he said- he needed you to feel your mistake, needed you to get scarred so you would always remember to stay at his side loyal like a dog, never to leave his sight ever again. He thought about this dream like vision, your hand in his, desperately seeking his attention, as his oil stained hands cut through the proper cables underneath your admittedly old car.

He never liked you driving by yourself anyways.

You were still so innocent, so stupidly oblivious to the dirt underneath everyone’s fingernails around you that it made his blood boil. But that was okay. Angels were naive creatures, he knew that. He would teach you how disgusting the world was to untainted beings like you, and afterwards he would keep you safe, keep your hand in his at all times, so no one could ever touch you again and blemish your skin. No one but him was allowed to corrupt you, to feel you, to have you lay in his arms as he filled you up and became one with your physical form at night.

And also;

Who said that you would ever find out that he was at fault?

"The breaks aren't working Jungkook, what am I supposed to do?!" You sobbed through the speaker of his phone, the one which he held calmly in his hand, his own vehicle parked at the sidelines of a road a bit further down your typical route, waiting. "I can't slow down- I'm so scared Jungkook what should I do-!" You whimpered again, and he closed his eyes for a moment, praying to the heavens above that they would forgive him for hurting one of their most precious fallen doves. But it was for the greater good- they'd understand, he was sure of it.

"Don't worry angel, you're gonna be okay-!" He said acting as if he was hurrying as well, even though he was still sitting peacefully inside his car, watching as the sun slowly turned the skies into twilight shades. Quite beautiful, really. "Can you slow down, somehow?!" He said, his voice cracking a bit as he got into his role, your voice telling him that you couldn't- the only way would be to drive into the woods and maybe try and crash the car. "Angel no, there's gotta be another way-" He sobbed, as he suddenly heard the line go silent.

He sniffled a bit, drying his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater, before he turned on his car, his phone showing the location of yours just a few meters away from him.

And there you were.

You car was a wreck, yet it seemed like it took most of the blow- you had actually taken the wood-option, using the bushes, foliage and brushwood as a form of emergency break before hitting a tree, which had split a bit from the impact, mushing your car against it like a piece of gum onto the underside of a shoe.

He carefully got out of his car, walking up to the drivers side, opening the door with a bit of difficulty- but he'd always loved working out, so in the end, his strength succeeded in opening the bent metal. He immediately caught your falling body, his heart breaking at the small cut over your eye, marks on your bare shoulder from where the seatbelt had pulled on your skin too roughly. Your arm looked like it was swollen, your leg bent in a direction it naturally wasn't supposed to as he pulled you out of the wreck, laying you down onto his lap as he sat down on the grassy ground, softly brushing the hairs away that had formed groups of single hairs stuck together by the blood that was already clogging and turning a bit darker. Oh how his soul hurt seeing you like this.

But this had needed to happen.

And as he called the ambulance with his phone, careful to sound as desperate as possible over the line, he failed to notice how your eyes weren't fully closed.

You were still conscious.

#bts #bts imagine #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts smut #jungkook #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts reactions #bts yandere #bts yandere au #yandere jeon jungkook #yandere jungkook #yandere bts

[descendantofthesparrow]

Regained Passion - Harry Hook x Reader - Part 3 - Bonding

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Welp…there he was…in an intermediate dance class, thankfully Bert taught the class (he actually taught a good handful, he was just the main beginner class teacher) so Harry wouldn’t be thrown into a whole new class with no familiar faces. Harry held down a smile as he remembered the jealous faces of his ex-dance classmates as Bert told him about his ‘level up’ the day before. He had only been at the studio for a month before he was leveled up, his schedule had changed a bit as well, before he was only going to the studio three days a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Now he would be going Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday. His hour-long classes turning to two as Bert led Harry’s fellow dancers through new and much more complicated steps.

The only good thing that had come out of this was that his classes now ended at the same time as (y/n)’s, and now he would be able to go across the hall to pick her up instead of going from the back of the school to the front as he did when he was still in beginner.

Harry sat on the floor as he slid on his ballet shoes, strapping them to his feet and tossing his bag against the wall, standing with a sigh and walking over to where Bert was talking to the dancers.

“Any of ya hear of the ol’ bamboo?” Bert asked, taking a step back and grabbing a long stick, twirling it in his hands. The whole class shook their heads, well minus Harry, who just rose his brow. “well, this is what ya gonna be learning for the end of spring performance next year, the beginners are doin’ Step in time, ya will be doing ol’ bamboo, and the expert class is doing ballet, with miss charming as their star” Harry perked up at that, so that was the performance Esmerelda was talking to (y/n) about huh?

“So!” Bert clapped his hands, grinning at his students “let's start with the lyrics, shall we?! It is a musical performance after all”

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By the end of the two hours, Harry was kinda exhausted, less exhausted than the rest of his classmate's thanks to his isle-bred stamina but still…very tired and very sweaty. Harry wiped down his face and neck with a cool towel and changed out his shoes.

“Hi~” Harry looked up, unable to keep the smile off his face as (y/n) looked down at him, hanging her head upside down while doing so “How was class?”

“Like usual” Harry simply replied, looking back at his shoes “Wha’ are yeh doin’ here? I thought yer class ended a bit after mine?” (y/n) just hummed, grabbing Harry’s bag and holding it open for Harry to toss his dance shoes in, then handing it to him as he stood.

“Ended early, Esméralda had an appointment…do you want to go get ice cream?” Harry rose his brow as he looked to (y/n), who gave an unsure smile.

“Ice cream?” Harry hummed, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he looked to the ceiling “Do I-Harry Hook-want ice cream?” (y/n) rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder gently. “Ice cream sounds good” Harry chuckled, patting (y/n)’s head and offering his arm again, once again ignoring the spark running through his skin as (y/n) hands wrapped around his arm.

“Yay! There's this new place I've been wanting to try! But no one will go with me! I'll drive us there!” Harry smiled at (y/n)’s rambling, leading her to pull him along to the parking lot where her car was.

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“No-no no no no, the egg travels back in time and it creates a new timeline, and then later it's revealed that there's another egg that was corrupted that ALSO traveled back in time, but that one’s helping the yiga clan.” Harry licked his lips free of his chocolate ice cream, narrowing his eyes as (y/n) finished her mini-rant about one of her favorite games lore.

“So,” Harry started, setting down his spoon and tilting his head “the egg? Is-a time-traveling mini guardian?? And-the princess, Link or whatever-“ (y/n) looked at him with puffed cheeks.

“Zelda! Link is the knight! Zelda is the princess!” Harry made a face.

“But if the stories mostly follow Link, why is it called Legend of Zelda!?” Harry gave a smug smirk as (y/n) huffed and wiped the corner of her lips free of her ice cream.

“Becauseeeee oh! I remember! Well don’t quote me on it, but the first game was originally going to be about Zelda exclusively, then they made Link and they found the new story worked better, they just kept the original title.” Harry hid his smile behind another mouthful of ice cream, (y/n) was pretty cute when she went on her video game rants, Legend of Zelda being one of her favorites. “Okay, at some point you have to play one of the games, especially breath of the wild, you can barrow my switch” Harry chuckled, setting down his now empty cup of ice cream.

“Alright then” Harry started, grabbing a napkin and wiping his mouth “sounds fun?” (y/n) beamed in excitement, dancing in her seat a bit.

“Yes!...I can’t wait to see your ass kicked by a lynel” (y/n) cackled, laughing louder as Harry gave her an odd look.

“From how yer laughing, that tells me it's not a fun thing ta fight?” Harry guessed, smiling as (y/n) nodded through her laughter.

“Lynels are harder to beat than the final boss, which is bullshit but I digress” Harry turned to see Audrey, who was smiling at (y/n)s giggling self “side note; it’s a little odd to see you two hanging out” she waved off Harry’s slightly offended look “not in a mean way, more; you're both from a different crowd and Chad likes to say shit about you to (y/n)…though she” she gestured to (y/n) who was coming down from her giggle fit. “doesn’t like listening to Chad, so I should have expected this.”

“Damn right, hell will freeze over before I actually listen to his dumbass” (y/n) chuckled, finishing off her ice cream and looking up at Audrey, who was picking up her shopping bags again and going to leave “What are you doing here by the way?”

“Oh just some shopping, trying out a new style and all that, good day you two!” Audrey sauntered off, leaving (y/n) and Harry alone once more.

Harry looked back at (y/n) at the same time she did, they both smiled and (y/n) nodded back towards the parking lot of the mall they were at “Wanna get started on breath of the wild?”

Harry smiled, turning to toss his empty ice cream cup in the trash can behind him “Sounds fun”

-

“No! Dodge to the side! YES! Okay, mash the Y button!” Gil and Uma stepped into (y/n)s dorm room, having been looking for Harry for the past two hours after he didn’t return from dance class, and Gil had suggested looking for Harry in (y/n)s room.

Uma had thought it was a stupid idea but humored Gil, only to be surprised to see Harry and (y/n) in bean bags as Harry button mashed the controller he held in his hand, sticking his tongue out slightly in concentration. “Uhhhh Harry?” Uma called out, leaning back a bit as Harry shushed her.

“I’m fighting a lynel and am about to die I need silence!” Harry yelled, leaning forward into his controller, tossing his hands up in shock as the red-maned lynel finally died “FUCKING FINALLY!” (y/n) cheered along with Harry, laughing as he pulled her into his side.

Uma and Gil gave each other a look, Uma smirking before walking towards the two and pulling Harry up to his feet “Awesome, you beat a video game mini-boss, I've been looking for you for two hours” Harry seemed to come down from his victory high and gave a sheepish smile.

“Oh uh…sorry?” Uma hummed and nodded, grabbing his arm and waving to (y/n).

“Say bye to (y/n) Harry” Harry waved (y/n) goodbye as she giggled and saved Harry's game, switching the profile to her game.

“Bye (y/n)” (y/n) beamed at him, waving at him as he was pulled backward by Uma towards the door.

“Bye Harry!”

Uma pulled Harry out of the room, rolling her eyes a bit as Harry continued to wave until he was out of (y/n)s sight. Gil followed them out and closed the door behind him. “You are so smitten” Gil laughed, very much enjoying the way Harry’s face lit up.

“No-no I’m nae” Harry stuttered, pulling out of Uma’s grasp and stomping ahead of them “Yer out a yer mind Gil” Uma and Gil shared another look.

“He’ll realize it at some point, I give it another month or two” Uma mumbled, smirking as Gil patted his pocket where his wallet was.

“Three, twenty bucks” Uma nodded and the two shook hands to seal their bet, jogging forward to catch up with their flustered friend.

-

Jane sat against the wall of mirrors, watching you move about the almost empty room as you practiced your part from the duet Esméralda had assigned you. Jane wasn’t all that knowledgeable in the world of dance but it wasn’t hard to see you were struggling, not in the way of movement but in the way of conveying emotion in your dance.

It almost seemed….stale, if anything, the dance was supposed to convey two people falling in love, but Jane; as far as she knew, knew you had never fallen in love so it would be hard to convey that exact emotion. You had really only known platonic and familial love.

You stopped, collapsing to your knees as you heaved for breath, sweat dripping off your brow. Jane furrowed her brows in concern and stood, grabbing your water bottle and walking over to you, she kneeled beside you and handed you the bottle, staring at you as you greedily downed the water. “Are you okay?” Jane asked, mentally wincing as it was obvious that you weren’t.

You gasped as you finally took the bottle away from your lips, shaking your head “I just-I just can't seem to get this right, Esméralda says if I can't find the emotions I need to convey in this duet then she’ll replace me and-and”  you sighed, letting your head fall between your shoulders. “I can't let them down” Jane furrowed her brows.

“Let who down?” Jane asked, unsure of who you were talking about, as far as she knew your parents didn’t really pressure you about your dancing, they were wholly supportive and understanding through every bit of your journey through dance.

“…I don’t know” you whispered, curling up and resting your chin on your knees. “My parents? Me? Grandpa? Esméralda? I’m not sure…but I feel like if I don’t get this right, I’ll be letting someone down” Jane rubbed your back, unsure of how to comfort you. You stood after a few moments and walked over to the stereo. “One last time, okay? Then I’ll be done for the day”

“Okay,” Jane mumbled, going to sit back down against the wall, starting up the camera on your phone to record you one last time at your request so you could see any mistakes you made.

You stood in the middle of the room, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath as the music began.

And you danced.

-end of part 3-

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