#i came up with the idea for the tune by just trying to spell out words with chords

[yndrgrl]

yandere! bakugou uses you to get to someone else, but ends up falling for you instead

long ass fic. fem! reader. regular! au. enemies to lovers. lowkey crack! fic. tsundere! bakugou.

warnings: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, manipulation, somnaphilia (idk how to spell it), degrading, bullying, spitting, public sex, hatefuck

a/n: requests are open :) (plz request something, idk what else to write about 😭)

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"no." that's all you said. so flat, so robotic. that's all you wanted to say.

bakugou was a pushy man, however. "it wasn't a question."

"oh for real?" you gasped, putting both hands to your cheeks to show your faux shock. "no."

"listen, you're gonna help me win over uraraka-"

"no, i'm not, bakugou," you denied once more. you don't even know why he came to you in the first place. it was clear as day that uraraka had a major crush on izuku, & izuku liked uraraka just as much.

honestly, what surprised you the most is that bakugou even had a crush. i guess it makes sense that it would be on uraraka though.

"yes, you are because i have something over you," bakugou threatened lowly.

you scoffed, "oh, do you now?" there wasn't really much he could have over you that would make you help him-

he slammed a journal on the desk, a slam echoing throughout the library. it was your personal diary.

you lunged for your journal, but he snatched it & threw it into his bag. you screamed at him, "how'd you get that, you sicko?!" the only way he would've gotten that was by breaking into your dorm room.

"are you going to help me or not?"

yes, you could've bought a nicer, leather journal with handcrafted pieces of paper, glued recent pictures of your life & decorated the pages with washi tape, stickers, & colored markers, but you didn't want to start over yet. your journal is a year & a half old, every page nearly filled; it's a deep dive into your mind. every overwhelming event in your life, every good memory, every goal you strive to achieve is written down in that book. bakugou katsuki had that all in his possession.

that's why, two days after you found out what he has, you're sitting with your usual study group in your designated, outdoor study area-- plus bakugou. your bluetooth speaker played a playlist shared throughout the group. you sat on the edge with uraraka beside you & bakugou across from you.

"y/n," someone said, catching your attention; it was uraraka. "i didn't know you & bakugou were friends."

you wanted to laugh. you quickly told her, "we're not-"

"we're good friends," katsuki overlapped with his lie. his scowl upturned into the smallest smile when uraraka glanced up at him.

"oh wow, i had no idea! the two of you are so hard-headed, i wouldn't have expected the two of you to get along so great," she said back with a giggle. you loved uraraka, but she's too friendly sometimes.

bakugou, trying to play into the cool-bad-boy character, said, "yeah, well she makes it hard sometimes, but it helps when she has cute friends, i guess."

never in your life did you think you would hear big, tough bakugou flirt in your life.

they continued their conversation that you tuned out, rereading your notes & constructing plans on how to get your journal so you could expose him. everyone was invested in their own stuff. obviously, bakugou & uraraka were talking amongst themselves. momo was explaining to jirou & mina some math topic that they were sobbing about. tsu was on her laptop as she tried finishing a power point that was due the next day.

your chin was propped up by your hand, humming the song that started playing. "um, excuse me," a masculine voice called out. it caught the attention everyone at the table. you heard bakugou scoff, & you could only assume he rolled his eyes.

you looked up at the source of the voice. he was right in front of you, face red, cheeky smile. he was cute in the way that a puppy eager for a treat was. "you're y/n, right?"

"yeah, i am," you confirmed, matching his grin.

he introduced himself by saying his name & told you that he was in the hero-support program. he then said, "i just wanted to say that you're just really pretty."

compliments were one thing. compliments from complete strangers always messed you up though. "oh, th-thanks." you're so awkward.

"so like, maybe i could get your number, & we could go on a date or two?"

you glanced back at all your friends, who all had big smiles as a way of non-verbally saying, "get your manz, bitch!!"

bakugou on the other hand, had an expression of confusion & anger-- the anger was permanent though.

"i mean, i don't give out my phone number, but maybe we can snap or something?"

the guy nodded with enthusiasm, pulling out his phone to give you his username. "cool, well sorry for wasting your guys' time," the boy said to you friends before turning to you & saying, "i'll hit you up later?"

"can't wait," you replied back.

as soon as he was out of earshot, mina squealed, "oh my god! you're such a flirt!"

jirou teased, "you're so awkward, it's literally so funny."

"you're my pretty best friend," tsu croaked with a laugh.

"guys, nothing is gonna happen," you said with a blush. "i'm just gonna be his friend."

"how does it feel to be hit on for the first time, loser?" bakugou yawned, as if he's been hit on ten million times by fan girls & milfs or something.

mina retaliated, "what are you talking about? y/n gets hit on all the time!"

uraraka jumped in, "yeah, what's was that? guy number five?"

"y/n?" bakugou questioned, & all your friends nodded. "that thing? doubt it."

"what's there to doubt? you just saw it," you growled at him, he annoyed you so badly.

after that study session, he got uraraka's number like he hoped for, but he was more curious about you. he never realized until that day how often you do actually get men's attention. bakugou always assumed you were some bookworm, writer nerd who leeched off of his darling, uraraka for popularity & personality.

"i don't get it," bakugou muttered, staring at your figure across the cafeteria. he was surrounded by his friends, who all followed his gaze.

kirishima groaned, "dude, just ask uraraka out already." it was routine that bakugou would say something about how shitty nerd, deku, isn't good enough for her affections or how he would be a better match for her.

"no, it's not that," bakugou corrected, glare not breaking off of you. this caught kirishima, denki, sero, & mina -who sometimes sat with you as well- off guard.

"what are you talking about, bro," denki asked.

"i don't get it. she's not even that cute," bakugou scoffed, slouching back into the bench. his eyes finally tore away from you & awase from class 1-b.

"who?"

"y/n, i think," mina assumed, & when bakugou didn't deny it, they all knew she was right. "why does it even bother you?"

"it doesn't," he said, glancing back at you. awase left you, & in his place was the floating, fighting machine uraraka. he didn't feel the need to say anything about her though, but he felt like he had to. "she's weird, uraraka shouldn't even be friends with her."

"there it is," sero sighed, making all the others laugh.

"shut up," bakugou scowled at them. everyone was used to it, so they weren't that threatened.

"but seriously, bakubro, don't hate on y/n just cuz she's best friends with uraraka, & you're jealous," kirishima told him. he always did this to the blonde. he wasn't scared to tell him off.

bakugou, infuriated, yelled, "i'm not jealous of her, okay? it's just stupid how she has everyone wrapped around her finger, so don't be some dumb, y/n defenders. hop off her fuckin' dick."

"i'm just saying, man. she's super cool, has a useful quirk, & is an awesome fighter," kirishima said, holding his hands as a way to show he was backing down.

"if i were you, bakugou, i would be trying to be her friend," mina said.

mina's words played on repeat in bakugou's head for a week. it was driving him crazy. even though that bridge of being friends was already burned & he kept telling himself he doesn't care, he can't help but want to be closer to you.

he said it was all for uraraka in the end. after all, when they were texting the other day, she said that she would want a future partner to get along with her friends or else it'll be a deal breaker.

bakugou deduced that if he was on favorable terms with you that uraraka would fall for him-- & maybe you too. he felt himself physically jolt when he thought that. why in fucks name would he want you to fall for him? he thought for a second. it's not like he wants to be with you or anything, but he doesn't want you with anyone else.

he somehow found himself in front of your dorm door past curfew. bakugou, at this time, was usually asleep, dreaming about a life where him & uraraka lived happily ever after. however, tonight was different. he didn't feel like thinking about the short-haired brunette.

he doesn't even know why he's outside your door.

in his head, he rationalized that he just loves uraraka so much that he'd give up sleep to become your friend. it was such an urgent situation that he didn't even bother putting on shirt.

he fished in his sweatpants' pocket for a lock pick, the same one he used to break into your dorm the first time to steal your journal. bakugou jammed it into the lock, opening the door with ease. he shut the door carefully before stalking further into your room.

there you were on your bed. swaddled in your fluffy duvet, cuddling a stuffed animal. you must've felt his presence because your sleeping self started shifting & ended up kicking off your blanket. you ended up on your stomach, one leg crunched towards your side while the bottom leg laid straight. you faced away from bakugou.

his breath hitched, something inside him twitched. bakugou couldn't help but stare. he had to admit that you had the body of his dream girl. wait no, his dream girl was uraraka-

he cut his own thoughts off when he saw how your ass looked in that position. the blue hue from the moonlight flowed into the room because, for some reason, you felt no need to close your curtains. he could make the shape of you so clearly. he reached for you.

he told himself that he wouldn't be cheating on his soon-to-be lover. it's just a touch, a friendly touch that friends share with each other.

his fingertips ghosted over your exposed thighs. you were wearing nothing but thong & an oversized band tee. the gentle touches turned into full-palm caresses. her skin is so smooth, bakugou thought. he loomed closer to you, inhaling deeply. she smells so nice.

he climbed over you with the agility of a shadow. the bed didn't even creak. he kneeled over legs, & his hands found your plush ass. he kneaded your bare butt, shifting you so you were fully on your stomach. you remained unmoving; you usually take melatonin gummies right before bed anyways.

bakugou kept groping your ass while his cock hardened into its full length. his hands wandered, thumbs grazing over your entrance. he grasped you, & he spread your ass cheeks apart. you must be dreaming about something dirty because your thong was soaked.

bakugou readjusted himself so he was on level with your ass. "this is just what friends do," he hazily whispered to himself. "friends help friends get better."

he blew on the wet patch, watching your pussy twitch through your panties. bakugou waited for a second, trying to grasp at any sort of self-control but, when you subconsciously propped your ass higher for him, he couldn't help it. he mentally apologized to uraraka before he dove into your ass.

his tongue licked your clothed slit, & he felt how thin your thong truly was. he only got an inkling of what you tasted like, & he craved more. bakugou lapped you juices through your panties, dampening the light grey cloth into a darker shade. his jaw hinged open to allow his tongue to delve further down.

he found your clit through your thong. he pressed his tongue against you, & sleeping, unsuspecting you let out a moan. "oh fuck," bakugou whispered in response, diving back into your pussy.

he pulled your thong up. it rode higher in your ass, then the part the was covering your pussy disappeared between your lips.

he started eating you out again, groaning in pleasure when he finally got to touch your bare skin. he slurped your juices over & over.

bakugou didn't realize that he pulled his sweatpants & boxers down to his knees. he pulled away from your pussy, a string of your juices & his saliva connecting him to you.

on his knees, he positioned his big cock between your ass. a moment of clarity hit him, it wasn't right, he knew that deep down. you really didn't do anything to him.

your phone next to your pillow buzzed. he grabbed it, his hung cock still pressed against you. it was a message from uraraka that read, "wait what did you wanna tell me about bakugou earlier? you looked so concerned haha."

you were trying to tell him? what a fucking bitch, bakugou thought with pure hatred. you were trying to sabotage him with your words, your pretty little mouth, with your dumb, stupid body.

his rationality was once again thrown out of the door. uraraka would want me to show y/n her place, he thought. he climbed off of you. he had to show you what your mouth was meant for. your mouth wasn't meant for snitching, it was meant for sucking cock-- his cock.

bakugou turned your head & pulled it at the edge of the bed. thankfully, it's like your body already knew what was gonna happen, your mouth was already agape. he pushed his tip past your lips. your tongue lazily stroked against his length. he moved his dick in & out of your throat, & yet somehow you still remained motionless.

his control turned into animalistic thrusts, gagging you over & over, & you still stayed asleep. "fuckin' stupid bitch," he groaned, throwing his head back. your throat expanded with each thrust to accommodate his thickness & length.

spit & his precum spilled out of your mouth & onto your silk pillowcase. because you were sideways, his heavy balls slapped against your face, nose shoved into his pubes. you gargled & gagged in your sleep, but you still handled him so well.

his passionate angry finally swelled up & shot down your throat. even though he was cumming, he kept half-assed thrusting in your throat, coating every inch with white. all for uraraka, remember? because bakugou completely forgot what drove him to do what he just did.

the next day, as you entered the classroom, he heard you tell to uraraka about how the melatonin gummies really worked. "yeah, i was completely knocked out! i drooled so much, my pillow was drenched. it was disgusting."

"really? i know that they're good, but i never drooled that much. maybe you really needed that sleep."

as they passed bakugou's seat, uraraka waved at him with pink cheeks. "hey, bakugou."

"uraraka," he said back to her. he watched your smile drop into a frown, your eyes rolling. he was winning over uraraka, he knew that, but he didn't feel satisfied. he yearned the banter between the two of you more than uraraka's affections. "what was that, idiot?"

uraraka was shocked at first, thinking he was talking to her until she heard you shoot back, "shouldn't you be watching ochaco instead of me?" if he didn't know any better, it sounded like you were jealous.

"y/n, let's calm down," uraraka sheepishly suggested, but it only angered you more. why was she on that weirdo's side? why wasn't she on your side? even after you told her what he did to you, she didn't even care; in fact, she seemed flattered.

"yeah, calm down," bakugou chimed in with that disgusting, cocky smile, "go in the back & drool all over your desk."

"eavesdropping now? you really are obsessed," you huffed, marching towards your desk that was, in fact, in the back of the classroom. you thought uraraka was right behind you, but by the time you turned around to sit in your chair, you noticed her take a seat next to bakugou.

the bell rang, & in rolled your sleepy teacher, mr. aizawa. he called roll, held an hour long lecture while you took notes, then assigned a 4-page essay with three sites sources. after he was done, he questioned, "now that we're done with that, what is happening today?"

iida's hand shot up along with his entire body.

"go ahead, iida."

"the 1a students from ketsubutsu academy are training with us today." oh right, you completely forgot about that. you were not in the mood to socialize with those uptight, cocky rich kids today. even though you took the melatonin gummies the night before to ensure a goods night sleep, you got everything but that. you felt like you were melting all night, & now you just felt restless.

"good, iida is correct," mr. aizawa confirmed. "they're already waiting in training facility a, so get dressed & be there in 10 minutes."

"yes sir!" & they all scurried out of the classroom.

your entire class entered the facility in their hero costumes. like mr. aizawa said, the visiting students were already there, stretching & warming up. mr. aizawa, once he noticed his entire class, announced that on the white board was everyone's names & assigned training group for the day.

everyone, including the other class, crowded around the board to find their names. "y/n!" your best friend, who you were extremely pissed off at, cheered. "we're all in the same group!" we... all?

you look at uraraka to see who she was referring to. "it's just my luck," you groaned, of course it was bakugou. "i just had to be put in a group with you!" you wanted to shout at everyone. you wanted to shout at uraraka for being swooned by a creep, you wanted to yell at mr. aizawa for putting you in a group with bakugou, & you wanted to scream, jump, yell, & hit bakugou over the head with a bat just for being the aggravating, prideful bastard he is.

"we just had to have a weak fuckin' nerd in your group?" he said to uraraka, but glanced to his side to meet your eye. your fuming expression really got him going. "there's no one more annoying than you-"

"are you y/n?" someone questioned. that just be the last person in your group.

you looked up at him, & with a half-hearted smile, you said, "i am."

"nice, i'm in your group," he told you, "i'm yo shindo. & i must admit, i was not excited for this whole group training thing until i saw a pretty girl like you was in my group."

oh, so he was a flirt? honestly, you didn't mind at all; you needed something to distract you & what's a better distraction than a buff playboy?

"honestly me too, but i think it'll be fun with you," you said back, but you overthought what you said. was it cringy?

bakugou was watching the whole exchange, brows furrowed, vein popping through his skin on his forehead. uraraka noticed, & because with the new-found knowledge that bakugou really liked her, she stroked his arm & asked, "are you okay?"

he looked at her with the same look of anger, now mixed with discomfort, & shrugged her off. "yeah, i'm fine."

he turned his attention back to you & shindo. bakugou's hands sparked ever so suddenly when he took in the scene in front of him. you were eating up all of shindo's praises & brags. your hands tried to squeeze around his biceps but you just couldn't connect your hands. "wow, your muscles are so big~ you must be strong."

"of course i am, i gotta be so i can impress pretty girls like you after all," he winked at you. for a moment, you glanced at bakugou, feeling his harsh glare, & he looked like he was about to explode. you didn't know why though, doesn't he have what he wanted already? he has uraraka right there, & yet he's still mad at you. he still owes you your journal too, so the two of you were not on good terms.

"sorry, i didn't mean to get carried away," you told shindo, pulling your hands away.

as the two of you walked towards uraraka & bakugou, shindo said, "i don't mind, you can touch me wherever, whenever."

you couldn't help but laugh out loud. "god, you're such a flirt!"

"you seem to love it though-"

"y/n, would you stop being a hoe for one second & train like you're supposed to?" bakugou said to you, hands stuffed inside his pockets, looking so nonchalant. you blinked a moment, & you waited for uraraka to say something or to rush by your side. she didn't do any of that

all she said was, with a giggle & eyes staring at bakugou, "that was mean." yeah, it was. it really was. the tips of your ears burned in humiliation, your palms became sweaty, & your breathing was uneven. after uraraka was done ogling bakugou, she looked at you, & her eyes widened. never in her entire childhood friendship did she see that expression on your face.

"dude, i don't know who think you are, but don't talk to her like that," shindo said, stepping forward & slightly in front of you. your tense shoulders relaxed just a bit-- someone is in your corner.

the amused bakugou turned pissed off when your new, little boy-toy went to your rescue, even though he knew you didn't need rescuing. "h-hey, let's save it for training, yeah-"

"i'll talk to y/n however i want, damn weak fuck," bakugou replied, copying his movements & stepping forward. "you're just like her: fucks anything that moves, huh?"

"bakugou-"

"that's it!" you shouted as you shoved bakugou away from shindo. the three of them -bakugou, uraraka, & shindo- were shocked to say the least. he pushed you too far all for entertainment & some obsession. "you're such a goddamn coward, you know that? all you are is a bully who's play-pretending to be a hero! you're such a control freak that, even after you stole my best friend, you still need to have something over me, so you won't give me back my stupid journal. & worst of all, you just stare & glare & act like i'm scum when you're the actual piece of shit! & you're not even ashamed! you want everyone to know! i hate you so much!"

after your tangent/rant, you walked away, quirk firing left & right. you didn't need to hear whatever bakugou was going to say next, it was probably be something so degrading that winds up in her next journal entry.

the three of the gawked at you, watching you walk straight to the state-of-the-art punching bags. uraraka was the first to speak. "i'll talk to her. i've never seen her that... mad. it was like she was a whole new person-"

"you guys are terrible classmates. there was no reason to say any of that. i'll go talk with her," shindo cut uraraka off. before either of them could do anything, bakugou was already strutting towards you, gauntlets sparking.

"who does she think she is?" they heard him utter. they were out of earshot, however, when he said, "making me fuckin' hard then walking away. damn tease."

he caught up to you in no time. you were almost to the punching bags when he grabbed your wrist, his hand was warm & a stinging sensation engulfed your wrist.

uraraka & shindo watched as the two of you screamed at each other, you shoving him, him glaring at you, you throwing a piece of your costume at him. honestly, it would've been comedic if it wasn't for bakugou pressing your buttons.

"what are they? toxic exes or something?" shindo questioned as they began to walk towards the fighting two.

"oh, no, not at all! i would've known," uraraka told him, "they're just... um... friends i think. maybe enemies."

"i can tell that much."

when the actual training began, you & bakugou tried to separate from each other. you were paired with shindo & him with uraraka. but, because of the conditioning & the way today's training was set up, it was inevitable that you two would interact again.

like at lunch, the two of you sat across each other at a table, eating your lunches. you didn't bother speaking, you didn't even want to see bakugou ever again, after all.

or at the water fountain, when he said, "hurry up." & so you took longer, even though you weren't thirsty anymore.

or when you had to rotate partners & bakugou was your only option. the two of you, against the rules, threw quirk-backed attacks each other.

& that's how you two ended up being excused early. while everyone else was getting better, you were locked out & forced to change back into your school uniform, & the only person with you was bakugou.

when you left the changing room, he was leaning against the wall-- almost like he was waiting for you. "you done being mad at me?"

"no, i'm not, & i'll never stop being mad at you," you said, walking right past him. he followed close behind you.

"listen, i didn't mean to embarrass you. i didn't know you'd get so pissy."

"what did you think was gonna happen?!"

"i don't know, okay?" the two of you were yelling at this point.

"you have ochaco, can you please just give me my journal & leave me alone? you two can be happy far, far away from me," you said, cursing yourself for choking up. you mentally prepared for the teasing & "witty" comebacks bakugou had in store.

instead, he asks, "are you jealous?"

"what?"

"are you jealous?"

you scoffed, opening the door to the dorm building. "don't flatter yourself, big guy."

"i'm being serious," he said to you as he leaned on the counter. you were so hungry that you didn't really care bakugou was watching you cook. "because i was."

"what are you getting at, bakugou?" you asked, putting a pot of water on the stove, bringing it to a boil.

"i was so jealous today," he said.

"of what?"

"of damn shindo kid," he responded back. your angered expression contorted into a puzzled one as you looked up at him. when you didn't reply, he continued, "if i knew stupid one liners got your attention, i would've been doing that sooner."

you couldn't believe what you were hearing. the guy who's been making the past few months hell was confessing something you never expected. "what about ochaco, hm? i thought you needed her to breath or something."

"yeah, i guess i liked her at first, & that's why i needed your help," he admitted. he then fished a journal, your journal, out of his bag & stood up. he walked towards you, hand outstretched with your beloved diary in his grasp. you reached out for it when he lifted it above your head with a taunting smirk. "but then i realized that i wanted you this entire time."

--nsfw starts here--

"you're just saying stupid things to get a rise out of me, bakugou," you rolled your eyes at him. you placed a hand on his chest as you jumped for your journal, fingers touching it ever so lightly. it was just out of reach.

you thought you had it, he brought the notebook down. however, you didn't have it. he threw it on the counter behind you, & the hand the was holding it snakes around your waist. his other hand grabbed your face, stroking your cheek as he kissed you.

you don't know why, but you found your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. without breaking your lips apart, he pushed you against the counter, pinning you between his two arms now. his tongue, the tongue that craved you since that unknown night, licked your lips before fighting yours for dominance. his thigh was between your legs. he pressed your core against him, & you moaned.

bakugou shut off the burner during your kiss. he was expecting the two of you to escape into his room, but when you threw off his tie & unbuttoned his shirt eagerly, he knew he needed you right then & there.

the two of you broke your kiss, & he placed his head in the crook of your neck. "you get off on making me jealous, don't you? that's why you were flirting with stupid shindo?"

"wh-whatever, you jerk. you act like you weren't basically grinding on ochaco in front of me all the time?"

bakugou laughed into the nape of your neck. "grinding? all we did was talk."

"same fuckin' thing," you growled in frustration.

"i didn't know you were so jealous of her."

"oh, fuck off, asshole," you said. you were quickly shut up by him biting your sensitive spots all over your neck, sucking & licking to create hickeys.

he took off your tie & ripped open your shirt. he unhooked your bra, throwing it god knows where. "take this fuckin' thing off," he uttered, helping you out of your torn clothes.

"h-hey!"

"shut up, & take it. i'll buy you a new one," he said before fondling your breasts. you bit your lip as your grinded against his meaty thigh. your wetness, even though you had panties on, began staining his slacks.

"bakugou~" you whispered, voice shaking.

"it's katsuki tonight, dummy," he told you, turning you around & bending you over the counter. you brushed your journal out of the way as you pressed you tits onto the cold, granite countertop.

with three fingers, he pinched your pussy through your panties so his middle one snuck in between your lips. "stop being a tease & fuck me already." if only you knew.

"be patient, woman," scowled katsuki, smacking your ass. he set of small sparks when he hit your cheek. "you can't take this cock yet. i'm doing you a goddamn favor."

you doubted him, you really did. he was so cocky & arrogant, how could you not? "i can take your tiny dick any day, don't underestimate me."

katsuki let out a hearty, sarcastic laugh. "you really think so, dumb bitch?" he unclicked his belt, dropping his pants & boxers around his ankles. he started to grind against your ass, & you swore up & down it felt like deja vu.

you gasped as you felt his length between your ass. you've had dreams about cocks that big, sure, but you didn't know they actually existed. "wh-what the fuck?"

"what? still think you take me? still think i'm tiny, sweetheart?" katsuki taunted as he took off your panties. he pressed your thighs around his cock, the base of it stimulating your swollen clit. he thrusted gently; it was so against his brash, aggressive character.

you were not one to back down, so at least you stayed true to your character. "yeah, i can take your skinny ass dick-" you were cut off by katsuki spreading your ass & shoving his girthy length into your throbbing heat. you screamed, tongue hanging out of your mouth as you tried to adjust to him.

he wouldn't let you though. katsuki, once inside your tight pussy, started pounding you. he shoved his cock head into your g-spot over & over, making you quiver & pulsate around him. "sl-sl-slow d-down!" you begged between thrusts. in response, he pulled your head back with your hair. you arched uncomfortably; your pelvis was still against the edge of the counter, but your head was pulled so far back that you could see katsuki's face.

"you think you're all that? you think you can just flirt with all these other guys in front of me? you fuckin' slut," he spat into your mouth, not that it mattered since it mixed with your drool & fell out of your mouth & onto your cold body. "i own you now. i own this mouth, i own this pussy, i own this ass, i own you."

"f-f-"

"c'mon, pathetic whore. say it."

"fuck y-you, katsuki." oh, you were a brat through & through clearly.

katsuki has had enough of your retaliation. you were supposed to be a brainless bimbo begging for more, yet here you were, surprising him again. any bit of consciousness you had, he was going to fuck out if you.

he, without pulling out, let go of your hair & made you stand up. he grabbed both your legs & hoisted you into this air. his hands found their way behind your head, & you couldn't move. you were nothing more than a cum dumpster to him now. "you know, if anyone walks through that door, they're gonna see you folded in half, tears streaming down your face with my cock balls deep in your dripping pussy, & they'd realize how much of a slut you are, & they'd know that you're all mine."

you didn't mean to, but your pussy clenched around his cock tighter as more of your juices squirted onto the linoleum floor. "oh, you like that, princess?"

you moaned in response, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he praised you. "aw, how pathetic. you must love when i call you cute nicknames & tell you how good you're doing." with whatever head movement you had, you nodded.

"that's a shame because you've been nothing but dirty, i can't treat you like a good girl until you deserve it."

"p-please! i'll do anything!" you cried out, then you started twitch uncontrollably around him. a white, hot wave of pleasure washed over you as you creamed all over his cock. he wasn't done yet, he still abused your cervix, making you beg for him to stop, or at least slow down.

his thrusts turned rapid as he started to groan about how you were all his, how he wasn't going to let any other man look at you, how he would be the only one you ever think about. you knew that was all true. "y/n, you fuckin' bitch, i hate you & your pretty, little face. take it all," he yelled as he unloaded his load into your tight pussy.

you screamed in overwhelming pleasure, squirting all over him once again. the two of you caught your breaths. he set you down once his cock finally stopped twitched, & he spun you around to embrace you. "i'm so sorry, y/n. i promise i'll be the best boyfriend in the world, just give me a chance. i know we're enemies or whatever, but i don't wanna be that anymore, & i don't want to be whatever this is; just fucking like we hate each other then go our separate ways." you've never seen this side of katsuki before.

"i-i'd like that, i'd like to be your girlfriend."

you hated him. you hated how he made you feel. you hated how he infected your mind, how he ruined you for any other man. you hated how you knew you needed him.

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could you possibly do a benedict bridgerton friends to lovers fic with maybe some jealousy thrown in there? i adore your writing 🫶🏻

this request could not have come at a better time! i finally started my bridgerton rewatch recently and i can feel myself sparking with ideas yet again :) || 2k words, tw benedict is PINING & this is much more suggestive than my usual content, so 18+ please!

can't bear it - benedict bridgerton x reader

He looked bored. It was the first thing you noticed upon entering the ballroom and, in truth, it was often the first thing you noticed upon entering any ballroom. Over your years of friendship, it seemed you had a highly trained eye to seek him out amongst any crowd.

Just as your eyes strayed to him, as if he had similar training, his found you. What had been a dull stare at the ground to avoid any accidental eye contact with the Mamas scattered about the room quickly became a bright and excitable gaze locked to yours and you returned his slow-spreading smile with a rather unladylike grin.

"Hi," he mouthed, a grin of his own now twisting his features. You shook your head at him fondly, biting the inside of your cheek in a foolish attempt to stop your grin from growing any wider.

You were lucky to have a sister with whom your mother was preoccupied. It made it easy to hurry along the sides of the ballroom, exchanging nods with those you passed without stopping to greet them properly, to end up next to Benedict in record time.

You stood side by side, your usual routine, the backs of your hands inches apart but both facing outwards, as if surveying the rest of the room. Each one of your senses was entirely tuned into him as soon as you entered his presence, but it would not look as such to any onlookers.

"You'll start more rumours if you keep trying to communicate across such wide distances, Lord Bridgerton," you began, eyes fixed on the twirling couples so you didn't sneak a glance in his direction, "I thought we were attempting to rid ourselves of the clamours for our engagement."

"They can hardly read into a mere greeting," he responded easily, the words a mere murmur from the corner of his mouth, "I am a gentleman, as you know, and it would be impolite to simply ignore you."

"It would. You couldn't ignore me if you tried, anyway," you mused, "You'd get ever so bored."

"Always so self-important."

His mutter makes you bite back a smirk. Perhaps facing away from each other did nothing to hide your obvious conversation after all. Violet would be sure to notice, you knew, and may once again force Benedict into explaining the lack of proposal between the two of you.

In recent weeks, however, you had been struggling to explain it to yourself. Benedict was so dear to you, so utterly different to the men that regularly bored you, that once you had struck up such unlikely friendship, it seemed you valued it far too much to take it any further.

That, and there had never been any indication that Benedict himself saw marital potential within you. He was by no means a shy man. If he wanted you, you were quite sure he would have swept you off your feet by now.

And what a sweeping it would be, in those strong arms barely concealed by the crisp white shirt, billowing fabric...

"Good evening, Miss Y/L/N," a voice broke you from your spell, and your gaze accidentally drifted to Benedict in surprise before landing on the man interrupting you, "I believe I was promised a dance last we met, and I have heard you are a lady of your word."

You had to fight to keep yourself from frowning as you wracked your brains for his name. Unfortunately, you came up entirely empty and had no choice but to respond vaguely.

"I certainly would not like to gain a reputation for breaking promises," you smiled as taught, taking in handsome features and arms that didn't fill in a shirt nearly as well as Benedict's. You shook that thought from your head as you placed your hand in the unnamed stranger's own, "It would be an honour."

There was a splutter to your left, no doubt Benedict struggling to conceal his amusement at the sudden change in your tone. You allowed the man to lead you to the dance floor, turning subtly to send Benedict a wry smile but finding him staring right through you, expression anything but amused.

It wiped the smile clean off your own face.

His face was thunder throughout your dance, you noticed, however much you tried to focus on the pleasantly mundane conversation provided by your new partner. He really was quite good looking, if only you could appreciate it, but you were entirely preoccupied by Benedict's new foul mood and what could have caused it.

As the dance ended, you bowed politely to your captor, which was the only word that came to mind for him, and hurried in the direction of your favourite friend only to find him gone. This time you did frown, despite your mother's warnings of wrinkles, and picked up your skirt lightly as you slipped out of the ballroom.

Searching side room after side room proved useful. You soon found what could be described as a studio, with large windows to let the light in but currently only cast moonlight across the canvases spread around the room. The moon also lit up half of Benedict, who was stood at the window, staring out into the gardens.

"Be prepared to hide under that desk if anyone should come knocking," you said, startling him as you clicked the door shut behind you, "I shan't let you compromise my honour just because I have to chase after you when you're having a tantrum."

He glowered at you at the mention of a tantrum, the kind of look he usually levelled his brothers with rather than you. It was new territory and you found yourself quickly floundering.

"I did not bid you to follow me."

"And yet here I am," you reminded, taking a tentative step, "So why don't you put a stop to this strange mood and tell me what's wrong?"

"I'd rather not," he said curtly, his voice a little wrong as he turned to face you at last. Were those tears? "Please return to the festivities and I will join you momentarily."

You'd never seen Benedict cry before. In fact, you weren't sure you'd ever seen a man cry in your life, and the sight was terrifying. You wanted nothing more than to wrap him up in a long overdue embrace, but you kept yourself stock still in the middle of the room.

"Benedict..." you began, not sure where you were going despite the plea in your voice, "Please. I have never seen you like this."

He laughs, but its harsh.

"You must not be very observant then, Y/N."

"I beg your pardon?"

"In fact, you must be positively blind. Maddeningly so. How do you ever get anything done?"

You could feel tears of your own welling up in your eyes and blinked them away furiously. It was a great effort to keep your voice level when you spoke.

"I have known you to be many things, Bridgerton, but you are not cruel. I am sure I have done nothing to deserve such vehement insult, so-"

"I quite disagree," he interrupted, face fierce as he stalked over to you until he was right in front of you. Your chest heaved as you looked up at him, eyes wide, and felt the rise of his chest almost against your own, "You are observant, Y/N, and far from blind. It is your cruelty at fault here, not mine. It is yours."

He hissed the last word, pointing a finger at you so close to your chest that your head was spinning. His closeness was intoxicating, his scent crowding you out of enough oxygen and his words were making you lightheaded with panic.

"You're not making any sense," you murmured. His fingertips ghosted across the fabric of your dress near your hips, barely there, and nowhere near the skin underneath.

"You must see it," he mutters back, all gritted teeth and barely concealed restraint, "You must see that I worship you. That I always have."

Your inhale sounded more like a gasp. He shook his head above you, moving closer until his chin was pressed hard into your temple and you keened into the touch.

"I know you do not feel the same. And you are not obligated to, I swear it. But taunting me as you do. Playing with me only to dance with another..." he trails off, breath shuddering, and you can hear those tears in his voice again, "I can't bear it. Please, Y/N, I cannot bear it."

Neither can you.

You reach up and take his face in both hands, finding chiseled cheekbones and jawline, thumbs either side of his lips as you pull him until you can look up into his face again. Your gaze flickers across his face, and you wipe the tears from his face with shaking fingers.

"You're blind, Benedict," you say, leaning up on your tiptoes until your lips brush his, soft, like the ghost of his fingertips against fabric. You know what you want him to do and you need him to do it first, need him to take your lead and run away with it.

When he fists his hands in your dress at your hips and drags you into him, your prayers are answered.

He opens your mouth to his, still gentle but insistent, demanding more, more, more of you. You'd give him everything, right here, mainly because you know he'd never take it. He seems more than content with the here and now as it is, especially when your hands slip into his hair and he lets out a low grumble of a moan that you feel everywhere.

He's trying to pull you closer still when you break for air, gasping it in as the two of you pant into each other's mouths. He runs a hand down your hair, your neck, your arm, until he intertwines his fingers with yours, chases your lips for a peck, then another, then another. You meet him with a lazy grin.

"I dance with the Lords of the ton every ball," you breathe out, "I'd have noticed if you reacted like this every time."

Benedict was grinning too. He looked far more like himself when he did.

"They are usually old, ugly fools," he said, wrinkling his nose in distaste at the thought, "I always hate them having their hands all over you, but watching a young charming bastard who may just have a chance with you hold you as I have always dreamed of doing? It was enough."

"He never had a chance, my Lord," you assured, tracing his hairline, his earlobe just to see him shiver, "You are, as already accused, blissfully blind. Blind as a bat, I should think."

"Recent developments would suggest that to be true," he mused, glowing in a way he wouldn't usually when wrong. Then, all too quickly, his face briefly fell, "I truly apologise for all that I said to you, Y/N. There is no excuse, it was cruel."

"Hm," you agreed, "It was. Although, I can think of a multitude of ways you can make it up to me. Would you care to hear them?"

His eyes lit up at the realisation of your teasing. It was familiar, exactly what had drawn you both to each other time and time again. It was likely what would keep you together for eternity.

"I would like nothing more."

"How about I sit right up here..." you began lowly, moving to take a seat on the desk, "-you sit yourself underneath this desk, and we can have a conversation about compromising my honour."

You grinned at him wolfishly. It looked almost as if his eyes rolled back into his head already, but it wasn't long until he was kneeling in front of you, hands on the hem of your dress.

"And what would you know about compromising your honour, Miss Y/L/N?"

You ran a hand through his hair and used it to roughly yank him forward, until his nose was pressed to the fabric of your dress, exactly where you wanted him. It was easy to see it now, as he stared up at you in total awe: the way he worshipped you.

"Let's find out, shall we?"

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𓆩Bob Velseb x Reader HCs𓆪

Wooooo, first (official) post on this absolute garbage fire of an app. And of course it's Bob ✋💀 but is anyone really complaining? Because I'm sure not. Anyways this post was made really late at night, and there may be grammar and spelling mistakes because I'm running a fever rn- so I'm sorry 😭

CW+TW; Cannibalism, Murder, Knife mentions, Blood mentions, NSFW at the end ;)

🜲 Bob's a big guy, I think we all know this- but he's also really, really comfortable. And warm. He's the best cuddle buddy, hands down. The butcher man will often times pick you up from behind, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck while mumbling something like "I've missed ya, sugar" after a long day of "work".

🜲 He almost always has his hands on you, even in public! He's usually got an arm wrapped around your waist, or a hand on your shoulder. Hell, sometimes he's even HOLDING you. It's really sweet, but sometimes unexpected or overwhelming.

🜲 Bob is really big on cuddles! He's either got you in his lap, or snuggled up to his side. Sometimes the big guy falls asleep on you; rather effectively trapping you in your spot until he wakes up. It's all in good nature, of course, it just means that he loves you.

🜲 PRAISE. Both giving and receiving, Bob LOVES it! Especially from you. Speaking of which, you'll usually have a "You look stunnin' t'night, sweetpea. I could just eat you up" or a "Not even angels compare to what you've got, sweetness" whispered into your ear. Bob never fails to make you blush.

🜲 Big guy is very protective. If another person is even THINKING about trying to hurt his little darlin' consider them dead in an instant. That goes for bastards trying to flirt with you, too. You're HIS and his only.

🜲 Bob's anger can get ahold of him sometimes, and it's overwhelming. But he'd never, EVER take it out on you- you mean too much to him. Most of the time he'll just leave for a few minutes, before coming back covered in blood. Sure, red stains get everywhere but it could be worse!

🜲 His knife is the same as his anger. He'd never draw it on you (unless you reeeaallllllly asked him to). Sure, he's a cannibal and all- but the idea of knowing that he hurt you? Bob doesn't like to think or even TALK about it. The idea is often shoved down with a "Hm. Interestin'. Anyhow, did ya hear 'bout the news this mornin'?"

🜲 Bob has, and will try to get you to eat "Long Pork" as he calls it. You know damn well it's human meat, and have expressed your discomfort with consuming the substance. But Bob is persistent, always saying something like "Awh, C'mon, sweetness. Just a bite? I promise it ain't all that bad. Tastes just like Pork!" And "I'll give ya some special Lovin' if ya try iiitt~"

🜲 He also really, really likes cooking for you! Any dish you can think of, he's got the skills to do it! Which often leads to him making you all your favorite meals whenever you're sick, or feeling down. Physical contact, acts of service and personal time are his love language, after all.

🜲 Bob also really enjoys giving you tiny little trinkets! Anything that be finds on his victims that he thinks you might like, he's taking. Sure the items are always a little bloody, but that can just be washed right off!

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🜲 Bob is a horny motherfucker 24/7. He's really good at hiding it, but goddamn it doesn't take much to get this man going at all. Cuddling usually always turns into him slamming his hips up into you, biting down on your shoulder just to hear those delicious little noises you make.

🜲 He has good stamina, surprisingly. He'll have you pinned down to the bed, practically cockdrunk from how many times you've came- and he's still going, fast, too. "Just one more round, sugar. I promise I'm almost done" Bob usually lasts anywhere from 3-6 rounds, only to just collapse and nearly fall asleep right on top of you.

🜲 Aftercare with Bob is always some of the sweetest moments; him cradeling you in his arms, usually humming a little tune as he peppers kisses along your face and neck. Any bruises or marks left upon your skin always end up being kissed, Bob uttering a gentle apology under his breath.

🜲 Overall, being in a relationship with this big, lovable cannibal man is wild. But in the best ways possible <3

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Blood Rain | Katniss Everdeen

Pairing: Katniss Everdeen x fem!reader (District4!reader)

Summary: Your mission in the games was to get the victors who the love of your life wanted to be allies with. You did it, but it is never easy.

Warning/s: angst and fluff, this is really just a little blurb, blood, blood rain, death, madness, weapons, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: Send requests for Katniss, Johanna and Cressida, I BEG YOU ALLL!!!

Where the hell is Finnick?!

Your angry thoughts continued to swarm you as you forced your legs to move along towards the beach. The beach. Water. You would quite literally kill for a few drops. All of you would.

Your feet were sticking to the leaves on the ground of the giant jungle due to the blood that covered you completely head to toe. The knifes pressed onto your suit were slightly digging into the skin of your legs as you took bigger steps, trying to get to the water at the Cornucopia as fast as you possibly could.

The biggest mistake you could have ever made was separating at the beginning of the games and now you had to suffer the consequences. Not that you had any choice, really.

When your platform raised up, putting you in the place from your nightmares you were standing quite far away from Finnick. The flash of the bright rays of sunshine were blinding you for a while and before you knew it you had to jump off of the pedastil. However you faced a major problem once you got in the middle of the water. You were rounding up Beetee, Wiress, Blight and Johanna who weren't able to swim. But once you did round them up you were attacked by Enobaria and Brutus. You couldn't fight them on your own as you tried to help your allies. You had no choice, you had to leave the idea of joining Katniss, Peeta and Finnick like you planned to. You had to run for the shore and loose yourselves in the vines and thick threes.

And that's how you ended up alone with Wiress, Beetee, Blight and Jo for a few days. You were severely dehydrated already so you were very happy once you heard something light hitting the leaves of the trees all around you. Only one thing could make those sounds. Raindrops. Now you could only imagine the shock planted onto your face once you realized that the things that were coming down onto you and your allies was not rain. Well, not rain made out of water. It was blood. It was burning you and was covering you too quickly.

This torture lasted for what felt like ages, but once it finally came to the stop you still didn't get out of the forest immediately.

As you ran ahead of the rest of the group, trying to escape the nightmares held within the forest, the living nightmares that tried to get you, the only thing on your mind was the safety of your lover. Katniss. God, you hoped that she was alive.

You didn't see her since the night before the games. You were lying with her in her bed, bringing her comport after yet another life inducing nightmare with which you were a little too familiar with. You met during your Victor's Tour the year that you won, but you became inseparable the moment she volunteered for the games to save poor Prim.

She was your everything. If you lost her you were sure that you wouldn't be able to pull through. So the moment Finnick and you heard about the rebellion you didn't waste a second, you joined immediately. You immediately accepted to join the plan of keeping the mockingjay safe. To get her out.

The moment you stepped out of the forest, yelling for your allies you heard the voice that belonged to an angel shout your name. It was the voice of your angel.

You tuned around as Katniss practically jumped on you, hugging you so tightly that you felt like you couldn't breathe. But it didn't bother you at all. The thought of her was one of the only thing that kept you going for a very long time now. You wrapped your arms around her quickly, afraid that she would disappear.

"What happened, Y/N?" Finnick's concerned voice brought you to reality, you had to separate from Katniss so you moved yourself away so you could look at Finnick but you never moved your hand that felt right into Katniss' away.

"It was horrible," You admitted, sighing a bit. "Jo, Blight, Beetee, Wiress and I rounded up at the beginning, but then Enobaria attacked us by the Cornucopia."

The rest of your allies that came from the forest weren't far away from you. Johanna was right on the other side of you, sticking her axe into the sand on the beach as she desperately tried to catch her breath. Beetee was leaned over, still in pain from the knife that he received in the back. Wiress was walking in the circle around you constantly repeating "Tick-Tock" over and over again. All of them were covered in blood just like you were.

The sight alone brought an uneasy feeling in Katniss. She looked at you once again, clear signs of dehydration were there along with the heavy breathing as you still tried to get the air into your lungs and the fact that you looked like you bathed in blood was enough for her to gripp your hand tighter in hers.

"We had no choice but to run for the forest," You continued your story, Finnick's pair of sea green eyes mirroring your own, a reminder of where you come from, watched you intensely as you spoke. "We stayed there up until now."

"What then?"

"Tick-Tock."

"We heard the rain coming down, but it wasn't rain." You ran your free hand through your hair as you let out a sigh.

"It turned out it was blood. So much blood. It was falling on us, choking us. We were stumbling around trying to get here gagging on it blind. But then Blight hit the force field..." You looked down, grief swallowing you at the reminder of Johanna's face at that moment. "And now he's gone..."

"Tick-Tock."

"What's going on with her?" Peeta asked, looking at Wiress.

"She's in shock," Beetee said as he removed his glasses, wiping his face while he tried to get rid of the blood that covered him. "The dehydration isn't helping. Do you have fresh water?"

"We can get some." Katniss' soft voice next to you spoke and you turned to her again, your eyes full of love.

"How about you go wash up?" Finnick smirked at you, obviously catching the look that you send Katniss. You just glared at your district partner, but you listened and started to walk towards the water, pulling Katniss along with you.

You're not letting her out of your sight again.

As you washed the blood off of yourself, your hair, suit, knives and everything you talked to Katniss. You felt like you could listen to her forever. And at the moment when you dove into the water completely to get the rest of the blood to go away Katniss followed the suit. You never took your eyes off of her as you watched her place her hands on your face, giving you warm smile, the smile that was only reserved for the ones she loved the most, before she pulled you in, locking your lips with hers. Away from the cameras for a few short moments.

From that moment on you swore to yourself that you would follow her anywhere.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧Spa Days With Seventeen!✧*:･ﾟ✧

I did this for Ateez quite some time ago, but after a day of working outside in 43 C/110 F weather for 8 hours spa hours have returned to my head 😅 anyhoo Warnings: just 🤏🏻 suggestive in a couple places

S.Coups

♡ All Seungcheol can do is giggle as you ‘aggressively’ insist on taking care of him, resembling a miffed kitten in his mind more than the lion you thought you were as you shuffled him off to change into cozy pajamas for the day.

♡ Enjoy basically wrestling with him over who gets to pamper who, because nearly as hard as you tell him he needs to relax he wants to be the one to fetch all your relaxation supplies for you and peel your sheet mask for you as you sit against his chest.

♡ You guys get ✨jacuzzi access✨ for the occasion and Seungcheol literally physically carries you into the water because he can and very much wants to. Pretends to drop you at first, smiles at the way you hold his neck tighter and squeal, then lowers you in gently.

♡ A purchase you made for the occasion was floating light-up speakers you were so excited to burst out, coordinating the lights to bob in cool colors to the calm beat of the playlist you chose to lay back together to.

♡ You go back to miffed kitten mode when Seungcheol pulls you into him to rub your back, insisting that's your job and only letting him when he says you can reciprocate, smiling at you with loving eyes and shaking his head as you practically dart behind and in front of each other like Looney Tunes at your request to alternate, feeling like he'd done plenty over your time together to make you feel like royalty, now it was your turn.

Jeonghan

♡ In all honesty, Jeonghan was a bit concerned when you suddenly approached him with an idea for the so-called best date, wondering what was up your sleeve, but the moment you said the words spa day at home it was like a spell came over him, pulling him all in on the introvert dream day. “Can we get these too?” “What are those, headbands? Don’t you think we have enou-” “But (y/n), they’re so cute and we can use them when we do the face masks!” “Oh, alright.”

♡ So there you are, rolling back your hair or simply accessorizing with fluffy headbands- Jeonghan’s being pink with bunny ears on it and yours being black with equally plush kitty ears- as you stick sheet masks on each other. His of course has a bunny print and yours matches your headband too!

♡ Another relaxation method you wanted to try is meditation, so you two sit, legs crossed, adjacent to each other and practice some deep breaths beneath lavender-scented air.

♡ Your significant other being Yoon Jeonghan, though, it’s not long before you feel a poke at your side, barely suppressing a giggle and trying to ignore it. Then another, and another, and you fold completely or rather unfold, collapsing from your perfect posture and falling onto his side, looking up into his smiling face.

♡ Your day ends in a tangle of pajama-clad limbs, Jeonghan holding you close and running his fingers through your hair and up your loose, fluffy sleeves to ghost along your arm as the both of you lull to sleep.

Joshua

♡ It's his idea. He wants to pamper you and thinks it seems really romantic ever since he saw another couple have one and wants to recreate it for you, but even better if he can.

♡ He starts by giving you a foot rub with this really high-end moisturizer they recommended in the video. Somehow he seems to know the exact amount of pressure you like without you even asking him to apply it!

♡ "I got you flowers today, just, you know, not like usual," Joshua jokes as he produces a glass jar with cute lace around its neck. Knowing you like to exfoliate, he had a scrub made with your favorite flowers in it for you to use, too!

♡ The pièce de résistance? Joshua opening the doors to reveal he'd prepared the classic candlelit bath, rose petals drifting lazily across the surface and a whole host of fine things to add to the otherwise-undisturbed water at your discretion. "Do you like it?" The way you fly into his arms hastily pulling his head down answers his question well enough, and you feel him smile against your lips.

♡ "What did I do to deserve this, hm?" You hum as you glance up with fluttering eyes from your legs resting atop his under the water to meet Joshua's across the tub. "All you had to do," Joshua replies, eyes radiant in the face of yours, "was be you."

Jun

♡ Two words: matching pajamas. That’s step one of spa day, just getting all changed into the coziest cutest couple set Jun could find for you two.

♡ "Let's try this massage gun I got that looks like a piece of exercise equipment!" Leave it to Wen Junhui to find the oddest yet most practical contribution he could make, you thought as he held up the strangely triangular device. Before you could protest that it was overkill, he held it up to you and pressed the button really quickly, giving you a little buzz that had you laughing, shaking your head as you accepted it from him.

♡ The thing was powerful, but you had to give it to him: it felt good. Yours and Jun's muscles were practically jelly by the time you slowly ooze up from the couch to brew a pot of chamomile for your afternoon tea, for which Jun had also bought your favorite biscuits. The man never failed to bring a smile to your face.

♡ This time standing up was easier, not least of all because of the large, secure hands that wrapped around yours, practically sending you leaping out of your chair and into Jun's arms as he slow danced you across the hard floors in your animal slippers. At least it didn't hurt if you stepped on his feet!

♡ Your day of self-care ends in the shower, where you get the full Wen Junhui hair was experience aka the 'if I get shampoo in your eye, hit me'. It never runs even close, though, to either of you as you massage each other's scalps, smiling contentedly as warm water cascaded over you both, encapsulating you in more than one steamy embrace.

Hoshi

♡ Hears ‘spa day’ and thinks only of two things: either laying around in robes with cucumbers over your eyes or you guys giving each other massages.

♡ Wants to do both frankly. Takes your idea as an excuse to buy cute robes for you both and also to play around with you, getting DIY kits to mix your own face masks and deciding to try a mixture of both on because it can’t be bad for him, right? “I’ll just by cleansed and moisturized this way!” He exclaims with a grin as he smears the odd green and pink swirled mixture on his eager face.

♡ Of course he has to remark that the odd mixture gives his face the stripes he needs as he bought himself an orange tiger patterned robe, completely uncaring of the clash between the colors on his cheeks and the rest of him.

♡ It’s a massive 180 from him giggling over tiger stripes, horanghae-ing, and eating the cucumbers off his eyes when he’s suddenly sliding your robe off your shoulders, each brush and motion deliberate.

♡ The robes and masks are fun and all, but Soonyoung can’t let that massage oil go to waste. He always starts either a little too tough or a little too gentle, always feeling a bit cautious or a tad too excited, but your guiding words have him turning you to putty in his hands and feeling all the more ready to return the favor.

Wonwoo

♡ So surprised when you suggest having a spa day, he just looks at you with shining eyes and a smile of endearment. “You want to have a spa day?” He repeats back to you, thinking you’re the cutest thing ever.

♡ You end up researching how to make things together, going to the market the day before to seek supplies. “So this is really going on our faces?” Wonwoo chuckles as you mash avocados in a bowl. “Yep,” you joke back, “and the baking soda and sugar aren’t for baking, either, remember?” “Well, I guess that makes sense. Sugar would exfoliate and avocados are rich in oil. As long as it’s good oil! I’m more surprised about the vinegar honestly.” Oh, how you loved having a smart boyfriend.

♡ Removing his glasses, he can’t help but smile as you gingerly dip your hand into the avocado-honey-apple cider vinegar mixture you'd insisted on adding lemon juice to "so it doesn't smell so bad for you", holding his head still by the chin with the clean hand before beginning to smear. Your fingers tightened just so beneath him as he jumped from the cold, nose crinkling slightly at the sensation, and you both giggled. Soon Wonwoo had your face in his hand as you took your turn to turn green, making Kermit jokes all the way.

♡ You’re most interested to see how the bath bomb you guys made turns out, unmolding it into your hand with great focus and nudging Wonwoo with your leg beneath the bathwater when it comes out nearly perfect. A little powder drifts into the water, making little purple swirls between you before you drop in the whole thing, accidentally making a splash that has Wonwoo teasing you for being irresponsible with your creation.

♡ In response, you push the fizzing heart shape his way and he sends it back toward you, creating an impromptu little ball game between you two as you sent the floral-scented bomb zipping along the water’s surface. Finally it dissolves, giving you less reason to slosh violet-tinted water out of your tub and more reason to lean forward, hands on the smooth surface, face almost touching Wonwoo’s. “Having fun?” “M-hm,” he hums in response, hand instinctively reaching up to rub your back. “Good,” you reply, closing the gap between you two as you teased, “I liked our little chemistry experiments almost as much as this chemistry.” That earned you a light swat, but also more kisses.

Woozi

♡ “This seems a bit silly now, doesn’t it (y/n)?” This in question being one of those little foot spas you picked up at the store and insisted on starting your day of relaxation with. “The warm water is supposed to feel good,” you reply with your best puppy dog eyes, “is it not working?” The moment you give Jihoon that look, he caves, shaking his head as his own expression falls into a smile and starts rolling up the legs of his pants.

♡ Honestly it does feel good and he has to admit it as you sit there each in your own bubbling soak, you scooting closer and closer until he notices and teases you about it, casually slinging an arm around your shoulders as he laughs.

♡ Once you’re all dried off from the little spas, you reach into your bag of tricks supplies, producing a little bottle. “What’s that?” Jihoon asks. “Massage oil,” you reply, motioning to the couch, “come lay down.” He obliges, laying flat on his stomach along the cushions as you coat your hands, but you can't help raising a brow at him when he turns to look at you, causing him to do a double take. "What?" "Take your shirt off," you tell him. If you were any closer, surely you would see his cheeks flushing. "Why?" You keep your eyebrow raised, lifting also your now-glistening hands. "I'm not about to ruin that nice shirt with this stuff."

♡ Shy as he seemed, Jihoon melts under your touch, relaxing the moment your palms meet his skin, brushing lightly over it with the cooling oil you’d chosen. Pride washes over you as you knead out several knots he surely gave himself from sitting in the wrong posture, but today isn’t the day to nag him over it, it’s all about relaxation.

♡ Jihoon insists on repaying your favors even if you wanted to give him the luxury day, and would you really deny a massage from him? Instead of the cooling oil, though, you choose your favorite fragrance and insist on sitting close to him, your back almost to his chest as he holds you gently between his folded legs. Some tension leaves your body, too, and you can tell by the smile you see on Jihoon’s face that venture peeking at that the day has been a success, let alone the time together that is yet to come.

DK

♡ The spa day shopping is this 🤏🏻 close to being his favorite part- surely you were already expecting a full basket? He actually picks out really cute stuff- you'll discover he has great taste in candles, choosing the perfect soft scents to relax to.

♡ Draws you a bath, also puts a rubber duck in it. Squeezing it is very relaxing, thank you! It’s enough to fill your heart just seeing Seokmin smiling in anticipation as he pours in a bunch of the bubble bath you picked out, stirring up the water until it’s covered with a fluffy film.

♡ Puts said fluffy film on his head to make you laugh. “What do you think, does this style suit me?” He asks, grinning and patting his new ‘hairstyle’ as you just sit in front of him bursting into giggles.

♡ Seokmin takes such good care of you in the tub, making sure if you sit in the half with the faucet that you never hit it even if he has to tug you away from it and devotedly taking the time to wash your hair with all the products you need and one special scented oil you found just for the occasion.

♡ He gently towel dries your hair off too and once you are both dried and be-robed it’s time for bed! Well, getting into bed anyway. Lighting all the little blue candles with their luxurious natural scents you guys had purchased for the occasion, Seokmin slides into the covers with you, pulling you into his arms as he puts on your favorite movie. There was no other option, sorry. Until, that is, you go back and forth about it and it devolves into a tickle fight, Seokmin conceding to watching his favorite next time when you win.

Mingyu

♡ Taking a bunch of silly photos of you two with pink mud masks on wasn't what you were initially expecting from the day, but in the end you feel gratitude for Mingyu's innocent spirit as you look back on the adorable shoot.

♡ He also insists on feeding you your choice of snack for the day because your mask is set and you can't do it yourself, no siree. You have to accept it by hand, no take backs.

♡ Wipes off said mud mask so gently you barely feel it…but when the washcloth is discarded, you do feel the way Mingyu’s thumb affectionately, feather-lightly caresses your cheek as he stares into those lovely eyes of yours he loves so much.

♡ And there you end up, cheeks sticking together just a little from the residue as your lips meet again and again, hands joined first in at your laps, then sliding up to wrap around each other.

♡ As you finally rise to your feet, Mingyu’s hands returning to yours to help lift you up, he suggests drawing you guys a bath with an intensity in his eyes you can’t deny, and you are glad to oblige when you see the way he’s decked the room all out with candles, a huge, proud, eager smile on his face.

The8

♡ Spa day with him almost turns into a full-blown resort day, not because Minghao insists on being extra but because you get a little salon experience when he decides to paint your nails- but only if you paint his, too.

♡ The first thing you do is just get yourselves relaxed, you two wearing comfortable clothes, lighting some incense, and sharing cups of Minghao’s favorite relaxing tea blend that he knows just how many times to steep.

♡ Next up is getting ready for the salon experience! You two take turns filing each other’s nails to get ready. Minghao’s grip on your hand is so soft even as he runs the gritty file along your nails, and if you aren’t fond of the feeling he keeps you distracted looking at him and listening to what he tells you, probably some new Chinese phrases if you haven’t heard them already.

♡ The hand masks feel like wet gloves, leaving the two of you laughing at the odd feeling. Venturing a high-five is a must, and the wet slap sound has you giggling more and crinkling your nose as you peel the masks off.

♡ When your moisturizer is all rubbed in, you two pick each other’s nail polish color and make it a surprise, once again keeping your eyes on each other as you sit hand in hand. For Minghao, you chose a dark, almost maroon, shade of purple, and for you he chose forest green. Your accent nail was some gold glitter on your ring fingers, which Minghao jokes is what bling you’ll get on your left side…for now 👀

Seungkwan

♡ So serious about it all!!! It starts with an elaborate skincare routine that Seungkwan probably would have made you do anyway and evolves into him showing you every restorative stretch he knows how to do so you're loosened up for your massage.

♡ “Stay still!” He whines as you roll your shoulders beneath his hands, but the only punishment you receive from Seungkwan is his hands lightly tapping against your shoulder as he shakes his head, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. “What are we going to do with you?”

♡ You quickly begin taking advantage of that, moving a little bit more so he’s forced to hold you tighter, practically nuzzling into you as he weakly chastises you, a small smile on his face when he sees you leaning in expectantly. “All right, you’re allowed to move if that’s what you want,” he gives in, grinning.

♡ Still remains stock still when you return the favor, practically entering a liquid state beneath your touch, his only movement waves that follow the flow of your hands. The only sounds he makes are sighs of contentment and the occasional request of a shift in pressure.

♡ Sings you your favorite lullabies and love songs alike as if he were your little radio when you guys sink into the tub at the end of the night. Well, almost the end that is. You still have the nighttime skincare routine and mandatory cuddles awaiting you!

Vernon

♡ Your spa day is sort of impromptu, opening up your new skin care purchase turning into a whole day off spent in self care. "Does that thing really work?" Vernon had asked you, pointing to the shining gua sha in your hand with raised eyebrows. "Only one way to find out!" You shrugged with a grin, holding it up higher, and well, curiosity got the better of him.

♡ He wanted to try the steamer you got for your face too. "This opens up your pores, right?" You nodded as you plugged it in, head turned back to look upon him brightly. "Look at you being all smart! All right, here we go!" You turn it on, steam curling out towards your heads where they lightly pressed together. Vernon squeezed his eyes shut immediately and you couldn't help but laugh, even into the steam, at the face he made.

♡ You practically pull Vernon by the hand into the kitchen to make ‘fancy snacks’, which just ends up being wee little finger sandwiches. There are normal ones like microcosm peanut butter and jellies or cucumber sandwiches, then there are a few weird ones because hey, what else was to be done with that leftover sausage?

♡ Eating outside in the sun is much more relaxing, so you take your finger sandwiches in yours and Vernon’s version of al fresco, out in the yard where you trail off to pick flowers and he thinks you’re so beautiful he can’t resist a few snapshots of you. Even if you’re embarrassed about not having any makeup on, Vernon is completely caught up in the ethereal vision of you with your robe falling off your shoulders caught in a sunbeam, a few flowers in hand. Oops, might become his wallpaper, sorry 🤷🏻‍♀️

♡ Back inside, you press a few flowers in the pages of a book, pulling another off the shelf to read from as you soak all the dirt and wear off your feet in a pair of tiny spas, your eyes darting across the page and his following along, brightening as yours widen.

Dino

♡ “Can we do the thing with the hot rocks?” “Why would you pick the most dangerous spa activity you could?” “I dunno,” Chan chuckles in response, “it just seems cool!”

♡ Cue a quick google search on if doing that is even possible at home. Apparently the rocks are only heated to the equivalent of about 38-55 degrees Celsius (100-130 degrees Fahrenheit), AKA oven temperature, so that’s how you found yourself and Chan peeking into an oven full of volcanic stones that were probably intended to go in a garden.

♡ It’s worth it, though, to watch the focus on Chan’s face as he carefully presses the stones between his hands, checking the temperature and tempering the heat ever so slightly before resting them on your bare back. The warmth is startling at first, sending a shudder down your newly-decorated spine, but soon you’re melting beneath its sensation, eyes fluttering shut at the combined feeling of the stones and Chan’s hands over you.

♡ You do the same for him, pressing the stone and giving a satisfied little nod at the adequate temperance. “You look like a professional,” Chan comments, head propped up on his fist from where he lays, chest bare. You can’t help but flush at the sight, bidding him lay down so you can work all the knots and kinks out.

♡ Once massaged, you two stretch, having a little competition to see who can do the funniest pose. You win by a longshot, stealing and modifying that one weird stretch of Seungkwan’s and sending Chan into stitches. When you’re done laughing, he moves over to the speaker you had set up for relaxing music and turns it to something more romantic, pulling you into his chest and swaying lightly back and forth as he thanks you for a day that was both relaxing and fun.

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #s.coups #jeonghan #joshua #jun #hoshi #wonwoo #woozi #dk #mingyu #the8 #seungkwan #vernon #dino #fluff #gender neutral reader #continuing my vernon + books agenda because no one can stop me 😤

[karmic-vibes]

Hopelessly Devoted to You

one-shot inspired by this prompt. enjoy!

cw: n/a :)

wc: 1.9k

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“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Nancy asked.

“Yeah, why not?” Steve shrugged as he finished scribbling in the rest of his sign.

“He’s not even gonna see you.”

“Nance, just let him do what he wants,” Robin sighed.

“Yeah, Nance. Okay, you two dimwits ready to go?”

“Yes, dingus, we’ve been ready.”

It was Corroded Coffin’s annual Halloween gig at the Hoosier Dome—the lead singer, Eddie Munson, always insisted on playing his home state during the most sacred time of year. It sold out in minutes. Fans were hunched over their phones and laptops, waiting in the endless queue, hoping they were able to score tickets.

Given that Steve has been a die-hard fan since their first album (mainly because he found Eddie cute), he was a verified-fan on Ticketmaster, scoring him first dibs to all their big events. As much as he’d wanted floor tickets, him, Robin, and Nancy didn’t have enough money pooled, so they all settled for the lodge.

Steve insisted that the girls make signs too, as Eddie always set time aside to read through everyone’s insane, unhinged messages, but they refused. They kept insisting that Eddie wouldn’t be able to see, but that didn’t stop Steve. He figured Eddie wouldn’t be able to see a whole message, so instead he settled for a single word: DADDY?

Robin and Nancy called him crazy, but Steve’s rationale was that if he can’t see it anyway, what’s the harm?

The entire group dressed up as Teen Titans—Robin was Raven, Nancy was Starfire, and Steve was Robin (confusing? Yes. None of them thought that far ahead? Also, yes). They waited in line, got a few beers to sip while the openers performed, and before they knew it, it was showtime.

Corroded Coffin were dressed up as townspeople from The Nightmare Before Christmas, but Eddie was nowhere in sight. All of a sudden, the soft plucking of an acoustic guitar picked up and fog covered the floor of the stage. Eddie’s voice rang throughout the arena, soft and soothing—unlike anyone had ever heard him before.

“I sense there’s something in the wind, that feels like tragedy’s at hand,” he started.

A small trapdoor slowly opened as he sang, letting all the fog sink into it. The guitar plucked on, Eddie’s voice continued blessing everyone’s ears—then, he began to emerge as not Jack, but as Sally, dress and all.

“The worst is just around the bend. And does he notice my feelings for him? And will he see… how much he means to me?”

He stopped singing and the guitar paused—the arena went pitchy black. Confused chittered filled the air, but was quickly stopped when all lights were on Eddie wailing on his guitar, breaking into a quick solo. The crowd erupted with cheers as he showed off his skills to his devoted fans. He carried on with singing, ditching the somber tune.

“I think it’s not to be,” he continued. The rest of the band joined in, turning the sad ballad into a newfound rock anthem. “Try as I may, it doesn’t last. And will we ever, end up together? No, I think not, it’s never to become…” The lights flickered before going out again, all instruments and singing coming to a halt. The spotlight shone on Eddie, who returned to his somber tune. “For I am not the one…”

The entire arena was filled with people who were screaming, cheering, and chanting. The lights came up enough to show the rest of the band. Eddie chuckled to himself before taking a sip of his complimentary beer.

“How’re we feeling tonight?” he asked—everyone screamed. “Good, good. Happy Halloween, whores. Thanks for making it out, tonight.”

“We love you, Eddie!” Someone yelled.

“And I have no idea who you are. Alright, let’s kick this bitch.”

The concert continued on with a bang. They sang their usual line-up with a few Halloween-esc songs sprinkled in between. That was the real draw to this concert—it was nearly an entire hour longer because of all the covers he did.

As Eddie finished singing I Put a Spell on You by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, he took a few more sips of his beer before drawing his attention to the several signs people created for him.

“Eddie, adopt me! No!” he chuckled. “I missed my aunt’s wedding for this! Good, fuck your aunt. Um, alright…” He scanned the crowd for the next sign. “Eddie (or all of CC) do my BeReal? Yeah, fuck it. Throw me your phone.”

As the audience member tossed him the phone and he snapped the pictures, the camera crew focused in on one sign in particular—Steve’s. Robin and Nancy nudged him as he stood there, beet red in the face. The crowd was going crazy.

“Wow, I didn’t think you guys would have liked watching me take a picture that much,” he laughed to himself.

The people in the pit started yelling in protest, pointing to the arena’s central screen. Eddie cocked a brow and ran to where he could see it.

“Is that what you were screaming for?” The crowd erupted as the camera was still displaying Steve, holding his DADDY? sign up loud and proud. “Sorry… How’re you, sir?” Eddie smiled.

Steve gave him a thumbs up and beamed. Eddie ran over to the edge of the stage, getting as close to Steve’s section as he could. He extended an arm and smirked at the boy.

“Yes?” Everyone cheered as Steve nearly fainted. “Yes?” Steve started dying laughing as the surrounding fans continued yelling. “I fear there may be a communication barrier from this distance.”

“It’s okay, I love you!” Steve yelled, despite Eddie not being able to hear.

“But just know… yes?”

Steve flashed a Cheshire smile at the rockstar as he blushed up to his ears. Steve lowered the signs and blocked out the world around him. He fell back in his seat in awe, dropping his sign to his feet. Robin and Nancy were desperately trying to get his attention, but he couldn’t be bothered to listen. He’d rather stay in a state of bliss.

Eddie finished up reading through his posters before moving on to his next song. He smirked up the Steve as he went back to his set list.

“This next one goes out to my new baby, apparently,” Eddie teased, winking at Steve. “I was feeling done in, couldn’t win. I’d only ever kissed before…”

Steve’s eyes bulged out of his head as Eddie started singing a rocked out version of Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch Me (apparently dedicated to him). Steve sat in shock as Eddie pranced around the stage, like the sex symbol he was, singing a song about losing your virginity.

This had to be a dream.

Steve tried to muster his way through the rest of the concert as butterflies did backflips in his stomach.

His long-time crush, Eddie Munson, noticed him and called him his baby!? There was no way is was all real.

A few days later, after Steve managed to compose himself (which was hard to do, considering his social media pages were flooded with different views of his interaction with Eddie), he posted a video of himself hanging and framing the poster.

Thinking nothing of it, he hit upload, only expecting Robin, Nancy, and maybe Dustin go like it. But to his surprise, it went viral. Nearly a million likes and over six million views.

Shit. No way Eddie hasn’t seen this.

I’m awe, Steve posted to his Instagram story, blabbering on about how much attention it was getting. He turned off his notifications and left his phone alone for a while, trying to relieve himself of some of the stress.

That evening, when he did a final scroll through of his socials, he came back to over fifty messages of people who swiped up on his story. But one in particular stuck out.

eddiemunson: yes, baby?

“Oh my god… oh my god!”

His fingers were trembling beneath his touch as he typed out an equally cheeky reply.

kingsteve: oh, daddy, and to think, i never thought you’d answer

eddiemunson: baby teases back i see

kingsteve: only for you, munson

eddiemunson: oh, i like the sound of that

kingsteve: so, when are you taking me out?

eddiemunson: when’re you free ;)

Several months passed and the boys began seeing each other and becoming romantically involved. They slowly started teasing each other on their socials, never showing their faces or displaying any incriminating details.

It wasn’t until nearly a year in, right as the following annual Halloween concert was rolling around, when the hints became less subtle. Steve was attending concerts regularly (in blocked off sections with other friends/family of the band), and Eddie was slowly showing off more features of his pretty boyfriend.

This year, Eddie and the rest of Corroded Coffin were people from Scooby-Doo—Eddie was Shaggy, and other members were different monsters. But where was the rest of the crew? Well, standing with Steve on the sidelines was Robin dressed as Velma, Nancy as Daphne, and Steve as Fred.

Similar to years prior, they opened with a Halloween themed song, then continue with their normal set list with a few covers here and there. Right around the midpoint in the show, Eddie started going around reading posters. Thinking he was funny, Steve resurrected the DADDY? poster.

Eddie made his way over to Steve’s area, knelt down at the edge of the stage, cocked his head to the side and smirked at Steve.

“Yes, baby?” he beamed.

The crowd burst into cheers, but they had no clue what was coming.

Steve smiled as he bit the insides of his cheeks, flipping the sign over to reveal another message.

WILL YOU MARRY ME?

Eddie dropped his mic as he blushed up to his ears, and walked away, smiling like an idiot. Steve proudly stood there, waiting for an answer.

The crowd was chanting at him, some things were good, some were bad. Meanwhile, the boys were having an entire silent conversation through their looks. Eddie eventually picked his mic up again, kneeling back into his previous position.

“I hope you know, you’re becoming a Munson,” he said.

“That’s okay!” Steve laughed. “So is that a yes?”

“Of course, stupid.” He winked as he strutted over to the other side of the stage, starting his next song.

Steve fell back into Robin and Nancy’s arms, gasping in relief. He was so caught in his own head, he didn’t even realize what Eddie was singing until he reached the chorus.

“But now, there’s nowhere to hide, since you pushed my love aside, I’m out of my head. Hopelessly devoted, to you…”

The song carried on and Steve was swaying back and forth, listening to his fiancé’s lovely voice. Then came the final bridge.

“But now, there’s nowhere to hide, since you pushed my love aside, I’m out of my head. Hopelessly devoted, to you…” Eddie walked to the edge of the stage and tossed Steve a velvet black box. Steve (barely) caught it, as Eddie caught him off guard. Eddie winked before finishing out the song. “Hopelessly devoted to you…”

Steve snapped open the box, revealing a diamond incrusted band—he looked up with tears in his eyes. He ditched Robin and Nancy and charged the stage (in the walking path for the band). He shimmied his way past some amps, much to the security’s dismay, and met eye-to-eye with Eddie.

“Hopelessly devoted… to—” Steve yanked him down by his chain and forced him into a kiss. Eddie smiled uncontrollably before breaking away and running his thumb across Steve’s bottom lip. “You…”

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[wisteria-blooms]

Hey! I just finished long hair and tattoos and it's be a lie if i say it wasn't one of the best fics I've ever read! I'm in love with the fic, the slow burn, the sibling banter with Draco (for first time ever Malfoy family was tolerable) the chemistry with twins and everything else!! Also I'm so bummed because I was expecting some steamy smut (not too late to add an smutty chapter don't you think?) But as I said I love it soooooo much and thank you for this amazing fic!! ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much!! I'm glad you enjoyed the family dynamics/banter. I love the idea of an uppity family having to deal with their daughter's upsetting choice of.... boyfriend. And having the twins as your supportive but devious best friends is the dream.

So, speaking of smut... I wrote the series before I got around to reading more and realized all/most romance books have an obligatory smut scene. I recently wrote strawberry wonderland (ii) from Bill's perspective. I think it was a horny outlet for me. But I think I can wedge something else in... so stay tuned.

I have two possible Bill Weasley smut fics in the works. I'm happy to share some excerpts but it's all unfinished, unedited drafts... so be warned. MINORS DNI.

The first one is called empty bars:

“Our department’s budget is going up.” You changed the topic, not wanting to know what anyone was saying about you. “You remember that Perce and I work together, right? As soon as we got wind of the good news, we went out for a glass of wine.”

Bill raised his eyebrows. “You got Percy out for wine?”

You did a little shimmy of victory. For once, there was a genuine smile on your face. “I know what makes him tick, I guess.”

When the bartender came back, noticing your drained glasses, Bill called for another round.“You’re quick,” he remarked. “I didn’t know someone like you could handle so much liquor.”

“You’ll have to try me,” you said with a smile. “I’m in the mood nowadays, I guess.”

Bill leaned back and took another sip. You watched his lips tight around the glass, and you wistfully wished they were around something else. Something more receptive.

“How ironic that Percy is the only one with any taste?” he laughed blithely, his tone suddenly sharp and biting. “Besides me, that is."

“What do you mean?” you asked, but you knew what he was talking about. The light overhead did no good in concealing the blush that was spreading over your cheeks.

You were intimidated by his gaze, so you focussed on the spare hand on the whiskey glass. The sheer size of his hand made the glass look like a child’s plaything. He could make the circumference of your bare waist amount to nothing if he wanted. You know what you wanted to.

“You know very well what I mean,” he stated, his right eye creasing into a half-wink as he stared over you. Then he set his whiskey glass down and leaned over to you and whispered, his lip just inches from the skin of your cheek, his voice butter, “Don’t play coy, (Y/N).”

“I am not,” you retorted weakly. His words drew some goosebumps. Was Bill Weasley flirting with you or were you so touch-deprived that you were wrongly assuming so? You turned around to face him, trying to stand by your words but you were unravelling quick. His eyes were so gorgeous. He was so close you could identify hazel specks near the rim of blue.

A delicious smirk unraveled on the eldest Weasley’s face. It looked so good that you wanted to fucking kiss it off him. “Are you the type of woman that likes things spelled out for you?”

“No,” you countered quietly. You were so nervous that you were chugging your liquor instead of cherishing it, but if it meant breaking free of any social constraints, you were happy to almost be done your second.

“Let me verbalize it, then. Look at yourself.” You couldn’t follow his demand. You were too busy looking at Bill still, indulging in his strong nose bridge down to his slightly chapped lips. You were burning, dying, to kiss them. “You’re young, accomplished, hard-working, successful, smart, and beautiful.”

You wondered if he’d performed Legilimens on you, because you’d said the same thing to yourself moments earlier. Now you were more than concerned if he could read your mind because his hand had travelled up the slit of your dress, gently caressing your bare thigh, and your mind was a mess of nervous neurons.

“I could say the same for you,” you complimented. ‘Weak,’ you chided yourself. You were going to lose Bill’s attention with your attempt at flirting and go home alone tonight.

“Unlike some of my brothers, I turned out pretty alright, didn’t I?”

“One is a genetic train-wreck,” you said too quickly. You were immediately remorseful for the comment. Fred was still Bill’s brother—family. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.” You gestured to your bartender, seeking a third round.

“I know what you mean,” Bill assured, his words unapologetic. “The greatest thing he’d ever had this entire life fell right onto his lap and he fucked up because of his own immaturity.” He didn’t even mention Fred by name but there was a shared knowledge that it was him you were talking about.

 His gaze was intense, ocean blue eyes darkening like the storm outside. “Do you know why that is, (Y/N)?”

Your breathing became laboured. “No.”

“It’s the sad state of being a boy,” he explained. You shouldn’t have, but you inched closer, letting Bill’s hand, thinly veiled from public view by a few degrees, travel dangerously higher up your thigh. “Let me show you what it’s like to with a man.”

The second one is called 'paradise potions'. IT'S THE SEX POLLEN TROPE, DON'T JUDGE ME.

He was still ever so handsome, with his soft ginger locks that framed his sharp cheekbones. His blue eyes glinted in the morning sun. You peeked at his chiseled jaw and his--dare you say--kissable lips. His t-shirt barely hid the muscles in his arms. He might’ve been tall and predisposed to being lankier compared to Charlie, but you knew he worked out plenty. 

You were so busy being entranced by Bill that you’d lost track of time and space. It was the best daydream, sitting in front of him, surrounded by faint windchimes and the chirping birds outside to the window. You were imagining a domesticated life with him here when suddenly--

A large explosion jolted you and Percy. You yelped and ducked. The others were unfazed.

“What was that?” you asked, trying to settle your heart. 

“Fred! George!” Molly cried, walking over to the stairs with her spatula still in hand. “What have I told you about your experiments?"

“Sorry, mum,” George said, running down the stairs, a smidge of ash on his face. “That’s it for today, I promise.”

“I don’t want to hear this again, ever!” Molly shrieked. Then, she calmed down when she realized she was in front of guests. “Well, if that’s it, then help out a little bit, won’t you? We have to get going in less than an hour.”

“Sure thing,” George said with a smile. He ran over to the table and to the coffee pot. He gave it a jiggle, letting the remaining liquid slosh around. “Anyone need a top up of their coffee?”

“Mum made that pot, you can trust it,” Percy advised.

“Thank you,” you whispered back, and then looked up at George, “I wouldn’t mind a cup.”

George sauntered over and poured you a cup. “Coffee, Bill?” he asked. 

“That sounds good,” Bill responded.

“You’ll have to wait another ten minutes then,” George said with a frown. He tapped the empty glass container. “I’ve just run out. If only (Y/N) didn’t drink for two.”

“Quit it,” Percy warned with a low tone. 

“I’m sorry,” you said. You were about to offer Bill your cup when Percy held out a hand to stop you. 

“Keep it,” Percy countered as she shoved the white mug back to your side. “I wouldn’t trust anything they put out. I’m glad it’s you that took the last of what mum made.”

While Percy could be harsh on his siblings, you were grateful for his looking out for you. To be fair, you were also skittish around Fred and George. They weren’t as easy to read as other people. A friendly smile could mean something sinister. 

Then...

Bill raised his hips up to help you bring the last bit of his undergarments down. You closed your eyes when you felt something whip out in front of your face. 

Well, Bill was clearly very well-endowed. You had nothing but anatomical pictures and the circumference of your wrist to compare him to, but even you knew he was bigger than average. Not only was his cock hefty and veiny, but his balls were very present. 

“I reckon I was cursed or hexed by someone,” he concluded. “It’s not like me to be so….”

He gestured to his raging erection. “Can you… do you mind?” He attempted to lift his hands, but they gravitated down to the bed. “I’ve tried but it’s made it worse, and now I can’t even manage to move my arm.”

“I’ve never, erm,” you started. A rush of heat kissed your cheeks. You didn’t want to admit to Bill that Fred was right and you were a virgin. You reckoned he would’ve found it uncool. “I’ve never done this with anyone.”

He chuckled suavely. “I figured.”

You wanted to shrivel up and die. 

“But it’s fine,” he said quickly, knowing he’d offended you slightly. “You don’t need to have done it to know how to do it. I’ll guide you."

“Grip your hand firmly down here.” You obliged, holding him at the base. For an usually flaccid body part, Bill was very, very hard and warm. All the blood in his body must’ve concentrated into one area. You were grateful when your thumb overlapped your other fingers, because, well, he was quite big and you weren’t sure he was going to fit in your hand. 

“Move up and down,” he said. When you started shifting your hand from the base to the tip, he let out a low groan. “Yeah, just like that.” Precum touched the skin of your hand as you moved faster and covered more ground. 

You kissed the red and leaking tip. Bill let out an audible gasp that was swallowed by a moan. He was not expecting you to be so brazen. 

“How does that feel?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Good.”

You licked the precum--salty, you noted--off his slit. You enveloped your mouth around his tip and focused there. 

“Fuck, (Y/N)!”

His hands were fully entangled in your hair as he guided you up and down. Tears welled up in your eyes when his cock hit the back of your mouth. Your cries were muffled. You shouldn’t be enjoying being used so much, but you loved it, especially when Bill held you in place and began thrusting into your mouth.

Yeah, these are all drafts. I hope to get them up soon!!

#bill weasley x reader #bill weasley imagine #bill weasley smut #bill weasley x you #harry potter smut

[v4narana-w0nderl4nd]

Aranaras hosting reader's birthday is stuck in my head. I can imagine them trying their very best to put up a banner and decorations set to be up in high places like you'll stumble upon a 5'6 tower of aranaras moving around to put ribbons and flowers above their houses to surprise you. Idk I just love the idea of those little cabbages trying so hard to make you happy.

Happy Birthday, Nara!

-> Pure fluff, extremely small amount of crack unfortunately

-> Slight hint of SAGAU

Tw: Roblox woman face 🥰🥰🥰

It was your birthday, but this year, you didn't celebrate it with your family and friends as usual.

In fact, you wondered if your birthday was even going to be celebrated.

Ever since you were isekai'd to Genshin Impact, you were hunted down by your favorite characters, even NPCs.

Until a clan(?) of small sentient cabbages, who you recognize as the aranara, came to your aid.

Though, you're still not sure if they even know of your birthday.

It's currently 3 PM, or so you thought.

You can't really tell, you lost some sense of time since arriving in Teyvat.

But, it was getting late, so you went back to Vanarana.

Normally, some aranara would greet you while walking around. But this time, Vanarana felt... empty.

Until you heard a loud crash.

You ran to the area, slightly scared that the forest rangers, or Eremites found Vanarana. So you peek a bit from a tree to see...

All the houses around decorated in flowers, vines and... sugar cubes..?

Along with 4 or 5 Aranara, stacked on top of each other trying to hang some leaves on a rope attached to two trees, with the leaves spelling out

"H-P-A-Y-P R-T-I-H-B-A-Y-D"

Meanwhile, about 3 aranara, who you assume are Arashakun, Aravinay and Arakanta, are passed out on the ground. Aravinay sits up, rubbing his head(?). Araprabhu, standing right in front of the three, lecture them for their clumsiness.

Meanwhile, you look to the left to see Arapacati lecturing her brothers, who insist on adding mushrooms and fruits on to the cake(?) sitting on top of the table, untouched. Beside the cake is a flowercrown, made with all your favorite flowers, and being held together by a ribbon.

You then look to the right to see Arama and Arana discussing about something. Beside them, you see Arakavi, Arasudraka, Arayasa, and Aradasa, all four of them practice singing a loooooong tune.

Carefully, you step forward and..

Oh no, you stepped on a crunchy leaf.

[CĶŔÒŒNCH]

All the aranara stop whatever they're doing to turn and look at you.

.

.

.

Anyways, after the awkward silence, the some aranara apologize for making the surprise take so long, while some drag you to the present table.

You had a looooong night, filled with eating cake (that was so sweet it could give you diabetes, but you enjoyed it anyways, + it tasted kind of like vanilla, with zaytun peaches in the middle), solving riddles with araesha, running(?) with Arakanta and finally, watching Arakavi and his group sing.

Despite how long it was, it was fun, especially when Arasaka somehow got high on sugar and began eating all sugar cubes hung on top of the other aranara's houses

#genshin aranara #genshin au #genshin brainrot #aranara #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin imagines #sagau genshin #sagau impostor au #sagau villain au

[stupidgtblog]

Trying writing

just a disclaimer that I have never written before - EVER! so don't expect this to be some life-changing top-tier literature. It's mostly self-indulgent, about 1.6k words, got a bit of cursing, and elements of fear, but that's about it. I don't really have a title hope u like it pls give criticism but b nice abt it <3

...

Mira had always found stories and folktales interesting. She liked humming the tunes, thinking about the morals they taught. She'd even (much to her parent's dismay,) decided to pursue a career in cultural studies, opting to focus less on the gift of her magic. Her parents always told her that magic was something that gave her endless possibilities, and she was lucky to have a supportive family, and not one that decided they'd rather burn her at the stake. She'd learned to ride a broom to cut on cost-of-travel, and a bit of minor healing spells for first-aid, but, her training had stopped there.

Her interest had been piqued by a new character popping up in some folklore in some mining regions. These places weren't the best to witches, so she'd be going a bit undercover. She'd come in, write as much of the oral stories as she could, translate, and then publish them for the general public, so more people could experience the stories. That was her mission.

She hadn't known much about the character yet, but descriptions had been inconsistent to say the least. Some swore by the figure being a cruel, powerful witch, others claimed the figure was clearly a horrible, evil wizard.

the only snippet of undisputed lore was a poem called “Titan of Ore”, that went as follows:

Skin of Bronze,

Hair of Silver,

Eyes of Gold,,

Axe of Iron,

Heart of Stone.

Mira was interested in such a character, popping up in only the last 5 years or so in the culture, with so much mystery surrounding it. In Mira's own experience, cases like these would just end up being stories around a new species of animal, or even weather phenomena. (Mira had gotten her hopes up in a previous case of a giant, twirling lady, just to find out they were talking about some dust storms that had been recently passing the area.)

Mira knew it was stupid, but one day, just once, she wanted these folktales to lead to something. She wanted - at least once, for them to be real.

Mira's travel plan was to fly as far as she could, then rent a horse for the cheapest she could to go the rest of the way. Sure, it'd be annoying, but far less annoying than being burnt alive. After she'd taken down everything, she'd fly as far away from those witch-roasters as her broom would take her.

...

The town was very quiet. Nothing really happening, just people doing their errands, buying goods, coughing (a lot), and going about their day.

Mira didn't really know where to start, But found a hopeful lead as a group of children gathered around, hearing a story from a woman standing in the middle. It was a nice thing to see.

As Mira sat a little farther and listened, after she wrote down as much as she could, she tried to ask the woman some questions.

She started to introduce herself.

“Hi! Hello- I'm Mira, I study culture, folklore, y'know, the stories? I noticed you were-”

“Where are you from?” The woman didn't let her finish. Rude, but Mira didn't want to give a bad first impression.

“Oh- I'm from Willowstead, It's pretty far, but - I came to study some particularly interesting stories that've-”

“You come all the way from Willowstead, for children's stories?” OK, that's just mean.

“Well, uh, you could say that, but to me, they're just so much more than that- They're magical, they're wonderful-”

The woman cut her off, “Witch!”

Was she seriously only talking to her to accuse her of witchcraft? Ok. These people might've had interesting folktales, but unfortunately, they were also crazy.

“What? Why would you say that about me?”

Turns out this wasn't too good of an idea. Turns out the townspeople were very keen of accusing her of witchcraft. (They weren't really wrong, but, y'know.)

“Listen, listen, hear me out, I'm just here to listen to your folklore! I've done nothing wrong!”

“Quiet!” Now they were getting mad.

“But- What did I even do?!”

Mira felt someone grip her hand, tight. Maybe she was actually about to get burned at the stake. For real.

“No! NO! Let me go, let me go right now!”

“You can't do this to me! I didn't do anything!”

...

They'd put her in the jail. It was a cold, single cell, with nothing but brick walls and a cold, dirty floor. She had not but one conversation in this town, and they already wanted to kill her. The walls were covered in all types of written curses, some names.

“MINERVA DIED GRACEFUL” was scratched into the corner wall.

“KIMARI, FOREVER SERVANT OF THE DARK” was written with some ink-like substance Mira didn't want to touch.

“BELARA WUZ BBQ'D HERE SEE U IN HELL” was funny at first, but then made realized that the message was addressed to her. And that all these people were real deal witches, and they were all dead.

Mira considered writing, but what would she even put down?

She took a rock and scrawled

“I WAS ONLY HERE FOR A DAY!”

It was funny for a second, but then reality hit her. She was going to be killed. Really. Killed. Dead. Would her parents ever know? She told an acquaintance where she was going... but would they remember? It was too much for her.

What was she going to do? She couldn't do anything! Was she supposed to just sit here and die? She didn't want to die!

She started to cry. She cried for a pretty long time, until she got tired and, somehow, slept.

...

It was a couple hours later. She'd woken up, been paraded through town, dark, save for bright, hot torches, some held by children. Jeering and chanting were loud in her ears all the way. Maybe this was where they got their entertainment, not their stories.

They'd bound her up tight to half of a log, and placed that log on top of a bunch of firewood. She was half-expecting them to let her down, But then, a torch was thrown, and the whole thing started to go alight. With Mira still on it.

“Haah... Oh my god. No, nonono!”

It was agony already. Just watching the flames creep up menacingly, heat rising, heart sinking...

“Wait... wait! I'm only 19! I'm still in school! I don't even use my magic! I didn't do anything!”

It was getting to the point where this started to hurt. The flames danced at her ankles, And the smoke was already getting to her head.

The flames grew more gradually, Like a wall of fire had been built all around her, closing in, slowly.

“No! I, my family! I need to talk to them!” It's like everything had gone quiet, but the roaring of the flames.

“I can't breathe!”

She could hear her heart beating in her ears, drowning out everything -

It was almost like the ground was shaking beneath her...

Was she dying?

*WOOOOSH!*

In an instant, she felt the strongest wind she'd ever felt ruffle through her hair, the only thing stopping her from being blown away herself was the formerly-on-fire log. She was back to feeling the cold, night air. It was like someone blew her out like a big birthday candle. She was actually really, really cold.

“...huh?”

She looked down at the once-cheering mob all looking utterly horrified, eyes staring up, At something Mira couldn't see. It was night, but Mira could tell a very, VERY long shadow was being cast behind her... and two, bright golden spotlights shone on the crowd.

Eyes of Gold...

Oh god, If she thought burning to death was bad, what was this thing going to do? This was the worst day EVER-

She felt a rope *snap* behind her. Her hands were still bound, but she was off the pyre.

She tried to move, but she wasn't coordinated enough, shivering and bound, and fell forward. But almost instantly, something closed all around her, firm, but comfortable. Warm. A hand. She was being held in one, huge hand. Moving until she was put up into something. Something almost leathery to the touch, close to the chest.

Whatever this thing was, it was holding her in it's pocket. And, to Mira's shock, it spoke - to defend her.

“I've warned you idiots far more times than you've deserved.”

The voice was deep and rough, but not necessarily masculine or feminine. Its defining trait is that it was angry.

Their apologies were almost inaudible through the fabric - muffled, but desperate. The response was furious and immediate. They clearly didn't want to hear it.

"SHUT UP! If I ever see you fucking weirdos do any of this sadist shit again, I will curse you all to death!”

Mira was scared. Scared of everything. They were true. They were real. Everything was extremely confusing, and she had no idea what this person wanted. She shook like a leaf, she couldn't tell if it was because she was cold, scared, or both.

They must've noticed how shaken she was, because they pulled her out of the pocket, into what could only be described as a big, big hug.

“You're gonna be alright.”

—

The girl was so horribly cold. She'd almost just burnt to death, and now she was freezing. Just wonderful.

Taking her back to the house seemed like a good idea, but she guessed she'd be scared half to death - but wasn't she already?

Well, didn't matter now. They'd started on the path already.

...shit. Is she crying? Yeah - she's definitely crying.

“Hey, calm down, you're alright, ok? I'm just gonna take you inside.”

”I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”

“Don't apologize. You haven't done anything.”

”I was really stupid.”

“If you're stupid, I'm a complete idiot.”

That made her laugh. It was cute.

She liked her.

“You have a name?”

”Mira.”

“...Mira.”

What a sweet name.~

I actually found writing this pretty fun even though it's not the best I think it's still cool beans radical pls give me all ur criticism pls and thx

#g/t #g/t community #oc: mira #sfw g/t #g/t stuff #g/t concept #giant/tiny #my writing hehe #oc: sylvia #giant tiny #wlw g/t #new writers on tumblr #first time writing

[copiousloverofcopia]

HERE IT IS! The moment some of you have been waiting for...well maybe not really lol...

Since I completed The Red Dress as promised I have started on one of my promised other new works.....UNDER THE SPELL!

Please be nice I am SO not used to writing for Mary, so I hope its ok!

Mary Goore x OC Piper!

Piper and Mary have been best friends since they first met as children. When Mary and her boyfriend Sid asked her to come along on gigs, Piper thought it was a no-brainer. But as the excitement of the buzzing amps dies down, she realizes she wants more—now if only she can get him to agree.

Chapter 1: Fishnets and Regrets

Also available HERE on AO3!

Eventually will be NSFW below the cut 😈

She was trying her best to stay cool, staving off the tears that relentlessly pricked at her eyes. The sharp-winged cat eyeliner and heavily mascaraed lashes sent a trail of black down her cheeks. A battle lost, but only for a short moment until she could bring herself to carry on. Piper stared into the mirror of another random bar's bathroom, angry at herself for not realizing what she wanted to do with her life sooner. Despite her upset, the show must go on. Knowing that would need to stuff it down before heading out to face them again—her chosen family and partners in crime, Repugnant. 

She had spent the last 6 years of her life traveling with them and when the sounds of humming amps kicked on and the guitars screamed as they were being tuned—she needed to move her ass. Before heading back out, she adjusted her tattered fishnets, that had seen better days, and re-tied her scuffed up black combat boots. They were her favorite—a gift from Mary many years ago. Piper checked the mirror, once more, just to be sure that her mohawk hadn't fallen, before using her foot to kick open the door.  

Her mind was still heavy with anger and hurt. The fight she and Sid had was only a short time ago and it left her feeling heated, like she was roasting from the inside. Now she'd have to go and watch them perform—pissed off but having got her shit together enough to keep the peace. After all, there were still a bunch more gigs to go and the road home, for her, didn’t really exist. 

It was the first time in a long time Piper wished she was somewhere else. Traveling with the four guys and Tom's girl, Annie, had been a dream come true. She lived for the music, the lights of the stage, and the energy from the crowd as the guys performed. Having grown up with Mary and getting close with the rest of them, it was only natural that they all worked so well together. So, when Mary and Sid asked her to tag along while they toured the world, she thought she couldn’t ask for anything more—that was until last week. 

She was late—very late. Her period, which had normally come like clockwork, had decided to give both her and Sid the scare of a lifetime. Both of them in a full-blown panic as the reality of that drunken mishap set in. Sid was pissed, throwing shit around the hourly rate hotel room, spouting comments about her needing to get shit taken care of and him not wanting any damn kids. Piper wasn’t at all surprised at his psychotic meltdown, but what she was surprised about was her reaction to the negative test. In that moment everything changed, and she was, for lack of a better word, conflicted. 

When only one line appeared on the stick, Sid was ecstatic. Jumping up and down acting like a complete and utter fool. Thrilled out of his mind that he had dodged yet another bullet despite his recklessness. Piper was relieved too, in a way. Sid was not necessarily the "fatherly" type, but the idea of having a kid hadn't left her—even a week later. 

That's when the fight happened, and of course it just had to happen before the show. Sid couldn't let things go and give her the space she needed when she told him nothing was wrong. So, with his incessant pushing and Piper's built-up anger, the truth came spilling out like blood from a gushing wound. Not her finest moment to be sure, but she wondered if all of this was what needed to happen.

Things had been rocky for some time with Sid. He was a good man deep down, but definitely immature and Piper was pretty sure his photo was next to "man child" in the dictionary. She loved him, but she knew at this point it was over between them—Piper had figured out she wanted more than just a spot in the tour bus and glorified groupie status with the band. She told Sid she wanted to move on with her life and settle down. And with that revelation, blow up number 1,346 began. Leaving them officially split up and Piper in an awkward place—feeling empty. 

She took in a deep breath before continuing down the hall and stepping out onto the floor, the band playing when she had made her way to the pit. The guitars were drilling into the audience’s skulls and the drums banging hard, vibrating in her chest. The feeling of the music coursing through her, was truly something she'd never get enough of. Piper watched Sid playing his guitar, Tom on drums, Carlos on bass, and of course Mary absolutely slaughtering the vocals. The frustration, hanging itself within her soul, shredding with the sounds of the death metal they came to play. 

The smell of cigarette smoke was heavy in the air and the sticky floor pulled at the bottoms of her boots, but she didn't care. Piper head-banged her way through Draped in Cerecloth and tried to just let go. Her mohawk swinging around and the chains on her belt rattling as she jumped up and down, screaming into the universe and giving every last bit of energy she had to Mary and the guys. Thankfully it was gonna be a great night of music, but also a night she would never forget.

The show was a blast, the crowd losing it over the performance and tearing the place up as they rocked out to what their parents surely referred to as “deafening noise”. As their spot was over, Mary and the guys along with Piper and Annie took the opportunity to throw a few back before heading out for the night. All of them laughing and celebrating another show well done, Piper being a bit less enthusiastic as usual. Mary, taking note that she and Sid had been keeping their distance. 

The bar had now been closed for over an hour and while everyone else minus the stagehands had left to head back to the bus, Piper decided to hang out for some time alone. She sat by herself with a beer in hand and picked at yet another tear in her fishnets, when she saw Mary coming towards her. Fuck , she thought to herself knowing exactly where this was going.  

Mary Goore had been covered in blood since the beginning of the show. Preferring to start things out with a bang. Dripping with it as he raged in sonnets of death and the defiling of corpses. The metallic liquid, now managing to cover his shirt and matted a bit of his hair, but he didn't care. It was another glorious night for him and the guys, though he couldn’t let go of the feeling that things were off with Sid and Piper. 

He felt a connection to her like no other—the best of friends since the cradle. Their families were close from the beginning. When Mary's Dad took off and Piper's parents were killed, they were the ones to help each other hold it together. She had been a staple in his life. A constant he knew he could always count on. Things had been weird lately between her and Sid, that was for sure. And it didn’t take a genius to figure out things were at an all-time low. 

"Pipes? Why aren't you on the bus?" He asked as he slumped down beside her on the edge of the stage. Piper shrugged a bit, taking another swig of her beer to finish it off before speaking. 

"Just didn't feel like it quite yet. I figured I'd wait till everything got packed up and then head over."

"Bullshit." Mary said straight faced and serious toned. He was a bit intimidating after a show, all that blood over his face and the tiniest amount of grumble to his voice—after having pushed it so hard.

"Oh come on. Don't do that thing you do." Piper begged—her words futile. She knew he could sense it, there was definitely something she wasn’t telling him. Piper was surprised that Sid hadn't told him yet about their break up, since he had never known how to keep his mouth shut. 

"You know better sweetness than to lie to my face." He told her as he widened his gaze and tried to lean in closer. Piper pressed her lips together into a tight line and furrowed her brows before dropping her eyes to her lap. Damn Mary for always being right and always knowing when she was hiding something. 

“Sid and I well…we aren’t a thing anymore.” Piper said calmly before looking back over at Mary. His face was filled with disgust, imagining the multitude of things Sid could have done to destroy things with Piper, who had stuck by his ass for so long. 

“What did that rat bastard do now?” Mary growled knowing full well how asinine his friend could be. Piper put her hand on Mary’s shoulder to calm him. It was slick with blood and sweat and some face paint, but nothing she couldn’t handle. Mary grabbed for her hand and gave her a concerned look. 

“No Mare, it’s nothing like that. We just decided that we want different things—I want different things.” Piper explained. 

“Well what the fuck does that even mean?” Mary laughed, though a bit nervously.

“I think this may be the end of the road for me. After the next few gigs, I’m gonna have to figure something out. I got other things I wanna do with my life and being stuck on the bus isn’t it anymore.”

“Where is this coming from? I thought you loved being on tour with us?” Mary asked her, completely confused and honestly more shaken than if it had been only the Sid issue. He didn’t want Piper to leave. Half the time she was the only thing that kept him from going off the deep end. What’s got her ready to run if it ain't Sid , he asked himself. 

“I wanna settle down, take up root somewhere and well that's not gonna happen with Sid or while I’m on the road with you all.” Piper admitted. She and Mary had usually been upfront with each other. Each appreciating the other's candor, saving them from misunderstandings but tonight she was withholding something. And while Piper might have wanted to keep the intimate details of her heartache to herself, Mary would know she was lying before she could speak the words.

“What a pussy.” he snorted, angry with Sid for spurring this whole thing on, thinking to himself anyone would be lucky to be committed to Piper. “Honestly Pipes you are better off without him…but I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you that I want you to stay. Don’t go.”  

“Uh…fuck…Mare that’s not the start.” Piper explained, swallowing back the knot forming in her throat. Now Mary was on red alert. All his senses, buzzing with something big about to come out of Piper’s mouth—and then she said it. 

“I wanna have a baby.” she told him, Mary turning even paler than his face paints. It was only when his stunned stare turned into a dissociated blink, that Piper knew he hadn’t gone catatonic, “Mare?”

“Ah…umm…” he began smearing the blood through his hair as he ran his hand over his head. Clearly still in shock from Piper’s confession, “...what happened to you starting that band? What were you going to call it? Crazy Chrysanthemums or something?” he asked, unable to think of anything else to say in his stupor.  

“It was Wild Violets…That doesn't matter. That was just a fleeting idea.” Piper explained, “You’re missing the point.”

“And this ISN’T a fleeting idea?” Mary continued. 

“No…I honestly hadn’t thought about this kinda thing at all, but we had a scare and well… I can’t stop thinking about it.” Then Mary stood up, beginning to pace the stage as he took in everything his best friend was saying. Her words, hitting him like daggers to the chest.  

“Piper…”

“Yes?” She asked as Mary walked over to her and held out his hand. Waiting for her to take it so he could lift her up onto the stage. Piper gave it to him, quickly getting up on her feet as Mary and her eyes met in what remained of the stage lights. 

“So not a joke…not a fleeting idea?” he asked, already knowing the answer. Pulling at the worn neckline of his Morbid t-shirt.  

“Not a joke I swear.” Piper replied, putting up her hands like some girl scout signaling her pledge to the troop. Mary got quiet again—his eyes dropping away from hers and down to the scratched up remnants of old band stickers and other crap that had adhered to the floor of the stage. “Mare?” she called to him, watching him get lost in thought. 

“Sorry I am still trying to wrap my head around you wanting Sid to be a dad.” Mary jabbed, trying to insert some humor into the situation, but he could tell it only made Piper more upset. 

“Oh come on Pipes you know this whole thing is a little fucked right? Hell, even I'd be a better Dad than..." Mary began when the idea struck Piper like a ton of bricks. One she instantly knew felt right, but oh boy was it going to be a bitch to convince Mary. He could see it—the look in her eye told him she was scheming and now his anxiety went through the roof. “…what are you thinkin’... 

“Mare…here me out. What if you—” Piper barely got out the first words before Mary began pacing around once more, his eyes blown wide and his jaw dragging across the floor. 

"Nope, nope don't like that." Mary said, shaking his head. “No way you’re even considering what I think you are considering.” 

“But Mare…you are my best friend. My other half, I can’t think of anyone else better. I don’t wanna waste my time with some deadbeat guys…not when I have you. Not when I know that you’re perfect.” Piper finished, a newfound energy surging through her. Wondering why she hadn’t thought of this before tonight. Mary was visibly in shock. His mind swirling with the implications of his best friend’s words. Wondering if he was finally losing his mind from all the stress of touring.  

“Perfect for what Pipes?” he asked her, straining against the words he knew were about to leave her lips. 

“I want it to be you. I want you and I…to have a baby.”

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Chapter 9 - She Sells Sanctuary

This chapter contains: action action action, he who should not be named, a mysterious return, angst, and some light smut.

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The wind gushed in strong waves bringing in new coldness with every breath of fresh air. As Gwyn looked for the source of discomfort, she found a small window on the opposite side of the bed made of rock she was sitting on. The cell had rounded walls and a low ceiling. It was made entirely out of grey stone. There was some straw in a corner and a bowl of water. She didn’t know if it was to relieve herself or to hydrate. Either way, she hoped she never had to use it.

The chill only added to the absolute terror she felt. Last night two men destroyed the careful peace Azriel created. She still didn’t know how she ended up in the bed next to him. All she remembered was that horrid man trying to kill Azriel, seeing red with rage, and her stabbing the attacker. 

Then the two remaining males grabbed her, and after that, all she remembered was the cold, and the darkness that overtook every sense. She vowed to never let herself feel that powerless again.

One of the worst moments of her life was followed by one of the best. When she woke, she was embraced by pure warmth and safety. Azriel’s arms found her outside of the sky, to offer her refuge on the ground.

He seemed so distraught that moment after she woke up. 

Did her almost dying cause that? She suspected he cared about her by his silent promised presence every time she needed him. How he looked at her with an intensity as if nothing else existed in the world. 

But he never said anything that indicated he wanted more than a friendship, and she had no idea how any of this worked. 

He just came out of a relationship with Elain. 

She didn’t know how he was with other females. 

Maybe it was merely wishful thinking on her part. To let herself believe he could want her.

But maybe she was overthinking this just like she did with everything else in her life. They did almost kiss.

None of that could matter now. 

She needed to get back to Azriel. 

She needed to know if he was okay.

Azriel woke just before they entered, his shadows must have warned him. He jumped out of bed faster than Gwyn thought possible and threw a knife into one of the attackers’ throats. He was too late as the other hooded figure spoke strange words, and his shadows dropped to the floor, then Azriel fell with a hard thud, right where he stood.

“Shadowsinger” she yelled in terror.

"Azriel?" She whispered. Hoping with every fiber in her being he would respond to his name. She knew how much he enjoyed her saying it. Maybe he would become so pleased it broke whatever spell was put on him.

But it didn’t do anything. The enchanting continued, Gwyn tried to fight back by summoning that fire deep within her. She could feel it but just as always, it slipped out of her fingers just as she came close. 

She grabbed a dagger strapped on Azriel’s body and aimed for the attacker. Gwyn dove in front of Azriel who laid unconscious on the floor. He might not be able to protect them, but she could. And she would die before she would give up on him, on herself.

“How are you still standing” the attacker grumbled. 

His annoyance seemed to enact another part of his plan. The strange words turned into a melodic tune, and it went from her ears directly into her being.

She was starting to feel sleepy. The feeling of powerlessness overtook her again. She tried to fight it. But it was too late. He won.

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She attempted extremely hard to not let her mind overtake her body. She quietly whispered “I am the rock against which the surf crashes. Nothing can break me.” 

She repeatedly reminded herself she was not in Sangravah. 

These men touched her because they abducted her, they did not take off her clothes. They did not force themselves upon her. They even gave her clothes. 

They did not take advantage of her body when she was unconscious, she would have felt it. She would have felt it.

Then thoughts of Azriel returned. And a new panic set in her body. 

Did they kill him? 

Did they hurt him? 

She had never seen his shadows that motionless. They always seemed to dance around her. If the males had that effect on his shadows, what could they have possibly done to Azriel? 

She couldn’t let herself go down that route. 

He was okay. It was Azriel. 

Somewhere in her body she knew Azriel didn’t die in that room, but she needed to see him, feel him, to be sure. To do that she needed to get out of here first.

The strange men took her and kept her in some kind of a strange cell with one window, which looked out into a steep cliff. Water was rushing in silent waves underneath it. It seemed as if the building she was kept in stood at the center of some kind of lake? 

She could hear birds and howling. Gwyn hoped with all her heart the sound belonged to Den. She could use a compliment and a way out of this strange place.

The floor was damp and cold. A chilled brush of air kissed her arm and a shiver ran down her back from the coldness. She could hear the wind rustling, and a river flowing?

“Where is she?” an ominous voice said eerily calm from outside the corridor Gwyn was being held.

“You absolute incompetent idiots.” A thunder rustled throughout the hallway. The sound burst into Gwyn’s eardrums, leaving a ringing sound in its wake.

She could hear bodies drop to the ground.

The door handle moved. It rattled shaking up and down as if the person had to go through great trouble to bring movement to the ancient lock.

“Ah. There we go.” Click

The door opened at the sound. “So much power and a door troubles me so. It adds some humor to the situation, don’t you think, precious, precious Gwyneth? The ghoulish voice said from the darkened hallway. Gwyn could only see a dark shape.

“Who are you?” Gwyn could only think to ask.

“They call me the Light Lord. You may call me Koschei.” He said as he stepped into the cell.

Gwyn had heard stories about the male whose light shone so bright he should not be named. She accidentally stumbled upon an old text that referenced his name in one of her library lessons. When she asked her mother about it, she turned as pale as ice and told her to never repeat that name out loud again. 

On especially dark nights, villagers would talk about the immortal being with immense power from another dimension. Whose powers were so great, no living being knew the scope of it, but everybody feared them all the same. He had an army of servants, both loyal and spelled, who acted on his every command. 

He was spelled to a lake which prevented him from leaving. His army was therefore crucial in his pursuit of power.

The light that now entered the cell revealed an older male with a stare that she could only describe as pure death. He had quite muscular arms, yet his fingers looked like bones. As if only a thin layer of flesh adorned his frame. His long beard was as white as snow, and so long it reached his stomach. All the hair seemed concentrated on his face because his gold crown adorned a bald head.

The thing that terrified Gwyn most about his presence was not his frightening physical appearance, but the seemingly complete lack of a soul. Gwyn could not base this on anything other than a feeling deep within her being. As if the connection she felt with everybody around her, was lacking completely in the figure standing before her. As if, despite his name, light did not reach his essence. 

She wished he would have remained in the dark.

“I am happy to see my males provided you with some clothes. But I am ashamed to see in which part of my castle they put you.” The males who abducted Gwyn gave her an old guard's green uniform. It was so big two people could fit in them, but she was incredibly grateful to not be in her undergarments.

“I can assure you, they have been dealt with.” His smile unveiled strangely sharp teeth. As if they evolved to make perfect weapons.

“And who will deal with you? You were the one who ordered my capture, if I understand correctly.” She said in her most death-defying tone. She tried to change her stance to meet her tone.

He laughed. Like a proper belly laugh that seemed to originate from his toes. The bizarre sound sent shivers down her spine.

She did not let it deter her from her ambitious courage. 

It took all her strength not to cower into the corner. Every fiber in her being screamed danger. 

To get as far away as possible.

That was not possible, so she would do the next best thing: play the game.

“Why am I here?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he said as he shook his head. The gold crown on his head did not move an inch.

“One thing at a time, dear Gwyneth.”

She began to hate her full name with a passion.

“Please allow me the pleasure of escorting you to your real room.”

As they walked through the small stone corridor lined with doors on both sides, they had to step over the bodies of the two dead males. Their bodies had red marks that looked like trees. At the end of one branch, she could see a mark of the sun. Both bodies seemed to have it in different places. Despite the brutal murder, they looked peaceful. 

She could hear whimpering noises coming from behind the many doors. Pleading for help. Behind one of the doors was a beautiful female with red curly hair. Despite the lack of natural lighting, her skin was golden brown with freckles. Her eyes were a cerulean blue. She reminded Gwyn of herself. 

The female stared at Koschei in the same way Gwyn hoped she beheld their imprisoner. Gwyn tried to look at the female with an expression that said I will come back for you.

Koschei walked with his head held high as he guided them towards a spiral staircase that led them out of one source of despair, into what Gwyn was sure would be a new cause for misery. 

When they reached the top, Koschei waved his hand, as if authorizing the entrance through some kind of signal. The door revealed an excessively ornate hallway. Chandeliers adorned the high ceilings. Extravagant wallpaper disguised the terror that lurked underneath. Tables stood under portrait paintings of Koschei in various battles.

The second staircase was located at the end of the lavish corridor. 

Smart, Gwyn thought, this way, every guest received a lesson in Koschei’s victories before they were shown to their rooms. 

Upstairs a giant open space contained what she counted to be eight rooms. Her room was at the end of the corridor, next to two giant golden doors. That must be his room, he didn’t seem the modest type. 

He wanted to keep her close. Also smart.

‘Her’ room contained a single bed with a hideous canopy encapsulating it. The bed linen had the same color as the awning and the wallpaper. 

Interesting style choice, she thought, but smartly kept to herself. 

One bedside table housed a set of books and a nightshade. A giant rug divided the room into equal parts. And an opaque dressing screen stood right in front of the enormous wardrobe. Several green dresses dangled from its left side.

“I would love it if you accompanied me to dinner tonight.” He said as he directed her into the room.

All Gwyn could think of was ‘gross’ and ‘one of these hideous objects should be able to be used as a weapon’. 

She would rather starve than join Koschei for dinner, besides, who knew if he didn’t poison the food.

“Thank you for the invitation, but I’m rather tired from the travels. Maybe tomorrow? When I’ve had the chance to regain my energy.” 

Play the game, she thought. 

And she was not planning on being there tomorrow anyway. What was one empty promise in the pursuit of survival?

He looked her up and down, her body shivered at the critical inquiry. “I trust you are speaking the truth. Because if you lie to me Gwyneth, not even the prophecy can save you.”

That sentence sent the ground moving underneath her. Shaking her body and her mind.

The prophecy? What did she have to do with the prophecy? Was that why she was here? Why they left Azriel behind?

“Is that why you left Azriel? Because you think I have something to do with the prophecy?” Her eyes betrayed nothing. Not the fear she felt for the male she had become so accustomed to, nor the affection she secretly held for him.

“You mean that spy that mysteriously shows up in every village we lustrate?” He said with genuine interest in his eyes. 

Koschei saw the shock in her eyes and decided to deepen the crack in her defenses. “The one that was in Sangravah?”

The floor disappeared from underneath her feet completely now. The world she started to build was swept away by the tidal wave of new information.

He was there? He spent so much time with her and he never mentioned it? Why would he lie to her?

She felt betrayed in a way she didn’t know if she had the right to. He didn’t owe her information, he didn’t even owe her the truth. They hadn’t established anything in their relationship, not even their friendship, but she couldn’t stop the hurt she felt deep inside her body. 

Ever since she was a young girl, brutal honesty was always more important to her than beautiful deception. It provided her a certain peace when she knew exactly where she stood. That she could trust the person for their words and did not have to spend energy guessing some hidden meaning or unsaid words.

Azriel was always so honest in his actions, she mistakenly thought this extended to his communication too. 

Maybe he never had the opportunity and he didn’t want to hurt her. 

She decided to try and put her feelings aside until she could ask him about it directly. Honesty went both ways and she intended to at least hold herself to it.

Space cleared in her brain. Did he say ‘lustrate’ as in ceremonial sacrifice? Was that what he believed he achieved in Sangravah and all the other towns? When he killed those innocent children? Purification?

Anger like none she ever felt before hit her body as she said: “you killed those children, my sister, because of some stupid prophecy?” 

Koschei smiled, as he recited another part of the prophecy:

“First of her sort Last of her name Females are rare in autumn court Whoever lays claim Has eternal fame By ending the land”

He said with a self-contended smile. 

Absolute evil she thought, as she said “you bastard.”

Then she stopped to think. She had never heard that part of the prophecy. 

Was she the female that the text referred to? 

That couldn’t be. She didn’t even have powers.

Did Azriel know? She quietly added it to her mental list of things to talk about after she found her way out of this death castle.

“It was quite the puzzle.” He continued in that eerie voice. 

“We looked everywhere for you.”

“Then you went into Bryaxis, and everything finally made sense. I was there you know.” 

“It was quite the revelation.”

“Dearest Gwyn, how long I have waited for you.” 

This was bad. Very bad. If he really thought she was the chosen one, she did not want to find out what that could possibly mean for the world. And for her.

She needed to get out, she needed to get out FAST.

 “You’ve given me a lot to think about.” She tried her very hardest to channel Nesta. She had always admired the impenetrable strength she projected.

“I’ll do it in my room.”

She didn’t wait for an answer, she tried to stop her body and voice from shaking, as she turned her back towards the Male Who Should Not Be Named.

When she finally returned to her room, she closed the door and removed all the clothes inside the wardrobe to push it in front of her door.

She assessed the room once more. This time not for weapons but something far more valuable: a way out.

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Azriel POV

His head throbbed as if fifty elephants tried to fit inside his skull. His shadows flitted in and out of his vision like they were trying to catch his attention. Which didn’t make sense because he was the only person in the world they could communicate with through sound.

“What is it!”

GWYN! his shadows screamed.

Everything that transpired during the night rushed back into him at once.

The Sun assholes breaking into the room, his shadows falling to the ground, Gwyn protecting him, the primal fear he felt for the female sacrificing her life for his, and then… darkness.

He jumped up as he immediately commanded his shadows “find her!”

“NOW”

Fear overtook every sense. 

“Not now. Please not now”, he pleaded to every force that would listen.

His hands started to sweat, his heart seemed to beat out of his chest, and oxygen seemed in too short supply.

Focus, focus, FOCUS, he forced his mind to take control over his body.

It had no effect, his mind seemed farther away than ever.

The harder he fought against it, the worse it seemed to get.

What other option did he have? Fighting was all he knew.

Breathe, shadowsinger.

What was that advice? He was breathing, he was trying very hard to breathe.

You need to breathe slower. Focus on five things you can see.

What is this bullshit? He did not have time for this. He just needed to work harder and fight whatever was happening.

Just DO IT.

Alright, alright. He sat down on the chair and looked around the room. He focused on everything outside himself.

Bed, chair, table, window, wardrobe. Done.

Four things you can touch.

Strange, but okay. He looked around the room again. This time he also took himself into account.

His hair, the wood of the chair, his skin, the pillow on the bed.

Three things you can hear.

His senses started to come back slowly. Maybe his shadows were on to something. He would silently thank them later. He focused on his ears now, on everything affecting sound in his surroundings.

The mountain air that rushed past the window. The horses in front of the Inn. His heavy breathing.

Two things you can smell.

His hands stopped tingling now. There was a musty odor in the room as if the room had existed longer than time itself. He could also smell his cologne now, he wore it especially for Gwyn, it was something the shop lady called ‘night-chilled mist and cedar’, he hoped she liked it. He hoped she could smell it many many more times.

One thing you can taste.

He had coffee brought to their room, to aid his mission to stay awake as long as possible. The taste never left his mouth. Not like Gwyn.

Gwyn…

“Have you found her?”

We lost the trail on a path just north of the Inn. It’s as if they vanished into thin air.

“They can winnow?” 

That was a problem. That widened the scope they could have taken her from a day’s track, to everywhere.

But he could winnow too, he only needed to know where to: “search whole damn Prythian until you find her. And don’t come back until you do.”

One shadow stayed behind, the rest all glided on the morning air into the world beyond.

He had his senses and mind back. “Thank you” he silently said to the remaining shadows.

They moved up and down saying: you’re welcome, shadowsinger. 

Even without a face to examine, he could feel the smugness radiate from them. 

Why did they take her and leave him behind- alive? And how did they knock him out? He had never seen his shadows so weakened before.

His mind went through every possible scenario. 

They needed her for information. But that didn’t make sense, he had more information on enemies, Helmerra, and battles in his satchel alone.

They wanted to finish the job they started at the river. But then he would have been killed.

They wanted to do to Gwyn what those assholes did in Sangravah. His body became cold. And a shiver went through his whole being.

His mind immediately shut that thought down, he could not think about that for even one second. Anger overtook all his senses. Which was quickly followed by intense fear. He needed to find Gwyn, fast.

As if summoned by the Cauldron itself, his shadows returned: we found her, shadowsinger.

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Den found Gwyn first and alerted his shadows immediately. Den was patrolling the forest after the attack and sensed Gwyn’s presence nearby. She stood guard ever since. Never leaving her side. Azriel was never more grateful for her than at that moment.  

The castle was located to the east of Helmerra, half a day's track from the Inn. It was hidden inside the forest. The castle was made of grey rock, and stood in the center of a lake, a long bricked bridge connected the forest with the castle. It was surrounded by a mist that enhanced the ominous general atmosphere.

His shadows transported him just outside the forest ring. It provided him with the perfect vantage point to devise a plan, whilst mainlining cover behind the densely concealed forest.

How could he infiltrate the stronghold that stood before him, without putting Gwyn more at risk?

At that moment something in the water moved. Strong ripples of waves reflected the presence of a huge creature under the lake’s surface.

Azriel immediately took up a fighting stance. Would something go right today?

A strange blue creature popped its head out of the greyish-green water. 

The light revealed dark blue scales and grey eyes, Azriel couldn’t describe why, but it looked kind. The creature had a long snout, and no ears, as it started to swim a large thin tail was uncovered.

The water dragon made some kind of noise Azriel could only describe as a musical growl. 

At the sound, a window opened up somewhere on the right side of the enormous building. Copper hair flowed out of the opening, and a beautiful freckled face he profoundly missed whisper yelled to the creature below “BLUE.”

Gwyn.

What was she doing? Was she jumping out of the window? It was a 20 feet drop at least.

Over Azriel’s dead body. 

Instinct overtook rationality as he winnowed just in front of her window.

But Gwyn was faster when she jumped out of the window into the large body of water below. The impact would kill her, what was she thinking?

Azriel winnowed into empty space, as he started to fall into the void below, luckily his wings saved him from gravity.

He dived straight below, in a futile attempt to catch Gwyn. Again, he was too late.

She fell too fast into the water below.

Time seemed to slow down.

The crash from that height would kill her instantly.

The creature he now learned was named ‘Blue’, turned its giant body around so that it laid on its back, and Gwyn fell right into its exposed stomach. Bouncing a little as its fins wrapped around her body.

He heard her say “you can talk?”

Rare silence overtook her.

Azriel descended to face Gwyn eye to eye as he said in a whisper tone “Blue is your sarcan, Gwyn.”

She whispered “you’re my sarcan. Of course it was you. You were always with me.”

A silent tear ran down her cheek. “You both came for me.”

“Of course I did. I’ll always come for you.” The strong sense of devotion he felt should scare him, but all he could feel was calmness. Until the sense of relief in the air seemed to shift at her next words: 

“Blue please take me to shore.” 

Azriel flew just behind Blue and followed her to shore. 

Gwyn jumped off Blue in a practiced way as if she’d done it a hundred times before.

They stood face to face, a breath apart. 

He stepped closer, wanting to touch her, to feel her, to assure his body she was okay. She was really here. Just one step away.

As he came closer, she took a step back. 

Not good.

“Gwyn we should get out of here fast.”

“I know. I need to ask something first.”

Azriel's stomach dropped. This couldn’t be good. What happened in there, did they hurt her? Depending on the next words out of her mouth he silently vowed to torture everybody who touched her until they couldn’t remember their own names. He would inflict so much damage they could barely linger to the final thread of life only for him to burn the building to the ground, leaving them to suffer until their final breath. He would enjoy every second of it too.

Instead, she said: “were you there? In Sangravah?”

Shit, shit, shit. He knew this would bite him in the ass one day. He just didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

Panic set in his veins. Setting aflame every nerve ending. His heart beat faster again. His mind tried to find any excuse to make it right.

It came up blank.

As if every rational thought escaped him at the question out of her mouth.

He remained silent.

“Azriel, did you know?”

The mention of his name brought him back to earth.

“Yes.”

She stepped forward again now, but not for an embrace. Instead, she hit his chest. Hard.

Punch after punch followed that initial blow. She almost knocked him to the ground with the emotion packed into every punch. It was as if everything that transpired in the last couple of days culminated in these punches.

He took it. If this was how he could help her. He would take every expression of emotion that her words could not express.

“I was sent on a mission to help fight the Sun Sages.” It was the first time he used their actual name.”

Gwyn stopped hitting. Her hands remained on his chest. Reveling in a different comfort.

Azriel was glad for the contact. For a chance to explain himself.

“They were attacking village after village, so my legion started tracking them. We hoped we could prevent attacks instead of the constant reacting previous troops undertook.”

“We were wrong.”

“They were always one step ahead of us.”

“Sangravah was no exception.” He said with downturned eyes.

“I tried to save them.” He said as his voice caught. I tried to save you. He thought.

Was this the moment he also told her about how he saved her? Would he allow her worst moment to be eternally connected to him? 

After everything that happened to them in the last days, would this be the final straw that prevented them from ever really starting?

Would she still be able to look at him? After he told her he was the reason her twin did not survive?

After all, he was the reason Catrin died and those horrible men got their hands on Gwyn. It was all his fault. He arrived too late. If he just arrived one minute earlier…

No, he decided.

He would not be the reason she would be in more pain. Not today.

“I’m sorry Gwyn.” 

“My missions are restricted. Even this information puts you at risk.”

“I can’t be the reason you’re hurt.” Tears formed at the corners of his eyes.

“I won’t” his voice caught again. Not again, he thought.

Gwyn took his exposed hands in hers. She remained silent for longer than Azriel thought he could take.

“I understand.” She finally said as she took the sides of his face in her hands. Forcing him to look into her eyes.

“Just don’t lie to me again Azriel.”

“I don’t know what this is yet. But I need to be able to trust you.”

“I don’t…”

“I can’t…”

He placed his scarred hands over hers as he said, “you can, Gwyn.”

And he believed it, with all his heart. He would tell her everything.

Just not today.

As they stared into each other’s eyes, he wished he was better with words. That he could convey everything his heart was telling him.

He wished words could express how her eyes reminded him of home.

How her presence put him at ease, in a world where he always needed to be on guard.

How she seemed to get him. Really get him. 

Everybody was fooled by his enigmatic persona, but not her, she always saw straight through him.

His shadows seemed to dance in her presence, she seemed to like them almost as much as they liked her. To him, it proved how she accepted every part of him. All the parts he showed her, and all the parts he perhaps could never show.

His mouth could perhaps not convey everything he felt with words, he hoped he could communicate everything he felt in another way.

He stepped closer into her grasp. He lowered his head so that their eyes were level.

He stared into her eyes, hoping to find a shared hunger.

His eyes slid down her face, to find her luscious lips. 

Ones he wanted to taste for a very long time.

Fire surged through him. Emptying all the emotions he felt earlier, to replace them with pure desire. He wanted this moment for so long.

His hand moved to the side of her throat, and he pulled her as close as their bodies allowed. It still didn’t seem enough. It was never enough.

They shared a breath as his lips moved to hers.

When his lips found hers, she seemed to hold her breath.

He moved away, to look into her eyes again.

“Why did you stop,” she said slightly annoyed.

He smiled and placed a chaste kiss on her nose.

Then her left cheek. 

Her right cheek.

The top of her head.

Her chin.

And both corners of her mouth.

He pushed some of her hair behind her pointed ears and moved that same hand to the back of her neck. 

He pulled her closer again so he could hungrily place his lips on hers. 

Her lips kissed him back firmly and just as hungrily. As if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time too.

Intense heat radiated from the shared point of contact straight to his soul.

She tasted like cinnamon and autumn wind. Even better than he imagined.

Time ceased to exist, as they explored each other’s lips.

His tongue caressed her mouth. Silently asking for permission.

She opened her mouth, allowing him in.

As their tongues found each other it sent a whole different feeling directly towards his cock.

“Gwyn…” he attempted to move back a little bit. He didn’t want to overwhelm her with the intense lust he was feeling. 

He was panting hard.

She made a disgruntled noise as she took his lips between her teeth in reaction. Pulling him back with a little force.

He was in trouble. So much trouble.

His hands moved down towards her hips. His need to have her as close to him as possible overwhelmed him.

His hands started roving her body hungrily, desperately.

When the kiss deepened, so did his desire. He didn’t think he could get any more turned on. But the longer they continued, the more thoughts left his brain. Only to be replaced by carnal desire.

His cock was straining his pants.

His tongue became flaming hot as he tasted every part of Gwyn. He prayed this moment would stretch into eternity.

His heart seemed to beat at an even beat to hers. They stood so close now the whole world ceased to exist.

Then that melodic growl brought him back down.

Gwyn stepped back a bit. Azriel already missed her presence. His lips were swollen and his desire was at a crescendo. He needed to feel her again. He needed to taste her again.

Silent communication seemed to take place between Gwyn and her newfound sarcan.

“Blue is right.” Gwyn looked equally breathless as apologetic.

“We should get to safety,” Gwyn muttered.

Shock hit Azriel instantly. Gwyn was captured in the building behind them moments ago, they were so distracted they forgot danger lurked only inches away.

“Can Blue survive outside the water?” Azriel quickly asked.

“Yes.”

A moment later, Blue was dropped into the sea by his shadows, whilst Azriel held Gwyn in his arms as they flew just above the blue ocean.

The color that reminded him of home. The home that was now in his hands.

And everything seemed a little bit brighter than it did yesterday.

#gwyn x azriel #acotar fanfiction #a court of silver flames #gwyneth berdara #acotar #acotar alternate universe #gwyn acosf #azriel shadowsinger #gwynriel #ao3 fanfic

[okwritingandpain]

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da: The Beatles x Reader

Chapter 20

Today was the day. She was going home...forever. She felt like crying. The others were as happy as ever, but they all shared the same mind set. Would they ever see each other again? The band planned to continue their careers in the way they had planned...just without her.

"We'll get to see you again, right?" George asked, tuning his guitar. She nodded, feeling a sense of loneliness and heartbreak. She truly loved them all and leaving them was proving to be a challenge. They had serenaded her in gifts which she had no idea how those were going to travel with her.

"We will...I've got a feeling." Paul smirked at her. John and Ringo were racing around her apartment. Ringo was a slippery devil as his height gave him an advantage. He escaped into the bathroom and locked the door as John banged on the door. Y/N snickered as a knock came on the door. She turned around and opened it to see--

"Scott? Shirley?" She was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the two. Scott held a large smile on his face as Shirley rolled her eyes.

"I know that you took a break from the job and I heard you were moving, so I thought I would see you off." He said, walking into the apartment. The entire band stopped messing about and glared at Scott. It seemed their distaste for him was still present.

"Hello, Scott." John hissed, leaving the door for Ringo to pop his head out of the bathroom. Y/N knew that John especially didn't like Scott. He would always say how strange Scott was and that Y/N should quit and join the band.

"I can't stay too long--"

"Good." The band said in unison. Y/N and Shirley both wanted to laugh, but thought otherwise.

"As I was saying...I can't stay too long, but I wanted to say goodbye." He gave Y/N a hug and Shirley nodded to her. She was flustered by his action, but the rest of the band just surrounded her defensively.

"Goodbye, Scott." John waved him away, but Y/N hit John's hand in response.

"We have to travel, so do you have any water or--"

"Nope!" George responded, "Just fags and sorbet." Y/N glared at George.

"We don't have either of those!" She replied, but the band covered her mouth. Scott and Shirley looked confused. "Just come in." Y/N walked to the kitchen to grab a glass. The band groaned as they moved their instruments for them to sit down. Y/N smiled as she poured the water. The band were trying to make conversation with the two lovers.

"It's spelled, B-E-A-T-L-E-S." Ringo explained. John was staring Scott down like a cat to a mouse. Paul on the other hand was trying to aid Ringo in explaining the band's name. George snuck into the kitchen to talk to her.

"This is agonizing! Can we please leave or kick them out!" George pleaded, but Y/N shook her head.

"Be nice, Georgie. They are our guests....actually you all are my guests, but..." She shrugged, bringing the waters to the couple. They accepted them gratefully.

"Thank you my dear, you are so kind." Scott smiled, taking a sip. Y/N sat next to John and patted him on the shoulder.

"Lighten up." She whispered, making John look at her with surprise.

"It's not exactly easy." He muttered. She chuckled quietly as Paul argued with Scott about the best Elvis album. George came back from the kitchen with water for the rest of the group before he crawled back behind where John adn Y/N were sitting. He stayed hidden as best he could.

"It seems only yesterday that we met, Y/N. I'm sure these four feel the same way." Scott remarked. She blushed. The band gave mixed reactions and Paul spit out his drink at the mention of yesterday. Everyone stared at him.

"I thought I was choking." He lied, setting the glass down. The band gave a nervous smile.

"Were you practicing here?" Scott pointed to George's guitar.

"Well, you could call it practicing--" John was cut off by Y/N.

"Yes, they were. Would you like to hear them play?"

"Y/N!" The band shouted as she laughed. Scott and SHirley looked at them expectantly.

"Fine..." John grunted, standing up to grab his guitar. "What are we playing boys?"

"I wrote a song about an octopus!" Ringo shouted.

"Anybody else!?" John ignored Ringo.

"Let's play Girl!" Paul suggested and everyone nodded, but Ringo looked a bit disappointed.

"Wait, we're not playing it here, right. You were practicing quietly we don't--"

"Oh, stop, Y/N. You're not staying here for long! You'll be alright!" John smirked. Everyone nodded to each other. Scott shifted forward in his seat.

"Is there anybody going to listen to my story?" John began to sing as the band played. Y/N watched Scott. "All about the girl who came to stay?" His eyes flicked to Shirley. "She's the kind of girl. You want so much, it makes you sorry. Still you don't regret a single day. Ah, girl, girl." John looked at Y/N as he sang. Scott seemed to notice this as he turned to Y/N, curiously.

"When I think of all the times, I tried so hard to leave her. She will turn to me and start to cry. And she promises the earth to me. And I believe her. After all this time I don't know why. Ah, girl, girl." Y/N joined the band and Shirley looked at her in awe. John smiled.

"She's the kind of girl who puts you down. When friends are there. You feel a fool. When you say she's looking good. She acts as if it's understood. She's cool, ooh, ooh, ooh. Girl, girl, girl." The rest of the band dang John's part with them. "Was she told when she was young. That pain would lead to pleasure?. Did she understand it when they said. That a man must break his back. To earn his day of leisure? Will she still believe it when he's dead?. Ah, girl, girl, girl. Ah, girl, girl." They finished the song and the couple applauded them.

"Riveting." Shirley spoke for the first time since she'd been here. "It's a shame that you five won't be singing together again." Y/N hadn't thought of that. It seemed the rest of the band hadn't thought of that either.

"I guess so." George whispered. Paul patted him on the back.

"We'll sing together...in spirit." Paul said, giving him a hug. They laughed as John and Ringo joined them. They turned to Y/N who blushed as she joined the hug. Scott came over too.

"Not you, Scott!" They snapped and he walked backwards. Basking in the hug for just a little longer, they gave each other playful punches.

"I'm really going to miss you guys." She whispered. They laughed as Scott and Shirley sat there awkwardly. 

"We're going to miss you too." Paul said. 

"Always." Ringo added. 

"All the time." George continued. 

"Everywhere we go." John finished, breaking the hug. 

"I guess we should head out." Scott said. Y/N nodded as the stolled over to the door. The band smiled at his words and Shirley gave Y/N hug. "See you someday." Scott waved goodbye as they closed the door behind them. 

"No more Scott!" The band cheered, flopping onto the couch. Y/N let out a giggle. 

"Alright, guys. I think it's time to get back to work." She said. 

"What!? We just had to deal with Scott for like an hour!" John snapped. Y/N glared at him. 

"You mean twenty minutes." She smirked. John rolled his eyes.

"Twenty minutes too many." He mumbled to himself. Y/N moved her stuff to a corner of the room. She had a small box of stuff she was taking with her (if she could) back to the future. The rest was going with the boys unless no one wanted something and that thing would be thrown out. George had taken most of her kitchen supplies, Ringo took her albums, Paul took the piano, and John took almost everything else from books to a random pencil. It was heartwarming to know they cared so much about her. She hoped to see them again in the future. It would be maybe a couple months at the most, but for them it would be decades. 

"Is that it?" She asked Ringo who was setting the last of Y/N's now John's books near the door. They all looked around and nodded. Her heart sank. She didn't want it to end. They didn't want it either. 

"Are you ready?" George asked, rubbing his arm. 

"Honestly, no." She sighed. They all exchanged a glance. 

"Would you want to stay one more night?" He asked. Y/N smiled. 

"Just one more?" 

"Just one more." She ran over and hugged each of them. One more night and she would be gone, but now she got to be around them for a little longer. Just a little longer. 

"Can we read your story?" Paul asked. The others bounced up and down with excitement. 

"I think that can be arranged." She smirked as she pulled out her manuscript. 

#paul mccartney #paul mccartney x reader #george harrison #george harrison x reader #john lennon #john lennon x reader #ringo starkey #ringo starkey x reader #ringo starr #ringo starr x reader #the beatles #beatles fic #fanfic #beatles fanfiction #beatles fandom #time travel #cross posted on ao3 #wattpad

[rosered282]

Dragon Age Absolution!

Beware of Spoilers! And Dragons! Under this read more

Somehow Meredith Stannard has returned

*cue groaning from the entirety of Kirkwall*

I thought the show was cool, could’ve def benefited from a longer run time to give us more time to get to know the characters, especially Miri and Hira’s relationship given that at the end we’re expected to be fully invested in it and feel as betrayed as Miri but… nope! I’m just kinda meh about it (as opposed to when Miri and Qwydion hugged that had me melting)

Genuinely hoping that they don’t have Miri get back together with the woman who tried to sell her back into slavery (even if it was only “temporary” using Hira’s own words) because that’s a big yikers island moment.

I was mostly invested in the other members of the group, Roland, Lacklon, Qwydion, and of course our tragic Fairbanks (rip you fine Orleasian, I am so sad about your death). Mostly because of their personalities and how well they meshed together, Roland and Lacklon stole the show for me, that dip was *fans self*.

I did very much enjoy Miri’s arc of confronting her past and coming to terms with her brothers death, it was great and I loved the scene between her and her brother, the acting there was great.

Tevinters be vinting, the guy failed his harrowing and only survived because his mother forced the demon out of him and into the body of Neb, I was not surprised when he did blood magic he went off the deep end (also because of Miri’s rejection of him calling her his family when she was really his property but I’m not gonna psychoanalyze Rezaren, we’ll save that for never). Tassia was really cool! We’ve never seen a Tevinter Templar before and it was interesting to see how compared to southern templars they don’t seem to do much fighting at all. Tessia really did appear like the most battle hardened out of all the other templars there (as befits her Knight Commander status), or were those just recruits?

The animation when it came to fighting and doing magic was great, the blood magic especially was amazing and I can’t help but imagine what my own characters look like while doing these cool spells without the limits of a game engine. The only part it was kind of off with was when the dragon showed up, very jarring 3d animation there, it didn’t blend well for me.

Of course there’s also the extra lore bits we got!! The fact that the person that made the circulum was a Pavus?? Did NOT slip my attention BioWare, Dorian told the inquisition about this artifact I know it!! Only a bit sad that Rolland, Lacklon, and Qwydion disrupted the ritual at the end because I wanted to see what happened next. Oh and the spirit of Wisdom having those eyes that are the same as the wolf that’s behind Solas all the time 👀 I see you BioWare. Also the connection between Qwyndion and the dragon 😭, 

A little bit miffed on the Meredith reveal honestly, like… is she just under Kirkwall? Hanging out with a bunch of red templars? How has she been running a whole espionage thing underground with them and Varric, who is Viscount of Kirkwall and also knows almost everything going on there, just has no idea??? (Especially when we know her body is still in the Gallows, does Varric just let her chill there? “Yeah don’t mind the red templars rowing to the gallows, it’s just Meredith trying to start a war again” What's going on???) I know it’s bait for a season 2 but like… can no antagonist Hawke kills stay dead???

Also mad about Fairbanks’s death, he was a fav side character, a good man that wanted to do right by his people and he dies thousands of miles from home by a traitor, who will probably end up being redeemed I guess idk.

Anyways those are my rambling thoughts, stay tuned for more if Netflix decides not to can it after this one season. 6.5-7/10

#dragon age #dragon age absolution #dragon age absolution spoilers #daa #Miriam dragon age #Hira dragon age #roland dragon age #lacklan dragon age #qwydion dragon age #fairbanks dragon age #rezaren ammosine #Rezaren I knew you were gonna be a bad guy but why did they have to give you a design that I'm weak for #makes you even more of a bitch #BioWare back at again with the don't trust mages rhetoric lmao #feel free to chat with me if you wanna talk about the show #I noticed not a lot of people are talking about it so thought I'd put my thoughts out there

[animeweebart]

Tattoo artist Kirishima x coffee barista Bakugou

Part 1 The beginning of a friendship

once again thank you YaLocalFanFicAddict for helping with my poor grammar and giving me ideas like having Bakugou be deaf. I hope you enjoy the fanfic and stay tuned for part 2 Get to know the family

Bakugou’s POV

It was a regular boring day at the shop. The loud sound of the coffee machine, names were called, every now and then there was yelling at Karen’s, and taking everyone’s detailed orders nearly made my head spin. The most recent order was a latte caramel frappe with a blueberry muffin. Every order was different, and the people just kept coming…and coming. Minutes felt like hours. 11:25, just five more minutes and I can go on break. The next customer that came in had tattoos covering his arms and trailing up his neck. His hair was dyed red, and he looked to be around my age. You could say his voice didn’t match his appearance, because it caught me off guard when he spoke.

“Can I have a caramel iced latte with a chocolate muffin?” His voice was so gentle and soft.

“A-And a name for that order?” I tried to stay focused. Why was I hoping that he would still be here when I went on break?

“Eijiro. E-I-J-I-R-O. Many people don’t know how to spell it right,” he laughed.

I was honestly glad he spelled it out, because I wouldn’t have got it right. He paid for his order and sat at one of the tables and pulled out his iPad and an electronic pen. It looked like he was drawing something. Maybe he was an artist. Maybe he was taking some notes. It didn’t matter, I had to continue my job. As it turned 11:30 I went in the back and grabbed my lunch that my mother made me. Even though I hated her, she always made me some nice lunches. I went back to the front to find Eijiro, still at the table eating his muffin while he continued to work on his iPad. I was scared to approach him. Why was I scared to approach him? We just met. I walked over to him still, scared that he might think I was being creepy.

“Can I sit with you?” I asked as he took out one of his earbuds.

“Huh? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, what did you say?”

“Can I sit with you?” I repeat, understanding what it was like to struggle with hearing.

Eijiro looked at me for a few seconds and then nodded. I sat down and pulled out my lunch.

“What are you working on?” I asked as I took a bite of my sandwich.

“Oh. I work at the tattoo shop down the street. I’m just drawing some designs,” he answered, taking a sip of his drink.

“Did you do any of those?” I pointed at the tattoos displayed on his arm.

“Yeah, and some were from my friend Sero. We go to school together.”

Sero? Why is that name familiar? Wait, doesn't Denki talk about a guy named Sero from our school?

“Hanta Sero? Does he go to U.A.?” 

Did me and Eijiro go to the same school? Slowly, I realized Eijiro might be one of the extras in my class.

“Yeah, you know him?” Eijiro looked up at me, surprised.

“Uh-huh, I think he’s in my class. My friend, Denki, talks about him a lot. I honestly think the idiot’s got a crush on him.” 

Our conversation continued until he had to go back to his work. He gave me his number and told me to text him when I got off work. I was actually excited to get off work, for once. Soon enough my shift was over, I quickly got my stuff and texted Eijiro. He told me to meet him at the tattoo shop.

“Hey Bakugou, there you are,” he smiled as I approached him. His eyes matched his hair, and his teeth were sharp. It looked like he was waiting outside for a while, his nose and his cheeks were rosy. They reminded me of Round Face. “How long have you been out here?”

“I came out when I got your message.” He seemed almost embarrassed of his stupid answer. He has been waiting for seven minutes, and must be freezing.

“You idiot! Are you trying to get sick?!” I scoffed. “Whatever. Do you want to go to your place or m-”

“Can we go to yours?” His answer was quick and I could hear the fear in his voice. Maybe he was embarrassed of his house because it was a mess? I waved the thought away as we walked to my house. I noted that Mom’s car wasn’t in the driveway. She must have the night shift. I unlocked the front door and we stepped inside.

“You better take off your shoes, or you’ll be cleaning the floors before you leave,” I warned, taking off my shoes. He did the same and we went up to my room. My room was like any other teen room. It had things like LED lights, posters on the walls, and a desk with a dresser. He looked around at everything as I sat on my bed, taking his sweet time doing so.

“Am I going to need to guide you to the bed? Or can you find it yourself?” I clipped my words with a scowl.

“S-Sorry I just never get to see other people’s houses. My parents are really strict with me.” 

As he sat on the bed, he noticed the Cavetown poster taped to my wall. I couldn’t blame him for noticing it, it stood out next compared to the many heavy metal and dark-colored posters. 

“You like Cavetown too?!” His face lit up with excitement as he rambled on with question after question. “What’s your favorite song? Have you ever been to one of his concerts? What’s your favorite album?”

“Woah, slow down. I can’t answer your questions all at once. God, you're reminding me of Deku.” If this dumbass wanted to stay friends, he was going to need to understand that my hearing aids can’t pick up such quick sounds.

“Sorry, I just don’t get to talk about Cavetown, a lot. Sero says it’s not his genre of music.” He explained.

I tried my best to answer what Eijiro asked, at least the questions I could make out from his quick speaking. It was hard to be able to make out a few out of the probably hundreds of questions. “My favorite song from them would probably be Advice. I’ve been to one of their concerts with my ex. I don’t know what my favorite album is but I do like Animal Kingdom.” 

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We talked about the things we liked, what classes we took, and even some other silly little things. As we talked, it didn’t even surprise me when he said he took an art class. Before we knew it, it was almost midnight.

“Damn, it's getting late. You should probably get going—bet your— parents are getting worried about you.”

“It’s too dark, and they know I’m usually at Sero’s. You can just drop me off in the morning.”

He had that same anxious tone in his voice. Maybe he’s scared of something at home? I contemplated it and soon agreed to his request. I grabbed my pajamas and changed in the bathroom. When I came back, Eijiro was sprawled out on my bed.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You are not sleeping in my bed, nor are we sharing the bed. I’ll go get you my sleeping bag.” I went to the basement and grabbed my sleeping bag out of my camping bag. I went back up and threw it at him.

“Can I have a pillow and blanket too?” 

He asked right as I got comfortable in the bed. With a grunt, I threw a pillow at him and told him where the extra blankets were, telling him to get it himself.

Fanart of coffee barista Katsuki Bakugou

And tattoo artist Eijiro Kirishima

Hope you enjoyed part 1 I’m currently working on part 2. Have a blessed day and stay safe.

#mha #kiribaku #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #bakugou katsuki #kirishima ejirou #mha ships #no quirks au #mha fanfiction #kiribaku fanfic #fanfic #bakugou x kirishima #kirishima x bakugou #tattoo artist Kirishima #Coffee barista Bakugou #deaf bakugo

[grippingbeskar]

The Element of Surprise | Chapter Eighteen

ˏChapter Eighteen: The Reveal

mando x fem!reader

word count: 4.8k

warnings: canon typical violence, graphic depiction of blood, injuries etc. mentions of death 

a/n: wow guys this was a whole lot. I have no idea how to feel about it but HERE. eat it. my brain is fried. also pls ignore spelling errors i wrote this on my phone when my bus broke down for an hour okay bye!

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3 down.

You move, reading Dins body language and knowing exactly where he’s going before he gets there. You are so in tune with everything around you - it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

Another shot flies past and your hand stops it, and with a small flick in the other direction it flies through white armour. The trooper doesn’t even have time to react.

4 down.

Grogu stays on Dins back, and you step to the side to catch your breath. You are still exhausted, but Grogu’s healing has made all the aches and pains fall away. Even that click in your knee that you’ve had since you were twelve doesn’t register anymore.

He healed you. Like - fully healed you.

He was currently passed out in the small compartment he somehow folded himself into on Dins back. You poke your head around the corner, watching as Din picks up a trooper and slams him down onto the ground, cracks of bone echoing in the metal ship.

You sprint to the next corner, narrowly missing the shot that zips into the wall next to you. You hear another crack, and then a few shots. That’s at least another 3 dead. You close your eyes, listening for the racing heart beats of those shooting at you. There’s something familiar about the energy that surrounds you - maybe it’s the chaos, or the sounds of Dins blaster firing every three seconds. It makes you feel… well, you don’t really know.

You can’t pick it, but something feels off. Not right.

You need to get to Din. Get this over with. Now.

You go to move, but you don’t have the combat sense Din does. A trooper grabs you by the shirt and slams you into the opposite wall, sending the wind flying out of you. You panic - use your free hand to whack at the armour but it’s useless, you try to kick, send any part of your body flying into the man in front of you.

Suddenly Dins gloved hand - you would know it anywhere - comes from behind and crushes the trooper in his hold. All but snapping his neck in one twist. He throws the trooper down the hall sending a few shots for good measure.

“I got you.” The modulator hums. You know he does.

You imagine his face, maybe he’s smiling down at you, proud. Maybe his face is screwed up with worry - maybe he’s still feeling a bit guilty for having to leave. God, that feels like a lifetime ago.

You slide out from the corner, sending a careen of shots back through the wall of troopers at the end of the hall. Soon the pile of bodies becomes high enough to block the staircase, and the reinforcements nearly trip over their comrades to take cover. This makes it easier for Din to pick them off, almost too casually taking them out as they appear.

More than 30 troopers line the hall. You think back to how you reacted that night of the Razor Crest, when Din came from behind you and shot the bounty he had dragged in just hours before. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins.

You don’t even know which trooper you killed first. You’ve never killed before. Never saw their face.

You knew this was part of the life you lived - if you had stayed with your father and trained with the Jedi, you knew this was what was necessary. He always told you that the Jedi were peacekeepers, but sometimes to keep peace you had to find it first. Give it a chance to grow. Honestly, you were surprised you got this far, with the abilities you have. You were always going to be hunted - chased down. This needed to end now, and with Din behind you, firing off shots and Grogu asleep on his back, you couldn’t think of a better thing to kill for.

“Mando. We need to move, now.” Keeping his name safe, he turns and nods, coming to your side and lifting you easily over the piles of bodies. You start the descent of the stairs, taking them two at a time. “How’d you get in?”

“There’s a e-vac chute that leads up to a trap door. It’ll take us to the outside of the city, but it’ll have to be on foot from there.” The door you found. There’s an impossible amount of troopers down here. There’s no way they all came through that tiny hole in the ground.

“There has to be a ship here.” Din nods, reading your mind. You hear more footsteps.

Fuck.

“I can see the heat signature. Through here.” Din swings over the end of the metal stairs, using his blaster to take out the door. The room you break into is huge - deceivingly so. The walls are lined with tools.

There’s a ship in the centre, hiked up on a mechanics ladder, parts still strewn on the floor. It must of been in the middle of a repair when the alarms went off.

“I can fix it.” He starts. “I just need-“

You feel them coming.

The troopers get close to the entrance, but you are faster. In an instant, you use the caved in door as a shield, jamming it as best you can into the hinges with the Force. One hand out in front of you, you hold the metal up into the frame and push back against the troopers. There’s only three or four - you must have really done a number on their forces. Din was already inside the ship, zapping sounds coming from the engine.

“How long can you hold it?” Din shouts, his modulated voice coming from somewhere deep inside the ship.

“How long do you need?” You can do this. You can. The Force flows through every part of your being, and you have to close your eyes and focus on driving everything you can towards the door. There was so much here - and that familiar energy still clung to you like a bad smell.

It wasn’t Din - you know him too well. You know exactly what he feels like.

This was someone else.

Someone you know - but you don’t know them.

“I just have to re-wire a couple of the power shooters. Give me three minutes. I’ll get us out of here.” You can hear the laser on his armour working and welding through the live wires, and a small squeak that you know is Grogu watching.

Three minutes.

“She’s in here!” A stormtrooper calls out.

“Tell the captain!” Another replies, and you feel one of them leave. It becomes a little easier to hold the door up. Still you push, not wanting to give any room.

Two minutes.

“Don’t kill the girl.” A voice comes through one of the radios on a troopers uniform.

You know that voice.

Your heart flies up in your throat, threatening to choke you from the inside out. Still you push them back, and add a little extra weight behind your adjustment, feeling the troopers get the wind knocked out of them as you shove them away.

“They’re in here!” Someone returns to the other side of the door. The metal crunches under the weight of your opposing forces.

One minute.

You can hear Din lowering the ship off the mechanics ladder behind you, and the warmth of a working engine floods your back. He’s calling your name, and you let the door drop. Spinning around, Din covers your back as you race to the door of the ship he’s left open.

He shoots past you, easily taking down the troopers as they appear.

One.

Two.

Three.

He stops.

There was four people at the door. Why did he stop?

You step up the ladder to the ship and whip your head around, arm already outstretched to take down the final enemy. Maybe his blaster jammed? You need to m-

“You never know how to just do what you are told, do you?”

That voice.

That face.

The energy that was flooding through you just seconds ago. It was familiar. Family.

“Mom?”

Your mother steps further into the room, kicking a hand of a dead trooper out of her path. You couldn’t breathe. Your mother.

What was she doing here?

You try to think of something. Anything. The last time you saw her - she was shoving you into a shuttle.

To protect you. You thought.

“My daughter. You’ve grown.” You can’t reply. Maker - it’s been years. You’ve been looking for her all this time.

“What - how are you here?” There will be an explanation for this. There has to be. It wasn’t possible that your mother - the woman who raised you, watched you grow, the woman in love with your father. She wasn’t with these people.

No.

She has come to help you.

“You don’t know? Haven’t you been training all these years? Or have you lost your way? Clearly you’ve been busy with something.” She looks to your right, where Din has come out of the ship, blaster trained on your mothers head.

“You found me. The black box I fixed - you heard it?”

“Of course I heard you, my little girl. I never stopped looking for you.” Your heart does something weird. It isn’t growing, lurching at the knowledge that she had been looking for you. You should be happy - your family was here! You should be thanking the Maker for this miracle.

Why, then, did you feel so sick?

“Mom, you have to help us get out of here. There’s more troopers coming. We can get you out of here - is anyone else here? From home? We don’t have a lot of room, but-“ Din says your name, and you look up at him, eyes wide and a little blurry. You didn’t realise you were crying.

He still has his blaster trained on her.

Why - this was your mom! You - she couldn’t be -

Din moved to step in between you both, eyes straight forward. His shoulders were squared, like he was preparing for an attack. You turn, and put a hand on his chest.

“This is my mom! It’s - it’s fine. She’s just-“ He cuts you off, just saying your name again. Why is he still aiming at her? “Put it down. It’s okay.”

He doesn’t move, but you feel his body tense when your mother takes another step towards you. He clicks the blaster fire on. Her voice - your mothers voice makes you turn around.

“Oh, my sweet little girl. So loyal, to the end. Just like your father was.” The way she says it. Bile rose up in your throat.

“Mom?” You say it, but hardly any sounds come out. Just a gasped whisper.

“I couldn’t believe how well you hid from me. My own daughter. Only ever giving me glimpses of her.” You don’t remember her like this. The person you know - she never spoke like this. A tear burns it’s way down your cheek, and you swipe it away.

“I don’t-“

“Of course. You don’t understand! You and your father never did.” She bites, and you feel a wave of nausea rush over you.

“What are you saying?! This - mom, I looked for you.”

“Looked for me? You hid from me. I saved your life - and you had the nerve to hide from me? To deny me what is mine?!” You can feel her - her energy. Her Force. How did you not know?

“I hid from you? I - I crashed! On Tatooine, where you sent me! What are you trying to say?”

“I saved you for a purpose. My daughter. My rightful heir. Never mind you are half that useless shell you called a father. This -“ She gestures to the pile of dead bodies behind her, and lifts one into the air, slamming the lifeless form into the stairs out the doorway. “This is what you were meant for. This is why I saved you.”

“To do what? Kill people - get kidnapped on a foreign planet?”

“To grow your strength! To lead! By force, if you have to. I spent years on that Maker-forsaken planet, guiding you. Moulding you as best I could without letting you be tainted by those Wookie-huggers you called a family.”

Your mouth had gone dry. Was she saying - you had spent months trying to figure out how they found you. How those bounty hunters were able to get through the walls. It was almost as if someone had let them in.

“You. You let them in.”

“We were meant for greater things. There is always collateral damage on the path to greatness. This is what you will learn with me. You, too, will be great.” She motions back to the pile of dead bodies. She wants this for you - she must have known your abilities long before you even found them for yourself. She was strong with the Force, after all, and you never even knew.

But this was unlike anything you had ever felt. Her presence was like a shadow, dimming the light and life and hope you drew on. It didn’t make you weaker - no, the one thing you relied on for your strength stood behind you, one hand ghosting the small of your back. He was keeping the light on in your ever growing darkness. You just needed to hold on to it. To him.

“Whatever this shit is, I want no part in it. This is what - these people killed dad! Why would you work with them?”

“They work for me.”

Confirmation. Of what she - oh gods.

“You led them to us.” It wasn’t a question. You needed information. You needed to focus here. Your hands were shaking - had she known? Had she ever even loved him?

You know what the Dark Side does to people. It takes everything - everything they were and everyone they loved and turns it into ash and hate. She looked up at you, almost smiling, and replied so calmly you would think she wasn’t about to be shot.

“Your black box. How on earth you found one on Tatooine is beyond me - and that damn ship. Moved so fast, the tie fighters could hardly keep up! Always knew I raised a little fighter.” She takes another step towards you and Din moves closer, getting a better angle.

“I nearly had you on Ryloth, though. If only your band of runaways hadn’t come to your rescue. It would have saved you a lot of heart break. At least you wouldn’t have fallen in love with the oaf before I killed him.” Din stiffens behind you. You suck in a breath, and she scoffs.

She’s been following you. Tailing you this entire time - and you had led her straight to your doorstep.

“I don’t understand. This - you saved me. When they - when they came for him.” Your father. She was right next to you, dragging you away as they took him. “They killed him.”

“Who do you think gave the order?”

You don’t think. Your hand moves, and you find her through the Force, knocking her off her feet and slamming her into the wall behind. She slides down, but the hit doesn’t seem to affect her the way you wanted it to. She smiles - a smile that looks a little too much like the woman who used to braid your hair, kiss you goodnight.

“You. You sent them to us - that day.” She pushes herself up, a small stream of blood dripping from behind her ear.

“You think it was an accident that you were the only child to escape?” Your blood turns to ice. The children - you remember seeing the bodies below, even from the sky you could see how small they were. You were distracted and she was strong - she slams into you with the Force, sending you flying to the right.

Pain shoots to your side immediately but you don’t have time to think. You are on your feet in the next second, preparing yourself as your vision starts to come back.

Your mother moves towards you, but Din is too quick. He puts himself in between the two of you. His blaster still hasn’t dropped.

“Take one more step towards her, and I’ll put a bullet in your head before you can blink.” He isn’t Din right now. He’s the Mandalorian. It’s few and far between that you see him like this, but it still sends a chill down your spine at how truely terrifying he can be. You know he’s aiming a gun at your mothers head, and he won’t hesitate to shoot.

You should stop him.

Say something.

All you can think of though, is that she gave the order. All those times you had asked her what she did before she met your father, she was always so vague. Did she ever even love him, or was it all a game, a ruse to take down the remaining Jedi from the inside out?

She killed him.

“Why? Why would you - you loved him.” She looks at you, tearing her eyes away from the visor of Dins helmet.

“My heart would never be given so precariously to someone like him. You should not repeat my mistakes - hold yourself to a higher standard.” She looks at Din and you go to swing at her again, but she sends you flying off, pain returning in a searing heat all down your side. You scream, and your shout is only muffled by the pained shout of a modulator, choking out your name.

“Do you really know who you’ve been running off with? The man behind this mask?” Din grunts in pain as she moves a step closer. She was holding him down with the Force, but even against her strength he was pushing against it. Reaching for his other blaster holstered in his belt. You can feel the blood pooling next to your head, but you stand anyways. You need to get closer. “Do you? Do you know what this man has done? Your as naive as your father.”

“You don’t get to talk to me about a mask. You lied to us - sold us out. Turned on us! Don’t you dare speak about him - when you are the one who was lying-“

“This was always who I was! It’s just proof that the Jedi were too consumed in reviving their own cause to notice their undoing was sleeping next door!” You manage a step but as soon as you go to make your attack, she senses it. Because you were weak.

Din flies back, smashing into the ship that still lays dormant on the ground. He doesn’t move. You can still hear his heartbeat. You draw on it, sending every ounce of strength you have into him.

“You are weak. I can see it in his mind - he has made you weak. I can make you strong - stronger than you ever could have imagined. This is what I worked for, what I spent all those years on that plant for. A suitable heir for my soon to be empire.”

You shuffle across to get to Din. Din - hes all you can think of and he still hasn’t moved-

“Forget him! I can hear you in his mind, he will not make you strong. Only I can help you.” She’s watching you, waiting for your move. Only she’s wrong.

Din is the only thing that can make you strong. You give him everything you have, falling to your knees next to him and slamming your hands into his chest.

Din was up in a second, and firing before you could get off your knees. You see your mothers hand fly out, a large shipping container hurling in his direction. He dodges, evading her attack and lands behind another crate, blaster aimed. He fires off a few more shots and she jumps, landing on top of the ship.

Everything happens in slow motion.

She spins off and a giant light erupts from her hand.

A lightsaber - your fathers.

A green hue reflects on Dins beskar, but he is not fazed. He fires a few shots that are deflected back, and then he sinks back. Waiting. Your mother was impulsive, and impatient. He knew that because you were, too. She gets tired of waiting and jumps from the ship. He fires a shot, perfectly placed, slicing through the defensive blade of your fathers saber. She screams in pain and you hold your breath before you see the damage.

In her leg. Not fatal. Not yet.

Your entire life is flashing in front of your eyes. Your own mother - the one you spent months blaming, and then hated yourself for it. You were right - all along you were right. Your father never even saw it coming. You think your heart was breaking all over again. She was writhing in pain on the floor, lightsaber dropped to the side.

You feel her - her energy reaching out and searching for Din. She was angry, and off guard. You hardly have to try, pure instinct rushing through you as you drag yourself over to her hunched body, and slam your fist into the back of her head.

You don’t give her a second - you are on her. Slamming your fist down again, you remember what Din taught you months ago about throwing a punch. What your mother taught you years ago. This person - this woman under you was no longer your mother. You could feel it now. The sourness.

Darkness.

Hatred for her own daughter.

It was the feeling your father always warned you about.

“You killed him! You killed him!” You were screaming, your mothers Force smashing into your sides and rattling your head but you didn’t care. You didn’t care because she killed him - her own husband. The man she loved. Her other hand was struggling out to the side for the still blazed saber. Dins foot kicks it away, and you see him taking aim. Waiting.

“I never loved - h-“ She was in your head. You slammed your fist into her face again.

She was strong in the Force - but she was angry and clouded by emotion. You could only hold her for so long like this. You needed to find calm. You stopped punching her, and looked down. She gasped for breath, spitting blood to the side. She was laughing. You wondered what you must look like - blood dropping from your head and knuckles split open.

“There she is. My daughter.” The sound comes more as a strangled gasp, blood bubbling in her throat.

“I am not your daughter. Not anymore.” You spit. Closing your eyes, you stay on top of her and use your forearms to hold her despite her struggle. It wasn’t only physical - she was hurling everything she had at you, and you were starting to lose the battle. She was older, and clearly trained. Her hits were precise, pounding into your head while she thrashed under your grip. You didn’t know if you could hold her like this any longer.

You needed calm.

Din.

He was standing beside you. Blaster trained - waiting for an order. You kept your eyes closed but reached out to him. Instantly you felt that familiar wave - of calm and home. You felt the itch of his finger on the trigger, how he was waiting for her to break free, to make one wrong move and he would shoot.

You could feel that he was worried - for you, and how you would react if he took the shot. You could also feel how that worry was eclipsed by the true fear - fear of losing you.

And that’s why he would take the shot any second.

You were calming down. This was always what you found the hardest - what you struggled with the most when you were training with your father. It was finding calm when you needed it the most. Finding something you could focus on to ground you to home. Home.

Home was Din.

You let your forearms off your mothers chest, but she didn’t move.

You were holding her there. She was still pushing against you, and if you hadn’t been training for the past few months with someone who was ten times stronger than you, you weren’t sure if you could have held her like this, but Grogu pushed you to be better. Stronger. So you held her there, and let her thrash and hurl insults and spit blood at your face. She was pushing against the barriers in your mind, but you were holding steady.

Calm.

You opened your eyes.

“Why? Why throw away everything? For power?” Her face is screwed up as she fights beneath you.

“For family.” You shake your head.

“You had a family.”

This was it. You imagined this moment - clarity in finding out what happened to your family. To your friends, and their children. It was always so satisfying in your head, going down in a big blaze of revenge. This didn’t feel like that at all. You tried to control your breathing, and you weren’t even sure you were blinking.

She must be the reason you found it so easy to mask yourself on Tatooine. You never realised it was hard to hide until you met Grogu, who couldn’t hide to save himself. It made you cringe, to think of how you hid this for so long. How weak you felt on Tatooine, because you weren’t being yourself.

You weren’t hiding anymore. Hiding it only made you small - and you could tell it had done the same to her. She’s been hiding for years, and now, you were stronger.

You looked down at her and you knew what you had to do. You could feel her hate, her anger. You knew she wouldn’t stop until she killed Din, and took you. She would never stop. She would come for you - for the child. For him. You couldn’t let that happen. You needed this to end here.

Looking down at her face, though. It wasn’t your mother anymore - you knew that. Once you turn to the Dark Side, the person you knew inside is as good as dead. You could never forgive her for what she has done.

But her eyes.

She looked at you with the same eyes.

The hands that grabbed at your wrists, as your own wrapped around her throat. She taught you to bake with those hands.

The mouth that gasped for air, the same one that used to kiss your forehead goodnight. Kiss your father on the lips when he returned. You always used to look away - now you would give anything if it meant you could see it again.

Almost anything.

Your head turns to Din. He bends to your side, wordlessly reading you.

“I can’t do it.” You whisper. Your hands start to loosen around her throat, but your Force keeps her in place. “I can’t kill her.”

“It’s okay.” He is totally calm. It’s exactly what you need. He is always exactly what you need. You can tell your mother is trying to say something, but only chocked garbles came out.

“No. She needs to…” You can’t even say it.

“It’s okay. I know.” Your hands completely come free of her neck. You look at her and she still struggles against your invisible hold. Thrashing for her life. Dins gloved hand cradles the back of your head and pulls you off her, into his neck. You squeeze your eyes shut.

A single blaster shot goes off, and he whisks you into the air. You know he never misses. The faint rumble of the ships engine underneath you let’s you know where you are. He keeps one hand on your head, forcing your eyes to stay with him. On him.

Not behind you.

You get higher in the air, and you let one hand drop from Din, reaching out of the only piece of your father you had left. It wasn’t right to leave it here. To leave it with her. You felt the cool metal of the hilt of the saber fly into your hands. It’s about the last thing you have the strength to do. Shutting your eyes, you inhale the scent of him as he surrounds you in every way.

You feel the lurch of the ship take off, and giant doors open to what must be the outside of the city, the light of the rising sun coming across your cheeks. Your face is still buried in Dins neck. His thumb rubs small circles on the space between your ear and your head, and you just about pass out in his arms.

“I’ve got you.” Din whispers, and you know he does.

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a/n: i have no idea how to feel about this chapter because i kind of HATE IT. but i’m trying to be positive OKAY!!! YAY!!

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AN: This is my first post both on Tumblr and of any of my writing. Sorry if it's bad lol

I just wanted to write and thought why not post it. Warning for my writing style, I hate first person. So anything I write will either be second or third. Third most of the time. Sorry if it gets confusing cause I didn't use y/n and just referred to the reader as him. I'll fix it if a lot of people don't like it.

Anyway, story!

Vax'ildan x Reader but it's not a big part.

Male reader cause yes.

Reader is a bard and fire Genasi. (Reader is based off my dnd character sorry)

A Song For You

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It was one of the many town stops on through their journey and the group was currently shopping around the market. He didn’t like spending his money unless need be, and he got all his supplies from their last stop, so he just walked around with his friends. While waiting for them to finish buying, he was messing with the strings on his lute. He was strumming a few chords when a small kid tugged on his pant leg. Glancing down, it seemed to be a young halfling. They tilted their head and looked away, seeming nervous.

He chuckled and crouched down to the kid's height. He said hello and asked for the kids name. Still nervous, they stuttered out their name. He grinned, complimented their name and gave his along with it. The kid smiled, seemingly warming up to him. They fidgeted for a moment before motioning him closer. He leans in and the kid whispers in his ear. They wanted a song. He smirked and stood up, pulling up his lute and tuning it. He asked if the kid had any requests, but they said no. He tapped his chin in thought before an idea came to mind. He fiddled with his strings before nodding.

(Insert - Kingdom Dance from Tangled)

He began quietly strumming, humming along. The kid stared in awe. He used his magic to bring out his other instruments; a bird pipe along with a hand drum. They glowed a soft orange, being lifted from his backpack and into the air beside him. The song held a steady beat, he couldn't help but step along with it. The kid took his lead and also began slowly stepping along with the song.

The market wasn’t packed but there were certainly quite a few people. Most ignored the sudden music, while others set the pair a glance. Maybe four actually stopped what they were doing and fully watched them dance.

The child twirled as the song softened into bird pipes. The air seemed to swirl around her, and maybe it did with some help. A slick slide of hand was unnoticed by them. The music was sweet and methodic. Each note held grace, each step they took seemed as light as the sting plucking. Slowly, more and more people began stopping and watching the two, a small crowd beginning to form. Noticing this, he increased both the volume and speed. The slow, almost waltz turning into a march of some kind.

The bright hair on his head swiftly turned into curling, lively flames. Each step he took, an orange glow dusted off his boots. But it wasn’t just him. The young halfling promptly matched his speed. Their moves become more energetic and free. Giggles came from the crowd and more kids came rushing forward. They too began dancing with the pair. People around were slowly being pulled in and even clapping.

His sharp ears picked up more music. Music that wasn’t his. Turning around, others began playing their instruments or making music with everyday items. People began circling and forming chains of dances. Everyone took turns, had their own dances, or just enjoyed watching. He openly laughed and used a quick spell to play his lute as he joined the dances.

The commotion brought the group's attention. None of them realized he started it all. Percy and Vex worried the guards around would see this as a problem but realized even they were joining in on the dancing. Scanlan quickly pulled out his lute and joined in on the playing. He was busy trying to woo someone, he didn’t notice the floating musical instruments in the air. Grog and Pike also joined quickly, partaking in the dancing though a bit messily. Keyleth stood back with Vex and Percy, deciding to watch the dancing. She did join in the clapping with the others. Vax smirked, seeing this as an opportunity to possibly snag a few gold and maybe other things.

However, everyone was distracted when fire shot into the air. A very familiar fire. Looking through the crowd, the others and basically everyone watched in awe as he danced around with fire circling his being. The fire carefully danced between everyone and made swirls in the air above them. Vax stared starstruck. The way the fire danced around him, seeming more like glowing magic than something that could burn you.

With one last show of beautiful fire and wonderful music, everyone was quiet for a moment before erupting into cheers and clapping. Compliments were showered in all directions. He bowed and swiftly picked up and put away his instruments. Looking around, he spotted the young halfling who started this all and complimented them on their dancing skill and thanked them for requesting a song. They giggled and jumped into his arms, squeezing him and whispering thanks in his ear. They let go and ran off into the crowd of dispersing people.

While dancing was a lot, he was now full of energy. So when Scanlan jumped onto him and began both complementing and berating him for not asking him to join in, he thankfully didn’t fall over. His face grew warmer than normal as the others complimented him as well. And while he didn’t have too high a perception, he did notice the blush dusting the ears of a certain rogue half-elf. Deciding not to tease him today, he didn’t bring it up and instead just followed the group as they finished their shopping. He did however send a silent message while the others were distracted.

Maybe next time, I’ll share a dance with you?

(Maybe more parts idk?! Please let me know if you like it or something I should work on! Thanks for reading!)

P.S. idk if I'll post soon on my own so if you like it I'll try doing more I guess lol

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