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azrielslightintheshadows · 5 months

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Hello! I hope all is going well for you. Firstly i wanted to say thank you so much for these wonderful fics you have been posting lately. I am so happy i somehow stumbled upon your page and now am able to read so many beautifully written stories.

I was hoping you could write a fic with azriel where him and reader have known each other for a while, but later on when elain come in the picture along her sisters, reader feels left out because azriel isn't there with reader anymore and is spending more time with elain's company and this makes reader feel neglected because she can't voice her feelings for him. Perhaps rhysand or cassian see reader slowly being left out and decide to approach her and reader lets all her feelings out, so they can talk to azriel and azriel fixes everything with the reader...they could end up being mates...upto you. Thank youu❤️❤️

Idiot.

Azriel x f!Reader

Masterlist.

Warnings; angst, swearing.

Hello! Thank you for your kind words. I hope you enjoy it! I can rewrite it if you don't like it!

When you met Azriel you instantly fell in love with him, the darkness that surrounded him never bothered you and when he realized that, he opened up to you and after some years he considered you his best friend. It hurt at first and no matter how much you wanted to tell him about your feelings, you were too scared of ruining your friendship and losing him. So, you ignored the ache in your chest and prayed to the Cauldron that he would fall for you too. You never completely understood why you felt that pull to him, it was like you were hypnotized. His sharp face with those high cheekbones and the strong jawline, those full lips and hazel eyes and not to mention the body that looked like it was carved by the Mother herself to tempt the world. He was made from sin and the most dark and unholy dreams, his huge membranous wings adding to that terrifying aura around him. But what could bring everyone on their knees was his personality; If you managed to get past those adamant walls he has built around him you would be mesmerized by him, his personality is a light that pushes all his darkness away. Only a fool wouldn’t be enchanted by him, and you sure as hell aren’t a fool.

So now that the other two Archeron sisters burst into your life and the middle one showed interest in Azriel every ounce of patience you had dissolved. Azriel would wake up, find Elain, spend his day with her, have dinner with everyone and then disappear into his room. Not even a second spent on you, his alleged best friend.

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You were having breakfast with Cassian and Nesta in the house of wind when Azriel walked into the dining room.

“G’morning” Cassian mumbled as he chewed.

Azriel nodded and headed to the balcony.

“Az could you come pick me up around 4, I want to go to the bookstore.” You asked with a hopeful smile.

“I don’t think so, ask Cassian or Rhys” he replied without even looking at you and flared his wings, shooting up.

You turned your gaze to your plate and blinked the tears away.

“I can take you there” Cassian’s voice was soft, and his big palm rested on top of your own.

“It’s okay, excuse me” you whispered and got up leaving the room as quickly as you could.

“He’s such an idiot” Nesta said and continued eating.

Cassian was staring at the wall across him, his hand scratching his chin as he was lost deep in thought.

“I have to go” he said suddenly and got up. Nesta only nodded.

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“I’m telling you Rhys he is completely ignoring her. She looked so broken today” Cassian exclaimed and hit the desk with his hand.

Rhysand was staring at him, trying to remember the last time he had seen you and Azriel together.

“I believe you Cass, I will watch them today during dinner and if he is ignoring her, we will talk to him together.” He replied and waved a dismissive hand at him.

Cassian left the office; he passed one of the big windows and glanced outside. Azriel and Elain were standing in the garden, Elain was explaining something as she pointed to some flowers. The warlord shook his head and left; he knew that if he stayed longer, he would snap.

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Everyone gathered in the dining room of the house of wind for dinner, Cassian and Rhys sharing a look and taking their seats. You entered a few minutes later and glanced around the table, your usual seat next to Azriel was taken by Elain, the only empty seat was between Cassian and Mor. “Az, do you want to change seats with me?” Cassian asked the moment you sat. Azriel furrowed his eyebrows.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because you and y/n usually sit next to each other.” Cassian shrugged.

“Oh, no its okay” Azriel replied.

You let a shaky breath and picked your fork. Rhysand sighed and shook his head.

You didn’t know what happened during dinner, you were too busy keeping the tears back and thinking everything that was going on with Azriel. When everyone was done with their food, they moved to the living room with a bottle of wine. You tiptoed to your bedroom knowing that no one would notice and laid on your bed, letting the tears and sobs escape your body.

Cassian and Rhysand noticed though and they followed you. They stood in front of your door, their hearts breaking with every sob you let. Cassian opened the door, and they walked inside.

You felt the bed dipping.

“Az?” you asked as you turned to look.

Cassian’s expression turned from sad to angry. “That fucking idiot.” he growled.

“Y/n what’s going on?” Rhysand asked.

You were so tired of keeping all those feelings hidden, you couldn’t take it anymore, so you told them everything. How you instantly fell in love with Azriel, how you kept your feelings hidden in fear of losing him and how he broke your heart by spending all his time with Elain.

The two males frowned as you spoke.

“He is such an idiot, I told him to confess his feelings to you. He never listens” Cassian exclaimed and got up.

“Don’t worry y/n we will handle this.” Rhysand said and they both hurried off.

You were gaping at the door. Feelings? Confess? What? You were so confused that your brain felt like it would explode.

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Cassian marched into the living room, grabbing Azriel by the collar of his shirt and dragging him outside. The shadowsinger didn’t fight his brother, he knew that Cassian could be a brute when he needed something. What he didn’t expect though was the angry look on Rhysand’s face when they reached the balcony. “What the fuck is going on?” Azriel shouted as he fixed his collar.

“You are a fucking idiot that’s what’s going on” Cassian growled. “Rhys?” Azriel asked ignoring the warlord.

“You’ve been ignoring y/n from the moment Elain stepped into our court. When was the last time you spent time with her?” Rhysand asked.

“I’ve been helping Elain adjust like you asked me to” Azriel exclaimed.

“Elain is fine for a while now.” Cassian said.

“She wants to hang out with me, she feels safe when I’m there” the shadowsinger explained.

“She wants to hang out with you because she likes you” Rhysand snorted. “That’s not the point of this conversation” Cassian growled. “Y/n is in her room crying her heart out right now because she is completely in love with you.”

“What?” Azriel’s eyes were wide as he turned his gaze to Rhysand. The High Lord nodded and Azriel spun around and sprinted off.

“Finally” Cassian screamed.

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Your door burst open and Azriel stumbled inside, his eyes wide as he scanned your room.

“Angel please don’t cry” he breathed when he saw your face and approached you.

You couldn’t speak, you just stared at him as he knelt in front of you cupping your face.

“I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you angel. Rhys ordered me to help Elain adjust and then I kept spending time with her because I thought she needed me. I didn’t realize I was neglecting you, Cauldron I’m such an idiot.” He sighed. “Cassian said that you have feelings for me, is it true?”

You gulped and nodded.

“Even after all of this?” he asked.

“Yes” you whispered.

“Good. Because I’ve been in love with you from the moment I saw you for the first time. I feared losing you if I told you. I couldn’t believe that a sweet creature like you could love a monster like me.”

“Don’t say that! Please… you’re not a monster Az” you exclaimed.

“I kill faeries for a living”.

“You protect your court and family, and those faeries that you kill are not innocent. If someone can’t understand that then they are stupid.”

“My sweet angel….” Azriel stopped talking and furrowed his eyebrows.

“What?” you asked him. “Do you feel that too?” his hand went on his chest.

You felt it too, like a string unwrapping and then it snapped making both of you gasp and lean back.

“My sweet mate” Azriel whispered and smiled. You couldn’t believe it, your heart skipped way too many beats.

“My mate” you said, and tears filled your eyes.

“Do you forgive me?” Azriel asked.

“Yes. But you will stay away from her at least until I get used to the bond” “I will” he nodded “I love you my beautiful mate” “I love you Az” you smiled and he kissed you.

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hazelsmirrorball · 6 months

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Friendsgiving| Hazel Callahan

Summary: Y/n has always wished to spend the holidays with her family, and as always they are absent, so Hazel wants to make it up to her. Pairings: Hazel Callahan x Fem! Reader Warnings: toxic family. a/n; second holiday one shot! This year I'm really in the holiday mood. Wishing you guys the best holidays and I hope you guys enjoy this.

Y/n took a sip of her drink as she jumped her leg up and down thinking of reasons for why they hadn’t shown up. She wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they had been stuck in traffic or got lost in the way. But as Y/n watched the time pass by she got angrier by the minute. They had her number if they got lost or lost track of time they would’ve called her. She had the same number all her life. It simply pissed her off, they were four hours late. Y/n placed her glass down, swirling her fork in the empty plate in front of her.

The only thing that had entertained her in the past hours was the ticking clock in front of her. The still surprisingly hot food taunted Y/n making her remember why she was alone in the first place. It irked her that the food was still hot. The fact that after all this effort, Y/n was there alone, with no one to share the food she spent hours making, with no one to make beautiful memories, just herself and the goddamn clock.

Y/n pulled out her phone scrolling through her social media in an attempt to live her holidays through other people's instagram stories. But as her scrolling ended up in her sister's thanksgiving post, she felt her heart drop. Her whole family is together having dinner, without her. With a sigh she got up knowing that her family wasn’t going to show up anytime soon. Y/n stared daggers at her phone while she walked towards her room to change into something more comfortable. She was pissed, all this food, all this time wasted, just for it to be another horrible thanksgiving.

It wasn’t the first year that her family had bailed or canceled on her last minute, by now she should’ve been used to it but she still had hope that they would try to make an effort. Year after year, excuse after excuse. Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years. She never felt appreciated by her family but at least she tried to make things right, she pushed past every bad thing they did and continued to give them several opportunities. Yet there she was, with a kitchen beautifully decorated, with food untouched and a broken heart.

Y/n walked towards her room slipping on an oversized T-shirt her Hazel had given her and the first pajama pants she found. She rubbed her eyes and dragged herself towards the living room in an attempt to distract herself from the situation at hand. Before she sat down she walked towards her kitchen to serve herself some of the food she had on the table to later put in the fridge but her actions came to a halt when she saw an expensive car outside her house.

She rolled her eyes and angrily walked towards the front door. One of her neighbors always found pleasure in pranking her but quite frankly she didn’t feel like it not today. She was ready to yell at anyone that was behind it, she wasn’t going to accept any excuse, it was fucking over. But her anger disappeared when she saw her group of friends holding different types of beautifully decorated pans.

“Is the party over?” Josie asked, trying to peek in while she held onto her tray filled with food. Her eyes scanned the group, her once sad exterior quickly changing as she noticed that the four of them were wearing their pj’s. Y/n instantly smiled softly and looked at the ground, embarrassed.

“It actually never really started” Y/n laughed nervously while hugging herself trying to shield herself from anymore embarrassment.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s get this party started. We will set the table and the mood while you guys talk!” PJ exclaimed while hitting Y/n’s shoulder in a form of hello pushing past her. The other girls followed closed behind PJ to the kitchen but not before both of them greeted her with warm hugs. Y/n smiled as she watched them bicker while they placed the trays on the table.

“You remembered?” Y/n asked, finally breaking the silence between the two of them.

“What do you mean?” Hazel asked innocently, her cheeks quickly turned red as she looked down to her feet avoiding Y/n’s gaze.

“ You remembered what I told you about my family and the holidays. I thought you weren’t listening when I rambled. ” Y/n smiled softly while pulling Hazel into a long awaited hug. Hazel hugged her back as she felt Y/n hide her face on her neck. Hse could feel Y/n’s breath on her neck sending shivers down her back.

“I wanted you to spend it with your family. Well at least your real family. I couldn’t leave my favorite girl alone during the holidays.” Hazel whispered into her ear as she rubbed her back softly. Their bodies swayed back and forth as Isabel slowly turned on the radio to let them hear the Christmas music all over the house.

“Your favorite girl?” Y/n asked moving her face away to look at Hazel’s flushed face. She quickly looked to the side avoiding her gaze not wanting to die of embarrassment.

“That’s not the point, Y/n. We love you dearly and we don’t let people we love alone. I know how much you love the holidays and you deserve the best. I love you Y/n and want you to be happy. If I can make it happen I will. I swear I’ll go to the ends of the world to make you happy. As cheesy as that sounds.” Hazel murmured in your hair while tears threatened to spill from your eyes onto her shirt.

“Stop! Now you’re going to make me cry, Callahan” Y/n said while pulling away softly and quickly holding her hands while they walked together towards the kitchen, closing the door behind them.

“Save your tears for when you try PJ’s supposed cake, it’s horrendous.” Hazel said with a laugh squeezing her hand softly and with the other one cleaning your tears.

“Hey! I heard that” PJ exclaimed, dropping the piece of turkey she was about to eat. Y/n looked around taking in the table full of food. While all her friends sat around the table wanting for the two of them to get there to start the feast.

“I brought a backup dessert, so no need to worry.” Brittany replied, as she pointed to the beautiful cake near her side of the table.

“Thank you, Brittany for underestimating me. I know I can always count on you.” PJ said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes finally sitting down. Y/n and Hazel followed her actions sitting by each other.

“I’m really thankful for you guys, really. Thank you so much for coming, you guys don’t know how much I appreciate it”

“Thank Hazel. She was the one that planned this.” Isabel smiled towards the pair as Hazel blushed once again.

“I think this Christmas we will have more couples under the mistletoe”

“Shut up, PJ”

Thanksgiving this year wasn’t what Y/n expected but it was better than she could ever imagine. That’s what she was thankful for her beautiful amazing friends and Hazel.

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quillfulwhimsyverse · 2 months

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The Act of Faking

Word count: 7,2k

Summary: George is not talking to Fred, and the only way Fred thinks this can be salvageable by faking a relationship with you. Or when you hear his request - faking him having feelings for you.

Warnings: Angst towards the end.

A/N: I am literally going to kill myself. I had a plan for this to be the perfect slowed paced slow burn, were relationship builds slowly and beautifully but then I just ran out of ideas and this is what happened. And to remind you - English is not my first language so most of the times I just stared at the page trying to come up with different descriptions rather than using the ones everybody knows by heart. So I am sorry. Please enjoy.

P.S I am very sad that I found out about the "5 Acts of Play " stature at the end of writing this one-shot. I could've used it to make the story more interesting. But oh fucking well… _______________________________

One thing that everybody in Hogwarts knew, - the Weasley twins were always together. One never went anywhere without another. They also never had any serious arguments, only slight disagreements that seemed to be forgotten pretty soon after.

That was why you currently frowned looking at the door. Fred came into the Great Hall looking tired, confused and disappointed to say the least. You closed your book, your interest peaking. He only looked like that when he'd gotten himself into detention that overlaps with Quidditch practice.

‘So what happened to you?’ you asked as Fred moved to sit in front of you at the Gryffindor table. He looked really upset. ‘Prank gone wrong?’

‘No, I wish tho.’ He sighed. ‘It’s George. I haven’t had a single conversation with him for what seems like days.’

‘You never fight.’ you mentioned, as Fred was taking a gulp of juice from your glass.

"We haven’t gotten into a fight, Y/N, he just dumbly avoids me. When I try to talk to him, he mumbles something about guilt trips and at the next moment he’s gone.’ He started fidgeting with his wand.

‘How come? Why would he “guilt trip”?’

“Well our dear best friend, Geroge,” Fred mumbled irritably, for a moment you thought he might snap, “had gotten himself a girlfriend, bet you didn’t know that, right?” you only nodded. “Well apparently nobody knew, including me.”

“Yeah…” you bit your lip. “I still don’t see what the problem is.”

“I will tell you what the problem is… The problem is that I accidentally caught him snogging Angelina off in the Quidditch pitch.” You looked at him trying not to show too much emotion. “That wanker wanted to keep it a secret, because he thought I might get hurt.”

“Well, I kinda understand why he kept it a secret.” You waited for his reaction, but he only looked at you blankly, waiting for you to continue. “Weren’t you, like, in love with her a couple of years ago?”

“Yeah, so?” he shook his head. “ I was, that’s the point, Y/N. Was. I am not. Not anymore. I wouldn’t care if they got married tomorrow.” He rested his head in his hands, slowly massaging his forehead.

“Have you told him this?”

“Yeah… Like a dozen bloody times. He doesn’t believe me, though. Says “I am only saying this to make him feel better.” How many times, do ya reckon, I would have to repeat this to make him believe it?”

“Hmmm..” you thought for a second. “Just give him a bit of time, maybe that will solve something?” you suggested.

“Just give him time…” he repeated your words to you. “How do you assume I should do that? With the Christmas holiday upcoming? Although, I think he would rather spend the whole time with the gnomes instead of me in the same room.”

You stayed silent for a moment. Now that you have thought about it, you haven’t seen George for a couple of days too.

“But.” Fred lifted his eyebrows and took a deep breath.” I have a little plan.” He quickly reached for his bag and pulled a letter out of it. “ This morning I got a letter from my mother, about my bad behavior in class and yada yada yada, but she did mention inviting you to stay over during holidays. And this, dear Y/N, sparked a thought in me.”

You shifted uncomfortably on the bench.

“You and I,” he pointed towards you and then towards himself. “We are going to fake being in a relationship. Over your stay at The Burrow.”

“Fred.” you snapped quickly. “You’re crazy.”

“Why? I mean, it’s a good plan. Angelina will be going home during holidays, and George will be forced to be with his family instead, and we’re going to pull a little show for him, just enough, so he would drop this stupid avoidance game he is playing.”

You frowned at your best friend.

“You have a perfect opportunity to talk to him during the holidays and you want to spend it playing a pretend game?” you ask him as he nods. “Yeah, well there is a slight problem in your plan. We have never ever acted romantically towards each other, and George isn’t so stupid, he won’t believe it. He spent so much time with both of us together, so he will notice that there’s just no spark, or whatever.”

“That is exactly where you are going to help me,” he stated. “Your mother is muggle, right? You mentioned once that she is really into those romantic books muggle people read? What do you call them? Noveelies?”

“Novels, Fred.”

“Yeah, whatever, not the point. You said you were into them when you were younger. So what I’m trying to say is that you will help me put this act together, so it looks convincing.”

You look agape at him.

“You’ve thought this through, haven’t you?”

“I had too much time on my hands with my brother successfully avoiding me, I’ve even opened the Transfiguration book a couple of times out of boredom. Closed it pretty soon after, it was even more boring than doing absolutely nothing.”

“Still, Fred, no. It’s your whole family that will notice this as well and I don’t want to lie to Molly. And anyways, how would explain the sudden break up after the Holidays. And… Oh my god… Ron and Ginny will literally tease me to death. This is a really stupid plan, Fred, no one is going to believe it anyway. Just think of something else, I dunno, talk to Angie and make her help you out or something.”

“How am I supposed to talk to Angelina when she is almost always with George nowadays? I knew you would think the plan is stupid, but look - you are my best friend, right? I know you inside out, it would be much easier to pretend we’re in love.”

You look skeptically at him. You wanted to help him, you really did, but this plan was bound to fail one way or another. You very well knew how he flirts and acts with other girls, the last thing you wanted - to accidentally fall for him for his stupid act.

“No.” You started packing your book into your bag, not looking at him.

“Then at least let me act as if I had fallen for you, you won’t have to do anything, just help me out to put the act together, so it looks convincing enough for George, c’mon, Y/N, you know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.” You let your eyelids fall a little more over your eyes while he speaks. “It’s either this or I am going to do something even more stupid.”

You let your head lull back.

“Alright.” you sight. “But.” You quickly state. “Embarrass me, Weasley, and you will have two people not talking to you.” He rolls his eyes and then determinedly looks at you.

“Okay, so how am I supposed to pull this off?” You look at him in frustration. “What? I need step by step guidance.”

“I am gonna tell you this once. You miss it, I won’t repeat it. It is extremely stupid and why do I even… Aren’t you like a huge flirt and tease? Why would I need to teach you how…” He gave you a warning look and you shut yourself up real quick. “Oh, for Merlin's sake, okay.”

He nodded. You gave yourself a moment to think it through, and he let you, keeping everything he wanted to say to himself.

“Because this will be coming from literally nowhere, you must be really subtle at first.” He opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted him. “ I know, you don’t know how to be subtle, so just gaze at me from time to time during the dinner or whenever you’ll be sure George notices.”

“So all I have to do is just look at you from time to time?”

“No, you muppet. I called it a gaze for a reason. You know? Staring at someone you find admiring?” He slightly shook his head, his ginger hair falling over his brown eyes. “Or just someone you find unbelievably pretty?” He still looked at you a bit dumbfounded. “Fred, you do it when you think about Quidditch and pranks.” He smirked, red tinting his cheeks.

“Okay, loverrr…” you deliberately said the last word as slowly as possible, teasing him intentionally, hoping he might have a change of heart and call this plan off. “We will call this “Act Number One.” In case you fail convincing George with this one, we will move on to the “Act Number Two.” Where you will seek close proximity.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Step over the line with this one, Fred, and I will hex you.”

He raises his hand into the air. “Whatever you’ll say, Ma’am.”

“You will have to be subtle with this too. Otherwise it will just be whatever you do here, in Hogwarts on a daily basis. Try to sit next to me when the dinner is ready, try and fix my hair slightly or something, you will figure it out as you go.Then there is gonna be “Act Number Three”, I believe, you will need no assistance on this one - teasing. No comment on this one. I think this should do the job.” You look at him blankly, something about this makes you irritated and anxious.

“And what if after all of this, he still won’t be on no speaking terms with me?”

“Then an actor's career won't be suitable for you.”

Act Nr. 1

Your stay at The Burrow began shortly after the plan was devised. You had urged Fred to attempt a conversation with George before enacting the plan, and in the presence of Molly and Arthur, all appeared well between the brothers, they even shared a joke about Ron’s owl Gigwidgeon. However, once left alone, their relationship reverted to its former state. And you knew that it was a matter of hours before Freds attempt at Act One.

And indeed, your prediction proved accurate. The scene unfolded during dinner, just as you had anticipated. While engaged in conversation with Ginny, who sat to your right, Arthur kindly addressed you, prompting you to look left, up at him.

“Y/N, Fred shared the fact that your mother is a muggle,” you nodded looking at him. “How fascinating.” Arthur remarked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I recently got a hold on this little thing..” he reached for his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigarette. “What exactly is this?” He held it with the tips of his thumb and forefinger as if it was a little wand. “I’ve seen it ignite flames. Is it some sort of muggle magic wand, huh?”

You couldn't help but giggle at Arthur's question, but your attention soon shifted to Molly, who cast her husband a warning glance. Unbeknownst to you, Fred's focus shifted to you, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he observed the interaction.

“Not quite, Mr. Weasley,” you replied with a smile. “It's called a cigarette. It contains an addictive substance called nicotine, which people often smoke to alleviate stress or tension.”

“Really, Dad,” Bill interjected with a laugh, “Mum will be reaching for one of those every time you mention something from the Muggle world at the dinner table.”

Suddenly, Fred erupted into laughter, his eyes dancing with amusement as he directed his gaze towards you. “Well, would you look at that,” he exclaimed, drawing the attention of everyone at the table, yet his eyes were locked on you. “Our dear Y/N, the epitome of innocence, enlightening our dear old Dad about the vices of the Muggle realm.”

You shook slightly, your eyes widening a bit. What was he doing? But he only laughed at your widened eyes, the mischievous glint in his eyes indicating that he was teasing you, trying to uplift the mood at the table.

As the Weasleys' laughter filled the room, you felt a warmth spread through you, despite the slight embarrassment of being the center of attention.

Ginny shot Fred a knowing look, her lips curling into a smirk. "Looks like someone's enjoying themselves a bit too much," she teased, earning another round of laughter from the group.

Fred caught your confused look as you were about to mouth him to watch what he’s doing, but he only winked at you.

After the dinner you jumped quickly on your legs to help Molly. When you went to roll up your sleeves to wash the dishes, Molly quickly stopped you with a light touch and smiled kindly. “Honey, the magic will take care of that, go ahead and rest on the couch with everybody.” She rushed you to the living room.

You turned back to look at the rest of the family: Arthur was explaining to Bill about some corruption that involved the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts Wizarding Bank; Ron and George were playing the wizards chess on the floor and by the look on George's face - Ron was winning. Ginny picked up a plate of cookies, murmuring that these were Percy’s favorite, so she had to offer some of him, so he wouldn’t starve himself to death with whatever he was doing as an exemplary Head Boy; and Fred seemed nowhere to be found.

You turned back to Molly. “My mother always said that magic was too precious to use it on simple daily tasks, that could simply be managed by humans.” She smiled gently at you and her eyes lifted a bit from your eyes.

At that exact moment you felt a heavy chins presence on your right shoulder. You turned your head towards it to see Fred's untidy red hair that was brushing your cheek slightly.

"Fred," you greeted softly, turning your head to meet his gaze.

His brown eyes sparkled with mischief as he grinned down at you.

"Hey there," he whispered, his voice low and intimate despite the bustling room around you.

A sense of ease washed over you in his company, a feeling you'd grown accustomed to over the years of friendship.

"Thought I'd join the party," he quipped, his breath warm against your ear.

“Go rest, you two,” Molly interrupted, “while I go and see where to lay you, Y/N. I hope you sharing a room with Ginny would be alright.”

“It’s perfectly fine. Thank you, Molly.”

Fred feigned a dramatic sigh, before nudging you gently towards the living room.

“You are not following the plan, Fred, you ran over all of the acts in one day.” you scolded him, but he laughed loudly.

“Y/N, darling, when was I ever following the rules?”

Act Nr. 2

For a couple of days, the plan appeared to be on hold. The Weasley children found themselves occupied with various tasks around The Burrow, and you willingly lent a hand wherever needed.

Whether it was assisting Molly with preparing meals in the bustling kitchen, helping Arthur mend a fence in the ramshackle backyard, or joining Ron and Ginny in tending to the garden, you immersed yourself in the daily rhythm of life at The Burrow. Once or twice you caught Fred gazing at you while he took a little break to drink some water or just to catch a breath.

However after the evening to a hold on the house and everybody seemed to be resting, gathered in the cozy living room of The Burrow, Fred subtly initiated Act Nr. 2 of the plan. With George engrossed in a conversation with Ron about Quidditch tactics, Fred seized the opportunity to position himself strategically closer to you on the worn-out couch.

With a casual yet deliberate movement, he shifted slightly, allowing his arm to brush against yours. You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow in silent amusement at his subtle maneuver. His response was a barely perceptible smirk, a silent acknowledgment of his progress in the plan.

Every now and then, he would lean in slightly, as if to share a secret or a whispered joke, his breath tickling your ear. Each time, you couldn't help but smile at his playful antics, a silent agreement between you to maintain the facade of blossoming feelings.

Just then, George's voice cut through the jovial atmosphere, interrupting the conversation about Quidditch tactics. "Oi, Fred," he called out, his tone tinged with a hint of mischief. "You're looking a bit too comfortable there, mate. Planning on falling asleep, are you?"

Fred's smirk widened, as if he had anticipated this exchange beforehand. He shot a playful glance at George, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Can't blame a bloke for seeking a bit of comfort, can you?" he retorted, his tone light-hearted.

George chuckled, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "Well, just don't go drooling on her shoulder, mate," he teased, earning a round of laughter from the others in the room.

You couldn't help but join in the laughter, though you felt a slight flush creeping up your cheeks at the playful banter. Fred's proximity and the teasing exchange sent a pleasant warmth coursing through you, despite the teasing scrutiny of the Weasley twins.

Although, ironically, as the evening wore on, the warmth of the fire and the gentle hum of conversation lulled you into a comfortable state of relaxation. Despite your best efforts to stay alert and engaged in the lively discussion, the cozy ambiance of The Burrow proved too inviting, and you found your eyelids growing heavy.

Unbeknownst to you, Fred noticed the subtle droop of your head as you began to nod off, a small smile playing on his lips at the sight. He leaned closer, discreetly adjusting his position to offer you more support, ensuring you were comfortable.

Meanwhile, George shot Fred a knowing grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he observed your gradual descent into sleep. "Looks like someone's had a long day," he remarked sotto voce, his tone filled with gentle jest.

Fred nodded in agreement, his gaze softening as he watched you drift off into slumber, a sense of warmth and protectiveness washing over him. He couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for you, his best friend, as he silently vowed to ensure you rested undisturbed for the remainder of the evening.

That was how Act Number two acted out.

Act Nr. 3?

You were seated on the kitchen table, a steaming cup of coffee cradled in your hands, lost in thought as you gazed out the window. You sent Molly off from the kitchen.

Outside, Molly stood with her hands on her hips, a hint of exasperation evident in her flushed face. Before her, Ginny, George and Bill exchanged mischievous grins, their laughter ringing out like bells in the crisp winter air.

“Are you two crazy? No scarves, no hats on. You are going to get sick.” She urged her children to get back in and dress properly for the weather.

In a moment of playful rebellion, George scooped up a handful of snow and molded it into a perfectly packed snowball. With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he took aim and let it fly, intending to playfully tease his mother.

But fate had other plans.

In a twist of irony, just as Molly turned to face her son, the snowball found its mark, striking her squarely in the face with an unexpected impact. Time froze for a moment, the air thick with disbelief, before erupting into uproarious laughter, Molly's angry face told them enough and they all turned to get back inside.

“Had a good night's sleep, Y/n?” George's voice rang out as he entered through the door, his laughter trailing behind him like a mischievous echo. He shook his hair, sending a flurry of snow cascading onto the floor, much to Molly's disapproval.

Your cheeks flushed slightly as you slid off from the table, reaching for the teapot and mugs to distract yourself. "Alright," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, though your embarrassment spoke volumes.

"Only alright? I thought Fred tucked you in quite nicely." George's laughter filled the room, rich and hearty, as he winked at you. His playful jab struck a nerve, eliciting a mixture of amusement and discomfort. You turned away, feeling the weight of his teasing words lingering in the air, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within you.

As soon as they all settled down to enjoy a cup of tea, you seized the opportunity to slip away, making a beeline for Fred's whereabouts. But as you ascended up the stairs, he was going down, so you practically ran into each other.

"Oh, good," you exhaled, relief flooding through you at the sight of him. "I was looking for you."

Fred's smirk widened as he halted on the step above you, closing the distance between you almost imperceptibly. "Slept well?" he inquired, his tone laced with amusement.

Your brow furrowed slightly as you struggled to articulate your thoughts, the urgency to convey your concerns before the family downstairs didn’t get any ideas as to why you were standing on the stairs a moment too long. "Yeah, look," you began, your words tumbling out in a rush. "Why won’t you give this plan a little break? You seem to be talking again with George, and with the plan advancing at this pace, soon enough everybody will be asking about the relationship that doesn't exist."

"Darling, breathe," Fred intervened, his hands gently finding purchase on your shoulders as he chuckled. "You only fell asleep on me, so what? You’ve done this a million times in the common room, what’s the difference? But if you want to give it a breather, it’s fine too," he reassured, his expression softening with understanding.

However, instead of finding solace in his words, you recoiled slightly, evading his touch as you took a step back. His hands fell away from your shoulders, hanging awkwardly in the space between you as you sidestepped past him, eager to retreat to the safety of Ginny and your shared bedroom.

Fred's brow furrowed in concern as he watched you retreat, a pang of unease tugging at his heart. He hadn't anticipated that his attempt to reassure you would only seem to exacerbate your anxiety. For a fleeting moment, he considered reaching out to you again, wanting to offer further comfort, but he held back, sensing that you needed space.

Meanwhile, you hurriedly made your way to the bedroom you shared with Ginny, seeking refuge from the whirlwind of emotions that had been stirred up by your encounter with Fred. Once inside the familiar space, you sat on your bed burying your face in your hands, closing your eyes briefly as you attempted to steady your breathing.

You have indeed fallen asleep on each of the twins at least ten twenty times during your years at Hogwarts. And not once has the teasing afterwards bother you, but something about today sent you reeling. You were blushing madly and wished that that would stop. Maybe the whole plan you helped to build, was turning against you, and each, and every time Fred paid attention to you, finally started playing with your head.

You promised yourself to be a little more careful after that.

Act Nr. 4 - the improvised part.

The same night, you were roused from sleep by a gentle hand shaking your shoulder.

“Hey, Y/N, you up?” Fred's voice, soft and filled with excitement, whispered through the darkness as he continued to shake you awake.

You groaned in annoyance, feeling disoriented from being pulled out of sleep. “What is it?” you muttered, your voice tinged with irritation.

“Remember that star we told you about? The one me and George discovered last summer?” Fred's tone was eager, like a child on Christmas morning, and you realized where this was headed.

“Yeah,” you replied, still half-asleep and struggling to grasp why he was waking you up in the middle of the night for a star.

“Well, come on. I found it again,” he urged, his excitement palpable even in the dim light of the room.

You hesitated, feeling reluctant to leave the warmth of your bed for a star. “Why would you wake me up for a star, Fred? It's just a star,” you grumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

But Fred was undeterred, his enthusiasm contagious as he handed you a pair of special goggles and gently grasped your wrist, guiding you outside into the chilly night air.

“Put these on and look straight up from where you're standing,” he instructed, his grip firm yet gentle as he positioned you in the right spot.

With a sigh, you relented, slipping the enchanted goggles over your eyes and following Fred's guidance. As you gazed upward, your breath caught in your throat at the sight before you.

The darkness of the night sky was transformed into a mesmerizing display of swirling colors, reminiscent of oil puddles reflecting light from muggle cars. It reminded you of the evening sky as the sun finally starts to set, bringing out the most vivid colors. The bright colors danced and twirled around in the star and all around it, creating an ethereal display that seemed to defy explanation. Shades of deep indigo melted into vibrant hues of sapphire and emerald, while streaks of crimson and gold streaked across the dark sky.

“Pretty, ain’t it?” asked Fred while you watched the view in silence. You took the goggles off and looked up again, seeing only small, little stars shining above you. “Well the other ones do not look that extraordinary, but somehow that one does. And it comes up like three or four times a year. It’s a miracle it came up over your stay here.”

You turned to look at him. “It's really beautiful, Fred. I’m glad you woke me up.”

He gently stroked your arms to make you a little bit warmer as you continued to shake due to the cold of the winter's night.

When Fred retrieved back into his room, he smiled like a dumbass. When you got back inside you asked him if he had named that star and with a gentle smile he asked you to come up with a name for it.

“Where have you been?” Apparently George wasn’t asleep when Fred got back, and curiosity won over George.

“Out.”

“You showed her the star, didn’t you?” George chuckled slightly when his brother removed his clothing and fell backwards into his bed. “I noticed it appeared again yesterday.”

“I might have done that, yes.” Fred admitted with a sheepish grin.

George laughed. “Told her what you named it?”

“No, that would’ve been a bit embarrassing.”

George laughed loudly but then quickly stopped, before waking the whole house up. “You're hopeless, man. But I am happy for you.”

Fred quickly turned his head to look at his brother, even though through the dark he could only make out his silhouette. “So? Are you back on speaking terms with me?”

“Yeah, mate,” George chuckled, “I realized I was being dumb.”

Fred was happy. He genuinely was, but something about coming back to terms with his brother stopped him from feeling completely pleased with the situation.

Act Nr. 5

Act 5 unfolded on a brisk afternoon a couple of days later. The sun was casting long shadows across the snow-dusted grounds of The Burrow. The Weasleys were involved in their own activities. You specifically were interested in another bewitched muggle artifact Arthur promptly told you about, then he went on reading the letter from the Ministry again, completely forgetting about telling you anything afterwards. So you sat at the kitchen table, engrossed in a book. As you finally coughed up to where you left off, Fred entered the room with a lopsided grin.

"Hey, Y/N," he greeted, his voice warm and inviting.

You glanced up from your book, offering him a small smile in return. "Hey, Fred. What's up?"

"I was thinking," he began, his tone casual yet tinged with excitement, "why don't we take a walk outside? It's a perfect day for it."

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion. "A walk? Now?"

Fred nodded eagerly. "Yeah, come on. It'll be fun. We can explore the woods behind The Burrow. I heard there's a hidden clearing with the most amazing view."

Despite your initial skepticism, you found yourself unable to resist Fred's infectious enthusiasm. With a shrug, you closed your book and rose from the table. "Alright, why not? Lead the way."

As you ventured into the woods together, Fred regaled you with stories and anecdotes, his laughter echoing through the trees. With each step, you felt yourself relaxing in his company.

Eventually, you reached the hidden clearing Fred had mentioned, and you couldn't help but gasp in awe at the breathtaking view before you. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the landscape, while a gentle breeze whispered through the trees.

"It's beautiful," you murmured, your eyes scanning the scenery.

Fred grinned, his gaze fixed on you. "Not as beautiful as you," he replied softly.

You froze, your heart skipping a beat at his words. But before you could respond, George's voice rang out from behind you.

"Hey, lovebirds!" he called, his tone teasing. "What are you two up to?"

Your confusion turned to disappointment as you realized that Fred's affectionate words were likely just another one of his improvised acts. With a forced smile, you turned to face your friend, masking your disappointment behind a facade of nonchalance.

"Just enjoying the view," you replied, your voice lacking its usual warmth.”Care to join?”

As George joined you in the clearing, the moment between you and Fred faded into the background, leaving you grappling with the lingering sting of disappointment and confusion.

As the days passed quickly in The Burrow, the atmosphere seemed to settle into a familiar rhythm, apart from that, the twins seemed to get back into their close relationship, which made you extremely happy.

Once or twice Fred would act out your made up plan and gaze at you during the day at dinner or whenever you were near each other. You, of course, didn’t expect anything more than that, understanding that now the two brothers were back to their old selves and your interactions with Fred were purely out of keeping the act just for George. But that did not change the fact that the shift happened within you. You spend more and more time thinking how everything will play out in the end when you get back to Hogwarts. How you will be sitting there, in the common room, pretending not to notice how Fred flirts with other girls and then returns to you to boast about it. This held a tight grip over your heart, making your chest feel heavy.

There you were, sitting on the couch, watching Ron make the wrong move and lose his bishop in the process, Ginny bobbing her head happily whilst laying on the ground.

“George just now told me that you don’t know how to play chess,” Fred sat down next to you, accidentally knocking several chess figures of the ground.

“OIII!” Ron shouted. “Watch what you’re doing.”

“Sorry, mate.” Fred laughed and dramatically reached for the queen on the ground and put it back on board in the wrong spot. “Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You turned to him, shifting back from your thoughts to reality.

Fred raised his eyebrow and laughed. “What were you thinking so deeply about? Me?” he teased and you felt his hand reach for your own. As he tried to intervene your fingers together you quickly pulled your arm away from him and stood up. No matter how angry this made you, you tried not to give it away. You felt sickened to your stomach. The action was small. But for some reason it was enough for you. This went too far, the act he was doing and suddenly there was no going back, everything went from too early to too late to stop this stupid lie, and the only thing you dreaded for - happened. It was your own fault, you agreed to this.

“Just remembered, I haven’t reached out for my parents for a while now,” you mumbled and left the room to actually write to your parents and ask if you could get back home from The Burrow earlier than planned.

The Finale

You were folding your clothes and putting them back in your trunk, while Ginny watched you from her bed.

“Did they really ask you to go back home?” She asked once again in disbelief. You nodded. “They always let you stay as long as you want.”

“Yeah, I guess something happened back home.” You lied without looking back up at her.

“Did you tell Fred? That you’re going back home?” She sat up, while you stopped packing and thought for a moment whether you should tell her the truth. “You haven’t,” she said, quite shocked. “Why? The boy’s going to go mad.”

“I really don’t think so,” you mumbled.

“But he will tho,” spoke George standing in between the door, his arms crossed on his chest, he looked disappointed.

You paused, feeling the weight of George's words sinking in. Despite your efforts to convince yourself otherwise, deep down, you knew he was right. Fred would indeed be affected by your departure, you were his best friend, nevertheless.

Ginny shot her twin a sympathetic glance before turning back to you. "He's right, you know. Fred may not show it, but he'll definitely be upset."

You sighed, feeling a pang of guilt gnawing at your conscience. "I know," you admitted reluctantly. "But I need to sort things out back home."

“No, you don’t.” Said George again firmly. He looked quite mad now. “Considering the fact that it was you, who asked your parents to go back home early, not the other way around.”

“Uhmm… How do you?...” You stammered, caught off guard by George's accusation. His words hung in the air, heavy with accusation and disbelief.

Ginny's expression softened, her eyes filled with concern as she glanced between you and George. "George, calm down," she interjected gently, trying to diffuse the tension that crackled in the room.

But George remained undeterred, his gaze fixed firmly on you. "How do I know?" he repeated, his voice low and intense. "Because you accidentally used the quill we use for pranks. It creates two messages as it writes, one to your recipient, second to its owner, and that would be me and Fred, only I got the hold of the message first.”

You hid your face in your hands, embarrassed.

“Then,” George continued, “I assumed Fred had done something stupid once again and pressed him until he told me everything, And when I say everything, I mean it. Merlin's beard, Y/N, I thought Fred was daft, but turns out this friendship with us made you daft too.”

“Ummmm?” Ginny interrupted. “Mind to elaborate a little bit?”

Ginny's interruption brought a momentary pause to the tense atmosphere in the room. George sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he struggled to find the right words.

"Well," he began, glancing at you briefly before continuing, "apparently our dear Y/N here concocted a plan to get Fred and me talking again. She thought we needed a little nudge to mend our relationship, so she came up with this whole scheme of them faking a relationship."

Ginny's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You did what?" she exclaimed, turning to you with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity.

“First of all,” you raised your finger angrily at George, “ it wasn’t my idea, Fred came up with it. Secondly, it wasn’t a fake relationship,” you said angrily, “it was for you to believe he had feelings for me so you would drop your stupid not talking to Fred phase, because you thought he was still in love with your girlfriend. So in the end, who is to blame?” you asked him.

Ginny looked from you to George. She was sitting dumbfounded, and if it wasn’t for the angry looks on your and George's faces, she would’ve started laughing.

“Okay, it was stupid, I agree with you,” George mumbled. “But you're as thick as it gets, Y/N.”

“Why am I the thick one?”

“Because you actually thought Fred would fake having feelings for you,” these words from George stung like a slap in the face, the truth of them hitting you harder than you anticipated. You felt a surge of embarrassment and hurt wash over you, realizing how naively you had fallen for Fred's act. It was a bitter pill to swallow. Even Ginny’s mouth fell open.

“George…” she murmured silently.

“What? Wasn’t he like in love with her for a couple of years?” He said angrily. “And then you,” he pointed towards you, “went on and let him continue this charade and now because you can’t take it anymore, you’re leaving. Of course this is going to upset him.”

You tried to say something, you really tried, but words just did not form inside your head.

Thank the spirits, cause it was Ginny who spoke after. “No, George, wait. I don’t think she knew.”

You met Ginny's eyes, grateful for her unwavering support in this moment of turmoil.

“I… I didn’t know,” you finally managed to utter, your voice barely above a whisper, but each word weighed heavy with sincerity. “I didn’t realize... I thought...” Your voice trailed off, the words catching in your throat as you struggled to articulate the whirlwind of emotions that churned within you. “I genuinely thought that he was doing it for you. I was leaving because I didn’t want to…” the words died out from your mouth and you didn’t finish your sentence.

“I didn’t want to end up hurt afterwards. I assumed he only saw me as his best friend and the act would die out eventually when we got back to Hogwarts.”

The snort from George interrupted the silence that followed after your sentence. “You and Fred must be two of the dumbest people I know. Y/N, he named a star after you, you were more than his best friend for a while now.”

“Oi, mate, not nice to throw me under the bus like that,” Fred quipped, entering the room with a lopsided grin.

You turned to him, quite in shock.

“And I think this is our cue to leave,” said Ginny gently, sending a wink to you and grabbing George by his forearm to lead him out of the room.

“Complete idiots,” George managed to yell whilst leaving.

Fred chuckled, stepping closer to you. "Ignore him, love. He's just jealous because he hasn't named a star after anyone yet."

“I am extremely confused, Fred.”

Fred's grin softened into a gentle smile as he reached out to take your hand in his and intervene your fingers together. He smiled as you let him. "I know, Y/N. It's been a bit of a mess, hasn't it?"

You nodded, still trying to process everything that had unfolded.

"I promise to explain everything properly," Fred reassured you, his eyes earnest and sincere.

Fred took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he began to explain. "Okay, so... I know this whole situation might seem incredibly confusing, but there are a few things you need to know." He paused, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding before continuing.

"Firstly, yes, I did come up with the plan to pretend to have feelings for you, but it wasn't just to mend things between George and me. It was also because..." He hesitated, his expression turning earnest. "Well, because I actually thought I might kill two birds with one stone.”

Confusion flickered across your face as you processed his words. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Fred took a deep breath, steeling himself before he continued. "I mean, yes, the initial idea was to help George and me patch things up by making him think I had feelings for you. But... it was also a way for me to... explore my own feelings for you."

Your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in. "You mean... you actually do have feelings for me?" you asked, your voice barely audible.

Fred nodded, his gaze unwavering as he met your eyes. "Yeah, I do. I've liked you for a while now, Y/N. I just didn't know how to tell you."

Emotions swirled inside you, a mixture of disbelief, confusion, and a flicker of hope. "But... why didn't you just tell me?" you asked, your voice trembling with emotion.

Fred sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I was scared, Y/N. Before our friendship even began, you seemed to be annoyed everytime I approached you. I am not even going to mention the looks you gave me when I tried to flirt with you. Then I dropped it, I thought you weren’t interested and it proved me right, cause quickly after you joined our trio. (A/N: We can not forget our Lee.)”

“I thought you saw me as one of these girls you always flirt with, I thought you were being a tease for your own entertainment.”

Fred's expression softened as he listened to your words, a tinge of regret coloring his features. "Y/N, I understand why you might have thought that. And I'm sorry if I ever gave you that impression.”

“But why did George think you were still into Angelina?”

“Because before you came into the picture I kinda liked her. And we got along pretty well, I just did not realize at the time she was being extra friendly with me, cause she liked George. Then you came along and my feelings changed. I mentioned them to George once or twice and then dropped it. Didn’t want to annoy him, didn’t want to hear him tease me when you joined our friend group. When he fell for Angelina, he must’ve overthought everything. But he kinda put everything together after I returned to our room after I showed you your star.” He raised his free hand and gently tucked your stray strand of hair over your ear, and then pressed his hand over your cheek, to which you leaned in.

“Pretty soon after you arrived, you fell asleep on me, literally in front of everybody,” you closed your eyes in embarrassment as he spoke, he started softly caressing your cheek, “I thought you finally started to catch on, but you asked me to put the plan on hold, and I genuinely got scared I was pushing you away with the way I acted.”

“I am so sorry for not catching on sooner, for avoiding you…” you tried to explain yourself, but Fred interrupted you.

Fred shook his head, his expression tender. "No apologies necessary, Y/N. You did what I asked you. I hope you will now understand that everything was sincere.”

You closed your eyes again and as lovingly as possible said, “And I hope you will understand that I sincerely fell for you.”

He laughed as he leaned in closer, “I got that while you were having a little chit chat with my brother, otherwise it would’ve been me who stayed over with the gnomes.” He looked deeply into your eyes as if asking if it was alright, you slightly nodded, so he closed that little space that was left between you and kissed you.

#fred weasly x reader #fred weasley x you #fake relationship #slow burn #harry potter #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley one-shot #fred x reader #fred

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Bootleg Hojan Merch

I know Nace shared part of the story in an interview a couple days ago, but I was planning on doing a write-up before I knew that, so here you go 😂 Also contains the continuation of the saga in Finland :D

Putting this under a cut because it's gonna be a bit of a read (plus a few more pictures). Yeah, I hope no one here is surprised that I suck at keeping things short 😂

So I have done a fair bit of clownery this year, and the most recent bit (before the shirt project) was attending two of the Polish gigs, Wrocław and Poznań.

I was wearing my Cha Cha Cha shirt to the Poznań gig, and when taking pictures with Bojan and Nace after the show, I opened my jacket so the shirt was visible. When stepping back after the pic, Nace spied the shirt and was kinda excited about seeing Käärijä merch – though he prefers the Häärijä merch, as he told us, because he's a "big fan" (his words, not mine).

So back at the hotel, I told @braveheart1418, "God, I'm so tempted to try to procure an actual Häärijä shirt. Tell me that's a stupid idea." Of course she did no such thing and so we looked into how much it would cost (too much) and how long it would take (too long), and so I was like, "bummer. And I'm not comfortable making bootleg official merch. Although, omg – it would be hilarious of we did Hojan merch!"

And the longer I thought about it, the more I fell in love with the idea. Again, I told friends, "tell me that would be a stupid idea," and again, they were filthy enablers, and so I started looking into the matter semi-seriously once I was back home (that was Wednesday the 22nd, so almost exactly a week before I left on a business trip leading into a stay at my parents' place leading into the gig).

The first thought was to get a big HOJAN in the Häärijä lettering on foil to iron onto a black shirt, though @braveheart1418 had commented that the design with a picture Häärijä on is much more memorable. That was a very valid point, except that there were no Hojan pics in suitable resolution that were in the right pose.

Thus, things I needed to solve:

get a plotter to cut out "Hojan" for the chest -> my mom said my cousin had a friend with a plotter. Contact was established

get a picture similar to the official merch of Hojan -> I reached out to Dean, who was absolutely lovely and set me up with a picture I could use

clip Hojan from the picture -> I had @submariini as well as another dear friend help me there because they are both much better at photoshop than me and were kind enough to offer their help, and decided to add the yellow border because the best picture Dean had sent me was black & white

get transfer paper -> easy: amazon (loathe as I am to use it)

find a copy shop to print Hojan for me -> tricky bc I got Inkjet-Printer transfer paper and most copy shops have laserjets, if they allow using your own paper at all -> I got laserjet transfer paper and once again had my cousin come to the rescue and helped me print it :D

find t-shirts in the right sizes -> I solved this by eyeballing and taking pics of my dad in the various sizes to check with @submariini. While nerve-wrecking, I am astonished just how well the sizing worked out in the end!

Despite the limited time (limited further by me getting sick Monday/Tuesday before my business trip), it all came together beautifully: I did a test-print Friday evening and picked up the foil cuts, went shirt shopping with my parents on Saturday (shout out to them for letting their adult kid drag them through three different clothes stores and especially to my dad for gamely trying on half a dozen shirts and waiting while I yelled at ed about which to take 😂), finished the test shirt (mine) that evening and adjusted the colours on the outline to be closer to the foil, printed three more copies of Hojan Sunday morning, and got them ready just in time for leaving for the gig!

Which was yet again nerve-wrecking because of the unprecedented amounts of snow happening in Bavaria, but it stood no chance against our determination!

Unfortunately, the snow situation meant that JO couldn't come out after the show, so I passed the shirt to Nace during it and received a pick in return, which made me bluescreen as I hadn't expected an exchange 😂 He put the shirt down without having looked at it, which was a bit unfortunate because I would have loved to have seen his reaction, but it was still a pretty cool moment.

They did get a lot of gifts this close to St. Nikolaus (which is also celebrated in Germany, or at least was in my youth), most of which they left on the stage for the crew to gather up, so I bluescreened even worse when Nace bee-lined over to me as they came back on stage for the SSOL-encore to thank me again for the shirt – others told me later he'd taken it backstage after Carpe Diem with him, which I'd missed 😅

After the show, I met @mogoce-nocoj and ended up talking to her for quite a while outside the venue because neither of us wanted to split off into different directions, and so it wasn't until we were on our way back to @braveheart1418's hotel room (finally accepting that we wouldn't manage to say goodbye quite so soon and might as well talk somewhere warm 😅) that I saw that Bojan had posted the story to his Instagram 😂. Let me just say that it was very fortunate we were still out-doors and not near normal flats, because I don't think I was quiet when I saw 😂

I actually ended up making four shirts including my trial one – one for Nace, one for Häärijä himself because it felt fitting, and one for @submariini because he's such a Häärijä fan :D

The latter two, I took with me to Rovaniemi (which was ed's fault, because (and I quote), "come to Rollo! It'll be fun!"), where a bunch of friends and I met up for a birthday party slash Käärijä gig (over 20 clowns in one place, it was amazing, 10/10 would do again (genuinely)). The weather and means of transport tried to keep us apart (train strikes and ice rains on my end, though I still had better luck than Joker Out), but we actually all made it and by now all made it back again, too :D

As I mentioned in a different post, I actually managed to hand over the shirt to Häärijä before the gig, and he told me he would wear it on stage, which he did! I also got a picture with him, ed, and me all in our shirts, which was also pretty great :D

So, yeah! The Process™ of project 1.

Thank you so so much to everyone who helped and encouraged me along the way -- my parents and my cousin, the gift to our fandom that is Dean Grainger (none of whom will hopefully ever read this specific post), @braveheart1418, @submariini, @alephai, my dearest friend K who's been an enabler for so so many shenanigans, and xia!bf for bearing with my insanity (both where the shirts are concerned and the general Käärijä/JO brainrot) and helping me make this project a reality 💛

#käärijä #häärijä #hojan #hojan merch #project 1 #bojan cvjetićanin #bojan cvjeticanin #nace jordan #joker out #joker out nordic tour #jo nordic tour #jo nordic tour 2023 #fucking Rovaniemi

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ride-thedragon · 13 days

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I see Laena casting discourse again. They really did age her up unnecessarily, and I do think it was to communicate how bad the whole picking child bride thing is while making her a suitable (young) match for Daemon. I genuinely remember the sheer disbelief that she was teen Laena.

Milly and Emily are Rhaenyra and Alicent from ages 14 to 20, respectively, somewhere in that timeline they become Emma and Olivia's versions of the characters. Nova is Laena from 12 to about 15, and then from 16 to 20-ish, she's played by Savannah, who then passes over to Nanna until 26, Laena is at best 26 when she dies. It's a less similar time frame for Laenor who , as much as I love young Laenor, should've been played by the same (teen) actor as he and Rhaenyra are the same age.

Back to Laena, I think they should've just casted younger and kept 1 Laena for youth and one Laena for adulthood like the other girls. Yes, she's younger but not young enough to need that much of a difference between episodes 1 and 5. I'm not promoting the sick comedy of Daemon and Youngest Laena, but that's the general point. You can't want to show the world we're in with Viserys and Rhaenys and then falter when it's Daemon's turn. Those actresses do not have a 4 year age gap. Even casting an older actress in both parts but changing their styling would make sense.

I'm not upset because I adore every Laena actor. They looked and found the prettiest actors they could, and they DIDN'T DISAPPOINT, but it was biased storytelling.

I think this was a case where hiring a young actress and allowing costumes and acting to tell a story would've worked beautifully.

Another way it would've worked was seeing as production and filming takes so long, hiring a young actress and filming baby laena at the start and teen Laena at the end of filming.

Are there no black 14/15/16 year old actors to hire?

I also don't like the fact that they cast Laena with much older actors when they are done with that initial point.

Nova is 14 now, and Savannah is 28. Nanna is 37.

They were 10/11, 25/26, and 34/35, respectively, while filming.

Respectfully that's insane.

They are playing 12, 16, and 26.

It's a clear oversight and is weird because yet again, they didn't consider the implication of a 16 year old black girl going after a 30+ year old prince. Or the idea of going from casting Laena with an actress younger than her age to two actresses a decade apart from her canon age.

Anyways: Casting 101

When 2 actors represent the spectrum of ages, your character is at (10 to 26), maybe cast between them for a teen version.

I don't like the inconsistent casting. I genuinely think the only reason I don't hate it more is because of the fact that the inconsistent costumes piss me off more.

No hate to the actresses again. This is about character continuity and not at all a reflection of their performances. They are our Laena's and the reasons we wish we got more of the character.

#hotd #house of the dragon #laena velaryon #lady laena #laena casting #hotd casting #weird age consistency #something very nefarious is at play #idk why I put kyleigh there but she's a good actress so....#hotd meta #its all so weird

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medilies · 1 month

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Byler fic rec - 5 WIPs that are worth it

I know some of y'all don't like reading incomplete fics, but here are some that are so good even the WIP averse won't regret reading them.

These fics are still updating (just not very regularly) so you will get the complete story eventually.

As you can probably guess, they're all longer chaptered fics, so expect multi-layered plots with at least a healthy dose of angst in each.

cosmonaut. by ghostshaming (T, ~82k, 15/?)

Gut wrenching. Heart breaking. A deep dive into Mike's depression and what could have been. You'll notice the writing is beautifully sensory, I'd also say this fic probably is the closest to the show plotwise. One of those fics that has its own little vibe unlike anything else.

them's the breaks by emelinelou (not rated but I'd say T, ~90k, 14/?)

A bit of canon divergence here where Will can mind-travel into the Upside Down and make it his own... or so he thinks. And ik I'm saying this for all of them but this is just fucking BRILLIANT - the overall tone is a bit more lighthearted than cosmonaut despite the characters still getting into some sticky situations, the byler of it all is ~chef's kiss~ and I really like the characterization of Mike and Will here (that is, if they were the type of people to greet each other with 'Yo').

If You Stay by Flurryofstarz (M, 52k, 11/?)

The Proposal AU! This is another fun, fairly lighthearted one. I watched the film for the first time after reading this, and I gotta say, I was disappointed - this is so much better than the film imo!! (Read: more meaningful conversations between the two leads, fewer bizarre moments thrown in, well adapted to fit byler, just as much comedy, and more drama heheh). A wonderful fic, whether you've seen The Proposal or not.

Make Believe by Flurryofstarz (E, ~84k, 17/?)

Flurryofstarz strikes again! This is an a/b/o fic, in which Mike does everything in his power to protect Will, who he's sure will present as a male omega, the most oppressed designation. (Don't worry if you don't know what the terminology means, it's all explained!) This fic is so intricate and beautiful and stays so true to the characters, it had me SCREAMING at Mike at some points, because that boy has good intentions but that does not translate to good outcomes. This is definitely one of the more serious fics, with no end to the angst in sight. 10/10. Go read it.

(Also, note that while it's marked as explicit, it hasn't yet reached any NSFW content, so please don't let that stop you. Though be warned there are some uncomfortable moments thanks to our favourite small town bullies - so far I'd rate it M.)

the vale of shadows by sevensided (stonedlennon) (M, ~30k, 11/?)

I mean, duh. Everyone's familiar with sevensided's legendary work a dream always the same - that's just basic byler lore - and this is the third and final installment of that series, in a fantasy setting this time! I can't say much more for fear of spoiling it, but trust me when I say it's equally brilliant as ADATS.

This is the only fic on this list where I'm not 100% sure if they'll continue to update. Even if they don't, though, the latest chapter ends on a nice note.

That's all, go give these amazing stories some love!

#byler #i guess ppl that dont like wips might wanna stay away from the really good ones even more cause they'll get hooked #but you can't not have the knowledge of these stories in your brain #how can you not?

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yshjjs · 2 years

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FIRST DATE WITH SKZ (hyung line ver.)

bang chan - home date.

chan is a stay-at-home person and loves to surround his loved ones with comfort and love, so he invited you home for the first date. chan cooked you dinner, and then showed you new songs written about you, and in the process constantly laughed shyly. you spent the rest of the evening wrapped up in a blanket, in bed watching your favorite movies from childhood. bang chan stroked your hair, covered your face with kisses and hugged you tightly. you wanted to forget about the outside world forever and lie like this forever together. just you, him and love.

lee know - going to a restaurant.

knowing a lot about romance, minho really wanted your first public appearance to be beautiful and special. he chose a good restaurant with your favorite cuisine in advance and booked a table there. you looked like celebrities on the red carpet, he was in an expensive suit, you in a chic dress with a neckline. having agreed with the chef, minho arranged a surprise for you, he prepared his signature dish, knowing how much you love him. after enjoying wine and dinner, you went home, where you continued the evening just as beautifully.

seo changbin - driving around the city at night.

the night air hit in the face as soon as you went outside. changbin was about to drive up and take you away on your first date. it was warm in the car and the fragrance of the guy's perfume was spreading through the cabin. you listened to 'the weekend' in silence. it was a summer night, so you opened the window and breathed in the warm air. the wind gently ruffled your hair. you put your hand out to try the city by touch. "you're so beautiful", changbin said with a smile, tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and kissed you gently

hwang hyunjin - drawing session.

your hands were constantly touching in the process, periodically hyunjin erased small spots of paint from your face, which made the situation even more intimate, emotional creative excitement reigned in the air. a walk through the evening city was a great end to the date. you held hands tightly, you caught every smile of hyunjin in response to your stories about anything, and, of course, the evening was full of long sweet kisses through which you fully expressed your feelings.

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imaginingaustin · 1 year

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paper roses

summary: unknown to austin, you had a secret collection of small gifts that he'd given you over the years that held very special memories for you.

inspired by austin showing off his go-to party trick.

“y/n, are you ready to go?” austin called from the living room.

“just about!” you called back. you finished getting dressed and slid into your shoes. you stepped out into the living room, austin smiling up at you.

“beautiful.” he said softly. you felt your face flush as you walked to the front door. you loaded into the car and made your way to the restaurant for dinner.

as you sat at the table, small talk flowing between the two of you while you waited for your food, you noticed austin beginning to fiddle with his cocktail napkin. you watched as his fingers moved in familiar motion, wrapping it around his fingers to create a rose bud.

making napkin roses was something he learned from someone he met through his sister, and it stuck with him throughout the years.

it was such a little character trait, but it was one of the things that made you fall in love with him when you started dating.

he smiled once he finished it, pressing a kiss to it before he handed it to you. you took it and put it behind your ear, the red napkin matching your red top.

dinner ended up being lovely, and once the night was over, you and austin had returned home and began getting ready for bed.

you walked into the closet, pulling a box from one the top shelf. you pulled the rose from your ear, grabbed a pen, and dated it before putting it in the box amongst all the other napkin roses that austin had made you over the years. you sifted through them, smiling at your collection when you heard austin speak.

“whatcha got there?” he asked, walking up behind you. he rested his chin on your shoulder, glancing down at the box you held.

“memories.” you said softly. you turned to face him, and handed him the box. you watch as his face changed, his eyes widening as he focused and realized what filled the box.

“you kept all of these?” he asked, rifling through them. “every one i ever made you.” he asked, moving so sit on the floor of the closet.

“not every one.” you laughed, sitting down with him. “just ones from special occasions, or when we went on dates that were especially wonderful and i wanted to remember.” you said as you began going through your collection.

“this was one of our first couple of dates. that really terrible restaurant we went to that had like, three tables in the whole place that weren’t lopsided.” you said, picking out a flower made of a blue napkin.

“can you believe that place is still open? it never has any business.” austin laughed as you shook your head.

“this one is a christmas napkin, the first christmas you spent with my family. my mom told me that night that she loved you and that she loved us together.” you said with a smile, picking out a green and red colored christmas rose. “this design made this one really pretty.”

“this one i think is one of my most favorite memories.” you said, pulling out the rose made from a purple napkin. it was one that you remember austin taking his time on, making it looking as perfect as he could make it.

austin took it from you and noticed the date written on it; your birthday.

“oh, i bet i can guess why.” he said with a smirk.

“that surprise birthday party you threw me, after weeks of me thinking that we were just gonna spend the night at home. i remember getting home from work, and you making me get dressed up.”

“you were so mad.” he laughed.

“but i changed anyway, especially after how much you begged. you drove me downtown, and i was beside myself trying to figure out where you were taking me.” you continued recounting the story of the birthday party, reminiscing on all the wonderful people that austin had gathered in such a beautiful venue. you remembered how beautifully everything was decorated, and how much fun you had.

“that night was the first time you told me you loved me.” you said softly, looking up at austin.

“i remember.” he said, smiling as he twirled the flower in between his fingers. “by then, i’d known for a while that i loved you. that night, we were slow dancing to some song, i can’t remember what, but i do remember how beautiful you looked. looking into your eyes, i just knew in that moment that i loved you, more than i ever loved anyone else. i’m pretty sure it was the first time you told me you loved me too.” he finished.

“it was.” you said with a smile, taking the rose from him. “definitely one of my, if not the, best birthdays ever.”

you and austin continued going through the box, reminiscing on the memories that each of the flowers held. austin was still in shock that you’d kept them all, but he was happy that you did.

you and him shared many wonderful memories together, and he couldn’t wait to continue to make more, both memories and flowers, with you.

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fanfiction

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otomefiend · 10 months

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Victor

Story Event: Black Wedding (part 2)

Chapter 1

Beware of this dork.

~~Part 1~~

Floating through the soft sunlight of the court's office,

Was the smell of freshly baked scones and Earl Grey tea with a drizzle of honey.

Whilst consuming them, I was finalising my report to Her Majesty the Queen as a fairytale writer.

As for Victor, who prepared those refreshments for me――.

Victor: "Oh dear! Jude ripped his shirt."

Victor: "Well, can't be helped since he's awfully familiar with sword wounds."

Victor: "Oh, and Harrison's jacket over here has a button that's coming off. I can't take care of them at all."

Victor eagerly picked up his sewing kit and began happily fixing the Crown members' clothes.

Kate: "Heh, that's some fine handiwork, Victor."

Victor: "Ah, you're right! I'm sure Jude will say that when he sees my beautifully repaired clothes."

Jude: "Did ya stitch this for me? Some fine Queen's Aide you are. Ta."

Victor: "Hmm, I might see his precious smile! I'm sure Harrison――...

Harrison: "You're so thoughtful, Victor. Would... would you like to go for lunch once in a while?"

Victor: "Aww, maybe I can finally have a lunch date with him! Just imagining it makes my heart pound."

(...I don't think either of them would ever say that)

~~Part 2~~

Today as well, I was working hard as a fairytale writer next to the lively and joyful Queen's aide.

It felt comfortable; being by his side was quickly becoming the place where I was most relaxed.

My only problem was that Victor's homemade sweets were so delicious I usually ended up eating too many of them.

Victor: "Ah yes, I was thinking that your clothes need fixing as well."

Kate: "What?"

Victor snapped his fingers; I could feel my eyes reflexively widen at sight of the item in his hands.

It was a beautiful jet black wedding dress.

Kate: ".... wonderful."

Victor: "Right? It's one-of-a-kind, so it's still not in your size――."

Kate: "Please wait, Victor. I don't understand..."

I had no recollection of purchasing such a beautiful wedding dress, nor did I have a plan to wear it.

Victor: "....yes?"

Victor: "Aah! I got ahead of myself! How foolish of me."

He shrugged, then gently put the dress down with a serious expression on his face.

Victor: "There's been a lot of talk among London couples lately."

Victor: "The rumour says that if you hold a wedding ceremony led by a congregation called Amour, your love will last forever."

Kate: "This is the first time I've heard of it. I guess it's like fortune-telling or superstition......but it's heartwarming."

Victor: "Yeah, I thought so too. Until the disappearances started."

Kate: ".... disappearances?"

~~Part 3~~

Victor continued his explanation.

There had been several cases of those who visited Amour going missing.

Suspecting some faul play, Victor approached William and both embarked on an investigation.

They discovered that the head of Amour, a man calling himself the Guru, was orchestrating it.

Most likely, the man killed those people and took all of their savings.

(....what a mess)

Though, it was disconcerting that no further action was undertaken by the Crown.

Kate: "Is there any reason why nobody has been convicted?"

Victor: "It seems that the man called the Guru doesn't like to show his face."

Victor: "He only appears during the wedding ceremony."

After hearing this, I finally realized the meaning of a wedding dress.

Kate: "Then, I presume you want me to infiltrate Amour under the guise of being engaged."

Kate: "This should hopefully lead to a wedding ceremony and, in turn, lure the Guru into the open."

Victor: "That's right! I tip my hat to your deduction skills."

Kate: ".....Then, who's going to play my fiancée?"

Victor: "As you can gauge by those tattered clothes, the Crown has been busy lately."

Victor: "Right now, I'm the only one who can be assigned to a mission."

Victor: "In other words―― Miss Kate."

Victor: "Will you marry me?"

~~Part 4~~

Victor: "In other words―― Miss Kate."

Victor: "Will you marry me?"

Kate: "..... you, Victor?"

Victor: "I, Victor, swear to always protect you. And I won't let you be anxious or sad. What do you think?"

His shiny, jewel-like eyes easily robbed me of any resistance.

Kate: "As a fairytale writer, I have no choice but to accept. Let me accompany you on your mission."

Victor: "Truly?! Thank you, Kate. You made me very happy."

Seeing him in high spirits was contagious and made me feel excited.

(Come to think of it, this is my first mission with Victor)

(But... Hmm? Will he be able to fight when push comes to shove?)

He was competent at his job and versatile at housework, yet I never saw him fight.

The truth was, no matter how many times I tried to picture it, I could only imagine him happily skipping down the corridor.

(Whatever happens, I have to protect Victor!)

It would be a disaster if something happened to Her Majesty's precious right-hand man.

Victor: "Come on, loyal to our evil. Let's have some fun!"

~~~

--Once we had packed our bags, we immediately set off to the church where Amour was based.

Believer: "Welcome to Amour!"

People who greeted us were members of the church all dressed in white.

When I expressed my wish to have a wedding ceremony, they smiled at me――.

Believer: "Then, let us test if you two are really in love with each other."

(Test!?)

(....what should I do, I didn't expect this)

Sensing my uneasiness, Victor gently squeezed my hand.

And I was fine again, just like that.

Victor: "Yes, of course. But love is invisible. It is very difficult to prove."

Victor: "So how about this."

Victor: "If I can make Kate smile in an instant, let's agree that we truly love each other?"

~~Part 5~~

At Victor's suggestion, the followers looked at each other and nodded.

Victor: "Thank you for your flexibility and generosity."

Victor: "Now, everyone pay attention to me!"

Victor: "When I flap the jacket, Kate's favourite flowers should suddenly appear all over the place!"

Believer: ".....some kind of magic trick."

Victor: "Now let me show you. Here's the jacket――."

Victor: "Yes!"

A moment later―― a flock of pure white doves flew out of his coat, all at once.

Believers: "Eek!"

Victor: "Woah! Why the doves though!?"

Believer: "Open the skylights! Hurry up, open the skylights!"

Kate: "Oh, I'll give you a hand....!"

Everyone present opened the skylights, and the doves flew gracefully into the sky.

(That was surprising...)

Kate: "Phew..."

Victor: ".....?"

Kate: "Heh, ha ha ha! Not doves again."

Kate: "'The probability of seeing doves when you fail is so high... haha...."

Believer: "Heh... What a surprise. I didn't expect pigeons to appear."

Victor: "Well... she ended up laughing as a result."

Believer: "A promise is a promise. Let us acknowledge that you two love each other."

Victor: "Wow, really? Thank you!"

The church members surrounding Victor continued to laugh in disbelief.

(I wondered what would happen if he failed, but he effortlessly made everyone smile)

Believer: "The wedding will take place tomorrow morning. Until then, you are free to do as you please."

Chapter 2

#ikemen villains #ikevil #victor #ikevil victor #ikevil story event #fan translation

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maskedtruths666 · 1 year

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Part 5 of the paid story. Denise finds fun in sneaking around and having to lead a double life.

As the week went by, the anticipation built up for Denise as the trip got closer.

“As a man of my word, I have a dress I’d like to buy for you. And I’d like to take you out for dinner as well. I’ve booked a suite for us. You don’t have to stay the night. We can have dinner and have a nice fuck and we are done for the evening.” Henry said to Denise the day before her flight.

“Sure, send me the details and I’ll meet you there.” Denise replied, excited.

She then quickly texted Jared, “Hey babe, I will be late tonight. Finalizing some stuff before the trip. You can sleep first.”

Henry and Denise made their way once again to MBS where he bought her a stunning dress. The moment she walked out of the dressing room, he could not keep it in and instantly got a boner. He had half a mind to take her there and finish in her.

As they were walking around and window shopping, Henry could not stop staring at her and lusting over how amazing she looks. He then made her pose for him as he took a few pictures of her, just for his own fapping sake.

They soon went for dinner where Henry was eagerly anticipating the end of it and when it finally arrived, he hurriedly walked her to their hotel room.

In the lift, Denise decided to tease him a little and despite the cctv, she knelt down and unzipped his pants. Out popped his throbbing dick and she gave it a little lick.

The lift ride up was about a minute and a half and Denise was full on sucking his dick by the time the lift doors opened. Henry scooped her up and carried her all the way to their room door.

The moment they entered their room, he unleashed the beast. He was undressed in a manner of seconds and he pushed her on the bed. He spread her legs and went straight for her pussy. He ate her out with such passion and desire that she orgasmed within minutes.

“Oh fuck Henry. Your tongue is magical. Oh yes, don’t stop licking me. Fuck, you’re so good.” Denise moaned so loudly, she didn’t give a care in the world.

“You’re so irresistible. I’m going to be balls deep in you every single day we are overseas and your boyfriend will never find out.” Henry growled, as he continued eating Denise out even after she’s orgasmed.

“We’ll see. My boyfriend is very perceptive. He might find out.” Denise said, breathless from her orgasm and reeling in the pleasure.

That triggered Henry who stood up and flipped her around. He bent her over and without warning, penetrated deep into Denise.

“Oh fuck. Don’t stop. Fuck me harder and faster please. Ugh.” Denise moaned ever so loudly and her moans are like music to Henry’s ears. It turned him on even more as he thrusted deep into Denise. As he thrusted into her, he pulled her hair back with one hand and with the other, he grabbed her cute breast. That seemed to turn Denise on.

“You’re so fucking wet and I bet you’re enjoying this more than your boyfriend fucking you right?” Henry grunted as he was balls deep in her.

“Yes. Your cock is perfect for me. I want all of it in me. Fuck me harder. Mark me as yours.” Denise moaned as she was about to reach orgasm again.

With that, Henry turned her around. Spread her legs wide, pinned her down and thrusted into her. As he was fucking her from the front, he could see that Denise was giving in to lust and every ounce of pleasure she’s receiving was painted on her beautifully sculpted face with just the right amount of make up. Her face showing all signs of pleasure, her moans were magical and with that, Henry decided to mark her. He grabbed both her breasts and grabbed them hard as he fucked her harder and harder. Once he decided that was enough and her breasts were red, he gave them a love bite. He bit her two breasts until they were red all over with teeth marks.

Little did he know, that the mere act of touching or caressing is a major turn on for Denise. As Denise was being marked by Henry and continually fucked by him, she was experiencing an insane amount of pleasure. Pleasure she’s never felt before.

She thought to herself, “How could a man who has been with her for a few times know how to unlock her turn ons and pleasure her way better than her boyfriend?”

As she was busy taking in all the pleasure, Henry was about to unleash his cum. He could not make up his mind on where he wanted to finish.

“I’m about to cum so hard.” Henry announced as he was intensively thrusting in and out of her.

“Ruin my make up.” Denise said, surprising Henry.

“Are you sure?” Henry asked as he was trying to control his cum.

“Yes, make me feel like a dirty whore. Your dirty and personal whore.” Denise moaned and looked at Henry seductively, maintained eye contact.

That was it. That did it for Henry. He pulled out, knelt over Denise and unleashed streaks of hot cum all over her beautifully sculpted face and that definitely ruined her make up. He drenched her in his cum.

Denise seductively licked the cum off her face and said, “I hope you can give me more of this delicious cum in the coming days.”

“Fuck, you are one wild lady. I like that.” Henry said as he lay down beside her, breathless.

She turned to him and gave him a kiss and whispered to his ears, “I want to join the mile high club. Fuck me in the toilet tomorrow on the airplane after I’ve fucked my boyfriend.”

The end! Part 6 coming up.

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annabelle1901 · 3 months

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Lost Frank Castle x Karen Page fic

Hi! So I don't really interact with anyone on Tumblr but I don't really know what else to do, so here we go. I'm back on my Kastle bullshit <3 and I've been trying to find this old fan fiction on AO3 that I started reading years ago. Stopped reading after a certain point but had the tab open on my phone and I thought I'd continue reading eventually.. And then my phone got stolen, and I forgot the title & author name. Not great. I've dedicated the past few days to looking for it and so far I got nothing.

So what I'm gonna do is write down everything I remember like a mad woman in the hope that this jogs someones memory. Please help me this fic haunts me. ANY sort of reference or whatever could potentially help (Tumblr posts, links, screenshots, Google history, etc)

Fandom: Daredevil/ the Punisher obv

Pairing: Frank Castle/ Karen Page

Rating: probably explicit (canon typical violence and eventual smut)

Published: 2016-2017 (started post s2 Daredevil but pre The Punisher s1 because I don't remember any of the plot or characters from that show showing up) might have been deleted in 2020ish

Length: has to be +10 chapters (long chapters as well, don't know if it was finished)

Characters: Matt Murdock/ Daredevil, Foggy Nelson, Claire Temple, Elektra Natchios (I vividly remember them making some sort of appearance)

now let's get really unhinged...

Plot:

Pretty sure the story starts on Karen's birthday but her mood is meh.. She's on her way home or something, gets in her car and Shining Star starts playing which let's her know that Frank was recently there. Something else must have alarmed her because she goes looking for him and finds him in like an alley around her building. He's in really bad shape, bloody practically dying. She carries him to her apartment and either helps him herself or calls Claire Temple.*

*Don't think it was in this part of the story but she helps Frank and makes a joke about him not being healthy enough to be sleeping with Karen anytime soon which makes them blush. Don't think they were intimate yet but tensions were rising.

For the next couple of chapters I remember it was mainly beautifully written angst between them in this contained space while he's healing. Karen doesn't want Frank to get killed while being the Punisher, he resists her care and tries to hurt her by saying "You aren't Maria and could never be" or something.

I also vividly remember a scene where he's grieving and keeps like tugging on this necklace Karen has on while he cries in her arms. She leaves her necklace at his family's graves and the groundskeeper or something tells her not to do that because it'll get stolen but she knows that but does it anyway as a sign of respect.

They sort admit their feelings eventually but don't sleep together yet because they know they can't go back after that. For some reason Frank needs to leave the city for a little while to re-home a dog I believe he found while on a "mission" and the idea is that the time apart will help them decide whether or not they want to be together. They reunite on a sunny, lovely day in the city and go back to her apartment and lots of smut ensues. Daredevil shows up at midnight/ morning to get Frank. Something's going down he needs his help. It doesn't end well somehow Karen gets involved and they both go to the same hospital. Frank is in a coma and Karen visits him when she's allowed and urges him to live sort of mirroring when he first got shot in the head at the carousel. He wakes up but needs to go back to prison. Everything is really bad. The press somehow knows about their relationship as well. Last scene I remember is Karen and Foggy talking about all this and a newspaper printing a picture of Karen's legs with the caption Keys to the Castle? or something. Gross everything sucks and that's where I stopped reading.

So that's about all I can remember, feels like a fever dream. If anyone could help me out I'd really appreciate it. Thx!!

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waitmyturtles · 1 year

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What a WEEK IT HAS BEEN. Double Savage savaging, The Eighth Sense ending, The Promise sucking, the Our Skyy 2 x The Eclipse trailer dropping -- I’ve been taken on an emotional whirlwind by the drama gods. (Oh, and I’ve finished my Love Sick OGMMTVC analysis, which I’ll drop tomorrow. So THAT’S been bouncing in my head. AND, I started watching Make It Right. So I’ve ALSO been spending time with MORE turnt up teenage boys. GAWD. BRACES.)

ANYWAY. ALL OF THIS CONTEXT TO SAY: when Our Dining Table drops, I drop everything and run to it, because:

1) it’s beautifully done, as ever 2) it has the pace that I’m looking for in a show 3) it has delicious food, obvi, and 4) this week, we began to get very direct insights into Yutaka’s past that help us understand who he is -- and more importantly, helps Minoru to begin understanding who Yutaka is, and 5) we really begin to see Minoru cheese out on Yutaka, which is SO cute and SO great to see visualized, as opposed to the manga, which doesn’t offer quite the same nuances.

Our Dining Table gives me all the comfort. I keep, keep, keepin’ on, keep going back to the familiar blanket of Japanese BL doramas that brought me to this Tumblr space in the first place.

So: to thoughts on Our Dining Table, episode 4, we go.

We find out Yutaka was adopted, and made to feel incredibly uncomfortable about eating -- AND about joining in a family structure -- by the actions and behavior of his older adopted brother. We see Minoru utterly GIDDY with being able to spend time with Yutaka alone. We see Tane-kun doin’ his damn thing, being SO CUTE, OMG, I WANNA PINCH YOUR CHEEKS, CUTIE -- but also serving, of course, as a metaphor of the family that Yutaka has now been DIRECTLY INVITED to join, by dad Ueda-san himself. AND as a metaphor of the family that Yutaka had been NOT invited to join as a youngster, somewhat close to Tane-kun’s age.

Yutaka had been directly invited to join his adoptive family, also by his adoptive father. But we saw at the dining table of THAT family, how engagement and communication worked. There.... was none. At least, none coming from the parents. None at all. No correction, no discipline, no nothing. You were expected to fall into your role, eat in silence. Very patriarchal, very expected, very common. You exist, without existing, if that makes sense.

I just love comparing that paradigm to how we see the Uedas interacting, jovial and lively at the table, sitting on the floor on cushions, as opposed to stiff dining chairs, with Tane-kun laying down like an uncle after a big curry meal. (Sweet potatoes in curry, radical!) Tons of conversation, interaction, jokes, physical affection.

I love Yutaka staring into space. I love it. I love him falling into his meditations and Minoru catching him on it. The wheels are NOT quite turning yet for Yutaka -- he’s still dealing with the trauma of his childhood.

But he’s recognizing why he’s drawn to the Uedas. I think he’s beginning to define what that warmth means to him.

That’s why I LOVED THE FLASHBACKS, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. Yutaka is doing a comparative analysis of his past and present in those flashbacks. It was SO WARM AND SO CUTE. I LOVED every moment -- seeing what moments Yutaka was drawn to recalling, and how he compared them to his cold childhood. (If the show continues to hew to the manga, we’ll see how Yutaka ended up with his adoptive family, and it’ll all make sense.)

Oh, and I LOVED -- gah, my heart -- I loved how the episode ended with Minoru looking at the picture of his mother, and recognizing that his was not the only family who had gone through something. And we see in next week’s preview, that we get the story of the Uedas.

This show. Perfectly paced. Perfectly warm. Centered on food. Centered on family. Family warmth and growth. With every episode, we see Tane-kun getting more and more close to Yutaka -- and vice versa, as Yutaka pats Tane-kun’s full belly. It’s just....

It’s just perfect family warmth for me, the thing that I love about doramas so much, so much more than anything else in a show.

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I want to quickly say that if you love the food in Our Dining Table, the last food-centered dorama that Japan produced was PHENOMENAL, and directed by Koreeda Hiroyuki, called The Makanai: Cooking For the Maiko House, which is on Netflix. Many of the food shots in Our Dining Table are reminding me of the cinematography of The Makanai -- simple, sumptuous, gorgeous.

I feel like The Makanai was one of the most important doramas to come out of Japan in recent years, and even though it’s not a BL, I think it’s really worth watching, to see how Kyoto and geisha/maiko culture still exists in the face of modern Japan. I learned a tremendous amount, and the acting was off the charts. Highly recommend if you have the time!

#our dining table #bokura no shokutaku #minoru x yutaka #yutaka x minoru #inukai atsuhiro #iijima hiroki #the makanai cooking for the maiko house

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Birthday Boy

Feature - Bonten Mikey x afab Reader

Warning: Alcohol consumption, Heavy Dub/con, fingering, cunninlingus, explicit content, language

A/N: Happy birthday to the dark impulsed Bonten leader Mikey! Might make this a series since this was a thought for an entire story. Also sorry for grammar/spelling mistakes!

Word Count: 4377

Summary: It’s bad to show up to a birthday party without a gift.

MDNI (18 + Over)

Birthday boy

“I still don’t get why you couldn't just go without me,” you huffed and fixed your dress back over your ass for the 12th time. It was too short, but it was the only option for you on such short notice after your best friend practically threatened not to speak to you for a month if you didn’t attend this party with her.

So you agreed and she dressed you up in one of her “sexier” (what you would call a “Ho”) dresses that included a pair of 6 inch heels which you were not crazy about either. She had plenty of friends that liked this kind of stuff. Rides on yachts, pool parties on rooftops, heavy drinking, drugs, ect. To be fair you enjoyed having a good time when the time called for it but you knew the kind of crowd you were walking into. Rude girls looking to compete with each other and men who don’t know how to keep their hands to themselves.

The combo of not being able to walk, a dress that was continuously on the verge of riding up to expose you, and the knowledge of the company you were about to meet made you extremely grumpy.

“Come on Y/n, it's gonna be fun. There’ll be some real cuties tonight and more importantly a nice open bar, calling your name,” she giggled and held onto my arm affectionately. Your mood lightened a bit. You couldn't stay mad at Eri for too long. She was your bestie after all.. The elevator took both of you up and the view of Roppongi got clearer. It was breathtaking and a small feeling inside your stomach fluttered and you felt happy. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. If anything you could get a drink and hang outside.

The metal door slide opened and you step onto the red carpeted hallway. You were surprised to see men, dressed in black suits, lined the way. They didn’t acknowledge you as Eri pulled you up to the end where two guards bouncers stood in front of two rather large Mahogany doors.

The one holding the clipboards looked at us expectedly, his stare slightly harsh as he waited.

“Eri Shinomori”, your friend announced and held your arm a little tighter. “And she is my plus one! We’re here with Kimiko-”

To both of your surprise the man interrupts her by opening the right door, music and chatter on the other side. Eri squeals under her breath and walks you in with excitement. You are met by another man in a tux and he offers to take your coats and purses. Eri gives him her things and she tells him her name. You give your jacket but opted to keep your purse. After giving him your name he walked off and you two went deeper into the apartment. You gasped quietly.

It’s huge.

The place held well over fifty people, all standing around talking amongst themselves. Eri led you over to a couches by the floor to ceiling windows where a bunch of girls were sat, all styled and made up beautifully. They looked like a bunch of super models and much to you disdain the woman you least liked was seated in the center.

Kimiko Yue. A friend you could not understand why Eri had. She was extremely rude and talked like she owned Tokyo. She took what she wanted and was unnecessarily cruel to anyone she didn’t see “worthy” enough to be around. Her sharp eyes noticed you two as you got closer and she squealed in delight.

“Eri-chan! You made it!” She got up and hugged your friend. She was quick to pull away and give her a once over. “That’s an interesting choice of shoe, kind of reminiscent of the girls at Fugo.”

Fugo was one of the lower end strip clubs out in Shinagawa. Your nose crinkled at the comment but you stayed quiet. It was never a good idea to take the bait. You fight the frown tugging your lips and pulled Eri closer to you. You wished you would have gotten a drink when you first got there. Kimiko’s friends giggled around her and then she turned her attention to you. The few moments of silence of her looking at you gave you time to prepare for her ridicule.

“Who’s your friend Eri.”

Here we go.

It wasn't like you hadn’t met months ago, or that you just spent all last week going shopping with Eri, her and her little posse. On top of that you were also the only foreigner that hung out in that group you could call friends.

“It's Y/n”, you reminded her nicely, forcing a soft smile to appease her. “You look so pretty Kimiko.”

“Of course she does,” a girl hummed and sipped her drink. “She’s gotta look all nice for the birthday boy.”

They group went into a fit of laughs and giggles and then started talking as if you weren’t there. Doing you best to not roll your eyes, you offered to grab you and Eri some drinks. She nodded, half listening as she tried to jump rope into the conversation. Despite the apartment being so big you were able to find the bar after you sifted through the crowd. There were only a few guests standing and you could collect yourself in peace. Catching the bartender’s eye you ordered two gin and tonics before turning to look at the room as you waited. You could barely see Eri and the girls but they were still at the couches gossiping about something. A part of you was sure it was about you. While you had been “accepted” into their group you were still an outsider. And if you didn’t know how to speak Japanese you would have been shunned the moment Eri introduced you.

Not that you would’ve minded.

Girls like Kimiko, you avoided like the plague. They were mean and acted entitled. It never sat right with you to treat someone as lesser but Kimiko lived off of it. The life of a high end stripper had perks but you’d rather go to a small bar and play pool or something goofy like karaoke. Looking away you people watched. There were a lot of men talking quietly amongst themselves in small pods. Most with drinks, some with lit cigars. It seemed less of a birthday party and more like a conference. Eri never told you who’s birthday it was but you supposed it didn’t matter. The only people you would know were Eri and her friends. Your eye caught a bunch of movement at the door as several men walked in, to your amazement, all strangely unique in their attire and image.

“Here’s your drinks,” the bartender caught your attention, setting the glasses down. You broke contact with the group and looked at the drinks. You gave the bartender a smile and thanked him before heading back to the group. As you got closer you stopped walking when you noticed they weren’t at the couches anymore. Glancing around you couldn’t spot Eri anywhere.

Taking a moment to calm your rising anxiety, you thought how dumb you must’ve looked holding drinks, looking like you got stood up. You made your way to the windows and found the door leading to the patio. There was a couple kissing by the railing so you moved to the other side around the corner where there were some chairs and a small table. You sat one drink down on the glass table carefully before taking a large gulp of the first. If you were going to be stuck at a party by yourself you might as well get drunk and enjoy the view in solitude. No one was going to miss you and you weighed that the sight of the sparkling city and the two drinks would be better company.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKEY!!” The crowd inside roared, shaking you a little. You tried to peek from your seat through the window but everyone blocked your view of the man of the hour. Smiling and turning back in your seat you raised your glass to the city and smiled.

“Happy Birthday Mikey.”

You downed the first drink.

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You hadn’t come back inside yet. It wasn’t so much annoying but frustrating. Mikey had noticed you the moment he stepped into the party. You were standing alone at the bar in a pretty blue dress. The fabric hugging you tightly and dangerously close to revealing your ass. His eyes followed the length of your exposed legs till they drifted up and lingered on your glossed lips, puffed out in a small pout. He wondered what had you in such a huff. It was his birthday after all and everyone at his party should be happy.

The gang made their way towards the back where they normally sat and a happy squeal reached the head of Bonten’s tired ears. Looking over his shoulder one of his girls strutted towards him looking pretty and dolled up. He gave a soft smile as the blonde kissed his lips.

“Happy Birthday Mikey,” Kimiko cooed and touched his cheek, her manicured thumb rubbing against his lower lip. “Do you like the party?”

He hummed in approval and sat down on the black leather coach. Patting his leg, Kimiko promptly sat down brushing her thigh close to his crotch as she snuggled into him. She went off detailing everything she prepared and who was invited. Sanzu handed him a drink and he took a quick moment to watch you. You had moved to the center of the room, looking around the room confused and flustered. The subtle hue of pink heating your face. Seeing you hold a drink in both hands had Mikey’s lips twitch, close to dipping down into a frown. Who was the other drink for? Had you come here with someone? Why had he never seen you before?

You were completely ignorant to his stare unlike most of the guests who knew to be on alert if he wanted them. But you were just in your own world oblivious of his existence. Why weren’t you over here, surrounding him like Kimiko was? Like the handful of other girls that just appeared. But you were looking for someone else.

Eventually you gave up and headed for the patio, careful not to spill the drinks. You slipped out of his view and then he frowned and leaned back displeased. He tried to stay in the conversation between Sanzu and Ran but his dark eyes flickered every so often back to the patio.

Sanzu leaned over catching his mood change.

“Need me to take care of something?” The second in command’s blue eyes were alert and slightly dilated. When Mikey didn’t say anything the pinkette followed his gaze, curious what was on his mind.

Mikey stayed quiet and took another drink, keeping his gaze on the windows.

At some point Kimiko must have got off him because before he knew it a cake filled with lit candles was pushed in front of him and her and the other girls were shouting happy birthday followed by everyone else.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKEY!”

Everyone moved in to watch him and his gut twisted. He didn’t want everyone looking at him. He tried to glance through the windows and see if you had finally come in but the crowd blocked his view. The silent pause pulled him back to reality and he realized everyone was waiting on him. Taking a deep breath he blew out all the candles and a puff of smoke tickled his nose and everyone cheered. He was handed another drink, this time from the younger Haitani who patted him on the back.

Forcing a small smile, he felt a bit of relief as everyone spread back out in the room.

“What’s up Mikey,” Mochi suddenly asked. Him, like the other executives, noticed the change in Mikey almost immediately.

Mikey watched Kimiko making her way back toward him, holding a plate with a piece of cake on it. He stood up and looked at Sanzu.

“I want to be alone.” A simple statement but Sanzu knew Mikey didn’t want to be interrupted from whatever caught his attention. So the mad dog smiled and stood up and bounced over to Kimiko before she could reach him.

“That for me Kimi-chan?” He grinned and gripped her hips. She hit his shoulder playfully and stuck out her tongue. “Don’t tempt me babe.”

“It’s for Mikey,” she tutted and tried to get around him but he wasn’t letting go.

“Mikey ain’t hungry right now,” the executive cooed and brought his lips to her neck and nipped at the skin. “But I’m fucking starved.”

Kimiko hummed in delight and brought her free hand to his hair. “Sanzu~”

“You’ll feed me, right babe?” It was impossible to resist him when he asked so nicely. The blonde nodded and gave him a hot kiss before he led her off to a private room.

Mikey was already at the door to the patio, Ran and Moichi close behind him. They got the hint and waited inside by the door so no one else would step out. It took him a moment to find you, but once he turned the corner he couldn’t miss you. Tucked away in the corner, staring at the city as you held a drink. His eyes flashed to the small table next to you, seeing the empty glass. Seems you were enjoying both by yourself.

It didn’t take you long to finally notice him and he stiffened as your gaze shifted to him, bright eyes meeting his dark ones. It felt like he was on a rollercoaster when his tummy fluttered. Not wanting to be caught in a staring contest he looked out at the city but moved closer, hands slipping into his pant pockets. Now that he had your attention he felt weird. Exposed to your unfiltered stare. Sitting down in the empty seat he continued to stare out.

“It's a nice view,” you hummed. He looked at you in slight surprise but was pleasantly pleased you started talking first. The friendly smile on your lips was a complete contrast to the pout you held early. He decided he liked both but the smile did something different to him.

“It is,” he agreed.

The silence was back and he waited for you to say something else. But for some reason you thought your drink was more interesting. You kept your eyes down and swirled the ice around slowly.

“You want another?”

Your eyes widened at his question, and you looked up at him. When his question finally registered with your brain you smiled but shook your head.

“Thank you but I’m okay. I just finished these two in less than a half hour,” you laughed and sat the glass down. “I’m planning on getting drunk but I should pace myself.”

That caught his attention. Why did you want to get drunk?

“Why’s that?” He probed and leaned back in the chair. “Not enjoying the party?”

A buzzed giggle left your throat as you stared out.

“No, the party is good. I’m just not crazy about the company here.”

He raised an eyebrow at your statement.

“Oh?” He pulled his hands out of his pockets and played with his fingers, more curious than before. “Not a fan of the birthday boy.”

He tried to play it as sarcasm but he felt a little anxious to hear your answer. You shook your head.

“Can’t say I know him. I came here with a friend but her group of friends are a bit much for me. So I’m keeping a low profile tonight.”

Somehow Mikey knew exactly who you were talking about. Seems you had been introduced to Kimiko and he found humor in your reaction to her. She could be a brat when she wanted to.

“I take it you met Kimiko.”

“You know her,” you sounded surprised. Mikey tried not to smile.

“Most do.”

“Of course,” you mused, unconsciously grabbing your drink to take a sip from the empty glass. Mikey caught it. You must be buzzed.

“Y/n.” You introduced yourself and sat the drink back down.

Your name sat in his mouth.

He wanted to test it out loud but chose silence to mask his excitement. He liked your name and for a fleeting moment he wondered what it would sound like saying it with you on top of him, head tossed back as you gasped his.

“Manjiro,” the name was out before he could stop himself. Why would he give you his name? To mask his slip up he looked towards the direction of the door.

“Let me get you another,” he insisted.

You stayed quiet for a moment then nodded., “might as well.” You tried to stand up but he was quick to grab your wrist to keep you seated. He shook his head.

“I’ll get it.” He rose and walked back to the door and opened it, mumbling to Ran to get him two whiskey sours before coming back to you.

It didn’t take you too long to get the courage to start a conversation with him. Asking him if he'd lived in Tokyo for long, what he liked to do for fun. He answered vaguely when you asked about his work and only hinted he was in the business world. He easily switched the conversation to your interest.

“What’s your favorite treat, Y/n?” He finally spoke your name, finding pleasure in the way it sounded. It was exotic. He asked several questions. Where you were from, did you live in Japan, what you did for work. You blushed at the last question and confessed you were in between jobs. He nodded and both of you watched as Ran walked towards him holding drinks. He offered one to him first before giving the other to you. Smiling and thanking the newcomer, you took the drink. Nodding to the purpled haired executive to leave, he sat his drink on the table and focused on you once more.

“Are you gonna come to the after party?” He asked quietly, hoping to peak your interest.

You hummed, taking a small sip. Shifting in your seat Mikey didn’t miss the view of your naked thigh as your dress rode up. You seemed unaware and he didn’t feel the need to mention it. Your skin looked soft. His hand twitched, wanting very much to reach out and rub it.

“What’s at the after party?” Smiling, you gave him a playful grin and leaned back to further recline in your seat. You were trying to get comfortable. Mikey took the chance and turned his seat to face you, then reached forward and propped up your heeled feet in his lap, your ankle close to his groin. Thin fingers pressed into your calves and massaged them slowly.

“I’ll be there,” he finally answered, hands creeping closer to your inner thigh to test the waters and see if you were interested. He watched you bring the glass back to your pretty lips and take a much larger drink.

“I guess that's a pretty good reason,” your foot moved slowly, careful not to hurt him with your heel. A large smile spread your lips when the side of your foot touched his cock, not fully hard but getting close. “With my friend ditching me I suppose I don’t have any other plans.”

You hummed as he rubbed circles in your thighs.

“Such service…”

The look on your face was beautiful. The alcohol was getting to you now and your smile had softened, along with your eyes. Pink dusted your cheeks as you gave him a playful smirk, “pretty sure it’s not my birthday.”

Mikey touched your skin in awe. It wasn’t like he didn’t have his fair share of people to grope and hold but something about you resting on him, his hands holding you felt good. Really good. He wanted more. He handed you his drink , gently tilting it for you to drink. You gulped twice before he pulled it away.

“Just cause it’s not your birthday doesn't mean you can’t get a gift,” he assured her.

“That’s bad etiquette,” you slurred in disbelief. A soft moan passed your lips as his hand traveled a little higher, fingers now pressed against the seat of your lace thong that barely covered your slit. The fabric was warm and damp. The thought of you wet for him had his cock twitching, now fully hard and pressed against his black pants.

“What’s bad,” he murmured in your ear.

“The birthday boy gets all the gifts tonight-” the last part came out in cry.

Mikey snatched your thong out of the way and sunk his ring and middle fingers into you. Soft gummy walls clenching around him as he slowly pumped into you. You were so wet and by the way you desperately clung to his shoulders, leaning in so your bodies were pressed close , you were very sensitive.

“You wanna give me a present princess?” He mused and pulled you away from him so he could look right at your face. Pretty eyes full of want melted into realization.

“You’re Mikey,?” You blushed at the new information.

“You call me Manjiro,” he corrected.

You nodded, biting your lip in thought. He moved his fingers out of your slowly , pulling a pretty gasp. Watching him carefully you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. He returned it and came down on you harder, thoroughly enjoying the way you tasted. All you could do was submit and lean back in your seat as he dominated you. His other hand grabbed at your breast, kneading it slowly. He pulled down the top of your dress to play with your nipples through the lace of your bra. He wanted to see them completely naked but had another goal that was more urgent.

Kissing you one last time, he knelt down in front of you and spread your thighs wide. Your thong was soaked, familiar lace like your bra but it had turned translucent from your slick. Wet enough for him to see your pussy. His breath on you seemed to wake you up a bit, you fully understanding the position you were in. You weakly pressed a hand to the top of his head.

“Manjio-ah…we should find a ro-omhmm-” You tried but he pushed his fingers back in. Mikey felt your muscles clench around him as he moved in and out of you. He snapped his eyes back up to your face and the look in his eyes immediately shut you up. Your lips pressed together to hold back your protest but was replaced by small whimpered as he fingered you. When you tried to look away, he tsked and reached to grab your chin with his wet fingers. “You said the birthday boy got all the presents ya? Then let me open my first one.”

Your hazy eyes blinked slowly as you nodded yet affirmation was cut short when he pressed his open mouth to your panty clad cunt. A heavy moan rumbled in Mikey’s throat as he tasted you, despite the barrier of fabrics but he wasted no time to savor you like this . Tilting his head up his nose brushed up against your clit, swollen and needing attention. His tongue shot out and made small circles in the lace, making direct contact with your bud through the floral holes. When he felt he needed more, he hooked his finger around the fabric and moved it to the side. Laying his tongue flat he pressed it against your hole before moving up through your folds in one long stroke. Your thighs shook and you moaned his name louder.

Fuck that did him in.

Grabbing the fat of your ass he pulled your ups forward till they hung off the chair and he bent your knees back till they touched your shoulders.

“MmmManjiroo,” you whined, either from the discomfort of being bent back on the chair as you were or because now that your cunt was fully exposed and wide for him. His tongue sunk back into you, practically making out with your pussy. A gasp that sounded more like an airy laugh hit the chill air. Your fingers grasped clumps of his white hair, gently pulling him closer as you rocked your hips up into his face. His drool mixed with your juices, making a slurping wet sound as he ate you out. The both of you stayed like this for a while, Mikey humming in pleasure every time you came, sucking up your release like a thirsty kid at the water fountain.

At some point he barely heard your weak pleas for him to give you a break. He supposed you gave him enough for now.

Carefully, he brought your knees back down and rested them on his shoulders while he stayed crouched. His stare was fixed on your fluttering pussy, watching the creamy drool leak out of you. Not able to resist he leaned forward and gave your cunt one more solid lick, cleaning you up as he did. Standing up in front of you, he decided it was time for the two of you to leave. He didn’t want to be there anyways, but he’d agreed to let Kimiko and the girls throw him a party. He fulfilled his promise.

He came, blew out his candles, and now got to open his present wrapped up in the prettiest blue wrapping paper. He decided he liked you in blue.

“Let’s get out of here princess,” he wasn’t asking you. He pulled you on your shaky feet and fixed your thong and dress. Bringing his fingers between your faces he rubbed your release between his fingers before he told you to open your month. Like the angel he knew you were, your lips parted and he stuck the soiled fingers in, pressing down on your tongue. You hands sought out his sleeve for support and you breathed and let him use your mouth. He pinched your tongue gently then pulled out. He quickly rewarded you with a deep kiss and hummed tasting you again. “We’re gonna go home kay?”

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#bonten mikey #Bonten smut #mikey x reader #tokyo revengers #Bonten series #mikey x you #mikey sano #bonten x reader #mikey sano x reader #sano manjiro x reader

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