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sourcherryandsprinkles · 6 months

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Office smut where reader is Rafe's assistant and they both work at cameron developpement

I've never been a fan of these assistant/boss dynamics, but it fits for Rafe so I gave it a try...and it ended up being 2.5k

Warnings: 18+, fingering, unprotected p + v,

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Never in your life did you imagine yourself pursuing a career in real estate, but when an opportunity to work as a personal assistant at Cameron Development practically fell into your lap, you hadn’t been able to decline.

It was a sunny day on the golf course with your father, enjoying some quality father-daughter time before the end of summer. As you both played a round, you came across one of his golf buddies — Ward Cameron. You vaguely remembered the man, having played with his kids a few times when you were little. Sarah was the one you remembered the most, she had blond hair and always talked about turtles.

Small talk flowed between your father and Mr. Cameron as they caught up on each other's lives. Then, your college studies came into the conversation. You had graduated college this spring, but hadn’t found any jobs in your field yet. Fortunately for you, Mr. Cameron informed you that there were a few jobs available at Cameron Developpement.

You weren’t interested in real estate, but working for a well reputed company could do no wrong to your curriculum vitae. So you accepted the offer, not knowing that you would be working for his son, Rafe, as his personal assistant.

You knocked on the door at the end of the hallway, announcing your presence. ‘’You wanted to see me, Mr. Cameron?’’

He looked up from the stack of documents neatly placed before him on his desk and your breath caught in your throat. Fuck me. It was a good thing you had put on lipgloss and a nice pair of heels instead of loafers because Rafe Cameron was a fine man. He looked right out of a smutty romance novel with his crisp button up and a navy blue suit jacket that brought out the color of his eyes.

‘’Yes,’’ he replied, flashing you a polite and effortlessly charming smile. ‘’First, I wanted to meet my new assistant before I hand off the work I'd rather not deal with. My father was insistent about getting me a personal assistant, but I'm actually glad he hired you.’’ His eyes followed down your body in the most subtle way, taking note of how well your skirt was hugging your hips and anticipating the even better view when he’ll watch you go.

‘’I’m glad I took the job too. Hopefully I won’t disappoint you,’’ you responded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips, trying to hide everything you were feeling right now.

‘’I’m sure you won’t,’’ Rafe assured, his voice carrying a trace of amusement. ‘’Secondly, I was reviewing some paperwork, and it has come to my attention that Mr. Gilbert has not remitted his payment for the condo he recently bought. Can you give him a call and ask for payment? If he refuses to forward us the money before 4pm, we’ll cancel the sale agreement and find another prospective buyer.’’

You nodded in acknowledgment.

Calling Mr. Gilbert. That should be easy for your first task.

‘’Anything else?’’

Rafe shook his head. ‘’Not for the moment. You may leave.’’

‘’Well, Mr. Cameron.’’

His eyes lingered for a second, a hint of something more as he watched you turn to leave, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

Over the span of a few weeks, professional exchanges gradually morphed into something outside of your assigned tasks. You were still bringing him coffee whenever he asked and answering emails, but specks of flirting now laced your conversation and soon evolved with lingering glances to your chest while going over some work related paperwork.

Once in a while, he would call you into his office and scheme excuses just to look at you.

It wasn’t until that argument with his father that he — finally — made a move on you.

You came to work early that day and, on your way to your office, you had heard Mr. Cameron shout at his son for a mistake he had made concerning the company and how it was going to make a big dent in their finances to fix it. To respect their privacy and not wanting them to think you were eavesdropping, you quickly went to your workspace and started your work.

When Rafe came out of his father’s office, he saw you sitting at your desk. His chest was heaving with the intensity of the encounter, a storm brewing in his expression. You heard his office door close and, a few seconds later, an email popped on your screen.

My office. Now.

You thought he needed something, but when you stepped in, Rafe was waiting by the door and crashed his mouth on yours, giving in to the desires he’s been pushing aside since you walked in his office on your first day.

A small gasp left your lips, not expecting to be kissed by your boss on a Thursday morning. A cloud of confusion fogged your brain and you broke the kiss, trying to fight the invisible string pulling you to him.

Rafe's gaze lowered down yours, a complex blend of frustration and longing evident in his eyes.

The reason why he had never made a move on you before stemmed from a promise to his father, who had made him promise to not fool around with the personnel if he wanted to be part of Cameron Developpement. It hadn't been too difficult until now, the employees being mostly women in their thirties and up. Then, you came around and Rafe had to use a lot of self-control to not charm his way into your panties. To further complicate the situation, you were responsive to his advances and flirting.

However, after a heated exchange with his father, Rafe was in the mood to piss him off, so to hell with his stupid rules.

‘’Can I trust you that this stays between us?’’ His hands roamed across your sides, down your body, feeling what he had been staring at these past weeks.

‘’I never kiss and tell.’’

Rafe's thumb brushed the corner of your mouth, removing a smudge of lipstick. ‘’Good girl.’’

The way he said it went straight to your core, waking an ache between your legs. How could a voice have such a strong effect?

Your eyes traveled to the clock on the wall. Agnes, one of the secretaries, should arrive in twenty minutes. You knew her routine because her desk was right by the hallway leading to Rafe’s office. You also knew that she visited him every morning after checking her emails.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Rafe’s mouth found its way back on yours, his tongue slipping between your lips and he pulled you closer to him, pressing his body against yours as his other hand traveled down your legs, to the hem of your tight skirt. He caressed and grabbed one of your ass cheeks, groaning at the feeling.

Wasting no time getting undressed, Rafe hiked your skirt up, eliciting a small gasp as cool air hit your skin. ‘’Can you be quiet for me?’’ he asked, pressing against you and letting you feel the length of his hard cock against your thigh. ‘’The walls are thin and Agnes is gonna get here soon. We don’t want her to hear us, do we?’’

You shook your head. ‘’Are you gonna fuck me, Mr. Cameron?’’

Aside from one mishap, you and Rafe successfully kept your secret business from the other employees. If the whispers of your unprofessional doings in his office were to get to his father, you would both be in a lot of trouble.

‘’I have Anthony Gilbert from the construction company on the first line. He has some questions about the new condos,’’ you informed Rafe after he returned from an afternoon meeting, his tie slightly loosened.

A sigh left his mouth as he leaned back in his chair, visibly tired. ‘’Transfer him to my secretary.’’

You shifted on your heels, sensing Rafe didn’t want to speak to this man. ‘’He asked to speak to you specifically.’’

‘’Well, we can’t always get what we want,’’ he pressed. ‘’Agnes will take care of it,’’ Rafe repeated, his tone final.

You nodded. ‘’Yes, Mr. Cameron.’’

‘’Now, would you please close the door? There’s a document I would like to go over with you.’’

A document. You held a snicker and shut the door as requested.

Once you turned the lock, Rafe patted his lap and you walked around his desk. He watched you with hungry eyes, impatient to get his hands all over you. Get his cock inside you.

‘’Looking good today, babydoll. Is this new?’’ he asked, running his thumb over the neckline of your wrap dress as you seated yourself on his lap, careful to not rub the sole of your heels on his pants and leave a mark.

You hummed in response, leaning forward to expose more of your chest. ‘’Do you like it?’’

Rafe let his hand glide down, following the cut of the dress, until he reached the tie to undo it. He pulled until the knot came off, revealing your bra — a soft pink lace number that did not much other than looking pretty. A shudder left your lips as his hand cupped your breast through your bra, his thumb brushing over where he knew your nipple was.

‘’Very.’’

You carded your fingers as he mouthed at your chest and neck, careful to leave no marks behind. A sigh left your lips, wishing he would pull your bra down and just take suck on your nipple, but Rafe had other plans. While his mouth was working, one hand slipped between your thighs, seeking out your warmth, his hand pressed itself against your soaked panties.

He grinned against your skin. ‘’Would you look at that,’’ Rafe murmured, teasing you over the fabric and sending jolts of pleasure to your core. ‘’Were you thinking of me while I was at my meeting?’’ he questioned his fingers pushing your panties to the side, fingers delving into your slick, a low moan fell from your lips. ‘’Get on the desk.’’

You wordlessly climb up onto his cold desk, ignoring the papers that got scattered, leaning back with your hands to spread your legs for him. Rafe pulled your panties down your legs and discarded them in one of the drawers — a little keepsake.

He dipped two fingers between your soaked folds, causing you to moan slowly. ‘’You look so pretty spread out for me like this,’’ he muttered between you, his cock twitching in his pants and straining against the fabric. ‘’Ready for me to take.’’ His thumb grazed over your clit and a gasp fell from your lips, your hands instinctively grabbing the edge of the desk to brace yourself.

‘’I’m always ready for you,’’ you said, speaking the embarrassing truth. ‘’I’ve never wanted a cock as bad as I want yours.’’

Your words had the desired effect, making Rafe groan. ‘’Shit, babydoll. Where did you get that filthy mouth?’’

Rafe reached down and rubbed himself over his pants before deftly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. He stood from his seat, the bulge in his boxers making your mouth water and your pussy clench.

You used to feel guilty for fooling around on your work hours. It felt wrong and dishonest to your boss, but all guilt would go out the window the moment Rafe’s big cock entered you. Fuck work ethics and policies.

The rest of his clothes came off and he stood between your parted legs, one of his large hands grabbing your thigh while his other was holding his hard length at your entrance. His blue eyes gazed up at you with a mischievous glint as he rubbed his tip against your folds, making you whine with anticipation.

His teasing turned on him as you reached for his cock and wrapped your hand around its length, drawing a moan from him. ‘’Little minx.’’

You grinned, continuing your motions. Teasing could go both ways.

‘’Ahh,’’ you gasped as he pressed in, a slow delicious burn that sent a shiver down your spine as he pushed his way through your tight walls.

Rafe leaned down his forehead, pressing down onto yours and breathing you in as he rolled his hips into you. A moan spilled from your throat at the sensation, a little too loud, and he was quick to clamp his hand over your mouth to muffle any sounds, the floor still full at this hour.

To add to the noises, the desk was creaking every time Rafe was dragging his cock in and out of you. Although the angle was great, the desk might not be the quietest — unfortunately.

‘’You like that babydoll, you like when I fuck you like this?’’

You nodded, your mouth still covered.

Fuck, just like that, you wanted to scream, your back arching when he hit the right spot over and over at a toe curling pace. God, this was the best sex of your life. Some men just knows what they're doing.

The shrill of the phone echoed in the office, but you both ignored it — Agnes will answer. It was probably the man who wanted to speak to Rafe calling again.

Sorry Mr. Gilbert, Mr. Cameron is very busy fucking the life out of his personal assistant.

Your body writhed against Rafe, your hands leaving the desk to pull at his hair and grab at his arm while your heels dug into his ass. He grunted, your walls clenching around him. A few more hard thrusts and his thumb sweeping over your clit had your thighs trembling as the waves of pleasure washed over you.

Rafe continued to push into you, dragging out your orgasm as his took over, pulling out quickly and cumming on your stomach, trying to not get any drop on your dress.

You didn’t have time to get dressed or catch your breath that a knock came on the door. Momentarily forgetting you had locked it, you jumped, thinking you were going to get caught.

‘’What is it?’’ Rafe called out, trying not to sound too out of breath.

‘’I have Mr. Gilbert on the phone on line three. He’s asking to speak to you,’’ Agnes’s sweet voice said through the door. ‘’A pressing matter, he said.’’

‘’I’m unable to take the call at the moment. I’m busy going over a document for a client I’m seeing tomorrow morning. Could you please take the call for me?’’ he asked, rubbing his hands over your thighs, wishing his secretary would leave so he can get on his knees and get his mouth between your legs.

Agnes nodded although he couldn’t see her. ‘’I understand, Mr. Cameron. I'll inform him right away.’’

Rafe waited to hear clicks of her heels down the hallway to sink to his knees and get back to business. He did tell Agnes that he was working on a document, no one would question how long you were locked in his office for.

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somewherebetweendisorder · 6 months

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Touch Starved

Jason Todd x fem!reader

Warnings: slight angst I guess? fluff??

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You were used to Jason coming home broken and bloody. Or at least, you should be used to it after two years, but it always comes as a paralyzing shock when he stumbles through the window, eyes wary as they land on you. Tonight is no exception. Just as he is inside the room, he falls to his knees, looking up at you.

"It's bad tonight," he warns, not quite meeting your eyes.

You step closer with the caution you would use to approach a wounded animal. There are days you forget this is your reality. Days when Gotham City didn't demand your fiance's time and soul. Days when the streets didn't deliver your boyfriend back to you, worse for wear and half dead. Days when the thought of having to stitch Jason up didn't even cross your mind.

Those fleeting pieces of normalcy were what propelled you through these nights. The hope that there would be another sunny day, sitting across from Jason at your favorite cafe, soaking up the heat like the baguette in your hand soaking up the minestrone in your bowl. Spoon froze in space halfway to your mouth as he recounted stories of growing up with Dick and Tim. Love weighed down the air around you, heavy with desire and longing and words you were both too terrified to verbalize. But you knew, you both knew what lingered there, in the tiny space between you.

So with that image in mind, fading in potency as you helped Jason to his feet, brought back to reality, you vowed to get him through tonight so that another day was possible. No matter what it requires of you. No matter how brutal the task, like a lighter held to wax, melting away your optimism.

"No."

The word is a cacophony in your bedroom, not a word he uses on you often. You struggle to remember the last time he said it. You can't. Meeting his eyes, a deep green, like spring foliage, you are alarmed by the apathy projected at you.

"What?"

"Not tonight. I'll do it."

"No, Jason, let me help. Please." You know the edge of panic is unmistakable in your voice, but you don't care. If he shuts you out now, it'll take ages to fix the damage.

He shakes his head but doesn't stop you from helping him into the bathroom and easing him down onto the closed lid of the toilet. He grunts in pain, and you wince, reaching for the first aid kit below the sink. The cache of gauze and hydrogen peroxide was long ago depleted from the original case. You have to buy more every couple of weeks.

Twisting the cap off of the brown bottle you set it on the edge of the counter along with a roll of gauze, a tube of ointment, and a pair of scissors that you just sterilized. You force your mind blank as you avoid his hard stare and hiss of pain as you work off his leather jacket and toss it on the floor. You cut off the black shirt he's wearing. It's beyond saving.

Once his torso is bared you set to work, cleaning the numerous wounds. You press a little too hard on a deep cut and he growls, hand encircling your wrist to stop you.

"Y/N."

"I'm sorry, Jason. I'm sorry. It's just-"

"Y/N," he repeats, firmer this time. "Stop."

He pries the antibacterial-soaked cotton pad from your hand and stands, towering over you.

"I'll finish. Go to bed it's late."

His words are dismissive, and he's already turning away from you, but your hand on his uninjured bicep stops him.

"Jace," your voice breaks on the nickname, your frayed nerves catching up with you. "What's going on? Why are you shutting me out?"

He doesn't answer, keeping his back to you. As the tears begin to track down your face, you trail your fingertips down his skin. The touch is soft, meant to soothe, but it's too much for Jason. He's been touch-starved his whole life, and on his worst days, your affection is overwhelming.

"Just stop!"

"No! It's been too long for you to revert to this self-destructive behavior. Stop shutting me out! Let me love you. This is how I love you. Just- Stop Jason, please."

His eyes finally meet yours, bloodshot and overflowing with emotion. Before you know what's happening he's easing down to his knees again, burying his face in your chest, breathing irregularly.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry. It was so close tonight I just-"

"It's okay. It's okay," you repeat, fingers gently combing through his hair.

His lips seek yours out, desperate and hungry. You can sense it all, the toll that tonight took on him and the fear that lingers. You give in to the kiss, parting your lips and allowing him to deepen the kiss. As his hands begin to creep up your sides you struggle to tap back into the rational side of your brain. Mind foggy from the kiss you take a small step back, fingers ghosting over his lips.

"Let's finish getting you cleaned up, Jace. Then you can take me to bed."

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catladyoftheyr · 23 days

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Too Sweet

Harvey x Reader

Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4

Summary: you’re the new farmer in town and you ended up with an extra coffee. You offer it to Harvey and have a pleasant chat on his break. Fluff fluff fluff. One suggestive line about a kiss but nothing steamy. Reader is ungendered.

Authors note: I have this TikTok of him with that Hozier song on loop in my head. I love Harvey sm like that is my MANNNNN (also the farmer in that TikTok is really short so they kind of look really young)

Word count: 973

You liked to stop by the saloon in the early afternoon before the evening crowd made their way in. It was quiet and allowed you time to have conversations with Gus before other patrons needed his attention. “Hey, Gus” you called out as you walked in. He glanced up from polishing glasses behind the counter and smiled.

“Hey there! What can I get for you today?” he responded. You’d become a regular at the saloon since you’d moved in earlier this year at the beginning of spring but your order changed too often to be pinned down.

“Coffee today, please” you were feeling tired after spending your morning tending to the farm and needed a caffeine boost. Gus slid two paper cups in front of you.

“Last of the pot. Didn’t want it to sit there and go to waste. Second cup is on the house.” You appreciated his hospitality and generosity. You’d seen him give free hot meals to Linus if he was hungry as well. You slid the cash across the counter and took a sip of your coffee. You thanked Gus again before slipping out into the sunny afternoon.

You wondered silently who to gift your second coffee to, not wanting to keep it for yourself. Just then the door to the clinic across the street opened and you saw the local doctor step outside. “Hey!” You called across the street, trying to catch his attention. He glanced up at you with a confused look on his face. “Harvey, right? Gus gave me an extra cup of coffee today and I don’t need two. I saw you come out of the clinic and I was wondering if you could use a pick me up.” You caught up to him and offered him the warm paper cup.

“Oh thank you! That’s very kind of you.” Harvey grabbed the cup from you. “You're the new farmer aren’t you? I heard you inherited the land from your grandfather.”

“Yeah I just moved a couple months ago. I’m finally settling into a routine and starting to feel like the valley’a a good choice to call home. Oh, the coffee’s black by the way. I hope that’s alright.”

“I actually prefer it that way. I’m glad you’re settling in okay. Farming is hard work, be careful not to overdo it; I’d hate to see you end up in the clinic from overworking yourself. I was actually just about to go on an afternoon walk, would you care to join me?” Harvey looked away sheepishly as he delivered his invitation.

“I’d like that. I actually prefer my coffee black as well. But yeah, farming is tough. It’s a huge change from the desk job I had with Joja back in the city. The farm is still in pretty rough shape but I’m taking it day by day. What made you want to move to the valley? I imagine you can’t get a medical degree unless you go outside the valley.” You watched as the steam from the coffee fogged up Harvey’s glasses. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to clean them before responding.

“I studied in Zuzu city. I’d visited a couple other towns in the valley before, but Pelican Town won me over with its charm. The community is very tight knit here; everyone looks out for each other. May I ask what made you decide to take over the farm?” You hummed quietly, contemplating your response as the two of you walked together. There were so many things that led up to your decision to start over. It was almost impossible to pinpoint it to one particular answer.

“That’s a tough question. I felt the pressure rising for a long time before the bubble popped I guess. Eventually something just snapped and I couldn’t take it anymore. Truthfully I wasn’t very happy in the city. I’d gone through a really hard breakup, and my career wasn’t panning out how I thought it would. Taking over the farm seemed like an impulsive decision, but something in my gut said it was the right choice.” Harvey nodded and sipped his coffee. The two of you sat down on a bench that overlooked the graveyard. An elderly woman with a kind face, Evelyn you remembered her name was, was watering the flowers.

“Sometimes starting over is for the best,” he replied softly. “I hope you grow to love this town and become more integrated in the community.” Harvey held his cup in one hand, letting the other fall close to your own free hand on the bench. The tips of your fingers brushed for just a moment and you felt energy run through you. You’d never looked too closely at anyone in town before, but you noticed now that Harvey was rather handsome. He was clearly older than you, in his late thirties or maybe early forties. He had a neatly trimmed mustache and light stubble on the rest of his face. You felt your cheeks flush involuntarily as the thought of how his mustache might feel against your skin crept in.

“I hope so too. It feels like I’ve been too busy to make many friends in town. I still feel like an outsider,” you admitted. “It’s usually hard for me to talk to people, let alone open up like this. Most of my conversations since I’ve moved here have been with my chickens.”

Harvey let out a small chuckle. “I didn’t know chickens were such good conversationalists.” Just then he glanced at his watch and frowned. “I’m so sorry to cut our conversation short but I have to get back to the clinic soon. I hope I see you again”

“I hope so too. Maybe you can meet the chickens.” You smiled and and gave him a small wave goodbye as he got up.

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dreamingofep · 2 months

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Sinned Awakening pt. 24 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/ Vampire Austin! Elvis x reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond beliet and your undeniable attraction makes you tear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, ANGST, mentions of blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: Hello everyone! I went back and forth a lot on this chapter and needed to spice it up with some angst. 🤭 Sorry but I just had to cause some trouble for these two. There’s been something in the back of reader’s mind…

Please comment, message, and reblog if you feel so inclined.

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here or Ao3! hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think.

The plane ride back to Memphis was the longest trip of your life. Elvis didn’t lie, he didn’t keep his hands off of you the entire time and his incessant teasing was almost unbearable.

You soon realized you never got tired; ever, in any shape or form, you didn’t need to rest or take a break for anything. Elvis was having a time with you and making you an absolute mess of you in the process. He had you begging for him like he wanted, smirking at you the whole time. He wouldn’t let you make love to him. He wanted to wait til you both got home.

“Please, Elvis,” you’d beg, touching him through his pants. He’d let out a soft groan, hardly able to deny what you wanted. His eyes looked like they wanted to scream yes, but the same answer came out of his mouth.

“No baby, I want to wait. I want you in my bed. I want it to be perfect for you,” he tells you with a nip to the neck. You lean into his lips, craving more of him.

“And you’ll let me feed off of you too?” You ask in a breathy sigh, squeezing his bicep.

“Maybe…” he teases, nipping you again at that same sensitive spot.

“Baby please,” you whine, “you don’t want me to be hungry do you?” You say trying to guilt him.

“Oh no honey, I’d never let that happen to ya. You know what I’d do,” he pauses kissing your neck and gripping your waist tighter, “I’d tell you there’s blood in the fridge downstairs and have you drink that,” he teases.

You push him away from you and grumble annoyed.

“You’re so mean to me you know that?! I thought you’d treat your wife, no, your Chosen, with more compassion,” you pout.

“Oh, baby you just can’t stand not getting your way hmm?” He says with a tug of your hair, baring your neck to him.

You feel your heart pound away at having your neck exposed like this to him. You felt how much he craved your blood, how he wanted to sink his teeth into you terribly. He grunts inwardly and you feel his breath on your neck. Your hair stands up on your arms as you sense his mouth is dangerously close to the pulsing blood coursing through your neck.

His tongue licks the side of your neck making you tremble with need.

“I on the other hand would love to see what you taste like now that you’re turned… you smell more delicious than ever. I’m absolutely starving for you,” he groans, nipping at your neck harder. You gasp, all too sensitive for him.

“If I have to wait, so do you,” you grumble.

He lets you look back up at him, his breathing labored and his fangs descended already. He wasn’t lying, he was hungry, but his eyes weren’t the bone-chilling red that you grew accustomed to. They were still mesmerizingly bright and golden, pleading for you to give him a taste. But you held your ground firmly. If you couldn’t bite him, you weren’t going to let him bite you either.

Finally, the plane touches down and you both are back in Memphis. It was a beautiful, sunny, spring day and the trees were full of green leaves. There was a car waiting for you outside the terminal gates and made the quick drive to the house. Elvis kept looking over at you the entire way, watching how you were taking in all the new things you were seeing.

You didn’t notice the world this way before and it made you want to slow down and appreciate it all. You take off your sunglasses and soak in the colors of the trees like it’s the first time seeing them.

The car comes to a gentle halt in front of the house steps and Jerry opens the door for you to get out. He’s taken aback at your appearance and your golden eyes in particular.

“What?” You snicker.

“Your eyes are… somethin’,” he quips, trying to hide a laugh.

“Yeah well at least I don’t have blood zombie eyes like you guys,” you reply putting your glasses back on, a bit self-conscious.

“Oh come on, they’re not that bad,” he laughs.

“Trust me, they are,” you say back with a laugh.

“You would have looked great with red eyes! You don’t know what you’re missing. Now you just have these golden eyes that can blind your prey or whatever,” he jokes. You can’t help but laugh, it was nice to joke about your circumstances and never thought about your eyes like that. You didn’t have that menacing look that the other vampires had. Your eyes were luring but not in the same way that they did.

In the blink of an eye, Elvis is in between you both and pushing Jerry away. You felt this blinding rage of jealousy come off of him in waves and can’t understand why.

“Get away from her! What makes you think you can talk to her like that,” he seethes in his face. Jerry looks at him wide-eyed, unable to recognize the man he calls a friend.

You quickly rush to Elvis and try to pull him away.

“Elvis stop, he was just joking around!” You try to tell him. He doesn’t seem to listen to you though, he’s still busy giving Jerry a death glare.

“Don’t talk to my wife like that!” Elvis snaps again.

“Woah EP I wasn’t doing anything-,” he tries to explain but Elvis cuts him off anyway.

“I don’t want you around her!” Elvis continues to yell.

You’ve had enough of him and this uncalled-for behavior. You pull at Elvis’ arm and make him take his hands off Jerry.

“Elvis stop!” You yell over him, your voice commanding and strong. You hardly recognize it.

To your surprise, he moves and looks at you shocked. You don’t let go of him, tightening your grip around his arm.

“What the hell are you doing?” You snap. He can’t look into your eyes as he tries to find an answer.

“I-I-I d-don’t know baby… I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me. I just got so upset.”

“You got jealous,” you corrected him. He glared up at Jerry and then back to you.

“Yes, I did,” he says hesitantly, slightly annoyed too.

It had to be something with your bond. Elvis was protective, even possessive, over you but this was different. Even someone that he knows extremely well ticked him off and made him lunge at his friend's throat.

“Well don’t do that. He’s not going to cause me any harm,” you tell Elvis. He nods his head sullenly and looks down at the tight grip you have on his arm.

“Honey, you’re hurting me,” he says calmly, smirking down at you.

You quickly let go of his arm and look at the little red marks your fingers left on his skin.

“Sorry honey,” you say softly.

“It’s okay. You’ll have to get used to your strength it seems,” he says cheekily. “Let’s go in now, they’re waiting inside for us. And sorry Jerry,” he mutters, “Keep looking into that thing for me will ya.”

You give Elvis a snarky look and he holds your hand as he goes into the house. You look back at Jerry and you mouth ‘sorry’ to him. He casually shrugs his shoulders and walks off to the other side of the house.

His housekeepers were there by the front door waiting to greet him, giving him hugs and kind words that he was back. You take off your sunglasses and almost instantly regret it. They all gasp when they see your eyes and are awestruck. You look up at Elvis unsure what to do or say. Did they know about Elvis? Did they know what the full truth was? What you are now? You assumed they would by now. They’ve been working with Elvis for a long time now they were bound to find out the truth or some form of it. He stays silent too, probably not sure how to explain this all.

One of the women steps closer to you, cautiously to inspect you further. You look at her, holding your breath so you won’t smell her blood. She takes her hand and raises it to your face, hesitantly and slowly. They’re intrigued by your appearance and how you look the same yet very different. She brushes your hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear, grazing your now cold skin. You hear her take a sharp breath in and takes her hand off of your face, looking at you more intricately. Gently, she grabs your hand and holds it in hers.

“You’re beautiful, Mrs. Presley,” she says softly, giving you a sweet smile. She then goes up to Elvis, taking his hand too.

“Your wife is lovely Elvis. You somehow turned her into a more beautiful woman than before.” She says gracefully. He smiles at her, taking off his sunglasses too to reveal his eyes to her.

They all look in awe at him, surprised that you both have the same eyes now.

“Thank you, you’ve always been so gracious to me.” He says sweetly. “We’re going to settle down now and unpack our things. We’ll call if we need anything.”

They nodded their heads and stepped out of the way so you both could go into the kitchen. You’re a bit taken aback by their calm demeanor and how they didn’t freak out by your new appearances. They were extremely kind and gracious about it all. You wanted to know how they dealt with all of this so well.

“Are you hungry honey?” Elvis asks you, jolting you out of your train of thought.

“Oh umm, sure,” you say softly.

He opens the fridge and you see the top shelf filled with blood bags and the rest of the fridge has various produce in it. He takes two out of there and goes to place them on the counter. He sees you’re not exactly enthusiastic about this right now even though your senses told you you should feed.

“What’s on your mind darlin’?” He coos, pulling you into his body. His scent envelops you and gives you the most comforting sensation.

“I’ve never asked, how long have your housekeepers known? About what you are?” You ask.

What we are, your brain reminds you.

“Well, they’ve known pretty much since I came back from the army,” he explains.

“Oh, and how did they take it?” You ask.

“They were shocked, in disbelief. They thought I was sick at first and grew very concerned for me. I wasn’t eating when I got back home and they knew something was wrong. They’d cook me all my favorite meals and it all smelled wonderful, just how I remembered it, but I couldn’t take more than a few bites before wanting to puke. Then one day I told them to stop cooking for me. Having them here was putting a difficult amount of stress on me to keep them around and not want to feed.”

You nod your head in agreement as you slowly take a breath in and smell their scents.

Tempting, oh so tempting.

“I didn’t want to lie to them anymore and I sure as hell wasn’t going to fire them, so I decided to tell them the truth. They would either quit out of fear or stay and still take care of things around the house. I gave them the option. They’re all too loving and caring and wouldn’t leave me. I know it freaked them out and would keep their distance but as time went on, they knew I wouldn’t hurt them. We slowly built up trust between each other. Now they too have that unwavering trust in you,” he says, placing a soft kiss on your head.

“Elvis I- I don’t know if I can handle being around them. Isn’t it a bad idea to be around humans right now? What if it’s too much of a distraction,” you say worried.

“It’s going to be okay I promise. You are showing more control than I ever did,” he admits. That made you feel a bit better, but knowing he’s had zero control from the start wasn’t so reassuring. He goes to one of the cabinets and reaches for a glass and gently places it on the counter.

“Do you want to show me how you use your fangs or do you want me to cut this open?” He says to you with a cheeky smirk holding the bag in his hand.

“I’ll try my best,” you say quickly grabbing the bag from his hand.

You do your best to focus and breathe in the scent of the blood in your hand. Elvis's scent swirls in your head instead and you grumble frustrated. You bring it closer to your nose and then you can smell it. Your fangs descend and you feel the need to feed. You sink your teeth in the bag carefully, making sure it doesn’t burst, and drink the blood slowly. It tasted good and made you feel immensely stronger.

Elvis watches you with a smile on his face, sinking his teeth into the bag in his hand. You feel blood dribble down your face and carefully take your teeth out of the bag. You wipe your chin with the back of your hand and look up to see Elvis licking his lip.

“Very good honey.” He says sweetly. “Still making a mess but you’ll get better eventually,” he teases.

“What else is there to teach me honey?” You say eagerly.

“Lots honey, I’m not sure where I want to start,” he says low, bringing you closer to him. “There is more that we both need to learn together too honey,” he says nipping your neck.

“I’m ready to learn baby,” you tell him in a breathy sigh.

“Mhmm I’m sure you are,” he says low, “I think the next thing I need to show you is how to feed,” he growls low.

On him? Oh, that sounds perfect.

Your heart thumps wildly, loving the idea of feeding off of Elvis finally. He places his hand over your heart, feeling the excited pitter patter pounding away inside.

“Hmm, it’s so strange the way your hearts sounds now. Definitely immortal now but still draws me in more than ever,” he hums. He bends down to nip you neck and down to the the swell of your breast. His mouth felt more tempting than ever. Everything inside you screamed for him to bite you. You wanted to give him that satisfaction of having your blood and have his thirst appeased.

But you wanted to do the same to him. You were hungry by just the thought of having him. He’d be better than any other blood you’ve ever tasted you already knew that. You just wanted to sit on his lap and bite into that sweet spot on his neck. Then, if you were lucky, maybe he’d let you bite his chest too… yeah that would be incredible-…

“Show me how I should feed then,” you say in a breathy tone.

“Absolutely honey, I’ll teach you how,” he says low, nipping harder on your neck making you gasp. Elvis continues, “And show you how to compel them while you do it.”

Your heart sinks, that idea makes you feel sick for some reason. You don’t want to compel anyone in order to feed. Everything about it felt wrong and you couldn’t see yourself doing that.

“Oh… I-I thought you meant how to feed on you… I don’t think I want to drink from any human regularly,” you say sheepishly.

He pulls away from your neck and his eyes are serious.

“Why not honey?” He asks gently.

“It just feels a bit, wrong, to me… that’s all,” you try to explain.

“Okay, I understand that. It’s not easy so I understand why you feel that way,” he says to you.

“I guess I don’t want to make a habit out of something I might not be able to stop,” you explain to him gently.

Like you have, your mind screams at him.

Dear God shut up, he’s different now.

“You’re not wrong about that,” he says uncomfortable, “but, I think you should know how to in case dire situations come up and you absolutely need to feed. I don’t ever want to put you in a position where you are starving and I can’t help you if I’m not here or somethin’,” he explains.

“No, you’re right, I don’t know what circumstances could happen where I absolutely need to feed,” you say reasoning with him.

“Exactly honey, I’d never make you do it if you don’t want to. It’s just good to know. I think I’ll just feed on someone in extreme cases or when I’m out in Vegas or somethin’.” He says, going back for your neck and placing a small bite on it.

You feel your heart flat line.

In Vegas… he’d only feed off of humans in Vegas… the place where he became insatiable for blood.

You try to keep your composer, not freak out instantly on him, and not think what your brain instantly jumped to.

“Oh ummm, why just in Vegas?” You ask gently.

“Oh, don’t you remember me tellin’ ya honey? There are a lot of vampires in the area and they all have the same idea of using the blood banks for feeding. Sometimes it's hard to get blood that’s all,” he says casually.

“Well, are there any other places you can get some from? Different town maybe? Or maybe bring some with you here from Memphis,” you try to suggest.

“Yeah, it's an option for sure, but sometimes it’s not enough and humans are the easier option,” he goes on. “Why are you asking about this dear?”

Worry is slapped across your face and you can’t mask it well. You don’t exactly know why these emotions are so prominent right now but you couldn’t hide them from Elvis.

“I just don’t like the idea of feeding on innocent humans that’s all,” you say insecurely.

“Well honey, it’s not a big deal. It’s been done for centuries,” he says with a chuckle.

You look up at him not sure exactly what to say.

“I know, I just thought you could learn how to feed differently,” you say unsure. “Maybe we can learn how to feed differently, there could be other ways.” You say, trying to make this a group effort.

“Honey I’m not understanding the issue here. I’m just going to do what I’ve always done. There’s nothing wrong in that-,” he starts to say but you grow more frustrated and want to just drop the subject.

“But maybe you don’t need to do that,” you try to press.

“Well, I don’t understand honey-,” he says confused.

“You know what, forget it,” you say under your breath.

“What was that?” He asks, confused by your snarky tone. You feel your patience run dry and can’t hold back what you’ve really wanted to say.

“Because I know how you feed Elvis! I’ve seen you! I walked in on you don’t you remember?!” You snap, closing your eyes frustratedly and seeing him in between the legs of that girl on his bed. His eyes grow shocked in disbelief and regret washes over his face when you look back at him. “You don’t just bite someone, you get them all worked up,” you add.

“Oh no, no honey, I didn’t mean I’d be doing any of that. I wasn’t even thinking of doing that!” He tries to explain. You’re too ticked off to let him try to explain himself.

“You’ve told me, you’ve told me how you have a certain way you’ve always fed, especially in Vegas,” you tell him.

“Oh baby please, I wasn’t remotely thinking of that kind of stuff. You know I don’t want anyone but you,” he says firmly.

“I know, I believe you don’t want anyone else. But it’s never been a habit you were able to break. If you get in that situation…” you say carefully.

“I won’t! I won’t be in that situation. I’d never let it get that far,” he says sternly, grabbing your hands to make you listen. Maybe you were being irrationally fearful and that fear and jealousy was getting the best of you.

“You let it get that far with me,” you grumble. He throws you a look of disbelief, unable to respond to the crass comment.

“You’d be in that situation for a whole month when you’re in Vegas. Elvis, I’m not a complete idiot, I know there are girls every night that try to throw themselves at you while you’re on stage. Throwing you their room cards and panties at your feet!” You say annoyed. He doesn’t say anything, just stands there motionless scowling. You take a deep breath and try to keep yourself calm.

“And I’m just afraid with your temptation for blood… you could fall into your old ways. I just thought you could feed differently that’s all,” you say softly.

Elvis lets out a frustrated groan, hating that this was even being talked about.

“Goddamn it! Why does this need to be brought up?! Why can’t you just drop it?!” He snaps.

You feel your blood boil with anger over the tone he has. He never talks to you like this. The last time he talked to you this way was when you questioned him about the shards of the champagne bottle you found in the bathroom. How he was getting cornered about his need for blood and you almost finding out the truth.

Your anger was overwhelming and you could barely keep your breathing from faltering. Another rude comment from him was going to send you into a blind fit of rage. You don’t even know how else to continue this conversation when you realize you never had a chance to ask him an important question.

“Were you ever going to tell me what you are? Did you ever want to see how I’d honestly react? I mean your housekeepers here took it well, why didn’t you give me that chance?” You ask him frustrated. “I had my suspicions early on that something was wrong with you.”

Your question takes him by surprise and his eyes are sorrowful and full of hurt as he thinks about it.

“Yes, yes of course I wanted to tell you. When I realized I wanted to keep you around after tasting your blood, I knew I’d have to tell you sooner than later. It would be too tricky to hide how much I wanted to feed from you.” He says harshly, tracing your neck with the back of his finger. You slowly take a step back, taking his finger off of you. He doesn’t like this reaction you have from his touch and balls his hand at his side.

“And it was tricky, it only got harder. Having you intimately made me want to masquerade the truth and live in this perfect bubble with you. One where you didn’t know vampires existed and shield you from the awful reality,” he says matter-of-factly. He takes another step away from you, throwing the empty blood bag in the sink.

“It was all different with you. All of them knew me when I was human, they loved me then and wanted to stay. You didn’t know me. And the attraction we had right away was a huge distraction for me to tell you the truth. I was too afraid you’d hate me like every other woman has when I’ve told them,” he scowls.

“You wouldn’t have told me if I didn’t already have my suspicions hmm?” You ask him.

“Yes, you’re probably right. If you weren’t so curious, I probably wouldn’t have told you. Not until you absolutely needed to know,” he huffs.

“And when was that going to be? Walking in on you with a half-naked girl and feeding off her was a better option?! Elvis that really messed me up, it messed up everything,” You gripe.

“No of course not! I’m sorry, truly! I wish I could take that back. But I don’t know any of my abilities anymore since we’re bonded now! I have no clue what I need in order to survive. I don’t have answers to anything. This was all a hypothetical situation that I’m sure I’d never let myself go to,” he says raising his voice.

“Then just say you’ll feed differently! That’s all I’m asking you to say. We can figure out the rest later,” you huff.

Elvis pauses, way too long for your liking and you are seconds away from yelling at him. He takes a deep breath in, nervously playing with his rings.

“I don’t know how much blood I need anymore,” he says low, almost unheard from where you’re standing.

“Neither do I! We’ll still need blood no matter what. But I’m not the one who keeps suggesting that your way of feeding is the only option! How would you feel if I did the same thing with a guy in order to feed?” You say, your voice is shaky and on edge. He won’t look at you, too hurt from this whole conversation. You try to regroup yourself and try to get him to understand where you’re coming from.

“I’m asking you to feed differently. You have to understand why that would hurt me. Can you feed on someone just to feed, nothing more…,” you ask as gently as you could. It didn’t matter, posing the question made Elvis ticked off. He looks away from you, unable to hide his emotions.

“Elvis please, just answer the question.” You say impatiently.

He looks back at you and you can feel the anger run off of him. You have to hold your breath as he looks at you, his anger suffocating you whole. He takes his time in answering you, breathing shallowly and keeping his heated gaze on you.

“You’re asking,” he says slowly, “if I can feed on someone, and not seduce them is that it?” he says through his teeth.

It sounded awful, you knew it did. But he told you the truth months ago, that’s what he’s done for the last few years especially in Vegas.

“I guess I am,” you say heated

He takes a long pause, slumping back on the counter behind him and looking up at you fuming.

“I wish you never found out the way you did… I wish I could make you forget that part forever,” he says low.

“Yeah me too…” you tell him, your words hitting him like a ton of bricks.

A long silence fills the space between you two. You hold your breath, still waiting for Elvis to answer you. He barely looks at you, too upset at this all.

“I deserve the questioning, as much as it pains me, I did it to myself. I’ve made awful choices and it hurt you along the way… So maybe you’re right, maybe I still don’t have the control to not feed on humans that way.” He says shortly. You feel a lump in your throat form and the tears well in your eyes.

“So that’s it? You’re just going to give up and think that’s your only option? Just like you always have.” You snap.

He pushes past you and goes out of the kitchen. You follow closely behind him upstairs as he goes into the bedroom, taking two steps at a time. He quickly changes his shirt to a long sleeve and changes his shoes as well.

“Where are you going?” You ask him.

“Out,” he says rushing back out the bedroom door.

He rushes down the stairs and you grab onto his wrist before he opens the front door. He grunts when he feels you grab tightly onto him.

“What?” He says coldly.

“Where are you going? Take me with you,” you say again.

“I don’t know but when I come back, I’ll be sure to tell you what awful things I have done. Since you’re convinced that’s all I know how to do,” he scowls, pulling his arm away from you and slamming the door behind him.

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Dress - Harry J. Potter

I don’t want you like a best friend. Only bought this dress so you could take it off.

Harry J. Potter x Fem!reader

~1,1K words Summary: After defeating Lord Voldemort Harry Potter wants nothing more than to be happy. To have an easy, simple life. Be boring for a while. Things have changed. The golden trio becomes a loved-up duo and leaves Harry spending more time by himself than he likes. Things with Ginny Weasley just didn’t work out, both of them have changed and they have gone their separate ways. He spends more and more time with you, his best friend and decides to ask you to be his plus one at Ron and Hermione’s wedding.

Author’s note: this is pure, sickly sweet fluff inspired by the TS song Dress. Hope you enjoy, please leave me a comment or reblog, it makes my day!

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It would make me so happy to go to R&H’s wedding together. Will you go with me?,’ Harry had written to you a few weeks earlier. You had written your reply with shaking hands. I would love to, Harry.

And so there you were on a sunny Spring day wearing a flowy, fairytale like dress that complemented all your curves, waiting for Harry Potter.

Ron and Hermione were getting married today and you were beyond excited. You loved weddings. Adored them. There was something so magical and promising about two people dressed up to the nines, in front of all their loved ones, making vows that would last a lifetime. It was even more special when the people getting married were two of your best friends.

You met Harry, Ron and Hermione when you were just eleven on your first day at Hogwarts. Being muggle born you didn’t know anyone who went to Hogwarts and you were so anxious. The trio was kind to you and accepted you into their little friend group. After the Wizarding War you remained closest to Harry. Ron and Hermione had finally confessed their love to each other and were making up for lost time by never leaving each other’s company or their home for that matter.

During those post-war years you and Harry grew closer than ever and spent a lot of time together. He was the best friend anyone could ask for, but lately your feelings for him changed. You had fallen for the Chosen one. The man with the lightning shaped scar on his forehead and the fierce green eyes. The kind wizard who was seemingly unaware of the magnetic power he had on you.

And then he asked you to go to the wedding together. Maybe he meant it just as friends, but you felt hopeful. Maybe today you were finally going to be brave enough to confess your feelings.

You arrived before Harry did and had some time to take in the beautiful scenery. The wedding would take place outside, in the idyllic backyard of Bill and Fleur’s Shell Cottage. There were wildflowers everywhere and champagne flutes floated through the air. You grabbed one and took a sip. Maybe a bit of liquid courage was exactly what you needed.

A faint pop behind you startled you and when you turned around you felt a mixture of comfort and anxiety when you saw Harry Potter had appeared behind you.

‘Forgive me for being late. You look absolutely gorgeous,’ he said after pressing a kiss on your cheek. You hoped he didn’t notice you blushing just a little. When you replied, he was still staring at you.

‘No problem, I only just arrived. You look very handsome as well, Harry,’ you answered. His dark green dress robes made his eyes pop even more and his hair wasn't as messy as usual. You liked his messy, raven coloured hair that never seemed to want to behave in a certain way and you had to resist the urge to run your hands through his hair to mess it up a bit more.

‘Please, everyone, take your seats. The ceremony is about to begin!’ Mrs. Weasley said rather agitated and you and Harry both went and took a seat at the front.

The ceremony was intimate and beautiful. You were sure Ron had had a bit too much to drink before, he slurred his words a bit during his vows and his posture was a bit unsteady. Hermione looked radiant, even more beautiful than on a normal day.

Maybe it was wishful thinking, but you thought you felt Harry’s eyes wander to you at least a couple of times during the ceremony. You were very aware of your upper legs touching ever so slightly and when you wiped away a few happy tears, he squeezed your hand softly.

When Ron and Hermione were officially husband and wife and the newlyweds were sharing a passionate kiss, everyone got up and cheered.

‘Let’s celebrate!’ Ron yelled enthusiastically. The chairs were magicked away which made space for a dancefloor. Harry took your hands and the both of you started to dance. You let him lead you over the dancefloor, never breaking eye contact for longer than a few seconds. After a while you two decided it was time to take a break and have a drink. Harry took two glasses of champagne from one of the floating trays and gave you one. You stood there in silence for a moment, looking at Ron and Hermione, locked into a tight embrace in the center of the dancefloor.

‘You’re my best friend. I’m glad we’re here together,’ Harry suddenly said with a beaming smile. You had always been proud to call someone as kind and authentic as Harry Potter your best friend, but now the words hurt you. They felt empty. Not anything close to what you actually felt for him.

‘I don’t want to be your best friend,’ you heard yourself say. His eyes widened in confusion and a few wrinkles appeared on his forehead as he frowned.

‘Well, I mean, I like being your best friend. But I want to be more,’ you said so quietly it was no more than a whisper. Harry grabbed your hand and leaned in a bit.

‘Well, to be honest, I didn’t ask you to come with me as a friend,’ he said with a slight flush on his cheeks. You looked at him in disbelief. Could it be? Could your feelings for Harry be mutual?

‘Is it weird to ask you to be my girlfriend at our best friends’ wedding?’ You giggled.

‘I don’t know, maybe you should try it.’

Harry took a deep breath, straightened his back and took both your hands in his, in a way very similar to the way Ron and Hermione had stood before them not too long ago.

‘My lovely best friend. Would you mind if I started to call you my girlfriend from now on?’

‘That would make me very happy,’ you answered. Harry looked relieved and then came a bit closer. His face was just inches away from you.

‘I guess that since you’re my girlfriend now, I finally get to kiss you.’

‘I guess you’re right,’ you said with a smile on your face. He leaned in and pressed his lips on yours. Even though you had fantasized about this moment for so long, it was way better in reality. His lips were softer than you could have imagined and the touch of them woke a million butterflies that had been sleeping in your stomach.

‘Okay, now let’s go and find a place where I can take off that dress. It’s absolutely gorgeous, but I think I like what’s underneath it even more,’ he said with a mischievous smile.

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runnning-outof-time · 9 months

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Thank you to Flor @raincoffeeandfandoms for creating such a lovely little celebration that’s allowed me to revisit my OC Celia! This moodboard, and accompanying blurb, are set after the epilogue in the story. Enjoy! :)

A Sunny Spring Day

Warnings: none

Summary: Celia and Eden spend some time out on the grounds of Arrow House during one of the first warm days of the year.

“Mummy, look at this one!” Eden Shelby called as she ran through the field towards the tree her mother was sitting under.

“What do you have, Eden?” Celia asked, setting her copy of Thoreau’s Walden (which she was reading for the umpteenth time) down on her lap so that she could give her daughter full attention.

“I picked these purple flowers!” Eden was excited to share, the hand holding the small bouquet of flowers out in a proud manner.

“Oh, they’re pretty, sweetheart,” Celia cooed, a smile on her face as she took a better look at the flowers.

“Don’t they smell so nice?” the child was anxious to know.

“They do,” her mother happily agreed, “I believe they’re hydrangeas,” she added after studying the flowers for a few moments. There were many bushes of them scattered all over the grounds of Arrow House.

Eden brought the bouquet back up to her nose and inhaled deeply, a blissful expression forming on her face after she smelled them. “Hydrangeas smell pretty,” she confirmed, her words making her mother laugh.

“Do you want to put them in the basket as well?” Celia asked then, motioning to the basket she’d brought out with them; the basket that Eden had been placing flowers in all afternoon.

“Yes!” Eden quickly agreed before moving over and placing them securely in the basket. She then scooted over to an empty space on the blanket and sat herself down. Celia watched her with a soft smile, happy that the little girl was going to take a break from her adventuring. She’d been out and about for the entire time they’d been outside. “Do you think daddy will like the flowers?” she asked after a few minutes passed.

“Oh you’re picking those flowers for daddy?” Celia asked, her eyebrows raising in surprise as her smile grew. The slightest tinge of blush formed on Eden’s face at her mother’s question, and all that she could respond with was a bashful nod. Celia smiled at her daughter’s admission, her heart swelling, “well I think he’ll love them, darling,” she finally said, her words making the biggest smile grow on Eden’s face.

“Where did dad and Charlie go today?” Eden asked another question then, changing the topic of conversation.

“Dad took Charlie out to the stables. He wanted to see how your brother’s pony was doing,” was Celia’s answer. She had to push down the uneasy feeling that arose every time she thought about her three year old son having a pony already…even if this was the second time Tommy had done something of the sort - he got Eden a pony when she was two - it still rattled her a bit.

“Can we go and see them?” Eden asked after a few minutes had passed.

“You want to go see them now?” Celia checked, her eyebrows rasied again.

“Yes,” Eden was sure.

“Alright then,” the older of the two confirmed, setting her book to the side so that she could stand up, “help me with this blanket and we can go see what they’re up to.”

Eden jumped into gear as quickly was she could, helping her mother fold up the blanket before she swapped it for the basket of flowers she’d be giving to her father in just a few moments. She eagerly took off running in the direction of the stables then, not waiting for her mother to follow her.

Celia stayed several steps behind - she wasn’t about to run to catch up, watching her daughter as she dashed through the field of freshly grown grass. This was the first of many days that the Shelby family would be spending out in Arrow House’s grounds, and it was safe to say that this day had kicked the spring season off to a very good start.

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Tagging some mutuals who have Peaky OCs and/or may be interest in this: @zablife @emotionalcadaver @moral-terpitude @call-sign-shark @look-at-the-soul @evita-shelby @everythingelseisextra @dearshelby

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xulvuroth · 9 months

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Denial.

GF!Ethan Landry x fem!reader

Contents — it had been about a week after the incident as to where Ethan , Quinn, and Detective Bailey were revealed as the three murderers. You weren’t coping well with this at all ever since. Everyone moved past the fact of who all were the murderers. You loved Ethan with every ounce you had in you. A betrayal like that took a large number on you.

More contents— story takes place after the events of scream 6, Ethan is supposed to be dead, reader is grieving, rude! Reader , depression, angst, hurt , no comfort just pure sadness sorry pookies enjoy this little one shot tho

a bloomed , beautiful brand new rose blossomed in the sunny and warm days of spring , now nothing but frail, shriveled and motionless on a winters day. That’s how you felt. You weren’t even keeping track of the days at this point. You were skipping class almost every other day, and you never talked to anyone anymore. Every shower you took was spent crying into nothingness for more than 30 minutes at a time. Being Sam and Tara’s new roommate after the entire incident , they were even more concerned for your health. However it was worse for you , considering you knew how much it pained and upset them to know you still loved Ethan.

Even after the events that occurred last week— you still couldn’t fathom the fact Ethan was actually gone. It still hadn’t processed in your brain, and every time it registered inside your head you broke down in tears. Tara tried to explain to you that she killed him because they needed to, but you never listened. Yes, you very well did understand why she needed to kill him, you just didn’t want to hear it.

On the 6th day after the incident, Sam knocked on your door. “Y/n, we need to talk.” She announced through the door , which awoke you from your slumber. Getting up, you heaved a sigh from your lips. “Yeah?” You called out, your eyes were all sticky from crying previously before you fell asleep. You opened the door, to reveal a concerned Sam. “What is it.” You answered , feeling your heart drop a little and pick up its rate. Knowing exactly what this would be about.

“Look, Y/n, I know you’re grieving. But you cannot keep doing this to yourself, trust me, I know very well what you’re going thro-“ “No, you don’t.” You cut her off. Samantha sighed heavily , and closed her eyes. “y/n , When I found out Richie was one of the woodsboro murderers last year it broke me more than anything. I .. shielded myself from the world and I wasn’t even talking to my own sister after the whole.. thing.” Samantha explained to you, but you thought it was all just plain bullshit.

“Sam, it’s been a fucking year since Richie died. You’re well done and over him , it’s been merely six days. Six. Fucking . Days. Sam.” “I know, I just don’t want you to cope the way I di—“ “Sam, just stop. I’ll talk to you about this when I’m ready.” And with that, you shut the door in Samantha’s face. Tears crept the corners of your eyes , threatening to fall once more. It burned — your eyes burned. But you didn’t care and couldn’t help it.

Day seven.

Things had only gotten worse from that conversation with Sam. You did not leave your room at all. Popped pills. Didn’t eat for the rest of the night. That was until you finally walked out the room to grab something that belonged to you— off the kitchen counter. That was until you could hear the news from the TV discussing the mass murder that happened exactly one week ago.

The news reporter was speaking. “According to recent information now gone public , according to the Carpenter sisters, Samantha and Tara carpenter , there was said to be three suspects that were behind the mass murder in New York City. Only two bodies were discovered.”

Your stomach sunk.

Part 2?

#ethan landry #scream #ghostface #ethan kirsch #ethan bailey #scream 6 #x reader #scream vi #scream angst

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anitabighug · 1 year

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❥ A Perfect Experiment : Wally x Reader (She/Her Pronouns, Named) ✿

Chapter Masterpost: [ ♡ ♡ ♡ ] [Content Warning: Loss of Agency]

Chapter Thirteen; Do you?

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● Time marched on, and your life marched with it. Exciting summer days gave way to quiet autumn afternoons, and every day you got closer to your neighbours. You felt like you’d always been there at this point; slipping into a comfortable niche in their daily lives. You were getting more work done nowadays with the past spring’s worries of loneliness off of the table. Someone seemed to stop by every day now, even if they weren’t looking for easily digestible answers. On this particular cloudy afternoon, you had almost a whole class. Julie had organised a game of dodgeball; Herself, Sally and You on one side, and Wally, Barnaby and Frank on the other. You were failing miserably, your throws easy to dodge and easier to just stand there and watch them miss. Julie was seemingly taking this as an opportunity to torment Frank. Wally wasn’t doing much of anything at all; simply observing, and launching a ball fast and true when he noticed anyone was slacking. You idly wonder if apples are as good for eyesight as carrots. Perhaps another experiment for later. A ball bounces off your head, knocking you back into reality. Why was your cheek wet? You turn back to your friends, only to see Wally already booking it to the nearest house; yours. Thunder rumbles in the distance, and Julie lets out a groan, “What gives?? Why does it have to rain? Why can’t we just have sunny days every day???” “Oh! That's actually an excellent question,” You tell her, and she lights up, “I’d be happy to explain it, if you’d like to join me in the lab!” The interested parties, which is all of them, follow you back to your home. Wally is already inside, staring out the window at the clouds with wide, panicked eyes. You clear your throat to get his attention, then motion towards your lab, grabbing your coat along the way. As the months went on, you continued to stock it even further. The shelves were lined with fermenting samples, or half finished notebooks on whatever your current obsession was that week. Life continued to bless you with the time and freedom to explore whatever your heart desired. You pulled up a few extra chairs to your lecture area, watching Barnaby forgo one to sit on the floor. He was probably going to sleep through this one, too, but you didn’t terribly mind it. You finally hear rain starting to hit your windows. This might’ve just been the perfect day for this lesson. You grab one of your notebooks, and start to reference diagrams from within onto the board. Wally watches you with great interest; he seemed to like the diagrams more than the lessons sometimes. It was easier to focus on the lesson than let yourself get swept up in nerves from his gaze. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● You went rather in-depth on this one. Partly because you’d wanted to wait for the rain to finish, but mostly because you’d told Julie you’d explain this better ages ago. You’re explaining plants in depth now, about how they need sunlight and water in balance to survive, and so do we! You explain the water cycle; how we fit into it. “... So if it didn’t rain… The grass would all dry up, and we wouldn’t have anything to drink… We’d all have to move away from the neighbourhood, wouldn’t we?” Julie asks. Her tone is saddened, and Sally reaches over, putting a hand on top of hers. “But we don’t have to! Its still raining, even now! Groovy, isn’t it?” She grins at her girlfriend, who grins back, “You’re right!!! We should be enjoying the rain just as much as the sun!!” Julie stands with a start, frightening everyone in the room. Before anyone can protest, she’s out the door, already off to find a puddle to splash in. The group starts to laugh, and get up to follow her out of the lab now that the lesson was done. You offer your umbrella to Frank and Sally, who venture out into the pouring rain to collect their silly friend. Barnaby peeks around you eagerly, watching as Julie does a cartwheel directly into some mud. His eyes light up. His tail is wagging. You step out of the way, and watch as he dashes out the door to get just as dirty. You would’ve stopped him, but really this was between him and the rain at this point. Wally fidgets behind you, staring out at the rain, eyes narrowed. “... You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to,” You tell him with a smile. He visibly relaxes, and you giggle under your breath. You close the door, and wander back to your kitchen, deciding to calm Wally’s nerves with some chamomile. He graciously accepts when you hold the mug in front of him, and the two of you stand in your living room, watching the mess unfold outside. Sally has switched to the dark side, her and Julie now flopped over on the ground making mud pies. Frank is chasing after Barnaby, who has gathered mud all over his tail and is threatening to paint Frank’s house with it. Wally sets his mug down on your entryway table, and you wonder again how he manages to drink so fast without you noticing. You take another sip of the warm, sweet liquid. Wally moves to hold you from behind, head on your shoulder as he stares out at the rain. You wonder if this has been going on for too long. You’d gotten so used to these tender embraces, and the kisses he peppered across your cheeks on occasion. The guilt plays with your heartstrings. He hadn’t even known what a kiss was before you. He probably didn’t even know what kinds of feelings he was stirring within you. You needed to talk with him, but even now, you couldn’t find the words. Your mouth felt so dry… You take another sip, hoping that maybe the chamomile would give you courage in addition to rest. Would he be mad? When he realised what you’d let him do for so long? You finally pull yourself out of his grasp, and he makes a soft questioning noise, turning his gaze to you. “... Wally, I… I need to… You see…” You fumble. What if this wasn’t the right time? What if you made a fool of yourself? The mug is trembling in your hands. [♫] If you love me - Melody Gardot

No. The music starts, slow and soft, and your grip on the mug is gone. You can hear it shatter, but it sounds miles away. You can already feel something terrible rising in your throat. A pair of hands cover your eyes, and you hear a slow, quiet voice, “Don’t fight it.” He pleads. You can’t, not like this, not with him… “Breathe. Please.” … Fine. If he wanted to hear it; let him. You promised him, anyways, and you weren’t about to go back on a promise, no matter how much your heart ached at the prospect in front of you… “If you love me, let me know…” You feel his hands tense up. “Tell my heart which way to go… Come in close– but come in slowly, now,” Your hands move on their own, reaching up to cup his cheeks. “If you love me, let me know.”

His hands move from your eyes, and they slowly flutter open. Your gaze is distant, and his is wide, unwavering. “Other hearts may fly away… But my hope is that you'll stay,” Your hands slide down, across his collarbone, “We're two weary hearts aglow now– If you love me, let me know,” “Once the moon should take her bow, maybe you'll find the words to say.” Your hands are on his chest now, thumbs fiddling with the collar of his shirt. You wonder if he’s ever going to release his breath. “Still I've often thought that words would only get into your way…” “So, if you love me… Let me know…” You grip, and tug, and the distance is crossed. You close your eyes, too afraid to look at what his expression is as you’re compelled into a kiss. The music starts to die, and you can feel control being given back to you. Your hands shift, and press on his chest so you can pull away; put this mess behind the both of you, and you can finally move on with your life. It will hurt– but you’ll pull yourself together. Eventually. Wally is staring at you. Tears burn at your eyes. He crosses the distance once again. Every coherent thought you’d ever had is catapulted out of your head when his lips hit yours. You can feel his arms wrapping around you once again… Was this real? Was this actually happening? Your hands return to where they had been, gripping desperately at his shirt. You can feel a million sensations, but the only one you can focus on is him and his lips and his kiss. “... Gosh,” Is all you can manage to say when he finally pulls away from you. He doesn’t do so fully, pressing his forehead against yours and staring past your eyes and right into your head. “... I do.” You hear his voice, but you can’t believe it. You can’t even manage a reply. Your cheeks are burning hot, and your brain is swimming away on the current of emotions. He laughs his same dry laugh, and presses another kiss onto your lips. Then another. Your knees felt so weak… He must’ve read your mind, as he tugs you over to your conversation pit, sitting you down and checking over you quickly, making sure the number hadn’t taken too much out of you. Once he’s satisfied, he pulls you close onto his lap once more. The rain continues to drum loudly against your window, but it’s warm and safe inside, and you wouldn’t trade this opportunity for any other in your life. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● @elegantkidfansoul @itsyoboysparkel

#wally darling x reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home fic

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covenofwives · 3 months

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I Know You

DreamXD goes to meet with his brother Dream to try and talk out their differences. Each sibling bring their own friend to help calm them. GeorgeHD and George finally meet and it turns into anything but calm.

Warnings: This fic contains a small portion of unintentional self harm so avoid if it troubles you. This is a non-tickle fic.

I have waited literal years to finally be able to write this and now I can. Now with this fic out I say this marks an Act Two part of the GodSibling AU starting. I cannot wait.

Please Enjoy~

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It couldn’t have been a more perfect day on the Overworld. It was warm like a spring day with the sun soft and not too bright. This meant while it was sunny enough, not a lot of people were out. Most were in their homes or gardens; relaxing with friends or working on builds. It meant it wasn’t too busy and the perfect environment for DreamXD to show GeorgeHD around.

“This the main part of it. There are other colonies and places that are still counted in the DSMP but they’re miles out. But this is the main part.”

Today was the day DreamXD would meet with Dream and George to discuss what happened in the End. Since Dream had support from his friend, GeorgeHD kindly offered to accompany XD and the younger God happily agreed. Since there was sometime before the meeting, XD had offered to show HD around the Overworld, at least some of the DSMP area and HD had taken the offer.

The two God’s walked down Prime Path, coming from the community centre. HD slowly walked by, taking in the details of every structure and build they’d walk by, though his expression made it impossible to know if he was impressed, annoyed or indifferent.

HD wore more of his robes than XD was used to seeing him in. His black sleeveless turtleneck was covered over in pale blue robes that wrapped around from his left shoulder down to his waist. It was tucked into a golden belt then flowed out past it, covering his loose harem pants. His feet were covered in pale gold wraps to his toes which was probably the closest HD would come to wearing footwear. He had his scarf, which XD had seen sometimes before, wrapped around his neck and hiding his expression somewhat. That and the large static goggles over his eyes.

HD looked almost regal, and very much the image of a God.

“This is quite a lot to build. How long ago did you say this community started?” HD asked as he looked over in the distance to the main hub of the DSMP builds.

“Over a couple years now? It might even be four years? I honestly can’t remember it all came in so fast.” XD shyly admitted.

“I forget how fast mortals can build.” HD mused, with a small upturn of a smile. “Given the ability to craft and they really have used it well.”

XD watched HD admiring some of the builds before he built up enough courage to ask. “How long has it been since you’ve been here? If you don’t mind me asking.” XD quickly added.

“About...well it’s over ten years, I know that. Maybe over twenty.” HD thought hard. His attention fell away from the builds and ahead to the Prime path the two still walked on.

“So, nothing like this here then?” XD asked, half expecting an answer.

“Nothing as...creative.” HD said the word like it didn’t quite fit. “There were cities, towns and villages but nothing like this. Most communities were nomadic and wandered. They’d build up a place to stay then remove it when they’d go. Most of this area was free wildlife last I remembered.”

The word ‘remembered’ seemed to hurt HD, like a small stab in the side of his head and XD watched him wince. Before he could ask what was wrong, HD continued speaking. “Though I don’t remember much before I left. Things are...shaky.”

XD shut his mouth, not wanting to bring on anymore shaky memories. If HD felt comfortable enough, XD would offer his help later. “Are you sure you want to see more?” He asked cautiously.

HD took a moment to think before nodding. “Yes. I’m alright, thank you.” He turned back to XD. “You’ll need to meet Dream soon anyway so this is fine.”

That was true. XD kept a loose count in his head of how long they had and the meeting time was fast approaching. It would make sense then XD continue with the tour at Kinoko Kingdom.

The two Gods teleported to the Kingdom and XD was delighted HD was shocked at how it looked.

“What a wonderful place.” The older God smiled. “Dream lives here?”

“No. Well...not exactly. We’re meeting him here. This is Kinoko Kingdom lead by Sapnap and Karl. But it was build by Foolish. Uh, the demi-god I told you about before? He had a lot of grand scale builds around.”

It was good to see HD to enticed by the details of the kingdom. The two Gods kept to the shadows of it, keeping out of sight of the mortals walking around as much as possible. Almost all of them knew about XD but the ones that did spot him hesitated a little when they saw HD. None of them approached thankfully. XD wasn’t sure HD would be ready for actually speaking with anyone.

The cottage they were meeting at was thankfully further from the busiest parts of Kinoko Kingdom. It lay behind a forest of dark oak, it’s mushroom roof nestled between the two trees and shadowing it from view. XD kept one eye on HD as they approached, taking in every detail of his expression. Though his eyebrows drew together in a deep thought, he said nothing and just looked at the cottage.

“I’ve...seen this. This is where I dropped Dream off.”

“Yes. It’s his hideout for now. His friend’s cottage.” XD nodded.

“Concerning he needs a hideout.” HD commented.

XD grimaced but he couldn’t really argue with that. “Things here in the DSMP are...shaky right now. It’s one of the things we’ll have to talk through. Not right now of course!” XD quickly added. “Today is just setting the groundwork…”

Saving XD from explaining anymore, the cottage door open and Dream quickly stepped out.

XD was glad to see his brother looked well. He looked almost peaceful. He still had on his light green tunic as XD had last seen him in, though now it was covered in what looked like white powder. Like sugar or flour.

“XD…” Dream greeted and the God was delighted that it wasn’t in a harsh tone. It almost sounded hopeful. His green eyes then saw HD beside his brother and they widened. “HD!”

The older God smiled softly to Dream. “Hello, little champion.”

Dream’s face glowed with a soft blush, but he smiled under the name before his attention was drawn back to XD.

“I asked HD here, I hope that’s okay.” XD quickly explained though it seemed his surprised guest had gone over well. It was the first time in a while XD had seen Dream smile so easily.

“That’s fine. Makes it fair.” Dream easily shrugged. “Uh...come in. We’re almost done.”

Before XD could ask what they were done with, Dream had already disappeared inside, and the God’s followed soon after.

It would have been nicer to be in the cottage without the memory of XD’s last visit. Interrogating his brother for information, even if it was as softly as he could. XD winced from the memory but shoved it out of his mind as fast as possible. He focused on the now.

“Sorry, we’re trying to bake. But someone doesn’t know HOW TO!” Dream shouted into the kitchen while he lead XD and HD to the front room. The couch had been moved to the other side of the room and a smaller couch sat facing it when the coffee table between them. Set up like a meeting.

“Shut up!” A voice snapped back from the kitchen.

George. XD’s heart lightened to hear his voice, and gave a quick glance over HD. The God seemed more interested in taking in the details of the cottage, but gave a quick look to the door to the kitchen.

“Does your friend need help?” HD asked.

“Nah, he’s an adult he’s fine.” Dream waved to the door, and as if by summoning George walked out of the kitchen, holding a plate of cookies.

“You left half way through helping me, you idiot!” George snapped. He was covered in the same flour and sugar that covered over Dream’s tunic, though Dream had done a good job of brushing most of it off. George was covered, the flour going through his hair, showered over his top and staining over his goggles.“I had to finished up by...oh… Who’s this?”

A thumping sound drummed in XD ear’s so suddenly he almost flinched to it. It sounded like a herd of deer running through the meadow outside, or someone rapidly knocking on the cottage door. XD was half way through opening his mouth to ask if he should check it out when he realised no-one else seemed to hear it.

George was staring curiously at HD. Dream calmly looked between George and HD. And HD was staring at George like he’d just seen a ghost. All colour faded from his face, the only colour left being the stripes on his cheeks that started to run a dark teal and grey.

It’s their heart! XD realised. HD’s heart is going mad!

“Is this another God?” George asked while he set down the plate of cookies to the table. He kept his eyes on HD the whole way, until he finally broke away to look at XD.

“Y-Yes.” XD kept a gaze on HD while he looked to George. “This is my friend, I asked him to be here for this. This is… HD…”

HD still said nothing, but his heart kept beating a mile a minute. It felt so loud, XD was surprised Dream or George couldn’t hear it.

“Oh! Dream’s mentioned you.” George’s voice was easy and calmly normal, but he kept his eyes transfixed to HD like he was working out a puzzle. “Have we met before?”

“No.” HD’s voice was cold and rough, like he was speaking through spikes in his throat.

He’s lying. XD’s own heart skipped a beat. He does know George!

“HD’s not been in the Overworld for a few years.” XD quickly added before Dream or George could give much thought to HD’s tone.

“We could show him around the DSMP sometimes. If he wants.” Dream offered, and before XD could mention they walked around the sever just for a bit, Dream’s eyes flickered to George again. “George! You’re still a mess.”

“Well who’s fault is that idiot?!” George snapped, his tone not at all harsh, but he looked down at himself. He twisted his head over his shoulder and pulled his top to try and see the back of it.

From the corner of XD’s vision he could see HD’s shoulders jump, like an uncontrollable twitch surged through his body. His cheeks swirled with greys and dark teal shades as he took in a deep, silent, breath.

“You’ve probably ruined this top! My favourite one!”

XD recognised the overly whining tone of George, which meant he was not that serious. He tried his best to hit off some of the flour, whining that he couldn’t reach behind him when the helper hand appeared.

It suddenly popped up at George’s side, out stretched and reaching towards George like it would help brush the flour off, but before it could even touch him, HD crossed the distance and snatched the hand back.

The room fell into a heavy silence that no-one seemed to know how to break. George had already jumped back from the hand suddenly appearing, but now he looked at HD like he was madman. The ephemeral hand in HD’s was squeezed out of existence. Dream had moved closer to George’s side and HD was staring at George, looking like he was going to be sick.

He does know him!

“I have to go!” HD said suddenlt. He turned to the door quickly before anyone could grab him. XD just snapped out of his daze when he heard the front door open.

“HD wait!” He called after them. He saw the front door opened but when he rushed out, HD was gone. He could feel the crackle of energy disappear, knowing that HD had teleported away.

“What was that?!”

XD turned to Dream and George stood at the doorway. George had calmed down, looking just as confused as Dream was. “What was wrong with him?” Dream added to his earlier question.

“I don’t...know.” XD admitted, hating to say it out loud. He felt like he had all the pieces to a puzzle sitting right in front of him but he couldn’t put them together. He knew the answer he wanted to reach for, but HD’s words from long ago rang in his head.

“No! I don’t have any siblings! No family! Stop asking!”

“He was going to attack me!” George said.

“He wasn’t going to attack you.” XD quickly soothed over. “He wouldn’t. I think… I think he was trying to help.”

“The hand looked like it was trying to help you George.” Dream added calmly. He slipped out the doorway past George. “I think it was trying to get the flour on your back… Do you know him George?”

One of the many questions XD wanted to ask, but his mind was racing with a thousand others to really pick one. He was thankful his brother could.

“No…” George shrugged. “No I… I thought I did. But I’d remember if I saw someone like...that.”

“Where did you get your goggles, George?” XD asked. Of all the questions swimming around in his mind, that was the one that seemed to stick out. Maybe because he was so sure those same goggles almost mirrored the ones on HD’s face.

George blinked a few times to the question, and raised his hands up to the goggles in question before he realised his actions and lowered his arm. “What do you mean?”

“They’re unusual. I’ve never seen anyone with them, apart from you and HD.”

Dream stared so intently into the side of George’s head he was sure to burn a hole through the boy’s head. But George took no notice or pretended not to, and flustered his answer.

“They’re just sunglasses! Not uncommon at all! I must have seen an ad for them or just picked them up at a stall. Or…”

“You got them made.” Dream interrupted. “I remember. We were training for a manhunt and you dropped them down a ravine. When we go down you were distraught they’d broken and you said you’d have to get them fixed especially because you ordered them.”

“I…” George opened and closed his mouth. His eyes flickered back and forth as they usually did when he replayed a memory. “S-So...alright. I got them made.”

“Why did you get them made?” Dream suddenly asked. “Why that design? The same design HD has?”

“What does it matter?! I just got them made!”

“Alright, enough!” XD’s voice cut through the rising voices of Dream and George and they thankfully both went quiet. “That doesn’t solve anything.”

“Well what are you going to do then?” Dream challenge.

“I’m going to try and find HD. You two just...stay here in case he comes back. He won’t hurt you, I promise.” XD half turned away, a worrying thought looming in his head. “I just gotta find him and sort everything out.”

“Wait!”

Dream’s voice stopped XD turn, and he looked back to his brother. Dream took a step forward, giving a small look back to George before looking up to XD again. “Can we talk? Alone? Before you go?”

Anxiety spiked up XD’s spine, but it was twisted with a strange excitement. To speak with Dream was something XD feared and yearned for.

“More secrets?” George sneered, but he stepped back into the house, with his hand on the door. “Fine! Talk more about my suddenly interesting goggles some more. Spend more time on stupid things than actually fixing your issues!”

The door slammed shut and XD could hear George stomping off further into the house. His heart felt heavy and sorry for George. As confusing as it was for XD, it must be more so for George.

But XD shoved that thought out of his head as Dream stepped closer again. Now XD’s full focus was into the panic of thinking what Dream wanted to speak about. The incident with Dragon? How XD had been avoiding him?

Dream turned back to XD after he was sure George was gone and spoke in a hushed tone. “So they’re related, right? HD and George?”

“O-Oh…” Waves of relief and disappointment overwhelmed XD; creating a somewhat balance that steadied his voice. “Right well. I thought that too.”

“I mean, I had some suspicion when I first met HD but when they stand side by side they look identical!” Dream explained with excitement in his voice and a glint in his eye XD hadn’t seen in a while. “Are they brothers?”

“HD said he didn’t have brothers.” XD quickly replied. “But I mean...well the name gives it away, surely?”

“Name?” Dream blinked. “What name?”

“Well GeorgeHD and George? Kind of similar to our situation don’t you think?”

“His name is GeorgeHD?!”

XD suddenly remembered, and felt like an idiot. “Ah, right. Okay, yes. So HD’s full name is GeorgeHD. I forgot to mention that…”

“No shit you did! Of course they’re related then!”

“But HD swore he had no brothers. He said he had no siblings, no family.”

“Come on, XD! The name, the looks, hell even the attitude and poses they make are the same! Plus George’s goggles? They’ve got to be related!”

XD had pushed the thought so far out of his mind because HD was so insistent. He didn’t give it anymore thought but now that it was laid out in front of him, it made perfect sense. They were similar and not just on the surface level. Mannerisms, speech, even the name.

Then what did that mean for Sapnap4K and Sapnap?

XD shook the thought from their head for now. Right now the focus was on HD and George. “Okay yeah...maybe they’re related. Maybe siblings.”

“Definitely siblings!” Dream emphasised. His excitement was growing with each assertion.

“Well, we don’t know for sure and we are not going to assume.” XD was quick to make clear. “I’m going to go find HD.”

“Right. I’ll stay with George.”

XD gave Dream a weary look. “And you are not going to push him on this anymore. Right?”

“What do you take me for?” Dream asked, offended. “Of course I won’t.” He gave a quick glance to cottage. “If they are siblings, which I think they are, then George doesn’t remember so pushing him wouldn’t get any answers.”

And because it’s not the right thing to do! XD added, but didn’t speak it out loud. He trusted his brother enough to have care, especially for George. “When I’ve got things sorted with HD, I’ll let you know. Just keep in the cottage for now.”

Dream agreed he would, and XD quickly left. A part of his mind was negging at him, telling him to at least try and talk with Dream about things, or promise they would again, but concern and curiosity for HD took priority. Even Dream was more focused on it so XD didn’t feel too guilty.

XD teleported to the Godly Realm, and immediately knew something was wrong. He had focused on HD’s realm, which he always teleported to, but he was not there. He was in a vast space of pale multicoloured clouds and pillars that reached up to forever. Not HD’s realm.

A worrying feeling settled in XD’s heart and he quickly started walking to where HD’s realm lay. There was no real direction in the Godly Realm, but XD knew the feeling of HD’s domain well. He walked in the direction, growing more worried the longer he walked and HD’s colourful space wasn’t coming into view.Instead there was a darkness in the horizon that XD approached instead.

The white wash ground and clouds slowly morphed into a dark grey surface. Black spikes rose up and stretched into the endless sky, making the terrain difficult to see through. XD knew it was HD’s realm, if not from feeling alone then from the ripped and torn blankets and pillows that were laid between the spikes.

Manoeuvring around the spikes was just as tricky as it looked. XD tried to fly up but they stretched too high to get over them. It was a slow and careful trek through the spikes, trying to make sure XD didn’t cut himself on any of them but he knew he was headed the right way. The air was heavy and only felt heavier and heavier the closer XD got the centre. When he felt like the air was going to choke him, he saw HD.

The older God sat curled up, with a clump of spikes surrounding him. His chest was heaving with every breath and his hands clung to the side of his head, like he was trying to keep out a bad thought.

“HD!” XD called out while sidestepping another few spikes. The closer to HD, the more the spikes were growing and moving.

“Go away!” HD snapped. His voice was rough and hoarse. He’d been crying.

“HD, just…” XD struggled to push passed an ever growing spike and made it a little closer to HD. Close enough he could see the spikes around HD’s ankles were spiking up into his skin, enough to draw blood. “HD! Stop! You’re hurting yourself!”

“Leave me alone!”

XD ignored the shout and pushed himself forward, making it to HD’s side. He grabbed the spikes by HD’s legs, surprised to find they were more brittle than he thought and snapped under his touch. The spikes were gone but blood still oozed from the cuts on HD’s leg and ankle.

“It’s not a bad stab,” XD sighed in relief. “But you need to heal.” He looked up to HD. He was still locked in the same position. Curled up and hands over his ears. The goggles and wraps were gone from his eyes, and they were wide and unblinking. “HD!”

He didn’t respond, but the spikes around the two grew and slowly enclosed in. XD saw a spike slowly growing toward HD’s side and immediately rushed to snap it. “HD please!”

The spikes enclosed further and further, practically making a dome around them. A dome that was slowly getting smaller and smaller till the inner spikes would be stabbed into them.

HD’s chest heaved up and down with his breath, uneven and short. XD didn’t know what to do, but instinct to protect took over and he pressed his chest to HD’s back. He tried to keep his breathing slow and calm, despite the pressing wall of danger coming towards them.

“HD…” XD spoke, keeping calm as he could. “You need to calm down. Focus on my breathing.”

“Leave me alone...please…” HD’s voice was broken with a cry, and it broke XD’s heart to hear.

“Your gonna hurt yourself, HD. You need to calm-”

A spike that had grown far too quickly for XD to catch stretched forward and pierced into his ribs. While the pain was just a sting, it was more the surprise from it that made XD gasp and whine.

XD could feel the jolt running through HD, and his hands lowered from his head. His turned just slightly back to XD and he gasped. “XD! Fuck!”

The spikes stopped moving as HD pushed himself forward and out of XD’s arms. He turned, his eyes widening to the blood dripping down XD’s ribs. “Oh Prime, XD! I’m sorry!”

It was only the tip of the spike pierced into XD’s ribs, but he still hissed when it was slowly removed. Blood oozed from the small cut but it was quickly cleaned as HD placed his hand over the wound, and XD felt the soothing calm of his healing. He sighed, thankful, before he spoke. “You need to heal yourself too.”

“Wha?” HD seemed confused as XD pointed down to his ankles. He finally noticed the blood on his ankles. He just acknowledged it with an “oh” before an ethereal hand appeared to heal it.

“I’m so sorry XD. I didn’t think it would… Prime. I’m so sorry…”

“It’s alright.” The sting of the cut faded as HD pulled his hand away. The wound was sealed and the blood already gone. The spikes had began to reduce and shrink back into the ground, though the realm was now covered in ripped pillows and blankets and swirling with grey colours. “You, uh...you may have to clean up…”

“That’s fine, I can bring in new ones.” HD waved off. He avoided looking right at XD, his eyes casting out into the distance, giving a brief look down to his ankle and XD’s wound but he refused to look up.

“HD…” XD tried to make his voice soft as he could. “We need to talk about it.”

“No!” HD snapped instantly, though XD expected as much. The realm grew darker but the spikes never came back.

“HD you can’t just ignore this. What… Whatever this is.”

“It’s nothing!”

“It’s clearly something! I could hear your heart when you looked at George. I saw the look on your face! There is something there.”

“George…”

Of all the things to focus on, it was the name that got HD. He said it so softly, like he was holding a treasure or whispering a sweet word. His eyes unfocused, lost in a memory or trying to remember something. His eyebrows drew together as an uncomfortable thought plagued him.

“You know him, HD.” XD chose his words as softly as he could. He wasn’t sure if there was a tactful way to really go about this. Was HD being stubborn or was the memory suppressed?

“I don’t!” HD snapped again.

“Then what was that about? And your hand! One of them appeared next to George. What was it doing?”

“It was...helping him. It responded to him…”

The urge to press on the matter was so strong it almost overtook XD, but he kept his mouth shut. Whenever he pushed, HD snapped, but when he’d speak and connect the dots on his own, he’d talk more.

“The hand moved on it’s own. It went to him. It got...confused.”HD spoke like he was working through a process.

“How?”

HD opened and closed his mouth over and over again until his eyes finally met with XD’s. He so rarely ever showed his eyes but they were so expressive behind the shine.

“I… On the Overworld, I couldn’t...th-think. I could connect to everything and when I did it was exhausting. I couldn’t keep awake, I was practically narcoleptic! By the end of it I spent most of my time asleep. When I slept I’d...dream.”

The dots already connected in XD’s head with HD’s words, but he kept silent and let him carry on.

“The dreams felt real, and then I couldn’t tell them apart. But I would...dream...that I wasn’t alone. I’d have someone with me, sometimes. Someone I loved and cared for. But when I was awake I was alone.”

“Or you confused the two…” XD said softly.

“No!” HD snapped again. “No! I was alone, I know I was!”

“Alright, okay. Just...humour me for a moment, HD.” It was a risky plea, but HD calmed and relented, letting XD speak. “You said yourself, you were in and out of sleep and dreams, so much so you couldn’t tell them apart. So then doesn’t that mean there is some chance, even a slim one, that you mistook reality for dreams?”

Doubt clouded HD’s expression just for a second, but a second was enough. “That...I did confuse them sometimes but I couldn’t… I-I wouldn’t have confused someone! A person!”

“You’re sure? Not even the slimmest chance?”

“I wouldn’t! I-” A flash crossed over HD’s face, one that elated his thoughts and a desperate smile crossed his face. “I can prove it!”

Frustration bubbled up in the back of XD’s throat, but they pushed it down and calmed themselves. “Okay, how?”

“I had a place in the clouds. A home. A cloud palace! In-In my dreams Ge...th-the someone was there and they had a bed! They had a room! It won’t be there!”

XD looked to the older God doubtfully. They could think of a thousand excuses for HD on if it went against him, but they swallowed back their doubts. “Okay…” XD said calmly. “We’ll go look. If what you say is true then it shouldn’t be there.”

“It won’t!” HD grasped desperately.

“But if it is…”

“It won’t!” HD snapped. “Let’s go!”

The realm was still left with spikes and ripped pillows, but neither God cared to mention. HD teleported both of them to a place exactly as he described.

The cloud palace was high above the Overworld, floating along on soft fluffy clouds that looked like cotton candy. XD’s steps were hesitant at first but the soft cloudy ground was firm and held strong. Strong enough to hold a large palace at least. The palace was rather narrow than what XD expected and had a more circular shape. Majority of the walls were opalescent glass, that reflected the colours of the clouds around them with soft blues and white hues. The material lining the glass looked almost the same as the clouds it seemed to blend in, but when XD touched it the material was firm and cold like some type of stone.

Despite the circumstances around it the palace was beautiful and grand. The two Gods stepped in through the large front door to the grand front room. Soft wispy clouds fluttered by above as stars slowly twinkled down and faded from the ceiling. Near the back of the front room a large spiralling staircase that changed hues with the clouds outside lead up to the next floor. The palace was beautiful but XD noted it was cold. It had not been lived in for years.

XD thought HD would have been racing to prove himself right, but instead the older God just took careful steps through the front room, taking in every detail with quiet wonder. It was near impossible to read his expressions with the glasses over his eyes, and his cheeks were forever running with muted greys.

“If you want to take a moment, that’s alright.” XD spoke carefully.

HD turned his head suddenly to XD, as if just remembering the other God was there, and his lips gave somewhat of a sneer before he snapped. “No! I’m fine…”

He seemed to take it as though XD was trying to use this moment as proof to his point but that wasn’t the case. Still XD knew there was no chance HD would listen to him right now. He just calmly nodded and followed HD up the winding cloud stairs.

The upper floor blended more into a night sky than the soft white and bright hues below. The floor was misty with golden stars flickering with every step. XD could feel himself calm just from the atmosphere and knew this must be the floor where the bedrooms were. Their was another set of winding stairs leading further up, but HD made his way to a large starry door and threw it open.

It was HD bedroom, XD could already tell. The centre of the room held a massive wide bed. The dark blue sheets looked as soft as clouds and flowed over the edge to the wispy cloud floor. There were soft fabrics and netting hanging from the ceiling, draping over the bed along with ornaments of stars and moons. The room was bathed in a soft silver light, like the glow from a full moon and while the room was majority empty it was peaceful.

HD had already stepped towards the bed. His steps slowed from their confident stomp, taking each step now as slowly as he could as he walked along the side of his old bed. XD tilted his head before following.

In the middle of the wide bed, there was a divot. A small cloud divot, carved out so careful and lovingly into the bed. It was just about enough space for a toddler to crawl into and sleep.

XD tried to calmly step closer. He looked between the divot and HD, watching for any expression and was surprised to find it was the same expression he had when he was in George’s cottage.

“HD…?”

The heartbeats came again. Thundering in HD’s chest like it was about to explode through his ribs. “No…” Was the only thing he could say. Repeating it over and over again. “No. No no no no no!”

“HD. You need to calm down…”

It was a useless try. He knew HD was far past hearing him. The starry haired God was stuck, constantly repeating the word “no” like if he said it enough times it would be true. Then all of a sudden the words stopped and HD turned, leaving the room in one long stride.

XD tried to follow, thankful the God didn’t go far. He ran to one of the other doors in the circular hall and threw open the doors with so much force they battered off the walls.

It was another bedchamber HD stormed into, but much less empty than his own. The walls and floor were pale blue, and the floor was covered in an assortment of toys, puzzles and stuffed animals. There was a soft bed, cradled in a crescent moon structure, with stars and moons hanging down from the top of it. It almost looked like a crib. A crib, in the centre of a child’s room, that had once been lived in and used.

“No… NO…!” HD’s voice was breaking now as he crumbled to the floor. XD quickly ran to catch him, guiding him to kneel down. His chest was heaving now and words lost between his cries, though XD could make out very few.

“Oh Gods… Oh… George… What have I done?!”

#godsiblingau #covenofwords

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mrsdostoevsky · 2 years

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Hah! Get requested >:)

How about enjoying a rainy day with our beloved Fedya, juts drinking tea with him and relaxing?

Thank you my dearest Maby :D <3

“Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain...”

PAIRING: Fyodor Dostoevsky (BSD) x gn!reader;

GENRE: kinda of fluff/domestic, suggestive themes (just at the end);

TYPE: short drabble;

WORD COUNT: 690 (+/-)

WARNINGS: none at all, besides bad writing, occasional grammar mistakes and things getting a bit more suggestive at the end.

A/N: thank you so much, Kal, for being my “first” request! i love you so much, and I hope you enjoy what I wrote for you. 🥺🖤

It was a pleasant spring afternoon. The rain was pouring outside and timid sunny rays could still be seen through the gray clouds. Fyodor was at his office, running his eyes through some of the papers sprawled on his desk - calmly humming along with the classical music playing in the background.

He was completely exhausted but intended to keep working at his place until he was done - after all, being the mastermind behind all these brilliant schemes demands some hard work, you know? Suddenly, the sound of someone opening the door brought him out of this introspective state. It was you, his darling.

Sneaking your head inside of the room, you looked at your man and, in a sugar-coated voice, asked if you could enter his office. Fyodor nodded, unable to suppress the genuine smile on his lips just by seeing your beautiful face. After his approval, you started to walk across the room, carefully carrying two cups of fresh-made tea and, right after setting the cups on his desk, you approached him, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head.

“You're tired, aren't you?” - you asked in a soft voice, caressing Fyodor's hair and tangling his silky black locks between your fingers. “Why don't you take a little break from your work, my love? Look, I've made your favorite tea just for us!”

Fyodor stopped looking at his screens and moved his gaze to you, a little smile appearing on his face. “Oh, even if I'm tired and need to finish what I'm doing, how could I deny such a gentle invite coming from my myshka?” - he said, standing up and moving with you to the other side of the office, where there was a couch facing a large window.

With the cups in hand, you sat by his side and, while looking at the peaceful sight of the rain pouring outside, you two just talked about trivialities, such as music and a book you've just finished. When the tea was over, he gently moved you to his lap and started stroking your hair.

“Thank you.” - he murmured “What?” - you asked shocked, clearly doubting what you'd just heard. He chuckled a bit and kept saying with his sweet tune “I said 'thank you', my darling. Thank your for being so considerate of me. I know I don't say those things very often, but I feel delighted when we have moments like this.”

Oh, God, your eyes opened wide. You felt your cheeks burning red and, unable to answer his sudden confession, you instantly bury your face against Fyodor's neck. He let out a soft chuckle again, clearly amused by his effect on you.

When you finally calmed down, you moved off from his neck and faced the gorgeous man - gently cupping his face with one of your hands. “I love being with you like this too, Fedya, but I wish we could do this more often. You've been overworking yourself so much we barely have time for each other...” - you said, pouting. Fyodor gave you a tender smile, reaching for your cheek and caressing it. “I'm sorry, myshka. I know that, sometimes, I don't give you all the attention you deserve, but I'll do better, if that would make you happier”. For a short moment, you just set there and looked at his face, delighted at such loving words - what a man, you thought.

Enchanted by his spell and shifting on his lap, you slowly approached him, closing the gap between your lips in a gentle and passionate kiss, a kiss that became more and more heated when Fyodor decided to hover his hands all over your body. You were so immersed in the warmth of his mouth, but you surely felt the smirk coming from his lips right after he squeezed one of your breasts a bit too hard and you let out a soft moan.

After a while, the room's background was a mix of classical music, raindrop sounds and your needy moans - definitely, Fyodor's favorite melody.

#bungo stray dogs #bsd fanfic #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor x reader #bsd fluff #bsd fyodor x reader #bsd imagines

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shallyne · 10 months

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SJM Crackshipmonth: Stolen Kisses

Care For You

It is the sixteenth day of @sjmcrackshipmonth and I am presenting you today: Feyre x Lucien. Enjoy!

Words: 666

TW: mention of Tamlin

It's a quiet day at Tamlin’s manor. Lucien stays to keep an eye on Feyre and they start talking

Feyre felt like she could finally breathe. Just for a few days, as long as Tamlin was gone on a mission, but it still felt like a huge weight fell from her shoulders. Finally, she could walk through the house and the gardens without being watched like a hawk. Sentries were still stationed at every entrance but they didn't follow Feyre's every step.

Lucien stayed at the manor with Feyre. She knew that it was Tamlin’s order to keep an eye on her but it was easy enough for Feyre to ignore Lucien. And, honestly, when it was just them he didn't take this duty that seriously. Right now he was in the gardens with Feyre but his attention was wholly on the book. The book was about the history of the day court or something like that. She wanted to ask him why he was even interested when he was originally from the Autumn Court and now lived in spring but she could already guess that the only answer she would get was something sarcastic. She was not in the mood to argue, so she kept her mouth shut and enjoyed the sunny afternoon. Feyre took a sip of the iced tea that Alis had brought her and watched Lucien.

He held his book in one hand and lazily supported his head with the other. He was wearing a white tunic, its sleeves were rolled up to his elbow and the first few buttons were open, showing his golden-brown chest. He kept his red hair open, it fell to the side where he propped his head on his fist. His jacket was discarded on a chair beside him.

"You're staring." he said without looking up from the book.

Feyre sighed, twirling a strand of her around her finger. "You're reading about the Day Court."

He looked at her then, not immediately responding to her declaration. "And?"

"Why?" she asked.

"Why not? It's interesting." he replied, closing the book. "It's always good to learn about other courts, it could come in handy in the future."

Feyre nodded. She didn't know much about other courts. Tamlin didn't deem it necessary for her to learn about them. She barely knew anything about the Spring Court.

"I can teach you." Lucien said, as if he read her mind.

Feyre shrugged. "No need, thanks."

"Stop that." Lucien said.

"Stop what?"

He leaned forward. "You want to learn," he said. "You always want to learn but you're giving up."

Feyre put her glass on the table, straightening her back. "I'm not giving up, I just think Tamlin wouldn't be thrilled of we–"

"That is giving up." Lucien interrupted.

Feyre rolled her eyes. "Since when are you talking against Tamlin?"

"I'm not," he said defensively. "But you're losing yourself. The Feyre that I knew was curious and didn't give up until she had her answers."

"I'm not that Feyre anymore, Lucien. I died, remember?" she said, a bit too harshly.

Lucien winced, but he still said, "No you're not." He put a finger over her heart. "But that curiosity is still inside there. I knew it. I see the sparks."

Feyre looked down, where his finger touched her chest. Then she looked back at him. At his face, that was so close. The dedication that was written on his face. Not knowing what came over her, Feyre threw herself forward and kissed him. Her hands slid up to his shoulders, only gripping loosely. She expected him to push her away but after a moment of shock, his hands wandered to her waist, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. Feyre put her arms around his neck, pressing as close as physically possible.

"Feyre!" Alis voice cut through the garden. Feyre and Lucien quickly. "Lunch is ready!" Alis called.

"Coming!" Feyre called back and stood up. As she walked back towards the manor, she turned around once more. "Maybe I'll accept your offer," she said, touching her swollen lips absently. "To teach me."

Taglist: @timesconvert

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #feyre archeron #feyre #feyre cursebreaker #high lady of the night court #high lady feyre #feyre darling #lucien acotar #lucien vanserra #lucien #feycien #Lucien x feyre #Feyre x Lucien #sjmcrackshipmonth23 #sjmcrackshipmonth #crackship #rare ship

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whinlatter · 1 year

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🍈 For the ask game!

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

Yes I had to look up what a blorbo is to answer this, no I’m still not sure if this is right but… if it’s what I think it is, it’s got to be love of my life Ginny. She’s a character I’ve only ever loved more and more as I’ve gotten older. I just love who she is, and I really appreciate what animates her as a character, her motivations and her sense of herself. I love that she’s a laugh. I love that she has her own arc, but also has - and nurtures - these deep, ferociously loving bonds with so many of the series’ best characters. I love that she’s been through the absolute ringer and still comes out swinging. I love that she has these really compelling shades of grey: she kicks off, she gets absolutely livid when she needs to, she’s sneaky af and a startlingly good liar; and she absolutely has the capacity to be a little dickhead when she wants to be. She’s got real heart and huge depth.

I could do Gin headcanons for days but here are just a few:

- She’s outdoorsy, both in a real South West England/Devonshire, sunny summer orchard girl kind of way, but also a Scottish Highlands, hard winds, rainy day, muddy boots traipsing around Hogwarts grounds kind of way. Her love of animals and Quidditch is all bound up in this love of being out in the world. She feels very drawn to the Hogwarts Grounds and to the Forest, like generations of Weasleys before her. Also every WIP I have had her wearing a big fleece nicked borrowed from her dad or a brother because everyone knows cool girls wear big old fleeces, I don’t make the rules

- She’s intensely private. We know Ginny is popular. But I think of her public persona - outgoing, funny, sporty, warm, attractive - not quite as a front, per se, but a persona she knows is only half of who she really is. For all her popularity, she’s canonically quite guarded, in ways that allows her and Harry to relate to one another. I think of her as extremely unwilling to trust other people with her intimate thoughts and feelings. She’s very good at supporting her peers and classmates, but her own guardedness makes deep and meaningful reciprocal friendship with peers more difficult. After all, her family are in the Order: she couldn’t share lots of her wartime experiences with classmates in any real detail.

- I think during the war, under the Carrows, was the most isolating and lonely period of her life, bar her experience with the diary. She wouldn’t feel willing or able to share her feelings with her family or other Order members, nor with Neville and Luna - for all their experiences in common, neither Neville nor Luna had a capacity to meet her where she was at that year. I think her experiences with the diary, her fears about her own weakness and guilt over past failures, would mean she would try everything she could to train her brain actively to resist intrusion, either through torture, the Imperius Curse, or Occlumency.

- In the post-war years, her and Harry both take a lot of trips to the sea. For Harry, there’s comfort in the memory of that time in the spring of 1998 at Shell Cottage and the existential comfort he drew from staring at the sea in that final period of the war. For Ginny, it’s the memory of trips to the sea in Devon as a family when she was little, days out that they could never really do later during the war when trying to keep Harry safe at the Burrow during his stays. Whenever I imagine their most difficult conversations after the war, I like to think of them doing them by the sea, where they can look out at the tides and listen to the sounds of the sea while they struggle to find their words (and then they get fish and chips afterwards, to take the edge off).

(ask me anything!)

#ginny weasley stan account all of the day and all of the night #thank you for the ask!#ask #meta

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rosuuu · 2 years

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Beyond the Music Room - Prologue: When I Awoke

TWST Idol AU x Reader (Twisted Idolland)

Special Thanks to @/ never simped in my life (real) on discord

Epel Felmier. It was a name you heard everywhere you went.

utterly disgusting, this town I mean, not him, never him.

Here in this small isolated town I called home the only reliable source of entertainment was that in which you found through the the pain of others.

Most of the people were intolerable but not him, never him. Epel felmier, he knew his role and how to play it, let he still resisted, I would give anything to be like that. Epel was a controversial topic, ask anyone in town about him and they'd answer with a slur of curses and misdemeanours he's committed.

Epel didn’t play by anyones rules than his own, I did. Being born into a pretty well-known family means 2 things: firstly , First impressions are everything, and secondly, acting is the only way to survive.

From a young age all I did was act. In order to keep the facade of a happy typical family who was involved with the community and with more hospitality than a saint.

I filled that role up until who even knows when.

I’ll lay out the facts, I knew of Epel, I didn’t know him. Key word, didn’t.

It was a sunny day, as stereotypical as summer can get. There I sat in the middle of the woods with my feet in the lake behind my family home reading a book. I wasn’t allowed there, I knew I wasn’t- but with mother breathing down my neck all they time the universe couldn’t make it more clear that these rules were made to be broken.

It all happened so fast, I was on high alert, i always was so when something sprinted fast through the shrubbery around me a fliched, hard and my book, my precious escape sliped our of my hands and into the deep water below me, I don’t know what I was thinking or perhaps I wasn’t at all but I jumped in after it.

Panic was second to instinct and it only rendered that I couldn’t swim after I was to far into the water, I was going to die, I tried to scream but water quickly filled the gap between my lips. And I started to cry, I was gonna die here, I still had so much to do, I wanted to grow up and leave this ugly town, I wanted to fall in love

As my tears mixed with the salty fluid around me my body stilled , I stopped struggling, I was going to die, but regardless an escape is an escape and death is the greatest escape of all. My body just sank lower and lower, I pulled my hand down to my sides from where they were just touching the surface and finally I closed my eyes, I wonder was the embrace of death always so… warm?

Then I woke up.

That was over 10 years ago, the day that I met him, my saviour from that day we were practically glued to each other. He got a trusty side kick and I got a friend I could be free around. We grew up together, when even when He became the most popular guy in class he was always there by my side

Over the years the loved letters accumulated grew and just like the apples bloomed each spring, we bloomed out and into our freshman year, they year that everything changed

Here’s a little fact, Twisted Wonderland Entertainment was the stable of the music community everyone had listened to at least one of their songs and with the range their groups had they were a global sensation

TWSTEN was all about scouting out the new talent, one of the ways this happend was through the three schools they Sponsored, Night Raven College, The Royal Sword Academy, and the newly completed Sphere Glow Insitute being admityed into one of these schools officially marked your journey as a TWSTEN Idol or Trainee

It was a chance encounter one day on our way to school, we decided to take a detour that day for whatever reason, caught the wrong bus and ended up lost in the inner city, however that was possible. Going back the way we presumably came got us more lost, and as the sun rose to the submit of the sky we realized it was time to give it up

-3 months ago, (Y/N) POV-

We were lost….Actually lost is an understatement, me and Epel somehow ended up in the very heart of the Wonderland somewhere us country bumpkin would never dream of going

Approaching a well dressed man, roughly 2 year older than me handing out flyers I swallowed my nerves and approached him.

“U-Um hello? I- well Me and my friend are a bit lost and we’re wonderin-“

I looked behind me and gestured to my friend but he wasn’t there as my sentence trailed off the man spoke up

“Ah you must be one of the new Trainees! I’m Alchemi! Welcome to The Royal Sword!”

Grabbing my hand he started to lead me inside when…

“Hey! (Y/N) Let’s Go! I found a map!”

-3 months ago, Epel POV-

“Ugh I’m such an Idiot..”

It had felt like hours since we had been walking in cirlcles the capital was no joke, at this point it was well past lunch and I had just about given up on going back to class after this, while my grandma wouldn’t care about me skipping a class (Y/N)’s parents woukd throw a fit

My eyes lazily drifted from place to place the capital was a place I always wanted to explore just not at this exact moment and I continue my daydreaming a particular store catches my eye, a music store, I remember (Y/N) talking about that new [Heartslabyul] song…..

Taking a glance back at them i slowly back away before making a mad dash to the music shop, I’ll have to be quick to make sure not to lose sight of them

◁ ♫ ▷

Stepping out of the music shop I close my eyes and take a deep breath turning towards where I last saw (Y/N) I take a step when…

“Ouch!”

A tall blond bumps into me causing my balance to falter which makes me fall to the ground. Getting MU barings on reality I start to get up, expecting an apology at least before ripping this guy a new one. However when I turned to where he once stood he was gone a black and gold card standing where he should be

Snatching up the card a shove it in my pocket before catching up with (Y/- oh their gone…

◁ ♫ ▷

Thank the seven for my experience with lugging around apples all day or I’d be in serious troubles, after what seemed like a solid half hour of searching I recognized that familiar head of (h/l), (h/c) hair, I start to make my way over when I notice an ugly head of Purple and pale pink holding their wrist is if they were trying to drag them somewhere

Accelerating my pace I called out to them

“(Y/N), Let’s Go! I found a map!”

That was a lie but on the bright side, (Y/N) seemed to say something to the strange man before turning around and jogging up to me

“Who was that guy?”

“I’m not sure something about trainees-“ They trailed off

“No matter,” their smile lit up the world around us and the rest of the world seemed to disappear “Where’s this map you were talking about!”

Shit

◁ ♫ ▷

I lay in bed left arm tucked comfortably under my head and right hand stretched holding the card between my two fingers

“An idol agency, huh?”

—(Y/N) POV—

How naive I was, if I knew how much that fateful detour I suggested would change our lives I would of kept my mouth shut no matter,

Epel’s life was finally looking up after all these years I didn’t like it but it made him happy and if I could just see him smile like how he would when we were kids it would all be worth it,

His journey was beginning

And I’d be there, for him, every step of the way.

——

Beyond the Music Room - Prologue: When I Awoke

TWST Idol AU x Reader (Twisted Idolland)

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Author’s Note~

I’m aware this isn’t the best it could be but school is currently swarming me with work so you’ll have to make due until my next break </3

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 2 years

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And now approaching Le Touquet... I'll be on the road in the next few days, so don't be surprised if the next story won't follow until the weekend. Your strawberry :-)

The house by the sea

It was hard being in a relationship when you rarely saw your partner. It was even more difficult when you were at different stages of life. They would like to meet more often, but their commitments often did not allow this. Also, it was difficult to find a place where they could meet without hurting anyone. For their families, their relationship continued to be a crime. Therefore, they tried to meet secretly. But places were limited. He didn't have much money, but he didn't want to be a financial burden on her either. Only once a year did he accept her invitation to go to the sea with her. She could count the meetings with him on one hand. There had to be a solution he could accept that would give them more time together. And as luck would have it, the solution came naturally.

On a sunny spring day, she visited her mother. After her father's death, she became weaker and weaker. She watched the old woman with concern, wishing she wasn't taken from her too quickly. The death of her beloved father had hit her hard. She didn't want to lose a loved one again. "Summer is just around the corner." Her mother said and the gloomy thoughts vanished. She continued, "I've been thinking. Our house by the sea has been empty since your father died. I know you've always felt comfortable there. You know you'll get it when I die. You could use it now before it expires. Use it with your children or travel there alone to relax. It's not always easy here.” She didn't interrupt her mother, but she was amazed. Her mother never addressed their relationship, so she wasn't sure how she felt about it. But this little speech showed that she must have sensed her dilemma. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Yes, child. You are a happy and fun-loving person. People make it difficult for you and sometimes you are sad. I recognize when your eyes shine with joy or with sadness. When you go away alone and come back, you shine. But after a while it fades, so you should have a place where you can always recharge your batteries and where nobody makes you feel guilty.” Her mother was so clear never voiced. She was touched and hugged her mother tightly. "Thank you, that means a lot to me." "I know, my child," said the old woman.

She was so excited before the next phone call with him that she could hardly stand it. But when he finally called, she was completely calm. That was always so. If she heard his voice, everything was fine. She even managed not to blurt out the news right away. But after they had done the usual greetings, she had to tell him about the house by the sea. "You know my parents have a house by the sea?" she asked him. "Yes," he said. “My mother offered me that I could use it whenever I wanted. Since I'll inherit it anyway, I can take care of it now before it expires,” she continued. She awaited his answer curiously. "That's very generous of her." "Don't you get it?" she asked impatiently. "What am I supposed to understand?" he asked, puzzled. "If I can use the house then we'll have a place to meet." "I seem to be on a long line today," he said, laughing.

"What do you think of that?" she asked. "It solves a problem that gnaws at both of us," he summarizes matter-of-factly. "Do you always have to analyze everything?" she asked him with a smile. "Yes," he admitted. “But I am happy that there will be a place where we can meet without a guilty conscience. That will bring the sparkle back to your eyes,” he added. She had to smile. How well he knew her. Her mother had made a similar claim about her radiance. Only people who really love you can see something like that.

Helloooo, sweet 🍓! ❤️ Oh we are going to miss you but hope you will have fun!

The conversations between Brigitte and her mum. Oh my heart! A mum always knows best and there’s no way to deny it. The way she tells Brigitte everything she needs to hear without even mentioning Emmanuel’s name... Yup, I love the way you found to introduce Le Touquet to the story 😍 Emmanuel not getting it at first and then analyzing the situation hahaha sounds so very much like him!

Thank you and see you soon, Strawberry! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #strawberry

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absolutesort · 1 year

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FRANKIE & EVIE — DAY THIRTY-NINE.

location : bean bags.

description : frankie and evie are sweaty, and frankie sweats abt her relationship.

featuring : evie / @inquixotic

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.

“man, i’m sweating like a pig,” frankie sighs, fiddling with the corks hanging from her australian bushwacker sun hat. feels more i'm a celebrity, get me out of here than love island, but she loves a novelty item of clothing, especially when it's one she's robbed from dylan. why does mallorca feel hotter than naples right now? she’s used to long summers quad-biking down the dirt track with the burning heat of a florida sun on her back, air con in the trailer always broken, waking up to find her sheets damp with sweat, but the kind of heat in the villa hits different. it’s like being on edge only heightens it, makes her feel like peeling her skin off, walking around the place looking like something out of they live — i came here to chew bubblegum and fuck athletes, and i'm all outta bubblegum! “i kinda wanna pick your brain, actually. like how solid would you say you and charlene are? not that i think anything will happen just… i don’t know, miles saying he wants to take a step back has me buggin’ out. obviously him and charlene were talking about getting to know each other before we closed things off, and now the door’s wide open again it’s like… anybody could break into my house.”

evelyn mendoza.

“i know, babes, it’s like we’re on a fuckin’ barbeque.” even in bikinis, wearing next to nothing, the heat permeates in a way she’s only known in the islands. it’s weird to think europe gets like this, too, especially when she feels like all she hears is that it pours constantly. she’s fanning herself with her hand, hair pulled off her neck and twisted up with the other. “i’m going to shave my head,” she announces, shaking out her curls finally as she lets go, trying to ignore the feeling of sweat dripping down her neck. the producers would have to come dab them down at this rate. “we’re good, yeah. open, but focused in,” she answers, slowly, turning over her phrasing in her head. normally, that would’ve been paired with a sunny smile, but the rest of what frankie says gives her pause. “they were gettin’ to know each other?” she hadn’t been aware of that, nor had either of them mentioned it — was it not serious? there’s the little spike of uncertainty in her chest, even though she’s well aware that agreement could’ve been had before she came in, but they had kissed during the challenge, right? was that the reason? “we agreed to give each other a heads up, but we’re not like, exclusive or anything. it’s only been a few days, so nothin’ is locked down.” there’s a note of apology to that, smiling a little sympathetically at frankie’s situation, of which she heard a little. “so wait — what happened after you and callie talked? you guys are takin’ a step back?” what didn’t she hear of that frankallie convo that would’ve caused that, she wonders.

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.

“listen,” frankie starts, reaching out to place her hand against evie’s knee. despite the lack of sincerity on evie’s part (or at least frankie hopes she isn’t serious), she’ll still commit to the bit. “you're a hot bitch and i truly believe you can rock anything but… if i'm honest, i think you would look like a baby chick. or like, that animated penguin on tiktok.” already, she’s cracking up, hand moving up to her eyes to wipe away a tear. “and as your friend i don't think i could allow you to do that to yourself.” it’s such a funny image—evie’s bald head on an animated penguin’s body—that frankie starts coughing mid-laugh, tears springing from her eyes. “jeez. calm down. it’s not that funny,” she tells herself, still snorting. “no, but i would look gross if i shaved my head, too, which is why i can laugh about it.” she just hopes miles doesn’t go for the sinead o’connor look. shrugging, frankie sinks back into her bean bag, playing with the cords on her bikini bottoms. somehow, she feels like she’s put her foot in it, that maybe she’s indirectly created a shitty situation for charlene. “i mean, i don’t know if they were or not. miles just said that he wanted to get to know her, and i kind of… i reacted super childishly to it, actually. just started hitting shit.” her lips purse, jovial mood soured somewhat. “the idea of him kissing anyone else just makes me feel physically sick, and since i’ve already had to sit through them kissing in a challenge,” which at the time had felt like no biggie, because miles had seemed focused on her, “it’s not too hard to imagine it happening again. and now i’m sat here imagining it and i just wanna—” she throws her hands out, as if expelling some kind of toxin. “bleugh, y’know? i just want that crap gone from my head.”

frankie sighs a little when evie presses her about the situation, unsure how to explain herself without coming across as a total dick. “i kept telling him things with callie were done, which they were! and like, i genuinely thought i was totally over it. because he’s so great, and we have so much fun together, and he made that speech at the recoupling and it was just… it was all going so well. it felt like it was going too well. and then callie picked my movie, and we went for a talk and it just ended up with us both like… admitting that there’d been feelings and stuff, which i kind of already knew, because the way she behaved after casa wasn’t like… four-day fling kinda reaction, y’know? she was yelling and crying and stuff. but basically i ended up saying look, we keep having the same conversation and it’s not going anywhere, and it's not fair on miles or angel to keep putting them through it, so what do you want to do with this, because we either we put this thing to bed now, or we try it again, like those are the two options.” does it sound like a big ‘oof’ when she says it aloud, or has she just built it up in her head as something way more awful than it actually is? “but yeah, i think we both knew that the only real answer to that was to focus on miles and angel. but i needed to put that ultimatum on the table for her to recognise that it’s not going to go back to being us, and that she doesn’t actually want that. angel meets her needs, and i didn’t — and miles makes me happier, even callie can see that. so it was good, because it feels like she doesn’t hate me any more. but now her relationship is like, crops nourished, harvest bountiful and mine’s obviously not, so… yeah, i don’t know. every time i see him, i wanna just grab his face and smush it, but i’m trying to give him space. it sucks.”

evelyn mendoza.

"i'd look like a penguin?" she hadn't been serious, but now she's seriously alarmed — she's wanted to try a pixie cut before, and no one told her she didn't have the face for it. what if she just did it and ended up looking like happy feet? "oh, god. okay, undercut it is. that's way gayer anyways." or at least it feels it. shaved head could just be a bad bitch. frankie's laughter sends evie into a fit of giggles, melting the alarm away just as quickly as it came on before she gasps, grabbing frankie's thigh. "oh, my god! eden and i were chattin', you should try brown. like, hair. wig. whatever. we decided you'd look killer, like totally 80s rock star. don't shave it, though, i think you'd get, like, major dad friend vibes." she's like halfway there anyways, with the way she jokes. "he said that," she repeats, brow furrowed. obviously, he doesn't need her permission, but it feels a little weird that he wouldn't have mentioned it to her at least. she thought they were on their way to becoming friends. she nods along, in full agreement with frankie's graphic sentiment. "i guess if charlene says anything, we'll know, right? she said she'd tell me if there were other people she's wantin' to kiss." she leans her head back to look up at the sky, making a face. "i feel like she and i have a good enough vibe that you don't need to be worried but...i dunno." she's not so confident in her situation that a goofy guy doesn't make her antsy. still, she brushes it off a little and rolls her head to grin at frankie. "if he steals my girl, though, i'm gonna steal you to make him proper mad, full disclosure."

she listens quietly, having heard some of the discussion firsthand, although the ultimatum surprises her a little. "honestly, comin' in, i thought you two weren't done," she admits, giving a small shrug of her shoulders, honest. "but if you two are happier now...yeah, that was the right move. but miles wasn't happy 'bout it?" her head's tilted, confused. isn't that what he wanted, to focus on frankie? "i think you shouldn't judge your own relationship by hers," she says slowly, trying to figure out the proper wording to say their approach isn't realistic. "they're both rushin' things and if it works for them, that's great, but look at josh and naomi. took 'em a full month to figure their bullshit out, right?" maybe part of it is wishful thinking, wanting less competition, but she also thinks that miles is a simp at heart, too. "i've heard how he talks about you, right, like it's not...you guys'll be fine, i think." in her expert, two relationship having opinion.

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.

“a very fuckin’ cute penguin!” frankie assures her, finger and thumb pinching evie’s cheek between them. “the kind that you’d like, accidentally sign up to sponsor for a year when you’re doom-scrolling and you’ve had a few beers and get kinda liberal with your cashflow…” the tip of her finger boops against evie’s nose, before she shifts back into her bean bag, sunglasses pulled down over her eyes to shield them from the sun. “man, 80s rocker chick? that sounds dope. maybe when i get out of here i’ll dye it. just for the lols, you know? miles is into blondes, but… i dunno, i think i could get him to like me any kinda way.” or maybe that’s just wistful thinking, steadfast faith placed on a rocky connection in the hope that it might prove true. jeez. if she doesn’t finish this thing with miles’ hand in hers, then what’s the fucking point? sure, it’s been a fun holiday, but she doesn’t just want a holiday any more — she’s grown greedy enough to want to take a piece of the holiday back with her. clutching her chest in one hand, and evie’s fingers in the other, frankie fixes her with a smile that’s only half-ironic. “dude, are you serious right now? i’m like, so flattered. i would love to be stolen by you. girl, if the two of them go for it, there’s no way i’m not stealing you right back.” the words might operate at a pretty surface level, but still there’s a warmth to the way the two of them interact. evie’s only been in the villa a few days, but already she’s become one of frankie’s closest friends, and lately it feels like she needs all the friends she can get. “honestly, in my head, it was done. like two days into knowing miles, i was ready to kinda bite the bullet and jump ship. i think… i don’t know, it’s easy to get anxious in here that you’re not making the right choices.” making choices isn’t really a conscious process that happens with frankie. first thought, best thought is her usual modus operandi. but recently, taking the bull by the horns and leading head-first into impulse hasn’t exactly been serving her well, and more often than not it’s come back around to bite her on the ass. “i’m not a person who regrets shit, really, so i don’t wanna leave here with any regrets. and obviously i’d never regret miles, he’s already one of the best people i’ve eve met in my life, but i think… maybe to be able to fully be all-in on him i needed to properly shut down the callie thing. to make it certain that that was like… sealed off, rigged with the explosives, due for demolition type deal. and yeah, i went the wrong way about it, presenting it like there was an option for us to get back together, like that was fuckin’ stupid, dude, but like. at least there’s no confusion now.” before, it had felt closed off, but in the way of a scabbed wound one pick away from reopening. now, it feels like the faint line of a scar, like the little one that bisects her abdomen from when they’d taken her appendix away. she’d asked the doctor if she could keep it in a jar, give it little googly eyes and name it bruce, but sadly keeping body parts is pretty unhygienic. “a month! god, i don’t have a month, evie. like, what if i go tomorrow and we never get to fix this? i think i’d actually fuckin’... i’d have to catch a flight to dublin and just camp out at the airport until he gets back, like some tragic fuckin’ superfan with a parasocial crush. literally the script called and they want the plot of their hit single the man who can’t be moved back.”

#frankie & evie.#frankie & evie 003.#⥂ frankie castro. ╱ threads.

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