#so then afterwards the lady was like ‘can you find your own way back to [classroom]?’ and i was like ‘i’ll be real with you chief.

[thetempleofhades]

DANCE OF FLOWERS!

repost of one of my older fics that i had saved somewhere. I was and still am really proud of this fic, i still like it a lot.

Upon hearing about you, The Tsaritsa found herself eager to find out more. To see you with her own eyes. That’s why she finds herself in Monstad for once. She doesn’t want to be here, of course, but you’re more important than any of those she holds in contempt.

Laughter sounded from a crowded area just up ahead, and she went towards it. She listened to the tune playing as successfully weaved herself to the front of the crowd.

The laughter and music grew louder and she couldn’t help but watched in awe as you twirled yourself and the child you held onto, smile wide on your face. Your face flush red from happiness. This look was what she liked best on you. Happiness suited you better than the benevolent neutrality that people made you famous for.

Flowers were weaved into your hair, resembling the ones that bloomed all throughout teyvat. Flowers seemed to blood in her stomach as well as she stared at you, completely mesmerized.

You locked eyes with her and smiled at her, head tilting to the side before letting go of Klee’s hands and heading towards her. “Dance with me.” You spoke out, smiling happily at her without a single trace of fear as you grabbed her hands. They were cold, like ice, but you didn’t mind.

“Ah.” She spoke out finally, looking down at you and let you drag her out. She easily followed your footsteps and twirled you around without having to be told.

Venti watched closely while still playing the tune with ease. He was a bard after all. He knew why she was there and he didn’t want her hurting their precious creator, so he made sure to keep an eye on them.

“You dance really well, my lady.” You beamed at her as you held onto her hands, cheeks flushed as you still danced to the song that was nearing it’s end. “It was my honor to dance with you.” You smiled as you looked up and all kind of petals rained down upon the surrounding people.

You stepped back, letting go of her hands and reconnecting with Klee before turning around and heading off with Klee and Venti in tow.

She searched for you for weeks afterwards but never found you, so she went back to Schneznaya with hope that you may get her gifts and letters.

Every single gift and letter she sent was intercepted by one of the acolytes, except for a music box.

A beautifully crafted music box with the same tune that the two of you had danced to, and on top where the figurine usually was, sat you. Beautiful, kind, happy you with petals drifting around. It was a beautiful gift. One you fawned over to everyone that would listen.

“Your Grace....” Zhongli glanced at your pouting lips before his eyes drifted over to your puffed out cheeks and up to your furrowed eyebrows. “Please understand, it’s dangerous. We only wish to keep you safe.”

“Why would she hurt me? She’s been sending me gifts and letters! Which you always discarded Zhongli!” You crossed your arms, upset at the actions they took.

Zhongli’s face softened as he came closer to you and grasped at your hand so that he might press a kiss to it. “I’m sorry. I just want to protect you. I’m your loyal acolyte. I wish only good things to come your way. I should have consulted you first, my creator.”

Your face softened and a sigh came from your lips as you gazed at him. “I can never stay mad at you.... But!” You added on as his face brightened. “I want to meet with her! She sent an invitation to have tea with her in her palace! I’ll take Aether and Lumine! I’ll be safe so please Zhongli!!!” You pleaded with him, grasping at his hand, desperate for his approval.

You knew they only did these things to protect you, to protect your happiness so you always let it slide but you wanted to see her again so badly! You couldn’t stop playing the music box and listening to it with longing.

Venti sighed from the doorway before making his way into the room. “C’mon Zhongli! It’s the Honorary Knight and Lumine is just as capable! They’ll be perfectly safe. Let them have a little fun.”

“Alright.” He sighed as he agreed, making you jump for joy and hug him tight, repeatedly thanking him.

You were so happy! You had been waiting so long to see her again. Ever since that dance, you hadn’t been able to get her off of your mind. And now, you were going to have tea with her in Schneznaya. Lumine and Aether would be there too but you knew they wouldn’t cause any trouble, they were good people.

Oh, you couldn’t wait!

And that led you to where you were right now! In front of the Zapolyarny Palace with the twins at your sides and a bouquet of red carnations in your hands.

“You have to be on your best behavior, okay? No matter how much someone aggravates you. The Tsaritsa has been very kind to allow us to visit, so we must be kind in return.” You lectured them, sternly.

Lumine nodded her head and nudged Aether to the same. “We’ll make sure to be civil no matter who it is, right Aether?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry so much your grace. We’ll be role models!” Aether pumped his fist in the air with Paimon at his side watching in suspicious silence.

“Paimon too, right?” You smiled at the floating girl and she pouted before nodded reluctantly.

“Paimon will be nice.”

A snort cut through the silence as Scaramouche appeared in front of them. “Surprised to see you three, survival must be easy for you huh?” He smiled mockingly at them before it turned sincere once he turned to you and bowed. “Your Divine Grace, The Tsaritsa sent me to guide you to the tea room.”

“Thank you.” You smiled at him and ushered your three companions to follow as you knew they disliked Scaramouche and you knew why but you aimed to have a peaceful tea time with The Tsaritsa!

“You’ve come.” Once she saw you, the Tsaritsa smiled at you, the corners of her eyes crinkling up with it. “I thought you wouldn’t, you never responded to any of my letters....”

You rubbed the back of your neck with a hand. “Ah, yes. The letters and gifts except the music box and the letter than came with it were all not given to me.” You spoke and upon seeing the Tsaritsa’s rising anger, hurried to soothe her. “They’re just trying to protect me. Will you forgive them this once?” You pleaded with her.

“If it’s what you wish...” She conceded, not wanting to go against your will.

“I... um.... I didn’t know what kind of flowers you like so I made red carnations for you.” You handed the bouquet over to her and she smiled down at it.

“You are much too kind, come. Let’s have tea together. Scaramouche, lead the twins and their companion towards the other table.” She commanded and you smiled at the three companions.

Lumine frowned but bit her tongue. You wanted them to be on their best behavior. Even if it means being nice to....ugh..... Scaramouche, she’ll do it. For you.

Aether was working hard to hold himself back, reminding himself that this was what you wanted.

“Sorry Travellers, heard you were coming and made sure you wouldn’t have too many options. Must hurt your head to think all the time, huh?” Scaramouche remarked as he smirked and walked forward.

Aether wondered if it was too late to stop being nice to that prick.

Meanwhile, with you and the Tsaritsa, you both were chatting happily with each other.

“Thank you for the music box. It was lovely.” Hands clutched at the teacup in your hands as you smiled down at the contents in the cup.

“I’m glad you liked it, you left an impression on me. I wanted to see you again.” She spoke out as she reached out her hand and brushed her thumb along your cheekbone. “I’m happy you came to see me.”

Red filled your cheeks and you nodded fervently. “M-Me too! I wanted to see you too......”

You bit into one of the tea cakes, a pink one. “Mmm!” You made a sound of approval as you swallowed it. “So good!” You spoke before taking a sip of your tea. "I’ve never had a tea cake that tasted so good before.”

The Tsaritsa watched you with a fond look on her face as she pulled back her hand and grabbed the white chocolate tea cake grabbed a piece of it with her fork. “Let me food you.” She insisted and you nodded eagerly, opening your mouth.

She fed it to you and you made another sound of approval. “This one is good too!” You looked so happy and she couldn’t help herself but to learn forward and press a kiss to your lips.

A crash sounded somewhere behind you and you turned bright red as you hid your face. “My lady! W-W-W-” You couldn’t form a response to what had just happened.

My first kiss!

You could have sworn you heard Scaramouche cackling behind you as Lumine whispered at Aether to calm down.

#sagau #genshin cult au #genshin sagau #sagau cult au #sagau x reader #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin #the tsaritsa

[manias-wordcount]

Playing with Fire (Benimaru Shinmon)

Kinktober 2023 Day Twenty-Eight: Bath

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You love nights like these.

  Nights where you can sit back with a sigh and enjoy being silent. Being alone. Nights where you can tilt your head back and look up at the star-filled night sky as you in soak in the warm, warm waters of the outdoor onsen for hours upon hours. Nights where you can clear your mind or think very quietly. Plan out what you want to do before bed. Think about what errands you need to run tomorrow. And just exist.

  So of course, when the onsen doors open, you don’t bother checking what woman decided to come in and join you. But you do raise some eyebrows at the rough way the door slides open. And as heavy footsteps start sounding afterward, you figure it wouldn’t hurt chancing a peak at whoever just came wandering it- just a little one at least. Though instead of a grumpy old lady or an overly excited young girl walking towards you- you’re met with a far, far, far different sight.

  A perfect view of your husband approaching you as he drops the towel around his waist and exposes his body to the cool, outdoor air.

  “Beni!” You’re practically shouting the man’s name as you turn around quickly and fully with a wild splash. One look at his face tells you that he’s not surprised by your reaction. Or that he necessarily cares about it. No, he just continues to step on with confidence. Standing at his full height. Straight-faced. Fully naked. As if he owns the place. As he belongs here. But you know the truth. And you’re almost certain he knows too given the fact that the two of you have been here many times before. And the big sign on the door leading to this particular bath. “Beni, get out! This is the girl’s side, you can’t be in here!”

  At your words, he falters. Right now, he’s standing at the edge of the bath. Ready to step in and join you. But for a second, he turns and looks at you. With a tilt of his head, he studies your expression carefully. Eyes dragging along your face and looking a little further downwards. At your neck. At your shoulders. At the instinctive way your arms have come up to cross against your chest and block your boobs from his sight (despite the fact that he’s seen them plenty of times before). At your torso, and the water surrounding it- blocking the rest of your body from being seen. And then he turns his head back up and looks straight back at you. The small hint of a devious smile, playing at his face.

  “Who said?”

  “The rules, Beni!” You exclaim back in response, but your words come far too late. Because before you can even finish your sentence, he’s already stepping into the water with you and shuddering at the change in temperature before relaxing completely. Your eyes widened as you took in your boyfriend’s complete and sudden disregard for the rules of the onsen. For a second, you glance at the onsen entrance, hoping and praying that no one was thinking about coming in until you managed to get him out of there.

  But then there’s the sound of more splashing. Waves rippling and water swishing around the bath. You turn around to look at your husband only to find that he’s closer than before. Much closer than before. In fact, when did he have time to sneak up on you? When did he have time to walk this far into the part of the bath that you’re lounging in? 

  When did he have time to get so close that you’re just barely a breath away.

  You suppose in a way, you should have expected it. In everything he does, Benimaru always marches to the beat of his own drum. It just so happens that this drum was a little quiet today. Maybe that’s why he came into the girl’s side of the bath and marched in like he owned the place without another word. Maybe that’s why he was able to sneak up on you- creeping closer and closer until suddenly he’s all but touching you. Standing face to face. Eye to eye. Breathe to breathe. 

  Maybe that’s why you’re a little too eager to let his hands reach out and touch you- even though you know in this moment just how much you both shouldn’t. How you just couldn’t. And yet…

  You don’t say anything as large hand places itself on your arms, and gently helps you uncross them- giving him a full view of your chest covered in water droplets and being lit by the stars. You don’t say anything as another hand reaches out and grabs onto the curve of your hips. His fingers spread out, almost possessively as they try to get as much of your ass as they can grab at this angle. It allows him to tug you a little closer than ever before. Hold you a little tighter. Have your chest press into his so you can feel the warmth spread from feverish his skin with every rise and fall of each breath. 

  You hum at his actions, the heat making your mind a little looser. Your judgment a little less clear. Any desire to follow the rules sounds a little like a fever dream now. Because the water you’re standing in? It makes you feel nice. It makes you feel relaxed. But him? He makes you feel so warm. He makes you feel so hot. And that hard thing pressing up against your lower stomach just below the surface of the water?

  It makes you feel even hotter.

  “What were you saying about rules?” Benimaru asks you, an eyebrow raised as the corner of his lip tilts upwards- almost sharing with you a smile. But you don’t pay his words any mind. Not while you’re busy letting one hand reach up and wrap around his shoulder as your hands reach up to play with his hair. Not while you’re busy leaning into his touch impossibly more- to steal some more of that warmth- some more of that fire- that only your husband can bring to you. And certainly not while your other hand is reaching down, down, down, and wrapping around a very, very dangerous thing. One that will surely result with you bent over the side of the bath and screaming his name if you’re not careful.

  But that’s fine with you. When you married Benimaru, you knew you were playing with fire.

  And he knew just how much you loved to get burned. 

#benimaru #benimaru shinmon #benimaru x reader #benimaru shinmon x reader #fire force #firce force x reader #fire force fanfic #fire force fanfiction #x reader #xreader #fanfic #fanfiction

[a-frog-with-a-laptop]

Replacement

Azriel X Reader

This is my go at the prompt "Character A was so happy planning the perfect starfall party. They forgot to get a date. Character B has an idea." for @starfallweek.

Can't wait to read what everyone came up with!

Might write more of these two. Not sure. If people want more i will

~~~

She’d been planning this for weeks. Y/N had always loved Starfall and the joy she gets from spending time with her family no matter how tired she gets afterwards so when she finally moved out and was able to plan the parties herself she went all out. This year was her first time planning for her husband's family.

Y/N and the night court’s shadowsinger, Azriel, had married earlier that year and she’d made a promise to herself to plan that year's starfall party to give the Highlord time to spend time with his family and take a break after all he did for her. He helped her family get back on their feet after the war, and fully paid for the wedding and, her and Azriels new house. That proved to be a very good idea.

Y/N had somehow convinced the high lord and lady to take a week off leading up to the holiday giving her plenty of time to plan a surprise party without them and the only way for it to be successful was if they were gone. Y/N had realised pretty quickly how much of a busybody the high lord was.

She had to tell the rest of his family about the plan but couldn’t do that while he was getting suspicious of everyone sneaking around so she dropped hints of a holiday in his head. Even though he was the most powerful high lord he didn’t seem to be the smartest so she turned to his wife the highlady and straight up told her to take her husband and child on a holiday.

~~~

Y/N was out of breath after running up a street and then stairs to catch up to her highlady who was now walking only a few metres in front of her. She pushed a stroller which most likely carried the young night court heir. “Feyre.” Y/N more puffed than yelled out.

Feyre spun around quickly in response, gasping when seeing Azriel's new wife bent over puffing her lungs out. “Y/N are you okay? Should I call for Azriel?”

Y/N put a hand up. “No-” she breathed a deeper breath before standing “-I just ran like 5 blocks to find you but you walk so damn fast.”

“You had to run to catch up to me?” Feyre raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow.Y/N shushed her, “You know what I mean”

Feyre chuckled a light and airy sound. “Well, what did you need?”

“I’ve been trying to convince your mate, Rhysand-” Feyre giggled again at Y/N’s clarification “-to take you and Nyx on a holiday but it seems that he is thicker than Cassian’s biceps and can't get the hint.”

“So you want me to take him?”

Y/N nodded slowly.

“Why?”

“I’m trying to plan a Starfall party so he can take a break in thanks for everything he did for me but I can't get help when he’s such a busybody.”

Feyre laughed again before agreeing allowing Y/N to run straight back home to start properly preparing.

~~~

Now it was the day before Starfall and everything was ready. Well, almost ready. Y/N had realised that neither she nor Azriel had formally asked each other to be the other's date as they had done since before they even started dating. It was technically now a yearly tradition between the two and she wasn't going to break it this year. But even though she wanted to keep the formality they held in earlier years she was too tired to plan anything else.

Y/N had planned non-stop for the past week and that was exhausting. Rhysand, Feyre and Nyx got back from their holiday earlier that day so everyone in the inner circle was walking on glass around the highlord hoping he didn’t mention his own party or even Starfall itself.

Y/N finally convinced herself that the not-tradition tradition she’d created with her husband was worth continuing and set down her book before starting her search for the elusive male. She looked around upstairs in the bedroom, study, and bathroom(hoping to find an undressed shadow singer) before making her way downstairs. Walking into the foyer she stuck her head into the lounge room to see a large bat wing popping up from the lounge.

She winced internally, knowing Azriel was lying on his back and thinking of how uncomfortable it would be for him.

“Az?” Y/N whispered incase he was asleep. His head popped up over the back of the lounge and she smiled at his mussed-up hair and droopy eyes, clearly indicating that he had previously been asleep.

“Yeah?” Azriel muttered in a sleep-ridden voice before rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand. Even after just waking up, he was gorgeous.

“I kind of assumed we would since you know-” Y/N shrugged “-we are married, but will you be my date to the Starfall party?”

Azriel woke up instantly at that sentence before pulling a face like he sucked on a lemon. Y/N’s face dropped along with her stomach. She immediately started thinking of what he did to have that reaction. What did he do?

Azriel noticed his wife’s distress immediately and sat up more ready to jump over the lounge in case he needed to do some quick damage control. “Sorry. Im going with Cassian.”

Y/N’s face blanked as she reeled back. Her mouth opened and then shut. Before opening again she tilted her head to the side and furled her eyebrows in thought. “Why?”

“Well you see, Cassian can't go with Nesta because she is going with Gwyn.” Azriel started explaining. He realised it wasn’t enough of an explanation before continuing. “Nesta is going with Gwyn because Emerie is going with Mor.”

That was enough of an explanation for his wife because her bewildered look turned to one of thought.

“Oh,” Y/N turned to walk away. “Okay.”

“Sorry!” Azriel called out with a wince on his face.

~~~

It was now Starfall and people filled every inch of the inside of the home and the back garden.

Y/N had invited everyone from Azriel's side of the family that he liked and she invited all from her side of the family who in return invited more people resulting in Y/N being stopped by every second person who claimed to be a distant relative of hers. But she didn't listen to what they had to say. She was too stressed by the fact that Rhysand, Feyre and Nyx hadn’t shown up yet. 

Additionally, the sight of Cassian pulling her husband into a dip and kissing him passionately had set her on edge. She’d almost shatter the glass she was holding from anger. Y/N knew it was all a joke but there was this nagging feeling creeping up her spine which could only be described as murderous when watching Cassian and Azriel put on this happy couple act for the joke they had going.

Y/N moved throughout the house towards the front door and pushed her way outside to sit on the front porch to wait for the high lord and lady.

Thankfully she didn’t have to wait long for they arrived almost as soon as she sat down and she stood to greet them quickly.

“Rhysand, Feyre. Welcome back to Velaris.” Y/N smiled broadly as she hugged the couple before turning to Nyx. “Welcome back too little soldier.”

“We are grateful to be back.” Rhysand chuckled.

“And grateful for you to have organised and sent us on that trip.” Feyre added nudging her husband and mate.”

Suddenly everything turned serious as Y/N looked at the two parents.

“I need your child for something.”

~~~

The musicians hired quickly turned up the tempo of the party after the show of stars and everyone started dancing. Azriel had been searching for Y/N for a while now, wondering where she had gone. He was filled with concern and anxiety that something must have gone wrong. So much that he broke the little joke he and Cassian had going on to voice his concerns to the other male.

Azriel kept looking around the backyard hoping to see Y/N somewhere and slowly started slinking into himself when his searching failed until Cassian roughly jabbed him in the arm.

Azriel's head snapped to face Cassian but the other male just pointed to the makeshift dance floor.

Azriel looked and saw his wife carefully dancing around with a little bundle in her arms and relief filled his body. He smiled at her happiness and took the few minutes the song took to admire her.

When the song finished she looked back up to him and smiled a big toothy grin. Azriel followed it with a grin of his own as she started a walk over.

“So Y/N,” Cassian started, “who's your date for tonight.”

Y/N glared at the male before smiling at the now-moving lump in her arms. 

“Nyx needed someone to go with so I volunteered.” She smiled back down at the young fae looking up at her in her arms.

“Well, I’ll say that you make a wonderful couple.” Cassian mocked.

“Why thank you, my lord.” Y/N mocked back with a slight curtsy. “Now if you’ll excuse me my date and I must go to bed.”

Azriel watched as Y/N walked off inside the house, Cassian’s teasing of replacement flying straight over his head until an older fae female walked up to them.

One Azriel recognised from his wedding.

“So when are we recreating that image with my grandchild Azriel?” His mother-in-law asked expectantly.

#acotar #starfallweek2024 #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #rhysand #cassian #nyx #feyre #feyre archeron

[paradiseismine]

Finn Wolfhard Headcanons

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x f!reader

Warnings: a bit of fluff + lots of smut (but mostly soft smut, cause Finn is a gentleman)

Love note from Nina: I’ve just started this side blog due to the recent lack of new Finn smut content on here. Basically, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Requests are open and I’ll write for all of Finn’s characters (and Finn himself, duh), except for Richie. I hope you all like it, I can also take constructive criticism quite well (English is not my first language) :) anyways:

Fluff

- Finn Wolfhard was definitely born in the wrong era: you couldn’t believe that one of gen Z’s most prominent stars would simply love to show off some old timey chivalry.

- Whenever he’s going to drive you somewhere, he always gets out of his car, walks around it and opens the car door for you. When you reach the destination of each drive, he does the same thing, but also offers his hand to help you stand up.

- If he takes you to a restaurant, he’s also going to pull up your chair so you can sit - and, for God’s sake, you’re not even touching that bill. It’s always his treat. He just wants to make his girl happy, and you must let him, of course.

- Despite fame and all it includes, Finn is not hesitant in holding your hand or having his arm around your waist in public - as long as you’re okay with it. He loves to show you off, he’s so proud to have you as his girlfriend. Everyone around you must know that.

- Being a rising star, your schedules don’t always match perfectly, so he’s bound to spend a few weeks away every once in a while to film/direct something. That being said, one of his main love languages is gift giving: he loves to bring you little presents from all his work trips - mostly small dainty jewelry, beautifully knitted sweaters and well, basically anything that made him think of you while he was away.

Smut

- Whenever he gets back from a work trip, you already know what to expect: being showered in gifts and physical touch. He missed you a lot and you must know how much he did.

- Neck kisses are a must. Finn knows the exact spot that makes your knees buckle, and he’s not afraid to use that knowledge in his favor.

- There’s usually lots of whispering in your ear about how much he missed you, how good you smell, how smooth and perfect your skin is. Your earlobes are also getting plenty of nibbles and gentle sucking. He’s all about those pretty moans he gets out of your lips.

- When it comes to taking clothes off, Finn is always subtle and delicate. His fingers lightly trace your dress’ thin straps and pull them down slowly, giving you plenty of time to stop him if you want - but you’re always as hungry for him as he is for you.

- Each little piece of newly exposed skin gets its round of kisses and gentle touching. Finn worships your body and your soul more than anything else in the world. He wants you to know how much he appreciates you, he wants to make you feel safe in his arms at all times.

- When the time comes, Finn loves to eat your pussy. He loves the smell, the taste, the texture, everything. The way you shiver under his touch, hissing and squirming, always gets him hard in a split second. His big warm hands know their way both around and inside you: the perfect speed, pressure and angle. That boy is sure to make you cum and suck off his own fingers afterwards - you taste so good he can’t get enough.

- Finn’s a gentleman, of course, so he takes the “ladies first” thing quite seriously. If you haven’t already cum at least three times, your pussy is not soaking wet and you’re not begging him to enter you, you’re not ready for him yet. He takes his sweet time driving you crazy before claiming you.

- As he lines up with your sweet entrance, he always always always looks you in the eye and asks, his voice faint with lust “may I?” As desperate as he is to get engulfed by your delicious cunt, he still finds consent to be the hottest thing ever - and so do you.

- After he gets a verbal response (‘cause I swear that boy can be such a tease if you simply moan), he usually starts off gently, letting your body adjust to both his length and girth. His dick is so thick it still needs some patience and adjusting, even after all this time you’ve been together.

- He keeps his thrusts at a slow pace until you’re satisfied. Then, and only then, he speeds up and allows himself to release. Finn absolutely loves to spill into you, filling you up with warm ropes of his cum. You’re his and only his, and somehow, he feels as if cumming inside you is a way to show you that. To show you that he owns you.

- After you two come down from your highs, it’s all cuddles and pillow talk. Finn is mostly a big spoon, but won’t mind being a little spoon if you want him to.

- In the end, all he wants is to have you in his arms as long as possible, savoring the peace and the warmth he gets from feeling your heartbeat and your body touching his. You’re everything he’s ever wanted.

#finn wolfhard x reader #mike wheeler x reader #finn wolfhard smut #Finn fluff #finn wolfhard fluff #fluff #smut #headcanon #finn headcanons #miles fairchild #trevor spengler #mike wheeler #female reader #imagine #rockstar girlfriend #and yes I’ve just tagged this rockstar girlfriend cause Finn is #he is a rockstar

[miloonepiece]

I have a request/idea for opla!sanji if you'd like :]

Maybe after saving a village on their journeys, a party is held (similar to the one on coco village), and lots of people are dancing, especially in pairs. No one has asked the Reader to dance, which makes them feel a bit self-conscious. Seeing this, however, Sanji knows that can't stand and asks the Reader if they would dance with him. A bit flustered, Reader accepts. Maybe Nami, Usopp, or Zoro could tease Reader about it afterward.

Obviously no pressure if this doesn't strike your fancy, but I thought I'd shoot the idea your way. All the best!

note: this is so cute and I won't lie I struggled a bit to write this, and I'm so sorry I left this on a cliffhanger,, I might do another part if I can think of anything else to write.

Ma Belle

featuring: opla!sanji x gn!reader contents: Anxiety Reference, Made-up lore, Small angst to fluff, Almost kissing, Sanji being a flirt, Slight cliffhanger word count: 1078

Yet another victory for the straw hats, your crew had gathered around a beach nearby and started up a campfire. A few people from the town you had saved were there to celebrate and thank Luffy for protecting them and practically saving them. You stood off to the side and watched as everyone was enjoying themselves. Usopp was near the fire telling several children and a few adults about his adventures, as well as saving a group of people. You let out a small laugh, as the children watched in amazement and disbelief that he was that strong and capable whilst the adults had all their brows furrowed.

You watched as people began to dance along with the soft music that was playing, you smiled for a moment before you glanced around. Everyone was so distracted with their own thing and yet here you were, stood alone. You swallowed suddenly the thought that everyone was whispering and staring at you for being alone filled your thoughts, you harshly looked down hoping to find something more interesting about the ground than what was standing upon it a few feet away from you.

Sanji had finally run out of food to serve and was done for the night, he wiped his hands off on his towel and then placed it off to the side. A few girls came up to him and urged him to dance, he almost gave into their begging before his eyes saw you. A pain ran through his chest as he saw you standing there alone, you looked amazing and he was shocked that no one had come up to ask you to dance. The girls in front of him snapped him away from you but it only made him realize, why wasn’t he asking you?

“Sorry ladies, I've already gotten a dance partner.” He smiled to him a soft smile, hoping they’d give up and walk off. They didn’t so he resorted to simply walking away from them and going towards you, they followed after him spewing out a few more pleas before they spotted you and froze.

Sanji smiled as he approached you and heard the girls’ voice stop almost instantly, his hands kept in his pockets as he finally stood in front of you. “Evening love.” He spoke out, your eyes darting upwards immediately and being met with his ocean-blue eyes. “Oh… Sanji.” You spoke out, you glanced around to see if you had zoned out long enough that everyone was leaving but to your dismay, you saw that everyone was still partying and enjoying their time.

His eyes studied your face, taking in every single feature about you before you connected your eyes back with his. “Why aren’t you out there flirting with another lady?” You ask him, attempting to shove down your thoughts you put a mischievous grin on your lips. He laughed at your comment before he spoke again, “That’s what I’m trying to do right now.” The way he said it so calmly and quickly made your heart flutter, your grin had dropped and your eyebrows raised. “Me? You are trying to flirt with me?” You asked in disbelief.

He smiled at you and nodded, “I mean, I am talking to you, no?” He asked you, his head slightly tilting to the side as he then brought his hand up to hold it out for you to take it. “So will I have the honor?” He straightened his head back up. You swallowed heavily as you stared at him taking a moment to process what he had just asked of you before your eyes slowly moved down to his hand, you felt yourself smile softly. “I think you will.” You say as you place your hand in his looking up to see a small glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

He leads you to the group of people dancing and slowly brings you closer to him, his hand letting go of yours and instantly attaching them to his hips. You felt your heart do a little flutter yet again your eyes struggling to keep eye contact with him, so you kept your eyes stuck on his shoulder. He took notice too this and took a moment before one of his hands lifted to gently redirect your face to look towards him, “Nervous?” He asked you, you swore you could hear a small purr at the end of the word.

You let out a soft laugh as you looked down at your feet, Sanji began to shift the two of you side to side along with the music. You take a moment before you let out a soft sigh, “Just a little…” You take a moment before you blurt out the truth “I never thought I’d be here dancing with you.” You say, then looking up at him to meet your eyes with his. God his eyes were beautiful, you’ve always thought the ocean was beautiful but as you stared into his eyes you couldn’t help but think they were almost… more beautiful.

The two of you stared into each other's eyes and you watched as his eyes slowly moved down to your lips, your stomach began to tighten with anticipation. I wonder if his lips are as soft as they look. You thought as your eyes looked down at his lips, you weren’t sure but you were 50% positive that he had tilted his head and was beginning to lean in closer to you. You found yourself moving closer getting caught in your own thoughts and belief that Sanji would ever want to kiss you.

“[Name]!” You heard your voice being called and you turned your head to look over at Luffy, He ran over excited to show you a new thing he found somewhere off near the water. You immediately scolded him for getting so close to the water without anyone else around, not realizing that you had pulled away from Sanji. Sanji watched you get dragged away from him, he almost kissed you… and of course, the moment had to be ruined. Nami walked over to Sanji and nudged him, “That almost hurt to watch.” She teased him, Sanji looked at her and pouted internally before he found a response “Just, it wasn’t the right time.” He says a small smile on his face, Nami walks away laughing leaving Sanji to pout alone.

#multifandom #writing #fanfic #milometisfics #one piece #sanji x reader #opla sanji #vinsmoke sanji #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #sanji #one piece x reader

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Coffee & Salted Caramel (Dad Best Friend!John Price Dark Romantic Headcanons)

CoD ML

It takes a moment for John to realise it’s you standing in front of him. However, after carefully scrutinising your face under the guise of a polite smile, there’s a spark of recognition in his pretty blue eyes.

In his defence, the last time he saw you was about ten years ago when you were an awkward teen just entering puberty. So little could have prepared him for seeing you now, blossomed into a beautiful young woman.

He doesn’t go in for a hug or a handshake, though it looks like the latter. Nevertheless, as soon as you’ve placed your hand in his, John brings your knuckles to his lips and kisses them. “My lady.”

The dark satisfaction blossoming in his chest due to your flabbergasted expression is carefully concealed behind a cheeky smile. A smile which is easily mistaken as amused, kind.

Without any other implications than friendship.

Picks you up from work if you’re working late and during winter. If you’re working the morning shift and therefore have to be there early, he’ll escort you to make sure you’re alright. At first John tells himself he’s simply being a gentleman, a proper captain. Moreover, he’s doing his best friend a service by keeping his daughter safe.

From men like him.

To keep you for himself.

Your father may or may not have let slip you go to the gym. A comment in which John saw a golden opportunity to get closer to you and reconnect. Or, rather, truly connect.

So you now find yourself three times a week working out alongside your father’s best friend, who kindly picks you up and drops you off after each session.

Who you’ve noticed glaring and sometimes even downright scowling at the other men there. Especially when he’s acting as your personal trainer.

Ngl, he makes for a good workout partner. Of course he respects your boundaries, but gradually tries to push you beyond them. Henceforth, when one week you swear you won’t be able to do a deadlift with 10kg on either side, you find yourself more than capable the next.

Though he’d never admit it, John loves showing off his strength and size. He might be middle aged, but he sure is still as capable, if not more, than in his younger years.

Another thing he’d keep a secret is how you wearing a choker tempts him to submit fully to instinct, play dangerously with the thought of claiming or, rather, owning you.

Frequently takes you out for hikes, picnics (weather permitting), trips around the country, and coffee. Whereas your father regards the outings with his best friend as enrichment because you two don’t get to do that stuff and acts of kindness, John actually sees them as unofficial dates.

Small moments during which he can properly fancy himself your partner.

You sing as a side hustle and have landed a performance at John’s favourite pub. Now, being a good friend to your father and simply being kind, he offers for you to stay overnight at his place. After all, the venue is too far from home to make it there afterwards safely.

Despite being seated in the back amongst the shadows, you feel John’s eyes on you throughout the show. Little do you know he occasionally closes his eyes, shutting out the world to enjoy your voice. It’s a lullaby that temporarily puts the rage seething beneath his skin to rest.

Gets grumpy when a guy approaches you to strike up a conversation after you’re done.

John knows you’re your own person and yet here he is, sulking and brooding over a pint because of a nagging sense he knows is unjustified. For fuck’s sake, you’re his best friend’s daughter! What the hell would you do with a guy his age, damaged beyond repair and haunted by ghosts?

Yet, he stands before you in no time and roughly grabs your wrist, dragging you behind him towards the exit. “On your feet. We’re leaving.”

On the way to his house, his grip remains iron-like regardless of how you struggle, whimper, beg, and try to pry his hand loose. Nonetheless, he remains as quiet, as tight-lipped, as when you ask him about his years in the army. Only when you call out his name with an ugly sob does he let go.

You flinch and step back when he turns around and comes closer, mortified by his fuming expression. John takes a deep breath, wishing he could kick himself in the face now that he finally sees how he hurt you. Moreover, in spite of his own disregard of rules and protocol, this type of behaviour would put any good captain to shame. That is, when directed at a loved one rather than a teammate. “I… I’m sorry.”

“What’s this about?” His gaze remains steady on the ground, even when you come closer to bridge the distance between you. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I don’t know, poppet. Maybe it’s just the pints that get me a bit violent. Drank one too many.”

“John-“

“Let’s go home.” Hands tucked into his pockets, he turns on his heel and starts walking again. He’d hold your hand, but after that little incident he’s too terrified to touch you. More than that, he grows bleak at the thought this or similar incidents which perhaps have yet to occur will eventually lead to you resenting him.

With you, he doesn’t want to be Captain Price.

He wants to be a man rather than a soldier.

A man properly caring for his girl by making sure she doesn’t want for anything.

Trying to sweep the incident on the street under the rug once you’re at his place, John stands in the doorway to the guest room as he watches you rummage in your bag. “Something wrong, love? Forgot your post-concert snack stash?”

You share his smile, the idea of glaring at him evaporated the moment you lock eyes. “Very funny, John.”

“I can make us something, though, if you’re still hungry. I ain’t a good cook, but I think I can manage scrambled eggs on an English muffin. Sober enough for that, at least.”

“I’m alright. Still, thanks. Turns out, I forgot my pyjamas.”

“You can lend a shirt. Let me find one.”

A wee while later, after being occupied a little too long with picking something for you to wear and distracted by the strain in his pants, he returns with a hoodie. He’d rather you be too hot than cold.

“Arms up, doll face.” Without questioning the nickname, you do as he says. His breath hitches as you wriggle into his hoodie, staring up at him with doe eyes.

It takes every ounce of self-control not to pick you up, twirl you around, and tuck you into bed. Say what you will, but beneath the lust there’s the genuine want to take care of you.

Distrustful of his hands, he crosses his arms and nods to the bed. “Hit the hay. I’ll make sure there’s breakfast, so don’t worry about that.”

“Thank you. Goodnight, John.”

He almost breaks, almost reaches out to pat your head to satisfy himself as much as he allows himself. But he doesn’t. “Goodnight, love.”

Nothing could have prepared him for seeing you do Pilates in the morning.

He stops in the doorway, frozen in place by fascination and the feeling he hasn’t been able to shake off since seeing you again for the first time in forever. Honestly, seeing you stretch and bend this way and that doesn’t help him think any clearer either. In fact, it only throws him deeper down the rabbit hole created by the fantasy of you pinned beneath him, breathless and whimpering his name as he has his way with you.

And he just dealt with his morning wood before coming downstairs.

As silent as a ghost, John slips back upstairs to calm himself down yet again, only leaving the bedroom when he hears you in the shower.

We all know perfectly well why I had to include this particular gif. And no, I’m not sorry.😝😹

Using the towels he prepared for you last night before dragging his ossified arse to bed.

Breakfast is elaborate with croissants, freshly brewed coffee (and your favourite syrup to put in it, salted caramel), orange juice, bread, jams, yogurt, and fruit. The food extravaganza makes you stop in your tracks to take in the sight.

“Thought I’d surprise you and apologize for last night. I stepped out of line.” John settles down and gestures to the one across from him. “Please.”

You nod, still too flabbergasted by the feast.

After a few moments of eating and drinking in silence, you pose the question which has been weighing heavily on your mind. “Why did you really act like that?”

“Guys like that want nothing but sex with a pretty young thing.” Despite the casual tone, his gruff voice is strained as he pours you another cup of coffee. After adding enough syrup to make it to your liking, he slides the cup towards you. “Besides, I promised your dad I’d watch over you, keep you safe.”

You glance to the side. “Bullshit. Like I’m that pretty.”

“You are. I’m surprised you don’t see how easily you can wrap any man around your finger.”

“Right. Let’s say you’re correct. I still don’t know how to… you know… have… sex.”

“Suppose you haven’t found the right person yet. Someone with the patience to take you through the motions. Who wants to take the time to love you right, map every detail of your body and learn what makes you shiver.” His eyes darken. “Someone with experience.”

Prompted by the way he sees you squirm in your seat and the front you try to put up despite the blush on your cheeks, he stands up to walk over to your side. “Someone who’s loyal. Faithful. Committed,” his breath is hot on your ear as his fingers touch your cheek, finding you pliable, your senses full of his cologne and presence, “to you. Maybe also someone who’s a little older.”

Before you can respond, John’s lips are on yours. His beard feels ticklish, but surprisingly much smoother than you thought it would be. A pleased hum reverberates in his chest when you run your fingers through it.

A lovely sound that turns into a gasp when you push him away, horrified as the truth sinks in. For nothing is more terrifying than common sense.

“I…” you begin, grasping at straws to explain yourself. It doesn’t help your heart cracks at the sight of the sadness in his eyes, badly concealed beneath the mask of the composed and determined captain.

“Y/N-“

“I should go.”

Judging by your tone, John knows he won’t be able to explain himself. “I’ll pack up some food. Have it along the way. A soldier isn’t anything if they don’t have a full stomach.”

“Text me when you’re home.” He can see the fight between confusion and affection rage in your eyes. “So I’ll know you’re safe. It might be broad daylight, but that doesn’t mean nothing won’t happen. Please, Y/N,” the way he says your name with an uncharacteristic plea hidden beneath barely composed sternness makes you waiver. “Just a text. That’s all I ask.”

“Alright.” You pull out your phone, create a new contact, and keep your gaze down towards the screen. “Spill the secret info, captain.”

After a moment’s hesitation, John curls his finger beneath your chin to tip it upwards. There’s a tremble in his hand as he cups your cheek, afraid you’ll pull away.

Change your mind.

And leave him behind.

“Promise?”

You nod, slightly leaning into his touch. “I promise.”

Packed up, the shirt he gave you the first thing to find its way into your bag, and his number in your phone, you silently leave. You know that once you turn around you’ll run right back to him, to what he can offer you. Nonetheless, to avoid problems with your father, you keep walking.

John’s gaze hot on your back, drinking salted caramel coffee.

I might turn this into a proper fic. Ah dinnae ken when or how, but what’s for sure already is that I’ve got plenty thoughts and ideas.😉

#Captain Price #John Price #Captain John Price #John Price x You #John Price x Reader #CoD x Reader #CoD Modern Warfare

[tciddaemina]

so i had a dream last night about a svsss bingqiu dating sim story set post-epilogue where Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe hadnt gotten together. idk how that would even be set up but like maybe they stopped Maigu ridge but didnt bone but its still revealed Binghe is into Shen Qingqiu, and now its in the peace afterwards where things have more or less gone back together and Shen Qingqiu has finished his sexuality crisis and decided he absolutely needs Binghe to rail him

and so its this situation of Shen Qingqiu in a dating sim, but his only romance route is Binghe and hes just trying to select the correct dialogue route to getting rawed over the nearest desk except he has no romantic experience except reading godawful stuff like PIDW and so he keeps fucking it up by saying the most unhinged shit, and it keeps making Binghe blush and run away or misunderstand him because hes so used to Shen Qingqiu being dense and misunderstanding all flirting that now that Shen Qingqiu is explicitly and deliberately trying to flirt with him he keeps explaining it away

and so Shen Qingqiu is like tearing out his hair and choosing increasingly more unhinged dialogue options and dressing in increasingly raunchy clothes to try and get Binghe to do something and its just like. 10000% pure crack

And its like

-

Shen Qingqiu sitting across from Binghe, the two them drinking wine together after dinner. The hour is late, the day stretching long and the two of them enjoying their rest after a day of endless meetings. The breeze is sweet with the scent of golden night jasmine, the candle light is dim and intimate.

Shen Qingqiu bites his tongue, an impatient itch running up his spine. It's a fine evening, but he can't enjoy it - all day it's felt like his nerves have been ground down to a find powder. All week, his nerves have been ground down. He just about tastes his impatience now, so thick its grown, its given a physical taste in his mouth.

He glances at the dialogue boxes hovering before him resentfully.

1. BOLD. "This master is tired of waiting. He has wanted Binghe too long." [Lean over and kiss him.]

2. EXTRA BOLD. [Let your actions speak for you! Start removing clothing and reach for him! Get it started!]

3. SUGGESTIVE. "Binghe has been a good boy. Why not allow this master to show his favor?" [Glance demurely at Binghe's crotch.]

4. SLY. "How have Binghe's energy levels been? Is he he still feeling unbalanced from Xin Mo? Perhaps this master can help..." [Offer dual cultivation.]

5. COP OUT. The weather is fine today, is it not?

And Binghe sits up, eyes softening, touched by Shen Qingqiu's concern. A soft ping rings out, an alert appearing in the corner of Shen Qingqiu's vision [+15 affection points]. Still, he appears a bit abashed, ducking his head.

"Ah, shizun need not worry. Mu-shishu has been taking care of this disciple - this disciple has been meditating each morning in the spiritual caves," Luo Binghe says, hurrying to reassure Shen Qingqiu and completely missing the point. "Shizun shouldn't concern himself - he has his own energies to worry about. Has Without A Cure been acting up again?"

Fuck Without A Cure!! Shen Qingqiu almost screams. This isn't about that! Tens of millions of words of Binghe fighting and fucking his way through the plot of PIDW, suave as anything, and yet here he can't see a flag being waved in front of his face! What next? Will Shen Qingqiu get out a flag and wave it, shouting Please fuck me??!!!

Binghe! Please be more conscientious of your poor master and think with your dick a little more!! Where is that insatiable lady-killer when you need him??? Shen Qingqiu is so frustrated he feels like he might spit blood! Please do something about it Binghe!!

Shen Qingqiu just smiles and inclines his head. "It has been manageable," he says, and tries a little harder, attempting to redirect the conversation. "Though... with our energies in such a state, perhaps we might find a way to help one another..." He looks at Binghe shyly over the top of his fan, lashes lowered. He bites his lip, a small thrill of shy anticipation running through him.

Binghe brightens, eyes clearing. He straightens. "Of course!" he says eagerly. "This disciple would be honored in taking over for Luo Qingge in balancing shizun's meridians each week! This disciple will ask Mu-shishu for a lesson on the proper way to circulate energies through the meridians of the wrist!"

So dense!! Shen Qingqiu's jaw twitches, and he almost throws his fan down onto the table. He smooths out his expression immediately, mask serene and implacable. "Ah," he says delicately, because fuck it, maybe he needs to be more explicit. "This master was perhaps thinking another way..."

And Binghe nods, realization washing over his face. "Of course," he says. "If human solutions are not working, but perhaps a demonic method-"

Yes! Like the divine pillar! Please fuck this master! Binghe is finally catching on!!!

"- the demon realm probably has entirely different healing practices and methods! Why have we never thought to look before? Maybe they will have something. Shizun, I will go immediately-"

"That wasn't quite what I-"

"Shizun is so wise! Wait for me shizun! I'll be back before you know it!"

-

Whoops there's a part 2.

#my writing #svsss #bingqiu #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #just fucking around really #writing idea #scum villan unhinged dating sim au

[moraxsthrone]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ — KAEYA'S WEDDING DAY: HEADCANONS

consider yourself warned: sfw. agonizing fluff. depending on how much of a sap you are, you may want to have some tissue handy?

♡ when the massive doors of the cathedral open, it’s a long walk to the altar where he’s waiting for you. 

♡ what feels like half the city of mond turns to look at you as you make your way down the aisle, but the whole world disappears when you see him. 

♡ as though casting a spotlight on him, a lone sunbeam illuminates the space where your fiancée stands, proud and tall.

♡ the sight of him takes your breath away. 

♡ he’s decked out in his knights of favonius-issued dress uniform, complete with his captain rank insignia displayed on the shoulder and breast of his coat - a rare sight indeed. 

♡ (you can thank jean later.) 

♡ he even had a matching white eyepatch with gold trim tailored especially for the occasion. 

♡ he looks so noble and distinguished, regal even: a prince, ready to receive his princess.

♡ pinches the bridge of his nose when he sees you, inwardly cursing himself bc he swore he wouldn’t cry. 

♡ (he wasn’t crying, his eyes were sparkling. there’s a difference, he’ll tell you later.) 

♡ his fingers swipe under his eyepatch to wipe his tears away before they can betray him.

♡ he honestly never thought he’d find himself here - standing at the altar, watching someone who loves him - the real him - walk towards him with a wide grin, glowing, wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of her life with him. him, of all people. 

♡ before he met you, he was terminally alone, resigned to a life of bachelor-hood. 

♡ because who could he even be honest with? to whom could he ever tell the truth about his identity, his past, his ancestry, and still be accepted? 

♡ he took a huge gamble the night he told you - not everything, but enough - and he’ll never forget the way you looked at him and said, “i’m so sorry you were abandoned like that. you were just a child, groomed to be played as a pawn in an old man’s war game. that should’ve never happened to you, kaeya.” 

♡ then you brushed his cerulean hair away from his right eye, smiled at him, and told him the words he never dreamed he would hear in response to his truth. “i love you, kaeya, and i’ll never abandon you. i want you to know that.”

♡ when you finally make it to the altar and he takes your hand in his, the dam breaks and your muffled sobs can be heard throughout the congregation, several of whom join you. 

♡ “you look so handsome, kaeya,” you tell him in a choked whisper. 

♡ “and you look stunning as always, my love," he mouths back, his thick eyelashes wet with unshed tears.

♡ nearly every elderly lady in mondstat is in attendance and CRYING HER FUCKING EYES OUT.

♡ if your own grandmother is in attendance, she’s crying even harder bc she’s the lucky one who gets to have kaeya alberich as her grandson-in-law.

♡ the knights host an “official” reception for the entire city. it’s too formal and stuffy for your and kaeya's taste. but the two of you remain in your wedding attire and play the part, maintaining decorum as you receive the city's well-wishes and gifts.

♡ but as soon as it’s over, you both breathe sighs of relief, change into your street clothes and head over to angel’s share for your “personal” reception where only your closest friends and loved ones gather for a night of drinking and shenanigans.

♡ even diluc finds an opportunity to pull kaeya aside and bid him congratulations. and for once kaeya genuinely thanks him without tacking on a cheeky comment afterward. it’s a heartfelt exchange between brothers, man to man.

♡ just before midnight, kaeya brushes past you, stealthily telling you to meet him on the balcony before continuing on up the spiral staircase. 

♡ moments later, you find an excuse to break from the conversation you’ve been stuck in and follow him. 

♡ you ease the balcony door open to find your husband leaning with his elbows on the wooden railing, looking out onto the street below. 

♡ he turns his head to look at you with pure adoration in his eye and a genuine smile that says he’s happy that you’ve managed to join him there. 

♡ he stands up straight and reaches into his coat to pull out a bottle of champagne. 

♡ “kaeya! did you sneak that from the bar stash?” 

♡ “sshhhh. it’s better if you don’t know. plausible deniability.” 

♡ “i can’t take you anywhere.” 

♡ “now what kind of pirate would i be if i didn’t steal some booze?” 

♡ you shake your head at him and giggle as he pops the top, a little of the bubbly spilling over the bottleneck. 

♡ “to us”, he toasts simply. 

♡ “to us,” you agree. 

♡ he kisses you there on the tiny balcony of angel’s share, sweet and tender, and it becomes the most memorable moment of your entire wedding day. 

♡ after all the fanfare and the hooplah, it is on the balcony of an old, dusty tavern where it’s just the two of you, and you finally have a quiet moment of romantic respite. 

♡ he calls you mrs. alberich for the first time and asks you for a dance. 

♡ the music and atmosphere downstairs is cheery and upbeat, but you dance slowly together to the beat of your own hearts. 

♡ with your head tucked under his chin, your ear pressed to his chest, you look over and see the hand that holds yours and there’s a golden ring. 

♡ it has your name engraved inside the band ‘y/n alberich’, just as yours does his. 

♡ and so with a stolen bottle of champagne as your witness, you dance hand in hand, cheek to cheek, whispering the first of the same promises to each other that you will for years to come.

kaeya m.list

♡ reblog, if you please? i kiss.

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[loveinhawkins]

Part 1 Part 2

The rain comes on heavier as Eddie starts up Steve’s car, drives away. Dustin shuts the van door and glances over his shoulder to see Steve stretching out along the couple of seats in the back that Eddie usually reserves for his guitars. It doesn’t even look like Steve wants to be lying down, more that his body is just demanding to be horizontal.

Dustin sits down right on the floor, his head by Steve’s feet. Steve shuffles with a grunt, making room for him on the seats, but Dustin doesn’t take up the offer.

“Your ass is gonna go numb,” Steve says tiredly.

“No it won’t.”

Steve gives an exhausted kind of snort. “Uh, yeah it will,” he says—in that affected drawl he loves to use whenever he decides to contradict Dustin for the stupidest of reasons.

Dustin rolls his eyes. He’s about to tell Steve to shut up, but then he hears Steve sucking in deliberate breaths, holding them with clenched teeth. It kind of reminds him of when someone tries to cure their own hiccups, but he at least knows that’s not the case here.

“G,” Dustin declares.

Steve sighs. “Oh, fuck you. Um…”

His breathing evens out a bit as he thinks. It’s a recurring game they’ve got: shouting out a random letter and seeing if the other person can name a movie in ten seconds or less. Lately, Steve’s taken to smugly saying a letter just as Dustin takes a large bite of food, which Dustin calls “cheating” and Steve calls “strategy.”

“Ghostbusters,” Steve says with a little smirk.

“Acceptable,” Dustin concedes.

“Hey, remember your Halloween costume?” Steve says, sitting up a little on his elbows; his smile turns more fond than teasing. “Your mom kept showing me the pictures for months.” He looks off into the distance for a moment, like he’s seeing them all over again. He blinks, then says, “You were tiny, Henderson.”

It’s not said condescendingly, not in the syrupy kind of way that some distant family friends would mean it. More like he’s just bewildered by the passing of time.

So Dustin doesn’t grumble at the remark. Instead he says, “Mom’s out of town tonight.”

“Christmas shopping?” Steve asks.

“Nope.” Dustin tilts his head, raising his eyebrows. “Cousin Marlene.”

When Steve just looks blankly at him, Dustin huffs. “Come on, seriously? Didn’t I tell you?”

“Last thing you told me was her perm went wrong.”

“Oh,” Dustin says, mollified. “Okay, you’re missing an update. Henry’s cheating on her.”

“God, she can’t catch a break. Who’s the—”

But Dustin’s already doing a drum roll on his knees. “Julie.”

Steve sits up a little more, gapes. “No. Is that the one who—?”

“The leader of the PTA!”

Steve clicks his fingers. “See, I told you, I told you, she was bad news.”

“Yeah, it’s a mess.”

Steve lies back down, one hand behind his head. “Tell me?” His eyes shut for a moment, and when they open, his lids look heavy.

Dustin gets up to the third phone call Cousin Marlene had made when Steve’s eyes don’t open again. It seems completely involuntary, the frown he still wears in his sleep betraying his discomfort. It makes Dustin think of whenever he was sent home sick from school, dragged down into a restless sleep that just made his head pound afterwards.

There’s the sound of a car pulling up. Dustin moves to sit in the passenger seat, looks through the window and sees Eddie jumping out of a Chevy. He gives a very polite wave that in another circumstance, Dustin would find hilarious. The car drives off again.

When Eddie sees Steve sleeping in the back, he lets out a soft, “Oh,” and shuts the door as quietly as he can. He hesitates in starting up the engine, whispers, “I don’t wanna wake him.” When he does turn onto the road, Dustin feels like it’s the smoothest he’s ever seen him drive.

“Didn’t spook your ride too bad?” Dustin asks in an undertone.

A corner of Eddie’s mouth quirks up. “Yeah, hopefully not. Nice lady. Apparently Steve feeds her cat when she’s on vacation.” He glances at the rearview mirror. His voice lowers even more when he says, “How was he?”

Dustin pauses. He looks back at Steve—still asleep, occasionally half-mouthing words he can’t hope to decipher.

“I… I don’t know what was…” Dustin sighs, feels useless again. “Eddie, he was crying.”

Eddie clicks his tongue unhappily. He pulls up to Steve’s driveway, stops a little distance away from where Steve’s car is already parked.

Eddie cuts the engine. Steve doesn’t stir. The rain, if possible, gets even heavier.

Eddie looks out at the house, deep in thought. “Spare key still under the mat?”

Dustin shrugs. “Should be.”

Another pause. Eddie nods. “Okay, I’m gonna—get a change of clothes for him, and then we can, uh, figure out what to—”

But when he opens the door, Steve sits up with a gasp.

Eddie twists in his seat. “Woah, hey, you’re—”

“Thanks for the ride,” Steve bites out, and he shoves past them both without another word, steps out into the rain.

“Hey, wait a second,” Eddie says, and Dustin can tell that he’s trying to sound calm and just missing the mark; the words come out too quickly, too frantic.

But the panic tugs at Dustin, too; he watches as Steve heads into the house, and can’t help but feel that he’s watching something slip away.

It frightens him.

He darts around Eddie, the soles of his sneakers smacking on the wet driveway. He runs, can hear Eddie calling after him.

“Dustin, wait!”

But he ignores him, flying through the front door, then suddenly feels Eddie’s arm cutting across, blocking his path forward.

He’s about to complain, to push him away.

But then he sees the glass on the floor.

The hallway is a mess: there’s a clear vase broken into pieces; on a long, wooden table, the phone lies off the hook—even more than that, the handset is cracked in several places. Dustin can see dents in the table from where the phone must’ve been smashed against it; he can picture it, suddenly, even though he’s never seen such a thing, never known Steve to lose control like that. Can see him bringing the phone down again and again…

A crunch of glass underfoot as Eddie moves in front of him. Eddie carefully kicks a few shards to the side. He looks behind him, catches Dustin’s eye and says, “Careful.”

They cautiously move through the hallway into the kitchen. Dustin lets Eddie take the lead—finds himself caught short in the doorway at the sight of Steve standing in the kitchen, both hands braced against the counter, head bowed.

Eddie stops a couple of steps away from him. “Steve. Hey. What happened?”

“Nothing,” Steve says. He raises his head and turns to Eddie, one hand still gripping the counter, almost like he needs something to keep himself standing. “Phone lines are down here, think a tree fell or something. It’s really nothing.”

“Steve,” Eddie says simply, in a tone that clearly means it’s not nothing.

But Steve looks over at Dustin, addresses him. “It’s fine. I’m—you can go, seriously. Just… I’m fine.”

Dustin doesn’t know what to say.

Eddie takes another step forward. “Steve,” he repeats.

“Please,” Steve says. His voice is breaking. “Please just leave it alone.”

Silence.

“I can’t do that,” Eddie says, like it’s destroying him to say it.

Steve moves forward now, and he shoves Eddie back with both hands—and Dustin has seen Steve in a fight, has seen him be mean, and this is none of those things. It’s something desperate and afraid.

“Why not?” Steve breathes. He pushes again, but it hardly even jostles Eddie, Steve’s strength wavering. “Why not?”

“Because,” Eddie whispers, and he pulls Steve’s hands off his jacket and just holds onto them. “I care about you.”

Steve’s face crumples. For a split second, Dustin worries that he’ll pull away, but then he falls against Eddie, and Eddie holds him up as he quietly starts to cry.

“This is so,” Steve chokes, breathes raggedly, “so fucking stupid.”

He keeps repeating it, so fucking stupid, over and over.

“No,” Eddie says. He sways just a little, one hand stroking through Steve’s hair, right down to the back of his neck. “Shh. You’re okay, oh, you’re okay.”

Dustin steps further into the room. He wants to somehow find something that can make this all better—knows there’s more to be fixed than a broken phone. “You’ve gotta get out of this house,” Eddie murmurs, lips almost touching Steve’s temple. “Okay? How about…”

But he trails off, and Dustin knows that he was about to suggest that Steve stay at his—can already tell, from the way that Steve tenses near imperceptibly, that the suggestion would create a stalemate.

Dustin can read it in Steve’s hunched shoulders that if Eddie offers his place, to Steve it’ll feel like he’s imposing or some bullshit like that; he’ll dig his heels in, facing another night alone and…

Eddie bites down hard on his lip again; Dustin can practically hear his panicked train of thought.

And now he knows what to do.

“Stay at mine,” he says, and both Steve and Eddie look over at him. “Mom says I need “adult supervision” if I’m home alone, but you’ll do, I guess.”

It’s technically the truth, apart from the fact that Dustin had planned to have a sleepover with Lucas tonight, but well. Details.

Eddie’s eyes are shining with gratitude.

“A thankless job, huh?” he says, gently nudging Steve. “But I guess someone’s gotta do it.”

Steve exhales. His eyes meet Dustin’s before darting away, and Dustin hates that he looks ashamed.

“Okay,” Steve says.

#just 3 parts i said. & like steve i was lying to myself #steve and dustin #dustin henderson fic #steddie with dustin’s pov #steve harrington #dustin henderson #eddie and dustin #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #eddie munson #steve x eddie #henderfam

[batneko]

bowuigi A/B/O idea, except we're 100% going with alpha Luigi and omega Bowser (he wears a collar, he has a kid with no "mother," think about it people!!!)

So, in the Mario world there's a LOT of different types of people. Toads and mushrumans like Peach don't technically have gender at all, it's just outward presentation. And even the groups that have A/B/O dynamics don't always express it in the same way. With Koopas, omegas are quite rare but they're expected to be big and strong instead of dainty and swooning. Gotta protect the eggs, after all!

But there's a lot of social capital to be gained from Having An Omega, and no matter how respected and feared Bowser is it's never quite enough to stop some alphas from thinking they can own him.

(choose your own angsty adventure for where Junior came from)

That's one of the reasons he's so fixated on Peach. Not only does she not have any expectations because of his gender, but no one else looking at them as a couple will either!

Then along comes the Mario brothers, both of them reeking of alpha, repeatedly dominating him and taking away what he thinks is the key to a happy future... It's maddening.

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Mario and Luigi were never exactly typical alphas. They're too short, too friendly, they cook and clean and help out around the house. Of course all those traits made them plenty popular with women and omegas (if the ladies don't find you handsome they should at least find you handy), so the occasional bully or rude comments stopped bothering them a long time ago.

It didn't take them too long to adjust to their new world, but sometimes they're still surprised by things. It's never occurred to them that koopas might have alphas and omegas. Aren't they reptiles? (No.) Although Bowser smelled sweet, they just assumed that was what the big koopas smell like (technically true) and didn't worry about it.

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Then there's another villain trying to take over the world, and to get Bowser out of the way they dose him with hormones and trigger his heat. Mario doesn't hesitate to chase off the villain, but Luigi hangs back to make sure Bowser is okay.

Bowser is furious. Mad at the villain, mad at his own body, mad that he doesn't know any alphas he can actually trust. If there was somebody he could just fuck and get this out of his system, he'd chase that other villain down and teach them a lesson the hard way. But instead he's going to have to lock himself away until it passes, and...

And then he smells Luigi.

He's frustrated, angry, and his brain is only working on about half capacity. He growls, "Put out or get out."

And Luigi, who is still reeling from the realization that Bowser's scent wasn't a coincidence after all and is also only thinking at half capacity, says, "Are you joking or is putting out an option?"

-

Afterward, they don't talk about it. Luigi understands that it was an emergency and Bowser's not interested in him. And he's still adjusting to thinking of Bowser as an omega, so he can't exactly say he's interested in Bowser either. They defeat the villain, save the world, and Bowser seems satisfied with the beating he got to give. Job well done.

Later on Luigi sends a polite message to make sure Bowser is still all right and never hears back. In fact, nobody hears anything from Bowser for months.

When they finally run into each other again, Bowser is carrying a tiny baby koopa in his arms. Exceptionally tiny, actually, with big blue eyes and a tuft of dark hair.

Luigi is pissed. He and his brother are not quick to anger, especially not for alphas, but you don't just bear a man's child and not TELL him. He's been a papa for months and he doesn't even know the baby's NAME? Bowser didn't even ASK FOR INPUT ON IT? ITALIAN NAMES ARE BEAUTIFUL. THEY COULD HAVE NAMED HER AFTER HIS NONNA.

Bowser is absolutely flummoxed that this is the part Luigi is most upset about, but agrees that she can have a middle name.

(And then ✨awkward dad romance✨ ensues.)

#bowuigi #luigi #bowser #super mario bros #batfics #kinda #long post #also kinda #bowigi #luwser #that version is actually correct for once #bowluigi #green shell #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #ABO AU #implied offscreen mpreg #a/b/o au #a/b/o

[vampworks]

Starved of you

Pairing: Billy Loomis x Fem Reader x Stu Macher

word count 1.7k

No use of y/n

Summary: The reader is dragged to Stu's party by the girls to fix Sid's relationship but She is in a secret relationship with Billy and Stu. She is here to break it off but gets distracted by Billy while he becomes obsessed with her. He struggles with his feelings for her and how she affects the plan.

Warnings: mention of alcohol and drug use, cheating(not on the reader), mention of murder, toxic behavior, intimacy

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Music blares through the room threatening to shake the house itself. The air was stuffy and crowded her senses. She couldn't seem to care as Tatum dragged her by the arm through the door. The blonde soon disappeared into the crowd following Sid afterward. This was the night she set things right before the world as she knew would crumble. Dramatic, but what else equates to sneaking around with your best friends behind their girlfriends' backs? A masked serial killer fits into this somewhere, maybe it was karma for what got her here in the first place. The plan was simple, break it off with them both, leave early and everything would go back to normal. Getting Stu and Billy alone for something serious was always a difficult task. Pulling off your own arm seemed easier. She decided to settle it one at a time. Billy would be easier as the other would only tease her endlessly for it and she'd end up in his bed again.

Stu's eyes grew wide as he spotted her in the crowd of sweaty teens. He shoves his accomplice harshly in the arm. Subtlety be damned, he thought, Hell was about to raise for everyone. "Dude...Dude..we got a party crasher.'' Billy rolled his eyes still turning away from him. "Like you care, they'll run like everyone else. He scoffed. ''Yeah maybe but dumb and dumber will follow too" Stu whispered. Billy thinks for a moment before it clicks. "The hell you mean, man? She's not coming. Her parents....." It was Stu's turn to roll his eyes as he shoved Billy around to see the girl wandering through the crowd. She waves with a smile after spotting the two of them. "Shit" he hisses. " I'll handle it" He whispers as the two waves back. "You better, Princess over there is at the center of all this," Stu says through gritted teeth. "Just take care of the dumb blonde'' Billy retorts. He shoots a glare behind him as he pushes through the crowd to meet the only girl either of them wants. "Hey, you." Billy beamed almost comically in an attempt to recover the control he'd lost just by seeing her. His out-of-character enthusiasm was a bit offputting making her take a step back. He cringed at his own actions, She always had a way of destroying the persona he worked so hard to build. He loved but hated it at the same time.

"Can we talk please?" She said in a hushed tone already pulling him towards the stairs with a nervous expression. 'Shit, I'm screwed' He thought. Billy panics trying to rethink the entire night he spent a year planning for. "Yeah, yeah. Sure, Doll." His eyes darted across the hallway. They brightened as he made a sharp turn and pulled her into Stu's bedroom. The large room was dark except for a poorly hung string of lights across the ceiling. The gaze in his dark eyes was unforgiving as he loomed over her already shaking form. His pupils were blown wide as he searched over her features.

''Ay. What's wrong, Doll?" He fought back his usual smirk from showing as he spoke a concerned tone. "It's Sid, She dragged me out here so I could get you to talk to her. I can't keep lying to her and Tatum is bound to find out eventually. I mean, what if Stu slips up in a joke or something? You've seen him. He flirts so much. Tatum and Sid are still mad about the arrest but she really likes you, Billy. Neither of them would ever forgive me if they knew about us sneaking around behind their backs. What if..." Billy holds back a laugh as he listens to her ramble on.

"How do you feel about me though?" She stopped completely. "What?" The girl’s large eyes stared back into his own in the hope of finding falter in any sense of the word. ''Tell me how you feel about me 'cause I might starve if I can't have you." He struggles to speak plainly. She releases a squeak as she tries to contain herself. This was so far from how she wanted tonight to go. Her heart beats rapidly as silence fills the room. "I...I wanted you since we were little. I mean, funny story..." She begins to ramble again. "I was the one to start that rumor that we were already married in the fifth grade. I gave Stu a dollar and told him to be really loud about it" He laughs and his heart begins to beat like it'll burst. "Ooh, I really shouldn't have said that. Shit." The girl muttered bringing a hand to cover her mouth. Her eyes drift to the door for a moment only to return to meet his stare. His own narrows and his head tilts to the left in thought. "Explains a lot. My mom liked you a lot more after that."

Hundreds of thoughts both perverse and protective crossed his mind as his body acted on its own. This would counteract his plan, she wasn't supposed to come tonight. "God, you're something else, huh." She lets out a nervous laugh while trying to read his expression. Dark brown eyes traveled down the length of her tight dress hidden beneath a large jacket. That goddamn lettermen jacket she had borrowed from some nobody downstairs screamed for nothing but his downfall. He knew his schemes would all but crumble if he gave in to her touch tonight. He has to stay focused or the past year of his life would be wasted. He couldn't think of anyone who wanted to watch a movie about a killer being stopped just for love. The image of her wearing his own jacket flashed in his head. He needed her warmth so badly, it hurt at this point. "Billy, we really shouldn't be in here together" She grabs hold of his forearm in an attempt to keep him at a distance.

She silently begged for the strength to run back through the party never stopping till she made it home as she should. His hands slowly inch toward her. She shivers as his fingers brush against the fabric lining the jacket. His hand continues as it runs down to the small of her waist and rests there. The other cages her between himself and the wall. A small whimper escapes before she can bury it. "We'll be alright" He breathed as he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood to hold himself back. Everything about her was a drug. He could have sworn she was made to kill him from the inside out. He would just have to risk it. He'd be the one to win after all. Might as well, get the girl and get revenge all in one night, he thought. He couldn't understand but her voice is heard as she mutters a slur of curses. It sounds like a song to him at this point far overpowering the blaring music from downstairs in his head.

She watches a devilish smirk widen on his face, the very same that terrorized her so many times as they grew up together. His eyes were now scanning her every move as her hand traveled up and landed on his chest. Billy leans in to whisper in her ear. "Let it all go, princess. I got you." Something in her snaps and she kisses him harshly curling her arms around his neck and pulling him down to her height. Her fingers tangle in his short brown hair as he lifts her. The kisses grow heated quickly as they lose themselves in each other's touch. Their senses filled with nothing but the warmth of their embrace. He tightens his grip on her hip and begins to leave kisses in line from the curve of her jaw and down her neck.

He stops for a moment to smell her perfume. She had always smelled heavenly but tonight, she smelled of beer and whatever drug she's been laced with by god himself. "Billy.." She pleads into his ear. She only receives a hushed groan in response. Her nails graze against his skin as she continues to call his name. He hums against her as he comes back to his senses meeting her eyes once again. The vibration of his voice sends a shiver down her spine making her eyes flutter. His eyes were half-lidded and his breaths staggered and uneven. His lips appeared cherry red and glossy under the soft glow of the lights. She giggles after seeing the dazed look in his eyes. "Damn, I got you this high, Loomis?'' She teases brushing his hair out of his face with a newfound confidence. He gives a breathless laugh and drops his head to rest on her shoulder. "Fuck, I might just overdose on you, princess. Her smile falls as she remembers the world around them. "Maybe then, I'll have you all to myself."

A heavy knock on the door causes her to flinch and tighten her grip on his shoulders "Hey, lovebirds. This room's way past off-limits! Stu shouts from the other side. "Dammit, Stu. it's me" Billy shouts back before turning to the girl with a weak smile. "Well, why didn't you say so. Tell my bunny I love her!" Stu blurted in a singing tone.

She giggles and shakes his head at them both and breaks away from his hold. "'I'll go shut him up, I should get out of here soon. My parents want me back home." He only nods in response bringing up his other hand to rub the back of his neck. He swore he could still feel the touch of her fingers there. She grabbed his hand intertwining her fingers with his larger ones. She pulls his arm taunt toward the door before realizing he's not following her. She turns back to him with a confused look.

"Hey, mind doing me a favor, sweets?" She blushes at the name. "You mind calling Sid up here, I wanna get this over with. You won't have to lie anymore after tonight." The girl smiles at his words as she smooths down the fabric of her dress. "Ok but be gentle about it, alright. Today's been kinda rough for her." He pulls her in for another embrace resting his head on top of hers and speaks in a sickly sweet tone. "I promise, she won't be a problem after tonight." His eyes darken as he stares at the black robe sticking out of Stu's closet.

The rest of the Prescotts had to die tonight, And they would as he and Stu planned. Nothing could keep him from getting his sequel now since he finally had her.

#scream 1996 #scream movie #scream x reader #billy and stu #billy loomis x stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #scream fic #stu macher x reader #billy loomis #ghostface x reader #Spotify

[geekyarmorel]

I'm already back again! So here's another request for Lady D now. And it's time to spice things up a bit with some angst! What about reader being a product of experiment conducted by Lady D on the order from MM? The new maid is kind hearted and it doesn't take long for Alcina to take interest in a young woman. Lady D getting attached but still too loyal to MM and bitterly thinking that reader anyway wouldn't even consider thinking of her in a romantic way so she bottles up her feelings instead. Reader surviving the cadou and not becoming a lycan or moroaică but seemingly without gaining any mutation from it. She's still a normal human being(as one can be with some parasite inside their body) or so everyone thinks but then she starts seeing ghosts. Firstly it was some, like, glitches and then it started to slowly progress into seeing fully body shaped silhouettes and then people. Just imagine how many she'd see at the castle Dimitrescu, and considering how those ghosts died, the sight isn't a pretty one. Gruesome looking ghosts. So my point is that the maid goes slowly insane and either somehow killing herself or being killed. The angst part is her being in love with Lady D all this time. I imagine her saying that before she dies or I see Alcina going through the maid's belongings after her death and finding a diary, etc and reading love confession from now dead maid.

P.S. If you're not comfortable writing about reader's death, you could come up with your own ending but make it angsty! Actually I'm more intrested to know what your ending would be! So feel free to change the death part!

P.P.S. This request started as another one for MM but somehow ended up like this... and I didn't even plan it. Oh, well...

Listen i better get a cute prompt after this. I loved it but i also made myself sad. Anyway enjoy!

Empty Soul

Alcina × Reader

She couldn't have predicted that this would have been the outcome. That she'd be here sitting next to this bed, holding a hand that grows cold while a heartbeat gets slower and slower by the minute.

It started when she noticed how her daughters treated you. You were kind to them and they flocked to your warmth like moths to a lantern. She began to seek out your company, curious about the mortal that treated them like humans.

Over the course of months her family connected to you and you had become someone precious in their sight. And as for Alcina, she realized one day as the sound of your laugh made her heart flutter, that she had completely fallen in love with you. For a while she tried to distance herself, she knew there was no way you could ever feel the same way. When she saw how your smile never quite reached your eyes and the hurt they spoke of she couldn't stay away any longer.

When you were alone with her she let you use her name, the way it sounded from your lips truly made her feel spellbound. She fell more in love with you everyday, oh and how her heart ached, knowing that there was no way you could ever love her back. The thought haunted her like the shadows that fell through the castle.

Then disaster struck.

A new sickness spread through the village and into the castle. You fell prey to it and it was beginning to ravage your body. Alcina couldn't take it and approached you as you laid in your bed. She did her best to convince you to take the cadou, to become like her (and if she was a little selfish in wishing that you might fall for her afterwards then she'd accept that). You agreed and she carried you to her lab wasting no time.

It was difficult to watch the painful process that you were going through but when it came to an end and you weren't transformed into any of those disgusting and horrid creatures she smiled widely. At first it looked like you were going to be powerless, just a stronger human able to blend in with the masses. It hurt her heart a little, you'd never want her now when you could still have a human partner who wouldn't be afraid of you.

Then she began to notice your strange behavior, there were times when she observed you doing double takes into what seemed like empty space. This behavior went on for days when asked you would just reply. "I think I'm just jumpy my Lady, I haven't been sleeping well. Its probably just that." And she let it go, accepting your words at face value.

Mother Miranda called the next day, demanding Alcina to leave on a trip and so she did as she was commanded. It was only a week long trip, what could be the harm? Everything would run as smoothly as normal.

How wrong she was.

When she arrived back home her daughters were frantic, the drone from their swarms loud and erratic. They rushed to tell her of you. How you suddenly became afraid of everything seemingly over night, how you would look in horror at empty rooms and empty halls, how you shrieked and screamed, clutching yourself and trying to escape from unseen things.

As they got closer to the room where you had hidden away she could smell your blood in the air, her chest aching in the thought of you being hurt. She bends into the room to find you a top a barrel, knife in your hand as you slowly rocked it side to side carving your thigh into two. There were deranged and wet giggles escaping your lips, truly a sign of hysteria. "Draga?" Alcina tried, kneeling down beside you uncaring if her dress got dirty.

Your eyes snapped to hers and she lost her breath, she'd never seen such dead eyes on any living creature. "Monsters." You say in a sing song like voice, "No hope, monsters, join us soon." You continue in the same manner and Alcina can't help the way her heart is starting to sink. "That's all they say." Another wet and unhinged giggle escapes your lips.

"Who say?" She asks, handing coming try and still the blade in your hand. But you shriek and wail making her take her hand back, you only calmed when you resume your slicing. "Draga, who says those things?"

"The other maids." You answer, "They come from the walls, crawling out of the basement, nearly every room they come from. Crawling, begging, reaching for me." Your other hand lifted to your arm and raked your nails down it to try and get the phantom touch away. "I see them. How they died. Entrails dragging behind, sick and pale drained to empty husks. Parts sliced off clean, others ripped messily apart."

Alcina's stomach began to twist as she realizes what you mean. "They call you monsters. They say I'll join them soon. No hope. No hope. Monsters." You giggle again as tears begin to pour from your eyes.

"I can't stop seeing them!" You say as you body shakes with sobs. "They're everywhere! They won't let me sleep! They won't shut up!"

"I'm so sorry draga mea." She says reaching out to wipe away your tears, "I'm so sorry."

"I don't want this power!"

Alcina feels her heart sinking lower with every second that passed. "I'm sorry draga-"

"I only wanted to be like you! Maybe then you'd love me like I love you!" All the breath in her body left as you said those words. You loved her?! You loved her! She lifted her hands to cup your cheeks, brushing her thumbs across them to wipe away your tears. She goes to speak again when you cry out, "I don't want this gift any more! Take it back!" You beg her, tears spilling down faster.

"Draga, I'm sorry but I can't take it back." Alcina feels tears threatening to fall from her eyes. At her words you cry out and before she has a chance to react you dig the blade into the side of your chest and twist it deep. A cry of her own flies from her lips, "No! No no no no!" Quickly she removes the knife, scooping you up in her arms as she flees toward her chamber. She calls for supplies and has you patched up to the best of her ability.

And now she's sitting by your side, hand clutching yours as she begging for you to pull through. "Please draga mea, please. Don't leave me." Tears slip down her cheeks as she places a tender kiss on your hand. "I love you, I've loved you for so long. I never thought you'd want me. Please know that I know, I can't let you go. I could bare the thought of you passing before the Cadou, that's why I had to convince you to take it."

She bites into her arm deeply welling blood to pour from it. Lifting your head she puts the pouring wound to your lips, hoping she can get enough to slip down your throat and begin to heal you. "Please draga mea. Please don't leave me." But only a growing weaker heartbeat answers her words and she prays, for the first time in perhaps a century, that she's not too late.

#alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #alcina x female reader #countess alcina #countess alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina dimitrescu #re8 alcina #lady dimitrescu re8 #re8 lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #tall vampire mommy #geeky writes

[cuubism]

First of other-pairings fics. Calliope & Lucienne. this dynamic turned out odder than I thought it would.

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At long last the Dreaming is normal again -- such that the Dreaming can ever be normal. After a century of decay in which Lucienne had feared the Dreaming might simply fade away, after the manifestation of the vortex in Rose, when she'd feared it might be ripped apart entirely--after all this, the Dreaming is peaceful again.

It should be peaceful.

Why can't she feel it?

Lucienne is wandering the palace gardens. She does not often wander. Usually she walks with decision. But all the major reconstruction is done in the library, and around the Dreaming more generally, and while there is always general organizing, and a continual influx of new books, her time is not currently fully occupied.

And so she is wandering. Something she had only truly done during Lord Morpheus's absence, when the library became too unspooled to tend, until things decayed to the point that even the gardens felt treacherous and she had retreated to the palace.

She does not think she is meant for wandering. She likes to have something to do. One of the hardest things during this century of a crumbling Dreaming had been not being able to do anything.

It's as she is walking the gardens, the peaceful-yet-strange breezes of the Dreaming fluttering the tails of her coat and chilling the tips of her ears, when she encounters a familiar--yet unexpected--dreamer.

She looks much the same as when Lucienne had last seen her, those thousands of years ago. Poised, elegant, timeless. She's wandering just as Lucienne had been doing, the long hem of her dress brushing the grass, and despite her bare arms doesn't seem chilled by the cool wind. What is she doing here?

"Lady Calliope," Lucienne greets as their paths cross at an intersection, surprise slipping past her usual professional neutrality. There is no perfect way to say, I thought Lord Morpheus had barred you from the Dreaming, but Lucienne is a master of tact. "I... had not expected to see you in the heart of the Dreaming. Welcome."

They had known each other once, though they had never been friends. Lucienne is, and was then, a custodian of stories, and could not help but to admire the muse who had inspired so many. Calliope was, and perhaps is still, a being of grace, and there was much to admire in that. But there was always the wedge of Morpheus between them and the possibility of friendship.

Calliope gives her a wan smile and an acknowledging dip of her head. "Lucienne. Greetings. Fear not, I've not come to trouble your lord. He would not admit me anyway; I know this without having to approach the gates."

Lucienne thinks this is true; if she were meant to find her way inside, she would have already, else Lord Morpheus would have found her here. But Lucienne had not been aware they were even on such meager visiting terms.

"It is no trouble," she says. "You are welcome."

It is strange, though. An upset to the tentative balance. Only Morpheus softening his ire could not be a bad thing... could it?

Calliope trails her hand along a flower petal; the stem shrinks back, and then reaches for her again. She touches another: it shrinks, and then reaches. "Yes, it seems he has given me leave to wander the gardens. I suppose this is progress."

Lucienne's curiosity overtakes her propriety. "Did something... change? Recently?"

"Oneiros and I met recently under poor circumstances," Calliope says, and looks up at the tall spires of the palace, just visible over the trees. "We had not spoken for a millennia."

When she doesn't continue, Lucienne asks, "And... you are speaking now?"

"It was I who first went silent on him," Calliope says, skirting the question--though perhaps the fact that she's outside of the palace instead of in is its own answer.

"I remember," Lucienne says. She remembers, too, Morpheus afterward. Lucienne does not believe in exonerating him of fault, but when it comes down to it she is Morpheus's man, so to speak. If there must be sides, she always knows which one she is one, particularly when it comes to his heart. And there are always sides when a marriage falls apart.

She wonders if she should be wary at all of Calliope's renewed presence here. Not that the goddess would mean harm, but harm does not have to be meant to be enacted.

Calliope gives her a knowing look, like she suspects much of what Lucienne is thinking. She is clever, and perceptive. Once Lucienne had thought--hoped--that she might be good for Morpheus. That she had mettle enough to withstand his tempests, and to stand up to him, and yet the gentleness to be soft when he needed it. That her steady tides might temper his storms. Perhaps they had, for a time--Lucienne's knowledge of the situation is certainly not entire. But storms and tides... too easy for the storm to whip the tide into a froth. Too easy for the tide to pull back into the ocean right when the storm is about to fall.

"We are not speaking," Calliope says at last, "though I have made the offer. Perhaps I was silent for too long. I could not forgive him for how he treated our son. Still, I cannot. But..." She looks up again at the highest spires of the palace, expression creasing in a pain that's familiar. Lucienne has felt it herself. "But, I think that I no longer begrudge him the strangeness of his grief."

Lucienne wonders if Morpheus's grief is not so much strange as it is simply buried, but doesn't say so.

Calliope shakes her head, looking back to Lucienne. "I speak too much. Long has it been since I have been in the Dreaming this way. It loosens the heart, does it not?"

Perhaps for dreamers, Lucienne thinks. For herself, she knows quite well how to shore up her heart. Perhaps she learned it from Morpheus, all those years perched upon his shoulder.

"The Dreaming does reach for emotion," she says. "It recognizes you."

Calliope touches one of the flower petals again. "Yes. Tell me, how is he? You have always had a most perceptive eye."

Met under poor circumstances, she had said. Lucienne wonders whether Calliope knows where her former husband was this century. The manner of the question suggests that she may, but Lucienne won't speak of it regardless.

"Lord Morpheus has been busy," she says. To say that he is well might be overstating it. But he has... changed, she thinks. Perhaps for both good and ill.

"I imagine," Calliope says quietly.

"But it is peaceful here," Lucienne adds. She will convince herself of it.

"So it seems," says Calliope, even as another chill wind rustles her hair. "I am glad of it."

Lucienne wonders if Morpheus will speak with her, eventually. And whether that will bode healing or more grief.

A stronger wind blows past. Calliope looks away, as if hearing something far off--the morning is calling her to wakefulness.

"My lady--" starts Lucienne, before she can disappear--but Calliope says--

"Please. Calliope, now." Her smile twists--reflecting on something Lucienne does not know of. "I am finding I don't care much to be... deified in this age."

It is strange to have seen her and Morpheus in the early notes of their courtship, at the peak of their joy, its plunging wake, eons of silence-- and to see them now, backs turned to each other, and yet something so similar upon them. Sometimes, Lucienne does not know what to do with all that she has witnessed.

"Calliope," Lucienne amends, and Calliope gives her a real smile. "Shall I tell him you were here?"

"I am sure he knows already," says Calliope. And this is true, Morpheus certainly does.

"Shall I tell him anyway?" says Lucienne.

"I do not wish to make you into a messenger between estranged former lovers; you have more important work to do than that, I am sure," says Calliope, but looks contemplative. "Yes. Do tell him. I should like this open door to be..." her gaze flicks up again at the palace, and then away, "acknowledged. Thank you, Lucienne. Fare you well."

Then she's gone, back to the Waking. Lucienne watches the gently-swaying flowers. Truly, strange breezes are blowing in the Dreaming. And she does not know if the tentative peace can hold against them.

#this fic did not pass the bechdel test XD #my writing #lucienne the librarian #calliope sandman #the sandman #lucienne queen of overanalyzing every line of the conversation. she's just like me fr #need a tag for these solicited fics... #sandman character prompts

[tot-musica]

Hi, may I request some romantic hcs with Nami, Uta, & Kiku with a gn!reader? tysm! :3

Here you go Anon! Sorry this took so long, hope you like them 😊

Nami:

Will both charge you interest, and then immediately turn around and spoil you with gifts.

Even if you're not a fashionista - well now you are.

She found you sleeping under the Mikan trees one day, and sat staring at you fondly until you woke up.

Sunbathing.

Her kisses are firm and mischievous, often taking you by surprise and running away before you can react.

You like to make things she might like out of Mikan's - perfume, soap, candles - whether they turn out good or bad, it always turns her cheeks red.

Perhaps you'd think Sanji would be jealous of you - but quite the contrary! If Nami-swan likes you, then you must be perfect, and that is what he wants for his pretty ladies.

Though she might be jealous of how much Zeus likes you. You can't help it, snuggling with a literal cloud is a dream.

Perhaps … one day you might present a ring? It would be a beautifully crafted thing with the help of Usopp and Franky, gold in color and carved with intricate designs of leaves and Mikan blossoms, with little citrines at the center.

Uta:

She sings. You dance. The same way her voice travels and traverses dimensions, your soul leaves the husk of your body, flying, dancing, gracing the skies as high as her singing.

Laying side by side, you enter your shared world. A place no one else can enter. This place is warm, always sunny, with a breeze, lying under a single tree in a meadow. The grass is as soft as plush fabric, and a creek flows with pristine water, tickling your toes.

On lonely nights, she'll sit on the window nook, gazing out the panes. It doesn't matter what time it is. You're always there, sitting behind her in a warm embrace with your head on her shoulder.

Her kisses are soft and chaste, but emotional and loving. She leans her forehead against yours and smiles.

With effortless ease, you can do each other's hair day by day.

You often link pinkies, and so one day, you both tie a ribbon around each other's fingers, so you'll never forget your promise, and no matter what may separate you, you’ll always find your way back to one another.

"You and me - we can change this world. I really think we can pull it off." Both of you share twin acts of godly power. All those who can hear her sing will fall peacefully to her dreams. Anyone who can see you dance will succumb as well.

She is the princess of this land, and you'll always be her knight.

You'll make sure that this concert goes off without a hitch. A New Genesis will be born.

Kiku:

With Wano finally free again, you both open a tea house in the Flower Capital, close enough to the palace, and near enough to be within the hustle and bustle of the crowds.

No matter how hard you try, you just can't get makeup right - no need to worry though. One of her favorite pastimes is applying makeup to your face.

You can't help but drool when she practices with her katana. Someone is elbowing you to stop simping.

The simping is worse when she dons her Mengu armor.

Her kisses are soft and loving - but she always must fix your lipstick afterwards to your amusement.

The first fire festival free of Kaidou’s rule - all are making merry in the name of the Kozuki clan, and the raid on Onigashima the year prior. Lantern’s light with wishes of joy rather than anguish and disparity - fireworks shoot off and silhouette Kiku’s face as you both sit on one of the palace rooftops, eating all manners of snacks and goodies you splurged on in the lively market, but it’s nice to get away from the thick of the crowds and party on your own.

How does she make everything she wears look perfect? How does she always look perfect?

She pulls you close, resting your heads on one another as the sky shines as bright as the day in rainbow light.

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[antianakin]

I found something really interesting when I was last on Wookiepedia. On the Legends page about the Dark Side, it mentioned a Master Shim, who wrote an analysis of the process one falls to the Dark Side. She also claimed that an individual who kills innocents under the influence of the Dark Side is incapable of being redeemed, and at most, they can only ever attempt to atone. Apparently, a member of Luke's New Jedi Order asked the lady's interactive holocron about. among other things, Anakin's fall to the Dark Side. Basically, Shim's judgement was that Anakin was not in any sense redeemed. What are your thoughts on this?

Thought number one is that this is Legends and should always be taken with a grain of salt anyway, so it is by no means what the original intent of Anakin's storyline was or how Lucas envisioned the worldbuilding to work.

Thought number two is that I made a whole post on how there are at least three separate definitions of redemption that you can utilize for Anakin, all of which are entirely valid. This person appears to be going for the one that kind-of amounts to "If you have done something you can never make amends for, you cannot achieve redemption." They're equating the Dark Side with things like murder and enslavement, and they're entirely right to do so. And they are then saying that these things the Dark Side is intrinsically tied up with are NOT redeemable sins. There's no making amends for murder and slavery, not really. Even if you choose to do better, even if you make different choices for the rest of your life afterwards, the damage is done and that stays with you forever.

And that does tend to lean towards where I PERSONALLY sit on the issue. Anakin can always choose to be selfless, he can always make better choices than he's made up until now, but it doesn't bring back the Jedi. It doesn't take away the time the clones spent under the influence of the chips and the things they were forced to do that they would never have chosen had their minds been their own. It doesn't take away that the Republic was turned into a fascist Empire. It doesn't undo the impact the Empire then had on the rest of the galaxy, like what we know happens to the Wookies or to Ilum or to Lothal or to Ryloth. Anakin will never be able to truly undo any of these things that he was instrumental in causing, so how can he find redemption for something he cannot actually change or fix?

But I don't think that the inability to find true full redemption should keep someone from ultimately still trying to do BETTER. Like yeah, nothing you do now will change anything for those people who are already dead or undo the trauma already inflicted, but it CAN change things for a lot of other people who will continue to be hurt if you stay your course. It's obviously still better to stop and work to do and be better than it is to just decide that your personal redemption is the only thing that matters and the only thing causing you to change. It was, ultimately, very helpful for Palpatine to be dead and for Luke to have survived. Both of those things will ultimately still help a lot of people in the future even though it does nothing to change all of the people Anakin's already spent over twenty years hurting.

That all being said, I do think the intent of the final scene in ROTJ is to tell us that Anakin WAS redeemed in a more theological way, that he was redeemed by Luke's love, that he was forgiven by the Force itself because he died doing something out of a more selfless love for his son, etc etc. His sins are all entirely absolved and forgiven because of his own sacrifice or Luke's, blah blah blah. When Howard Kazanjian, one of the producers of Star Wars, pushed back against the scene of Anakin standing next to Yoda and Obi-Wan as if he was an equal, this was Lucas's response: "Isn't that what your religion is all about?" I will say though that Lucas himself did not always stick to the same tune when discussing it. I've had people throw quotes at me where Lucas says Anakin is redeemed, but I've also seen at least one where Lucas says he's NOT. So even though I think that the point of the original scene IS to say he's redeemed now, wholly and completely, it doesn't mean Lucas always kept the exact same view on the issue.

So I think what I get out of that particular Legends story is that the author of that story had a different version of redemption than Lucas may have had, at least when he was making ROTJ. I'm not sure if the story itself supports this Master Shim's assertion on Anakin's redemption or not just given what you've told me about it, but if it does, we can make a pretty solid guess as to how that author defines redemption. If it doesn't, then it's just throwing out this alternative definition and, presumably, arguing against it in favor of something else.

And at this point, to each their own. I have my definition of redemption and my interpretation of Anakin's ability to achieve it. I'm going to stick to that and everyone else is welcome to stick to theirs. But I like this Master Shim and appreciate that she's not so willing to give Anakin a pass for his atrocities just because he might've been good once and made one better choice at the end of his life. I wish we saw more Star Wars characters like her, personally.

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[depressedbagpipe]

Enchanted (Prince Caspian x you)

Part III

Words: 3741 Warnings: caffeine, poor grammar choices, a bit too self-indulging, a bit too much philosophical i guess A/N: so, i think this is the end (spoiler: if you want like a final heart-wrenching part, i can do that 😌 and like maybe even a few headcanons of the month they spent together? idk anyway here u go) i can't believe this is done, tbh, thank u to everyone who read this xx Taglist: @just-levyy, @sergeantbuckybarnes, @patniera

Part I > Part II

‘How did they get inside? Are they okay?’ Caspian nearly yelled.

‘Huh?’

‘Those people!’

‘Those are actors.’

‘They’re still people!’

‘It’s not real, Caspian.’

‘What do you mean it’s not real?’

‘They’re not… inside the TV.’

‘Then, where are they?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘You said there’s no magic here.’

‘It’s not magic, Caspian.’

‘How can you be so sure of it?’

‘Because… I am.’

‘That’s not an answer.’

‘Do you trust me?’

Caspian took a few seconds, and you held your breath. The question had left your lips before you could stop yourself, and although you didn’t think he would take it seriously, he did. His eyes searched yours, and only when his gaze stared into your soul, he answered.

‘With my life.’

You felt the heat in your cheeks when he spoke. The past month had been both the longest and strangest of your life, even if you hadn’t been on Earth for that long. Meeting Caspian had somehow felt like a checkpoint, and you were sure your existence would not be the same afterward, one way or another. You had let him crash on your couch the following nights, going as far as to bring him with you wherever you went. You said you didn’t trust him on his own, but you also couldn’t deny that you enjoyed his company. 

You almost forgot what you were talking about. ‘Then believe me when I say this. Those people are real, but they’re not there.’

Due to his confused stare, you proceeded to explain how television and cinema worked, and although he constantly nodded his head at you, you weren’t entirely sure he understood the whole concept, but by then you were too tired and it was a bit too late to be having that conversation. The only reason you were talking about that was that you had woken up thanks to Caspian’s surprised yells, only to find him back in the living room, curiously pressing every button on the TV’s remote.

When you finished your speech, you sank back into the couch, exhausted, yet oddly alive. You sighed deeply and closed your eyes, but you felt Caspian’s eyes on you. You often found him looking at you, at first with clear curiosity, now with something else you couldn’t exactly pinpoint. But you soon found that you didn’t mind it one bit. 

‘What?’ you asked before looking back at him.

He mirrored your position, with his back sprawled on the backrest, lazily lounging in your space as if he was always meant to be there.

He shook his head. ‘Nothing. You’re just beautiful.’

You snorted. Out of all the possible reactions that could have escaped your body, you snorted. It wasn’t a flattering sound by any means, yet Caspian’s demeanor didn’t falter. He looked at you the same way he looked at the stars –full of longing, and passion, and yearning for an answer that would never come. 

‘Nice joke,’ you answered, and you knew you were lying.

‘It isn’t,’ Caspian replied.

Neither of you said anything for a while. You only stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity, even though it had probably been a few minutes. Time had a way of stopping whenever you stared at Caspian.

And then again, you yawned. Better than a snort, you thought, for now you had an excuse to look elsewhere.

‘I apologize for keeping you up, my lady,’ Caspian slightly bowed his head at you, with lines full of regret decorating his forehead.

His hair was wild, even though you had cut it for him only the previous week. You had liked the way it used to frame his face, but he had been complaining about its length for days. You couldn’t help it when your fingers threaded his soft ends again, and it almost felt like a crime to you every time you brought the scissors near his mane. It had only been a month, you kept reminding yourself. And soon he’d be gone, anyway. 

You shook your head. ‘It’s alright, Caspian.’

His name came out in a soft whisper. You feared the second you acknowledged him, he’d disappear. You had long given up your pursuit of a logical answer to his mystical appearance, and you had done your part in trying to help him find a way back. But the longer he stood by your side, the bigger a hole the size of Caspian was creeping around in your chest. And you didn’t know what you’d do with it as soon as he was gone. 

You barely said anything else before bidding him good night and plopping down on your bed. After sitting on the couch, with knees almost touching, and the previous night's events, the new space felt a bit too big for you. Closing your eyes you hoped sleep would welcome you back, but minutes turned into hours and the next thing you knew, it was morning already. Despite being an off-day and the clock on your nightstand showing it was eight in the morning, you felt somewhat hesitant to leave your room, even with your fingers itching for warm contact. You often found yourself unconsciously searching for Caspian, like grabbing his arm before he could be run over by cabs, or guiding him with hands on his shoulders to navigate through the busiest streets. You liked it when he asked questions about your world and felt even prouder of him when he surprised you in the mornings with coffee, after teaching him how to use the coffee maker. For a king, he was doing a decent job at playing housewife, you had joked, and he had laughed. Yes, the past month had definitely been the weirdest one thus far, but you also didn’t want to go back to a previous life where you didn’t have Caspian in it. 

Yet now, all you could think about was Professor Hastings’ words. In a series of fortunate events, you had tracked down both the young reporter who had interviewed the old professor on her remarkable life, and the professor herself, who was just as willing to answer all the questions you threw at her after being invited to her house just two days ago. 

Caspian had been confused, but then again, when had he not? When all of a sudden you came out of your room one day, with heavy bags under your eyes and tousled hair, not only did he thought you had gone insane, but you were holding your laptop firmly in one hand while the other moved in the air as you explained how you thought you had a lead. Whatever article the two of you had gotten out of the library three weeks before had clearly sparked something in you that made your eyes twinkle with excitement. Caspian too was elated, yet he couldn’t help but frown at the thought of the true source of your happiness. Were you really that thrilled to get rid of him?

But he forced himself out of those thoughts and proceeded to listen to you rant about an old woman who lived in Hartford, Connecticut, whose interview you had spent the entire night reading and analyzing and you believed she could have some connection to those Pollies friends of his. 

‘Pevensies,’ Caspian corrected yet again, but he was now finding it endearing.

‘I promise I’m not mocking you. I genuinely forget what their name is,’ you defended yourself before you went on another tangent.

Caspian hadn’t really had much faith in your hypotheses until he found himself standing right in front of the so-called Professor Hastings. Even the trip to her suburban house hadn’t been enough to calm down his nerves, and the next thing he knew, he was staring down at a familiar old face, one he once thought he would love forever –at least, until he met you.

But one thing he was sure of, and that was that he hadn’t forgotten those blue eyes.

‘Susan?’ his eyes teared up at the sight of the lonely old lady.

She, too, was caught in the moment, with eyes too wide and full of unshed tears. ‘It’s certainly been a long time, Caspian.’

‘You know each other?’ you asked out of the blue, not liking the way Caspian was looking at the Professor. 

You recognized the name, of course, but your mind couldn’t even fathom the reality that was now slapping you hard across the face. Caspian. The Pevensies. Narnia. Everything was true, and this woman in front of you was the missing link that you needed. 

Professor Hastings, or Susan, ushered you both inside. You spaced out during most of their conversation, enjoying some scalding tea at the back of the living room, eyes scanning around at the books on the shelves while Caspian and Susan caught up. You felt invasive as if you weren’t supposed to be there, despite having helped Caspian since he arrived. 

Caspian missed you by his side, too. He felt as if you also deserved to listen to Susan’s tale, but you were already gone to the other end of the room by the time he sat down. He noticed that about you, how you seemed to flee whenever the topic was too heavy, or his presence too much. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t like the way you constantly slipped through his fingers, always a step too far behind, or in front, or anywhere but next to him. 

At some point, you talked and asked questions you knew Caspian was too polite to ask. Why the name change, why move to another country, why she didn’t come back. You saw the raw emotion in her eyes as she remembered her siblings, and you physically had to stop yourself from crying one too many times. Caspian was a mess by the time you left her home, all your questions answered, yet another thousand coming up. You held him that night as he cried to sleep. His quiet sobs seeped through your unlocked door, and taking him by the hand, you led him to your bed, where you both lay awake, grieving for his family and for a land you’d never known. 

In the morning, you tiptoed around the kitchen, being extra careful not to wake Caspian. You mulled over your coffee, looking back at your conversation with the Professor –or Susan. 

‘Aslan always knows what he is doing. He sent you here for a reason, Caspian, and you won’t go back until you learn it.’

A part of you was selfish enough to wish he didn’t go back. Despite your best efforts not to grow too attached to the raven-haired man, you liked him. You enjoyed his presence and provided your days with a sense of comforting naiveté that you had long lost. Not only was he a nice view to look at, but his charm had you giggling at night, almost wishing it to be day again just so you could talk to him. And that terrified you.

It wasn’t that you had been treated badly before, but you had spent way too much time alone to find solace in loneliness. You loved having your own space in a crowded city, and you deemed unworthy anybody who would come in between that. You had turned down suitors before because it was never the right time; always too busy, or too unstable, or too depressed, or too anxious, or too in your head about everything. Rejecting people had become a full-time job for you. But Caspian? It wasn’t the right time either, nor would ever be. Falling in love had been one of those many things you had dreamed of as a kid, but as you grew up, left it to rot at the back of the drawer. You figured you just weren’t meant to have that, and you had made your peace with it. Until a certain king from a fantasy land decided to smear a chocolate cupcake on your white shirt on a Sunday night. 

And said king was casually strolling into your kitchen now, with heavy eyes and crumpled pajamas.

‘Good morning, your majesty,’ you said before placing a nice plate of eggs and bacon in front of him. You knew he liked those, as well as those chocolate cereals you kept by the fridge.

‘Morning,’ he answered.

You both quietly had breakfast together, both of you too lost in your own thoughts to acknowledge anything around you. But the silence was eating you alive.

‘Hey, so I don’t have to work today. Would you like to spend the day in the park?’

You stood there almost shyly, waiting for his response. You didn’t know what went through his head, much the same way he didn’t know what went through yours. You hadn’t forgotten the night you had spent together crying, holding desperately to one another, and while you couldn’t deny that you somehow enjoyed being physically close to him, you knew Susan’s words had taken a toll on Caspian.

Finally, he nodded. ‘Sure.’

Despite having pulled two all-nighters, you felt particularly energized. Certainly, you had increased your daily caffeine consumption, but maybe there was something about walking among the old trees that left you thinking that maybe life wasn’t all that bad and that you only needed some sunlight in your face and to feel the gentle autumn breeze through your fingers.

Maybe Caspian felt the same way, because every time you looked at him, the creases on his eyes seemed to become smaller. You both hadn’t said much ever since that night, only speaking when necessary, both of you processing your own world. You hadn’t known Susan personally, or her siblings for that matter, but seeing Caspian so distraught had made you want to tear the whole planet apart, anything to make him happy again. Knowing how you usually dealt with your own shit on your own, you didn’t know what Caspian needed, and he wasn’t leaving any clues for you to find out.

‘Are you okay?’ you finally asked, once you sat down on a bench overlooking the Lake. 

He sighed. ‘Not really.’

‘Is there anything I can do to help?’ you bit your lip when you asked. Only after hearing it out loud, you realized you could’ve asked earlier. Suddenly, you feared for Caspian’s opinion about you.

He shook his head. ‘No. Just being here is enough,’ he said. 

He didn’t look at you, though. So you fixed your gaze on the water, deciding on people-watching and enjoying your time together, even if the man next to you was desperately trying to pull himself together.

You acted on impulse. Your hand was resting on your knee, and the two of you had been sitting down closely, mirroring the way you had been sitting twelve hours prior on your couch. This time, you didn’t shy away. You took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together, feeling the callousness of his touch and tracing the soft marks over his skin. He took a deep breath, you noticed, and as your fingers ghosted over his pulse, you noticed it had picked up. But you didn’t talk; you stayed silent, hoping –praying, to Aslan or to whoever would listen– that he wouldn’t suffer anymore.

And, if anybody were to ask you, you guessed that was the moment you realized you had fallen for him. 

It didn’t hit you like a brick, as some of your friends had mentioned a couple of times. You didn’t feel any dread, either, as you thought you would. You never even thought you’d been in love before. There had once been a classmate back in middle school that you definitely crushed on, only because they were a bit older and edgier than the rest in your hall, but no, you hadn’t been in love. You had liked other people, always a bit too much to qualify as platonic but not that much to be romantic. The best way you would have described it was as if you’d been swimming in a lake. The water was always still, and occasionally, a little fish would come by and swim around curiously, only to either leave your side forever or until you got bored of said fish and swam around, looking for better entertainment. 

But as you sat next to Caspian, with his hand clasped in his, you swore you were now swimming in the ocean. And it was vast and scary, but you weren’t afraid. The waves were carrying you softly to the shore, lulling you to sleep, embracing you in safe arms as you allowed yourself to let the feeling flow through you entirely, welcoming it with open arms. And Caspian was right there, waiting for you, with that big smile he seemed to have only for you, and that light stubble you adored decorating his cheeks. You didn’t want to come down from that high you felt you were in, and you knew you had to, eventually, but for a few more minutes, you decided to just be a little selfish and savor it, for as long as you could. 

‘Do you think I’ll ever come back?’ Caspian asked you, quietly. 

For a second you thought you had imagined it, for he wasn’t looking at you. Taking a breath, you answered.

‘Of course, you will,’ you frowned, the waves in your heart suddenly picking up speed.

‘What if I don’t?’ 

Again, you paused. You thought back to that first night, when you found him at Central Station, lost, and scared. He had the same look on his face, only this time your heart clenched further. 

‘You can stay here. With me,’ you tightened your grip around his hand ever so slightly, suddenly afraid. You didn’t want him to pull away.

‘Could I? Stay here?’ he asked. He finally looked at you, and he wasn’t ready for the fire he saw in your eyes.

Your lips twitched into a side smile. ‘If you want.’

‘And what do you want?’

His question caught you by surprise. You always walked on eggshells when it came to your feelings, never dwelling too much on them. You wouldn’t admit it, but you were scared of what you would find in your soul if you looked too deep. It felt like a constant battle, and it had taken you years to quiet the voices that seemed to scream in every direction. Those same voices came back, crashing full-force like a tsunami. But when you looked into Caspian’s eyes, those dark, comforting, safe eyes, they stopped. The wind stopped. Every noise went still, and it was just you two. You hadn’t been in love before, no. But now, for the first time in your life, you were a hundred percent sure about something. You were in love with Caspian.

‘I want you.’

Despite being a king, Caspian was a simple man. He liked walking on the beach at dusk, enjoying the salt on his lips and the crashing waves. He liked drinking wine, although he often had to refrain himself from drinking one too many cups at dinner. He liked riding in the woods, with his hair loose and wild. He liked hosting balls for his friends, and he would often sit back in his throne and watch them have fun, occasionally dancing and talking among his many guests. He didn’t like violence, though, but he wasn’t afraid of it. He didn’t like it when his hair would fall in his eyes, obscuring his vision. He didn’t like when his subjects were in danger, or when enemies attacked his precious kingdom. Those things didn’t change when he arrived in New York; his collection just expanded.

He liked the smell of freshly-brewed coffee in the morning, and the sound of your quiet humming as you cooked. He liked the way the streets were noisy and busy, but the inside of your apartment was silent and cozy. He liked the glow of the sunset over the glass buildings, and the skyline at night. He didn’t like the rudeness of some citizens, always yelling insults at each other. He didn’t like how everything was always too fast, as if everyone was running out of time constantly. He didn’t like the way people would crowd around in small spaces, and he often felt like he couldn’t breathe. 

Caspian loved you. Absolutely, whole-heartedly, unconditionally loved you. He loved how you always rubbed your eyes several times after waking up, like you weren’t fully there just yet. He loved it when you stretched your back and groaned, and a little shiver would run up your arms as you did. He loved your bluntness, even though at first he thought you were a bit rude, too. He loved the way you had helped him, asking nothing in return. He didn’t love how you would shy away from him, or how you always refrain from speaking too much about yourself and your past. He understood, but didn’t like it nonetheless. 

He enjoyed the way your hand felt on his, despite the size difference. He enjoyed the way you were always looking out for him, whether guiding him throughout the city or supporting him as best as you could. He loved your eyes, with their dark bags under them and the mischievous glow that seemed to decorate them permanently.

Caspian loved you, and the longer he stared at you, on that bench, surrounded by the trees and the sun, the more he felt himself falling for you. Both of your hearts were beating at the same time, same pattern, same rhythm, and for once, he felt like he belonged somewhere. Next to you. And if his ears weren’t deceiving him, you were too reciprocating those feelings.

And you were scared. But you had never felt more free than you did at that moment. And with Caspian’s thumb rubbing slow circles on your skin, you inched forward, and throwing all caution through the window you crashed your lips onto his.

No warning, no sign, no fear. You plunged into the water, and you only came back to the surface when you felt his lips move against yours, warm and alive. His other hand rested on your cheek, holding you close, and yours grabbed his neck, grounding yourself, feeling his erratic pulse accompanying yours. Caspian loved you, and you loved him. And you both liked that very much.

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