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mrsriddles-blog · 3 days
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Iris | M.R
Pairing: Mattheo Riddle X Slytherin Fem Reader
WC: 3.2k+
Warnings/Notes: Mild language, angst, fluff, slow burn, crappy dad…
Summary: In which you are Mattheo’s safe haven, the Iris in his life… 🌙
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And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't wanna go home right now
You sat in the Common Room, curled up in one of the oversized armchairs by the fireplace as you read. Mattheo sat on the sofa, trying to act as if he was working in his journal, but really he was focused on you.
He wasn't one to get shy or nervous, but around you he did. For the longest time, he was so careless and reckless, but then he happened to have noticed you. You were careful, and some would argue boring as you preferred playing it safe. It made some of your housemates question how your a Slytherin.
But, Mattheo noticed how you were caring and loving to those so important to you—and the first years. Typically, the first years are left to fend for themselves, but you always help them settle in and find theirselves a group of people.
You had easily fit into your guys' shared friend group, yet he found himself wanting more than a friendship with you. You were the light in his life, and for that he'd be forever thankful.
He was struggling before he had met you. He was getting angrier, getting into more fights, feeling more spiteful, drinking more and even smoking more. He was pushing all his friends away, until you. You brought him back. He found himself controlling his anger so he didn't scare you. He stopped fighting as much as he knew you hated it. He stopped drinking and smoking as much. He hadn't felt spiteful really since he met you. It was you had provided him with such tranquility—such heaven.
Yet, he couldn't ever admit his feelings to you. He was too scared to. He was scared he'd lose you and he didn't want that. He wanted you in his life someway, somehow. If that was by being friends, he was content with that.
You yawn and he knew you'd be going to bed soon which meant he too would go to bed soon. He was only up because he saw you were the only person in the Common Room. He originally felt bold and was going to express his feelings, but he found himself backing out and cursing himself for being a chickenshit.
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
When sooner or later it's over
I just don't wanna miss you tonight
Mattheo found himself awake from nightmares, so here he was sitting in the Common Room at two in the morning.  He hadn't had a nightmare in so long and it irked him so much that they had begun once more. He was so upset and he found himself crying, so he left so he wouldn't wake up his roommates.
He was sure they wouldn't care and that they'd be concerned, but he didn't want that. He was already embarrassed that he was having nightmares again. He felt like a little kid.
He tenses, hearing footsteps towards the Common Room and he glances over to see you stumble in. He was quick to look at the fireplace, wiping his face of any traces that he'd cried earlier.
"Matty? What are you doing up?" You mumble sleepily as you stumble towards the couch.
"Dunno'." He mumbles, internally cursing himself for pushing you away now.
"Are you okay?" You mumble.
"I just...want to be alone right now." He says, sighing after he realized how douchey that sounded.
You were more awake now, trying to get a grasp on this moment. Mattheo was hot and cold in moment. Typically hot with you, but right now he was being cold which was strange. You noticed he looked upset and you frowned. You move over to the couch he was sitting on. You place a hand on his arm and frown as he tenses.
"Oh Matty, you don't got to talk about it. I get it, but I can tell you most definitely don't want to be alone right now. You don't have to put that facade up for me. Here, lay down." You say, patting your lap.
He stared at you in bewilderment. How was it you weren't intimidated and scared when he got cold with people? You weren't even fazed aside from being more caring and concerned. But, you didn't pry. You simply wanted to provide comfort. You understood that he didn't want to bare his soul open to the world right now, you understood he felt misunderstood and broken. He moves, laying his head on your lap.
You toss a blanket over his lower half before you run your fingers through his hair. You hum softly, smiling as he relaxes and he soon was falling asleep. You followed not long after.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Mattheo knew he had been awkward with you in the morning upon waking up with his head on your lap, your fingers still in his hair. You didn't seemed bother, or if you were, you kept it hidden.
He was currently seeking you out during your guys' free period to apologize. He knew he was in a strange headspace last night and he felt as if he put a lot on you.
He found you sitting under the tree you all tended to occupy with your friends. Thankfully, your guys' friend group had some studying to do in the library. He sits next to you and you look up from your book before closing it as you smile at him.
"Hey, Matty." You say softly.
"Hey...I wanted to apologize for last night. I know I was a bit rude to you and I'm sorry. And I'm sorry if I put you in a weird position." He says.
"Matty, you don't need to apologize. It's okay! I don't know what's going on and you don't have to tell me. I just hope that whatever it is, it gets better. If you decide if you want to talk about it, I'm always here. There's no shame in talking about your feelings, Matty. I know you don't believe that, but it can be a good thing to talk time to time." You say, smiling encouragingly and softly.
"Can I tell you something?" He blurts.
"Anything." You murmur.
"I've had nightmares since I was a kid because my father. I haven't had them since second year until last night. So...I was upset and I was embarrassed. I'm sorry." He blurts, how cheeks flushing red in embarrassment and frustration.
"Matty, don't apologize. It's okay. I'm sorry you had a nightmare. It's nothing to be embarrassed about though. I have some too still...I've got a really crappy dad and use to...I'd have my mom to hum. Her humming always calmed me down and made me feel safe. But, she passed and then I was alone...it was just my dad and me." You say, smiling sadly at Mattheo who stared at you in surprise.
"I never knew that." He says.
"I don't talk about it a lot. I don't think I've told anyone that since transferring here believe it or not. I just...I don't know...I don't want to be pitied. I want to be seen for me, not that I have a crappy homelife." You explain. 
"All those fights I use to get into...it was to make me know that I was in fact alive. For such a long time, I just felt like my world was black and white. Fighting made me feel adrenaline and this rush and then my getting hurt...it all made me feel alive." He admits.
"Oh Matty, if you ever feel like that...like you need a moment to know you're alive, come to me. I'll show you." You murmur.
"I've been feeling that for awhile, Y/n/n. I don't think you can do anything." He says sadly, looking off into the distance.
You gently nudge him with your elbow and he looks at you. You bite your lip nervously before looking at his lips. You lean forward slowly, glancing up unsure only to see his eyes on your lips which encouraged you. You close your eyes, your lips moving softly against his.
And you were right.
His heart sped up, as a rush went through him. He kissed you back, his hands settling on your hips as he pulled you onto his lap. You pull away slowly, looking at his with a shy smile, flushed cheeks and blown pupils.
"Fuck me, I hate it when you're right." He says, chuckling as you laugh softly.
"In case that didn't tell you how I felt, I like you, Matty. A lot. I see you more than you know and I want to be able to love every piece of you. The good and the bad." You murmur.
He leans forward, kissing you again as he tried to express his own feelings. You smile into the kiss, understanding exactly what he was saying.
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive
Word spread like a wildfire of Mattheo and your relationship and even three months later, it was still the big news.
Mattheo stood outside the Great Hall, nervously pacing with the big bouquet of purple flowers. There were a little this and that in there, but mostly irises. He learnt in Herbology that irises meant hope, faith, courage, and wisdom. Once the two of you began to officially date, he told you that you were his hope.
He walks in, seeing you dressed in a white sweater dress, laughing amongst your shared group of friends. Pansy sees Mattheo first and grins which catches the rest of the groups attention. You turn back just as he got about two or three steps from the table. Your jaw goes slack as your eyes water slightly.
"Happy three months, love." He says, nervously, handing you the bouquet.
"Thank you Matty, these are beautiful! Oh, look at these irises. They are so beautiful!" You say softly, looking at the different assortment.
He smiles, taking a seat next to you as he finds himself feeling much more relieved that you loved them. You lean over, kissing his cheek as you smile softly at him.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
You were nervously playing with your hands, your father sat across from you in the limo he owned. You were going to the Christmas's Ball hosted by the Malfoy's, but you were going to be meeting your boyfriend's father for the first time. Which meant your own father was as well.
"Stop that." He snaps.
"H-Huh?" You mumble confused before facing a sharp smack.
You stare out the window for the rest of the ride with watery eyes. You were more than happy to get out of the limo, but you unfortunately had to walk in with your father.
"Don't you go straying off, we are meeting your boyfriend's father." He snaps, grabbing your upper arm in a tight grip.
Your friend group had turned when you had walked in due to Mattheo's surprised look. You were dressed in a gorgeous dark green gown the hugged your upper body and was flowy in the skirt. You hair was done perfectly along with your makeup.
But, they noticed about the same time as Mattheo was the big ugly bruise on your cheek and the way your father grabbed your arm.
"F-Father, d-do we even know where he's at?" You ask.
"Shut up, can't you ever just shut up?" He snaps harshly at you, walking down a corridor.
Mattheo was following which made your father turn as he heard footsteps.
"Excuse me sir, I can take you to my father. Hey love, you look beautiful." He says, trying to give you a small smile.
You could see he was furious and you shake your head sadly. Your father didn't loosen his grip on you, but he agreed to follow Mattheo who led you both up a flight of stairs.
You reach a sitting room and you see his father in an arm chair. You had heard rumors that he had a spell made to reverse the affects of the horcruxes, but you didn't believe it until now. The man looked to be in his early twenties, with sharp features, a lanky yet toned build, and cold eyes.
"Mr. Y/L/N, I presume." He says.
"Yes." He says curtly.
"I'm Voldemort. Pleased to meet you...and Y/n, I've heard so much about you." He says, smiling coldly at your father before smiling softly at you.
"It's nice to meet you, sir." You murmur, trying to keep your face at an angle without it being noticed so he didn't notice the bruise.
He holds his hand out and you didn't miss how his eyes lingered on your father's hold on your arm. You gently pulled at your arm which allowed it to be released as you took his hand. You were appalled when he kissed your hand, before he focused on the red angry mark on your arm that was starting to bruise.
He murmurs a spell and watches it heal before turning your face toward Mattheo and healing the bruise on your cheek. You look back at Voldemort.
"Thank you." You murmur.
"Of course. Go enjoy the party with Mattheo. Your father and I...we are going to chat for a while. Please do save me a dance." He says.
"Of course, sir. Thank you again." You murmur.
Mattheo holds his arm out to you and you smile softly at him as you link your arm with his. Unaware of his father's eyes watching you both as Mattheo opens the door letting you walk through first with him following close behind. He smiles slightly, admiring how far his son had grown.
"Are you okay?" Mattheo murmurs.
"I'm fine. He was actually in a much better mood than I expected." You admit as you walk down the stairs with Mattheo.
"That's him in a better mood?" Mattheo asks, his own anxiety spiking as he fears what a bad mood is like with you near him.
"Yeah, probably one of the best I've ever seen him in, oddly enough. Your father was...nice. I was expecting him to hate me, respectfully." You say.
"He's been different since the spell reversed his looks and negative affects he faced. He's even been a better father dare I say. It's been...strange. He did seem to really like you. I just...I worry about your father." He admits.
Your eyes widen as you look at him.
"I don't think he'll kill him. Worst is that he’ll hex him and maybe threaten him about hurting you. That really set him off. He genuinely was excited to meet your father, but his mood shifted when he saw how your father was treating you." He explains.
"I just want to enjoy the night with you, Matty." You whisper.
"Would you do me the honor and dancing with me, love?" He asks.
"Of course." You say, smiling widely at him.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
You knew Mattheo was having a rough day. It was the anniversary of his mother's death and he was having a hard day coping.
Oddly enough, his father owled you and told you some things about Mattheo's mother and some things that may cheer him up. You owled him a letter back in thanks and wished him well.
You roped Theodore and Enzo in with helping set a few things up. You walked to the boys' dorm to see that they must've all left Mattheo to be alone. He was staring up at the ceiling.
"Love, I think I want to be alone." He mumbles.
"I love you and respect you, but let me be here, okay?" You murmur, climbing onto his bed.
He genuinely felt better as you wrapped your arms around him, allowing him to shift to be the little spoon as you managed to be the big spoon. You rest your chin on his shoulder as you squeeze him tightly.
"You're gonna kill me, love." He mumbles, managing a small smile.
"I just love you so much. I'm sorry." You whisper, kissing his cheek.
He hums, pushing himself back further into your embrace. You held him until he was ready to go to breakfast where he didn't necessarily want to talk or eat, just a change of scenery. You managed to get him to eat some food and drink his juice—-and even a few smiles out of him.
You took him to the courtyard, reading his favorite book to him while playing with his hair. His eyes were closed as he half-listened to you and half-thought of how grateful he was for you.
Around dinner time, he followed you with confusion to the Astronomy Tower. You had set up dinner here and planned to watch the starts with him as he and his mother use to when he was a child. You made sure to get his favorite snacks and even a few of his mothers.
"Love...what is all this." He whispers.
"Your father owled me and told me today is always a particularly rough day for you. I had already planned on spending the day with you, reading and cuddling...but he gave me a few other ideas. He told me your mom and you would watch the stars so I thought if you were up to it that we could watch them together. And he told me some other favorite foods and snacks of yours...along with a few of your mothers. I understand if this is a lot. We can go to dinner and I bet Teddy and Enzo wouldn't mind cleaning this up." You ramble, suddenly doubting yourself as you looked anywhere, but him.
"Love...thank you." He admits, his voice cracking as he pulls you into a soft kiss.
Your heart broke for the boy you loved so dearly. He was so heartbroken of the loss of his mother. He didn't deserve this.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
"You father seriously doesn't mind me spending the summer with you guys?" You ask for what felt like the hundredth time to Mattheo.
"He's ecstatic to have you over, love. He's got the whole summer planned with fun activities." He sighs, giving you a pointed look.
"I'm sorry! I'm just nervous! Gosh." You pout.
"I love you." He murmurs, giving your lips a pec.
"Hey, not long enough mister." You pout.
He grins before leaning back in to kiss you softly in which you reciprocated as you couldn't help, but smiling into the kiss.
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
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bangchansgirlsblog · 1 month
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IF YOU HAVE SWEET ANGEL SAVED THEN POST IT 👹
Sweet Angel 👼
Part three:
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"Babygirl?" Chan knocked on her door softly trying not to startle her. "Can I come in?"
His heart was in his throat due to the state she had just walked into the house with. Her nanny had no idea what had happened and that made him so angry.
"What do you mean you don't know what happened?" He had asked and slammed the kitchen cabinets. This caused a few of the boys to jump as I.N had quickly made his way behind her.
"I pay you to look after her and you can't even do that?" He said walking back and forth in the kitchen.
"Hyung let's just calm down and figure out what happened. Shouting at her won't do anything for us." Han stepped in trying to calm him down.
"Fine." Was the only response he got out of his Hyung.
"Sir, I'm so sorry once again. I really tried-"
"I think it's best you leave love. We'll take it from here," Changbin cuts her off knowing that even if she tried to apologize, Chan would not accept it unless he had calmed down first.
She sadly nodded and grabbed her stuff before being walked out by Felix.
"Let me go talk to her," Chan quickly said grabbing his phone off the table.
"You should calm down first Chan, let I.N do the talking right now. We're all worried but she can't see you in such an angry state," Seungmin advised while he pulled him into a hug. He really needed it.
"Fine," he sighed and sat on the stool. "Is this my fault? I shouldn't have been so hard on her-"
"Hyung stop it, drink your water and calm down," Han looked at him worried. He simply nodded and took a sip from his cup as he patiently waited for I.N to come back.
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"It's been 15 minutes and his not even-" before Chan could finish what he was going to say, I.N came back down the stairs looking defeated. His shoulders were slumped and the frown on his face could be seen from a mile away.
"What happened I.N?" Chan jumped out his chair quickly making his way over.
"She wouldn't let me in Hyung,"
“Okay..okay maybe u should go try-“ he rushed but was quickly grabbed by Leeknow.
“Let’s give her some time to calm down okay? Maybe another 30 minutes. She may just be angry. We don’t want to keep bothering her and suffocating her,” although Chan’s thoughts were foggy at this point, leeknow was right and he couldn’t disagree there, so he just let it go at the time being.
He nodded his head and sat back at his stool. His hands land on either side of his head as he slowly yanked at the hair of his roots while thinking. This was a sign for the boys to just let him be so they all decided to make theirselves busy by starting up dinner.
“Do you guys think it’s still early to go check on her now?” Chan sighed. It had been atleast 45 minutes and he couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to know what was wrong with his babygirl.
“Yeah mate, go on. Dinner will be ready soon,” Felix encouraged him. He gave them a small smile before he made his way up the stairs not trying to trup on his own feet.
The walk felt long until he was standing at her door and slowly knocking. No response.
He knocked again but still…No response.
"Babygirl?" He knocked on her door again but softly trying not to startle her. "Can I come in?"
She heard a few footsteps until the door finally slowly opened and Chan’s gaze slowly softened at the sight. Her hair was wet and it looked like she had come out the shower but her nose and eyes were red and puffy, looking like she had just been crying. The little sniffles confirmed it.
“Love? What happened today? Can I come in?” Chan was quick to question her. She just nodded and moved to the side.
She was silent as she tried to avoid his hard gaze. He struggled to come up with words, figuring out what to say and what to do.
“Hey,” he softly said towering over her.
“Hi..” she replied quietly.
His hand slowly wrapped around her. The warmth making her slowly melt but deep down she was still angry. She was still angry at him and the world so she didn’t bother hug back. She stood there numb and tired.
“Do you want to talk about it?” His voice was muffled by her hair.
“Not right now Channie, please.”
“Why not? Did someone hurt you? Did someone threaten you?”
“I- it’s just that. I’m still so upset at you. So just give me some space.”
Ouch. His heart hurt. He failed his own little sister. Her hand’s automatically letting go of her.
“Oh…look. Y/nnie I’m sorry for being hard on you but you need to understand-“
“That’s the thing . I don’t understand!” She snapped while taking a step back from him. The anger now boiling her blood.
“You’re still young Y/nnie. You will I promise..”
“I don’t think I’ll understand why my older brother keeps overworking me and making me feel like crap. I don’t think I’ll ever understand that!”
“Y/nnie…” he took a step to hold her hand but she shrugged it off.
“Don’t..”
“I understand that’s your angry at me. It hurts me-“
“No it fucking doesn’t Chan. Why don’t you get it. You’re so busy with being so in charge that you forget how to be a real brother.”
“Don’t say that please-“
“And you know what? Yes I’m being bullied. I’ve been bullied ever since I got here. I hate you. I hate your stupid job and I hate all you boys!”
That’s all Chan needed to hear before he fell to the ground holding his chest. A loud groan leaving his lips and he took deep breaths.
This took y/n back by surprise but her body reacted automatically by grabbing him in her arms.
“Chan?! What’s wrong? What’s the matter?!” She said panicked. Her eyes started to tear.
“Call- call the boys..” he struggled to say in between breathes as he clenched his chest in pain. His forehead sweating uncontrollably.
“Okay okay, just keep breathing- keep breathing Oppa,”
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freyrmichokolatte · 3 months
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@xshandra STOPPP YOU'RE MAKING ME CRY WHAT
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No but fr though just think about it
Just imagine Branch when he saw them getting captured and when the rest of Brozone got saved by Poppy and Viva he thought that they were going to leave him to die. Then imagine the shock on his face when they're still going after Ven and Vel to rescue him then after the whole fiasco they went back to Trollstopia to take a good rest. The brothers are all in Branch's bunker and Branch looked at them in the eyes and asked them why they saved him, when they explained it's because they love and care for him Branch hit them back with:
"But you hate me don't you?"
Those words are going to be stuck in their brains for a lifetime because no, they don't hate him, they never did. Thet realized how much they screwed up and how much they missed out on Branch's life, his childhood- but no, he didn't had a childhood because the day they walked out on him, the day they walked out on their baby brother to return to *their* childhood, it stole his. They all could've go back to him, but they didn't.
John Dory and Floyd did come back. But when they reached an empty Troll Tree, they didn't bother looking for him, they proclaimed him as dead.
Clay was scared to go back because of the Bregens. But he was still in the Troll Tree when they escaped the Bergens so why didn't he come back?
Bruce could've come back too, but he didn't.
All of this started because of a dumb arguement 20 years ago that could've been settled by communication but no, they're stubborn and said 'Fuck you I'm leaving this household!'
Now look at how it turned out. And when they found out Branch was gray for 20 years, it made them feel more guilty and shameful. That's why they promised theirselves that they'll make it right. They will be better brothers to Branch, learn about him and his interest and slowly build up eachothers trust again. Although it'll take a long time but they will get there.
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fandoms--fluff · 2 months
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Can you do an elijah Witch daughter reader being Esther favorite Granddaughter?
Flower Crown
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Little Mikaelson daughter x Esther (+ Tatia & Elijah)
Warnings: none
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Esther has adored you since you were born. You're Elijah and Tatia's daughter. She loves spending time with you and always offers to look after you when your parents can't.
You're a firstborn Mikaelson witch, so to make sure her sister, your great aunt, never found you, she cast a cloaking spell on you so no witch can ever track you. From a young age, basically, since you could walk, Esther has been teaching you about magic, with her son and stepdaughter's permission of course.
You're now five and you love spending time with your grandmother, or 'Amma' as you call her.
She brings you to the small meadow by the falls. There are flowers and long grass everywhere. She shows you how to create new flowers blossom and how to create wind to sway the grass, tackling your fingers.
"Amma, look" You patter over to her. "What is it, darling?" She softly smiles at your excitement. You open your enclosed small hands and a vibrant yellow butterfly is sitting in them, peacefully.
"Wow, it's beautiful, isn't it?" she runs her fingers gently down one of its wings. "Ahuh" you nod your head.
After a couple moments, the butterfly flies away into the forest. You go over one of the beds of flowers and start picking some of them. While you do so, Esther sits down on one of the big rocks and watches as you have fun.
"Mama!" you run over to Tatia who's sitting next to Elijah and Rebekah. Esther is behind you, nodding at her son, before going into the hut where Ayanna is waiting for her.
"Hey, baby, did you and Amma have fun" She lifts you into her lap. "Mhm," You nod your head.
"I made this for you" You hand her the flower crown you made that has been in your hand.
"Oh, it's lovely, sweetie, thank you" She kisses your forehead. "How about your father puts it on your Mama," Rebekah tells you, making you nod in agreement.
Elijah takes the flower crown in his hands. He places it atop Tatia's curly hair on her head. "You look beautiful," Elijah says, kissing her. Which gets a gross reaction from you and Rebekah.
"Okay, okay, there's a child here, have some decency" Rebekah scolds her older brother and stepsister. She takes you into her arms and you lay your head on her shoulder.
"You wanna go see Amma" She stands up. "Yeah!" You exclaim. She brings you back into the hut, leaving your parents to theirselves.
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actiniumwrites · 8 months
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐘
synopsis: you and kaveh were best friends for years, studying together at the akademiya and working side by side as established architects. after the devastating incident at the palace of alcazarzaray that leads to a harsh falling out, neither of you have seen each other for years. it isn’t until one day, when a multi-millionaire offers the two of you a job that could flip your lives around, that you’re forced to reconcile and maybe even become something more
characters: kaveh x gn! reader
wc: 10k
warnings: angst, fluff, ex best friends to lovers, arguments, drinking, mentions of vomiting and blacking out, mentions of being drunk/ tipsy/ alcohol in general (nothing major), swearing, inaccurate and unrealistic depictions of architecture, probably general writing errors (since this is 10k words and i’m not proofreading it three times)
notes: um so basically i got this idea one day when i was staring at the genshin map and then suddenly an entire plot just entered my brain. and y’all know i love writing fics that somehow shove the reader into the lore and then have a super angsty dynamic with one of the characters 💀 anyway, this somehow ended up being like 10k words and took me 3-4 months to finish, but i told myself i had to finish it before fontaine came out, so here it is!
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“Delivery!”
The sound of beads being pushed aside and footsteps padding against the wood floors alert you quickly. Your head rises from the arm it was leaning on to meet the face of the mailman who never failed to show up weekly with a smile on his face. It’s friday and it’s dark out, the moon peers through the window, but this happens every week. Same day, same time. Always the last delivery. Always at 8 PM sharp.
Your hand reaches to the left to dip the pen you’re holding into the black liquid in the tiny pot by your elbow. Without hesitation, you’re signing off on the sheet of paper he’s given you. When you return it, you find him giving you a smile and placing the boxes and a few neatly stacked envelopes on the counter. He walks out soon after and you call out to him, “Thanks for stopping by!”
But as soon as he’s out of your eyesight, the smile on your face drops back into the bored expression it was in before he entered your shop. A sigh escapes you as you carelessly sort through the mail, tossing the boxes to the side to look through later, already knowing it was just shipments of product for your tiny store. If you were being honest, you were ready to just set all of it to the side and head home for the night, but you carried on. Dark bags and gentle creases made theirselves at home around your eyes as you stared down at the envelopes. A deep exhale falls from your mouth as you tear each and every one of them open to look at their contents. Most of it is nothing new, aside from the very last one that has bright red peeking through the paper.
EVICTION NOTICE
“Fuck,” you angrily mutter to yourself, “this better be some sort of sick joke.” But it becomes very apparent it isn’t a joke as your eyes scan over it. There’s a burning sensation behind them when you finish reading it. It lands harshly against the counter when you slam it down, crumpling a bit at the middle. You knew you were barely making ends meet, but this? This was a whole new level. The house you had been renting was small. It barely even fit you and the little things you had left after selling most of it off. The rent was cheaper and the place wasn’t great, but it worked. If you were being evicted from this, where were you supposed to go now?
The shop you had was too small and wasn’t safe for sleeping in anyway. The thought of crashing at one of your friend’s place crosses your mind, but having to rely on them sounds less than appealing. Besides, many of them would be far too inconvenient. Tighnari had been a long time friend of yours, but he lived too far from the city which meant you wouldn’t be able to get to work on time. Same with Candace, or even Dehya, who resided in the desert. Of course, there was Nilou who was always wiling to offer you help, but you know her place isn’t big enough for two people and she needed her space for dancing. Then there was Alhaitham. That option was an absolute no for many reasons, but mainly because of the fact that he lives with your ex-best friend who was the entire reason you were in this mess.
“Ahem,” someone awkwardly clears their throat in front of you.
You jump back and away from the counter where the cursed piece of paper sat. The notice had completely distracted you from the fact that someone had walked in. Noticing you had knocked down an envelope in your sudden retreat, you reach down to pick it up while addressing the person, “I apologize, but we’re closing in around two minutes. I’m afraid you’ll have to come back tomor—“
Your sentence falls short as you rise from the floor. Red eyes stare back at yours, one of the prettiest shades of red you have ever seen. You could never forget those eyes.
Speak of the Devil.
The blood in your body runs cold when reality finally smacks you in the face, “Why are you here, Kaveh.”
It’s less of a question and more of a demand. You watch as his brows furrow and you can’t help but wonder if he was expecting you to be friendly with him. If he was, it wouldn’t surprise you. Kaveh was always like that — trying to see the best in people no matter the situation.
“It’s…uh, it’s been awhile,” he stumbles over his words awkwardly. It’s unlike him, you think. From what you can remember of him, he never really stuttered or mumbled unless he was drunk. Loud and clear was always more of his thing. He wanted to make sure he was known. Maybe he changed, but for the sake of his own good, you really wish he hasn’t.
“Yeah, it has,” you purse your lips as you turn around and take the boxes the delivery man had brought to the tiny back room of the shop. Earlier you decided you would deal with them tomorrow, but honestly, you’d rather deal with them right now than with your ex-best friend, “I won’t ask again. Why are you here?”
Kaveh clears his throat and averts his eyes. You watch as his hands begin to interlock and fiddle with each other. His weight keeps shifting from one side to another as he speaks, “I need your help.”
You look at him incredulously and scoff, “No.”
“What? You haven’t even heard what I have to say yet!”
“I said no,” you stand firmly, furrowing your brows at him as you gesture to the shop around you, “Don’t you see what my life has become? I don’t care what you want or need help with, I’m not helping you.”
Kaveh glances around at all the little shelves. There’s a bunch of tiny models and little figurines, things he assumes you designed yourself. You were always talented at that sort of stuff. He preferred the flat blueprints while you had a knack for creating 3D models filled with details like no other. It was no wonder you had used that ability to your advantage.
He notices how small it is. There’s other vendors around your shop, he noticed them as he came in. They all had bigger shops with more shelves and more room, better organization even. He liked yours though. As much as Kaveh enjoyed extravagance, the warm home vibe your store gave outmatched the others. It reminded him so much of the way you made him feel back then. Even so, he can’t help but see what you were talking about. This store isn’t what your talent should be wasted on when you were destined for far more. Both of you were. Yet here you are, both barely scraping by.
“I know and I don’t really have the right to be asking you for this, but will you please just hear me out first?” He begs with desperation in his eyes. You sigh and look off to the side before giving him a slight nod, a gesture for him to continue on.
“There’s a man named Zakai, a multi-millionaire businessman here in Sumeru who’s looking to have a custom mansion made for himself and his pregnant wife,” he explains. It’s beginning to sound all too familiar far too quickly and you can feel your willingness to let him explain slipping away from you.
“Kaveh.”
“Just listen, okay. He sought me out but wanted you too. Said something about admiring our work on the Palace of Alcazarzaray and he wants something similar but smaller with a different look.”
“Are you joking? No. There’s no way,” you refuse, waving your hands in the air as you shake your head.
Kaveh continues to plead his case though, “He’s not like Dori, I swear! He actually has empathy and his request is a lot more reasonable. Besides, there’s a lot of money involved in this. Even split between us. It would cover the debt we owe. Guaranteed.”
“You’re empathetic, Kaveh, and you’re a perfectionist. Millionaires don’t care about us. Can’t you see where this is heading? I don’t know about you, but I am not very fond of the fact that I’m wasting my life away trying to work off an insane amount of debt. What happens if another mistake occurs in the process? Hm? Our lives will be ruined ten times more than they were last time and I’m not willing to take that risk.”
“Ten times worse? Really?” He exasperatedly scoffs, throwing his hands up in the air dramatic as ever, “Of course I hate how I live right now. I mean, c’mon! Honestly, who wouldn’t? But you and I both know we don’t really have anything left. Take a look around you and tell me you wouldn’t take the chance to get out of this mess.”
The glare you’re sending him is icy cold, Kaveh falters a bit under it, but you both know he’s right. There’s a plate full of money right in front of your face and you’re so close to being able to call it yours, and yet you’re denying it? A life without debt is nothing but a dream to you at this point, one you’ve had nightly since you watched all your money slide away from you and down into Dori’s mischievous little hands.
Kaveh tests the waters when he speaks again after the brief silence, “You’re the only other architect in Sumeru that is capable of working on this job. You saw what we accomplished on the palace. We can do it again, no mistakes this time. And if it does happen…then I’ll take the fall for it. I’ll take the fall for all of it.”
Your brows furrow and you sigh for what felt like the thousandth time. The small part of you that was his best friend from all those years ago reaches out to him, “You know I can’t accept that, Kaveh. We may not be friends anymore, but I’m not going to watch you destroy yourself all over again if something goes wrong.”
“Please,” he pleads, entirely brushing off your words, “I’m doing this for the both of us. If you want out at any point, then we’ll back out together. Just…consider the offer, okay?”
The red from the letter catches your eye again and something suddenly feels like it’s pulling at your heart. An eviction notice followed by a job offer promising wealth feels like one big coincidence, but it’s not one you can ignore. You really didn’t have anything left now — aside from the tiny store you had going. And if this does turn out to be a success, your life would be entirely back on track to what it was all those years ago. You could live freely again.
One more glance at Kaveh finalizes your decision.
“I’ll do it.”
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The next few times you meet with Kaveh seem to bleed well into the night. Blueprints are scattered across the floor of your shop during the after hours, a closed sign out front. Your legs are crossed over one another and your head rests atop your hand. Kaveh is standing up, muttering words you can’t quite make out.
“No…that won’t do, but…well? Dark wood? Ugh…wait! No, nevermind,” he paces back and forth, sifting through papers in his hands.
You place the outline you were looking at on the floor and glare at him coldly, “Can you stop? I can’t focus.”
Kaveh sighs and sets down the blueprints he was holding in his hand, “Sorry, I just can’t make up my mind.”
“Clearly,” you mutter.
“Here,” he picks up a pile of sketches off the table and hands them to you, “What do you think of the wood choices on these? Oh, and the color of the paint we’d use on the outside.”
Your eyes inspect them carefully as you flip through each one. They’re all relatively the same aside from a few of them. The ones that stand out the most to you are the simple ones. They’re darker and more elegant looking, exactly what this guy seemed to want. On the other hand, the rest of them are more flashy and had an air to them you couldn’t seem to take a liking to.
You slide him two of the papers, side by side and tap each of them simultaneously, “These two. They’re cost effective and fit what he wants. I say we go this route, but maybe with some slight changes.”
“What? No! Those should’ve been scrapped,” Kaveh’s eyes widen at your choice. He scrambles to grab the papers back but you slam your hand down on them before he can.
You squint your eyes, “What do you mean? These practically check everything off his list. How are we going to deny the client what he wants?”
Kaveh groans and a hand slides down his face, “These don’t even look rich. It barely screams money at all! We’re making a house for a rich man and you want to do something this simple?”
“Yes! This is literally what he wants! And it does look rich. Just because something isn’t bursting with color and fancy embellishments everywhere does not mean it doesn’t have opulence to it!”
Kaveh’s face visibly falls at your response and he can’t help but be reminded of all those years ago when you were still friends. Sure you still argued then, but it wasn’t like now. You weren’t hostile toward him and he could stand to make some changes based on your suggestions. But now, it felt like everything was going in one ear and out the other.
“What if we compromise?” he asks regretfully, not willing to give up what he wants, but still wanting to get this job done. Contrary to his cynical and provocative roommate, arguing was not something Kaveh enjoyed, and Kaveh didn’t want to strain your relationship any more than it already was.
You hesitantly nod and point to each of the sketches, “Okay, which parts?”
“Keep it extravagant, use cheaper materials?”
“No, I just said that isn’t what Mr. Zakai wants.”
“Well then what are we supposed to do?”
You roll your eyes when he isn’t looking. Sometimes it felt like you were arguing with a child.
“Simple. Choose the more plain design and maybe add a few more embellishments, while keeping it cost effective.”
Kaveh inwardly groans, but stops himself from saying anything else. He thinks for a moment, going back and forth between different ideas in his head. There’s a temptation to just grab the sketches and run off with them, leave you in the dust and forget all about your past with each other. It’s the same part of him that sits on his shoulder, whispering in his ear that maybe, just maybe, all of this is a mistake.
The other part yearns. It’s something he can’t help as he stares down at the sketches, but really, he’s looking at you from his peripheral vision. He misses the way things were when you were best friends. When you would laugh for hours on end with each other, talk about the big mansions you would build for each other some day, and the lives you were going to have. All of those visions, every thought he used to have, they all included you.
Kaveh doesn’t remember when things got so bad between you. Yes he knows the exact date, the time, the place it all went down. But when did you start really hating each other? When did your smile begin to fade into a frown whenever he showed up? And when did he start feeling a painful ache in his chest whenever your name was mentioned?
Why do things have to be the way they are?
Kaveh shuts the door in the temptation’s face. He wasn’t going to run from you or shove everything aside like he normally would. If he was granted any wish in the world, it wouldn’t be to get rid of his debt or become the richest man in the world. Because Kaveh would let himself he the poorest man in the world if it meant he could be with you again.
Mr. Zakai had come to him with an opportunity of wealth and opulence. It would make them one in the same if he could play his cards right. Wipe away his debt and his past. He could be free again. But more than that, Kaveh would have you back.
And as his ruby red eyes catch yours once more, he realizes there is nothing more that he wants than you.
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“Wow, I mean, Archons. This design is just unbelievable.”
Your eyes widen ever so slightly, not quite sure if you should be scared or relieved. Mr. Zakai’s tone doesn’t give away what he’s feeling, and you’re terrified. Kaveh swears he can feel you shaking next to him in anticipation…or maybe it was the anxiety. He glances once your way and then back to Mr. Zakai before glancing at you again and awkwardly laughing, “Ahaha, I hope that’s a, uh, good ‘unbelievable?’”
Mr. Zakai throws his hands in the air and laughs brightly, “Yes, yes! Of course! This design is utterly beautiful. It’s like you took the picture from my mind and captured it right onto a piece of paper.”
Both of you sigh of relief simultaneously, clutching a hand over your hearts, but smiling nonetheless. “That’s wonderful to hear,” you say and gesture to the open land behind you that has long since been designated as the construction site for his home, “If you’d like, we can get to building as soon as possible. We already have a team prepared and everything. Just say the word.”
“Let us begin!” he cheers.
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Beginning to build the actual mansion was like a dream come true for an architect. The smoothness at which everything was running was beyond belief for the both of you. All of the materials had been safely delivered with care, and although they weren’t the best of the best, they without a doubt exceeded Kaveh’s expectations. Alongside that, the plot of land being used was absolutely beautiful and the perfect place for a home.
It was a perfect distance from the main city, nothing too arduous to travel to. There was a beautiful lake nearby that was adorned with various flowers, fish, and fruit trees surrounding it. And the best part, there weren’t any cliffs or waterfalls nearby. No signs of a withering zone either. It was something Kaveh had specifically checked for before accepting the job, terrified of having a repeat of the entire incident that put you both in this mess.
It had only taken around a week and a half for the skeleton of the mansion to be built. But already, it was turning out wonderfully. Thanks to the team both of you had and your newfound ability to compromise with one another, both of your guys’ morale had been boosted immensely. Things were finally beginning to look up.
“It’s beautiful,” you whisper in awe, staring at the team working on the house just feet away from you. Kaveh stands next to you, clipboard in hand and a pen eagerly scribbling away at the paper on it.
His eyes look up from the papers he was shuffling through to glance at the house and then glance back at you, “It really is, huh? I’m glad we were able to compromise on the final design. I think it’s turning out really great.”
“And to think you wanted all those embellishments,” you laugh as you reminisce.
Kaveh scoffs and leans into your shoulder with his, “Shut up. Sometimes the blueprint version isn’t a good representation of the final product. How was I supposed to know your ideas would look so good?”
“Oh? What was that?” you cup your hand around your ear and smirk, leaning into him, “Is that you finally admitting my ideas are better than yours?”
“Hey! That is not what I said.”
“I think it is. Just admit it, my dear friend, I have always been the better architect.”
My dear…friend?
Kaveh stops in his place, blinking at your words. He breathes out and looks to the ground. He isn’t sure what you mean. Perhaps it was a slip up or just a joke, but he chooses not to take it seriously in order to protect his feelings. So he teases you, ignoring the slight ache in his heart, “Oh, so now we’re friends again?”
“Ugh, please. I couldn’t be friends with an architect that isn’t on my level,” you jest. It was indeed a slip up on your end, and you realized it the moment you said it, but like Kaveh, you knew it would be better to just brush it off. Push it aside along with any other newfound positive feelings you had toward your old friend.
“Pft, yeah right,” he rolls his eyes and turns away from you again. You both begin walking toward the house, ready to tell everyone that it’s time to pack it up for the night. The sun would be completely set in about an hour and you knew they all had families to get back to. Besides, both of you were tired and you weren’t even the ones building the damn thing. You couldn’t imagine how tired they were if you were already feeling exhausted.
Footsteps dragging against the gravel alerts the crew of your presence and they all realize what time it is. Several of them hop down from the upper layers while the rest of them begin picking up their things from the ground floor. Many of them already begin to bid one another a “goodnight,” and “get home safely.”
“Great work today, guys!” you excitedly call out to them.
Kaveh smiles a bit and joins you, clapping his hands together as he reminds them, “Please go home and get some rest. We have a busy rest of the week from here on out! We’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
Before either of you can walk away, one of the girls that was working on the building rushes up to you both, “Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to let you guys know about the progress.”
You recognize her as one of the leaders for the construction crew when you turn around. She was in charge of the more specific areas of progress when it came to the actual building aspect, while you and Kaveh had oversight on the entire thing.
“Oh?” Kaveh confusedly asks, unsure of what she had to share, “What about it? Is something the matter?”
“No, no! Nothing bad. I just wanted to let you know that at this rate, the house should be completed within three months. We’re making an exponentially great amount of progress, especially with the wonderful crew we have working on it. You guys should be proud of yourselves,” she smiles.
You and Kaveh quickly turn and high-five each other, pleased with what she was saying. But as quick as it came, it was gone. Simultaneously, you clear your throats and take a step back from one another.
“Ahem, I um — thank you! That means a lot,” you say through a strained smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Kaveh doesn’t say anything.
Instantly, the girl can feel the awkward tension in the air and takes a step back herself.
“Of course, I’ll uh, be going now. Have a goodnight!”
When she walks off, Kaveh turns back to you hesitantly, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”
“Let’s just pretend that never happened, yeah?”
He hums in agreement and starts to walk alongside you, “But, hey, I was thinking. She is right, you know? We should be proud of our progress so far. Maybe we could go to the tavern tonight? But only if you want, of course!”
You pause, but nod slowly, “Yeah…yeah okay. We can do that.”
“Really?” Kaveh tilts his head to the side, not quite believing you.
“Sure,” you shrug, not thinking too much into it, “Let’s go.”
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You could feel the alcohol running through your system as you spoke, laughing along with some stupid story you were telling. Kaveh and you had been at the tavern for nearly two hours and it had long since been dark outside. You didn’t even get the chance to change out of your work clothes before getting there.
It didn’t take long for either of you to find a glass of alcohol sitting in front of you alongside a bunch of different dishes. Although neither of you really had the money to spending like this, it was a congratulatory meal and you couldn’t help but splurge a little.
“I know! Oh my god,” you slur a bit, “Do you…do you remember that time that one guy in our class plagiarized his entire project all the way down to the 3-D model? What was his name again? Bahar? No, that wasn’t it…”
“Oh, Baharak!” Kaveh exclaims, jumping from his seat a little and pointing at you before sitting back down. Leaning against his seat, he lets out a nostalgic sigh, “Archons, how could I forget that guy?”
“Baharak, yeah! Man, I can’t believe he really thought he wouldn’t get expelled for that,” you say and take another sip of your drink.
Kaveh hums in agreement and takes another bite of his food, “Wait, do you remember that professor we had? The one that took my library book away?”
“Really? You’ll have to refresh my memory again,” you say, struggling to connect memories together. Neither of you were drunk, but you were sure as hell getting there. Lambad already had to tell both of you to ease up on the drinks, aware that you both had work the next day. But truly, he just didn’t want you making a ruckus in his tavern again.
It had been years since you both visited together, but he could never forget the messes you made when you were both students at the Akademiya. The days where you would drink until you blacked or vomited, the nights spent drunk crying over bad grades or shitty professors, or the time you accidentally fell asleep on the bathroom floor and he didn’t realize until after closing because Kaveh was too drunk to realize you even left. It was safe to say that you weren’t his favorite customers, despite being fully grown adults now. Lambad was not willing to have repeats of any of those incidents.
It continues on for another hour or so, just sharing stupid stories from the past and what your friendship used to be like. It almost feels as though you are friends again, even if it’s just for a brief moment.
Your smile is wide when you’re talking to him and your laugh isn’t some fake laugh that you always use when someone comes into your store or when you’re talking to literally anyone else. Your legs are bumping into his under the table too, contrary to a few years ago when he was much shorter. It’s weird, you think, how much everything has changed.
It’s not until someone at a table nearby makes a comment about you two that you really digest just how weird it all is.
“Look at that cute couple over there,” they say in awe from somewhere behind you, “Don’t you miss when we used to be like that?”
Within seconds you feel sobered up. It almost embarrasses you how one much one small comment could have an effect on you. Your heart drops into your stomach and your laughter fades out. This isn’t right, you think. You can laugh and drink all you want, but it doesn’t change what happened all those years ago. It doesn’t change the incident or the things Kaveh said to you that night or the things you said to him. It doesn’t change how hard you cried and how your life suddenly went from being on a high to dropping to the lowest you’ve ever been. You can barely survive day to day because of that day…because of him.
No. It doesn’t change anything at all.
You stand up abruptly and grab your bag, slamming some mora onto the table and glancing around hurriedly before beginning to walk out on him. Kaveh stands up too and goes to reach for your arm, but you pull away before he can make contact with it, “Hey, what’s wrong? Where are you going?”
“I can’t do this,” you mumble to yourself, rushing away out of fear.
“Can’t do what?” Kaveh’s eyes are bursting with confusion and terrified that he may have done something wrong. Something to upset you. But you’re already out of the building before he can get an answer.
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It had been about a week before you saw each other again. Luckily for you, it wasn’t required that you were at the build site as long as one of you was there. And with Kaveh’s naturally perfectionistic personality, you knew you weren’t needed there. He was also smart enough to not coming looking for you either after everything that had occurred not only earlier that week, but in the years prior. There was a reason you got along so well before everything came crashing down.
No one knew you guys like you knew each other. There was no doubt about that.
The time you had been gone in the past week was spent running your store, something you had been neglecting anyway. Despite it not being the most successful business ever, it was something and you still had customers to take care of.
Today had been rather slow, being a Thursday and all. Most people were out working their other jobs and kids were in school, so there weren’t really many people to be out shopping anyway.
Aggressive footsteps catch your attention, but you don’t bother to look up at whoever had just entered, figuring it was probably some elderly guy again there to scold you like the one last week.
“Welcome in, I’ll be with you in a moment,” you call out from your spot at the counter, signing away at some documents for the store. The footsteps don’t stop and look around, however. Instead, they march right up the counter and slam your binder shut.
“Is this seriously what you’ve been doing? I get it I may have pissed you off or whatever at Lambad’s earlier this week, but leaving me at the site like that is just shallow,” a familiar voice scolds you. You look up to see Kaveh seething. Although, the longer you look in his eyes, the more you see he’s less angry and more terrified. Of what? You’re unsure.
For a moment, you have the urge to extend a hand out to him and ask him what’s wrong, but you catch yourself before you can. Besides, it would defeat the entire purpose of you being at your store instead of the mansion. Instead you scoff, regaining your anger for him, “Okay? It’s not like you really needed me there this week. All the crew is doing is just finishing the skeleton. Stop acting like something bad happened or whatever.”
Kaveh purses his lips and leans closer to you, leveling his eyes with yours. The seriousness in them is unmistakable and it shakes you a bit. You haven’t seen him like that since…well, since that day. “That’s the thing…something did happen. I came here to tell you abo—”
“What?” You cut him off, eyes widening.
“Stop,” he hushes you angrily, “Please for the love of God just listen for once. Something happened to Zakai’s wife. I came here to tell you that we need to meet with him today because it’s urgent and I barely know what’s going on myself. So please, just put our differences aside and come with me.”
Your lips shut themselves before they can speak again. There’s shock in your eyes at his slight outburst, but you gulp and nod at him. Picking up the binder from earlier, you slide it under the counter in one of the locked drawers before walking around to the other side where Kaveh stands. A quick glance around and you’re walking out of the store. Without hesitation, you flip the sign that reads open to the side that reads closed.
And although you weren’t the firmest believer in the Gods or any part of Celestia, you bowed your head and prayed to the Dendro Archon that this wasn’t what you thought it was.
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Your leg bounces in anticipation as you sit next to Kaveh at the Cafe. It’s dark out, and there aren’t a lot of people around which you’re grateful for. There was a certain nervousness in the air and you weren’t ready to find out where it was going to take you.
“Thank you for meeting with me,” Mr. Zakai says sadly and sits down, sliding you both a mug with what you presume is tea. Kaveh thanks him and bumps his knee with yours from next to you.
You fall out of your thoughts and clear your throat, “Oh, uh, yeah. Of course.”
He looks down at his lap solemnly, seemingly speechless. You turn to Kaveh who’s sitting on your right and frown at him. Kaveh returns the expression but nods his head, wordlessly telling you to just wait and see. You nod back and turn to sip at your tea.
Mr. Zakai’s voice is shaky when he speaks again moments later, “I…I don’t know where to begin. I suppose I should just get to the point so I don’t waste your time.”
You both wait in silence, urging him to continue. Practically waiting on the edge of your seats at this point.
“I have to suspend the project.”
You swear you can feel your heart drop into your stomach as you breathlessly whisper a tiny, “What?”
Kaveh turns to you quickly to gauge your reaction before turning back and swallowing deeply, “I’m sorry, could you please explain what’s going on here? I mean, c’mon, we barely started this thing and now you’re backing out?”
He waves his hands in the air and coughs, “No, no! I…I’m not backing out, dear God, no. I just, I need to wait a bit. It’s my wife, she’s with a family doctor. You see, she’s pregnant and there’s been some terrible complications. I’m afraid she’s fallen ill and I can’t afford to be spending my time building some mansion when she needs me.”
“How long?” you ask firmly, “How long are you suspending this?”
“I don’t know, I’m sorry,” he regretfully apologizes.
Kaveh tries to stay calm but you can feel him shaking next to you. His hands shakily put down the tea cup and he shuts his eyes while he speaks, almost like this is just one big nightmare that he can’t wake up from, “What does this mean for us? The crew? The materials we bought?”
Zakai stutters and sighs over and over again before he can get anything out, “I promise I will pay you…eventually. I have medical bills to pay and for now, I can’t pay either of you.”
“So what? You’re just leaving us then?!” You push him further.
“I’m sorry, really, I am,” he stands up and backs away slowly, “I need to go visit my wife. We’ll chat again soon.”
Hurriedly, he rushes off before either of you get the chance to go after him. Your breathing is heavy and labored, but neither of you move from your seats. There’s a lump in your throat, one you’re desperately trying to push down as you whisper, “I should have never agreed to this.”
“Hey, it’s not over yet,” Kaveh tries to reason as he places a hand on your shoulder. You shrug him off and stand up, shaking your head as you turn around to walk away.
Kaveh quickly springs from his seat and rushes to catch up with you. He pleads with you desperately, “I didn’t know this was going to happen, I swear. This is all my fault.”
“Yeah, it is,” you spat at him, stopping in your tracks and turning to him, “That’s the problem with you, Kaveh. Wherever you go, bad luck just seems to follow. I should’ve known better, honestly. You’d think after all these years I would’ve been smarter. And now…now my life is even more ruined than it was before. Thanks a lot.”
“You know what? No. You agreed to this, so you don’t get to treat me like dirt on your shoe just because something went wrong. Don’t you realize my life is just as ruined as yours is? You’re not the only one with problems!” He yells suddenly, taking a step forward toward you. A few people stop and stare but quickly keep moving when you turn and glare at them.
“My life was ruined in seconds!” You dig your pointer finger into his chest as you match his volume.
“Yeah? Well so was mine! You’re not the only one who’s been suffering all this time.”
Silence washes over both of you. You take a step back from him and remove your hand from his chest hesitantly, angry tears beginning to sting your eyes. Kaveh feels the same prickliness too, a dull ache in his chest as he stands before you. This wasn’t what either of you wanted deep down, and you realize that as you turn and walk away from him again.
There were so many moments of failure in Kaveh’s life, but you had an equal share as well. Yet, for some reason, neither of you realized the other was hurting just as much. Perhaps, like Kaveh, the real reason you accepted the project was so you could rekindle your friendship, bring back a relationship you missed dearly.
You look up at the moon as you walk away, leaving him somewhere behind you where you don’t care to look back to. And as you stare at its presence in the sky, you can’t help but feel like it was just like you and him. He was the sun, and you were the moon. Beautiful in their own ways, but bound by fate to never exist at the same time. Never to coexist.
Maybe this time, the tiny thread that still connected you had finally tethered for good.
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The day it all happened was both blurry and clear in your memories.
That day.
Everything seemed to irk you from the moment you awoke that morning. The sheets on your bed weren’t quite placed right. The temperature in your house was miserably warm, even worse, humid after you accidentally left your window open the night before. The ingredients you had planned on using for your favorite breakfast had miraculously grown mold overnight. Not to mention, you were already late five minutes to the build site and everyone knew how particular Dori was about being punctual.
The clouds were a depressing gray from what you could remember. The rain was normally one of your favorite things. After all, you chose to live in the rainforest for a reason. But that day, the gloomy sight stirred a sense of anger in you that was impossible to shake.
You could remember the way Kaveh was avoiding you in the weeks leading up to it all. It was justified in your eyes because well, you were avoiding him too. Neither of you seemed to be able to stand the constant arguments that would break out between you. Most of them were pointless too — small things that could be resolved without a bunch of yelling and insults. Yet, every time you looked at him, every time he spoke, every time he even breathed, you felt anger seep into your blood.
At that point, the both of you had worked on several projects together. Houses, libraries, stores, gardens, you name it. The Palace of Alcazarzaray was the first real project you had both worked on. It was big, flashy, and was going to make a statement about your capabilities to all of Sumeru. Fame and riches were plastered all over the opportunity. The magnum opus of both of your careers.
It was this very reason that you both fought so often. There was so much to plan. So much to work on. At first, things had gone well considering you were both great friends — the best of friends, even. Any outsider or non-architect would probably make the naive assumption that, if anything, it would bring you even closer together. But with so much pressure, the opposite happened and you grew apart. The conflict was too much to handle on either side and you couldn’t keep up with it. Neither of you could.
The rain was bothersome when it started.
It started with a few drops here and there. You could remember hastily wiping them from your hands and face before peering up at the sky with a frown. Within a mere few seconds, the sprinkling rain became aggressive and thunderous. Lightning flashed in your eyes as the afternoon sky faded from a light gray to a deep blue and black.
It was hard to hear the yelling of all the crew members over the rumbling of the thunder overhead. The water below the structure began to thrash rapidly and the cliffs had a slight shake to them. Up until that part, everything was clear to you.
Then the rain was in your eyes and your breathing was heavy as you aimlessly ran around. Eventually, everyone had evacuated the site to a nearby area. Everything had happened so fast you couldn’t even remember how you ended up there, wrapped in a blanket and shivering in the corner of a small tent with a few other people. Soon after, everyone got sent home for the afternoon in a bad mood.
It wasn’t until hours later that a majority of the crew had returned. Your heart dropped within the first few steps you took as the palace came into sight. What had once been turning out to be a luxurious palace was crumbled down into nothing but ruins. Forest Rangers surrounded the place, evaluating it and dragging some equipment away. As soon as Tighnari spotted you, he jogged over to you, carefully explaining what happened.
After the rain, the withering made its way to the house and destroyed just about everything. Within hours, everything you had been working toward for months vanished out of thin air. Kaveh had been walking up to the both of you when the news was relayed to you. What he overheard stopped him in his tracks, allowing him to fall to his knees in anger, frustration, but most importantly, denial. Part of him could process it, while the other part wished he could wake up from whatever nightmare he seemed to be having.
If there was one thing you could remember better than anything else, it was the silence that followed. Everyone dispersed from the area with crest fallen expressions making their way home to their families for the second time that night. You and Kaveh stayed behind, sitting quietly within the ruins on your knees, surrounded by rubble, praying for a miracle from the Dendro Archon.
Tears fell silently down both of your faces as he leaned against your shoulder, arms wrapped carelessly around your abdomen. You had no energy to return the action, and so you sat there in the still silence without so much as a sniffle. Your head was bowed to your chest, unable to look at the place anymore in fear of breaking down in a way that seemed worse than the way the palace had broken.
Both of your tears’ had dried with the morning sun. There was a pounding in your head as Kaveh dragged you back to his house to collect his savings and prepare to sell his house. You had done the same after making a hesitant agreement with him. A tingling sensation covered your body as your chest and stomach ached. Anxiety was written all over your face and you couldn’t help but feel regret over your actions. There was no other way out, you thought.
The arguments hadn’t stopped even after everything had been settled with the money and the plans to rebuild the palace came into fruition. You still had a hard time being around him and he felt the same way. Despite that small moment of desperation where he clung to you in the ruins, there wasn’t much left of your friendship by the end.
Ultimately, one thing led to another and a snap happened. Kaveh was the one to snap first, turning around on you one day and just hurling insult after insult. You followed suite, not backing down for the sake of your dignity. And at that moment, you just wanted to make each other hurt. There was nothing more to it. No real reason to be arguing anymore — not even over small trivial things like misplaced blueprints or an empty paint can being knocked over. It was pure hatred at its finest.
Coincidentally, that was the last day you ever saw each other. You both unknowingly felt bad about hurting each other like that. You were supposed to be best friends afterall. Some part of you even wanted to be more. Not that he ever knew that, though. There was a time in which you tried to apologize, but the residual anger that burned in your heart prevented you from ever seeking him out.
And so, everything you had come to know of him ceased at once. Kaveh was no longer part of your life and you were no longer part of his. The Palace of Alcazarzaray was finished by the crew and anytime either of you ever had to meet with Dori it was always separate. For years, you hadn’t even caught so much as a glance of him.
There was nothing left. Absolutely nothing.
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Three weeks had passed since Zakai had reached out to either of you. History seemed to be repeating itself with you and Kaveh as well, seeing as neither of you had crossed paths at all within that time.
You were back to quietly running your tiny little store. There was only a week left until your eviction went into effect. The few things you had in your house had been moved into a small section in the back of your store where you had settled to live temporarily. There wasn’t much room and it wasn’t the safest, but you would find a way to make it work for the time being.
“Um, hi,” a timid voice squeaks out, catching you off guard, “I have an urgent delivery. Could you please confirm your name on the envelope?”
Your eyes lift from the paper they’re staring at blankly. Your brows furrow and you nod at the young boy who didn’t look to be older than fifteen. “Do you know what this is about?” You ask him as you turn to find a letter opener from behind you.
“Not exactly. It’s from my uncle Zakai, you know him right?”
“Yeah, something like that. Thanks,” you mumble. He hums before awkwardly walking out of your shop. When he’s gone, you eagerly cut open the pristine envelope to find a paper inside. It’s a letter, you realize as you begin to read it. It’s addressed to both you and Kaveh, so you assume he must’ve received one as well.
Inside the letter details a meeting at a specific time and place. It’s the build site, later this afternoon at three o’clock. Most of it is just jumbled up, redundant apologies that you can’t resist your eyes from rolling at, but the end of the letter catches your eye. Moving back up a few sentences you had scanned over, you reread it carefully.
“He wants to start the project back up?” You ask to no one but yourself. The letter falls from your hand onto the counter and you stare out at your shop in contemplation. On one hand, you could return to the project and see it through. Maybe hope nothing bad happens again. On the other, you could ditch the whole thing out of fear that history could repeat itself for a third time. It would mean you could avoid seeing Kaveh again. Because, as you angrily spat at him before, bad luck seemed to follow him wherever he went. You were far too scared of what the outcome of seeing him again would be.
Minutes later you had your answer as you found yourself flipping the sign outside the shop to closed and locking the doors.
It wasn’t worth it, you realized, being scared of someone who was only scared and sensitive himself. Joining the project again couldn’t hurt you any further than it already had. There was no contractual agreement that would force you to be friendly with Kaveh again either. Perhaps you could work merely as coworkers and nothing more. Speak to him only when you have to and get this job done once and for all.
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“I’m glad to have you back,” Zakai shakes your hand firmly as you fall into step with him.
“Happy to be back,” you lie. Hesitantly, you turn to him and clear your throat, “If you don’t mind me asking, is your wife alright? What made you come back to the project?”
Mr. Zakai sends you a fond smile as he thinks of her, “She’s perfectly fine. Thank you for asking. There were a few complications with the baby, but she made it through and everything is going smoothly now. The baby is actually due in a few weeks. Can you believe it?”
“Not at all,” you smile halfheartedly.
“Anyway,” he says as you reach the site with him, “I came back to the project because I am a man of my word. I said I wasn’t going to drop it, so here I am. Besides, I’m impressed with yours and Kaveh’s work. I truly hope we can finish what we started.”
You nod silently to yourself. Before you or Zakai can say anything else, Kaveh jogs up to you both out of breath, “I’m so sorry I’m late. My annoying roommate took my key again and I couldn’t get back into the house to grab my things, so I had to go track him down and get it back.”
“That’s okay,” Zakai laughs and holds out his hand for Kaveh to shake, “It’s good to see you, Kaveh.”
“You too,” he says before turning to you. Kaveh nods at you silently. Hesitantly, you nod back, averting your eyes quickly.
It doesn’t take long for everything to return to the natural swing of things. The crew was happy to be back and building and Zakai was more than pleased with how close the house was to being completed. Over the next few weeks, everyone works diligently to get it completed.
Day in and day out, neither of you spoke to one another just as you had hoped for. No arguments, no silly jokes, no talking about ideas…nothing. Sometimes it felt a little lonely, even when you were standing right next to each other. There were times where you had seen something on the way to site that you wanted to talk to someone about, rant about your day, whatever. Even when you were still in the period of “hating” each other before Zakai temporarily left the project, both of you still felt more comfortable speaking to each other.
You want to hate him. You really do. But after everything that has happened, after all the emotions you can’t seem to restrain anymore, you’re beginning to wonder if you ever really hated him the way you said you did.
On the final day of the project, it rains again. You aren’t worried this time, however. Not like how you were with the palace. The house was built, inside and out. The only thing left to add was the remainders of Zakai and his wife’s furniture and any other little embellishments he had requested. A pay check was already in the mail for you both, your ticket out of the miserable life you’ve both led for two years.
You’re walking away for the night when footsteps pick up from somewhere behind you. Most of the crew was in front of you chatting away under a ledge shielded from the rain. There’s a hollow feeling in your chest that leaves you feeling dissatisfied with it all as you walk away, no umbrella and shivering furiously under the pouring rain. Eventually, the mysterious person catches up to you and falls into step with you. There was only one person it could have been.
A few weeks ago, you would have swatted him away or sped up so you could get as far away from him as possible. But now, just like that night in the ruins two years ago, you had no energy to push him away anymore. So, silently, you both walk side by side until you reach Sumeru City.
A bolt of lightning landing on the ground a few feet away causes you both to jump back. Thunder follows suite and suddenly the rain turns more into a storm that threatens to flood the city. Icy hail begins to fall not even seconds later, harshly landing against both of your backs as you rush into the city.
Kaveh’s hand gently grabs yours and eagerly drags you away with him. He’s yelling something, but you can’t make out what he’s saying. And before you know it, you’re both sitting in a booth at Lambad’s Tavern soaked and shivering.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers into the air, “We should stay here until the storm dies down. It’s too dangerous outside.”
“Yeah,” you quietly agree and nod quickly, eyes stuck on the table like it was the most interesting thing ever. Kaveh’s looking at you, but you ignore his gaze.
Minutes later, Lambad walks over with a sympathetic expression on his face as he sets down two hot chocolates. He makes some small talk about the storm which both of you indulge him in as you sip on the hot drinks, acting as if nothing was wrong between you. Eventually, he goes to leave but stops to turn back, “I’ll bring out two more on me. Please, stay as long as you need.”
“Thank you,” you both say simultaneously. It goes quiet when he leaves.
For the first time in two years, it feels like the silence is warm and home like. It’s no longer awkward and cold. It reminds you of the time when you were still scholars at the Akademiya, studying late at night at your house in your room. He would sit in your bed while you studied at your desk. There was always something so comforting about it despite the fact that you had to study. Being with him was your favorite thing in the world. And even though it felt like you both had been thrown into the pits of hell with each other, forced against each other over and over again, sitting across from him now felt like none of that had ever happened. For a tiny moment, it felt like you were friends again.
“I never wanted you out of my life,” Kaveh breaks the silence suddenly. Your eyes meet his for the first time that night and they’re brewing with a certain determination, sadness, and anger all at once. You can feel it in yourself too.
“What?” you breathe out. Your brows furrow as you take in what he’s saying, “You never wanted me to leave? But I thought…after everything, I mean. After what we said to each other back then, you didn’t hate me?”
Kaveh frowns and his mouth falls agape as his hands slam against the table dramatically. The words fall out of his mouth before he can stop them, “Hate you? Archons no! How could I hate you when I was in love with you?”
“Wait—you…? You were in love with me?”
His face falls instantly, hands waving in the air, “Shit, I didn’t mean—”
Your eyes glance back and forth between his, desperately searching for any sign of a prank or some sort of sick joke. Fear pangs your heart when you can’t find any, “Kaveh…why didn’t you say anything?”
“You were you and I was me. It never would’ve worked no matter how much I wanted it to,” Kaveh slumps into his seat, scoffing as he forces himself to look away from you, “You know what? Can we please just forget I ever said anything?”
The realization of what all the years you spent together meant hits you hard as you sit across from him. The rain pounding against the windows makes your head pound even harder as you try to make sense of it all. Because, no, this was not some sick joke or some prank. Kaveh was wholeheartedly in love with you at some point and you had no idea.
There were times where you felt the same. Staring at him from across the room, his beautiful blonde hair messily sprawled across your bed as he complained about the project you were working on. The times when he would be going on and on about his passions and you couldn’t help but zone out and just admire him in all his glory. Or when he would bring you food just because he knew you had forgotten to eat again. All the trinkets he would buy you because they reminded him of you. The way he made you feel so loved and cared for. Over the years, you had unknowingly fallen for him too. Kaveh may have only ever been your best friend, but in moments like those, moments where the light hit him just right, you wished he could have been more.
“No.”
“No?”
You lean across the table slightly, forcing him to look at you, “I can’t just ignore that. I can’t pretend you didn’t say it or that you never had feelings for me. I hate to admit it, but Kaveh, I had feelings for you too back then.”
It’s silent for a few moments. You give him the chance to speak, but he doesn’t take it. You take in a deep inhale and hesitantly speak, “I know it’s been a long time — years to be precise. And it pains me to say this, but I’m really happy the project worked out how it did. That opportunity from Zakai gave me more than I could ask for and…I’m glad it brought me back to you.”
“Yeah,” Kaveh scoffs playfully, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, “Only after a painstaking amount of convincing.”
“Oh please, I had every reason to say no to you,” you refute, crossing your arms in defense, “And I wasn’t finished. What I was trying to say, was that, even though it’s been so many years, I don’t know where to go from here. But I…I don’t want us to go back to the way things were.”
Kaveh sighs, “I know. I don’t either. Obviously we both have things we need to work through. But, if you’re willing, I’d like to start over again. Not completely, of course. But I want us to be friends again, maybe one day even more…If you’ll have me, that is.”
“Okay,” you breathe out with a small smile. Although it took years and a painful amount of fighting, tears, and money, you had found each other again. Perhaps you couldn’t love each other now, but the feeling was without a doubt there. The pounding in your hearts and ache for one another was concrete proof of it.
And as Kaveh reaches out and takes your hand again for the first time in two years, he knows he’ll never let you go again.
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ive never made a long post before but listen to me, are you listening? I need you to listen because by the power of interstellar travel the human race can spread sea shanties anywhere we can touch our grubby little space vessels down on.
we already have a sunset of humans least likely to kill each other in a fit of cabin fever: insane people (looking at you Reid Stowe) who don't mind spending so much time at sea, confined to limited spaces and resources, champions of finding anything to do to make the work pass by easier and time pass quicker. and also like, researchers who study the poles because holy shit talk about navigating a landscape that kinda wants you dead. but this is about sea shanties.
humans are lyrical, percussive, rhythmic creatures who would hum a little something the time of their own heart beat if left alone in the silence. you get a bunch of people doing the most monotonous tasks imaginable (until something exciting happens) in the most technologically sophisticated tin can humanity could sling shot at the stars and tell me that haul away joe wouldn't be bouncing up and down the halls. like sure, the context of syncing rowing or pulling ropes or whatever (im not a sailor) would be lost, but we would find shit to serve as percussive punctuation or my name isn't [redacted]
watch me write all this out only for someone to be like "uh yeah, space pirates"
and what would other species fucking think though? "why do they keep fucking singing and why does the singing make them more efficient what the hell they aren't even doing the same fucking things" (give me a second upset we haven't gone deep space diving yet). "does it help you communicate" "kinda" "what does that mean" "captain, maybe it's a way to link to a shared neural field" only to realize that we do it because we don't need our mouths to do maintenance or push buttons or take measurements and it pretty much just means 'you there?' 'yeah man let's get this done'
god I love work songs. engineers and techs moving like one creature, boisterous calls for the wellerman drowning out claxons and panic. clanging pots and pans keeping time while joking about chicken on a raft in the kitchen. scientists, backs bowed over specimens and instruments, hands cramped from typing, humming eagerly for the 2nd mate to strike the bell. fuck, I wanna go to space so bad.
Would it be infectious? after spending time on board the human vessels, would other species find theirselves more prone to humming together as they slog through all the boring bits of space travel? make their own songs or movements to ride time out quicker. god crossing across another musical species and cross breeding our work song would be magical. we take these back home like golden goddamn treasures, and through our similarities we appreciate the others differences.
fuck fuck fuck please send me to space I promise I'll behave I wanna take so much music with me I promise I won't be memetic viral source please please.
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hi lotus, there are so many people who lie about having manifested their desires and it's usually the ones who claim to have manifest things that most people would find to be impossible, does that mean manifesting unrealistic things is impossible?
Who is the creative power in my reality? Well, I AM. I don't need to hear or read other success to believe the impossible is possible, I know it is. Can I imagine it? I know can - then it is already real. If i can imagine something then I have the proof that it is not only possible, but already real.
I don't care if others lied. That is a problem they have with God, with theirSelves. They did not trusted God, it is their fault if they failed. But you are not the others, then tell me, do you believe? I know I myself believe, but do you believe? Can you believe in yourself, the operant power? Can you believe that if you desire something, it is already yours for the taking?
Let your trust be in God, in your Imagination. If you desire something... I don't care what it is - It is yours already. Don't listen to anyone in the 'outside'. Maybe they lied, maybe they did not believed it. But you have the power to make and the option to believe... It is about you. Then make it - dare to assume! No one believes you can do it? Who cares? You are the operant power! You are! You want it? It's yours!! Don't let anyone command your beliefs, you are not a slave. Maybe they are, but are you? Are you free or slave? I know you are free, but do you know you are free to experience the impossible? Nothing is impossible - not for God, then not for me for I know who I AM. And so you are. So live those dreams!
"Man's faith in God is measured by his confidence in himself" - Neville Goddard
"Can you believe in its reality? Knowing all things are possible to him who believes, can you persuade yourself that, although your reason and senses deny it, your assumption will make it so?" - Neville Goddard
I imply for you to trust yourself fully. Fully have faith on yourself. Experience those dreams! You don't have to ask proof or permisson of anyone, you just give it to yourself.
'But how am I going to know it will come true?' You have to have faith in your imaginary act! Experience it within! You saw in your mind and claimed it as yours - You experienced in Imagination, Imagination is the real reality that is always reflected, the whole world was Imagined. "But how I know I have it?" You saw it in your mind, it is done. You experienced, claimed as yours, then it is yours, you are the operant power! Dare to assume it, believe it. If you believe in yourself and in your wonderful Imagination you will know you are FREE!
Things are only real when we assume they are, when we decide to be aware of them. "He calleth things that are not seen as though they were, and the unseen becomes seen"
"What is seen is made out of things that do not appear. Faith does not give reality to things that are not seen. It is loyalty to reality that makes things appear. Can I see the facts the world sees and still believe in the unseen state? If I can remain loyal to the unseen state, in some way I will get confirmation of it." - Neville
If we keep listening to other beliefs or lies we will die in the lack of desire. Listen only to your own assumptions, surrender to the fact you yourself make the rules and your whole life!
I don't care what others said. PROVE THEM WRONG!
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Deadly Kiss
Daemon Targaryen x Original Female Character
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summary: Daemon Targaryen loved the great things in life, but none was as loved as the Lady Aelnerys.
Prologue
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House Malaemor once held power in the Freehold of Old Valyria, its dragonriders and gold made enemies aware of the fate that awaited them should a threat arrise. As gloroius as their motto, and as greedy as their gold, the Malaemor's lost their power after the doom. But that was not the end.
Establishing theirselves in an isle close to Dragonstone, the Malaemor's lived as a sworn house to the Targaryens. In the age of the conquest a daughter was promised, so that in the end the last three valyrian houses would once again reign from the skies. A promise who would only come to fruition later, on the reign of Jaeherys I.
The Lady Jocelyn Baratheon had two daughters with her husband, the late crown prince Aemon Targaryen, Rhaenys and Rhaena. Rhaenys would wed the Lord of Driftmark, Colrys Velaryon, and Rhaena would fulfil her ancestors promise and marry the Lord of Gaahil, Vaenar Malaemor. 
The daughters of Jocelyn Baratheon would not be queens, but from their blood dragonriders would be born, a promise would come true and the last blood of old valyria would once again rule from the skies.
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Second moon of the 111th year after the conquest
Prove himself better was always easily accomplished for Daemon Targaryen. Weak Viserys without a warrior bone in his body and a dead dragon at his back had nothing on the Prince of the City, claimed as the warrior reborn and rider of the bloody wyrm.
But Viserys was King, and Daemon was not, his brother had the crown he desired, so a decision was taken. He went and conquered a kingdom to himself, a crown of crab embroider by flesh.
But Viserys was still King, and Daemon, the Rogue Prince who liked to conquer surrender his kingdom to his brother.
Conquerors were not meant to be at only one place, and so the rogue prince flew. On his scary wyrm with the color of blood and screech of pain.
A visit to a cousin long overdue was made, and a match from the havens itself awaited.
Prince Daemon Targaryen arrival at the Isle of Gaahil was announced by the laid screech of his winged mount. While the sight of dragons was common around the isle, courtiers and commoners alike found that seeing the wyrm round their heads up in the sky was like waiting for a judgement to be passed.
The Targaryens were always closer to gods than to men.
Awaiting the rogue prince on top of the stairs in the keep of Cyalbelle, the Lord and Lady Malaemor, together with their three children, the ruling family of Gaahil made an imposing sight dressed in indigo and gold.
"Cousin, so lovely of you to receive me here, why, one would think that you even missed me." The Prince said with his signature smirk adorning his face. His silvery tresses shined in the warm light of the sun, and purple eyes were alight with enjoyment.
"My Prince, it is an honor for you to join us. Please, be welcomed to Gaahil." Lady Rhaena's face didn't give away any of her thoughts as she stepped forward. "Let me introduce you to my family, cousin." She indicated to the people who stood in a line behind her.
The only acknowledgment that came from the man was a raised brow and the deepened plastered smirk on his face.
"My Prince, it is an utmost pleasure to have you here." The tall Lord with the deep green orbs said while bowing. "We've all heard of your victory on the Stepstones, allow me to give you my most sincere congratulations. "
"Please Lord Vaenor none of this formality, we are after all family."
"Of course." The Lord said, eyes trailing the Prince as if trying to read him. He then looked at his wife and with a swift nod the attention was turned back on her.
"Cousin, I'm happy to introduce you to my eldest son and heir of Gaahil, Vinarr, and his brother Maelerys." Both men were of lithe building, much like their father, with stern faces and glowing green orbs. Their classic valyrian hair covered their faces when bowing they muttered 'my prince'.
"And of course our daughter, Aelnerys." The Lady introduced the last person on the line.
The prince lost his air.
Daemon Targaryen has traveled through many places in the known world, he has seen many beauties and fucked most of them, but none would come close to that of the lady he looked at.
The trend mark silver hair of the valyrians shined, her moonkissed skin looked soft and perfect to be marked on, her body was that of the maiden herself, but the eyes...oh, the eyes.
One could look in their deeps and get lost, for green battled with indigo, and created the most beautiful thing a man could gaze upon to.
"My prince." A soft courtesy was offered, her head bowed and voice melodious.Daemon offered his hand, who she promptly took and besotted a suave kiss on the fingers.
"My lady."
Their eyes locked.
"The moonkissed lady loved her scarred prince, for him only did her heart soared like it was flying through the sky and her soul burned a blazing fire that nothing in the world could erase."
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This is my first time writing in english, it is not my first language, so i'm truly sorry if there are mistakes.
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rheiple · 10 months
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Tea Party in Hell
OneShot
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▪︎SUMMARY↦ To think that the tasked that you've been handled would be the cause of meeting your one and only source of nightmare fuel.
▪︎WARNING/s↦ Cussing, Not proofread (I just made this like a min ago)
▪︎CHARACTER/s↦ Eclipse, Reader
▪︎WORD COUNT↦2252 [Minus the dots for the timeskips]
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▪︎AUTHOR'S NOTE↦ I have not poster for 5 months☠ uhmm hi again, it's been so long since i have posted, I missed writing fanfics so much 😭 But! School is almost over and I can finally have a 2 months break to focus on my hobbies!! I hope you all take this apology gift for me being dead in 5 months 😭😭 (If I'm being honest idk if I should be embarrassed at the fact that this fic is way longer than all of my 4 essays combined 🕴)
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You never really thought of how... unique the Daycare Attendant's room is.
Upon opening the secret door that led you to your robotic friend's room, you scanned everything inside. From the hanged up drawings of the little kids, to the disturbingly looking broken staff bots lying on the corner, it didn't help that with their damaged head it looks like they're all at you.
It really surprised you. That because of their obsession with keeping everything clean and perfect, you assumed that their room would be neat.
Well... everyone has problems you guessed, maybe they're too busy with their job to clean up their room. Poor them, overworking theirselves to shut down. Maybe in another time you'll offer to help them clean their room.
You went inside the tube to access the other side of the room. You see something big that's covered with a dusty blanket. You assumed that it's the arcade machine that the staff decided to keep in there... The confusion on how they got that thing in is giving you a headache, and what pains you more is that you have to get that out when you have fixed it.
You huffed at the thought, why do they need this arcade machine anyways? There are plenty of unused gaming machine at the lowest floor, and they're still working pretty well! What's with all the hype on this one?
Taking off the dirty blanket, you see that the arcade machine looks new... It's already powered on, does Sun and Moon play this game?
You examined it closely, searching for a coin in your pocket. You'll just play the game to see if it's working, if it does then you'll bring it outside and clean it up, easy as pie.
But out of the blue, The name of the game appears on the pixelated screen. It's jolly tune of amusic made you immediately jumped out of surprise.
"What the hell? Is this game haunted or what?" You narrowed your eyes suspiciously at the screen. Do they really think that you're a exorcist and not a staff? You really should thought of this through before signing up for this under paying shit of a job.
Hesitantly in doing so, you grabbed the joystick and pressed on a random button to start the game.
So far it went ok, the game is working well, the sky switches from day to night. Everything is going smoothly wait what the fuck did the game glitched did the sky turned red??
You blinked your eyes, but it turned normal as if it the wasn't even real.
Hell no, you stopped playing and turned around. You know you're going to get paid less, and that's fine because you'd rather live than experience some 3 a.m. scary story creepypasta kind of shit.
You flinched at the sudden ear rape sound that the arcade machine emits. Looking back you noticed that the machine is shaking. Black fingertips slowly emerged from the glitched screen.
You didn't have to think two seconds to try and dart through the tube to get out of that room.
And try as you might, but the moment took a step back the said black hands chased after you. They took a hold of your feet and arms, dragging you slowly, inside the haunted machine.
"Let me go! Assholes!" You twist and turn, kicked your legs and punched one of the hands and yet all of your efforts were in vain.
You're eyes darts around to look for anything that could stop them from pulling you inside, you took blocks and hit them with it. You hold on to the big blocks, or anything that that's heavy to not get pulled.
"No! no no nononono!"  You frantically kicked on the machine, lowered your whole body down all to not get close to the screen. You think it worked, for a minute.
Your face drained of color when you see two robotic pair of chance come out. They grabbed on to your waist.
"...Fuck."
You got pulled into the machine.
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.
You sharply gasped at the sudden jolt through your body. It's so loud, you can't focus. You're sweating real bad. You inspect everything around you.
Breathing heavily a few times, you calmed down a bit. And it helps to make you more aware of your surroundings. The loud sound suddenly going lower and slower.
You realized now that the sound you heard earlier was your own heartbeat.
To say that you're going mad is the right word. The place your in looks like an imitation of hell. Bloodshot red of the sky, those black clouds that are thinly outlined with a bright orange. You noticed that that you aren't laying down on a floor, but rather floating, yet not a cloud, just floating.
You look up at the sky and see-...
Your breath hitched upon making eye contact with the culprit who you think is the reason that you're in this hellhole.
"Is that... a god?"
It's face like the Sun you know, but the colors are very dark and, if you look hard enough you could see the inside of the mouth is glowing with a bright yellow.
The creature went down to you, you saw how it's body is just a big black of glob. It took all of your face muscles to not grimace at the sight of it, you didn't wanna die because of offending it in anyway.
The robotic glitched face tilt it's head looking at you.
You gulped at the staring, and decided to greet him quietly.
"...Hi"
You were grabbed by the wrist.
In one quick motion, it lead you up in the sky, abose the clouds when you look down you don't see anything other than the color of the sky.
You screamed and cried, you didn't do anything to deserve this! Sure you might've said something mean to someone but that wasn't intentional! That was the most you could have done at being bad!
You curled yourself into a ball, if you're going to die you hope they make it quick, you want all of this to end. You can just live peacefully in your second life, no more pain, no more scary robots, no more demonic eldritch being wanting to kill you.
You feel them stop and let them go of your hand. You wiped your eyes to clear your vision. You look around to see everything dark, you know you're in some kind of void, but there's alot of stuff hanging around above you.
You look at the monster in confusion. "W... What's all those?" 'Are you going to kill me with all those items?'
It didn't respond, opted to only look at you.
This suddenly irked you. All this silence is about to  you hysterical. What's his problem? Does he want to see you suffer? He's already done it, why can't he just kill you now?!
You noticed a shadow looming over you, looking up you see a... Kiddies table coming down between you.
The creature backed away to give the table some space.
Your gaze went back up at the stuff above you, to see two cups and a glass teapot filled with... tea? Or coffee? Either way you're not going to drink that.
It landed on the table, each cup is at the end, with the teapot at the middle.
You eyed the creature, it doing it's  head tilt again. "I'm not gonna drink that." You said whilst your crossing your arms.
The teapot floats up again and pours the content at your cup, doing the same at the other. The delicate object went back to it's position.
... Right, an indirect way of telling that you didn't have a choice to begin with. You clicked your tongue in annoyance. Glaring at the monster, asked why you're here.
A minute of silence, and then it finally replied back. "ₒₗd... fᵣᵢₑₙd.." The creature whispered.
"Uh, what??" You couldn't help you're harsh tone. Out of all the things it could've said, it said something so... Weird. As if all of this isn't.
"Old friend who?"
The monster points at you.
Wow. Ok, this is so confusing and stressful. You know that you haven't met it before, so it's highly likely that it must've mistaken you for someone else.
As if reading reading your thoughts- well, at this point it probably is, you're not surprised at anything what it does at this point. The creature called you with your own name.
"Y/ₙ.. ₒₗd f₋fᵣᵢₑₙ-d.."  
You cringed at the sound of it calling you by your name. You look down at your uniform to not see your nametag. It knows your name.
Shoulders are tense, you're back is straight. You kept your guard up incase of anything bad will happen. "Get straight to the point, what do you want from me?"
The monster, let's out a glitched and low sound of a motorboat. What the hell is it doing? Putting a curse on you? You should've brought something holy to smack that with it.
"ₘᵢₛₛₛₛₛ,, y₋ₒᵤ₋ᵤ.."
You're not deaf, you are sure that this mother fucker just hissed at you.
You backed away for a bit, and raised up your hands when it tried to inch closer. 
"Oi! Back the fuck up!" You semi- yelled at the Eldritch as a warning... When you think about it, what is there to warn it about? It could've killed you if it wanted to. Compared to it, you're just a human being with no powers what so ever.
But to your surprise and relief, the creature backed away. Although you think it's because it's of the darkness, you shrugged off the thought of the creature lowering it's head because it was sad of what you did.
Good, he deserved it for scaring you and taking you away.
Now that everything is calmed down, you repeated your question once again.
"...ₕₑₗₚ₋ₚ ₘ₋ₑₑ.."
"Help you? With what?"
"Fᵢₙd...ₘₑ₋ₑ"
You scratched the back of your head. "I don't understand, all of this doesn't! You're already here so why do I have to find you?!"
You head starts throbbing, your vision is getting blurry each second. What? That's impossible, you didn't even drank the fucking tea!
"..ᵢₙₛᵢdₑ."
You collapsed.
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.
.
You're being moved. Left and right. Someone familiar is calling your name.
"Y/n..."
Each time you don't answer they're call, they shake you harder.
"...Y/n."
You feel like throwing up from all the things you've went through today. It all felt like a bad dream.
But was it really a dream? You've felt it touch you, it was so real.
"...Y/n?"
And it asked you for help to find it. What does that mean? Find it, inside? Does it mean the arcade? Should you check inside the arcade?
"Y/n!.."
You jolted upwards to sit. You look around, only to see Moon with a worried face.
"Y/n... What are you doing here?"
Loss of words, you shakily pointed at your phone. He seemed to get the memo, as he went for it, he turned it on and went into your emails.
Hi Y/n,
Jamil, your coworker, is here. You were asked by the Fazbear manager to repair the arcade game in the daycare attendant's room. He claimed that kids have a lot of requests for an arcade game that is centered on them. I'm confident you'll be able to locate the movie pirate poster at the theater where their room is located.
You can take your time, but with Fazco, they would like to have the required completion by tomorrow morning. We deeply appreciate on what you do for us, and please be careful.
Regards,
Jamil Mariano
The moon themed animatronic sighed. He went to you and gently picked you up. "I'll take you down stairs.. You need to rest Starlight."
You fidgeted with your fingers. "But what about that?...The Fazco, and the arcade?"
"That's why I'm taking you away from it, Star. You've been through enough, you deserve to sleep well."
You leaned on his chest. You could worry about the machine later, right now you trust Moon to have your back... Just, a little nap wouldn't hurt..
The night themed robot emits a lullaby, a great distraction for you to not hear him talk with his other half, that's been talking inside their shared minds.
'Moon?...Do you think they saw him?'
He lets out a tired sigh. "They probably have.."
The Sun began to ramble question after question to fill their minds with. What should they do? Do they need help?- Oh, of course they do! But how do we help them?? Can't we just destroy the arcade machine?! No wait, what if it went to another arcade machine, or worse, what if went through their phone?! Who knows what he have done to our Starshine-
The moon softy hissed at his counter part. it annoyed him to hear him worry like this, yet he understands. He too is worried for their friend's safety, that's why they need to deeply think this through before they might do something rash.
"Let's... Not worry for now, they're safe here.. And we should focus on the present, to be aware of our surroundings... to protect them.."
The rambling died down, and Sun agreed... However, they couldn't really push back down their thoughts, they need to act quicker than him. If they dont want to loose the only friend they have.
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mitsuyeaah · 10 months
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— sanzu haruchiyo x mitsu
cw: nsfw (mdni), smut, unprotected sex, hickeys, clit slapping, riding, pet names (baby, sunshine), sanzu being hot as always.
a/n: here it is folks, mitzu smut 🧎🏻‍♀️this fic is purely self ship so if you’re not into that then please scroll past, no need to send hate <3 purely based on the most delicious esex sanzu and i had
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“im curious about something.” mitsu mumbled, her cheek pressed against sanzu’s chest as she lay her head on top of it. sanzu hummed in question, sending vibrations straight to her ear as he ran his slender fingers through her silky wine coloured tresses that cascaded down her back.
she let out a chuckle, embarrassment already engulfing her body before even asking the question. sanzu furrowed his brows, gaze dropping down to the girl on his chest—he was now very curious about what she had in her mind. “what’s on your mind, sunshine?”
mitsu thought about it for a while before letting out a small sigh, “what’s your.. favourite position?” she felt the strand stroking her hair come to an abrupt stop, her question definitely caught sanzu off guard.
she positioned her head at an angle so she could look up at him. mitsu met sanzu’s gaze, a smug smile forming upon his lips as he thought of the answer. “my favourite position, you say?” the hand that was once buried in her hair slowly made its way down to her back, his fingertips barely making contact with her clothes.
“mhm.. when you’re on top of me, fuck. sittin’ all pretty with your breasts exposed just for me to squeeze and play with.” as sanzu was saying this, his arm curved around from mitsu’s back to her front, hand cupping a mound and squeezing at it.
she let out a surprised yelp at sanzu’s action, her cheeks instantly turning into a deep shade of crimson as she felt her face burn with embarrassment. but, she held sanzu’s gaze, both their eyes slowly getting clouded with lust.
“all while i call you ‘my baby’, because i know how wet that gets you. am i right, sunshine?” mitsu swallowed thickly and nodded. she bit her lip as her heart raced with excitement as sanzu slipped his hand under her shirt to continue playing with her chest.
“seeing you bounce on my cock with such desperation while i rub your clit.. fuck, it’s so hot. but you like it, don’t you? the way i let you take control of the speed and rhythm.”
sanzu smirked down at her. he didn’t miss the way she shifted on top of him, eagerly rubbing her thighs together as she felt her cunt tingling while such naughty words came out of sanzu’s lips. he liked the way mitsu tried to pull herself together whenever she was flustered; the way her dimpled cheeks blushed with embarrassment as she furrowed her brows.
but of course, as innocent as her expressions were, her mind was far from innocent.
“hm. why don’t you show me, my moonlight?”
a few seconds of silence passed as they held each other’s gazes—his deep cerulean eyes intensely looking into her dark brown ones. mitsu could hear sanzu’s heart pounding against his chest, she also noticed how his hard his cock had gotten, which was now brushing against her clothed thighs.
sanzu gave her breast one last squeeze before muttering a curse under his breath. “fuck, sunshine. you know what to do..” after stripping their clothes off, both of them positioned theirselves on the bed—sanzu sitting on the mattress, back resting on the headboard while mitsu straddled his lap, her legs folded on each side of his hip, knees digging into the mattress.
as if on cue, his hands flew directly to her hips, rocking it back and forth to stimulate her bare clit against his hard cock. mitsu let out a soft whimper, lips parted and her back arching at the sudden pleasure as she dropped her head low. “sanzu..”
“hmm? use your words, sunshine. what do you want?” mitsu swore under her breath and looked at sanzu, “i want you inside me.” he smirked, “good girl. go on, put it in.”
she wasted no time to grab the base of his heavy cock and lifted her hips to slide down on his cock. sanzu threw his head back against the wall as she sank down on his blunt tip, his fingers harshly digging into the flesh of her hips—hard enough to form small bruises.
“fuck, sunshine.. always so tight f’me, huh?” his voice was strained from trying to hold back a moan, gritting his teeth. mitsu’s nails painfully dug into sanzu’s shoulders as she slowly took his length, inch by inch. “aah, fuck!” mitsu whined, her legs instinctively trying to close as sanzu bottomed out.
sanzu sat limp against the headboard, he eyes shut closed and head thrown back in pure bliss as her cunt hugged his cock in all the right ways. his cheeks were almost the same colour as the rosy strands that cascaded past his shoulders and onto his bare chest.
he let out a shameless unexpected moan as mitsu began lifting her hips and dropping back down to the base of his cock. the sound of loud squelching and heavy pants echoed throughout the room. fuck, it was erotic.
it took all of sanzu’s willpower to open his eyes and look up at mitsu through his long rosy lashes. the sight in front of him almost made him cum right then and there; the way her breasts moved with every bounce of her hips on his cock; the way he pink lips were slightly parted, small moans slipping past them; the way her eyes held his gaze like she wasn’t giving him the best fuck of his life.
sanzu leaned forward to cup each of her breasts with his slender hands, harshly squeezing at the supple flesh. he didn’t hesitate to put a bud in his mouth, his tongue swirling around her sensitive nipple, alternating between licking and sucking at it. he gave her other breast attention by squeezing and groping it.
this earned a loud moan from the woman above him, the pleasure she felt now did not only come from where she and sanzu met but also from where sanzu sucked on her nipple. “ah! ah! sanzuuu..!” this caused her to bounce harder on his cock, her ass deliciously slapping against his heavy balls which made a loud skin slapping noise.
“fuck yeah, baby… s’good for me.” sanzu groaned and threw his head as he felt mitsu briefly clench around his cock, presumably from the choice of pet name he used.
sanzu chuckled, “haah.. so cute, clenching around me when i call you ‘baby’, hm?” all she could respond with was a moan due to how well sanzu’s tip was hitting that spongey spot inside her over and over again.
the hand that was playing with her breast trailed down her abdomen and to her clit. sanzu’s thumb brushed over her clit a couple of times before rubbing fast and tight circles.
“ngh—ah! shit! sanzu!”
mitsu removed her hands from his shoulders and brought it behind her. leaning back, she firmly placed her hands on each of sanzu’s knees and bounced faster. this time, her breasts were more exposed. he swore he almost saw stars at the sight of her; her chest littered with love bites of dark red and purple hues and breasts swollen from his ministrations earlier—deliciously bouncing with every beat.
“ah shit.. that’s it sunshine. mhm! so fucking close.. you cumming f’me?” his voice was breathy, moans unexpectedly escaping here and there. he could’t help it, not when his sunshine looked so fucking perfect and delicious. and the best part? mitsu was all his.
“y-yes! yes! fuck, i’m so close, baby!”
sanzu leaned forward to whisper in her ear, his hand still stimulating her clit, “why don’t you cum for me, baby?” his hot breath ghosted the side of mitsu’s neck, causing goosebumps to form.
mitsu let out a loud whine as she heard the pet name that could bring her to her knees. she threw her head back, her face contorting in pleasure while she let out short high pitched moans, chest heaving with every breath that escaped her lungs.
her wine coloured strands stuck to her skin as a light sheen of sweat covered her naked body.
sanzu peppered open-mouthed kisses along her chest; kissing over the littered bruises along her skin, tongue darting out to trace them, leaving wet trails of his saliva. he could tell she was close with how much she squeezed around his cock, fuck, he had to hold himself back from cumming right away.
he switched from rubbing mitsu’s clit to slapping it, bringing tears to her eyes. “mmm, that’s it baby.. let go for me. cum for your moonlight.”
it didn’t take much before the knot inside her stomach snapped, immediately cumming around sanzu’s cock. “sanzu!” mitsu arched her back as she cried his name out loud. hot tears rolling down her flushed cheeks as pure pleasure engulfed her whole body—every muscle becoming taut.
sanzu licked a long stripe from between the valley of her breasts up to the side of her neck and whispered sweet praises in her ear, all while slapping her clit.
after riding out her orgasm, mitsu messily took sanzu’s cock out to stroke it. her hand quickly moving up and down his sticky shaft—her brain was still fogged with lust, and head dizzy from the mind blowing orgasm.
she looked at sanzu who had his head thrown back in pure bliss. adam’s apple bobbing with every moan that slipped past his lips. “fuuuck.. mitsu!” she rubbed her thumb at the apex of his cock, stimulating the sensitive slit of it while her other hand worked up and down his shaft.
“mmm, cum for me, baby..” sanzu let out a string of profanities as he let go. his thick, hot cum spurted every where, painting mitsu’s abdomen and chest white. she rode out his orgasm by fisting his cock harder and massaging his balls which earned a whine of protest from the man beneath her, overstimulating him.
“shit, sunshine.. you drive me absolutely crazy, you know that?”
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graceblackheart200 · 5 months
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Sukuna’s Bride (The End)
Present day
By the time Gojo finished reading, there wasn't a dry eye, even Maki, who along with her second year classmates came, had a tear running down her face.
"That was horrible, who would do such a cruel thing like that!" Yuji exclaimed.
"Her brother."
"My grandfather!"
"Yes, you see she had everything he wanted, and had no way of gaining Sukuna's power. He hated that the youngest of his family had so much, while they struggled, and so he took action. He killed the staff and he killed (Y/n). Luckily her children survived." Gojo said as he leaned back against the desk.
"But what happen to them?"
"That's a story for another time." Gojo teased as he slammed the book shut.
"How did Sukuna take it? Finding out about his home being burned down and his wife's death?" Nobara asked thru tears.
"No one knows. Sukuna was killed the same day."
"What!" They all exclaimed.
"Yep, Sukuna died that very night. While he and Uraume traveled they were attacked. Sukuna was killed."
"Wow, those kids were left alone to find for theirselves. How did they survive?" Panda asked in shock.
"It wasn't easy." A gentle voice said with a laugh.
Everyone turned, eyes wide as they saw a pink haired girl with (eye color) eyes.
"But we made do. Probably wouldn't have survived without Kōsuke." She said as she leaned against the doorframe.
"Ah, Hikari you're late." Gojo teased the young woman.
"Wait you're-"
"Hikari Sukuna, only daughter of Ryomen Sukuna." She said cutting Yuji off.
"I'm confused, how is she alive?" Nobara asked in shock.
"Her technique is reincarnation." Megumi grumbled as he looked out the window.
"Gumi, sweetie you forgot your lunch." She cooed as she rushed to him and held it out for him.
"Gumi?" Yuji and Nobara asked with a giant grin.
Megumi let out a sigh as his cheeks turned bright red.
"She's... my adopted mother. She took me and my sister in when my sister's mother passed away." Megumi grumbled out.
"It's so nice to finally meet you all. I've been dying to come, but someone wouldn't let me." Hikari said as she shot Megumi a glare.
"Why are you here, Kari?" He grumbled out.
"You forgot your lunch and so did Gojo." She said as she pulled out another bag.
Gojo rushed up to her, kissing her cheek as he took it from her.
"Thank you sweetie!"
"Sweetie!"
"Guys meet my ever so beautiful wife." Gojo said as he wrapped an arm around her waist.
She waved to the class as they all stared at her in shock.
"You're married?" Yuji asked in shock.
"Did she have no other options?" Nobara grumbled out.
Gojo's face fell as Hikari covered her mouth, holding back a laugh as he pouted.
"Hey! I'll have you know I am a catch!"
"Yea a catch that you throw back." Hikari teased.
"Kari! Why are you so my mean to me!" Gojo whined as he moved to hug her.
Hikari let out a laugh as she side stepped his hug. Gojo fell to the ground as she turned and walked up to Yuji.
"So you're the vessel for my old man." She teased.
"Um- Yes ma'am." He said with a nod.
"Do me a favor, tell him that we didn't suffer. Kōsuke and I lived a long life. He got married and had a family, while I traveled the world... and later on I found my soulmate." She said with a small smile.
"I will." Yuji said as he smiled up at her.
She gave him a nod before she turned to Gojo.
"Aren't you suppose to be watching our child?" Hikari asked with a frown.
Gojo's smile instantly faded and he went stiff.
"No..."
"Satoru Gojo! I swear I'm going to kill you!" She yelled as she rushed after him.
The whole class laughed as they watched her chase him out of the room, not realizing that while inside of Yuji; Sukuna was crying. He was crying as he thought of his wife and thought of everything he missed. Apart of him longed for death, and the chance to see his beloved again, but he couldn't die until he had his revenge.
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ra-2506 · 4 months
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‿︵‿︵..••°° ☼✴️🏵️ꁞ🏵️✴️☼ °°••..︵‿︵‿
It was a regular day for the trauma dipped kids as they were sitting in the living room of class 1-As dorm just chilling out with some watching a series on the TV, some writing down some notes in his new notebook while Todoroki was making some cold soba for lunch, uraraka watching TV with Hakeeguri, Sero,Tsu, Momo.
Uraraka was trying to catch Dekus attention, but was failing miserably😞 and Tsu and Momo could see it unfortunately it was no use when it comes to him and that notebook😔, he's just too concentrated, that was until you walked into the dorms with your fine self with natural makeup on wearing a yellow super low cut hoodie top along with a couple chains and some baggy black sweatpants and grey J4s.
Everyones attention shifted to you👀 and not that your sports bra was slightly peaking out of cropped hoodie,but that:
1)you were one of the new transfer student from America for the Support department that everyone has been talking about for the past 3 weeks.
2)You were black and you don't see that many black people in Japan in general.
3) Bakugou was walking towards you and gave you a hand shake meaning you knew each other on a personal level.
Everytime he catches himself staring at your black beauty✨ he has to manually scrub his face and push his jaw away to look at the ceiling or something cause baby girl you were fine😩👌. "Hey dumbass, you brought what I asked for or did you just what to show off the shoes I bought you?" Bakugou started while analysing your outfit, "Does it really look like I would even step on this goody to shoes hero area if it wasn't for you asking for it", you sassed back.
Everyone was still in shock that you of all people were mutual friends with the Katsuki Bakugou aka The explosive tempered blonde kid in class 1-A aka the kid the won the Sports festival aka Dynamite aka Lord Explosion Murder aka I think you get the point.
"Wait a minute can we rewind back a bit here !?", Sero shouts with a suprised and confused expression that matched with most of the students in the lounge, "What you want flex tape?!", the blonde glared in the direction of the Hispanic sitting on the couch along with you turning as well.
You had violet doe eyes that so cute and adorable yet intemidating, " I just wanted to know who this chica was?", He smirked towards your direction trying to holla at you do matched his energy, "Yeah Bakugou why don't you introduce me to everyone and maybe give me his number", you turned to the blonde for him to just roll his eyes, " Chubs meet Flex tape" he groaned in irritation and you just gave him a look through your glasses.
"Hola los nombres Y/n L/n", you walked towards Sero and he shock your hand with a big impressed smile and the kissed it, "Hi the name's Y/n L/n," you translated for everyone whilst smiling, "El nombre es niña Sero", "the name is Sero baby girl 😉", Sero winked at you his hand coressing your hand in which you winked at his charm.
However everyone interrupted the moment by introducing theirselves, and you tried to make a mental note to try and remember all of them, but when it got to Deku you couldn't hold back your gasp which caught everyones attention, even though you were the centre of it to begin with 😌✨.
"So your the same Deku that literally blasted himself in the race last year but somehow Bakugou keeps talking shit about?", you questioned with a raised eyebrow in which he shyly nodded.
"What is wrong with you?!", turned to the blonde you were surprised by the shy broccoli boy, " "The Fuck?!", He glared to your direction.
"You made him seem like such a stuck up asshole", you playfully glared at the man beside you only for him to look down at your chubby self and just pull your arm to the hallway shouting to the class that their time with you was up even though there were some protest whines and complaints.
"Wow, you really want me all to your self huh?"😉 You winked at him as you went to his room but he just rolled his eyes at your flirting charm even though he like it since it always built tension that he found adorable.
Obviously he wouldn't ever say that in front of you, but he thought it'll be better that way.
You sat on his bed and opened your bag to pull out two thick silver bracelets, " the hell are those", Bakugou observed the two massive silver bands in your small hands you roll your eyes 🙄 and sighed heavily at his bluntness.
Like how can someone so smart be so damn stupid and good looking at the same time🧐.
Its what you asked for Blondes you stepped closer you put them on his wrists but he took a step back hesitantly as if an insured wolf protecting himself from further harm. "It's okay, I just need to make sure the bracelets will fit properly and if it'll need adjustments", speaking softly as to calm his nerves and you clipped the bracelets onto his wrists with his gaze on you as if making sure you don't do anything out of the question.
Whilst finishing with his right hand you brush your fingers against his skin to adjust the bracelets to not be too tight or lose and the blonde was blushing hard at the gentle care when you touch his scars and burns from his experiences and training but as well as your concentrated form only reaching up to his chest.
Before you can lift your hands from his wrists he grabs your arm taking you by suprise and you look up at him to only find him staring right back at your amethyst eyes when you into his ruby ones and just like that he tries to let go yet he still wants to have you this close to him and he wants to be vulnerable with you since your the only other person who gets his apart from kirishima. He likes you more then he wants to but he doesn't want to experience the pain of a lose again nor does he want to lose the opportunity to make you his but doesn't want to destroy your amazing friendship, but then a sudden warmth surrounds his chest and abdomen.
Your hugging him seriously hugging him out of nowhere and then your face is buried in his chest and he huggs you back with his chin resting on top of your head where he inhales the shea butter and coconut oil from the chemicals put in it. He really wanted to confess but he pulled away quickly with him covering his blushing face but not his ears.
In which you giggled at his soft side that you were so grateful that you were able to see, but a continuous beeping sound that activated the bracelets meaning that it was working perfectly fine and that it has been switched on. So... um th-they work so I did my work perfectly as expected" you awarkardly try to regain your confidence again but failed with the maroon blush on your face as you tried to shuffle out of the room but a strong arm pulled you back to have you facing Bakugou with his eyes fixed on you.
He knew he wasn't your type, and that he wasn't worthy of you, but he would be damned that he doesn't give it a try even if he loses you for admitting this disease to you, "Bakugou?", Your voice called to him confused at his actions, "I like you Y/n, since the day we were partnered together for this damn project and we started to spend time together we really made a connection and I know that you don't feel the same way, but I had to get it off my chest even if you will never think of me in that wa-
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literallylexa · 2 months
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Dr. Monster (Dean x Sam x Cas x Reader)
Chapter 1: “Monster Town”
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Saving people, killings things, it’s the family business. During one of Sam and Dean’s hunts, they came across a smaller town in Oregon. Strange encounters happen is this town frequently, however there hasn’t been any killings or missing persons until now. The boys find their way to a veterinary hospital and find the cause of it…
This story does NOT go along with the SPN series. I may change some parts and pretend like some people didn’t die, or some things didn’t happen lol. This story is about YOU. This is going to be a longer storyline. Has a bit of a mystery aspect to it. Specific chapters will be for certain romantic interests which I will put in the beginning of each chapter. This story is about (Y/N). Think of it as an entire season about YOU! Still developing a storyline but has lots of ideas. Super excited I haven’t made a fanfiction in years. Please send in any suggestions or ideas and I will try to incorporate it to the story!
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Another day. Saving people, killing things, it’s the family business for the two hunters Sam and Dean. Sometimes the boys have a break for a couple days to a week, but that’s if they’re lucky. Most of the time the end of the world has suddenly fallen upon them, but maybe the boys get theirselves into these situations too.
“So,” Sam begins, taking a long sip of his morning iced vanilla oatmilk shaken expresso, shaking it slightly to mix the drink back together. “In a town in Oregon, lots of people have seen strange encounters.” Sam reads. “However there are no missing persons or murders. Until just recently. A girl was found dead. Heart ripped out. Could be a werwolf.”
Dean sighs and rolls over in bed, clearly feeling tired from the long drive last night. “Another case? We just finished one.” Dean whines, covering his eyes from the rays of sunshine coming in through the small holes on the dusty motel curtain.
“Just listen. So people have been seeing weird things at night. Like for example this guy wrote that he came out of a bar, and saw a full size, standing up and everything dog eating a cheeseburger.”
“Must have been a damn good burger.” Dean mumbles, slightly peaking interest. “What’s in that burger?” Sam laughs, “They do have one of the best cheeseburgers in Oregon.”
“Perfect. We can eat a cheeseburger while ganking a werwolf….okay yeah let’s go.” Dean immediately starts packing his things excitingly.
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The boys arrive in the late evening. “Let’s get some burgers.” Dean drives into the parking spot at the diner. “Mountain Diner.” Sam reads aloud. The town was set next to the mountains, already high in elevation. Snow tipped mountains can be spotted in the distance, along with the forrest that surrounds the town. It was a breath of fresh air, something that the city could never provide. Sam and Dean always enjoyed spots like this, calm, quiet, away from the city and everything that comes with it. However, they still have a worry about what comes out of the woods at night. As long as Baby is with them, they’re safe. The diner smelt like beer and grilled food, almost making Dean’s mouth water from the aroma. Dean skips to the bar, with Sam trailing behind. Sam liked to see Dean this happy, after everything that’s happened, after everyone they’ve lost. Sam’s mind sometimes travels to what if they weren’t hunters anymore, what if they could stay in one town and life our their lives there. Before he thinks too much, he always snaps his head back to reality, and forces a smile. Around 9pm the diner begins to get full. People coming in large groups ordering shots and getting drunk. Lights turn low and the music genre changes. “Guess this is the bar too.” Dean laughs, “I’m already loving this town.” Sam chuckles. “One drink won’t hurt.”
“What? Sammy wants to drink?” Dean is flabbergasted. Sam never drinks while on a case. Maybe a beer with some food but never hard liquor.
“I think it’s good to have a break every now and ya know, we can’t save the world all the time.” Sam says. Sam has been reminiscing about the past. What life was for the short period of time when he was in collage, with Jess. He’s been longing to be that happy again.
“Cheers to that.” Dean smiles, handing Sam a shot.
As the night ends, Sam and Dean decide it’s time to turn in. They will work tomorrow, finding out who’s the werwolf. As the boys are heading to Baby, a loud scream rips through the air. Even with the boys being a little drunk, they immediately snap out of it and run over to the sound, guns in hand. There lies a women on the floor with a bite mark on her neck.
“Vamps.” Sam grinds his teeth.
“I thought you said it was a werwolf?” Dean raises an eyebrow.
“Not anymore.”
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“Fucking vampires!” Dean throws his duffle bag onto the old motel bed. The aesthetic of this motel was actually very nice compared to previous ones. Walls were wooden, almost rustic looking. Plaid curtains cover the large window facing the woods. As they walked through the motel room, the wooden floor creaks below them.
“Yeah tell me about it.” Sam sighs, running his large hand through his soft conditioned hair. He looks through their weapons bag. Dead man’s blood, syringes, machetes, silver bullets, and silver weapons. Seems about right.
“So first a werwolf, now a vampire. What the fuck is going on?!” Dean exclaims.
Sam’s brows furrow together, creating wrinkles on his forehead. “Maybe we should talk to the locals, they’re the ones who are only seeing things at night. I mean…all the sudden two killings back to back? That makes no sense.” The Winchesters turn in for the night, a long day of head of them tomorrow.
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The boys hit up the local diner to begin the morning. Seems like at all times of the day the diner was busy. “Welcome to the diner…looks like we have some new faces here. Is it your first time visiting?” The waitress asks. Dean smiles “Yes it is. We are actually just following up on a murder, happened last night.” Sam and Dean show their badges.
“Wow the FBI is here for that? I’m pretty sure the police have already taken care of it.” The waitress continues to smile. “We never have any kind of stuff like that happen here, must have been some kind of freak accident.”
“Not sure about that since there has been two killings in the last couple days. The boss just wanted us to investigate due to the nature of this town, weird sightings and all.” Dean smiles back. “Have you seen anything yourself?”
The waitress holds her notebook to her chest, looking up at the ceiling deep in thought. “I guess now that I think of it I do remember this one encounter. It was just a couple days ago. I was walking home one night and I seen blood on the side of the road. There, I see a large, like really large dog, wolf type of thing laying there, blood all around it. Maybe got hit by a car. Could have sworn it said help me. Like a human. Actually no I’m certain it said it.”
“A large dog?” Sam questions, “Did it look like a human or like an animal?”
“An animal, obviously.” I ended up taking him to the local veterinarian. Uh… Dr. (Y/N) if I remember correctly.”
“Then what?” Sam asks.
“I don’t know, the Doctor took the dog back and helped it….listen there is a lot of weird stuff in this town. However nothings has ever hurt us. We kinda just turn a blind eye to this kind of stuff. Everyone takes care of each other here. Nobody would kill anyone. We’ve just had some back luck recently. Freak accident.” She tries to reassure Sam.
“Where is this animal hospital at?”
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“Don’t you find it weird that two of the stories we have are both of a dog or wolf, but yet it was a vamp who murdered that girl last night?” Sam asks. “What is this a supernatural hot spot?” Dean raises an eye brow.
The Winchesters arrive at the animal hospital. The parking lot and lobby is dead, not a car in sight besides Baby, and a (your car). “Must be the Dr’s car.” Dean says. A small bell rings when they enter the hospital. A sterile smell fills the air, tiles on the floor recently waxed and cleaned. Colorful pastel walls surround them. A door behind the reception area opens, revealing a woman. “Hello, how can I help you?” The woman asks. Her (long/stort) (h/c) hair frames her face perfectly, matching her beautiful (e/c) eyes, making eye contact with the boys. She wore (f/c) scrubs that were a little tight exposing all of her curves. Sam and Dean almost let out a gasp, their palms getting sweaty, their confident demeanor loosening from the godess in front of them. You must be Dr. (Y/N)?” Sam speaks up clearing his throat. It’s not often for a woman to get Sam worked up as he is right now, just talking to her. Her voice was like music to his ears. Sexy, sweet, calming. He could listen to her talk all day long about nothing.
(Y/N) slightly smiles, her soft, glossed lips touching making Sam and Dean drool imagining what those lips could do to them. “Yes I am, how can I help you?” She asks again.
“Yes uh my partner here and I are part of a wildlife rehabilitation rescue program. We had heard of an injured animal?” Sam says. (Y/N) seemed shocked, however she quickly covers her expression and puts on a smile once again. “Ah yes uh, nothing too bad of an injury, just a little scratch. They are back into the wild now, all safe and healthy.” She says a little too quick, almost acting like she is hiding something.
“Good to hear it is doing better. Would you be able to describe the animal for us to we can put out a watch for it?” Sam asks.
“It was a wolf. Just a typical wolf you’ll see from out these woods. You guys aren’t around here I’m assuming?” (Y/N) tries to end of the conversation, nervously twirling her hair.
“Unfortunately not. Have there been any other hurt animals? Any cattle mutilations? Or anything like that?” Dean asks, savoring the look of her. His eyes darken as he looks up and down her frame, taking in the sight of this beautiful woman. He loves a woman in scrubs.
“Stuff like that doesn’t happen here.” (Y/N) says defensively. “Do you have anymore questions for me or can I get back to my job?”
“No Doctor, that is all we needed. Thank you.” Sam smiles and nods his head. Sam and Dean end out of the hospital, looking at each other with a raised eye brow. (Y/N) let’s out a deep sigh, watching the boys get into their car and drive off.
“Hunters.” (Y/N) sighs and locks the door, picking up her phone to make a call. The encounter today with the strange men made (Y/N) nervous. Sure, they were tall, sexy, mysterious- but they were also hunters too. (Y/N) knows all the fake badges, stories, false identities, as she’s ran into these type of people before. She can take care of this town by herself, she has a special kind of help.
“Hello?” A man says on the other line. “Did you hear about what happened at the diner yesterday?” The man asks.
“Yeah. That’s not the only thing. Hunters are here too.”
“Hunters? Damnit…Have you spoke to them?”
“They were just here asking questions about Jake. Maybe we need to stay low for a while.
“No. We are not going to hide anymore. If the hunters are here to kill us, we will have to kill them first.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. We need to stay as low profile as possible I just want to help-“ (Y/N) gets cut off by a blood curdling scream through the phone. It was her friend. Her body is immediately set into motion, checking her friends gps signal, grabbing a gun, and setting out to the woods.
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“She’s definitely hiding something.” Dean immediately says when they are out of eye sight. Sam agrees, nodding his head. “I’m just still confused on why there was a vamp killing and then one wolf. I mean, and then this whole town is weird. They just look the other way.”
“Our only lead is (Y/N). I say before she heads out we force her to tell the truth. Silver knife and dead man’s blood just in case.” Dean explains.
“Really? You just want to barge in there half- cocked?” Sam questions, almost angry.
“Clearly nobody else knows what’s going on except (Y/N). She could be the supernatural being!” Dean stops Baby on the side of the road.
“What if there are others?” Sam asks. “Maybe we can just follow her home and confront her tomorrow. What if there’s another killing tonight? We need to keep an eye on (Y/N). Then we can rule her out.” A fast movement catches the boys attention. They peer into the forest besides them. A scream rips through the air, almost sounding animalistic. “That didn’t sound human.” Sam and Dean arrive to the location. Another man is dead, however his head is chopped off. “Fuck.” The boys say in unison. (Y/N) arrives to the location as well, chest heaving up and down as she was running. Sweat rolling down her face. She gasps at the sight of her friend. Sam and Dean point their guns at her “Stop where you are at.” The boys check the body. They lift up the man’s lips and expose the mans teeth. “Vampire.”
(Y/N) stares at Sam and Dean, debating on what to do next. She doesn’t do much hand to hand combat, there is no way she could win this fight. Especially comparing their size to hers. “You killed him.” She whimpers, heart racing.
Sam and Dean are confused. “We didn’t kill him. He was like this. Do you know this man?”
“Yes I do. I know what he is, and I know what you are too.” (Y/N) raises her gun. “You’re hunters!” She yells out. The boys are wide eyed, confused in the situation. “And what are you?” Sam asks.
“I’m human. I’m just a doctor.”
“And how do we know that?” Dean questions.
“You don’t. But both you and I know there’s something out there killing people.”
“This man was not a person. He’s a vampire.” Dean kicks his head facing (Y/N).
“Not all monsters are evil.” (Y/N) says, aiming a gun at the men. “Monsters protect this town; they protect me. Now, I don’t know what you guys brought with you when you came here, but you need to leave. Right. Now.” (Y/N) clocks her gun, aiming to kill.
“Are you a hunter?” Sam asks putting his hands up into the air. “We can work together, kill whatever killed your friend and that woman last night.” Sam takes multiple slow steps towards (Y/N).
“We can handle what’s going on here. You need to leave.”
“We?” Dean questions. Sam continues to walk closer to (Y/N).
“I’m not alone. If you hurt me you’ll have monsters come hunt you, wherever you are. I take care of them, and they take care of my town.”
Sam and Dean take a glance at each other. Is she really human? They haven’t been able to do any tests on her. Dead man’s blood, salt, holy water, silver. “Put down the gun.” Sam asks, being face to face with (Y/N) at this point. He looks down at her with a gentle smile on his face, reaches out a hand to hers. The second they touch, (Y/N)’s (e/c) eyes glow, and she falls to the ground. Images of hell, Lucifer, fill her brain and then, she only sees black.
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“She’s not human. Not fully at least.” A raspy voice wakes up (Y/N). His dark blue eyes burn into her soul and he looks at her. Almost too closely. Their lips were itches apart, Castiel could see every detail on (Y/N)’s face. Her eyes rip awake, locking eyes with Castiel. (Y/N) blushes. Another sexy man? Castiel takes off the bondage from (Y/N)s mouth. “If you’re going to kill me do it already.” She spits out. Castiel stands up and looks at Dean. “You’re not getting off that easy.” Dean smirks, making (Y/N) stand up, pressing her body against his as he walks her over to Baby. “Get in.” A bolt of lightning strikes through (Y/N)’s body as it’s pressed against the unknown hunter. She silently curses herself out for even getting aroused. Before she sits in Baby, she takes a look at the three men behind her. All very attractive men in their own way. Something felt different about the man who wore the trench coat. (Y/N) doesn’t tell many people, but she can spot humans from the supernatural. And there was nothing human about that man. Why are hunters with a supernatural being?
“Now are you going to tell us what the hell happened back there? Your eyes glowed.” Dean says, driving down the road back to the animal hospital.
“I saw hell. Lucifer. Demons.” (Y/N) says confused. “Who are you?” She questions.
“I’m surprised you don’t know who we are. Pretty much everything supernatural knows us. I’m Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean. And that’s Castiel, he is an angel.”
“Wait. You…oh my god.” (Y/N) sits back. “Aren’t you the guys who opened hells gate like…twice and let Lucifer out the cage?” (Y/N) gasps. “I hear countless of stories about you. I just didn’t expect-“ (Y/N) catches herself before she rambles on about how she didn’t expect them to be so handsome. Sam and Dean scratch the back of their hands while Castiel sighs, face palming. “Unfortunately but hey what’s done is done.” Dean chuckles.
(Y/N) knew exactly what happened back there. Sometimes when she touches somebody she can see their past, or sometimes the future. She’s not sure what she is, psychic or something. Not to mention her relations to monsters. She has always had a soft spot for them, well…some of them. She wasn’t going to share anymore information to the Winchesters and the Angel then she has to. (Y/N) knows that everyone who gets involved with them ends in a bloody death. However; she has also heard amazing things about them. How many people they’ve saved, helped. Maybe they could help her too. She felt drawn to them in some type of way. (Y/N) knew that she shouldn’t be involved with them but she couldn’t help herself.
“So what’s the plan.” Sam says to the group, interrupting the silence.
“(Y/N) are you willing to work with us? Do you have any idea who could be killing people?” Castiel asks with a firm voice, not blinking as he looks at (Y/N). (Y/N) sighs. She knows she shouldn’t be involved with them. But she can’t help it. “Let’s go up to the hospital and think of a game plan.”
Baby’s engine roars, and the four of them head down the road.
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Let me know how you guys liked this first chapter! Who and what is (Y/N)? Who will she choose? Who is YOUR favorite?!
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Here's my personal thoughts on the last few lessons:
Spoilers ahead!
Mammon and Asmo losing theirselves to their demonic urges? WONDERFUL! I adored that for a number of reasons. Not only did it give us some possessiveness, some action, some drama, but it opened up the "subconscious scenes".
I personally do not think Mammon's dream was a perfect 1-to-1 scenario on what happened in the past. It's a dream! And Asmo's wonky fairytale confirmed that it's what their mind made up. Do I think something similar happened in the Celestial Realm? Probably, but I think the main focus was supposed to be on Mammon striving to accomplish his dreams and care for his brothers, sometimes at the expense of others. It also hurts because what does he fear most at the end of the day? Being a scummy person. Thinking that he's doing good things just for himself. Thinking that none of the love or kindness that he has is real. As someone who was raised in the church, always wondering if I was doing the right thing out of fear or in hopes of a reward rather than actually having morals, that stuff hit HARD. He deserves so much. Someone in the Celestial Realm gave this Boi too much anxiety.
Asmo's dream scene I think was beautiful! A little confusing on the whole teleporting through consciousness bit, but overall a really great look into Asmo's personality. (Asmo stans must be thriving right now.) I love that Asmo's power is strong enough to even influence Lucifer, even if it's just for a short while. I LOVE the fact that they tried to convince everyone he was doing it because he just wants fame and recognition, when they finally turn at the end and change all of that. What Asmo really wants is unconditional love. He thinks people only love him because he's beautiful, and so he's TERRIFIED of being ugly, because then he thinks people will leave him. He charms his brothers to make them stay (while of course giving into some more of his selfish urges, having them serve him). He's scared of good things coming to an end- so much so that he sobs and panics. He's scared of dying.
I love that Lucifer seems to be central to his brother's hopes and dreams so far. He RAISED those boys, he's crucial to them. And they're crucial to him, and I hope they dive deeper into that if/when Lucifer loses himself to his sin. I love that he's gotten humbled quite a few times these last few lessons.
I'm a bit iffy on the Barbatos and Solomon reveal. I do really enjoy the fact that Barbatos is being extremely petty, feeling that Solomon has slighted him by making him "eighth" and so he slights him in return. On the other hand, they did have an opportunity to make this a really deep thing, so it's a little anticlimactic, especially for having it been drawn out this long, but I'm not complaining *too* much.
I do love that we get a much bigger look into Solomon's personality. He's so lonely that he got drunk one night while MC was gone. He's pretty possessive and a little prone to anger, so much so that when Asmo even so much as insults MC, he's ready to use force. He's also a funny little man who gets real upset when he forgets to do his chores (which is hilarious because in the orignal OM, it was said that he didnt take care himself well at all, which means MC helped whip him into shape a bit) and wants nothing more than a home-cooked meal. I think he's been so far separated from normalcy, he's starting to heal from what he's been missing.
I love that they've really written the brothers like a *family*. A wonky mess of a family, but a family nonetheless.
Overall, Nightbringer has really been doing good. Of course it has its weaker moments, but I've really been enjoying it so far. (Now if we could have the writers give a little bit more of that tlc towards the events, I'd be super happy).
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THIS IS HALLOWEEN
THE GHOST BOYS X READER <33
ALL PLATONIC
GENDER NEUTRAL PRONOUNS // THEY THEM!!
"THIS IS HALLOWEEN, THIS IS HALLOWEEN!" A voice cheered, letting out laughs as he ran alongside another boy. Whilst walking, Y/N would raise a brow at the sight of the local paperboy running alongside another. The invisible boy that nobody seemed to talk to in school. They were walking alone, clutching their bag of candy in hands. They knew who the group was, but talking to them was out of the question. Their eyes scanned the group, taking note of all the boys. People would call them mean or not, Y/N couldn't exactly remember the rumors that people would spread. Though they didn't care at all. It wasn't their business.
Continuing to walk, they tensed up slightly at the sound of footsteps behind them. They hadn't know who's footsteps they were, but they tried their best to ignore them. "Just keep walking. Just.... Keep walking." They whispered to theirselves, putting pressure on their legs as they walked. Before they heard a voice and felt someone tap their shoulder. Spinning quickly on their heel, they glanced at the boy that had tapped their shoulder. Finney Blake. One of the baseball kids of Denver. "Hey! Y/N, right? Your costume looks sick!" He complimented with a smile. He was nice. One of the more... nicer ones. At least when they asked about him in the schools. Standing with a rather confused look now, Y/N gave a slight smile in return to the other boys warm and genuine one. "Thanks... your costume's pretty cool too." Finney's costume almost looked like it was some kind of star royalty.
A crown of black and blue, a cape that had the constellations and stars all over it, dragging lightly behind him. He was wearing a fancy outfit too. Dark blue, purple, black and gold. It looked nice, Y/N could admit. Finney's smile had grown larger at the compliment, his eyes closing for a moment. "Thanks! I got help from Bruce.." He explained, motioning over to the baseball star, who was talking to a girl about two years younger. The baseball star was dressed as a zombie. He had made it so his left eye was no longer its usual shade of brown, but purely white with red splotches along his face. Indicating blood.
Bruce wore almost a replica of his usual outfit. A short sleeved white t-shirt with green sleeves, green collar, jeans and sneakers. Though it looked ripped. His shirt almost looked like a crop top, but it wasn't fully. His jeans were ripped too. One a full leg, the other like pair of shorts. His shoes and socks were normal. His stomach looked bloodied, like it's been cut open of some sort and he let himself bleed out. He had a bite mark on one arm, seeing as he must've been transformed into a zombie.
Y/N’s eyes soon landed on the local paperboy and the younger boy from before. The paperboy, whom they now realized to be Billy Showalter, was dressed as a makeshift wolf. Having what looked to be a headband with gray wolf ears on it, a belt that looked like a tail. He looked pretty decent. He had a red flannel on, black ripped jeans and a pair of sneakers. His flannel had only one full sleeve, but Y/N wouldn’t judge. Most werewolf movies always had ripped clothing. A soft hum escaped them before they spoke aloud. “All your outfits look good. I’m just a basic ol’ (c/c).” They explained, but Finney raised a brow. “Are you kidding me? Your outfit looks awesome!” He spoke happily, hearing a pair of footsteps walk towards him. Robin, his closest friend, but sometimes they acted more than that.
“Finn, you ready? Vance is close to stealing someone’s candy if you don’t hurry up.” The boy with the mask commented, lifting it up and letting it rest on his head, where his bandana would usually be. He wore a hockey mask, carrying a hockey stick with his bag of candy on the end of it.  "Oh. Hey Y/N!" He then greeted, giving a smile to the (h/c)'d individual. Robin was a relaxed kid, having no issues with anybody but a boy by the name of Moose. That kid was a douchebag, everyone knew that. Finally, Y/N's eyes landed on Vance Hopper. A kid who always got into more fights than Robin. They've heard the rumors around the school, but stuck to their own. Not like they cared about the rumors, it wasn't their issue to begin with.
Vance was covered in stitches. At least that's what it looked like. He had stitches all over his body. His arms, face, legs, hands. He basically looked like an experiment covered in stitches. It looked pretty cool. He had fake blood trailing down his face and head. He was complaining to Bruce and Amy, his eyes narrowed as he spoke, using his hands as he spoke. Y/N couldn't hear him, but knowing what Robin, Vance was getting impatient with how Finney was taking his time.  "Yeah, I'm ready! Oh! Y/N, do you wanna join us?" Finn answered before facing Y/N and smiling widely again. 
"You want me to join? I mean- if you don't mind. That'd be nice." Y/N spoke calmly, rubbing the back of their neck with the hand not carrying their bag of candy.  "We don't mind at all! Come on! Join the Halloween fun!"
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Being betrothed to Daemon Targaryen would include:
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A/N: my first headcanon! I don’t think it’s my best work, but hey, at lest I’m trying! I got a little carried away with this, but nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it!
SUMMARY: A little (big, to be honest) glimpse of your relationship with Daemon at the beginnings of your marriage.
WR: f!reader, mentions of death, murder and sex work, bad words, Daemon being a dick, misogyny, arranged marriage, toxic relationship.
WORDS: +1.8k
Him hating you at first sight.
After Rhea Royce’s death, Viserys feared that Daemon would try to stop Rhaenyra and Leanor’s marriage, so he betrothed his own brother to you, the oldest daughter of a Lord from far north Westeros.
With the prince far away from King’s Landing, everything went smoothly, and to say Daemon was pissed would be an understatement.
Unfortunately, you’ve become the object of his frustration: he even thought of getting rid of you, but held back; two wives dead on a short period of time would rise a lot of unwanted attention, and a politic conflict with House Royce would be a pain in the ass.
So, he contented himself by treating you the same way he treated Rhea Royce: in the worst way possible.
He couldn’t bear stay in the same room as you, never failing to leave the moment you come.
He didn’t even look at your way, and when it accidentally happened, he would make the most disgusted face ever, as if even staring at you made him nauseous.
His childish behavior lasted until the day of your wedding.
At the end of the party, Daemon didn’t hesitate to go straight to a brothel with the few soldiers from the City Watch that were able to follow him, and didn’t show up until three days later.
On the third day, he showed up, drunk, in the middle of the night, along with two prostitutes that later he brought to his bed chambers, not before giving you his usual disdain look.
Enough was enough; you stormed in on his room, spotting them naked on his bed, the bed that should be shared with you, his wife, and instead, he was sharing it the first women he found on a pleasure house, as if you were less than a whore to him.
You took the bucket with freezing water that you asked to your handmaiden to prepare earlier, and threw it at them; the girls shirked with the shock, and Daemon was ready to insult you, but he was too astonished to cuss when you started to yell:
“YOU TWO, GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!” the poor girls, completely terrified, scrambled theirselves, getting their clothes on while trying to fight the pinching on their skin due to the cold weather.
When they were finally out of sight, you turned to your petrified husband, if you could even call him a “husband”, and pointed at him:
“We are not having this conversation right now, it’s late and you’re drunk. So you’ll listen to me very well, because I won’t say it twice: you are going to sleep and tomorrow, first thing in the morning, we’ll talk about what happened here, do you understand me?”
Daemon couldn’t make out the words on his head, probably because of the alcohol on his system, all he could do was open and close his mouth repeatedly, which riled you up even more:
“FOR THE GODS SAKE, DAEMON! I DESERVE AT LEAST A RESPONSE!” you sighed deeply, throwing your hands in the air “You know what? I don’t care, just go to sleep.”
That night, the Rouge Prince went to bed like a child who had been scolded.
The next day, you made sure that Daemon wouldn’t try to skip on your conversation, so you asked for the maids to prepare the prince’s breakfast on a tray so you could bring it upstairs.
You weren’t shocked to see he was still sleeping: after all, he was completely drunk last night. Unceremoniously, you opened the curtains, immediately making Daemon grunt on his sleep. Getting enough of his slowness, you ripped the blankets off of him, finally managing to make him wake up.
Letting him eat a little bit of his meal first, you waited patiently by edge of the bed, sited with your hands on your lap. After a long time, you decided to initiate the conversation.
“I don’t care if you like me, love me or even desire me. Believe me, I couldn’t care less. But what you did last night was extremely disrespectful. Wether you want it or not, I’m still your wife. Do you really think I’m happy? Being married to you? No, I’m not! But I’ve never even once though to take my anger on you. You’re angry, I understand, really, but it’s not my fault if you’re in this situation. I didn’t had a say on it as much as you did! It’s unfair of you to treat me like that when I’m not even the one at fault!”
Daemon thought about your words silently, still munching on his breakfast. Indeed, bickering with you was a waste of time; also, it didn’t make his frustration go away, quite the contrary: every time it made him remember of Rhaenerya and how much he longed for her touch, attention and presence, which made him even more bitter.
However, Daemon Targaryen would never admit he was wrong, at least for now. So, he proposed a truce: both of you would bear each other’s presence, with no more bickering and no more tries to slay each other’s throat.
You left his bedroom quite satisfied; it wasn’t the perfect agreement, but making Daemon Targaryen, The Rouge Prince, know for his stubbornness, shutting his mouth and listening to you AND making an agreement? It sounded pretty much like a victory.
After the incident, Daemon wouldn’t lie that he was impressed by your attitude: most of women would simply turn around to his doings or they’d be so scared to confront him that barely a word would pass trough their lips.
However, you were different: you not only went against him but also threw freezing water on him! Do you know how many could live after that? There’s little a person can do to impress the prince, but showing him that your not afraid to impose yourself definitely makes him hats off to you.
Suddenly, he started to initiate conversations with you. Obviously, he didn’t go on a full dialogue with you, more like small talk, but still, it was a big progress.
One night, you found your husband sitting by the fire on your library, frowning deeply. You couldn’t help but stare at how his silver hair glowed with the fire’s light and how it’s glow sparkled his tired lilac eyes; suddenly sensing your presence, Daemon caught you observing him, which made you break out of your trance.
Trying to cover your embarrassment, with a soft tone, you asked what was bothering him; having no longer patience to act kindly, Daemon brushed you off, stating that “a spoiled brat like you could never be of help.”
“You’d be surprised. Try me.”
Daemon glanced at you, perplexed. Then, he laughed with disdain, sipping on his wine.
“Royce House is asking for an indemnity for Rhea Royce’s death. I’m her legal heir, so House Royce has nothing but their useless name. They require an absurd amount of money that even I couldn’t pay. And even if I could, I’d refuse to spend my money with the family of that bronze bitch.”
The Rouge Prince finished his cup before glancing at his wife; she brought her hands under her chin with a concentrated look. Not longer than a minute, she came up with an ideia:
“If you want them do give up on the indemnity, you should offer them something better than money.”
The prince scoffed “And that would be?”
“A marriage. After you, Rhea’s nephew shall inherit the Vale, right? But, our child will inherit both the Vale and my lands, plus the Targaryen name. There’s no way they’d refuse a betroth with such advantages.”
“That would be the perfect plan, if we had a daughter, my dear wife” “That’s exactly the point.”
Daemon turned to look straight at his wife’s eyes, astonished. “They don’t know we’ve never consummate our marriage, so they’d not have any other option than wait for the birth of our daughter. That way, you—” “Could keep the money and get them off of my ass.”
Neither of you noticed how suddenly the distance between you faded; Now, you’re staring at each other’s eyes while Daemon has a ghost of a smirk on his lips.
“So, a brat like me can, in fact, be of help” you said smugly.
“How can you do that?” he asked on a whisper “do what?” you asked back, the words barely audible.
“Surprise me more and more. Every time I think I’ve finally discover every single part of you, you prove me wrong once again. I must say I like that” Daemon confessed, laughing breathlessly.
“Well, it’s not as if you ever tried to know me, but I must confess that I enjoy getting to know you too.”
He suddenly went silent, so you got worried that you messed up, but the Prince was quick to brush it off “It is useless to say ‘sorry’ when you’re right. I’ve always tried my best to be the worst husband for you, and for that I’m sorry. I was frustrated back than with something that wasn’t your fault, and even so, I took my frustrations on you.”
You were very touched by his words; obviously, you didn’t forgave him out of the blue for every single humiliation he made you pass through, but to know that he acknowledged his mistakes made you hope that someday you could live a healthy relationship.
“Daemon, I’m glad that you—“ “Please, if I don’t say it now, I don’t know if I will ever again” he begged, resting his forehead on your shoulder.
He slid his hands down your arms, finally reaching your smaller hands, which he covered with his bigger ones. His palms were calloused, but still held warmth and a tenderness that you caught yourself enjoying.
Lastly, the prince looked straight into your eyes “I know you’re still hurt by my actions, but I want to let you know that I want to make this marriage work. The last few weeks were the greatest days since a long time, and I finally realized they were because of you. You fascinate me, and I want to keep learning about you.”
Your heart skipped a beat, you could no longer breath. You felt like your heart were going to jump out of your chest, but still then, you replied “I want to get to know you too, Daemon.”
BONUS:
“Now that we’re good, it was kinda hot when you yelled at me”
You looked at him, shocked “For the Gods sake, Daemon, shut up!”
“Yes mommy” “DAEMON!”
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