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All American Lace

nick moldenhauer x dallas blankenburg

a so it goes fic (7.3k words! def the longest i have ever written)

warnings: angst, insecurities, jealousy, slight physical touch, pettiness, mentions passing out, and I think that’s all but let me know if I missed anything

SUNDAY

“I really don’t think it’s all that crazy,” Nick states, his arm thrown over Dallas’ waist as they lay in his bed.

“Just because it’s crazy, doesn’t mean it’s bad. It’s very crazy if we get married. We’re only 19,” Dallas says through a sleepy voice. They’ve been talking about Nick’s proposal from a month ago. Dallas knows her answer, yes of course, but she still can’t get herself to go through with it. She’s too ridden with fear of their relationship failing because of an early marriage. She just needs a push, though. One push so she can say yes.

“So what? Nathan and Haley got married while they were still in high school. I know our relationship is strong enough to last through anything,” he brings out the big guns, referencing one tree hill, one of their favorite shows to binge together.

“That’s just a show, babe. It isn’t real life.”

“It can be real life for us,” he sighs, hand caressing her cheek as her hand rubs at his shoulder.

Screw it. She’s going to go with her gut and heart and finally answer his question. Maybe they can go browsing at thrift stores for vintage dresses. It is Sunday after all.

“Nick, I love you so much.”

“I love you.”

She kisses his lips, barely brushing against them.

“I will-“

“Nick! You have a visitor!” The couple hear the shout from behind the door.

Nick gives a confused look to Dallas before getting off the bed and getting dressed.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, walking out the door.

Dallas stays frozen, angered that her opportunity got ruined. She gets off the bed, throwing on one of his shirts that has his last name on the back, and follows her boyfriend. When she gets to the front door, she freezes, feeling a sense of discomfort washing over her. Her boyfriend was hugging another girl. Another girl who is absolutely beautiful. She has soft skin, long red hair, and the greenest eyes she’s ever seen. Her smile is beautiful and Dallas thinks she might be feeling jealous. Who is this girl and why is she hugging her boyfriend?

When Nick finally lets go of the unknown girl, he turns around and is quick to spot Dallas. His smile is wide, like a kid on Christmas.

“June, this is a close friend from home, Inez.”

So she has a name. Inez. It’s beautiful and rare to Dallas’ ears.

“Inez, this is Dallas my girl-“

“His fiancée,” Dallas interjects, reaching out her hand for Inez to shake.

“Fiancée? Wow, Nick, you never told me you were getting married. Congrats,” she cheers, although Dallas can hear the surprise in her voice.

Nick’s stuck on Dallas, silently freaking out that she just called herself his fiancée. He’s shocked by her words, not really understanding why she’d introduce herself with that title without even giving him an answer first. He shakes his conflicting thoughts out of his head, not wanting to open up that conversation at the moment.

“Yeah, my fiancée,” he pulls his girl into his arms.

“Well, Dallas, it’s really nice to meet you. I can’t say I’ve heard much about you though,” Dallas grits her teeth, her brain starting to create reasons as to why Nick never brought her up to his friend. She didn’t know that Nick hasn’t talked to Inez in months.

“I can say the same,” she decides to answer with.

“I guess that means we have to get to know each other. I hate to impose, but I really need to shower all the airport off of me. Do you mind, Nick?” Her voice is soft and sweet. Dallas finds it annoying.

“No, go ahead.”

Once she’s out of sight, Dallas turns to Nick with a questioning look.

“Okay, so who are we getting to babysit her while we go to the thrift stores?” Dallas asks, albeit a bit rudely, but she disguises it by leaning up to wrap her arms around his neck.

“She’s not a child. I can’t go to thrift stores today. I need to stay here with Inez,” he says softly. He’s bothered, she can tell by the way he barely touches her.

“It’s Sunday, though. We always go to the thrift stores,” she points out.

“Well, I can’t go today,” Dallas doesn’t know it, but by Nick not going, or suggesting they take Inez, he’s protecting their sunday tradition. He does feel guilty for breaking it, though. They always go to the thrift stores on Sunday unless he has a hockey game or other team requirement.

“Are you serious?” She spits out, already wanting to burst into tears. He’s never put her second to another girl.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he kisses her forehead.

“It’s whatever. I’m going to head out, stick to my Sunday tradition,” she mutters, throwing a low blow at him. The tradition did start off as her own, so she’s letting him know that it’ll always be hers even after involving him.

He feels his heart pang in his chest at her comment.

Dallas trudges through his room, collecting her items and dressing in her clothes. She walks past him, not even saying bye, and makes her way to her car.

If she sped all the way to her favorite thrift store while blaring angry Taylor Swift, well no one had to know.

Dallas hates to admit it, but being at the thrift store doesn’t feel the same without Nick. She kicks herself for being so harsh. She knows she’s in the wrong, and probably being too jealous, but she couldn’t help it. How could he choose Inez over her? Over their sacred tradition.

Sweet, perfect Inez. Dallas rolls her eyes at the mere image of her. Stopping at one of the mirrors in between aisles, she stares at herself. She hates that she’s letting herself dig a hole that she knows she won’t be able to climb out of. She takes a deep breath in, slowly breathing out every insecurity and horrid thought of the girl that now plagued her mind. When she opens her eyes, she spots an old wedding dress. It’s the most beautiful dress she’s ever seen. It has a bunch of lace and it was made in America. It’s also vintage and in perfect condition. A rare find. Dallas immediately puts it in her cart, feeling giddy at the thought of her wearing it when she marries Nick.

About an hour later, Dallas decided to head to checkout, purchasing the dress, a white button up for Nick, and a fancy watch for him as well.

Once back at her own place, in her room she finds an old box that’s ready to be filled with anything that has to do with their wedding. She feels a little crazy thinking about it, but she knows that she wants to marry Nick. She knows that she doesn’t want to wait.

MONDAY

Dallas opens her door to find Nick who immediately pulls her into a bone crushing hug. He noses at her hair, inhaling her addicting scent and kisses her lips a few times.

“I’m sorry. I love you.”

“I love you, Nicky.”

“I hope it’s okay that I brought Inez with me,” and just like that Dallas is back to feeling unwell.

She sucks it up, welcoming the girl into her home. She hopes that her smile didn’t falter enough to show just how much she didn’t like the idea.

“You decorate so nicely,” Inez compliments as she makes herself comfortable on the couch, opposite of Dallas who’s in Nick’s arms.

“Oh, thank you. A lot of it has to do with my roommate and best friend, Sienna. She’s going to be an interior designer,” Dallas says, trying to put on a friendly smile.

“That’s cool!”

“So, how long have you and Nick been friends?” Dallas asks, intertwining her fingers with Nicks.

“Since 5th grade! We have gone through a lot together. Nick has always been the one I do everything with,” Inez says with a sadness to her tone. Her smile isn’t as bright, but it’s still genuine.

“Wow, the 5th grade? That’s a long time. You must know each other very well,” Dallas concludes.

“We do! When I saw the instagram post of your Halloween costumes, I was very surprised. Nick has never really cared for Halloween and doing the whole couples costume thing. As well as when Nick told me he proposed on Valentine’s Day; I was in shock. I’ve never known Nick to like that holiday or be so romantic,” as Inez says all this, Dallas can feel her heart sink into her stomach.

Every word being spoken to her starts to fade out and she feels like the guy sitting next to her isn’t who she thought. To everyone it may have been him lying about those two holidays- that most people don’t even consider holidays, but a lot of pivotal memories happened during those events. Without even realizing it, Dallas stoically pulls her hand from where it was cradled in Nicks. Eerily feeling like a stranger in her own home.

Inez and Nick only spend a couple more hours with the girl, talking and laughing while everything continues to be reevaluated in Dallas’ mind. She tries to smile and converse with them, but she just feels so out of place.

It’s not until they leave that she feels like she can breathe. She has time to go through everything and think about how he technically lied to her. Why wouldn’t he tell her that he didn’t care for Halloween? She wouldn’t have made him dress up with her.

She moves throughout the day, but everything seems to pass her by. Even when Nick comes by later that night to bring her food, she’s not even present.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Nick cups her cheek, trying to get her to connect eyes with him.

Dallas feels her tears trailing down her cheeks, although she isn’t aware that she’s actually crying until Nick frowns in worry.

“She’s your best friend,” speaking those words is almost impossible. It feels like burning bile in her throat, because she’s supposed to be his best friend, but how could she when felt like she didn’t even really know him.

“What’re you talking about?” His voice is soft and low. He continues to wipe away her tears as they fall.

“Inez, she’s your best friend,” she whispers.

“What? No, no, she’s just my friend. You’re my best friend,” he corrects her, his head shaking furiously.

“No! She’s your best friend and I’m not. I didn’t even know that you don’t care for Halloween or Valentine’s. I feel like I don’t really know your true self. What else do you not like? What else do I not know about you?” Dallas rips herself from his hands, moving to her bedroom so Sienna wouldn’t have to hear them.

“We’re always learning new things about each other, so there’s a lot we still don’t know, but that’s what the rest of our lives are for. As for Halloween and Valentine’s, I never felt like I had to tell you. You love Halloween, so I wanted to dress up with you. You actually made me love it because it was so much fun. You love Valentine’s Day, so I wanted it to be as special as possible,” he explains, trying to hold her but she continues to pull away.

“That’s not the point though! You could’ve told me, because I want to know every little thing about you. I just feel like I don’t know you as well as I thought. It’s a bit off putting,” she says.

“Well, now you do know,” Nick tries to make light of the conversation, but it just makes her upset.

She wants an apology. She’s not sure if this whole thing warrants one, but it’d be nice to know that she isn’t overreacting and is understood.

“Can you please leave?” She shuts her eyes, not willing to let more tears fall.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, Nick. I need you to leave. You obviously don’t understand why I’m upset, so just leave,” she blurts out.

“Fine. I love you, June,” he kisses her forehead. Nick pauses at the door, waiting for her to tell him to stay, but those words never come.

TUESDAY

Dallas throws herself into all her schoolwork as a much needed distraction. When she’s not doing schoolwork, she’s working on dismantling and reassembling the wedding dress she bought from the thrift. She may be upset with Nick, but she is still getting married to him.

She uses one of the scrap pieces of lace from the dress to be part of Nick’s white button up. She dyed the fabric black, cut out her initials and stitched it into the cuff of the sleeve. For her dress, she only saved certain parts of it. She saved the bodice, part of the skirt, and all of the lace. She decided to add thin straps and rework the lace into a veil. She wants a very simple, light wedding dress.

In the process of distracting herself from her little spat with Nick, she goes to a jeweler to get Nick’s watch she bought engraved. “You are my forever,” sits delicately in cursive on the back of it.

There may be a little retail therapy included in her small trip, but that’s only between her and her credit card.

After having a quiet dinner and mini fashion show with her best friend, she decides that it’s not worth being mad at Nick. She has to get over it and move on, because at the end of the day she loves him.

She smiles when she nears his room, his voice filling her ears.

“Yeah, I don't know what was going on last night. I guess she’s just being insecure because you’re here,” Dallas hears Nick say to who she’s assuming is Inez.

She can physically feel her blood start to boil, her heart thumping and mind racing. Before thinking about it, she throws his door open. Nick turns to see her, his face going pale at the realization that she heard his words. The three stare at each other, waiting for someone to break. It’s Dallas.

“Fuck you!” She shouts, turning around.

“June, wait!” Nick runs after her.

“Why, so I can hear you tell your best friend how your girlfriend is so insecure? No thank you,” she spits.

“Well, what else am I supposed to think? You acted crazy for me not telling you about Halloween. You said how she’s my best friend! You called yourself my fiancée when you never even answered my proposal in the first place. Which by the way, makes me feel like you don’t even love me, so yeah sorry for thinking you were insecure,” he blurts out.

Dallas feels her tears spill, her body shaking with nerves. Is this really happening right now? It really hurt to be accused of being jealous just because she accepted his proposal. She’s also being accused of not loving him. She really was going to say yes before Inez even showed up. It’s not her fault they got sidetracked by the red head.

“How dare you say that I only want to marry you because of her! How dare you say that I don’t love you. And you know what, she is your best friend, because you’re here gossiping to her about me. I can’t believe you told her that instead of making sure I was reassured. I guess it’s only okay when I reassure you whenever you get jealous. I don’t even give you a reason to feel jealous,” she rants.

As she goes to walk out his door, he tries to stop her once more.

“June, please don’t leave. Shit, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told her that. I’m sorry for not being nicer about it, or talking to you about it. You’re the only one who matters,” he apologized.

“Don’t call me that anymore. You’re not my boyfriend and you’re not my fiancé,” she whispers, too scared to look up at his face.

“What? C’mon, please. We can talk about this. We can fix this. I can fix this, just tell me what to do. I’m sorry. I messed up, I know that, but we can’t break up. We’re getting married,” she clenched her eyes shut, not daring to see his tears. She knows he’s about to cry by the way his voice continues to crack.

Her back is to him, so he comes up behind her to pull her body into his. If it weren’t for the arm wrapped around her waist, she would’ve crumbled into the floor. She can feel his tears hitting the material of her sweater. It makes her heart break that much more. She hates that she’s hurting him, but his words hurt her. The way he openly talks to Inez about her as if she’s anybody but his fiancée. If roles were reversed, he’d feel the same way she’s feeling.

“No because apparently I don’t love you,” she throws his words back at him, having to pull away from him as his shoulders start to shake.

“Please. Please, I know you love me. I was being an asshole and I made a mistake. I’m sorry,” he pleads.

“I need to leave,” she says, walking away.

She feels like a robot on the walk back to her place. The cold bites at her skin, but it’s nothing compared to the way her heart aches and her stomach twists. She finds herself at Luca’s place, immediately sobbing against him when he pulls her into a hug. That night she watches the moon, silent tears falling as she tries to banish every thought she has of Nick. She can’t go home, not when there are traces of the hockey player in every single corner. His cologne and shampoo are embedded in her pillows. His clothes fill up a section of her closet. There are notes and pictures of them littered on her dresser and night stand. Ignoring him seems impossible.

WEDNESDAY

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Focus on classes, go to a Pilates class, and then start working on some designs for her future clothing line.

That’s Dallas’ plan. A solid plan that will stop her from drowning in her tears and guilt. It will also distract her from the multitude of phone calls from her brother and Kent. If only she knew that last night Nick called Blanks in shameful tears to tell him what happened.

Soft purring breaks the girl’s attention of planning out her day. She feels sir’s soft fur as he rubs against her leg.

“Hi, sir moldy. Hi cutie, mommy loves you,” she coos, caressing her black cat who isn’t so small anymore.

Her soft smile starts to disappear as she thinks about her cat not seeing his favorite person, Nick. The ache in her heart makes itself known again.

Snap out of it.

Dallas vows to stay out of her dorm the entire day until her eyes are practically shutting with sleep. Dressing in a cute outfit and putting on her favorite lipstick, she’s out of her door before she can second guess her plan. Who says you can’t be cute and heartbroken at the same time?

Her two morning classes go by without a hitch, the girl finishing any remaining assignments for the week within an hour after they finish. Her work ethic when she’s trying to distract herself is insane.

After a small lunch, Dallas finds the nearest restroom to change into her workout clothes, but when she walks out she sees Nick in the direction she needs to go. Everything around her seems to freeze except for him. His movements are sluggish and his eyes are tired. She turns the other way just as they make eye contact. For a second she thinks she sees him try to get her attention, but she doesn’t stay around to find out.

Dallas makes sure to take a heated Pilates class instead, needing to sweat out every issue that’s clogging her brain. It works but only for a couple hours. Eventually the sweat dries and now her problems feel tacky on her skin. She couldn’t go back to her apartment, though she desperately needed a shower. If she were to go back, she’d just get sidetracked by all the things her ex has taken over in her room.

She drives out to a lookout spot, putting her car in park so she can draw up new prospects for her clothing line. It’s a bittersweet moment. A lot of her inspiration would spark when she was with Nick. She has to remind herself that her clothing line has always been something she wants. It’s something that she has to be one hundred percent sure about. There’s no time for her to be hurt and in return be neglectful to something she’s worked so hard for.

She has to remember to be grateful for the things that are still in her life.

It’s almost midnight when she returns to her apartment, finding Sienna cuddled up with Sir on the couch.

“Nick tried to see you like a few hours ago. He told me to tell you that he wants to talk,” Sienna says, not even in her apartment for a minute and Dallas already wants to leave again.

“Of course he wants to talk. He can fuck off for all I care. I made up my mind and he needs to deal with it. He can go talk to Inez,” the girl says with an agitated edge to her tone.

“Look, D, you know I love you, but maybe you should talk to him. I know he fucked up majorly, but you should still talk to him,” she brings her into a hug.

“Why, so he can relate it all back to Inez like the best friend she is? So he can try to convince me that she’s not his best friend? I don’t need to hear it,” she spits, removing herself from Sienna’s arms. She heads to her room to shower off the day and sleep for as long as she possibly can.

THURSDAY

“Have you told her about it?” Inez asks Nick in the quiet of the library corner they’re in.

“No. Not yet anyway. I am soon because I know she’s going to be upset if I wait any longer- even if we’re broken up. Hopefully the breakup won’t last too long, though,” he responds, eyes cast down on the paper he’s been procrastinating about.

“She’s not going to be happy. Maybe you shouldn’t tell her. If she finds out we took each other’s virginities, she’s going to be so much more mad,” Inez says, reaching out her hand to rest over Nick’s. It’s meant to be comforting. Nick still pulls his hand away, though.

“Yeah, just let me lie to my fiancée again about something much worse than commercial holidays. No, I need to tell her,” he snaps.

“I’m just trying to protect you. She’s not your anything anymore anyways,” Inez sneered.

“Well don’t,” Nick feels that Inez is partially to blame for his whole breakup. It’s not fair and to some extent, he knows that, but he doesn’t want to blame himself.

“How’re you going to make up for the whole insecurity thing?”

“I don’t know. Grovel, probably or explain why I said it.”

“Maybe you’re just not meant to be. I mean this is kind of crazy to get upset about, especially when she claims she’s your fiancée,” Inez reasons.

“Don’t talk about things you don’t understand.” The conversation ends there.

The entire day, Nick is constantly looking for Dallas. Outside the rooms he knows her classes take place, at her favorite on campus cafe, and around her favorite spot she likes to chill and write at. No matter how busy it is, it still feels like a ghost town with her absence clearly present.

Dallas watches Nick as he looks around. It seems as if he’s lost, but she knows that he’s looking for her.

She saw him at the library with Inez. She watched the way Inez was talking with her expressive hand gestures and the way Nick's face grew red. Dallas doesn’t know that it was out of annoyance and not in happiness.

To Dallas, they looked so comfortable as if they’re the ones who've been dating for months. Inez’ smile was easy to compare to the breathtaking sight of the sun after a few gloomy days. Her cheeks were coated in a perfectly shade-matched blush. Her plump lips were the perfect shade of pink. She had the prettiest ribbon tied in her red hair, and she just knew her perfume was heavenly. Dallas so badly wished she was the one talking to Nick, covering his hand with her own.

She’s never been someone to be jealous as she’s so confident in herself. Now, she finds herself wishing to be Inez, but hating that she’s has got to the point of where she doesn’t want to be her own person anymore. She also hates the way she never gave Inez a chance, the way she never let herself like her because she’s so likable. Maybe her and Nick would still be together if she didn’t immediately feel jealous of Inez. Dallas feels like she’s going to go insane with the way she keeps bottling up her every emotion towards the girl and her ex boyfriend or fiancé. Nevertheless, she keeps walking with her head held high, well as high as she can get it without her eyes blurring with tears. That elegance and grace she’s learned through ballet comes in handy at this very moment as she remains in a balance of sanity.

She’s so close to entering her apartment building when Nick catches her.

“Dallas!” Her body freezes, literally not being able to move her feet, but she can feel her heart rate speed up.

“Dallas, please let me talk to you,” Nick whispers once he’s close enough to the girl.

“What do you want?” She turns to face him, avoiding his eyes.

“I need to tell you something and after that I will have no more lies or things I’m keeping from you,” he says, but Dallas stays quiet, afraid her words will come out as shouts.

“Inez and I lost our virginities to each other in high school,” he blurts out, waiting in tense silence for Dallas’ reaction.

Dallas feels her heart being crushed between his two fingers. She thinks there’s a big possibility of her passing out on the cold ground. At least that impact won’t hurt as much as this. She finally snaps her head up, looking at him with a glare.

“Look, I never meant to hide it from you. I just knew that if you found out after all that’s happened, you’d freak-“ he’s cut off by a sharp slap to his cheek.

Dallas feels her palm grow warm and start to sting. Her eyes are wide, shocked that she just laid a hand on him. She watches the way Nick’s eyes start to tear up. He knows that this is it. She opens and closes her mouth, not sure what to say or if she should apologize for hitting him. She decides to slowly back away, not able to get herself to turn away from him. She watches his distraught figure as she backs away, tears trailing down her cheeks.

Her body moves on autopilot, reality finally crashing over her when she enters her apartment. Sienna watches with fearful eyes, not having ever seen her best friend in a state like this. Dallas looks at Sienna, her tears still falling. Again, words fail to come out of her mouth as she opens and closes it. Then, it’s like all the shock dissipates and anger takes over. Her eyes are going dark and her features are hardening. She marches to her room, ripping open her closet door. She starts yanking hangers away from each other, throwing out each piece of Nick’s clothing.

All the withheld anger and sadness came bubbling out of the girl in the form of screams. She couldn’t stop it as she shoved every article of clothing that belonged to him in a box. Did 19 year olds act like this? Well, they do now. Poor Sir got so scared he ran to the living room as his mom cleaned every spot that’s been stained by her ex boyfriend. Her movements come to a halt when her eyes land on her wedding box. The tears crash on her with so much weight she falls to her knees, sobs wracking her body. Sienna’s quick to rush to Dallas, immediately hugging her.

“Hey, it’s okay. Let it all out,” she murmured.

“He lost his virginity to her,” she whispers.

Sienna’s eyes widen as she hugs Dallas tighter.

“Shit. I’m so sorry.”

“Am I crazy for being upset? I feel like it shouldn’t be a big deal, but I’m just- I’m so hurt,” Dallas says through sobs and hiccups.

“You have every right to feel the way you do. I’m here for you for whatever you need,” Sienna attempts to soothe her.

“I just- I need to go to my room and calm down.”

“Okay.”

Dallas lugs her heavy body to her room, showers and then neatly packs everything that belongs to Nick in a box. She debates on whether or not she should give him the wedding box, too. Part of her still believed that she should continue to hold onto it because maybe things will get better. Then, she thinks about the new piece of information he just blurted out and she wants to die all over again. She feels that familiar burn of tears in her eyes, so she does the one thing she loves to do when her brain is too loud, write.

Instead of writing in her journal, she decides to write on a single piece of paper. Instead of writing how she feels, she writes a letter that’s a semblance of a goodbye. It’s everything the next girl needs to know or love about Nick, written from someone who loved him probably too much.

THE LETTER

To whoever gets to love Nick next,

He will pretend to like something you love just to make you happy. Don’t get mad at him for hiding the fact that he doesn’t like it. Just love him for wanting you to be happy.

Nick loves hockey, so you have to love him as a hockey player. No matter all the insane expectations that come with it, or how he’ll drive himself up a wall just to be great at something he loves.

Nick is such a goofy person- even when it’s time to be serious. I think it’s because he loves to see the people around him smile, so don’t get annoyed by his untimely silliness.

If you ever get the opportunity to be given a gift from Nick, prepare yourself. He’s one of the best gift givers I have ever met. It just goes to show how easy it is for him to remember everything about someone he loves.

Cherish the vulnerable moments. Don’t take his feelings for granted; they’re a big piece of him and that type of information is hard for anyone to confess to someone they’re scared to be hurt by.

I love you Nick, and in another universe, in another lifetime, our love will have been enough.

Dallas folds up the letter and places it on top of everything in the box. She picks it up, every memory and emotion weighing heavily in her arms. She trudges back to the living room, ignoring Sienna’s worried gaze as she sets the box down by the front door.

“If Nick happens to come by, or any of the hockey boys, give it to them. Thank you,” she mutters, walking back to her room.

FRIDAY

“Dallas, c’mon! I know you’re home, your car is parked outside. Please, please let me in. We need to talk and I want to see our cat,” Nick shouts from outside her door.

When Dallas first heard the knocks, she was doused in sleep. Then she heard his voice, and she was suddenly wide awake.

“No, you’re not coming in to see MY cat. I don’t want to talk to you, so leave,” Dallas cracks the door open just a bit, so she knows that he hears her.

“Dallas, please. Please let me fix this,” he pleads.

“No!”

“Nick, you need to leave. Here’s a box with all your things,” Sienna intervened, handing the box over to him while Dallas sat on the couch.

Nick’s face falls, his eyes getting watery and he searches his mind for words to say. Sienna closes the door before he gets the chance to speak up.

“Are you okay?” She asks Dallas.

Dallas furiously shakes her head. “I can’t be here. I need to go.”

“Okay where are you going?” Sienna follows Dallas to her room, watching her as she packs an overnight bag.

“Buffalo.”

“Buffalo? That’s a bit of a drive. Will you be able to make it?”

“Yes. I don’t want to go to Ohio, and I can’t stay here. I’ll be back before Monday. Thank you for being here for me. It means a lot. I love you,” Dallas says, hugging Sienna.

“Of course. I love you, too.”

Dallas rushes to her car, but she’s still seen.

“D!” Dallas halts her steps when she hears Rutger’s voice.

“Hey, Rut.”

“Where are you going?” He asks, spotting her bag.

“Somewhere for some peace and quiet,” she says.

“How are you feeling? I know everything has been kinda shitty lately.”

“I’m holding it together as best as I can. I’m really hurt and I just need to get away from here for a day or two,” she explains, her exterior softening at Rutger’s sincerity.

“I’m sorry about everything. If you need anything, Luca and I are here for you.”

“Thank you. It means a lot, but you know I can’t. Umm… anyways I have to get going. Thanks for asking about how I was doing. I’ll see you around,” she moves to turn away, but he just pulls her into a short hug.

“No matter what happens, please don’t stop being our friend,” he whispers.

She nods her head, separating herself from the boy before the remainder of her heart shatters. She gets into her car and sets off for Buffalo.

The long drive was cathartic as she belted out lyrics to Taylor Swift- even through all her tears. She also got a ton of fresh air that she desperately needed.

It’s dark when she makes it to where she was going. The person she was trying to see wasn’t even home, so she spent a couple hours outside their front door. Dallas is sure she got a ton of concerned- even judging looks as she accidentally fell asleep with tears dried on her cheeks.

“Dallas?”

The girl startles out of her nap, immediately jumping up when she sees Owen. Owen Power, one of her favorite people. She collapses into his arms, her tears falling once again.

“What happened? Are you okay? Does anyone know you’re here?” He holds her tight.

“Blanks knows I’m here. I broke up with my boyfriend and I just needed to leave because I see and feel him everywhere,” she explains, the shattered pieces of her heart piercing through her skin.

“Let’s get you inside. You probably need some sleep especially after the long drive.”

After some much needed food and a shower, Dallas finally explains everything to Owen. He’s less than impressed, but he’s really good at comforting her.

“I don’t know. I just feel like this whole week I’ve been acting like some crazy girlfriend. Do you think I’m crazy for feeling and acting this way?”

“No, you’re valid. Except for the whole Halloween and Valentine’s thing, that’s not too big of a deal. He was just trying to make you happy. Now, him telling that girl you’re insecure and saying that you don’t love him was out of line. I’m sorry that you went through that, but I am glad I get to see you,” he tells her, bringing her in for another hug.

“Thank you for understanding. I’m happy to see you, too. Now, I need at least 12 hours of sleep, so goodnight. Will you be here tomorrow morning?”

“Yeah. I’ll make you breakfast.”

As Dallas falls asleep that night, Nick is beating himself up as he reads Dallas’ letter. The once neat paper is littered with tear drops.

SATURDAY

Nick is breaking many traffic laws just to get to Buffalo. It took Rutger telling him that she was leaving and a million apologies to Blanks to find out where she was. He was ready to lay his heart on the line, or in her palms.

Nick doesn’t know she’s staying with Owen, he just knows where she is. When he knocks on the door, he’s surprised to see a very tall man with long hair.

“Nick.” Owen knows him from Dallas’ instagram.

Nick recognizes the other hockey player, but that doesn’t stop him from pretending otherwise.

“Um, who are you?” Nick puffs out his chest, trying to disguise his true reaction. Owen is very large and intimidating as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Owen Power, a good friend of Dallas.” Owen looks down on Nick, a testing expression painting his features.

“Is Dallas here? Can I talk to her?”

“I don’t know. Can you, or will you just go talk to Inez?” Nick looks taken aback at his remark.

So much for a great first impression.

“What are you doing here?” Dallas asks, moving Owen out of the way.

“I need to talk to you. Please, Dallas you have to let me explain everything,” he begs.

Dallas groans, her hands going through her hair as she moves aside for him to enter.

“What could you possibly say to me?”

“I know you’re upset that I just told you about how I lost my virginity to Inez, but it didn’t mean anything and she doesn’t mean anything to me,” he swears.

“You made me seem like I was crazy for feeling insecure! You had sex with her and I know that was long ago, but you’re with me, but still had her come visit you,” she responds.

“I didn’t know she was coming! Do you think if I knew, I would let it happen, or at least not tell you about our past?” He questions.

“You still let her stay! That’s the difference. If she didn’t mean a thing to you, why did you let her stay? If I had lost my virginity to Owen and had you meet him because he’s my close friend, you would go ballistic. If roles were reversed, you’d be just as jealous and just as upset!” She shouts.

“Speaking of Owen, why would you tell him our business? Sure seems like he’s your best friend when you said I was yours” Nick scoffs, jealousy creeping up on him.

“No! No, you can’t get jealous not right now. See! This is what I mean! You can get jealous all you want, but the moment I do, it’s wrong. Screw your double standards!”

“I was the one who was insecure. I have been asking you to marry me for weeks and you still wouldn’t give me an answer. Next thing I know, you’re introducing yourself as my fiancée. I felt like the prospect of our marriage wasn’t important to you, like you were just playing with my feelings to see how far you could go before I blew up. I fucked up so badly because I thought you wouldn’t want to marry me at all. If you had eventually said no, our relationship would be ruined. I’m sorry, Dallas. I’m sorry for making it seem like she’s my best friend. I’m sorry for keeping things from you, and saying that you don’t love me. I’m sorry for everything and I just needed to tell you that,” he says, watching as she cries.

“Here’s your ring, I forgot to put it in the box,” she says, barely loud enough for him to hear.

He immediately shakes his head, knowing that if he takes back the ring everything will really be over.

“I can’t take that back. It’s yours. It belongs to you,” he tries to say it with conviction, but his voice cracks and his tears start to fall.

“I can’t have it either,” she pulls the ring off, forcing it into his hands.

His shoulders are shaking and his lip wobbles. Nick wants to hold her in his arms, but he knows she’ll push him away.

Dallas wants to reach out to him as he walks away, but she fears it’s too late to take back everything she’s said and done.

“Nick?” She calls his name and watches the way he turns around within that second.

“Yeah?” His voice is unsure. He watches the looks she gives him. Her eyes are filled with want. She wants that connection.

He quickly walks back to her, pulling her into his arms.

“Why can’t you fight for me?” She questions, hurt laced in her voice. Her hands connect around his neck and he can feel her chest heave.

“I have been fighting. Not hard enough, but because you won’t let me fight for you,” he answers, hands rubbing her back.

“Fight for me, please,” she begs, her way of saying she’ll listen to what he has to say.

“I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you. I hadn’t talked to Inez since before I graduated high school, so her coming to visit was just as much a surprise to me as it was to you. I’m sorry for being an asshole and telling Inez that you were insecure. That wasn’t my place and that wasn’t her business. I should’ve made sure that you were secure in our relationship, because that’s my job as your boyfriend.”

“Fiancé,” Dallas corrects him.

“Yes, your fiancé. I know you love me with all your heart, sorry for ever doubting that. Inez is not my best friend and she’s not even really a friend. Not anymore. I told her she couldn’t be in my life, because if she stayed, I knew you wouldn’t and I once told you that I can’t live without you. That stands true. I want you even if that means giving up everything else. I’m sorry, June. I’m so sorry for being so careless with us,” he apologizes, his tears falling into her hair.

“I accept your apology. I’m sorry for being so emotional,” she says against the skin of his cheek as she softly kisses his face.

“You have every right to feel angry, sad, or hurt. I was truly an asshole,” he states.

“I’m so sorry for slapping you, Nick. I hate myself for putting my hands on you like that. I swear I will never do that again,” she sobs into his chest, that guilt finally breaking her down.

“I deserved it.”

“No, you didn’t. I saw how much that hurt you, emotionally,” she whispers.

“I love you, pretty girl.”

“I love you, always.”

Dallas pulls away, taking in the boy she loves so much. His hair is messy and his face is red from his tears.

“June bug, I want you in my life forever. I don’t care how young we are, or what people think, because I know that our love is enough in this lifetime and the next one. We will always find our way to each other. Will you please marry me?” He pulls out the ring from his pocket and kneels on one knee.

“Yes! Yes in this lifetime and yes in the next. I love you, Nick,” she answers, jumping into his arms and kissing his lips for the first time in what felt like forever.

a/n: I absolutely loved writing this and I hope y’all enjoy it! The title is a little combination of “All American Bitch” and “Lacy” by Olivia Rodrigo as I feel those two songs resemble what Dallas was going through. It also references the lace of the dress Dallas thrifted, beautiful but also delicate.

#nick moldenhauer #nick moldenhauer x oc #nick moldenhauer x reader #nick x dallas #umich imagine #umich hockey #so it goes au

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noyzinerd · 2 years

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The new trailer certainly creates a window to make a plausible explanation for why Stiles isn't there.

I can imagine Scott yelling to bring together the WHOLE pack, because "We're gonna need everyone for this!"

Lydia, being the logically more objective one, chimes in that he's the only one who's seen inside of that thing. If they have any chance of defeating the Nogitsune again, they have to call Stiles.

The sheriff is quiet, but his hand is shaking at his side. The idea of that thing being anywhere near his son makes him sick and cold on the inside. Sheriff Stilinski was there for the night terrors, the fall out, he watched his boy lose his grasp on reality, carried him over to his bed after Stiles fell asleep at his desk after trying to stay awake for days. As much as it feels like he's already zipping his son into a bodybag, he knows they're right. They're right and he's outnumbered here.

Derek watches as the sheriff pulls out his private civilian phone with loose, trembling fingers. Right as he hesitantly starts to dial the number, Derek reaches out and snatches the phone.

"You can't call him."

Surprised, Sheriff Stilinski turns to him and asks "Why not?"

Looking the man dead in the eye, Derek simply says, "Because your phone is broken," and snaps the phone in half.

The whole room is shocked silent.

A moment passes before a teary, absolutely grateful smile spreads across the sheriff's face. "Yeah. I guess it is." And just like that, he leaves, because, well, it can't be helped.

An hour later, and the pack are watching back and forth, like a tennis match, as Scott and Derek continue to argue.

"You're being selfish!"

"I don't care. This town has taken enough from him already. I'm not going to watch as that thing taps him dry." While everyone had been busy grieving Allison, Derek had watched as Stiles forced himself to 'suck it up' and get better, jamming misaligned pieces together and duct taping over the jagged edges, because the pack needed him. He'd been running on empty for so long, looking out for the pack, there was never any room for him to absorb his own trauma before being thrown into some new bullshit. It's time someone finally looked out for Stiles.

As Lydia goes to pull out her own phone, a sweet, still mostly confused, but endearingly well-meaning, Eli immediately swipes Lydia's phone from her hands and smashes it on the ground before looking over at his father for approval, his head cocked to the side with an expression that reads 'Yes? Eli do good?'

Eli's face lights up at Derek's proud smile. If the kid had had a tail, it would have been wagging.

Derek turns back to Scott, undeterred. "Besides, don't you remember how powerful the Nogitsune was when it had Stiles? How do you know that isn't its plan? To lure Stiles to Beacon Hills. You'd be giving it what it wants by bringing him back here."

Scott grits his teeth and clenches his fists, but he concedes.

"Fine." Scott says, "But we should at least tell him about this."

"No! You know how he is. He'll want to get involved. That self-sacrificing asshole will find some way to get himself killed. And facing Allison again after-...You can't. We don't know why she's here or if she's another Nogitsune trick. I'm not putting him in a situation where he might have to kill her."

Stiles could be mad at him later. Derek would gladly take the brunt of that blame. At least there would be a Stiles alive to yell at him, so it didn't matter. As long as he had something to say about it, Derek was never letting Stiles step foot back in this hellhole.

#Sterek #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #mieczysław stiles stilinski #tyler hoechlin #dylan o'brien #2022 teen wolf movie #Best boy Eli #eli hale #Proud papa Derek

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La Media Naranja

This is a challenge fulfillment for the wonderful and singular @glitterypirateduck, the best COD curator on the internet! Ducks, I hope you enjoy my very first Alejandro fic.

Prompt: Do you trust me?

TW: female reader, vaginal sex, power dynamics, bad Spanish (I tried!)

You had been walking for the better part of the morning. The trees rustled as a stiff wind sailed over el Cerro el Sapo, the cold air tickling the branches of the mountain’s forest, making them rattle and shake. The swaying limbs reminded you of a million dancers, moving as one, waving to and fro, their boughs reaching for the cloudless, pale firmament.

It was nice to be exploring again. You were on a short leave with your team in Monterrey, and you had been convinced — perhaps strong-armed might be a better term — to go on a hike through Las Grutás de Garcia, an extensive cave system famous for its rock formations. The caves were only a few klicks away from the large car park, but hiking in the late winter had been interesting. There were no tourists, given that it was February, and you were mostly alone. Well, except for your guide.

When he had broken you away from the pack, he had done so on purpose. At the base of the mountain, before you had climbed so high, Alejandro had whistled loudly at the other men and hollered up the hill,

“¡Oye! Vamos a ver la octava maravilla.” Hey! We’re going to see the 8th Wonder.

“¿Con la novata?” With the newbie? Parra asked, a hint of something prying in his voice.

“¿Por qué no, cabrón?” Why not, asshole? Alejandro smiled so that Rudy could see his teeth, and although it wasn’t meant to sting, it certainly was a warning.

Parra didn’t respond to his colonel, but he made a face that seemed to communicate what it needed to. You weren’t sure what he meant, but you could make a guess.

Alejandro had been playing a dangerous game with you. You’d been sneaking around together behind your teammates’ backs, thinking you were being clever, but you weren’t. It was reckless, but you didn’t care. Spending time with him was like breathing; you needed it, and you needed it all the time.

Now, here you were, approaching the cave system, at least a few kilometers from another living soul. There were parts of the cave system that would be populated no matter what time of year it was, but your Alé knew the pathways the mountains kept hidden.

“¿Estás bien, Cebollita?” You okay, little onion? He asked you, helping you up a particularly tricky rock face.

You hated your callsign. When you were a rookie, you had been tasked with locating the drug cache of a well-known cartel leader who had just been apprehended. The entire compound you searched was empty, and there was only one storage room left that you hadn’t searched. You called your team over and opened the hold together. Except it wasn’t bags of cocaine behind the door; it was onions. Piles and piles of them. The stench was unbearable. You could still hear them laughing at you for making your “big discovery”. You’d been Cebbi, Cebolla, or Cellboita ever since.

“Don’t call me that. I told you —”

Alé, in the middle of helping you up the cliffside, stopped his assistance, leaving you dangling at his mercy. He cut his eyes down at you,

“Naranja, then?”

You stayed silent, and after he was sure his imaginary daggers had sunk into your heart, he pulled you the rest of the way up.

You sighed,

“I know what you think.”

“Oh,” spite dripped from his mouth, “¿Y qué es eso?” And what’s that?

You stopped hiking and put your hands on your hips, staring him down like a misbehaving child. He hung back, matching your combative stance.

"Alé, we can’t tell them. They’ll treat you differently. And me…”

You were in his arms before you knew what was happening. Your colonel was quick, striking like a snake, and he held you tightly to his sweaty chest, barely allowing your thin ribs room to breathe. His mouth was so close to yours, you could smell his breath: coffee and menthols.

“They already know. They laugh at us behind our backs because we are so obvious with this,” he lifted your chin and pressed your mouth to his.

You could feel his tongue slipping along the edge of your lip, teasing you and letting you taste his wet flesh. Alejandro’s kisses were so consuming. The rest of the world melted away and all that was left was the feeling of his jaw pressing yours open, forcing you to swallow his tongue.

Then, he left you, half-drunk with lust and uncertain about everything. But, that was what you liked about him. He was a carousel, spinning you round and round and round, letting you wrap your hands around his golden pillars, trying to find an escape and ending up trapped in his wild menagerie once more.

He marched on ahead, and you followed him into the mouth of an immense cave. It wasn’t until you were in the belly of the mountain that you realized how large the cavern was. The walls arched up in a ragged dome, dripping wet from condensation and water leaching from the porous sediment. It was cool, almost cold, and the darkness was dead silent. You walked around the edge, and a primal fear gripped you. What lurked there in the darkness? Something your ancestors had feared, perhaps? It was funny how your body knew when to be afraid. What a gift.

What else were you afraid of? Alejandro wanted to go public with your relationship, but sleeping with your commanding officer — and a colonel at that! — was the chisme to end all chisme. You’d never live it down. Your mother’s voice was in your head, screeching warnings about men and their power. You frowned thinking about how disappointed she would be in you, as if you had committed some sin.

“What is it, naranja? Las Grutás son maravillosas, ¿verdad?” The caves are wonderful, right? He smiled, peering up at the stalagmites jutting down from the ceiling, admiring nature’s skill.

“They are. I’m just thinking about you and me. What are we going to do, amor?”

He stood in front of you, his tanned face shadowed by the blackness of the cave, and the light that glinted on the little pools by the entrance dancing across his skin like tattoos that had come to life, moving and undulating in indecipherable patterns, making you dizzy.

He shook his head,

“I will do what you tell me to do. I may be your commander,” he brushed your hair behind your ear, “But, you are mine. If you don’t want to tell them, entonces me quedaré en silencio,” Then, I will be silent. He sighed, “Do you trust me?”

You knew he was telling the truth, and when you kissed him, it was a reward for his honesty.

You didn’t know what to do. He called you naranja, the other half of his orange, his missing piece. You believed him. You fit into each other like a key into its lock, and you knew that this was right. He loved you, and you loved him. But, your work would be unbearable. You thought about all of the looks and comments you’d get from the men, and it hurt you to your core.

Your commander felt your thoughts through your kiss, weakening against his mouth. He pulled away, telling you with his eyes that he would take care of everything. No preocupes, naranja. Soy yo.

Behind you, there was a flat rock, and you figured that was as clean a space as you were going to get. You sat down on it with him and let him tear away your shirt, button by button, watching your reactions the whole time. The cool air of the cave rushed across your chest, raising tiny bumps along your flesh. He saw them, and he pet them with the back of his hand so gently as if trying to make them disappear. Then, he pressed down into your bra cup and squeezed your breasts. Soft and rough, calm and wild. He was never just one way. There was always a mixture of angel and devil within him.

Alejandro bent down to take a nipple into his mouth. He nipped at your skin, licking it and sinking his teeth into you just enough to hurt but not enough to harm, covering you in his little love bites. You gasped, cupping his cheeks in your hands, feeling how his jaw worked against you, suckling at your tits and making you warm with his mouth.

“Alé…” You called to him with a whisper.

As if it was a demand, he stripped his shirt over his head, pulling it from his back. Your hands went to his broad chest, well-muscled and sinewy from years of climbing and fighting and riding through the mountains of northern México. You felt the hair that dusted his skin along his breastbone, and you ghosted your fingertips over his nipples, watching his breathing become labored as you did so.

He pulled you into his lap with an impatient hunger. Kissing your neck, his hands went to the round curve of your ass, squeezing and kneading it for his pleasure. You could feel his thumbs digging into the crease of your hips, pressing on your bones and sending electric, sparking signals to your core. You were already soaked for him, and your body recognized his desire like a dog knows the sound of its leash, ready to be walked, to be led on an adventure.

You felt his cock prod against your ass through his jeans. He was painfully hard, and you worked to free him. Alejandro, rabid as he was, pulled your pants down by your waistband and over the swell of your ass, jerking them down to your thighs just enough so that he had access to your warm hole. His hands were there in a moment, fumbling until he found you, and then, masterful.

His fingers dipped into you like an ink into a well, wetting himself to the knuckle. You didn’t need much coaxing. You were already soft for him, ready to take him inside of you, eager to coat him with your silkiness.

“Mi naranjita… Estás tan lista.” My little orange. You are so ready. He panted, his eyes hooded and dark, staring at you like you had betrayed him with your lust.

“Alé,” you kissed him, moving your loose lips across his mouth, “Tu verga, porfa… lo quiero.” Your cock, please. I want it.

With a little difficulty because of your position, he fisted himself, shaking his shaft free from his underwear. You put your hand between your legs from behind and helped guide him in gently, letting his drooling head rub your folds like a thumb in the center of a rose, rubbing back and forth over the dewy petals.

He was sighing in short, pained bursts as he pressed his way through you, and he looked as if he couldn’t believe what he was experiencing. His eyes widened, looking up into the ceiling of the cave with all of its natural splendor and otherworldly design, gazing up as if he would find Heaven, its gates wide open, giving him some sort of a justification for how his soul was being ripped from his chest.

Then, on purpose, you sank your weight into him, spearing yourself onto his cock, filling up your emptiness.

You gasped together.

“Mi vida,” he said, kissing you through his words.

You pressed your cheek against his cheek as you began to ride him, feeling him lift you up and press you down onto his length. The wet slapping sounds of skin on skin rattled through the cave, echoing on all the walls, filling up your senses.

“Más, más, más, papi.” More, more, more, daddy. You whined, whimpering in his ear.

Frustrated that he wasn’t in total control, Alé removed you from himself and laid your back on the flat rock. He cradled your head so you wouldn’t be hurt, and then he set himself to removing your shoes, his cock gleaming in the low light of the cave. Shucking off your pants, he set himself on the ledge and bent over your pussy, sucking your warm wet center with his lips and tongue, tasting himself there. You keened, moaning with ecstasy across the hollow emptiness.

When he was sated, your lover climbed over you and fit himself inside of you once more. The feeling of him pushing against your shivering muscles was addictive. That first kiss of his head on your hole was replaying itself in your mind as he sank inch after inch into you, growing thicker as he joined you in your body.

He was out of his mind now that he had you where he wanted you. He rutted into you, fervent and greedy, taking you to the edge and letting you ride there, almost at the breach of that static, spitting fuse, lighting you on fire.

“Let me come, Alé. Make me…” Just a little more and you’d get your wish.

“¿Por qué? Eres mío? Mi novia.” Why? Are you mine? My girl. It was almost a plea coming from your colonel. He was testing you, but you were done playing around.

“Dámelo.” Give it to me. You demanded, wrapping your hands around his neck and letting your nails dig themselves cruelly into his nape. It was enough to make him fuck you harder, and his tone turned vicious.

“Yo les diré. Sobre nosotros. Se los diré a todos.” I’ll tell them. About us. I’ll tell them all. He threatened darkly, letting his voice rumble through his teeth as he snarled at you, his hot breath scalding your neck before he sank his mouth down to kiss it.

He moved to your breasts, still exposed in your half-opened shirt, bouncing as he fucked you. His kisses were burning your spent nerves like a brand, and he took one of your nipples into his mouth and began to suckle from it deeply, moaning with satisfaction.

“Tell them,” you commanded quietly, ordering your colonel to make his dream come true.

That was the spark. He set you ablaze, and you tumbled over into your bliss, washed in wave after wave of a foaming, frothy orgasm. It bubbled over you, bursting up your legs and down your arms like uncorked champagne, tightening like a knot in your belly before slipping free inside of you.

You cried out to him, still clutching his throat in your hands. You weren’t aiming to choke him, but you had to hold on. Your body needed you to hold onto him, and Alejandro knew that need so well. He leaned into your grip, making himself vulnerable to you.

His eyes were staring right through you, watching you fall apart underneath him, making you scream as you clenched around him. Then, he shut his lids, wrenching them closed, furrowing his brow and he began to grunt louder and louder. In this moment, you felt like you had his life in your hands, almost like he had given it to you.

You told him, through a hoarse breath,

“Te amo, Alé.” I love you, Alé.

His eyes shot open at your admission, and he crashed through his own orgasm, spilling himself in your body. He coughed out a rumbling growl and a cascade of rhythmic moans, repetitive and satisfying.

As he came down from his high, he buried his head in your neck, rolling his forehead over you, nuzzling your throat, murmuring,

“Mi media naranja… mi naranjita.”

You felt his come slipping out of you as you sat up with him, feeling it pool between your legs. He held you to him, all messy and undone, breathing hard. He looked out through the archway window of the cave, and you followed his gaze. He was framed in the light of the sky’s glowing sun, pitch black on one cheek like a cut silhouette, darkened by the deep cave’s shadow, while his bronze cheek gleamed on the other side.

You let him kiss you again, to taste your own sweetness, and you held his hand. It fit into yours as if it was made for it.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 month

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AITA for not wanting to go on a walk and then telling the truth?

📚⛷️ for later

I (14f) am currently on vacation in the Alps skiing. For context, I have two younger brothers (12 and 6). What my family usually does is ski in the morning, have lunch, and then either ski some more or play board games together in the afternoon. Before, we used to go on walks in the afternoon but we stopped once we started getting better at skiing and got tired faster.

My mum loves to go on walks and regularly goes out. For the past few years she usually goes on walks in the morning when the rest of the family is out skiing as she has an injury that prevents her from skiing. Today I went with her as I am also injured lol.

My brothers and I do not like to go on walks. We’re very vocal about it, I do enjoy walking in the city (where I live) however and we all play a lot of sports so health is not an issue. This morning I decided to go with her and we went on an hour-long walk (It was snowing and the ground was very muddy, and my injury is worse when I breathe hard). She seemed upset that it wasn’t longer but she is the one who insisted that we go home.

This afternoon she drags everyone out on another walk. My dad and brothers were clearly exhausted (it was their first day and we had a 13-hour drive to come here) but my dad was a good sport and we all went out.

So now we’re all out walking and we keep the complaints to a minimum; obviously my youngest brother wasn’t very good at it but he sensed the tone of the walk and wasn’t too bad. After about an hour there comes a split in the path ; one continues straight and one goes directly up a very steep hill. My mom asked us what we wanted to do and none of us replied; I don’t know what my brothers did but I just looked at my dad. My mom then got very mad and said “Let’s just go home, you never want to do stuff like this” I argued that I hadn’t said anything, but apparently she could see it in my eyes.

While we walk back she was very mad still and kept complaining about how we never want to do stuff that she likes (sidenote: this summer we went on a 3-week long road trip where we went to Yosemite, the Grand Canyon, Sequoia National park, Death Valley, and Sedona; it was very walk/hike-heavy and it was largely because of her that we went). This is where I think I might be the asshole: at some point I got angry as well and said that she knows very well that we do stuff like this all the time, and why force us to do something that she knows that we’re not going to like? She has been giving me the silent treatment ever since.

Another sidenote since I’m trying to give all possible information: we always come to the same place since before I could walk, but always in winter. Mom been talking about how she wants to come here in summer a lot recently and is trying to sell it to us by saying how pretty it is and how many walks we could do.

Last piece of extra information: My mom had walked the entire valley that were in right now and back and least three times over the years ; the path was definitely nothing that she hadn’t seen before.

My brothers and I are staying in the same room at the moment so she came to say goodnight to the youngest only (this is not the right post for favoritism so I’m not going to go into that) and right before she left she looked at me and 12-year-old brother and just said that she knows that we don’t love her. I find this really childish and an immature way to deal with this.

Thank you for all the help

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 2 months

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14 & 23 for David x Reader. 🥺 pretty please, no particular genre in mind so you can use your imagination 🖤

Thank you so much for requesting, love! I hope you'll like this💜 it got way longer than I expected, and a whole bit sadder and angstier than I initially intended. Still, I hope you like this!

My requests are still open and if you want you can use this promptlist!

14. "Do you want me to kiss it better?"

23. "Why wouldn't I save you?"

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It had been three months since I met him, two since we started to hang out regularly. Two months since I met his friends, saw his place, and went out for dinner with him. And yet, if you asked me if we were a thing - whether that was a couple or a "friends with benefits" kind of thing - I wouldn't be able to answer you. We did things normal couples did. We went on dates, we kissed sometimes, we even had sex. And yet, he was cold and distant, and I could never quite read him. I didn't know what he thought of me, if he actually cared for me, or just saw me as a fling. I didn't even know if I cared about that - but even so, I think I would like to know. Just to know where I'd stand with him.

Even though I had many doubts and thoughts plaguing my mind, I still couldn't help but feel excited whenever I saw him walking towards me on the boardwalk. He was alone this time, his friends probably going off to torment some tourists.

"I didn't expect to see you so early," I smiled at him.

"You're not complaining, are you?" David asked, and I couldn't help but quickly shake my head.

"Absolutely not! Just surprised, is all. What are we going to do tonight?"

"We're going to the cave. Have you eaten yet?"

"No, I just got here. Can we get some noodles? I've heard about this new place, and I've been dying to try it."

"Sure," I didn't catch his smile. If I had, I might have known what he thought - if even for a moment. If I had seen, none of the shitshow that would go down later that evening would have happened.

We got some food ready to go, and before I knew it, we were racing down the boardwalk heading towards the cave. He was speeding a lot, more so than usual. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I refrained myself from doing so. I didn't know what, but something about him seemed as if he was nervous. I was certain that if I asked him now, he would not only not hear me, but he also would not answer me. I held on tighter, closing my eyes as he drove even faster. I didn't dare to look, too afraid to see that he might lose control of the bike, hit a tree, or worse.

I screamed as he suddenly, with great force, pulled the breaks.

"What's going on with you?!" I asked as I tried to catch my breath.

David ignored me, instead walking down the stairs leading to the cave.

"David! Answer me, dammit!"

"Come get your food."

I sighed. That man could be so frustrating! How much effort did it take to actually give a straight answer. "Oh sorry, didn't sleep well, didn't mean to scare you" or a "The boys and I had a fight, don't worry about it" could have been enough. It would explain everything. But no, he just ignored my question, left me at the top of the hill. Bloody asshole.

As I followed him inside after gathering not only my thoughts but also my courage, I froze. The cave was covered in candles, every where.

"David?" I called out, not seeing him anywhere. I jumped when he suddenly appeared beside me. "What's this?"

"You drive me insane."

I looked at him puzzled, my look enough to tell him I needed him to explain what he meant. He ignored my silent question, instead walking away from me. Not knowing what else to do, I followed him.

"How do I drive you insane? Do you really think that I feel any differently?"

David chuckled. "Is that you saying you want more out of this?"

"Maybe? I don't know? All I know is that I can't do this much longer. I don't want to circle around each other and not be anything to each other."

"I don't do love."

I froze. After two months, is this how he wanted to break it off? We're those two months, with dates, dinners, and sex really just that? Had I been an easy fix for him? I huffed, turned around, and stomped out of the cave. If he didn't want me, fine. He wouldn't get me.

As I ran up the stairs, I noticed how slippery they had gotten. It had started to rain. Ice cold streams of water poured down on me, but I didn't care. I had to get away. I had to make up my mind and choose for me, not for a man who was unwilling to admit he might have liked me - and not even brave enough to straight up say that our companionship - for lack of a better word - was over.

I ran up the final steps, yelping as I slipped in the mud. I slid far away from the stairs, and before I knew it, I couldn't feel the ground under me anymore. Desperately my hands tried to cling on to something, but it was of no use.

I fell.

And I fell fast.

I screamed.

I cried out.

I didn't dare to look down. I knew the cliffs underneath were sharp. I knew the water was shallow. I knew that this was it. I would die.

I closed my eyes, preparing for impact.

It never came.

Strong arms wrapped around me. Someone held me close. Held me tight. "You're fine, you're safe. You can open your eyes now."

"D-David?"

Why would he save me after telling me to go? As if he read my mind, he answered my question as he looked me over.

"Why wouldn't I save you?"

"You practically broke up with me."

He chuckled. "I had a poor choice of words."

I frowned. What in the hell had he been trying to say then, if this wasn't it?"

"What?"

"You drive me insane. Every single thing you do makes me want to worship the ground you walk on. You don't even know you're doing it. I don't do love, but for you -" he paused as he looked me over once again to make sure I really was alright, "For you, I am willing to try."

"You're in love with me? I thought - I thought you hated me! That -"

"Like I said, poor choice of words. If you want some eloquent poetic shit, you probably have to ask Dwayne or Paul, they're better at that kind of stuff."

I couldn't help but giggle, even though a part of me was still rather angry. Damn that fucking infuriating man. How difficult was it to say, "I like you?"! Was he afraid his carefully constructed image would crumble if he said so, or was he afraid someone would hear that he could was actually quite gentle and sweet and not a big baddie?

"Why the fuck were you so cold and distant towards me, then? If you love me-"

"I didn't know how to tell you."

"You are an idiot."

He actually looked a little ashamed before nodding. "Yeah."

"You do realise you really hurt me, right?"

"Yeah. I didn't mean to."

I sighed, nodding. I looked at my hands, noticing they were covered in tiny cuts because of the fall. I bit my lip, wondering how the evening had ended up in such a mess.

"Let me see," David took my hands, wiping some dirt off of them. He was quiet for a moment, before looking at me with a small grin. "Do you want me to kiss it better?"

A soft smile appeared on my face. As much as an idiot he had been, he was also sorry - and I know realised that the candles, and him being so distant had been because of how much he had tried to make a romantic evening happen, even though it was very much unlike him. As much as I still felt a little conflicted, I couldn't stay truly mad at him. He was sorry. So I looked at him.

"How about you just kiss me instead?"

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #tlb #dwayne #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #the lost boys x reader #lost boys

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Hii! How are you? How have you been? Sorry for bothering you, I'm new to your account and I saw you have really nice and good writings! I also saw your requests are open, so is it alright if I request Main four(Killua,Kurapika Leorio, Gon) + Pariston Hill reacting to their girlfriend be attacked by their enemies?fluff of course!!

Thank you so much, have a nice day/night <3

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This took long than I wanted, but I'm getting to my requests!

Gon Freeces

-He trusts your able to defend yourself, or if you are not physically capable of defending yourself, he'll fight for you.

-He's usually with you so much to the point it's unusual to see you both separated.

-But that's exactly what his enemies are looking for. That small little opening to attack.

-He tries asking you a question, but you remain silent. He turns to ask you again, but you're not there.

-"Y/N? Y/N!? Where are you right now?"

-You would tell him if you're leaving, but not a word was spoken to him.

-"Y/N, you can come out now!" There was a slight tremble in his voice that would have made you feel guilty for hiding and making him upset.

-Once you didn't respond he started looking for you, in which he found a note.

-The note said, "If you're looking for Y/N, she's been taken. We ask for a ransom of 3 billion Jenny. Once this is payed, you can find her at ____________"

-Not really a smart idea to put the address down.

-He immediately started to look for you.

-He found tou in that location, by yourself, tied up in a chair with a gag in your mouth and a blindfold.

-He took of your bindings and started hugging you as soon as you realized he saved you.

-"I promise I'll never let this happen again, ok?"

Killua Zoldyck

-He's... Even more protective of you than Gon is.

-You and Alluka are his main concerns and will do anything to defend you two.

-You all were out shopping, Alluka insisted to see something inside a shop. Killua told you to wait outside and that they'll be back in minute.

-However, when they let you were nowhere to be found.

-He tried calling you on your phone, but it just went to voice mail.

-He and Alluka tried searching around the area but you seemed to just disappear.

-He thought you might have been trying to ditch him. Did you just want to break up without confrontation?

-He goes home with Alluka either sad or mad, maybe a bit in between.

-He finds a note...from his brother?

-The letter tells Killua to either return home or he'll never see his girlfriend again.

-He's now furious, it was his brother this whole time? Why hadn't he thought of that sooner? It really didn't matter now, all he had to do was track his brother down and find you.

-It was surprisingly easy to find you, he just followed Illumi's pins and Nen.

-The second he freed you, he had his arms wrapped around your body, pecking on a few kisses her and there.

-"I missed you, I missed you... So, so much. Now, let's go home to Alluka OK? I want to see if your hurt or not."

Kurapika

-He is most definitely the most distant to you compared to the others.

-He disappears with no signs of where he went. Or he might leave a note or tell you he's leaving, promising to come back at a certain time, than ends up coming home 3 days past when he was supposed to.

-Honestly the only way you can tell he's still alive is Melody saying they're both ok and wish you well.

-So, it's not really a shock to come home and you're not there. Maybe you're out shopping, but it is really late. Perhaps you went out with your friends or staying at their house?

-He tries calling you just to check up on your well being. But... The call gets ignored and unanswered. That's odd, you's usually pick up. Were you trying to make him have a taste of his own medicine for ignoring most of your calls?

-He calls again, nothing. Now he starts to get worried. You might have lost your phone and that's why you weren't answering. Was your phone on silent?

-He decides he's just over thinking things and shouldn't loose sleep over it, that's what you would say, right? You'll show up when he's awake.

-However, he had difficulties going to sleep, and kept feeling as if something was wrong.

-When he finds you're still not there, he's now panicking. He starts asking neighbors if they had seen you. Almost all of them said they didn't, a few did mention a few people walking with you outside.

-He follows the direction where they said the group went. He started to feel more uneasy about the situation once he starts realizing this is leading more and more to where he thought the troupe currently was.

-He luckily found you unharmed and away from any of the spiders.

-"I'm so gald I found you before anything happened to you." He tells you as he squeezes you in a loving embrace. "I'm so, so sorry I wasn't there to protect you, but lets get out of here before the kidnappers come back, ok?"

-His thoughts of the troupe being the ones to take you were confirmed once you explain to him that's exactly what happened.

-He apologized again since he still feels guilty, but sadly does nothing about his random disapperences.

Leorio Paladiknight

-He's usually at school for docter work, at home studying, or sleeping. So spending time with him is rare, but you at least get to see him.

-He usually passes out at his desk, and if you're able to, you pick him up and drag him to bed.

-Even if you can't pick him up, you can just wake him up and tell him to get in bed with you. He often just says he's going to stay at his desk, and occasionally will follow you.

-So he found it odd how the next morning he woke up and he wasn't in bed. And even if he wasn't he would have remembered you waking him up to ask him to.

-He calls for you and gets no response. He then starts looking around the house for you, only to find a hastily scribbled note which reads the similar lines of a ransom note.

-His first thought is, "These people have a lot of nerve asking ME for money."

-Of course you're concern, it's just the audacity of these people.

-Anyways, he starts searching for you even texting his friends to be on the lookout for you or anything that could be hinting to your capture.

-The search only lasted a few days before he got a call from the police saying they caught the kiddnappers and you, along with a few other people were found.

-The criminals were apparently taking people who were related to Hunters to try and get paid in good money.

-He runs up to you crying and hugging you like he never has before. He's Also glad your unharmed and not on the verge of death from dehydration and starvation.

-He promises to take a few days off of school to spend with you.

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simpinggforeverything · 6 months

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Two Voices for One Soul

Summary: When everything is crumbling and the world I used to know leaves me craving the feeling of salvation, I quickly lose all hope in life. And what if my salvation doesn't exist anymore?

Warnings: suicidal thoughts mentioned

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“I feel like I’m dying“ I suddenly blurted out, under the night sky in the part of the hills Loki and I enjoyed the most.

“Huh?“ Loki stared down at me with confusion, wondering why on earth I would say that. In that moment, he forgot about the beautiful view and became concerned for me. “You’re… not dying, are you?“ He knelt down beside me, placing a hand on my shoulder to get my attention.

“I might as well be“ My gaze was fixed on the moon in front of us, yearning to be freed.

Loki frowned and looked down at the ground, seemingly deep in thought. I wasn't sure if he was thinking about what I said or something else entirely. After a moment, he shook his head and turned back to me. “What do you mean? Is something wrong? You can talk to me…“ He paused, considering his next words. “…if you want to, that is.“

I then slowly stood up, walking over to the edge of the hill we were on, only to come to a halt and stare down “Falling is like flying“ I uttered, lost in thought “only with a different destiantion“.

Loki stood up and moved to stand beside me, peering down over the edge of the hill. His expression remained calm, though his eyes flicked over to me in concern. “You know…you might not like this destination either.“ He paused, then took a step closer to me. With a bit of hesitation, he placed his hand on my shoulder and gazed at me earnestly. “Could you maybe elaborate on that… for me?“

“Maybe not…“ I mused quietly, eyes narrowing slightly “But I don’t like this destination either“ meaning my life.

Loki sighed as he realizes exactly what I was referring to. Even though he wasn't not sure how to respond, he didn't turn away or let go of my shoulder. In fact, he pulled me a little closer, making sure my back was safe against a larger portion of his chest.

“But… it’s better than falling in my opinion.“ He said softly. His gaze remained level as he looked at me with a soft expression. “And there’s still so much to live for.“

“Not for me“ I said, feeling his broad chest against my back but an invisible pull towards the edge at the same time.

Loki remained silent for several seconds, then took a deep breath and spoke up. “I… I understand what it’s like to not want to keep going.“ He paused again and closed his eyes for a moment. Though he felt hesitant to say it, he opened his eyes and continued to look at me. “…to want to just jump…“. The tension was almost palpable.

“But please, please don’t. As somebody who had those same thoughts, I can tell you…“ He trailed off for a moment before speaking again, his tone becoming more intense. “…you will survive this.“

“What if I don’t want to survive this“ I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I stared longingly down the hill.

Loki’s breath hitched and his expression darkened as I spoke again. His hand tightened around my shoulder and he took another step closer.

“If you want the truth“ He paused, seeming hesitant to tell me what he was really thinking. But he continued nonetheless, wanting to help me get through this. “I would rather you survive and get through this tough part of your life than… not survive.“

He held his gaze on me sternly, seemingly willing for me to choose to live. The full moon above was the only source of lighting, casting his face in shadows.

My gaze was attached to the trees beyond the hill and the rustling leaves as the wind howled a song of ist own.

Loki sighed and his grip on my shoulder loosened, but his touch didn't move away. “That does sound like a nice tune…“

He looked back down to me, peering at my profile with a mixture of concern and admiration. He was uncertain of whether I was even aware of him right now; my eyes seemed so focused on something beyond. “But it’s too early to leave the concert, don’t you think?“

I shook my head unnoticeably, breathing in the fresh air this quiet night provided the both of us with “You always had your way with words“ My voice was gentle but quiet.

Loki remained stilmeseveral seconds as he watched you. His own gaze was soft as he stared down at me, but his eyes were sharp as they carefully analyzed my expression.

Then, finally, he spoke gently, “You know I’m here for you no matter what.“ His tone was firm but his eyes remained soft. “No matter the day or time, I’m here.“

A long pause followed these words before he continued. “And I don’t want to have to hear an encore of this particular song.“

“Maybe you speak truly“ I said in a whisper, clearly captured in my own mind “but I haven’t decided yet, whether to continue this show or not“

Loki sighed and his expression softened further. He got closer to me, his body now beside mine. His knees bent slightly as he eased himself onto a sitting position, seemingly unwilling to let me leave his sight. “Well… why don’t you stay for tomorrow? Give it one more chance.“

He paused and gestured towards the sky. “Who knows, you might actually get to the best part.“

“The best part has already been played“ I made my statement without putting too much thought into keeping myself quiet in terms of this topic. My mind already set. “The choir and the musicians lost their love for music long ago…“

Loki’s gaze was gentle but his expression remained serious and focused on me. “They may have lost the spark for a while, but that doesn’t mean they’ll never get it back.“

He paused for a moment as he considered his words. “You could be the spark that reignites their flame.“ He reached out to brush my hair away from my face. “And you, my dear, are certainly not finished singing yet.“

His words stung for a reason unknown to me, but thanks to my pride, I kept in the few tears that threatened to escape my eyes “I have lost my voice long ago, Loki. I am tired of singing the same song all over again“

Loki’s eyes flickered with worry as he heard my voice crack. He pulled me closer until my back is resting fully against him and he could feel the heat of my tears against his shirt. With one hand, he used his thumb to gently wipe away some tears as the other one stroked my hair away from my eyes. “Darling…“

That word seemed to draw out the worry in Loki’s tone even further. But after a moment, he softened as a smile spreads across his face. “…do you really believe the first song was your best?“

The way he whispered ‚Darling‘ got my heart beating hectically. For a short second I lost myself in his voice and the meaningful tone it spoke to me. “Some singers aren’t meant to be famous“ I put on a small smile, which was laced with sadness and despair but I kept on my front, caused by my fear of the unknown maybe.

Loki chuckled quietly as he continued to stroke my hair. His voice remained soft as he leaned his head against mine. “But just because your story isn’t meant for fame doesn’t mean it’s a story not worth telling.“

His tone became a little more serious, but still quiet and gentle. “It took me a while to realize this, but life isn’t about fame. It’s the small moments, the little decisions and conversations you share with other people… those are what make life something worth living.“

Feeling him leaning on me in more way than one, was what finally got me to show my real face. In a shaky voice and an expression ridden with defeat, I whispered “I’m too exhausted to sing anymore, Loki…“

Loki’s voice softened and his eyes grew wide with concern, his gaze now fixed on my face. His expression was tender and loving, his eyes filled with affection as he tried to comfort me.

He leaned even closer to me, now whispering quietly into my ear. “Darling, I know you’ve been through a lot lately. More than I might ever understand… but your voice… it was the first song in my life I ever wanted to hear again.“ I admired the way his eyes shone in the dark night.

“And I’m not ready, not yet… for it to be silent.“

I let my gaze wander to his eyes and found nothing but the truth in them. And I had to admit it took my breath away.

Loki’s gaze remained steady as he looked into my eyes. In that moment, he noticed so many things… the way my eyes flickered with emotion, the way my pupils swelled as I looked at him. How my lips were pressed together, the slight tremble in my voice. He knew that behind that mask of sadness was someone that simply needed to be comforted and shown that they were loved.

He sighed softly, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me into a tight hug. In that moment, none of the worries and troubles seemed to matter to him.

I was overwhelmed by the sheer atmosphere of this moment, not being used to the feeling of comforting arms wrapped around my form. At a loss of words, I simply let myself being held by the one I’ve known for all my life and would want to keep in it until the last tune was played.

Loki smiled and leaned closer, resting his chin on the top of my head. With the moonlight as the only source of lighting, the two of us seemed completely alone in the world. This was a feeling that neither of us had felt in a long time.

Loki slowly ran his fingers through my hair as we hugged each other for what… maybe it was only a minute. Or several. This time felt infinite, and neither of us wanted to end it.

Eventually, Loki’s eyes drifted slightly up to the sky and his tone became a little calmer. “You know… you were right earlier. Tonight is special. Almost as if it’s made for people like us.“ He chuckled at his own remark. “Maybe that’s why we spend so much time here.“

He looked back down at me with a fond smile, his eyes taking in the peaceful view of the sky above. His voice became soft once more and tender as he spoke again. “You know what else will be special?“

“Enlighten me“ I uttered softly, looking at him as if he had hung up the moon and the stars himself.

Loki smiled and leaned down to give me a soft kiss on my cheek before looking back up at the sky. “You and me… under this sky that was made for us. That’s the most special thing there will ever be.“

He continued to look above, his gaze soft and tender as he rose his voice to say. “There’s just one problem… maybe I’m getting a little tired of singing by my lonesome.“ He sighs and looks back down at you, his voice becoming a little cheeky. “Do you think maybe you could help me out?“

My expression turned into a more light-hearted one and with a small smile I mused “You mean as in a duet?“

Loki laughed and gave me a playful nudge to the side. “I like how you think, my dear. And who knows, if it goes well we might even become a band.“ His voice was soft and teasing. “Think about all the songs we’d be able to sing.“

He paused for a moment as a thought occured to him. “But let’s do it now, while we’re still on the perfect stage.“ He gestured over to where we were gazing at the sky. “Don't you think?“

My heart warmed at the prospect of a future with him. “And what would the song be called?“

“Hmm…“ Loki mused over this question and looked at me with a grin. “Maybe it could be called ‚Two Voices for One Soul‘ or something like that.“ He halted for a second and then added on with a slight chuckle, “…we can work on the title later.“

I looked at him, dreamy eyed and smiled a genuine smile “I very much like that“

#loki laufeyson #loki x reader #marvel #oneshot #loki x y/n #loki laufesyon x reader #loki x you #romance #tw depressing thoughts

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journey-to-the-attic · 1 month

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3rd anni req 9: [DRAGON AU] lucifer / bonding

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note: quick note/clarification just in case: ik has nicknamed lucifer and mammon "boss" and "goldie" respectively, so those are the dragons she's referring to in her narration!

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“I’m not having any part in this,” Lucifer had said. “This is to be your responsibility only,” He’d said.

He’s… not entirely sure how this happened in the first place. At some point over the last few weeks, he’s gone from disapproving overseer of Mammon’s inexplicable adoption of a human child, to that same child’s primary caretaker.

Mammon is usually in charge of finding her a spot to sleep, but it’s Lucifer who makes sure she eats at the same times as them, or escorts her to the stream every morning so she can wash her face. Occasionally, he brings her strangely-shaped rocks, or sticks and flowers from the forest, so that she has something to play with.

He’s not sure why he feels the need to intervene. He’ll blame Mammon’s incompetence - and the child’s rather unhappy habit of walking straight into mortal danger.

The latest in her series of mishaps involves fish, a river, and a very panicked Levi. Lucifer is - as usual - surveying the territory when his brother comes racing up the hill, and dumps the human in a soggy heap at his feet.

“What now?” He asks, mildly aggravated, then pauses. This isn’t the first time she’s taken a tumble, but this is the sorriest state he’s seen her in so far.

“It’s not moving!” wails Levi, bounding in distressed circles and getting water all over the rocks. “I think— I think I killed it, Lucifer!”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” He replies, a little distracted by his running. “What hap— will you stop that?!”

Levi skids to a stop. His barbels twitch anxiously.

Lucifer ducks down and nudges the child with his snout. When she doesn’t respond, he puffs a cloud of smoke into her face, then tries again. This time, she makes a bubbly sound.

“Is it alive?” Levi asks anxiously.

“Stop calling her an it, Levi,” He grumbles, then straightens up. “She’s fine.”

“Oh. Okay.” Levi relaxes. He regards the little human for a moment - nose twitching - then flicks his tail and bounds off again.

Lucifer watches him go and heaves a silent sigh. He’s been seeing a new, fickle side to his younger brothers as of late. They can’t seem to decide whether or not they enjoy their new ward’s company.

Well, except Mammon. Perhaps this is the upside of being simple-minded - he doesn’t seem to care about everything that comes attached to the word ‘human’ for dragons like them.

Lucifer isn’t so naive, but it’s hard to look at this half-drowned little creature and think ‘dangerous’. It’s even harder to think ‘cruel’, ‘murderer’, or anything else in between. Still - best not get too attached.

“Up you get.” He attempts to nudge her to her feet. She just coughs pitifully and slumps back onto the ground. “We can find you a sunny spot to dry off in.”

The child - predictably, considering she can’t understand him - doesn’t move. She looks rather ill, actually.

Lucifer thinks for a while. The child blinks up at him with far-too-large eyes as he clicks, ignites the fire in his chest, then settles down beside her.

“Don’t get used to this,” He warns her, which is completely futile, and he knows it. “It’ll be a hassle if you get sick.”

The human doesn’t respond, of course, but manages to prop herself up enough to huddle closer to his side. He finds himself blowing idle smoke rings as he waits for the heat to dry her off.

“Be more careful next time,” He says after a while. “Leave the fishing to Levi.”

The child looks up at him cluelessly, then makes a series of chirpy noises. This is, in particular, is something new to him - he’s used to hearing human language from a distance, in gruff shouts from steel-clad giants, or shrill shrieks from beige-clothed merchants.

The way the child talks is almost musical, lilting from one register to another. The strangest part is that, sometimes, he feels like he might understand.

He supposes he’s a little glad that she doesn’t seem frightened by the growls of dragon-speak. He’s found himself unconsciously making adjustments, anyway - speaking softer, trying not to make the sounds too harsh, as if trying to imitate a human register.

He’s almost dozed off by the time he remembers why he lay down in the first place. He looks down. The child’s gone and fallen asleep, still curled against his side. For some reason, the sight makes him think of baby ducks.

Lucifer contemplates this for a while. Well, he supposes there’s no helping it. Humans must get their rest, especially small ones - otherwise they won’t grow properly.

Which means he might as well stay here. If he’s needed for something, surely it can wait.

Boss definitely seems like the most frightening dragon of the lot, but he’s actually pretty easy to get along with - as long as you follow the rules. If he starts rumbling, proceed with caution. If he’s blowing smoke rings, you could start hitting him and he won’t even care.

At least, that’s the impression I have. My fists are of inconsequential force to a dragon with near-impenetrable scales, though, so he might not have even noticed.

Living with dragons is a lot more ordinary than I thought. I had images in my head of them smashing mountains and eating boulders for fun, but mostly they just hang around and play - just like people do.

Apart from Boss. He seems to spend most of his free time standing silently on the mountain peak, staring out into the horizon. Sometimes he goes out hunting, and sometimes he goes for a fly around the forest, but mostly he just… watches.

He’s much more considerate than he looks at first glance. Less brutal killer, more affable-but-irritated caretaker. I knew all the dragon horror stories couldn’t possibly be true, but it’s nice to be vindicated.

I want to try returning the favour, but I’m not sure there’s anything I have - or can get - that a dragon would want. So I pay a little extra attention to what he gets up to the next day, and I note something useful.

Sometimes, while he’s land-watching, the wind whistles through the mountain ridges in just the right way to produce a little song. When that happens, he closes his eyes, and puffs out contented little smoke rings until he notices someone looking. So…

Goldie has a lot of shiny things in his cave. I don’t quite dare touch his main hoard, but he leaves a lot of the less precious-looking things unorganised by the walls - which means there might be something I can use there.

He’s clinking happily through his coin collection when I slip into his cave. He grunts in greeting, then goes back to organising them by colour.

“Hi, Goldie.” I stoop and squint at something small and bony-looking. “Do you think you have a flute or something around here?”

He tilts his head to the side. “Rhh?”

“It’s— ah, don’t worry. I’ll figure it out.” I set aside something that looks like a watch face. “...oh!”

A pan-flute - it’s a little dusty, but not damp at all. I try blowing an experimental little melody. I’m no maestro, but I still think it sounds lovely.

Goldie makes a chittering sound. His spines flatten back as I test just how high the pipes can go.

“Oh— sorry!” He makes a show of ducking down and covering his head with his wings. “Did I hurt your ears?”

He peeks a single blue eye out and trills. It’s funny - neither of us really know what the other’s saying, but we always seem to get the message across anyway.

The next day, as soon as I notice him flapping off to find a vantage point as usual, I scramble after him. I don’t know if I’m imagining it, but I feel like his spot today is a lot easier to navigate up to than usual - less vertical rock faces, less jagged edges.

I sit down on the ledge beside him. He’s radiating heat, as always - his crimson eyes flick down to me, and stay there.

“I’ve got something to show you,” I announce, then pull out the pan-flute. “Listen.”

His tail flicks cautiously. I bring the flute to my mouth - slowly, so as not to alarm him - and play him a little tune.

Just as he does when the mountains whistle, he closes his eyes and relaxes. The smoke rings come soon after that.

I play through all the tunes I can think of, then improvise a few new ones. Some time after I lapse into silence, Boss opens his eyes again.

Something about him seems to have shifted. A little nervously, I give his dark scales a pat. He snorts (there’s another puff of smoke), but doesn’t look irritated at all.

“Do dragons have names?” I ask him. He just looks at me.

I tilt my head to the side, as if listening to something, then point up at him. He stares for a little while longer, then makes a rough, crackling sound, and looks off into the distance again.

Then he looks at me. Then to the sky. It takes several more tries before I realise he’s trying to draw my attention to something.

“Sun?” I muse. “Is that your name?”

He doesn’t react. I try again. “Sunny?”

Nothing again. What else do you call the sun that’d make a good name for a dragon? “Hmm… Morning-star?”

Or something that means the same thing?

“Lu…cifer?” I try.

He blinks. Then his wings flick up, and he exhales - blowing what I can only assume is a pleased puff of smoke into my face.

I beam up at him. “Do you wanna hear another song?”

I don’t know how much of the question he understands, but his eyes light up when I pick up the pan-flute again. He settles down in that way that so reminds me of a cat, and lifts a wing to shield the bright morning sun from my face.

Lucifer likes music. That’s good to know.

#3rd anni event #dragon au #obey me lucifer #jtta ik #obey me mammon #jtta aus #writing

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prof-ramses · 23 days

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This is a very real SM theory

What I've stumbled across this time is, I'll admit, completely batshit on the face of it. BUT, if you follow my flow of logic, I think you'll actually be more convinced than you'd expect

So, what is it that set my theorist mind off? Well, the character we knew we were meeting this episode, Aaron (which is apparently the name of Ross's dad in that model sheet)

We only see him twice (and no, your eyes aren't playing tricks on you, his tattoo changes what arm it's on between scenes) and in those scenes, he's mostly silent and is notably not paying attention to Jaune, despite her talking with their obviously distressed shared friend in the first scene and is separated from Jaune by the cinematography in the second scene.

From what we've seen of Aaron, both in this episode and the TT photos, he isn't very expressive, but he still shows his feelings through movement, or rather, a position in the photos, something absent in his present self.

So, what, if anything, lead to this seeming slight rift between Aaron and Jaune?

Well, we could assume it was something after Ross's birth, but could we narrow it down further? Yes, yes we can, mainly due to the first bomb I'm about to drop on you.

Jaune is a cult spy

Yes, I'm dead fucking serious. Let's look over the way the cult operates, shall we? They carefully monitor anything related to their plans while other members are on stand by, should something go wrong. How does this tie to Jaune?

Simple, she's the one keeping tabs on Lila, Ignacio does live closer, but is so abrasive, he could never get close enough to someone for intimate spying. Jaune on the other hand, as Lila's best friend, could theoretically keep tabs on certain aspects of Lila's life.

The next obvious question is why. Why would Jaune spy on Lila for a cult? Well, she wouldn't. She would, however, keep a close eye on her friend if someone else close to said friend, like say, said friend's husband, expressed concern for her emotional well being.

I know I'm probably losing some of you now, but this is where we get to another insanely counter intuitive yet convincing claim.

Jaune isn't spying on Lila because Lila's husband asked her, she's spying on Lila because she doesn't want Lila to know that-

Jaune had an affair with Lila's husband

I KNOW, I KNOW, I sound like Dale from King of the Hill right now, but I swear to you, this will all click together by the end.

Picture this, Jaune, a heavy drinker, is over at her friend's house one night when Lila's husband starts coming onto her and you know what happens, this goes from a one off event, to a semi-regular ritual for the pair. Some time later, he tells Jaune that he's worried Lila might catch on, and encourages her to carefully pay attention to any sudden mood shifts and.... share them wit ha trusted associate of his.

So, now that I've established the logic of this happening and that it will likely come into focus at some point, but what does this have to do with Aaron's detachment and how could it come into play?

It's not just that Aaron knows Jaune cheated and will reveal it to Lila, no, it's so much worse.

But first, I have to dispel some fanon for a moment, despite how popular the concept is, we have no in or out of series proof that Ross dyes his hair, the only photo of him we see is him and Aaron with Ross looking just as he does at present.

Why do I bring this up, oh my poor unsuspecting friends, it should be clear. If Ross has naturally black hair, that would mean-

Ross matches the genetic profile of Jaune and Skidad's biological child

And there you have it, the dark underbelly at back of the newest instalment in our beloved Halloween series.

And, if by some chance, you still don't believe this theory of Ross and Skid being half-brothers to be at the very least valid, well then, I have something that will blow your fucking mind.......

.........

And I'm not telling you cause it's 'Pril Fools Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#spooky month #sm Jaune #sm Aaron #sm Ross #sm Lila #sm Skid's dad #sm Skidad #sm Ignacio #sm Skid #sm theory #spooky month theory #sm prediction #spooky month prediction

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beyondtheglowingstars · 9 months

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I bring a humble request.

Could I ask for reader giving Legend his first blowjob? 👀 I wanna see that man flustered and whimpering

(Also just wanna say your work is so fucking good, those luigi headcanons? The ravio fic?? I am foaming at the mouth)

Based, I believe in whimpering Legend supremacy, and aww thank you for such kind words, I'm glad you've enjoyed my work so far. I hope this piece meets your expectations :) I had a lot of fun with it tbh lol, hope I didn't take too long to deliver.

Does it matter to you if...

Pairing: Legend x GN reader Word count: 3.2k WARNING(S): NSFW MINORS DNI!! | Flustered mess Legend, established relationship, blowjob, cum eating and nipple play. General info: Words affected him more than he let anyone know. A meaningless joke left him feeling insecure, the possible truth to it was eating away at him and it was up to you to get those thoughts out of his head.

What a peaceful day it was. Your group hadn’t been given too much trouble the last few days, and for once, it felt like the Hylia had taken mercy on your souls after two nightmare-like weeks of constant battling. A village was found and you all got to rest your battered bodies, and after getting a much needed break, your group had a lively time at a local tavern and every worry in the world was forgotten that time.

Now that all of the remaining energy and stress had been dealt with last night, the Links and you seemed to much rather prefer taking it easy today. Various members lazed about engaging with what the village had to offer, with Sky being the exception as he’d spend almost the entire day sleeping it off. As for you and Legend, you were having a picnic that afternoon, together and away from the rest of people.

You spotted a hill some distance away from the village you were staying in; it wasn’t right next to the settlement that you wouldn’t have much privacy from others, but far away enough that you could still do whatever you wanted without interruption, deeming it the appropriate location for your date. That’s why you both currently sat underneath the shade of a large tree atop the hill while you chatted over snacks you bought earlier from a baker.

You reached into the basket you brought for one of the cookies you bought last, the most expensive ones. You munched on the treat and your face instantly lit up at how good it was.

“These are great! We need to get more before we leave the village.” You looked at your boyfriend with a grin.

“Pass me one of them, I need to see it for myself.” The Vet held the palm of his hand pointed up as he waited for you to get a cookie and give it to him.

His expression thoughtful as he slowly chewed on the food, face plastering delight after he swallowed the flavorful bite.

“Huh, you weren’t lying when you said these were good.”

Even as you smiled back at the blond, there was something that concerned you about Link today, and you wished you had a single clue as to what might be bothering him. Although you couldn’t place your finger on it, you felt like he was acting a little off. You’d simply have to ask him after your date was over, hopefully he’d have lowered his guard enough to tell you what it was.

In the meantime, you simply enjoyed your boyfriend’s company as you joyfully chatted with him while sharing snacks. At times, you’d forget that something was even up with Legend as you laughed at some of his retellings of hilarious occurrences he experienced in his adventures, but your suspicions would only cement themselves further after enough time passed. Through all the smiles and happy expressions of his, the increasingly nervous body language made it clear that something lurked underneath.

The air grew thick, the next few seconds silent and without a single exchange of eye contact. Legend more than likely could tell why it felt so tense and what was the cause of the thick air, and as much as he wanted to postpone it, there was nothing he could do now as reality slapped him like a brick to the face. Link straightened his posture then cleared his throat.

“Can I ask you something?” His tone timid and strained.

You assured him that he could continue without any worries, that you’ll be there for him no matter what. The uncertainty at a possibly very important question formed a small puddle of fear in your stomach, he locked eyes with you and took a deep breath before resuming.

“You remember yesterday- last night? When I was asked if I was still… you know.” His eyes drifted to the ground, his face became red and his hands anxiously fiddled with each other.

In all honesty, you hadn’t got a clue as to what your partner was talking about; last night’s events were a mere blur in your mind thanks to how awfully tired you had been (and still were to some degree). Without a single idea as to what he was referencing, you requested he clarified.

“You don’t remember?!” The hero’s eyes widened more than you thought they could.

He mumbled curses as he scratched the back of his head, you weren’t sure if you were seeing things right, but you could almost swear his cheeks flared more after several seconds spent thinking. An annoyed hum left his mouth before the talking continued.

“Do you mind that I’m a virgin?” Link’s posture wasn’t proper anymore as he made his form smaller after asking.

His words fast and difficult to catch with his low volume; and although you had to take a second to process what he said, you still caught it and were surprised by such confession. The Vet intermittently snuck peeks your way, until his face felt like it would melt from how warm it felt.

“No. Why would that bother me?” You returned a question his way with genuine confusion, your own cheeks warming up at the implication of the subject.

Legend lowered his head as his hands played with each other.

“I was told that you’d probably leave me because you wouldn’t want to deal with my lack of experience…” He made himself smaller and his voice more quiet, his face refusing to meet yours as he looked the opposite way from you.

“No, who told you that?” Now, what he was told wasn’t true and wouldn’t ever be true, and it annoyed you that someone would tell him such a thing and assumed you’d leave him just because of that.

Link paused, losing himself in thought for a few seconds before opening his mouth to respond.

“A few in the group said that.”

And in that moment, everything clicked together. You couldn’t remember most of what happened last night, but you could make an educated guess that between a few drinks and a carefree atmosphere, someone had to have sent a teasing joke at Legend that escalated with some others joining the teasing, and he took to heart.

You knew him by know, that most likely had to be the case; words affected him more than he cared to show if they pressed in the correct places. Even if it was only meant as a passing, minor joke between the group, you made a mental note to talk with the members responsible for feeding your boyfriend’s insecurities.

“Are you sure it wasn’t a joke?” You shot him a quick questioning look, but kept speaking before he was able to reply.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll gladly be your first experience, if you’ll allow me.” A smile spread on your lips as you held one of Legend’s hands, not realizing just how direct you had been in your mission to reassure your lover.

The blond seemed shocked at your positive reception of the news. His blush intensified and made his face turn a red that any tomato would envy due to the sudden, dirty thoughts that flooded his mind. He nervously scratched the back of his head, the hand you were holding suddenly found yours and squeezed it tightly, he re-cleared his throat while he looked for his next words.

“Do you really mean it? I really haven’t done anything at all…”

“I can prove it to you, if you want.” You lightly nudged shoulders with him.

Link’s breath caught in his throat after he fully registered what you said, his heart pounded against his chest the hardest it ever had, a bead of sweat ran down his forehead. He didn’t know if you were planning on initiating anything right now, and it made him all the more anxious to not know what you were thinking of. Regardless, he’d feel a little disappointed either way if you were to only hint at wanting to do more with him while not taking the next step yourself.

“I-if you don’t mind it.” Fingers anxiously tapped against the grass below.

You scooted closer to him, gently holding his face to place a kiss on his cheek. Legend seemed to perk up at your gesture, looking your way for a proper kiss this time. Your lips touched and you pressed against him more to deepen the exchange, the hero didn’t kiss back with as much energy as you did until a few seconds passed.

Your mouths parted and you stared into each other’s eyes, the blond was clearly nervous but you could still spot the love he had for you behind his eyes. You go for another kiss that gets returned quickly this time around, one of your hands cupped his face as your tongue gave his bottom lip a daring tap. The Vet voiced a sound of surprise and you took the opportunity to sneak your tongue into his open mouth.

He wasn’t really sure of what he was meant to do and barely fought against your tongue, but he let you continue your actions; all he knew was that he liked the pulses of warmth that ran through his body as you kissed him with a passion you hadn’t displayed before. His arms locked tightly against your waist and brought you closer, inciting you to bury your hand under his tunic to caress his thighs. You gave him a gentle squeeze and he gasped into your mouth from the pleasurable shock your actions sent to his pelvic region, he separated from you so he could catch his breath.

Link’s reaction didn’t go unnoticed by you, and your fingers found the bulging section at the front of his shorts. He sharply sucked air and slightly jumped thanks to your touch.

“You should get out of these.” You lightly pulled down his shorts from the sides to emphasize your point.

You were met with silence and no signs of clothing coming off, the Vet averted his eyes to the side in embarrassment as he considered your suggestion. It took him a couple deep breaths before moving again.

“I hope nobody comes…” He murmured with a minor frown as he began lifting his tunic and undershirt over his head.

You reassured him that there was a very low chance of someone coming your way and that you’d spot anyone before they could come too close as you helped him get both garments off at the same time, picking up on his struggle to get out of his clothes; you were honestly taken aback that your partner would also shed his top layers, but figured it may be for the best since his tunic was plenty long.

Once the clothes came off, you hastily folded them and set them aside. When you looked back at your boyfriend he held his arms crossed over his chest, slouching as if to cover his exposed upper body from your view. You gently placed your hands on his shoulders while carefully straightening his posture, looking at him with a soft smile.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” You reassured him, he very subtly mirrored your smile.

Your mouth finds his again in a quick kiss, Legend lowered his arms afterwards and held you by your hips. Your eyes fixated on the visible tent of his shorts, noticing just how little they usually covered and how bad they did their job now that they also had a tent to deal with. Unable to stop your hand, it immediately lands on the bulge to slowly rub it; the hero grunted and then deeply inhaled.

The hero hesitantly and very slowly pushed down the front of his shorts, part of his underwear exposed but he didn’t dare get rid of it himself. You traced the shape of his length through his undergarments, stopping to give a light press at the tip. Legend’s throat voicing a hum of pleasure, the sound encouraged you and you pulled his underwear down enough for his dick to pop out. His posture stiff, hands clutched the grass underneath, he didn’t dare look at you in the eye; it was obvious to notice just how tense he was.

You gently tilt his head towards yours and give him a softer kiss, your free hand rested on his chest. He kissed you back with eagerness inside, you traced circles with your index finger over his left pectoral and felt his body relax the more he gave into the kiss. Once you were sure he wasn’t too anxious for his own good, you disconnected from his mouth and lightly tugged on his shorts and underwear. He awkwardly lifted his hips and let you get the pesky clothing off of him. His legs came together on reflex to cover himself, but you lightly pushed them aside and he complied without any resistance, allowing you full access to him.

You lowered your face to hover above his erect cock, arms propped on his muscular thighs to support yourself. Legend felt your breaths against his sensitive member and it made him shudder in anticipation. You place a testing lick on his dick and are rewarded with a relaxed sigh from your lover; later taking the tip into your mouth and making him voice another sound of pleasure. The blond’s breathing becoming labored as you sucked on his tip while holding the base of his cock with one hand, his eyes closed as he relished and etched the current feeling into his mind.

With newly acquired confidence, you slowly take more of him into your mouth; he was thicker and lengthier than one would expect, so it was no easy job to get most of his cock inside. You didn’t even have him halfway in but it was still enough to make him react to the blissful feeling your mouth brought to the most sensitive part of his body, letting out a groan that he failed to silence for the most part. Your head lightly bobbed up and down on what you managed to get inside of his member, Legend grunted a few times at the new sensation he experienced; his hips subtly bucked against your contact every once in a while.

Your free hand glided from his lower abdomen all the way to his chest, occasionally stopping along the way for your fingers to follow the path his muscles carved. Your digits kept trailing over one of his pecs until you found his nipple, lightly brushing against it with your thumb; Link involuntarily moaned loudly from the new stimulation, slapping his hands over his mouth as soon as he came back to consciousness and realized what he just did, a muffled groan received by your ears afterwards.

Pausing your motions and looking up from your concentrated position, you glanced up at him and noticed the death grip his hands held on his mouth. You pop his dick out of your mouth and lazily stroked his fat length.

“It’s just us, it’s ok.” You weren’t sure if you even came off as soothing at this point, but it was worth a shot.

Legend shot a nervous glance your way before nodding with some hesitation, you took him back into your mouth and picked up from where you left off. The hands didn’t come off immediately, however, it took a little while for you to feel them on your head and were able to hear swears and shaky breaths clearly. When the sounds reached your ears, it only encouraged you, so you took him in deeper than before and your fingers ran over his smooth skin to find his nipples again. Your head bobbed faster on his dick with an additional suck of the tip and the sensitive nubs on his chest erected from your touch, the Vet voiced a drawn out moan, hips suddenly thrusting into your mouth and he lightly pushed your head down.

Your partner’s cock twitched in your mouth, releasing some more of his salty pre for you to swallow. He would never admit it, but he kind of enjoyed the overwhelming flusteredness he felt and the lewd, wet sounds your mouth produced on his shaft. Not only that, but he might have found that one of his favorite things is to have his nipples played with, something he would have never found on his own.

With each pulse of electricity that coursed through his veins, a moan made its way past his lips, and his mind was in such bliss to bother with feeling any more shame at his sounds. Progressively losing control of his body, his back slumped against the thick tree trunk behind him to support himself; his head thrown back and his mouth held open as he freely panted.

It only took a few minutes from that point for his moans to increase in volume, you rolled a nipple between your fingers and your boyfriend reacted with a gasp. The muscles in his thighs flexed as he fought to keep his legs from unintentionally opening or closing all the way thanks to his elevated feeling of arousal, he didn’t want to interrupt the heavenly pleasure you brought on him. His swears were replaced by whimpers and his vision clouded with tears at the corners of his eyes, the warmth in his lower body felt like a flame. He was about to reach his limit.

“I’m very c-close…” He managed to tell you in-between moans and other similar sounds.

The hero’s ragged breathing stilled before a high-pitched sound left his mouth and his legs shook, and it only took a few seconds for him to reach his absolute peak. Had it not been for the trunk behind him, and he would have fallen to the ground; a raspy moan left his mouth at the same time you felt a generous amount of cum hit your tongue, but nothing that was hard to swallow. You take his dick out of your mouth and step out of your position between his legs, sitting next to him again and allowing him to come back from his high as you watched his twitching form take deep breaths.

Legend held his eyes shut and had a hand on his forehead as he lightly gripped his hair, you held his hand with a smile. Thanks to his good physical condition, the Vet was able to recover fairly quick. When his half-lidded eyes met yours, you handed him his discarded clothes and he gave you a hum of appreciation. You let go of his hand and gave him some space as he took his time getting dressed.

“Do you believe me now?” You asked him with a tint of playfulness in your voice.

“I do.” Legend held a pleased smile on his face.

“Thank you.” He finished speaking and then swallowed to moisturize his dry throat.

Less than a minute and he was basically fully dressed at that point, only thing missing to put back on was his belt. The hero offered his hand to you and lightly pulled you towards him, placing a kiss on your cheek filled with nothing but pure love when you were close enough to receive the gesture.

“Have I ever told you how amazing you are? I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Legend rested his head on yours, his hand gently rubbed the back of yours as he began complimenting you on as many things he could think of just to hear your happy sounds.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu legend #lu legend x reader #cosmic writing #request #minors dni

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theseasasleep · 5 months

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Story of Kunning Palace, E05 (semi-live reaction)

Of all the ways I thought Ning would handle the proposed slander against her beloved Zhang Zhe, the way she actually handled it did not align with my imaginings in the slightest. Sometimes what plays out is really better than the fiction in your head, hee. I did not see her calling out, not the dumb fiancee but the You-daughter. Nor did I foresee her half-drowning her in a jar full of goldfish.

FIERCE

Judging by the all the clips I have gorged on, this particular love line will be quite strong and trend for a while. Sigh. A decade plus of drama watching has whittled my patience for second lead to first lead love lines to whisper-thin nub but everyone keeps commenting on how amazing Zhang Zhe is so.... I guess the wait and watch won't be too grating.

...

I'm not sure I understand.

Zhang Zhe broke or bent his principles to help her on the oath that she'd become a good person thereafter.

Sometime later, Zhang Zhe is condemned to death for this.

Did he naturally get caught? Or did she deliberately sell him out? Was it more similar to the Yan Lin situation in which her people made moves without her knowledge and when push came to shove, she didn't make the necessary moves to upend the conspiracy for the sake of remaining Empress?

Whatever the case, it's clear Ning did many terrible things - some in ignorance, some in knowledge - to accomplish everything she achieved. I think she squared most, if not all of it with herself when weighing it against the ultimate end result... until Zhang Zhe ended up on the chopping block. I don't think she would have been able to write this sin off and once one stone in her ambitious bedrock was overturned, the rest likely came apart. It's why when she knew she was going to die she wanted her death to mean something, to be a reparation of sort to the only person remaining who might accept it because he thought she was worth something, because he's that good.

...

Oh. Oh. Look at the expression on his face as he listens to the patronizing, sexist drivel:

My scrumptious proto-feminist

...

LOL, he did a dignified catwalk and every lady in the room forgot to think and breathe!

I understand, ladies, I understand.

Geez, Ning, Xie Wei had them open a window for you, and only you, so you would have fresh air and bright light, to improve your mood and chances! Not to silently accuse you of being a potential cheat!

Wow, this is all up hill climb, my guy. Get your shoes with the best tread on, Xie Wei.

I know not a drop of Chinese and even I can see that's atrocious. And what did she draw in the corner. A flower? A dancing sun? A really fat, disproportionate hand with a vestigial finger?

And she asks, did she put too much effort into [failing]? Girl. It's so obvious she'd bring out the contrarian impulses of a saint. But maybe it's worth it since we get this face:

Teacher does not approve.

What I am enjoying so much in this scene is the action and counteraction. The way they each boldly challenge the other. She sent up an exam paper so abominable as to be a mockery [of him]; he passes her. She tries to expose her "stupidity" to the rest of the class; he threatens to critique the entire class, turning everyone against her idea.

point:

Counterpoint:

Concession:

Me:

...

I'm not even touching the "dementia." Rolling my eyes and moving on.

But, but, but... How was he so spot on?! How did he guess at reincarnation?! I mean, yeah, he said he doesn't believe in the supernatural but it can't be a coincidence to the narrative that he's the first to come closest to the truth?

Xie Wei: Ning, what's your relationship with Yan Lin? I NEED TO KNOW... *whispers* for science.

Oh, your father asked me to take good care of you in the palace... Yan Lin asked me to help you... By the by, that study partner list? Yeah, another ministry generates it but ultimately it has to run by me. The moment I saw your name I marked you for the palace. After going to so much trouble, it would be stupid of me to release you from palace duties now!

Xie Wei, be like:

...

God. I Hate Ning's Mom.

#post #tv show: story of kunning palace #teevee #cdrama #xue ning #bai lu #xie wei #zhang ling he #gif #references film: young frankenstein #references film: the little mermaid

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥

Part 2 of Who You Gonna Call?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Summary: part 2 of this: you know where Eddie is hiding and you run to his aid

Warnings: fluff, angst, tiniest bit of violence / threat

A/N: before anyone gives me shit I am of course aware the song title is actually Running Up That Hill but for the purposes of this fic it’s down the hill lmao! anyways, I hope you guys like this <33

You sit and stare at nothing for a while, wrapped up in disbelief.

“Well,” you start after a moment, “I always knew Hawkins was weird but this is some next level shit.”

The others all nod in response.

“And now Eddie is wrapped up in this shit too?"

“Not intentionally, we don’t think” Max answers. “It looks like something from the upside down got Chrissy and Eddie was just unlucky enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time” Max looks at you sympathetically. “Not to mention, well...” she trials off hesitantly.

Max struggles to find the end of her sentence so you finish it for her.

“Not to mention he’s considered the town freak and is therefore an easy scapegoat” you huff. “Fuck” you curse under your breath.

Everyone looks at you with sorrow in their eyes. You sigh again, rubbing your temples with your fingers.

“We need to find him” you muse.

“Well yeah, that’s why we called you. Since you’re apparently a thing, Max figured you might know where he his” Steve pipes up.

“So, do you know where he is?” Dustin pushes. “We’ve already called literally all of his other friends and no one has anything useful to offer us.”

“I might have an idea of where he might be” you hum.

They all look at you expectantly.

“His friend, well his supplier really, has a cabin by Lover’s Lake. It’s empty for most of the year and Rick said Eddie’s welcome to crash there whenever he wants, or needs to, in this case.”

“Wait wait wait, Rick as in Reefer Rick?” Dustin asks.

You nod.

“We already called him, he didn’t tell us shit!” Dustin’s voice pitches with a frustrated whine.

You look at him incredulously.

“Did you really think a known drug supplier was going to give some random kid the location of his lake house just because you said you were friend of Eddie’s and you asked nicely? Come on” you raise an eyebrow at him.

You see Steve and Robin nodding in agreement.

“Do you know exactly where the lake house is?” Max asks.

“Yeah” you nod.

“Great, then let’s go!” Robin shouts as she jumps off the counter.

....

“I don’t get it, I thought he’d be here” you squeak quietly.

You were silently fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall as you grew more and more worried about Eddie.

What if someone else had already found him? Turned him in?

Or worse, what if someone else had found him and decided to enact their own kind of justice on the town freak…?

“I don’t know where else he’d be” your voice cracks as one tear falls from your eye.

“Well we’ve all trekked up and down this place like five times, he’s not here” Steve sighs.

Robin comes over to you and grabs your upper arm in what you think is meant to be a comforting gesture.

“Hey, I’m sure no one else has to got to him first. You know maybe he’s just lost in the woods like alone, or maybe he fell in the lake, or he’s..."

“Okay, I’m sure he’s fine” Max cuts Robin off quickly. “We just need to keep looking, think of anywhere else he might possibly have gone to” she looks at you determinedly.

It’s then that you hear a bunch of yelling and commotion from outside. In the moment you hadn’t realised that Dustin and Steve had wondered off.

You, Max, and Robin all look towards the direction the noise and in unison utter “the boat house.”

Not a second later the three of you are running down that hill towards the boat house. As you get closer you start to hear the yelling more clearly. It was Dustin that was doing the shouting.

“Woah woah easy man easy. It’s okay, we’re to help for god’s sake!!"

You finally reach the boat house door and fling it open, hurling yourself inside. You spin on your heel to take in the scene in front of you.

Steve is up against the wall, pinned there, with a broken bottle edge hovering just above his throat.

And there, stood in front of him holding the bottle, was Eddie.

“You’re here to help me, huh?” Eddie seethes. “You’re just here to grab me and turn me in.”

“No we’re not!!” Dustin yells again. “You’re our a friend Eddie, we wanna help you! Goddamn ungrateful son of a bitch” Dustin grumbles the last bit more to himself than to Eddie.

Eddie’s eyes don’t leave Steve’s once, making sure to keep in place, to hold on to the only bit of power he had.

“Everyone else turned on me, but I’m supposed to believe you and ‘king Steve’ are here to help me, hmm? Why should I believe you?” Eddie snarls.

Steve tilts his head slightly, leaning in your direction.

“That’s why” Steve murmurs cautiously.

Eddie’s head turns and his eyes finally land on yours.

“Y/N?” He whispers in disbelief.

“Eddie” you call back.

The next thing you know your feet are moving towards him at the same time as he releases Steve and drops the bottle to the floor. The two of you collide with an almost bruising force, his arms flinging desperately around you as yours wrap around him.

You think you can hear an “awww” sound from Robin.

Eddie's arms snake around your waist and pull you so tight against him you almost can’t breathe. Your arms slot around his neck, pulling him down into you, your one hand going to cup the back of his head. For a moment you don’t care about everyone else there. All you care about is that he's alive, that he's safe, and that he’s no longer out there alone. You twist your head and pepper his face with kisses. You squeeze your eyes shut and just revel in the feeling of him, the warmth and firmness of his body against yours; it was grounding.

After a moment he pulls back to look at you, his hands holding your upper arms.

“What- what are you doing here?” He looks at you in disbelief.

“We came to find you, you idiot” you half laugh as another tear escapes your eye.

Eddie’s eyes shift around the boat house, looking at the collection of people that stood around you.

“Why...?”

“We told you, we came to help you, dumbass” Dustin chimes in.

Eddie looks towards Dustin and narrows his eyes suspiciously. You can feel a tension take hold of Eddie, his grip accidentally tightening on your arm.

“It’s okay Eddie, I promise. They really are here to help. I wouldn’t have brought them to you otherwise” you murmur softly, reaching up to cup his cheek lightly.

“So... you guys... you guys don’t think... don’t think that I-“ he clears his throat and you can see he’s close to tears himself.

“We know it wasn’t you. That you didn’t kill Chrissy” Max adds reassuringly.

Eddie looks around at all of them as they nod lightly in agreement.

“We know that her death was... well weird is probably the best word for it” Dustin reassures Eddie.

“Yeah, like supernatural type shit weird” Robin adds with a wink.

“Wha- h- how do you know that?” Eddie stammers.

The others all look round at each other awkwardly, just as they had done not two hours ago when they were explaining everything to you.

“Uh, it’s a long story” Steve shrugs eventually.

You look up at Eddie again and smile apologetically. You stroke his cheek with your thumb where your hand still rested on his face. You sigh lightly before echoing Robin’s words from earlier;

“You might wanna sit down for this one...”

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A/N: this is not intended to be a series or anything, it’s just a lil two part drabble! so respectfully please don’t be asking for more parts or anything bc it’s not gonna happen! I promise you I still have so much more Eddie content to come so it’s not like you’ll be missing out anything ;)

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verai-marcel · 5 months

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Your Hearth Is My Home (BG3 Fanfic, Astarion x Female Reader, Part 8 of ?)

Summary, Notes, Tags, & Part 1 are here.

AO3 Link is here, my dear.

Word Count: 4287

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Act I, Chapter 8 - The Mountain

Lae’zel was waiting under an archway in the middle of the path. Wyll wordlessly handed over her backpack as she rejoined the party, seamlessly taking point as everyone continued up the path that veered west. You followed the others up the trail, silently thinking about your next move. Should I stay or should I go?

Along the way, you found a trader to offload some of the random wares you had collected, but she also asked for what amounted to a baby for experimentation. So you just quickly bartered your useless items and went along your way, while the others held Lae’zel back from slashing the trader’s throat open.

As the sun began to set behind the hills, you reached a cable car and a rusty wheel.

“We shall cross and set up camp on the other side,” Lae’zel commanded, pointing to what seemed to be a defensible cliffside.

“I would agree to that plan, if we could get this contraption to work,” Gale said as he poked the prodded at the wheel. “There must be something around here to unlock it, a lever or mechanism…”

Karlach walked up to it, took one look, and yanked at the wheel with all her mighty strength, forcing it to turn. There was a moment’s pause before the cable car finally creaked along, echoing off the cliffs below.

“Got it!” she said happily.

“Ah. Right,” Gale said, frowning for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly. “Well, at least we can cross now.”

You got onto the cable car and rode it across the chasm. Looking out at the landscape, bathed in the crimson light of the setting sun, you sighed. It was getting harder and harder to leave now. How would you navigate back to the River Chionthar on your own?

At least for now, you had this lovely landscape to stare at while you figured out your next move.

You glanced over at your companions, who were being uncharacteristically quiet as they, too, admired the view. Looking at each of them in turn, you wondered when you had begun to care for them on a deeper level. Your eyes lingered on Astarion for just a moment longer than the rest.

His eyes flickered over at you. Catching your gaze, he smiled knowingly.

Ah shit, he caught me.

Quickly looking away, you stared out at the canyon again. You had to admit, he was rather lovely with the waning sunlight against his skin, his hair perfectly in place despite having a full day of traveling behind him. If he just stayed quiet and didn’t spit out unwarranted flattery every two seconds, you might have thought him attractive.

Why do my eyes keep gravitating towards him?

You worried about him, more so than the others. You thought about his behavior and wondered what you could do to help him. You cared.

You closed your eyes. When the fuck did that happen?

Taking a deep, slow breath, you opened your eyes and stared out at the landscape once more, clearing your mind until you arrived at the other side. You followed the others down the hillside to a nice little area that had a partially ruined stone building and an old, gnarled tree that overlooked the canyons below. As you began to set up the spot for the campfire, everyone else picked a spot for their tents and started setting up.

Seeing Astarion fumble the parts of his tent, you went over to help. He seemed a little less experienced than the others in such things.

"Mind where you face the tent," he said without looking at you as he tried to hide how much he was struggling with the poles. "I don't like having the sunlight hit me straight in the eyes in the morning."

You took the poles from his hands and deftly put everything together. Of course you knew how to set up a tent properly. Who the hell did he think you were?

But when you caught the small smirk on his face, you knew immediately he was just pulling your chain, and in your infinite maturity, you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Careful darling. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

You immediately put your tongue back in your mouth and scowled.

You quickly finished helping him so you could prepare a meal with some of the camp supplies. You snacked on some of the cured meats and cheeses as you cooked, so that by the time everyone was done with their own tents and had gathered around the campfire, you were mostly full. After serving up the meal, you excused yourself to prep everyone's tents with your various spells, giving the excuse that it was getting late. You could see them all at the campfire, hearing them discuss their next move, along with some friendly banter as well.

You were a bit surprised to see Astarion lingering at the campfire. He usually left before a meal, not returning until everyone else had fallen asleep. You could hear him being smarmy and charming, eliciting laughter from the others.

Guess he finally decided to open up.

Or, perhaps, the whole group had grown closer while you weren't there. Seemed like a natural thing, after all. They only really saw you in the evenings when they came back from their adventuring. The rest of the day, they spent with each other. Sure, you've had a day here and there with some of them when they guarded the camp, but that didn't make up for the time they had spent together.

You suddenly felt very alone.

As you finished Shadowheart's tent, you could hear her walking towards you. She had a naturally quiet step, neither ambling like Wyll's nor quick like Lae'zel's. You turned to her, just in time to catch her reaching out to you. You forced yourself not to flinch like you had with Gale.

Her hand landed lightly on your shoulder, a feather touch. "Are you alright? You seem a bit down."

You smiled. Since you had come across her first, Shadowheart held a special place in your memories. She had been so prickly at first, but you had been insistent in treating her. Now, you'd almost consider her a friend, if only she didn’t seem so distant all the time.

"I… I'm not sure if I should stay," you confessed. Turning to her, you saw her shocked expression, but you continued. "I'm a liability. I'll just hold everyone up when we're traveling. I can't fight, I can't jump very far, I can't—“

Shadowheart shook your shoulder once. You hadn’t realized that you were starting to breathe faster with your rant. "You're not a liability,” she said. "You—"

She let go of you and took a small step back. "We like coming back to you at the end of the day. It makes getting through every battle, every setback, so much easier knowing that we can come back to you for a hot meal and a nice, warm tent.” A soft smile spread across her face. “You make camp feel like home."

You couldn’t help but smile back. You were touched.

"And you've been so accepting of all of us, and our… quirks,” she continued. “You truly are special, you know that, right?"

Deciding to keep your self-deprecating thoughts to yourself, you replied, “I’m grateful for the compliment.”

She nodded, then looked at you seriously. “But if you ever do feel like you’re in danger with us, we’ll understand if you want to leave. Don’t feel any pressure to stay.”

A little too late to say that. “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Patting your shoulder, she left you to your thoughts as you finished the rest of the tents.

***

After cleaning up for the evening, you went over to the outcrop that overlooked the canyon below. The moonlight lit up the forest below, and cast a silvery glow on the ruins behind you. Sitting beneath the tree, you wondered if your voice would echo off the cliffs.

"Perhaps I shouldn't," you mumbled to yourself.

"Shouldn't what?"

You turned to see Gale walking up to you. He plopped himself down on the soft grass beside you.

"I was wondering if my voice would echo down there, but that might attract things we don't want."

"A wise decision, although you could try it when we leave this place. For knowledge's sake."

You grinned. Of course. Anything for the sake of knowledge.

The two of you sat quietly, enjoying the scenery, but you knew it wouldn’t last long.

“So, how long did you live in Waterdeep?”

There it was. You debated how much to tell him. “A few years,” you answered vaguely.

“Ah.” A few more moments passed in silence. “I get the feeling if I ask anything more, you’ll give me increasingly ambiguous answers until you feign tiredness and head off to bed.”

You smiled. “You understand me so well.”

“I’d like to think after the time we’ve spent together that I understand you a bit better than when we first met.” He was smiling at you, and though you wanted to brush his hand to get an idea of what he was feeling, you decided it might give the wrong impression. So you refrained and just nodded.

“I have a tower in Waterdeep, you know,” he said, filling the silence. “You’re welcome to visit, if—”

Gale suddenly doubled over, gripping his chest.

“Gale!”

He held out his hand. “I’m alright. I just…” His words stopped as he took a deep breath. He was clearly in pain.

Debating if you should diagnose him, you watched as he grimaced and leaned back, taking in deep breaths of the cold mountain air. Dammit, I have to know. You took off one glove and reached for him. As your hand covered his hand over his chest, you felt as if your very soul was getting sucked in. You quickly pulled away, but you already felt a slight drain, as if threads of magic had been dragged out of you.

“What… what in the hells…” you muttered.

He looked up at you, surprised as you were. Taking another breath, he straightened himself. “I… I seem to be a bit better.” He looked up at you. “This has never happened before.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Gale looked apologetic. “Well, I should say I’ve never absorbed the Weave straight from another person before.”

Your eyes widened. As he explained himself, he admitted that he had been ‘eating’ the less useful magical artifacts that the party had been collecting, and he also confessed that lately, it hadn’t been as effective.

“That’s the reason I came to talk to you. Granted, I did procrastinate a bit.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“The rest of the party knows about my… condition.” He sighed. “I told them the other day while we were coming back from the goblin camp. Thankfully, they have decided to let me stay. But you…” He held his hand out to you. “You should know what happened, so you can make the choice. If you want me to go.”

You gave him your gloved hand. He held it to his chest, and you saw his memory. But with his magic intertwining with yours, you also felt his memories on a deeper level, even without direct skin contact. You wanted to both slap him and give him a hug after seeing it all.

“So. I’m a walking time bomb,” he said after he let go of your hand. “I understand if you don’t feel safe. Tell me to leave. I won’t be offended. It’d be the wisest choice, honestly.”

It was hard to make that kind of decision looking at his sad face. You turned back to the canyon and stared up at the moon.

You suddenly had a thought. Turning back to him, you asked, “Can I try something?”

He tipped his head quizzically. “Sure?”

You took a deep breath and hummed a melody of moonlight, letting the silvery strands of magic float around you, creating a soft scarf made of ephemeral threads. Slowly moving your hands, you directed the gossamer garment straight to Gale’s chest.

The symbol on his chest glowed as it absorbed it directly. He gasped.

“Did it work?” you asked. “Do you feel better?”

“You… how…” Gale touched his chest in wonder. “No one else has made that work.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I just had a hunch.”

He smiled softly at you. “Well, I greatly appreciate it.” He paused, as if he was about to ask you something, then thought better of it.

“I think you should stay,” you said after a few moments. “After all, it would seem that my magic will help you, o great wizard of Waterdeep.”

He chuckled. “Indeed, it does.” Giving you a slight bow, he thanked you and went back to his tent.

You wondered if it was wise to use your power in this way. Your mother would have probably told you it was a bad idea. After some research into your peculiar magic, a wizard could figure it out. They’d know where your magic came from. After all, that’s how you were discovered after the raid on your village.

Stretching your back and yawning, you headed back to your bedroll. You were tired after feeding a wizard some magic, and you still needed to feed another.

I’m feeding people in all kinds of weird ways.

***

1489 DR, Three Years Ago

It had taken a year, but you had escaped from Waterdeep and made it to Baldur’s Gate. Covering your tracks, you had traveled in an unusual pattern in an attempt to throw off anyone who might be tailing you. Not that you thought anyone really would; after all, you had just been a mere servant of one of the masked lords of Waterdeep. You were pretty sure he didn’t even know that you knew his identity.

But ‘pretty sure’ and ‘absolutely sure’ were two separate things.

You were looking at a map of the surrounding area, deciding what small village to start your new life, when you noticed a man looking at you from across the road.

A tingling on the base of your spine made you pay attention. You started to walk back to the flophouse, keeping your wits about you.

The man continued to appear out of the corner of your eye in various locations as you walked back from the lower city towards Wyrm’s Crossing.

What in the hells?

Instead of heading into the flophouse, you continued past it towards Rivington, hoping to make the man believe you were heading into the village beyond. You made a wide circle and slipped in and out of alleys until you didn’t see him anywhere for a good thirty minutes. The sun was beginning to set and soon the taverns would be streaming with folks looking to drown their sorrows or talk a poor sap out of the shirt off their back.

Thinking yourself safe, you headed back to the flophouse. There were a few people around the lobby, and you weaved past them all to head up the stairs to your bed for the night.

Turning the corner, you saw the man, sitting on your bed. Before you could turn and run, he leapt up and grabbed your wrist. He had no killing intent, but he definitely felt malicious.

“Don’t bother tryin’ ta run, sweetie. I paid the landlord to ignore anything ‘appening up ‘ere.”

That money grubbing arsehole. You tugged at your arm. “What do you want with me?”

“The lord put out a bounty on your ‘ead, alive only.”

Son of a bitch thinks I’m still useful. Well, that’s a relief. Better than dead. “Can’t have been worth much.”

“Barely worth the time. More of a ‘if you see ‘er, grab ‘er’ kind of bounty. And ‘ere you are.” He patted the dagger on his belt. “So ‘ow’s about you come quietly, and I don’t cut yer pretty little face.”

You swallowed. “F-fine,” you stammered. His grip slid up to your shoulder, and he pushed you out of the room and down the stairs. The proprietor glanced at you and quickly looked away. The other people in the lobby avoided eye contact, not wanting to get involved.

Of course. No one helps when it’s not their problem.

Darkness had fallen on the city, and with it, the ability to be seen clearly. You waited until he had marched you further and further away from the buildings, before you started to hum.

“What’re you singin’, sweetheart?”

You didn’t stop humming.

He shook your arm. “Answer me, wench.”

You looked at him, dead in the eye, and kept humming.

His own eyes began to droop. “‘Ey, what…” He shook his head, but it was no use. “Yer tryin’ somethin’ tricksy, aren’t ya?” he slurred as he let go of your shoulder and clumsily pulled out his dagger.

You immediately grabbed his fist with both hands, turned the dagger towards him, and slammed your whole body into him. Your humming wavered slightly, but you continued. You had to, otherwise he’d regain his strength.

“You… bitch…” the man gurgled as his weight began to fall forward, his forehead touching your exposed skin above the neckline of your shirt. You staggered backward as the shockwave of death from him spilled into you. Gasping for air as if you had been the one stabbed, you kept pushing to make sure the dagger went in deep.

When you felt him start to push against you, you resumed humming like a madwoman, desperately trying to keep the spell intact.

The man let out one last groan as he succumbed to both his injury and your sleep song. You let him fall to the ground as you side-stepped out of the way, stumbling and falling to your knees. Clutching your chest, you attempted to catch your breath past the agony in your chest. It felt like a white-hot slicing pain shooting through your entire torso, your heart pounding a hundred miles a second as if it wanted to make a rapid exit from your body.

Gods, it fucking HURTS. No wonder Mother told me never to hurt anyone.

You felt your stomach roil and rumble before you quickly turned away and emptied out what little contents you had, coughing and spitting for a while before you felt like you could breathe normally again.

I never, EVER want to do that again.

Looking at the corpse, you gathered your courage and pulled the dagger out of the man’s body, flung the blood away, and cleaned it on his armor like you had seen guards do in the past. Then you turned towards the east, stumbling away into the night, away from Baldur’s Gate.

You sure as hell didn’t want to be here when the guards found the body.

***

1492 DR, Present Day

You were grateful when the light chime of your alarm bell, coupled with a soft hoot, and the padding of multiple sets of feet woke you up. You could still smell the tang of blood and the taste of bile in your memories, and reached for your canteen of water to wash it away before getting up.

Astarion had returned, and to your surprise, he seemed a bit unsteady on his feet. You headed towards him, watching him feed scraps of a dead animal to Scratch and the owlbear cub.

“There you go Owly,” he slurred as he gave the cub another bone with decent chunks of meat. “Grow up nice and strong so you can bring me back something fresh.”

"You're naming him Owly?"

"And why not?"

"No reason. Just a bit surprised by how… cute, it sounds." You watched as he staggered towards his tent, clearly buzzed. Out of worry, you followed after him. "Are you drunk?"

"I have drunk," he slurred. "A whole bear. Not a beer. Hah."

You stared at the blood on his shirt. “Erm, your sleeves—”

"He took some of my blood, and I took all of his."

His usually perfectly coiffed hair was disheveled and his clothes were bedraggled. You kept following him until he was about to open the flap to his tent. He paused, then turned around to stare at you. "Need something?"

You shook your head. "No, I… I was just checking on you. Do you need anything from me?"

He smiled. "I am well fed tonight. But I still need you." He leaned in closer and reached out to lightly caress your arm. You felt nothing through his touch.

He's doing it again. Sighing, you looked at him for a moment longer. Maybe he was just lonely. “Would you like me to spend some time with you?”

"Oh, a bit more forward tonight, are you?" He opened the tent flap and gestured for you to enter.

Rolling your eyes, you entered the tent and plopped down on the ground. You patted the bedroll in front of you. “Sit, please.”

“Will you climb into my lap?”

You sighed. "Just sit down, please."

Frowning, Astarion sat down next to you, his movements still smooth and graceful. Clearly he wasn't that drunk.

Now that you were here, you weren’t sure what to do. As you glanced around his tent, you saw the brush on top of his pile of books and suddenly had an idea.

“Can I brush your hair?”

He cocked his head in confusion, like a puppy.

"Your hair is a mess," you explained, gesturing at his head.

He immediately reached up and started to run his fingers through his hair. In his inebriated state, he was only making it worse.

You grabbed the brush and scooted around so that you were behind him. “Let me take care of it, please.”

He turned his head to look at you for a moment before he faced forward again so you couldn’t see his expression. “If that’s what you want,” he mumbled.

You got up on your knees and began to run the brush through his hair, picking out bits of twigs and fur. "So, how did the bear taste?”

He shrugged. “Like a bear, I suppose.”

“I’m impressed that you can differentiate the flavor. I've tasted boar's blood and my own. They don't seem dissimilar to me.”

He turned his head toward you, a slightly haughty look on his face. “My palate is on a different level, darling. I can taste the life essence within, like a seasoning. A bear just exists. It doesn't think, it doesn't lament, it doesn't dream. But it has a lot of life, so…” He gestured dismissively with his hand. “I suppose it’s like drinking a cheap ale. Doesn’t taste great, but it’ll do in a pinch.”

You watched his expression change, hooded eyes and a sultry smile blooming on his lips. “But you, you must have the loveliest dreams, because your blood tastes like a rich liqueur."

He’s clearly just making shit up. “I thought you said it tasted like honey wine.”

“That was the first time. It changes, probably depending on your emotions. But there's always a sweetness to your flavor.” He turned his body towards you and leaned in closer, looking into your eyes like some fawning sycophant.

You ignored him, moving your attention to his torn and dirty sleeves. Unable to brush his hair since he was facing you, you cast prestidigitation to remove the dirt and blood from his sleeves.

“Did you enjoy your meal?” you asked after a while.

“It’s nothing compared to, well, other things I could be dining on. Bears are certainly better than the rats and bugs Cazador served me.”

You gasped. A rat would certainly not have enough blood, a bug even less so. You fumed, irrationally angry on his behalf. "I would kick him in the balls for making you go hungry," you hissed in anger.

Astarion looked taken aback by your outburst. But then he laughed. “You? Kicking him in the balls?” He laughed more. “That would be a sight.”

You chuckled with him. “Glad I could entertain you. Now turn back around so I can finish with your hair.”

“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” But he obeyed your command. Quietly, you worked through his hair, pulling out the last bit of debris and brushing it all back into place. Scooting around him, you took his sleeves into your hands and began to hum your mending cantrip. After a few minutes, you noticed out of the corner of your eye that he had relaxed. His eyes drooped, as if he were going into a trance state.

Out of curiosity, you brushed his hand. You could feel a faint emotion coming through. It was muddled, like a thought struggling to come to the surface.

Well, at least he isn’t shielding so hard anymore.

You finished mending his sleeves and pulled away.

His eyes shot open.

Not a word was spoken, but you had a funny feeling from his expression that he wanted you to stay. You touched his hand.

Nothing again. Oh well. “Do you need anything else?”

He looked away. “No, I’m fine.”

He isn’t fine. But you had no choice. If he wasn’t going to ask, you couldn’t force him. You wouldn’t force him. “Alright. Then have a good night.”

He began to lean forward, then stopped himself.

Oh, you poor, touch-starved soul. You leaned in and pressed your forehead against his. “Sweet dreams,” you murmured.

“Sweet dreams,” he whispered.

The last thing you felt as you pulled away from him and left his tent was a lingering emotion, one that was hard to describe. But you knew that it pulled at your heart and made you want to stay.

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There is a long quiet stretch after Azteca where nobody asks the wizard to do anything.

And they don’t seek anything out.

They spend a lot of time lying in front of the memorial to the Drake’s in their castle. Watching the sky, and watching some of their pets circle the giant cyclops statue upon which this castle is built. The billowing echo of the stone breathing.

Perhaps today, things would feel better. They might seek out movement. Progress.

“Shut up.” They are alone and do not bother curbing the instinct to verbally kick back at Raven’s voice as it lilts through their consciousness. Pulling at their limbs as she tries to move them to action.

They aren’t ready to go back.

They had even tried jumping to Earth about a month back. Broken down sobbing on their parents who seemed at a loss for where those tears were coming from. It was that confusion and the oh so obvious empty place where the song of creation could normally be heard that drives them back to the spiral.

They don’t belong on Earth anymore.

They should stop fooling themself into thinking the next time will be any different…

“This is their castle isn’t it?”

“One of ‘em.”

Voices are floating to their ears from the little hill where their spiral door sits and the wizard bolts upright just as two figures round the corner.

“There they are!”

It’s Malorn, and Penny—who appears to be too busy staring up at the massive cyclops statue—who come down across the lawn. “Is that—real?” Right. Her allergy. Actually, the wizard wasn’t sure if that cyclops would set it off. Sure it was technically stone, but it still breathed, still shifted from time to time as though it was settling the weight of the castle. Huh.

Something for later.

“How did you get in here?” the wizard asks, watching the pair of them with empty eyes. “Nobody can get in here without my permission.”

“I convinced Myrella to let us in through one of her temporary doors.” Malorn says, looking a little sheepish. “Nobody has seen you in weeks—we were—”

“—Everyone has been so worried about you!” Penny cuts in “The professors won’t tell any of us what’s been going on, or why you’re never around anymore, or—”

She stops as the wizard groans and falls back against the grass. “I’m fine.” they say “I just wanted to be alone.” It’s a lie. They want so desperately to be seen. Nobody here ever sees them as anything more than their accomplishments. Nobody here even really knows their name.

“Why did you need the Dragonspyre key?”

“I wanted to go back in time.” Does it really matter, keeping any of it secret? Would it really hurt if they hadn’t experienced the horror of it all? Nobody else went running off like the wizard did at the slightest tick of disaster. Sure they all had their duties and troubles around here—but Wizard City was never truly threatening even to normal students. How could it be? “They key is over there—” the wizard points vaguely to the memorial for Malistaire “—I don’t need it now.”

They wonder if their voice really sounds as hollow as it does inside their head.

When it becomes evident that their death student housebreakers are not going to be leaving, they resign to deflecting some more.

“How are you both doing? Is Dworgyn teaching well? Do the new—” the wizard pauses, realizing they never did go back to berate Ambrose for not sending new students straight to Nightside. “—Did you ever talk to the Headmaster, Malorn?”

Malorn had not in fact, spoken to Ambrose. He was still struggling to find time to advance his own work while running classes for younger students. Penny had heard from her parents about the Wizard’s escapade saving the Queen of Marleybone, and was still going full force on her idea of an undead reagent-based cookbook. The wizard listens near silent, offering quiet hums and barely visible nods as their classmates talk.

“We meant it when we said everyone is worried.” Malorn brings up again during a lull. He’s sitting with his back to the wizard, staring at the memorial they had made and fidgeting with the Dragonspyre key. “Even Stormgate was asking about you—Professor Drake said you were working on an independant project, and that it was very delicate, and you were not to be unnecessarily disturbed.” Malorn does his best to imitate Cyrus’ voice, slamming one fist into the opposite palm like Cyrus often did with his wand.

The wizard actually smiles a little at that. “Of course that’s what he’s been telling people.”

“Was this what you were working on?” Penny asks, gesturing to the grave.

“No—I made that years ago, after defea—after killing Malistaire.” They don’t like to say defeating in this case. It feels wrong. It feels like softening a blow that should’t be softened. Like disrespecting the whole ordeal. “Torald Wayfinder helped me with it, he’s the Master Artisan of Grizzleheim.”

“So what have you been doing?”

“Nothing.” And the truth sounds less believeable than any lie they could have told. “I failed. I lost. Nothing is straightforward anymore. I run errands for knights and kings, I negotiate peace between Zebras and Lions and Aztecosaurs and Birds, and I kill dragons, and I make sandwiches for stupid researchers, and I strike down evil until my fingers bleed and my ears are ringing and I still failed.”

A cloud passes briefly over whatever stands in for a sun in this little pocket dimension where their castle floats. The wizard tells themself it’s a coincidence, and closes their eyes to the way the shadows shift and flicker with their words. And so they miss it when Malorn and Penny share a startled but silent look of what the hell was that?

“I’m supposed to tell their story.” The wizard whispers, eyes still shut. They draw the Myth insignia in the air above them, and golden magic alights in the form of the three mystics. They open their eyes to watch as hundres of tiny meteorites obscure the display. As this happens their eyes shift from warm brown into flat and empty gold, dull and lifeless as the bright glow of the Myth magic flashes deep purple—and then blinks out. “All I can do is wait—and pretend I didn’t destroy them—until Ambrose sends me running towards the next crisis.”

The silence stretches on after those words. They’ve never really mentioned in detail, the things they see and do and endure. They don’t blame Malorn or Penny for not knowing what to say.

“I think you should come back to Dragonspyre.” Malorn says finally.

“What?” The wizard hears their voice drop low and dangerous, the same tones that followed them since Celestia. The audible echo of astral magic putting more power behind them.

“The reason I wanted to collect dirt from the Death and Fire trees there—I wanted to know if we could re-grow the rest of the trees, but I had to make sure the magic in the soil was compatible—the Academy was hit pretty hard by the Dragon Titan after all—and it is! So—” He trails off as the wizard finally sits back up.

“To what end, Malorn?” Hollow and cold and crueller than it needs to be. This is just another stupid fetch quest, another pointless bookending to a world they don’t want to touch ever again. Another reminder of everything lost. “Dragonspyre is a ruin, a torched wasteland full of ghosts and spiders and remnants of the titan army, you have to go through ridiculous trials to even get access to the academy grounds in the first place and—”

“We want to fix up the Academy.” Penny cuts in, not flinching as the wizard turns that flat golden gaze onto her. “We being Malorn, myself, and the other upperclassmen.”

“We have permission from Professor Drake—I might even say we have encouragement from him, given he didn’t immediately shoot the idea down. I’ve even done some inquiring with the ghosts there, some of the old instructors seem like they would welcome having a purpose again—”

Perhaps this is the Spiral’s way of telling you to get a move on? That destruction is not the end.

The wizard groans again and rubs at their eyes. “No, no. Be quiet.”

“If you don’t like the idea we—”

“Not you!” the wizard snaps at Malorn, and then immediately regrets it for how he flinches back. “Not— no, I’m sorry— not you.” They curl in on themself, squeezing eyes shut and digging nails into their arms. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

For a long moment they just sit there, hiding behind the dark of their closed eyes.

When did they get so angry?

This isn’t who they should be snapping at, no there were two special reservations for that place, split between an old man and an older deity.

The wizard takes a slow breath, in, hold, out…

“Okay.” They say, finally opening their eyes again, faded back from gold to brown. “Okay, I’m sorry, what can I do to help?”

Maybe a fetch quest is what they need right now.

Maybe a distraction is better than nothing at all.

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Another little piece of my ongoing wizard101 series.

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