#╰ beauty in the shape of nothing || ame ooc

[stormz369]

☕💖 Can I Get Your Number? ☕💖 Ch 1

Jason Todd x Chubby! Reader (fem) A/N: I don't know what I'm doing here, I'm not even much of a DC fan, but Jason Todd has quickly become my latest hyper fixation character (Harley Quinn too, do I just have a thing for Joker victims???) so ... thank you for giving me a place to put this energy I guess! 😂 I'm not super confident on the characterizations, but I'm going with it because I like it. If it's wildly ooc ... that tracks, given that the only DC comic I've read is Batman: Wayne Family Adventures. Read it, or don't, I just needed to get the thoughts out of my head. The art doesn't belong to me, but the writing does. Please do not post elsewhere!

written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, starting out fluffy, will probably get NSFW later so minors DNI, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with!

word count: 1.7k

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

In a city known for its masked fighters, you learn pretty quickly that everyone and everything is a potential threat. Every approaching stranger on the street, every loud sound behind you, every dark alleyway. Being bigger than me certainly isn't a prerequisite to being a danger, but it does have a way of setting off my mental alarms. I've found that big men are used to getting their way, and they get all sorts of bent out of shape if you deny them their wishes. Especially when they think they're doing you a favor.

It died down a bit after high school; I learned to exist in public with ‘fuck off’ stamped across my face. Headphones on, reading a book, intentionally seated at the table furthest from the other cafe patrons. All the typical signs of someone who wants to be left alone; nothing about me said ‘please come talk to me'. So I was understandably on edge when I noticed someone standing by the chair across from me. I look up just a bit, gesturing to the chair with a nod. Silent consent to take it back to his table and leave me to my book.

No such luck. The man simply smiled and mimed taking headphones off. Putting a bored look on my face, I moved one off my ear. “... Hm?”

“Hi! I'm sorry to bother you, but my brother thinks you're really beautiful and is refusing to come tell you himself.” 

I could feel my expression turning to stone. “... What is this, middle school?”

His cheerful grin faltered ever so slightly; “hey, I know it's a bit silly, but he's awkward around cute girls, so what's a brother to do, ya know?”

I stared him down; “... You're not fooling anyone. Move on.”

“... Sorry, ‘fooling anyone’?”

“It’s not funny, it’s not even hurtful the 20th time, it's just annoying. Go. Away.” It was a lie; it was always painful to be on the receiving end of these pranks. But that was what these guys wanted, so I wasn't going to tell him that. My headphones back in place, the guy slunk away.

Ten minutes later, another person was standing by the chair. I pretended not to see him, continuing to read my book, until he plopped down in the seat. I looked up slowly and he smiled, another oddly warm smile, leaning forward on his elbows.

An incredibly put-out sigh later, I slid the headphones off one ear again. “What?”

“Hi, I'm Tim! I'm not sure what exactly my brother said to you, but I wanted to let you know - we're not trying to prank you or something. Our brother is just way too awkward with girls. It's painful to watch, really, so we figured we'd give him a hand.” He spoke much too fast for me to get a word in. I blinked a bit, raising an eyebrow.

“... You frat boys are really committing to the bit these days, huh?”

“Huh? No, really, I promise!”

My headphones were nearly back into place when a child showed up. His impatient expression matched how I felt about the whole situation. “As usual, Drake, your plans are far too convoluted to be effective. Watch and learn.”

He turned to me, nothing about his demeanor changing; “hello. Todd said we shouldn't bother you because you ‘clearly want to be alone’, but I am convinced the only way to stop their nonsense is if he comes over. May he have a moment of your time?”

Frowning a little, I stared at the kid. He stared right back, neither of us blinking for a solid minute as we sussed each other out. His expression barely changed, but the boredom in his eyes turned into determination. “... Well, you're definitely not a frat boy. So I'll make you a deal; you may report back that he has permission to come say hi. If he doesn't choose to, that's the end of this little charade. And if either of them” I gestured to the one sitting at my table; “comes back over here, I start stabbing. Got it?”

The boy nodded once, and I thought I saw a ghost of a smirk. “You have my word.” He dragged the other man out of the chair by his shirt, pulling him stumbling toward their table. That was when I saw him. The only person at their table who hadn't come over yet. Even hunched over the table he was enormous, probably close to six feet tall; exactly the kind of man I typically avoided. The kid spoke sharply, pointing in my direction, and his head shot up to look in my direction. Even from across the spacious patio, I could see his face turning red. The obnoxious, cocky smirk I was expecting to see was entirely missing; instead he seemed almost confused.

Headphones back on but turned off so I could hear if he approached, I returned to my book. But I only got through a few pages before the first one shouted; “and offer to get her another coffee or something!”

I looked over to see the tall one frozen halfway between our tables, a look on his face like he was considering jumping over the patio fence to get away. His demeanor reminded me of a lost puppy, and I couldn't help the chuckle that rose up out of my throat. I bookmarked my page, set the book aside, and slid my headphones down around my neck. I really thought he was about to bolt until I lifted one hand, curling my fingers to gesture for him to continue toward me.

He stopped short by a good several feet, eyeing the distance between himself and the chair, and took one extra step back. It seemed as if he was hyper aware of just how much he loomed over me; the way he stood was like he was trying to will himself to be smaller, and he kept his hands at his sides. “Um … hi. … Sorry, this is … this is really weird …”

I nodded, watching him. “It is a bit. … Todd, was it?”

“Jay… Jason.”

“Not Todd?”

“Jason Todd. Damian calls me Todd, he thinks using people's last names keeps them at an arm's length…” Jason Todd. The name felt familiar, but I couldn't place why. He continued to ramble about how important tone was in determining whether this Damian kid was referring to you with affection or disdain, and I watched him. He was admittedly very cute; he had a sort of a bad boy aesthetic -leather jacket, dark clothes, a white streak in his hair, some unusual scars on his face and arms-, which juxtaposed interestingly with the gentleness in his voice, bright eyes, and awkward mannerisms. That was actually the thing that made the most sense about this situation; bikers are often secret teddy bears.

“... Jason?”

He looked up at me, one hand sheepishly making its way into his hair. “Yeah, sorry, you want me to go. I'll get them to stop harassing you, so sorry-”

“Actually, I was going to say you don't have to stand the whole time.” I gestured to the chair across from me.

He hesitated, watching me. “... Y- you don't want me to go?”

I smiled softly and shook my head. “Sit?”

He quickly obeyed, a hesitant smile on his face, which was almost immediately hidden by his hand when his brothers whooped from their table. “... God, I'm so sorry … th- they mean well, really, they're not trying to be weird …”

I laughed softly, “it's fine, that's what siblings do, right?”

“... I guess so … I've been sort of … away for a while, but I guess this is pretty standard sibling behavior. … Right?”

“I mean, a little more insistent than mine, but not too far outside the realm of what I’d consider normal.” I shrugged, finishing my chai latte.

He smiled slightly, considering that. “... Hm … um … c- can I get you another?” He gestured to my cup.

“... Sure, I've got time.”

The pleased grin on his face as he looked away to flag down a server surprised me. Then again, everything about him was surprising. Still, no one had ever looked at me quite like that before… 

The server sauntered over, clearly curious about my new companion. Jason smiled brightly; “Hi, can we get another for the lady? And I'll have a medium black coffee, sweet, please.”

Huh. He called me a ‘lady’. Not a girl, or a chick, a lady. That was … also surprising. We chatted for a little while, sipping our coffees, and tried to ignore his staring brothers. He was incredibly awkward, in a sweet, endearing way. I got the impression that he wasn't fully comfortable, but chalked it up to how weirdly this all started. After a while, the first one returned, a small grimace on his face.

I raised an eyebrow; “I'm pretty sure I told the little one that the next one of you to come over was getting stabbed.”

“I know, I know! I'm so sorry, but Jay, we gotta go. Bruce texted…”

That was when it clicked; why I knew the name Jason Todd. He was a Wayne … his death had dominated the news cycle for a week. His miraculous, frankly poorly explained, return was the story for at least two.

He looked, torn, between me and his brother. “Oh … um …”

The man I finally recognized as Dick Grayson leaned forward and fake-whispered, “the words you're looking for are ‘can I have your phone number'?”

Jason swatted him away, blushing bright red; “Seriously, Dick? … well, can I-”

His ears were turning red as I held my hand out for his phone. I added my contact info and, feeling unusually bold, I added ☕💖 after my name while Jason dropped a couple of bills on the table; I smiled a bit, realizing he was leaving enough to cover my first drink for me too. I passed his phone back, enjoying the look of wonder on his face when he checked the screen. The way he whispered my name, like a prayer meant only for god's ears, had my stomach doing backflips.

“thanks … I'll call you?”

“Sounds good. I'm a night owl, so not too early, yeah?”

He nodded eagerly. “Not too early, promise.”

[milksnake-tea]

━━ homecoming.

He was always your favorite, ever since the day you'd found him. But you knew you couldn't keep him forever. One day, he would have to leave.

merman!blade x gn!reader

contains: fluff, hurt/comfort, a smudge of angst, blade is a little shit, reader is a scientist, potentially ooc blade, a hint of abandonment issues, making out (but nothing suggestive), not edited we die like jing liu, written before version 1.1

word count: 1.7k

a/n: posting this on the last day of mermay because ofc i am (im pst so shhh its not june yet). anyways merman blade is the most genius thing i have ever thought of no one will convince me otherwise

Your research facility was unlike any other in the world.

The hallways were enshrouded in darkness, with the only light sources being the illuminated tanks that lined the walls. They varied in size and shape, some cylindrical, others rectangular. Some tanks were lucky enough to have entire biomes in them, ranging from gorgeous coral reefs to murky kelp forests, and some had nothing in them at all. But what every tank had in common was an eerie glow of cyan that pulsated throughout their waters.

As you walked past the exhibits - your footsteps echoing loudly throughout the empty halls - your specimen began to unravel to life.

Electric eels sparked with lightning as you passed, and beside them, gigantic sea serpents hissed and coiled. Grindylows peeked from behind their forests, and jellyfish of all forms drifted aimlessly through their tanks. An eye the size of a soccer ball watched you from the largest exhibit of all, the giant squid thrilled to see its master.

This institute was home to mythology and biology alike, where fables rested alongside common knowledge. Here, in the middle of nowhere, with no land in sight, you were in the eye of the storm - vulnerable to the truths behind old sailors’ tales.

Despite this, you loved your job more than anything. These creatures that you studied, that you nurtured and raised, were like your children. Even the various hippocampi (who you didn’t have the heart to keep within your walls), were dear to you, and you to them.

Yes, there was the occasional sea monster that you had to shoot down. Yes, there were the occasional sirens who would try to lure you to your death. Most of the ocean’s creatures were dangerous, and well aware of it. Unfortunately, you were too smart and too stubborn to die.

A sharp tap on glass snapped you out of your thoughts. Smiling knowingly to yourself, you walked up to a cylindrical glass tank that spanned two stories tall, encircled by spiraling stairs.

“Hey, Blade. Missed me?” You greeted, placing a hand on the glass.

Out of all of the creatures that you held within your home, he was your favorite.

He really was a beauty. Gifted with a slender black tail, seared with a vicious red, the merman swayed gently in his tank, sleek, almost sharp fins flowing around him. Blackened scales gave way to fair skin, scarred with scratches and bites from previous battles. His hair billowed around him like a dark cloud, fading from black to a soft maroon.

You'd found Blade a few weeks ago, bleeding out in the coral reefs surrounding your little island of a facility. He’d likely gotten into a fight with other merpeople, as the more territorial ones tended to do. Even now, the wounds hadn’t completely healed, with bandages still wrapped around his abdomen.

Blade’s ever-cold face barely budged at your greeting. The second your hand met his tank, he backed away, swimming up towards the top of his tank - naturally expecting you to follow. You sighed, shaking your head knowingly.

By the time you had climbed the staircase to the top, Blade was already lounging on the stairs leading into his waters. His wet hair clung to his body as he watched you expectantly, his tail flicking small waves into motion. Sunlight cascaded over him from a glass ceiling, bathing him in a gentle light.

“You’re late.” His eyes never left your body as you neared him, eyeing you like a hungry predator.

You dropped your bag off some counter lining the walls. “I was dealing with the new shipments.”

“Oh? Am I finally getting some company?” Blade asked sarcastically, stretching like a cat in the warm sun. You don’t think it was an accident that he rolled over, shamelessly showing off his sculpted abdomen.

“Like I could just order a merman off the web,” you scoffed, sitting next to him and dipping your legs into the tank. “You’re just a special case.”

He didn’t respond to that, merely watches you with an emotion that you can’t quite pinpoint. Knowing him, it could be anything from warm affection to a mischievous desire to inconvenience you by the slightest amount. He was petty like that.

Briefly, his tail came to brush against your legs. You giggled at the action, the thin fins ticklish against your skin. A flicker of a smile flashed across Blade’s face, gone just as fast as it had appeared.

“How are your wounds?” you asked, your hand absentmindedly coming to pet his head. Where Blade would have bitten anyone else, the merman keened at the touch, closing his eyes briefly.

“Better.” His voice was barely above a whisper as you threaded your fingers through his wet hair.

“That’s good. No pain?”

“None,” he answered. As you removed your hand, for a moment, he chased it, before he met your teasing eyes and remembered himself. Coughing, he quickly turned away, refusing to meet your amused gaze.

“At this rate, you’ll be leaving sooner than expected,” you hummed. Blade’s eyes widened at your words, an unfamiliar pang hitting his chest. “I’m sure you’ve been missing your friends.”

Blade scoffed at the notion, rolling back onto his chest to stare at the floor. “Hardly.”

“Well,” you shrugged, kicking up some water. “At the very least, you’d miss the open waters.”

That, he couldn’t deny. But even still, the thought of finally leaving the facility had become foreign to him. Three weeks prior, he would’ve jumped at the opportunity to get out of this place, this tank. But now, he wasn’t so sure.

“Hey, chin up.” Your hand cupped his cheek, bringing him to look up at you. “It’s not like you’ll never see me again. You can always visit.”

He doubted that. Out in the ocean, he had little free time to himself. He would spend his days constantly on the run from various mermaid kingdoms and tribes, and if not that, he’d be hunting, searching for his next meal. He journeyed the seas without end. Blade was a vagrant, a wanderer without a home.

But here, perhaps…

His body moved without thinking. Pushing himself up onto his arms, he leaned over you, water droplets falling onto your shirt as he caged you between his arms. His gaze had become hazy, his eyes lidded. His breath shuddered in his chest as he pressed his forehead against yours, drinking in as much of you as he could.

Blade didn’t say much, but he didn’t have to. You heard his words loud and clear, without him needing to say a word.

Stay.

It was unclear who he was talking to, whether it be you or himself. There was a subtle desperation in the way his chest heaved as he breathed, breathless without a thief.

Your arms, your welcoming arms, wrapped around his shoulders like a warm blanket, bringing him in for an embrace. Immediately, he latched onto the opportunity, gripping onto you as though you’d disappear if he dared loosen his grip. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, forever engraving it into his memory.

If only he was human, he’d lament. If only he could walk the lands like you did. If only the two of you weren’t separated by land and sea. If only - his grip became just a little tighter - he could stay like this a little longer.

You stroke the back of his head gently, feeling Blade shiver at your touch. He wasn’t crying - you didn’t know if he even remembered how.

Deep inside, you wanted him to stay. You didn’t want to let him go. It was an ugly, selfish part of you that wanted to keep him for yourself. But you knew you couldn't keep him here. He had to return to the ocean, where he belonged.

He pulled away from you, yet still held onto your arms like a lifeline. You never thought you’d describe the stoic merman as desperate, but there was no other word that could properly depict the emotion swirling in his eyes.

Your hands came to cradle his face gently, unable to say a word. Blade’s breath hitched.

His lips barely parted as he spoke, his voice raspy and low.

“Forgive me.”

That was the only warning you got before he crashed his lips into yours.

His kiss was unlike any other you’ve had. Whereas your previous experiences were tender and romantic, this was hungry, raw, depraved. Blade kissed you with the fervor of a starving man, as though you would be his final meal. He was aggressive with his affections, practically clawing onto your shirt as he clutched you closer to him.

Your heart raced in your chest as you met his violent dance, parting your lips for a moment to allow him to slip in his tongue. You welcomed him in, firmly holding his face. Emotions swirled in you like the blurred voices of a crowd, overwhelming and satiating you at the same time.

To say that you were surprised by his actions would be a lie. You’ve known his feelings for a while now, and had plenty of time to accept yours. It was obvious, in the gentlest touches, in the way he could make you smile just by being around you.

You’ve avoided acknowledging these feelings for the longest time, and so did he.

When the two of you finally parted, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, the only thing you could do was watch. You studied Blade’s face, clearly now, for the first time. Your fingers traced around his jawline, admiring how his cheeks had become dyed with a pretty red. You swiped over his parted lips, still catching his breath from the kiss. Your thumb rubbed just underneath his eyes, brushing away the loose strands of hair from his face.

You’ve always known he was a beauty, but in this moment, he simply took your breath away.

Blade covered your hand in his, nuzzling into your palm. He softly pressed his lips to your inner wrist, a stark contrast from the kiss he’d just ravaged you with. He kept his eyes solely on you as he did this, trapping your gaze with his stare.

“I’m not leaving.”

“Huh?” You blinked, trying to snap yourself out of your daze. Blade smirked against your palm, swiping out his tongue and dragging it against your skin.

“Come, now,” he mused. “You didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?”

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[kaeddehara]

I WISH YOU WERE MINE — NSFW

even though rin itoshi knows you’re not his, he can’t help but act like you are anyway <3

♱ warnings — smut but more fluffy + kinda ooc rin (i tried) + friends to lovers <3 + rin becomes very possessive of you

♱ a/n notes — hey sooo another rin fic…i promise i’m working on much larger works but school and work are killing me. please forgive me i’ll give you what you guys deserve but for now, take this. also, apologies for ignoring my inbox. i am still taking requests but please be patient with my slow responses !!

“hey, you feeling alright?”

rin stops to look you in your eyes, his almost same deadpan look he usually wears still on his face. you give a soft “yeah” before leaning back in to continue the make out session you were induced in before rin took his lips off yours to speak. rin backed away more though, making you surprised then disappointed? did he not want this?

“rin i…”

“do you really want this that’s what i’m asking”

“yes- of course i do!”

your eagerness did not catch rin off guard in the slightest. in fact, he expected you to be practicing begging for him by the time he’d removed his lips from yours. leaning back in fully, he caught your lips right back where he had them. kissing you with such deep motions and passion you could barley handle how quickly he moved. carding your fingers through his soft, dark hair as a means to keep him close to you.

he thinks you look so beautiful when you’re desperate for him.

he wishes he could see you like this more, but relationships aren’t so easy for rin. the kissing and the touching was all a distraction from what truly lied beneath both of your skin. knowing that neither of you were even close to being committed in a relationship like one should be when taking part in this. rin gave you no reason to believe it wasn’t because he didn’t want to kiss you, but because you guys were just friends. nothing more, up until now of course.

though, you preferred not to think about that. not when you felt his large, calloused hands begin to wrap around your waist, fitting to snugly in a way no one else could capture you in. even through his actions, he always found ways to claim you without even saying a word. it was something that always drew people in rin in general—you thought. in the moment though, nothing mattered more than that blissful feeling you’d be starved of.

watching rin carefully take his shirt off in a quick yet alluring manner. he never failed to surprise you with how toned and shaped rins body was and knew what an effect he had on you. your eyes never once leaving his bare torso as he leaned down yet again over you, letting his hot breath hit your chest and neck as he slipped a hand underneath your top. his cool touch soothing your nervous body as he cupped a hand around your pretty tits. a soft moan leaving your lips as rin continued to fondle your chest with a gently touch you’d never seen him give to anyone else.

the both of your gradually became more bare in front of each other and couldn’t wait a second longer. rin already had every inch of your body stuck in his head before he even slipped inside you. with just how dripping wet you were, preparation was easy and took no time at all. before you knew it, your legs were wrapped around rins torso and nails digging into his back as he pounded into you. using practically all his weight to make each thrust feel deeper and deeper inside you—making sure you were full. you could barley even think with the size rin was but on top of that, his powerful movements hindered you weak underneath him. it was then again he admired how beautiful you were—he’d admired you all night but this version of you was something he wanted no one else to see. only him. you were his.

“you’re mine you got that?”

rin mumbled, breathing staggered and heart pounding in his chest. a few shaky moans and a few more slow thrusts were all it took to get the answer out of you.

“y-yes i’m all yours rin”

as if on cue, so many feelings rippled inside of him non-stop and he had no choice but to prove his words true to you. that sweet and gently look in your eyes was soon lost as rin picked the pace back up. the sound of your skin meeting each other and the sounds you both made were almost too sinful for rin to handle. he couldn’t hide his shame anymore because he too was lost in the pleasure. more whines and whimpers came from his lips as he soon finished by pulling out and letting all his remains coat your pretty skin. your frantic breathing only made the scene even more sensual as all his hot cum dropped down your torso down to his sheets. both of you in awe at the remnants of the aftermath you both were experiencing in that moment. putting a hand up to rins cheeks, you admired his gorgeous features even more in the afterglow.

“god you’re so pretty”

you mumbled, barley noticing you actually said your thoughts aloud and rin couldn’t help but let a pleased smile make its way to his lips. even though he felt wrong before, he knew it was right. he belonged here with you and nothing was going to change that.

“you as well, sorry i got you all messy.”

the weary and slightly embarrassed tone in his voice gave away everything as his gaze turned away.

“nothing to apologize about, i like that way it looks on me anyway.”

you taunted at him in rasped tone. his gaze turned back to yours not before leaning back in for one final kiss of that evening. it was so deep and beautiful you felt as if another round with rin maybe wasn’t such a bad idea. it was only until you tried to move your body that you soon realized a second round would have to be put on hold so you could recover.

“got me sore already rin”

“it’s not my fault”

“it completely is you dummy”

“you better be grateful i gave you something, i could tell you’d been needing that huh?”

that deep, husky tone in his voice drove you insane but also how confident he sounded in himself. and judging from the huge mess rin made all over your pretty skin, it seemed like both of you had needed that <3.

[lizzychanstuffss]

Hi, I saw you were taking prompts! Could you write something where human Tav (or any non-darkvision race) and Astarion are exploring somewhere dark (maybe some ruins or a cave) and Tav's torch goes out. So they have to rely on Astarion to guide them the rest of the time?

My first question! Of course I am more than happy to fill your request! I’m still getting used to writing for Astarion’s voice so I apologize if he sounds a bit ooc.

Astarion x human!Tav GN

Set in act 2 since it's convenient for the request

Choosing to scout ahead with just two of you seemed like a good idea back at camp, but you both sorely underestimated how dark the shadow-cursed lands truly would be. Not to mention how creepy they would end up being as well. Neither you nor Astarion really expected it. Going from the sunny mountain pass to the beautiful bioluminescent Underdark, nothing could compare to this.

It was all shadows and nightmares and it was just awful, the torch you held was barely cutting through the darkness, although a particular pale elf was walking with no issue.

"How can you see through all this darkness so easily, Astarion?" raising an eyebrow as you squinted trying to get a good look at his features.

"Darkvision, my dear" he played it off so easily, of course. You let out a slightly annoyed sigh which he couldn't help but chuckle in response to before he teased back.

"Well Shadowheart did offer to come instead of you, darling"

"I am perfectly fi-"

whoosh

"Ah!" Astarion let out a startled yelp as the torch was put out by a surprise gust of wind. By this point in time you had been blessed by the pixie so the shadow curse getting you wasn't an issue, but you still couldn't see anything through this thick fog of shadow.

"Astarion?" defeated you called out to him holding your arms out as you tried to feel where the man was standing.

"I'm here, my dear" He hesitated at first before taking your hands in his. You couldn't help but smile a bit seeing him even be willing to touch you like this, but considering there was no good way to relight the torch he figured this to be the best option.

Looking around with ease he began walking, "Where are we going?" you asked slightly confused as you stumbled over your feet.

"Back to camp, of course, as much as I want to trust we won't be attacked in this darkness, I don't trust you to be of any use without darkvision" sighing a bit because frankly, he was right. Without a torch and without any way to relight it, you were fairly useless at the moment.

So continuing on you two walked, although you couldn't help but notice he was walking a bit slower than normal.

"You know you don't have to go so slow, I'll be fine if you speed up" you spoke, and then Astarion stopped and you were fairly certain he turned back to face you forgetting that you couldn't see him, only imagining how he got embarrassed as he forgot this little detail.

"I...I thought it would be better if I slowed down so you don't trip and fall on your face unless you would prefer I just let you fall and make a fool of yourself" That classic sass of his coming through but you simply rolled your eyes and gave him a smile.

"You're adorable when you get like this" The words rolled off your tongue you could swear the man froze in time, but only for a moment before composing himself.

"And you're adorable when you're trying to tease me~" you could almost make out a smirk on his face through what little shapes you could find painting his figure. Wordlessly he turned and continued his guidance, giving you time to try and think of something clever to say back. But if he was going to say things like that then maybe silence was the better option overall.

Eventually the two of you made it back to camp, the warmth and color filling both of your views "Ah finally not total darkness!" happily you took in the sight of the fire before turning to Astarion with your hand still in his.

"Do you want to sit in your tent or by the fire?" tilting your head as you gave him an option he seemed rather confused by the question.

"I suppose....my tent?" raising an eyebrow as he spoke unsure what your ploy was. While he was still getting used to this being a couple things you were trying your best to do little things that you thought he might enjoy.

"Alright, well then let's go" letting go of his hand as you began to walk before he grabbed it and walked with you back to his tent, getting a smile out of you. 

[americanpsychgirl]

Mad Scientist!Miguel O’Hara x Frankenstein’s Monster!Reader.

AN: haii! i’m like super duper new to this stuff so it took a lot of me to post this, super sorry if this is mega ooc or something!!!

Warnings/content: Decapitation, blood(?), use of numbing agent, sharp objects (to cut off heads obvi :3), brief mention of restraints, use of the words bitch and slut if you’re not into that, terrible depictions of anything doctorly i am NOT that guy… (tell me if i need to add anything!

Word count: about 1.6k

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You feel yourself waking up, blinking as your vision begins to un-blur and swearing you felt butterflies where your stomach was supposed to be upon seeing Miguel looking down at you with that oh-so loving smile, leaning down to hold your face.

Your beautiful, beautiful face, all made by him, from the shape of your nose to the color of your eyes, sometimes he was surprised he was able to make something so.. breathtaking.

“Morning, little one…” He whispers as to not wake you up entirely, kissing your forehead before immediately sticking a needle into you, the strong numbing agent coursing through your veins immediately.

You weren’t completely immobile yet, but you do start to feel your fingers and toes fall asleep.

This was the fifth time this week he had done an experiment on you, and it was only Wednesday if you had remembered correctly, “Do again…?” You murmur, trying to open your eyes as they continue to close from either your sleepiness or the numbness.

He chuckles, dragging his fingers over your eyelids to close them again, “I’m sorry, hon.. I really am…” He begins to tighten your restraints to make sure you can’t move, “You know how special you are, right? I need to do this…” His voice so honeyed you could practically see the sickly sweet words oozing from his mouth behind your dark eyelids.

He didn’t need to do half of the stuff he does to you, you and he both knew it, but your devotion to your creator helped you throughout all of his trials and tribulations.

A small hum of agreement comes from you, feeling (or not..) as your whole body becomes paralyzed, you remember the first few times where you used to be scared of when it happened.. how you used to try and resist as he pulled out his needle, now you can only feel comfort in the way he talks you through it, how he’s there with you…

He drags his large hands up and down your waist, relishing in your pure beauty to then pull his cart of tools closer to the cot you were on, “This’ll be quick, okay..? It’ll be no time until I stitch you back…”

“Stitch.. back..?” Your lips barely move as you respond in garbled speech, confused on what he meant by stitch back, was he going to cut you open again..?

He nods even though you wouldn’t be able to see in your state, “You’ll see…” He says, a shit eating grin gracing his features.

You make another noise, this one being hesitant instead as you felt the pressure of something being pressed against your neck, but not what it was exactly, your eyes trying to shoot open despite the numbing agent.

“I want you to relax…” He mutters, as if he felt your discomfort, you loved that he always knew how you felt.

What that thing was was a bone saw.

He was going to cut off your head.

He kissed your cheek before getting to it, slowly slicing at your neck as if you were just some vegetable on a cutting board your blood spraying all over him, not phasing him at all while you couldn’t be the wiser.

Finally, the last precise cut was made, your head falling off your neck like nothing, and you hear the pleased laugh he makes as he picks it up and inspects it. You were his little trophy, he could put you on a shelve if he really wanted to.

Due to you not being connected to your body, your eyes start to flutter open, finally waking all the way up with the little sniff of your nose.

“How do you feel, honey..?” He asks, trying to stop himself from kissing you any further until you answer.

Your lips curl into a smile when you look at him and his handsome face, his cheekbones and jawline making you think he was the one with his features handpicked, “Good…” You try to nod, but your face drops as you notice that you’re not connected to your neck, a frown taking over, “Mi-guel…” You warn, as if it would do anything for your situation.

He gives a faux look of pity, “I’m sorry.. you know I am…” He whispers, his chair groaning under his weight as he sits at his desk, placing you under the lamp that sat there, and writing down something that you couldn’t understand.

In your singular year on this earth, you’ve come to learn he is never sorry, no matter how soft his voice is or how pouty his lips get, the times he plays and prods at you are not the same times that he is head over heels in love.

Yet you always accept his apologies, with the hope you could officially live your life with him, not strapped to a cot with harsh light in your face or with organs from who knows where stuffed into you at random.. just out and about, maybe he would take you home if you asked.

You didn’t know what normal humans did when they liked each other, but you wished to do whatever it was with him.

“Mi-guel..?” You mutter, cheesing when his eyes quickly look up from what seems to be a report to you, he was always so attentive, “Question. I have question.” Your eyelashes flutter, making him smile right back at you.

“And what is that, sweet thing..?”

“What if sweet thing.. goes to the outside…” She pauses to add on “With creator.” quickly.

His smile drops into an ugly scowl, his nose scrunching up at the thought of letting her leave, that’s until he gains what little composure he has while taking a deep breath, “Where’d you learn that. Who told you the outside was okay for something like you.” He says in a low tone, it felt like a slap to the face and he hadn’t even said no yet.

“Sweet thing thought it would b-be okay-“

“-Well it isn’t. Did I tell you it would be okay..?”

You would shake your head if it were to be attached to anything, but it wasn’t, so you just sit there with a sad look on your face.. noting how he glances at you every so often while writing, noticeably getting more and more tense as the moment went on.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He grumbles, putting his head into his hands and sighing.

“What?” You blink a few times, drawing yet another sigh from him.

“I am so fucking hard right now, stop looking at me goddamnit.” He spits out, as if he was mad, as if she was at fault for simply looking his way.. when did he even find the time to get hard in these past few minutes..?

You gasp softly, your mouth hanging open in surprise upon his words, he was always easy to arouse, but for this to happen to him right after getting mad at you? You wondered if he actually liked you.

“Close your damn mouth.” He groans, resting his head on his forearm on the table, the other one slowly reaching towards his belt to unbuckle his khakis that were fitting way too tight at the moment, “Shit…” He seethes.

“Fuck you. Fuck you, stupid bitch.” His voice wavers as he removes the layer of his pants, the huge tent in his boxers making him shiver at the sight of his own genitals. He finally frees himself and watches as it springs against his shirt, slightly leaning back down due to how heavy it was.

It was leaky, veiny and beautiful, the base a bit darker than his actual skin tone and the needy tip getting redder and redder as the time passes, he lets out a low groan as he sits back, finally remembering that you were right in front of him.

“I think I have a.. test for you…” He breathes out, looking at you seemingly for approval, grabbing your head and not letting you respond anyway as if he wasn’t looking for approval.

You knew what to do, body or not, what you weren’t ready for is the way he shoved his cock in your mouth, not that you necessarily had airways at the moment…

And your lack of lungs made it better for him, with him writhing and moaning like a chick while watching his dick disappear within your mouth as if this was some sort of magician’s act, using your warm, wet mouth as some pocket pussy.

This was for release, this wasn’t an experiment.

“Mmf.. yeah.. yeah let me use your mouth, slut.” He says under his breath, his head rocking back and forth as if he couldn’t hold it up correctly, his teeth biting at his lip so hard he was about to draw blood.

But what else were you to do..? Walk away? Tell the man in possession of your head to stop? You can’t talk with a mouth full of cock anyway…

“F..fa… Fuck- Gonna cum in your pretty mouth, yeah?” He lets out a voice cracking whimper before stilling, letting his thick load fill your mouth to the point where it spilled out due to having no where else to go.

He gave a dopey smile at the fact that his cum was all over his pants, little aftershocks spurting out at the sight till he finally sets you back down on his desk.

“Sweet thing passed.. yes..?”

“More than passed.” He hums out.

The next few minutes consist of him stitching you back, cleaning you up and tying a cute red ribbon where the incision was. You were whole again, you were you again.

And most importantly, he loved you again.

Fin.

[bluesylveon2]

#69 with Vil Schoenheit because I want to see the world burn

Hi anon! I am so sorry for posting this late! I was busy with school but now I'm done. This one is shorter than my previous works, but I hope that you enjoy! 😁

Note: Yuu/Reader is not the Prefect, canon divergence, fluff?, real life references

Word Count: 845

Warning: not beta read, possible ooc characters, and a poor explanation bout memes

"Hahahaha!" Vil rolled his eyes and continued typing his email.

"Oh my gosh! This is hilarious!" Vil started tapping his foot impatiently against the floor.  

"AHHAHAHAHA!" The blonde felt a vein pop out of his forehead as Epel laughed loudly from the next room. The lavender-haired boy had been like that for days now.

"That's it!" Vil exclaimed, and he immediately closed his laptop. Vil left his office to lecture Epel again (re: for the fifth time that day). The blonde rounded the corner to see Epel sprawled out on one of Pomefiore's sofas, laughing at something on his phone. Vil gracefully strode to Epel and took his phone.

"Hey! That's mine!" Epel attempted to grab the phone, but Vil dodged his advances by holding it up high. "Why are you lookin at my stuff anyway? There's nothing good." Epel jumped and internally cursed Vil and his heels.

Vil's only reply was a criminally bombastic side-eye. "Tsk. You would not understand Baby Potato. You laugh so loudly that you could attract a hyena to this dorm. I need to confiscate your phone so this dorm can have peace." Vil's eyes landed on Epel's screen, and the boy's eyes widened.

"Wait! That's-"

Vil only blinked. "Is that…me?" The boy asked, scrolling through the phone's contents, which had many memes of him. Usually, Vil did not mind this, but these memes were-

"UTTERLY PERPOSTEROUS!" Vil's scream caused Epel to close his eyes at the intensity. "Why does this one have so many unnecessary colors? And that font makes me want to vomit! These are not memes!"

Epel frowned. "What do you mean? I thought that one was hilarious. In fact, whoever makes them has been for a while, and they are always targeting you. Some are funny."

Vil stopped scrolling and just stared at Epel. "Like what?"

"Well, if you scroll up, there is one of you commanding a bunch of potatoes." Epel scooted closer and pointed at the device. "Another one where it has a man crying, and the caption is about you not being a villain. Oh, and this is my favorite one." Vil stopped scrolling. On the screen was a drawing of him lying still on the floor with a purple puddle surrounding him while a purple blob with arms and legs stood nearby. "You dying after drinking a Grimace drink." Epel could not hide his snicker. 

Vil gave Epel another bombastic side eye and shoved the phone back in Epel's hands. "This is too much. I need to rest my eyes." Vil sighed and strode off, only stopping when he was at the door. "Oh, and Epel. I am going to increase your training by tenfold. We will start when I wake up."

Epel gulped in fear.

---

"Monsieur Pommette? What are you doing?" Rook asked, causing Epel to freeze right before he could step through the portal connecting to the Mirror Chamber. 

Epel slowly turned to the blonde. "Oh, Rook, I did not see you there. I'm just going…" Epel trailed off. "On a trip?"

Rook raised an eyebrow, focusing on Epel's apple-shaped suitcase. "Oh really? Where to?"

Epel laughed nervously and looked anything but Rook. "Uhh, places…"

"Like?"

"AHHHHH!" Vil's scream echoed through the dorm, causing the other two to stop. 

"I wonder what that's about?" Rook asked aloud, briefly looking away and giving Epel enough time to run for it. 

Meanwhile, Vil was ready to throw his hand mirror at the wall. He had a bright red and angry pimple on his beautiful face that needed to be gone now! 

"If only I did not see those disgusting memes. The stress is getting to me…" Suddenly, a lightbulb flashed in Vil's head. He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed his manager's number. 

"Mira? It's me." Vil smirked evilly. "I have a job for you."

---

"Welcome back to NRC Gossip, everyone! It is your host Cay-Cay with none other than Yuu!" Yuu nodded to the crowd and turned to Cater. "So, tell me about your success?"

"Well, I like Vil Schoenheit but not like a huge fan. I thought, what better way to express it than through memes? That is the general gist of it." Yuu explained, ending her statement with a smile. 

Cater laughed and nodded. "You have to explain more, but first, I have a surprise that I want to show you."

Yuu's eyes lit up, and she shifted in her seat. "Really?! Is it a kitten?"

"Better." Cater made a motion to someone backstage behind Yuu. “Say hello to the Vil Schoenheit!” Vil walked out with an evil smirk, his amethyst eyes set on Yuu. 

Yuu felt the lights and whatever Cater was saying fly past her. She felt embarrassment and some fear grow inside of her, which only made Vil smile victoriously as her confidence faded away. Yuu's mind was telling her to run and get as far away from the man before she got a lecture about what not to post on the internet. Her body felt like lead, and her mouth only said one thing.

 "HUH!?" 

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

A/N: Tell me why I picture Vil walking in like the Eric Cartman Tiktok 😂

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

[quietbluejay]

Unremembered Empire 2

okay i saw mention of Phall in Angel Exterminatus

now i am curious

dun dun dunnn

man is it any wonder he gestures at entirety of dark imperium

you know the whole becoming just the avatar of the emperor so eventually there will be nothing left of him but a guilliman-shaped mouthpiece

okay I'm REALLY curious about Phall now

the imperial fists are not intellectuals huh

lol

you both have the same mother

actually technically speaking aren't all the primarchs bastards as their parents weren't married- bluejay is shot by raven guard sniper

i mean they all are in the colloquial sense but also in the legal sense

Alexis wants to go to Terra

really tall dude, huh (also, you sure have an interesting definition of indecision)

man i love when people call out Guilliman

then he talks about how the imperial fists are renowned for their fortification but gets interrupted by someone sharpening their knife lmao oh it's Kleve and his Iron Hand and White Scar buddies

uhhh bro do you know what the word heresy means it has a very specific meaning

oh the wolves are here

I'm taking back all the nice things I thought about Russ

guilliman talks about it with his chief librarian

this is a very good point

huh how does he get out of this one without maccrage being burned to the ground

BLORBO ALERT

my boy is heeeere

HMMMMM

THIEL

aw, Thiel

Thiel seems OOC

Guilliman does in fact care personally

sometimes I remember why I actually like him (I mean in addition to bullying him)

but yeah there's something sus here

I WAS RIGHT

assassination attempt!

it's not thiel okay well we know he's alive because he showed up in the prologue of Dark Imperium so they can't have killed him and stolen his armour

so it's guilliman vs 10 i mean i know he's gonna survive this the question is how

not a bad fight scene

lmao yeah pretty hard to miss him lol anyways he takes a few hits oh he threw a marble bust lol

wow that got way closer than i thought

dude made one simple mistake

should have just cut his throat lmao

and then guilliman kills him and collapses

cringgge

me: we have curze at home curze at home: THIS

I love her

Euten tears a strip off this dude

beautiful

roboute's mom has got it going on, she's- quietbluejay was then shot for lese-majeste by entire squad of ultramarines

you know what would be the most terrifying combo, assuming they were ever in the same part of the timeline on the same side? Euten and Huron

uwu the girls are fightiiinggggg (ultramarines) and boy do they get snippy

the whole thing was basically like this

then GUILLIMAN INTERRUPT he tells them all to shut up and actually manages things well!

and hit image limit again. lol.

[suffcring]

A QUICK PRIMER/ TL;DR ON RABBIT

this is pretty much standard across her history, and minus a few changes for her Ghsot AU, is across the board useful

It is important you understand Rabbit was an OC I made when I was 18 on a forum for the webcomic Order of the Stick, and is therefore semi tied into DnD ish concepts, but largely has moved on from that to be a completely original character

I cannot TL;DR her religion, sorry. You can read it here I made it up myself. There will be some summarizing of the details included.

The leader of the cult was Rabbit's father, Jackal. Her mother (Cat) was the sister of Jackal's wife (Akita), and therefore Rabbit is a bastard which does not help with her ostracization from the clan. Jackal had a brother, Raven, who might have actually been Rabbit's dad. There's really no way of knowing, since, like, Rabbit killed him after she saw him kill Akita (who had poisoned Cat and had been intent on killing Rabbit, too). Rabbit has a half sister who leads the clan now, Dove. Dove has some fondness still for Rabbit, but Rabbit is incredibly bitter and angry

Rabbit was ostracized due to being unable to shapeshift and being a necromancer. As a child. Completely cut off from any warmth.

Rabbit ran off with a boyfriend (Amour, my friend Bryn's old OC) and then ran away from him, too-- cause trauma (there's more to it, but again this is a more digest friendly explanation of Rabbit). He's a musician, with some ancestral connection to the sirens of greek myth, and he's recently been on the radio quite a bit. Think Hozier/George Ezra -esque sound.

her main goal in any universe except Ghost is to absolutely destroy the compound her family lives on. Just. Destroy all of them. Wipe it from the planet. She's convinced she will not be at peace until they've suffered

Rabbit's family mostly lives on a compound, though most of them attend the local public schools, go off to college, and plenty of them live off compound as adults when they get married or find a life of their own

most of the family on compound partake in the family industry -- think Academi (formerly Blackwater). Body guarding, military security, that sort of thing.

because of this, Rabbit is buff. Not hugely so, but she's strong and knows how to physically take a person down. She knows sixteen ways to kill you with her thumb.

Rabbit is asexual and heteroromantic. My only hetero character ever. Still, she prefers the friendship of women to that of men.

Due to Trauma TW, Rabbit often cannot enjoy sexual encounters without an element of pain. She is masochistic. That said, she has and will engage in vanilla sexual encounters with people she loves (though this is rare)

How does Rabbit animate corpses? I'm so glad you asked, she kisses them. Sleeping Beauty style. If you have an undead character and they allow her to kiss them, they're under her control. Sorry.

Rabbit does her own acrylics -- and the benefit of this is that her nails have an enchantment on them so she can touch ghosts and poltergeists :)

in NON GHOST universes, Rabbit is on her way to becoming a lich. I am bending the rules, I do not care. She has a phylactery, but only certain people know what it is, even ooc.

almost always in skirts and dresses, they look very cute on her five foot nothing frame. Tiny buff goth woman.

dyes her hair every few years. She's been rocking the silver balyage for a few years. I'll change it again eventually. Her natural hair is brown, she'll tell you it's auburn.

in her "end game" universe, she found her goddess Moon's bones, lost an eye to bring her back, and was given a boon. Her family lost their shape-shifting ability, and Rabbit herself is returned to a fully human state

I think those are all the important details that are needed for like a "starter" dump on Rabbit?

[nekokaicafe]

I'm just gonna skip straight to the OOC rambling on this one because Hiroshi Aoyagi would not put this pale thing out for sale even if it does taste fucking amazing.

This is my first ever attempt at focaccia (specifically King Arthur's Small Batch Cheesy Focaccia) and I think it actually turned out pretty good despite not being a very photogenic bake! It bakes in a loaf pan and is just enough for one very hungry human person to eat while it's still nice and fresh.

I definitely should have left it in the oven another minute or two both before and after the cheese went on to brown it up some more but I was concerned about the bottom, which turned out beautiful and golden and crunchy, burning. Maybe next time I'll put it under the broiler for a bit. Also, the recipe calls for a baking stone or steel and I have neither so I just hummed it in the oven at 450 and hoped for the best. And... I grabbed the fat free mozzarella at the store by mistake but figured it would be fine. It's... not bad, but I'm not getting it again.

But it puffed up beautifully! Look at those bubbles! And as I said, it tastes great! I ate about half of it right after this photo was taken.

Now, what Aoyagi would do is snark at some of the comments on the recipe and so I ask that you indulge me for a few minutes because hoo boy.

Most of the commenters read the recipe, looked at the photo at the top of the recipe showing off the length-width-height ratio of the focaccia, have some idea what fucking focaccia even IS, can follow written and/or video instructions, and can infer that the words "small batch" mean this recipe will make a SMALL FUCKING BATCH.

Most of the commenters. Except this one.

I was suspicious of a loaf of bread that only used 1 cup of flour …Don't waste your time. All the time wasted…didn't rise more than 1 inch in the pan.

And this one.

These baking directions are very confusing. It reads about shaping the loaf in a loaf pan, like a focaccia, but then it directs to cook the loaf on the stone, so I take the bread out of the pan onto the stone. I'm wondering why I'm dirtying a pan just to shape? There's nothing about using oil on the stone or parchment, flour or cornmeal to help transfer it to the stone and keep from sticking. Then it refers to putting the cheese up the side of the pan, pressing it in….so now I'm putting the loaf back in the pan? once yeast hits heat, it's going to expand, right? and not fit back in? Then it says to press the cheese on top into the sides of the pan, so Now I think no, the bread was in the pan all along…but my loaf pans are pyrex and there's no way to press cheese into a hot pan without getting seriously, badly burned!! So that can't be right, it's got to be a cold pan. But either way, cheese is going to stick all over the place on the pan, so why am I not putting the cheese on the bread where I have a better chance of being able to eat it? Has anyone out there ever "cheesed" a pan to prep it?? Do I put the bread back in the pan first or put the cheese in the pan first and the partly cooked bread back on top? Haven't baked this yet. Anyone have any suggestions? My head is spinning!

And this one, which... my fellow traveler on Spaceship Earth, it's literally right there in the TITLE OF THE RECIPE:

Overall this recipe is fine. But it makes what to me is basically a one-person, snack-sized mini focaccia.

Anyway. Shit's good. I'll make it again.

[iamshay]

Good morning

Today- 26/11/22

I woke up from a nap. and woke in a cold apartment. I turn off my heater cuz it was too hot. I wish I just

It freaking feels like we're already in the middle of winter it has not snowed that much either. My apartment quickly gets cold real quick

Oslo looks beautiful as always. Cold tho. But beautiful. I always struggle with early snow. I don't know if it's my apartment or just me. This house is made of wood real wood actually. It's mixed with bricks and shit but mostly wood. Norwegian houses some house is built from bricks mainly this one is mainly wood. Real actual woods. you can hear that wood sound as well when you walk on the stairs. It's very good quality. almost a cabinet house. My house is big hard get hot my fireplace is not that big but apparently according to my landlord that fireplace is real rock it should make the apartment heated up real quick. But since it's small I have to burn some wood for hours in order it heats up the whole living room and my setup room door open.

Atm, I am like this...

-oslo

This is storfjord, western Norway 2013 this summer house very beautiful summer house. that is wood mix with brick stone.

Yesterday -25/11/22

Yesterday was not a good day put in a bad mood, a fact I report some serious matter and I got ignored this is how I feel about it

and the fact this person has nothing better to do than join the same city as I have been on for a while. Fact city hopping from his main. Just because he has this obsession with creepy stalkerish behavior I doubt they look deep into the 3 parts that I have talked about. the fact that screenshot shows when he follows this streamer I support he join not for his own reason. I am recording shit from now on the fact he brings OOC shit and cuz I know he is harassing me and bothering me.

I will follow what the staff told me clip things. If he bothers me in any way they will take it from there. Because I have met and connected with a lot of people there. I just hope they will do something about it. I am activating my graphic card record from the start I can just share screen it on support i am recording all my RP-like vods so they see a bigger picture of the event. Plus they got heads-up on his behavior if ooc shit gets brought to the city

While waiting I went to empire nyc i got my prior again. I was there months ago I left because the city was in pretty bad shape before Duy took over. seem he has fixed a lot of issues. I meet a staff member and we clicked so we hang out and chill. show me around the city for a bit. I am a person that makes friends easily because of my personality. I got D10 AL city and skeleton rp waiting for V2 to come out And Empire NYC rp in. Listen rping is not the main content I don't do it for the wrong reasons I do have a good time and make connections with people and rp with them. I am a variety of content creators. So be in these cities and the same people I recently made a connection with play warzone. 2.0 as well that end up playing I was already not in good mood. When we hop on Warzone and I run into a toxic guy sadly allow him to get the best of me. So flip out on his fat ass. The fact he was on our team was the crazy part I don't tolerate sexist assholes.

My content is based on. mainly gaming, cooking maybe ones i find gear for Vblog Stream IRl me going around learning snowboard and take my community to the mountain hiking in norway. That stuff need to be plan ahead you cant just walk to mountain and call it day. This mountain in norway is tallest and you need take boat first. I need get GoPro camera too. and same with cooking i need 3 bundle pack camera that give professional look for me cooking. Me going hit the gym. There so much ideas i got for my stream. Its not just about rping. A lot people rp for the wrong reason.

meet girls to erp with them because they dont get that much action in real life. cringe i know.

2. in that guy's case just stalk and harras female

3. or just because some streamers are in the city they won't be around them and dick ride that person just to get views over their stream

Sorry for not streaming lately. I been dealing with a lot IRL

Fact i disconnect myself from most of my family members and now all sudden they reach out and want to hang out. And i had told my sister I got plans put it rejection nice way. All sudden now they want me to be part of my niece's concert but i was confused about what kinda concert i was not even part of their journey leading to this concert of what to dance or sing.

I only have contact with my brother. In put short context me and my brother grow up together main reason I got into video games. He i get along with I never get along with females because they are always drama queens who need to compete with me or are jealous of me getting attention from boys. I am a person that I get eyes on wherever I go. I don't seek attention I get it even if wear a freaking comfy outfit not all dolled up. It's my personality and they get attracted to I can't change who I am that is my personality. I am a bubbly person. I am a pretty nice person. I don't ignore anyone if they talk to me. But don't get twisted if get wronged I am pretty savage got that Persian spicy I will respond back with spicy words.

I got boundaries if someone crosses them that's when my horns come out. But if you are respectful and flirtish and innocent I am pretty chill. so simp all you want boo. I am single I am not obligated to any guy, but if a person steals my heart that's when I draw the line. I am his only!! and others should stay away from me. i am pretty loyal to my man. But atm i am talking to someone it's just flirtish back and forward. He is not a streamer or gaming. It's an Irl thing. It's not that serious he knows it we just getting to know each other. We both got a mutual understanding that we both talking and are allowed talk to others. We enjoy both each company so yeah.

I don't belong to anyone! I am a free woman. He is eye candy and I am eye candy. i got boundaries for how much I want to share online. I am a super private person. I only tell you how much I want.

I am not sure when i will be back on stream but i will rp offline atm. I have not yet healed.

The fact my lips so dry cuz of the season change in winter. I am pretty on that if look like shit i dont want show on stream that i got dry lips and its red area because it has gotten irritated its not bad. but in my eyes its. For some twitch stream they dont mind watch someone like xqc bite his toe nail with his teeth. i am female with class i don't weird shit or want look weird on stream . Some pick their nose and actually eat it while streaming.

I am not a nasty one. I could do off camera stream while rping. but until my poor lips are fully healed and dryness is gone i am good. I have seen another female have dry and redness streams anyways. Look matters.

I know this is super silly because I told my buddy. he said it's so silly it's so normal for people to get mouth ulcers cuz of a cold that just normal cuz of the season change. But I don't like it. I might just not have a webcam on and stream.

But anyways dear readers. There is so much in store for this blog. a lot of pictures will be posted. I just need to get a new battery for my camera. I need to head to IKEA manage to take a trip and plan it perfectly. Need to buy a bed and some drawer organizers and a drawer cabinet for my setup have it under my setup table I got one already. I need a bigger one. and for my makeup vanity. need two for that too.

I hope you all had amazing thanksgiving and spend it with your close ones.

I don't celebrate thanksgiving because I am every day thankful and grateful for what I have. I don't need a special day for that to be that.

[crvsaded-aa-blog]

Hey everyone!! The loves of my lives!! I’m actually lying it hasn’t been 1 year yet, it’s been 11 months! But I always liked the number 11 so I’m posting this in advanced. I’ll try to keep it as short as I can. But first and for most I’m so glad I came back to RP when I did in June even though sometimes I get sad and upset, I love’d every moment and memory I’ve made. I want to thank every single person who’s talked to me, who’s rped with me, and who’s become my friend. Every single on of you is precious to me and I am so thankful to have all of you to write with. I’m hoping to be around for a long time and I hope that I get to write with more and more of you! 

people i love want and to talk to more *and some of you have been following me since my original blog lol* !

❀ @astrahearted​ ❀ @aniimvs​ ❀ @iiraeth​ ❀ @bcnnenuit​ ❀ @gcldenhearts​ ❀ @fxrgottcn​ ❀ @phantcmwise​ ❀ @nvpch​ ❀ @minugahanax​ ❀ @wistfulreality​ ❀ @complction​ ❀ @stardustkiisses​ ❀ @yuseongu​ ❀ @galaxiiies​ ❀ @hcruharu​ ❀ @xaconite ❀ @ambitiousxmonsoon ❀ @busanbunnie ❀ @laviteae ❀ @minugahanax ❀

loves of my lives & special thank yous <3

❀ && @brckndreams ** Mar first of all I have to say you are the love of my life, the best thing ever, and I’m so fucking glad I met you almost a year ago. It was so funny because I was so scared to know you and to talk to you. You always seemed so far away and out of reach but somehow we connected and we meshed together so well. I can say that if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have stayed in the RPC and I’m so glad and grateful and blessed that we’re friends. I know things have been rough and rocky for you, and I know you’re always really busy and uninspired. Or you can’t bring yourself to want to stick around but just like you kept me here and writing a year ago, I hope I can help you come back out of your shell. I’m always so proud of you and I’m always so excited for the things you do, and the things we’ve done together. I hope that you feel better soon the love of my life, and I hope that you will be happy. No matter what, I’m here for you every single step of the way. 

❀ && @lavienrcse ** Natty it’s funny because there are so many things I can say here. You’ve been so many things to be for nearly a full year. You’ve followed me around for nearly a full year too. I’m really grateful to you all the time, literally all the time. You’ve become my best friend, my wife, my rp partner. I know we have habits of fighting, and I know I’m not always the best person to talk to but i’m so glad I’ve had you. You were literally my first follower and I’m so glad that in your sea of friends you chose to get close to me. I’m so glad that we get closer every day. I love you so much sometimes I don’t know what to say or do to explain it. I feel constantly thankful and grateful that you’re in my life and I’m also very sorry for the times I haven’t been the best to you. I love you, and I can’t wait to get to know you more in the coming years.

❀ && @supernovce / @cataclvsmal ** Angel oh my Angel cakes! My girlfriend! It’s really funny I still remember the very first time I heard of you, and it was Natty telling me that you were making a Goblin to our Sunny/Reaper. Then I followed you on my main blog (ironically it was an accident) and I was like, okay this is what we’re doing now. Natty was the one who told me to talk to you and to be honest I’m so grateful I did. Being able to talk to you every single day is like a blessing. I love every single thing we’ve created together, writing with you is one of my most favorite privileges. I’m so glad that we became friends and I’m glad that we get closer every single day. I love you so much, and honestly, you keep me constantly inspired and excited. You’re my muse as well as my girlfriend and I will love you forever and always.

❀ && @astrakissed​ / @moonbonded​ ** Autumn. My sub. My subway sandwich. Man if there is a person I can go off about on how much I love them it really is you. When we met I was kind of scared of bothering you so I kinda watched on the sidelines and let Hajoon mess with Jesse because it was really funny. But then we started talking and you wanted to ship with me and it just lead to us talking more and more. We both met at bad times in our lives, when we both were going through something. And every single day you’ve helped me feel so much stronger and confident and happy, and I hope that I extended the same curtsey to you. Talking to you is one of my favorite parts of the day, and I love it so much. Writing with you, just freaking out about anything. I love you so much that my heart hurts with how much I love you sometimes. I’m so grateful to have you, I really really am. It’s so much fun being able to watch things with you and attack each other. I hope that we continue being really great friends.

❀ && @wukke ** Nate man oh man, Nate. When I first followed you it was on Yori before you made your multimuse and it’s funny because I remember not really caring too much. But then Liz told me that you were her boyfriend and I started paying more attention. We started talking after that and you offered me Jae and I was like heck yeah you can have Ryan. And every day I’m so glad and grateful that we ended up talking and shipping. You are my son! The light of my life! It’s always so much fun creating and writing with you, I love how much you care about me and my muses. I’m so glad that we’re friends and I’m so glad we got as close as we did. I’m so glad that you feel comfortable coming to me and always being there when I need someone to listen. Writing with you is so much fun, and I’m so glad we took a chance on each other.

❀ && @wouri ** Liz. Oh Liz. Lizzy, Lizzy, Lizzy. You drive me insane and we don’t talk nearly as much as we should. I miss you a lot, as much as Ryan misses Luke. You’re the one friend that I’ve had on tumblr since I made Hyun Ki in 2014 and somehow it never feels weird or awkward no matter how long I go without talking to you. You’re always such a pleasure, always with so much positive energy. I’m really glad that every time I talked to you, you were willing to listen and I’m so glad that I had you to lead me to following some of the people I still rp with today. You’ve helped me by hooking me up with so many of my friend lol. I really hope you come back soon and rp with me DAMMIT. wtf liz. 

❀ && @stckhlmr / @fateshaped ** Aven. Oh man, oh man. I’m pretty sure you’ve been following me as long as Mar and Natty have. We don’t write or interact as much as I want to because I really really do. I have always loved reading your writing so much? You’re such a talented and beautiful minded person that every day I’m in awe that you chose me, an actual trash potato, to be friends with. You’re such a great friend to have like honestly? Every time we talk I always leave feeling so much happier because you always know how to make me feel so confident about myself (when I’m talking to you about my problems lol). And I love that we always tend to share moods and reactions and it feels so nice to have a friend that I can always talk to even if we talk far apart and in between. I love you so very much, thank you for being my saltmate and my moodmate and I hope we keep being there for each other in the future. 

❀ && @fluera ** Jojo. I remember when I first followed you I wanted so badly to interact and be friends with you. I feel in love with Mae the moment I read about him, and honestly you’re such a beautiful and talented person. Your art is amazing, you’re so kind, and you’re honestly one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen. You are so inclusive and wonderful and I’m so blessed to have your friendship. I know that I’m not always the easiest to talk to, and I know you’re always so busy, but every time you talk to me my heart goes !!! and whenever you send me an ask I’m also so !!!. I’m so proud of you for everything you’ve accomplished the last year I’ve known you. I’m so lucky to call you my friend. I love you so, so, so very much. I hope you continue to be so fucking amazing and never, ever doubt yourself. Even if it feels like no one wants you around, I will always want you. I love you. 

[collegeishardbutwritingisharder]

Yandere Acromantula w/ child reader

A.N. Okay, so, I should mention that I am not a Harry Potter fan in the slightest but I do find the creatures fascinating. Thus I wanted to write some stuff with each creature. If any Harry Potter character does appear in the writing, they will most likely be ooc because I didn't read any of the books past the first one. Apologies if that upset someone. Also there will be some triggering things when reading this. If something related to the yandere genre, do yourself a favor and don't read. P.S. this is all platonic.

"Hello?"

I called out, hoping to find my parents again.

My parents and I were on a trip to Borneo and we decided to take a tour of one of the jungles there. Sadly, my parents continued along their way while I was admiring a beautiful flower. I was trying to find somebody from my travel group but instead, I was just getting more and more lost. The sun started going down and the forest was getting darker and darker. Tears started to fill the corners of my eyes for my imagination was making shapes and creatures that weren't real.

"Mommy! Daddy! Where are you?!" I shouted, running away from the gruesome creatures of the shadows.

A root was slightly above the ground and snagged my foot. I tripped and spun around on the ground. Like Sonic The Hedgehog's spin attack. I got plenty of different scrapes and bruises but the worse was the fact that my ankle got twisted. I tried to get back up but I couldn't put any pressure on my foot to get anywhere.

'Time to start crawling. It would be better than nothing at all.'

I used my elbows to dig into the ground to start inching forward. Plenty of rocks were digging into my skin but I had to ignore the pain to actually get far away from anything. Eventually, I made it to an area that was covered with spider webs everywhere. The webs were quite large and the silk was extra sticky. You could see the drops on each string. I was doing my best to avoid the webs but I'm not the most careful person in the world.

My arm got stuck in one of the webs and I couldn't get loose from it. I really didn't want to be eaten by a giant spider today. I was wriggling as much as I could but I ended up getting more and more entangled in the web.

"You poor little child. Got stuck inside of my web it seems. What is something as small and weak as you doing in this dark forest?" A silky, woman's voice came in my ears.

I felt myself freeze for a few seconds before and uncontrollable shake started to take over my entire body. My breathing became irregular and shaky. My vision was starting to become blurry with the tears that were starting to form in my eyes. I then felt a presence behind me which made me turn around slightly. That proved to be a horrible decision.

A giant spider was only about two feet away from me. I thought that spiders couldn't talk or if they could, then humans were just not able to understand them. She was covered in black hair and was making a clicking noise that reminded me of my father's snapping. She then brought one of her legs up to brush my hair out of my face slightly.

The tears that were originally staying put started to flow freely down my face. All that I wanted now is my mother.

"M-mommy..." I whispered to myself, thinking that if I said her name that she would magically appear and save me from this situation. With her in mind, I could feel phantom hugs and kisses from her.

"Mommy?" The spider repeated, confusion filling her being, not used to being called mommy.

The acromantula then started to observe her prey and notice certain features that she originally didn't pay much attention before. The little child's sparkling eyes were filled with fear and sorrow but also had a few hidden sparks of curiosity. Their hair was beautifully styled and was fuller than the hair that covered her and her family's bodies. All of the bright red scrapes and blue/purple bruises that were covering their nicely colored skin.

After a detailed scan, the acromantula decided to speak again and try to comfort the crying child.

"You are quite the stunning creature, little one. Especially for a human. Normally, I don't care much for appearances but you, my dear, would be quite a shame to lose. Now, it's time for us to go and meet all of your new siblings. But, let us make sure that you don't accidentally hurt yourself anymore. My birth name is Reina but you can call me Mommy."

Reina plucked me out of her web and then proceeded to wrap a silk cocoon around me at a fast pace. My fight or flight kicked in and I had panic filling my veins.

"N-no! Wait, please!" I shouted, trying to struggle to prevent the cocoon from being made.

"Now, now. No squirming. You don't have to worry anymore. I'll take great care of you. How about to build some trust, you tell me your name since I already told you mine." Reina said, successfully getting silk all around my arms and legs, which also ended all of my struggling.

"(Y-Y/N)." I choked out, my throat tightening from all of the crying and the fact that my fate was sealed with a silk ribbon.

"(Y/N). What a unique name. I quite like that name. Well, I hope that you enjoy your new home with all of your new siblings."

After making sure that I secure on her back, Reina quickly climbed up a tree, revealing how large the webs truly were. She was moving at such blinding speed that I needed to close my eyes for most of it. I reopened my eyes when I felt the wind stop flowing my hair. We made it to what seemed to be a giant web. I could see the ground and I did not appreciate how far it was from me.

Something else that I noticed was all of the giant orbs that were littered around the web. They seemed to be the size of a beach ball but I had a feeling that they were actually beach balls. Reina then removed my cocoon from her back and stuck me to the web. She cut most of the web away from my body except from my back to make sure that I wouldn't tumble down to the ground below. She then took my twisted ankle and started to wrap it. It was an excellently made cast. I just wish it was a human who made it.

"There we go. Now, I want you to stay off that leg of yours. You wouldn't want to go and make your ankle worse. I'm gonna go and make sure that all of your unborn siblings are doing just fine."

So, that's what all of the beach balls things are. They're her eggs. While she seemed to be distracted, I started to observe the web that I was stuck on. It seemed that the webs actually climb down the trees. If I could crawl over there, I can climb all of the way down to the ground.

I started to struggle to try and get off of my back but I quickly realized that was a bad idea. I don't know how to move around the web without falling to my doom. The web on my back was the only thing that was keeping me from falling to my death.

"All of my babies are nice and healthy. Now, it's time to ensure that you won't be eaten the first time that I leave you alone in the web," Reina explained, petting my head lightly with one of her legs, "And then we can have some well needed parent child time together."

Reina picked me up once again and started rushing through the trees. I saw plenty of other large spiders on the way. They didn't seem all that pleased with my presence. I started to shake slightly. Their glares mixed with the deep seeded loneliness of being lost were making near impossible to breath normally. I tried to take deep breaths to regulate my heartbeat. It only worked slightly.

"We're here." Reina said out of nowhere.

I looked behind my shoulder at another spider like Reina. Except he was a tad smaller then Reina. Reina took me off of her back before she started talking with the other spider. They started yelling at each other but I sort of tuned them out. I didn't need to know if I was going to be eaten or not by the male spider.

The male spider seemed to back down because Reina was getting really scary. He only nodded to her before going off on his own. Reina started to let out light clicks. They reminded me of the snapping that my dad would do to me when I was a baby to entertain me. Reina picked me up again and started to carry me back to her web. I was honestly getting really sick of being carried around like I'm some sort of doll for Reina. But I know better than to try and get out of this. Falling to my death isn't better.

We made it back and Reina stuck me on my back once again. She kept on clicking but she was adding more webs around my body. She stuck my hands and legs into a star fish position and I couldn't move at all. After she was pleased with what she done, Reina just laid down near me.

"There you go, all tucked in and safe. Now, let's bring your siblings over."

Reina then rolled all 100 eggs over to where I was stuck and next thing that I knew was that I was surrounded by all of the soft squishy eggs. Reina then crawled over the eggs carefully before lying down on top of me.

"There we go. Now, you won't freeze half way through the night."

Reina then closed her eyes and started click rhythmically. The clicks started to make me drift off to sleep as well. It was like some sort of lullaby.

I don't know how long I was out for. When I came to, Reina wasn't there but I was still surrounded by all of the eggs. The ones that were closest to me were actually tapping me which I found odd. It was like the baby spiders were trying to get close to me.

"Awwww, how adorable."

Reina' voice flooded my ears and freaked me out. I jolted my head towards her and saw her with an animal carcass.

"W-What's adorable?"

"That my babies are already growing close to you! I was worried that they were too far within their growing process to like someone other than their Mommy. But now my fears are fictional."

Reina placed the animal down before crawling over to me. My fear was renewed and I tried to struggle once again but the webs were still really strong. Reina laid down on me again and started clicking.

This became a sort of pattern for the next few weeks. I would wake up, my 'siblings' would be all around me, and Reina would come back with some sort of food for us. My ankle finally healed and Reina spent an entire week to teach me how to walk on the webs. It actually a lot of fun to crawl over each of the lines!

One day, when Reina was out and I finally worked up the courage to crawl down one of the trees, something started happening to the eggs. Cracks started to form all over the shells. Panic was starting to form in my stomach and made me kick my movements into high gear.

I was walking as quickly as I could around the web to reach one of the trunks but before I could reach it, I was tackled to the web by one of the newly hatched spiders.

"Sibling! Sibling! Sibling!" All of the new born spiders started chanting around me.

"H-he-hey! N-n-n-no. I'm not your sibling."

"Yes, you are! We recognize you!"

I kept trying to distract all of the young ones but eventually, I was being chased around the web in a weird version of tag. Thankfully, I ended up tiring a few of them out but in the end, I was the one who ended up losing all of their energy. The not tired spiders crawled on top of me once again while the more tired once crawled onto the dog pile.

I tried to squirm my way out from underneath all of the children but I couldn't move an inch. My vision started to fade. I guess that I was more tired than I originally guessed. I woke up to Reina's laughter. I felt her legs lightly stroking my head.

"This is such a welcoming scene to come back to. My babies hatched and to see them cuddling their older sibling. This is everything that I could have dreamed of when I took you in. The best part is that I can sense that you are not of wizard heritage. Which means that you can't use powers to get away from us, plus anybody who might try to look for you wouldn't know that we exist. What a perfect scenario."

My mind went blank at her words. Wizards are real. I shouldn't be too surprised considering I'm having a conversation with a spider right now. I heard a tiny yawn before a shout of "Mother!" was sounded.

All of the tiny spiders crawled off of me and started to crawl on Reina. I started to try and crawl backwards towards a tree trunk but Reina took notice of my movements and shot out of silk, sticking my leg to the web.

"Now, now, (Y/N). I know that you're as excited as I am but you must stay here for now. Now, my children, I'm hoping that your older siblings did a good job of entertaining and taking care of you while I was gone. Who's hungry though? I've got a lot of delicious food for all of us to feast upon." Reina spoke, successfully getting all of the young spiders crawling towards the food.

Reina watched over her children before turning her gaze towards me. I started shaking because now, I had no chance of escaping this web. Why couldn't the children have hatched tomorrow?!

"Come now, my child. We must feast as well."

Reina sliced through her web and held out her leg for me to grab. She was glaring at me, sort of taunting me to disobey her. I forced myself to grab her leg and I started walking to the food.

"That's my good child."

[deivorous]

@soulxfragments​ submitted: 🍒  + @despairforme​

🍒 Positivity Meme 🍒

(And all your other blogs, I feel you only need to be tagged once ;3)

Toby is a keystone to the bleach rpc and one of the very first people to welcome me when I first arrived back in 2019 (before I had Grimmjow, when I was literally the worst rp version of any of my muses) and thus I have a really deep fondness for them. The rpc can be a scary place to enter, but when I started with Toby, I felt immediately comfortable and valued, and I get the sense from watching the dash, that that’s a feeling Toby evokes in a lot of people.

The fandom would literally not be the same without their muses, and every. single. one. of. them. is so good.

I will admit that I was already fascinated with Nnoitra as a character before I started rping, but I did not love him. God, Toby blew my mind, I have never seen such devotion paid to a muse and that love is so flattering and endearing that I can’t help but also love their muse. Everything about Toby’s portrayals are deliberate and true to their muses - nothing is watered down, nothing is held back - that kind of raw, unfiltered appreciation and willingness to explore these characters in such great depth is honestly unreal and I am so here for it.

I really do take a lot of cues from Toby’s style, trying to show my love for my own muse in my writing as much as they do, and doing my best to make others fall in love with Grimmjow as much as I’m completely obsessed with all of their muses.

None of their muses are easy ones to write - several of them are the opposite of fan-favorites - but Toby’s so skilled at breathing life and creating depth and introducing pathos into these characters that I can’t help but be fascinated by every little thing. Toby is also another Mun who just writes the most long term relationships ever. The care and time that goes into their interactions, their ships, their dynamics is impressive and beautiful to watch. I’m endlessly impressed with their patience and ability to write these long term sorts of plots and it’s been amazing to watch their various characters grow and develop through the last few years.

Toby’s comments on the dash, both IC and OOC are so much fun to read. The fact that almost every ask is answered IC (even the hard ones!) just adds that extra level of immersion. AND THAT’S HARD TO DO, everyone should recognise how impressive it is - and you know what? Toby does it all without ever breaching the muse/mun line.

I feel like it can be an easy trap to fall into - to start thinking too much like your muse and talking to others casually in the same way - but Toby has never once been like that to me. They’re a lovely and warm, and I think everyone can agree that Toby is one of the kindest people in the rpc (we’ve all seen them gush compliments under every artists newest Nnoitra commission, and it warms my heart every time).

Toby deserves so much love because they really have helped to create and shape the rpc into what it is, and we’re all better for it. I’ll be here, waving my flag for Toby, probably forever.

[usmsgutterson]

Certainly- Kaz Brekker

The reader is a bit of an astrology and astronomy alike geek for this, which I hope y’all don’t mind! Also, in this case, phones exist so lets pretend that phones exist in Ketterdam, making it a bit of a modern au, I guess!

Also, this’ll probably be a bit ooc for Kaz

Fic type- angsty fluff

Warnings- blood, mentions of death, and the reader is sick (nothing specific, I just kind of took random symptoms and made up a word for the sickness)

You were determined to see the stars before you went, and as you grew sicker, none of the crows knew when that would be, so, after a little convincing, the crows had gotten Colm to let you spend a couple of months at his farm in Novyi Zem, where the stars were the clearest at night, not burdened by light pollution or the screams of lively cities. 

It was the seven of you crammed into a basement, sharing beds, but none of them cared, and you were just glad to be with the people you called family. You were happy that they were with you, that Kaz was willing to wheel you everywhere when you got too weak to stand, that Jesper still made jokes, even despite watching you deteriorate. You were grateful for Inejs smile, Wylans music, Ninas impeccable tastes and Matthias and his big arms that could lift you and put you down without issue. 

The six of them had started taking shifts taking you outside. Nina took you outside Sunday nights, Matthias Mondays, Wylan Tuesdays, Jesper Thursdays, Inej Fridays and Kaz Saturdays. Wednesdays you rested up; ate when it was time to eat, used the bathroom when you needed, took a shower if it were the appropriate time, but other than that, you slept.

It was Kaz’s day to wheel you out, and you’d had a particularly rough day that day. Inej went with him, promising not to intrude on the time that you would spend together. She’d do backflips and run across the roof of the farm if you asked her to, but she’d not interrupt otherwise. 

“I love the stars,” you whispered, leaning back in your wheelchair and tightening the hold of the blanket over your lap. “Thank you both. For doing this.” 

“Don’t you worry, love,” Kaz murmured. “Just keep your eyes on the stars, okay?”

“We’re happy to do this,” Inej added. “All of us are. Really.” It was like both of them could sense it as well as you could. You had a feeling that the night would end terribly, just like the morning had begun.

You’d woken up only to need to rush to the toilet immediately, blood coming up your throat like bile, staining your skin and leaving your bottom lip red as a cherry. 

Kaz had been at your side in a minute, Nina and Wylan right behind him. Wylan kept your hair away from the sides of your face, Nina slowed your heartrate and Kaz wet a cloth with cold water to get your body temp down. 

Kaz had forced himself to stay in the moment, to not let his thoughts stray to the urge to sleep in the same bed as you to make sure that nothing happened while you slept--to be there in case something did--but to stay on the sun as it set and the faraway sound of Wylan playing his flute with the window open so that you’d be able to hear it. 

Once you’d gotten settled under a tree, Inej ran off, making her way inside and up to the barns roof, where she sat, keeping a watch from a distance as Kaz let you rest your head against his shoulder, gloved hand interlaced with yours. 

“I love you, Brekker,” you murmured. “Please don’t forget that. Ever.” 

“I won’t,” he whispered. “You’re gonna stay around and get better until we can spar again, and you can beat my ass even though I’ve my cane as a weapon.” 

“You know full well I can’t promise that,” you wished that you could. You desperately wished. “I’m going to die young, Kaz. I’m not gonna get to eighteen, much less eighty.” Kaz hated you for that.

He hated you because everything that you said somehow managed to be right. It was like you had a sixth sense for that kind of thing, and while, on missions, it proved useful, in that scenario, it just proved annoying. 

“You’re gonna make it to eighteen if it kills me,” he informed you. “I’ll take you around the globe if I need to, just to make sure you end up okay. I will not live a life without you in it, Y/N.” 

“You’re sweet,” you murmured. “Incredibly sweet.”

“Only to you, L/N.” That was the last bit of conversation for a long while as the sun set and the stars came out.

“Did you know that the moon isn’t circular?” You pointed lazily to it, bright and beautiful amongst the even brighter stars. “According to scientests, it’s actually shaped like a lemon!” Kaz didn’t fight his smile.

Of course you’d be spouting off the little factoids you knew about space. You loved it, how vast and crazy it all seemed. 

“And that the clouds at the center of the Milky Way smell like raspberries and rum?” Kaz snorted.

“Okay, now, theres no way that ones true!” 

“Oh,” you leaned up, booping his nose without a care in the world. “But it is! It’s in a study somewhere, I think! Look it up!” He laughed, pulling you closer to him as you rambled.

Inej had started doing running flips across the roof, spinning and dancing and no doubt laughing as she did. Kaz knew it was an elaborate effort to get you to smile, and it seemed to work as she moved; a delightful silhouette amongst a star filled sky. 

“I love you, Kaz Brekker,” you whispered. “You don’t need to say it back, but I really, truly do love you with every bone that exists in my body.”

“I love you too,” he said it without hesitation. “And I’ll love you until we’re old and grey, I swear it.”

“Don’t hold me to that promise,” you murmured. “You know how bad this is. Stop thinking that I’ll make it into the new year. I probably wont.”

“You will if it kills me, Y/N,” he gave your shoulders a gentle squeeze. “I’ll drain the bank dry if I have to, I swear to Ghezen.”

You didn’t say anything after, too exhausted to even think about starting an argument with him, simply not wanting to. 

But then, an hour later, Kaz felt fear trickle into his stomach like it hadn’t ever in his life.

“And then theres Supernova. It’s like a star that’s dying having it’s last celebration. Like when we get a really big win, or when we get away with what we intended to get away with, and we all get shitfaced before we collapse onto our beds and sleep for the night? A supernova is a dying stars explosion. It’s the last celebration that the star has before it dies out.” you’d been rambling.

“Tonight is my... tonight is my...” Kaz had called for Nina right then and there, screaming her name while he felt you go slack against him.

“Zenik!” He screamed, not caring at all if he were to wake up Jespers father. “Zenik, call in that fucking favor with the bloody Ravkan prince!” Matthias came barreling out after her, phone in hand, already speaking to someone as Nina began working, steadying your heart and trying her hardest to keep you alive. 

Kaz had to force himself to walk away from it all, pushing his feet away after giving your shoulders one last squeeze and walking far out into the field. 

Once he was sure he was out of earshot, he couldn’t stop himself. Tears flooded his eyes and he found himself glaring at the sky, wanting to scream, wanting to shout, wishing that there was someone around that he could gut like a fish. 

“Saints,” he murmured through gritted teeth. “Sankt Ilya, Sankt Adrik, Sankta Alina of The Fold, I know I am a terrible person, but Y/N is not. They’re good, they smile, they laugh, they’re kind to others when those people probably don’t deserve their kindness. I know I’m damned, I know that you probably strongly dislike me, but they’re different.” He’d never asked the Saints for anything before, and he never would again.

“Please, just, let them live. Let them get the life that they deserve. I’ll do my best to make them happy, but you have to let me,” he wiped the tears from his eyes as they came. “They deserve the life that you’re so willing to take away, and all I ask is that you don’t take it.” He heard the sounds of the ambulance car and raced back to you, gripping your hand as they helped you onto a stretcher and out of the field, through the house and out the entrance. 

I won’t lose them, he told himself. A world without them is one that’s unbearable. 

O N E Y E A R L A T E R 

You laughed as Nina chased you through the halls of the Little Palace, running quickly through the endless corridors, your laughter carrying through them as you kept yourself in front of Nina.

Nikolai had kept you in the Os Altan palace since that night, where Inej laughed and danced and did her flips, whilst Wylan played the piano and Kaz sat beside you, listening to your ramblings without a care in the world. 

“You seem delighted,” Nikolai noticed as you stopped in front of his office. “I’ve never seen you walk without that Brekker boy at your side, much less run while Zenik is on your tail!” You shrugged, laughing as Ninas front crashed into your back.

“This is the best I’ve felt in a year,” you murmured. “I figured I’d see if Nina was up to chase me around this morning, and I haven’t stopped running since!” You peered in through the open office door, looking for that familliar mop of dark brown hair.

Nina wrapped her arms around you and gave you a gentle squeeze. “He’ll be here any minute,” she murmured. “He and the boys are just finishing up a job for Nik in East Ravka, but Matthias told me the second that they’d left!”

“Trust me. Y/N,” Nikolais smooth voice murmured. “I put them on one of my fastest boats. I knew how long it’d take them to get from here to east Ravka and back, and I promised him he’d be here when you finally awoke.” 

“Hows it feel, anyway?” Zoya appeared at his side. “Eighteen, I mean.” You shrugged.

“I miss Kaz,” you murmured bluntly. “I hate that I have to tell him that he was right, but I still miss him.” 

Nikolai took Zoyas hand, pulling her close as you and Nina watched, smiles on your faces. 

“Young love,” Zoya teased. “Zenik, let go of them so that they can turn around.” Nina obeyed, letting you go and moving to lean against the doorway with Nikolai and Zoya. 

You turned, and smiled when your gazes met. “You were right, Brekker,” you murmured, walking toward him as he held out your gift to you. “I’m better now, and the second that you’re ready to spar, I’m gonna beat your ass, even though you’ve your cane as a weapon.” He grabbed your pinky with his the moment you were within distance.

“How’d the heist go?” You murmured once the two of you had walked out of earshot. 

“Good,” Kaz let himself be close to you as you two moved, squeezing your pinky as you slowed your steps. “Plan went off without a hitch, for three idiots and a mastermind with a limp. I brought you this from it,” he held the gift out to you again, and you took it in your free hand, examining it.

“I had to ask permission for that,” he murmured. “I had to get the Ravkan kings seal of approval to steal that for you.” You laughed, looking it over.

It was a journal. Black and leather bound, pages crisp and untouched. A pen was tucked into the cover. 

“I promise, we’ll go home soon,” you responded. “I miss Ketterdam. I could go for some waffles.” 

“Don’t they have waffles here?” Kaz questioned.

“Not Ketterdam waffles, love. Ketterdam waffles are unlike any pathetic waffle from here! Doused in syrup and whip cream--” You let out a satisfied sigh. “So good it’s almost surreal!” Kaz smirked.

“Waffle date when you’re well enough to return home then?” 

“Certainly.”

[nanaminokanojo]

Play the Game | Nanami Kento X You | Part 8/8 [COMPLETED]

CHARACTERS: Nanami Kento X You (fem!reader | PLEASE READ THE NOTES BELOW*) | Gojo Satoru | Geto Suguru | Shoko Ieiri | Utahime Iori | other JJK Characters CHAPTER COUNT: 8/8 WORD COUNT: 4, 800+ GENRE: romance | fluff | slight angst | smut | ooc depictions | female reader with described appearance* | modern au | rich people au | aged up characters CHAPTER TRIGGER WARNING: profanity | age gap | cigarette smoking | strong/mature/suggestive language | alcohol use SPOILERS: n/a STATUS: COMPLETED

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You stood by the door, watching the chaos in your brother’s bedroom as he prepared for his wedding at sunset, waiting for everyone to leave so you can finally speak to him in private. He was, after all, the only one in the family you cared for enough to inform him of your decisions.

People always say you and Gojo were similar. However, those very things that made you alike also set you apart. Besides the platinum white hair and remarkable blue eyes you shared – unique even within the clan – being the absolute obvious, the similarities stopped there.

You siblings were supposed to be akin to one another, but the same things they loved about your brother were the same things people abhorred about you. You and your brother were both prodigies. He was richer than the whole clan, all assets combined being the successful businessman he was ever since he was in his teens. It was as freakish as it was awe-inspiring. You were an artist of great renown with your multi-million dollar pieces and the youngest to have been dubbed as a national artist when you were the same age as him.

But where he basked in fame and acclaim, your prominence was fueled by infamy. Gojo built an empire that served as one of the pillars of the local economy. You produced artistic pieces that inspired execration and controversy. Undeniably brilliant, yes, but absolutely contentious.

Your brother was kind. In fact, he was the best older brother one could ever ask for, and that was not lip service nor was it because of your biases towards him. You can never discount how caring he is to you, how hard he tries to make you happy and how he would go through lengths as to be the idiot just to satisfy your whims. He was just genuinely good-natured although he appeared somewhat insouciant. He had his evil streak, too, which is established in the clan, but his goodness radiated like a light that followed him wherever he went.

However, you have long accepted that your side which reflected Gojo in every way when you were younger had long died. Altruism wasn’t one of your strongest suits and you were only ever affectionate to people you had deep, deep fondness for. And that wasn’t even something common. Even your parents had always been the receiving end of your lackadaisical attitude.

He attracted people, you repelled them. Being surrounded by the good people he called friends was a testament to that no matter how vexing his personality was, and more people want to be near him. Apart from your three friends, you didn't make any more and your school life sucked because majority of your classmates hated you. For what, you didn't know. You don’t think you will ever understand.

It was your seven-year gap that made all the difference, you liked to think. It was much easier to swallow than the concept of the whole cosmos conspiring to create two creatures to be equals but of the opposite nature. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be that way, but you will always be the one looking up to him regardless if you did not choose the same path as his; regardless of whether there were no comparisons with what either of you endeavored to do.

And above everything else, you loved Satoru very much.

“Got a minute?” You began, standing before him in front of the mirror. It was rather annoying watching him struggle with the cufflinks, and you didn’t think he would manage to fix the bowtie still hanging loosely on his neck. Thus, you thought of taking charge. “Give it here.”

Gojo was surprised, but he was nonetheless happy. He wore his heart on his sleeve after all, and you could only guess it was that vulnerability he risked showing that attracted people to him. You have only learned the intricacies of such a matter recently, something you had to agree with since it all made perfect sense.

“Thank you,” he said, tilting his head to the side, watching you work on his cuffs.

“You’re really getting married, huh?” you began, feeling yourself start to falter, but you have decided. You may not have gotten him the best wedding gift materially speaking, but you swore to let him in on what was going on with you, to be honest with him like you hadn’t been for the longest time. “Who would have known?”

“Am I finally getting that emotional pre-wedding sibling talk?” he asked, walking towards the seats by the window and looking out into the garden.

“You’re getting married, not being sent away to prison. I don’t even understand why this happens during weddings,” you quipped, sighing. “But I guess you could call it that.”

He smiled at you, patting the space beside him. You did as you were told, assuming the spot, but also looking out the window, watching as the organizers made finishing touches to the garden below. No expense was spared to make the occasion as perfect as it could get. You couldn’t argue with it. Gojo deserved the best, and to him, Utahime did, too.

“I’m waiting,” he said, breaking the silence that had befallen the room. “You’ve been pacing before the door for god knows how long when you should have been getting ready.”

“I got ready much faster than you did.”

“And you look beautiful.” He tilted his head to the side, eyeing you appreciatively. “Sometimes, I can’t believe you’re all grown up. And what a beautiful woman you’ve become.”

You smirked. “You’re looking at your mirror image after all.”

“Well, there’s that, of course.” He laughed slightly. “But I’m not just saying that because we’re basically the same person. You really are beautiful, baby sis.” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, opting for it instead of his usual choice of mussing your hair since it has already been styled for the wedding.

You just shook your head. “Thank you, Satoru.”

“So, what did you want to talk about exactly?”

“The other day…” Your voice trailed off, thinking about what to say. It wasn’t that way before between you and your brother. He was always the easiest person to talk to, always open minded and optimistic about matters. But now that you were going to discuss something that he had vocally opposed, you were a bit scared of saying anything. Nevertheless, it wouldn’t do Nanami justice if you decided to hold back now, considering that he was more than ready to speak to your brother.

You’ve both initially decided to sit Gojo down and tell him about your decisions together, but you informed Nanami earlier in the day that you needed to have a proper conversation with him first. It wasn’t just your choice to be with Nanami that was the matter, and you wanted to get things straightened out with Gojo before he gets married.

“Yes?” he prompted.

“You said I don’t talk enough to you; that I don’t tell you things anymore.”

Gojo slowly nodded.

You breathed out. “Things changed. We can’t deny that. I grew up and you…well, you’ve decided you want to spend your life with Iori and build your own family.” Your lips curled up awkwardly as you tried to keep your emotions at bay. It was new territory having such talks with him when you’re used to your easy-going dynamic with him. “I’m scared, too. I mean, I can’t just bother you anytime anymore cause you’ll have your wife and eventually children to pay attention to and prioritize.”

He was taken aback by what you said, immediately drawing closer. “What are you saying, Y/N? You’re my sister. Nothing will change –”

“Our bond will not change, dude, but you have to admit that what I’m saying is true.” You took his hand in yours, squeezing it gently. You beamed at the fact that your fingers were structured in the same tapered manner as his. Even the shape of your fingernails were the same, just that his hands were bigger than your delicate ones. “What I’m saying is that even if you need to do that, I will be fine.”

“Of course, you will be. You’re my sister, and above that, you are your own person, and you’re stronger than you think. You’ve been handling things on your own for as long as I can remember.” He pouted, trying to act cute with you. “It’s disappointing, to be honest, because you’ve never really given me the chance to play my role in your life because you’re always the mature one.”

You were confused now. “What are you on about? You’re my only brother, but I can’t imagine anyone else holding that position in my life. You’re the best I could have asked for. I’ve always looked up to you. You’re my role model.”

“I am?”

“Yeah. The fuck are you so surprised for?” You snickered. “That aside, if you felt like I’ve been leaving you out, that’s not the intention at all. I always want you to be the first one to know what’s going on with my life…”

He clucked his tongue. “I understand you’re not doing it on purpose, kid. I’m just worried that you didn’t think I’m worth telling anything because, well, I’m not exactly a proper adult, am I?”

“You’re realizing that now that you’re about to get married?” you taunted him, jabbing your thumb towards the direction of the garden. “Should I tell Iori to call this whole thing off?”

He waved you aside. “Hey, don’t say that!”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Anyway, there’s something I wanted to tell you for a while now.”

“How long is a while, exactly?”

“Years and years.” You flashed him a rueful smile. “I just couldn’t figure out how to tell you because I am not exactly sure how you feel about it although you’ve told me many times you were opposed to it. What I’m saying it that, I know that fact, but it’s the motivation behind it that is beyond my knowledge.”

Gojo’s eyes rounded, realizing what you were saying. “Are you…”

You nodded. “Yes, I am talking about Kento.”

He just blinked and stood up, pacing around in front of you for a while that you had to stop him from doing it. He had such a bad habit of doing that when he is in deep thought, and always in front of you, too. He was making you dizzy.

You seized him by the wrist. “Please say something.”

“I…”

“Why are you opposed to it?”

He stopped pacing and faced you, taking you by the shoulders, his eyes starting to water. “Y/N…”

“Oh no, are you gonna cry?”

He furiously blinked his tears back, the action almost comical if it weren’t for the serious look on his face. “Because you are my little sister. You think it will be easy for me to just hand you over to anyone? My friends aren’t exceptions to that although I trust them with everything that I have. I will always, always worry about you when it comes to that matter because I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want you to be taken advantage of, and I don’t want to have to break either Suguru or Kento’s bones when the time comes.”

“I can manage the latter on my own.” You sighed, finding your resolve strengthening. “But like you said, I’m this old now. I want you to understand that I know what I am doing and I am confident about my decisions. Honestly, I didn’t want to talk about this as if I am asking for your permission. This is what I meant when I said I will be fine. I am not saying you don’t have a say in my life, but I am telling you this time because I want you to know before anyone else does.”

“Suguru doesn’t know?” he asked, eyes sparkling.

“Don’t be petty. I tell him things I can’t tell you just like you tell him things you can’t tell me,” but you nodded anyway. “He doesn’t know yet…I think.”

“So…you and Kento…”

You nodded again. “I’m in love with him, Satoru. And he feels the same way.”

“You are?” His expressions softened, hugging you to him. “You’ve grown. Really grown.”

You returned the gesture, holding onto him tight. “Please don’t ever think that I am leaving you out of my life because I always want to tell you everything.”

Just then, he pulled back, his brows furrowing while his eyes narrowed at you. “So, why isn’t he the one telling me this? Where is that bastard?”

You shrugged. “He wants to be here. Trust me. I just asked him if I could talk to you first because I have issues to resolve with you apart from my relationship with him.”

Gojo exhaled, nodding in understanding. “I understand, Y/N. But are you certain?”

“Yes. I’m scared of hurting him, but I’ll do my best, I guess.”

“Hmm, yeah. Maybe you should tone down on your mischief, too. I don’t want him dying of stress because of you. He’s still precious to me.”

At that, you laughed. “I know.”

He poked you on the cheek. “Alright then. If that’s what makes you happy, I won’t stand in your way. You have my blessing.” His teeth clenched then. “But I’m still going to have to talk to him man to man in case he thinks he’s off the hook.”

“Worry about your wedding first,” you jibed.

“I almost forgot about that.”

“I’m telling Iori.”

He shook his head, feigning panic. “Don’t.”

You both ended up laughing, joking about the guests who were arriving at the garden, poking fun at the relatives you both detested but had no choice but to invite. Just like that, you were back to how it used to be, easily conversing and sharing the same sentiments about things and same penchant for devilry.

Soon, the organizer came to his room, informing him that he needed to go to the garden to prepare. You reached up and fixed his tie and jacket for him, holding him at arm’s length to appreciate your handiwork. “You’re all set.”

“Thank you.” He smiled wide but you saw the nervousness in his eyes. “I’m getting married!”

“You are.”

“I’m more anxious about seeing Kento after what you told me,” he stated dramatically.

You eyed him witheringly. “Shut up and pull yourself together.”

He snickered then. “Kidding. Let’s go.”

“Okay.”

The two of you walk to the garden, your arm around his. He stood at the spot just by the last row of seats with you, grinning at you when he saw you looking at Nanami who was already dutifully standing on his spot, speaking to Geto.

“Concentrate on your vows, yeah?” you told your brother.

“I’m off.”

“In case we don’t get to talk before you leave for your honeymoon,” you began, “Just know that I am waiting for the speedy arrival of my nieces and nephews.”

Gojo laughed at that, but nodded anyway and said, “I’ll do a good job, I promise.”

“And Satoru?”

“Yeah?”

“Love you.”

“I know, kid. I know.” He turned on his heels and walked towards his place at the front pews while you watched, his steps leading you towards the very man you would want to see standing there when the time comes, his halo of golden locks bright under the setting sun but you knew your future with him would be even more brilliant.

**

The familiar bars of Johann Pachelbel’s “Canon” began to play in a modified, slowed-down wedding version made especially for Gojo and Utahime’s wedding, played on the harp, piano and violin, cueing the beginning to the entrance of the bridal entourage. It began with the entrance of the flower girls who scattered petals of different flowers on the white carpet that lined the long aisle.

Arches and bouquets of flowers festooned the garden, with gossamer cloth hanging about, interlaced with live wisteria that hung down from the canopy along with fairy lights that progressively turned on as the sky grew darker. White and pink dominated the color palette as Utahime had wished and the same goes for the reception area. It was probably one of the most beautiful wedding setups Nanami has ever seen.

But his eyes weren’t on the ornaments. They were trained on the end of the walled garden, waiting for your ascent on the marble steps where the white carpet extended, the march made more dramatic by the organizers by opting for a meandering aisle instead of the traditional, straight walkway for the bride. And it did achieve the desired effect when you finally emerged from the steps and into view.

He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips upon finally seeing you clad in that familiar faded rose gown he had first seen being fitted on you to perfection. He kissed you while you wore that very article of clothing not long ago at the couturier’s shop, and though he thought back then that he has never seen anything more beautiful, he was amazed at the fact that you looked even more gorgeous in it as you glided towards the front.

He loved you so much it hurts, and although you’ve both professed your deep affections for one another and decided to take things head on together, he still felt like he was in the middle of a dream he didn’t want to wake up from. You came closer, and once more, he was back at the semi-outdoor ballroom the first day he came that week, beholding the goddess that was you but seemingly in a different light – brighter this time, overwhelming him to the point that he had to remind himself how to breathe when you finally looked his way and beamed unabashedly, your affections towards him unmasked, real and not under the guise of a game.

“Kento,” he heard Gojo say softly just then, the man’s blue eyes furtively glancing at him.

“Yes?” he answered in hushed tones.

“Hurt my baby sister and I’ll have your severed head hung by the gates of the estate,” he said. “Are we clear about that?”

Geto snickered, concealing it by facing the other way.

“Understood,” Nanami said seriously. “I’m counting on it.”

When you were near enough, you smiled at your brother and Geto before turning your attention to Nanami. You winked at him as you passed by before turning towards your spot opposite them across the aisle, your attention trained towards the point where you came from.

He couldn’t stop looking at you, not even when he felt Gojo hold onto his arm, squeezing tight as Utahime came into view. He didn’t mean to be insulting to his friends. She was beautiful in her wedding gown and he couldn’t help but be moved by the loving look that your brother had on his face as he watched his wife-to-be come closer, guided by her father who will give her away as the sun set. It was poetic. A new beginning after a beautiful end. He probably looked the same whenever his eyes would find you.

The ceremony carried on as everyone sat down, waiting for the couple to exchange their ‘I do’s.’ their vows, rings and the much-awaited kiss. It was making him emotional, thinking of the time when he himself would draw your veil and get to claim you as his for life in front of everyone you both loved and cared about. He couldn’t wait for it, and he may be getting ahead of himself, but he wanted what Gojo and Utahime had with you.

As the minister announced the pair man and wife, everyone applauded and cheered for them. He did so, too, chuckling when Geto whistled loudly, being his cheeky self. Just then, he nudged Nanami on the side, grinning impudently.

“Is it safe to assume you’re next?” he queried in the same manner.

Nanami rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Who knows? Someone might actually steal your heart in the next months and we’ll be seeing you crying as you watch your bride walk towards you by next year.”

Geto snickered at that. “Yeah, right. You looked like you wanted to jump Y/N and replace Satoru and Iori at the altar all this time.”

“Who wants to replace my brother and sister-in-law at the altar?” they heard you say, appearing out of nowhere, your head tilted to the side as you shifted your blue orbs between the two males, but before either of them could answer, you linked your arm with Nanami who smiled down at you blissfully. You returned the gesture, your cheeks blushing prettily under the twinkling lights overhead.

“I see you’ve figured things out.” Geto smirked, patting Nanami on the back just as Shoko came into view, taking the former by the arm, claiming she needed a smoke. She pulled him away, leaving you and Nanami to yourselves, winking as they walked away.

“So, you told him?” you asked, cocking your head towards the wide lawn where the pergolas were, built on three sides of the square and closed by an elevated area for the band, all surrounding a dance floor under a huge, white tent above, also adorned with thousands of lights. It was your design, solely for the wedding reception and a form of gift to the newlyweds.

“Satoru did indirectly when he said he’ll have my head hung at the gates of Gojo Manor if I hurt you.” He shook his head, laughing slightly. “Bastard had the gall to laugh at me, too.”

“He nearly cried when I told him earlier,” you said, regaling him with how your conversation with Gojo went. “He trusts you and is actually afraid I’ll hurt you, too.”

He shook his head. “It’s all part of the process, isn’t it?”

“Mhmm.”

“We’ll take it head on.” He held your hand, twining your fingers together.

You nodded, squeezing his larger hand. “We will.”

Just then, your friends emerged from the reception area with Noabara taking the lead, mischief drawn all over her face as she approached you. “I took care of the sitting arrangement,” she said to you then turned to Nanami. “Take care of Y/N. Make her cry and –”

“You’ll have my head?” Nanami supplemented but Nobara shook her head. “I’ll tan your hide. Satoru gets your head apparently.”

At that, Nanami laughed, nodding nonetheless. But to your surprise, she also turned her attention to you, holding you by the shoulders. “Are you still playing?”

“Nope.” You pressed your lips together, shaking your head slowly.

She smiled then. “Good.” She glanced at Nanami. “You’ve got you a good one here.”

“I know.”

They left you alone after that much to his relief, but then you said, “Wanna play a game?”

His eyes rounded and he felt tension again once he heard you say those familiar words, always the preamble to every single mischievous stunt you’ve ever pulled on everyone including him. He paused and looked at you. “I thought no more games?”

You smirked at him. “One more won’t hurt.”

He sighed, giving in. “You’re going to be the death of me, I swear to god.”

“So, are you in?”

“When did I ever say no to you?”

You giggled. “Great.”

“What is it about this time?” he asked, indulging you.

“Whoever gets a rise out of Satoru first wins.”

“The stakes?”

You just winked suggestively at him.

**

You forfeited. For the first time, you lost in your own game. It counted – albeit momentary – because you initiated the game…said the very words that began everything that paved the way to the result you’ve always wanted. But you did not really consider it a loss when for the long run, you’ve gained the very person you’d always gladly lose to at any given time.

After you father offered a toast for the newlyweds, the speeches began, starting with Utahime’s parents then yours, eventually moving on to you, then the bride and groom’s shared close friends. Geto had been rather irreverent as usual, pointing out the things that both Gojo and Utahime supposedly disliked from one another yet brought them closer, making everyone laugh when Shoko came up the stage and began her speech, saying, “Opposites do attract.”

You sat on your table with Nanami, both of you waiting for your turns. He was next in line after Shoko, smirking at you as he stood up and walked towards the platform and began his piece by congratulating Gojo, “for landing a very gracious woman who has the most enduring patience I have ever known in all mankind, given the grief that Ieiri, Suguru and I had to endure before Iori came to his life.”

He continued on with his witty address, pretty much reflecting what Suguru said and entertaining the crowd enough when he started to express his gratitude. “While I know that this changes nothing between us as the best of friends – including your nature that tested one’s forbearance – I would like to say thank you for many things. Thank you because you are, well, you…” He did a dramatic eye roll.

The guests laughed.

“Thank you because you are a real person who offered friendship to quiet, boring old me,” he said, droning on about the things he appreciated about the couple before saying the things he was thankful to Gojo about. “And thank you, because without you, without our friendship, I wouldn’t have met the very person I also want to walk this earth with for the rest of my life.”

You would have fallen off your seat when Megumi playfully nudged you if it weren’t for Yuuji who also held onto your shoulders from behind your seat, shaking you excitedly.

“If it weren’t for one Gojo Satoru, I wouldn’t have met Y/N.”

You felt all eyes turn towards you, including your parents and your brother, heat suffusing your cheeks as you tried hard to keep yourself from smiling like an idiot for everyone to see. Nanami has outdone you this time, and you knew you didn’t have a chance to go against that when he had so publicly expressed how he felt about you.

“I love her with everything that I am,” he continued, “and I will continue to do so even without your threat to behead me.” He raised his glass. “To Iori and Satoru. May you have the happiest, most prosperous married life from today and for always.”

Geto whistled loudly while the guests applauded. You also stood up, clapping your hands slowly as you shook your head. You’ve lost big time, backed by the fact that your brother stood up raising his glass as he said, “I couldn’t have wished for a better future brother-in-law.” He then looked at you, smiling fondly.

Nanami got Gojo to state his approval for everyone to hear. You can’t win against that even if you nearly made the latter cry.

And now, you were just happy to be in Nanami’s arms as he swayed you both to the tune the jazz band was playing, your arms hanging around his shoulders and your fingers playing with the hair at the base of his head while he held you against him by the waist.

“So?” Nanami began. “How’s that for a final game?”

“Not bad,” you acceded, smirking at him. “I’ll admit defeat.”

“Damn right, you are.” He smiled down at you, his dark eyes reflecting the muted, xanthic lights that surrounded you. “I have a couple of things I’d want you to do for me, by the way.”

You nodded slowly, keeping a straight face at the mention of his prize. “Rules are rules.”

His brows furrowed slightly. “Then again, you haven’t told me what you wanted when you won a week ago.”

You grinned, burying your face on his chest, listening to the faint sound of his heart. “But I did get what I want.”

“And that is?”

You met his gaze from under your lashes. “You,” you stated in full confidence.

Nanami nodded, suppressing a smile. “If you say so.”

“I wouldn’t wish for anything else.” You pulled him towards you so you could peck him on the mouth. “Thank you.”

“I don’t know what for, but as always, anything for you.”

You chuckled at that. Knowing him, he’ll make good on his words for sure, so much so that you didn’t feel the least bit of worry where your future with him was concerned. “You have to learn how to say no to me.”

“I guess, but since I won, have I finally made it to the list of people you don’t mess with?” he asked.

“As promised, yes.”

“No more games?”

“No more games,” you repeated. “Although I have to say it keeps things interesting between us. Don’t you think so?”

You both dissolved in laughter, the merry mingling of your voices coming to a standstill when he bent down and cupped your cheeks, running his thumb over your cheek before staking his claim on your lips while you returned the gesture in kind, locked in each other’s arms, glad you both played the game. And won.

-THE END-

I would like to say thank you to everyone who read this and kept up with my erratic updating. It's been a good 6 weeks. Thanks!

*I used “you” here, but since my character is Gojo’s little sister who is established to be his female clone for reasons essential to the plot, she possesses the same blue eyes and white hair. I did not exactly want to create an OC (although technically, I did by describing Y/N), but I opted for the best of both worlds in this fic, leaning more towards the literary aspect of it as opposed to it just being reader/you-oriented. I hope this isn’t iffy to anyone, and yeah, i’m not being exclusive or whatever.

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI'S “JUJUTSU KAISEN.” [20210814]

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Lavinia angst, possibly a first kiss.

Written by @evoedbd

Part 1

WARNINGS:

Minor Violence.

Mentions of Blood.

Minor Spoilers.

Somewhat OOC.

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Lavinia’s words haunted Lee, echoed across the darkness.  Tentative as her first step was, Lee seemingly found nothing to fear, no reason to believe her world would ever fall from beneath her. The black embodied so many things, all intrinsically understood.  They spoke to Lee, singing in a language she couldn’t recollect learning, at a pitch that her ears could not physically hear, yet it resonated within her chest. The mirror was cold, somehow rubbery, as if she were stepping onto a rug of silly putty.  Membrane across a throbbing answered by the heartbeat she guarded in her pocket.

Each step Lee took saw the maze fade, swept away like ink dropped into churning hot water. Floating like steam, the trees faded, swirling into the blackness surrounding.   The reflections cast upon the mirror almost called, a promise of safety if Lee would only turn and run for them.  A spiderweb there to catch her, should she fall.  Or perhaps ensnare her in their beauty, in the beauty uncertainty could offer. Stubborn, a solitary chance for escape.

Perhaps the spiderweb was what lingered within the crystal darkness. The Blackness, Lee noticed, did not lack for light.  It did not take the colour from what it reflected.  Merely… color did not exist within its depths.  A pure, clear darkness.  A backdrop to the world, despite it being the world Lee strode upon.  The centre of the mirror turned from black to frost, ice to a sorrowful field of snow.  Snow fell softly, seemingly without a source for not a cloud existed.  The flakes did not exist, and then they did, faster than a subconscious blink.  White flakes stark against the vibrant nothingness.

The falling snow formed an informal barrier, thicker to the edges. As thick as crushed ice from the freezer which fell like stones upon Lee’s unsuspecting body.   It blanketed her shoulders, falling upon them like the firm hands of some law enforcement.  A warden to a prisoner, a reticent threat that misbehaviour would be punished off the books.  The feeling sat heavy in Lee’s chest, even as the snow went from harsh to soft, from a vicious cry to silent tears against her tanned skin.  Malevolence returned to melancholy apathy.

The spiraling storm was tamed into strands of nacreous white, cascading down the strong expanse of lissom shoulders.  Even with such a willowy frame, Lavinia stood strong, too proud to let her body cave to the weakness within her heart.  The weight of her bulky cloak pulled on her, held around her shoulders only by the cage of Lavinia’s clasped hand, wrapped around her tender body as if it could conceal the youthful woman, could reinforce that this was a Queen standing tall within her court.  Could hide that the legend of destruction dared feel the melancholy of the pariahed existence she’d been deceitfully written into.

“Lavinia?” Lee pleaded gently, as if merely her words could destroy walls that had withstood sieges.  It seemed her plea was heeded, for Lavinia’s shoulders finally fell, caving a hairs width as the Queen heaved an almighty sigh.

“You should not have come here, little Lionstar.” Lavinia whispered.  Not that she need raise her voice.  The world had once more fallen quiet, leaving nothing save the Queen’s quiet voice to be heard.  Selfishly, Lee found herself grateful for the quiet, for she doubted her heart could have borne the weight of Lavinia’s tones had her voice been anything more. Regret tainted Lavinia’s tones, dragging the Queen to her knees without ever cowing her strong stance.  Lavinia did not need to move, not with the weight of her tones betraying her. Lee could hear the broken expression she knew she’d find upon Lavinia’s face as the Queen turned to her.

The burden of immortality pulled at Lavinia’s young features.  Features which had been young through too many wars.  A youth stolen yet aching to break free of the chains, the weight which continued to drag on her.  Even her almond shaped eyes, the sharpest aqua Lee had ever seen, seemed dulled under the shadows of her subtle brow, which had descended like stormclouds, darkened all the more by wisps of smoky eyeshadow and rebellious eyeliner.  As if makeup could contain the brewing storm.  It was a storm Lee had witnessed a thousand times, safe within the eye of such chaos, shielded from the worst of it even as Lavinia gushed warning after warning from full, crimson covered lips. Lips which were now so agonisingly downturned. Trembling like snow on the frail winds. Denied by the harsh set of her low sweeping jawline. Lavinia’s words of caution had always bled together in Lee’s ears, recklessly unheeded.  Now, Lee understood why her body refused to listen, to accept.  Nothing could have prepared Lee for what she saw.  The briefest flash of hope, a lightning strike, before the skies went dull.  The oceans froze.  The spark extinguished.

“You shouldn’t be here either.” Lee commented, keeping her voice as quiet as Lavinia’s had been.  At this, the Queen’s brow found some life, arching into a fine point as her lips twitched, a weak effort at one of her lazy smirks.

“Shouldn’t I be? Where else would I go that is safe from you?”

“Safe from me? Lavinia, we can work this out! I want-”

Before Lee could even comprehend the weight of Lavinia’s words, could complete her thought, Lavinia was there.  Stalking closer, voice that same terrifyingly piercing whisper, a croon as much as a mockery.

“Me?” Lavinia’s redundant question was met with a confirming silence.  Both women swallowed, staring at one another as if the other’s face might hold the answers they needed to such a potent question.  Lee’s silence was deafening.  The answer Lavinia sought and feared.  The answer Lee herself couldn’t understand enough to give. “Of course.” The Queen nodded, turning to begin a pensive pacing with the effortless grace of a wolf closing in on unsuspecting prey.

“It always comes back to me, doesn’t it? You’ve always wanted to be close to me. I’m what the star fallen to the earth truly wants.”

“What?” Lee breathed, denial on the tip of her tongue.  How Lavinia said those words. The sudden realisation dawning in her icy eyes, the raise in pitch, a note of wonder smothered beneath the derisive persona she aimed to keep so firmly in place. None of it sat well, in fact, every syllable saw Lee’s stomach tightening, a weight settling there. An uncomfortable stone she couldn’t dislodge, couldn’t ignore.  All she had was the potential of denial, yet a single look from the Ice Queen killed it in Lee’s throat.  Just what had Lavinia read from her eyes that had the Queen’s expression so… tormented?

“How do you want me, my little lion heart?” Lavinia seemed to beg behind her mockery, pleading the very fabric of reality for answers.

It was a flash, much like her hopes, a moment of indecision riding the undercurrents of care, and dare Lee think it, affection.  A rebellious little flicker of emotion that Lavinia crushed beneath the weight of whatever burdened her so.  A shift, something so very subtle yet impossible for Lee to ignore.  The Queen’s shoulders straightened, loosing the lazy slouch, posture as regal as the finest paintings depicted nobility.  She almost floated, every footsteps devouring the distance between her and Lee, much how the menacing slant of her lips promised Lee would find herself devoured if Lavinia’s hands landed on her.  A wolf stalking an injured fawn, letting the bleeding creature escape merely for the chance to continue the hunt.  The illusion of hope provided all for the predator to sweep away with an all too elegant sweep of crystalline talons.

“My weird, naive little book nerd? My star come to earth. What desire burns brighter than your senses? Who did you follow to this place where dreams fade to a nothingness to rival nightmares?” Lavinia queried scornfully, each nickname falling from her lips more potent than their potential affection.  They warred, even as they fell silken from her silver tongue, a clash of everything Lee had ever known of Lavinia laid out like a white carpet, only to be lost in the snows.  Lost in Lee’s growing discomfort.

“Stop.” Lee commanded, voice holding remarkably true despite how she staggered in the snow.  The Queen smirked at this, wicked amusement shattering the weight of her agony for a breath.  A breath stolen from Lee’s lungs as she righted herself.

“You’re acting strange, and for you that’s saying a lot.”

“Oh? Am I scaring you?” Lavinia’s ominous aura melted, warmed by an almost playful laugh low on a husky voice.  A tilt of her head, mirrored in a briefly uneven slant of her shoulders.  That same shift, the one that haunted Lee’s dreams.  The girl who played with matches in place of Winter’s chill.  How many people saw this?  How many understood what they saw in such a little gesture?  How many would give up their chance to put distance between themselves and the hunter to heed such a thing?  How many could ignore the chill of an icy wall against their shoulders, mixed with the heat of Lavinia’s breath against their cheeks in their moment of admiration?

“Has the cowardice infecting your heart returned so suddenly?”

Had it?  Lee trembled before the mystical being, trapped against a wall of ice by the mere risk of touching the Queen. Lee could break away, she could press into that unspoken space between them, challenge their roles… but she couldn’t.  Her body wouldn’t obey, her lungs wouldn’t take the air she desperately craved for fear her swelling breast might brush those iced furs.  That she might challenge and win, might drive her Queen away.  When had air become more sacrificial than Lavinia?   The fear claiming her breath was not healthy.  This wasn’t healthy.  To be so scared to lose somebody that she chose to stifle her breath.  She couldn’t do this, couldn’t let Lavinia bully her. She blinked, preparing to reclaim the space she’d forsaken, only to catch a movement in the corner of her gaze. The Rebel Queen’s hand rose, extended towards Lee’s cheek for the briefest of moments before she froze.  Winter in the Queen’s veins held her captive, the clarity of her vision disrupted by the gasp of the star within her snare.  Once more, the monarch seemed to have found herself at odds, fingers curling on air less she foolishly offer affection.  Less she reach for the warmth of a tanned cheek, or the softness of sun bleached curls. She swallowed; a gesture which looked as painful as forcing knives down the exposed column of her pale throat.

“I thought you had grown beyond that.” Nothing could have hidden the note of melancholy within Lavinia’s voice.  Not her attempts at a sneer, not the chill of her magic touching where her hand dared not.  Once more, her magic picked at Lee, little rodent claws tugging on the girl’s flesh.  Punishing Lee for Lavinia’s hesitance.  The girl bristled, brows furrowing as she inspected Lavinia’s face, close enough she could see the snowflakes powered in the Queen’s lashes.

“You don’t get to punish me because you’re scared.  You’re the one who ran away.” She gently challenged; caution lost to the rise of heat in her chest.  Her heart thumped rebelliously, warming her to the tips of her fingers.  Lee averted her gaze, not for fear of Lavinia’s, but to the Queen’s hand.  A hand still raised, curled into that image of forlorn restraint.  A hand that struck out, accompanied by nothing more but a harsh breath, nails biting into the ice beside Lee’s head, shattering the wall so violently that Lee staggered.  The human winced as she came down amidst the rubble, back bent across the misshapen bricks, knees caught over the rise.  It was then the Queen dared touch, the wrath of winter empowering her as those icy talons sunk through the material of Lee’s tie, through her shirt.  The Queen hauled Lee from her feet, effortlessly holding the shorter girl aloft in the grasp of her plagued vehemence.  

“You dare speak to me this way? As if you know me oh so well? Do you even know who it is you have chased to this place?”

There it was.  The lava beneath the icy surface.  Lee could only stare, trying to decipher the snarling beast before her. The violence of the gesture should have frightened Lee.  Should have had the girl scrambling in panic within the monster’s grasp.  Grovelling for her life.  Yet, Lavinia’s tone was so level, a practiced tune disguised in vicious resplendence.  Her intent was intimidation, yet her hand was so steady, the brush of her knuckles against Lee’s collar so cautious.  How could a monster hold such caution, have such awareness to disguise that caution?  Swallowing, Lee knew the answer.  It couldn’t.  That meant this was Lavinia, not some creature replacing her.  However far removed from the nihilist rebel, this was Lavinia.  This beast did not need to be deciphered, for Lee already knew her.  Lee held her heart, she had for nearly 18 years.  A heart that had been broken, raped and violated by betrayals of lust and logic.  A heart kept in pieces by worlds conspiring… a heart that rebelled against the chance that it might be loved in return.   Lavinia had to prove herself the monster.  She had to prove she could hurt Lee, that she could kill Lee.  She had to be strong enough, to drive everyone away, keep them out and away from the chasm her heart had left… But she couldn’t let Lee get away.  Couldn’t let the girl go, couldn’t keep her close, couldn’t love but couldn’t stop her heart’s betrayal within her own torn chest.  She was burning the possibility of a relationship at the stake, assassinating the goodwill between them, anything to keep Lee’s hands from her soul… all the while putting her soul in Lee’s waiting hands.  She was doing what she always did when her wounds were laid bare, lashing out, defending by driving all those nearby away.  Then she would never be hurt again, or worse, come to depend on another.   She wanted Lee to run, wanted Lee to be terrified of her… Lee refused to rise to the bait, choosing to speak soothingly, to gently lay her hand over Lavinia’s.

“You’re acting as if you’re two different people, Lavinia.”

Lavinia’s eyes widened, realising what she had done, what her explosiveness had almost cost her.  She’d almost failed to succeed, yet succeeded to fail.  It was Lavinia’s turn to tremble, to freeze and think, to process what this foolish girl within her grasp was doing.  It was so typical of Lee, to respond to cruelty with determined kindness, to risk herself to see Lavinia’s heart defrost.  Even a few droplets from the ice encasing her seemed worth everything to Lee, the foolish girl, the star fallen to earth.  The girl who tasted of magic and mortality, without ever having been beneath Lavinia’s tongue.  The girl who changed the very air around her, who accepted and welcomed Lavinia, who actively sought the lonely monarch out.  Lee was… too good.  Too pure.  Yet, she fell from grace to shine into Lavinia’s torment.  Sacrificed for the damned.  Once, Lavinia had believed that because Lee was unable to see the damnation.  Now, she fearfully suspected Lee saw her darnation better than any mortal ever had.  Saw it, considered it, then chose to ignore it.    Lavinia couldn’t make her see, couldn’t drive this fool away, even as she threatened to tear her open.  Even as she threatened life and limb.  Oh, what crimes had she committed to earn the loyalty of such a beautiful soul?  What had she done to deserve the torment of destroying the star laying herself in winter’s palms?

Quietly, Lavinia placed Lee back upon her feet, smoothed her tie down as best she could, wilfully ignoring the fuzzy bloom of icy magic across the bars of navy, white and red.  Lee followed suit, forcing her gaze to remain on Lavinia’s, to ignore the reflection of magic across Lavinia’s revealing eyes.

“So, who is it you want, Lee?” Lavinia’s question was accompanied by the gentlest of winds. As if made of powder, her illustrious gown fell away, delicately crumbling to reveal the rebellious image Lee was so familiar with. Her breath caught in her chest, bubbling into a stuttered sigh in her tightened throat. The familiar figure still existed, still fought for some prominence in the picture. The relaxed nihilist. The rebel. The Lavinia of Whitehorn.

This Lavinia was so flowing, so free within the confinements she rebelled against. The crisp lines of a dark blazer somehow accentuated the slope of her shoulders, uneven due to a lazy half slouch. Ever the rebel, the blazer’s sleeves didn’t cover finely veined forearms, scrunched subtly at the elbows, leaving the jangling armor of a dozen fine bangles protecting Lavinia’s left forearm. A hand tucked into the pocket of dark blue shorts; waistband half concealed by a partially untucked university t-shirt. White and green, hopeful and bright amidst the dark shades whilst remaining complimentary. The lower one eyes wondered, the more tattered cloth they could find, with torn fishnets on proud display, leading right to decorative combat boots. White, with the most elegant, elaborate swirls of dark greys and blacks forming the gothic flowers.

“Is it the mysterious girl in the hallways? A stray creature to be tamed? The girl who will share stories with you? The cliche romanticism of the rebel only the good girl can draw a smile from? The bad girl you can redeem?”

Lavinia moved as if nothing could contain her, relaxed ease as she began to circle. Lee didn’t dare turn her head to follow, not with Lavinia’s words washing over her. Not with the lazy brushes of touch. A shoulder skimming hers, the soft jangle along with the gentle sting of cool metal against burning flesh, a lazy hand across her back, teasing at the ends of her wild hair. A suggestive finger running the length of Lee’s blazer pocket. Subtle touches given by a creature who cared not who watched her commit such acts. Lee could only follow with her eyes, turning her head only to hear the Queen’s soft musings. The rare occasions Lavinia came into Lee’s view inspired hope. The Rebel’s face was relaxed, lips in that unaffected, not quite a smile she so often gifted Lee. Those cusps of vulnerability that could grow if only Lavinia cared enough to let them.

“Do you want to save me?”

“Lavinia…” Lee sighed, closing her eyes as Lavinia’s hand touched her shoulder, her hand wondering dangerously close to Lee’s throat, her hip brushing into the small of Lee’s back. Lee had to clench her teeth, momentarily breathe to centre herself. Why was every goddamn fairy-tale, magical being so fixated on this goddamn saviour complex? All this, she can never have her heart back, and beware the wicked Queen, who constantly was trying to warn Lee away. Beware the big bad wolf, less his broody pout and gorgeous eyes rip your throat out. Cautious be thee about the Darkwood Witches, less you turn to a toad. Praise be Prince Charming, maidens beware, less his extreme levels of gay leave your hearts broken and your brothers never the same. Truthfully, Lee was so damn tired about it all. The dehumanisation even the magical beings themselves engaged in towards themselves. How people kept casting rolls of hero and villain. What was wrong with wanting to restore Lavinia’s heart and hold the woman close, instead of trying to hurt her? What was wrong with wanting coffee with Ezra, or laughing at how Lucas flustered her brother? What was wrong with wanting to save her friends? To love them as people, not archetypes.

“Or is it the Ice Queen? The cold beauty of Winter?” It took Lavinia’s sneer to break Lee from her musings. She was aware of a soft pressure against the back of her neck that roused her, a thumb just beneath the hairline that promised to soothe all the tension. Something that left Lee pliant.

In an unsteady blink, that thumb slid from neck to jugular, teasing over Lee’s hammering pulse as icy talons dug into her tender flesh. The Queen’s fingers spread, stretched to encompass the hinge of Lee’s jaw, claws drawing blood to the surface just as the Queen’s thumb had. A soft hiss escaped Lee, melting into a confused whimper as Lavinia’s grip tightened, as her thumb brushed the length of Lee’s jaw to rest under her chin. Lee was helpless, pulled back into the Queen’s mass by a second hand curled over her ribcage. With the wall of Lavinia’s body curled around her back, Lee could only surrender to the threat, let herself swoon into Lavinia’s hold to avoid those lethal claws. The warmth of Lavinia’s palm against her throat helped sooth the ache of bending her head back. She swallowed, realising all too swiftly the level of danger she was in. She understood now why Lavinia’s hand was light and relaxed, following the movement of Lee’s stuttered breaths. Lavinia didn’t need to use force. Not when her nails were hypodermic needles poised to turn into knives if Lee moved even an inch out of place. Not when a single unexpected move would have those claws claiming her lifeblood. They’d see her drained, staining the snow, falling to her knees at Lavinia’s feet as nothing more than a corpse. A distraction removed. Even the act of breathing felt tight in her chest; every breath threatening to push her lungs into those talons. Just as every erratic beat of her pulse pushed her skin further onto those sharp fingers, a string beneath a musician’s bow, vibrating and throbbing. Each thump of her pulse against those claws had a droplet of blood weeping through. Every beat after only felt as if daring those icy points deeper as it leapt to greet them. She knew her skin must be blanched beneath the pressure of Lavinia’s grasp, that soon the droplets of blood gathering would begin to trickle down her jaw, if they didn’t freeze. Yet, she didn’t panic. She refused to. But stars above, was it torture to hold herself so still in the cage of Lavinia’s potentially deadly grasp.

“The villainous thief of the young and jaded? She who took a kingdom, who turned the desert to tundra at a whim? I took a kingdom from Greed! I carved myself a destiny greater than any dared imagine! Men tremble at the whisper of my name; my title ensnares even the boldest heart. Tell me, Lee, could you endure hearing the tales of my darkest deeds? Could you stomach what I did to those who stole my innocence? To those who betrayed me?” Lavinia punctuated her question with a subtle squeeze, tightening her fingers over the bone of Lee’s jaw. Forcing the girl to look directly into her eyes.

“You’re scaring me.” Lee whispered. A confession torn from her with another squeeze. Nobility sharpened Lavinia’s features; Lee noticed. As if the tightened muscles of her jaw concealed the blunter angles, drawing attention to her pert nose. A nose which drew a little closer to Lee’s, bringing Lavinia’s lips almost to the girl’s cheeks as she spoke.

“You should be afraid. The story I shared is truth. I could freeze you so suddenly your body would continue to walk, unbeknownst your life was mine.”

Oh. Lee believed it. With the look in Lavinia’s eyes, Lee couldn’t do anything but believe every word, every syllable, with every fibre of her being.

The magic within Lavinia seemed to cause her to glow, bringing an intensity to her eyes that left Lee speechless. They were alive. Hungry and devouring, promising a million things, not a single one that the victim of such a gaze would live to speak of. What use were unimaginable pleasures to the dead, afterall? More terrifyingly, such a gaze could make one want to be that corpse for a chance to see the emptiness hiding in the shadows filled. To see what softness might appear in a moment sated. What was missing, Lee saw, was the quiet of remorse. The quiet longing. The Queen’s eyes were so loud, so active in their emotions, providing not a single one was beyond the moment. A creature of whim, only, Lavinia had a mind that planned across decades.

Lee believed. She believed everything Lavinia had told her. Everything the Queen had tried to explain. It thrummed beneath her skin, spilling over onto the points of Lavinia’s summoned claws. Claws which, despite the ease at which they could tear her apart, had only touched. Only scraped at her ribs instead of digging in. Magic, which had turned a maze into horrors, that only moved to intimidate. Lee believed Lavinia when she claimed herself dangerous, but there was something Lee believed in more than threats.

“But you won’t.”

“Won’t I?” The Queen laughed. This was a different laugh. This one was not for Lee’s antics, not to mock or play a role. This laugh seemed heavier, burdened. A laugh for her own foolishness. A laugh at her own expense.

“I do not command my magic as others do. It yearns to reclaim what was stolen. I long for my heart to be complete again, Lee, and your very life prevents that. I should not care for it as I do...”

Heat burned through Lee, white hot in her chest as she threw herself to the wolves.  Furiously, she turned in Lavinia’s grasp, scarcely registering how swiftly Lavinia’s hands reared back from her in favor of delivering her defence in the most scotching tone.

“That doesn’t make you evil, Lavinia! You...”

“I’m… what?” Lavinia’s intensity drove the air from Lee’s lungs.  A single whispered question, caressed between downturned lips was enough to fill a void.  To still Lee’s very heart for a painful second, before it began to race.  What could she do with this?  The intensity in Lavinia’s pale blue eyes, the almost white gleam of her hair framing an expression of perfect longing.

“Am I the girl you’re so invested in saving, or the Queen you must flee lest she reclaim her heart at the cost of yours?”

It was a question delivered so softly one might mistake it for freshly falling snow.  No magical flares or grand gestures.  Even Lavinia’s voice held nothing save her trembling.  Trembling she couldn’t let reach her body, even as she reaches out to brush a few erratic strands of hair from Lee’s face.  A simple, quiet gesture, no theatrics accompanying her final plea.

“Tell me.  Who do you see?”