#Everyone is afraid of your second in command and lowkey so are you?

[lowquailityphotos]

Don't know how it goes in the rest of the world, but in my country student leadership positions (council or clubs in general) always goes to the rude popular cliquey kids who just help their friends get into those positions to and everyone I know hates it.

That's literally the inner circle.

Sorry but gross.

[veilsofroses]

Heyy, can i request for aizen cuddling/comforting f! Reader after she had an anxiety attack? From during his time as a lieutenant or during hueco mundo. Thank you ❤️💕

Sosuke Aizen x f!reader

warnings: descriptions of an anxiety/panic attack, abandonment anxiety author’s note: thank you for the request! i hope i did aizen justice and that you find this comforting <3 aizen being soft is lowkey hard to write yall 😔 word count: 651

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Boom, boom, boom.

Your heart is pounding rapidly like it’s trying to break through your chest. Your ears are ringing, a never-ending, deafening nose. 

You stumble through the Las Noches palace, trying to find a place to sit down, lie down, a place just to rest and compose yourself but your head is scrambled. 

You lean, your sweaty hands clutching the marble wall, fear threatening to rise up your throat. You swallow hard as you slowly slide down the wall until you’re sat on the floor. Heavy breathing echoes through the room and all you can do is wish *he* was here right now. 

Everyone was gone. Aizen, Gin, Tosen, the arrancars. You ran through the entire palace searching for anyone, but you found no one. Had they abandoned you? After you stayed loyal and by their side. Did he leave you?

Tears begin to blur your vision, your heavy breathing replaced by sobs as you curl yourself up, hugging your knees, burying your face into them. He couldn’t have. 

You had no idea how long had passed, emotional and physical fatigue wearing you down. So much so that you didn’t notice the immense spiritual pressure that approached, didn’t react when strong arms wrapped around your waist and under your knees, effortlessly picking you up. 

Your breathing, wrecked from your sobs, was still labored. His arms held you a little tighter, “Hush.”

The man holding you took you to his bedroom, sitting you down on his silky soft sheets. Your eyes remained shut, afraid that if you opened them, you’d realize this was all a dream and you’d go back to your lonely reality. 

Rough hands caress your hair, “Open your eyes, let me see you.” It was his voice, commanding but gentle. 

You’re reluctant to open your eyes, but you finally do. Your vision still blurred, eyes slightly stinging, but when finally clear, Aizen’s chiseled face is all that takes up your view. A light chuckle escapes his lips at your disheveled appearance. 

You let out a mix of a sigh of relief and a broken sob as you lunge forward into him. Without a second thought, he catches you and holds you tight. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. I was certain we’d return before you noticed our absence, but nothing gets past you, it seems” he muses, his voice silky smooth. 

You don’t say anything in return. You can’t yet, your emotions are still heightened and chaotic. But he knows that, he doesn’t expect an answer right now. 

With you still in his arms, he moves to lay you down, following suit. He pulls you tightly, your head against his strong chest. He continues to caress your hair softly. 

“Did you truly believe I would leave you behind? I have always returned, haven’t I?” He snakes his hand under your chin, slowly lifting your head from his chest, your watery eyes meeting his gaze. His usual carefree expression painted his face, his eyes studying you, and he wore that smile that never reached his eyes. 

Aizen tucks a stray piece of your hair behind your ear and you lean into his touch. “You have nothing to fear. You are a part of this now, a part of me..” 

You grip his sleeve. “Do you understand?” he asks you, this time expecting a response. 

You nod your head. “Good,” he drags it out ever-so-slightly, his voice flowing through you, making you shiver. 

“I expect you to remember that. You follow me because you have faith in me, do you not?” You nod again. He grabs your chin in his hand to ensure you look directly at him. “Then do not have fear. No matter where I go, you will never be without me.” 

And you would follow him until the ends of the earth. He watched you fall asleep in his arms that night, and he didn’t leave again. 

[reidsaurora]

"Trick, No Treat" ~ D. Morgan

Summary: When Derek and Reader get stuck on the haunted house ride at the fair, they play a game of Twenty Questions to calm Reader down. Little do they know… they were the answer to Derek's question all along.

Pairing: Derek Morgan x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1,129

Content Warning: very mild swearing, mentions of haunted house related things, mentions of food, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: i think i forgot how to write Derek fics because this lowkey sucks akshshddhh

Originally Written: 10/29/2023 through 10/31/2023

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Your heart raced as you assessed the situation, panic running rampant through your veins.

It was dark and cold, and the smell of carnival food, while once pleasant, was overwhelming your senses and making you nauseous. The thumping in your chest sped up with every passing second that the ride didn't move again.

As if he could read your thoughts, Derek reached over to your side of the cart, nudging your fingers with his own. "You can hold onto me if it'll make you feel better," he said, the words never judgemental, but instead sympathetic. "I don't bite," he chuckled.

If you weren't already embarrassed from your apparent scaredy-cat behavior, you might've taken him up on the offer. "I'm okay, just… just talk to me?"

You might fight serial killers and terrorists for a living, but dammit if you weren't afraid of the dark. It didn't help that he'd somehow convinced you to go on the 'The Creep Show,' where a demon had jump-scared you moments before the lights went out and the ride froze.

"About what?" he asked, fingers still brushing yours in the dark.

"Anything not related to clowns, demons, dolls, or Jason Voorhees," you said, the words meant to be lighthearted but still managing to come out shaky.

Derek's breath was warm against your skin as he settled in closer to you. Chatter had begun to pick up in the dark area, everyone no doubt discussing what had happened mid-ride. If it hadn't been for the circumstances, you might've felt his presence unnerving, given your long standing crush on the man, but tonight, the heat of his words and the sound of his breathing managed to bring you a tad bit of comfort in all the chaos.

"Okay… uh, tell me your favorite color."

The question caught you off guard, and while it wasn't visible in the pitch-black space, you shot a confused look in the direction of his voice. "What?"

"You said to talk. So I'm asking you a question. Favorite color?" he asked again, this time stating it almost as a command.

"Um… purple," you answered, curious to know where he was going with this.

He paused for a moment, as if to think about his response. After a few seconds, he spoke again. "Okay, I'm thinking of something that reminds me of the color purple. Now you have to guess."

Derek's game seemed a bit childish to you, but you supposed it was a distraction regardless. "Um, is it alive?" A strategy you'd picked up as a child, to weed out the animals and humans from the inanimate objects.

"Yes," he answered, a chuckle settling on the tip of his tongue.

Your minds raced to think of all the things it could be. "Okay, is it a person?"

"Yes."

A small wave of jealousy came over you, despite your lack of confessing the crush you had on him. Still, you managed to take a deep breath, reminding yourself that it could be any number of persons. "Are they a celebrity?"

"Depends on your definition of famous."

A confused crease formed between your brows, though it was invisible in the non-existent light of the broken ride. "Okay… are they pretty?"

"The most beautiful person on planet earth."

A pang shot through your heart, a poisoned arrow hitting a bullseye. You wondered why he'd bother to bring up someone like a supermodel or an actress or anyone else for that matter when you were right there in front of him. After all, regardless of if Derek had knowledge of your crush on him, it was just common courtesy not to, given one's self esteem.

Just as your next question started to leave your mouth, the ride started up again, the loud music drowning out any words you might've attempted to say. Your eyes stayed straight ahead of you as the ride continued, focusing not on the clowns and demons jumping out at you, but rather on the tears that you willed not to fall.

Soon enough, Derek was holding out his hand and helping you out of the cart. He acted as though nothing was wrong, as if he hadn't just crushed what little hope you did have of ever asking him out.

"You never gave me a final guess, by the way," he mentioned as the two of you started to walk toward one of the concession booths.

You shook off your thoughts, meeting his gaze as he stepped into the line. "I'm not sure you gave me enough information," you jested in an attempt to act natural.

"Oh, I think I gave you plenty of information," he chuckled back, his eyes soft as they returned your gaze.

A soft huff of fake annoyance fell off your lips. "Well then, your hints suck because I truly have no clue who you were talking about."

Derek flashed you that signature smile of his, and your heart screamed in anger at your brain for falling desperately in love with it. "Okay…" he started to say, "How's this for a hint?"

The world felt as though it was moving in slow motion when one of his hands cupped your cheek, glancing between your eyes and lips as he waited for an answer. Your sadness quickly turned to a wave of anxious excitement as you nodded, nearly fainting when he planted his lips on yours. A rush of joy and anticipation and exhilaration coursed through your veins, and you truly couldn't believe this was happening.

His lips parted from yours, and already, you wished he'd never leave. Still, he met you with another one of those beautiful toothy smiles, butterflies floating around in your belly at the sight. "Think you know the answer now?"

Never one to back away from your friendly banter, and despite the anxiety flowing through you from head to toe, you managed to joke, "I think you were referring to Megan Fox."

A light snicker tumbled out of him at your comment. "Trust me, she's got nothing on you."

"You promise you aren't pulling my leg? This isn't some Halloween prank?"

He met you with a look of honesty, lips pulling together for a closed-lip smile. "I promise, this is all treat, no trick. Besides, if it was a Halloween prank, would I offer to do it again?"

You shook your head. "I suppose not." You thought for a moment, meeting him with slightly confused eyes. "Are you? Offering again, I mean?"

"If you're accepting."

Suddenly, a wave of confidence came over you. Flashing the man a smile, you placed both hands on his cheeks and pulled him down for another kiss, electricity shooting through you at the feeling of your lips on his. "I'm always accepting when it comes to you, Derek Morgan."

Happy Halloweek Finale, my dearest auroras! 🥹

As previously stated, I totally meant to have this up sooner, but life kicked my butt the past few days and it took me so long to get a chance to edit these last few fics for you guys.

I really hope you guys have enjoyed this week as much as I did! I had so much fun writing all these fics for y'all and getting to celebrate the holiday with you guys. If all goes according to plan, I'm hoping to do something similar to this near Christmas as well so stay tuned for that!

I hope you all had a very happy Halloween and a wonderful Halloweek! Thank you all so much for the love on these fics 🥰

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[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

You’re writing is so genuinely good, I’m in love with it. May I request Niragi and Aguni with a short nonbinary reader who looks soft but could beat anyone in a fist fight? Thank you, have a great day :)

Sure! ❤

Alice In Borderland | Their crush is much stronger than they appear

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Niragi, Aguni

*reader is non-binary

-Niragi-

He’d find out first hand himself

He would think just because your smaller than average and have a selfless personality he can push you around and scare you easier

When he first meets you, he would become obsessed with tormenting you and trying to get a reaction out of you because you would always give him the cold shoulder and ignore him

But one day when he goes too far and tries to grab your arm to pull you towards him, you spin around and punch him hard across the jaw and give him a harsh kick to the kneecap

“Leave me the fuck alone. You’re such a waste of time and energy.”

He wouldn’t even know what to say. No one had ever given his attitude back to him so he doesn’t know how to react

I feel like he would lowkey have some respect for you after it

Wouldn’t dare push you to that point again or victimise you

Don’t expect to get any alone time when he gets to know you though

Would get to the point where everyone would assume you were together because he’s always right beside you during games and at The Beach

But he would always be so entertained by how nice and soft you are but also seem to not be afraid to stand your ground

Tries to convince Aguni to let you into the militants because you’d be a good person to have as well as it’s more time to push your buttons

*Aguni is under the cut

-Aguni-

He’d be so proud no joke

Doesn’t even sweat if you get yourself into some dangerous situation with someone because he knows you can handle yourself

Stands off to the side and just watches them get their ass beat

Would definitely put you second in command of the militants since he would trust you much more anyone else

But one day a new member of the militants started unnecessary conflict by saying you don’t deserve the harsh position since you appear weaker than everyone else

But with one kick square in the chest that causes him to collapse into a heap of weapon materials on the shelves, no one would ever question your strength again

Aguni would love training with you though

Always gets so impressed with how easily your able to pin him to the ground, especially since he’s a lot bigger

Loves watching people like Niragi giving you a hard time because he knows what’s coming to them

But of course, he would always be there to back you up if you need it

Honestly, you both would be the strong as fuck duo that no one wants to anger

But overall, he would love having you around him because he would love how friendly you are to people you like, and how harsh you are to people you don’t

To be honest, he’d see you both as each other’s shield’s in a way

[rulerofstars]

i love your writings! but maybe we could have some angst??? like um.. levi had an argument with his s/o before an expedition over something and they made up after they came back to the walls?

Sunsets and Mishaps

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Genre: Angst, light fluff.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood, gore, deaths.

Word count: 2,600 words.

Angel: Thank you so much for requesting and for the kind words, anon! I enjoyed writing this one. <3

 The taste of the warm, strong tea eased the coldness caused by the chilly morning of an expedition. You have the habit of waking up early and being productive whenever there is one, just to calm yourself down and have a good start before heading outside the walls and encountering titans. Being out there could have two outcomes only, the first, you’d come back alive, and the second, you don’t. Every second spent before every venture is special to you, for no one will ever know what could happen next.

An assuring warmth from the rays that slipped through the window pain sent solace through the dubious mind that bothered your entire system. If the sunrise is this beautiful, then should you be looking forward for the day?

“You’re early, (Y/N)!” Moblit greeted, sitting next to you, and Hanji who has a bunch of different food in their hand sat across you. The latter, your best friend and squad leader had notable dark circles under their eyes, accompanied by the messy hair. Staying up late for experiments, again, you thought.

A piece of bread has been shoved in your hand as Sasha, one of your favorite cadets passed by your table and greeted you with a wink, you smiled at her.

“You are, too.” Hanji scoffed at your reply and glared at Moblit.

“He woke me up!”

“Of course, you told me to wake you up!”

“Not this early!”

“It’s your normal wake-up time! You’re just sleep-deprived, squad leader!”

Because of the noisy quarrel in front, you wanted to walk away and just sleep for a little bit more. These two never seem to hear each other even when they are millimeters close, they always shout!

The atmosphere of the mess hall transitioned from light to heavy when the intimidating aura of the elite squad entered the room. Their mere presence is enough to justify the reasons why they belong in the so called Special Operations Squad, and the number of titans they have obliterated is mind-blowing and you can’t help but to wonder, are they really human beings?

A familiar back profile made your heart flutter, his undercut makes you weak, and the way he held the tea cup as if he’s afraid to break it into pieces.

So he’s up early, too.

“Aren’t you going to kiss your lover?” Hanji asked, making you blush furiously. That question was so sudden!

Moblit immediately interfered, “Lovers don’t kiss all the time, Hanji-san!” He said, earning an approval from you.

Little by little, your whole squad appeared and occupied the empty spaces available. Your eyes occasionally dart onto Levi, who’s quietly listening to the conversation of his own squad and speaks every now and then. You wanted to go to him and spend the rest of your morning with him before you set off outside the walls, but you don’t want to interfere with his time for his squad. You are well-aware of your boundaries. How you should keep your feelings out of missions and focus on the objective. You and him had talked about this kind of matter ever since you’ve started dating.

And how you should keep your relationship as lowkey as possible.

Gentle yet meaningful habits pacified the yearning that burned for the both of you, the littlest things that you make, the slightest details that he considers, is what kept you sane. After all, it was you whom he would come home to.

But, you would not deny how much it irks you. . . to see him too close to another woman, yet not being able to do something to ease the slight pang of jealousy and pain.

“You okay?” Nifa asked, noticing the glint of uneasiness in your eyes, but you quickly shook the feelings away.

To make it believable, you forced a smile on your lips and answered your friend, “Of course!”

You hated how his certain squad mate looked at him the way you do, too. You are too aware of the woman’s feelings towards your lover, and you can’t help but to feel upset. How her small actions that meant something else find their way towards Levi, and how he does nothing about it, how he lets it happen, as if he’s giving her a chance.

Trust is one of the core foundations of your relationship, but you weren’t doubting your boyfriend, you are just. . . jealous. The two of you talked about how you should be open and tell each other everything you feel without any kind of hesitation. It was what made you strong as a couple- the thick line of communication never grew weary.

-----

Preparations weren’t that tedious an hour before the expedition because everything is already put together, thanks to Erwin. Everyone’s already in their uniforms, ODM gears have been checked, so no one is really having a hectic time, or so you thought.

The four corners of Levi’s office sealed every kind of noise from the outside, encaging you both with silence that is sometimes interrupted by the sound of papers shuffling. The captain sat on his chair, facing his desk, while he scanned a pile of paperworks to sign to. Thanks to Erwin.

You sat on the chair in front of his desk, sighing and arranging the scattered papers neatly.

“Levi. . .” You started, trying to gain his attention but to no avail, he did not even raise his head to look at you, but he did acknowledge you.

“Hm?”

Thoughts pervaded your mind, doubts about yourself and the matter that you would bring up to your lover. For once, you became hesitant of the things that you would tell him, but the way your jealousy permeated through the deepest part of your heart offered you no chance to analyze if this was the perfect timing, or not.

“Petra Ral. . .” His eyes focused on you since the mention of his certain squad mate, making you grow slightly more jealous of the girl, “Her actions. . . her actions towards you make me uncomfortable,” You looked at him and tried to read if any kind of emotion slipped through his steel grey eyes, but you found nothing but nonchalance.

“I’m jealous, Levi. I just want to tell you that.” You admitted, looking down and pressing your nails on your fingers. Agitation rushed through every vein of yours, you were nervous and you didn’t know why. Maybe for how her would react or what he would say.

He stopped what he’s doing and sat up straight, staring directly into your anxious eyes, “What do you want me to do?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know, tell her to stop? Tell her about us? About me?” You suggested, and your heart almost stopped when you caught the slightest glint of irritation in his eyes.

“I thought we’d keep it low-profile?” He asked, looking at the papers one more time before arranging it neatly and staring at you again, “We talked about this, (Y/N).” His austere voice sent shivers to every part of your body.

“This isn’t about us,” You muttered, looking down and avoiding his cold stares, “It’s about me, my feelings, Levi.”

A scoff flee from his mouth, making you feel like what you just said was so dumb that he could not stand it.

“You’re being unreasonable,” He spat your name like it was poison out of his lips, and you stared at him in shock. For a moment, words would not come out of your mouth. For a moment, you were frozen and you couldn’t believe what you just heard. For a moment, you were hurt.

You bit your lower lip, eyes furrowed as you stared back at him with the same intensity. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought we were supposed to tell each other things.” Sarcasm coated your voice like sugar on spice.

His fingers flew on his face, massaging his forehead, as if it was too bothersome and stressful to talk with you, “Stop being childish, (Y/N).”

“Then stop being insensitive!” You spat back, raising your voice. Your heart never beat this hard because of a different reason. The way pain and disappointment embraced you right now felt so wrong.

A sigh left his lips, as he pointed towards the door of his office. And you felt yourself drop, never have you ever had an argument so bad that he would resort to kicking you out, or parting ways without talking about it.

“I can’t deal with you right now. . . just leave.”

Tears pooled in your eyes like a puddle being filled by the chilly raindrops of a hail. He made you feel so petty. Your feelings were never invalidated, and you never thought that it would be him to make you feel like this.

-----

You gripped the end of the reins tightly as you waited for the commander’s signal to advance. Hanji questioned your puffy eyes the moment they saw you earlier, and you lied by saying that you accidentally fell asleep while waiting.

What irked you the most is the noise caused by the Elite squad and how they tease their woman to the captain. You wanted to combust so bad because you had no choice but to endure hearing them. Childish? Fine.

As Erwin shouted, you wasted no time waiting and you immediately followed Moblit, with Nifa behind you and your other squad members at the back. You rode your horse like there was no tomorrow, occasionally being told to slow down to not ruin the formation.

Once the big-ass trees greeted your sight, you shifted to your ODM gear and slaughtered every titan that came across your vision. How you are extremely offensive right now surprised your squad mates, because you were never like this before. It was as if you were angry, and hell you are.

You let your body get taken away by the emotions that overwhelmed your system, that you didn’t notice how far you got and how long you were fighting. But you did not seem to care, you were going to fight until Erwin decides to retreat. The good thing is, you knew how to conserve gas, Levi taught you himself.

Like a thunderbolt, a titan rushed towards you, jumping through the branches of trees, and catching you off guard, making a sharp piece of the wood graze the side of your cheek slightly. You hissed at the sting yet resumed slaying the titan.

Time passed by and you lost count of how many titans you have killed, the second to the last blade in your hand is now starting to get weary, and you badly wanted to kill the one in front of you. You advanced in full speed and positioned your blade in a way that it’d execute the titan in one slash, but an arm stopped you before you could cut.

“Stop it.”

Your body shook, not because you were tired, nor exhaustion is starting to creep up your body. But it was because you heard your lover’s voice. And you did not know why, or for what reason could your body react like this.

“It’s time to head back.” He whispered on your ear. His voice was nothing compared to his cold ones earlier, because this one. . . it’s warmer than the sunset.

You bit your lip, letting your emotions take over you once again and yanking your arm away from him just to get back to the formation all by yourself. Your squad mates nodded at you the moment they recognized your form, and you were greeted by the sight of several bodies of people who suffered the fate of being taken too early.

The entire way back to the walls was coaxed with the heat provided with the orange sunset. Gone was the coldness that bothered everyone in the morning, it was engulfed by the warmth that reminded you of how every expedition ends like. The only warmth that reminded you of losing someone important.

-----

On an open field is where you sat, where they had experiments with the boy- the titan shifter. Of course, you knew, you were there. In front of you was the sunset that would soon say goodbye and leave its remnants of purple and deep pink. And the scent of your favorite soap sent comfort in knowing that you are already home, freshly showered, with a piece of snack in your hand.

You felt your lover’s presence slowly approaching you, his heat was greater than anything else. But visions of what happened earlier repeated in your mind, causing you to walk away from him, away from the feelings.

“(Y/N).”

One word from him, and you halted. And you hated it.

Not a minute had passed and you found Levi in front of you, his brown jacket now discarded, and what protected him from the cold solstice was a thin long-sleeves that you used to steal from him. His hand caressed the wound on your cheek, lightly letting his fingers kiss the fresh cut, but your eyes continued to avoid his.

Because of the schedule and trainings, you were deprived of the chance to spend time together. And you would not deny that you miss it. How you would sneak into his office late at night and come back to you and your roommates’ room before dawn. How you would steal food from the mess hall and share it with him. Or the late-night walks that you have done with him, pretending that no one would see. And you were sure that someone did.

You were never a secret, but you were extremely private.

“Look at me.” He said, his hands still cupping both of your cheeks. You pouted, not wanting to look at him because you knew how frail you get when it comes to him.

Your eyes met his, and it felt like you haven’t for a while.

“Look at me,” He repeated, and you stare directly into his, letting him read the emotions you have felt earlier. You looked at him as if you were complaining to him about himself and his actions earlier. “I’m sorry.”

Your lips trembled. Cheeks flushed and puffed, lips pouting, while warm tears filled your eyes once again. And Levi kissed your tears away even before they could paint your pretty face.

“Don’t cry,” He whispers, gone was the harsh tone that he used on you earlier, gone was the Levi that made you feel invalidated and puerile, “Fuck! Don’t cry. I’m sorry, baby.”

Sultry kisses on your forehead, and how his voice burned in apologies saved you from the cold breeze that wanted to touch your skin. He held you so close to him that you could feel how fast his heart beats for you, muttering how sorry he is, how he told not just Petra but his whole squad about you, how much of an asshole he was.

“D-don’t do that again. . .” You sobbed, face still buried in the warmth of his chest while your hands gripped his shirt.

“I promise.” He responds immediately, wiping the sadness and pain you have felt for hours and replacing it with the fire that dwells within him; the fire that you both made.

You were beneath the moon, and tonight, it was more beautiful. It was your witness, along with the stars that smoldered like a fiery heat. And within the coolness of  the dusk had you both realized, that the once searing sunset has kissed you both goodbye.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Poly sea three x reader - oneshot - Lonely

*as i finished this i realized this has no dialogue...which is kinda cool i’ve never written a no dialogue fic, so enjoy!* ((y/n) is Jack Sparrows kid btw if you couldn't guess from the compass on the moodboard) 

=

After Uma left, her life was harder…harder than it was before. Uma was the rock of the crew, always there, always steady, and ready to command the lot at a moment's notice. The crew saw a polished rock, hard and smooth, shining like the stars in the galaxy.

Only three people in the crew saw the rough edges. Uma only trusted three people to see behind the polished glaze, exposing the rocky terrain within her. On nights where it had just been too much stress at the chip shop, she would retreat to one of three rooms, sometimes even gathering all of them to be in her room so she could just relax with her favorite people.

Her head rested on her first mate's chest, his solid heartbeat and even breathing lulling her to sleep, her body tangled with her war chief, arms wrapped around each other like snakes and thumb gently rubbing her back. Her legs coiled around her second mate, his hands pressed against her calf and thigh, always letting her know he was there.

Uma didn’t know how much she relied on them until she couldn't get back behind the barrier, eyes wide with helplessness as she called out for them on the other side, Harry when he would nab some fish from an unsuspecting fisherman, (y/n) when they sat on the docks, carving whatever they felt like into their dagger, Gil when he was skipping rocks.

They never heard her, and she didn’t try again as she watched them walk around on the deck of her ship.

She missed them, she realized that almost as soon as she hit the water outside the barrier, stopping for a moment to look back, watching as the barrier closed and she was separated from her friends.

Sometimes, she would see things that reminded her of them, the scarlet ribbon of a disregarded dress, a sparrow flying above her, a broken arrowhead at the bottom of the sea.

Uma just wanted to be with them again, her heart ached every night she went on without the sound of Harry's heart, the feeling of (y/n)s hands gently scratching at her back, the feeling of Gil's hands gently massaging her legs. She realized she loved them, all three of them, the longer she was away from them.

She missed them all, so much.

And she hoped that they missed her too.

-

After Uma left, the isle was harder…harder than it was before. Uma was the rock of the crew, always there, always steady, and ready to command the lot of you at a moment's notice. The crew saw a polished rock, hard and smooth, shining like the stars in the galaxy.

Only three people in the crew saw the rough edges. Uma only trusted three people to see behind the polished glaze, exposing the rocky terrain within her. And she saw the inner workings of them behind closed doors, rusty cogs and scratched glass resting before her eyes.

Harry got more…twitchy, after Uma left, his usual controlled rage that used to bubble beneath his skin bursting out more often, scaring the crew sometimes, but never you and Gil. you both knew he’d never hurt either of you, he’d throw himself off the edge of the world before he even thought about doing so.

Harry was just so angry that Uma was gone, stuck on the other side of the barrier, he had no doubt she didn’t abandon any of you but that didn’t stop him from screaming and destroying the training dummies.

He shut himself away from everyone soon after the anger burned out, even Harriet hadn’t been able to convince him to unlock his door. It had taken almost a month for him to let you and Gil inside, and he looked awful, his skin was pale and his nose and cheeks were red, his eyes puffy and dull. The only reason he wasn’t skinny was thanks to you and Gil leaving trays full of food in front of his door at mealtimes, and leaving it there for him to grab it.

During those months of anger and depression, you and Gil took over the crew, you ascended into the role of captain, being the most knowledgeable about the position thanks to your lineage and Gil becoming first mate, all temporary until Harry recovered and Uma returned.

Though once Harry started to slowly return to his “normal” self, he didn’t care to try to take back his role as the first mate or become the captain as his first mate duties proclaimed, that alone told you and Gil and something was still wrong with Harry.

One night you and Gil dragged Harry into Uma’s empty quarters, and just laid in her bed in a tangle of limbs, Gil laying between Harry's legs with his head on Harry’s stomach, while Harry curled up into your chest, hands clutching onto your shirt. That night was one of the few times you saw Harry cry, choked sobs ripping from his throat as he attempted to muffle them in your neck.

You and Gil let your feelings out that night as well, assuring Harry that he wasn’t alone in missing Uma, you all did. So.damn.much.

Harry had always been in love with Uma, never afraid to show it, but that night you and Gil finally proclaimed the same after years of hiding your feelings in fear they would be used against you. And you loved each other too, it was hard to deny, not after revealing your feelings for Uma.

You all vowed that when Uma returned you would shower her in the love that you had all been deprived of for many years.

It was over a year later before you saw her again, Gil and Harry had jumped out of the barrier behind Mal and her goons plus Celia, Harry knocking the blue gem out of Mal's hand.

Your breath escaped you when a turquoise tentacle caught it, and Uma, looking more beautiful than you remembered, emerged from the water, dressed in an altered version of her turquoise cotillion dress, the sweetheart neckline showing off her glowing shell necklace.

Uma and your boys reunited, but she didn’t look at you, probably because you were back behind the tunnel and she couldn’t see you through the barrier and the darkness of the tunnel. But that was fine, you could wait just a bit longer before you looked her in the eyes again.

You would wait a thousand years for her.

But you wouldn’t have to wait that long, the next morning you awoke to the crew loudly celebrating, cheers and chaos echoing through the halls of the ship from the main deck.

You slipped out of bed, quickly changing into your gear and racing up to the main deck, unable to keep the smile of your lips as you saw Uma, who continued to glow with an echo of her magic, being lifted by the crew, all cheering and celebrating her return.

Her eyes locked onto yours, and as the crew set her down on her feet, you walked toward her, taking off your tri-corn hat and kneeling in front of her. You said her name like a prayer to the gods, a whisper on your lips. Uma shivered at the tone, feeling something wash over her at your worship.

As she looked around at the crew, Harry and Gil standing only a few inches from her, not wanting to be far from her, she realized that while Auradon had everything one could want, riches, good food, magic.

It was nothing compared to the warmth she felt surrounded by her crew and the three people she loved with all her soul.

Uma grabbed your face as you stood up, biting back a smile at your confused look, and pressed a kiss to your lips, the crew around them exploding into cheers.

Uma pulled back from you, smirking at your dazed look as she spun around and grabbed Harry's jacket, pulling him down to her height for a kiss, laughing into it as he slumped into her and groaned. She pulled away one last time and turned to Gil, grinning at his ‘excited puppy’ look, and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, smiling as he picked her up by her waist to give her better access.

The crew celebrated and cheered, Bonnie handing Desiree a wad of cash when you and Harry kissed as Gil set Uma down and pulled the four of you into a hug, Uma pressing a kiss to his cheek as he did.

All was well again.

Uma wasn’t lonely anymore.

-end-

lowkey kinda proud of this one hehe, tell me what yall thought! this was originally going to be a under the sea kinda fic but it turned into them all missing Uma and Uma missing them and then they all reunited and kiss and just asaoishdahsda i couldn't help but do the fluff at the end 

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[stalkerxyou]

♡ How BTS Would Eat You Out

a/n: a ‘head’canon — literally 😉

warnings ⚠️ graphic smut, dom/sub dynamics, femdom, voyeurism, period sex, face-riding, hair-pulling

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Jimin ⇢ Slow, tantalizing, the sloppiest among the members. Not afraid to get all dirty and extra, whatever idea is your request — Jimin will just giggle and go for it. You don’t wanna know what he’s truly capable of, do you. He got hooked the first time he made you cum like that, now he’s straight-up possessed. No going back, and he keeps on learning new things and stimulating new spots every time to create a big moan-worthy surprise.

Prettiest and immensely vocal when it’s getting so, so sweaty, on the brink of exhaustion. Most likely, Jimin’s finishing with smudged eyeliner. Does it best with music playing in the background, but that’s obvious: Oral equals dancing to him. Prone to lack of confidence while getting started, so your guidance is always in dire need. Best matched with a domme who can don a firm grip on his neck and shoulders. Face-riding all day every day.

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Originally posted by jimiyoong

Taehyung ⇢ Not the soft teddy everyone believes him to be. Singularity revealed to us that really, we were mistaken. Full of mischief, out of the seven members he is the cockiest by far when it comes to oral. Does it best underneath the table or when you order him to go for it in the car. The backseat of course, with Yoongi driving — sternly! — because nobody else is as hard-boiled and like “yeah he’s giving head that’s more normal than brushing one’s teeth”.

And Taehyung, well he just enjoys having someone listen to him going down on you. It usually means twice the praise as 1) hardly will he be unable to fully please you and 2) head-master Yoongi approves anyways, Tae is a natural. Goes berserk the second your back arches. Moans a whole lot, likes to switch locations all over the house each time. Ultimately has to be tamed and held in place by squeezing his head with your thighs, hard.

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Originally posted by attacked-by-bangtan

Jin ⇢ So suave. Tender loving, lots of food involved to play around with. Has a very sensitive tongue, so he won’t do anything too wild. The advantage being that he can have a taste and accurately guess your mood and current level of vitamin E intake or something. Those soft lips don’t help, he’s just super gentle and makes sure you rest on as many pillows as possible. Might even use loads of chapstick because JK told him that’s a good idea.

Generally speaking, Seokjin is probably the only guy on this planet who can make his partner feel like she’s in a movie. A little bathtub romance will accompany your evening, although it’s important to mention that Jin is also at his best when the sun rises. With some tea on the nightstand, it’s gotta be classy. He just never disappoints, to be exact. Easily responds to any demands or suggestions, but infuses it with plenty of personality.

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Originally posted by theseoks

Yoongi ⇢ Ace of slow tongue-fucking and sexy slurping noises. You’d think he’d be the one to do it fast because eating you out is just like doing a verse. Nuh-uh. He can bob up and down for ages and still have enough tension in his tongue to penetrate deep enough. Always makes an effort to clean up in between because so much drool is getting in his eyes, that rascal is not afraid to dive in not seeing anything. Will use his damn nose as well.

Won’t stop until his bangs are sticky against his forehead and you — satisfied twice, because once is never enough. It’s his orgasm that you get instead if you will. Yoongi won’t care what his dick tells him and what it wants. His first #1 sexual asset is his tongue and it’s married to your clit and labia. The stimulation reaches its peak when you pull his hair and twirl it at the base of his neck. The more it hurts, the better, it really pushes him to the limit.

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Originally posted by sugasuite

Hoseok ⇢ Fast and lowkey furious, a true challenge for a domme. This slippery tongue is all the rage, an engine of its own class. While Yoongi does it slow and good, Jung fucking Hoseok is all about fast and good. Can’t wait until you finished showering, even. He slips right in and who are you not to seize the opportunity. Makes up for lack of patience with lots of technique and putting on a show which can get pretty loud. It’s not giving head, it’s thrusting head, in fact.

All day if you only say the word, Hobi exceeds a vibrator with high-performance batteries. Yeah I know, I can’t stop comparing him to a freaking machine but that’s what he is. Second in sloppiness, although he will gobble it up fast. Definitely an eager swallower and dirty talker. Could aptly school any man about the faulty belief that giving your gf head is not the main event. Matches high passion type of encounters where you are sure to bring a leash.

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Originally posted by jitonic

Namjoon ⇢ Eager and obliging. Feels compelled to serve you, but needs clear instructions. Do this, do that, more to the left, lower your arm. Or maybe because he wants to serve, your wish is his exact command so he won’t do anything you dislike. It’s a promise, Joon can make you feel so good. Treats it all with utmost respect, but will loosen up once getting the hang of it. Won’t crack under pressure either, RM can be stern and quite like a workhorse to give you everything he’s got.

Although, it won’t feel like a chore because it’s all spontaneous. Doesn’t tend to be sloppy, his tongue movements are quite precise and use mostly… tip. Delicious. It’s a rapper thing, but also very Namjoon. Most likely to eat you out on your period cause since his MVs we all know he likes a little freaky shit. Believes that if he doesn’t do all the work, his duty is not fulfilled and he has to start from the beginning. Well, why not, actually.

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Originally posted by thisisjustforfunval

Jungkook ⇢ Wow. This is like a trip to the spa, and all for free. Always does it to unwind you. Like Jin, a very sensual approach is default. No stress, he reserves a silent hour for it each day if you please even if he’s sleepy. This is not Hercules Kook who thinks everything in life is a competition, nope. Oral sex is like bunnies munching on salad for him, he does it all the time, just for the sake of it, something nice to savor. Thanks to his athletic skill and stamina, virtually any bizarre position is possible, no limits here.

You wanna do it up in the air and he just lifts you with two hands? No problem noona, as you wish. He also thinks it’s healthy for some reason, don’t ask why. Rather vocal in a way that he is pretty breathy most of the time, even huffing. You have to remind him that sometimes, two workouts a day are more than enough. Hence he pauses quite often, and so pleasing you is a matter of not a dozen minutes, but way longer. In love with your taste and the adrenaline.

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[shingia]

Hii!! Can i request hcs for kuroo, sakusa, osamu and atsumu with a mma fighter s/o?🌚❤

𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒 𝐩𝐭.𝟏

ok you’re a literal life saver i was having a breakdown bc i wanted to write hcs but my inbox was emptyyyy so thank you ! <33

⤷ kuroo, sakusa, osamu, atsumu

pt.2 | pt.3

✰ 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨

• he shows you O F F 

• but he might be a bit vexed if your thighs are bigger than his

• kuroo genuinely thinks you’re the best fighter ever. he’s so fascinated whenever he watches you fight that he has persuaded himself that you could win the olympic gold medal easily

• during your matches, you can bet your ass that he’s sat in the front row. he also makes sure that everyone within a 30ft radius knows he’s your boyfriend

• and if someone has the auDACITY to walk in front of him when he’s watching you fight, oh dear god. he’ll throw the first thing he gets his hand on, even if it’s a chair (forgive him, it’s just the heat of the moment)

• and if you ever lose a fight ? he’ll curse the ref all the way back home. because “you did amazing, the match was rigged it’s fucking scandalous” (he’s a karen i’m sorry)

• also, he just had to measure against you at least once. you guys were innocently messing with each other on his couch when he told you to go all out on him. just to see what you were capable of

• and he got his ass handed to him. big time.

• lowkey turned him on

• one of his favorite things to do when you guys are on a date is to randomly point at strangers and try to guess if you could beat them in a fight

• (he might overestimate you)

• overall he has a profound respect for everything you manage to pull off during your fights, and you’re a huge source of inspiration for him, both as an athlete and as a person

✰ 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚

• will probably be like « oh, cool », acting all unbothered when you tell him. but after seeing you fight for the first time ? complete change of heart

• he’s ecstatic because he loves that you both are really involved in your sport (it reassures him because he was afraid that his passion for volleyball might not be understood by his s/o)

• he loves to workout with you and you guys would be the biggest power couple at the gym, the type of couple that everybody’s jealous of

• well, actually you’re a power couple 24/7. it’s like you command respect without even trying

• even though he has faith in your skills, he can’t help but freak out during every one of your matches. and i mean freak out

• he’s actually happy to be wearing a mask because it means nobody can see him biting his lips like a maniac whenever he fears you might take a hit

• he would love to cheer you up more from the side of the ring but he’s honestly too panicked to say anything

• as much as he’d love to, he can’t watch your trainings because he’s already too busy with volleyball BUt he always asks about it afterwards

• on the other hand, he does his absolute best to be here for your matches as often as possible

• never ever fails to tell you how proud he is after every match, won or lost

✰ 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

• probably the most interested in the sport itself?

• he’s actually so interested that he even asks you to teach him a few things

• and he’s a very good student (atsumu better start running)

• tries to cook healthy and high-protein meals for the both of you as often as he can, and he’ll gladly teach you a few recipes

• knowing that you can fight actually reassures him, especially when he knows you’re going out at night

• ok so i said before that kuroo is super mega proud when he watches your matches. samu is proud too, but his cheering is just on. another. level. 

• nothing can make him lose his focus when you’re on the ring, he’s 100% into it (one day he was so excited that he cried, but never let you know about this)

• but him being so intense during the match balances the fact that he’s an absolute softie afterwards

• he’ll pamper you like crazy for the rest of the day. massages ? a bath ? cuddles ? a nap ? ask and you shall receive

• most definitely takes pictures with you after your matches and always posts it on his story because that’s just how proud he is

✰ 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

• literal worshipper. he could spend days talking about how impressive you are when you fight

• like kuroo, atsumu has already challenged you to a fight, but he stopped it after five seconds (but if anyone asks, it was ten minutes)

• he will gladly help you train if you ask him to, and he won’t go easy on you

• remember when i said samu asked you to teach him some stuff ? yeah well atsumu straight up sends you to fight his brother for him. it might sound like he’s talking to a pokemon sometimes

• “y/n, go beat this kid up” “for the fourth time tsumu, i won’t fight your brother”

• after sakusa, he’s probably the most freaked out during your matches. sometimes he forgets that fighting is literally the essence of the sport and he’ll get mad at the ref for allowing your opponent to hit you

• also, his eyes are wide form the beginning to the end. he literally admires each and every one of your movement

• if the match ends with you winning, his cheering will be louder than anyone else’s. mostly because he’s relieved that you’re still alive (he can be kind of dramatic)

• when you cuddle after a match, he won’t shut up about the things you did in the ring

• he’s also developed an obsession for your hands ever since he saw the punches you could throw. he’ll look at them from every angle, smirk and say “damn… the things those hands can do”

[athys-obelia]

character/s: claude de alger obelia, diana of siodonna, felix robane

synopsis: it's...uhm....an empress!diana x concubine!claude crackfic 😭😭

warning/s: uhh a sprinkle of politics, the robane duchy is now siodonnan and not obelian screw canon, diana is lowkey mean to rogrog

a/n: i'm so sorry this is so bad

part one

felix's foot taps against the tiles of the empress' room impatiently. "you stayed up finalising the agreement all night, your majesty, perhaps some rest is due?"

diana spares him glance, turning sideways from her position on her bed. "what was his name again?"

  "pardon?"

  "the painter," she elaborates, pointing towards the painting on the ceiling above the bed. "i keep...i don't know, i keep finding new things the more i look at it."

  "is that so?"

the painting itself, a coronation gift from felix, depicts the goddess diana reaching out to the children of the world and vice versa. "if you look at the sky closely - remember our old siodonann classes?- 'for the people' is hidden in the stars. isn't that cool?"

the knight squints at the painting. "oh, i see it! i wonder why it's in old siodonann, though?"

  "i would guess it's because the imperial family wasn't worshipped in the old days," diana explains, "for example - right now, in some parts of the empire, my late father - bless him - and i may actually have shrines because people believe the imperial family's descent is from the gods. when the kingdom was just formed, though, kings and queens weren't allowed to ride alone in carriages as they greeted their subjects- they needed to have a slave with them at all times, who kept on repeating 'you are human' to them. 'you are human', 'we are all the same in the eyes of the true gods."

the sound of the army of maids behind the door is enough to pull felix out of his trance. "er...horatius calvus, your majesty."

  "hm?"

  "the artist, that's his name."

  "ah." diana turns to the painting once more, eyes staring at the goddess' hair that melted into the night sky. "would you be able to get in contact with him? i'd like to commission a piece."

felix bows gracefully. "as your majesty commands. oh, and - for the obelian delegates' farewell celebration tonight...has your majesty decided on an escort?"

she groans, falling back on the bed. "i've had so much free time lately, the harem is all i think about!"

  "very funny, ma'am. then...shall i prepare the usual?"

diana shakes her head. "i'll visit viscaria palace later and see for myself. the obelians brought some concubines with them as presents, it's be nice to weed through the bunch."

felix's eyes nearly pop out. "you're visiting the harem?! your majesty! did you find someone you like??"

she chucks a pillow at him before he can continue. "you weren't loud enough just now, fe, i don't think all of siodonna heard you."

  "...apologies, ma'am."

three years ago, when she had only just come into power, diana remembers being afraid of the large, gold doors between her and the council room. she remembers pausing before entering, regaining her breath, preparing her mind. projecting an image.

if there is one thing she has learnt, though, it's that only fools can be afraid of their own property. their assets. the larger-than-life doors swing at her command, allow or deny entrance with solely her permission. confidence comes easy when you act like you own the place - nevermind the fact that she did own most places.

but i have no reason to be afraid.

the obelian delegates stand at her arrival and bow like good little lords should before an empress. one of the more prominent ones stands to address her as soon as the meeting commences.

  "blessings and glory upon the sun of the great siodonnan empire," he says.

diana raises an amused eyebrow. this game, hm? "is that an obelian greeting, duke? how interesting. here, one would usually wish 'a long life to the protector of the siodonnan people'. that's all i am, after all - how could i be the sun?"

duke alpheus sputters. "er...i failed to acquaint myself with siodonnan culture appropriately, my apologies, your majesty. i shall do better next time."

how arrogant. still, she smiles, "i must confess, duke alpheus - i am slightly susceptible to praise, so i'll let you off this time."

  "thank you, ma'am."

  "although making the assumption that there will be a next time at all was quite courageous of you." diana signals the guards, who open the door to let the final participant of the meeting inside. "however -courage and bravery are traits best suited for kings and queens, duke. not lords."

the obelian delegates pale as they watch their - former - emperor, wrists bound, enter the hall with an entourage of knights.

diana glances at the newcomer. "although i suppose even for an emperor, too much of a bravado may cost a war."

anastacius de alger obelia glowers at her.

she frowns at the knights. "how come such a precious friend of mine is tied up like this? is this how we siodonnans treat our guests?"

felix bows deeply. "i apologise, ma'am - he was resisting far too much."

  "whatever the case. get a seat set up right here, beside me - after all," diana smiles at the fuming obelian, "we were dining together just a few months ago, weren't we?"

  "three months ago, to be precise," anastacius spits out, "after which you decided to switch tides and invade us like a coward."

she watches one of the knights set down a fancy chair to the left of hers, reaching out to untie the bindings on anastacius' wrist. diana frowns suddenly, waving over felix, "ah, is this the leash my brother used when he tamed his dragon?"

the former emperor flinches, staring down at it. "someone here tamed a dragon?" a light pink dusts his cheeks - did he really touch the actual leash of a dragon?

felix shakes his head with a small smirk. "this is the leash her majesty the late dowager empress used, ma'am. for her dog."

  "-ah, right, i remember now! all the ones marked with this little purple line are used for tying down senseless animals, aren't they?"

  "yes, your majesty." felix returns to his spot behind her, clear amusement swimming in his grey eyes as he watches the obelians try and maintain their composure.

diana gently lets the leash loose, a hand on the stunned anastacius' shoulder to lightly push him into the seat. "you aren't wrong - i did betray your hospitality, didn't i?"

roger alpheus winces at the sudden authority in her tone as the knights pass out a document to each of the obelian lords.

  "obelia's greeting and offer for peace was kind to me, so i must return this generosity. your country is now part of the siodonnan empire, so we should be parting on a good note. will a little present suffice?"

a brunette diana remembers to be a count speaks up, "...a gift, your majesty?"

felix moves closer to the table, watching the detailed map of siodonna carved into its centre. as he raises his hand, almost as if it were a chess piece, a small island moves to the left. its color flickers between a siodonnan purple and the obelian teal.

diana sighs. "i was planning on the island of delphine, since it not only contains a relatively large gold mine, but also much tourist attraction."

oh, she can see the stars in alpheus' eyes already. "thank you, your ma-"

  "but." he shrivels under her piercing gaze, "but, obelia doesn't need gold, does it? what you need is better foreign relations. and what better way to form an alliance..."

she eyes the map, and with a flick of felix's wrist, a small stretch of land connecting two continents switches from its original purple to a hue of blue.

diana looks up now, meeting even anastacius' shocked eyes. he eyes her suspiciously, "do you really-?"

she nods. "...consider it a gift from your sovereign. it is enough, yes?"

  "i- uh," duke alpheus blinks twice, "the isthmus of erven is...an adequate present, yes, your majesty. the people of obelia shall thrive due to your generosity."

  "it is not generosity, duke. your people are my subjects now. however, i hope you realise the isthmus isn't obelian property for obvious reasons. there is no trust between us. despite this, what i will allow is some access." diana stands, watching the foreign nobles mirror the action. "the terms and conditions of our relationship from this point onwards are in the papers before you and are, obviously, subject to change. feel free to approach me with concerns, should you have any."

  "you were firmer than i'd expected with the obelians, your majesty," felix comments.

diana recoils as his eyes light up at the sight of viscaria palace. "remember when i visited obelia for anastacius' coronation? i was only seventeen, but two years into my studies as heir - and they were all over duke renauld's son! poor cousin ronnie couldn't stop apologising."

felix snorts. "the renaulds wouldn't have dared challenge your majesty's claim, not while the late empress dowager was behind you."

  "ha! that's right, everyone was scared of mama." she grins fondly, "papa most of all."

the knight nods, murmuring a prayer.

  "i want them gone as soon as possible," diana admits, "but there's much to settle before that. i need to fix up anastacius before we can let him back, the second prince is still...what was his name, again?"

  "claude de alger obelia, ma'am."

she winces. "yes, he's an impo-"

a commotion sounds from within viscaria. felix raises an eyebrow at the shouts echoing from the beautiful building, a hand already atop his sheathed sword. "ma'am, stay back, i'll have a look- your majesty! where are you going-?!"

navigating through the decorated halls, diana halts before the entrance of the garden. the argument is between two men she doesn't recognise, as the older concubines gather to the side, amusing twinkling in their eyes.

  "attention!" felix roars, "her imperial majesty, empress diana celeste!"

the two freeze in fear.

  "disrupting my peace. how dare you?" diana demands.

one of them, dressed too finely for someone she hadn't even seen yet, steps forward. "your majesty, my name is xerre, i was only-"

she raises a hand, effectively shutting him up. tone softening, diana turns to the group crowding around the desert table. "lex?"

the group shuffles to let a young, silver haired young man forward. lex bows gracefully, laugh lines around his eyes crinkling. "yes, my lady?"

  "do you know what happened here?"

lex nods. "the monthly salary was being distributed, your majesty, and xerre - being a present from the kingdom of masur - had some trouble believing his amount was the same as a former obelian slave's. verhan stepped in to argue that your majesty was the one to decide this, and they began fighting."

  "shall i prepare for his voyage back to masur, majesty?" felix asks, as the rest of the concubines roll their eyes at his antics.

diana studies the masurian concubine, beckoning him closer. "it is common knowledge i do not generally accept gifted concubines from territories out of my own."

she watches his adam's apple rise and fall, tracing a nail over the well defined jawline. xerre shivers.

  "however, your king is new to his throne, and his queen one of my dearest friends. do you realise how our alliance will look were i to send you back?"

he nods cautiously.

  "i do not wish to withdraw support from someone i consider a brother, xerre. especially when he is engaged in armed conflict on two fronts."

  "i- i am prepared for any punishment your majesty deems appropriate."

diana sighs softly. "i would send you to work for me in the capitol, but the rules state every concubine entering must reside here for a certain amount of time. until then, bear with it. this palace, and a life of luxury, is only meant for my favorites. clear?"

  "yes, your majesty."

  "my apologies, ma'am," felix says once the crowd disperses, his head hanging. "i should've prepared for your arrival with more care."

she waves off the apology, heading to the guest hall to take a look at the new obelian  concubines.

  "vera leaves for her son's wedding for a week and we've already had an incident. honestly, felix."

  "...who's vera?"

diana pauses at the unfamiliar voice. her gaze falls on the figure sitting on the window seat, entirely immersed in the book in his hands. she blinks, stunned, watching the colourful window's filtered light paint the brilliant blonde of his hair.

felix is the first to address him, scoffing, "i believe your majesty's beauty has enchanted one of the gods - who else would dare address the empress of our nation so casually?"

diana chuckles, watching as the man stands, intrigued. she stays silent, breath hitched, as he towers over her, studying her with a curiosity that rivals hers from a moment ago. and only when he finally lowers himself to a knee does his hair part, and diana flushes at the red tinting his ears.

  "greetings to her imperial majesty, may the gods grant the protector of the siodonnan people a life long and blessed."

she offers him her hand. "rise. and tell me your name."

a beat of silence passes as he stares at her outstretched hand before hesitantly accepting. "claude, your majesty."

  "claude," diana tries, finding it rolls of her tongue deliciously.

he raises an eyebrow as she regards him. "your majesty...?"

diana smiles, her hand moving to touch the various jewellery adorning his fingers. gently, she slides off the gold ring off of his ring finger. "you must have a good reason to be donning an unauthorized magical item in my palace."

he doesn't answer, head lowered.

her hand lets go of his, raising to grip the blonde's jaw. diana tilts up his face, meeting his gaze. the dull grey eyes from before have vanished, replaced by glittering blues.

she inhales sharply. "you're...the obelian pr...the second prince of obelia."

he nods.

diana turns, more puzzled than angry. "why is he in my harem?"

  "... didn't your majesty wish for it?" felix tilts his head in confusion.

  "what? no?"

the knight frowns. "but i was so sure...your majesty said you didn't have an heir because you wanted a concubine as beautiful as me...when we took over the imperial palace, as the army swore their allegiance...your majesty said the prince was the prettiest you’ve ever seen?"

  "i- felix, i was kidding!"

  "...oh."

she turns to the prince then, "and you! you're a prince! how come you just went along with this??"

  "well...it was the most peaceful part of the palace..."

diana gapes at the two men, before finally sighing in defeat. "you're telling me i was scouring the lands for you, while you were right...?" she raises a hand to massage her temple, "...gods grant me patience."

felix cautiously steps forward, "your majesty...i understand this is shocking, but... tonight's escort..."

she glances up at the obelian prince. "allow them all to retire. i've found the perfect escort."

a/n: hmmm this was a bit empty claudiana wise, wasn't it? their development is coming though, i had to give empress!diana an intro :) also !! the situation may seem a bit confusing rn, but next chapter will clear things up! or you can just ask me for clarification <3

💕 felix is dying to find a concubine diana likes bc he really really really wants to be an uncle

💕 in siodonna, emperors/empresses are referred to by their first(diana) + middle name(celeste) and not a last name bc they technically can't belong to a house, they belong to the empire. but the middle name is important bc you have to ask for it (from someone you love and respect usually), you're never just born with one (so you could ask a parent / friend / mentor yada yada and they give you a name they believe fits best)

[mish-tique]

Could you do protective Alpha Lewis with Omega Max ✨

hi anon! sorry it took a while but here we gooo. big shout out to @transparentpot for making the cutest 4433 fanart and lowkey keep me motivated to write this.

Hit "keep reading" or read this on my ao3. And don't be afraid to sent in your own requests in my asks! info is available here.

As they got older, things changed. Of course they did. Racing tracks got changed, teams disappeared while new ones appeared and drivers seemed to keep changing. But nothing changed as much as their pack did.

It had always been dynamic but for some reason, Lewis realized this morning just how much it had changed. To the point where Max was one of the oldest and that almost felt wrong to Lewis. Because in his memories Max was still the youngest driver to enter the grid and technically he was, due to the FIA changing rules about the super license, but they weren't the youngest anymore. Not even close.

Lewis really didn't understand why it hit him now, with Max to him in the nest the omega had made for them the day before. He didn't know yet if it were just Max' hormones acting up or if his heat was coming close but he couldn't complain. Because after years of practice making nests - regular ones, heat ones, those for the whole pack and those emergency ones when someone was incredibly sad, Lewis had seen them all. He never complained, they were great and Max' smell was so good it relaxed him in no time.

But as he kept thinking, he began to observe his omega. But not just his omega - Max, winner of the world driver champion ship, the cutest, sometimes the harshest yet also his sweetest boyfriend. Though he had started thinking about finally proposing with that ring because really, they weren't getting younger. But those sweet, happy thoughts were pushed aside when he looked closer and saw how exhausted Max looked.

He hadn't been taking care of Max properly.

Because Max wasn't just Max, he was one of the best racing drivers - though not at the top anymore. At one point Max and Lewis himself too got replaced by younger blood, newer talent and they both decided on a more midfield team. It had been strange at the beginning, somewhat insulting sometimes, but somehow it just meant fun for them now. But that aside.

Next to being a racer Max was an omega, and not just an omega. He was one of the eldest omega's and mated to Lewis, meaning he became the pack omega. It came respect and love as much as it came with pressure. Because it meant they went to Max for their daily dose of smiles and hugs, but for comfort too when needed, sought advice when no one else felt smart enough or when they simply needed a listening ear. All of those things, so many pack members and most of them went to Max for all of it.

Lewis knew it wasn't easy but as he looked at the eyebags Max was sporting, it seemed like he hadn't been stepping up enough as pack alpha. Omega's were usually seen as comforting but surely he could do something too.

And while he noticed that his scent had soured in worry, he couldn't help but be filled with warmth too. Because he was so, so increbly proud of his omega. So proud of his boyfriend, his love, his mate.

But Max' spare time was scarce and almost all went into the pack. Lewis started wondering how he could help and couldn't help his own scent from souring. Because as he overthought everything he dismissed too easily before, Lewis noticed that only two race weekends had passed and that this season would be the hardest one ever, pack-wise.

While certain guys like Charles, Carlos, Lando and George had stayed, they had gotten a whole load of fresh names too.

Fresh names that seemed to either be unable to control their nature for whatever fucking reason or ones that were somehow just always stuck in drama. That only Max could fix, who knows why.

Hell, last week Lewis had even walked into the scene of one of the newbie alpha's yelling at Max. Where they got the guts, no idea, but they seemed to have gotten manner lessons from guys like Mazepin, from back in their days. It had taken 5 seconds for Lewis to snap out of it and pull rank on the idiot, commanding them to submit and learn his fucking place because Lewis would turn around in his fucking grave before one would dare to show such attitude to Max Verstappen.

Honestly, the disrespect.

Lewis' scent must have soured too much because he suddenly noticed Max waking up, the omega's scent smelling worried. But Lewis managed to ease it quite quickly with a smile.

"Slept well?"

Max did one of his cutest wake-up rituals and Lewis had to stop himself from smothering him with kisses. Well, fuck it. Lewis didn't have to stop himself from anything so he just did so - kissed him breathless. His omega mewled and damn it now was not the time to get horny.

"I did, what time is it?" Max asked.

Looking at the clock Lewis got surprised because they rarely slept in nowadays, but here they were. "Almost eleven," he replied and he almost wished he didn't because the omega was out of the nest within seconds, smelling even more worried.

"Fuck, Christian needed help with his press scandal and Louis-"

Lewis stopped him right there with a look. "What?" Max was obviously confused and worried, his smell souring and damn this was not wat Lewis wanted.

"No, no you did nothing wrong don't worry," he soothed the omega, pulling the younger one in his arms. While they had gotten years of practice now, Max was still insecure about his role as omega, especially as pack alpha. "In fact, you have been amazing, working so hard," he praised, happy at how Max preened at that, "But I want you to take care of yourself too. It has only been a month and I feel like if we keep this up you're gonna neglect yourself the whole season."

Max seemed to understand it, though reluctant. "But if I don't do it, who will?"

"I will," he reassured. Which apparently didn't appease his omega, who gave him an unimpressed look. "What? I'm the pack alpha, have some trust in me."

He was a bit offended but the chuckle Max let out soon pushed that away. "I know," Max said while getting closer, into the nest again, "It's just that I don't see you handle omega drama yet. Really, how jealous can they be, I swear I should be paid for relationship counseling."

Lewis laughed at that, resting his chin on Max' head, rumbling at how his omega pleased him, even by just sitting next to him. "You're the pack omega but most definitely not the only one. Charles knew how to keep Lando in line, he should be able to keep these guys in line too. And Lando was the devil himself at that age - you know what they say, takes one to know one. I'll have a talk with them, they'll understand. Sleep some more and maybe then come to the pack room to have some fun? No counseling, no drama, just snuggles."

Max seemed to actually glow at that.

So that was what Lewis did - he called a meeting. He might've neglected his duties a bit too much so he just called everyone. Young alpha's got reminded of the rules, even if they were silent ones. Omega's got told that they could go to him too for help or one of the other older omega's like Lando and Charles. Said omega's got asked to stay longer and were understanding when he explained the situation.

It was around 4 o'clock and while Lewis had no idea what the omega had done all the time, he seemed rested and smelled very happy. So Lewis scented him, updated him on the situation and if he found his omega in a pack nest within the next five minutes, he kept that information to himself.

[moonchildsaurora]

The Racer who chased supernovas

»»—— Crew Member #7 of Space Pirates ATEEZ ——««

all aboard The Perihelion, welcome to the co-pilot’s log system! here you’ll be able to access the crew’s profiles should you wish to read about their journeys: (no nsfw content)

[CAPTAIN] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

“your wings have always existed, all you have to do is fly and fly high for the winds will be at your command”  

the other individual that you could pick out from a crowd, especially by his high-pitched laughter

full of charisma and a youthful soul, he attracts all kinds of attention and has trouble reigning in his recklessness at times

Wooyoung is an Alxil-Rolgrie mix who survived on his own in the lower district of Liyutania, the other member of The Perihelion who didn’t really know the meaning of family until his path crossed with the others

[database file: Rolgries are very much human-like beings, only distinguishing features are their strikingly light-coloured hair (that comes in shades of ivory, lilac, silver and/or coral), heterochromatic eyes and slightly translucent pale skin. This is due to their inherent ability to camouflage with their surroundings, like a chameleon, if they so wish to. Alxils are a nomadic sub-group of Dark Elves, preferring to keep to themselves. Having darker hair along with a more ash-grey skin, glowing red eyes and defined elongated ears]

Wooyoung seemingly took on more of his Rolgrie heritage in terms of physical appearance & ability. His hair is of a lilac-coral mix (that resembles the hues of sunset as Yeosang once said), an indigo-coloured left eye & violet-coloured right eye, slight translucent ash skin and the Alxil elongated ears

his camouflaging ability came to him since his youngling years though he didn’t really master it until his adolescence. Used to need all the concentration he could muster just to hold a full blend or to make sure it was the correct blend in the first place but now he could hide his entire self easily with his eyes closed

this has proven to be extremely beneficial for him to make his way around town undetected and a free-‘get-me-out-of-this-mess’-pass

though Yeosang made him pinky promise not to use that during their childhood games of hide-and-seek because he knows Woo would cheat to win

“I would never!”

“…you literally have been standing there all this time and I’ve just walked past you at least 10 rounds making me look like an idiot”

“gotta admit that was pretty fun-OW OK OK!!”

the lower district community did look out for Wooyoung, knowing that the cheeky kid meant well and he was just trying to get through each day at a time

sometimes one of the more empathetic merchants would allow Wooyoung to sleep on a spare rug under their tents, other times young Wooyoung would be lucky enough to find unoccupied shelter on his own to stay the night. Elderly food vendors would drop off extra scraps to make sure he wasn’t going to bed on an empty stomach at least

has had a few rough run-ins with the Uppers that caused him to be defensive by instinct and personally biased towards their aloof, ignorant nature although his view significantly changed after meeting Yeosang

initially he thought the young half-Suva was an oddball because why would an Upper remotely be interested in knowing his name, least of all saving him from face-planting on the ground too?

the warmth he felt on that day was by far something foreign for him to feel especially after how Yeosang complimented his appearance and shared his oshiadilla bun. With the meekest “thank you” Wooyoung marked that day as friendship achievement unlocked

when Yeosang spontaneously invited him over for dinner Wooyoung spent majority of his time just gawking and taking in the sight of the Kangs’ residence, too afraid to touch anything in case he’d accidentally broke it, “is that really a golden fountain in the middle of your courtyard?!”

young Wooyoung got terribly confused as to why there were so many forks, spoons and knives for one person to use at the dining table too

he became a constant around the residence so much so that the Kangs adopted him and it took him a good whole month just to process the fact that he was now a part of a family, he belonged somewhere – Wooyoung would never trade anything in the galaxy for this

the first time Yeosang ever saw Wooyoung cry was when his parents surprised them with their new school uniforms and supplies. His mother helped fitted their uniforms, embracing both her sons closely afterwards and all Wooyoung could think in that moment was damn did it feel good to have a mother’s embrace

it also felt really good to receive Yeosang hugs too, not really knowing just how touch starved he was

academic studies wasn’t really his thing but he did try his best, being street smart was more up his alley, “no matter! Education is important and everyone should have an opportunity for it, so long as you come home knowing something you didn’t know the day before,” were the encouraging words his adoptive parents would give

he holds high respect for Yeosang’s intellect and wouldn’t shy from proclaiming loudly & proudly, “THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND AND OLDER BROTHER!” whenever Yeosang did his thing in the classroom even though he’d earn a forehead flick from a flustered Yeo most of the time afterwards

Yeosang may not be as openly affectionate as Wooyoung is nor show that he actually cares in an obvious manner, but he did make it crystal clear just how important Wooyoung is to him after punching a classmate who had nothing better to do than rudely reiterate the differences between Wooyoung’s ‘kind’ and the rest of them

from that day on Wooyoung swore to have Yeosang’s back, just as much as he had his. He almost cried out of fright that Yeosang had put himself and his reputation on the line to protect him. Ended up crying in bed at the overwhelming gratitude that he felt from receiving the amount of love that he himself still wasn’t sure if he deserved

“don’t you dare think otherwise, and besides the only one who’s allowed to roast you as per sibling’s obligations is me”

before Wooyoung joined The Perihelion as Hongjoong’s fighter/main gunner, he was the up and coming Drifters Arena’s rookie champion in podracing

as a youngling he’s snuck into the Arena a couple of times to watch the races and it wasn’t till years later, for a birthday treat did he return to the Arena (this time purchasing a ticket properly, courtesy of his family). Wooyoung not only found his passion in flying but seem to have a natural flow for it too

he learnt the basics and started practising with the other rookies by having casual races. Effectively catching the attention of a previous retired champion, Redline, who saw potential in Wooyoung albeit his messy improvised manoeuvres and technique solely based on instinct when in race mode

Wooyoung had to get Yeosang to slap him just so he could tell that he wasn’t dreaming when Redline asked if he’d be interested to train under his guidance

“IS THIS THE REAL LIFE OR IS THIS JUST FANTASY?”

“stop being such a drama queen! He’s right there you know?”

more yelling ensued when Redline set Wooyoung up with his very own podracer, a second-hand from the mechanics but reliable enough to still function decently. Over time with his winnings Wooyoung was able to spend it on extra parts and resources to spruce up his beloved baby; Aurora (yes he was very proud of the name he came up with for his podracer)

‘Little Speedstar’ was the nickname that Redline gave him but Wooyoung wouldn’t have it because, “I’M NOT THAT LITTLE”

“no you’re just vertically challenged that or gravity is just against you” Yeosang would snicker in lowkey

to say that it’s stressful watching a podrace would be an understatement according to Yeosang (anything goes in a podrace and racers aren’t conservatives when it comes to playing dirty at times), but it gave him nothing short of pride and joy watching Wooyoung effortlessly dance through the skies and be the first racer to cross the finish line

Wooyoung loved and appreciated seeing Yeosang amongst the crowd, it was a grounding factor for him before every race. What wasn’t a normal occurrence for him though was seeing his best friend being manhandled by an odd bunch of strangers

with post-race adrenaline kicking in and the need to protect strong he didn’t think twice about yelling at the group and power stomping towards them, not stopping even when he thought, “well damn, hello gorgeous” as San stepped defensively in front of Mingi to shield Wooyoung’s attempted swipe at him to get Yeosang back

fortunately over time more trust was established and their bonds were less of a rocky road, if anything Mingi empathised the most with Wooyoung for having similar backgrounds and lack of family in their early years of their lives

the other combo package deal that Hongjoong got with Wooyoung and Yeosang officially joining the crew

Wooyoung adapted fairly well to his new nomadic lifestyle and just when he thought his world couldn’t have grown any bigger, it did; now his family extending to that of the crew (he still dislikes being sent to Hongjoong’s room and will always complain to Seonghwa because, “I’m your favourite son right?”)  

San became his go-to whenever he needed to fill his daily quota of affection  

the party don’t start till him and Mingi walks in, drinking buddies along with Jongho (Wooyoung has a very soft spot for the youngest) & Yunho. Is openly smug about the fact that he’s got one of the best alcohol tolerance on board

when Jongho installed blasters onto Aurora, Wooyoung had dubbed it the glo-up of the century. Not only could he fly to scout/retrieve/act as a distraction but he could f i g h t now – he could make things explode (chaos levels have increased)

accidentally became the other half of the reason as to why Hongjoong banned any sexytimes on the ship and a sensitive content blocker feature was added in the Yunhogizers after Wooyoung sent a spicy photo to the group chat instead of his private fling

“Mother did NOT raise you this way”

major pouting over having bro privileges revoked but he’s been cooped up making a dozen new starcatchers for Yeosang and also has hijacked Seonghwa’s kitchen to surprise cook dinner for the crew as an apology literally wrestled a Grandu [database file: equivalent to a giant crab, a food delicacy] into the pot to boil and learnt that cutting onions truly is the demise of every being

all in all never forget (1) Wooyoung loves his family, very much (2) anyone who messes with them is sure to become target practice for him                                         

(moodboard made with love, by @s1ardusk​ ♡)

[hey-hamlet]

BNHA AU Ideas : Songbird

Also on AO3!

TL;DR: 

Izuku has a powerful quirk: he can give powers to the people around him based on the different songs he sings. Unfortunately, everyone else really wants that quirk and are willing to kidnap him to get it. 

Songbird is an au where Izuku has a quirk that gives a powerup/debuff to anyone that hears what he's singing! The effect depends on the song, or rather, what the song means to him.

He's been kidnapped a lot.

It came in when Izuku was like, 4? The normal time for a quirk to come in. Bakugo thought it was pretty cool, if not as cool as his.

Izuku's favourite powerup at the time was the Mario theme because it gives everyone a jump boost. So we have this little kid enthusiastically shouting the Mario theme as a small pile of kids jump around like maniacs.

Very stressful for all parents involved.

Anyway, the way his quirk works:

With some serious concentration, he can stop it working on specific people around him, but it always affects himself. Trying to limit it's spread for too long will make him pass out.

The shorter the song naturally is, the stronger the effect. His quirk works through speaker and coms but not through pre-recorded audio.

The effects can be really specific and strange, for example, 'Stronger Than You' gives a powerup to two people fighting together that care for each other. 'Radioactive', well, it literally irradiates the people around him and himself. 100% not a song he's allowed to sing.

Each song only works once per day, for the duration of the song. If accidentally, or intentionally, sings the song in a way that stops it from ending, the effect will slowly fade out.

the more a particular song has been used on you / the better you know the song, the better it works on you and the easier it is to control

Anyway, villains quickly get word of this kid running around with a powerful and versatile support quirk. Support quirks aren't super common, and one that works in so many different ways is super valuable. So, they start kidnapping the poor guy.

Obviously getting kidnapped is pretty traumatising for Izuku. It's not super great for Bakugo either, who watched his friend get stuffed into the back of a van by a small pile of villains. He gets saved by All Might. The two kids still have nightmares.

Eventually, he gets kidnapped so many random times each individual attempt is nothing to write home about. He and Bakugo become kind of blasé about the whole thing.

"Midoriya, why didn't you do your homework?"

"He got kidnapped, teach."

Izuku, bleeding sluggishly from a headwound. "Yeah, got kidnapped."

He and Bakugo are going to be heroes. They kind of end up the top dogs of the school, Izuku without meaning it, Bakugo 100% intending for that to happen. They train more than is probably healthy, because at this point it's not just good practise, it's in their best interest in an attempt to ward off more kidnappings.

Izuku has met All Might a depressing number of times, almost always getting saved from the kidnapping of the week. Bakugo is the only person Izuku lets see how all of these kidnappings are effecting him, everyone else just views it as kind of funny that this kid is so chill with getting taken so often.

He's really not, but heroes smile when they're scared, right?

Even if other villains fail, his quirk is just so useful its worth it to give it a go. He can turn a ragtag team of unfit losers into a force to rival pros with the right song choice. Plus, his involvement in all the kidnappings is suppressed for his own safety, so he's never on the news.

Oh yeah, the plan B for the USJ was take Izuku and run.

Aizawa knows about the kid that gets constantly kidnapped, but he doesn't know who it is. At the USJ, Shigiraki creepily calls out 'Hey Songbird!' and he has around 8 'oh shit' moments all at once. Izuku just wants to cry out of frustration.

The only reasons All for One hasn't stolen Izuku's quirk at this point is that All Might constantly rescuing the poor kid is both good entertainment and a good way to get him in one spot. Also he just finds this whole mess kind of funny.

His quirk only works when he's singing, but there is nothing stopping him from singing the tune to classical music! His quirk tends to work better with an instrumental or other people singing along. General power-ups are too risky to use with villains nearby, so it's mostly for disaster work.

None of his songs work on Nomu or people who can't hear (either by blocking their ears or being deaf)

Songbird Izuku kinda gives off a nice but chill air, a lot of people are afraid to talk to him because he's typically pretty popular. Inside he's just as, if not more, anxious than canon Izuku, he's just gotten pretty good at hiding it.

Regarding OFA, All Might considers giving it to him, but doesn't, mostly because he realised Izuku can't say no. It's not fair of him to ask something so big of someone who, because of the position he's been placed in, can't turn you down. He is pretty close with the Midoriya family though and comes over for dinner a lot.

The UA entrance exam is wild. Izuku kicks butt in the written, goes to thank Uraraka for helping him before but Iida stops him. Izukus externally like "Dude, you don't know me. Please calm down." internally he's like "I'M SORRY PLEASE DONT EVEN LOOK AT ME OR ILL DIE".

The announcement rings. He takes a deep breath and starts to sing, taking off after the other students.

First song up is 'Victorious'. It's both a confidence booster and a mild strength boost. He really just needs the confidence at this point. (In the distance, a purple-haired boy who was worried about the exam gets a pep in his step. He tries a little harder.)

Next up is 'Whatever it Takes', a strength and speed up based off the amount of adrenalin currently in your system. Izuku, who is constantly stressed, gets a big boost from this song. He ends up with around 28 villain points by the song, but punching robots with bare skin isn't good for your knuckles.

The 0 pointer appears and he's ready to just leave it behind until he sees the person trapped in its path. No matter how scared he is, no matter how badly he wants to go to UA, he can't leave her there.

He grits his teeth, and starts 'Get Back Up Again'. His quirk is honestly starting to run low, it's not meant to be used back to back to back like this. Still, 'Get Back Up Again' does it's job, temporarily powering up the quirks of those who can hear it. While he just wants it for Uraraka, so she can lift the rock off her legs, it works on him too.

The effects of the songs linger after they complete.

He helps Uraraka free herself from the rock and starts 'What's Up Danger'. Normally its not the strongest, but with the power up, the effects are impressive. The song itself grants luck and skill in equal measure. Normally it's hard to notice, but here it allows him to throw himself up the zero pointer until he reaches the fuse box, pulls out all of the important wires without getting zapped to high heaven, and somehow have stopped the robot in its tracks.

Unfortunately, songs end. His luck doesn't last long enough to give him a safe landing.

But Uraraka was watching him, and she can, stopping him just before he hits the ground. The buzzer goes off a second later and they collapse together, laughing hysterically and trying not to throw up everywhere. Everyone in the area looks a little shell shocked at what they just saw.

All Might looks on from with the other teachers and cheers for the boy he's seen grow from a scared kid to a determined young man. Aizawa is 100% confused and annoyed at this blatant favouritism.

He could write songs, but the catch is his quirk works with the emotions he has towards the song and his automatic reaction to it. There is a big chance that if he wrote them himself, each song would have the same effect as the other.

Please consider though, a classmate like Jirou writing him a song. That song would probably give a strong healing effect / widespread warm and fuzzy feelings.

A few fun ones:

Duel commandments from Hamilton should let you shoot air bullets

This is Halloween: i lowkey want it to be that people transform into their costumes, or something simple like it makes people glow like jack o lanterns

The Cha Cha Slide: its something he only does for fun, because it also forces him (and everyone else in the area) to do the cha cha slide

Thunder by imagine dragons electrifies everyone who hears it, so please consider a small swarm of zappy children

Upgrade from BMC gives your quirk an ‘upgrade’ or mutation. 

Hey Little Songbird from Hadestown causes earth to creep up the legs of anyone who hears it. It can’t be shaken off.

Deviltown by cavetown causes the temperature around to drop dramatically. Again, if you can’t hear the song, the temperature feels normal for you.

[cornfedcryptid-archive]

Three OTP Questions: Ita and Cullen

@serial-chillr tagged me idk how many days ago(as you can see, me getting to tags days later is a common theme with me...there’s no fixing it at this point. I am stuck in my ways lol) and I saw it as the perfect opportunity to write about my newest diabeetus fluff pair Ita Tethras and Cullen.

I really had to amp up the fluff after reading @elveny‘s work, so I could regain some semblance of emotions....still not able to feel proper emotions bean. Thanks for that! lol

I saw other people filling the questions out in different ways, and it’s when I saw @pikapeppa‘s interview with Fenris and Rynne (lowkey love them so much btw) that I wanted to copy how she formatted her answers.

Anyways! I’m going to pass the tag on to @ranawaytothedas, @elveny, @rivainisomniari, @lyrium-lavellan, @faerieavalon, @solas-disapproves, @soulconsumingginge, @dharma-writes, @perhapsrampancy, @roseategales, @in-arlathan, @icanscribblestuff, @jacklyn-flynn, @kita-lavellan, and @schoute. I think that’s everyone? Sorry if I forgot you! Just consider yourself tagged and just berate me for forgetting lol

Also my first time really writing Cullen...so hopefully I got his voice down somewhat decently lmao

[Interviewer is escorted into a spacious cottage by the former Commander of the Inquisition troops. They sit down in the chair opposite of the couch, where Cullen joins the former Inquisitor. He rubs his hand across the small baby bump and kisses her temple before draping his arm behind her.]

Ita: Welcome to our home. It’s still a bit of a mess from the move. But what is this interview for again? [looks up at Cullen] Cullen [sour look on his face as he pulls her closer]: I believe Varric mentioned something about the nobility wanting to know about our ‘star-crossed’ romance or some such nonsense. Ita [disgusted noise]: Fucking nobles. Cullen [chuckles]: Agreed.

1. How did they first meet? Ita [barely containing laughter behind her remaining hand] Cullen [shakes his head and chuckles]: Maker’s Breath, love. Do you ever not find this amusing? Ita: Nope. It’s the perfect storm: a haggard and awkward templar, a brothel, a merry band of misfits following an apostate, and a mabari. You have to admit it’s funny. Cullen [snorts]: Where do you fit in with that perfect storm? Are you part of the merry band of misfits? Ita: Of course. Where else would I be? Cullen: If I remember correctly, you weren’t supposed to be there. Didn’t Hawke scold you for leaving Merrill’s house? Ita [squeaks and covers his mouth]: Hush! You can’t prove anything. Cullen [laughs and places a kiss on her fingers as he pulls them away]: Of course…I had gone to the brothel in Hightown, because one of the templar recruits had gone missing. I was hoping to glean some information from the…women there. [clears his throat and rubs the past of his neck] Ita[snorts]: And I, being the naturally curious loveable scamp that I was, had followed my dad, Hawke, and the others to the brothel. We didn’t talk that day. I was hiding behind Fenris the whole time…I don’t think you even knew my name until months later. Cullen: Varric and Hawke mentioned it the day they helped me with the camp outside of the city. Ita: Oh yeah, I remember that one. It had the demons right? Cullen: Yes.

2. What did they think of each other at first? Ita: Oh I was utterly terrified of him. [chuckles] Anders taught me at a young age templars weren’t to be trusted. The second time we met you could cut the awkward tension with a rusty spoon. Cullen: I…a spoon? [pulls back and gives her an incredulous look] Really? Ita: Well the last time we saw each other wasn’t exactly a ‘Bye! Don’t forget to write!’ kinda farewell. [looks over at interviewer] We fled Kirkwall thinking the Divine was sending an Exalted March. Hawke thought if we fled the city it would force the Divine the split up her forces….and the Conclave. I thought I was dying, and even if I didn’t I didn’t know if the Chantry would let me live. You were the last person I thought I was ever going to see again. And during that time, you were honestly the last person I wanted to see. Cullen [sighs and rubs the back of his neck]: No. You are right. My time in Kirkwall fed into my fear of mages. Towards the end, I was not kind to you. Ita: Luckily I got past the fear and wanted to ride you like a halla…bareback [snorts and kisses his jaw] Cullen [laughs and kisses her temple]: Thank the Maker you were...how did you put it the other day, ‘incredibly horny for a man in uniform with a tortured past’ I believe? Ita: So horny [sighs wistfully]…how else do you think I got pregnant so fast? Cullen[chuckles]: As she said, she was a child when we met. The second time we met…[coughs] Ita [sits back and looks up at him]: I know that cough. Spill it Commander. [pokes his side] Cullen: Maker’s breath. Do I have to answer this one? Ita: Yes! Why are you afraid? Think I’m going to make fun of you? Cullen [gives her a pointed look] Ita: Okay, fair point. I swear on Andraste’s sacred knickers I won’t make fun of you. Cullen [chuckles]: Alright…the second time we met, I won’t disagree there wasn’t an awkward tension. But all I could think about when I saw you was how relieved I was you were alive. I had missed the conversations we had before Meredith...[looks away from Ita] Ita[sighs and glances at interviewer]: Before Meredith threw me in the Circle as a hostage to get Hawke to do what she wanted her to do…and before you treated me with such disdain. [turns his face to look at her] Cullen, I have forgiven for what happened at Kirkwall. I wish you would forgive yourself. Cullen [exhales and bumps his forehead against hers]: I know. Ita: Though if you’re really wanting to make it up to me, I can suggest a few things after this. [wiggles her eyebrows and smirks] Cullen [laughs]: I shall endeavor to try my utmost to make it up to you. Ita: Oh Commander. [fans herself]

[Interviewer clears their throat, trying to steer the conversation back to the interview. Both look at them as if they were caught in a compromising position. The two cough and mumble something as they each turn their attention back to the interviewer.]

Ita: Sorry.

 3. Were they immediately interested / attracted or did that come later? Ita: Well, as we’ve already established I was a kid when knew each other at first [pats his stomach] and 18 year old me was just horny for everyone. I didn’t really develop feelings for him until after the fall of Haven. He was the one who found me. [smiles and lets out a low hum as Cullen kisses her temple] I was in and out of consciousness for I have no idea how many days. Cullen [presses his lips to the top of her head]: It was three days. Ita: Ah. Well there you go. During that time, it seemed like any time I woke up he was there. He was so gentle every time he touched me. I’d listen to him pray to the Maker any time he didn’t realize I was awake…I’m convinced that’s why it’s so easy for him to get me into bed. All he has to do is start talking and my clothes just disappear. Cullen: Your clothes do not just disappear. They are strewn about the house. Ita: Half the time it isn’t my doing! Ever since I started showing you haven’t been able to keep your hands off of me. Cullen[chokes]: Maker’s breath, Ita! Ita[snorts]: What? I’m not complaining. I believe I have said, quite enthusiastically, how much I enjoy it…and I’m pretty sure I said it twice this morning. Cullen [groans and hides his face behind his hand]: I do not think that is the type of answer they are looking for, love. Ita:  Ah well. It’s the one I’m giving…your turn, husband. [pats his stomach] Cullen[clears his throat and looks over at the interviewer]: I am not sure when it is I developed feelings for her. Ita: Really? Why? Cullen[turns and looks down at her]: There was a physical attraction that day at the Conclave. You weren’t a teenager anymore…Maker’s breath I am going to sound lecherous. [sighs] You were a beautiful woman, but I found myself thinking back to the you I knew in Kirkwall. I tried to get closer to you in the hopes the you I knew was still there. Ita: Wait, is that why you suggested chess the night before I closed the Breach when I couldn’t sleep? Cullen[stammers]: I…Maker’s breath. [clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck] After we talked about Kirkwall, I wanted to see…and you remembered where the pieces were on the board from our last game in Kirkwall. I knew then you were still you. I think that might have been the night I fell in love with you. [chuckles] Ita[looks over at the interviewer]: I’m sorry, but we’re going to have to finish this tomorrow. I really want to kiss my husband right now, and I don’t think you want to be here for that. [winks and turns her attention to Cullen. She grabs him by the collar and climbs onto his lap, as she pulls him in for a kiss.]

[Interviewer hastily gathers their papers and leaves the cottage.]

[xiezuo]

Reward and Punishment

Prompt : Anonymous said — “i love your writing so much 💕 could you please do a scenario where yuta throatfucks the reader? sorry if this is different than your usual scenarios 😅 it’s okay if you don’t want to”

Character : Nakamoto Yuta — NCT

Warning(s) : Poorly written smut, also keep in mind that English is not my first language so please excuse my rookie mistakes. Heavily implied dom/sub relationship, rough sex, very lowkey daddy kink (no age regression shit, the reader literally just calls Yuta ‘daddy’ like twice).

Author’s note : Ok so… it’s actually stated in the rules that I don’t accept scenario requests because I had bad experiences doing that on my other scenario blog, but like. Yuta was my ultimate bias for 6 months before Chanyeol came back to take his rightful place, and I’m still incredibly biased towards him. Plus, as a submissive hoe myself, I just could not pass up the opportunity to write this. However, it’s gonna be shorter than what I usually go for (a minimum of 3k). Hope you still enjoy it !

Word count : 1,485 words

(Credits for the gif go to nakamotens)

You were already so far gone when Yuta pulled you inside the maintenance closet backstage that you didn’t even wince when your knees forcefully hit the concrete floor, unable to fight back your boyfriend’s strength as he pushed you down to your knees. You knew he was pissed just from the brutal way he was manhandling you, with reason to be; it was your fault if he ended up in this state. You deserved the punishment that was about to come, and you were ready to take it — it was part of this whole game, after all. With good actions came a reward. With bad ones came punishment. You knew this. You had gone over the rules so many times before. You knew this, and yet, you still decided that coming to see him perform backstage despite your relationship being a secret was a good idea. And really, that wasn’t even bad compared to what you did afterwards, when his other members were busy getting into their costumes or getting their hair and makeup done. That had been the last straw.

In retrospect, you had no clue why you thought openly teasing him, cornering him on one side of the room where everyone else with a keen eye could’ve seen you slide your hand under his pants to grab his length, was even a good idea to begin with. You wanted to help him relax and momentarily forgot that you two were not alone, you guessed, and you had felt incredibly bold in that moment. Yuta was about to make you regret that. And he was about to remind you that touching him without his permission, in public on top of that, went absolutely against the rules you had set at the beginning of the relationship. Rules you clearly had forgotten, apparently.

The door of the small utility room closed behind him, completely engulfing you in the dark. Yuta didn’t waste time taking his phone out of his back pocket to turn the flashlight on and propped up the device on one of the grey metal shelving unit on the right side of you. You stood in position, on your knees, hands carefully placed under your thighs, in the fold of your knees; ready to take whatever he had in store for you. The palpable sexual tension in the air coupled by the way the light hit the side of his face, making him look more menacing than he was, made you audibly gulp.

Yuta brought his hand to your jaw, tilting your head up so you could look at him. “You’re in so much trouble, kitten,” he breathed, voice reprimanding yet soft, caring, letting you know he wasn’t truly mad at you. With the hand holding your jaw, he pinched your head under your chin and nearly yanked it forward so your nose was almost touching the very apparent bulge in his tight leather pants. “Can you see what you did ? I’m afraid you’re gonna have to fix that, sweetheart. What do you think, huh ?”

His tight grip on your jaw made it difficult to move your lips to form coherent words. “Yes daddy,” you mumbled in agreement, nodding your head as much as you could. Yuta seemed satisfied of your answer and let you go, and you fell back into your initial position. Your boyfriend’s hands flew to his belt, and despite your clouded mind, you could guess what he was about to do. Your mouth nearly watered at the thought.

“You’re going to stay like that,” he explained, tone commanding — this sent shivers of pleasure down your spine, and you could feel your panties getting soaked more and more as time passed by. Yuta took a step forward and grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head back forcefully, making you yelp. You could feel your eyes water at the corners, but you enjoyed the pain. The tip of his hard cock was pressed against your lips, but you patiently waited for his order, not daring to do anything, because that’s what good girls do. “I don’t want you to move unless I make you. I don’t want you to make a sound unless I ask you a direct question. I’m going to use you for my own pleasure like the little fucktoy you are, because this is how you deserve to be treated for what you did. If you manage to do that, you’ll get a reward tonight when we get home. Have I made myself understood ?”

“Yes, daddy,” you replied, voice trembling in lust and anticipation.

“Remind me your safeword ?”

“消防車*,” you answered immediately, and Yuta’s grip on your hair softened a bit so he could pet it in approval.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, and almost immediately after, his iron grip was back on your hair, preventing you from moving. “Open up.”

You obliged, tasting the precum smeared on your lips. You almost hummed in content, but you remembered his rule. No sound. You fought against it, and soon enough, Yuta’s cock hit the back of your throat. It took everything in your not to gag around his length, and it became even harder when Yuta decided to stand still, his cock quickly blocking any air from entering. You tried to focus on your breathing, but it was hard, because you didn’t even have the proper ability to focus on anything, lust clouding your judgement and you felt yourself completely slip into subspace, cutting all contact you had remaining with reality. Yuta pulled out, giving you about two seconds to breathe before he pushed his cock down your throat again, thrusting in and out of you at a pace that would leave your throat incredibly sore after this. But you let it happen, and you enjoyed every bit of it; enjoyed being used like an object, enjoyed the feeling of choking around his dick and being unable to breathe, enjoyed being stripped of every sense except the taste of his precum on your tongue.

Soon enough you started seeing stars, tears running down your cheeks from how good it hurt, until you found yourself deprived of that sensation when he pulled out again. You gasped for air, your lungs hurting as well, but you didn’t care. “You okay ?” Yuta checked, and you could only nod, too out of breath to speak. With that, his cock was back in your mouth, his thrusts following the same relentless pace he had set before, and you were so far gone in your own arousal that you almost missed it when he finally came, releasing his warm cum deep down your throat. “Swallow.” He wouldn’t have even needed to ask, but the fact that he did peaked your arousal even more. You were sure you could cum just from this, but you knew you couldn’t, because he didn’t allow you to. This wasn’t about you this time.

Yuta kept his softening dick inside your mouth until you had completely milked him dry before finally pulling out and tucking himself back into his pants. He wasted no time wiping your tears away with his sleeve, crouching down in front of you so he could look you eye to eye and make sure you were okay. He let you catch your breath, holding you by the arms so you stopped swaying back and forth from exhaustion, and kept murmuring praises and sweet nothings until you were finally brought back to earth. When you did, you first instinct was to smile wildly at him in pure bliss, making him smile back just as wildly.

“You did so well, princess. I promise you’ll get your reward tonight.” He kissed you on the forehead and helped you back to your feet, combing his fingers through your hair that he had messed up earlier by tugging on it so harshly to make sure you would look at least somewhat presentable when you two would get out. “You understand why you were punished, don’t you ?”

You nodded. “Because I touched you without your permission. And I wasn’t careful about keeping our relationship a secret to anyone outside your group as we agreed.”

“Very good. Speaking of them,” Yuta chuckled, taking his phone back to turn the light off and look at the time. “They might be looking for me at the moment. The performance starts in ten minutes. You’re gonna be okay on your own ?”

You nodded, humming your positive answer. Yuta wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing your two bodies together. “I’m sure you’re gonna be amazing as always.”

“What did I do to deserve you ?” Yuta whispered against your lips, more to himself than anyone else, and kissed you with all the love he had for you. It almost made your knees give up on you, but his grip on your waist kept you grounded.

*Shōbōsha means firetruck in Japanese. Because why not. Whoop whoop whoop~

[sugar-petals]

♡ How BTS Would Eat You Out

a/n: a ‘head’canon — literally 😉

warnings ⚠️ graphic smut, dom/sub dynamics, femdom, voyeurism, period sex, face-riding, hair-pulling

Jimin ⇢ Slow, tantalizing, the sloppiest among the members. Not afraid to get all dirty and extra, whatever idea is your request — Jimin will just giggle and go for it. You don’t wanna know what he’s truly capable of, do you. He got hooked the first time he made you cum like that, now he’s straight-up possessed. No going back, and he keeps on learning new things and stimulating new spots every time to create a big moan-worthy surprise.

Prettiest and immensely vocal when it’s getting so, so sweaty, on the brink of exhaustion. Most likely, Jimin’s finishing with smudged eyeliner. Does it best with music playing in the background, but that’s obvious: Oral equals dancing to him. Prone to lack of confidence while getting started, so your guidance is always in dire need. Best matched with a domme who can don a firm grip on his neck and shoulders. Face-riding all day every day.

Taehyung ⇢ Not the soft teddy everyone believes him to be. Singularity revealed to us that really, we were mistaken. Full of mischief, out of the seven members he is the cockiest by far when it comes to oral. Does it best underneath the table or when you order him to go for it in the car. The backseat of course, with Yoongi driving — sternly! — because nobody else is as hard-boiled and like “yeah he’s giving head that’s more normal than brushing one’s teeth”.

And Taehyung, well he just enjoys having someone listen to him going down on you. It usually means twice the praise as 1) hardly will he be unable to fully please you and 2) head-master Yoongi approves anyways, Tae is a natural. Goes berserk the second your back arches. Moans a whole lot, likes to switch locations all over the house each time. Ultimately has to be tamed and held in place by squeezing his head with your thighs, hard.

Jin ⇢ So suave. Tender loving, lots of food involved to play around with. Has a very sensitive tongue, so he won’t do anything too wild. The advantage being that he can have a taste and accurately guess your mood and current level of vitamin E intake or something. Those soft lips don’t help, he’s just super gentle and makes sure you rest on as many pillows as possible. Might even use loads of chapstick because JK told him that’s a good idea.

Generally speaking, Seokjin is probably the only guy on this planet who can make his partner feel like she’s in a movie. A little bathtub romance will accompany your evening, although it’s important to mention that Jin is also at his best when the sun rises. With some tea on the nightstand, it’s gotta be classy. He just never disappoints, to be exact. Easily responds to any demands or suggestions, but infuses it with plenty of personality.

Yoongi ⇢ Ace of slow tongue-fucking and sexy slurping noises. You’d think he’d be the one to do it fast because eating you out is just like doing a verse. Nuh-uh. He can bob up and down for ages and still have enough tension in his tongue to penetrate deep enough. Always makes an effort to clean up in between because so much drool is getting in his eyes, that rascal is not afraid to dive in not seeing anything. Will use his damn nose as well.

Won’t stop until his bangs are sticky against his forehead and you — satisfied twice, because once is never enough. It’s his orgasm that you get instead if you will. Yoongi won’t care what his dick tells him and what it wants. His first #1 sexual asset is his tongue and it’s married to your clit and labia. The stimulation reaches its peak when you pull his hair and twirl it at the base of his neck. The more it hurts, the better, it really pushes him to the limit.

Hoseok ⇢ Fast and lowkey furious, a true challenge for a domme. This slippery tongue is all the rage, an engine of its own class. While Yoongi does it slow and good, Jung fucking Hoseok is all about fast and good. Can’t wait until you finished showering, even. He slips right in and who are you not to seize the opportunity. Makes up for lack of patience with lots of technique and putting on a show which can get pretty loud. It’s not giving head, it’s thrusting head, in fact.

All day if you only say the word, Hobi exceeds a vibrator with high-performance batteries. Yeah I know, I can’t stop comparing him to a freaking machine but that’s what he is. Second in sloppiness, although he will gobble it up fast. Definitely an eager swallower and dirty talker. Could aptly school any man about the faulty belief that giving your gf head is not the main event. Matches high passion type of encounters where you are sure to bring a leash.

Namjoon ⇢ Eager and obliging. Feels compelled to serve you, but needs clear instructions. Do this, do that, more to the left, lower your arm. Or maybe because he wants to serve, your wish is his exact command so he won’t do anything you dislike. It’s a promise, Joon can make you feel so good. Treats it all with utmost respect, but will loosen up once getting the hang of it. Won’t crack under pressure either, RM can be stern and quite like a workhorse to give you everything he’s got.

Although, it won’t feel like a chore because it’s all spontaneous. Doesn’t tend to be sloppy, his tongue movements are quite precise and use mostly... tip. Delicious. It’s a rapper thing, but also very Namjoon. Most likely to eat you out on your period cause since his MVs we all know he likes a little freaky shit. Believes that if he doesn’t do all the work, his duty is not fulfilled and he has to start from the beginning. Well, why not, actually.

Jungkook ⇢ Wow. This is like a trip to the spa, and all for free. Always does it to unwind you. Like Jin, a very sensual approach is default. No stress, he reserves a silent hour for it each day if you please even if he’s sleepy. This is not Hercules Kook who thinks everything in life is a competition, nope. Oral sex is like bunnies munching on salad for him, he does it all the time, just for the sake of it, something nice to savor. Thanks to his athletic skill and stamina, virtually any bizarre position is possible, no limits here.

You wanna do it up in the air and he just lifts you with two hands? No problem noona, as you wish. He also thinks it’s healthy for some reason, don’t ask why. Rather vocal in a way that he is pretty breathy most of the time, even huffing. You have to remind him that sometimes, two workouts a day are more than enough. Hence he pauses quite often, and so pleasing you is a matter of not a dozen minutes, but way longer. In love with your taste and the adrenaline.

[babybirdgyeom]

how to survive a hearbreak ✧

✎ jb x reader » lowkey angst, lovers to friends

✎ summary: breaking up is hard, getting over it is harder and becoming friends again was the hardest challenge you had to face yet.

✎ word count: 3.5k

✎ warnings: jaebum crying y’all, it’s emotional and shit

Emptiness would be the best word to describe your current situation. Since you and Jaebum broke up emptiness was all around you. You were well aware that you were over and there was no way of getting back together. You broke up for the better, your relationship was slowly going to pieces and both of you couldn’t deny that so one day, a few weeks ago, the two of you sat together, both too afraid to speak the truth out loud. In the end Jaebum made the first step, just like he did when the two of you became a couple, and addressed the situation.

A few hours, many tears, harsh truths and a few goodbye kisses later the two of you decided to bring your relationship to an end. Certainly it was a big and unfamiliar step for the two of you, both of you were suddenly faced with being alone again after having a loving relationship for many years and you could swear the sky was getting a bit darker when you parted your ways.

The worst thing of it all was that you couldn’t be mad at anyone, there was no one who you could hate or blame for the pain you were feeling In the end the bitter truth was that there was nothing you could do once the magic dies. So now you were trying to get over Im Jaebum, the man you shared a bed with for many years so you and him could become friends one day. That was the shared goal both of you settled for when you broke up.

You haven’t seen Jaebum since this day, you didn’t hear from him and you stayed strong and didn’t ask any of your mutual friends about him - but today you had to face him. Your best friend and her boyfriend, Jaebum’s best friend were moving in together today and of course it was mandatory for both of you to be at their housewarming party. Actually, all sadness aside, today was actually a day you were looking forward to since weeks - not only did you have a reason to get out of bed and dress up but also you’d see all of your friends and everyone will be in a good mood, your best friend has been planning this for over a month and was beyond excited.

So you took a long shower, trying to wash the exhaustion away and got ready - today you’d go full on make up and hair, not shying away from maybe using a bit too much blush or hairspray. Of course there still was a small desire in you to impress Jaebum but more importantly you wanted to impress yourself.

And you did. You haven’t felt that good in a long time, at least not from the outside. Your hair was falling perfectly and your make up looked sharp. “Good job.”, you said to yourself before leaving the house.

Arriving at your friends house you felt your jaw dropping down bit, you knew she really knew how to decorate but what she did to this small flat was literally breathtaking.

“(Y/n)!”, you heard Sara screaming out of the kitchen, “Wait, I’ll be there in two seconds.”

When she came out of door she was wearing an apron, a spoon in her hand and a bit of flour on her face, making you chuckle a bit. She might be the softest person you ever got to meet, always smiling and ready to lighten up everyone’s mood. “Damn girl, you look hot. You really wanna take revenge, huh?”, she asked laughing while walking down the floor to you before giving you a hug, “Welcome to my new flat. Get used to it, you need to visit at least three times a week.”

“If you pay the gas money, sure.”, you joked while looking around, “You really have magical hands.”

“Oh, that’s nothing.”, she winked, “Wait until you see the rest. But first follow me to the kitchen, I’m baking.”

The next hour went by almost in no time, helping Sara prepare the rest few things before the party could start was definitely giving you joy. In the end a good friend is worth more than any money. 

After the two of you were finished she let herself fall down on her couch, “We’re done bitch.”, she said laughing, “Thank you.”

You sat down right beside her giving her a high five.

“So, today is the great reunion, hm? Are you nervous?”, she asked you worried, taking your hand.

“I had four cups of coffee, I don’t know if I’m nervous or if I’m having a heart attack soon.”

“Oh, shut up.”, she said while playfully hitting you with a pillow, “I’m being serious. I’m worried about you, babe.” 

You knew she was worried but you were just starting to enjoy yourself so you didn’t want your mood to be killed again, “I’ll be fine. I miss him so seeing him might be even a good thing.”, at least you wished it was.

Within the next hour the whole flat was filled with people, some of them you knew but most of them you didn’t. It always amazed you how many people Sara and Mark, her boyfriend, knew - it wasn’t like you didn’t had a lot of friends but their apartment was currently having a party with at least a hundred people. It started to become dark outside and the music was getting louder, cups were filled with alcohol and more people started to dance.

While you were chatting with some people here and played some drinking games with some other people there you always caught yourself looking for Jaebum. No matter how much you tried you couldn’t stop yourself. And you weren’t the only one who noticed. 

“He’s not here yet. He wrote me he’ll be here soon.”, Sara raised her eyebrow at you, “You’re way too obvious.”, she laughed.

“I have no idea who you’re talking about.”, you said sarcastically before downing your drink.

While turning around to get another drink your eyes met a pair of eyes you knew too well, the two moles on his upper eyelid and his strong eyebrows, the almost black colour of his eyes that you used to stare at for hours - his gaze hit you like a sword and you were sure that actually being hit by a sword would feel just as painful. You swallowed when he nod his head at you, a small smile on his face that was nothing compared to his usual smile that was shining so bright - he was being polite, you knew that, but you felt like stranger. You forced yourself to smile at him, a proper smile, not a small and weak one. As soon as you did you could see his smile growing a bit wider but before anything else could happen between the two of you Jaebum was getting company by Mark and a woman you’ve never seen before. Remember when you thought seeing him hurt? Well, seeing a woman right beside him where you used to stand was worse than that. 

You knew that whoever this woman was she didn’t mean anything to him, you knew him well enough to be aware of the fact that he still was hurting too and the last thing he’d do would be sleeping around, he knew just as good as you it wouldn’t help him. There was not a single reason to be jealous - he wasn’t your boyfriend anymore and he definitely wasn’t the boyfriend of this girl beside him but in the end it was still not a nice sight to see. 

As he hugged Mark and this random girl you found yourself staring so you fastly shook your head looking away just as Jaebum’s glance found yours again - Right now all you could think of was fleeing, not the most mature thing but then on the other hand, you always tried to act mature so it would be fine if you didn’t for just one night. So your feet carried you straight to the table with the alcohol. Sometimes you just gotta drown your feelings. 

You tried to drown them and for a hot minute you were sure you did - as the room around you was rotating and you felt your cheeks turning red and warm you sat next to Sara and another friend, laughing and chatting loudly, dancing stupidly and enjoying yourself. In this moment you didn’t think of Jaebum, you were convinced that this pain will pass soon, just like you always told yourself. 

And so the night continued, you barely saw Jaebum which made you a bit more relaxed even though the thought of him and the blonde girl truly made you furious everytime it came to your mind. Even though you lowkey had the urge to talk to him you stopped yourself from looking for him until the bitter end that was around 3 a.m. for you. 

“I’m leaving babe.”, you said to Sara while hugging her, clearly not sober, “Where is Mark? I want to say goodbye.”

She laughed at you, “Alright honey. He’s on the balcony. Get home safe. Don’t talk to strangers. Go straight home.”, she nagged.

You let out a sigh, “I promise, mum. I’ll write you when I arrive.”, you mumbled.

“Good kid.”, she said as you turned around to walk to the balcony.

“The queen is leaving!”, you said with half closed eyes as you stepped out. What you didn’t expect was Jaebum right beside Mark and as you saw him you suddenly felt stone cold sober, your eyes opening wide, followed by a small ‘Oh’ that was escaping your mouth. Next to Jaebum was the girl, next to Mark a male face you’ve definitely seen before but you couldn’t remember who he was.

Mark let out a chuckle, ignoring the awkward vibes between you and Jaebum. “Looks like the queen had a few drinks. Is she sure she can go home alone?”, he said while standing up and hugged you.

“You are just like Sara, always worried about me.”, you laughed at him, “I appreciate that.”

“You’re just our favorite.”, he messed up your hair, “Text us when you’re home.”, he sounded almost commanding.

“I will, I will.”, you said while rolling your eyes, “Goodbye!”, you said while waving to the rest, gathering up all your courage and looking Jaebum straight in the eyes, “Much fun.”

As you made your way to the door you were looking for your headphones in your bag, trying to untie them as soon as you left your friends apartment, ready to go home and just let yourself fall into bed.

Just as you put your headphones and tried to have a peaceful walk home, enjoying the chill breeze someone took your wrist. You immediately turned around, ready to punch someone if you had to just to find no one else but Jaebum looking at you with an amused glance. “Just how much booze did you have?”, he asked soft and you wanted to puke when you felt the butterflies in your stomach. This didn’t seem fair. You were doing just fine the whole evening thinking you could actually get over him but as soon as he was standing in front of you all the confidence vanished and you felt small.

“A bit.”, you said silently, “Maybe a bit too much.”, you admitted, making him chuckle. In this moment you either wanted to punch or kiss him, the feelings you had were way to overwhelming, “What do you want?”, you asked a bit harsh even though you didn’t want to sound that way.

“I saw you leaving and I had the urge to walk you home.”, he admitted just as silently as you were before, he even seemed a bit embarrassed as he started walking, waiting for you to follow, “Old habits die hard, I guess.”

As you were a bit baffled by his actions he tried to lighten up the mood, “Your nosering.”, he mentioned, “That’s new.”

You chuckled at his bad try, “Yes. I thought that’s what people do after a break up. Get a piercing or dye their hair. So I wanted to try.”

Confused by how relaxed your answer sounded you immediately tried to be more serious again. Of course your plan was to befriend Jaebum again but you needed to be ready for that and you definitely weren’t at this point yet. “Jaebum, I can walk home alone, I promise.”

He shook his head without looking at you, “Let me walk you home.”, he almost insisted. His voice sounded weak but he cleared his throat and continued, “Can we talk this out, please?”

Your heart hurt while listening to his voice, your glance was glued to the ground. “Jaebum.”, you sighed while burrying your hands in the pockets of your trenchcoat, “Don’t.”

The two of you were slowly walking down the streets, the air between you two getting thicker. You hated that it had to be awkward between the two of you, it shouldn’t be - you dated each other for years and have known each other for even longer.

“You’re angry with me. I know.”, he said while kicking a stone away.

“I’m not.”, you said immediately and surprisingly determined, “I’m not mad at you. I’m still hurting. That’s it.”

“I’m hurting too. I’m sorry I am making you go through this. My goal was never to hurt you.”, he said and you felt his gaze pierced to you but didn’t dare to look at him.

You didn’t say anything even though you wanted to. Everything you could’ve possibly said wouldn’t be enough, too meaningless. Both of you were very well aware that you broke up for a good reason: There was nothing you could do once the magic was gone.

“We need to find happiness without each other before we can be happy with each other again, Jaebum.”, you finally said. It was harsh to say something like that, you never thought you’d have to. Jaebum immediately stopped walking, making you do the same, wondering what was going on.

When you looked over to him you found him looking up in the night sky, you saw him swallowing and immediately knew what was going on. Dating him for many years you knew by now what he looked like when he tried not to cry. To your own surprise you managed to stay strong and not break out in tears with him - after all you felt like you cried yourself out. 

“I can’t even look at you right now.”, he still was looking up, his voice was shaking and there were tears rolling down his cheeks. Your first instinct was to hug him but you knew you couldn’t. Your heart hurt just as much as his, not being able to feel and hold him even though he was right in front of him. 

“I miss you too.”, you almost whispered but he heard and swallowed hard another time before finally looking at you. As soon as he did you felt tears coming up in your eyes, “We’ll be friends again someday, right?”

You were afraid of the answer - you loved Jaebum so much and if you couldn’t have him as a lover you needed him as a friend. “The worst thing about this is that you might have been my boyfriend but most importantly you were my best friend. Not texting you and not knowing how you are kills me.”, you said while a tear rolled down your face. Jaebum’s facial expression almost seemed tortured under his tears and at this point he was almost sobbing. Both of you definitely wanted to hug each other but you tried to resist, knowing it would be too hard to let go.

He came a bit closer, standing right in front of you but didn’t dare to touch you in any way. This had to be enough for now. “(Y/n). How do I survive this heartbreak?”, he asked clearly and his words felt like sharp cuts. If only you knew what to answer to that. There you were at three in the morning, standing in front of each other, crying and trying to find out how to not lose each other. Who knew that love could be such a mischievious thing?

He looked at you, studying your face while waiting for an answer. You cleared your throat, “With me by your side.”, secretly you knew that you needed a break from him to get over him but how could you not be there for him when he needed you. 

In response to your words he hold your wrist, making you jump a bit since you didn’t expect any physical contact. “I can’t imagine my life without you, (y/n).”

Silence. Luckily, it was a comfortable one though. Both of you tried to calm down and thought about the situation. 

“This is so cheesy, huh?”, Jaebum asked after he wiped the tears out of his face, “The only thing that’s missing is heavy rain and we could be actors in the next big movie.”

You chuckled at him, happy to see he didn’t lost his humour. In this moment you were sure that everything will work out for the two of you once you’re ready. “We’re just too dramatic.”, you added laughing. His hand was still holding your wrist. “Are you a bit better?”, you ask him worried.

“I’m fine now. Not talking to you is killing me.”, he shut his eyes and took a deep breath, “It’s good to see you.”

“Well, don’t let the blonde girl know that you spend your evening with.”, you said half joking but immediately regretted it, ruining a moment like this. You’d definitely blame the alcohol for that.

Jaebum raised his eyebrow at you, “Jealous?”

Letting out a loud laugh while walking away from him you decided to ignore this question, “Do you want to walk me home now or not Jaebum?”, you asked walking away from him.

“I’m coming.”, he said while following you.

The rest of the walk was almost peaceful - you talked about light topics after you decided that there was enough crying for tonight. It hurt a lot to think that this might be the part where the two of you ended a beautiful and very long chapter but you could still smile about it, knowing the next chapter would still include him and would be just adventurous, exciting and breathtaking like the last one. Im Jaebum was your favorite person in the world and losing him as a boyfriend was suffocating - but having him as a friend made flowers grow in your heart. 

He’d always be there and you’d be right by his side.