#I wanted him to keep the scar because it’s cool and who’s to stop me?

[not-a-month-107]

SO- A glitch in time, huh?

wild and crazy- I wanted to throw my hat in the newly made ring that is Dan designs- actually, what do we call him now? Here’s this doodle while I go insane elsewhere

[tteokdoroki]

⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — SATORU GOJO. the damage is done.

about. when satoru decides that he wants you (his ex) back, his foolproof plan starts off by making your new partner extremely insecure..

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, smut, non canon, toxic relationships, love bombing, exes to lovers, gaslighting, infidelity, cheating, breeding, fingering, multiple orgasms, couch sex, oral sex ( f! receiving ), unprotected sex, ex boyfriend!gojo, fem!reader.

ex!gojo who slides into the dms of your current partner to slowly make them insecure.

he acts like a nice guy, offers advice on what to do when you’re mad, what you like to eat, how to keep you all sedated and happy. your current partner starts to gush about how cool of a dude satoru gojo is. how could you pass up on such an amazing guy? he’s rich, funny, caring — they can see how you fell for him.

but what they don’t understand is the greedy side of satoru — the one who one who wanted you all to himself. the guy who never let you go out, who made you cry but made you cum with the promise of never hurting your feelings again.

sometimes the advice gets a little too specific. how does satoru know where you keep your sex toys for kinky nights of fun. why does he know the spot that makes you arch your back off of the sweaty sheets just like that? or how many fingers you like to take? or how long it takes before you start gagging on cock.

it makes your new partner insecure, gives them performance anxiety and ruins the vibes of your bedroom. they can’t communicate with you, at least not properly — it leads to fights that are all too familiar. conversations you’ve had with satoru before. your little insecurities and biggest fears are thrown into your face, things they know will hurt you deep down you. these are some of the first times you cry because of your new partner.

it’s all too familiar, these are things you’ve gone through before with your ex — the recognisable twinge in your chest and feeling of guilt after being gaslight is something you know all too well.

“he was right, you really are just a cry baby.” they say. “since he knows so much about you, maybe you should go back to fucking him.” which feels like a bullet to your heart because you’ve spent so much time proving to your partner that you’re over your ex and all the bullshit that satoru put you through. all the drama and all the trauma he left you with.

your partner leaves for the night, leaving you alone with your tears and the tiny voice in the back of your mind that tells you it’s all satoru’s fault. it goads you into calling him, his number which you blocked but kept written down in your notes app in case of emergency. it’s been forever since you last spoke to your ex and told him you wanted nothing to do with him — so you’re surprised when he picks up on the second ring, seemingly happy to hear your voice.

“what did you do, satoru?” his name on your tongue is foreign yet also familiar. you’ve said it a million times before, in many different ways (lust, love and loss) but this time you’re angry. like the last time you spoke.

“what do you mean?”

he plays coy and you feel your temper bubble. “we got into a fight, i know it’s your fault. what did you say to them?”

“shouldn’t you be making up with them?” gojo answers your question with a question, his all-knowing smirk transcending down the static on the line. “why was your first thought to call me?”

that makes you falter, stops your typhoon of rage in its place.

the truth is, you know why you called. deep down you know that gojo could fix this, when you fought as a couple you would always call him first and in tears — letting him calm you down. gaslighting you in the process. he always knew what to say to scab over the wounds of your arguments, patching over deep cuts with little white lies even if he would reopen them and leave mental scars in place.

when you fight with your partner now, you seek the same sort of unhealthy comfort in the only person who you know will give it you and that’s exactly what satoru wants.

“let me come over,” he states, suave. “let me help you fix this.” he takes advantage of your emotional torment, butters you up with the promise of comforting you and against your better judgement — you let him. your partner abandoned you, satoru wants to help you. you’ve always known that he still loved you, at least he wouldn’t leave, at least he’s not like your partner.

regret will come in the morning, you think, when you let satoru into your apartment and back into your life. he knows that everything on the walls are different, the picture frames are now brown instead of white and hold photos of your current life in place of what you had with your ex. the furniture has moved and the diffuser at the entryway smells different. but as much as you’ve tried, you can’t get rid of your ex, satoru gojo. he will always make his way back to you.

he makes sure that you’re aware of this when he kisses you on the couch that you kept from your previous relationship. satoru tells you that you’ll always need him when he pins your hips to its leather with a strong arm and buries his white head of hair between your warm, thick thighs. he proves it to you with the way that his tongue licks broad strokes against the entire length of your sex and flicks at your clit because he knows that how you like you it, he knows you’ll cum in seconds if he eats you out like that.

there’s going to be a stain in the couch from just how much more you gush on satoru’s skilled fingers and tongue, as he moans against your sopping mound and tells you how he’s the only one who could ever make you see stars this way. his face gleams with your arousal and his eyes sparkle knowingly because it’s true. you’ve never felt as good as you have with satoru in comparison to anyone else. it puts doubt in your mind, makes you question why you even left him in the first place.

though, you don’t have much time to dwell on the thought…because in hurried yet precise movements — gojo is making you cum on his fingers again. the rough pad of his thumb possessively writes the letters of his name against your pulsating clit — hardened by blood that rushes to it, carrying lustful hormones from your frenzied mind. he loves how you taste when you cum, how you cling to him, how he knows that you’ll never forget this phenomenalfeeling after tonight.

it’s a little too intimate for two exes when satoru makes you ride him. his legs spread wide while you straddle his lap, creating the perfect angle for his cock to nudge against that one special pleasure spot inside of you. you’ve missed his cock, it’s perfect length and thickness — it’s pretty pink tip that oozes so much precum that’s all for you. it’s only ever been for you.

the way satoru’s large palms cup the globes of your ass and guide you back and forth over his lap unlocks a nostalgic and loving feeling in your rapidly rising and falling chest. he kisses you with so much passion that you’re reminded of the good nights you spent with him — making love until sunrise while his tongue rolls over yours and licks at your teeth. you’re naked and chest to chest, noses becoming neighbours while the course of your breathing syncs up. it’s overwhelming, how adored you feel in the moment, all while fucking your ex on the couch.

you grope at each other like it’ll be the final time you ever have sex like this. your hands settle at the base of satoru’s neck and his on your waist while you languidly move together in a salacious dance routine you’ve done so many times before. you’re perfect partners, it’s evident in the way you reward his throbbing cock with dribbles of your creamy arousal — droplets of soft white running down and catching on veins on his shaft.

“i’m always going to love you, baby,” satoru’s soft laments echo through the home you’ve made with your over lover — barely audible over his balls slapping against your peachy ass and your cunt selfishly squeezing down on him, squelching with every thrust. “i’m always gonna want you like this, even when we fuck up. e-even when we’re not together,” he growls and rambles, blissful blue eyes darting all over your face twisted with ecstasy and right down to where you paint him with arousal and suck him in so well. “fuuuck, i wanna cum…s-say you want it, say you want me.”

it’s overwhelming, how much love you have for satoru. for your ex. it washes over your feelings of guilt in regard to your infidelity, any bad emotion or thought of your partner cannot compare to the burning and bright lust that flickers in your tummy. when you fuck yourself down on gojo’s throbbing girth he pulls back out of your snug, salacious sex — creating a delicious cycle of friction that you never want to forget. that you miss so bad.

“i want…i want you!” you stutter, tears brewing in your starry eyes. “i miss you, i love you,” the words rush out of you before your hazy mind can even catch up and register them. you barely manage to register that you’re fucking your ex just mere hours after arguing with your special one. it doesn’t matter, not right now and not in this moment. not when satoru teases your clit until you’re able to cum all over him, painting his thighs with your slick as you slump against him.

even though he shouldn’t, even though he’s ruined your relationship, gojo cums inside your quivering cunt. fills you to the brim with his viscous, scorching seed and there’s so much of it that it seeps from your entrance — pooling okto the couch below.

“i love you.”

“i know.”

“come back to me, baby.”

“i…i don’t know if i can…”

you want to so badly, especially the damage is done, sealed by stolen kisses that’ll mean nothing in the morning.

satoru’s gotten what he wanted, to make you question your relationship and remind you of why you should come back to him. you fell asleep an intertwined mess on the couch and he leaves in the early hours of the next day.

all so that your current partner will never know the events that occurred on the night of your fight — you don’t have to heart to tell them when they come back the next morning with your favourite flowers and an apology. they shouldn’t have left you. they shouldn’t have gone to satoru behind your back. they love you.

but it’s already too late, a seed of doubt has been planted in your mind by your ex. you release that you still want him, that you might even miss him and the foundation of your new relationship becomes shaky and unstable.

you’ve grown insecure and you will always be comparing your current partner to your last partner. to gojo.

and your lover? now they’re insecure too, because you’re always so distant and you always smell a little different when you come home these days.

because you’ve started going behind their back to be with your ex, satoru, too.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[angel-eyes05]

to leave the warmest bed i've ever known (part 4)

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

pairing: spider-woman!reader x miguel o’hara 

summary: so much time has passed since you last saw each other. will old feelings come up again once you two find each other again?

warnings: HUGE ATSV SPOILERS DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS MOVIE, this is so against canon its insane, NSFW (we did it guys we're finally here), switch!reader and switch!miguel, blood mention, fang and claws play, p in v unprotected, cumplay, angsty (i couldnt help it), it goes, angst, smut, and then angsty fluff at the end youre welcome

word count: 3.2k

notes: for some reason, it didn't let me tag as many people who wanted to be on the taglist, so if i didn't end up tagging you for the final part, sorry idk what went wrong

also forgive me i was listening to boygenius while writing the parts leading up to the smut so it might get a little angsty there (i cant help it) (miguel and y/n are so bite the hand and cool about it core)

but then i balanced it out by listening to frank ocean (pyramids specifically) while writing the smut so you're welcome

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Three years had passed. Three years since you finally found Miles, defeated The Spot, and caused the collapse of the Spider Society. Everyone had gone back to their separate dimensions, but were able to still visit each other with their still working portal watches. Miles and Gwen specifically were very happy. Peter B. went back home to live with MJ and Mayday, sending you frequent pictures of Mayday to keep you updates. You were different. You didn’t return to your home world. You didn’t necessarily have anyone to return to per se. Instead, you decided to hop between dimensions, seeing what crime there was to fight in cities that didn’t have anyone to protect it. It was enough to keep you occupied, and as long as your watch still worked, you had the option to stop if you wanted to. Life was nice. You finally had found peace.

But something felt off. Something thudding in the back of your head. Because even though you had been at peace for three years, it had also been three years since you saw him. You had seen him during the final showdown between all of Spider Society, but your team had managed to keep you two apart, due to fear for your safety. After the fight was over, you two had made eye contact with each other a couple of times, but never approached each other. If you were being honest, you were still scared of him at that point, even seeing him tied up there on the floor waiting for someone to deal with him. 

It took a while for your gashes to heal, the ones on your back taking much longer to turn into scars than the ones on your tricep and thigh. The marks on your body were frequent reminders of him and the damage he’s caused to your life. Part of you hated him for it. But most of you just missed him. Unlike Jess, who sent you pictures of her baby every now and then, neither of you had reached out to the other. It was crazy how five years of shared history can be thrown to the ground so quickly.

Right now, you were sitting on the railing of your apartment balcony. For the past month or so, you decided to park it in Earth-3819. There wasn’t much crime going on there, so it was a nice place to stop when you needed a break. Your feet dangled off the edge of the railing, as you looked out to see the sunset on the skyline. The wind blew faintly at your face, causing strands of hair to fall out of your high bun. You had been thinking more about him recently, wondering if he was feeling the same way you were. 

Almost as if you manifested it, you heard the sliding glass door from your bedroom slide open. Startled, you quickly turned around, ready just in case it was an attacker.

It was much worse than an attacker. 

You mouth laid agape as his massive shadow covered your smaller body. Feelings that laid dormant for the past three years suddenly erupting in your stomach. You looked up to the roof of your building as a signal to meet you up there, as you attached a web to the top and swung up there.

Once you were both at the top, you faced your back to him to take time to catch your breath. Your emotions were all over the place right now. “You’re really hard to find, you know,” he said trying to break the silence. You wanted to throw up. As much as you hoped this moment would come, you never realized how unprepared you would be if it ever did. You couldn’t bare to look at him right now, knowing you would lose control of yourself if you did. “You look…good.” How would he know, he only saw your face for a second before you bolted off. You both stood there, the wind growing louder and louder with each second you both stayed silent. 

All of your senses came to a freeze once you felt his hand place itself on your shoulder, causing a flinch from you. “I wanted to find you again, mi vida,” he said in that rich, deep, smooth tone of his that drives you crazy. You could tell he was getting closer when you felt the hairs on your neck stand up from him breathing on them. “I missed you, and I was hoping we could pick up where we left off,” he said into the crook of your neck and began to plant kisses there. You broke free from his grasp by the third kiss he left. “No no no no no, no we can’t. It’s not that simple Miguel,” you said, pinching your bridge and sighing. There's no way he could've thought it would be this easy. He's not this stupid….is he?

“Listen amor, I’m sorry for everything that happened. But the past is the past.” He walked closer to you. “And I want my future with you.” He was up against you again. This time instead of your shoulder, he dragged his finger up and down your back in an almost hypnotic motion. God, you wanted him so bad, you wanted it to be this simple. That he can just apologize and everything could be okay. But you were reminded it couldn't be that way once his finger hit a pressure point in your scar. You swatted your hands in the air and walked away from him again. “No Miguel, that's not how this works. You can just do the things you've done to me and just say sorry and expect it to fix everything. You're not a child.” 

Once you turned around to face him, you saw him standing there like a lost puppy. You just wish he could see what you were talking about. “Don't act like you didn't do horrible things then too. I saw what you did to Jess.” “Don't turn this onto me Miguel. This is about you.” You walked up to him and pressed your finger into his chest. “This is about you, and the horrible things you've done to me! I can't even take a shower anymore without looking at myself in the mirror and seeing your damage!” You lifted up your shirt sleeve. “You did this! This was all you!” Miguel looks down at you with sympathetic eyes as your eyes began to well up. 

“And you can’t just barge in on this life I’ve made for myself and ask for me back because I won't go with you!” You were fully crying at this point, desperately trying to get your words out between sobs and lightly punching at Miguel's chest while he just stared at you. “Because I hate you Miguel! I hate you, okay!” You couldn't manage to talk anymore, overcome with the emotions he caused you to feel. You rested your head on his chest as you continued to sob. He wrapped his arms around you, causing you to do the same to him immediately. You sat there crying into his arms for about a minute, until he lifted up your chin with his finger.

“I’m so sorry I did this to you mi princesa. I’m so sorry. But I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.” Overtaken by emotion, you grab his face and crash your lips into his. Almost instinctively, his hands find a home onto your hips. You pull away for a second. “Just stop talking already,” you say breathlessly. He rushes to connect the two of your lips again, already going as far as to slip his tongue in between your lips. He’s so passionate about everything he does. His hands hold a tight grip on your body as his tongue explores your mouth. Almost like he’s hungry for you. No, not hungry. Starving. Famished. Three years apart was too much for him to stand without you by his side or in his bed. He needed you desperately. Like his life depended on if he was going to be able to fuck you into your bed tonight or not. 

He let out moans as your hands ran through and tugged on his hair. But as soon as his claws came out and dug into your hips, you pulled your mouth off of his, a string of saliva still connecting you two. “No claws Miguel. Bring them out again, and its over okay.” You still weren’t mentally over his attack against you. He nods. “Of course, baby.” With that said, you let go of him to walk over to the edge of the building. Once your at the edge, you signal him over. He follows, almost as if he’s under some spell. You attach one of your webs to your balcony railing below and use it as a guide to fall down to it. You land on your balcony, Miguel following close behind as you open the sliding door to your bedroom.

After you close the door and blinds, you turn to find Miguel almost hovering over you. He looked like some kind of lost dog the way he kept following you around, begging for more of you. You gently kiss him and guide him over to your bed. He sits down on the edge of the bed and begins to pull your hoodie off your head as you help him take off his suit. Once your sweatpants are off as well, you gently push him onto his back on your bed. Goosebumps form all over your body, partially from exposure to the cold air in your room, and partially from seeing him like this underneath you again. Finally, you take his already hard cock, and slide it into your hole, causing a rough groan out of him as you begin to rock on his hips.

You take things nice and slow while you’re in control, knowing the moment you get sloppy he’ll start to take over for you. You kissed down his neck and collarbone as you rode him, with him gripping hard at your back and your hips. “Nng, m-missed you s-so much amor,” he groaned out. “Tan hermosa.” You begin to speed your thrusting, tugging at his hair to get strained noises out of him. His hands make their way up to your back, digging into your skin. But your quick to rip his hands out of your back and pin them above his head once his talons come out again, into your back this time. You also take your lips off of his and stop your thrusting.

Miguel searched your face for some kind of explanation to the sudden stop, to find you panting and nearly frozen still. You’re taken back to that fight, a result from his claws finding a way into your scars. You’re pulled back to reality by Miguel’s voice. “Amor, que paso?” he asks with concern. You quickly wipe the sweat off your face and look into his beautiful crimson eyes. You wanted to forget the pain he caused you all those years ago, but unfortunately you couldn’t. But, you were willing to forgive him though. “Nothing Miggy,” you say gently, pressing a soft kiss onto his lips. He tries to move his hands back onto you, but finds his hands still trapped to the headboard. He looks at you confused. “What did I say about the claws, Miguel.” 

“Ay, baby you know its hard for me to control them around you,” he says, slightly annoyed, driven by the need to touch you again. “Well you’re going to need to try to okay? For now though, you’re going to stay like this.” His face drops, and he makes a sound almost like a whine. “Ay coño, lo siento péro you don’t need to punish me.” You felt powerful hearing him whine and beg like this. You were denying a starving man of his woman, his source of energy. 

Arms squirmed in your hand, as you began to rock on top of him again. You made sure to not kiss him either, moving away whenever he would try to place his mouth onto yours. He whined as you picked up your speed, desperate to feel you again. “P-please, let me go cariño.” You moved your mouth down and whispered in his ear, running your finger up and down his stomach, causing him to melt under you and whimper like a madman. “Not just yet,” you whispered seductively, sending extra chills down his spine and into his stomach when you bit into his ear lobe.

Overcome with your own urge to feel him, you accidentally let go of his hands and moved yours to grab hold of each of his pecs as you planted kisses over his sternum. Suddenly, you’re overswept as Miguel is freed and takes control over the situation. “I love you amor, but you have to let me touch your,” he says in that beautiful, rich tone of his before he goes at his own pace: slamming himself into you. 

He goes much faster than you did, and you almost come there on the spot as he nearly breaks your bed with his ferocity. You grip onto his enormous triceps for leverage as you let out a series of incoherent moans. “You like that, huh?” he pants out. You shove your lips onto his to get him to stop talking. “I-if you’re gonna do this, n-ngh, you’re gonna have to s-hh-ut up,” you manage to get out in between your almost inhumane sounds. He nods and shoves his tongue into your mouth, exploring the insides of your cheeks while his tip slams into your walls, causing that white heat to begin to build up in your stomach.

His hands swarm across your body, making up for lost time before, and eventually land on your breasts as he begins to palm at them. Just as you thought he couldn’t arouse you any more than he already has, he moves his mouth along your jawline, down to your neck, and begins to mark it with kisses and slight sucking. “I-I missed you too, Miggy.” 

That nickname you had for him drove him crazy. So crazy in fact, his next move was to drive his fangs into your neck, making sure to not let his poison seep into your neck. He presses his lips and sucks on the skin on your neck while sinking his fangs deeper into you. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, as you held onto his broad shoulders while he basically slammed you into the bed. “Oh Miguel,” you moaned out. He nodded, not able to speak, due to his fangs still being attached to your neck. You could tell he was getting close too with how sloppy his pace was getting. 

You’re washed over with bliss when the heat in your stomach finally takes over the rest of your body, almost clawing at Miguel while you come. His hands put more pressure on your breasts as he comes as well, moaning into the softness of your neck. Once you two have both finished, he slowly pulls his teeth out of your neck, and licks up the metallic liquid with his warm, delicate tongue. He slowly pulls his cock out of the sweetness of your cunt and rolls over to lay next to you on the bed, dragging his fingers across your pussy, taking the cum his fingers picked up and putting it in his mouth.

He plants a kiss onto your forehead before saying, “One second, princesa, I’ll be right back,” as he got up to go to the bathroom. He must have been in there for about 10 minutes before coming back into your room and reaching out his hand for yours. You take his hand as he leads you out of bed, reminded of how naked you are when you reveal yourself from the sheets.

He leads you into the bathroom to see that hes drawn a bath for the two of you. You blush slightly at the gesture, as he gets in first and leads you in. The touch of the water numbs your body slightly with the mixture of the cold room to the hot bath water. You almost melt as you sink in, laying your back against Miguel’s chest as he wraps his arms around your body. You could fall asleep right here, mixed between the comfort of the bath water, and Miguel’s body finally against yours again. The bathtub was kind of small, so his body was taking up most of the space, causing him to basically engulf you. 

You were surrounded in him, his lips almost attached to the nape of your nack, his arms consuming your upper half, and his legs intwining with your lower half. He wiggles slightly to reach the soap, puts it in the water to wet it, and lathers it onto your body. First, he washes your arms, rubbing the soap back and forth over your arm hairs, and even under your armpits. Next, he moves to wash your chest. He takes the soap and moves it over your breasts and your underboob, causing you to move in closer to him. His response is to peck kisses into the crook of your neck, getting little giggles out of you. You stop giggling though after he stops kissing you and stays still for a second. 

You wait in silence for him to do something. “...Miggy…you okay?” you ask when he doesn’t say anything. You turn your head slightly to see him. Out of your peripherals, you see him staring solemnly at your back. He’s finally seen them. The four almost perfectly placed scars warping across your back. They were huge. And he knows they’re from him. You turned your head back to the front and dug it in between your knees, pushing out your back even more. Miguel delicately traced his fingers over them, as you waited curled up for him to say something. “I’m sorry,” is all he can manage to weakly push out. 

You decide to turn your body around to face him, splashing water around in the cramped bathtub while doing so. His eyes are down with sadness creeping over his face. You cup his cheek with your hand and press a loving, gentle kiss onto his lips. You bring his arms over your shoulders and wrap your legs around his hips. You wanted to be engulfed by him. You were so pressed on staying mad at him for so many years that you forgot how much you loved being this close to him. You could hear his heart softly beating as you pressed your head against his chest. He soon wrapped his arms around your body, taking you into him, and dug his head into the crook of your neck, almost as if he was hiding. 

You stayed there for a moment before eventually turning back around. You laid your head in a position so you could still see his face if you looked up. You could feel yourself slowly dozing off in his arms. Your last thoughts before you slipped out of consciousness was of how perfect this was. 

You had found your home again. Moreso, he found his way to you. And this time, you were never going to let go.

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a/n: i just wanted to say thank you to everyone for sticking around during this series. i know it wasn't meant to be 4 parts and only 2 so i really appreciate everyone who stuck around for the whole thing. make sure to look out for my next thing cause i wanna start writing an enemies to lover oc x miguel thing so please go and support that once thats out. thanks guys!!!!

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[moonstruckme]

would u maybe be willing to write remus with a reader who also has scars? not from anything in particular just more than the average joe (i personally have quite a few scars from years of sports and having acne and a skin condition, so really the cause can be anything u want) and they take care of eachother? they have a routine they do together and they put lotion and bio oil on for eachother <3

Thanks for requesting!

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 831 words

“Remus?” He looks past himself in the mirror to find you standing in the doorway to the bathroom, hair wet from the shower you’d taken before his. You’re holding your hands the way you do when you’re feeling tentative. 

He turns around and makes his voice extra soothing to assuage it. “Yeah, dovey?” 

“What do you…what are you doing, when you rub that stuff on your face?” 

He blinks, looking down at the small container in his hand. “This? It’s oil. It’s for my scars.” 

You take a hesitant step forward. Your brow wrinkles. “Like, to make them go away?” 

He smiles wistfully. “No. I don’t think anything can make them go away, honey. This just makes them less…obvious.” 

You smile, walking up to him with a bit more confidence. “Oh, good. Can I try some?” 

Remus raises his brows. “What for?” 

“I have scars,” you say, almost defensively. “They’re not as cool as yours, but I have them.” 

A little laugh escapes him. Cool. “You mean like the ones on your knees?” 

You nod, taking the oil from him and reading the bottle. “Yeah, like those.” 

“Sure, hop up here.” He pats the counter, and you follow his instructions readily, twisting around to jump up and setting your back against the mirror. You’re wearing your pajama shorts, your bare knees brushing the material of the towel around his waist. 

“This better not be an excuse to get me alone half-naked,” he says quietly as he gets his lotion back out from inside the cabinet. You go bright red at the suggestion, and Remus huffs a laugh. “I knew it.” 

“Stop,” you plead, nudging him reprimandingly with your foot. “I’ll go, if that’s what you want.” 

“Only teasing,” he reaffirms what you already know. He crouches in front of you. “It’s lucky you just showered, because that’s usually when your scars need it most. Your skin is all dried out from the water.”

“Gee, thanks,” you say sardonically, but there’s a bit of real self-consciousness to your voice. Remus strokes his thumb over your knee placatingly. 

“It’s okay. That’s why we start with lotion, to moisturize it first.” He places a dollop of the lotion onto your knee, rubbing it in with his fingers. You hum in understanding, and he does the other knee too. “And then the oil, which should make the marks a bit less angry if you use it consistently.”

“Thanks,” you say quietly as he smooths the oil into the scars on your knees. Remus looks up to find you giving him a soft, open look, and he smiles, squeezing your calf lightly. 

“Of course, honey. Any other scars that need attending to?” 

“There’s some on my hands.” You’re looking at him the way you look at the moon, with a tender sort of reverence. He suspects that you don’t actually care so much about the appearance of scars on your hands so much as you want him to keep touching you, but that’s more than alright with him. 

“Yeah?” he prompts, and you hold them out in front of him. “Mm. I’ve never noticed these before.” 

“They’re not huge,” you say with a shrug. 

Remus sets to work, massaging lotion into the skin of your hands and wrists. He takes the oil again and begins applying it to the marks he can see. “Where’d this come from?” he asks, rubbing it into a cruel line down the bottom of your palm. 

“Oh, I cut myself cutting something in the kitchen one time,” you explain, somewhat embarrassedly. 

He hums sympathetically, moving to another scar just shy of your knuckle. “What about this one?” 

“I’d forgotten that a pan I’d set in the sink was still hot.” Your voice gets softer as his fingers soothe over your hands bit by bit. “I brushed the back of my hand against it without thinking.” 

A small sound escapes him, equal parts fondness and exasperation. “And these?” He thumbs over two nearly identical white lines, one just above the other on your wrist. 

 “Burned myself on the oven rack.” You look at them sheepishly. “Twice.” 

Remus huffs a laugh, finishing with the oil and bringing your arm to his chest. “So what I’m getting from this is, you’re never going into a kitchen again.”

“Hey,” you say with a smile, “a girl’s got to eat.” 

“I’ll cook for you,” he bargains. 

“Every meal?” 

“If it means keeping you from injuring yourself, yes.” 

“I might be amenable to that,” you say, looking at him consideringly, “if…you let me put this stuff on your scars for you sometimes.” 

Remus’ lips curve slightly as he leans forward, stamping them on your forehead. “It’s a deal, lovely girl. We can do it for each other, yeah?” 

“Sounds good.” You peck his cheek in return, hopping down from the counter. “So, what’s for dinner? I was going to make myself a grilled cheese, but if you’re cooking I’m thinking more along the lines of lobster bisque.”

[diana-bluewolf]

It’s this blog's first birthday! 🥳 Wanted to gather some of my fav drawings and thoughts about being in the fandom.

Being in a fandom is not always easy, but it is definitely worth it. 

1. It’s a perfect soft-skill trainer. It teaches me to focus on what I can control (like my reactions) rather than what I can’t (other people’s opinions). To be myself and not be ashamed of my interests. To stop overthinking and just enjoy the process. To accept imperfection as an inevitable part of any art…and myself. To stop comprehending the terms ‘self-indulgent’ and ‘cringe’ as synonyms. To prioritise my own well-being to avoid burn-out. And most importantly, not to cringe at my art I posted a day ago 🤣

2. It's a powerful therapy tool. I mean, have you tried to write an OC? Poor things, I don't envy them, but it turned out to be a perfect instrument to understand my own head's wiring better. It's like my subconscious is speaking to me through my OC's actions. I started this blog at one of the most challenging times in my life (let's just say that characters with external and internal scars appeal to me on a personal level. Not to be dramatic. Ok, I am, sorry, it's my only flaw), and it affected Chris severely, to the extent that I couldn't even imagine it would. But all the insights I got about myself via him are priceless. 

3. It’s the best source of inspiration. I had been in the art block for years, but seeing your guys cool art reignited my desire to draw. It was difficult (to say the least) to start posting amateur art about my MC on the blog that was followed for the screenshots of the popular characters, but I’m glad I did because, in another case, I would have never met some of my friends here. My art style is inconsistent as I keep experimenting, so some of my drawings are way better than others, but I’m still growing and proud of it. 

4. And most importantly, it's brought me together with some of the coolest people in my life. I'm so grateful to everyone who follows/followed me. Thank you so much for your support now or in the past, even if you just lurk. If you regularly appear on my notifs, I do recognise you and am very grateful. Even if I don't always respond - sorry, it's just because my social battery is often very low. I'm the most introverted introvert irl, even though I don't seem like one here. I'm training to overcome my social anxiety here, can you tell? 🤣 

Here I wanted to write something about my moots, but…Well, I have no idea how to continue whatever I had intended to write because just a thought of you all got me terribly overwhelmed with warm fuzzy feelings 😑 I blame you, guys 😤 So I will just write that I love you, but know this is an understatement.

Love this fandom, its creativity and all the incredibly talented and supportive people here. You guys are the best 🤗

[readychilledwine]

Bound by Fate

Azrielx Archeron Oc

A/N- happy day 4 of my week celebrating over 100 new friends 💙 here is the winning poll piece with Azriel and our little Archeron OC, Kaylee. This mostly takes place pre-hybern and the Cauldron, but expect a turn at the end. This is a little bit of a Rollercoaster because I love the idea of Az and Kaylee going into her being made already kind of courting.

Summary - After her older sister returns home with 3 males in tow, Kaylee finds her life turn upside down by one of them. She is unknowingly drawn to the scarred male, and he to her.

Less fun Warnings - mentions of death and child loss (nothing graphic just in a healing house sense), mentions of SA, angst. Kidnapping

The fun warnings - smut, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, dom/sub dynamics (because what kind of Az fic doesn't pay into bdsm?), innocent oc, one use of impact play

Word count - around 3866

Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

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The first time Azriel came, Feyre and Kaylee held eye contact, communicating silently. Her older sister had brought 3 men, males, she corrected herself, into their home, and now, she sat next to the one who had pretty blue gems. She supposed he was pretty, too.

If you liked your partner to quite possibly be able to kill you with their bare teeth.

And Kaylee supposed, again, that she maybe did. She looked at him before looking at Feyre and then went back to poking at her food.

When she went to bed that night, locked in her room alone by Nesta's orders, Kaylee could have sworn she saw a shadow move before something cool danced in hair and laced between her fingers.

On his second visit, Azriel found himself looking for Kaylee. He had bought something for her at a jewelry shop, without any inkling as to why. He held the small box containing the pretty raw sapphire necklace as he entered her room at the estate.

He froze at the sight of her. Her long sandy blonde hair was damp, she was wrapped in a soft fluffy robe. She was sitting at her vanity, frozen as she stared back at him. "Aren't you supposed to be dropping a letter off to Nesta?" Her voice reminded him of summer rain. It had played in his mind constantly the past couple weeks.

"I did. I was hoping to see you." He smiled as a flush instantly hit her face, gracing her cheekbones. "Only if that is okay, though. Nesta and Elain do not know I snunk up here." Kaylee nodded. She motioned for him to join her in the room, and he sat on her bed. The smell of jasmine and vanilla hit him instantly. Expensive, a shadow whispered. "How is the healing house?"

Kaylee smiled as she turned to him, running an oil through her long beautiful hair. Soft, another shadow whispered. "It's been okay. Lots of kids this week with colds and allergies. Poor little things."

"Do you want kids someday?" The question was out before Azriel could stop himself. "Sorry I-"

"With the right person, yes." Kaylee answered without hesitation. "But only if Feyre likes them. Which I guess gives me my short lifetime to find someone." Azriel felt his heart deflate at the reminder. Human, a shadow whispered. She is just human.

Azriel stood as she turned back to the mirror, keeping the box behind his back and he approached her. "Hold your hair up for me, Kaylee." She watched him from the mirror but did as he asked. "I bought this for you. I thought I couldn't help but to think of it with your eyes when I saw it." She allowed him access to her neck without fear as she watched him. His hands were shaking from his nerves as he placed the delicate necklace on her and closed the latch.

He couldn't help himself as he reached behind her, positioning the stone so it sat perfectly centered above her breasts. "Beautiful," he whispered to her softly. "Absolutely beautiful."

On his third visit, Azriel wasn't even supposed to technically be there. He had been trying to get into the Mortal Queen's Castle. During his flight, he was struck with an arrow. It wasn't ash, wasn't laced with faebane, but he took advantage of the injury nonetheless, using it as an excuse to see Kaylee. He was currently sat on her vanity stool, shirtless, as she cleaned the wound. "I don't know much about fae healing. It looks like it's already closing, though."

Azriel chuckled. "It probably is. I just wanted an excuse to see you." He laughed again as her face flushed and she smacked him on the shoulder. "Can you blame a male for wanting a pretty girl to tend to his injuries?"

Kaylee shook her head smiling before moving to clean the barely there cut on his face. "You are a shameless flirt, Azriel."

"Only when it comes to you, honeybee." He adjusted the sapphire necklace, smiling slightly. "How are you?"

Kaylee shrugged. "Nesta and Cassian got into it today when he stopped by. The energy of the house has been off since then. It's just a heavy feeling?" She looked at him, hoping he understood what she meant and he nodded. "How are you?"

"I was shot with an arrow today, Kaylee. I too have had better days." She couldn't help but to laugh at the statement, her head falling into his shoulder. He'd do anything to hear her laugh, to see her smile. "I did get to see you. So that does make up for it." She pulled back slightly, her face near his. The cut was long gone, the wound in his side had closed and all that was left was a faint pink mark.

Az, a familiar purr came into his mind. Where are you?

Almost to the wall. I'll be home soon. Azriel locked Rhysand out, his hand absent-mindedly moving to Kaylee's face.

Neither of them know if he moved in, or if she did, but one second there was a breath of air between them, the next, there was nothing but his lips on hers. Moving together as he pulled her closer between his legs and her hands came to rest on his chest.

It felt like, for once, something good was in his pathway. Something whole and pure. He pulled away from her, instantly missing the taste of honey and green tea that lingered on her, and rested his forehead against hers. "I have to go, Rhys is calling for me."

Kaylee just nodded. "Was that your way of saying goodbye?" Azriel nodded. "We should always say goodbye like that then."

"Agreed."

Azriel's third visit was spent mapping out the house. He had not seen Kaylee since his last stop, but a small box sat heavy in his pocket waiting for the moment Nesta was done with him so he could see her.

"The last room is Kay's," the oldest sister glared at him. "She might be in there, so if she is, do not speak with her and leave her alone." Azriel nodded. "She's had a rough week."

Azriel opened the door, closing it behind him when he found the mortal who haunted his every waking moment curled in a ball on her bed. Crying. Lost someone. The shadow he had trailing her told him. Little one.

Azriel sat on her bed, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Kaylee." She was instantly in his arms, crying harder as he held her against him. He adjusted slightly so she'd be in his lap, then pulled the box out and set it on her night stand. "It's okay, honeybee."

"It's not fair," and Azriel knew it wasn't. The shadow had finished filling him in. "He didn't even have a chance." He shushed her softly, pulling her in tighter. "It's just not fair."

"I know, Kaylee. I know. The loss of a babe is never fair, nor easy." They held each other in silence until her sobs became soft sniffles. Asleep. Likes to cuddle with the otter on the corner of the bed. We snuggle it every night. Azriel could have laughed at his shadows' confession. He laid Kaylee down, tucking her into the bed and handing her the otter. He watched as the shadow he had unknowingly lost to her weaved between her fingers and almost nestled into her. Ours, it whispered.

He kissed her lips gently and whispered a goodbye to her, leaving a quickly scribbled note with the box.

His fourth visit wasn't fun, nor did it allow him much time with her. He watched as Nesta fixed Kaylee's long soft waves, dissatisfied with the looks of her youngest sister.

They all had told the sisters how beautiful they looked, only for Nesta to back hand the compliment to Kaylee. "Had someone been home earlier, she'd look better."

There's nothing fucking wrong with her, Rhysand growled into the link he, Cassian, and Azriel were sharing. What is Nesta's fucking problem with her younger siblings?

From what my shadows caught, Kaylee did not get home until almost an hour ago. Something happened last night and she was pulled from bed.

That explains the medicine smell on her skin still. Cassian said softly. I think she looks fine. She looks extra glowy in that shade of blue, wouldn't you say, Azriel?

Ah yes, Rhysand said. With that clearly fae made jewelry. Admit you're courting her, Brother. We do not care..

Azriel slammed them out, moving to Kaylee as Nesta tried to force her younger sister to let her tie her hair up in braids. "Enough. She looks fine." He pulled Kaylee back to the wall by him and Cassian. They shared a silent look between them. He smiled as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, exposing the sapphire earrings he had purchased her.

Kaylee whispered quietly, "They're late." Cassian shrugged, trying to hide his annoyance. Kaylee jumped as a male suddenly appeared before her, guards and the queens winnowing in. Her hand had grabbed Azriel's, and he had protectively pulled the youngest sister behind him, almost handing her to Cassian with a growl. They did not get to kiss goodbye on that visit. An action Azriel would fly back soon to fix.

He had flown back a week later, sneaking into her room using the balcony door, and waited for her on her bed. He had not noticed her bathroom light was on. he was just anxiously waiting, mind in his own world. "Oh Gods! Azriel! You have to stop sneaking up on me." His gaze shot up and instantly widened.

Kaylee was standing there in her towel. Her long legs exposed to him, her upper chest exposed to him. "I-" he shut his mouth as quickly as he opened it and looked away.

"Is everything okay?" Kaylee moved closer to him until she was right in front of him. "Are you okay?"

He swallowed thickly, eyes locked on her toned thighs. "You are naked."

"Do fae not bathe naked? You all just leave your clothing on? Are you all ever naked?" He smirked at the question and bit at the bait she had tossed out.

"I'm naked when I bathe, Kaylee. I spend a lot of time naked actually." She hummed softly, tucking the end of her towel into itself. "Everything is fine, by the way. I just had a night off and thought I'd spend it seeing you." Kaylee nodded and smiled. "I figured we could maybe talk, or-" he trailed off, eyes on her legs again.

"Ooooor?" He shook his head. "Or what, Azriel?"

He swallowed again. "I will be honest. I forgot every idea I had once I realized you were naked."

Kaylee was debating something. Finally making her choice she dropped the towel, crawling into his lap, bare to him. "Does my nakedness bother you?" Azriel groaned, instantly switching their positions so she was below him.

He growled at her slightly parted lips before diving into them and kissing her deeply. His hands began to roam, going up from her waist to her breasts and squeezing the tender flesh. He devoured her moans, groaning in response as her legs fell wider apart to allow him more space. He moved his lips from hers, kissing down her neck, then biting into the pulse point softly.

Kaylee was responsive to him, to his every touch, lick, and kiss. He felt as if he were a sex God at how the littlest things he did seemed to be magic to her. "You are so beautiful. You know that?" He whispered into her ear before lightly biting it. She doesn't, the shadow said. She doesn't believe you. Azriel lifted her from the bed, pulling them in front of her full length floor mirror and stationed himself behind her. He continued kissing her neck and shoulders, hands playing with her nipples as she turned to hide her face in his neck.

Her skin was on fire with every touch of his hands, only to be instantly cooled by his shadows. "So fucking beautiful," Azriel groaned into her neck. "Look at yourself in the mirror and say you're beautiful."

His hands roamed lower and lower, finger tips leaving goosebumps in their wake as he continued to kiss her neck. "Az-"

"I gave you an order, little one," he bit harshly at her pulse point, soaking in her gasp and moan. "I expect you to follow it."

Kaylee's eyes rolled back as she moaned again. "Look in the mirror and say you are beautiful." Kaylee pulled back from him slightly, holding eye contact with him before realizing he was serious. "Do it or I stop. I will leave you here wet and alone, Kaylee. I only play with good girls."

She whimpered softly. His hand came up to grip her jaw, turning her face to look into the mirror. He had her spread out to him, his other large hand splayed on her lower stomach and public mound. "How can you see this beautiful body, those eyes, those legs, every fucking day and not realize how beautiful you are? Say. It."

Kaylee swallowed thickly as he watched her. "I'm beautiful," Azriel's hand on her chin moved to her throat, gripping gently. His other hand moved lower again, cupping her sex as he groaned at the feeling of her dripping for him.

"Again." He commanded.

"I'm beautiful," a single finger moved through her folds, gathering wetness.

"Again, honeybee."

"I'm beautiful." Azriel pushed his finger into her tight entrance, rewarding her obedience. "Fuck, Az." He slowly pulled it out, pushing it back in again. Watching her watch him.

"Look at how pretty you look right now with your cunt swallowing my finger." She blushed instantly at his words, moaning as he curled the digit into a spot she had never found before. "Such a pretty cunt, Kaylee." He slipped a second finger in, the stretch almost burning as Kaylee moaned. "Has anyone else played with you, beautiful? Or is this tight little hole all mine?" He knew immediately based on the blush and smirked. "Say red if you want to stop at any point, baby."

His fingers began moving inside of her as he continued to force her to watch. He was opening and closing them like scissors, curling them into that spot teasingly, pulling them out just to push them back in so slowly. "You smell so fucking divine, baby. I bet you taste like heaven." He growled in her ear as she tried to look at him. He ripped his fingers from her, smacking her soaked cunt lightly. He delighted in the squeal that left her throat followed by a whine. "Eyes stay on the mirror." He pushed his fingers back in, palm grazing the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. "Follow my rules and I will reward you, Kaylee. Break them and I will have to teach you some lessons. Am I understood?"

"Yes," she nodded as best she could with the hand still holding her throat.

"Yes sir," he corrected her.

"Yes sir." He nodded and began to pleasure her again, shadows moving in play with her peaked nipples. A heat Kaylee had rarely experienced in her self exploration began to build in her stomach. A coil was tightening and building quickly as she moaned more and more. Azriel was smirking watching her, feeling her walls fluttering around his fingers. "Az," she lost her thoughts as he put pressure on her clit again.

"I know, Kaylee. I can tell. Do you want to cum? Want to soak my hand like a good girl?" She began nodding eagerly. "Do you deserve to?"

"Yes sir." She answered instantly. A smile bloomed on his face. "Please?"

"Tell me why you deserve to cum."

"Because I was good, and I listened-" She moaned loudly as his fingers began constantly curling into that spot, his palm constantly running over her clit. "Sir. Please."

"Tell me one last time what I want to hear."

"I'm beautiful."

"Yes you are, baby. Cum for me." Kaylee finished stunningly. Her back arching slightly as her hips began to ride his hand. Her lips parted in a silent scream as that coil snapped. Azriel watched in bliss, eyes wide as hers squeezed shut and her cunt pulsed around his fingers, soaking them like he had predicted.

He slowed his movements, riding her high out gently as he whispered praise in her ear. He slowly removed his fingers from her but forced her to watch him in the mirror again. He put them in his mouth, the feral being inside of him growling at the taste of her pleasure and essence. He sucked and licked his fingers clean, maintaining eye contact with her. "Heaven." He confirmed before turning her in his arms. "You taste like heaven."

She fell asleep in his arms that night, his naked body pressed tight against hers. She had stopped before it went too far, wanting to wait to cross that line fully once they had looked into fae and human couplings more. Azriel had played with her hair before falling asleep as well.

He had relectantly drug himself out of her bed, only waking her to kiss her goodbye as the sun began to rise.

The next visit was silent and tense. "How long has she been missing?" Cassian asked softly. "When was she last seen?"

Elain shook her head. "She was at the healing house. They said a man came, asking for her specifically by name and claiming his son had fallen ill. Kaylee is known for her work with children. She hasn't been seen since."

Rhys rolled his eyes. "Right. We got that. How long ago was it?" Feyre was holding Azriel's hand tightly as the male tried to school his expression and breath.

"About two weeks ago." Nesta finally answered.

"Our sister has been gone for two weeks, and you haven't looked for her?"

"It wouldn't be the firs-" Cassian cut Nesta off with a single hand raised to her.

"I do not want to hear your excuses. Az?"

"I will find her." The shadow singer said softly. "She should have one shadow with her. If it hasn't come back to me-" His jaw tightened. The sentence didn't need to be finished as he and Rhys made eye contact and the high lord nodded. It was clear to all of the fae in the room. Kaylee was alive, but possibly in danger.

Somewhere in Hybern, Kaylee pulled her knees to her chest as she sat locked in a dark cell. Fae males were guarding her as she sniffled and cried for what felt like the 1000th time today.

She had been forced to bathe and dine with a king. One who whispered in her ear what he planned to do to her, to her sisters, before hurting her, using her, laughing while she cried and a human male watched.

Kaylee watched from the corner of her eye as the little shadow that followed her returned with more. One tried to approach the cell before falling still on the ground and regrouping to join the other ones.

She was losing hope. Hope that Rhys could hear her as she screamed for him mentally. Hope that Feyre would come save her. Losing hope that anyone could come save her. Kaylee fiddled with the chain of her necklace as she cried harder. Help me, she pleaded mentally to anyone listening. Someone please help me.

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Kaylee didn't bother fighting the guards pulling her into the throne room. She knew the pathway well at this point. Nesta was struggling, Elain was crying. Kaylee just walked, numb to all of it. Nesta and Elain were stopped at a certain point while Kaylee was dragged to the King of Hybern and forced to sit at his feet.

Rhys growled loudly at the sight of her. "What did you do to her?! Kaylee! Honey, look at me!" She refused to look at Rhysand, wrapping her hand around the King's calf and playing the part of the good little toy he had forced her to become.

"You and Kaylee have something in common now dear Rhysand. You're both little pleasure whores." The king tilted her jaw, eyes sparkling with the lifelessness he found in Kaylee's. "The only difference is my toy had to be broken into submission while you handed yours away freely."

He dropped her jaw and Kaylee zoned out, waiting for what she knew was coming, almost begging for it. She blocked out Elain's screams. She blocked out the panic as Nesta stayed in too long. She blocked out the image of Cassian reaching for her older sister despite being nearly unconscious.

"Put my pet in. I want to see if she's worth breeding once she is fae." A soft growl snapped Kaylee back to reality. She knew it was Azriel. She knew he was dying. She almost fought as the Hybern guards gripped her arms, but it all went limp as one realized what she was about to do and back handed her. "Evidently there is some fight left in her. No matter, that can be fixed."

Kaylee allowed them to drag and lift her. She heard Feyre scream as Rhys held her back. But all Kaylee felt was water and cold and pain.

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Azriel woke up in his own bed, squeezing his eyes shut before his hands shot to his chest. "You're fully healed," a tired voice came from the corner as Rhysand stood. "You've been asleep for 3 days."

"Cassian-" Azriel began coughing and Rhysand handed him water.

"Asleep in his room. He's been awake off and on. His wings will be fine. Just a slow healing process." Rhysand sat on the edge of Azriel's bed. "Feyre is in Spring acting as a spy. She is okay." Rhysand handed Azriel broth, hoping to help him build strength. "Nesta and Elain are awake. Traumatized, but awake and alive." He watched as Rhysand swallowed thickly. "Kaylee hasn't woken up yet. She shows no signs of waking up anytime soon. Madja and her team are monitoring her day and night. I am going into her mind every so often looking for changes."

"Take me to her." Rhysand sighed heavily at the request. "Rhys. Take me to Kaylee. Please."

The high lord nodded. "They all have powers now, Az. We can't tell what they all are, but be aware, Kaylee's body is strumming with her magic. I don't know why or what she is, but she's dangerous, Az."

Azriel nodded, moving to stand and walk with Rhys. "Did Cassian?"

"The bond snapped for him the second he saw her. We were correct. Just like I have a feeling we're about to be again." He opened the door to the room next to Azriel's.

The brothers entered the room quietly and Azriel released a soft sob. Kaylee was asleep, hair spread out on the pillow as she took deep breaths. Azriel knew what Rhysand meant immediately. Her power was intoxicating, all consuming. His eyes flicked to the birds and other animals watching from the ledge of her balcony. He shot Rhysand a questioning look, and the High Lord shrugged.

Azriel began to note the changes in her. Her ears had changed shape, her limbs slightly longer, cheekbones higher. He fixed her necklace, and removed her earrings gently. Azriel took her small hand in his, ignoring the strumming glittering bond that snapped the second he touched her.

Rhys paused as he studied the light of it. "Azriel, did you two?"

"Not to the full extent, no." His brother was stroking her head. "We played. That's it." Rhys nodded. Grabbing two chairs so they could sit with her.

He was in Kaylee's mind. She was dreaming about walking through the woods and countless animals and lesser fae. Her mind showed no signs of waking her anytime soon. "I have Amren looking into her dream symbolism and her sudden new furry and feathery friends, we have guesses, but-"

"All we can do is wait?" Azriel's voice was desperate as he kissed Kaylee's cold fingers.

"Correct. All we can do is wait."

[asimpwithfreetime]

Hi, I really like your work and if you didn't mind, could I ask of yandere Neteyam x Na'vi reader, you can choose the promt and setting.

Obliviously if you don't mind!

Idea: Yandere Neteyam forcing the bond because he is jealous

You belong with me (Yandere! Neteyam x Na’vi reader)

Content warnings: English isn’t my first language, this hasn’t been proofread yet, Neteyam is aged up

General warnings: yandere Neteyam, yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, manipulative yandere! Neteyam, violent! Neteyam, bonding without consent (even though they had planned it just for a few days later), animalistic growling, Neteyam crying just like yandere Jake

[ 3rd Person POV ]

Y/n and Neteyam had promised each other they would mate before Eywa once they turned into adulthood. They promised that since the beginning of their relationship.

The time was near and Y/n seemed quite nervous. Mating with the future Olo’eyktan isn’t the easiest thing to do. Knowing the judging glares some female omatikaya gave her.

With that, she tried to keep herself distracted during the day (when she didn’t have chores or errands). Neteyam didn’t mind at all, he was nervous himself too. And there was an obsessive thought that was taking over his mind, the closeness of having Y/n all for himself had him excited with the idea.

He felt anger any time a male talked to her, even if it was his own father. She shouldn’t be beaming at any other Na’vi. Her sweet smile and kind words should be all his.

And when there were just a few days away from the mating, he snapped. All the omatikaya knew that Y/n was with Neteyam and Neteyam was with Y/n. Quite literally, everyone knew it.

But there he was, a young Na’vi warrior trying to court Neteyam’s soon to be mate. She seemed shy but she was telling him (nicely) that she didn’t want anything to do with him.

He seemed like he had desisted. But it wasn’t like that. Y/n felt bad for the boy, but she knew she wanted Neteyam. She had chosen long ago.

That evening, Y/n went to the tree of souls, asking Eywa to help her ease the tension and nervousness that she had been feeling cooling up in her stomach.

She didn’t hear the Na’vi approaching her. The same boy from that morning. He started talking, going on and on, saying that he was a way better potential mate than Neteyam. The boy wasn’t aggressive or tried to impose, he was just a little bit of annoying. Y/n, once again, declined nicely.

The boy seemed to not get it. Probably one of the young warriors who had just finished one big hunt and thought they owned the place.

From between the bioluminescent plants, Neteyam emerged. “She is mine! Back off” the tone was harsh, she didn’t remember the dark look over Neteyam’s eyes.

“You guys haven’t bonded yet” the boy said, trying to sound confident, the figure of Neteyam making his voice crack, “She isn’t from anyone yet”.

Neteyam growled low in his throat. He then hissed, showing of his fangs and the Max look in his eyes. He jumped over the other boy and started punching him. Y/n suppressed a scream. “Neteyam! Stop!” She found her voice back once the other boy started bleeding.

Neteyam didn’t stop, the low growls coming from deep inside of him. Y/n started crying the moment she saw the bloody state the other Na’vi was in. Neteyam stopped the moment he heard her sobs.

He got up and got close to her kneeling down. “I’m so sorry baby, didn’t mean to scare you” he said, hugging her, some of the blood painting her body as well. “Please, please, don’t cry” he said, his own eyes watering and his lip quivering.

“Please, baby, look at me” his pleadings weren’t heard, Y/n was not only mad, but scared. She looked at his as if she was seeing a demon. “Get away from me!” She hollered, her own hisses scarring Neteyam. “But I was protecting you” he cried, lowering more onto the floor. She got away from him, trying to pry him away. He cried, he whimpered and tried in all ways possible to get a hold of her. He was uncontrollable, like a baby crying and wailing for his mother. He reached for her and used all his force to get to her.

She couldn’t resist it. Seeing him crying so hard made her feel bad, until she saw the other boy almost unconscious. But he had already reached her. She couldn’t react fast enough to stop him form connecting both braids together. “There” he said crying. “Now that we are mated before Eywa in the tree of our ancestors, you are mine and I am yours” he cuddled her, even when she tried to get away form his grasp.

“You belong with me now” Neteyam’s voice softened little by little, his body jerking while he was catching his breath. Y/n looked around dumbfounded. What had just happened?

[spidrzfall]

I'm Not Her. Part 2 ( good ending ) ⤑ Peter Parker.

Here's part two of I'm Not Her. There will be an alternative ending as well! This is the good ending. *bad ending will be uploaded later tomorrow, so stay tuned !! love you guys <3 - A.

☆° Peter Parker x Male Reader

☆°• FLUFF !

°•▪︎ Fem readers DNI ♡♡

♧ warnings: None ♧

♡ READ PART ONE : Click me!

♡ The bad ending: Click me!

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It’s been weeks from now since the argument with (M/N) and Peter has been going crazy. On one hand he wanted to give (M/N) his space; let him cool down, regain his thoughts so they can talk over what had happened at the restaurant and on the other hand Peter wanted to just go and talk to (M/N) and practically beg the other to listen to his explanation and apologizes but Peter knew that wouldn’t work, it wouldn’t fix anything. The best thing was just space, and that scared Peter. It scared him because in the back of his mind there were constant thoughts of just the worst cases possible, it was something he dreaded.

Peter needed to clear his mind

So, Peter did what he did best; be Spider-Man, stop crime, occasionally get his ass kicked, go home, patch up, and sleep. For weeks this was Peter's routine and everyday he found himself always swinging to his boyfriend's place, every day he fought crime, the one neighborhood he found himself going to was (M/N)’s maybe in hope that he’d see him and they’d talk, but it never happened. That disappointed Peter, the fact there wasn’t even a sign of (M/N) in his life anymore and he had nobody else to blame but himself for being stupid and letting his own thoughts consume what he says. Sitting in his bed alone, headphones plugged into his cellphone as much played the lyrics finding their way into his head as his thoughts only crept to (M/N)...like a trance Peter imagined the warmth of the man’s body against his, looking back at the insane amount of times they cuddled on his mattress music distantly playing in the background as they forgot about the world only focused on each other. Peter could practically feel the man next to him as he held out an arm to wrap it around their waist only for it to fall onto the mattress reminding Peter he wasn’t really there. (M/N) wasn’t really there.

He was tired of waiting. Tired of just imagining him nearby only for air to greet him back, it was all such a spur of the moment for him. This was just supposed to be a normal patrol, looking around for people who needed help and keeping watch, that was it. Life sometimes throws so many different things in your way though as Peter shot out one of his webs to the familiar building's roof as he stuck to the wall, crawling his way down to the 12th floor as he peeked through the window, curtains wide open a clear view of (M/N)’s kitchen. His hidden eyes staring through as he saw the man walking back and forth, trays of freshly baked hot cookies sat on the marble counter of the kitchen. Peter smiled softly, his heart full once more as he saw (M/N)’s face once more, missing seeing all the things that made (M/N) so unique…his skin complexion…the acne scars on his cheeks, how he missed everything about the man. 

Peter couldn’t help it as he knocked on the windows glass catching the attention of the man inside the complex as he saw (M/N) squinting his eyes as he approached the closed window which Peter leaned his head onto until the man opened it up. Peter sighed in relief as he stared at the other… “Hey” was all that left Peter’s mouth, quietly spoken as if he was unsure of speaking. “Hey…what are you doing here?” (M/N) spoke, his voice ringing in Peter’s ears, missing the sound of it and embracing it like a symphony. 

“I was just in the area”

“You were just in the area?”

“You’re making cookies”

He had to change the subject; he couldn’t blatantly admit his only reasoning for even being in this part of town was just to see (M/N). It’s not that it bruised his ego but more so he wasn’t sure what response he’d get and he couldn’t take a shot in the dark anymore. (M/N) looked at Peter, well at the Spider-Man mask that laid on his face, as he sighed “yes, i made cookies…” – “was there a reason?” – “Do I need a reason to bake or is that something Gwen wouldn’t do?” (M/N) spoke back more harshly than he intended. Peter sighed as he nodded, his voice muffled by the mask as he replied “No, but I was just curious. You hardly bake unless you need to take your mind off something." He leaned his head against the windows frame, “or someone” (M/N) mumbled. 

“Look, I'm sorry for what I said...I’m serious when I say I didn’t mean it, it was a stressful week for me, but that wasn’t an excuse to lash out on the person I love the most. I know you'd rather I not spew out my bullshit but I need to, (M/N). I love you; I really do love you, I'm so sorry that it took me temporarily losing you to realize that…Truth is I can’t do anything without you, my life isn’t worth living if you’re not in it. I miss just having you around to talk, to mess around with, waking up every day to at least one good morning text from you. I miss how you’d light up my day with your smile and calls throughout the evening. I miss everything, I miss you.” Peter spoke as he finally got it off his chest.

(M/N) stood there, staring at the reflection of himself in the lenses of Peter's spider suit as he had a soft smile on his face, his cheeks warm. “Thanks..for saying that, Peter. I know you’re sorry…i know you didn’t mean it but it still hurts, like really hurts. Hearing you say you technically didn’t love me, it just…it felt bad. It’s not that I don’t want to accept your apology, I do but you have to understand how I feel too, how it still hurts and it’s gonna take some time for me to fully get over it” (M/N) spoke gently as he peered down seeing Peter take his hand and intertwine their fingers together which brought a smile to his face. “I know, I understand…we can work on it together, right?” Peter mumbled. “Yeah, together.” (M/N) reassured as he gently squeezed Peter’s hand.

“Do you want some cookies?”

“Here I thought you weren’t going to ask”

It didn’t take long for (M/N) to come back with a small plastic bag, inside a few cookies enveloped in some napkins as he handed them to Peter which he gladly accepted, “Thank you, civilian” Peter thanked as he held the bag in one of his hands. “So I’m a civilian now?” (M/N) teased as he crossed his arms. “Yeah, but a handsome one” Peter quickly chimed a smirk underneath his mask as (M/N) slightly pulled it up to Peter’s nose, the both finally embracing into a short yet loving kiss, as Peter dropped the cookies onto the wooden floor of the apartment as his hands enveloped (M/N)’s cheeks before the other pulled away

“My cookies”

“Hey, I said I wanted some not that I’d take care of them”

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

[sazandorable]

akai shuuichi

For nearly a year now I have been plagued by awareness of and lust for Akai Shuuichi from classic manga/anime series Detective Conan, of all things. It never stops. It keeps getting worse. My friends with me in the fandom are angels of patience, indulgence and gentle teasing, but for everyone out of that loop I need to explain.

Akai Shuuichi.

He's got striking green eyes and identifiably long lashes.

He is so tall, wears leather jackets, and often has one or both hands in his pockets.

He's left-handed.

He smokes.

He drives cool cars.

He has lived in the UK, in Japan, and in LA.

He used to have princess long hair he was super proud about. He chopped it all off after "a bad breakup" (more on this later).

Most of the time he looks like death badly warmed over in a prehistoric microwave oven. Bags under his eyes, sharp boney facial structure that makes his face look like a skull, an entire scene dedicated to him dropping a can of shitty coffee in dramatic slow-mo, apparently out of exhaustion. I want to bundle him in a huge duvet and spoonfeed him chicken soup.

He is so fucking smart.

He is so fucking funny in a deadpan way.

He looks so serious but does the wildest shit like it's a normal (and easy) thing to do.

He is a sniper. An absurdly good one.

Also excellent physical fighter. He's so cool, he doesn't do karate or judo like the protag's close allies or even boxing like Sherlock Holmes -- he does Jeet Kune Do like Bruce Lee.

He is good at everything.

He's FBI, one of their best.

He doesn't say shit but understands everything.

At any given point you have no idea where the fuck Akai is and what he's doing, but he'll always be where he's needed.

Hottest trait: reliable. Unfailingly reliable.

He infiltrated the big bad meanie shadow organisation at the heart of the series' overarching plot and became a very high-ranking member of it.

Now that he's been found out and burned, the common reaction to Akai Shuuichi from members of that organisation is "shit, he's our biggest threat, kill kill kill".

A guy from the organisation once realised he was being chased by the Akai Shuuichi and immediately shot himself in the head rather than deal with him.

Another shot himself after having been dealt with by Akai Shuuichi.

To be fair, it's apparently the guideline of the org to not leave loose ends and not get caught alive, but still. This doesn't happen with other characters.

He was a honey pot.

His seduction method was to let his target hit him with her car and then hit on her when she visited him in the hospital.

He ended up catching genuine feelings for her. Then she got killed, so now he has angst about that.

He refers to wanting to avenge her death and kill the guy that killed her as "I'll make my girlfriend cry tears of scarlet blood in regret for ever dumping me".

He says to himself "Hi, my precious, precious lover ❤" while sniping at the man who killed her through that guy's own sniper scope from over 700 yards away.

Hits him, too. 600+ episodes later the guy still has the scar on his cheek and touches it occasionally.

He also dated a FBI colleague, whom he first met when they bumped into each other and he pointed out she should apologise too because "the blame was 50/50".

She was super offended. And then she dated him.

Another, male, colleague once referred to Akai Shuuichi as "my wife".

The official resident Pretty Boy fanservice man is obsessed with him because he believes Akai caused the death of his own childhood friend(/boyfriend).

It was actually the pretty boy's own fault. For incomprehensible reasons, instead of ever telling him that, Akai "the blame is 50/50" Shuuichi takes on that responsibility and even tells him he still feels sorry about it, and lets this incredibly dangerous man repeatedly try to out and/or kill him and put so, so many people in danger in an attempt to get his revenge. It is all incredibly homoerotic.

He still humiliates this guy every time they meet, and sometimes when they don't.

He's so sweet about so many upsetting things like this or his own honeypot girlfriend incident, but also so ruthless about others. He'll do anything to get a foot into the shadow organisation. He'll use himself as bait. He'll use a colleague who idolises him as decoy (with his knowledge and consent). He'll use a 6yo as scout. He'll use a comatose woman, her little brother, your crush's dad, your dad, his ex, himself again.

"No, Conan-kun, don't get your loved ones entangled into this, what we do is dangerous and sometimes we get people killed. Anyway let's use this entire hospital full of injured civillians for a high-risk trick." - Akai Shuuichi

He's so sweet and also such a dick.

He also has daddy issues because his father was MI6 and seems to have died on the job in mysterious circumstances.

He's an oldest brother.

Because of his choice to start a dangerous job after what happened to his father and various other plot reasons, he is estranged from his remaining family they don't even share a last name anymore.

He and his little sister barely know each other, but she's emulating him and looking for him and trying to know him and it's so sweet. He can't let that happen for both of their safety, but also he's being a dick about it.

He faked his death.

So he's currently on his 4th name (that I know of).

He's now pretending to be a 5 years younger phD student with pink hair, glasses, and turtlenecks.

The turtlenecks are for hiding the fact that he's constantly wearing a voice-changing device. The device is a metal choker.

He's now living his best domestic quiet life at the hero's parents' manor-like house, reading their books and drinking their booze.

The hero's dad, who is a very popular author, wrote a book inspired by him. The book inspired by him got adapted into a movie and won an award.

The hero's mom, who is an incredibly talented and famous actress and a total hottie, has a crush on him. She taught him to cook.

Sometimes he drops by the neighbours' to share a meal he cooked with the old man and little girl living there and the kids often visiting. The kids told him his curry was not that great so he's working on it.

For another meal that failed to satisfy, he read cookbooks then asked an old lady to teach him the special recipe that had emotional value to her.

Man who is good at everything is not good at cooking. So he's learning that. From the women in his life. For the kids in his life.

He's so fond of the hero. They get each other and they don't usually run into anyone who does. They like each other so much. Autistic to autistic communication.

The hero is in the body of a 6-year-old. Akai is so impressed with him and thinks he's so cool and talks to him like an equal.

One time they went fishing and for a cover the hero called him "daddy".

Akai Shuuichi knows he's a weapon of destruction and can do pretty much anything. He's not a brag about it, just practical. He is basically the hero's on-call guard/attack dog now.

When the hero needs help, he calls Akai-san, and Akai says yeah, I followed the situation, I was waiting for your call, I know what you're going to ask me to do. Point me at the target and I'll take care of it.

And then he just does that.

In the latest movie, the hero needs to take care of an armoured submarine that is currently underwater and doesn't get picked up by radards. Akai goes "ok, I can handle that".

He shows up in a helicopter with an American rocket launcher and is like "ok, just show me where it is". The hero just has to light up the submarine for a couple seconds. Then Akai one-shots it. From the helicopter. While it's still underwater.

Then he goes home.

(To the hero's parents' home.)

This is Akai Shuuichi with little resources and lots of constraints, such as being an FBI agent in Japan not supposed to be there or do anything, certainly not use weapons, and by the way legally dead and cannot let the organisation know he's still alive because that would endanger several other people.

He plays the accordion.

[galaxostars]

Transfest celebration

Hi everyone ! Pride month may be over but Transfest is still very much on going and so many beautiful fics/art keep coming out every day, so feel free to check them out and give them some much deserved love <3

I will be reblogging this post every time a new work comes out so stay tuned for that + the authors' reveal next week!

The Magic of You : 13.9k, E, Petunia/Severus, James/Lily, Eileen/Tobias

One cigarette can change everything. Or when two people realise they are far more alike than they are different.

can i tell you something? : 2.7k, G, Regulus/Remus

Regulus needs to tell Remus something.

What Are Friends For? : 2k, M, Draco/Harry, Hermione/Ron

Draco offers to help Harry out with a certain problem he’s having, courtesy of starting T.

Sun's out, Guns out : art, T, Charlie Weasley

Charlie Weasley has much to be proud about. All his scars are fucking cool, the dragon claws, the eyebrow slit, the stretch marks on his hips, and ... oh yeah : his top surgery scars ! Charlie Weasley is a hot transmasc dude, what do you want more from me i'm thirsting

Full Indulgence : 14.7k, E, Fleur/Nymphadora, Nymphadora/Bill, Fleur/Nymphadora/Bill

Tonks and Bill used to fuck. Bill met Fleur, and friends-with-benefits became friends again. Now, Bill’s engaged to Fleur. Tonks thinks Fleur is hot. Really hot. Tonks cannot stop thinking about her. Bill finds out. Bill has a solution. Tonks is caught in the middle, in the best way possible.

brother, I've returned : 2.7k, G, Regulus & Sirius

Sirius and Regulus reunite after their parents' deaths. written for the HP TransFest, prompt #82: Brother, Madds Buckley or FTM Sirius left home many years ago. After his parents death he must return for the reading of the will and face the brother he left behind

I don't wanna be anything other than me : 4.3k, T, Sirius/Remus

Remus has been thinking about confiding in the boys that he is trans and a werewolf, because he is tired of hiding who he is. Lily is his best friend, but living in the girl's dormitory is taking it's toll. A story of friendship, opening up to others, and accceptance. Prompt 33: Remus ftm taking to McGonagall and the boys about switching dorms

your friends are a fate that befell me : 12.8k, E, Regulus/Sirius, Regulus/James

Self prompted : Established Sirius/Regulus, Sirius wants Regulus to make James feel better after his breakup

Fawning Over You by toxik_angel - a Podfic podfic length 4.5-5 hours, E, Draco/Harry

Harry's not sure which would be worse: Ron and Hermione finding out he buys Draco Malfoy's premium pornography and an extra gift off his wishlist every week, or Draco Malfoy finding out Harry has a horrible, distracting, embarrassing crush on him. Alt title: Whore-ton Hears a Harry.

force our smiles, baby, half dead (from comparing myself to everyone else around me) : 3.8k, M, Remus/James

Five times James was asked how he was feeling + one time Remus was asked the same.

The bleedin' hearts, the arts and that other stuff : 55.9k, E, Remus/James, Dorcas/Lily, Regulus/Sirius, Barty/Pandora/Evan

Sometimes "coming out" means going stealth with your hookup. Sometimes "going stealth" means that your hookup gets the wrong idea that you (a book-loving pacifist who writes self-proclaimed sad boi music in your spare time) are a repeat offender in the back alley knife fight department. Oops? It's all fun and games in love and war for Remus and James until somebody gets hurt. This is a FINISHED FIC With an eleventh chapter - epilogue coming post-creator reveals <33

Between These Walls : 40k, E, Harry/Severus, Luna/Rolf Scamander

Casting an eye to his former student, Severus saw Potter’s head loll onto the thin pillow. The young man faced the ceiling, expression inert and dull. Why was he in a hospital bed next to Potter three years after the war? In which Harry quits the Auror force to recover from a bout of depression, Severus starts an owl-order business from his country house, and they both learn what it means to be in a relationship for the first time.

Wine Drunk : 2.8k, T, Sirius/Remus

Prompt: Sirius is falling in love with new member of order (remus homeschooled) and notices several things and tries to put together pieces

It's not over yet : 6.9k, T, Lily & Severus, Poppy & Severus

Taking self-made potions and performing a ritual at Ostara in his fourth year - Severus Snape had thought of many aspects while planning his transition. Was there something he purposefully ignored until the last second? Certainly. Severus struggles to navigate both his parents' reaction and the reality he has to face: people will ask questions regarding his new form. Severus is sure he is no "young woman" but rather a lad, yet telling other people is intimidating. At least he got his friends and a surprise ally.

moving into me : 5.2k, T, Hermione/Ron

Veronica "Ronny" Weasley always knew something was "off" but Ronny didn't understand what it was until the Yule Ball shenanigans during fourth year. Submitted for 2024 Trans Fest Prompt 6: "Trans male Ron who doesn’t realize/come out until a few years into Hogwarts."

Make sure to leave some kudos and comments to the authors 🏳️‍⚧️🫶🏻

[stinkysam]

Buggy the Clown - Flashy flashy !

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : "Male Reader who has a big gash across the side of his face, disfiguring him. The reader feels very insecure about it and when Buggy sees his face Buggy will be like everyone else hebl knows. Disgusted. But instead Buggy calls him flashy and goes on with their conversation. Which makes the reader feel warm inside." - anon

Reader : male (he/you)

Buggy knows how it is to feel disfigured. You with your scar, him with his nose.

But because he cares more about himself than the others, he sees his disfigurement as more important as yours. Even though this isn't a competition at all.

Because of this, he doesn't really see your scar as something disfiguring you but as something easy to ignore. And even if he can't ignore it, he doesn't see it as something negative.

He thought you were confident in it until one day he heard you were hesitating to wear a mask to cover your face.

He didn't think much of it but got still curious and asked the others about it. He thought you just wanted something more to make yourself flashier than you already are, to attract attention.

So when they told him it was to hide your scar he just stared at them, blinking.

"What scar ?"

They stared back at him, looking at each other, unsure if he's joking or not.

"That big scar he has on his… face ?" One of them says with a grimace.

"Oh ! Right !" He laughs as he remembers it. "Very flashy ! Very flashy…" He smiles, scratching his chin and leaves before stopping in his tracks.

"Wait, he wants to hide his scar ? Why ?" He asks, turning back only to see you standing next to them.

"I, uh… I'm not really comfortable with it…" You said, a bit ashamed. You heard what he said before ; 'Very flashy !' and you couldn't help thinking about it. "You said it was…"

"Flashy, yeah. Why are you embarrassed by it ?" He frowned, still not understanding.

"It's… big and very visible, and… uh… ugly ?" You replied with a shrug, not really wanting to explain your insecurity in front of other crew members, turning your face a bit to show him. You expected him to grimace and be awkward about it, trying to downplay his disgust but instead he just stared at you in confusion.

"Still flashy." He said, tilting his head to the side, grabbing your face, his thumb gently caressing the edge of your scar, still not seeing what you're seeing before turning away once again and leaving. "And forget the mask, order from your captain !" He yelled, unaware he had stunned you with his soft touch and words.

Nope, whatever it is you saw in your scar, he didn't see it. He even found it cool. So you better not hide it.

The next days he watched you, making sure you were not wearing a mask or trying to hide it.

If you still choose to wear a mask despite his words, Buggy won't say much apart from "Who are you ?" because your whole face was hidden.

"It's me, [Name]."

"Oh." His smile drops, his disappointment is evident. He didn't think you'd go as far as ignoring his order to hide your scar. But he hopes it's not something you'll keep for too long.

[starsval]

headcase

remus lupin x f!reader

summary: liking remus lupin isn't easy, especially when all he does is give you mixed signals

word count: 3k

warnings: kissing, reader drinks alcohol, talking about sleeping with someone(?

I was doing fine till you crashed in my headspace And took over my mind I was sorta cool till you made me a headcase And now I'm always Getting over it, getting over you, I don't even know you Hit me with that smile Way to rip my heart out my ribcage, ooh-ooh

"so i think i'll just do it lat-" you don't finish, distracted by a certain tall boy, with honey eyes and scarred face. who just walked in.

"what happened?" lily asks, worried by your sudden change.

"i hate him" you declare, maybe for the fifth time that day.

"you don't" marlene adds, focusing on her nails.

"yeah you don't" lily agrees, turning to wave at remus.

"okay maybe i don't" you keep talking so they can't interrupt you "but i am getting over him" you announce "i can't live like this, like, i don't even remember what i was talking about 'cause he just crashed into my headspace, and now i can only think about him, and his hair, and his hands and his sweaters…"

lily talks, intervening before you can go on your daily rant about remus lupin.

"i thought you said you hated him and were getting over him?" she smiles, chuckling when you groan.

marlene also smiles, but she loudly laughs when you put your head in your hands. remus just smiled at you.

"he's gonna rip my heart out my ribcage"

Only hit me now, we were texting late When you called me up just to see my face And I can't, I can't seem to figure you out Are you with that girl back in your home town? If we never kissed, does it even count? I still can't get you out of my mouth Way to touch me, babe, way to ask a {lady?} Overthink, overcomplicate Won't you let me stay in this fake heartbreak? I'm a real headcase

you know you should be sleeping instead of texting remus. you are aware of that, but it's hard to sleep when all he's doing is giving you mixed signals. it's hard to sleep when all you're doing is thinking about him. it's hard to sleep when he asks if he can come over. and it's even harder to say no to him.

"why did you want to come over?" you ask him as he walks in, closing the door behind him.

"just wanted to see your face" he stands in front of you, ignoring the way you frown at his words, touching your cheek.

"can i be honest with you?" he smirks.

"of course" he takes a step closer to you.

"i don't think i'll ever figure you out" you rest your forehead against his chest, feeling the vibrations as he chuckles.

"good"

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"i don't get it, he comes over, spends the night and then he's making out with this girl from his hometown" you pout at your ceiling, marlene and lily next to you.

"we don't get it either" lily assures.

"maybe it's because we never kissed, maybe it doesn't count"

"i don't think remus is like that" marlene says, giving you a chocolate.

"i hate how i can't stop talking about him" you sigh, closing your eyes "in my defense, he gives really good hugs"

"maybe you're just over thinking?" lily asks, taking a chocolate from marlene.

"let me stay in this fake heartbreak please"

Honey, if you want, I could give you my weekends All you gotta do Is tell me this is true, tell me I am your weakness Just give me something I don't know how this started Is this what modern art is? You left and took my heart with

"are you free this weekend?" remus finds you as you're walking to class, getting the books from your hands to hold them for you.

"i don't know" you do know, marlene wants you to go to this party with her "why?"

"are you coming to the party?" he asks, smiling at you.

"i don't know yet" you lie, marlene would kill you if you didn't go.

"okay, i'll see you there then" he gives you your books back.

"what?" you frown.

"i'm inviting you, so you have to go" he then turns around and leaves, probably to his class.

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you see remus right when you enter, but lily quickly drags you to were marlene is waiting, so you don't see him again until an hour later. when you've already had some drinks.

"hi" he pats the spot next to him on the couch, and you sit, staring at your cup "how are you?"

"can i ask you something?" you say, ignoring him.

"sure" he puts an arm around your shoulder.

"will you please tell me that this is true? tell me i am your weakness?" you stare at him.

"are you drunk?" he take the hand that's holding your cup and puts it close to his face, smelling it "you are drunk" he confirms as he gets up, pulling you up with him.

he takes your hand in his, and walks to lily and marlene, that are talking with james and sirius.

"i'm taking her to her room" he tells the girls.

"why?" sirius asks, but one glance at you is enough, it's obvious that you're drunk.

"okay, we'll go check on her later" lily says, taking the cup from your hand as you pass next to her, following remus.

you're already in a corridor when you talk again.

"please just give me something" you say, staring at the back of his hand

"you have to sleep" he mutters, ignoring you until you reach your room.

you fall on your bed, staring at the ceiling.

"i don't know how this started" you tell him, knowing that he knows what you're talking about. you're talking about your weird relationship. you are friends, but you flirt, you stay up talking to each other, you get jealous when the other is on a date with someone. but you aren't dating. "but i hate it, i hate you"

he only smiles, knowing that you don't mean it. he sits next to you, stroking your hair, waiting until you fall asleep.

then he leaves, taking your heart with him.

And it hit me now, we were texting late Then you called me up just to see my face And I can't, can't seem to figure you out (You out), ooh-ooh Are you with that girl back in your home town? If we never kissed, does it even count? I still can't get you out of my mouth (My mouth)

you hear your name being called just as you get up to get another drink. when you turn, you see sirius walking to you.

"remus is asking for you" he says, taking your hand and dragging you with him. you hadn't seen or talked to him since that party last week.

"what?" you ask, but before he can answer, you're standing in front of a very drunk remus, whose eyes light up when he sees you.

"hi" he giggles, taking the hand sirius is holding, to hold it himself.

"hi" you reply, frowning at james, who's watching everything with a smirk "why don't you go to sleep?"

you think remus is not going to agree, but he quickly gets up.

"with you? of course" he starts walking to the door, and you can only look back at james and sirius as they laugh.

"what? remus, no, i didn't mean-" you try to talk, but he ignores you, looking back only to grin.

once you reach his room, he quickly takes off his shoes and lies on the bed, staring at you with his arms open.

"remus" you say, not getting closer to him.

"yes?" he smiles at you, and if you weren't tipsy you'd notice the sparks in your eyes are because of you.

"sleep"

"i'm trying to, but you are just standing there" he sounds genuine about it, just the same way he looks genuinely sad when you take a step towards the door.

he doesn't say anything, so you assume he's just going to give up. but before you can reach the door, you feel his hand on your wrist. and before you can say something, you're on the bed next to him, with his arms around you.

"remus?" you try to move, but his grip doesn't get any weaker, even when he's half asleep.

he hums in response, his face in your neck.

"let me go"

he doesn't reply, but you feel his smile against your skin.

"i want to go back to the party" you try again, even if it's not entirely true.

"liar" he mutters, and his arms tighten around you.

"what"

"you like being here with me" he replies, and then he finally falls asleep.

And I can't seem to figure you out Oh, I can't seem to figure you out (You out)

you wake up to a flashlight, and when you open your eyes, there's a really drunk sirius holding a camera, with a really drunk james suppressing a laugh next to him.

"what time is it?" you ask, peeling remus' arm from around you.

"like 4 am" sirius replies, taking another picture of remus, this time without flash.

"tell remus i said goodbye" you say, walking to the door, although you doubt they'll remember.

the second time you wake up, it's already bright up. and when you get to the Great Hall, you see remus staring at you.

"why is he glaring at you?" marlene asks, frowning when remus gets up.

"i don't know" you lie, but before lily can say anything, remus is already behind you.

"you weren't there when i woke up" he says it like an accusation, and before you can reply, marlene is already talking.

"what!?" she practically spits her tea "you slept with him?"

"no" you say.

"yes" he says.

"not in the way you think!" you clarify.

"why did you sleep with him?" lily asks, and you can see the smirk she's hiding.

"i didn't-"

"you did" before remus can say anything else, you get up and grab his arm, dragging him out of the Great Hall to talk.

"what?"

"you weren't there when i woke up" he repeats.

"you wanted me to be there?" you frown, because the signals he has given you definitely didn't say that.

"yes" he doesn't change his expression.

"i find that hard to believe"

"why?" he scoffs.

"really? why?" you don't know if you should ignore him or just laugh in his face.

"yes, why?"

"you act all lovely on me one day and then you are with someone else, forgive me if i don't believe that you want me around"

"i forgive you" this time you're the one who scoffs, turning around and walking again in the Great Hall, not caring if he follows you.

marlene and lily decide not to ask about it.

Are you with that girl back in your home town? If we never kissed, does it even count? I still can't get you out of my mouth (My mouth) Way to touch me, babe, way to ask a lady? Overthink, overcomplicate Won't you let me stay in this fake heartbreak? I'm the real headcase

"really? again?" peter questions as remus sits in the couch again. they're in the middle of a party and remus just left with that girl from his hometown.

"did she see me?" remus looks around, looking for you.

"i think she was too busy talking with evan" james informs him, grinning when lily approaches them.

"have you seen the idiots i call for friends?" she asks, shoving sirius out of the way to sit on the couch next to james.

"one was with dorcas and the other one just left with evan" peter replies.

"wait, it was real? she left with evan?" remus frowns, and even pouts when lily laughs at him.

"what? you think she's gonna wait for you? babe, she's getting bored of you" she tells him, suddenly turning around when you and marlene approach her.

you sit on the couch in front of her, where sirius went after lily had pushed him. he puts an arm around both of you.

"so, i heard that you're both in love with some slytherins" you both glare at him, and he laughs at remus' expression.

after talking for a while, and you ignoring remus all the time, you three get up and leave. but before you can reach the hallway, remus takes your arm.

"can we talk?"

"we're talking right now" you smile. he glares.

before he can reply, marlene shoves both of you out of the door and to a corner of the hallway.

"talk" and then she leaves with lily.

"why were you with evan?" he asks.

"we were talking"

"like we" he points to both of you "talk?"

"i don't know remus, how do we talk? how are you any different than evan?"

"he doesn't like you" you chuckle.

"and you do?"

"i do"

"i don't believe you" you start to walk away, but he grabs your arm and turns you around, settling his hands on your waist.

"let me help you believe"

"what?" you notice the way he looks at your lips.

"i can't get you out of my mouth, ask peter, i'm sure he hates me because all i ever do is talk about you. you're the only one who makes me overthink. i'm literally wondering if i'm too tall right now"

his face gets closer to yours as he talks.

"remus-"

"and i know that we never kissed, but even if it doesn't count, i'd prefer to stay on this fake heartbreak, just because it'd be because of you"

you can't handle it anymore, so you just kiss him, you grab his face and kiss him. you kiss him to shut him up, that's what you tell yourself.

when you pull away, he's grinning.

"that was just so you shut up" you tell him, but your hands don't leave his face, instead, they go to the back of his neck.

"sure"

"i meant it" you try to pull away, but his grip on your waist tightens, and one of his hands to the back of your neck.

"i'm gonna start talking again so you might need to shut me up again" he smirks.

you comply, happily.

I'm the real headcase I'm the real headcase Mm Yeah, I'm the real headcase

when you enter the great hall the next morning, remus walking in with you, your friends and his are sitting together.

so when you go sit with them, the stares you get are inevitable.

"so?" james starts, smirking.

"what?" you ask, already feeling the headache you're gonna get from this.

"did you sleep together?" marlene abruptly asks after a moment of silence.

"marlene!" you say.

"yes" remus says.

"remus!" you say again, hitting his arm.

"what? it's true!" he frowns.

"it's not" you say, sitting and focusing on your food.

"it is" everyone agrees, and you can't do anything but ignore them.

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the next few weeks, you spend your days with remus, still not sure if you're dating or not, but neither of you care.

right now you're laying on his bed, reading a book, well, at least trying to, because remus is making it really hard. he's basically lying on top of you, stroking your hair and giving small pecks to your neck.

"can i ask you something?" he says after a while, lifting his head to look at you, but you focus on the book.

"sure" your eyes don't leave the book until you have no other choice, because certain someone just snatches it from your hand.

"do you want to be my girlfriend?" you freeze at his words, staring at him.

"i know it's not the best way of asking, i mean, you deserve something fancy, like chocolates or flowers, but i couldn't wait to ask you" he stares back at you, his eyes softer than ever. and all you can do is lean in and kiss him.

it's a sweet kiss, soft and short, and you think that it's enough as an answer, but you still reply.

"i'd love to" he kisses you again, and the book is long forgotten as his other hand goes to your waist, and the one in your hair goes to the back of your neck.

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you walk into the gryffindor common room holding hands, and sit next to all of your friends, who look at you, suspiciously.

"what's happening?" sirius asks, pointing at your hands.

"what?" remus replies, and when you let go of his hand to pick up your book, his hand goes to your tight instead.

"why is your hand on my best friend's tight?" lily talks, frowning.

"i can't put my hand on my girlfriend's tight?" remus makes sure to emphasise the word girlfriend, and you're almost sure everyone stops breathing.

"what" marlene breaks the silence, "since when?"

"like two weeks ago" you mutter, still reading your book.

this time, the reactions come almost immediately.

"what!" mary screams.

"and you didn't tell us?" lily looks offended.

"we have to throw a party to celebrate!" james and sirius say at the same time, high fiving after that.

"when's the wedding?" marlene asks.

"next year" remus replies, and that makes you look away from your book.

"what!?" all of you ask, except remus.

"since when?!" lily frowns at you.

"i don't know!" you look at remus.

"we're already engaged" he says.

"what!?" you all say again, and he just rolls his eyes.

"we aren't engaged" you clarify.

"she's just in denial" remus tells everyone.

"you haven't asked!" lily frowns at that.

"you'd say yes!?" she asks.

everyone stops everything and looks at you, slowly getting more flustered, and at remus, who's grinning like he hasn't before.

"what if we get married next week?" he asks.

"no!" lily replies before you can.

[littlepadika]

Little Duck Goes to Market

Pero Tovar x Reader(Patitia), mention of ddlg, how they met

Hope you enjoy, my patitas! 😘 unedited just vibing :)

The first cool breeze of the summer slid in through the cracked window of the truck as you and pero went into town. It had been a particularly good harvest which meant you and pero were taking the surplus to the saturday farmer's market.

Home was a twenty minute drive into a small farming village. Every saturday neighboring farmers and locals would set up stalls with trinkets, clothes, produce, fresh bread, flowers. The make up of the merchandise would change as the season got colder. Fruits to vegetables to canned goods then sweet breads and jerky.

"Excited patita?" Pero reached over the seat and laid a hand over your thigh.

"Mhm. I love it!"

"I know you do, bebita." He chuckled.

"I think Elena will have flowers for our table, papi. And Rebecca told me last week she had some beads I can have! OH and Arturo should be back from the city with all new candies!" You rattle off this information which makes him smile more.

"Ay you will be so busy will you have time to help papi?"

"Of course!" You lean over and kiss his scruffy cheek.

You loved the saturday market. The idea you were seeing special treasures and food grown with love. It was endless possibility. It's where you first met Pero. You were new in town, hardly knew anyone. You had come across his stall and bought a honey stick from him...

Pero thought you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, wearing bright yellow rain boots and a white dress like a little duck. He hoped he wasn't blushing too hard when he handed you the little treat. He kept his lips in a tight line and head bent to avoid his scar from showing.

"How much?" You asked, reaching into your bag.

"No cost." He waved his hand. Such a small thing. You should have it.

"No I couldn't!" You shook your head, holding a bill out.

"It's my extra. I have plenty already." He crossed his arm, refusing to take your money.

"What about this?" You searched his stall before holding up a carton of tomatoes. "How much now?"

"No charge. Take it." Pero shook his head again, keeping his arms against his chest. You frown but it doesn't last long until it becomes a grin.

"Okay..." You set down the tomatoes and start to leave.

"No- take it. Take it." He held up the carton. "Please." As he leaned forward into the bright sun you could see his face more clearly. There was a prominent scar over his brow but it did not take away from his chiseled jawline and full lips. His eyes were brown and held no hardness even through his gruff demeanor.

You take the tomatoes with heat in your face.

You returned the next week and the next, stopping by his stall for a honey stick. Sometimes you'd indulge in his other items. The tomatoes were perfect in a sauce and you also loved his chard lettuce. It was always him by himself. A hulking man who seemed out of place in this small village. He always wore blue overalls with fraying pockets with a couple dirt spots over the front, with some sort of dark shirt underneath. Every time he'd refuse your offer of money. And a delusional voice said it was because he liked you though he never showed any other exeptional kindness towards you. He did not charge hardly anything for his products which told you he was generous. People in this town were struggling and already selling what little they had.

He indulged you in short conversation about the weather or the people in the village. You caught glimpses into his secluded life. He owned two chickens, a small bee hive, had a sprawling garden which provided almost all the food he needed year round, a horse which he spoke of fondly. He mostly listened to you talk, maybe out of nervousness you would overshare. But you told him about the city where you came from, what you studied at university, the latest house project that was keeping you busy, why you wanted to move to the country.

You perused the other stalls for something you might be able to give him in return for the free honey sticks. Old books, worn shoes, watches that did not work anymore. Settling on the only thing that really spoke to you, you wandered back to his stall one saturday and placed a small bouquet of crocus still in their bulbs next to his till.

When he looked up at you questioningly, you simply smiled shyly slipping back into the crowd. Little did you know how that made his heart melt. He watched you, always watched you as you walked from stall to stall. To the point it was distracting him from selling off any of his lot. His hands itched to feel the warm skin of your collarbone, to feel your sunkissed cheeks. He watched you jump with both feet into a puddle left from overnight rain. Not caring about your pretty dress. Almost like you were in your own little perfect world. He wished he could be part of it. He would think of you as the week went on, looking forward to seeing you again. Selecting the fattest honey stick to be set aside for you. For the first time in a long time, he wanted to be close to someone so alive.

You had grown close with the two women, Elena and Rebecca, who lived down the road from you. They told you Pero (his name was Pero) lived away from the village, keeping to himself. They gossiped that he had fought in a foreign war and came back with a massive treasure to keep him comfortable for all his days.

"If it were me, I'd move to paris and never work another day in my life."

"He must be traumatized from the war. That's why he lives alone and hordes his treasure."

Curiosity took hold and you found yourself lingering by his stall at the end of the market.

"Can I help you pack up?" You offer as he stacks the crates on top of each other.

"I can manage." He responds. Well, he didn't tell you go to away. You watch him hoist the crates onto the bed of his truck. There wasn't much left in them. They had been full a couple weeks ago. You busy yourself with folding up the off white sheet he had over the table.

"I won't be back next week." He says, turning and facing you.

"Oh." You feel your heart deflate a little. You'd miss seeing him. And your honey stick. "Are you traveling?"

"No. I have sold all my surplus." he gestures towards his truck. "I will not return until I have more to give."

"Ah." You say when you realize he was not going to explain more. "So... you don't come simply to look for things for yourself?"

"There is nothing I need." He shrugs though in the back of his mind there was something or someone new that may bring him into town. Summoning his best smile he said, "Gracias for the crocuses. I planted them the day you gave them to me. They continue to bloom."

"You're welcome." You smile, taking a step towards him. "I believe in repaying kindness with kindness."

"If only more shared your sentiment." He smiles slightly. "I should go." And at least he sounds sorry about it.

You saw no point in going to the next saturday market because he wouldn't be there. You had plenty of produce and really did not need to be spending more money on trinkets. Your new home was falling apart around you. No one had lived here in years. You threw yourself in the renovations and hardly noticed the sun sink lower and lower in the sky.

"Pollito! Can you help us move our stall? The damn wheel broke on that missing cobblestone."

"Of course." You set down your spackle. When you reach the street most of the vendors are paking up but standing in the middle of the street is Pero. His broad form easy to spot. Why was he here? He sees you and immediately starts walking towards you.

"Pollito! Here lend a hand-"

"Shhhh" Elena shushes her, watching Pero approach.

"Hello." He nodded, twisting a cap in hand.

"Hello." You reply, linking your hands behind your back.

"I was looking for you. I mean- I came to see you."

You feel your heart race with excitement and something rear up in you that wanted to dance around in the golden hour light.

"Here, for you, patita." He held out an object you knew well. A honey stick!

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[odiesbun]

Enhypen reaction: You jokingly say that you want to break up with them.

There may be mistakes in the text because my native language is not English. Thank you for your likes!

WARNINGS: fluff, at some points references to tears, breakups, and very dumb humor of the author.

Number of characters in the text: 7826.

Heeseung

Heeseung had planned to propose to you his hand in marriage, but as soon as you said you wanted to break up, his plans were instantly ruined.

He will be standing in the middle of the room, trying to hold back tears and trying to figure out if he heard what you said correctly. His hands will definitely be trembling with excitement.

"And how long have you wanted to break up with me? Why have you been silent all this time? Why did you only say it now?" A lot of "why?" questions.

Stops believing every word you say, his heart really shatters into little pieces like glass.

As soon as you tell him it's a joke… He just doesn't know how to react.

On the one hand he's really angry and ready to strangle you on the spot, on the other he's happy that it was just a stupid, cruel joke.

But now he will postpone his plans to propose to you because you have taken away 50% of his confidence and he won't be sure if you will marry him and what the chances are that this "joke" could happen again. :)

Jay

HAH, this is not the kind of man you can take with these jokes. He's been through similar situations with Ni-ki many times, so he's used to it and can tell the joke from the truth almost immediately.

But, in fact, his heart skips a very painful beat.

He will be very petty and a fight may probably ensue between the two of you.

"Okay, if you TRULY want to break up, return all those gifts I gave you."

And he knows that you treasure all of his gifts very much, so he's purposely hitting you mentally on the most hurtful part.

The win will be on Jay's side and as soon as you tell him it was a joke, there will be a sly smirk on his face.

"I knew it was a joke from the beginning. You could never have said those words~"

"Did you just imply that I'm weak?"

"No, I meant that you just love me too much. And I love you too."

He won't be the one to be angry, but he will be the one to remind you of that joke for the rest of your life.

Jake

He's such a sweet boy! And he's definitely going to be the one who really believes that mean joke….

The one who will start crying and begging you to stay. Will probably cling to you very hard, part one.

"Baby, what did I do wrong? Why do you want to break up? I don't understand what I screwed up, please forgive me! Don't leave me, please!"

Please don't make jokes about this cutie, his heart might not be able to take such jokes.

Once you tell him it was just a silly joke… He's going to get really mad at you.

He'll sulk at you for two days, but as soon as you make a cute face and kiss him, his heart will melt.

"Okay, I can't resent you because you're too nice, so this time I forgive you!"

Now after that joke, he's morally scarred. And now he's watching his actions and words so you don't even dare think about breaking up with him. (I'm sorry, I just really like Jake's cute side)

Sunghoon

The one who tries to keep his cool and calm expression on his face, but he is literally ready to cry in your lap.

He immediately becomes affectionate and starts sucking up to you, hugging you from behind in every way and calling you affectionate words.

"Hey, honey… It's just a joke, right? You're kidding, aren't you? Fuck, please tell me it's just a joke!"

Up to the whole situation will genuinely believe it's a joke, but as soon as he looks at your cold, unchanged expression on his face, he thinks it's really the end.

"If it's true that sometimes I can be too mean to you and my jokes are really cruel… Please forgive me. Don't break up with me, please."

But as soon as he realizes that this is a joke, he instantly changes his face, his expression turning slyly evil.

"Well, if you really don't appreciate your boyfriend and our relationship for a joke like this… Get ready, honey :)"

Well, as punishment, he'll either fuck you up so bad that you won't be able to walk for about a week or he'll try to smother you with a pillow. (HELL, that was supposed to be a down reaction, but I won't stop to think about punishment with Sunghoon…)

Sunoo

He'll start crying, part two. He's really going to cry a lot and try to hug you, begging you to stay, like Jake.

His heart will really hurt a lot, because his main fear has almost become a reality. Yes, Sunoo's fear is to lose you, and that's what he'll have nightmares about at night and won't be able to get a good night's sleep because of it.

He will talk about how much he loves you, reminding you of the very important and sweet moments in your relationship, well, I mean, he's a very caring boy and remembers every detail of your relationship.

"I really… *sob* I really love you and cherish our relationship… Please… *sob* Please don't leave me alone… I'll never… *sob* I'll never prank you again, I promise! I'll do anything you want, honey!"

As soon as you get emotional, too, and tell him it was a joke, he instantly calms down and looks at you with his trademark face of disgust.

"So it was a joke? Don't come near me again, you sneaky woman! I THOUGHT YOU REALLY WANTED TO BREAK UP, WHY THE HELL ARE YOU PLAYING SUCH CRUEL JOKES ON ME!?"

Oh, poor Sunoo… His heart is broken, now he will be indignant, crying and angry for a very long time.

Jungwon

Because you texted Jungwon that you wanted to break up, while he was getting ready for his new stage performance, he almost fainted, silently staring at your message.

His eyes will be filled with tears and he probably won't even be able to perform normally, citing fatigue, but he will actually be very excited.

As soon as he has a free minute, he will call and text you VERY many times. If you don't answer him, he will come to your house in person.

He will be very serious and try to understand the exact reason why you decided to break up, but seeing your pathetic attempts to justify himself, he will silently and deeply sigh.

"What is the reason for your decision? Oh… Baby, you were just trying to play a joke on me, weren't you?"

And even if you still try to keep playing jokes on him, it will be useless, because he's already figured you out.

He'll pretend to pack his bags and walk away from you.

"Jungwon, why are your things standing on our bedroom doorstep? Did something happen? Is it a suddenly planned tour?"

"No. I'm just leaving you, I'm moving to live in a dorm!" Oh, he's going to be a drama king.

"Jungwon, I'm sorry. :(("

Ni-ki

Will try to keep his composure and calm expression on his face, but his heart and soul will literally burst with indignation, resentment, and a desire to cry, part two.

At one point he will think it is a joke, but the more he begins to think about it, the more fear grows in his heart that it might be true.

He doesn't know what to do or how to react, so he calls his band members and literally WAILS into the phone.

The one who won't say a word, he'll just stare at you without a word and then ask the question.

"Did I do something wrong? Where… Where did I go wrong?"

As soon as you tell him it's just a silly joke and he shouldn't worry so much, he'll take a deep breath and And will prepare a plan of revenge, it's Ni-ki, and what did you want.

He'll wait a little while after this incident and then pull the same prank on you, but he'll do it in a more brutal form.

He will refuse to hug and kiss you for a week, pretending that he is really offended by your cruel joke.

[lovemyromance]

Can people stop saying Elriels are changing Elain & Azriel's personalities to make their ship work?

First of all, SJM wrote a bonus chapter and 3 books of buildup in the background for Elriel already. We didn't just make up the fact that they're very into each other - SJM literally wrote that in the books.

We don't have to change anything about them. They are already attracted to each other and interested in each other in the text at this point.

Could we sit here and argue that Azriel sitting in the garden with Elain, Azriel sensing she's missing and in danger when the Cauldron kidnaps her, Elain looking to Azriel for comfort, Elain getting him solstice gifts, Azriel wanting to beg on his knees for a taste of her, Azriel giving her truth teller, Elain kicking the hounds off him, Azriel making everyone wait for her to eat dinner - We can sit here and argue and say those things are "strictly platonic" or "he's an incel who only lusts after her" (not sure how both can be true but okay). We can do that - but it won't change the fact that it is ON THE PAGE. THEIR MUTUAL ATTRACTION is IN THE TEXT.

Cool? Cool.

Next Point: Nobody is changing shit about Elain or Azriel.

It's like the antis saw one post about "oh Elain could be a cool warrior" all the way back in like 2015 and have held onto that like that one grainy af Elucien Facebook comment that one account keeps posting as responses to elriel posts (y'all know who im talking about right 😂).

Allow me to give you a refresher: It is currently 2024. Nobody is trying to make Elain be a warrior. I think most Elriels are of the opinion that we do NOT want ACOSF 2.0.

What we do want to see, is Elain potentially as a spy. AGAIN - not a warrior. This is not changing her personality. She is already a Seer - it is not a stretch to want to see her delve into her powers in the next book to use them to SEE and gather information. Elain is ready to help, she literally says "Find me when you wish to begin."

If people are complaining about fan arts where she's holding a dagger - I'm like 99% positive that dagger is truthteller and you cannot be complaining about an actual canon scene where she has been the only other person to touch that knife in 500 years, apart from Azriel. Not even Mor, his one time love, has touched that knife.

And Elain holding truthteller is in the official ACOTAR coloring book - BTW. So if you have an issue with Elain being depicted with a dagger - take it up with SJM's team.

Let's talk Azriel:

Genuinely not sure what people are saying we are changing about Azriel to better fit Elain?

People bring up the "oh he's too dark for Elain she will shy away from him" um. No. It's literally in the text how Elain calls his scars beautiful and does not balk from him.

Also .. what darkness? I did an entire post on what the hell is Azriel's darkness even and still, nobody had an answer for me because ??

We can't be reducing this man down to a job he took very very reluctantly and clearly hates. He doesn't like torturing people for answers, guys!! Y'all make it sound like his love interest can only work if she's his literal torture assistant or something 😭😭

"Hi azriel, you have a 11 o'clock coming in for the usual water boarding treatment." <tucks hair behind ear and nods earnestly> "and then afterwards, I will wash the blood off your knife and accept your darkness?"

Is that what y'all want 🤨🤨 don't be weird smh

Azriel says it feels wrong to touch Elain because HE FEELS UNDESERVING OF HER?? Have you never read a romance novel? The tortured hero being so reluctant to even touch his love because he's afraid his sins will taint her goodness??

Please people. Listen to like... a Hozier song before you try to understand this man because maybe then you might get a crash course on him. This man is so Hozier coded, it's insane to me that people think of him as some fuckboi incel.

Nobody is changing anything about Azriel and Elain. They are drawn to each other and understand each other without having to say a single word. Their love story is already starting out to be the healthiest: friends to lovers. They have been given a title: death & his lovely fawn.

Their very names mean Azriel "God is my help" or "Angel of Death" and Elain means "Light" or "Fawn" or "God has answered my prayers"

It's already on the pages and if you can't see the writing on the walls, perhaps it's time for a reread my friend.

[precious-little-scoundrel]

does Ida care about her hair and what happened to it? Is she pulling a Jo March and waiting to break down later when she’s alone over her hair because she doesn’t want to come off as shallow or vain? She’s on my mind too much 😭

I could and should’ve just answered this lovely ask straight up, with a yes and yes and yes and freely admit the Jo March comparison took me out and beat me up. However, brevity is not my strong suit so I wrote you a blurb as well:

Usual universe warnings apply

| | Showers

The shower room at the stalag was more than a little drafty. Worse than inside the combines with no dividing walls or body heat or the padding of blankets and cloth to make it insulated. Utilitarian, drafty and -once Cleven had shut the door behind him and left them alone- slightly ominous.

Or maybe that was just the mood, hanging about like a malevolent spirit, shining in late evening rays through the slit windows high above, altogether too wide a space and too bright a light for the awful task of stripping and washing and making an inventory of hurts like theirs.

Ida for her part would have rather done it at midnight by torch light, just enough visibility to wet her cloth and find the soap. She already knew -as much as she ever wanted to know- what had been done to her. It was over, and any lasting bruise and scar noticed and remarked on was like bringing it all back into the present. That’s something you did for nice memories, photographs of whoever was “home” stashed in a locket hung around Lemmon’s neck, homemade sticky smells wafting up from Croz’s footlocker -a last piece of melting fudge from the plate Jean had sent over. That’s the sort of talisman you kept around, rubbed at, sniffed, turned over in your mind again and again like a physical thing, like a Crucifix represented an all powerful, ephemeral, removed savior.

You didn’t rub your bruises if you wanted to forget them. You didn’t comment on your friend’s cuts if you wanted her to forget either.

Feeling this collective dread, they all just mulled around for a bit, flicking on faucets and drinking eagerly from the icy stream. Acting shy like they all hadn’t been showering together and living atop each other for ages. There was prevarication in the air and Ida knew she needed to put a stop to it, make an effort to lead, but she hardly wanted to see what was under her clothes herself.

In the end it was Tallulah -Lt. Smith- who took the first step back from the sinks and shucked her clothes with an impressive display of casualness. Knowing a thing or two about rhythm and the effectiveness of a slow, steady build, Ida pushed her own throbbing face out of the cooling stream and followed suit. Soon it caught on, each doing their damndest to be uncharacteristically discreet and efficient.

“Can’t undo these shit-ass buttons.” she heard Maureen hissing beside her while she was braving the shock of a frigid soaked cloth between her rawed legs.

Ida dropped the bloody rag in the sink and flung her hands out to disperse the extra drips. “Come here.” she muttered, eyes lowered on the offending buttons and Maureen’s poor, swollen hands that looked more like paws than the graceful, skilled instruments they’d once been at her bombsight in the nose of her plane. “I’ll do them till you get your fingers back. You might need one or two of them set, you know that? That middle one’s going in the wrong direction.”

“I thought it looked wacky.” Maureen agreed, holding it up for inspection. “Gale wouldn’t stop asking.” she went on.

Ida focused on sliping buttons through their holes and answered steadily as she could, “And he’s likely to keep asking.”

“Doesn’t he know.” Maureen whispered, suddenly sounding very hurt, confused, petulant even.

Ida paused with Maureen’s shirt undone, the dingy plain, military issued bra in view -Ida envied her the possession of it, she’d lost hers with her jacket somewhere along the way. “He knows.” She answered firmly, meeting Maureen’s eyes with assurance, “But he’ll likely keep asking.”

“He wouldn't answer about his face.” Maureen said, turning round and letting Ida help tug her arms out of the sleeves.

“I think you know what happened there.” Ida was implacable.

“But-“ Maureen bit her lip to keep from getting loud, “-but what else?” she threw at Ida over her shoulder, “Why? What else did they -why would they do that to him?”

“And now you know why he keeps asking what he already knows.” Ida pointed out, coming back to her front and bending to unlace Maureen’s boots. “They’re probably all standing out there asking each other the same. Doesn’t do anybody any good. The details. It’s the apple of knowledge, leads to nothing but a sick fascination with what hurts you.”

Maureen had always been a rambunctious, animated figure in Ida’s life. Her anger came easy and was obvious, as were her loves. And if something didn’t make sense to her she’d rail at it or about it until God answered. She had teased Ida and John about it, that if they’d just come over to the Protestant side, they’d have a direct line to god and a whole lot more fun. Ida didn’t care about doctrine or fun right now, she cared about Maureen not trying to make a philosophy out of what she’d endured, or rope-in Gale to mull it over until they both went nuts. Ida wasn’t going to order her not to talk about it, but she could hint that details would hurt Cleven more than help him.

Here and now at least.

Maybe there was some moment waiting for them after all this when things could be said, horrors swapped like every other hard memory told in the officer’s lounge.

For herself, Ida doubted that day would ever come.

“I think your head might need stitches.” Maureen said in lieu of a response, puffy sausage fingers running gently along Ida’s throbbing and freshly washed scalp. “You’ve got a big gash here. It’s still bleeding.”

Maybe it was the gravity of bending over to tug off Kendeigh’s boots but Ida suddenly felt a pooling in her eyes, stinging tears after hours of dried out watchfulness.

God! She’d been ready to die, to be put down with a bullet in the head like their family coonhound when he got rabies.

Not this, not that replaying memory of her face suffocated in the Kommandant’s thigh and the slicing pain of the shears that went on forever, the way the blood burned her eyes so badly when she stood back up, the way he dared call her ugly when she had spent hours before wishing those other men found her abhorrent. Ida’s eyes were burning again and three damning droplets fell to the dusty toe of Maureen’s boot.

Ida made certain to swipe her thumb over the evidence as she tugged it off. “Luckily my brother is good with needles.” she joked softly, rising and turning Kendeigh toward the sinks, “Those fingers are useless, Candy. I’ll wash your hair.”

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