#I was able to draw momentarily and made beauty

[specialistmj]

Yuh

[ponderingmoonlight]

Reader falling obsessively in love with kny men after getting poisoned

Pairings: Rengoku x fem!reader; Sanemi x fem!reader; Giyu x fem!reader; bonus Genya x fem!reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: There's no smut going on but it's definitely a close call lol, I just thought this concept is funny so the fics itself and the whole scenarios aren't 100% serious it's getting absolutely heated in every single one though hehe, Not proofread bc I literally finished this last minute before my flight lol, I'm currently in Greece when this gets published so surprise ya girl with your support until she's back 🤍

Rengoku Kyojuro

“And you’re sure this is safe?”, you question while looking up at Shinobu with frightful eyes.

It should be fine. After all, Shinobu is the one who invented a medicine that is supposed to finally force your headache away. She’s a professional, so well-educated that even Kagaya-sama’s very own children get treated by her.

Even though she didn’t have the chance to test this medicine, you should be fine.

Right?

“As you know, I’ll never promise something I can’t keep, (y/n). But you’re here with me and if something goes wrong, I will find a way”, she tries to reassure you, only to spike your panic up even higher.

“Listen Shinobu, maybe I’ll try something e-“

Before you’re able to finish your sentence and stop her, you feel a needle poking through your arm oh so gently.

For a moment, you simply sit there and blink in confusion. Huh, not as bad as you thought. It really seems like your headache slowly but surely starts fainting away while the medicine burns every so slightly through your veins.

Not bad at all.

Until your heartbeat picks up so suddenly that your eyes dart wide open. Like in trance, you yank out of the chair you were sitting in, orbs darting around without a real aim while frantically searching for something.

Or rather someone.

What a quiet and peaceful day it is to roam around the beautiful butterfly estate. Rengoku actually didn’t even plan to come here. After all, he isn’t injured nor does he need something from Shinobu-san. To be honest, he’s only here because of you.

You told him yesterday that you’ll see Shinobu today in order to test medicine that is supposed to end your ongoing headaches. You were a little frightened when you thought about getting an injection, so it was never a question for Rengoku to be there for you. Hopefully, he made it on time.

“Kyojuro.”

He furrows his eyebrows and turns towards that unusual seductive voice.

When your eyes meet his, he forgets how to breathe. There you stand, your kimono opened just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your chest like never before. But what simply sweeps him off his feet are your eyes. As gorgeous and captivating as ever, but this time igniting an so unknown spark, inviting him to a silent dance.

“(y/n), are you feeling alright?”

Your hips swing from side to side as you draw closer to him and place your hand straight over his beating heart.

“I’m feeling better than ever before, Kyojuro.”

Kyojuro can’t help but blush deeply, eyes widening in surprise. A nervous smile plays on his lips while he stammers slightly, unable to hide his flustered state. Is this really you, the secret love of his life, discovering his body with your bare hands? The second your flat palms start wandering over his back, his hands start to fidget. Out of instinct, he avoids eye contact, his very own hands now keeping you in place.

“W-What’s going on. (y/n)?”, he stammers like he never did before.

“Take me, Kyojuro.”

His eyes grow even wider, usual confidence momentarily faltering like a house of cards.

“I-I…um, what?”

With a force he didn’t even know you have, you shove him against a nearby tree, your knee gliding between his legs.

“I want you since the first time I saw you. I won’t wait for another opportunity when you’re right here.”

“(y/n)…D-did you already meet Shinobu-san?”

Are you sick or injured? A quick scan of your body reveals nothing that could indicate a serious wound. No, to be precise, you reveal nothing but your soft curves, your gorgeous frame he has never seen like this before. With your kimono slightly opened and the cleavage that peaks at him oh so invitingly…He never felt your hands pressed against his chest like that before, never got a taste of how well you fit inside of his arms.

No. He shakes his head ever so slightly, forces his own mind back to reality. This isn’t the (y/n) he knows. You’d never sneak up on him like this, even if the words you just spoke are true.

Oh, please let them be true.

“All I care about is you”, you purr, face now only inches away from his.

If his back wasn’t pressed against a tree already, Kyojuro would lose his balance for sure. He was always captivated by that gorgeous colour your eyes have, never able to look away. But now, with that dark gleam inside of them, your hands wrapped around his neck. A little innocent kiss, a dream that comes true right here and now-

“(y/n), come back right now!”, a voice cries behind him so suddenly that he jumps up inside the cage of your comforting arms.

“We are here, Shinobu-san!”, he replies automatically.

Only to regret his words instantly. Just one second more and his lips would have touched yours, only a few moments more in your embrace before it all ends again. It takes him all his strength to let go of you when Shinobu arrives with an injection ready in her hand.

“I’m beyond sorry, Rengoku-san! (y/n)’s strange behaviour is all my fault. But don’t worry, I’ll bring her back in just a moment.”

Faster than he’s even able to comprehend the insect pillar’s words, she sticks a needle into your arm and releases the injection.

You blink a few times, head spinning uncontrollably as you stumble backwards. Where are you? What happened? Your head pounds so roughly against your skull that you feel like puking any given minute.

“How are you feeling, (y/n)?”, Shinobu’s comforting voice rings in your ears.

Slowly but surely, your foggy vision starts to get clear again.

“Since when are you so tall, Shinobu?”, you mumble absently.

“It’s me, (y/n). Kyojuro.”

Oh.

“Kyojuro!”, you mumble in utter surprise.

“But…what are you doing here?”

“Let’s not talk about it. I-I…I need to go now”, the flame hashira announces before turning on his heels and walking away.

You stare at his back in nothing but confusion. What is wrong with him? Is he not feeling well, maybe?

“Is it just me or does Kyojuro walk very strange today?”, you question, earning endless giggles from Shinobu next to you.

“He does indeed.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa

“Watch out idiot, you’re gonna get hit!”, the white-haired man barks harshly at you before dashing towards again.

It happened faster than you were ready to react. A little troll through the woods at night, a deep conversation with the wind hashira. And just a few seconds later, an upper-ranked demon appeared out of nowhere.

“Don’t let it hit you, (y/n)!”

“I’m not stupid, dumbass!”, you bite back while dodging another hit with a tendril.

What a strange-looking demon that woman is. With countless pink tendrils that act as her hair and her long tongue, she really looks different from every demon you’ve seen before.

“Still fighting for your love, you fool?”, she jeers at Sanemi before trying to hit him once again.

"I will show you what love really is! It's a consuming fire that burns away your sense of self, leaving you hollow and desperate. It's an obsession that blinds you to reality, making every thought, every breath, every heartbeat revolve around the one person who becomes your entire world. In this love, you lose your freedom, your identity, and your sanity, as you sacrifice everything to feed the insatiable hunger that never goes away-“

“Can you just stop talking shit, ugly bitch? I just wanna go home”, Sanemi interrupts her dryly

You chuckle to yourself. As if a demon would know anything about love. Their only purpose on this earth is to kill innocent humans for the fun of it.

“What the hell do you know about love, huh? All you do is destroying it”, you blurt out.

Just a moment of sloppiness, a second of turning your back to the tendrils that surround you like a prison. The second you feel it, it’s already too late.

“(y/n)!”, Sanemi cries out, feet rapidly carrying him to your side in order to slice through that fucking piece of tendril that pierced itself through your leg.

He wraps his arms around you tightly, saves you from clashing onto the ground. But the second you open your eyes again, they don’t look like they did before. No, you look obsessed.

“Hey, look at me (y/n). Come back to me”, he insists, a slight tone of panic now taking over his usual so harsh voice.

What if that bitch poisoned you? Shinobu is miles away, there’s no way in hell he’d make it on time. And even now, tendrils continue to circle both of you, waiting for an opportunity to hurt him as well.

“Just see what love does to you! You’ll have to kill her!”

“What the fuck are you talking about”, he hisses under his breath.

“(y/n)?”

“Sanemi.”

Your voice sounds dark, unpromising, coated in something he’s never heard before.

“Hey, are ya alright?”

You’re moving too fast for him to react. In the split of a second, you sit on top of him, your hands holding his in place while your lips start tracing up and down his neck.

For a moment, Sanemi forgets how to exist.

You’re sitting on top of him.

With your lips pressed against his neck.

Almost instantly, blood shoots up his face and straight into his private parts, eyes widen in…horror?

No, not because of you, not because he doesn’t enjoy to finally feel you this close. But this isn’t you. This is the poison of that fucking demon.

Just before he gets hit as well, he slices through another tendril that was ready to attack both of you.

“You can’t save her and yourself!”, the demon shouts at him in sheer amusement.

“Your love will get you killed!”

“(y/n).”

His voice is as tender as never before, hands now grabbing your arms oh so gently.

“You need to come back to me, okay? This isn’t you, this isn’t…how you feel for me.”

He hates the way his heart starts aching as soon as those words leave his mouth. There’s no way in hell someone like you would ever fall for someone like him if it wasn’t for that demon. Not when you’re so gorgeous, so breathtakingly beautiful, so smart-

“But I love you, Sanemi! And I need you!”, you cry out, lips now only inches away from meeting yours.

“You don’t love me, (y/n). How could you ever love me?”

“Let me show you.”

Just before your hand gets the chance to grab his pants, he swings you around in order to lay on top of you – completely out of breath and flustered like never before.

“You need to focus. We need to kill that bitch”, he tries to remind you while dodging another wave of attacks with his free hand.

“You’ll need to kill her!”

“Shut up!”, he barks at the demon behind him.

But that thing’s right. With you writhing like a snake underneath him and those countless merciless attacks, he can concentrate on neither.

“I’m the only one who’s able to save her-“

“I said shut up!”

“(y/n), please get yourself together”, he breathes out.

God, why do you have to look so damn tempting with your legs wrapped around his waist and eyes as flustered as he’s never seen before? Countless lonely nights, he imagined what you might look like, feel like, sound like.

But this isn’t real. That sudden outburst of love isn’t real.

“Looks like you’re busy, Shinazugawa. Maybe you should do things like that somewhere other than on the battlefield”, a painfully known voice comments behind him dryly.

“Shut up at take care of that bitch. I need to look after (y/n)”, he instructs the serpent hashira sharply before picking you up and sprinting into the woods.

“I need you. Please”, you beg between his arms, the way your hands roam around his chest simply driving him insane.

“You can’t help her!”, a faint female voice cries behind both of you.

Screw that fucking demon. He needs to get the real you back, needs to finally confess his damned feelings. Even if all of this is nothing but poison, he simply can’t live like this anymore. Not when you’re so close to him every day, not when he secretly can’t get enough of that sight in front of him right now.

“Come back to me, (y/n)”, he almost begs while letting you down.

Fuck, what is he supposed to do? What if he’s not able to help you? Even if he sends after Shinobu, you might go insane until she arrives. And what if you do something stupid, what if he isn’t able to protect you? And what if this isn’t the only thing that cursed poison does?

“Don’t you love me? I thought you like me back, I thought we have a future together, I…I can’t do this without you!”, you suddenly scream on top of your lungs while bursting out in tears.

“What? I never said that-“

“I don’t wanna live without you. I…I’ll end this!”

It happens almost too fast for him to react. In the matter of milliseconds, you grab your sword and direct it towards your throat, ready to slice it open with full-force.

“You little idiot”, he hisses through gritted teeth while forcing your blade away.

“I love you so fucking much that it hurts, you’re the only thing I’m thinking about constantly! Can’t you see that you’re driving me crazy since joining the corps!? I love you, (y/n)! I always did and I definitely always will! You’ve got me trapped, goddamn!”

And then he presses his lips against yours. Longingly, passionately, as if you’re air and he cannot breathe. Never in his life, Sanemi longed for something so small yet so big. Each and every night, his mind wandered to your lips, your laugh, just you and your fucking perfect self. He can’t stand the thought of you talking about yourself so badly. Him not loving you? Are you fucking insane?

“Sanemi.”

You breathe his name against his lips oh so sweetly.

Sweetly, with that cheeky undertone he knows so well.

“Is that you, (y/n)?”

When he opens his eyes again, he gets greeted by the gleaming kindness that radiates from your orbs just inches away from his.

“I’m sorry for…throwing myself at you like that…”, you mutter with reddened cheeks.

How embarrassing. You can’t believe you were about to touch his groin without permission. Even if you were poisoned, what the hell has gotten into you? And why do you have to remember all the things you’ve said and done? That would have been the least that cursed poison could have done…

“Don’t be, it’s fine”, Sanemi replies equally awkward.

“But…are you actually into me?”, you mumble followed by a swift gaze.

“I…I mean…-“

“He totally is”, Obanai barges into the conversation from behind.

Giyu Tomioka

“Didn’t you say that-ah! This was supposed to be easy?”, you press out while fighting a bunch of demons.

You really have no idea how you ended up here. Just a few seconds ago, you were having the best sleep of the week when your crow interrupted your slumber as rude as ever and literally dragged you onto the battlefield straight on his side.

His side. Giyu Tomioka, to be exact. The mysterious yet captivating water hashira you are eyeing since the first day of joining the chosen circle of pillars. What is it that ties you onto him like a chain, that forces your mind to wander towards him each and every day without any break?

“I will take care of the right side. Stay focused”, he instructs you as absent as ever, not even sending you a single look while your heart is all over the place.

It’s ridiculous and you know it all too well. A man like Giyu would never fall for someone as clumsy and unsettled at you. He will never look at you the way you look at him, not even daring to send you a single smile. Because you’re nothing but comrades, distant known. If it wasn’t for your responsibilities as pillar, he would have never even talked to you.

And you absolutely hate the way this stinging fact bugs you every single day of your life.

“You’re not focused enough, stupid girl”, a voice way too close suddenly purrs inside your ear.

There’s no time left to react. Not even Giyu Tomioka is able to reach you in time when the demon scratches your neck oh so slightly.

Only enough to spill your blood.

Only enough to make you go absolutely insane.

Your mind gets flooded by a wave of emotions, memories, thoughts. All at once. So rapidly that you feel like fainting any given minute.

“What did you do to her?”

“Nothing hurts more but the truth. Did you ever wonder about what she might feel for you, even love, maybe? I will reveal her darkest secrets, her thoughts that were never said out loud. And when she finally loses her mind completely, I will force her to kill you and afterwards herself!”

Giyu’s eyes widen at those words. You, loving him? He never even dared to think about something like this, not when you are admired by everyone around you. Why would you fall for someone as quiet and boring as him?

He swallows hard. But knowing that deep inside him is definitely different from hearing those words coming out of your mouth.

“Giyu.”

Your voice sounds cold and distant, eyes completely blank.

“(y/n), I will get you out of here, I’m sure Shinobu is able to-“

“I love you.”

You hate him.

No.

You love him?

“And I’ve loved you for so long that I lost count a long time ago. I love the way you walk, the way you inspect the world around you so carefully. I love how tender you are when it comes to children. I love your kindness, your calm voice-“

“Wait, this wasn’t supposed to go like this!”, the demon cries out.

“I love the feeling of your eyes set on me even though I know I’d never stand a chance. You are so much more than a friend to me, so precious that it hurts. And I can’t help but imagine myself lying inside your arms every night. I can’t help but stare at you whenever I catch you training. I can’t stop those butterflies from invading my stomach every time you’re around. I love you with all my heart even though I know you’d never love me back.”

HIs mind goes blank, ocean blue eyes staring at you in sheer disbelief. Suddenly everything else around you goes silent. The demon, the screams from afar. All he’s able to see is you with those tears glistening in your orbs.

Giyu’s heart skips a beat when he begins to realize.

You really mean it. Every word you just said is true.

“But I do feel the same way about you”, he finally replies while cupping your hands with his.

“I just never thought someone like you would fall for someone like me.”

“I would always choose you”, you clarify in an instant.

And then your eyes roll back into your skull, your lifeless body threatens to hit the cold ground.

-later-

“Giyu? Where’s Giyu?”, you croak out before you even open your eyes, your heart hurting so bad that you feel like puking.

What happened? All you’re able to remember is Giyu’s hands intertwined with yours before everything turned black. Or was it just a dream?

“Finally, I was so worried about you, (y/n).”

But no. At this very moment, he still holds onto your hand tightly while looking down at you with his brows furrowed.

“What happened?”

“You were poisoned by a demon and lost consciousness. I carried you to the butterfly estate”, he explains as briefly as ever.

“You…carried me?”

“Of course I did. You were unconscious, like I said.”

“Did we hold hands?”, you blurt out so suddenly that you even scare yourself.

You can feel Giyu sliding back and forth on his chair, eyes avoiding yours at any cost. Oh no, did you make him feel uncomfortable? What if he’s annoyed because of your foolish mistake? You should have never asked him-

“(y/n), do you remember the conversation we’ve had on the battlefield?”, he questions with unspoken hope glimmering inside his orbs.

“I…I don’t remember anything…”, you finally admit.

What did you talk about? Did you insult him? And what about that demon? That thing definitely wasn’t a lower ranked demon.

“You told me you love me.”

Your heart leaves your body and soul behind, glossy eyes staring at him in sheer disbelief. Fuck, did you hear that correctly? You told him you love him?

“I…I said that?”, you stutter.

“I mean…M-maybe I h-hit my head a l-little too h-“

“And I love you too.”

Oh.

This is even more ridiculous.

“You love me?”, you shriek in reply.

“I never thought about the possibility that you might actually like me back. But when that demon poisoned you, when you told me that you love me…I can’t keep this lie up any longer. I love you, (y/n).”

Gently, he wraps his comforting arms around your aching body, allows you to take in his calming scent.

“It embarrasses me that it took a demon to finally say this out loud.”

“But…would you mind telling me what I said?”, you mumble against his neck.

He lifts up your head enough for you to catch a glimpse of his breath-taking smile.

“I’d rather keep these words for myself.

Bonus: Genya Shinazugawa

“Where’s (y/n)!?”, Mitsuri cries out in sheer panic while darting around the estate in a haste.

“(y/n)? I’ve seen her on her way to the hot springs just a few moments ago”, Tanjiro replies in utter confusion.

“Is there somebody else, Tanjiro-kun?”, Mitsuri continues while grabbing Tanjiro’s shoulders roughly.

“Hello, Genya”, you purr.

“(y-y/n)!? What the hell are you doing here, I’m taking a bath!”, Genya cries out with his cheeks already bright red.

But instead of getting lost like he told you to, you let your towel fall to the floor.

And stand in front of him.

Completely naked.

“What are you doing!?”, he shrieks.

In the matter of seconds, he turns himself away from you, his face burning like a thousand fires. Fuck, he’s already flustered when you’re around him in your uniform. But you, butt-naked, in the same hot spring? He’ll definitely die here.

“I needed to see you. There’s actually something I wanted to tell you in a long time, Genya.”

When the water around him starts to move due to you entering the hot spring, he feels like dying out of excitement and fright. You shouldn’t be here together, not when you’re completely naked, not alone. He never prepared himself for something like this to happen, didn’t even allow his mind to wander such places. Fuck, what is he supposed to do?

Suddenly, he finds himself whirled around in your arms, your chest pressed against his.

Your very naked chest.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

“What are you doing!?”

“Come on, I saw the looks you were giving me when you thought I wasn’t watching”, you purr while drawing small circles onto his chest.

“I…no…I didn’t mean it…that way…I just think that…that you are awesome. And cute…”, Genya mumbles.

“(Y/N)!”

Another splash, another butt-naked woman that now grabs your shoulders and pulls you out of the water with impressive strength.

“I’m so sorry, Genya! I fear (y/n) mistook the love portion I made for juice!”, Mitsuri bubbles while trying to tame you down.

“CAN THE TWO OF YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE NOW!?”

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[plaguechyld]

Omega!Sub!Douma x Alpha!GN!Reader

Content includes: Heavy sexual topics, Omega/Alpha dynamic, Sub!Douma, Dom!Reader, Marking, Male heat cycles, Somewhat rough sex (Douma receiving), Mean!Reader, Douma has a pussy and reader has a dick.

Extra: This is set in the Omegaverse but will have absolutely no non con or dub con as many fics in this sub genre have. This is 100% consented to by both parties.

Extra Extra: I’m down HORRENDOUSLY for omega Douma.. Y’all got no idea Istg. 😭

Usually Douma is completely on top of his heat cycles, but this one had hit him suddenly and without warning. It made him cancel his evening prayer session so he could lock himself in his room and quite literally fling himself onto his king sized bed. His normally pale cheeks were flushed red as sweat rolls down his forehead and neck. He squirmed pitifully on the deep red comforter, struggling to get his clothes off. When he finally managed to get his clothes off he instantly felt slick dripping down his inner thigh.

His whimpers were muffled as he bit into the blankets, not wanting someone to hear him while another strong wave of heat rolled through his body. He shuddered pathetically, not able to keep his pheromones in check like he normally could.

“W-what’s wrong with me.. Why is this so sudden..” He thought to himself while weakly grabbing onto the blankets. He reached his fingers down to his already sopping pussy and began to quickly finger himself, trying to get some relief. His legs shake badly while he shudders involuntarily. His fingers curled inside of himself as he thrusted them directly into his g-spot. He bit back moan after moan as he felt himself growing closer to his climax. Slick gushed out as he picked up his pace even more. At this point his blonde hair was sticking to his forehead and his face was flushed red.

After what felt like forever he finally climaxed, releasing all over his fingers. He expected that it should quell his heat for at least a little bit, but he was surprised when the feelings didn’t die down at all. He shuddered after feeling another wave of heat roll over his body. Tears pricked at his kaleidoscope colored eyes as he closed them tightly.

Suddenly, he could feel a presence somewhere in his temple. Whoever it was, they were getting closer and closer to his room. Douma sucked in a shaky breath, whoever this was was clearly a Demon Slayer. This was exactly what he didn’t need, and he wasn’t sure if he could kill the slayer because of the state he was in. He shook slightly, not out of fear but out of… excitement? The slayer they were an alpha. His heightened senses could feel it, it was making him release even more pheromones to try and draw them in, which was not going to help.

Suddenly, the door was flung open, revealing the slayer. You had beautiful h/c hair and sharp e/c eyes. You stopped momentarily and inhaled sharply at the sweet scent quite literally seeping from Douma. He blinked his rainbow eyes pitifully at you, a pout forming on his lips.

“Please… Can you help m-me..” Douma slurred out, already shifting to try to get closer to you. You were currently fighting back against your instincts that were telling you to tend to the omega. You blinked when you felt yourself being pulled closer to the bed by icy vines however your instincts were keeping you from trying to fight back and leave. When you were close enough to the bed the vines vanished and you were met by Douma desperately clinging to your waist, rubbing his cheek against you. You let out a shaky sigh but despite yourself, rubbed his head. Douma let out a loud whine at the friction, despite how small it was.

“Mm.. th-that feels good..” Douma murmurs softly, pulling you closer to him. He eventually gets you to sit on his bed while he hugs you tightly.

“I remember you.. You were the o-one who..” He swallows thickly before continuing. “Walked me home.. and gave me a.. a bracelet.” This was in fact true, the two of you had crossed pathed only two days ago. You had been sent to the area because of disappearances that were rumored to be caused by a demon. You were unable to sense the fact that he was a demon at that time and had offered to escort him home after talking with him for some time. You had given him a simple bracelet made out of silver braided thread and a metal feather charm before bidding him farewell. However, right before you disappeared into the night, you had given him a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Despite Douma being known for being emotionless, he had gotten a strange tingle in his chest before his face heated up. He couldn’t keep you off his mind after that.

“Pl-please.. I know you’re a slayer, Y/n-san.. But please..” Douma begged you quietly, desperately needing your attention. You were fighting with yourself on whether or not to kill him and be done with it or actually listen to his pleas. A soft pout was seen on his face as his bottom lip trembled, tears pooling in his rainbow eyes. He was just too pretty to resist…

“My my, Douma..” You say in a low tone as you move your hands to hold onto his shoulders. The mere contact makes him whimper loudly. You lay him down on his back before positioning yourself above him. He shivered, looking up at you with hopeful eyes while spreading his legs to get you enticed. You let your hand drift to cup his cheek and weren’t surprised when the demon instantly leaned into the touch. He let out a pitiful sound, trying desperately to get you to fuck him senseless.

“Y/n-san you’re so pretty!.. Please please fill me up, I need you, Y/n-san..” Douma begs again, not caring that he was acting absolutely desperately because quite frankly, he was desperate for the attention of this alpha, you. You move your hands to start rubbing the sides of his torso carefully, enjoying how he jumped at every little touch. He was already extremely sensitive just with a couple touches.

“Very well.. Try anything and I’ll leave, or better yet, kill you. Got it, demon?” You ask in a soft tone that made chills go down Douma’s spine. He nodded furiously, and shakily lifted his hands to hold your face, wanting to kiss you. You let him do as he pleased for now. The kiss was sloppy but deep and passionate, Douma’s slightly cold tongue twirled with yours and licked all around your mouth as he gripped your face with his shaky hands. You kissed him back, your hands gripping his cheeks tightly. Eventually he pulled back and coughed from lack of air, he turned his head to the side and left his neck exposed.

He squeaked in surprise when he felt you kissing his neck and let out a sharp gasp as you bit down on the sensitive skin. You bit his neck hard but not hard enough to draw blood as you didn’t want to accidentally turn yourself into a demon. Douma squirmed and tried pushing you slightly. You however had none of this and promptly pinned his wrists above his head with a fluid motion. He let out a whine at the action.

“I’m sorry! ‘M sorry! Pl-please let me hold you! Please, please Y/n-san! I-I can’t..” Douma sobs out, tears spilling out of his rainbow eyes, making his flushed cheeks wet. You blinked in surprise and raised an eyebrow.

“Please don’t be mean, I can’t take it! I can’t take it if you’re mean..” He whines while his bottom lip trembles. You let his wrists go and watch with a chuckle and a smirk as he immediately clings to you. He shifts his hips up and wraps his legs around your waist, rubbing up against your still clothed cock. You can feel how absolutely wet he is, slick still dribbling out. You let these sensations go straight to your dick and you feel yourself growing hard.

With a grumble you push Douma back down on the bed and shift down so your head is in between his legs. He lets out a loud whine when he feels you rip his underwear off, leaving him completely naked now. You lean in and kiss all around his dripping cunt, making him whimper slightly.

“Pl-please…” He mumbles out in a lustful tone. He shifts his hips up, trying to get you to do something but much to his annoyance you move your face away. Just as he’s about to say something else you promptly give him a smack right on his slit. This makes him let out a quiet scream, legs shaking badly.

“Y-Y/n-san!” He cries out, trying to close his legs. You don’t let him however and give his slit another smack. He moans and throws his head back.

“Aw does that hurt? For an upper ranking demon you’re surprisingly weak.” You say in a low tone. Douma whimpers at your words and lets out a sob. He was acting as if he was under an aphrodisiac with how sensitive he is. His bottom lip trembles and he lets out another pathetic but breathy moan.

“Please..” He murmurs, his rainbow eyes are unfocused and cloudy with tears. He shakes his head, trying to clear the heat induced mist from his brain while reaching up for you.

“Kiss..?” He says in a soft way. If you knew better you would almost think he was embarrassed to ask for such a thing. However nonetheless you leaned down and captured his lips in a heated kiss. Douma moans in delight and wraps his legs around your waist for the second time that night. You pull back and watch in amusement as he lets out several loud pants, cheeks flushed even more.

You shift back down so your face is between his legs yet again, making Douma’s breath hitch in excitement. With a quick movement you dive into his dripping cunt with your tongue. He chokes out several loud moans as you eat him out in a savage way, lapping at all the slick he produces. The omega is whining loudly, gripping the sheets as hard as he can which causes them to rip.

"Y-Y/n-san!" He cries out while his thighs squeeze your face. You could feel him clenching around your tongue, signifying he was close. You made no move to stop him, after all he was in heat and while you were a sadist you weren’t that cruel. His back arches prettily off of the blankets as he orgasms, painting your face with his release. Douma pants loudly and lets out quiet whimpers. You merely chuckle and lick his juices from your face, looking him in the eyes all the while. You can see his blush deepen at the action before he tries to hide his face in the pillows.

******************************************************************** Douma lets out heavy and shallow pants, his body shivering and twitching from ever touch you lay across his skin. How many orgasms have you wrung out of him? He lost count after the fourth one. He reaches his shaky hands up, trying to hold your face and invite you in for a kiss, but his arms are too weak, he’s got very minimal energy left in him. However this gesture doesn’t go unnoticed by you and you lean down and press your soft lips against his own.

“Y-Y/n-San… please I can’t.. I can’t take it..” Douma whines to you as you thrust hard and deep into his puffy and abused pussy. His back is in an ever arched position as you continue to rail him into the mattress. The blankets are a mess of his release and slick, though neither of you take any notice of it. You make a tutting sound and continue on.

“Come on.. you wanted me, you wanted me to fuck that sweet pussy of yours and claim it as my own, didn’t you, omega.” You say in a condescending manner. Douma let out another wordless whine, a silent plea if you will.

“No. We aren’t stopping until I’m satisfied.” You tell him as your face turns stern. Your expression made his stomach do flips and he subconsciously spread his legs open just a little more.

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Camp Wiegman-Part 66

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military School

Words: 6k

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Wednesday, March 3; 5:30 AM - Ona and Alexia's room.

I was sleeping peacefully until I felt my blanket lift, letting a draft hit my chilly body. Naturally, I couldn't help but be scared, being the little scaredy-cat that I am, but I was quickly greeted by a warm breath.

"Shhht. It's just me."

A smile spread across my lips, even though I was still in a fog. Lucy slipped under my blanket, and I took the opportunity to turn around and bury my face in her chest. I could feel her smile as she kissed my forehead, holding me tight. Her body was freezing, but it was already starting to warm up against mine.

"Happy one month, my love," I mumbled against her chest, which hummed with satisfaction.

"Happy one month," she whispered back.

I sighed in contentment, not daring to move or let go. I was afraid it was just a dream, but I kept touching her, and she was still here. I knew I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep, but I didn't mind. I was perfectly comfortable next to her. I had missed her arms. After all, we always get used to the good things too quickly.

"I knew you'd plan something," I whispered. "It's not fair. I don't have the same advantages as you."

She chuckled, making her chest vibrate again beneath me. It was a pleasant surprise. I hadn't thought about it at all. Starting my day in her arms would give me a lot of motivation and good cheer.

"Hey, just so you know," came my roommate's deep voice. "I'll allow the cuddling next to me this time because it's your one-month anniversary, but please, keep it quiet."

We laughed as I heard her turn over in her bed. Lucy calmed me by sliding her hand under my T-shirt. It felt good to feel her. I liked it when she touched my skin.

"Did you hear, baby?" she teased me.

I smiled and nodded, pressing myself closer to her. I took a deep breath to take in her scent. I was happy she was here, in my bed. I'd have her scent on my sheets now. It would help me sleep better, even though it would be both a joy and a torture in the nights to come. I lifted my head and kissed her hard. It was another sweet torture that I intended to enjoy on this lovely morning. It was hard not to fully enjoy what was mine when I saw her every day. We continued like that for the half-hour we had left. Our time was cut short by the shrill alarm echoing down the hall. Lucy sighed, and I could see the disappointment on her face that it was already over. Still, she didn't move. Alexia had time to open the blinds, letting the daylight flood the room, momentarily blinding us.

"If you're not getting up, does that mean we have time to get ready?" Ale asked.

"Definitely not," she teased. "Come on, get up, beautiful."

"Just a little longer," I mumbled.

Alexia laughed as she went into the bathroom. As soon as she left, I resumed kissing Lucy, but she giggled and gently pushed me away. She kissed my forehead and got out of bed. I hadn't noticed because of the darkness, but she was already wearing her T-shirt for the day. I watched her as she pulled on her pants and jacket before Ale returned. I would have liked to get dressed too, but my clothes were in the bathroom.

"Thanks for the wake-up call. It was nice."

"My pleasure," she smiled. "But I'm serious. Go get ready," she said as Ale returned.

"I'm going, I'm going."

I dragged myself out of bed and went into the bathroom. I hurried as much as I could, knowing I still had to make my bed. When I was done, I wanted to tackle that, but I noticed it had already been made.

"Thanks," I said to Lucy.

I gave her a quick kiss on the lips to emphasize my gratitude. I then rushed to my closet to give her my drawing. It wasn’t much, but I didn’t want to be empty-handed. It was a self-portrait of her from behind, with her hair to the side. I highlighted the tattoo on her neck and her profile. I could see Lucy's eyes light up, and nothing made me happier.

"I didn’t expect us to be giving gifts..."

"I didn’t want to come empty-handed. The rest will come this weekend, of course."

"Oh, really?"

"Don’t think you're getting away without celebrating properly," I teased her.

"Oh no, no," she laughed. "I remember you’re in charge of the evening," she said with a mischievous smile. "I’m expecting a lot if you’re the one running the show."

I laughed softly and playfully hit her shoulder. She’s challenging me! I really hope she’ll like what I’ve planned.

"Alright, off you go. See you tonight."

"Have a great day."

I kissed her one last time before joining Ale, who was waiting for me at the door. Poor thing, I always made her wait. She didn’t seem to mind. As soon as we stepped into the hallway, she put her arm around my shoulders.

"So, my friend. Looks like you're starting the day off well."

"I couldn’t have dreamed of a better start," I admitted. "Not everyone would do that."

"That’s true," she giggled. "Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you something."

"Yes?"

"Since you haven’t brought it up again, I was wondering how the discussion about the gallery offer ended."

"Oh, yeah. I didn’t mention it again, sorry."

"Did everything get sorted out? You have no idea how upset Jenni was about it."

"She didn’t have to be. It’s something that concerns only us anyway."

"That’s true, but she’s very protective of Lucy," she sighed. "So, what’s the decision?"

"For now, we’re waiting for the interview with Mr. Fields next week. I tried to schedule it for Friday afternoon to avoid needing permissions and all that, but he wasn’t available."

"Did you manage to find a time slot anyway?"

"Yes, yes. Monday, in two weeks. But we decided not to wait. Lucy found other galleries for me to apply to. Beth is checking their relevance before I send my applications."

"That’s right, I heard beth has a lot of friends in that field. She’s passionate about art thanks to her mother. Jenni and Beth are really close friends »

"Really? No, I didn’t know that."

"Well, now you do," she laughed. "And what if the guy doesn’t give up?"

"Lucy thinks that if I make it clear I don’t want to leave, he won’t chase me," I explained, shrugging.

"She’s probably right," she agreed.

"I know," I sighed. "But I can’t afford to accept. I don’t see myself leaving. I feel good here. She understands that I don’t want to be away from her, so it’s fine."

"Do you know why she reacted that way?"

"She was afraid I’d regret choosing her over a good opportunity, you know. I made it clear that wouldn’t happen."

"It’s a bit absurd, isn’t it?"

"You know, I think Lucy has never missed a single opportunity for her professional career. Look at where she is now… It might be absurd to us, but not to her."

"I see... Well, it’s perfect if everything’s settled."

Ale has such a big heart. I love her for that. We walked through the dorm doors to reach the outside.

"Hey, girls," Patri called out to us. "You’re a little late this morning, aren’t you? 

We are greeted by all our friends gathered near the entrance. Even Alba and her girlfriend were there. Misa has been surprising me by hanging out with us more often since they started showing up together. In just three days, she’s been with us constantly, much to Ale's dismay. I could tell Ale wasn't thrilled with the situation. I found it a bit difficult too. I wasn't talking to Alba as much as I did before the holidays. For a while, I had the impression her girlfriend held a grudge against me. That seemed to fade once she found out I was dating someone. It was clear she didn't like my relationship with her girlfriend, and the last thing I wanted was to reignite any tension. Why does everyone always see me as a threat? It’s not like I’m trying to go after everyone, quite the opposite!

“Sorry, we were hanging out in the hallway,” my roommate defends us.

“Good thing it wasn’t Bronze who kept you back,” someone jokes.

A slight irritation creeps up inside me. Ever since I started dating her, I’ve had less patience for comments like that. There’s no one sweeter than Lucy on this earth. It’s crazy that she’s gotten such a reputation around here.

“You all seriously need to stop making her out to be a monster. I’ve already told you she’s not nearly as bad as you think.”

“Okay, I think we’ll take that as our cue to leave,” Ale says, grabbing my shoulders and steering me toward the cafeteria. I immediately regret my outburst as I catch the others’ glances. I hadn’t meant to let my words get the best of me. I need to calm down.

“Let it go,” Alexia murmurs. “They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

I take a long breath and exhale slowly. Checking to make sure we’ve put some distance between us, I say, “But seriously, it’s so frustrating! You know her now too. You know she’s not as cruel as everyone says.”

“I know, but relax. Now’s not the time to show everyone how much she means to you. You’ve already got Leah and Alessia watching your every move; I think that’s enough, don’t you?”

I growl in frustration. Ale keeps going, as if to drive her point home.

“We’re almost done with the school year, and besides, Lucy chose this reputation for herself. There’s nothing you can do to change it.”

“She only did that to protect herself,” I sigh. “I hate it, you have no idea.”

“Just a few more weeks in this environment, and then it’ll all be over. You’ll be fine.”

I nod reluctantly. She’s right—it would be foolish to ruin everything now, but it’s tough.

“And what about you? How are things with Alba?” I ask, shifting the conversation.

I had noticed that things weren’t perfect. Like me, Ale had been keeping her distance. I know they’re together in class, so I don’t see everything.

“Not great. I think Alba expects me to reveal who my girlfriend is ever since she introduced me to Misa.”

“I see... Maybe it’s time to tell her, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” she sighs. “This charade has lasted long enough, and I’m tired of lying to her weekend after weekend. Plus, I also need to figure out how to tell her I’m not going back to live with my grandparents after school.”

“Is that a final decision?” I ask, surprised.

I can’t hide my joy. If she’s moving in with Jenni, it means we’ll stay close even after leaving here. She laughs softly at my reaction.

“Of course. It’s been decided for a while now. I’m just scared to tell her it’s Jenni. She’s going to kill me, don’t you think? She’s older than me.”

“Lucy’s older than me too,” I roll my eyes. “It’s not that big of a deal. I think what matters to her right now is knowing who you’re seeing. I feel like dating Misa has been good for her. She seems in love. Maybe now she can relate to you and wants something more with Misa after school too. Have you asked her?”

“No,” Ale mutters. “I don’t like that girl very much.”

“Get to know her before you say that. She might turn out to be cool.”

“And you’re the one telling me this?”

“What can I say? You can’t just reject her. You wouldn’t want her to do that to Jenni, would you?”

“That’s true,” she sighs.

“Come on. What did you just tell me? Oh right, ‘It’ll be okay, don’t worry,’” I mimic her teasingly.

She laughs softly, nudging my shoulder. I laugh too, and we exchange a calm smile.

“Talk to her as soon as possible. She’s happy right now, so take advantage of it.”

“You’re right,” she says with determination. “I’ll try. Thanks.”

“It’s nothing. I’m here if you need support.”

She gives me a grateful smile as we reach the cafeteria. Along the way, I briefly spot Lucy heading to her table, her tray already full. I’m surprised she passed us so quickly. We exchange a small smile, which makes Ale laugh.

“You two really have a lot to learn about being discreet,” she teases.

“Oh, stop it,” I groan, playfully hitting her.

She laughs more. It’s only been three days, but it’s already hard. She’s right—we need to calm down if we don’t want to get caught. Sometimes, you have to make choices, and right now, I’d rather keep Lucy close than push her away.

Wednesday, March 3; 2:30 PM – During class.

“Can I ask you a question?” Alessia interrupts me during one of my exercises.

“You just did.”

I smile as I finish writing my last calculation on the sheet.

“Ha ha ha, very funny.”

“I think so too,” I reply, my smile widening.

“Seriously, can I?”

“You could have before. What’s up?”

“What do you see in her?”

I don’t need more context to know who she’s talking about. She’s seemed pretty distracted today. I wasn’t expecting her to still be thinking about my relationship. After all, we hadn’t talked about it since. Ale had suggested I address it since she’d noticed the criticism from her sister, but I hadn’t done anything. I was always afraid of confrontation.

“Why are you so interested, exactly?” I ask casually.

Deep down, I’m nervous, but it seems I’m not the only one. Alessia keeps her head down when I look at her, fidgeting with her fingers. I place my hand on hers, and immediately, our eyes meet. Hers are filled with sadness, which weighs heavily on me.

“What’s wrong?”

“I never hid that I liked you, Ona. I gave up on it a while ago, but I just wanted to know where I went wrong.”

Her honesty touches me. Alessia is such a remarkable girl. I’ve come to learn that after spending time with her. We have so much in common, especially our love for art. I shake my head to let her know she’s mistaken.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Alessia. I was already taken by her before we even met. That’s all.”

“Okay...” she murmurs. “But be honest. If you had met me first, could you have liked me as more than a friend?”

I look up at the ceiling, pondering her question. Like I’d told Lucy before, Alessia could have been my type. But would I have been able to open up to her and trust her like I do with Lucy? The answer is easy.

“I could have,” I admit. “In different circumstances.”

The hope in her eyes fades just as quickly as it appeared. I hate hurting her like this, but I can’t lie to her. She deserves the truth.

“It’s no secret. I have a troubled past, and I struggled to get through it. No offense, but you wouldn’t have been able to help me the way she did. I never thought I could open up to anyone again or even find myself... But she did the impossible, and I could never thank her enough.”

“How? She seems so... I don’t know. Detached from everything.”

I laugh softly. She's so right. Lucy is a completely different person here.

"It's just a mask, you know. She's not like that in real life. She broke me down just to rebuild me. The bond we share is special. It's strong and, most importantly, based on trust."

"Okay," she replies, followed by a deep breath. "You seem happy... and in love, too."

"I am," I confirm with a small smile. "Losing her would destroy me."

She nods thoughtfully, taking her time before responding.

"What does she think of me? I feel like she doesn’t like me much. Maybe I'm wrong, but she seems to react very coldly toward me compared to the rest of your friends."

I chuckle. If only she knew. No one gets accepted on the first try. Still, I can't deny that every time Lucy crosses paths with her by my side, she looks like she could kill her with her eyes.

"She knows that you like me. I told her that at the very beginning, during a conversation."

"You told her what?" she chokes out. "Oh my God, that explains everything! She must hate me!"

I burst out laughing, drawing the attention of our teacher for the first time. He looks up to give us a stern glare. We've been working independently for half an hour, which is why we've been able to talk so freely. I calm down immediately, not wanting him to forbid all conversation or, worse, send us out of class.

"I wouldn't go as far as to say that. She's just jealous," I say, pointing to my neck. "But she doesn't hate you. She doesn't even know you."

"She hates me, and she has her reasons," she insists. "Oh my God, why did you tell her that!?"

I struggle to hold back my laughter. Her expression is priceless. If I could record it, I would. I catch our teacher's eye again, and his stare instantly silences me. I pretend to get back to work to avoid any further attention, but I glance at Alessia, who has also bent over her table.

"You're exaggerating. It was a dark time, and I was telling her a lot of things. What do you want me to say... I couldn't take back what she already knew."

"You could have kept it to yourself! Oh my God... What must she think of me now...? She’s going to kill me, for sure."

"Stop. You're being ridiculous."

I think I'm trying to reassure myself. As much as I comfort my girlfriend, she continues to fixate on my friend.

"She's trying to push me away from you, isn't she? Is that why she canceled our tutoring sessions?"

"Aren't you going a bit far?"

I take it lightly, but Alessia seems far from convinced, given her silence. After a moment, I sigh and continue speaking.

"No, she didn’t cancel our tutoring for that reason. She was helping me study long before you started doing it."

"Then why did you stop studying with her?"

"Because we had a falling out," I admit for the first time. "I wanted to distance myself to avoid getting hurt, but it ended up being a failure for both of us."

"Oh..." she replies, her expression showing that she suddenly understands.

"If she wanted to start tutoring me again, it was partly to reconnect, but also because my grades had dropped. My mood was one reason, but it's also because her study methods worked better for me."

"Are you saying I wasn't a good enough teacher?" she squints at me.

"No," I laugh. "Sorry. It's just that with her, I tend to daydream less, you know? She's more strict and serious."

She raises an eyebrow, making it clear that she doesn't entirely believe me. Alexia's words come back to me. They think I'm not really studying with her after class. I let out a heavy sigh.

"Look, I know you and your sister talk behind our backs."

I give her a moment to respond, but she doesn't, so I continue.

"I really do study with her after class, nothing more. I'm two years behind, Alessia. Don’t you think I have a lot of work to catch up on? Her help is invaluable, and I’m grateful to have her. She stays serious, even with our relationship. She doesn't mix the two."

"Really...?"

For the first time, she seems to be doubting herself. I know then that I've won, that she’s finally going to believe me.

"Yes, really," I confirm. "I have proof in my bag with a whole ton of exercise sheets she gave me to complete before the final exams."

"Is that why you asked the teachers for old chapters?"

"Yes. I need them to review, but also to refresh Lucy's memory."

"She studied management?" she asks, surprised.

"It's more complicated than that, but partially, yes."

"Okay..." she murmurs. "I guess you'll be meeting her tonight as well?"

"Yeah. Plus, today is a special day. It’s our one-month anniversary," I admit.

"Oh! Already? I thought it was less time..."

"No, no, it’s been a month," I confirm proudly.

"Well... I’m sorry for talking about you two."

"It's fine. I understand your reasons. I don’t leave you guys out on purpose, you know."

"I know... I just hope she won't ask you to end our friendship because of what she knows."

"She won't. She knows my friends are important to me, even if she gets jealous. You’re not the first one to go through this."

"If you could tell her that I accepted a long time ago that we’re just friends, it would help," she laughs softly.

"I’ll do that, I promise," I laugh along with her.

"I'm happy to count you as a friend, even if sometimes I feel like I don’t really know you."

"Oh?" I raise an eyebrow, surprised.

"Well... you talk about your past so much, but no one really knows anything. Don’t take it the wrong way, but it feels like there are missing pieces to the puzzle, you know? But it’s understandable that you wouldn’t want to share, it’s very personal."

I nod, even though her words leave me deep in thought. Do Mapi and Alexia feel the same way? They’re my best friends, but they don’t know either. Unlike Alessia, they’ve never mentioned it. What if they think the same and just haven’t said anything?

"Anyway," she continues, pulling me from my thoughts, "you deserve happiness. If Lucy is your source of that, then hold onto her tightly."

I smile awkwardly, feeling uneasy from her last words.

"Thanks, Alessia."

"Miss Batlle, Miss Russo. Do I need to permanently change your seats to ensure you get your work done?"

I jump as our teacher stands in front of us. Fortunately, he grabs my sheet, not Alessia's, who, from what I saw, hasn’t made as much progress as I have. I feel increasingly proud to surpass her lately, even if I still doubt my answers. After examining my sheet, the teacher gives me a disapproving look, earning a cheeky smile from me. Judging by his expression, maybe I got it right after all.

"Get back to work," he says sharply. "It would be a shame to waste these last minutes and end up getting kicked out for the weekend."

He places my sheet back down and walks away. Alessia and I share a mischievous smile before getting back to work. If I get kicked out now, I’ll lose much more than a weekend, not to mention the scolding I’d get from my girlfriend. Finally, the last few minutes tick by, freeing us from these never-ending classes. Time is starting to drag, and I have to admit, I feel more and more uncomfortable in this stifling environment.

"Are you going to meet her?" Alessia asks me.

"Yeah," I reply, adjusting my bag on my shoulders. "I’d like to get my homework done so I can relax."

"I get it. Well, see you at dinner tonight."

"Yep, see you later."

I head off as she waits for her sister and Lotte. I quickly find myself in front of Lucy’s office. Surprisingly, the door is closed. I knock three times as usual and feel compelled to wait for the signal before entering. I'm caught off guard when I find Wiegman in my usual spot. A wave of panic washes over me, but seeing her relaxed demeanor, I realize she’s not here for the reasons I feared.

- "Hello, Ona," she greets me.

- "Hello..." I respond hesitantly.

- "How are you?" she asks, more out of politeness. "You're here for your revisions, I suppose? Miss Bronze mentioned it to me."

- "Uh... yes."

I look to Lucy for support, but all I get is a stern look before the director turns to her. She smiles as if nothing's out of the ordinary. From all this, I understand I need to play along.

- "I assume this is your spot," she says, standing up. "I'll leave it to you. Anyway, we're done here. Do you have any questions?"

- "No, I think that will be all," Lucy replies with a small smile. "Thank you for stopping by to give me the latest details."

- "It's no problem."

I wait by her side, expecting her to move so I can take my seat, but I realize we’re far from that when she turns to smile at me.

- "I’ve received a lot of good feedback about you this week. If we disregard the chatting, one might almost think you've become a model student. We're all pleased, so keep it up."

She pats my shoulder as if we're old friends, before finally deciding to leave with a final goodbye. I sigh and drop into the chair, the tension melting away. Lucy laughs softly.

- "It's not funny! I really thought she'd figured everything out! What was she doing here?"

- "She brought me the latest details for your upcoming outing in a few weeks. I thought she'd leave before you arrived, but you know how she is—once she starts talking, there's no stopping her."

- "Hmm..."

I groan in frustration. I don't like having my emotions toyed with like that. She teases me gently while I unpack my things. I’ve got a test next week and a few exercises, so I've got plenty to prepare tonight.

- "So, you're still chatting, huh?" she teases with a playful grin. "Maybe I should resume my punishments to remind you of the importance of class. Or perhaps I should request that you be moved when you're seated next to your friend."

I roll my eyes with exaggerated amusement.

- "Any excuse is good. I thought we weren’t mixing personal relationships with work, huh?"

- "I'm not mixing anything."

- "Oh really? Because I still sense a bit of jealousy in your words. Why only move me away from her when I talk just as much to her sister or Lotte?"

- "Are you suggesting I isolate you alone at a table? Though, that’s not a bad idea."

I laugh and shake my head. She's beyond reasoning at this point. But mentioning Alessia reminds me of the recent conversation I had with her.

- "Hey," I say calmly. "Can I ask your opinion on something?"

- "Of course."

- "Do you think Mapi and Ale might be upset with me because I’ve never told them about my past?"

Lucy furrows her brows.

- "Have they given you any reason to think that, either through their words or actions?"

- "No, no. It’s just that I had a conversation with someone. They kind of hinted that they don't know me well enough because they don't know what I went through before I came here... So, I started wondering."

- "That person sounds a bit too nosy, if you ask me."

I bite my lip. Thank goodness I didn't mention Alessia by name.

- "It’s just that they might not be entirely wrong. I know why all my friends are here."

The many conversations we’ve had at the table have allowed me to figure it out. The first ones I learned about were the Putellas siblings, thanks to Ale. Then I learned about Patri and Claudia, who grew drugs for their neighborhood. There’s also Lotte, who went through a rebellious phase after his dad left their home. She used to get into fights and committed some vandalism. Her mom didn’t hesitate long before enrolling her in this school to get her back on track. That story surprised me the most. I can’t picture her as a fighter. She’s so calm and quiet around us. Just goes to show how deceiving appearances can be. As for Leah and Alessia, their story is a bit more complicated. It took me a while before Leah opened up to me. I already knew it had something to do with drugs since my detox. She was knowledgeable, and that's what brought us closer back then. She told me in private that they lived in rough neighborhoods in London due to their family situation. To survive in school, they had to join their local gang with Alessia. Unfortunately, they got caught during a fight with another gang the same day their father landed a better-paying job in Manchester. This caused them a lot of trouble. With the help of their lawyer, they were released on the condition that they collaborate and join the Wiegman Camp. Of course, they accepted, as this also provided them with a free higher education while allowing them to follow their parents to Manchester@.

- "So what?" Lucy continues. "That doesn't mean your friends don't know you. The past doesn’t define a person entirely. It's also about how they handle situations, their reactions, and their way of thinking, for example. How do you think they know someone had a painful past, hmm?"

- "Well... I told them..."

- "Everyone can tell you've had a difficult past, Ona."

- "Really? Even without me saying it?"

- "You never told me, and yet I knew it the first day I met you. I just had to look at you. You were fearful, hiding it behind your tough defensive attitude."

I blush, remembering our first encounter. She had thrown me out of bed, and I had stood my ground. I thought she was looking down on me with her airs, but in the end, she just wanted to break through my shell from day one.

- "Who said they didn’t know you?" she asks again, determined to find out.

- "It doesn’t matter," I mutter.

- "Are you sure?"

- "Yes. I was just worried about Mapi and Alexia. I was afraid they might feel the same way. I don’t want them to think I don’t trust them or that they don’t know me well enough."

She sighs softly and leans forward to take my hand in hers. I immediately catch her gaze when I lift my head.

- "I imagine this person who made you feel this way wasn’t Alexia, if you’re saying this."

- "No... It wasn’t her."

- "Then that means it’s a friend you’re not as close to..." she muses aloud. "Whether it’s that person or even the girls, you don’t have to tell them anything unless you want to. The girls know you well enough. They understand your boundaries without knowing everything about what you’ve been through, am I right?"

I nod. Of course they do. But Alessia doesn’t, and I realize what Lucy is trying to tell me.

- "Telling them everything would just satisfy their curiosity... Because deep down, they already know you well enough."

I smile shyly, nodding. I understand her point. A past can shape us, but I don’t need to reveal it to know who I am. Our reactions and actions define us well enough. To think I almost had regrets because of Alessia.

- "Thank you."

Her response is to bring my hand to her lips for a kiss. Lucy’s romantic side is something I never would have guessed at the beginning of our relationship. I need to step up to meet her level of devotion.

- "You're very welcome, beautiful."

- "Do you think I should tell them...?"

- "They deserve to know what hurt you, especially Mapi, given all the support she’s given you. It’s the same for Alexia, I think. But you shouldn’t force yourself. Do it when you’re ready."

- "I-I think I am. I really love them so much. They’ve supported me through everything. Even with you. If there’s anyone I want to tell, it’s them."

- "Then tell them. I’ll be by your side if you need support."

I shake my head. If I’m going to do this, it has to be on my own. Even though I’d love her presence, I need to handle this by myself. It’s the only way for me to build my confidence.

- "I guess they’ll be getting a girls' night without you... if you don’t mind."

She laughs heartily and kisses my fingers again.

- "Not at all, baby. As long as you stay reasonable when I’m not around."

- "I promise. You know, we never really talked about it, but I appreciate how we've managed to bring our friends together like this."

- "Me too," she admits. "We’re creating our own little group, and it’s wonderful. It brings us even closer."

I smile, wholeheartedly agreeing with her. "Us." It's a word that still gives me butterflies when she says it. I can’t wait to officially start our life together.

[666writingcafe]

The Kingsblood Crucible

MC

I'm not gonna lie, I'm a bit annoyed. I get that Diavolo can't control the exact time of his trial, but did it really have to be mere moments after I woke up from the coma that Nightbringer put me in? It's almost like the universe is playing some sort of sick joke on me.

At least I'm able to eat the food Lucifer brought before Diavolo and I leave.

Once the two of us arrive at the royal tomb, we walk inside and go up to the statue of the Fairy King. According to the research I've done beforehand, the land that makes up the Devildom used to belong to him, but then one day a demon gave him some wine made from his own blood, putting the king into a deep sleep. The demon stole all of his land, thus becoming the first ever king of the Devildom.

Diavolo turns and gives me a ceremonial knife, and I draw a line on the palm of his hand.

"Fairy King, I present you with the blood that courses through my veins. My name is Diavolo, descendant of the rightful King of the Devildom and heir to the royal legacy."

The statue absorbs his blood, and its eyes remain closed. So far, so good.

Suddenly, the statue issues an order: prove thy virtue and thy destiny. The royal tomb is momentarily plunged into darkness before revealing...

Oh no. I've seen this before. Question is, why is the Fairy King showing us this particular memory?

"Oh, Lucifer," Diavolo whispers. "To think I'd have to see you like this again. The way you looked on this day..." He's holding back tears. I gently pat his shoulder as a way of letting him know that it's okay.

"I don't remember being so angry," he quietly observes.

"You weren't," I respond. After a brief moment of confusion, Diavolo nods his head.

"Of course. That makes a lot of sense. Do the others know?" He's referring to Barbatos and Thirteen being aware of my relation to Lilith.

"Yes. Lucifer suspects it, but I've been able to get him off my case for now."

"Good. He can't figure that out. Not yet, anyway."

"I am sure there could be no greater disgrace to one such as yourself, he who was once celebrated as the pride of the Celestial Realm," the memory of Barbatos states before turning to face the two of us. "However, it's far too little given the circumstances. Wouldn't you agree, Young Master?"

A shiver runs up my spine as Diavolo's eyes widen.

"This isn't how I remember it going--" he starts to tell me. Barbatos--or rather, a fake version of Barbatos--interrupts,

"The Celestial Realm has already rendered its judgement. Her punishment has been decided. If you willfully ignore that and choose to help her, it will mean war between the Devildom and Celestial Realm."

"I'm aware, but--"

"--but these dazzling jewels from the heavens have landed on your doorstep, and you must have them." The smile on fake Barbatos' face is rather eerie. If I didn't promise Diavolo to stay by his side through this trial, I'd start running.

"No matter the price, no matter how many demons must be sacrificed in exchange, you want these seven brothers for yourself," he continues. "And I know exactly why."

"Barbatos, stop. Don't do this." I see the fear in Diavolo's eyes, which means the illusion can, too.

And it will do anything in its power to use that fear against him.

I don't recall seeing anything about witnesses being allowed to help candidates pass the Kingsblood Crucible, but there also wasn't a rule prohibiting it, either. Should I take the risk?

"It's all about being a great demon, one who's worthy to call himself the Demon King's son. Isn't that right?"

Screw it. I'm not about to let an illusion lie to Diavolo like that.

"Don't listen to him," I tell the prince.

"They're so rare and beautiful. It's hard not to compare them to gemstones. If you were to command a group of demons like that, your esteemed father would surely be proud. All of this is so you can live up to his name."

"That isn't true!" I exclaim. Unfortunately, Diavolo doesn't seem to hear me. His eyes are glassy, like he's under a trance.

"I have to surpass him," he mumbles. "Otherwise, my life has no point."

Shit.

"Exactly, which is why you're willing to help this 'family in need', even though you know it entails far too great a risk. But ask yourself: is that really the sort of conduct you'd expect from a demon king?" Diavolo slowly shakes his head.

"It's almost as though you don't even want to be king," the illusion adds. "You just want to earn your father's approval--nothing more."

"Diavolo!" I yell. Nothing.

"Lord Diavolo!" Still nothing.

"Goddammit, look at me!" That finally gets his attention.

"I'm not fit to be the demon king," he whispers.

"Are you seriously going to believe a fairy apparition?!" I don't mean to sound quite so angry, but him seemingly giving up like this is rather frustrating. If he fails this trial, I might as well kiss everything resembling my home goodbye, and I won't allow that to happen. Not on my watch.

"Look, maybe you've acted this way before," I add. "It's not like I knew you as you were growing up, so it's perfectly possible that your sole motivation was gaining your father's approval. But I can tell you this: the Diavolo I know cares deeply about others. Not just your people, but everyone you meet and befriend. You try your hardest to do what is right, even if it goes against popular opinion. You strive for a future where the three realms can live harmoniously, because you know your father's way of doing things was selfish and cruel. If anyone is fit to rule over the Devildom, it's you."

"Do you actually think I can be the sort of king everyone hopes for?" Diavolo asks. "Can I be proper and just?"

"Trust me: I'm one of the last people that will blow smoke up your ass. If I felt you weren't capable, I'd let you know in a heartbeat. Besides, you won't be doing this alone. You'll have others helping you."

"Including you?" I find myself smiling, recalling the time he once told me that he'd want me to rule beside him someday.

"Including me." Taking a deep breath, he steps forward and grabs my hand.

"Then maybe there really is hope." The scene around us disappears, and soon we find ourselves back inside the royal tomb. A note awaits us at the base of the Fairy King's statue.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 ℭ𝔯𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔢. 𝔑𝔬 𝔣𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢.

(Transcription: The House of Lords has determined that you have passed the Kingsblood Crucible. No further action shall be taken at this time.)

Once we're outside the tomb, Diavolo stops and looks at me.

"You know, I'm not sure if I'm ready to return just yet. I need some time away."

"Perfectly understandable," I reply. "You've just been through a rough experience."

"So have you." Wait a minute.

"You're not suggesting I join you, are you?"

"That's exactly what I'm doing." Well, damn. Didn't see that coming.

"Of course, it's fine if you don't want to. I can have Barbatos open a portal for you to return to the castle. I just..." He momentarily trails off. "I feel bad for not allowing you to properly recover, and I want to make it up to you."

"Got somewhere in mind?" He grins at me

"Of course. I think you'll like it. It's nice and quiet, and the view is absolutely breathtaking."

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[asnowfern]

Love Me Before The Bubble Bursts

Summary: It is the last night of her work conference in Adriata and Elain decided that she needed to have a little bit of fun. Who else better to show her than her smooth talking redheaded counterpart from Springton? Rating: T WC: 3.2k Read on AO3 Listen to odoriko by Vaundy for vibes✨✨✨

A/N: Written for Day 1 of @sjmromanceweek : First Date! Don't mind me, just continuing to defy time zones during fandom events as I always do!

A warm orange hue lights up the modern furnishing of the sleek hotel room. Not that Elain is looking at any of that. With a slight smile to herself, she stares at the bold headline on her phone that she has read for the umpteenth time today. 

VELARIS LEADS THE CHARGE WITH REGIONAL GRID PROJECT TO DRIVE RENEWABLE ENERGY ADOPTION TO NEW HEIGHTS!

Giving it one last fond stare, she locks the phone with a click and collapses back into the plush bed. The device slides out of her hand and bounces lightly. She covers her eyes with the back of her forearm as an exhaustion washes over her. 

It’s done. It’s finally done.

After months of slaving over stacks and stacks of documentation and late nights of calls stretching different time zones that stretched into early morning meetings with key political players driving the project, the agreement has finally been signed at the major international energy conference in Adriata. She is elated, relieved, exhausted. 

She is exhausted and empty.

Elain reaches her hand out, feeling blindly for the familiar slim rectangular device. The large numbers of her Lock Screen jump out at her behind the beautiful backdrop of the Illyrian Mountains - a constant reminder of what she is trying to save. 

08:54 PM

Not an entirely unreasonable time to head to bed, she reckons. Afterall, she does have a long flight ahead of her tomorrow. Her eyes glaze over at the tall white ceiling, her brain drifting off with it. 

“It’s all work to you, Lainey. You have made your priorities very clear. I can’t be with someone who doesn’t make this, make me, a priority.” 

Rich brown eyes sharpen and Elain sucks in a breath. She promptly sits up, glancing around the expensive room she would likely never be able to afford by herself. She floats herself to the glassed wall, taking in the panoramic view of how the river sparkles even in the dark night, the city skyscrapers glittering in the distance. 

Making the snap decision, she flips around and stalks to her packed luggage. With one thrust elbow deep into the bag, she pulls out the elegant yet fun jumpsuit Vassa had insisted she brought. 

It doesn’t have to always be all work. She reminds herself firmly. She can have fun and let loose too. 

***

Or maybe not. 

She thinks sulkily as she idly stirs her cylindrical bottomed drink, topped off with a silly umbrella. An Adriata Afternoon, they had called it. A sweet slushy cocktail that is reminiscent of a margarita but more refined. Stronger too, judging by how light her head is getting. 

Her brow creases slightly at the flashing lights lighting up the dance floor, momentarily illuminating the moving bodies smushed together, drawing attention to body parts that would probably be better off in the shadows. Heaving one heavy sigh, she empties her drink in one go, and is about to rise to her feet when a flash of auburn slides into the seat next to her. 

“Leaving so soon?” The velvet baritone voice asks with the same authority that, more often than not, vexes her over the line. 

The edges of her mouth quirks. She should leave, she thinks, still possessing enough awareness to know that. But still, she tilts her head towards him in casual observation and lets her gaze linger and wash over her gilded counterpart from Springton. 

He has shed his stuffy tie and jacket from the conference, choosing to roll his sleeves to his elbows instead and reveal more of the golden brown skin and toned forearms. The sensual curve of his lips flick upwards lazily, intoxicating russet eyes she had never quite seen this up close rakes over her, branding every inch of exposed skin. 

Suddenly, the room is all too hot. 

Elain closes her fingers over the still cool surface of her glass and clears her throat, “Mr Vanserra.” 

He raises a perfectly arched eyebrow, “It’s after five. Call me Lucien.” 

She can’t help but huff lightly at the absurdity of the statement, can’t help the sassiness that creeps into her voice as she retorts, “I recall having many, many conversations long past five pm with you,” and it may be the Adriata Afternoon wrecking its own brand of havoc on her but the next words escape her breathily, dragging out each syllable, “Mister Vanserra.”

“Touché,” he chuckles and offers her a glass identical to the one in his other hand, “but today is pretty momentous and we deserve it, don’t you think, Miss Archeron?” 

She takes the glass, their fingers touching for a brief moment. She tries with little success to ignore how they seem to tingle pleasantly.

“Well then,” she raises her glass, declaring, “To us.” 

The glasses clink harmoniously. 

“To us.” 

***

Elain giggles, her fingers idly swirling the empty glass. “The look on his face though!”

“On his face?!” Lucien sputters in mock outrage, flinging his hands in the air, “do you have any idea how many management meetings I had to sit through afterwards to convince Tamlin of the trade benefits of the project?”

She dissolves into giggles and uses one delicate finger to wipe off a tear from the edge of her eye. At some point over the course of the last two drinks, they had moved to the cozy booth at the corner of the bar, far away enough from the blaring noise of the crowd. The length of her outer thigh is resting against his while his shoulders are close enough to occasionally rub against hers. 

She tries futilely to stifle the laughter still bubbling in her chest to commiserate in a barely straight face, nodding sagely, “Must have been trying.” 

Russet eyes narrow and the beautiful face leans in, full of mischievous intent. “It was,” the low husky bedroom voice leaves a trail of goosebumps down the back of her neck. Elain’s breath hitches, her head instinctively angles to the side, exposing the delicate fair skin of her neck. Thick lips hover a mere centimetre away, puffing hot breath with every tantalising word, “and how does the Velarian Authority intend to compensate for the wasted time?”

She hums. “Messy to bring in legal,” her eyes flutter close in relish of the phantom touch of lips on skin, “what if we settle this privately?” 

“Oh?” 

Chocolate orbs open to smouldering russet. It burns hot and bright. She twists her body towards him, apprehension and desire warring within her. She asks, spurred by the liquid courage coursing through her veins, “Shall we get out of here?”

Surprise overtakes him for a moment. A moment is all that’s needed for her to pull back and begin backpedalling furiously. She adds hastily, “Out of this building I mean. This is my first time in Adriata and I have barely taken one step out of the building and-“

“Elain,” he cuts off her rambling with surprising warmth, wrapping her hand in his. He pauses, flicking his gaze towards her strapping heels, a bright spark in his eyes, “I have just the idea but you might need to change to a more sensible pair of shoes though.”

Elain raises one piqued brow in response. 

***

“Really?” 

Lucien ignores the skepticism in her voice as he continues to tap into his phone, registering and renting the bicycles before them. Elain bounces from one ball of her foot to another. After a quick thought, she takes out a plain hair tie from her small bag and pulls her luscious golden brown hair back into a high ponytail. 

She glances around. Shutters have been pulled and locked down at the surrounding stores, a little presence of a nightlife beyond the bustle of the rooftop bar they were just at. But even at this late hour, the promenade by the river that snakes through the central district of Adriata is still sparsely populated, mostly by couples strolling with their fingers interlaced, the air filled with soft whispers and shoulder bumps.

A click of his phone later, her unlikely companion for the evening slides the slim device into his pocket. 

“Done!” He announces with a flourish, a welcoming smile graces handsome features and sends the butterflies in her stomach into a fluttering flurry. “Well, my lady? Your personal bicycle tour awaits.” 

She takes the bicycle being rolled towards her, swinging a graceful leg over it, sending him a bright smile. “Lead on, good sir.”

Lucien sets them off at an easy pace. Elain follows easily, sending much needed blood circulation through her alcohol plied body, which has also seen little but short walks from her hotel room and the conference halls for the past week. The cool breeze of the city whips about her face playfully. 

They take a sharp take away from the glittering river and begin meandering about the quiet roads slicing through tall office buildings. Elain is about to open her mouth to send a teasing remark to her tour guide about the tour lacking in scenery when said guide turns back to her with a wink, as if he knew exactly what she was about to say. 

She pumps more energy into her legs so that they’re cycling side by side instead. “So do you often give flirtatious bike tours to women you’ve just met?”

Hopelessly fishing, maybe, but here she is.

“But we are not strangers, are we?” He returns evenly, “we have been conversing for months. What makes you think I haven’t been thinking about this for ages?”

Elain isn’t able to stop the flush rising up her chest. She had found the man insanely attractive from the moment he turned on his video setting on the project kickoff call, of course. A silent admiration that made the long hours a tad easier to bear. But to think that he might have thought the same of her? Something within her preens like a well-groomed cat.

“My, my,” she tuts, “and to think I’ve thought you so professional the past few months.” Her lips curve in a good-natured tease at the slight crease in his brows, the indignation forming, and continues quickly in a quiet confession, “me too.” 

She snaps her head abruptly back to the front of the road, not wanting to catch his reaction. Not yet. 

There is a huff of laughter next to her before he pulls up in front of her once more, leading the way. It isn’t long before a long length of dense trees come into sight. Crossing the dense layer of greenery opens up to a huge open space roaring with life - a night market, of sorts.

They return the urban sharing bikes, turning them back into the designated lots. There are a series of clicks as the bicycles engage its locking mechanism. Elain takes the elbow offered chivalrously to her, looping her arm with the redhead. 

The market is filled with Adriata locals, full of chatter in its native language. There are a variety of stalls that formed two layers of the circular space - the inner row that comprises mostly of stalls selling food and beverages and the outer rows that comprises a mix of fun carnival games and small rides, even a petite ferris wheel that has somehow remain hidden behind its forested guards, invisible to the outside eye.

Their first stop is a fried street snack - a well-spiced battered collection of mushrooms and seafood. The perfect oily balance to the alcoholic drinks they had. Lucien smiles, too entirely pleased with himself, as Elain gushes at the perfect crispy texture of the exterior and soft insides, wonderfully complemented by the tangy dipping sauce. They pair it with a sweet spiced honey drink that washes it down perfectly.

They walk along the chain of typical carnival games. She stops them in their tracks by grabbing tightly on to Lucien’s elbow, gasping at a familiar fox plushie with synthetic bright orange fur.

“Is that a limited edition plushie of the fox character from the Suriel show?” She asks, more to herself than her companion. 

“Indeed, it is,” answers the jovial game master in a thick accent, pleased at the recognition, “all yours if you can hit all the targets.”

Elain turns to Lucien, her eyes bright and sparkling. “It will double our chances if we both try, yeah?”

An embarrassingly long time later, they continued strolling along with the fox toy tucked snugly between the crooks of her elbow and an all too pleased look on her face. Next to her, her companion sneaks fond affectionate looks at her. 

They have almost completed their round of the market, pausing at what is likely their last stop of the evening - the Ferris wheel. It is clunky and almost pathetically small, utterly inadequate in showcasing any views the proud city boasts. Yet, there was something about its old school charm that draws you in. 

Another exchange of coins later and the pair are stepping into the small booth. They seat themselves opposite one another, their knees touching in its limited space. 

“If you’ve enjoyed yourself on the Vanserra Tours today. It will really help us if you could leave us a 5-star review on Yelp.” Lucien quips, breaking the silence. 

Elain giggles, relishing in the lightness in her chest, a feeling she hasn’t felt in the longest time. She grabs his hands and slips both hands into large palms, callous blisters on the flipped side of his knuckles a contrast against her soft skin. 

“Thank you,” she says softly into the small enclosure, “I’ve had a great time today.” 

Her gaze crawls up the length of his graceful body, the subtle signs of well-defined muscles underneath the formal shirt to the breathtaking sharp contours of his face and striking russet eyes, looking back at her as if she is something so unbearably precious. Letting go of the last semblance of nerves, she surges forward to slot her lips against his. 

A low groan fills the small booth and the noise of the machinery and outside world disappears. 

Strong arms circle around her and pull her onto his lap. She loops her own arms around his neck as they deepen the kiss, her lips parting at the first swipe of tongue. 

He tastes of a cool autumn night, warm spices mixed with a heady dose of sweet cinnamon. Sucking, nipping and the press of tongue on tongue. Sharp tugs on silky tresses and wandering hands trailing a blaze up and down her all too warm body. It is all consuming and all Elain wants is more. More more more. She presses into the delicious warmth of his body, moulding soft curves into hard planes.

A loud throat clearing pulls them apart. They turn to look at the unimpressed lady minding the ride. 

“This is a family ride.” She says flatly, dark eyes are thick with judgement. 

They leave with sheepish apologies but completely unapologetic grins, their fingers interlaced tightly, bodies flushed into each other, the fox still tucked tightly in her other arm. All through the journey in the back of the car hire and the elevator ride up to her hotel room. Until the room door snips shut and they fall gracelessly into the large bed.

***

Elain is having a good dream. 

She can’t remember what it was about but there is a thrum of content that has her heart humming and whistling. She lets out a happy sigh and buries her face deeper into her pillow. 

A sudden rude blare of an alarm tears her out of her reverie. 

Chocolate brown eyes open to a hazy vision. She blinks blearily, her brain needing a few more moments to register the foreign environment. The bed beneath her moves and groans, and the memories of the night before flood her sleep addled brain.

With her head still resting on the soft pillow, she turns to look at Lucien. His eyes are still closed as his hand grasps wildly to search for his phone, which from the ringtone, is somewhere within the pile of clothes strewn across the floor. Elain feels her lips curving upwards in its own accord at the futility of the man’s action. 

She chimes lyrically, “It’s not there.”

Russet eyes snap open, its gaze focusing sharply on her before the next buzz of his alarm pulls him aware. Lucien rolls out of bed, giving Elain another glimpse of firm butt cheeks as he sleepily saunters his way over to fish his phone out of the long pants and turns off the alarm. He sighs deeply, pushing long legs into the apparel. 

“I have a morning flight out,” he informs, his voice coated with regret. 

Her heart stutters, a weight dropping heavily in her stomach. “Already?” 

She sits up, unabashedly letting the covers slip off and bare her chest to him. Lucien heads over, his hands rest on hers, pinning her to the soft mattress. He drops a kiss on her forehead, whispering, “Don’t move. I want to commit this sight to my memory.” 

He steps back, and even though her hands are now free, Elain doesn’t move. 

“You have my number.” She reminds him with a sad smile. 

He agrees, “I do.”

It’s an unspoken promise that lifts her heart just slightly. With a final wink from the male, Elain watches silently as Lucien turns around and exits the room. 

***

Six Months Later

“Let’s go, already,” Vassa complains, the Scythian native is sprawled on the small guest couch in Elain’s office, “I’m hungry.” 

“In a minute.” Elain’s fingers fly across the keyboard, “Just need to send out one last email.”  

Elain’s colleague and close friend groans, her head falling back on the uncomfortable synthetic leather surface. Mere seconds later, a rectangular light shines on her face as she begins typing on her phone. 

Elain turns back to her screen, humming, “Almost done.”

A couple minutes of furious clicks later, she slams her index finger down on the “Enter” button. “Sent! Let’s go.” 

“Finally!” The redhead cries out exasperatedly, “Let’s go.” 

Elain raises her brows but says nothing as she lets her friend loop their elbows together and practically pull her to the elevator. 

All thoughts eddy from her mind when the lift doors slide open, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of another redhead waiting on the other side. 

“How?”

Lucien slips his hands out of his pocket, his eyes bright and warm, “I’m on a three year attachment as a Springton representative for the regional grid project.”

Elain spins to round on Vassa. Her close friend and director of the Human Resource division, “You knew!” 

“Of course I did.” She answers smoothly, giving Elain a slight push out of the doors. “Now, if you don’t mind. I have lunch plans.” She gives the both of them a cheeky wink, “Enjoy your reunion!”

Elain turns back to Lucien, taking a small step forward. Her head angles slightly when she notices the slight glimmer of nerves in those breathtaking eyes. She inhales deeply before asking lightly, “Is this why you haven’t replied my text from this morning?”

A tension visibly loosens from his shoulders as his face crinkles in amusement. He steps forward to close the gap between them, raising his hands to gently cup her cheeks. He whispers, “Surprise.” 

There is nothing else left for Elain to do but to rise to the ball of her feet and lightly brush her lips against his. 

“Welcome to Velaris.” 

End

[little-diable]

Darkness - Halbrand (smut)

As promised, I finally got to sit down and write a Halbrand drabble. Please reblog and like if you enjoyed reading this. I'd appreciate it. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Halbrand catches the reader admiring the stars, and while the ship sails ahead to Middle Earth, he makes her feel things no Human nor Sindarin words could ever describe.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, somewhat public sex

Pairing: Halbrand x Elf!fem!reader

The stars were twinkling in the sky, blinking one by one as if they were telling a story - each waiting for their turn. She couldn’t draw her eyes away from them, and had never been able to stop admiring the finest and rawest beauty this world could offer her. 

“What do you see? Up there, I mean.” His voice ripped her out of her thoughts, forcing her eyes away from the sky. Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes met his, momentarily losing her trail of thought. 

From the moment their paths had crossed on that forsaken raft, he had made her feel like this. A feeling no human nor Sindarin words could manage to describe. 

“Secrets. Long forgotten stories of the ones whose names we no longer remember.” Halbrand took a step closer, and another, till he came to rest next to her, hands placed on the wooden railing of the ship, right next to hers. With her teeth biting the inside of her cheek, (y/n) forced herself to stare ahead, not wanting to lose herself in his closeness. 

“If being on that raft for endless nights taught me one thing, it was to admire what I’ve never allowed myself to admire before.” Her breath hitched in her chest as he slowly placed his hand on top of hers, interlacing their fingers. Perhaps she should have pushed him away. Perhaps she should have chased the distance he was currently minimising. And yet she didn’t. She couldn’t.

“Do you fear the days ahead?” It took Halbrand a moment to reply, he turned his body towards hers, fingers still interlaced as his other hand found her cheek. He studied her features, held the same expression she had when she had admired the sky above. Heat rushed through her body like the river flowing through Valinor, taking over every part of her body. 

“I don’t fear much, the only thing I fear is the uneasiness lying ahead.” Halbrand squeezed her hand, distracting her from his words. With his eyes flickering down to her lips, he pulled her closer, not sparing any attention to the closeby soldiers. Stuck in a trance neither of them had ever felt before, she felt his breath teasing her lips, wanting to draw her in.

An impatient huff rumbled through her, hoping that he’d give in and finally press his lips against hers, wanting to chase the contact mere humans would describe with the most loving words imaginable. With a chuckle clawing through him, Halbrand kissed her, lips perfectly moulding against hers.

(Y/n)’s body worked on its own, arms finding their way around his neck, pulling the smirking man even closer. His hands were no longer searching hers, though placed on her waist to keep her in place, not daring to let go of (y/n). Both had a hard time breathing, hearts racing too fast for their bodies to catch up with, urged on by the carnal desire to feel and experience more than this. 

With a sigh he pulled away from her, staring at her for a few seconds before he started to pull her along. No further words were spoken as Halbrand guided (y/n) down to the bottom of the ship, having a place in mind that could offer some kind of privacy to the two. Halbrand took in his surroundings before he pushed her into the small cabin, lips searching hers once again. 

They were engulfed by darkness, though a darkness so comforting, (y/n) didn’t spare any thoughts on the dangers lingering in this very cabin. Halbrand’s calloused fingers did quick work of her uniform, helping her out of the metal, exposing her body with every piece finding its way to the ground. (Y/n)’s fingers did work of their own, desperate to feel his warm skin beneath her fingers. 

She found herself pressed against the nearest wall as the last piece of clothing was torn off her body, leaving Halbrand to explore the skin he couldn’t see in the dark. One of her hands trailed down his upper body, tracing the carefully chiselled muscles - one by one - before she reached her destination. 

“Fuck,” Halbrand moaned against her lips, eyes fluttering close to relish in the unfamiliar touch. She pumped him slow at first, not wanting to rush the moment, and yet (y/n) couldn’t help but hope to hear his voice again. But before his vocal cords could produce yet another sound, he pulled her hand off his cock. 

Without another warning, Halbrand pulled one of her legs around his waist, hand disappearing between her thighs. She was dripping for him, desperate to feel him buried inside of her like she had dreamt of him doing for days on end now. Her head fell against his shoulder, muffling the sound of her moans.

“Shh, gotta be quiet, we don’t want to wake the others, do we?” A spurt of adrenaline shot through her, head slowly shaking from left to right. His fingers circled her clit, adding more pressure to his touch as Halbrand kept on teasing her, dragging out the moment. Whimpers, moans and silent beggings rolled off her tongue, hoping that he’d give in and fuck her, giving the two what they’ve been desperate for. 

And as if he no longer could hold back, Halbrand let go of her for a moment, only to align himself with her heat. He pulled her in for a searing kiss, distracting her from the feeling of his cock slowly sinking into her tightness. Their moans were swallowed by their close contact, hearts singing a tune of lust and adoration, hoping that the moment would never pass. 

A devilish grin tugged on Halbrand’s lips, she pulsed around him, moans growing louder with every ferocious thrust. He fucked her against the wall, leaving his marks, claiming her as his. And she loved every second of it, not daring to think about the ones lying nearby. 

“God,” Halbrand groaned, eyes squeezed shut as he tightened his grip on her leg, nails leaving marks behind on her skin. “We should have done this much sooner.” 

(Y/n) couldn’t reply, too focused on her arising high, hand disappearing between their bodies to circle her clit, pushing her further towards the edge. Her walls fluttered around his cock, trying to pull him even closer, begging him to pick up the pace of his thrusts. Their moans bled together, forming a moment so raw, so intimate, neither Halbrand or (y/n) ever experienced before.  

“Cum for me, love.” With a deep breath sucked into her aching lungs, (y/n) came on his cock. He had to cover her mouth with his hand, drowning out her moans. And with one last thrust, Halbrand followed her down the edge, imprinting himself on her walls, heat thumping through her system. 

“I got you, hold on.” Sweet nothings were murmured as he pulled out of her, keeping her close to stabilise her trembling frame. And as they were standing there, engulfed by darkness, they were sure that they were admiring something far more beautiful than the twinkling stars.

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Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 5

word count: 578

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

October 3, 1987

Dear Will,

Why does loving you feel so wrong, yet so right? It seems like for every thought I have about you, another comes to bite me in the ass. I wish I could just think about you in peace without all of the shame. But at the same time, I know it isn’t normal for me to like you, to love you, to want you. I’m usually able to stop my mind from wandering into that territory, but there’s something about you that is making it more and more difficult for me to resist those thoughts from entering my head. I think the main culprit is your shoulders. Yes, I said it. I am attracted to your shoulders. Specifically when you wear your polo shirts that are a size or two too small and hug your upper body a little too tightly. Or when you steal my leather jacket and shove it on, and it accentuates your arms, rather than making them disappear like it does to mine. You’re so attractive, it’s actually crazy. I think my brain needs to catch up to my heart. Because my heart is thriving, but my brain is a killjoy.

On another (less horny) note, it feels amazing to have you back in school again. I meant it when I told you that Hawkins wasn’t the same without you. I wasn’t the same without you. But now I have you. As a friend, of course. Obviously. And that’s totally okay. Because now, walking through the hallways doesn’t feel so lonely. Now, when someone says something funny, I’m able to turn and see your reaction. Now, I can put effort into my English notes again, because someone never reads the assigned chapters. And now, I’m not going to fail art!

Speaking of, I might have run out of space in my binder of your art. So I had to run to Melvald’s to pick up another one. Your mom had so many questions, and I was a stuttering mess for literally no reason. I ended up telling her it was for an English project, which was a stupid idea, because I momentarily blanked and failed to remember that we’re in the same class. Your mom got all wound up like she usually does and sent me off with a second binder to drop off at your house on her behalf, because she didn’t know we had a “project” due. I was so embarrassed, standing in your doorway and watching your face morph from surprise to confusion, then to amusement. But seeing you laugh at my idiocy made it all the more worth it. And now you have a random binder in your possession that is definitely not for an English project. I hope you find some use for it.

When I got home, I started putting your newer drawings in the second binder, and kind of spent an hour staring at and analyzing them when I should have been doing homework. So your notes for the next few chapters of The Grapes of Wrath probably won’t be too detailed this time around… sorry. I can’t help that I’m completely obsessed with you. I should probably get to those notes, though, before I forget to take them altogether. Plus, we have plans to ride bikes to school early so we can work on our next campaign, and this overdramatic paladin needs his beauty rest.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

Love,

Mike

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I need a rockstar boyfriend fic of Ville please, im begging

on stage | v.v

you’re in the crowd of one of ville’s concerts, and you just can’t help yourself.

warnings: mentions reader being drunk, fluff in general, a tiny glance of suggestive content

word count: 3.4k

a/n: saw this pic on pinterest, and it made me think of this ask. hope you enjoy :)

taglist: @asskickedbygirl (lmk if you want to be added!)

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"I love you Ville! You're so fucking hot!" The girl next to you screamed again just as the song the band was playing faded out into quiet, clearly trying to get a rise out of your boyfriend who was about ten feet away on stage. You and Bam both shared yet another look, breaking out in snorting laughter despite the fact that you could barely hear each other over the noise around you.

"You should start screaming like that! Throw your bra at him or something!" Bam called in your ear, motioning to where Ville was lighting his cigarette and laughing at something Mige was saying. That was a genius idea, and you started laughing once again as he introduced it to you. It was fun to fuck with Ville even when he was on stage on the rare occasion that you were actually in the audience.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Hope your panties are getting wet by now." Ville crooned into the microphone over the sound of your scheming plan, his eyes glancing only momentarily to yours to make sure that you and Bam were still there before he was looking out over the crowd that then erupted in cheers at his crude words. He could've asked everyone around you to squat and spread and they probably would've done it. Bam included.

Once he looked away, you quickly fumbled your bra off, slipping it out of the side of the tank top you were wearing and holding it victoriously up to Bam. The best part was, Ville had been very intently watching you get dressed that morning, so you knew he was going to know exactly whose it was. Score.

So, you then yanked your arm back as far as you could get it, summoned all of the strength you had inside of you, and then chucked your bra forward. And, to your pleasant surprise, you managed to nail your boyfriend almost directly in the face with it in a moment of impeccable aim. You would've paid to have a picture of the look on his face at that moment.

Ville's voice halted to a stop at being hit with a bra, and then he started laughing that hyena laugh that you loved so much as he held the bra up to the crowd.

"You dirty bastards! Have some decency!" He guffawed, a smirk on his face as he spoke to the still-screaming crowd. Then, you watched with a smirk on your face as he studied the bra a little closer, his smile fading slightly before recognition flashed in his eyes and his gaze immediately snapped down to you. He held up the bra accusingly.

"This better not be yours." He was staring directly at you as he spoke into the microphone. All eyes immediately turned in yours and Bam’s direction due to the fact, and all they could see was the both of you laughing your asses off before you let out the loudest cheer you could possibly muster.

"I love you Ville Valo!" You screamed, jumping up and down and grinning like an idiot while you whooped because he was chuckling with an exasperated look on his face. He held up your bra higher to give everyone else in the crowd a better look.

"That is my beautiful girlfriend. Who is screaming and throwing items of clothing at me." Ville announced, pointing down to you and shaking his head with a good-natured grin on his face. Usually you didn't really like to draw attention to yourself when you attended Ville's concerts, because usually Ville's die-hard, hopelessly in love fans weren't a huge fan of his real-life girlfriend, but you were admittedly a little drunk. You could never understand why they saw you as competition instead of someone who was just as obsessed with him as they were. You couldn't help the fact that you just happened to be able to fuck him whenever you wanted to as an added bonus. “And I bought this fucking bra.”

You cheered again at his introduction, flipping him off with the hand that wasn't holding a beer at the same time just for the fun of it. And Bam only added in on the fun.

"Put it on! Put it on! Put it on!" He started to chant as loudly as he could, jabbing a finger at the bra still hanging off of Ville's index finger. You laughed again before joining in, chanting just as loud as your friend before the people in your immediate vicinity slowly joined in with the both of you. You probably wouldn't have been encouraging this if you hadn't been drinking, but oh well. It's not like Ville was sober, either.

Ville clearly heard all of you, and he shook his head while laughing as he inspected your bra. You definitely knew he knew how to take off a bra, but clearly he had no idea how to put one on. Talents only fell in certain places, you supposed.

"Alright, fucker. Get up here and put it on me." He motioned for you to come up, and as much fun as that sounded, you weren't sure how you were going to make it over the barrier considering how much alcohol was in your system. You gave him a helpless look, then watched as he impatiently motioned for Bam to help you before you were being offered a hand and then hoisted up so that you were standing on the barrier. Ville took over from there, reaching out his hand and then shouting for you to jump before you were standing on the stage next to him on shaky feet in front of thousands of people.

"You're such an asshole. I'm gonna look so drunk in pictures." You complained once you were close enough for him to hear you, beaming despite when he handed you back your own bra. Everybody in the crowd was basically screeching by this point, and you silently wondered if you being within five feet of the man you shared a bed with every night was really that big of a deal.

"Good thing you look hot when you're drunk." He reassured, gently taking the beer that you still had in your hand and taking a long swig as he turned around, both so that you could put your bra on him and so that he was facing the microphone before beginning to talk again. "You are all witnessing crossdressing live! Clap, applaud, and all of that sort!"

You were laughing your ass off as you helped him get your bra on before beginning to attempt clipping it shut despite the fact that you were super drunk and Ville wouldn't stop moving around as he shouted into his microphone. Finally, when you got the last clip done, you stepped around him, turning him towards the audience and eliciting a whole new round of cheering as you presented Ville Valo himself in your lacy red and black bra to the thousands of people in the audience. You could just make out Bam laughing so hard he was almost crying.

Ville was still drinking your beer, and he threw his arms in the air and let out a cheer that almost spilled it right on you as a result. The bra obviously didn't fit, and the band was really tight around him, which made you a little worried that he was going to snap the band of your favorite bra if he kept lifting his arms over his head like that.

"Now! Once for good luck before we continue to the next song!" Ville spoke into the microphone once more before he was turning to you, grabbing your face in both of his hands, and then kissing you passionately. There was enough force behind his lips to where you had to wrap an arm tightly around his waist to save yourself from falling backwards, kissing him back just as passionately with one hand cupping his sweaty cheek.

He kissed you until he seemed satisfied with the amount of spit you had transferred and gotten all over both of your mouths, anything you tried to say to each other drowned out by the hysterical noise from the crowd before he finally let his tight grip on you go lax.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Missus!" He called into the microphone before giving you one last kiss on your cheek and then motioning for Bam to come back up to the barrier so that he could transfer you back down. His lips dipped to your ear as he followed you towards the edge of the stage. "You behave yourself down there, woman."

"Yeah, yeah. You keep your tits in that bra." You retorted, pressing a quick last-minute kiss to his lips despite his unimpressed look at your words before you allowed him to help you back down onto the barrier before you essentially jumped down on Bam.

"You two are so gross." Bam said as soon as you were close enough to hear him over the noise around you as Ville started into the next song, wrinkling his nose at you and Ville’s (very) public display of affection. You just cheered again in his face, flipping him off.

Being the lead singer's girlfriend was really fun.

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Ville wore your bra for the entire rest of the concert. Not once did he even touch it, and you were actually kind of shocked the clasp had never snapped with how long it had been strained around him.

When the concert was finally over and you were given the okay to go backstage and find the band considering you and Bam were both staying on the tour bus with them for the night, Bam immediately dipped in favor of going up to where the band was starting the after-concert partying on the bus. Ville had been held behind for an interview, and you knew he was still going to be in the backstage dressing room, so that's exactly where you headed.

However, when you knocked on the door just in case, you got no response. You frowned slightly, wanting mostly to just sit down for a few minutes considering you’d been drinking heavily for the past four hours or so and you were a little tired, instead deciding to just come in anyway.

Ville was nowhere to be seen in the small dressing room, but you could hear a shower running in the back, and you sighed in relief at knowing that he was in fact still there. And in the shower, on top of that. He'd been sweaty even when you’d been up on stage with him, and there had been another hour to the concert after that where he'd been cooking in the heat while running all over the stage. You loved him to death, but his post-concert smell in summer wasn't exactly your favorite.

"Your bra is on the couch!" Ville called from the bathroom where the door was half-open, the sound of a bottle clicking open coming soon after he spoke. You made a face as you came into the bathroom.

"Ugh. I'm not wearing that after you sweated all over it." You chuckled as soon as you saw him, because he was obviously taller than the shower curtain, and you could see his pretty green eyes over the top of the shower rod. "Hi, handsome."

"Do you see how fucking short this stupid shower is?" He complained immediately, pulling the shower curtain back just far enough for you to see the fact that he had to dip his head down considerably in order for the water to hit his hair. You peeled the curtain back a little further with a coy grin on your face, and that same look immediately spread to his features. "Perfect height for you, actually."

"We cannot take forever." Despite your warning, you were already peeling off your slightly-sweaty clothing (still sans-bra), leaving a pile on top of your shoes before stepping into the shower after him where he had the curtain peeled back for you. "I'm surprised you showered."

"Why thank you." He scoffed, his tone raised as if he was offended by your words despite the fact that he had a habit of not doing so when you weren't with him on tour. "I like to be presentable when my beautiful woman is around, if you don't mind."

You just laughed and then reached up to cup his cheek just as he dipped down, kissing him sloppily as one of his arms circled around your hips. He then pulled back from the kiss, an amused look on his face.

"How many beers did you drink, spitfire?" He teased, clearly referring to the way you were kissing him. You ran a finger over the deep red lines left on his ribs from wearing a too-tight bra, smiling up at him and shrugging.

"Six." It might've been seven. One of the perks of knowing the band was that you got to keep a personal case of beer on the other side of the barrier. He kissed you again, lips trailing from your cheek down to your jaw and then finally to your throat.

"Good girl. I'm proud." He then broke away, leaving you with a pout on your lips and wanting more. "Stop distracting me. I'm trying to shower."

Well it was a good thing he invited you in with him, then. You couldn't have physically been rolling your eyes harder.

By the time you both got out of the shower, Ville's thick eyeliner and eyeshadow had run and smeared all around his eyes, and he looked exactly like a goth going through a breakup. So, you set to work on making him look like an acceptable member of society.

"You should throw your clothes at me on stage more often. Next time wear that thong with like, an inch of fabric on it." Ville suggested as you crouched beside him on the couch to clean up his eyes, holding his chin between your fingers so that he didn't move around. You rolled your eyes.

"You gonna wear that, too?" You asked dryly, letting out a heavy sigh at the fact that he always had to choose the eye makeup that stuck to his skin the hardest. He would've been completely fine with just leaving it like that until it eventually just faded on its own, but he had to look clean at some point in his life.

"Oh yeah. That will really make all the ladies want me." He shot back, a satisfied smirk on his face at his own words. For what felt like the millionth time, you rolled your eyes.

"You are so funny, you know that?" If looks could kill. At your sarcastic tone, all he did was just smile and nod.

"Yes, so I've been told." He squeezed his arm a little tighter where it was wrapped comfortably around your drawn-up knees, leaning further towards you despite the fact that you were still trying to clean off his face. "Give me a kiss."

"Promise you’ll wear a thong, but only when we get back home, and then I'll give you a kiss." You had that same satisfied smirk on your face as you played his game better than he could, leaning away from him and pausing your efforts on his eyes. He immediately frowned.

"Why do you have to be like that?" In the face of his obvious pouting you just laughed, one hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you essentially laughed at your own words. When you finally got ahold of yourself enough to give him a look that told him you were indeed serious, he let out a deep huff. "Fine. Whatever."

"Good boy." That was just for a little cherry on top as you gave him his requested kiss, only to get a stubborn peck in response before he leaned away so that you couldn't kiss him any more than that. You tried not to laugh again. "Come on! Don't be like that. I want a kiss."

"Well I don't want one any more." Once again, he huffed, and you really would've believed his whole attitude had you not known him better than that. You moved your hand from where you were still holding his head in place and carded your fingers through his damp hair.

"I love you. Don't be a grouch." A futile request, considering that was about 90% of his personality, but it never hurt to try. He was looking away from you out of clear protest, but his gaze was forced to find yours once again when you slid into his lap. "I was kidding." Kind of.

"Good. I was crossing my fingers when I said yes." See? What a fucking grouch. You gave him a look while his lips just twitched into the beginnings of a grin again, his arms wrapping tightly around you as he leaned forward to press his chest into yours. "Keep making that face. You look hot."

"Oh my god. Shut up." You were starting to brew the idea of cleaning all the smeared black makeup off of his face except for a tiny little dick shape to leave on his skin for the rest of the night if he kept it up. He did shut up then, instead giving you the kiss you had requested whilst simultaneously basically bear-hugging you.

You inhaled his scent as you kissed him, hands sliding under the collar of the shirt that he had put on after getting out of the shower. You were only with him for a few more days before you had to fly back home for work (while, of course, Bam got to stay), and you were soaking up every single minute you got with him as a way to make up for it.

Finally, after you were both getting to the point of ragged breathing with your hand down Ville's shirt and his hand up yours, you suddenly remembered your rule not to take forever, and you regrettably broke the kiss.

"We should go up before they come down here to get you." You mumbled partially against his lips, hating yourself for having to say it as he massaged your hip bones under the waistband of your jeans. He sighed but non-verbally agreed, letting you get up off of him before he got up after you.

"You drive me insane, you know that?" He muttered as he caught you with his hand on your hip, pulling you back towards him with a love-drunk look on his face. You smiled, leaning your chest into his.

"If you keep calling me 'the Missus' when you talk about me to thousands of people, they're going to start thinking I’m your wife." You pointed out, only smiling more at the way he was biting his lip as he looked down at you.

"Good. You will be someday." He said without a hint of hesitation, pressing kisses to your cheek and moving over to quickly kiss your lips before he broke away to grab his pack of cigarettes from where he'd left it on the vanity table that was on the far side of the room. "As soon as you stop asking me to wear thongs."

"Ugh. You are so lame." You complained as you grabbed your bra off the couch, trying to ignore the fact that you could feel that it was still soaked with sweat. And, of course, there was no way to do laundry on tour. "Live a little."

"Yep. There goes ‘Y/n Valo’. Never to be heard of again." Ville replied airily, his voice coming out muffled as he lit the cigarette he had just stuck between his lips. You were trying to act annoyed, but you could only laugh.

"Fine! I'll wait until after we're married." Work smarter, not harder. He just shot you a dirty look as he joined you by the door, taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers together as he opened the door with his free hand. You’d cleaned up most of the makeup off of his face, but you’d left him enough to keep the dark and brooding look going, so his glare looked even darker as he looked down at you.

"You are so goddamn lucky that you're beautiful."

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

John the Apostle | Muse | Romantic

Dialogue prompt: "Your hair is so messy." - "Oh, please. It's because you can't stop touching it."

Requested: Yes

In order for you to be able to draw John properly, his hair just has to be perfect.

The charcoal slides against the parchment smoothly, carefully pressured by your precise hand to leave behind fine lines without the charred wood snapping underneath it. You trace your tongue over your bottom lip as you apply the final details, your gaze flicking up and down every few moments to see if you’re still on the right track, but your state of concentration is soon broken by a sudden voice behind you.

“Are you done yet?”

For the third time in ten minutes, Nathanael questions how far along you are, and does so in the most Nathanael-fashion possible. In spite of it being not the first time, it startles you nevertheless, and you close your eyes in annoyance as a small stripe of charcoal now sits obnoxiously inside the eye, where you had been working on the pupil. 

“Thank you for that, Nath.” you sigh exasperatedly, voice laced with sarcasm, knowing that thumbing away the mistake will lead to nothing but an awful smudge, and you momentarily stare at the portrait you had been sketching. You had managed to capture the warm features of Jesus’ face, had given His beard just the right amount of volume and you were more than happy with the shape of His nose, but now, the kindness of His eyes falls flat because of an ugly thick stripe of charcoal. 

“Sorry about that.” Nathanael quips, “Anyways, do you think you can draw me one of those as well?”

If glares could kill, Nathanael would have met his demise the moment you set eyes on him. He takes your narrowed eyes for his sign to leave, showing his palms in defence. “You don’t have to do it right now, no worries at all.” He backs off before you’re even able to voice the thought that the former architect wouldn’t be able to sit still for that long anyways.

Inhaling sharply, you turn your gaze up to Jesus, Who gives you a small smile.

“I’m sorry, Master,” you sigh, “It was going so well, I was so proud of how it was turning out. I will of course make You a new portrait, and I will try my very best to capture the same details as I did in this previous–”

Jesus holds out His hand. “Nonsense, (Y/n), I am sure it is beautiful. Let Me take a look.” You reluctantly hand Him the piece of parchment and He inspects it, drinking in every little bit of the drawing. 

“I-I know it is likely not what I could have–”

“It is beautiful, (Y/n). Thank you very much, I love it!”

Your eyes widen. “Really?”

Jesus nods, then lets his gaze go to someone who is coming up behind you. “Really. See, there are more people who would like to have their portraits drawn.”

Your smile falls. “I thought I was pretty clear, Nathanael, that I am not in the mood to–”

Upon pivoting and being about to give Nathanael a piece of your mind, you come face to face with nobody less than John.

The very man you’ve been sketching in secret in your notebook for the past weeks.

The former fisherman who has started to become a muse of sorts ever since you had a romantic dream about him two months ago.

The younger son of Zebedee whom you’ve been sweet on for a while now. 

The one who sends butterflies through your entire system. 

“John, hi!” you somehow manage to greet him, “Uh, shalom, how are you?”

John the Beloved smiles sweetly. “I am doing well, (Y/n), thank you. How about you?”

You nod and gulp in an attempt to get rid of the dryness of your throat, but to no avail. “I’m good!” you squeal, a bit too high-pitched for your liking, “I just made a sketch of Jesus.”

With his eyebrows raised in curiosity, John looks at the piece of parchment in Jesus’ hands. The Messiah hands it to him so that he can inspect it closer, and your face flushes whilst he scrutinises it. 

“This is so good, (Y/n), you are very talented!”

Flustered, you lower your gaze. “Thanks, I’m trying my very best to get better at it.”

John hums and hands back the parchment to Jesus, Who stands and gives you another word of thanks before walking off, heading for his tent where He finds His leather backpack to safely tuck away the drawing. 

“Would you…” John rubs his neck, “Would you be open to drawing me as well? I would like to give my eema some sort of gift to remember me by.”

The thoughtful comment warms your heart. 

“Sure,” you breathe, “Right now?”

His hair bounces as he nods, and you look at it. Chewing your lip, you can already see a few loose strands that need to be tucked into place. 

“Would you like me to sit anywhere in particular?”

You gesture towards a fallen log on the edge of camp. “How about there?” you propose, and John hums in agreement.

“Sounds like a great plan. I’ll bring you a chair, hold on.”

The fisherman carries a small stool over to the log, so that both of you can get comfortable. With the change in light, you recognise that you take another angle than the one you had drawn Jesus in, and you shift a little closer to the younger son of Zebedee. 

“Want me to sit here?” 

You hum. “Please.” He puts the stool down for you to position properly. You drag it over to the right position and reach for your bag.

John takes a seat on the log so that you aren’t looking right into the sun and pulls a rather prideful face, puffing out his chest, straightening his back. “How about this pose?” he suggests, causing you to snort a laugh. 

“You aren’t going to keep that up for long, trust me.”

“Why not?” John asks whilst you take an unwritten sheet of parchment from your bag and you rummage through your tools to find a proper bit of charcoal to begin with. 

You nod towards Nathanael, who is busy chatting with Thaddeus a little away. “I had him as my model not too long ago, and he could only sit like that for five minutes before his muscles got tired.” John flexes his arms and gives you a determined look. “Well, I am used to heavy labour, so I can take it!” The sight makes you flush and you clear your throat, looking away. John relaxes his body and smiles, thinking of the pink tinge on your cheeks as adorable. 

“Just… Take on a pose that you can maintain for about forty to fifty minutes.”

His eyes widen. “Forty to fifty– Right, okay. Art takes time.”

You smile and nod, waiting for the fisherman to poise himself in such a way that does not strain him yet is interesting enough to make a drawing of. He leans a hand on the log he is sitting on, puts his legs a little further apart and turns his gaze to you. The way his dreamy eyes seem to drill into you as he stares nearly makes you snap your piece of charcoal between your fingers. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you abashedly query. 

John shrugs. “Well, then it will seem like I’m looking right at the viewer.”

In an attempt to gather yourself, you inhale through your nose and calmly exhale right after, shifting in your seated position. 

You hold out your thumb in an attempt to somewhat figure out the proportions, and make a rough outline of the shape of his head. Every time you cast your eyes back up at him, your heart skips a beat, the intensity of his gaze making you flustered. 

“I’ll… I’ll need to fix your hair a little.” you say. 

John smiles. “By all means.” 

He sits still as you card your fingers through the thick, dark brown locks. The moment you make contact with it, your breath hitches, and you are not brave enough to let your focus go down to John, who is gently gazing at you. 

“That’s better.” you state when it’s shaped into a better model, sitting back. “Okay, let’s see…”

You sketch the first outlines of his features as well as the shape of the mop of curls that sits untamed on his head. Squinting, you roughly sketch where his beard goes and try to get the broadness of his neck and shoulders right, and John flicks his tongue over his lips, giving you an amused look. 

“You’re cute when you’re concentrated.”

“Huh?” Having missed his words, you look up at him a bit confused. “What was that?”

John gives you a tight-lipped smile, suddenly self-conscious, and shakes his head. “Nothing.” The motion causes his hair to spring back where it had been before. 

Clicking your tongue, you reach over to it again and softly play with it in the hopes of tucking it into just the right place. John enjoys the feeling of your fingers against his scalp, letting out a small hum. “Everything okay?”

You nod and lean away again so that you can resume your work, trying to calm your racing heart down, which is affected by his proximity. Although the fisherman does not smell clean – you’re certain that you don’t smell amazing either during this long time on the road – you bask in his scent regardless. It is comforting, and you suddenly wonder how things would be between you if he knew what you felt for him.

With a slightly unsteady hand, you draw him, and slide the charcoal against the parchment in just the right places. Studying people in this way never fails to make you amazed at how incredibly complex God’s creation is, each face different from the other. Staring into the eyes of your crush is an added bonus to this particular sketch.

“How is it coming along?” 

His kind demeanour puts you at ease. Your gaze meets John’s and you smile. “Slowly but surely. Be patient, now. Here, hold on.” Once again, you find yourself reaching forward to get some of his curls to sit in a prettier way, and he chuckles. 

“I shouldn’t rush art, sorry.”

With a pleasant hum, you continue your drawing. 

In relative silence, you get down to the largest features quite easily, and you’re soon already working on the smaller details, swapping between different pieces of charcoal that you carry in your bag. At some point, you carve a chunk of charred wood into a tiny, fragile point with your pocket knife in order to capture each and every curl to your best ability. 

John sits there, awaiting your results yet not pushing you to hurry, like Nathanael had done. Every few moments, you find yourself looking up into his eyes and deem it almost intimate. Your tummy swirls with butterflies more and more every passing second, and you wish that you would never finish this drawing, just to keep him in front of you for longer.

Watching you in this way makes John almost abashed, your scrutiny intense yet adoring in a way that you so delicately add details here and there, showing that you’re truly studying him. Your concentrated state is nothing short of adorable. Something in his gut drops, resembling disappointment, that you hadn’t heard him tell you that he thinks you look cute a while ago. Perhaps he should repeat himself – or maybe that he shouldn’t, for he doesn’t want to make a fool out of himself–

A gust of wind pulls both you and John out of your focused state, and you can barely hold onto the piece of parchment that threatens to escape. You puff some air from your lungs out of relief and smile at the younger son of Zebedee, who grins back at you with an equal beam.

“That was a close call.”

Humming in acknowledgement, you gaze at him again, shaking your head in disbelief at the sight of his curls all across his forehead, casting way different shadows over his face than they had done before. 

“Ugh, John, your hair is so messy!” you quip, swiping a finger over his forehead from left to right in the hopes to somewhat push it back into place.

John rolls his eyes with a smirk. “Oh, please. It’s because you can’t stop touching it!” 

“The wind keeps messing it up, and I just need to draw it perfectly. I cannot help that your hair is just so… Inviting! Captivating!”

“Says who?”

“Says me! And how am I supposed to properly get it on here if it keeps bouncing out of place?”

John chews on the inside of his cheek to fight his spreading smile as the warmth of your index finger causes a thousand butterflies to erupt into his stomach. 

“There.” You say once you’re satisfied with how his curls are sitting. Turning back to your sketch, John feels a pang of disappointment that you’ve stopped touching him.

“(Y/n), I’ve been meaning to tell you something.” His heart pounds against his chest as he says the words. 

With a questioning gaze, you look up from your drawing. “Is it important, can it wait for a few moments? I’m nearly done with this.” 

His gut spins and he nods a bit, and he watches your hand as it slides the charcoal over the paper, skilled, talented. 

The next time it moves up to touch his hair, John decides right then and there, he will most certainly– He doesn’t have a long time to overthink his plans when you put down your charcoal again in order to once again adjust his dark locks, tucking and pushing the strands in the places you deem right so that you can have a great–

John catches your wrist in his hand and brings it down from his forehead. Whilst maintaining eye-contact, he presses a light kiss onto the back of your fingers, smiling a bit shyly with flushed cheeks. 

Shocked, you freeze in your spot. Upon seeing your reaction, John releases your hand and shakes his head apologetically. “Oh, no, I’m–I’m so sorry, (Y/n), I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that, and–”

Finding your voice, you whisper his name. “John,” you mutter, cupping his face with that same hand. He leans into it without realising it and smiles. “It’s okay. Does it… Does this mean that you like me?”

He lightly laughs and nods, biting his bottom lip in thought. “Very much,” he admits, but his smile falls. “I… I didn’t mean to pressure you by kissing your hand there. It was not proper of me, and I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you repeat, softer this time, and you flick your gaze down to your sketch momentarily. “The drawing is nearly done. Would you like me to finish it now?”

With eyes that glitter in amusement, John puffs out his cheeks and lets air escape slowly before shaking his head, taking your other hand in his as well. 

“Perhaps we should discuss other things first. You can always tame my hair another time. Would you like to take a walk whilst we talk over things?”

You smile and nod, allowing him to help you up by taking his hand. 

Carefully folding the unfinished sketch, you put it neatly into your bag to complete later. 

You’re certain it will not be the only drawing you will ever make of him.

[stvharrngton]

first of all, congratulations on hitting 1K!!! that's huge and you deserve every bit of it 🫶🏻💗

secondly, can i get #10 from this list and #4 from this list? if i'm not allowed to mix prompts, you can just stick with #4!!!

congratulations again!!!

- @honeysuckleharringtons 💛🍯

thank you so much!! i already wrote for prompt #4 but i loved the idea of these two prompts together so much so i sorta wrote this as a part 2 to this! i hope that's okay? anyway here it is, i hope you enjoy <3 @honeysuckleharringtons 💜

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: none really, just fluff!

prompt: spooning at night + asking them how your name + their surname would sound together (and/or vice versa)

taglist: @sweetiestevie @dukesmebby @sw34terw34ther @sweetbabygirlsworld

1k celebration

The room was quiet. The crickets chirped outside your window as the sun set long ago, the curtains billowing as the warm night air crept through the window. You laid there with Steve for what felt like hours, neither of you able to fall into sleep. The red numbers of your alarm clock blinked 01:24.

Your mind was working overtime, in a good way, mind. About you and Steve. Your future. You couldn’t fathom how or why it took you this long to get together. You were soulmates, knowing each other better than you knew yourselves. You moved in together not long after, knowing it was the right decision. The domesticity of it all made your heart flutter.

Your apartment was small, the result of what Steve and yourself could scrape together. It wasn’t much but it was yours and that’s all that mattered. A space that you made your own, old photos of you and your friends littering the walls. Trinkets from every road trip Steve took you on decorating the shelves and bookcase.

Steve was behind you, both laid on your side. His bare chest pressed against your back, the smattering of chest hair tickling the skin. His arm was thrown across your waist, his hand splayed across your naked stomach, his fingers drawing light shapes on flesh.

You sighed, contently of course, his breath fanning across your neck as his nose skimmed across your jaw. Steve peppered soft kisses across your shoulder, his legs tangled with yours beneath the sheets. You secretly yearned for this time of night with Steve, where you’d crawl into bed after you both had a long day at work, able to sink into his chest with your arms around you. You loved being able to share these moments with him.

Your eyes blinked across the dark room, the wall bathed in the glow of the street lamp outside your window. You craned your neck, inviting Steve to nuzzle his face into your neck which he accepted happily. 

“Do you think our names would sound good together?” You asked, voice a quiet hush.

Steve stopped in his tracks, a breathy laugh escaping his lips. His large palm gripped your waist, hand rubbing up and down over your hip.

“I’ve already answered that question, honey.”

Your brows pinched together in brisk confusion, before you were momentarily transported back to the diner, fries and all. Steve’s dorky, flustered expression staring at you from across the table. The drive home, the kiss.

“You remember that?” Your voice was a pitch higher, nose wrinkling as you tried to turn in the boy’s arms.

“‘Course I remember, baby, how could I forget?”

It was true. That day was impossible for Steve to forget. It was the start of your relationship, the official start. The rest was history. A beautiful history that Steve had dreamt of since forever, just you and him and the rest of your lives.

“Still,” you started, a small smile tugging on your lips, “can you answer the question?”

Steve hummed against your skin, lips finding your shoulder once more, his hand moving back over to your stomach, palm rubbing soothingly, “Yeah, I think our names would sound good together. Mr and Mrs. Steve Harrington, huh? Sounds like a dream.”

You giggled as Steve dug his fingers into your ribs, lips wet and ticklish against your neck. Kicking your legs as you squealed, slapping your hand against his trying to pry his hands off you.

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled, “settle down, you. What’s this all about anyway?” Steve’s hand found yours beneath the sheets, lacing his fingers between your own.

You shrugged, teeth gnawing on your bottom lip. You’d been thinking a lot lately about your future with Steve. You wanted a forever with him, you dreamt of it often, and you might have been rushing into it but you were sure. 

“Can we get married?” You blurted it out, a slip of the tongue in the heat of the moment.

“What?” Steve guffawed, leaning up on his elbow now, chin hooking over your shoulder, “What’re you talking about?”

Steve would marry you in a heartbeat given the chance. It wouldn’t have to be fancy, not some big expensive event like his parents would so desperately insist on. Hell, Steve would marry you in the parking lot of Family Video if it came down to it.

“You don’t wanna get married?” It came out as a mumble, a pout on your face, your ego dented. 

“What? No!” Steve exclaimed, heat rising up his neck, “Baby, no, that’s not what I meant.” His palms came to rest on your bicep, stroking up and down your arm softly. He sighed, mentally smacking himself on the forehead.

The air between you two was silent for a beat, the crickets still noisy outside, the wistful wind still blowing against the window. Steve racked his brain for the right words. Things usually came so easy to him when it came to you. But you were delicate and gentle, soft as rose petals in Steve’s arms and he wanted to do it all the right way with you.

“Baby,” Steve sighed, “you know I’d marry you tomorrow if that was possible. Fuck, I’ve dreamt of that day for years. You walking down that aisle to me, all our friends are there, getting to kiss my beautiful wife at the end of it all.”

Your heart fluttered a little too easily at his words. Images of you in a pretty white dress, makeshift bouquet of daisies and pink tulips in your hands. Steve handsome in his tux, hair pretty and perfect like always. It made your eyes well, tears you had to blink away in the dead of night.

“Just…” The boy started, breath a little shaky, a touch nervous, “let me do this right? I want to do this right, honey. Not at 2AM when we can’t sleep.”

Steve’s lips fell against your cheek, your head rolling back against his chest. The tip of his nose tracing the line of your jaw once more, you both falling back into that comfortable silence.

“Okay, but I’m not waiting forever, Harrington.” You mumbled with a giggle.

“Oh, trust me, baby,” Steve hushed you with a smirk, “you won’t be waiting long, future Mrs Steve Harrington.”

[angelxd-3303]

The streets of Brooklyn were frigid this time of year, the only relief coming from the vents on the sides of buildings. It was beside one of these vents that Luigi waited for his brother.

Mario had told him to stay put, and keep out of sight, before trotting off to find something to eat. Luigi knew Mario was either pickpocketing or straight up stealing from stores, and he tried to swallow the guilt as he adjusted his scarf. Either way, they needed to eat. He sniffled, catching the attention of a tall woman in a puffy jacket.

"Hello, there." A voice made him jump, and he looked up at a beautiful woman with long brown hair. Her blue eyes looked him over, and Luigi felt rather self conscious. Pulling his coat closer around himself, Luigi remembered to answer.

"Hello, ma'am."

—------------------------------------------------

Pauline cooed internally; what was a little sweetheart like this doing out here all by himself? She crouched down beside him, looking him up and down. His coat was old, barely fit him, and was covered in stitches. Besides that, the bit of hair she saw peeking out from under his hat was matted and greasy, and there was a smudge of dirt on his cheek.

"Are you here by yourself?" She asked. The boy brightened, shaking his head.

"Oh, no! I'm waiting for my brother. He should be back soon." There were two? Pauline knew she had to tread lightly, if this child got spooked, he could run away. If he did, she might not be able to find his brother and get them to a shelter. She didn't know what was going on, but far be it from her to just ignore what was obviously a pair of homeless children.

"I see. Do you mind if I wait here with you? I'd love to meet your brother, since you're such a sweetheart!" She booped his nose, drawing a quiet laugh from him. Then, he frowned.

"I don't want you to get cold, though…" Pauline smiled softly, scooting closer and opening her jacket to tuck him inside.

"Don't worry, hon. I've got plenty of jacket for both of us." The young boy tensed momentarily, but relaxed at feeling the warmth emanating from her, and hugged her side. Pauline sighed, watching people pass the alley as she rubbed the shivering child's back to warm him.

In those minutes, she learned that his name was Luigi, and that his brother's name was Mario. Huh, somewhat familiar…

Before she could dwell on it too much, however, a teenage boy stormed over to them. The boy looked remarkably like Luigi, albeit much more exhausted. His eyes flitted between her and Luigi, not unlike a panicked cat.

Eager to keep things calm, Pauline offered her hand with a smile. He didn't take it.

"Hello, this little guy must be your brother, right? We've just been hanging out. I'm Pauline." The brother, Mario apparently, nodded to her, looking to Luigi. He gestured to himself, and Luigi got up. Mario immediately scooped up his little brother, giving her a suspicious look. Pauline stood up, holding her hands up.

"Hey, it's ok. There's a shelter not too far from here; if you guys need a place to stay." Luigi looked up at his brother, but Mario shook his head.

"It's alright." He said curtly. "We've got a place."

"Oh, ok…well, be safe, ok?" Before she could offer her number, the brothers disappeared into the crowd. Pauline stared in the direction they'd left in for a moment, before sighing sadly. As she continued her trek towards home, she hoped the boys were ok.

It wasn't until she got home and saw a picture of the boys in a newspaper that she realized why the pair seemed so familiar.

"Statewide hunt for missing brothers continues; last seen in downtown Brooklyn"

[xsweetelegantdisasterx]

Secret Santa 🎅 time!

@thistaleisabloodyone here is your gift from me ♡

Title: Greatest Gift of All.

Genre: Fluff, AU (I made Riku a different form of artist. I hope you don't mind 😬)

W/C: 1192

Pairing: Riku & OC 1

Merry Christmas Tale!! I Hope you had a great one. Sorry it's late, but I hope you like it. ♡

Himari noticed Riku for the thousandth time come and go at the Café she worked at. Every single time, they would sneak glances at each other without it being too obvious. He was always so soft-spoken with her, trying to make small talk. Where she shrugged it off as he was being kind, he just wanted her to know he existed. Anytime he came in, he had a designated spot by the window. He also always had smudges on his hand that she could never pinpoint the reasoning. She understood since he always brought a notebook and pencils, laying them out surgically like tools. Hours upon hours, he'd spend doing things in his notebook. It did draw curiosity from Himari, wondering what he was up to, but she never pushed to ask. She just figured it was for his eyes only. Riku looked up from studying his book, just enough to see Himari. She had a nice smile. One that decorated her eyes as well. Riku liked that. It was genuine and gave him butterflies, which he had never felt before.

Christmas was around the corner, which meant the perfect time for hot chocolate. He ordered two, which threw Himari off since he was alone, but she figured he just wanted an extra one. She brought them out, placing the mugs on the table leaving Riku admiring the tree in the whipped cream.

“Excuse me Himari,” he gathered his nerves to talk to her, “the other is for you.”

She looked bewildered, “For me?” she turned slowly meeting his glance.

“Mhm. You're always on the go, I believe you deserve more than just a simple thank you. Please sit,” He pointed at the seat right in front of him.

Himari wiped her hands on her apron as she obliged. She was beginning to get tired and cold, this was a kind gesture of him to do. He was easy to open up to. One thing she noticed, was how attentive he was when she spoke. He gave her his full attention. In all the years of being in customer service, she never had that happen.

“Thank you Riku, this is kind of you,” she intertwined her fingers around the mug to feel warmth.

Himari just stared off, before he broke her concentration elsewhere.

“You decorated the place nicely,” He took a sip.

“Oh no, I didn't do this. Honestly my heart wasn't in it this year, so I can't take the credit. This was all their doings,” she looked over at him forcing a smile.

This year wasn’t the best for her, being the first Christmas she wasn’t able to spend with her family. She didn’t explain much, but she tiptoed around the topic. Riku glanced down at his book, as she didn’t notice the shift in his glance. It was sad for him that she wasn’t the normal upbeat person he had known for a long time. Times were just rough, making it hard for her to afford going back home.

Snow was gently falling from the sky as it started decorating the sheets in a beautiful white blanket. The way the flakes danced in the sky, was truly a sight to behold. Himari wasn’t feeling at all the Christmas spirit that her coworkers were engulfed in. Families far and wide surrounded the dinning room, making Himari miss hers. He felt sadness in his heart that he never felt before. They finished their hot chocolate as Himari picked up the mugs. He packed up his items, placing them in his bag. When Himari walked back into dining room, Riku waved bye. She shot him a smile waving.

Himari stepped outside momentarily to feel the cold wind blowing. Before Riku, she never tried to put much thought in missing Christmas, but talking to him relieved a lot of worries and stress off her shoulders. Every breath she took, she could see the steam. Her neighbors really knew how to decorate, their lights illuminating the streets. She was just happy about the snow. Himari skimmed her foot in the snow, looking around to make sure she was alone. A thought crossed her mind as she sat in the snow lying back, arms out to her side. The thought that she looked ridiculous did cross her mind, but she didn’t care. She raised her arms, spreading her feet apart making a snow angel. The only problem was that it would be ruined once she tried to get up. Suddenly, a voice broke her train of thought.

“Here, take my hand,” Riku extended his hands for her to grab.

She jumped up to her feet next to Riku admiring her work. She wasn’t artistic to say the least, so seeing something so beautiful come from her, was exhilarating. He looked over at her smiling, happy to see that expression decorating her face once more.

“What are you doing here Riku?”

“I think I left something at the Café.”

“Oh, well we can go see about that,” she led him to the door.

Once they got inside, he walked over to the table where they were sitting earlier. He looked it over a few times as he returned handing her a present. She was stunned at his actions, but took the present thanking him.

“I wanted you to have this. I hope you like it.” Riku placed his hands in his pockets nervously awaiting her to open it.

Himari sat down as she unwrapped the gift slowly. She was staring back at herself. Riku had sketched her at some point, capturing her beauty. She smiled as she looked up at him, jumping up wrapping her arms around his neck. He reciprocated the hug, just happy she liked it.

“It’s beautiful Riku, thank you. This is the nicest gift I’ve ever received.”

“You’re welcome Himari. Merry Christmas. I just wish I could make it better for you.”

“You already have, but I’m sorry I don’t have anything in return.”

“You’re enough. Listen Himari, I’ve tried thinking of different ways to explain how I felt.”

“Wow Riku. So you’re asking me out?”

A grin formed around the corners of his lips as he nodded. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, but why me?”

“You are the only lady that has ever controlled my emotions. I laugh when you laugh. When you smile, my heart literally smiles, I’m not sure how but it does. When you’re sad or look like you’re brooding, I just want to make all your negative intrusive thoughts disappear. I would love the chance to be that and more, if you’d let me.”

Himari thought for a second before looking back at him. She did like Riku and liked the fluttering sensation she gained whenever he spoke, so she nodded.

“I guess we can give this a try,” she ran her hands through her ponytail playing with her hair.

He approached her once more placing her chin lightly in his hand. They met halfway as they shared a slow loving kiss. She felt a smile form on his lips, as he looked up. Wanting to see what stole his attention, she noticed mistletoe right above their heads.

“Merry Christmas Himari, you’re the greatest gift I could ever ask for.”

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Without glancing back to see how close the ship has made it to the shore, the pale man takes Doe’s hand and breaks towards the distant harbor. 

They’d seen him, escaping their ship in a rowboat, heading towards the shoreline. He didn’t bother to go for the docks – too many eyes, too many souls willing to give him up at the first glint of coin. 

No, he’d chosen the lonesome shore – that lighthouse – for a reason. Fewer witnesses, for one thing. He could travel on foot and outrun those that prowled after him with ease, but he couldn’t draw attention once at the harbor. He needed to come from the opposite direction. He’d needed to be inconspicuous in order to track down his first mate and the rest of their crew before heading back out onto the water on a new ship, and hopefully far from the prying eyes of their enemies. 

But now, he had her. Had he even caught her name? He glances at her sidelong for a moment. Gods, she’s beautiful – cheeks flushed, hair whipping behind her, his jacket still draped on her shoulders. He turns to face ahead, pushing harder with his legs. 

The ship in the distance has barely made it to the shore. With the storm and wind, it’s unlikely they’ll be able to determine where he’s gone to, but the harbor will be a likely starting point. 

They’d have to get out of here by dawn. 

As they near the lights of the harbor, he slows their pace. Hearts running wild, the man eyes their destination: a tavern, still alight, patrons stumbling out of the front doors. She’d be there – his first mate. She’d had to be there. 

She’s there, he tells himself. It gives him the courage to keep going. 

“Follow my lead,” he breathes, taking pause at the base of the grassy hill. 

Slinging an arm around the dark-haired woman at his side, he lets out a throaty laugh as they waltz past a group of guards – clearly playing off their breathlessness as a tryst of lovers. Doe leans in against him, and he savors the warmth of her body against his. The man cups Doe’s face with his free hand, pressing sloppy kisses to her cheek, trailing down to the soft spot behind her ear as they walk. Doe lets out a girlish laugh at the sensation, but doesn’t stop him. They make it past the guards without so much as a glance in their direction, heading straight towards the doors of the tavern.

With a brief turn to look past his shoulder, the pale man tightens his arm around Doe’s waist and pulls her into an alley in between the tavern and the closed supply shop next door. He gently presses her against the wall of the tavern, both of them breathing heavily. The roof of the tavern extends just enough to give them a slight reprieve from the ongoing storm. 

“You’ll want to stay close to me, once we’re inside,” the man says in between breaths. “There’s dangerous folk about, so keep your guard up, and keep that blade within reach.” He kneels momentarily, bracing himself with a grip on Doe’s thighs. He retrieves the dagger from her boot and presses the hilt into her hand. His eyes never leave hers. “I suppose you can keep the jacket, for now,” the man remarks with a brief tilt of his head before straightening. “My party is expecting me to arrive alone, but we both know how quickly things can change.”

He begins to smile, but his ears twitch again. Without missing a beat, he turns and leans his weight against the tavern wall, resting on his shoulder. He blocks Doe from seeing out of the alleway, and subsequently blocks any passerby from seeing in. Doe goes to step around him, but one strong arm pulls her back. 

“Easy, darling,” he coos. “Give it just a moment, and we’ll head inside.”

Doe can see her breath in the night, rapid white smoke. Her heart is racing, the thrill of running by his side still coursing through her veins. Now, without immediate threat, she studies his face; sharp jawline, perfectly straight nose, a gorgeous mouth she longs to kiss again, eyes like rubies, glittering with mischief.

I have to be careful with this one, she thinks. Thankfully I'm an expert in detachment.

'It's a good job I kissed you first,' she murmurs, lips pulling into a lopsided grin. 'If I hadn't that would've been scandalous.'

Her breath catches a touch when he glances down at her. He has a feline grace about him, a cool composure. He'd fallen into an easy imitation of romance within the space of a breath; he was clearly intelligent, shrewd, with quick fingers and a quicker mind. And all wrapped up in a dangerously beautiful smile.

She shakes her head a little when she realises she's staring. 'Come on.' She takes his hand again, winding her way out of the alley and into the tavern.

'I wouldn't dream of not staying close,' she says lowly, so only he can hear her. 'After all, you want your coat back. Can't take it back if I disappear now, can you?'

You can't get rid of me if I have something you want, she thinks. And as charming as you are, I'm just an amusement to the likes of you.

She's been in his company for barely a couple hours, and already... she shakes her head. Idiot. Keep it cool. Look at him. He has a girl in every port and then some, don't get your heart broken for this rake.

'Anyway,' she says, voice a purr. 'Nobody disarms me and gets away with it, pretty boy.'

She can feel his amused look before she looks up. 'What?' A smirk plays on her lips; they're just playing games.

[yumiyue07]

The Pavilion of Lost Dreams

Part 2

POV: You & Him (Y/N = Your name, H/N = His name)

Part 1

A noise shattered the silence, drawing your attention away from your reverie. Finally, he approached, his gaze fixed on the ground as he made his way to the pavilion. Rising from the bench, you moved to greet him, anticipation tinged with apprehension coursing through your veins. He walked up the stairs past you. No look, no kiss.

"Hey…is everything okay? Did you get held up?" Your voice wavered slightly, the sinking feeling in your stomach spreading through your entire being. A chill swept over you, the oppressive sultriness of the day reaching its peak. The distant rumble of thunder echoed through the air, briefly silencing the song of the cicadas.

"Looks like a thunderstorm is about to start," you remarked, a twinge of unease creeping into your words. You hated thunderstorms, the sudden flashes of lightning and deafening crashes of thunder stirring fear within you. Yet, there was a memory that brought a fleeting sense of comfort amidst the impending storm.         Once, during a similar encounter, a loud clap of thunder made you flinch in shock. He immediately enveloped you in his protective embrace, soothing your fears with whispered reassurances. He stated that he would hold you until the storm had passed. You relaxed instantly into his embrace. He kept his promise and held you in his arms until it was over. In that moment, you felt a surge of love for him, a love that had been renewed and deepened. The memory of his comforting presence still lingered, a balm to your restless soul.

Brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, you found yourself captivated by the sight of him leaning against the railing, his gaze fixed on the surface of the pond before him. A breeze stirred, causing a few petals to break free and drift gracefully onto the water's surface, where they floated like miniature boats. He averted his eyes momentarily, casting a fleeting glance at his shoes before meeting your gaze with unwavering intensity. His beauty was ethereal, a beacon of beauty amidst the gathering darkness of the nearing thunderstorm. You would never be able to get enough of this sight. Despite the distance between you, you felt an irresistible pull, a longing to bridge the distance between you, to bury your fingers in his hair and lose yourself in the softness of his lips. But his gaze held you in place, a silent barrier that kept you tethered to the moment.

"Let's break up, Y/N. There's no point anymore," his words hung heavy in the air, his gaze drifting past you into the distance. The weeping willows were stirred by a gust of wind followed by a sudden thunderclap that shattered the tense silence, mirroring the tumult raging within your chest. Something inside you broke, a sharp pang of pain echoing through your shattered heart.

"What are you talking about? You're not serious, are you? That's not funny, H/N," you protested, the disbelief evident in your trembling voice. But he remained resolute, crossing his arms defensively over his chest.

"It's not a joke anyway. I'm serious. It's over. I don't feel anything for you anymore. Every second more is a valuable waste of time," his words cut through the air like a knife, devoid of emotion. You felt a cold emptiness settle in your mind, your body going numb with the weight of his declaration.

As rain began to fall in torrents, the pitter-patter of droplets filled the stifling silence. "Why this sudden change of heart?" you whispered incredulously, struggling to comprehend the sudden unraveling of your relationship. "I know things haven't been going well recently, and we haven't seen each other that often. But... But nothing has changed in my feelings," you pleaded, tears started flowing agonizingly slowly down your cheeks. But he remained unmoved, his eyes fixed on the ground as if unable to meet your gaze.

Desperation seized you as you stepped closer, reaching out to touch him, only to have him pull away with a swift, defensive movement. "Don't touch me," his voice dripped with venom, sending a shiver down your spine. You recoiled, the horror of his rejection washing over you like a merciless tidal wave.

"Why are you doing this?" you said, your voice cracking with the weight of your emotions. But he offered no solace, no explanation for his cruel words. "I just told you. Are you slow on the uptake?" he retorted callously, his indifference cutting deeper with each word.

With tears blurring your vision, you summoned the last shreds of your resolve. "At least look at me if you're going to say things like that. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me anymore," you demanded, your voice trembling with a mixture of anguish and defiance.

He slowly lifted his eyes to meet your tear-streaked face, a fleeting expression of worry and pain flickering across his features before it was masked by a cold detachment. His gaze bore into yours, each word dripping with venom as he uttered, "I, don’t, love, you, anymore." Each syllable landed like a physical blow, leaving you reeling from the force of his hatred.

Something inside you shattered once more, the pieces scattering like shards of glass as you could only nod, your gaze falling to the floor in resignation. "Leave, now. I don't want to see you anymore. Do us both a favor, and let's end this tragedy as soon as possible. I have other important things to do. You go first, so we're not seen together," his words sliced through the silence, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

Those were his final words to you, a cruel punctuation mark to the end of your love story. With a resigned "If that's what you want," you met his ice-cold gaze, the warmth and tenderness that once filled his eyes now replaced by a chilling emptiness.

"I..." you began, a desperate plea lodged in your throat, but he cut you off with a sharp command, his voice laced with unfamiliar volume. "Leave now," he shouted, his back turned to you as he clung to the railing, a solitary figure in the gathering storm.

You longed to reach out to him, to envelop him in the comforting embrace of your love, to reassure him that everything would be all right, whatever demons plagued his mind. But his words left no room for reconciliation, no hope for redemption.

"Goodbye, H/N..." you whispered, the words heavy with the weight of finality as you turned away.

You descended the small steps of the pavilion, each movement numb and mechanical, into the relentless downpour. "How fitting," you thought bitterly, the rain soaking you to the bone as if mirroring the emptiness that consumed you. The umbrella remained untouched, a useless accessory in the face of your desolation.

Lost in a fog of despair, you trudged towards the next bus stop, the sympathetic gazes of passersby a distant echo in your hollow existence. Completely drenched from the heavy rain, you offered a weak smile to the concerned inquiries of an older woman, nodding mechanically in response.

As you boarded the bus, the collective gaze of the passengers bore into you, their unspoken empathy a stark reminder of your isolation. Water dripped from your saturated clothes, forming small pools at your feet as you made your way to the far back corner.

Leaning your head against the cold window, you watched the world pass by in a blur of motion and color. Traffic lights flickered, horns sounded in the distance, and people bustled in and out of the bus, yet none of it registered with you. You were adrift in a sea of numbness, disconnected from the world around you.

As the familiar advertisement caught your eye, you realized that it was your stop. Like a zombie, you rose from your seat and stumbled off the bus, the doors closing behind you with a finality that echoed the emptiness in your heart. Once again, you were left alone, as the rain continued to fall in a melancholic rhythm.

Looking up at the sky, you allowed the rain to caress your face, the cool droplets mingling with your tears as if in a silent communion of sorrow. For a fleeting moment, you were suspended in time, enveloped in the bittersweet embrace of nature's tears.

Eventually, you found the strength to move forward, each step heavier than the last as you navigated the familiar paths of the apartment complex. Fortunately, no one crossed your path, sparing you the burden of forced pleasantries you had no energy to muster.

Finally reaching the sanctuary of your apartment, you collapsed against the door, a silent scream tearing through your chest as the weight of your grief threatened to crush you. Tears flowed freely, a torrent of anguish and unanswered questions consuming your fragile existence.

Why? Why had he done this to you? The questions echoed in the empty confines of your mind, each unanswered inquiry a dagger to your already wounded soul. You still had so much left to do together, so much left unsaid. But he was gone, his absence a gaping void that no amount of rationalization could fill.

Huddled against the door, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, you found no comfort in the familiar surroundings. Only he could soothe the ache in your heart, but he had chosen to walk away.

To be continued...

Author’s note:

Hello lovelies,

Part 2 is out! 🎉 This tale, inspired by Stray Kids’ song "DLMLU," is close to my heart, and I’m so excited to share it with you all.

While writing this part, Lee Know-ssi suddenly came to mind. His facial expression would fit this scene perfectly. 🤭 Do you agree?

What do you think is the real reason why H/N wants to break up? Leave some love and share your thoughts in the comments! 💬❤️

Stay tuned for Part 3, coming soon. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Thank you for your support!

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[makeitallmarvel]

BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL PAIN Pairing: Druig x Reader Part 2

The day had been fairly productive for you despite your growing anxiety. You couldn’t shake the vision, it was too dark and seemed to cast a shadow behind you wherever you went. Druig left you to your own thoughts all day even though you needed his presence the most. He didn’t always speak the most words but he said everything in his silence. Looking up over your sketch pad you blew that pesky stray hair out of your face to see him walking up in deep conversation with Phastos. The butterflies took flight causing you to smudge your line a little far skewing the entire picture of the trees you were attempting to draw. Sighing in frustration you threw the pad onto the table in defeat. “It didn’t look still that bad to me” Gil chuckled before placing a large plate of piping hot vegetables before you. You rolled your eyes playfully but silently thanked him through the look in your eyes.

One by one everyone found their way to the table to join for dinner. After biting into a soft, warm piece of bread you took a glance to the place in front of you. His deep and intense eyes already peering at you intently as if he was trying to see your soul. Well maybe he could see it. Quickly you grabbed the empty glass to your right and filled it with as much wine as you could get away with before anyone labeled it unusual. Sipping the wine as fast as possible you felt your nerves began to calm in the tingling fires of alcohol. “So Y/N anything we should know about? I thought I heard footsteps in the night. Who’s the visitor?” Kingo wondered causing you to choke on the liquid currently in your mouth. You instantly made eye contact with Druig pleading  for release from the situation. “How are we sure you’re not trying to pawn off your catch of the week on y/n?” Druig asked his tone sharp and slightly condescending. “I mean that is true Kingo. You do have a lot of visitors” Gil stated coming to your defense. You felt as if you could sink into a black hole or maybe you just wanted to. “It’s better than listening to those two all night” Sprite motioned to Ikaris and Sersi. Everyone erupted in laughter giving you the needed break to escape from the table.

Standing by the nearby stream you were able to catch the best view of the sunset. “Gil” you called out softly, “I know it’s you”. He reached out and grabbed your hand squeezing it slightly. “It’s beautiful tonight isn’t it?” He commented opening the conversation you know he came over to have. “Indeed it is. This is my favorite spot to come…think or draw” you admitted. “So I’ve noticed” he smiled, “among other things” he hinted. You groaned throwing your head back. “We don’t have to talk about this” you dismissed attempting to walk away. “I mean it’s just Druig. It’s just …he’s just…you know he’s Druig.” You stammered as you suddenly turned back around facing him letting the words attempt to leave your mouth and make sense. “Why don’t you just tell him you love him?” He offered. “You know why” you nearly whispered your eyes diverting to the ground now as you walked away. “Maybe it won’t happen” Gil said grabbing your hand before you could get too far away. “It’s what I pray for everyday” you confessed.

Night came quicker than expected or maybe that was just your mind that was too busy to notice time changing. You lay on your bed on your back staring at the starlight peaking through the ceiling tile. You always loved that broken piece. Smiling to yourself as you allowed the distraction to take over you the anxiety had seemed to ease. But it was only momentarily. You turned onto your side facing the wall placing your hand on the cold stone. He was there. Right next to you but so far away. It made your heart ache. Well that put it lightly. It made your heart feel as if you were having an active heart attack that wouldn’t stop. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to hold your breath. But when he looked at you, damn. You felt seen. You felt beautiful. “Goodnight” you whispered to the wall as if it would bring him to you.

“Did you say something?” His voice wafted in from the entryway. You inhaled sharply feeling immensely embarrassed. Turning around slowly you saw the familiar outline flowing from the candle that was nearly burnt out. “Yeah uh just you know wishing the world a good night. I do it for the good juju” you tried to explain tucking yourself hair behind your ear. “Well I might have to try that myself. I’ve had enough bad luck to last me my lifetime.” He stated bluntly. You crinkled your eyebrows, your heart taking a punch. “I wouldn’t believe that even if it were true” you encouraged blowing him off with a wave and a smile. Even though it was true. You closed your eyes only for a moment and saw flashes of his face. But it wasn’t his. It didn’t belong to the Druig you knew. This one was scared and in pain. When you opened your eyes again he was gone, but behind him he left the heaviness you felt in your heart.