#My name is already in possession of some else my Lady...

[watercubebee]

cOMING BACK TO THE "we got married thinking the other is mortal..." KABDVKJBADKVBKABDV

And so their fates were tied by Destiny himself

The only one who still knew Dream

-Wed by the warm sunrays of the arternoon-

[pshaven]

ᥫ᭡ shotgun!

pairing! bsf!sunghoon x fem!reader x bsf!jake

wc! 5.6k+

cw! getting high, weed, shotgunning, oral (f & m receiving), face/throatfucking, p in v, if u squint there’s some plot, jake calls reader pretty/pretty girl, SWITCH SUNGHOOOONNN, softdom!jake to hard(?)dom! jake, WHINY SUNGHOON, kinda jealous n possessive jake nuanced, i think thats all lmk if i missed anything pls!

synopsis! when your best friend jake tells you about your cute new neighbor, sunghoon, you begin to take a liking to him and invite him to hang out. as the three of you begin to become closer, you make a realization that sunghoon is much more modest than you thought.

The first time you meet Sunghoon was through Jake. It was only a mere pass by when Jake saw Sunghoon moving into the apartment room next to yours while visiting and he had just caught a glance of him before entering your apartment unannounced. “Yo, new guy moving in next to you.” Your ears perk up at his words. 

“What? The old lady finally moved out? Thank god, if I was going to get one more noise complaint from her I was about to get kicked out. How old is the new guy? Did you get a good look at him?” you bombard Jake with your curious questions as he gives you a mere shrug.

“About our age, I guess. He looks pretty young, but I dunno. Looks are deceiving. Like, you, for example,” he jokes with you, but you furrow your brows in confusion. Jake notices the confusion on your face, rolling his eyes. “I'm saying, the way you act doesn’t match the way you look.” 

The next day, curiosity gets the best of you and you want to know what the new neighbor of yours looks like. Purposefully leaving some leftovers from last night’s takeout with Jake, you knock on the door with the tupperware in your hands. He takes a while to open the door, and you think that maybe he wasn’t home and prepare yourself to leave in humiliation but the door suddenly swings open, and your mouth feels dry. 

“Hi?” Sunghoon says in a questioningly manner, head tilted to the side as you stare at him dumbfoundedly. He’s much cuter than you expected, and you curse Jake in your head for not telling you ahead of time that this guy is definitely your type. Jake, of all people, knows what your type is, and you assume he chose to not tell you on purpose so that you’d make a fool out of yourself. 

You blink, slowly extending the tupperware of leftovers towards him. “I, um, I’m your neighbor, live right across from you. I had these leftovers, and thought I’d introduce myself to you, but I didn’t have anything else to give you and I can’t come empty handed.” You thought he’d give you a weird look, because why in the world would you give him your leftovers? Not even some homemade cookies or something?, but instead he takes the tupperware out of your hands and gives you a slight bow to show his gratitude. 

“Cool, now I have something to eat for dinner other than instant ramen,” he says with a cheeky grin, and you think you might die; he’s so cute. The next thing you don’t expect is that he invites you in so that he could repay the favor, to which you insist that he really doesn’t have to, but who are you to deny a cute boy who wants you over at his place!

It’s 2:53am when you get back to your own apartment, and you immediately dial Jake to tell you about your time with the new guy, to which you have learned that his name is Sunghoon. Of course, when you call, Jake answers, so within two rings, despite it being in the middle of the night, he answers with a groggy “what’s up?” 

You're high on adrenaline because of your newly developed crush on your neighbor and spending, basically, half of the night with him talking. “Oh my gosh, you won’t believe what just happened!” Before Jake can even guess or say anything, you’re already explaining your night with Sunghoon and the conversations that you two had. Jake’s half listening, still blinking his eyes open from the deep sleep that was interrupted and also because he can’t ignore this bad feeling in his gut, he feels like he might be sick as you continue to laugh and giggle to yourself over something stupid Sunghoon said. But the sick feeling easily goes away because your voice soothes him, and he feels himself snooze back to sleep.

“Jake? Hello?” You check your volume on your phone to make sure that it was up, but then a soft snore ensures that your volume is up. You smile to yourself, laying down on your bed as you set your phone beside your pillow. “G’night Jake,” you say in a soft murmur, leaving the call to run until morning.

-

You’re convinced that Jake and Sunghoon would make great friends, but for some reason Jake is reluctant over meeting him, which you considered odd since Jake loves meeting new people. 

“But why not? I’ll come up with some excuse as to why we have to leave if you don’t like him! But I think that’s highly unlikely…” You try your best to egg him on, but he scrunches up his nose as if he was grimacing. You sigh, slipping off the couch and getting onto your knees, perfectly in between his manspread thighs as you plead with your hands interlaced together. 

Jake’s eyes widen, suddenly squirmish as he bursts out a “O-Okay Okay! I will meet Sunghoon, jeez.” Why are you so adamant on him meeting Sunghoon? 

-

You make a realization after Jake and Sunghoon’s first meeting– Jake’s a liar. 

“He’s alright,” Jake says with a mere shrug, acting all unbothered as if he didn’t just spend the last two hours laughing his ass off at Sunghoon’s silly dad jokes. “You only like him because you’re bored, you’re looking for entertainment.” You feign a hurt gasp, hand over your chest with exaggeration. 

“What? Nuh-uh!” You shove his chest, and he only grins at you. “You won’t leave me for him, right?” Jake asks with a sad pout, but you both know he’s just joking and totally not from his insecurities of losing you to your new neighbor. 

-

Despite Jake’s words, the three of you find yourselves constantly hanging out with each other, mostly in your apartment and then going out for some late dinner at a place that opens late. Jake has no real bite, all bark since he’s asking when’s the next time Sunghoon can come over and hang. You think he’s got the bad case of a friend crush.

“Look what I have~” Jake hums, holding up a ziploc baggie of greens, and you sigh as you shake your head. “You know we’re hanging out with Sunghoon tonight, right? We can’t.” You inform him, to which he responds with a pout as he sets the baggie down on your kitchen counter before flopping onto the couch with you, head on your lap as he sulks. 

“Stop being a big baby. We can tomorrow, if you want. Just not in front of Sunghoon,” you say, running a hand through his hair as you scroll mindlessly through Instagram reels. 

“What not in front of me?” A second voice comes in, followed by your front door being shut. Both yours and Jake’s heads pop up from the sudden intrusion. Sunghoon has a raised brow, setting down his coat on your island, next to Jake’s baggie. “What’s this?” He refers to the green, to which you grimace and Jake lets out a sheepish chuckle. 

“Nothin’, man! Come on, what are you craving for dinner? McDonalds?” Jake replies, standing up from the couch as he makes his way towards Sunghoon, reaching for the baggie before Sunghoon could question it any more. 

“We just had McDonalds yesterday. Plus, it’s Y/n’s turn to choose, anyway. What do ya want?” Sunghoon furrows his brows at Jake’s suspicious actions as he quickly swipes away the baggie and slips it into his back pocket. So much for subtlety.

You straighten out your clothes as you stand up, shrugging your shoulders as you join the two boys. “Mmm…kinda craving some pho. You two okay with that?” And of course they’re okay with that, they’ll agree to anything you say or want, because, it’s you.

“I call shotgun!” Jake shouts as you open your front door while Sunghoon grabs his keys from his pocket. You playfully pout, “No fair… you always get shotgun.”

“So, are you guys gonna tell me what you guys can’t do around me?” Sunghoon suddenly asks, setting his ice cream sundae from McDonald's aside (as if the three of you didn’t get McDonalds yesterday already). Both you and Jake give each other a quick glance, and you sigh because you feel bad leaving Sunghoon out of something as the three of you have gotten so close over the last few weeks. 

You reach over to the front passenger seat where Jake is sitting, digging your hand in his back pocket to find his baggie, to which he yelps in surprise at your hand coming in contact with his ass. “Hey! At least take me out to dinner first,” Jake frowns, and you roll your eyes. “We just had dinner, stupid,” you retort. 

You hold the baggie of greens up to show Sunghoon, “It’s weed,” to put it simply. He slowly nods, as if he’s understanding a math problem but his furrowed brows and curious eyes tell you that he has more questions. 

“I’ve never seen it in real life before,” he muses, more to himself than to either you or Jake, but you and Jake give each other another glance of silent communication. You open up the bag, interrupting Sunghoon’s little trance. “You wanna try?” You ask.

Sunghoon has his suspicions, but he can’t deny that he’s insanely curious and wants to know what it feels like. And, well, if you do it, he’ll do it. “I’ll take it with you,” You reassure him, and Jake is quick to add on a “me too!” 

He slowly nods, shuffling in his driver's seat as he turns more to look at you in the backseat. “C-can, um, you guys do it first?” He’s stumbling over his words because he’s nervous, he’s never done anything like this before and has only seen weed on the news. You nod, handing over the bag to Jake to let him prep (because you’re lazy and you’re also his princess). 

Jake glides his tongue on the edge of the wrap before sealing it, handing it over to you first. You take it with gratitude, putting the tip of it in your mouth and Jake brings a lighter up to the blunt, hand covering the light to ensure that it stays lit up. He pats your cheek lightly before you take a deep inhale, blowing it in Jake’s direction that is followed by a laugh. 

“Wow, I roll and light it up for you and this is how you treat me? I’m offended, really.” Jake’s voice laced with sarcasm before snatching it out of your hands and taking an inhale himself. After he’s finished, blowing the smoke towards the dashboard as he’s trying to avoid directly blowing it towards Sunghoon, who has his nose scrunched up. 

“It smells really strong,” He mumbles with a slight frown, and you grin at him. “We can roll down the windows, if you want…” You hum, leaning closer towards his seat, “But it feels better with the windows up,” you lower your voice, popping the ‘P’ at the end. His frown turns into confusion at your words, but he chooses not to question you. 

“Do you guys feel it already?” He asks, eyes staring at the blunt in Jake’s hand. You both shake your head. “Nah, only one hit won’t do it for us. But for you, it will,” Jake informs, and Sunghoon hums in thought. “Then, can you guys keep going until you feel it? I don’t really wanna be the first one to be…um, high…”

You both nod, you and Jake taking multiple turns with the blunt before you start to feel it hitting. You lean your head against Sunghoon’s seat, staring at Jake as he takes a hit, his eyes starting to get a little red as he stares at you back. Sunghoon clears his throat, is he interrupting something?, “Are…are you guys feeling it now? Are you guys okay?” He asks, only concerned for his two friends.

You both nod slowly, silly grins on your features as Jake gestures to Sunghoon the blunt. “You still wanna take it? You don’t have to if you don’t want to…” He says, reassuring but his voice is dropped down an octave from the weed.  Sunghoon gives a firm nod, he wants to, and plus, not like anything bad will happen. 

Sunghoon takes the blunt out of Jake’s hand, holding it up towards his lips but you reach for his hand before he could do anything else. “Noo! Other side, Hoonie,” you help him flip the blunt around, and he nods and puts it between his lips. He looks at both you and Jake for reassurance, and you both give him a lazy smile and a thumbs up. He takes a deep breath in, trying to hold it in for as long as you did the first time, before letting out a few coughs in vain. You frown, rubbing his back in comfort as he recovers. “You okay, Hoonie?” You ask, and he nods, eyes still examining the blunt in his hands before he decides to put it between his lips again to take another hit. You and Jake exchange yet another glance, but Jake has a fair share of taking care of high people while being high himself, so what’s another?

Taking in a shorter inhale, he successfully blows it out before handing it to you. Jake giggles a bit at Sunghoon’s expression, seeing him already a bit dazed out as he leans his head against the headrest. “You like it?” Jake asks, in which Sunghoon responds with a lazy nod and a thumbs up. The three of you go into a fit of laughter over nothing, sharing the blunt between the three of you until it’s finished. 

“O-M-G, Y/n and Jake, you guys basically kissed. ‘Cuz you two shared the same blunt!” Sunghoon exclaims in realization, fingers pointing at the two of you. You give him a raised brow and a small laugh, “Well, then that means we kissed too, Sunghoon. We also shared the blunt.” Jake interrupts with a gasp, then a fake gag, “Eww! That means Sunghoon and I kissed too! Bro, no offense, but gross.”

Sunghoon pouts at Jake before turning his attention back on you, hands reaching for your sweater and tugging on the sleeve, “Y/n. Which one of us is the better kisser? Me or Jake? You hafta be honest!” Jake scoffs at this before reaching for your other sleeve, also tugging on it with more force so that you’ll pay more attention to him. “Obviously, me. I real kissed her!” He announces proudly. 

You cringe as Sunghoon’s face twists into confusion. “Huh? What do you mean, ‘real’ kissed her?” He asks while looking at you, a cute, pouty frown appearing on his features. You sigh, “It was just a weird, ‘heat of the moment’ thing… It was so long ago, really! And we swore to not speak of it again,” your last sentence laced with venom as you give Jake a look, where he only gave a sheepish shrug in reply. 

“Fine, then. Guess I’ll have to make it even myself.” Sunghoon says quickly, giving you no time to react before you feel his unfamiliar lips on yours, but within seconds it starts to feel natural and the two of you mold together and exchange lazy and wet kisses. 

Sunghoon has a different way of kissing than what you’re normally used to; he’s more deliberate– his kisses are with purpose and he likes to add sharp bites (all thanks to his fangs that you like to fantasize about in your free time) to your bottom lip. You make a muffled noise, a mix between a moan and a whine and both boys can feel both of their pants tighten.

Jake is quick to recline his seat all the way back, fondling with the bottom hem of your sweater, his other hand palming himself through his sweats. “Not fair, you’re hogging her!” He complains, grabbing the bottom of your chin, interrupting your kiss with Sunghoon as he guides you to meet his lips, your head dipping down.

“Looks like you’re getting my sloppy seconds,” Sunghoon teases while his hands are discovering your thighs, roaming every part until he gets to your shorts– flimsy and of thin cloth material that makes Sunghoon grin from ear to ear. 

Jake’s too busy eating your face off to retort back, guiding your hand to palm over his pants, leading to him moaning into your mouth. “Lucky me, I like getting a little messy,” Jake replies when you both part to catch your breath. You whine impatiently at Sunghoon’s teasing fingers that are so close to where you need him. “Pretty girl…” Jake hums as he cups your cheek in such a loving manner that makes you think you’ve done it with him before (maybe you did, maybe you didn’t), “Use your words for him,” he says, nuzzling your cheek as he begins to pepper kisses.

You pout, eyes darting over to Sunghoon who’s already looking at you with hooded eyes, “Need you to tell me where you want me.” You immediately feel yourself break at his tone of voice; it’s so needy, you think he might start begging if you don’t say or do anything in the next minute. You nod quickly, “Here, want you here,” you gasp, grabbing his hand and guiding it over your clothed cunt, and you hear a swift curse leave Sunghoon’s lips.

But he pauses for a moment, and you try to buck your hips in a weak attempt for any friction possible and Jake notices. He chuckles a bit, still leaving wet kisses along your neck, “What? Don’t know what to do? ‘S okay, Hoon. I’ll teach you.” Sunghoon seems to frown a bit at Jake’s cocky words, but if he’s upset he doesn’t say anything and instead retracts his hand to give Jake’s hand room in between your legs. 

Jake pulls away from your neck to intently look at your facial expressions as his index finger rubs light circles on your clothed cunt as if experimenting. “Jakeee,” you whine, lower lip pouting exaggeratedly and he plays with your hair with his other hand. “I know you missed me down here, pretty thing. I got ya,” Jake muses, hand suddenly dipping past your panties and finding your clit immediately which causes you to squeal in surprise, hand shooting to grab at his forearm. 

“Heyyy~” Jake chuckles, “You’re the one who asked so nicely, why’re you declining now?” He jokes teasingly as his fingers prod at your hole, index finger slowly inserting inside you. You gasp, eyes shutting close as you feel the high start to wear off, suddenly getting a bit embarrassed. “Nuh-uh, eyes open. Look at Sunghoon, make sure he’s looking and learning,” Jake says as he pats your cheek softly and your eyes open in response, glossed eyes looking over at Sunghoon whose own eyes are darting between your face and where Jake’s hand is in between your legs. 

“Take it off,” Sunghoon suddenly says in an impatient manner, and both you and Jake look at him in a bit of shock. “I can’t see,” he says like a baby who can’t see the fireworks on the fourth of July, but you obey anyway as you quickly kick off your flimsy shorts and panties onto the seat next to you. “So pretty,” is the next thing Sunghoon says as if he’s in a trance, and Jake only worsens it by spreading your pussy lips, and you swear you can see your wetness shine in the reflection of Sunghoon’s rearview mirror. 

“It is, isn’t it? Wanna taste?” Jake promptly asks, and Sunghoon is quick to nod like he’s stuck on autopilot. You almost want to giggle, he’s like a lost puppy who wants to experience everything. Jake nods, and he pats your thigh before patting his own, motioning for you to lay on his lap. You climb your way to the front, and once you reach Jake’s lap, he’s quick to manhandle you to lay sideways on his lap so that your cunt is on full display for Sunghoon. You yelp in surprise, taken aback by the sudden four hands that latch onto your body– Sunghoon’s on your thighs and Jake’s going up your stomach to fondle with your breasts. 

“Don’t be shy, Y/nnie. You know how to guide him, like you did for me before, right?” Jake taunts you, and your facial expression turns meek as you nod slightly, hands reaching for Sunghoon’s hair and slowly guiding his head down to meet with your pussy. “Just–” You start, but Jake interrupts you with a pinch of your nipples, “Just pretend like you’re making out with me, but it’s my cunt instead…” Your breath staggers a bit as Jake begins to play more rough, but you manage to give Sunghoon a small, reassuring smile before he dips down. 

You soon realize that Sunghoon’s definition of “making out with your cunt” is different from Jake’s. The boy between your legs presses a soft kiss to your clit, then a little kitten lick, and what catches you off guard is how his tongue is suddenly in between your slit, lapping as if he’s searching for something. You immediately gasp, your hand originally resting on his head now turning into a fist. “Sh-shit!” 

Jake’s always been more messy, with no technique or tactic but it’s so sloppy it still feels amazing, but Sunghoon goes in like he has an objective— to make you cum. His tongue does wonders in your entrance, and your pussy definitely responds back to him as your wetness continuously leaks down your thighs. “Taste good, Hoon?” Jake asks, but Sunghoon can’t even respond with words, he just nods against your cunt like an eager puppy. 

“F-fuck—!” Your moans getting interrupted by none other than Jake, his lips meeting yours but you don’t expect the cloud of smoke to enter your mouth. Your eyes blink up at him, seeing a freshly rolled blunt in his free hand. When did he even roll that?! But you’re not one to complain, the effects of the smoke only heightening your pleasure. 

You whine and beg, for both Sunghoon to not stop and for Jake to keep shotgunning for you, to which he complies because it’s just another excuse to keep kissing you without looking too selfish. You moan into Jake’s mouth for the nth time, Jake pulling away as he uses his other hand to reach down, finding your clit. 

“Time to make you cum, pretty,” Jake hums, his index and middle finger rubbing deliberate circles as Sunghoon’s tongue works inside of you, drinking in all of your juices. You think Sunghoon might be enjoying this more than you, with him moaning and groaning into your entrance nonstop. 

With the sudden intrusion of Sunghoon’s fingers replacing his tongue, you whine and gasp, free hand reaching down between your legs to grip on Sunghoon’s wrist tightly as if trying to pull him away but he’s a lot more resilient, fingers only speeding up. You look at him, seeing your wetness glistening on his face as he looks at you with such determination and admiration in his eyes, and you break. 

“Oh my—Fuck! I’m cum—nng!” You moan aloud, legs beginning to shake as both Jake and Sunghoon help you ride out your high, eyes shutting as you try to catch your breath. Jake is first to caress your sides soothingly, thumb rubbing tenderly on your stomach. “You alright?” He asks, and you nod with a dopey smile on your face. 

“More than alright… gimme another hit,” you mumble, referring to the blunt in Jake’s hand. He hands it to you as you begin to sit up on Jake’s lap, him stifling back a moan as you shift around on his hard on. You inhale from the lit up stick, glancing at Sunghoon who seems to be a bit dazed out, honestly probably already pussy drunk. You reach for his face, both hands cupping his cheeks as you pull him in for a shotgun. 

His surprised whine is muffled by your tongue slipping in, and he’s quick to reciprocate the deep kiss while Jake decides to travel his hands down the small of your back. “Can I…” Jake trails off, but you already know he’s gesturing to your wet cunt. You shake your head against Sunghoon before pulling away, “So selfish. You get my mouth, you’ve already had my pussy before.” 

Jake can’t even get a whine of complaint out before you’re pulling down at his pants, laying sideways across the console. A bit uncomfortable, but you’re sure you’ll be far too distracted to consider comfort as your first worry. He lifts his hips up to help you, hard cock leaking pre on his boxers. You grin up at him as you lean close, giving a quick lick at the wet spot to which he shudders, hand finding its way into your hair. “Suck or I’ll make it difficult for you to breathe,” Jake grumbles impatiently, slipping his boxers halfway down his thighs as his free hand takes hold of his cock to smother the tip all over your lips. 

Sunghoon is also quick at work with you, shifting his seat a bit more back so that he has more room. He grabs hold of your thighs like before when he was eating you out, quickly undoing his own bottoms. He takes his cock out, tip nudging at your entrance but he’s unintentionally teasing you– his tip prodding at your hole that’s begging to be filled and to your clit that is throbbing with need. 

You groan, swatting Jake’s hand away from the base of his cock to replace it with your own, “Please, inside, now! Need it!” You beg, playfully lifting your ass up a bit before Jake’s cock enters your hot mouth. He gasps in surprise, the hand in your hair tightening as he grabs clumps of hair at your scalp. “Shit–” He moans, head thrown back on the carseat, “Put it in, Hoon. What’re ya waitin’ for?” He mutters, but it doesn’t go unheard by the boy as you feel him start to enter your wet cunt, causing you to suck harder on Jake’s dick as a reward for encouraging Sunghoon. 

“Oh…Oh my–Fuck!” Sunghoon swears, the grip on your hips and ass is tight enough to leave bruises until the next morning, as he’s bottoming out on you. You moan around Jake’s cock at the stretch, shaking your ass a bit to tease Sunghoon but the fingernails digging at your hips are telling you it’s a bit too much for him. “S-stop… shit. I think…” He sighs, breath heavy as he’s panting, “I need a moment…” 

You giggle a bit at him but let him recollect himself, enjoying the warmth of his length inside of you. But the sudden thrust of Jake’s cock in your mouth catches back your attention. “Don’t lose focus on me, now, pretty. Didn’t I say suck? Or do you just not want to breathe?” His brow raises in question, but you think Jake wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt you so you disobey, your mouth and tongue staying still with his cock still resting inside. 

“So cute,” he mumbles, and your eyes crinkle a bit in a smile but it’s soon replaced with wide eyes of shock when his hand tightens his grip on your hair, cock now repeatedly thrusting in and out of your mouth. Your gasps and whines are muffled, spit now drooling at the corner of your mouths and down onto his dick that only makes Jake’s cock twitch at the sloppiness. “Fuck, you really are so cute, aren’t you?” 

You begin to feel shallow thrusts of Sunghoon’s cock inside; it's slow and short like he’s testing the waters. He pulls out until his tip only remains, seeing your juices glisten on the veins of his cock. He swears underneath his breath before bottoming out in one swift thrust, causing you to lurch forward and choke on Jake. 

“My god—“ Jake hisses, eyes darting over to Sunghoon for a moment, “Do that again.” And like the obedient puppy he is, Sunghoon complies and pulls out all the way til his tip before going back in particularly hard, your mouth going deeper on Jake’s when you swear you can feel Sunghoon in your stomach. 

“Feels so—so good,” Sunghoon moans out, feeling the way you clench around him at his whiney words. His thrusts become more quick but he still manages to feel so deep inside of you. You moan wantonly around Jake, hips becoming impatient as you begin to thrust back onto Sunghoon to chase your orgasm. 

Jake’s hips don’t stop either from thrusting in and out of your mouth, his lap now all messy from your spit and drool. “You’re so pretty, just for us, yeah? Shit—“ Jake groans when he feels your throat contract around him, “Can’t hold back, g’na cum—hnng!” He holds your head steadily around his cock, thumb rubbing your cheek soothingly as he moans out your name. 

He finally releases you, his hand still cupping your chin as he forces your jaw open to see his cum pooling inside your mouth. “Shit, so hot,” he mumbles before closing your mouth, patting the side of your cheek to signal you to swallow. You do so, your throat hurts a bit from the facefuck but you feel already more than satisfied. 

You paw at Jake’s chest, and he understands when he pulls you into a sweet kiss, swallowing each and every moan that Sunghoon elicits out of you from behind, a bit too possessively, you would think if you weren’t fucked out of your mind. 

“H-hoon…” You whine when Jake gives you time to breathe from your kiss. Sunghoon is already holding back from cumming so soon, his thrusts already getting a bit sloppy and his fingernails digging deep into your sides. “Ye—“ He gets cut off by his own shivers, “Yeah?” 

“You- you can c-cum,” You try to tell him, voice going broken at the force of his thrusts, like he’s on a mission but you can tell he’s holding back. He gasps at your words, as if you had just given him permission to enter the gates of heaven. “Wh-what about you?” He asks, but his thrusts are already speeding up and going harder despite his concern for you. 

“I’ll cum with you,” You say, looking up at Jake to silently ask for his help to make you cum, and he’s quick to respond as his hand snakes its way down your stomach to play with your clit while Sunghoon pounds needily into you. Your moans get louder with both the stimulation from Jake’s fingers playing with you and being filled by Sunghoon. 

“Y/n.. I’m sorry—Ca-can’t take it, need to cum n-now—“ Sunghoon gasps in a loud whine, his hips now glued to your ass as he comes inside, his body losing control as he slumps over yours, his moans fanning your neck that gives you shivers. “F-fuck! Oh my godddd, shit, Jake!” You squeal, Jake’s fingers unrelenting on your clit as he rubs faster and even gives a few slaps to your pussy  that catch you off guard. 

“W-wait!” Sunghoon exclaims breathlessly, your pussy contracting around his cock as your orgasm approaches you quickly, your hips starting to buck against Jake’s hand but unintentionally stimulating Sunghoon’s already overstimulated cock inside of you. 

You lift your head up a bit to look at Sunghoon, his sweaty forehead and furrowed brows are too cute and too hot to resist kissing him. Your hands grip onto Jake’s arm as you cum hard all over Sunghoon’s cock, moaning into his mouth through your kiss that he can barely reciprocate from being too exhausted. 

Sunghoon eventually pulls away from you, out of breath as his chest heaves up and down when he leans back against the car window. You think you hear Jake growl from behind you, but you’re quickly distracted when he pulls you into another kiss with him, hand wrapping gently around your throat as he makes out with you sloppily. 

You pull away when you feel Sunghoon shift a bit inside you, his dick beginning to soften. “Um, you can pull out, now…” You tell him softly like he’ll be hurt by it but he nods, a tense look on his face that makes you question what’s wrong. “Well, I w-would but, I feel too sensitive…” Sunghoon mumbles shyly, eyes trained on your entrance where his dick is still trapped inside. 

You giggle, and despite your whole body feeling wobbly, you manage to sit up and let his cock slide out of you with ease, his cum now drooling out of your entrance, causing Sunghoon to hiss. “Was it too much?” You ask him, and Sunghoon’s attention from his overly sensitive dick is now on you from your question. “Wh-what? No, not at all… it was really good…” he answers you, eyes determined to portray his reassurance that he’s alright. 

“Good! Then next time, you two can switch,” You grin, to which the boys both exchange confused glances before looking back at you. “Switch… switch what?” Jake asks you, a brow raised as his hand absentmindedly rubs up and down your arm. 

“Don’t think you’re so subtle with your jealousy, Jaeyun~” Your tone laced in a hum, hand reaching up to ruffle up his hair. His jaw goes agape for a second, before his mouth is running with excuses for his previous actions. Sunghoon snickers at Jake, “Aw, didn’t know you were jealous of me, Jakey-poo.” 

Jake gives him a death stare, which could probably last the whole car ride back home if you didn’t do something about it. “You are both so cute,” you pout as you admire the both of them, and they turn their heads to you like puppies, “Now why don’t you both just kiss and makeup, hm?” 

[aemndx]

I love the way you write possessive Aemond in your work. I love the idea of a possessive slightly unhinged Aemond wanting something/someone for himself. Especially because he’s is intelligent and cunning enough to do low key wild and manipulative things to make sure he gets to be with the person he wants. I’m so excited when I saw you tagged possessive Aemond in the last few writings you posted

— 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘.

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author’s note: …here we fucking go again. yea, i’m writing a lil drabble about my slut of a husband, aemond. do i regret it? no. i hope you enjoy & please reblog, comment + leave ur feedback..! it really helps me stay motivated to keep writing. thank you, babes. ♡

warnings: minors dni. light smut. dark themes. fingering. kissing. female pronouns. possessive behavior. pet names. romance. fluff. any grammatical errors are my own -- in advance, i sincerely apologize.

word count: 790.

pairings: aemond targaryen x reader (f).

♡࿐ aemond targaryen has always thought of you as his.

his to protect, his to care for, his to love. ever since he met you, he surrounded himself around you, keeping you close by his side and never letting you out of his sight – unless absolutely necessary, and one of his most trusted guards had to be with you at all times.

even then, aemond would be on edge, not trusting anyone else to protect you like he could.

you thought he was charming.

aemond would look at you like you’re the center of the universe, like you held all of the stars.

aemond thinks it’s cute when you learn something new in philosophy, excitedly wanting to share the new information with him – even if he already knows it.

on lazy days, the prince will sit with you in his lap, one arm wrapped around your waist protectively–(while his other arm would be underneath the skirt of your dress, softly caressing the naked part of your smooth inner thighs with the tips of his fingers, teasingly)–and listen intently while you try and explain what you’ve just learned to him.

nonchalantly, he’d nod along, though would be just as focused on your plush lips moving as well as the words pouring out of them.

although, halfway through explaining, you’d turn around in his lap and claim his mouth against yours hungrily, while his fingers would slowly fuck your dripping cunt in the secluded library, not stopping until you’d come harshly on his lap.

there would be times where aemond would sneak into your chambers to spend time with you, specifically at the late hours of the night, wanting to be as close as physically possible to you. he loves you so much, he doesn’t ever want you to doubt his love for you.

during those private evenings, aemond would claim you as his – multiple times until you were a shaking, sobbing mess beneath him, in his arms.

he’d leave all sorts of love marks behind, kissing every inch of your skin he could reach, before thrusting his long, thick cock into your sweet cunt with both of your moans echoing off the walls.

you’d be terrified of somebody finding out about you two, but aemond would always reassure you – whispering sweet praises in your ear, calming you by kissing your neck and jaw as you’d let out the most irresistible moans for him as he continued fucking into you, uncaring of who heard you both.

…besides, if someone did manage to find out about the two of you, he’d kill them without a seconds notice.

aemond is very possessive over you, to the point that some of the lords and ladies started to take notice, though aemond paid them little attention.

some days, when the weather was warm and the sun was shining, aemond would bring you on long walks through the gardens, just the two of you.

there was a secret hidden place, surrounded by various trees and gorgeous flowers, and aemond would press your back up against one of the many thick trees, kissing you so passionately that you’d see stars.

“marry me,” aemond begged, trailing open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive neck, causing a whimper to escape your pretty lips, your breathing coming out in short, little gasps.

“mmm.. no,” you drawled, though your tone is teasing. “my father is suspicious of all the rumors about us, but he doesn’t ask. i feel like maybe he’s afraid of you,” you giggled, batting your eyelashes up at the handsome prince.

the prince smiles, pleased.

“besides,” you continued, your voice saddened and your heart breaking into a million little pieces. “my father.. he will arrange a marriage for me someday and i must–“

“that'll never happen,” aemond cuts you off, confidently. “if your father tries to take you away from me, he’ll suffer a horribly painful death.”

your heart flutters, your cheeks heating up and your head beginning to feel faint. “you're so sweet.” you whisper, smiling.

“only for you, my sweet girl.” the prince says, tenderly brushing his knuckles along your cheekbone, before bending down and capturing your lips in his once more – he tastes of honey and strawberries.

you moan, high pitched and so needy for him.

gods, he loved you.

aemond grinned, continuing his assault downwards your delicate neck. “marry me,” he asked once again, sounding impatient. you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him sweetly on his chin, making him squeeze your waist in equal affection.

“be my wife,” he says, tone commanding and sweet as sugar and death.

you sighed, pulling back just slightly so that your lips brushed softly over his, “i’d love nothing more.”

fin

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Cinderella Doesn’t Believe in Fairytales (pt 5)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3). (Part 4)

When Cinderella is very young, her mother calls her little Cinder.

“You came to be when your father and I’s love came together,” she explains to her daughter. She brushes Cinderella’s hair from her face with a tender touch. “The fire of our passion gave us you. One day, my little Cinder, you’ll ignite and be a beautiful fire all your own.”

“Our Cinder.” Her father laughs when Cinderella relays the story over dinner. “Our Cinder-ella, hm?”

Little Cinderella refuses to be called anything else. There’s a warm power in her new name that tickles her chest every time one of her parents calls her by it. Her father is concerned, but her mother laughs.

“It is still a name we’ve given her,” her mother says when he voices his concerns. “She is a child. Let her grow into her true name in her own time, dear.”

Her father grudgingly acquiesces. “Nobody is going to take her seriously with that sort of nickname.”

“Perhaps the right people will,” her mother says. She smiles at Cinderella who’s playing in front of the fire. “Time will only tell.”

And so Cinderella becomes her name. She clings to it like a talisman. When her mother dies, nobody calls her Cinder anymore, but Cinderella is just as good when it comes from her father’s mouth, even when it stops bringing the warmth to her chest the way it used to. Him calling her that means he remembers. It means he cares.

Her stepsisters make fun of her for it. Cinder means coal, they say. Soot. Dirt. A fitting name for her who is always so filthy after raking leaves and tending fires. They tell her that it’s no wonder her father doesn’t come back home with dirt for a daughter.

Cinderella still loves her name, but she knows that she’s become sensitive to sharing it. The years of mockery bruised her in a way she didn’t expect. The people she wanted to love her never treated her name with respect. They never asked about the origin of it. So she hoards her name like one of the few possessions she has left, only sharing it when she’s sure she won’t be teased again.

Is it any wonder she never told the boy her name? Half frozen in winter and so vulnerable she thought it better to keep this last bit of warmth to herself than share it with her rescuer? By the time she noticed the gap in their meeting, it was too late. The boy in the tree never gave her his name so, by example, she never gave hers either.

That’s going to make finding him at the ball a little difficult.

Cinderella accepts the gloved hand of the coachman, stepping down onto cobblestone laid so smoothly she knows she won’t have trouble walking through the castle doors alone. The coachman escorts her anyway, placing her hand into the crook of his arm like she’s a real noble lady.

Cinderella keeps her chin up. She’s not a real noble lady, but tonight she must act like one. Isn’t that the point of the invitation? Her back burns from holding her shoulders properly. She looks up at the glittering castle, lit by sconces along the exterior wall, and thinks, I must fit in.

“The Master of Ceremonies is in charge of announcing the arrival of guests,” the coachman says. He’d only given Cinderella one startled look when Helga took her to him and then he’d become impossible to read. His tone is polite, but distant. “Is there a name or title you’d like to go by?”

She can’t be announced. All at once the reality of her decision crashes down on her. Knowing her stepmother and stepsisters, they’re already inside. If Cinderella is announced, they’ll know that she disobeyed them, that she shrugged off their “mischief” and gained some sponsor they knew nothing about to get here.

“…I am simply the daughter of an absent baron,” Cinderella says at last. The entrance is fast approaching, a short line of nobles waiting patiently to be announced and let into the event. “Surely it is too much of an honor to be announced by the same person responsible for announcing the King and Queen.”

The coachman falters. She wouldn’t have caught it if she weren’t looking so closely. His next step is a little too short for Cinderella’s and his arm twitches before relaxing again.

“Many choose to be announced by their titles alone,” he says at last. He glances at Cinderella from the corner of his eye. Is it her imagination or is there interest in his gaze? “If I may offer some advice?”

“I would never turn away advice,” Cinderella says. Her heart is starting to beat too quickly. The nobles in front of her are gorgeous. The fabrics and ornaments adorning them are just as extravagant as those on her own gown. She’s going to the same place as them, may even dance with some of them. She’s nervous, yes, but also excited.

“There will be those who ask for your name,” the coachman says. He sounds as if he’s weighing his words carefully. “You may give it to them, of course, if you choose. However, this is a ball. You aren’t on trial and you owe no debts. You may give them something to call you, as you have just given me, but that is the extent of what is required. Do you understand?”

Cinderella doesn’t. She hums as the line moves forward, twisting his words around in her mind. “I will consider your words.”

The coachman’s lip twitches. “See that you do.”

He is warmer to her than he has been since picking her up from the Emerald Castle. As they wait, he whispers the positions of the nobles around them. Duchess of Blackwood’s son and heir, Earl of Northlake’s child, Viscount Sinset’s daughter—

Cinderella drinks in the information as quickly as she can, grateful for the way matching each name to a face soothes her nerves.

Then, all at once, it’s her turn to go in.

She goes to let go of the coachman’s arm, but he holds onto her hand for a moment. For the first time, he looks at her directly. His eyes are silver and shining in the candlelight, the wrinkles along his mouth tight with determination.

“You owe no debts,” he whispers urgently. Feverishly. His hand squeezes hers and he looks over his shoulder as if afraid of eavesdroppers. “Remember, baron’s daughter.”

Then the moment is over. The coachman straightens, face impassive, and he goes to whisper her title to the Master of Ceremonies. Then, duty done, he slinks back out to the carriage without once meeting Cinderella’s eyes again.

“Baron’s daughter,” the Master of Ceremonies calls. He extends his hand to Cinderella. He helps her over the threshold. “Have fun.”

Cinderella is thrust into a world of color.

The ballroom is huge, the ceiling soaring at the height of her father’s manor. Her father’s manor could fit into this room, in fact. Columns along the edges etched with beautiful faces and vines support the vaulted ceiling. There are strange and fantastic mosaics everywhere she looks. The same night sky that she’d seen in the Emerald Castle curls like a river through depictions of fruit and flowers. The mosaic leaks down from the ceiling to the walls where it bursts into stars.

Tables filled with gold plates and crystal flutes line the hall. Food Cinderella has only ever seen in books fills them. Chicken with flesh so moist it glistens in the candlelight. Fruit tarts and cakes, bite-sized pies, a tower of finger sandwiches. The glasses glitter next to the spread. As she watches, one man fills two with a bubbling liquid the color of ambrosia and then darts away to a waiting lady.

Oh, and the people! The music! The laughter!

A dance is happening already. The nobles look like works of art come to life, swooping and twirling in the center of the hall. Their gowns and suits glitter with every move, their wide smiles gleaming, an inner glow coming through their skin. The music is so sweet that Cinderella almost wants to laugh herself for the joy of it. Some of them are laughing, open and gaily like children experiencing the sun after a long winter.

Cinderella can’t join them yet. It’s an effort to wrestle the bubble of joy rising in her chest back, but she manages it. Cinderella is pragmatic. Cinderella is patient. She keeps to the edges of the hall, putting the buffet tables between herself and the dancing for a moment. She wants to take it all in, to paint this night like a portrait in her mind before she joins.

And, most importantly, she wants to know where her stepfamily is before she loses herself in merriment.

It doesn’t take long to find them. They almost find her first. Cinderella is forced to duck behind a carved column as they pass.

“—asked to dance,” Anastasia is saying. She plucks a glass of champagne from the nearest table and then whines when her mother quickly snatches it away. “Why didn’t you let me accept?”

“It isn’t polite to dance before the Prince arrives,” Stepmother says. She sighs and hands Drizella a handkerchief when she picks up one of the finger sandwiches. “Don’t you dare get anything on your dress, either of you. You must look your best when the Prince is announced.”

“I want to watch the musicians,” Drizella says. She points to the front of the hall, just left of the dais where a small orchestra is concentrating on their instruments. “I’ve never seen a harp before!”

Cinderella steps out from behind the column when she hears their retreating footsteps. It is her first time seeing any of their gowns. They’re beautiful. Drizella’s managed her hair on her own and it shines under the candlelight. Her dress is lilac with silver embroidery. For a moment, Cinderella is worried. No one else in the hall is wearing purple. Is the lighter color enough to not offend the Royalty?

Anastasia is wearing a green gown with a daring back. The green is deeper than Cinderella’s, but bright enough to enhance the glittering blue embroidery along the skirt and bodice. She’s still carrying herself like she’s real nobility, her toes flashing out from under her hem with every step.

Stepmother is more understated. Her steel grey dress is demure enough in color to show that she’s a mother, but the cut is very similar to the fashionable nobles around her. She looks like a portrait from a time gone by with her ruffled collar and pinned hair.

They’re beautiful and the longing resurges brutally. What would it have been like if Cinderella were part of them? If they were family? If they accepted her love and loved her back? Would she be dressed in another color? Would she be laughing with Anastasia at the opulence of the chandeliers above them?

“May I ask you to dance?”

Cinderella doesn’t jump, but it’s a near thing. A young man is at her elbow, gloved hand extended to her. He’s dressed simply compared to other gentlemen she’s seen, his suit a traditional black with only an orange pocket square for color. He’s wearing a mask like he’s at a masquerade and where his suit is simple, his mask is ornate. The orange fabric is coated in translucent gems.  Behind it, his eyes are odd. Are his pupils too large? Too narrow?

“Yes,” Cinderella says. She doesn’t think it’s rude to dance before the Prince arrives. If it was, why would the music already be playing?  Feeling uncharacteristically bold, she says, “You may ask.”

The man’s smile widens. He sweeps an elegant bow and asks, “May I have this dance?”

Cinderella laughs. She accepts the man’s hand. “We may share this dance. Depending on how it goes, I may let you have it.”

“Clever,” the man says and sweeps her away.

She’s grateful when her dance partner leads her to the opposite side of the hall as her stepfamily. That’s all she has a chance to feel before the dance consumes her.

Cinderella was worried that she wouldn’t be a good dancer. And, she thinks, she’s not. But her partner is and with his gentle guidance, she finds herself remembering the cadence of the steps. The music throbs in her chest. Faster than she thought possible, she’s spinning, twirling, and gliding with her partner. It’s fun. It feels natural.

“You said you were out of practice,” her partner accuses.

“I am,” Cinderella says. Her body is thrumming. She feels so completely present that she can’t help but laugh. She smiles up at him. “This is wonderful.”

The man seems stunned by her sudden joy. He stumbles, falling out of sync with Cinderella on a turn. Cinderella is quickly pulled into the arms of another partner.

“Iz,” her previous partner growls.

Iz, a dark-haired young man, laughs and guides Cinderella into the next song. “There are many young ladies who haven’t been asked for a dance.” He winks at Cinderella and patiently waits for her to adjust to the faster tempo of the song. “We’d best let them have a chance to be swindled, hm?”

“He was very polite,” Cinderella defends without heat. Her previous partner didn’t seem actually upset. Is it common practice to cut in at balls? “Unlike some, he asked me for a dance.”

Iz, rather than being chastised, is delighted. His handsome face splits into a genuine smile, showing Cinderella sharp teeth. “He did, did he? What did you say?”

The song is fast and complicated. Cinderella pauses a moment before answering, focusing on her footwork. When she succeeds in not stepping on his feet, she laughs. “What does it matter? We’re dancing now.”

Iz supports her in a turn that leaves her toes barely skimming the floor. When he sets her back down, he asks, “If I asked you for a dance, what would you say?”

Cinderella considers that. Iz is handsome, his face unobstructed by a mask. He seems less intense than her first partner, but darker. His sharp teeth wink at her and, though she’s not afraid, she doubts she’d have teased him like she teased the masked man. “It might be best you didn’t ask.”

“Ouch.” Iz adjust his hold on her waist. “I suppose I’ll just need to do better than him, hm?”

He certainly tries. Iz is a wonderful dancer, even better than her masked partner. He isn’t as gentle, but he isn’t rough either. When Cinderella is unsure of the steps, he pushes her into them or lifts her to accommodate. The dance feels like a competition rather than a dance at times. The moment Cinderella feels herself catching up to Iz’ pace, he pulls out another trick.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” Cinderella pants after a particularly low dip.

“Forgive an old man his strategies,” Iz says, pulling her back up. He lifts his chin. “I have a reputation here. I can’t have just anybody out dancing me.”

“And yet here I am,” Cinderella teases. Old man? She doesn’t ask.

“Here you are,” Iz agree gravely. He holds her hand as Cinderella passes around him. Their song is ending, seamlessly sliding into the next. “I’ll have to know the name of my conqueror, hm?”

She nearly tells him. “I’m—” she catches his eye and her words falter. There’s a hunger in his gaze that chases some of the warmth from her limbs. She finishes “—a baron’s daughter.”

Iz’ hand tightens on hers. “But surely even baron’s daughters have names—ouch!”

A fan collides with the back of Iz’ head. Surprised, he lets go of Cinderella and, for the second time that night, Cinderella is pulled into another’s arms.

“Better luck next time,” the woman tells Iz. She’s a ray of red from her hair to her dress to the jewels on the toes of her shoes. She uses her full skirts to block Iz from reaching for Cinderella again. “I’ll be taking this dance.”

Luckily the next song is slow. The mysterious woman doesn’t speak to Cinderella for the first quarter of it as Cinderella catches her breath. She picks a gliding step that gets them away from Cinderella’s previous partners. Their skirts, green and red, are striking when they brush against the other.

Finally, the red woman speaks. “We’re supposed to be on our best behavior. Cy and Iz clearly don’t have best in their vocabulary. I hope you weren’t frightened.”

Cinderella’s brow furrows. “Frightened?”

“It’s already such a mess,” the woman continues as if not hearing Cinderella. She’s taller than Cinderella and her eyes are fixed on the ballroom over Cinderella’s head. “What the King and Queen were thinking…”

For the first time, Cinderella looks away from her partner. She doesn’t see anything out of place that could be construed as a “mess.” The guests are still dancing, their jewels and beading flashing in the candlelight. There is still laughter in the air. The tables are full of food and drink. Sure, the laughter is a little strained, but Cinderella can understand that. She’s feeling a little tired herself.

“I don’t understand,” Cinderella says.

The red woman looks down to study Cinderella. Her face is kind, round cheeks and high, arching brows. She purses her lips. “You seem fine.” She seems to think for a long moment. “There are rules that some of the more…provincial nobles aren’t aware of.”

“Like a special etiquette?”

“Exactly. A special sort of etiquette only taught in the Capital.” The red woman examines Cinderella again. “Though you seem to know a few rules?”

Does she? Cinderella hasn’t been doing anything differently than what her mother taught her. Uncomfortable with the intensity of the woman’s stare, Cinderella pulls away before the start of the next song. “This dance has been lovely, but I’m afraid I lack the endurance for another. I’ll excuse myself.”

“Ah, well, I can’t fight exhaustion,” the red woman says. She sweeps a curtsy to Cinderella. “They call me Morrigan, lady. I’d be honored if you did the same.”

Courtesy dictates Cinderella reciprocates, but she’s no longer feeling warm and joyful. The laughter that had been so uplifting is beginning to sound grating and discordant. The sweet music is insistent, pounding at Cinderella’s bones. She does her best to push the sensation away. She begins to feel light-headed. “You honor me. I’m only a mere baron’s daughter.” She turns to go.

The red woman blocks Cinderella before she can leave the dance floor. Her eyes (And are her eyes red?) dart around the floor. She leans in close to Cinderella’s ear. “I like your sense and so I will give you a warning. Don’t stay another night, baron’s daughter. Go home. Tonight.”

“Pardon?” Cinderella asks.

But Morrigan has already been swept away by the dancers again, there and gone in a blink.

Cinderella stumbles past the buffet tables. Her head is ringing. There’s something about the music – she can’t shut it out. No, it’s the laughter. It sounds disingenuous now. She presses a hand to her temple and looks for a patio or something where she can get fresh air.

Behind her, the music is fading. The Master of Ceremonies calls, “All bow for the entrance of her majesty and his majesty, the King and Queen!”

Cinderella doesn’t stop. She ducks down the first hall she finds. The heat that’s been rising in her breaks like a bubble and Cinderella nearly sags to the floor in relief. She didn’t realize how hot she was, how tightly wound, how tense. However, she has better manners than to collapse here and better sense than to be found ignoring the entrance of the King and Queen.

She continues down the hall, looking for a door to a courtyard or a private room. But the flagstone hall is so empty that she can hear the echo of voices from the ballroom even after coming all this way. The first few doors she tries are locked.

Cinderella finds the emptiness of the hall soothing after the sensory overload that was the ballroom. The pictures on the walls are dark in color scheme and impersonal in subject. A bowl of fruit with a handful of grapes scattered around the base. A wonderfully detailed portrait of a lamb and a haystack. A book laid out on a table with a fountain pen propped up on its spine. A tree standing on a hill, the dry grass surrounding it waving in an invisible wind.

The tree. Cinderella wants to talk to her friend. Now, far away from the ball, she feels…unsettled. She’s never been around so many people before. She’d felt so confident and bold in the moment, but she doesn’t know. Is it obvious that she’s never worn a dress like this? Did her dance partners laugh at her when she left? Why did Morrigan warn her away from another night at the ball? Because she could sense Cinderella doesn’t belong?

At last there’s a set of french doors along the hall. One is already partially cracked and the cool breeze that rolls through it feels like a balm against Cinderella’s flushed skin. She slips past the fluttering curtain and into a courtyard.

“Beautiful,” Cinderella breathes. Her breath fogs the air and she rubs her arms against the chill. There’s an oak tree in the center of a square of greenery. Directly overhead, the moon is big and full over the castle’s roofline. Carefully tended flowers frame a stone path directly up to the base of the tree. At the trunk is a small bench, just big enough for two people.

Cinderella follows the path. She doesn’t know if she’s trespassing, but would it matter? Everyone, including the royal family, is at the ball. She just needs a moment here and then she’ll be gone like she was never there. She sits on the bench and closes her eyes in relief. Her feet throb when her weight leaves them. She’s not used to heels.

“Didn’t you have a nice time dancing?”

The chill is chased away. The sound of the breeze through the oak tree vanishes. Without having to open her eyes, Cinderella knows that there are rainbows of magic in the air, twining under the moonlight like phantoms.

Cinderella smiles. “Hello, my friend.”

Her friend’s presence surrounds her, and Cinderella lets the last of her tension go.

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We finally meet her friend again! Next part will be up next week, or is already available on my Patreon (X)

See y’all next week! I’m anticipating two or three more parts to this :)

[calummss]

O Captain, My Captain | Nell Jackson

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summary: running away from a forced marriage you flee onto the ship of captain nell jackson

pairing: lesbian! nell jackson x lesbian! reader

words: 1.5k

a/n: to my fellow lesbians enjoy 🧡🤍🩷 i want credit for inventing pirate nell j🤓

You had once hoped you would marry for love or at least find love in an arranged marriage like your mamma and papa. A kind of love that starts with a spark and grows into a small flame. That same flame can light a candle, a fireplace, if big enough it can even engulf entire cities. You hoped that someone would burn for but Mr. Norris didn’t love you. He wanted you. Like some prized possession to show off. The governor’s daughter, Lady Y/n Knightley. Diamond among the ladies of Jamaica. You wanted nothing more than to reject Mr. Norris’ advances but he insisted to your father that he was the perfect match. There was no persuading you. Once your father made up his mind there was nothing that could convince him otherwise. Your only plan to escape this marriage was to escape. Literally. You couldn’t bear the thought of looking that man in the face and pretending to like him. You had to run away.

You had packed a sack of a few items days before. Stealing hard cheeses, apples and bread in case you fell victim to food shortage. You weren’t quite sure how you would leave Port Royal, only that you would need to trespass on to a ship.

The next morning you woke up early, stars still in the sky, everyone else still asleep at this hour. You grabbed your sack and headed out the back door, careful to not come across any servants that were preparing breakfast.

Down at the harbour you noticed a ship, not too big, not too small. You saw that you were alone and took the illusion to hop on board, nearly losing your baggage to the ocean. It was quiet and only a few members of the crew paced the decks as they were getting ready to leave. You had gotten onto the ship without notice and prayed you wouldn’t attract notice until their next stop.

It was fiction if you believed that was what would happen.

“And who are you?” A voice sounded from above, grabbing you by the biceps with such force he almost lifted you up. “A ship hopper ey? Up you get. You’re gonna see the captain.”

You tried escaping him but his grasp was too tight. It had only been a few hours since you left shore and already you had been found.

“Please,” you tried wiggling. “Please I swear I’m not up to anything!”

“Tell that to ‘er.’ He said, throwing your forwards makes you stumble. Eye to eyes with a pair of black boots.

Looking up you saw the captain. A woman. She had long curly brown hair, hazel eyes. Such pretty eyes

“What are you doing on my ship?” Cockney accent, London, great you knew the ton in London perhaps it could help???

You stayed silent scared you might make yourself a fool.

“We can’t have ‘er on board, Nell.” The same man said. “Bad luck to ‘ave women on board.”

“Rupert, I literally have tits. You know that.”

“You’re different, Captain, same goes for the others on board. But she’s a real lady.”

She furrowed her eyebrows in response. “Are you saying I’m not a real lady?”

Rupert noticed the dominating tone. That he had pissed her off. He lowered his head and stepped back with a firm “Sorry, Ma’am.”

She turned around to face you, the sunset rising behind her making her look extraordinary. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n. Y/n Knightley.”

“And why is Y/n Knightley on my ship?”

“I had to run away, Captain.”

“From what?”

‘Marriage.”

“Understandable.”

“What?”

“What?” She repeated. “Understandably so. I myself don’t really understand it either. My name’s Nell Jackson by the way. Everyone calls me Captain, Ma’am or Nell.”

You nodded.

“But don’t call me Nellie.” She shook her head. “Don’t like that.”

“Yes, Captain.” You said with such uncertainty it sounded like a question, gathering sly laughter from the crew around you.

“Enough mesmerising our new ruby on board,” she called out. “Back to work ladies and gentlemen! You-,” she pointed at you, “with me.”

Everyone left at her command so you followed her to her office, still lit by the candles she used that night. Her office space was tidy except for the desk that bore many maps and figurines of ships.

“Are you a pirate?” You asked without thinking.

“Why yes I am.” She smiled as if you had just given her a compliment.

“You didn’t even try to hide it.”

“Why would I? I take pride in being captain of my very own crew and ship. Wouldn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t know.” You paced around the room, looking at various artefacts. “I’ve never really owned anything except for a baby lamb once. Then my father ate it.”

Her round eyes almost popped out of her skull. “How sweet,” she cleared her throat. “Look,” she came closer. “I don’t mind having you onboard as long as you follow my rules, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good. Now go ask Roxy to show you the food storage so you can have a proper meal and come back to me when you’re done.

“Thank you, Nell.”

“Go on.”

You had decided that night that you would stay on board for as long as Nell allowed it. You grew fond of her and you thought she did the same. She treated you differently from the other woman on board. Like she cared differently…

The red dress that Nell gifted you when she visited Tortuga on business fit you like a glove. It fit your chest and arms perfectly, supporting your chest yet loose past your ribs giving you free space to move about. It was perfect.

The night grew mild as the hot temperatures dropped to a more appropriate level, the night sky full of stars as the pale moonlight hit the deck. You felt like dancing. You didn’t know why or how but simply because. Taking off your shoes, you twirled into the middle of the deck as you started to lift your feet off the ground to an imaginary beat. The other’s simply stared , wondering if you were well. Your hair ribbon loosened leaving your hair flowing in the fresh air of the Caribbean. “I feel alive.” You giggled, beaming at the crew as you tried to convince them to join you. “Come on, Will!” You took his hands, pulling him in with no success.

Soon after more women and men started to join you. Simply letting the stress of tomorrow be stress for tomorrow.

A bottle of rum was being passed around, taking multiple big swigs yourself, you let the burning sensation work its magic.

Nell joined in and took sips of rum, danced, had fun.

Turning about the deck you came opposite Nell. Taking her hands you spun in circles for as long as you could without getting sick. Stumbling away from the rest you both let out a laugh as the candle light stopped illuminating. You could only see the twinkle of the stars in her eyes as you got closer. Her eyes the most remarkable shade of hazel, her eyes so big one could only stare. Heat arose from your stomach to your chest. Her lips were getting closer and your heart skipped a beat. You couldn’t move, like you were hypnotised. Your heart pounded, your knees grew weaker. The empty void that filled the space between your bodies slowly grew as she stepped even closer. Neither of you said anything. You knew what you wanted.

Your whole body tingled, the feeling of her frame leaning on yours, as Nell’s arms wrapped around you felt nearly forbidden. Her lips brushed against yours, softly, delicately, like you were a porcelain figure, one crack away from falling to pieces and being broken forever. You could only focus on how soft she felt against your mouth, how addictively she invaded all your senses. She kissed you long enough that she could inhale your breath, feel the warmth of your skin, and the taste of sea salt on your lips that would linger far after you had gone.

Realising what you had done you pulled away, squinting in embarrassment as you let out deep breaths. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me I—‘

‘—Don’t apologise for kissing me,’ Nell mumbled, placing her hands on your face, placing her lips back onto yours this time more rough. Like you were the air she breathed. The planet she rotated around. She wanted to kiss you and never stop.

Nell gently grabbed your chin, slowly pulling back from the kiss, deep down not wanting to break apart from you again. “Never apologise for kissing me again, Y/n.”

“Duly noted. O captain, my captain, kiss me again.” You giggled as you caught her lips again, throwing your arms around her neck.

[ctitan98official]

@wife-of-gwendolinechristie : Could I have a jealous Alcina Dimitrescu? I thirst for this woman

Hell yeah! I love Alcina too (Obviously, she’s who I post about almost every day lol)!

It should come as no surprise that Alcina is very possessive over things she deems as “hers”… Y/N is no exception.

Alcina is definitely one for dramatic flare. If she catches even a hint that a maiden or woman from the village looked at Y/N for too long… Let’s just say these women don’t tend to stick around. She takes pride in making these women’s last moments on earth tortuous. (Yikes).

Alcina has made entire tournaments for her daughters where the first to bring her a woman who has been flirting with Y/N wins. Y/N is simply too oblivious to suspect this is what’s going on.

The Lady of the castle is very big on public displays of affection with Y/N (Nothing graphic, just holding Y/N’s hand or giving them a peck on the cheek).

However, if Alcina feels that boundaries need to be established, she will not hesitate to damn near suck Y/N’s face off in a searing kiss.

Alcina pouts. 100% and you can’t convince me otherwise. (Hell, we saw her do it when she was talking to Mother Miranda in the game).

Y/N is usually too innocent to think that them simply talking to another woman could be the cause for Alcina’s sudden bad attitude. They just chalk it up to her being moody. She is a busy woman after all.

Sometimes, Alcina is like a cat that demands attention. She’ll sit in front of Y/N wearing her nicest perfume and pearls… More often than not, that’s all she’s wearing when she’s like this…

Y/N may be oblivious, but they’re not completely stupid. They see Alcina pining for some loving? They give it to her.

Very rarely will Alcina display any insecurities, but there have been times, usually in the throes of passion and love-making, where she asks Y/N if they truly love her or if someone else has caught their eye.

Y/N not only reassures the vampiress that they love her, but emphatically proves just how devoted they are to Alcina whenever she asks *Wink wonk*

Alcina’s primary love language is words of affirmation in my opinion. Come on, she loves being told how pretty and smart she is, okay? Just because it’s obvious, doesn’t mean she doesn’t love compliments.

I feel like Alcina loves to be worshipped (She deserves it). It’s not only a sexual release for her, but an emotional one. She wants to feel like she is the queen and the only one for Y/N.

Some people are just prone to jealousy. It doesn’t necessarily have to come from bad past experiences. In Alcina’s case, it’s already a bit of a sore subject because she has felt jealous towards her adoptive siblings for a while. She has always yearned to be Miranda’s favorite creation, and she also demands to be Y/N’s greatest love. It’s just how her brain works.

Alcina’s peak in her human life was during the late forties and early fifties. She was constantly bombarded with notions of grand romantic gestures either in film or music. She can’t help but be a bit of a romantic.

She expects Y/N to show their love for her in big ways. A serenade, an art piece, a hot strip tease. You get the picture.

One of Y/N’s biggest romantic acts was getting a tattoo of Alcina’s name on their bicep. The Lady was entirely satisfied because now she literally had her name permanently etched into Y/N. She’s just sorry Y/N didn’t get “Property of” before her name.

Long story short, Alcina is a jealous person, but its part of her nature and Y/N wouldn’t change a thing.

Note: These are just my personal headcanons, but I definitely see Alcina as someone who gets jealous very easily.

[pristine-rose]

sooo Columbina and Arlecchino with a female darling they are possessive of and has long hair? maybe like a new harbinger darling and childe just won't stop challenging her and something that gets on arlecchino's nerves more than columbinas even pantalone talks to the new harbinger sometimes with gifts in hand just to piss off arlecchino

hnnggg y’all know the harbingers are my fav in this game <3 this’ll keep a similar theme to the hair-brushing-doll fic for arlecchino that i wrote previously, just bc i thought it fit :]

arlecchino and columbina — devil take the hindmost

warnings : sfw, female reader, mentioned to have long hair ( enough to brush ), feat. childe and pantalone, themes of possession / jealousy / and “jokes” of capivity , columbina has ‘truth’ powers similar to aponia

“that’s lady signora’s melody, isn’t it?”

“indeed.” arlecchino smiled a bit when she answered you, lips curling up in a moment of slight tranquility at the mention of the late harbinger—one could almost believe she was kind. and with the same grievance, the third harbinger continued to hum such sweet notes from behind you, amidst her fingers threading through the strands of your hair. “columbina knows it by heart.”

the third harbinger made no response, instead choosing to continue humming behind you, dainty fingers threading through your locks. the vocals parting via sealed lips were gentle-sounding, very much like her own appearance. gentle… you’ve come to learn that columbina succeeded in deception.

“where did these come from?”

arlecchino knew no boundaries as she lifted up your wrist with undeniable force. those keen eyes of hers bore only a battlefield, and it was no different when the slashes on pupils matched the faint lines and scratches on the underside of your wrist.

looks like hiding them was no use.

“so unsightly…” columbina mumbled. and it was the first and only thing she’s said to you all day—choosing to only comment in distaste when her play-doll was marked up.

arlecchino glared. “they looked stiched.” the room almost felt colder. “expertly, so. as if a certain doctor did them.” the silence already bit at your stomach. they don’t like it when other people make modifications to what they claim as their own. “it seems like someone here got them in a rush.”

those wretched eyes were settled on you now. and you would’ve avoided them, had not columbina so gracefully clenched her fist at your hair, forcing you to look up. “tell me, who gave these to you?”

you would’ve lied under a guise of self-infliction, you really would’ve. but it was almost as if the mental, twisted powers of the angel behind you hammered nails down your tongue, forcing you to spit out the bloody truth of your comrade.

“childe.” his name felt dry against your throat. “he wanted to spar, and i got hurt.”

arlecchino’s eyes shifted darkly. and somehow—in some sick, decaying way—you wished the bore a look of sympathy. but she would never give anything of the sort, no. only anger fueled from selfishness that someone else would make their mark.

“o, dearest of knights,” columbina sweetly muttered against your hair, calling out the attention of her other harbinger companion. “you haven’t noticed yet another grotesque addition to our darling.”

as arlecchino’s eyes dipped downwards towards your neck, the air in your lungs suddenly restricted.

“a golden accessory dangling from her neck,” columbina whispered so ghastly disapprovingly. “there’s only one man i know who would gift such an expensive, yet tasteless piece of jewelry…”

arlecchino scoffed, “so shes flocking along with the men of our ranks now, is that what is happening?” she seemed enraged. to witness this demented side of her was no matter to take lightly with a temper like hers; it would actually make you thankful of the kind hand that was still choking your airflow,—for if it was arlecchino’s torn, inked monstrous of a hand, your skin would be in shreds by now.

“w…wait…” you croaked out through shallow, constricted breaths. the thin fingers of the third harbinger felt like sharp spider webs at your skin. “please… let me explain…”

“explain well, foolish one,” said the harbinger behind you.

“they’re… just my friends…”

—which was truly, a completely idiotic thing to say. but you were exasperated as it was not even a lie. childe just wanted a friendly spar, simple as that. he would get dottore to stitch your wounds to avoid this exact occurrence from happening. and, pantalone really just gave you this necklace as a welcoming gift for joining the harbinger ranks.

and yet, the chain of that same gold necklace was being clawed at by the knave. she did not care whether she tore at the skin of your collarbone, or at the pout of columbina—all she cared was to tear that accessory to crumbling chains on the hard floor.

“my knight,” columbina frowned, and you took a gasp of breath as her hand suddenly loosened. “you’ve shaken her up. look, our darling is trembling, and her blood is dripping to the new clothes i just dressed her in…”

shaking? were you really trembling so much in the third harbinger’s arms?

“to hell with it,” arlecchino scowled. “if she thinks she can be oh-so good friends with the others, then she better learn to take a scar that damned doctor cannot stitch.”

“but i want her to all clean and pretty for us,” columbina whined. “so mean… i can’t play with a doll that’s covered in her blood…”

a doll… that’s all you were to them. not a fellow member of the fatui, or even a harbinger.

it was times like these you missed lady signora—these cold, chilling nights when columbina returned to humming the late harbinger’s tune and cleaning you up.

but not for kindness, no. just for display.

hi hi i’m still here !! i just left tumblr for a little bit because honestly it did not feel rewarding or worth it to post when no one—like not even my friends—can see my fics since they get labeled so fast… 😭

but we’ll work on it, or i’ll just give up and make a new blog LOLOLOL

[simpingforthemm]

Could I have a carmen Aziza fic where Yn is new to the prison and she always feels like someone’s staring at her and one day she catches carmen staring at her and gets really flustered then carmen starts flirting with her and becomes posessive over her then one day she drags Yn to the library and kisses her and basically confesses how she wants Yn all for herself

my love, mine all mine

my love mine all mine - mitski

word count: 5.9k

warnings: obsessive, possessive and protective behavior, flirting, kissing, toxic behavior, a bit of violence, threats, cursing, stalking, harry potter part 2 hate (I'm truly sorry)

summary: y/n is new to the prison and always feels like she is being watched. one night in the tv room, she turns around to the person who is watching her, only then realizing how gorgeous her observer is. they form a bond through several sets of events, slowly falling for each other. y/n slowly gets to know ouija's protective and possessive nature and at one birthday party of y/n's bunkmate, that behavior hits its peak. provocated by jealousy, frustration and confusing feelings, ouija makes a messy confession, explaining how she wants y/n all to herself

a/n: heyy, sorry that this took so long! I had a lot going on with school and writer's block so that I literally had no motivation to write. Anyway, I put a lot of work into this and I hope you like it (pls tell me what you think!!). I hope the flirting isn't too awkward, I'm still figuring out how to do that. I hope you enjoy and that I've done your idea justice. also this takes place in season 4

You were walking towards the entrance of Litchfield Penitentiary, the prison where you would be spending the next 3 years of your life. You had been charged with drug trafficking and distribution, all because some scared little snitch who didn't want to go to prison had ratted the whole cartel out. Even your drug lord was now facing a sentence of 9 years. 9 fucking years.

Your lawyer, who had defended you in trial, had been really shitty and literally just gave up on you. He didn't even try to make your sentence shorter, that sorry excuse of a man. Lazy fuck.

Morello, the weird Italian lady who drove you and some other people down to the prison, opened the gate and let you and the other new inmates inside. You couldn't believe you were now an "inmate", it was so weird to think of yourself that way.

"Welcome home everyone!", she exclaimed, giving you an encouraging smile.

You were lucky to get out of the cold van, it was January after all and since it had already snowed, the temperature had dropped down several degrees. So it was a relief to step into the warmer walls of the prison, not having to freeze your ass off in the snow.

The first thing you noticed when you stepped into the halls was how crowded it was. You were tempted to just turn around and run, trying to escape the stuffy air and suffocating feeling that was slowly spreading inside of you. Other inmates were constantly passing your little group, shooting you intimidating glances or smiling dangerously at you. You were uncomfortable, but not scared.

It just reminded you of the halls of your high school back then. Loud, uncomfortable and always overfilled. And god, the popular girls who used to bully you. To say the least, you were used to this.

Morello guided you through the prison, showing you where the commissary, bathrooms and everything else was. You were just passing the TV room, looking inside for a second when you made eye contact with a brown haired woman. The woman frowned at you, looking you up and down. You frowned back and kept walking, turning away from the door.

What the fuck was that?

You sighed and shook your head, telling yourself not to think too much of it. It had only been a small encounter, nothing too significant. At least not enough to get you in trouble. For now.

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You were shown to your dorm, where you occupied the bunk above a woman named Brandy Epps. It was obvious she was extremely racist, you even heard her discussing something about "white lives matter" or "white pride", which you took as a sign to stay the fuck away from her. She continued to make dirty comments about other inmates in the prison while you were busy making your bed.

You turned around to listen to her when you were done, staring at her in disgust and listening to the insults that were coming out of her mouth so easily. You shook your head in disbelief.

You must've been staring at her for too long as the woman turned around, obviously pissed off.

"You got some kind of problem?", she questioned threateningly, getting closer to where you were standing.

"No", you huffed, looking away. You really didn't want to start any trouble on your first day. Best to avoid tricky situations.

"Good. I see you staring like that again, we got a problem, you hear me?"

You sighed. You should've known people would have anger issues in here. That people would get aggressive over the smallest things, because they didn't have anything better to do. Because prison was a shithole and it was fucking tiring to simply just exist there. You certainly didn't want to end up like her, but you feared you were going to have no choice in the future.

"Sure."

Before she could say anything else, you made your way to the cafeteria for dinner.

Due to the prison's overcrowding, the blocks were divided up at each meal. You and your block ate with Cell Block C or the so-called "Spanish Harlem", as Morello had already explained to you.

With your plate of food in hand, you sat down at the end of some table and started eating. You were extremely hungry, exhausted from the stress of arriving in the prison.

Suddenly, you felt two pairs of eyes burn holes into your back and you just knew someone was staring at you. You forced yourself to not turn around, not wanting to start a fight on your first day. One never knew what could happen in prison, you might get jumped just because you sat in the wrong seat or stared at someone the wrong way, almost like it did with the racist bitch back in your dorm.

It made you uncomfortable but you focused on the disgusting brown liquid in front of you that was supposed to be "chili con carne", forcing it down your throat and hoping, no praying, that that person was going to leave you alone.

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The next few days you felt as if you were being watched the entire time, feeling that burning sensation in your back again. There wasn't a single moment where you didn't turn around every single second while walking to the showers or the cafeteria.

You were extremely paranoid.

But every time you did, there were always too many people in the halls to really make out someone who could be stalking you.

So you just kept on going about your day, minding your business.

Until you couldn't anymore.

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It was Friday night, which today should've been movie night, but it got canceled and now everyone was in a bad mood. It wasn't often that something nice like this happened and it was a good escape from the tiring everyday routine the inmates had in the prison. You got to watch cool movies, eat snacks from the commissary and chill with your friends.

Instead, you were now sitting in the tv room, just reading your book in a chair next to Morello, who had unfortunately forced you to come along.

"Come on, Y/N! I promise it'll be fun. You can bring your boring book, even though it is a TV room, meaning you go there to watch TV and not to…read. Usually. But I'm sure they'll make an exception!", she had said to you after finding you alone on your bunk, wrapped in your blanket. You had rolled your eyes at her but gotten up from your bunk nevertheless, admitting defeat.

You had actually been enjoying the silence in your dormitory from everyone being gone, but of course, that just had to be interrupted.

Now you were sitting there, amongst all those other people, just trying to read your book in peace. But, and honestly what else did you expect, there was the piercing set of eyes again, just watching your every move. You were actually so sick of it now. Why was this person looking at you the whole time? Why were you so interesting?

This time, you actually decided to turn around and not ignore them like you had done the other times.

You spotted her immediately. It was the woman who had frowned at you on your first day! The woman with the brown hair!

And now she was smirking at you. How was she not looking away or ashamed that you caught her?

Your eyes widened as you slowly scanned her. She was drop-dead-gorgeous. She had curves that were to die for, these stunning dark brown eyes…

You felt yourself blush and turned away. God, hadn't you promised yourself to not find anyone attractive here? Especially not people that could possibly be dangerous?

Well, you had just failed miserably and pathetically.

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Someone pulled a chair up in front of you, sitting on it backwards, using the back of the chair as an armrest.

You were looking down on the ground, burying your face in your book when a finger hooked itself under your chin, tilting it up.

The drop-dead-gorgeous woman was right in front of you, her eyes scanning your face, biting her lip.

She outstretched her hand to you.

"Ouija. Nice to meet you." Her eyes shone with something you couldn't quite decipher.

"Y/N", you introduced yourself, feeling shy in front of this beautiful woman, shaking her hand. She held onto it a little longer than normal, looking you directly in your eyes.

"That's a beautiful name."

She flashed you an amused smile, recognizing your anxiousness.

"Yo, there's no need to be shy, chica" (cutie/girl), Ouija said while moving in a little closer.

"Not for a pretty girl like you at least.", she said with a lowered voice.

She smiled at you once again and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"Thank you", you mumbled, not really knowing what else to say.

Ouija smirked.

"You're welcome, muñequita" (dolly)

Fuck.

"Anyhow, what you in for, mama?", she asked, slowly leaning back again as if she didn't just audibly make you gasp.

"Drug trafficking and distribution", you answered, avoiding her gaze.

"Yo, damn! So you a 'little miss drug dealer' then?" She laughed.

"Certainly. Right hand woman of my drug lord, thank you very much", you responded, bowing your head a little. She chuckled, shaking her head.

"Impressive, yo. I like a woman in power. It's hot."

You felt yourself blush again. God, this woman somehow had the ability to make you flustered very easily.

"So, what did you do?", you questioned.

"WIC Fraud. I killed three somebody's - nobodies -", she pointed to a tattoo that she had right next to her eye, three black teardrops, "and then I get popped for fucking fraud. You believe that shit?"

You shook your head, confused as to how they didn't find out about her killing all those people but charged her for the fraud. Maybe if you had committed another crime besides the drug thing and turned yourself in, you would be facing less time. You were suddenly deep in your thoughts, wondering about that, so that you didn't notice Ouija standing up beside you.

"All right, mama, I'mma let you get back to your book here. We'll see each other around", she said optimistically.

Ouija walked back to her seat, but not without winking at you and letting her hand brush against your arm.

You didn't get the chance to ask why she had been staring at you this whole time before really introducing herself to you, but right now, that matter seemed pretty unimportant to you. You felt starstruck from the interaction with the latina, just staring at the words in your book and not being able to focus at all. The conversation had been way too short and you already wanted to talk to her more.

But what you didn't know is that you wouldn't have to wait long until the two of you would speak again. Carmen had taken a liking to you and she was ready to explore what might develop between you two. At least she already knew that she was capable of making your cheeks go red within a matter of seconds.

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You were doing research in the library, or more like trying to find one of your favorite books, Harry Potter. You were trying to find some comfort in this cold place and what better way to do it than with your favorite literature? You wandered through the fiction aisle, scanning through the books.

There it was, on the highest shelf. But, of course, as expected, you were not tall enough to reach it. You felt so incredibly pathetic right now, there was no chair in sight to help you, no stool for you to stand on.

„Yo, need some help there?“, you heard someone ask. You turned around to the voice.

It was Ouija. She was leaning against one of the shelves, smirking at your attempts to stand on your tiptoes to grab the book, of course failing miserably.

„Yes, please“, you said, just a tad embarassed.

„Which book?“, she asked.

„Harry Potter“

She nodded, reaching up, taking it out without any strain.

„So, the goblet of fire“, she said, twisting the book in her hands.

„It was one of my favorite books growing up. I’m already done with all of the books I was allowed to bring in here so I thought I’d do a little nostalgia trip“

Your fingertips touched as she passed you the book.

„I liked it too as a little kid. But my favorite book was always the chamber of secrets“

„Girl – no offense – but are you serious?“

Ouija frowned, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

„What do you mean?“, she questioned, crossing her arms in front of her face.

You smiled, shaking your head.

„Nah, I don’t want to destroy your favorite childhood book for you. I have a very strong opinion when it comes to Harry Potter.“

„No worries, yo, I can handle it. Give it to me“, Ouija said lowly, tilting her head. You bit your lip, rubbing your hands together, getting ready to go.

„Well, I think Ginny’s absolutely insufferable in that book, I mean sure, she was influenced by Voldemort but still, I think it’s not right that she played the „weak, needing to be saved“ girl in that book. It’s not exactly feminist. Also I think the book doesn’t really add to the series, it’s just kind of there as a „filler“ or an information dump. Also, the thing with the diary is just unrealistic. Why wouldn’t anyone notice that it’s in Ginny’s posession? It just doesn’t make sense.“

You grit your teeth in worry, hoping you didn’t go to far.

„I’m sorry, was that too far?“, you asked.

„Nah, I think you’re right actually. Yo, I might have to rethink my favorite childhood book“, Ouija laughed, rubbing her neck.

„I’d be happy to help. I know quite a lot about the series actually“, you explained proudly.

„I figured. That pretty face can convince me of anything, man, I’m sure“

You looked down, trying to hide the blush spreading on your cheeks.

„Don’t hide it“, Ouija said, tilting your chin up. You looked up into her beautiful dark brown eyes, getting lost in them.

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It was late in the afternoon, the sun was already setting and the inmates had a few hours left to catch some air outside before the prison would close its gates, making it time for lights out. You had put on your winter coat and beanie, ready to take a little stroll in the yard. Your hands were covered in thick gloves, protecting you from the harsh January wind

Today, you were just going to take a little stroll around the yard, not that anything else was really possible here. You wish you would have some kind of space to run, get rid of all the energy that you weren’t able to put to use properly.

You were just about to round the corner at the mailbox when you heard a noise.

You stopped in your tracks when you heard someone sniffle and sob.

Frowning, you started walking towards the sound and soon you were able to make out the person who they were coming from. They had brown curly hair - Oh shit! Ouija! You stopped yourself before you were going to run over to her and make sure she's okay.

You were unsure if you should approach her at such a sensitive time.

You wouldn't know how she was going to react, the two of you had known each other barely a hot second.

But you knew that if you were alone and crying in a prison and the person discovering you had good intentions, you would want to be comforted too. And that was good enough for you. You hoped you were making the right decision.

"Ouija, hey, what's wrong?", you asked worriedly, slowly kneeling down beside her.

Her head snapped up, her eyes widening when she realized it was you. She quickly wiped her tears away, trying to find her composure. You couldn’t help but admire her, she was even pretty when she cried, her lashes were stuck together, her cheeks were flushed… God, wrong moment!! Get it together Y/N...

"Oh shit. Hey, didn't hear you coming. Yo, how's it going?"

"I'm fine, but you don't seem to be. What's the matter?"

"Nah, I'm fine, nothing to worry about", she said quickly. You raised your eyebrows, not believing anything she said.

"What? I said I’m fine, man“, Ouija spat, putting up all her defenses.

"Look, I know we don’t really know each other, but I’m not gonna judge you for showing emotion or opening up. It’s human.“

Ouija huffed, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Fuck, fine. Shit, you're stubborn, girl. It's my son. He's in the hospital because of some gang activity in his block and…I'm not there for him, man. I'm in fucking prison. And I can't do anything about it."

You sighed. You knew what she was talking about. You felt the same. Being in prison made you feel so stuck, even though you had only been there for a few days. You weren’t there for your loved ones, the world around you kept turning and changing while you were locked away. Your friends had also seemingly already forgotten about you. Maybe they were all just glad you were gone.

"Honestly, I get it. I have a little sister, she just turned 5. She's growing up so fast and in a year, she'll already be in primary school. I'm missing out on her making her first friends there, I can't help her with her homework or comfort her when she has a bad day. It's torture. So yeah, I can relate. Nothing bad happened to her yet, fortunately, but you know the world out there. I can’t protect her from the harm she might experience out there."

The two of you were silent for a second, saying nothing.

"The thing is, you can't change anything about it. As much as it sucks, you gotta figure out how to deal with that shit. You gotta trust that your son knows you love him and that you being in here has nothing to do with him."

That flipped a switch in Ouija. She did love her son, a lot. She had just got to find a way to show it to him, especially right now. A small smile spread on her face as an idea popped up in her head.

She felt your hand touch her back, stroking it slowly.

Ouija turned to you, the woman who she had been obsessed with ever since she had entered the walls of this prison. The woman who she had frowned at when she made eye contact with her at her first day. The woman who frowned back. She knew that you knew that she had watched you the first few days upon your arrival. You were just so mesmerizing to her, she somehow felt drawn to you.

"Inmates! Back inside!", you heard a guard shout loudly. You sighed. The roughness of the CO's was still something you had to get used to.

"Yo, we should probably go before it gets serious or some shit. You never know if these fuckers are gonna pull out a gun or not", Ouija said, outstretching her hand to you, desperate to get you away from possible danger.

You nodded, letting her help you up.

As you were about to walk past the guard, you noticed that your shoe was untied. You stopped, reaching down to tie it, but the CO was not having it.

„INMATE! KEEP IT MOVING! I HAVEN’T GOT ALL FUCKING DAY, YOU UNDERSTAND??!“, he shouted aggressively, about to yank you up from the ground, when Ouija threw herself inbetween you two.

From your place on the ground, you didn’t hear what she said to the CO or what made him back off of the two of you. You only saw her enraged facial expression as she turned to help you up, once again. You were in a complete state of shock, this being the first time you were properly yelled at by a guard. You felt Ouija wrap an arm around your shoulder, guiding you back inside.

„Inmate Aziza, I would fucking throw you down to the SHU, but I’m fucking exhausted from today so I will let you off EASILY because I’m so nice with just a shot. For the both of you that is!“, he spat at the two of you as you walked back inside.

Ouija saw the broken look on your face and from that point, there was no way in hell that she was ever going to leave your side. She felt protective of you suddenly, she wanted to rip that guard’s head off, no, she wanted to choke him until his words got stuck in his fucking throat for ever talking to you in that way.

She wanted to shield you from any and all bad things in this place. She wanted you to herself, wanted no one fucking near you, except for her. Her hand grabbed your shoulder tighter.

She stood in front of you, so you were facing her. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as your gaze met hers. Your eyes were so beautiful. You were slightly looking up to her, as Ouija was a bit taller than you.

„Hey, yo, are you okay, mama? That guard was pretty rough on you“, she asked you, her voice soft as velvet. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but Ouija wasn’t letting that happen. She grabbed your chin, caressing your cheek with her thumb.

„Yo, no crying, pretty woman, we’ve already had enough of that today.“

„I love that movie“, you chuckled slightly, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your shirt.

„Pretty Woman? White poor woman fucks rich white man and falls in love? Nah, that shit’s too predictable.“

„Exactly. One already knows how the movie ends, but I still like it“

Ouija scoffed, ruffling your hair. She leads you back to your dorm, glaring at Epps as the bald-headed woman was about to harass you again. Epps backed up with raised hands, whispering:

„I wasn’t even about to do anything...“

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You were casually walking to the showers, towel and toiletries in hand. It was 5am in the morning, so the line wasn't long.

You had gotten up early for the hot water, your bunkmate Epps complaining that you were making too much noise, disrupting her very important sleep. There were only 2 hours until she had to get up anyway. Epps luckily hadn’t bothered you too much the past few days, thanks to Ouija, who had given her death glares whenever the two of you had been hanging around each other, which had been quite often. You had spent most of your time with her, she had helped you settle into the prison and made you laugh almost all the time. You had been there for her during all the announcements she got from the hospital about her son and celebrated with her when the doctor told her that he was going to be okay.

You hadn’t really gotten acquainted with any of the other women at the prison, as every time you tried to talk to one of them, you felt Ouija’s glare on the both of you or you got pulled away from the other person because she suddenly „needed to talk to you very urgently“. Of course you knew that she was jealous somehow, even though she had no reason to be. One of the times when she had dragged you away, the two of you had gone to the chapel. Ouija hadn’t said anything as she had taken your hand and pulled you along with her.

She had lifted you onto the stage, where performances or speeches were given, but kept standing on the ground herself. She still stayed silent as she locked eyes with you and slowly ran one of her hands up your thigh. She leaned in a little bit when her hand reached the waistband of your pants, her eyes on your lips. You could basically feel the electricity sizzling between the two of you. It was like the two of you were always meant to end up so close to each other, like this. Your foreheads were already touching, your lips barely inches away from each other, when the door to the chapel slammed shut and the both of you immediately flew off of each other. Pidge was calling for Ouija, telling her that Maria was calling a meeting. Ouija, frustrated, promising you she would be back for you, „continuing where you left of“. And now you were here.

You stepped into one of the shower cabinets, turning on the shower head.

You sighed as the warm water washed over your body, immediately making you sleepy again. You hadn’t slept really well with that racist woman Epps beneath you. You never knew what she might do and you always had to sleep with one eye open. It was exhausting and definitely took a strain on your body.

"Mornin', muñequita."

You turned around to the voice, looking directly into Ouija's eyes. She looked a little sleepy, but her half-closed eyes were still roaming your body, drinking in your frame. With just a look, she was able to to make you sweat, blush, avoid her gaze… it was nerve-wracking. With a towel wrapped around your body, you stepped outside of the shower and towards the fully dressed Ouija.

"Hey there“, you answered, yawning.

"How you doing, mama?"

"I'm good, a little tired still." She nodded understandingly.

"Glad my pretty girl is doing well", she smiled, leaning against the wall.

You blushed a little and looked to your feet, trying to hide your reddened cheeks.

"Yo, come over here, mama", she beckoned.

You looked left and right to check if anyone was there who could possibly see you before you moved out of the shower cabin and over to where Ouija was standing.

As soon as you were standing in front of her Ouija grabbed your shoulders and pulled you close, wrapping her arms around your lower torso. She pressed a kiss to your forehead, allowing you to rest your head on her chest.

„Y/N?“

„Yeah?“

„I wanted to say thanks for the time you found me..you know, crying, and comforted me and shit. I didn’t deserve that and I’m still a shit mom, but I talked to my son on the phone and...he’s coming to visitation next week“

You squealed in excitement, jumping up a little bit, so excited for Ouija.

„Ouija, that’s great! I’m so happy for you!“

You wrapped your arms around her neck , embracing her in a hug.

Ouija grabbed you by your hips and switched positions so that now you were pressed against the wall. Both of her hands were placed next to your head while yours were busy holding up that towel of yours.

„You’re so cute when you’re happy, you know that?“, Ouija asked, biting her bottom lip. She leaned in closer, taking your face inbetween her hands. Your eyes closed in anticipation, ready to finally connect with her, to finally feel the full extent of the electricity between you too. She leaned in, leaned in, you started feeling dizzy of her scent, of her presence...

BANG! The metal door to the showers slammed shut, loud voices coming from the doorway. Ouija immediately let go of you, distancing herself, and as some of the other inmates walked past you and entered the showers, you tried to act as nothing had happened before. You exchanged a frustrated glance with her, were you ever going to be able to kiss?

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It was your bunkmate Epps' birthday and she made like this whole deal out of it. Almost everyone in this prison was invited, including you and Ouija and almost every single lesbian which was weird, since Epps was definitely homophobic.

But she and her friends did know how to throw a party, you had to leave her that. There was a snack bar with drinks, a dance floor and colorful garlands reading "happy birthday".

You had just entered the overfilled room, completely overwhelmed, not knowing what to do or where to stand or where to sit. You were looking around for Ouija, finding her in a corner of the room, next to Pidge and Zirconia.

She was staring down everyone in the room, a grumpy expression on her face. You know how frustrated she had been the past few days, you were about to kiss two times, but always had been interrupted by one of the other inmates. Privacy was basically non-existent in prison and by now, the two of you were so desperate to kiss, you almost felt like two pathetic lesbian teenage girls.

You were walking towards her, pushing through the crowd, and as you approached them, Zirconia noticed you, her face lighting up.

"Y/N! Hi!", she exclaimed happily.

Ouija's head immediately snapped in your direction and her entire demeanor changed. Her grumpy face disappeared, her eyes lit up and a smile spread across her lips.

"Well, yo, look who showed up!", she said, genuinely happy to see you.

You smiled at her and Pidge.

You looked around for a chair to pull up next to the group, but of course, every single one was taken. This did not go unnoticed by Ouija and she certainly did not seem too unhappy about this fact as her smirk widened.

"Come, muñeca, you can sit here", she said, pointing to her man spread legs. Damn, you thought, really really wanting to, but not being sure if it might be risky. You looked around to see if anyone was looking except for Zirconia and Pidge, but everyone was too focused on themselves to even slightly care about the two of you. And even so, you didn’t care.

You lowered yourself onto her lap and immediately felt her arms tightly wrap around your torso.

„Good girl, put those pretty thighs on me“, she whispered in your ear, her hand stroking your leg softly. Your eyes widened, the familiar blush spreading on your cheeks. „Mi amor, mio todo mio“, (my love, mine all mine) she mumbled, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

The evening progressed without anyone even looking at you. You sat on Ouija’s lap the entire time, wondering how it wasn’t taking a strain on her legs, conversing with her, Zirconia and Pidge. You did not once go to the buffet because you were so immersed in the conversation you were having with them but nevertheless, you were thirsty.

„I’ll just get something to drink really quick, do you want anything?“, you said to Ouija, hopping off of her lap.

„Nah, I’m good, thanks though“

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You were standing at the bar, deciding what drink you were going to get, not that there were a lot of options, this was prison after all. Possibilities weren’t exactly endless.

„Hi there“, a voice greeted you, coming out of nowhere.

You jumped, letting out a little shriek.

„Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you“, the woman next to you said worriedly, but you only laughed.

„It’s fine, I get scared easily.“

„You’re new here right?“, she asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

„Yeah, I arrived here about two weeks ago, so my stay hasn’t exactly been long“

„Ah, so a newbie. That’s why I haven’t seen you around.“

You nodded, conversing in a little small talk with her. You already felt Ouija staring at you, knowing it was because of her protective and posessive nature, but you also wanted friends in here. You needed other people that you could rely on.

The woman, who turned out to be called Carla was telling you funny stories about other prisons she had been at and interactions she had with other inmates there and here at Litchfield.

You laughed loudly, finding her absolutely hilarious. While you and the woman were joking around, Ouija was boiling with anger and jealousy. She tried to keep her cool, „take a fucking chill pill“, like Zirconia had advised her. But it was really hard when she hadn’t even kissed you yet, didn’t even get to call you hers yet. Maybe the possibility of somebody else still being able to snatch you away was giving her the nerves. Maybe she would be more relaxed if she knew you were really hers.

Maybe. But right now, she just wanted to get you the fuck away from that other woman.

As you kept talking with Carla, you felt her put her hand on your waist.

„Um…“, you mumbled, looking over to Ouija. That was Carmen Aziza’s last straw. Nobody would touch her girl, not like that.

She stormed over to where you were standing and pushed the other woman off of you and to the ground where she landed with a loud bang. She stood over the woman, placing her thick boot onto her chest, compromising her airways.

„Touch her again and yo“, she laughed bitterly, „I’ll fuck you up“.

Before you could properly register what was happening, you felt yourself being grabbed by the wrist and pulled away. You didn’t know where you were going, as you were still finding your way around the prison, when you reached the door to the library. It was completely silent, the only sound being you getting pushed against one of the shelves.

Ouija stood in front of you, placing one of her hands beside your head. She used the other one to harshly grab your chin, lifting it up so you were looking at her. Her facial expression was one of anger, jealousy and displeasement.

„I don’t know who that other woman thinks she is, but she better know that you’re mine. Ever since you stepped into the walls of this prison, shit, I knew I had to have you. You're mine, amorcita. You're all mine and yo, guess what? I ain't about fucking sharing. I can’t hide how I feel about you anymore, munequita. Not when 1000 other bitches are this close to you every day. I love you.“

Ouija’s face was full of worry, anticipation of what you thought of her confession, if you felt the same.

„I’m yours“, you said, breathless, and that was all it took for Ouija to smash her lips against you and press you further into the wooden shelves. Her scent intoxicated you, all you saw, smelled, heard, touched was her. She was your whole world and you were hers. Her warm body was pressing into yours, her hands were roaming your body, diving underneath your shirt. Finally, you could do what you waited so long for. Her hands were in your hair, her tongue was dancing with yours. You forgot that you were in prison, you forgot about the world around you.

All there was, was you and her. Your love, yours all yours.

[celticbotanart]

ALRIGHT, since Halloween is just around the corner and this blog is ALSO about sharing and talking about my full-time hyperfixation (music), I want to make some recommendations of "unusual" or just unknown songs that very well fit the theme! I've mentioned before that I love making thematic playlists and that I have rules for them everything (it's serious shit!!), so I wanna share some of the songs featured in my "Ecclectic Halloween" playlist. The two basic rules I applied for that playlist are:

The song MUST include anything supernatural, spooky, bizarre, "murder/serial killer", classic creature and so on

The song can be of ANY genre; is it metal? Prog? Disco? Electronic? Soundtrack? COOL, ALL ARE WELCOME!

Let's get started!

1 - Rainbow - Tarot Woman

As an unapologetic 70s dad rock advocate, I HAVE to start with one of my fave bands of the genre! The song begins with a DOPE synth/keyboard solo, and then iconic Dio (the one Dio from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure was named after) comes in with a bunch of cryptic imagery, like the predictions the tarot woman is telling him as she turns the cards side on:

Something in the air Tells me to beware - No, no, no! Her love is like a knife She'll carve away your life - So go, go, go! Beware of a place, a smile on a bright shiny face I'll never return, how do you know? Tarot woman! But I don't know, I don't know!

2 - Blackmore's Night - I Guess It Doesn't Matter Anymore

From the same breed of the first song, cause Blackmore was the guitar player / composer for Rainbow - except that Blackmore's Night is a project he made way later (late 90s), with his wife Candice Night, who sings all the songs and composes with him. This song is about the CLASSIC tale of someone giving a lift to a mysterious woman they found wandering at the side of the road; when they get to the place she wanted to go and asks to leave, the driver turns around! And the lady, she's suddenly gone!!!!!

Standing in the rain, the cold and angry rain In a long white dress, a girl without a name She stood beneath the light, Glowing like a candle bright I guess it doesn't matter anymore (...) Finally she spoke, 'come pull off the road' Saying she was headin' home I turned and she was gone, I was all alone

3- Loreena McKennitt - The Bonny Swans

You might be asking: "Oriel, what the fuck, why is soft spoken-christmas songs-traditional folk medieval instruments Loreena McKennitt in this playlist at all??? With a song named like THAT?? What is so scary about pretty glorified ducks anyway?" - And to that I'll say right off the bat this is the most metal song in the entire playlist, and I say this unironically. This song is inspired by an old ballad and it tells about a girl who was drowned by her own sister out of jealousy of her betrothed; the sister kills her so she can have the lad for herself. It already has murder, as you can tell - but it gets WORSE, as the body of the drowned girl floats down the river and is found by a miller's daughter; a passing-by bard then uses the dead girl's bones and golden hair to make a harp that plays on it's own, possessed by the dead girl's spirit???? She (as the harp) asks to be taken to the court, the bard takes her, and AS A CURSED HARP MADE OF BONES the dead girl outs her sister as her murderer, in front of the entire family and the court. Look. If this isn't METAL AF, I don't know what ELSE can be. The "bonny swans" from the title comes from the comparison Loreena makes of the pale girl's body floating in the water, to swans swimming along. kkkkkkkkkkk JESUS.

He made harp pins of her fingers fair With a hey ho and a bonny o He made harp strings of her golden hair The swans swim so bonny o He made a harp of her breast bone With a hey ho and a bonny o And straight it began to play alone The swans swim so bonny o He brought it to her father's hall With a hey ho and a bonny o And there was the court, assembled all The swans swim so bonny o He laid the harp upon a stone With a hey ho and a bonny o And straight it began to play lone The swans swim so bonny o

4- Sting - Moon Over Bourbon Street

Probably one of the most fun songs in this, because it's a song written by Sting, inspired by Anne Rice's "Interview With the Vampire"! The song is under Louis' PoV, and he laments his current condition as a vampire and also as a man of god, as he wanders through New Orleans's streets. This Sting's live performance of this song (the live in Berlin, 2010) is my favorite by far - there's a whole ass epic orchestra and even a theremin! hehe

I pray everyday to be strong For I know what I do must be wrong Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over Bourbon Street It was many years ago that I became what I am I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb Now I can never show my face at noon And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon

5- AQUA - Halloween

Yes, THAT AQUA - turns out they DO have more songs other than Barbie Girl, and they actually slap - I was there in the 90s, when the Deep Eurodance Magic was written. I LOVE this one because it has such a fun vibe, and obviously, inspired by the "Halloween" movie franchise - Lene plays as the girl alone at night who receives a call from René, playing as the psycho who's after her. They even act that scene at the begining of the song dsjfhjsdgf so cool!

The sound of shoes, a shadow that moves Something odd is tic tac ticking Someone's in here, I'm so full of fear The telephone is ringing!!

6- E Nomine - Das Tier In Mir

ONE OF MY ALL-TIME FAVES IN THIS PLAYLIST. E Nomine was (?) a German electronic music project who DARED to mix in dark techno/trance beats AND CHANTS IN LATIN, as this deep-voiced dude sings/borderline-raps in German. ITS HARD TO EXPLAIN, BUT I PROMISE, ITS SO SO SO DOPE. They also sang about all sorts of religious / dark fantasy themes - they have an entire album based on the Bible, which I promise, they made it a LOT MORE RAD AND COOL than it sounds; and another album about the supernatural and all kinds of creatures, like vampires, ghosts, werewolves, demons. "Das Tier in Mir" or "The Animal In Me" is their "werewolf" song - it starts off with this kid singing in Latin about the forest, and the moonlight, and the song goes on with Deep Voice Dude singing under the werewolf's perspective; it even features a dramatic transformation sequence!!

[Latin]The forest is hidden, in the moonlight, My home is the forest In the starlight (...) Dark clouds and dark thoughts, The full-moon night smashes my barriers down. The animal desire that I massacre comes in me. I feel this bloodlust here and now. Deep in the night the twinkling stars, A sweet smell is drawing me into the distance. But careful if my passion gets aroused quite gently in the night And the hunter wakes up in me! (Translation from here - it's rather clunky, but that's the gist of it!)

7- E Nomine - Mitternacht

Yep! Another one by E Nomine, BECAUSE THEY JUST SLAP TOO HARD. "Mitternacht", or "Midnight" is pretty much about the Witching Hour, all the spirits comes out when the bell strikes midnight!! This one is SUCH A FAVORITE of mine because it sounds EXACTLY what a DJ would play as vampires dressed in fancy, old outfits and masks waltz around in a haunted, opulent manor

When the gondolas are in mourning and the dead's lament resounds horror is breathing down your neck When the clock starts striking cold thick fog is touching you gently ...midnight! [Latin] midnight, dark night, cruelty of the soul the bell is ringing twelve times ...midnight! (Translation from here - same from previous song, kinda clunky but we get it)

8- Dead or Alive - Something In My House

Another classic banger with the catchiest fucking tune ever, by You-Spin-Me-Right-Round-Baby-Right-Round Dead or Alive, sung by ICONIC genderfucker wizard Pete Burns (the Gender Envy of him in this video is real). I have to admit, this one is SLIGHTLY cheating on my rules, cause the "something in my house" in question is not anything supernatural - it's a metaphor for a gone-wrong relationship, lol. Ngl, I think this is kinda fucking brilliant. But like, the spooky, Halloween-y vibes are all there nonetheless: wolves are howling, Pete is singing in an old castle and looking 200% like a vampire. Even if I'm cheating a little, it still fits!

There is something in my house - my house, It's just a ghost of a long long dead affair, There is something in my house - my house, I just keep a hearing you runnin' on up my stairs, But you're not there

9- League of Legends - Fiddlesticks, The Harbinger of Doom

Finally, some soundtracks! I don't play LoL, but I absolutely love some of the character's themes, and Fiddlestick's is one of them! For what I've got, Fiddlesticks is like this ancient, nightmare-ish Freddie Krugger-like entity, and BOY, does the song reflect exactly THAT. It SOUNDS like a horror movie, and I'm obsessed about it!!

When fields lie calm and wind stands still (Run home, run home) As the crows make night of the fading Sun (Hide now, hide now) When the trees do bow, as if they weep (Stay down, stay down) Though its light beckons forth, a melody calls out (Too late, too late)

10- The Alan Parson's Project - The Cask of Amontillado

And!!! Last but not least!! Closing this playlist with THIS ULTIMATE DAD PROG ROCK BANGER, which as you can see, is inspired by Poe's tale "The Cask of Amontillado". In fact, the entire album where that song comes from, "Tales of Mystery and Imagination - Edgar Allan Poe", is inspired by his work. Yeah there are also songs on "The Raven" and "The Fall of the House of Usher" too for example! It's just so cool! But "The Cask of Amontillado" is by far my favorite, specially with the instrumental part at the end, ughhhh <3

By the last breath of the four winds that blow I'll have revenge upon Fortunato Smile in his face I'll say "come let us go I've a cask of Amontillado" (...) You who are rich and whose troubles are few May come around to see my point of view What price the Crown of a King on his throne When you're chained in the dark all alone

This is definitely a long ass post, and I really had to cut it even shorter bc of Tumblr's dumbass video limit, but that's alright. I might even put up a part II, hehe I hope you like the Halloween-y songs recs!!

[olinblogin]

Sorry if I make another request you don't have to do this one if you don't want to of course ♡ can I ask for a Yan LBD x Fem reader x Yan Mayor? I don't see many content of them here in Tumblr unfortunately ;-;

I was thinking of an scenario when they want Reader to be part of them since LBD wants to destroy the planet for "perfection" She maybe can se Reader as someone who has the destiny to be by her side along with the Mayor of course, Thank you so much! 💖

Btw: I love your profile picture (╯✧▽✧)╯

Absolutely! I’m so glad you enjoy my stories so much to request from me again, Chipi! I really hope you enjoy this one as well, thank you again so much for your support I really appreciate it! :3

YAN!LADY BONE DEMON X FEM!READER X YAN!MAYOR

(Disclaimer; Lady Bone Demon is NOT possessing Bai He in this story!)

CW/TW FOR THE CHAPTER; kidnapping, chaining/bondage(not sexual), slight Stockholm syndrome(?), the mayor has his own TW.

The cold air nipped at your skin as you clutched at your windbreaker, which did little to end your shivering as you trudged up the peaks of the mountain. You peered back momentarily, watching the flashes a blue and gold strike the sky…

You had to focus on the task at hand. The ice you passed by that was made by the Lady Bone Demon whispered and beckoned for you… grazing yourself hands across the rings of samadhi you grimaced at the piercing heat they seemed to emit the closer you came to the center of the area where the ritual was first held…

A breeze of air bit your already flushed cheeks; sniveling to yourself you shoveled the rings back under your coat… at least that gave some warmth.

You tried to focus in on what everyone was talking about; but your hearing was overcome with a ringing noise that made you dizzy. Stumbling, the rings tumbled out of your jacket… you tried to pick them up, but you fumbled clumsily and fell to your side.

“[Y/N]?! Are you okay?!” MK screamed out, rushing to your side with everyone else in suit. You could barely hear his voice until the feeling of a familiar cold wrapped around your neck; yanking you back.

You choked out a yelp when you were tugged again, clawing at the cold clasp around your neck. You managed to crane your neck back a little to be met with the cold, undead eyes of the man who called himself the Mayor…

The same man you knew was working under the Lady Bone Demon.

He said nothing, just stared forward with that emotionless grin that split his face in two. MK was the first to spring into action; trying to summon the staff but fumbling when he remembers it wasn’t in his possession. “Let go of my friend you-.. you— you weirdo!” MK snarled, hoping to put on a threatening facade to hide how scared shitless he was.

The chain held to your throat threatened to strangle you, eliciting a groan from you.

“No need for name-calling, now. My Lady and I have come to an agreement… we wish to have your friend here as our own,” The Mayor said with far too much glee. Those words dawned on you and you snapped your gaze to his, his stone blue eyes slowly moving to your own. “What?! You can’t just..- I’m not yours! I’m not going with you, either!” You wobbled to your feet, trying to tug back the chain, thrashing and pulling like a rabid dog.

“You wish to act like a dog, then?” He mused; but he didn’t seem gleeful about it… for once he wasn’t smiling. A shiver ran up your spine.

“Well then. I suppose you do bark like one… I wonder if you’d bite. No matter.” The Mayor tugged back the chain and pulled you forward against him… he just happened to keep the hand holding the chain on your waist; and the other intertwined with yours.

It almost seemed like he was ready to waltz you around a lavish ballroom.

You heard a short, collective scream from your friends as you felt as if you momentarily blipped out of existence; only to be met with your knees to the floor and more chains now keeping you bound, your wrists behind your back, cuff still on your throat too.

The Mayor’s shoes clicked behind you, shivering when his cold hand ran up the back of your neck and through your hair; only for him to yank your head by your hair to force you to make eye contact with the Lady Bone Demon herself.

The more you stared into her eyes the more your ears rung, and the more whispers clawed at the back of your head… it felt as if ghostly hands were grabbing at any part of you that was possible… “How peculiar… what was such a gem as yourself doing with those miscreants who wish to sabotage my plans to bring destiny upon this world.” The Lady Bone Demon’s Hand went to your neck; and up under your jaw to lift your gaze to hers.

Despite the aching migraine forming in your brain, and her cold hand against your jaw; you couldn’t help but melt into the woman’s touch. The Lady Bone Demon’s eyes looked down at the chains bounding you, and glared back at the Mayor. “And why is she bound by ball and chain like a wild animal? Do you not forget why she is with us?!” Her usually calm voice formed into a shout; one that seemed to equally scare both you, and the Mayor. “Yes, my lady… but I couldn’t get her here without a struggle. I’ll remove her chains now,”

The Mayor kneeled by your side and undid the ghastly blue chains; which dropped to the ground and dissipated like fog. 

“Now, my dear… let us shape this world anew. You are far too precious to lose in our reshaping if this wrong world.” The Lady Bone Demon raised the back of her hand and ran her knuckles across your cheek. “You’ll see fit with immortality, as well. We must bind you to us in every way possible.” The Mayor lurked behind you, still having that jarring grin that most didn’t seem real.

You wanted to scream… you wanted to yell and tell them to leave you alone; you wanted so horribly to run away and cry.

But it was like your mouth had a mind of its own.

“Yes, my lady.”

[haitaniapologist]

YOU DIDN'T TEACH ME HOW TO FORGET YOU. ( childe x reader, part one )

╰┈➤ you never thought you would find the boy who haunted your childhood in a trip to liyue.

pairings — childe / tartaglia x fem!reader.

warnings — reader is a ragnvindr (not specified whether adopted or not, so it's up to you), reader have an anemo vision, reader and childe are 20, kaeya is older than diluc (personal headcanon of mine lmao), lumine is the traveler, a little bit of angst but overall fluff (yet), childe is smooth and lovesick, a bit of yandereish behavior, possessiveness.

word count — 7.1k

notes — my first time writing for genshin!!! im a bit nervous, but since i noticed childe has only one earring i couldn't stop thinking about it. this is a bit inspired by the relationship between lacie baskerville and jack vessalius from pandora hearts, eheheh. anyways, i hope you guys will enjoys!! reblogs and comments are so so appreciated &lt;3

part two.

being in liyue harbor always brings fond memories to your heart. 

it was a place where your father used to have great business deals and, whenever he needed to make a visit to see if things were under control, you and your brother — some time later, brothers — were always at his feet, begging and asking if he could take you two to such an adventure. 

dawn winery was beautiful and it was your home, the place where generations of your family grew up and learned how to handle their visions, but liyue harbor had something else — it was more alive, more crowded, more colorful. you were always whisked away by the lanterns and the waterfalls, even though your father, and later your older brothers, kept an iron grip on your hand. 

but one day diluc was too occupied looking at a blacksmith making a sword and you used such an opportunity of freedom — it was funny, wasn’t it? that you hailed from the city of freedom yet had your father and brother kept you locked up — to explore the harbor. you ran around, mouth slightly agape in awe due to the city lights and the fishes dancing on the artificial lakes around the stairs. you were living your best life, and you knew that. some old lady treated you to some tea and a piece of your favorite cake, and only when you left her company and walked a bit more around did you notice you were lost. 

being lost that day made you meet a ginger haired boy with eyes filled with mirth, and a smile that would never leave your thoughts even after years since the last time you saw him. 

“y/n? is everything alright?” you heard paimon’s voice, her small hands waving in front of you. a giggle left your lips seeing her expression, and even lumine gave you a small smile. 

you were still in awe in how quickly diluc agreed with you accompanying the traveler on her journey to liyue — he hasn’t said anything about inazuma, so you were still hopeful he’d agree with you visiting the eternal city too — as, since your father’s death and everything that happened with kaeya, he had been even more protective than normal. but he seemed to trust lumine enough to handle her the task of protecting you, and you couldn’t be happier. it had been ages since the last time you went to harbor, but it seemed that nothing had changed much. 

yet, you couldn’t help but have the hope of seeing that boy — ajax was his name, that he told you when he first made you laugh — once more. you wondered if he still had the earring you gave him, since it would be the only way you would be able to recognize him for sure. you had changed a lot since you were a child, and you were sure he had changed too. but you never took the earring off, always hopeful that someday he would appear in the winery searching for you. 

“yes, thank you for the concern, paimon.” you smiled at her, stretching your hands above your head. “i just have fond memories about this place, that’s all.” you explained, feet already walking a little faster to finally be at liyue harbor once more. 

“is that so? that’s why you were so eager to come with us when we said our journey would take us here?” you hummed a quiet confirmation to her questions, eyes scanning the crowd. you never went to liyue when the rite of descension was happening, only hearing stories about it from the merchants and from your own father — lord barbatos wasn’t like rex lapis, and sometimes you envided liyue for having such a close relationship with its deity. having an anemo vision always made you want to meet the god who granted you such a blessing, but nobody has seen the anemo archon since mondstadt founding days. “oh, paimon thought so!” the small girl nodded at you, starting to fluctuate before you and lumine. 

maybe she was anxious to reach the city, too. 

—

“but papa!” a child’s voice could be heard by those who passed near the unfamiliar group of people, all of them dressed in black and white, surely not from the harbor — the man and the boy’s bright red hair was enough clue that they were from the family who kept their taverns full of wine and other drinks, but also someone they weren’t supposed to mess with. 

crepus ragnvindr had a reputation beyond him, but the way he was crouched to listen to his daughter’s complaints, made it shrink a bit. “papa, i do not want to be with diluc.” you tried to plead with him, small hands grasping his white shirt. “‘luc is a meanie, papa! he was yanking my braids a few minutes ago!” crepus sighed, and you turned your head back to show your tongue to your older brother. 

he just showed his in return, red-hair long enough to cover his face and the smirk behind it. 

“y/n, my dandelion.” your father called you and you returned your attention back to him, his red eyes kind but shining with authority. “i will be having some meetings with important people, in a few minutes. you will be bored and i am sure of it.” he explained, heart breaking at how crestfallen you looked. “i am sure being with diluc will be more of an enjoyment for you. you both can explore the city, and i’ll make your brother promise he will do something that you want, alright?” his big and warm hands cupped your cheek, trying to wipe the few tears that spilled from your eyes. 

ever since your mother died, you noticed your father started to be more touchy and considerate of you and brother. once, he used to stay locked up in his office, from breakfast to dinner, and your mother was the one who made sure you and diluc were enjoying your childhood. but now he was the only one who could make it. 

“you promise you’ll buy me a new dress and some inazuman dango, papa?” you pleaded. 

he kissed your forehead. “of course. now, go. papa has his meetings.” he let go of your face and you snuggled at your brother’s side, small hand intertwined with his. diluc was only two years older than you, but his height made him seem older and more mature. 

“you’re such a brat.” he whispered, long legs already taking him to a working blacksmith he was eyeing when you were bickering with father. 

you pouted, but failed to see the fond smile on your brother’s face. since mother’s death, he had changed, and you couldn’t blame him. mother was always with you two, and her absence made you both lonely — you two were the only children in the winery, and you couldn’t leave it as freely as you would like, having tutors and duties the other children nearby didn’t have. the ragnvindr clan was one that still held some status as nobility, and your father wanted you and diluc to be educated as such. 

you rolled your eyes as soon as you noticed that diluc would never honor his deal of the promise, frustrated tears already making your vision glossy. your brother had always been mean, but he seemed to be worse now — even letting go of your hand to ask the blacksmith about what kind of ore he was using. that was your opportunity for freedom and, just like lord barbatos did, you started to distance yourself from diluc, until he was nothing but a small red dot on your vision, and you started to run free through the streets of liyue harbor. 

you ran through alleys, fed some fishes and talked with some elderly people, all of them excited to give you local delicacies. but the kindest of them all was an old lady with an odd teapot, who offered you a piece of cake and tea. you weren’t the most found of the hot beverage, but that woman had such a calming aura — she managed to coax from you why you seemed so upset, and you even sobbed between her arms about how mean your big brother was being. but nighttime was arriving and you needed to go back to diluc, waving goodbye to her with an easy smile on your face.

but as soon as you saw yourself alone again, you noticed you were lost. liyue was huge, even more huge than mondstadt — you knew how to navigate in your birth town as easily as a bird would do in the sky, but nighttime in liyue was scary. the lights weren’t too bright and you could see shadows everywhere you look. 

before you could start crying for your father, a calm voice took you from your spiraling thoughts. 

“are you lost, stranger little lady?” it was a boy, probably your age, just a few centimeters taller than you, with big blue eyes that had a bit of mirth dancing on them and a nervous smile on his face, ginger locks that beautifully adorned his head and freckles that looked like stars on his cheekbones. he was dressed in an unfamiliar fashion for you, too different from what you were used to seeing both in mondstadt and liyue. you felt like in the books your mother used to read for you, meeting your knight in shiny armor. 

you sniffled, cheeks hot from embarrassment. “yes.” you admitted, eyes looking everywhere but him. you heard him giggle and your cheeks seemed to be even hotter than before. you crossed your arms over your chest, pouting. “this is not funny! i am from mondstadt, i do not know how to navigate here.” you started to walk away, but soon you heard footsteps behind you. “if you are not going to help me, i don’t want you near me!”

the boy chuckled again. “it’s fine. i’m not from here too.” he explained, and the fact that he wasn’t from liyue caught your attention. he seemed to notice that, his cheeks now with a rosy color on them. “i’m from snezhnaya.” you just nodded, and it seemed that he was waiting more from you — but you only knew that snezhnaya was cold.

“do you know where we are going?” you asked innocently, and he just shrugged, but you could see that his eyes were hesitant and showed even a bit of fear despite the mirth on them. 

“no. my father and older brothers just told me to stay there and wait for them.” he explained and you stopped in your tracks. 

“i ran away from my brother.” you admitted, now making the way back to where you were previously. “i can’t make your family worry about you.” you couldn’t see his reaction because he was walking behind you once more, but you felt ashamed. shouldn’t you be a good girl and stay with diluc even if he was mean and boring? that boy seemed to be more obedient than you were. 

but, for some reason, he held your hand, making you stop. “i want to be a hero. i don’t mind exploring things with you around here and helping you find your family.” 

the intensity of his blue eyes made your little heart race. you could only nod. 

“how they are? physically?” he asked, and you noticed that he didn’t let go of your hand. 

you scooted closer to him. “my papa is big and strong! both him and my brother have big and curly red hair, and their names are crepus and diluc.” you explained, voice an octave louder because of your excitement talking about your family. “papa is the owner of dawn winery back in mondstadt, and he’s here to sell dandelion wine, our specialty!” you giggled, turning around to face him, hands still connected. “the last time i saw my brother was at a blacksmith.” 

the boy nodded and started to walk in another direction, saying he knew some blacksmiths he could take you to so you could see if it was the one. 

during the walk, you both warmed to each other. he told you his name, ajax, after making you more at ease with his presence after he made you laugh over some jokes, and you told him yours in return, giggling when he said his father named him after a hero and that his hobby was to fish. you told him about your life in the winery and about your mother, and he told you about his siblings, especially tonia and baby teucer. in the end, the blacksmith wasn’t the one diluc was talking with, but you felt safe being with ajax. 

safe enough that you stopped in the middle of your track and took one of your earrings. they once belonged to your mother, a gift from your father when the two of them were still in courting days, and she handled them for you on her deathbed. your father deemed you too young to wear such earrings, red as the color of his and diluc’s hair, but your mother just laughed at him. “open your hand and close your eyes!” you said to ajax, a big smile on your face. he did as you told you with a puzzled look on his features, and as soon as his blue eyes were closed, you gently put the earring on his palms. 

when he saw your earring on his hands, noticing you took it from your ear, his look became even more puzzled. “... why?”

“because you are my friend! i want you to wear it so we can match, alright?” you explained, giggling when he promptly put it on his left ear — the one opposed from your piece of earring rested. “they once belonged to my mother, so take great care of them!” 

but before ajax could say anything, your heard your father’s voice. “y/n, my dandelion!” you turned around, a big smile on your face, running to meet your father’s awaiting arms. you jumped on them and he held you against his chest, his hands bringing you even closer to him. you could also feel diluc’s smaller hands on your back, and you smiled. “where were you, for barbatos’ sake?” your father asked when he placed you on the ground again, but as soon as your feet touched the ground, diluc’s arms were around you. 

“i ran away from diluc.” you admitted, embarrassed, and diluc’s arms tightened around you. 

“that diluc told me.” your father added, a stern look on his face. 

you averted your eyes from him, looking at the ground. “i started to roam around the city until ajax found me! we stayed together until you spotted me, papa.” at the mention of your new friend, you looked at your father’s face again, a big smile on your face. 

“ajax? the boy you were with?” you nodded excitedly at your father’s question. 

but when you looked back to introduce him to your family, ajax was long gone. 

—

“here we are!” you heard paimon’s excited voice, taking you from your memories, her little legs and arms doing the little dance she always did when she was excited. you briefly smiled at her, before your eyes were scanning the sight in front of you — liyue harbor was exactly the same from your childhood memories and, albeit involuntarily, you started to look for ginger hair and blue eyes. ajax was someone that would stand out, but your brief scan for him proved to be fruitless. 

when your attention returned to your traveling companions, they were already chatting about the rite of descension. you hoped lumine would be able to have some answers about her brother’s fate or where he was currently — you couldn’t phantom a world where you woke up without diluc at your side, and you understand her motivations. 

“okay, so paimon and the traveler are going to ask about the rite of descension for locals, and y/n looks for a place for us to stay!” paimon clapped, proud of the outcome of hers and lumine’s discussion. it was something that you had already discussed with both of them prior to reaching the harbor, as you faintly remembered the inn you used to stay with your father and diluc when your father’s negotiations would take more than a day to be resolved. it was a relatively cheap place, yet still comfortable and with good food. 

you bid farewell to your companions, with the promise of finding them at the same place in about five hours, the sunset being your indicator. none of you knew how much time the rite would take, and if lumine would be blessed with some words from rex lapis, but you thought five hours were more than fine.

your feet knew the steps to the inn like you knew the steps for angel’s share, as you no longer were the lost and scared girl of when you first met him, even though such steps were deviated when you passed through some shops or relatively known people. 

when kaeya first knew about the little incident you were caught in, in the first time he came to liyue since your father took him in, he made sure that you started to knew your way around the harbor — as the oldest of the, now three, ragnvindr siblings, he didn’t quite share the same vision your father and diluc had about you; you weren’t just a little and helpless doll, that needed them for everything. you were quite brave and adventurous and, as your new oldest brother, kaeya encouraged those behaviors. that’s why you knew your way around liyue, even though your memory was a bit rusty. 

but you managed to reach the inn, in one piece nonetheless. kaeya would be proud. 

the owner remembered you from your childhood days, even offering his condolences due to your father's passing — it had been four years ago, but you would never be able to move on properly. that day you hadn't just lost your father, but also a brother, and also gained the biggest blessing celestia gave to teyvat's people. 

the anemo vision was a reminder of everything you lost that day, yet, it was the marking of a new chapter of your life. 

after booking rooms in the inn and placing yours and lumine's things in a safe place, you took the opportunity to explore the city. it has been five years since your last visit to liyue, and the streets had already changed — however, you still could hear the incessant bickering between diluc and kaeya, and the giggles from your mouth that followed their words. you would do anything to have them like that again, but you also couldn't blame them for their own feelings. everything was now so complicated. 

yet, liyue still amazed you. the changes were for the best, and not even the rumors of an archon's death could be able to take you from your state of happiness — even though it worried you, deep down. those from mondstadt were used to living without the guidance of their god, after all. liyue would learn, too. 

too lost in your thoughts, you almost lost the sun's farewell — your companions would be waiting for you. the path you took to the meeting place was familiar to you, and if you squinted enough, you could see you and ajax running through such steps, both of your laughs loud enough to awaken sleeping deities. you had tried to look for someone with characteristics alike to him, not losing hope of seeing him again. but he was probably back at his homeland, taking care of his family, not even thinking about you like you did with him. 

you chose to believe he was happy, because, if otherwise, your heart would be shattered. 

arriving at the meeting place, you frowned. both paimon and lumine weren't there to be found, and just a man was there — a man that, with every step you took and saw more and more of him, made your heart race and your hands shake.

ginger hair. blue eyes shining with mirth, and freckles adorning his cheeks like the stars in the sky. a lazy smile, that still had a bit of the hesitation you remembered fondly while you grew up. and most importantly — the matching pair of the earring that rested on your right ear, hanging from his left one. 

were your eyes deceiving you? were you hallucinating? how the odds were that you would find him there, instead of your friends? were the archons blessing you after all the pain and suffering you went through since your father's death? 

ajax said nothing, just a smile on his face and open arms waiting for you to nestle between. and you did exactly that, running to meet them — he promptly wrapped them around your form, a safe cage of warmth. ajax was taller and sturdier, but his hands still felt the same. you closed your eyes, trying to ease the errant beating of your heart. he was finally here between your arms, after so many years of wondering why he ran away from you and your family and how he was faring. you didn’t need to worry anymore, didn’t need to search for him through a crowd of strangers.

your heart could be put at ease.

“i found you.” he whispered, hands now holding your face, forehead to forehead. you giggled, a loving smile on your face, one that made his own lips mirror yours and a faint blush cover his cheekbones. his eyes were exactly as you remembered them to be, though now they seemed… emptier. without the innocence that a child would have, and you swore you would make pay whoever made such a thing disappear of him. “y/n. my y/n, i found you.” he whispered, his warm breath tickling your face. 

“you did, ajax. and i found you, my knight in shining armor.” 

he chuckled. “you can’t possibly think of myself like that after all those years.” he replied, his gloved hand caressing your face, as if he didn’t believe you were still real. 

because ajax didn’t. he didn’t know even if he already fulfilled the promise he made to himself when he watched your family gush around you, when he was still the son of a fisherman, and not the eleventh harbinger. but, maybe the tsaritsa found him worthy already, and wanted to grace him with such a blessing — or even barbatos, the archon that looked over you and your city. he didn’t know and he didn’t care, not when it seemed that you were made perfectly to fit between his arms. 

“why not?” you asked, curiously, hands grabbing his red shirt. “you looked like one, appearing from nowhere to save me.” the way the red on his cheeks intensified made your giggles even hard, and you didn’t care if strangers were watching such a loving reunion unfolding between them — none of them knew who you were, after all. 

ajax sighed. “i can’t fight with you, can i? not even many minutes have passed after we’re reunited and you already have me wrapped around your fingers.” 

it was your time to blush.

you hid your face on his chest, smiling when you felt his chest rumble with his laughter. it was a sound that you tried to remember every day, to not forget about it — because, as soon as you looked at his eyes, you were struck with the realization that you had forgotten the exact shade of blue of them. but now you would never forget it again, because they were the most beautiful shade of the color you ever saw.

“despite the happiness i feel for seeing you again.” you started after some minutes of silence, just enjoying each other's presence, head still resting on his chest. “where’s lumine and paimon?” 

“the blonde traveler and her flying companion?” he asked, cradling your face between his hands once more, and you nodded. 

then, ajax explained what happened to you. how rex lapis had been killed and lumine was now one of the main suspects, how he helped her and paimon escape liyue's militia, the millelith, and the steps he advised her taking, which she was going to do so — talk with each one of the adepti and make them believe she wasn't the killer. before parting, lumine asked for him to meet you on their place and explain the situation, though he would never believe her friend would be you. 

“and one more thing, y/n.” you heard his voice when you two were already walking back towards the inn, hand in hand.

“yes?” 

“people around here know me as childe.” you gave him a puzzled look, and he felt his heart to be poisoned for having to lie to you. childe didn’t want to, of course, because he wanted to trust you — but he couldn’t be sure of it yet. “just an alias. it's not good to give strangers your real name, you know?” he needed to know first if you would accept the truth well and not hate him for staining his hands with blood for his country. 

“very well. nice to meet you, childe.” 

— 

you came to learn that ajax was someone very stubborn. 

at first, he didn’t want to let you sleep in the inn. he had a place big enough for you two to be, and being with him would make it easier for him to protect you — and, of course, spend more time with you. but you didn’t want the inn’s owner's efforts to be in vain, as you just had booked the room for one night, thinking things with the god of contracts would be easier than with the god of freedom. 

you were utterly wrong and, after some sweet words to convince him and the promise of staying with him until lumine and paimon came back, he gave in and accepted your decision. 

“good night, childe.” you whispered after your lips graced his warm cheek with a shy, albeit tender kiss, your face mirroring the red his own was displaying. “dream of me, alright?” you teased, getting away from his warm embrace — already missing his arms around your form and his smell clouding your senses.

he chuckled, taking your hand on his gloved one and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “i’ve dreamed of you every day since we met, my beloved.” with such words he left and started to walk away, and you stayed at the inn’s entrance until he was just a small black point in your vision, your heart beating loudly inside your rib cage and your cheeks as warm as if you had stayed in the sun for too long. 

the next day, you kept your promise. 

you two had agreed to meet for dinner in the liuli pavilion, one of his favorite restaurants in the city. you spent the day anticipating such a moment, while still trying to explore the city and help the traveler and paimon gathering information from locals. you hoped their journey was being kind to them, and that the adepti were far more understanding than the people in the city. unfortunately, you didn’t pack many fancy clothes — apparently, liuli pavilion was quite the fancy place, something you weren’t used to going to. 

the fanciest place in mondstadt was angel’s share, your brother’s tavern. 

but you at least knew some etiquette, from all the classes your father made you take, and you were now glad for it. even though you didn’t know how to use chopsticks, and apparently ajax wasn’t the most skilled in such activity, you had the dignity to pretend nothing was happening. 

but at the end, both you and ajax fell into a burst of giggles. “these things weren’t made by the archons, i’m sure of it.” you commented after the laughter died down, cheeks red from the looks of other patrons, but a warm and fuzzy feeling inside your chest quickly overtook the embarrassment — seeing ajax like that was the cause of it, of course. 

“someday you’ll learn the art of eating with them, y/n, i’m sure.” he replied, a smile on his face. you raised your eyebrows at him, as if asking why he was so sure of it, while trying to bring another delicacy to your mouth. “you are the most intelligent girl i ever met, do you know that? that’s why i know the chopsticks won’t be a challenge for you.”

“you are flattering me.” you averted your gaze from his eyes, feeling quite shy upon his words. “i’m sure you know far more intelligent people than i.” if he worked with what you thought — after all, you were in liyue harbor, and merchants were all over the place — he probably met people from around the world. you couldn’t be the most intelligent of them. 

he chuckled, that sweet and melodic laugh that always made your heart race whenever you heard it, his gloved hand holding your jaw. “how can they be intelligent if they’re not as beautiful or as kind as you?” 

“aj— childe!” 

you two fell in another burst of giggles, and so dinner time went. you noticed that he avoided speaking of personal matters, such as his family and life, and you respected that. liyue wasn’t like mondstadt, after all — there, you knew you could speak whatever you wanted at any time, that no one would use such information for their own benefit. but liyue was the land of contracts, and what was a better way than to make a contract if not using personal information against someone?

he helped you retrieve your things from the inn, carrying them as if he was the most gentlemanly man in the world, smiling and laughing at you the whole way back to his place — ajax could feel how tense you were, but the preferred to have you close to him, at arm's length, where he could protect and dote on you like you deserved, instead of having you at some old inn, not suitable enough for you. 

and, of course, if signora would know about your existence, and especially your surname, childe preferred you under his wing. 

“i hope i’m not overstepping any boundaries.” he stated, voice more solemn than you ever heard, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a bit at how considerate he was being. 

“no, not at all.” you explained, a small smile adorning your face. “it’s just… strange, being at a man’s house that isn’t from my family.” in the years that diluc spent searching the fatui and trying to find clues about your father’s death, you had lived with kayea in mondstadt, far away from dawn’s winery — only returning to your childhood home when diluc asked you to, perhaps because of the heavy memories the mansion had. you didn’t mind sharing this heavy burden with your brother, happy that at least one of them you could take from his shoulders. 

childe nodded. “i want you to know that… that i won’t do anything you don’t want to.” 

you knew what he was implying, and you were happy to hear such words. you heard stories of women in the tavern before, and they were grotesque. 

“it’s alright, childe, i trust you.” you replied, leaning on his side. 

ajax’s heart broke a little hearing that. you shouldn’t trust him, no. but he was selfish and a hypocrite, and even if you asked the truth, only lies would leave his lips — and he dreaded the day the castle of lies he built around himself would fall. but you could be different from your brother, couldn’t you? maybe diluc hadn’t told you anything about his investigations on the fatui. 

but ajax came to learn that the same hatred that ran in your brother’s blood, ran in yours, too. 

you, inside his house, was a sight to see. it was as if you had always belonged there, as if you were destined to live with him — even if just for a few days. childe could pretend the daydreams he had when fatui’s meetings were too boring were now a reality, that you and him were a couple, exactly like his mother and father, like your mother and father, that the domestic setting and intimacy was something he would have forever.

but, sitting with you in front of the fireplace, your face resting on his chest while your body was nestled in his arms, just a white nightgown preventing his wandering hands from touching your warm skin, his worst fears became a reality. 

“why you run away that day, ajax?” you asked after some moments of silence, just basking in his warmth. it was a question that plagued your mind every day, because you tried to search for him in the remaining days you stayed in the city with your family back then — but you never saw them again, and the ghost of such an answer haunted you for more than ten years. 

you felt his fingers on your temple, them at the bridge of your nose, as if he was trying to memorize you. but this time, however, you wouldn’t let him go that easily. 

you could not. 

“i… i was scared.” he admitted, and you furrowed your eyebrows. though a lot of questions wanted to drop from your lips like a waterfall, you remained silent. “when you first told me your brother’s and father’s name, i wasn’t able to match name and face.” and reputation, too. “and when i saw you running towards the arms of dawn winery’s owner, i… i just couldn’t be there. i was, i still am, just the son of a fisherman. how could i be worthy of mondstadt’s royalty?” 

“i’m not royalty.” you whined at his chest, and childe chuckled. 

“child me thought otherwise. i still do.” he kissed your forehead and you felt like melting, making both of you become just one person. it was overwhelming how much adoration, borderline love, you could feel for someone in just a few days — ajax was merely a stranger, but a stranger that you could recognize by warmth, by the way he breathed fresh air. you could recognize him by touch alone, and you were sure that you would recognize him at the end of the days, too. maybe he wasn’t a stranger anymore. 

“so, now you think you’re worthy of me?” because you were sure he was. 

he shook his head, his voice with a sadness that you never heard before in anyone else. “how could i? i’ll never be worthy of you, my beloved.” he chuckled at the sound of indignation that left your lips. “i promised myself as a child that the first time i saw you again, i would be. maybe the gods think i already am, who knows.”

you nodded, another question — albeit this time one that didn’t haunt you for too long — falling from your lips. “then, what is your job?” 

“i work at the northland bank.” ajax answered more quickly than you thought, and dread was installed in your stomach. could that be…? as if sensing the way you tensed on his lap, he continued. “i’m one of the few civilians that work there.” you almost sighed in relief, once again melting on his warmth. you didn’t know what you would do if ajax was a fatui — it would be the biggest heartbreak of your life.

“it’s alright.” you tried to comfort him, for maybe doubting his principles. another comfortable silence fell between you two, before you gathered enough courage to explain yourself for him. “the fatui, they… they were behind my father's death.” tartaglia knew that very well, looking horrified at dottore’s paper which had your father’s name on it. “i don’t know the extent of his affiliation with them, but… i hate every single one of the harbingers for the misery they brought to mine and my brothers’ lives.” you finished with a tremble of your body, unshed tears glossing your vision. 

ajax hugged you even tighter on his chest, and his warmth was enough to take the thoughts your father’s death always brought to your mind away from it. he started to talk about his family instead, trying to lighten the mood once again with teucer’s pranks and tonia’s harsh words at him whenever he returned home. in return, you told him everything about diluc and kaeya, specially their estranged relationship — in the beginning, it was something that broke your heart, but now it was almost funny how they pretend they didn’t care for each other. he laughed alongside you, and you didn’t imagine the terrors ajax’s heart was being consumed by. 

sleep time made itself known by the yawns both of you were being affected by, and, reluctantly, you got up from his lap, making your way to the couch behind you both. 

“nu-uh.” you heard ajax’s voice behind you, his arms sneaking around your waist and bringing you close to his chest. “you’re going to sleep on my bed. i can’t let mondstadt’s royalty sleep on my couch, can i?” he teased, maneuvering you to the direction of his mistress. 

you yelped at the feeling of being carried so easily. “and you will sleep where, ajax?” 

“on the couch, obviously.” he answered your question, lying your body on his fluffy mattress. you noticed how close your faces were, heart beating loudly inside your chest – you were sure he could hear it, feel it, by the way his lips rose up in a smirk. his fingertips started to travel on your face once more, as if you were a poem he was trying to memorize, while your eyes kept glued to his, watching as the hues of blue danced on them. 

his eyes had always been beautiful, from what you remember — back when you first met, they were round and big, more hesitant than mirth shining on them, but now it was the complete opposite. you didn’t see any trace of his childhood emotions on them, and now the mirth took complete control of them. but more than that, now it also reflected love — love for you — but also a sadness that you couldn’t understand why was there. you would do anything to punish however made him feel this way, even if it was yourself. 

ajax stopped his ministrations when his thumb reached your lips. “do you want me to kiss you, my beloved?” 

you could only nod, not trusting in the strength of your voice to say what you wanted. 

a chuckle left his lips when you closed your eyes, giving him permission to do whatever he wanted with you. you first felt his lips on your forehead, then between your eyebrows, then at each cheek — he took his time to worship your face, making sure every single one of your features knew how much he cherished him. you pouted, wanting to feel his lips against you own. “impatient, are we?” he teased, his lips ghosting over your own.

“how can i not be?” 

it was what it took for him to give in to his desire and claim you as his. 

ajax kissed you as if you were made of glass. one hand cradling your cheek, while another one bore his hold on your hip as if he was burning you, but not in a painful way — far from it, actually. your hands were gripping his pajama’s shirt, bringing him impossibly closer to you. but a switch turned inside him after a faint moan left your lips, and his soft mannerisms gave place to a more feral side of his, his tongue now exploring your wet cave, and his grip on your flesh stronger than before. 

he finished the kiss with a tender peck on your lips, and you hid your face on his hair, while he rested his on your neck, a smile gracing your now swollen lips. 

“i should go to sleep.” he murmured against your skin, after sucking a mark on your skin. “but i don’t want to leave you.” you giggled at his childish tone, hands caressing his hair. he probably dealt with a lot of stressful situations at his job, and you would be happy to be there to help him — even after lumine and paimon are back. it wouldn’t hurt if you stayed in liyue a little more than expected, right? you could even be useful for the family’s businesses, being the winery’s representative in the harbor. 

“then don’t leave.” you whispered, even though he was already leaving your embrace. 

he chuckled, his boyish laugh filling the room with warmth. “la signora will kill me, my beloved. do you want me to get killed then, hmm?” 

even the mention of one of the fatui’s harbingers wasn’t enough to make your mood sour. it only made you worry more about him, but if he managed to survive already, he’d continue doing that. “of course not, ajax. you need to come back to me tomorrow, alright?” 

childe kissed your forehead, tucking you under his covers. “of course. sleep well.” it was hard to not give in again on his desires and just forget everything and sleep with you on his bed, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself if he did — and archons forbid him from making you uncomfortable with his presence. 

“dream of me, will you?” 

ajax wished he had, but he wasn’t able to close his eyes and have a peaceful sleep. he kept observing you, watching the soft breaths leaving your mouth, how cutely you hugged your pillow. he felt horrible, like he could throw up all his guts, whenever he thought about your reaction when knowing he was, in truth, the eleventh harbinger. it wasn’t fair, was it? that the girl he loved for his entire life hated what he was — although you had your reasons, reasons that resonated with him, because he would hate whatever organization that was the culprit of his father’s death — and would leave him as soon as she discovered his true identity.

the archons were playing a game, weren’t they? maybe the tsaritsa wanted to punish him, somehow, but he couldn’t understand why. he should leave you without a word again — maybe it would hurt less than knowing his true identity. 

but how could he? how could he leave you after years of a meaningless pinning that finally was having fruits? how could he leave you now, that he woke up with you between his arms on his small couch, even though you were supposed to be sleeping on his bed? 

ajax was cursed, with the worst curse to ever exist on this world — love.

end of part one.

[linnoya-writes]

Zutara Childhood-Friends-to-Lovers Alter-Egos Forbidden-Romance AU (part I)

Their first kiss comes at the absolute worst time, with Katara and Zuko exchanging fruit under his late mother’s favorite tree in the palace gardens.  It comes with a disagreement between Fire Lord Iroh and Chieftain Hakoda of the WaterTribes.

A Southern tribesman and two of the palace guards are the ones who walk in on the teenagers’ awkward little kiss. 

The Southern tribesman coughs for attention; Zuko flinches and Katara jerks her head away.  Her cheeks are so flushed, Katara barely recognizes her father’s guard. Whatever he’s there for, it’s not good. 

“Lady Katara, I’ve been ordered to escort you back to the ship. We leave port tonight.”

Immediately, her world caves in. “W—What?”

“What’s going on?” Zuko can’t help but interject in that voice that is both regal and concerned.  As they stand up, Katara feels her frame staying close to his.

“I’m afraid I cannot disclose anything else, your highness,” the kinsman bows his head to Zuko respectfully, and the palace guards approach almost instinctively. “My orders are only to take our princess home.” 

The way he’s suddenly referring to her so possessively, and distantly, it makes her brows furrow.

“Kievel—“ it takes her a century to remember this man’s name, “There has to be some mistake.  Sokka and I still have a few more weeks here!”

“Let me talk to my uncle," Zuko rasps to her, "they should still be at the council meeting.” 

“Your highness, council has already adjourned," Kievel chimes in. "His lordship expects you and her highness Azula to meet him at the royal hall before any more news goes public.” 

Katara can see Zuko’s eyes widening into a confused, unexpected gold. This is bad, she thought, and yet her fingers instinctively searching for Zuko’s knuckles.

Staring at the guards, Katara and Zuko find their fingers entwining in the obscure folds of their robes. She can feel Zuko’s hand still holding some kind of fruit, the little shivers in his finger debating whether to let it drop to the ground, if it meant he could hold her hand just for that little moment. 

“Princess…” Kievel brought them back to the present. “…it’s time to go.”

They glance at each other, looking like they’d lived a glacial sixteen and fourteen years for a moment like this to happen… and yet here it was… so easily being taken away.  It wasn’t fair. 

The glistening of his eyes said exactly that, but the flaming gold said something else: I don't regret it. 

And Katara met him with her glimmering blue eyes.

Me neither.

As she stepped forward and their secret hands parted, Zuko instinctively let her grab hold of the fruit he’d kept curled in his hand. The last thing Katara saw was his serious face, sandwiched between his two guards.  He seemed so stern, regal and untouchable, but his eyes spoke of hope. 

Katara could only imagine that she would see him again, that whatever this premature separation was about would someday eventually fade.  She waited until making it to the dock to finally pull out the fruit from her robes.  It was a plum-- ripe and ready for eating-- the size of tiny goose-otter egg.

She smiled, keeping it in her robe pockets as a parting gift to take for her long journey back home… feeling like a part of her had still remained under the shade of that tree with her best friend.  It wasn’t until she saw Sokka at the dock that she learned the gravity of this separation; their countries were in a feud regarding the discovery of a remote island off the Fire Nation's archipelago, the Water Tribe proclaiming it an ancient burial site of their ancestors and arguing how this island should be deemed theirs. This feud has halted their their trade agreement, and they are willing to readdress it after a ten-year separation.

“TEN YEARS!?”

She as princess of the WaterTribe was forbidden to touch ground in the Fire Nation for ten years, and the idea of not seeing Zuko for that length of time…

“No— that can’t happen.” 

“Katara, it’s done.  It’s the law.” 

“Well, the law stinks!” 

Before she can even think of making her way back to the palace gate, the Watertribe guards hold her back with a Water-bending wall.  And in the distance, she could see a faint figure trying to wrestle his way past his own guards at the beacon point.

The way he'd been so athletic and agile as The Blue Spirit back when they were kids, Katara didn't have to guess who it was. 

His voice bellowed. “I said,' Let me through!'  You can’t do this— I- I HAVE to talk to her!” 

“Zuko!?”

She didn’t care if she referred to him so informally, or that her voice echoed through the entire capital, or that Sokka was grabbing her wrist and edging her back towards their ship. 

She could see his face softening as he saw her.

“Katara— I— I’m so sorry.” 

“No— it’s not your fault. This isn’t over, okay? I love you.” 

There was an abysmal wave gasps at the dock, and Katara didn’t care- she was only speaking to one person, anyway. Zuko was also taken aback, amazed as much as the others surrounding them by the sheer boldness his best friend had chosen to demonstrate.

His heart pounded in his chest, feeling that same boldness take root inside of him more and more.

Zuko breathed, and spoke out, “I love you too.”

And with those words, Katara could almost feel his warmth next to her, hands grazing… lips touching…

No, it wasn’t over. 

“I’ll see you,” he shouted, his hands gripping the rails of the beacon. 

“See you," came her reply. 

It’s what they’d always said to each other as young playmates in the palace, always on the day that Katara would have to to leave Zuko's side at the end of summer… but it felt different this time, because the tides had turned so monumentally. 

They could feel themselves becoming something else. 

When she finally boarded the ship, Katara could hear Sokka muttering that she was an idiot to say something like that out loud. 

Katara wasn’t listening. Instead, she was looking down at her hand, at her little plum. And as the ship set sail, she started to take little bites of the fruit... savoring the sweetness of it… thinking about the seed, and wondering if it was possible to raise a plum tree in the arctic tundras of the south. 

[bp-zb1fics]

hello !! i just binge watched the bridgerton and i was wondering if you could write something with lee jeonghyeon ! like the reader (it would be a girl but you can change it as nonbinary if you prefer) is secretly dating jeonghyeon, they have a dance/bal and someone is flirting with the reader, you can add whatever you want for the following part like smut or fluff or wtv haha !! btw could the reader be really kind and a bit blunt

Fill your heart with me

pairing: leejeong x fem reader ft. twin brother ricky

genre: regency/bridgerton era au, fluff, suggestive themes

tw/tags: regency etiquette, gossiping aunties, ricky is lowkey unbothered i guess, except when you call his full christian name, gyuvin is a gorgeous mess as usual, dancing, unwanted attention from some unnamed man, leejeong ex machina, banter, many "improper" kisses, leejeong simp lives on

wc: 1825

summary: your favoured suitor and soon-to-be fiance comes to the ball unexpectedly.

a/n ty anon for this! this is really so late but I really do love this req and i wanted to do it justice so I hope you enjoy~ also! there's a lot of like etiquette at play so this is the source i based it off if anyone's interested! also also xiǎo mèi means little sister (reader is the younger twin lol)

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“Miss Shen is indeed one of the jewels of the season”

“Certainly, she is of fair face and has many virtues.”

“I’ve been told that she is quite skilled in the art of languages, she plays the pianoforte quite well and her deportment is incomparable.”

“And the Shen family is quite wealthy, any gentleman would consider himself lucky to have her as his bride.”

You pointedly ignore the aunties whispering among themselves as you make your way across the floor. Your mother has taken ill this evening, leaving your brother to escort you around. It wasn’t too bad. If an overeager suitor was not to your liking, all Ricky had to do was stand tall and look down his nose at them. Unfortunately, that also went for the suitors that weren’t too bad as well.

“I didn’t like him, Xiǎo Mèi” He says to you as you both watch the poor man make his way back into the crowd, proverbial tail between his legs.

“Richard,” You hiss, drawing yourself to your full height which doesn’t really do anything since your brother is disgustingly vertically gifted. “You need to stop calling me that.”

“I’ll stop calling you that when you stop calling me Richard.”

“It’s what’s proper.”

“And I care because?”

“Ugh, you are infuriating.”

“And you have feathers in your hair.”

If you weren’t wearing one of your best gowns, low cut, splendidly embroidered white satin, trimmed with hideously expensive silver thread, you would have lunged at him already. Instead you settle for squeezing the arm you’re holding a little too hard, glad that your gloves would conceal how your knuckles strain. To your chagrin, you get nothing more than a slight wince.

Fortunately, someone else decides to barrel into him and if your brother was any less steady, he would have been knocked clean off his feet. Meanwhile, you’re fighting the urge to laugh hysterically. Kim Gyuvin may have half the ladies in the room falling over themselves for him but he possessed the grace of a newborn foal and the personality of a rambunctious puppy.

“Ricky-ah!” He greets your brother effusively before turning to you and playfully dipping his head into a pseudo-bow. “Miss Shen.”

“Mr. Kim.” You reply with your own little curtsey. 

There’s nothing more enjoyable than the look on your brother’s face right now. All the eligible ladies on your side of the room are giggling and whispering among themselves, definitely charmed by two of the season’s most eligible bachelors. You would be too, except one of them’s your brother and the other one is just as good as that in everything but name. None of them know about the time Kim Gyuvin threw a fit after your brother called his beloved lapdog something he probably shouldn’t have. You do. It sort of ruined any semblance of his image for you.

“As much as I know your brother makes delightful company,” Gyuvin begins. 

You stifle a giggle beneath your gloved hand. If the whole of polite society wasn’t watching, Ricky would’ve definitely punched him by now. You resist the urge to make an unladylike snort as Gyuvin extends his unnervingly large hand towards you. 

“May I have this dance, Miss Shen?”

“You may.”

You let Gyuvin lead you across the floor. For all of his awkward deportment, you know he has proven time and time again that he is an excellent dancer.

“Is there any lucky gentleman that you have your eye on tonight, Miss Shen?” He asks as you make smooth circles around the room.

“Not particularly, Mr. Kim.” You spin once, the light fabric of your skirt almost floating. “And you? Is there any lucky lady that has caught your attention?”

If Gyuvin had not been a childhood playmate and old friend, then perhaps you would not be so improper. But alas, you’ve known each other from the moment you could toddle. He graces you with a secretive smile.

“Perhaps, we shall see.”

The dance comes to an end a moment later and you give each other a courtesy bow. Gyuvin means to escort you back to your brother but some nosey mother pulls him away, likely to try and introduce her daughter to him. Thus, you are left alone, searching for your brother’s blond head. Unfortunately for you, it seems that your lonesome state has caught the attention of some gentlemen on the hunt.

“Miss Shen, what a pleasure.” A particularly bold one comes up to you. You greet him in kind, although you are well aware that his eyes have fixated themselves on your chest, ogling the low cut of your dress. Still, you must make conversation although you curse the rules of propriety in your head.

“My mother has taken ill this evening unfortunately.” You say trying your best to angle yourself away from his uncomfortable stare and excuse yourself. “So it is my brother who is escorting me this evening. I need to get back to him actually.” 

“Oh well he seems to have stepped out, might I keep you company in his stead?”

You’re about to outrightly tell him to leave you be when a familiar voice speaks up first.

“My apologies but I will be accompanying Miss Shen in the meantime.”

Both you and the man turn. You can’t help the smile that blooms on your face when you see your soon-to-be betrothed.

“Mr. Lee, I didn’t know you were joining us tonight.”

“I’m glad that Miss Shen is delighted to see me.” You move forward and take the arm he offers as he turns to the other man who has quite a sour look on his face. “Excuse me, good sir.”

Both of you watch as he leaves with a huff. The ladies and their mamas whisper but you pay them no mind. Soon they would all know anyway. 

Lee Jeonghyeon has been courting you since the season started. He was 2 years your senior, good friends with Ricky and from a family that your parents approved of. Everything had been very private up until now as both your families finally began to talk about a public engagement and an even more public wedding. It was to be expected with both of you coming from aristocracy.

“May you do me a favour of having your next dance, Miss Shen?” He asks you as the quartet hints at the beginning of a waltz.

“You always have my favour, Mr. Lee.” 

You’re already facing him, one of his large hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you towards him, perhaps a bit closer than the dance called for but with enough space between you to keep it appropriate for the many discerning eyes on you. His other hand holds yours, almost hiding it completely in his grasp. And he looks nowhere but at your face and you would almost feel shy as if his eyes hadn’t traced over your features so many times before. Still, you can’t help but blush at how brazen he is in such a public space.

“In the upcoming events this season,” he murmurs quietly, almost intimate in such a crowded room. “I hope that you could give me the privilege of having your first dance.”

He can have all of them, you would have told him plainly but you need not scandalise the ladies even more. So instead, you say.

“Then that privilege is yours.” The way he looks at you definitely holds almost too much passion for others to look upon.

Later, when you’ve found your brother and Gyuvin again, sharing a drink by the refreshments table, he asks another favour that makes you go completely and unattractively red.

“I heard that the garden is lovely at night, would Miss Shen like to accompany me for a walk outside?”

It’s a bold request. And you’re glad he spoke quietly enough that only your brother and Gyuvin are within earshot. Nevermind that the latter very nearly chokes on his drink. It’s surprising that he’s this shocked considering both of them had the misfortune of walking in on you in the back parlour doing things that were at the height of impropriety (you were just kissing…rather passionately).

Still, you’re suddenly glad your mother is not here but perhaps that is exactly the reason why Jeonghyeon asked. Ricky exchanges glances with you before he speaks.

“If my sister desires it.”

You weigh out the consequences before producing a beatific smile.

“It’s a little stuffy in here, perhaps some air would do us all some good.”

So as the crowd falls into another dance, you slip out, your brother and Gyuvin trailing behind you as a semblance of a chaperone. The garden is indeed beautiful at night. Even better, the foliage is grown enough for both of you to slip behind it, creating a little corner of your own. Meanwhile, your supposed chaperones linger a respectable distance, conversing quietly and letting you have your privacy. Finally, Jeonghyeon’s hands slide to your waist, holding you as closer than earlier. You allow yourself a little impropriety, pouting at him, just a bit.

“You should have informed that you would be attending, Mr. Lee.”

“If it pleases my Lady, I shall give her prior notice on the next occasion.”

Boldly, you stand on your toes and give him the lightest peck, your lips barely brushing his. This time, he flushes, ducking his head like a bashful schoolboy.

“It would please me very much.” You beam up at him. He leans down and catches you in a longer kiss, leaving you breathless as you shove at him gently. “We shouldn’t be so hasty here with so many around.”

“Very well,” he says, looking at you so intimately as if you were the only star in the vast dark sky. “Grant me one last favour this evening then, Miss Shen.”

“And what is it that you desire, Mr. Lee?” His face is still so close to yours that you feel faint.

“My name,” he whispers. “If you could call me by my name this evening, just once, I would be most happy.”

You can’t help the way your breath catches in your throat. It feels almost illicit to utter something that you’ve only ever addressed him in writing, have murmured in the most quiet of moments. Here, in the garden, where your willingly oblivious chaperones chat among themselves, with the crowd but a doorway apart, with the stars hanging above you to witness. Still you grant him his favour.

“Jeonghyeon.”

It is but an almost silent breath. Yet the way his eyes slowly shut, as if relishing in the moment, makes it feel like so much more. And oh, your heart flutters as he looks at you again, breathes your name into the air between you because it is for you and you alone.

His hands grasp yours gently and everything fades into the background. It’s only him.

“My darling.”

And you let him kiss you again.

[aishangotome]

Alfons Sylvatica: Chapter 19

Chapter 18 His POV

♡———♡

Roger: Hahaha…It’s been a while since I’ve seen you so speechless.

As Alistair's footsteps descending the stairs faded away, Roger burst into laughter, unable to hold it in any longer.

Alfons: ...You may not realize it, but I'm often left speechless by everyone.

Roger: Hmm? So, in the end, Kate is just like everyone else, huh?

Roger: If you don't need her, I might seriously steal her away.

Slowly heading towards the stairs, Roger twisted his lips provocatively.

Roger: You don't mind if it's a toy you don't need anymore, right?

Alfons: .................

-

A little later, Roger came down to the basement.

Kate: I'm sorry about earlier... I got a little emotional.

Roger: What do you have to apologize for? I think being passionate and competitive is one of your good points.

Kate: ... Thank you.

Roger: If you get tired of him, tell me, and I'll hold you.

(Another one of those jokes that's hard to laugh off...)

Kate: Don't say such things. I'm actually quite...

---CHOICES---

Because I am persistent

Because I am single-minded

Because I don't give up easily

----------------

Kate: ...persistent. By the time I get tired of him, I might be a grandmother.

Roger: Hahaha! That's quite devoted. I like it, I want you even more now.

(Between Liam and Roger, I feel like I'm always being cheered up.)

(I need to focus.)

Kate: Well then, let's get started quickly. I'll help you prepare the materials!

Roger: Alright.

Roger, from his years of research, had come to the conclusion that among those who possessed the ability to create illusions and whose records remained after death, none of them were cursed.

They seemed to have been spellcasters or charlatans.

(There are no records of cursed individuals... Therefore,)

(We have no choice but to search for people who have experienced "unnatural memory loss" and see if any of them have recovered their memories.)

If we can find that from this vast amount of material in the basement... We can get closer to a way to escape our fate.

(I don't know how many hours or days it will take.)

(But, I just have to do it!)

And so, Roger and I began our investigation.

-

Harrison: These are investigation materials from 50 years ago, right? What, did you start a detective agency or something?

Kate: Harrison! No, I'm just doing some research... Harrison, what are you doing here?

Harrison: You can eat a sandwich even while working, right?

Kate: ...! It's already lunchtime...?

Roger: Ah, sorry. Just leave it there.

-

Ellis: ... Good evening.

Kate: Whoa!? Ellis, good evening... Wait, it's already night?

Ellis: Yes, didn't you notice? Roger, here's some brandy.

Roger: Thanks. It's time for the young lady to sleep, take her away.

Ellis: Yeah, I was planning to. Kate, hold on tight, I'll carry you.

Kate: Huh? Kyaaa!?

Ellis: Sorry, but you need to sleep properly at night, it's not good for you.

Roger: See you tomorrow, Kate.

Just like that, several days passed in the blink of an eye since we started our investigation––.

-

Kate: ... R-Roger, do you have any eye drops?

Roger: Ah, it's in that pipette over there.

The results of pouring over the documents weren't very promising.

My body is aching from accumulated eye strain and stiff shoulders.

Kate: I expected it, but... this isn't easy.

Roger: Well, that's how it is. Want to quit already?

Kate: ...No.

I shake my head and pull out the next document.

The ivy-like lines drawn on the paper connected family names and several individual names.

(Is this... a family tree?)

As I stare at it, Roger leans in from the side.

Roger: ...The first time I noticed the "unnatural blank space" was when I saw this family tree.

Roger: It's the Brown family tree, the third son's part is blank, right?

Roger: But the third son's wife and their children are listed.

His fingertip traces the lines and stops on the broken lineage.

Roger: There was clearly a third son.

Roger: Otherwise, the "wife" wouldn't be on the Brown family tree, and the children wouldn't have been born.

Roger: ...But the wife claims her husband doesn't exist, that the children are illegitimate, and the children say they don't know their father.

Roger: The members of the Brown family also don't remember how the woman, the third son's wife, became a part of the Brown family.

Roger: Even when I pressed them, saying there must have been a third son, a husband, they all just tilted their heads.

I trace the blank space with my finger.

It's so pristine, it's hard to believe that anything was ever written there in ink.

Kate: For ink that was once absorbed into the paper to disappear so completely...

Roger: It's a bit abnormal, isn't it? At first, I thought such a phenomenon was impossible. But... it's an undeniable fact.

(Family registers, family trees, some kind of roster... all text information disappears.)

(But, from what Roger told me before...)

Kate: What about things other than text?

Kate: Remember, you said there was a testimony about someone crying when they saw an empty room?

Kate: That means the room itself hasn't disappeared. So, wouldn't the tools and clothes that person used also remain?

Kate: Even if they forget who used them...

Kate: Are there any cases where someone saw something and miraculously remembered that they had someone important?

Roger looks down as if trying to remember.

Roger: ...As far as I've seen in the materials and from the interviews I've conducted, there haven't been any.

Roger: The testimony about "crying when seeing an empty room" was from the "wife" of the Brown family's missing third son.

Kate: ...! The one on this family tree...

Roger: Yes. When I barged into the Brown house and questioned them...

Roger: "I feel a sense of loss, but I don't know why," that was their only answer.

Kate: ...I see.

As I start to look down, Roger speaks up as if he's thought of something.

Roger: ...But, that was a few years ago.

Roger: Whether they've remembered since then... we could find out by asking them "now."

He gives me a sly grin as I look up in surprise.

Roger: They were already quite old back then. I don't know if they're still alive.

(But, if there's a possibility... I want to bet on it.)

Kate: ...Let's go.

-

–A thick fog covered the outside of the window.

Quiet footsteps approached Alfons, who was gazing out the window for no particular reason.

Elbert: ...Al, is this beautiful?

Alfons: I wondered what you were doing here all of a sudden...

Alfons: You bought another piece of junk, didn't you? You always do this when I'm not looking.

Taking an antique hand mirror from Elbert, Alfons looked at the front and back with disinterest.

Alfons: It's just a common antique. It's old, but not beautiful at all.

Elbert: I see... Thank you.

Grey eyes vaguely followed his childhood friend as he sat down next to him.

Elbert: ...Roger is going on a short trip with Kate tomorrow.

Alfons: Is that so?

Elbert: Do you know why Kate keeps visiting Roger?

Alfons: No, I don't.

Alfons put the mirror on the table, keeping a smile plastered on his face.

Elbert: ...I can tell when you're lying.

Elbert's voice had a hint of reproach.

Alfons inwardly mocked himself for sometimes not knowing how far he had let Elbert into his heart, with his deep, ocean-like eyes.

Elbert: Kate is looking for a way to not forget you.

Alfons: ...What are you trying to achieve by telling me this?

Alfons: Do you think I'll be so moved by her devotion that I'll accept her affection?

Alfons: It's surprising. Do you want her to be sad?

Elbert: ...No.

Elbert: I... I don't want either you or Kate to be sad.

Elbert: But... that's why I thought I should tell you.

Elbert: You looked so happy when you were with her... but now you seem even more bored than before.

Elbert: She also... seemed to be desperately hiding her sadness and smiling.

Elbert: I thought it was because you both... want to be together but are apart.

Elbert: ...Am I wrong?

Alfons: ...Who knows.

Alfons: Most joys and sorrows are forgotten once they pass.

Alfons: Just as my interest has cooled, her sadness will eventually fade away.

Alfons: Once she realizes the futility of all her current efforts,

Alfons: She will give up.

Elbert: But what if she doesn't give up?

Alfons stared at the hand mirror for a few seconds in response to Elbert's question.

The dull mirror surface did not reflect an image.

Alfons: ...I'll think about it then.

Elbert: ...I see.

Alfons: Can I take care of disposing this hand mirror?

Elbert: Sure, but... are you going to throw it away?

Alfons: Yes, of course.

Alfons: It's just in the way.

-

William: Alfons.

As soon as Alfons left the dining room, a voice called out to him from behind.

William whispered to Alfons as they passed each other, without stopping.

William: The Privy Council and the Purification Club have their eyes on you.

William: You should be careful when you go out.

Alfons: Thank you for the advice.

Alfons: I'll be careful.

-

–The next day

A young man appeared when Kate knocked on the door of a house.

Kate: Mr. Brown... um, does Dacy Brown still live here?

Youth: ... Do you know my grandmother? Please wait a moment.

A while later, a white-haired old woman appeared.

Holding a cane, she slowly stood at the doorway and looked at us curiously.

Old Woman: Yes, how may I help you?

Old Woman: ... I'm sorry, I've always had a bad memory. Have we met somewhere before?

Kate: No, this is the first time I've met you. My name is Kate.

Roger: I've met you before. I'm Roger Barrel. I came here a long time ago to ask about something similar to this.

Dacy: ... Something similar to this?

Roger: When I came here, you told me that you cried when you saw the empty room. Don't you remember?

She stared at Roger's face as if trying to remember, then her emerald eyes widened.

Dacy: Oh... that time!

Dacy: I remember now... how many years ago was it? A boy I had never met before asked me so earnestly,

Dacy: I thought it must be something that his life depended on, even though I didn't know anything.

Roger: I'm sorry for my intrusion then and now. ... It's been many years since then.

Roger: I came to ask if you remembered anything about that room.

Dacy: That's right. ... Let's not stand here talking, please come in.

After receiving our gifts and putting them away in the cupboard, Dacy led us to the "empty room."

(Huh...? It doesn't seem like an empty room, it feels lived in...)

As if sensing that I wanted to say something, Dacy chuckled.

Dacy: ... It really was a room that no one had lived in for years.

Dacy: There was a bed, a desk, and bookshelves, but no one in the family remembered them.

Dacy: It's funny, isn't it? There are things in our house that we don't know where they came from, even though it's our house.

She narrows her eyes nostalgically as she speaks.

Dacy: Roger, after you came, our family...

Dacy: We talked many times about how it was strange that I couldn't remember why I became a member of the Brown family.

Dacy: But in the end, no one could remember anything...

Dacy: We came to the conclusion that "the truth doesn't matter, we're family now, and that's okay."

Roger: ... I see.

Dacy: There was an unknown "third son of the Brown family," and he was my husband--

Dacy: We decided that this room was the room of that unknown husband.

Dacy stroked the spines of the books on the shelf as if reminiscing about her beloved, and pulled out one book.

Dacy: Look, this poetry book has a more worn cover and folded pages than the others.

Dacy: I imagine that he must have liked this poetry book.

Dacy: ... Hehe... even though I can't remember his name or face.

Dacy: That's why I left it alone.

Dacy: I thought that maybe someday my unknown husband would come back and I'd remember everything...

Roger: "Someday"...

I could feel an indescribable sadness from her profile... and my chest tightened.

Dacy: But... my grandson wanted to rent a room to go to school... so now it's his room.

Dacy: I hardly ever cry when I see this room anymore.

Kate: So... you haven't remembered anything...?

Dacy: ... No, nothing.

(Nothing--)

A glimmer of hope vanished.

I couldn't take my eyes off Dacy's profile as she looked around the room as if searching for something invisible.

Dacy: Even if I told anyone, they wouldn't believe me, but...

Dacy: It feels like there's a blank space in my heart. It's empty.

Dacy: I feel like something very important was there...

Her cheerful smile gradually distorted.

Dacy: Something that can't be filled with anything else should have been there...

Dacy: ... I don't know why I can't remember...

Deep wrinkles formed on her cheeks, and large tears like those of a young child fell.

Her pleading eyes seemed to be desperately clutching her empty palms, as if something would spill out if she opened her hands...

Kate: ...

Her anguish and sadness flowed into my chest as if it were my own, and my eyes grew hot.

The days of love, the joys shared, the hardships overcome together.

I felt like I was witnessing for the first time what it meant to lose all of those memories... to lose the person you loved.

(This is the reality that awaits those who continue to love Alfons...)

They desperately accept reality and live each day, chasing after the lost illusion.

That wound will never heal.

Because the illusion has vanished.

Dacy: ... Hehe, I'm sorry. I said I don't cry anymore, but...

Dacy: I apologize for showing you an old woman's tears. I'll make some tea, please have some.

Kate: ... No, thank you.

(I came here with my own hopes and...)

(I touched Dacy's scar, which will never heal, without permission.)

Realizing this, I was filled with guilt.

Roger: We came to hear your story. We should be the ones thanking you.

Roger: Thank you, Ms. Brown.

Kate: Thank you for talking to us.

And so, we left Dacy's house.

-

Kate: ... Thank you for today, Roger.

I put on a natural smile and looked up.

Roger: Well, it's not unusual to come up empty-handed in a curse investigation. Don't get too discouraged.

Kate: Yes, of course. I'm fine.

Kate : I really admire you for continuing this kind of investigation for years since you were 5 years old.

Roger: I can't stop now that I've come this far. Besides, I have a "destiny" too.

Roger replied in a casual tone, then rolled his shoulders as if to loosen his stiff muscles in the narrow carriage.

Roger: But well, let's take a break from the investigation today.

Kate: Yes. You haven't slept much because you were with me, right? Please get some rest.

Roger: Don't underestimate a doctor's stamina.

Kate: Hehe, sorry. Then I'll go back to my room and get some sleep. I'm exhausted... Good night.

Basking in the sunset, I headed for my room.

Praying that I was able to smile naturally until the end.

-

Roger: ... Geez.

Roger: She's putting on a brave face when she's clearly not okay at all.

-

I closed the door to my room.

And I couldn't move a step.

Kate: ...

I leaned against the door and slumped down.

Even if fate can't be changed, there might be a way out somewhere.

If I could find that way... I could keep the person I love in my memory.

And Alfons, too, when the time comes that he truly wants to be remembered by the person he loves,

He wouldn't have to push that person away.

(I haven't given up on that hope. I won't give up just because I've been knocked down once.)

(But...)

The weight of Dacy's words, that she couldn't remember anything even after living with the memories of the person she loved for decades, weighed heavily on my chest, and I couldn't breathe properly.

(I won't cry... I don't want to cry because it would seem like I've given up.)

(I'll calm down and start from scratch.)

The Purification Club might even make progress tonight.

(I can't just sit here and wallow.)

Even though I thought that, I couldn't stand up...

-

Before I knew it, the surroundings were completely submerged in the blue of night.

(At least... I have to go to bed.)

Just as I was about to stand up, there was a knock.

Kate: ... Yes, who is it?

Alfons: Good evening.

(Alfons... !?)

Kate: ... Is there something you need?

Alfons: Can you open this door?

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Chapter 19 Premium Story

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[punsmaster69]

8/DEC/20XX

a deep breath, and i feel a sense of nostalgia.

weird nostalgia. wouldn't go back, but i still think fondly of what happened.

the crispness of the cold air in snowdin takes me back- and i'm already reminiscing about random memories.

point to almost any rock formation along the walls of this place, and papyrus can probably tell you exactly how he's climbed it.

kicking the snow with my slippers a little bit, i remember how he used to warn me about wearing 'em outside.

—-

"YOU'LL SLIP AND FALL IN THOSE!!"

"naahh. i'll be fine."

"......"

"SEE? EVEN GRILLBY AGREES IT'S A BAD IDEA!!"

—-

for the most part, i always was fine; just had to be careful around the ice.

fortunately, it's not an issue using shortcuts; really only ever slipping a few times.

—-

"I SAID THIS WOULD HAPPEN."

"you've slipped even in your boots."

"THAT WAS A ONE-OFF ACCIDENT!"

"so was this."

sliding me across the ice until we were close enough to the snow to stand again, papyrus lifted me onto my feet once more.

"I TOLD YOU THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA."

"you've gotta admit that over two weeks without slipping in these is pretty good."

"THERE'D HARDLY BE SLIPPING AT ALL IF YOU WOULD JUST PUT ON BETTER FOOTWEAR."

"these are way better."

"OBVIOUSLY NOT?! YOU 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛 SLIPPED!"

"but with snow boots, you have to tie 'em and whatnot."

"YOU DO THAT WITH MOST SHOES, SANS."

"not with slippers."

"YOU'RE GOING TO WEAR SLIPPERS ALL THE TIME.."

"JUST SO THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO TIE THEM?"

"yep."

"that's the plan."

"YOUR ABILITY TO CONSISTENTLY FIND THE LAZIEST ROUTE IN EVERY ASPECT OF LIFE CONFOUNDS ME, BROTHER."

"IT'S ALMOST IMPRESSIVE."

"thanks. that's the one thing i do put effort into."

"...BEING LAZY."

"it's hard work, doing this little."

—-

ahh.

back when new bad habits of mine still surprised him.

...speakin' of bad habits.

grillby's looks like it hasn't been touched since the day we took all the important stuff up.

the most one'll find in there now is a fine layer of dust only disturbed by me brushing against some stuff.

not that the jukebox ever worked before, but i'm pretty sure it wouldn't turn on if you tried at this point.

——

already knew the librarby was empty; they gave away all the books before leaving to the surface.

took the sciencey ones, myself.

wanted the joke book too, but a certain old lady got to it first.

officially, it is hers.

unofficially, the book keeps bouncing between being in either of our possession for months at a time.

it's gained a few pages over the years, a lined-paper section at the end with a lotta skeleton and snail puns.

think paps split the cookbooks with someone, and hoarded the puzzle books.

(not like anyone else was readin' those, anyway.)

there were a couple on monster history i'm almost certain i've seen frisk with a few times, so they must've gotten those.

as charming as this little place was, the new library's got way more selection.

sorry, not library.

still librarby.

they kept the name. too iconic to change it.

even if it had been changed, we'd all continue to call it the librarby anyway.

——

many of the folks who had shops down here have taken up that same role on the surface.

the two bunnies running the inn and shop moved somewhere closer to new home city for better business.

——

in the snow, i did what i'd done a million times in the past.

i parked myself at the foot of the door which separated snowdin from the ruins.

—-

"knock, knock."

"Who's there?"

she'd say.

"cash."

"Cash who?"

"no thanks, i'm more of a walnut guy."

and i'd heard her burst out into laughter from the other side.

"Knock, knock."

"who's there?"

"Hatch."

"hatch who?"

"Oh, bless you."

then she'd laughed at her own joke hard enough to be contagious.

"knock, knock."

"Who's there?"

"canoe."

"Canoe who?"

"canoe come out here? i'm gettin' bonely."

she got a good kick out of that one, but her laughter had a tinge of sadness to it.

"...But, I am afraid not."

didn't expect any different of an answer.

always thinking it better not to ask quite why, i shrugged.

"one day, maybe."

"or not."

"you could just be mysterious door lady forever if you want."

"....."

"Knock, knock."

"who's there?"

"Peas."

"peas who?"

"Peas excuse my secretiveness. I know it can be a bit off-putting."

"everyone's got their secrets, 𝘴��𝘰𝘸 problem to me if you keep a few."

"Ha! I am glad that you are so 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 with it."

"It is a joy to hear your 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 jokes every day!"

"nice to have someone with an a-𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳-able laugh to tell 'em to."

my slight regret about that pun immediately washed away upon hearing the laugh in question follow after it.

—-

....welp.

as fun as reminiscing has been, i've definitely left papyrus alone for far too long.

gotta spend at least a little time in the snow with him.

that's what we came back here for in the first place.

——

"WHEN DO YOU THINK IT'LL SNOW ON THE SURFACE?"

"it's supposed to get pretty cold soon, so probably not too long now."

"besides."

"if your desire for snow gets too awful bad, we'll just come down here again."

"WE SHOULD BRING FRIENDS WITH US NEXT TIME!"

"would be cool to re-visit the whole underground with everyone after all this time."

"OH!"

he sat straight up in the snow, scattering the powder around as he did so.

"YOU KNOW WHAT WE SHOULD DO?"

"what's that?"

"COME, COME! QUICKLY!!"

——

from that very same spot we all first looked in awe at our new future, me and him watched the sun set.

golden light poured over everything; sun beams warm in contrast to the town we've left once again.

"WHEN WE FIRST MOVED OUT FOR GOOD, I REALLY THOUGHT I'D MISS IT MORE."

"THOUGH, I DIDN'T EXACTLY HAVE THAT FEELING OF TRAPPED-NESS ON THE SAME LEVEL EVERYONE ELSE SEEMED TO."

"IT'S HARD TO GET BORED WHEN YOU'RE THE MOST ENTERTAINING SKELETON AROUND!"

"WITH THE COOLEST BROTHER AROUND."

"aww."

"...MAYBE I DID FEEL TRAPPED A LITTLE.. BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER ANYMORE."

"WE'RE ALL ON THE SURFACE TOGETHER, AND THAT 𝗜𝗦 WHAT MATTERS!"

when he turned to look at me, i couldn't tell whether his face was lit up more by the sun or the smile he had.

"I'M REALLY HAPPY HERE."

"me too."

[the-bone-boi]

The Beast of the Heart

Summary: Sanji doesn't get jealous. Or, that's what he says anyway. Don't EVER let him see another man flirt with Zoro. Pairing: Zosan Warnings: Jealousy, near possessive behavior, suggestive at the end. Nothing explicit, more just references Word count: 825

Sanji trusted Zoro. He truly did, it was a simple, indisputable fact.

Or, it was an indisputable fact around women, at the very least. He trusted Zoro fully when any woman came around to attempt, keyword, to seduce the swordsman, no matter how pretty. This was his lover here. A darling bumbling fool who was utterly loyal to a simple fault when it came to those he cared for. So that was why Sanji was fine to stand at the sidelines when a lady would sidle up to the man, content to watch Zoro let her down easy in the endearingly blunt, brutish way of his and only step in if she refused to take the hint.

And that would be all fine and dandy for the cook! Things would be wonderfully smooth and stress-free if that were the case. 

It wasn’t. Don’t get Sanji started on when other men flirted with his darling mossball.

Again, it wasn’t that he didn’t trust Zoro, far from it! His darling idiot would first slit his own throat before going behind him. But that still didn’t calm the beast in his heart. Of course, he liked to think he went about things in a rather civil manner. But he knew better still. He knew much, much better when that monster snarled, snapped, thrashed at the mere idea of some other man sidling up to Zoro with a pretty smile and darling bat of his eyelashes. His blood boiled and his teeth ground sharply together at the thought of foreign fingers gliding along a toned bicep.

Like now.

Sanji had turned his head back towards where he knew Zoro would be lagging, having been put on pack mule duty once more, only to feel something dark within him twist at the sight he was greeted with. Zoro had been stopped by a man that reminded Sanji very unpleasantly of himself, pretty and lithe, a pretty smile across his delicate features that made no attempt of hiding his intentions.

He was already pissed, but he nearly sheered through the cigarette in his mouth when his jaw tensed when he saw a hand come to rest at Zoro’s elbow. That beast Sanji had long made his peace with seemed to fill his chest, anger and jealousy trickling through his veins like a dark venom.

He was in motion far before Zoro had the chance to move.

Only a handful of sharp strides easily brought Sanji to Zoro’s shoulder, a hand sharply smacking away the offender’s away. “I would appreciate it if you kept your hands off of my boyfriend,” he said in an overly sickly sweet tone, not missing the steadying hand at the small of his back. It wasn’t over the swordsman's head how Sanji got. Far, far from it.

The look of disdain written clearly over the man’s face had the monster behind his heart trilling, Snaji smiling right back. “I apologize,” the stranger said stiffly, the two of them have a silent standoff. They both knew their merit, the best way to describe it being as a show of dominance between them.

And as always, Sanji’s opponent folded first, hs beast purring as the other turned, proverbial tail tucked as he stalked away. Victory trilled through Sanji, the blond soaking it up. His smugness was tangible, unsurprised when Zoro wrapped his arms around him from behind, nuzzling into his neck.

“You know I don’t like it when you lag behind, sweetheart ,” Sanji hummed, smirking as the arms tightened around his waist. Zoro was well versed in the signs of the cook’s rampant jealousy, sweetened pet names being a wonderful tell. And Sanji just loved to abuse the use of them, knowing his tendency to get protective of his stop as Zoro’s boyfriend got the swordsman going like nothing else.

“Mhm…”

“People… men see you alone. What do you think goes through their minds, darling ? They’re animals, the lot of them. How am I going to make sure they know who you belong to?” Sanji hummed, letting his fingers card through the short, mossy hair of his lover and reveling in the way Zoro nuzzled closer to his neck.

“Tryna say I can’t hold my own, Curly?” Zoro mumbled and Sanji chuckled.

“Oh no, I know you can more than hold your own, but… I don’t like others trying to encroach on what’s mine when I’m not around to mitigate it,” Sanji replied with a soft hmph , the beast growling its agreement. 

“Then maybe you should leave claim,” Zoro murmured back, a hand sliding up Sanji’s stomach.

“Awe, Mossy~ We’re in public, an exhibitionist now, are we?” the cook teased, chuckling when Zoro growled softly at him. “Alright, alright. Back to the ship, hm? I think we have enough for today.”

That was all Zoro needed to hear. It wasn’t long before Sanji was dragging him back to the ship, the beast within nestled deep and content once more.