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gyuuberryy · 3 months

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ni-ki's guide to survival: how getting lost led to love

pairing: enemy!niki x reader

synopsis: you would’ve never agreed to go on this camping trip with your friends if you had known you would get paired up with your arch nemesis. and getting lost on top of that? with the said bane of your existence? that was definitely not on your agenda.

genre: enemies to lovers, camping au, humour, comfort, little bit of angst

warnings: mentions of panic attack, bugs, kissing

note: they’re all college students btw! i had a really bad riki brainrot and i love e2l so this fic was birthed hehe

word count: 5.3k

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the campfire crackled merrily, casting flickering shadows on the faces of your friends huddled around it. laughter danced in the air, punctuated by the occasional chirp of a cricket.

everyone except you and the boy sprawled on a log opposite you, a scowl permanently etched on his face. nishimura ni-ki.

camping trips with your friends were supposed to be fun, a chance to unwind, but with your nemesis by your side, it felt more like a forced march into enemy territory.

the animosity has started innocently enough. you and ni-ki, along with your friends, had embarked on a beach trip determined to build the most epic sandcastle the world had ever seen. hours were poured into sculpting elaborate moats, towering turrets, and intricate sand sculptures. victory was within reach, your masterpiece nearing completion, when disaster struck. a rogue wave, rolled in, obliterating your creation in a single, foamy swipe.

grief turned to rage, and you, fueled by a sugar crash from a previously consumed ice cream cone, pointed the finger of blame at ni-ki. you claimed he'd jinxed the project with his "terrible sandcastle feng shui." ni-ki, ever the provocateur, countered that your "overly ambitious moat design" was structurally unsound. the blame game escalated, escalating into a full-blown sand throwing fight that left everyone covered in a gritty mix of sand and saltwater.

two years later, the incident remained a running joke within your friend group. the mere mention of "sandcastle feng shui" could send you both into a fit of giggles (or, depending on the day, simmering resentment which happened to be today).

a mischievous grin spread across sunoo's face, the self-proclaimed "king of fun." "alright everyone, time for the foraging challenge!" he announced, pulling a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. "i've paired you all up to go gather ingredients for our stew!"

a collective groan arose, except from sunoo and heeseung, who were already whispering excitedly about wild herbs. the paper crackled in sunoo's hands as he unfolded it dramatically.

you perked up, eager to escape the suffocating tension between you and ni-ki. maybe a solo scavenging mission wouldn't be so bad. but as sunoo started assigning pairs, your stomach lurched.

"since we have an even number, the last team will be..." sunoo scanned the group, his eyes landing on you and ni-ki. a mischievous glint sparked in them. "...together."

a collective gasp arose from your friends, a mix of amusement and pity for your predicament. ni-ki, however, didn't miss a beat. he shot you a smug smirk, his eyes gleaming with a challenge.

"great," you muttered, sarcasm dripping from your voice. "just what i always wanted, a foraging partner with the survival instincts of a goldfish."

ni-ki scoffed. "says the one who gets lost in a grocery store."

memories of that disastrous shopping trip with your mom flooded your mind. you gritted your teeth.

"at least i won't accidentally set the forest on fire trying to light a campfire," you retorted, referencing a camping trip gone slightly wrong from a year back.

ni-ki's smirk faltered for a split second, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features before returning full force. "unlike you, i actually know how to tell an edible plant from a poisonous one."

"oh please, spare me the mr. nature act," you shot back, standing up and grabbing your backpack. "let's just get this over with. before you scare away all the edible plants with your bad attitude."

ni-ki rose from his log with a mocking bow. "after you, princess."

you rolled your eyes, the familiar bickering a bitter comfort in this unwelcome alliance. as you walked past your friends, you heard sunghoon mutter under his breath, "may the odds be ever in your favour." you shot him a glare, wishing for nothing more than to prove him wrong.

the forest stretched out before you, promising a foraging adventure filled with snarky remarks, petty competition, and maybe, just maybe, a grudging respect for your unlikely partner.

the trail wound deeper into the woods, dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves overhead. the air grew thick with unspoken words, the silence punctuated only by the crunch of twigs underfoot and the occasional chirp of a bird.

"shouldn't you be skipping ahead, searching for your precious berries?" you finally snapped, unable to bear the awkward tension any longer.

"only if you promise not to poison yourself with the first wild mushroom you find, pipsqueak," ni-ki retorted, a playful glint in his eyes.

you scoffed, rolling your eyes. "at least i can tell the difference between food and foliage."

just then, you skidded to a halt, hand flying up to point. "look!"

ni-ki nearly bumped into you, surprised by your sudden stop. he followed your gaze and spotted a fawn grazing a few metres off the trail. its large, innocent eyes looked back at them curiously.

a genuine smile, devoid of their usual antagonism, softened ni-ki’s features. "aww, isn't that cute?"

"hold that thought," you whispered, excitement bubbling in your chest. you fumbled with your phone, eager to capture the adorable creature on camera.

ni-ki chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice. "don't take all day. we're not exactly bffs on a nature walk here."

you stuck your tongue out at him playfully, focusing on getting the perfect shot. suddenly, a bloodcurdling shriek tore from your throat.

ni-ki whipped around, heart hammering in his chest. he saw you flailing your arms wildly, phone clattering to the ground. without a second thought, he sprinted towards you, fear momentarily overriding his usual animosity.

"what happened?" he gasped, skidding to a halt beside you.

"b-bug!" you stammered, pointing at a nearby leaf. "giant, horrible bug!"

ni-ki followed your shaky finger and let out a snort of laughter. perched on the leaf was a large beetle, no doubt intimidating to someone with a bug phobia, but far from the monstrous nightmare you'd made it out to be.

"seriously, that's it?" he doubled over, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. "you screamed like a banshee over a little beetle?"

you glared at him, cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and lingering fear. "it was huge! and it tried to bite me!"

ignoring your protests, ni-ki sauntered over to the leaf, his amusement evident. he poked the beetle with a stick, earning a disgruntled hiss in response.

suddenly, his laughter died in his throat. the seemingly harmless beetle, disturbed by his prodding, lunged at him with surprising speed. he yelped, leaping back with a comical yelp, tripping spectacularly over a protruding root in the process.

the force of his fall sent him tumbling backwards, straight into you. with a startled cry, you lost your footing and the two of you went careening down a steep slope, a tangled mess of limbs and flying leaves.

the world became a blur of green and brown before you landed with a thud in a small clearing at the bottom. you groaned, blinking away spots as you sat up, taking stock of your surroundings. ni-ki lay sprawled a few feet away, groaning dramatically.

"well, this is just great," you muttered, brushing dirt off your clothes. you glanced at ni-ki, a flicker of amusement tugging at the corners of your lips despite the throbbing pain in your arm.

he sat up slowly, sheepish grin replacing his earlier smirk. "looks like we both owe that little beetle an apology, huh?"

the amusement in your eyes quickly morphed into pure exasperation as reality settled into you. you had no clue where you were.

"are you kidding me, nishimura?!" you suddenly yelled, throwing your hands up in the air. "you tripped us both over a bug! how clumsy can you possibly get?"

said boy winced at your outburst, the playful glint in his eyes fading. "hey, it wasn't exactly graceful," he mumbled, dusting himself off. "but at least we're not hurt, right?"

"not hurt? we just tumbled down a freaking hill! and for what? because you couldn't resist poking a bug with a stick?"

"alright, alright," he placatingly raised his hands. "let's just calm down. the good news is, i can recognise this part of the woods. we should be able to find our way back to the trail pretty easily."

you eyed him sceptically. "how can you possibly be sure? this whole forest looks the same!"

he puffed out his chest, a hint of his usual arrogance returning. "trust me, pipsqueak. i have a good sense of direction. just follow me."

you gritted your teeth, the anger simmering just beneath the surface. given the choice, you wouldn't have trusted a lost puppy to lead you back, let alone your nemesis with a questionable sense of direction. however, with no other options, you reluctantly trailed behind him.

minutes turned into what felt like hours. the scenery seemed to repeat itself endlessly, a maze of identical trees and sun-dappled paths. panic started to gnaw at your insides.

"nishimura," you said through gritted teeth, "are we sure we're not going in circles?"

he stopped abruptly, a frown etching his face. he pulled out his phone, his expression darkening as he stared at the screen. "damn it. no signal."

your blood ran cold. "what do you mean no signal?"

"there's no cell reception out here," he admitted sheepishly. "i guess i was wrong about knowing the way back."

you stared at him, incredulous. "you got us lost, and now we can't even call for help? you are the most irresponsible person i've ever met!"

he held up his hands defensively. "whoa, hey! it was an accident! we'll figure something out, okay? just calm down."

but calm was the last thing you felt. lost, angry, and scared, you glared at ni-ki, a fierce determination replacing the fear. "we will figure this out," you declared, voice shaking with repressed anger. "but for now, shut up and follow me. maybe i have a better sense of direction than you think."

the forest floor crunched under your feet as you marched ahead, a newfound resolve hardening your features. gone was the bickering banter, replaced by a tense silence punctuated only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. ni-ki followed close behind, a sheepish silence replacing his usual bravado.

you scanned the surroundings, searching for any landmark, any sign that might lead you back to the familiar trail. the dense foliage seemed to mock your efforts, the towering trees offering no clues in their uniformity. doubt gnawed at the edges of your determination, but the thought of relying on ni-ki was far worse.

"we need to find higher ground," you finally muttered, remembering a survival tip you'd once read. "maybe we can get a better view from up there."

ni-ki nodded curtly, his earlier arrogance replaced by a hint of worry. together, you pushed through the undergrowth, searching for any sign of an incline. after what felt like an eternity, you stumbled upon a rocky outcrop, its jagged surface a stark contrast to the smooth earth around it.

scrambling up the rocks, you emerged onto a small, uneven plateau. taking a deep breath, you scanned the horizon, hoping for a glimpse of the familiar smoke plume rising from the campsite. but all you saw was a seemingly endless expanse of green, the trees blurring together in a dizzying kaleidoscope.

disappointment crashed over you, heavy and suffocating. you slumped down onto a smooth rock, the anger slowly draining away, leaving behind a cold dread. lost, with no way to contact anyone, a shiver ran down your spine despite the warm afternoon sun.

"great," you muttered, voice devoid of its earlier fire. "just brilliant."

a moment of heavy silence passed before ni-ki spoke, his voice uncharacteristically subdued. "look, i messed up, okay? i should have paid more attention, and i shouldn't have been so cocky."

you didn't respond, staring blankly at the endless sea of trees.

he continued, his voice softer now. "but freaking out isn't going to help us. we need to work together on this."

he was right, of course. but the idea of trusting him after his colossal blunder left a bitter taste in your mouth. yet, there were no other options.

with a sigh, you finally met his gaze. "fine," you conceded grudgingly. "but if we ever get out of this, i'm never letting you live this down."

a flicker of a smile played on his lips, a hint of his usual defiance returning. "deal. now, how about we put our survival skills to the test, pipsqueak? together."

the animosity was still there, simmering just beneath the surface. but in the face of you predicament, a fragile truce had been formed. you weren't friends, not by a long shot. but for now, you were stuck with each other, and survival depended on a begrudging cooperation.

as the golden light of the afternoon began to fade, long shadows stretched across the forest floor, deepening the gloom beneath the dense canopy. the chirping of birds had been replaced by the eerie calls of nocturnal creatures, sending shivers down your spine.

the initial anger you felt towards ni-ki had morphed into a gnawing fear. the realisation that you were truly lost, with no way to contact anyone, settled in your stomach like a lead weight.

your breaths came in ragged gasps, the realisation of your situation finally hitting you with full force.

tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision. a choked sob escaped your lips, quickly escalating into a full-blown panic attack. hyperventilating, you clutched your chest, the world seeming to shrink around you.

suddenly, a hand landed gently on your shoulder. you flinched, expecting another snarky remark from ni-ki. but instead, his voice was soft, laced with concern.

"hey, hey," he soothed, his hand moving to wipe away a stray tear that traced its way down your cheek. "it's okay. we'll be alright."

his touch, surprisingly gentle, sent a jolt through you. you were so used to your constant sparring that this sudden tenderness was completely disarming.

"we just need to calm down," he continued, his voice low and calming. "we can't think clearly if you're panicking. look at me."

hesitantly, you met his gaze. his eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were now filled with a genuine concern you hadn't seen before.

"we'll find our way back," he promised, his voice firm but reassuring. "the sun will rise again in the morning, and with daylight, everything will seem clearer. we'll figure out a plan then."

his words, surprisingly, had a calming effect. you took a deep, shaky breath, forcing yourself to focus on the rhythm of your inhalations and exhalations. slowly, the panic began to recede, leaving you drained but a little hopeful.

together, you searched for a suitable spot. you found it nestled under the sprawling branches of an ancient oak, its thick trunk offering a sense of security. the ground beneath it was clear of debris, providing a relatively comfortable place to sit.

ni-ki helped you gather fallen leaves and twigs, creating a makeshift cushion. you settled onto it, your body trembling slightly despite the warmth of the setting sun.

he sat down beside you, a respectful distance separating your bodies. the air crackled with an awkward silence, a stark contrast to your earlier bickering.

"thank you," you finally whispered, surprised by the words leaving your lips.

he offered a small smile. "for what?"

"for...not being a jerk," you mumbled, embarrassed.

he chuckled softly, a sound devoid of mockery. "seems like we both have to learn to cooperate sometimes, pipsqueak."

you couldn't help but let out a weak smile, a small flicker of warmth returning to your chest. maybe, just maybe, there was a sliver of humanity beneath ni-ki's cocky exterior. as the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, plunging the forest into darkness, you leaned back against the rough bark of the oak, a strange sense of calm washing over you.

you weren't friends, not by a long shot. but for now, in the face of the unknown, you had each other. and perhaps, just perhaps, this forced cooperation might lead to something more, something you weren't quite ready to name.

the forest floor was a tapestry of inky black shadows under the cloak of night. the initial panic had subsided, replaced by a gnawing hunger that rumbled in your stomach. you glanced at the pile of foraged mushrooms and roots nestled beside you, a meagre dinner at best.

"so," ni-ki drawled, his voice barely a whisper in the stillness. "any idea how to build a fire with those twigs?"

you scoffed. "as if you could tell a pinecone from a pile of leaves."

he shot you a mock glare. "says the one who screamed at a beetle."

you swatted his arm playfully, surprised at the almost friendly gesture. "alright, alright. i may have overreacted a bit."

a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes. "a bit? pip squeak, you practically launched yourself into orbit."

despite the teasing, a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. you fumbled with the meagre tinder you'd gathered, frustration building. just as you were about to give up, a gentle hand reached for yours.

"here," he murmured, taking the twigs from your grasp. "let me show you."

with surprising dexterity, he built a small, precarious structure of leaves and twigs. you watched in fascination as he coaxed a spark from a flint and steel you hadn't even noticed him carrying. soon, a tiny flame flickered to life, growing steadily into a small but comforting fire.

a sense of peace, however fragile, settled between you as you roasted the meagre mushrooms and roots over the flames. the silence wasn't antagonistic anymore, filled instead with the crackling fire and the occasional chirping of crickets.

"so," you started hesitantly, "what made you decide to learn survival skills?"

he shrugged, poking a particularly stubborn mushroom with a stick. "always good to be prepared, you know? never know when you might end up stranded in the middle of nowhere with a drama queen for company."

you threw a playful punch at his arm, the sting of your earlier animosity fading. "hey, at least i don't trip over bugs."

he chuckled, the sound surprisingly warm. "touché, pipsqueak."

as you ate your dinner, you found yourself stealing glances at him. in the flickering firelight, his face seemed softer, less arrogant. you realised with a jolt that his presence, although unexpected, wasn't actually that bad. maybe this forced cooperation was revealing a side of ni-ki you hadn't seen before.

the night wore on, the stars twinkling coldly above. the fire had long since died, leaving behind a fading warmth that couldn't compete with the growing chill. you shifted uncomfortably, the hard ground digging into your back. a shiver wracked your body, the thin jacket doing little to ward off the creeping cold.

out of the corner of your eye, you saw ni-ki shift too, his shoulders slumped against the tree. he let out a barely audible sigh, his breath misting in the cool air.

neither of you spoke, but a silent understanding hung in the air. you were both miserable, the bitter taste of rivalry a distant memory compared to the immediate need for warmth.

with a hesitant movement, you inched closer to the tree trunk, hoping to find a slightly more comfortable position. almost imperceptibly, ni-ki did the same. your shoulders brushed, a jolt of surprise shooting through you. he didn't move away, and after a moment, you leaned in slightly, seeking a sliver of shared warmth.

his arm was close now, separated by only the thin layer of your jacket. you stole a glance at him, expecting a sarcastic remark or a playful jab. but his eyes were closed, his face etched with fatigue.

hesitantly, you reached out, stopping just before your hand touched his arm. he stirred slightly, a low murmur escaping his lips. taking a deep breath, you rested your hand lightly against the worn fabric of his jacket, just below his elbow.

he didn't flinch. instead, he seemed to relax a fraction more, his arm moving ever so slightly to brush against yours.

in the silence broken only by the rustle of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl, you found a strange comfort. maybe it was the shared misery of the situation, maybe it was the unexpected friendly(?) atmosphere that had sprung up between you. whatever it was, the tension had melted away, replaced by a fragile sense of trust.

sleep claimed you slowly, the warmth of your shared body heat a welcome haven against the encroaching chill. you didn't fall asleep with the intention of being close, but in the quiet intimacy of the night, you found a solace you hadn't expected. as you drifted off, a single thought flickered through your mind: maybe this forced adventure wouldn't be so bad after all.

the first sliver of sunlight, faint and tentative, peeked through the dense canopy, painting delicate stripes across ni-ki's eyelids. he stirred, a low groan escaping his lips as the ache in his back made itself known. he cracked one eye open, then the other, blinking against the sudden brightness.

his breath hitched. you were nestled against him, your head resting on his chest. your arms were wrapped tightly around him, one hand burrowed into the thin fabric of his shirt. his chin rested on the crown of your head, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs.

he had absolutely no memory of this happening. had you gotten cold in the night and sought his warmth instinctively? the thought sent a warmth of its own blooming in his chest, a warmth at odds with the chill of the morning air. he was utterly captivated. you looked peaceful, your normally sharp features softened in sleep, a light dusting of pink staining your cheeks.

just as he was about to lose himself in the unexpected sight, your eyes fluttered open. they met his gaze, and a slow, mischievous smile spread across your face.

"good morning, sleepyhead," you murmured, your voice thick with sleep.

ni-ki's cheeks flushed crimson. "m-morning," he stammered, his voice rough from disuse. he tried to disentangle himself from your hold, feeling ridiculously flustered by your closeness.

"nope," you declared playfully, tightening your grip. "this is actually really comfortable. don't move."

he froze, his cheeks burning hotter than ever. his mind raced, torn between wanting to maintain this unexpected closeness and wanting to bolt. a small chuckle escaped your lips, the sound vibrating against his chest.

"relax, drama king," you said, your voice soft. "we're not exactly cuddling in a meadow filled with daisies."

he couldn't help but let out a small laugh himself. the tension started to ease, replaced by a warmth that had nothing to do with the rising sun. slowly, he re-wrapped his arm around you, drawing you closer.

"fine," he conceded, feigning annoyance. "but don't think this changes anything, pipsqueak."

you threw your head back and laughed, a bright, genuine sound that echoed through the silent forest. "of course not, ni-ki," you replied, your voice playful. "we're still enemies, remember?"

"enemies who share a surprisingly comfortable tree," he countered, his gaze flickering to the way your hand instinctively rested on his arm.

"so," you said after a moment of comfortable silence, "how do you propose we get ourselves out of this mess?"

the playful mood evaporated as the reality of their situation came flooding back. he cleared his throat, forcing himself to focus. "we need to find a landmark, something we remember from the trail. maybe a creek, or a distinctive rock formation. then we can work our way back from there."

you hummed in agreement, your head nuzzling deeper into his chest. "alright, well, let's not get up just yet. it's still pretty cold out here."

a small smile tugged at ni-ki's lips. this unexpected closeness, born out of necessity, felt strangely…nice. he wasn't sure what the future held, or if this forced truce would last beyond getting back to camp, but for now, in the quiet intimacy of the morning, he wouldn't trade this for anything. "yeah," he agreed, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the rising sun. "let's stay here just a little while longer."

the forest around you both remained cloaked in a pre-dawn twilight, but the horizon was ablaze with the promise of a new day. streaks of fiery orange and vibrant pink bled into the inky blue sky, painting a breathtaking canvas above the silent trees. you couldn't help but let out a soft gasp of awe, the discomfort of the hard ground momentarily forgotten.

ni-ki glanced down at you, his gaze lingering on the way your eyes sparkled in the soft light. "beautiful, isn't it?" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

you nodded, mesmerised by the vibrant display of colours. "it's incredible," you breathed.

a comfortable silence settled between you, the only sounds the gentle rustle of leaves and the chirping of a few early birds. despite the awkwardness of your situation, a strange sense of peace washed over you. ni-ki, with his arm still loosely wrapped around you, seemed less arrogant in the morning light, a hint of vulnerability softening his features.

as the sun climbed higher, painting the leaves in a warm golden glow, you tore your gaze away from the sky. "alright," you announced, a newfound determination in your voice. "let's get serious about finding our way back."

ni-ki mirrored your seriousness. "right. we need to focus." he sat up straight, his gaze scanning the surrounding area. "do you remember anything about the trail? a specific tree, maybe, or a turn-off?"

you wracked your brain, a memory flickering to life. "there was a large, twisted oak tree on the right side of the trail, just before a steep downhill slope. maybe if we can find that..."

"bingo!" ni-ki exclaimed, a grin splitting his face. "i remember that tree too! it was kind of gnarled and had these weird, knobbly branches."

relief flooded your chest. "okay, so let's head east. the sun should be rising in the east, right?"

ni-ki nodded, pulling out the compass he'd managed to find tucked away in a pocket of his backpack. "yeah, the sun should be roughly in the east at this time." he consulted the compass for a moment, then pointed in a direction. "alright, this way."

together, you rose to your feet, your muscles protesting slightly after a night spent on the cold ground. but the prospect of finding your way back to your friends fuelled your movements. you followed the direction ni-ki indicated, carefully navigating the trees, your eyes peeled for any sign of the twisted oak.

the forest seemed less menacing in the bright morning light. you pointed out landmarks – a fallen log, a clump of brightly coloured mushrooms – hoping they might jog ni-ki's memory. he, in turn, shared his knowledge of edible plants and tracking techniques, a surprising wellspring of information hidden beneath his usual cocky exterior.

after what felt like an eternity, your heart leaped into your throat. there, standing defiant against the backdrop of younger trees, was the twisted oak you remembered. you let out a whoop of joy, a sound that echoed through the silent trees.

ni-ki's face mirrored your elation, a genuine smile gracing his features.

relief and a strange sense of accomplishment washed over you. you had faced your fear, survived the night, and most importantly, worked together. maybe, just maybe, this experience would change your dynamic with ni-ki, adding a layer of respect and perhaps a touch of something more.

the familiar path leading back to the campsite emerged from the trees, a beacon of hope and relief. a surge of exhilaration coursed through you. you had made it! without thinking, you spun towards ni-ki, a wide grin splitting your face.

"we did it!" you exclaimed, reaching out impulsively. your fingers grazed his cheek, sending a jolt through you. fuelled by the adrenaline of the moment, and perhaps the lingering intimacy of the night, you leaned in further, your lips brushing against his in a sudden, unexpected kiss.

the world seemed to shrink to just the two of you. time slowed, the sound of the forest fading away. but the kiss was short-lived. ni-ki froze, his eyes widening in surprise. he gently pushed you away, his breath hitching.

"whoa," he stammered, his voice laced with confusion. "what was that?"

you stumbled back, cheeks burning with embarrassment. your mind raced, replaying the past few seconds in a humiliating loop. what had you just done? the audacity of your own actions left you speechless.

"i-i..." you stammered, searching for an explanation that wouldn't sound completely insane. "i'm just...so relieved we're back. thank you for helping me, ni-ki." the words sounded lame even to your own ears.

but before you could retreat any further, ni-ki surprised you again. his hand shot out, grabbing you firmly by the waist and pulling you back towards him. this time, there was no hesitation in his eyes. he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was anything but hesitant.

you melted against him, all thoughts of embarrassment melting away in the heat of the moment. you responded instinctively, your arms wrapping around his neck as you deepened the kiss. the forest around you faded away, the only sound the frantic thudding of your own heart.

finally, ni-ki pulled away, his breath ragged. his eyes, usually so sharp and playful, were now a warm brown, flecked with gold in the morning sunlight. a slow smile spread across his face, a genuine, unguarded smile that sent a flutter to your stomach.

"wow," he breathed, his voice husky. "that was..." he trailed off, searching for the right words.

you swallowed, your own voice barely a whisper. "unexpected?"

he chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "unexpected is definitely one word for it." he paused, his gaze holding yours. "but not unwelcome."

the sound of distant shouts jolted you both back to reality. a chorus of voices, laced with worry and relief, echoed through the trees. you pulled away from ni-ki, suddenly acutely aware of your dishevelled state and the way his lips tingled where yours had been.

"there you two are!" heeseung's voice cut through the trees as he emerged from the path, followed by your other friends. relief washed over their faces, quickly replaced by a flurry of questions and concerned chatter.

"we were starting to think you got eaten by a bear!" sunoo exclaimed, his eyes wide.

you launched into a rapid-fire explanation of your ordeal, leaving out the very recent, and frankly, earth-shattering development with ni-ki. your friends listened intently, bombarding you with questions about the night and how you managed to find your way back.

through it all, you were hyper aware of ni-ki standing beside you. he chimed in occasionally, his voice oddly subdued, and you could steal glances at him, catching the hint of a smile playing on his lips.

then, as you finished your story, jake nudged you playfully. "wow, you guys must have been really scared out there all night. scared enough to, i don't know, eat each other's faces off?"

a collective gasp went up from your friends, their eyes darting between you and ni-ki. your cheeks burned crimson. "what? no!" you sputtered, flustered.

ni-ki chuckled, a low sound that sent shivers down your spine. "yeah, jake," he drawled, his voice teasing. "luckily for us, bears were the only thing on the menu last night."

his playful jab sent another wave of heat flooding your face. you stole a glance at him, and your breath caught in your throat. he was looking at you, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes, but there was something else there too, something warm and unguarded that made your heart skip a beat.

you looked away quickly, a shy smile tugging at your lips. maybe this unexpected turn of events wasn't so bad after all.

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les lois d'amour: lumière de ma vie

synopsis: at last i see the light, and it's like the sky is new. all at once, everything looks different, now that i see you.

genre: fluff

characters: neuvillette x mermaid! reader

warnings: fem! reader

a/n: hehe hii @i23kazu!! submission for ebg challenge 1 :) likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

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“say, have you ever seen lanterns before?” such was the question posed to you by none other than fontaine’s chief justice, on a fine evening.

you hummed in thought. “only from under the sea— the elders always said they were traps intricately designed by humans to lure us merfolk to our deaths, so naturally we stayed away— though now that i think about it, they really were just pretty lights. why?”

neuvillette stood up from his seat, rounding the table to the couch upon which you were resting. “in that case, would you like to see them up close?”

“ah, seriously? what’s the occasion?” you took the hand he offered, an incredulous look in your eyes.

“it’s a lesser-known fontainian tradition for people to send out flying lanterns to convey their wishes for a new year, as well as to pray for any wishes to be answered. if you so incline, we could make one, instead of buying them. i believe beaumont workshop is offering such a service at this time.”

your eyes widen in excitement. “well, then, no time to waste! allons-y!”

spoiler: it did indeed prove to be a difficult feat. by the time you were done making a singular lantern, the sun had long dipped beneath the horizon.

the boat swayed gently as it sailed further from land, and the glitter canopy of stars above twinkled down at you.

“so… all we have to do is let go of it?”

“that is correct. be sure to convey your heartfelt wishes, or they won’t come true.” he watched as you seemed to hesitate, “what’s wrong?”

“nothing! nothing, um, well, we only had time to make one, and i don’t think it’d be very fair if i were the only one to let it go especially since you helped to make most of it, so-” you paused to catch your breath, “would you like to release the lantern with me, monsieur neuvillette?”

you were glad that your surroundings were dark, for the proximity between the two of you quite nearly made your poor heart stop.

you could almost feel his breath fanning your face as he stared at you with some unknown emotion on his visage. what’ll it be, monsieur chief justice? your heart wondered.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, his lips curved up in a small smile. “it would be a great honour, y/n. thank you for allowing me to share this moment with you.”

you could barely contain your excitement as you marvelled at all the lanterns floating into the night sky, pure wonder shining in your eyes as you took in the sights— neuvillette, meanwhile, couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“it’s all so beautiful!”

“yes, it is indeed quite the sight to behold.”

bonus:

“hey, hey, do the lanterns themselves symbolise anything?”

“but of course, they were made to symbolise love and care for someone important.”

“ah…”

“…y/n?”

seems like your poor heart couldn’t handle it, after all!

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PAIRING: prince!jay x princess!fem reader

GENRE/CW: smut, fluff, unprotected sex, tub sex, slight biting and marking, mentions of royal balls, wars, slight mentions of blood and injuries, mentions of masquerade balls and marriage, mentions of heeseung

WC: 7032 words

SYNOPSIS: you had only been dreaming of the suitor’s ball ever since you had turned nineteen, ensuring that everything would be perfect on that very day. it was like a fairytale how you met this charming man, who so gracefully asked you for a dance with him, soon taking you out for a walk in the royal rose garden, making you fall for his charms. however, how would you take it once you realize that he’s the prince from your rival kingdom whom you’ve grown to adore so dearly?

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, angels! i’m back with another fic! i feel like i haven’t posted a jay fic in ages! this fic was a sfw fic i had written when i was seventeen, but i wished to share it with everyone now after a bit of editing and also adding a bit of spice to it! i hope y’all will enjoy this! :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all <3

A small smile graced your lips as you wandered deep inside the royal boutique, ball gowns of every colour and such intricate designs made it harder for you to select a design for yourself.

The royal suitor’s ball was a month away now, causing you to start preparing for it already. Now, this wasn't any ordinary ball, it was hosted by the most powerful kingdom out of three on the land of evander, the kingdom of Lavosta being the most powerful one, it had control over your kingdom, the kingdom of Azira and your rival kingdom, the kingdom of Nairid.

Nairid was ruled by king and queen park, they had a son, the heir to the throne who was born in the same year as you. Prince Park Jongseong, well known for his vast knowledge and graceful appearance, he was the next to be the king and was deemed perfect for the same.

Your kingdoms have been at war long before you were born, a truce was called not too long back as Lavosta had stopped sending resources to both the kingdoms, for the war had no positive outcome for their kingdom. But that didn't stop them from hating each other.

You continued searching for your gown as your elder brother joined you, “will you be wearing our kingdom colour for the ball?” Prince Heeseung asked, pointing at the royal blue gown your eyes were fixated on, he was two years older than you, and would be the one to take over the throne after your father.

“That would be too obvious, I'd fancy wearing something mysterious, and perhaps new instead,” you admitted as your gaze fell on a delicate black ball gown, the kind you had never seen before. Heeseung let out a small laugh, knowing all too well that you'll be adamant about getting that gown now.

And he was right, you chose the same gown and further asked the dress designer to make some changes in the design, adjusting it to your size for it to appear perfect.

Being the princess of Azira, you had to stay composed and portray your flawless etiquettes, no matter how tiring it got, you were adamant to give your best for your citizens. Nevertheless, the public loved you for you were — genuine and caring towards all despite the difference in their titles.

Giving your measurements to the royal tailor, you both rushed back to the palace for the supper. Your parents, the king and the queen questioned you about your preparations for the said ball, they seemed to be more intrigued than you were for the same, and you thanked the universe for getting such supportive parents.

You were nineteen, meaning that you would finally make your debut into the society as someone who's pursuing a suitor. Nineteen being the minimal age of allowance at the ball.

It was further discussed how Heeseung won't be attending the ball for he wanted to focus on studying for the time being, to be a successful successive king.

“I don't need to marry until I'm twenty three, as I'll take over by the time I’m twenty four,” he theorized.

The topic further shifted to Nairid, Prince Jongseong was to attend the ball as well, and you were warned to stay away from him, not that you needed to be told. You'd stay away from anything that could cause harm to your kingdom. You loved your people dearly.

The dinner soon concluded, and you were being prepped for the bed by your lady in waiting, named Anne, and slumber overtook you soon, dreams of finding your significant other overtook your brain, causing a small smile to crinkle onto your lips, an unfamiliar warmth filling up your body.

Far away in the land of Nairid, Prince Jongseong was going through the same procedures. For someone who's never paid attention to females other than being polite to them, he seemed to have a rather giddy feeling blooming up in him.

He had always been busy, learning about anything and everything he could, he craved knowledge, just like you did but he grasped more, saying it's essential for a king to know everything. Nevertheless, he enjoyed it.

Citizens adored him for being polite and understanding, helping them anytime he could. It brought him joy to see the citizens of his kingdom happy and comfortable in their own land.

That wasn't all though, Jongseong had a perfectly sculpted and fine-boned face, a body that can fight off any foe and eyes that could intrigue anyone.

He chose to wear black, just to maintain anonymity, as the theme for the year was masquerade, also because he fancied the colour black. He would not pursue just anyone, he would only write his name on the dance card of the woman he'd really be intrigued with, meaning he’d have very few dances, he’d have to keep in mind that this development would be important for his kingdom as his wife would become the queen once he becomes the king. With this thought, he fell into dreamland, a small smile lingering on his face.

Time passed by as all the royals kept on preparing for this big event. Three days before the event, you were busy guiding and packing all your essentials and luggage along with your lady in waiting. You were going there a day prior to settle in, and were going to leave as soon as the ball concluded, as it was a day-long journey from Azira to Lavosta.

Yet again, you were warned about Jongseong but it raised a slight problem, you had no clue what he looked like for you had never seen his portrait before, but you agreed to stay attentive nevertheless, staying away from anyone who wore his kingdom colours. You were promised to be shown his portrait as soon as it reached the palace for you to be more conscious of the successive balls you would be attending.

Meaning, you'll just have to guess his identity this particular time.

Soon you were on your way to your carriage, The King, Queen and Prince Heeseung, coming all the way out to see you off, “don't do anything naughty,” Heeseung giggled with a teasing smile causing everyone to laugh and for you to throw your handkerchief at him.

“What do you take me as?” You huffed with a pout, making him laugh even more.

You left Azira with a light heart, your ladies in waiting accompanied you along with guards to ensure safety.

While at Nairid, Jongseong faced the same problem, him being warned about your presence at the said ball without having any portrait to show him your features, only a description, which too wasn’t very particular about your features, nevertheless, he promised to stay alert and left for the ball, as it took a day to reach Lavosta from his kingdom too.

The journey was smooth and you were greeted by Queen Taeyeon of Lavosta as soon as you arrived at your destination, being on your best behaviour, you greeted her with a respectful bow as she gracefully smiled at your beauty, asking about your parents and their health.

Soon you were being escorted to your chamber and were free to rest for the day, taking in the beautiful scenery at the palace.

Jongseong arrived a while later, going through the same procedures, except his chamber was in the opposite direction of the grand palace. To say that everyone was nervous would be an understatement, attending such events meant being judged for even the minute details considering how everyone expects the best from the suitors.

Now that both the big kingdoms had sent their royal heirs, the expectations rose to an even higher level. The talks about your beauty and cleverness were all around the palace along with how Jongseong had a perfect face and appreciating worthy etiquettes.

You had been in your chamber the whole day, resting and calming down your racing heart, also noticing all the differences between your kingdom and here.

When it didn't stop, you decided to take a stroll to the famous rose garden of the palace. It was empty, just as you expected it to be and you were glad to be getting some time out in nature while the stars glistened, you had asked your guards to stay back at the entrance.

After a brief half hour of strolling and blessing your eyes with the prettiest roses you had ever come across, you decided to go back to your chamber. A sudden moment made you halt your steps, you hid your face with your handkerchief, enough to cover your face so that no one would recognize you.

“Is someone out there?” You started speed walking and turned back for a moment to see a stiletto standing there, staring at you with curiosity. That was enough to make you leave.

Prince Jongseong had seen you, or better, the shadowed face of you considering the lack of light during the nighttime.

His curiosity piqued as he didn't expect anyone to be awake this late at night, someone who would look beautiful even in the darkness, someone who’s charm spread all over the place with just their existence.

Soon enough, he left as well, just to look presentable for the big event tomorrow. Exhaustion overtook you both and sleep came to you easily.

The day of the suitors ball had finally arrived, everyone was in a frenzy to ensure that it went by smoothly. You were a nervous wreck, just as your ladies in waiting were. They made sure to get you ready and ensured to not even let a hair out of place, you had to look perfect enough to be every suitor's dream in order to catch the attention of someone who would be beneficial for your kingdom.

As soon as you entered the ball room, all eyes turned to look at you. Few of the reasons being — firstly, you were the only one with a black gown and, secondly, you looked beautiful even with a mask covering half of your face, grace dripping off your movements. Giving them a hesitant smile, you moved inside.

Jongseong made his entrance after a few minutes, you noticed how he was the only one other than you who wore black, and that his mask did nothing to hide his sharp jawline not to mention how his neck had a small heart shaped birthmark, similar to the one on your left clavicle. Your eyes couldn’t leave his figure.

You, being observant, noted how he walked with a perfect posture and his strides were confident, more confident than any other person you saw here. The man made you want to talk to him, approach him.

The royal dance commenced and several royals were quick to approach you for dance, writing their names on your dance card. You politely declined many of them, dancing with only two you found worthy enough as your mind kept wandering back to the guy in black.

He had noticed you too, your bold choice of colour intriguing him enough to muster up his courage to ask you for a dance.

“May I have the honour of dancing with you, my lady?” He asked, not knowing your title of being a princess and you kept it that way.

“I’d be glad to, sir,” you responded with a smile.

He didn't write his name on your dance card, you both did not even as much as ask for each other's name, saying how this anonymity made you both more curious.

He gently held on to your hand, placing his other hand on your waist and pulling you closer, close enough for you to take in his scent.

It was exquisite and unfamiliar.

Not a lot of words were exchanged during the dance, but you didn't fail to notice how light his hold was on your waist, as if he didn't want to cross any boundaries and you were truly grateful for that, but didn‘t stop your heart from beating fast.

“Shall we go for a stroll to the rose garden, my lady?” He offered soon after the melody had concluded.

You hesitated leaving the ball, however, something about this stranger made you want to break your rules just a snitch.

You agreed and made your way out with him.

As you both walked, you suddenly asked, “what should I call you, sire?”

He chuckled softly at your sweet voice and replied, “you can call me Jay, it's not my real name though.”

Only his friends called him Jay and no one else knew about this nickname of his. You nodded, acknowledging this before saying his name out, testing how it rolled off your lips.

“Can I call you queen?” he suddenly asked.

“Queen? Why so?” you asked, slightly confused.

“You have a strong and beautiful aura, which reminds me of how a queen should be,” he explained and it made you smile.

“Then you shall do it,” you said, trying to calm your racing heart.

You both reached a bench and sat down, gazing at the night sky. You removed your mask softly and Jay turned to look at you, mesmerized how elegant you looked even in the dim light of the night sky, your face lighting up in the moonlight.

“You're beautiful,” he blurted out without realizing what he said.

You laughed and thanked him, it made you feel better about yourself. Soon enough he removed his mask too and god he was beautiful.

“You look divine,” you spoke and he thanked the night for hiding his blush before he thanked you for the compliment.

And then you talked about your likes and dislikes, favourite colours and hobbies but never once came the topic of kingdoms.

A part of you both knew that maintaining anonymity could cause you to never meet again but you both promised to attend the yearly ball taking place just two weeks after this one. The ball which the public is allowed to attend too.

You decided that you liked him, he made you feel at ease, he felt the same but you both decided to keep these newfound feelings to yourself for now. The rest of the ball was spent the same way and you wouldn't change it for the world. Soon it was time to leave.

“I'll wait for you,” Jay said, looking forward to the next ball.

“I'll be there,” you promised. He bent down slightly, looking into your eyes with a soft glint before he gave you a small peck on your forehead, soon shying away. That's how you bid each other goodbye, butterflies filling up your lower abdomen.

All the time on your way back, you kept thinking about him, excited to tell your parents about him. Your ladies in waiting teased you for falling so fast but you didn't care. You felt happy.

Jay felt attached already, he felt that you'd become a great queen for him not just because he liked you, but he knew how intelligent you were from the conversations you had. It was no secret that both of you were attracted to knowledge, a small smile on his face as he looked at the beauty of trees outside from his carriage.

When you reached Azira, you told your parents and Prince Heeseung all about the ball, they were happy for you but your mother had a bad feeling about this, which she hid behind her smile.

Heeseung jokingly called you stupid for not asking his name and you agreed a bit on that part.

A few days had passed by, you were indulged in your daily work and classes as a princess. Your lady in waiting informed you that Prince Jongseong's portrait had reached your palace, now you would finally know who to stay away from. A bad feeling made you want to not go and check the same, but you did so for your safety as you reached your chamber and asked your lady in waiting to show you the said portrait.

You froze as you saw Jay's face on it. Putting the puzzle together, you finally understood how big of a mistake you had made, hand on your mouth as you stood there sadly.

Did he know you? Did he do it on purpose? Disappointment overtook you and yet you didn't want to blame him before knowing his side of the story, you couldn‘t understand why you felt this way, especially when you had met him only once before.

Maybe you were worried about this being a plan, or a betrayal, but the sincerity you saw in his eyes that day said otherwise.

You sighed, asking your lady in waiting to prepare a bath for you as you needed something which would help you relax.

Meanwhile at Nairid, Prince Jongseong had already seen your portrait a day before you saw his portrait. His heart was heavy, he never once considered you to be from Azira, for he was told that people from your kingdom were ones who are rude and boastful, and he had already made plans to make you his queen. He decided to confront you about this during the next ball, unsure if you would come or not.

Your mom figured out that the guy you met was Prince Jongseong due to your recent dull aura. As a queen and a mother, she called you over, holding you close and later, asking you to get over him before leaving, telling you how this relationship cannot ever be successful.

“He’s from a completely different world, Y/N, I’m sorry,” she said before letting you go and attend the ball which you had been waiting for, while also being nervous about it.

With a shaky breath, you got inside your carriage for the ball. You weren't sure if he would attend. Nor were you sure of what you'd say if you meet him there. Many princes had sent you proposals after the suitors' ball but you turned all of them down without second thoughts, only one man being in your heart.

Jongseong arrived on the day of the ball so you couldn't meet him before that. Your eyes searching for him since the day you had arrived, gulping when you didn‘t see him, relieved and sad at the same time, however, you had to control your emotions if you were to find him.

On the day of the ball, you took your sweet time in getting ready for the same, drawing everyone’s eyes again, face on display for the public to see as you bowed down slightly when the announcer announced your title to the ball.

He had spotted you instantly, learning your name and his eyes fixated on your figure, which this time wore a royal blue gown, your kingdom’s colour. While he wore emerald green, his own kingdom’s colour.

“Princess Y/N, can we talk for a moment?" He approached you almost instantly, gaining attention from others as they murmured about the two of you being together despite the differences in your kingdoms, but he maintained his composure.

You gulped and nodded, excusing yourself from the ladies you were talking to with a nervous smile, not looking into his eyes as you followed him silently.

You both reached the rose garden in a few minutes, “so, Prince Jongseong, I see you know me already,” you started, tone being accusatory.

“I learned about you a few days back when I was shown your portrait, I would not lead you on otherwise, princess,” he explained, sounding sorry.

Him being warned about you made you feel sad, but you had gone through the same thing, which made you realize how you can’t ever be with him.

“I learned about you quite recently as well, I'm disappointed that the circumstances turned out to be this way, Prince Jongseong, I cannot let my kingdom down,” you sighed, forming your sentences carefully.

“I'll take my leave early today, but before leaving, can I ask for something from you, princess?” It was so wrong and he knew it, but he would regret not doing this otherwise, his heart racing, blood rushing to his cheeks as he could not control his emotions anymore.

“What is it that you could want from me, prince?” You questioned, looking into his eyes which made your cheeks heat up.

“A kiss,” he breathed out and your eyes widened.

“I know it's wrong, princess, but I am certain to regret it if I don't kiss you,” he spoke softly.

For the first time in your lives, you both weren't thinking from your minds.

You were thinking from your hearts.

And so you nodded, allowing him to do so with a shaky breath, and soon his lips touched yours in a delicate kiss. That's how both of you lost your first kiss under the dim moonlight, heartbeats in sync with how your lips moved against each other, tingling with the feeling of being so close to each other.

As soon as the kiss broke, you turned away. Not feeling the need to stay at the ball anymore, Jay called out your name in desperation but you didn’t stop, tears forming in your eyes.

You had kissed a man you’d never be able to marry.

Reaching your chamber, you asked your guards and ladies in waiting to get ready to leave and before you knew it, you were returning back to Azira.

Little did you both know that the queen of Lavosta had seen your little escapade from her grand balcony's telescope. An idea formed in her mind to end the rivalry of both the kingdoms once and for all.

Two days after returning from the ball, Prince Jongseong was called to his father's chamber. His father, the king, had an unreadable expression resting on his face.

“Tell me, son. Why does Queen Taeyeon want you to get married to the princess of Azira?” He finally asked.

Jongseong's breath hitched, eyes widening at his father’s question.

“The queen sent a letter, it briefly mentioned that you were spotted with princess Y/N,” he explained. He wasn't disappointed, all the king wanted was for his son to be safe.

“I'm sorry, father,” Jongseong apologized in a whisper.

“It's not your fault son, the queen has ordered you to get married to princess Y/N without thinking how it will affect our kingdom,” he sighed, looking at his queen with a troubled couple expression.

“I will not marry her.” It hurt him to say this, but he wouldn't let the citizens suffer, also remembering how you ran away after he had kissed you, and maybe you wouldn‘t want to see him ever again.

While in your kingdom, you had gotten the same letter and your parents were worried, knowing how this could be harmful for you and your whole kingdom. So, you had decided the same thing, to say no to the proposal laid out by Queen Taeyeon.

Your brother looked at you with a sad face.

“I'm so sorry, Y/N,” your mom said, hugging you.

Now all that was left to decide was how to let the queen know that you had declined the proposal. It would affect your relationship with her kingdom.

You quietly sobbed in your chambers, wanting nothing more than to be with Prince Jongseong, calling yourself stupid for wanting to be so selfish.

A few days later, queen Taeyeon of Lavosta got both letters saying that both kingdoms had declined the proposal. She knew it wouldn't last long, and this would be the outcome.

“Queen,” a guard entered her chambers, bowing down to show respect to the most powerful queen among the three big kingdoms.

“We found out a spy, he revealed a few plans after we forced him to,” he said.

“What is it about?” she asked.

“They’re planning to attack Azira in a few days,” he informed.

Her guards informed her about the speculations of a foreign king planning to attack Azira, telling her about everything he knew and she took her time to plan ways to help her neighbouring kingdom.

She decided to make a profit out of it alongside, knowing exactly who would be willing to help your kingdom.

She got a letter delivered to Nairid for Prince Jongseong. All that was written in the said letter were the words: princess Y/N is in danger, reach to her with your soldiers as soon as you can.

The letter was successful in getting him restless. Even if he had opposed everything about your kingdom, he had fallen for you and he'd most certainly won't let anything happen to you.

So, he told his father, who hesitantly agreed to help him when he saw that the letter came from queen of Lavosta herself, he also knew that Jongseong was intelligent and wouldn't rush his decisions.

He trusted his son.

He sent Jongseong along with an army of guards to help your kingdom. He would have thought of the letter as a filthy prank had it not come directly from queen Taeyeon.

They set off for their journey to Azira as fast as it was possible, Prince Jongseong led the army with speed, riding his horse as his heart raced with the fear that he won‘t be able to see you if he’ll be late by even a second. A determined expression on his face, jaw clenched and eyes sharp.

While in Azira, everything was calm. Too calm to be normal. For a whole day, no one had visited the palace except for the royal family and their workers. The market was shut down and the town was empty, as if everyone knew that something terrible was going to happen.

A day passed by, Prince Jongseong traveled without stopping and was near your kingdom by the time the enemy had attacked, aiming directly for the palace as the others attacked the town. Soon, the whole army of guards were fighting against the enemy soldiers, you and Heeseung helped the guards as you had mastered using the swords and you insisted on helping.

The king and the queen were made sure to be in the safest place surrounded by the most skilled guards.

Yet, the enemies outnumbered your guards as they mercilessly killed people. You had a long scratch on your skilled hand which made it harder for you to keep up, your protective covering was damaged as well.

Soon, you heard a commotion outside the palace, you had no clue as to what it was till you spotted Jay with his soldiers. He had come to help you despite the unfavorable circumstances of your kingdoms. You didn’t get a chance to even smile at the sight before you had to grab your sword again and attack at the enemy coming close to you.

You were distracted, causing another injury on your shoulder blade, thankfully it wasn't enough to potentially injure to the point you would faint. Jay had spotted you, rushing right into the palace to find you and he ran over to you.

“Princess,” he said breathlessly, cupping your cheeks.

“Prince,” you replied, breathless as well, but this interaction was short-lived as you were attacked yet again.

Jay slashed the man in one go, mentally promising himself to not let anyone harm you, eyes dark as he saw your injuries. It went on for a few hours but yours and Jay's army outnumbered their soldiers, winning the war, he never once left your side.

Until Jay saw your father getting targeted by a man who somehow survived the war, he ran and covered your father, the king. The sword pierced right through him, making him go limp in a few seconds.

You let out a scream while Prince Heeseung killed the last man standing, ending the war finally, breathing hard.

Your father was stunned to see Jay giving himself out for him. You pressed your hand on his wound, applying pressure, crying and calling out for the royal medic to tend him. Soon, he was taken into the medic ward, leaving you out. All you could do was pray, pray for him to be fine and alive. Your father sent many medics all over the kingdom to tend to the others who were injured.

Lastly he sent a letter to Nairid, to the king, to let him know that Jay was injured. He wanted to end the war for all now. He would call truce as soon as the other king would arrive here. It had been hours, yet no response from the medics who were busy treating Jay.

You were taken back to your chamber despite your wailing and were made to freshen up, your eyes swollen, body covered in blood and heart breaking as you imagined how Jay would be, as soon as you entered the medic chamber, you saw Heeseung by Jay's limp body.

“He’s alive, just unconscious,” Prince Heeseung informed you and you thanked the gods, a tear sliding down your cheek.

“You should get married to him, you know?” Prince Heeseung said with a smile, approving the relationship.

“Only if he would want to,” you sadly said, not sure of what to expect, “he almost got killed saving us,” you sobbed, looking at him.

Prince Heeseung gave you a sad smile as your parents entered the chamber as well, their little injuries made you even sadder.

“Prince Jongseong, how can we thank him?” your father spoke, asking no one in particular, showing how grateful he's for Jongseong. Yet, he was sad to see him suffering because of him.

He laid there unconscious, still looking like an angel. A day passed by and you never once left his side. You softly kept muttering how thankful you were to him, wiping his face with a soft wet cloth.

“I think I like you, Prince Jongseong,” you whispered, thinking that he wouldn't hear, a feeling of warmth bloomed up in your body as you finally said it out loud.

As soon as you said that, the gates of the chamber opened, revealing Jongseong's father and mother. You bowed down, showing respect to the king and queen of Nairid.

You were quick to apologize for everything that had happened here and to their son, the queen keeping a hand on your shoulder to tell you that it was fine, and you were not at fault.

They made you feel welcome despite the long rivalry your kingdoms had.

They stayed by Jay, deeply worried and sad seeing their future king and son in this state, muttering how proud they are and how brave he is.

They further met your parents, who had come to the chamber as well. explaining the whole story to them, they called in truce even before your father could say a word.

They hugged each other, looking like they've been friends for their whole life and it gave you hope, hope of being with Jay.

They decided to stay at Azira till Jay woke up and soon you were alone with him again in the medic ward. You gently caressed his hair while staring into nothingness.

“So princess Y/N likes me,” suddenly a voice said, scaring you.

You saw that Jay was awake, your eyes widening, a big teasing smile on his face.

Without thinking anything, you hugged him with a shaky breath.

“Ouch!” He let out as his wound was still healing.

“Oh! I'm so sorry,” you said moving back, careful to not hurt him again, he let out a laugh and squeezed you into another hug, making you smile softly as you teared up again, butterflies rising in your stomach, and before you could do much, he was sent to freshen up by the medics, you sat there, waiting for him.

“Are you stupid? Why did you come here? You got injured, Jay–” your little rant ended as he put his hand on your mouth.

You had started complaining as soon as he returned after freshening up.

“Wow, no one has called me stupid before,” he said as if it was an achievement, caressing your cheek slightly, making your stomach tingle.

You sighed, shaking your head and hugged him again with a pout on your lips.

“I like you too princess. I came to ensure your safety. I still have to marry you, you know?” He spoke softly, hoping that you won't reject his proposal.

He wanted to marry you, the mere thought of it made you smile as you leaned back to look at him.

“You want to marry me?” You questioned, staring at him with big doe eyes.

“Only if you allow me to, princess,” he said with a smile, hoping you'd say yes.

“I can never say no to you, prince,” you truthfully said as he captured your lips to his, both of you smiling into the kiss as his hand rested on your waist, his eyes glistening while he looked at your face.

Needless to say, everyone was overjoyed with this news, well, it did take time for citizens of both the kingdoms but they did mend their relationships. And in the blink of an eye came the day of your engagement. Jay had ensured for your attires to look the same as the ones you wore at the masquerade ball, the day you first met, just with different colours.

He looked at you with such pure eyes, holding nothing but adoration for you and only you. After exchanging engagement rings, Jay whispered an “love you” near your ear, making your heart flutter. You subtly whispered “and I love you” back to him causing him to break out into a big smile.

Citizens were happy to see you both jovial together. Your brother kept sending you teasing smiles. Your parents were beaming, matching the smiles of Jay's parents. Lastly, Queen Taeyeon of Lavosta sat there with a proud smirk, she was glad to see you together. Afterall, she was the one to initiate this in the first place.

The ceremony was grand, your eyes going around the venue, trying to capture everything into your memory forever, the reception being even more grand as the royals from all neighbouring kingdoms had come to bless you two with their pure hearts.

“Princess,” Prince Jongseong whispered in your ear when no one was paying attention to you both, enjoying themselves.

“Yes?” You asked softly, a feeling of shyness covering your tone.

He looked at you with adoration, “the gods must really love me,” he spoke, “I prayed for you to be mine, and now, you are my princess,” he whispered.

With your palpitating heart and love filled eyes, you softly said, “I think god loves us both then.”

His eyes widened slightly once he heard you, and he had to use his whole willpower to stop himself from kissing you right then and there.

He couldn’t wait to have you alone with him.

Once the ceremonies were over, you looked over to your parents, saddened by the fact that you won't be living with them anymore.

Prince Jongseong took your hand and placed it on his arm gently, giving you a reassuring smile as you both made your way towards his chamber, your breathing was heavy as you tried not to think about how you would be sharing Prince Jongseong’s chamber with him from now onwards.

“You must be exhausted, princess. You should clean up first,” he suggested, extending his hand towards the door that separated the bathing area.

You were all alone, the water already warm, set perfectly to take bath by the maids who had come priorly to ensure that you both won’t be needing anything else later on.

However, you seemed to have trouble opening the knot of the corset you had worn, leaving you frustrated as you couldn’t ask for help from anyone else.

With heated cheeks, you called out for the prince.

Prince Jongseong hadn’t expected that you would call out for him, and so, he rushed into the bathing chambers to check whether you required any help.

“Yes, princess?” He asked, breathless once he looked at your hair, which were no longer in a bun, only the accessories still decorated them, his heartbeat rose at your next words.

“Could you please help me take this off?” You asked softly, brushing your hair away from your back to show him the knot.

He came closer, his warm fingers rested on your bare arm as the other one pulled on the string, loosening your corset until it was fully off. His warm breath fanned your neck, his deep voice taking your name in a soft whisper.

“Tell me to go, princess, or else I won’t be able to control myself,” he said, face red and eyes on your figure, which was just in a thin white slip.

You had never felt this way before, your knees felt weak and you did not wish for the price to leave.

“Don’t go,” you whispered out, turning to look at him, “please?”

“Come here,” he said, guiding you towards the royal bath tub.

You did not remove your slip as you walked down the stairs and into the warm water, goosebumps covering your skin at the pleasurable feeling.

You sat down with a low sigh leaving your lips, eyes opening to look at your prince, chest rising up and down once you saw him unbuttoning his blazer, taking off all his clothes.

With a gasp, you looked away, not wanting to invade his privacy and look at him. You were flustered, an indescribable feeling rose up in your lower abdomen.

He soon got into the water, coming close to you. You could see the scars from the battle on his perfectly sculpted body when you turned towards him, the water covering his stomach. His arms flexed when he extended them, calling you in to be in his arms.

Your steps were slow, and his eyes dropped down to see your wet white slip sticking to your body, revealing everything to him, causing him to groan and pull you closer by the waist.

“Do you have any clue how long I’ve wanted you all to myself?” He asked, his fingers on your chin making you look up to him and gulp.

He could have sworn you were the prettiest person he had ever laid his eyes on, your innocent and shy gaze made him go crazy.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, “because if you say yes now, then I won’t be able to stop later.”

“Yes,” you breathed out.

In the span of a millisecond, he leaned forward and his lips were on yours. He tasted exactly like the cherry wine you had earlier, your hand on his chest keeping you stable before he deepened the kiss, titling your head so softly as his tongue tasted your mouth, humming and swirling his tongue around yours.

He leaned back for a second to look at your expression, he was mesmerized, thumb caressing your cheek before he made you both sit down, placing you on his lap, the water reaching your neck as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“I wanted you from the day I saw you, princess,” he whispered, kissing your jaw softly, holding your waist tighter.

“I’ve prayed so much to have you,” you confessed, breathing hard as you shifted on his lap, feeling his length between your thighs.

A soft sigh left your lips, his lips never leaving yours, his hands slowly moving up to touch and get familiar with every inch of your body.

He helped you get out of your slip, breath hitching as he took in your appearance, all wet and naked, breathing hard as you tried to get close to him. He wanted you.

Pulling you up, he did not waste a second before he touched your breasts, kissing and giving them all his attention. Your eyes closed shut at the sensation, soft whines leaving your lips as your hand rested on the back of his head.

“Want you,” you moaned.

“Let me know if it hurts,” he said, cupping your face, “look at me.”

He picked you up by your waist, positioning himself so that you’re just above his tip, your eyes never left his as you slowly sinked down on his cock, stretching your hole as you clenched around him, eyes closing as you felt it all.

He pulled you in a rushed kiss, slowly helping you move up and down, both of you breathing hard as you leaned your forehead against his, gripping on the hair on his nape, noses touching while you breathed the same air.

You leaned in, slowly kissing on his supple skin as you continued with your movements, his breathy groans sounding like melody to you.

His face had a look of euphoria, lower lip bitten when he pulled you in closer, moving his hips in sync with yours, the water felt warmer now, the area steamy and you could only focus on the man in front of you.

He dug his fingers deeper into your waist, helping you move up and down as your lips left noises of pleasure.

“I cannot believe you’re mine,” he breathed, stunned by your beauty and how dizzy it made him feel.

“I’ve always wanted to be yours,” you replied, eyes full of love as he held you closer when you clenched around him, thighs shaking and your high was near.

Jay couldn’t help but kiss your lips again, as if he was obsessed with them, obsessed with you.

Loud whines and deep groans filled the bathing area as you and him chased your high, him pulling you into his arms to calm down, tracing your spine and kissing your shoulder softly while you wrapped your arms around him and snuggled closer.

“I love you, princess,” he confessed, causing you to move back to look at him.

Tears filled your eyes with the amount of happiness that surged through you with his sentence.

“I love you too, prince,” you said, capturing his lips in a slow, sweet kiss.

And to end this royally, it was safe to say that they lived happily ever after.

THANK YOU FOR READING <3

#fic : rewrite the stars #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #jay smut #kpop smut #romance #smut #jay hard hours #enhypen imagines #enhypen fanfiction #park jay smut #jake smut #heeseung smut #sunghoon smut

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littlemissmanga · 1 year

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Hiiiiii friend

Could I get a #2 with Tech for the spicy drabble pls ?

👉🏻👈🏻

Send me a number and a clone and I'll write a spicy 200 word drabble.

I am so sorry this took me to long, friend. I went too hard too fast with these drabbles and I lost my creative spark and needed a breather.

Thank you for your patience, and for sending me a lovely Tech request <3 I hope this satisfies.

Pairing: Tech x Reader

Request: “That is the most attractive thing I have ever seen in my life.”

W/C: 237

Warnings: Spice/smut/lemon/whatever we're calling it these days, no touching and no physical interaction though, bondage (reader), slight dom!Tech

Divider by @samspenandsword

“There, that should do it.” As usual, his statement was meant mostly for his own benefit, however he’d be lying if he didn’t acknowledge your reaction to his words. You always were so sensitive to that sort of thing.

And he wanted you sensitive.

Stepping back, Tech took his time taking in each part of your body that has been delicately wrapped in crisscrossing silk by his meticulous hands.

Your arms were secured by a single strip behind the headrest, lifting your torso. The luxurious material then cupped under your breasts as if to hold them up further for inspection, with a different strip running down your sternum in between. Offshoots wove from that center to wrap around each hip, winding down to your knee, where the silk then diverged to tie off against the legs of his pilot’s chair, keeping your legs wide apart and revealing your sex to him.

There, spread open and exposed by his intricate design, you were a gift, one just for his indulgence.

“You are the most attractive thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He spoke slow and soft, enunciating each word so the weight of his sincerity would consume you.

You squirmed, affected as always when his voice would rasp with desire, and a smirk crawled over his lips as he settled himself in the co-pilot's chair, his hand reaching to cup himself gently.

“Shh, darling. Settle down. I’ll take care of you in a moment. But first, I want to enjoy this masterpiece.”

#tbb tech x reader #tech x reader #clone thirsting #thanks for the ask!#sorry it took so long but I'm glad I waited #this came out so much better than my first few attempts #tbb fanfic #the bad batch

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maple-writes · 1 year

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WHG 20 - The Train Ride

WHG tag list: @concealeddarkness13 @ratracechronicler @pen-of-roses @grailfish @forthesanityofsome @pied-piper-of-hamlet (let me know if I forgot anyone! and no pressure)

Featuring @concealeddarkness13 's Ares!

They must have thought I wasn’t the kind to cause trouble because they dropped me off inside our district’s train section and left. I wasn’t sure they’d even locked the door behind them, closing it without any hint of a click or mechanisms whirring within. It seemed they’d taken me as the kind to not try and escape, and they were right.

The carpet, plush and soft, sunk under my footsteps as I wandered down the length of the main cabin. Tables were set along the sides with trays of pastries, appetizers, and food I’d never seen before in my life and couldn’t begin to decipher. The carpet and soft couches muffled the clink of fine ceramic plates as I gingerly picked one up. It was about time for lunch anyway. If they were going to pull me from my life and send me to die, I might as well enjoy whatever fancy dishes they laid out for me. I’d had enough time to starve later.

I picked one of almost everything I could fit on the plate and took a seat at the table next to even more platters. The tables were all polished, solid wood intricately carved with designs circling the outer edges. I didn’t want to think about how much each would have cost.

The cushions on the chairs weren’t even that comfortable. They looked fancy, all silken with embroidered patterns but not enough to actually cushion a seat. Better than standing though. I picked at the most familiar of the samples, what looked like a lemon tart with a too-perfect swirl of whipped cream. The whipped cream could have been better, but the lemon curd itself was sweet and tangy, and I wished I had tasted it sooner so I could find out who catered it and I could have...

I could have suggested them for Striker’s wedding.

Not anymore.

On top of everything, I was going to miss his wedding. I could only hope I didn’t ruin that for him too.

The train door opened, and two peacekeepers dumped the pheonix girl into the car, shutting and locking the door quickly behind her. She shot them a glare before collapsing into one of the over-stuffed armchairs.

“This sucks, doesn’t it?”

She didn’t sound out of the ordinary, but something... There was still something I couldn’t put my finger on that wasn’t quite right.

I nodded though, because she was right. “Yeah, sure does.” Between picking up what looked like a miniature quiche, I watched her as she sat. Nothing looked out of place, but something, almost like a whisper, seemed to drift outwards from her. “The peacekeepers don’t seem to like you very much do they?”

She gets up just enough to stretch and reach a strawberry tart from the table before sinking back down into her chair. “I was one of them, so I guess I pissed them off.” She took a bite, and then another, hardly finishing before casually adding, “Not to mention I could kill them all in an instant.”

“Oh.” I blinked, catching myself a second before choking on what was left of a chocolate brownie. “You look young for a peacekeeper, what made you leave?” I didn’t want to know whether she had been exaggerating or not about killing them all, but a gnawing hunch told me she wasn’t. It would be too much of a coincidence, her claim, transformation, and the way the whirring of the engines seemed almost to form words just barely incomprehensible ever since she had arrived.

“They’re bastards who want to use me.” She leaned over again, snatching a poppyseed loaf and stuffing the entire piece in her mouth. “What about you?” Her words muffled until she swallowed. “How’d you get roped into this? I kind of zoned out during the reaping.”

I shrugged. Doubtful she really zoned out, she seemed pretty zoned in during it. “Honestly it’s already hard to remember for me too. Guess I’m just unlucky though.” It was easier than having to recount everything. Easier to pretend I’d forgotten the heat and the strain and the fear and the look in Dylan’s eyes, in Striker’s, Argent.... I swallowed and looked up at her. “What was that all about, anyway, the transformation you did back there?”

She shifted, eyes falling to her hands. “Its this magic they gave me. I thought it was to get revenge on someone who caused my district to be destroyed and everyone I love to be killed, but they were lying to me. They want me to be some kind of fucked up vessel for a fucked up god.”

Oh. I sat up and leaned in just a little. Now this was starting to make sense. “Can you tell me more about this god?”

She grimaced. “They’re this creepy, perfectly preserved corpse the Capitol found deep underground, and now they’re talking in my head.”

That would explain the near-whispers, sub-audible even from across the table. I frowned. Something speaking within a person, wasn’t usually a good sign. Especially not if the host described them the way she did. “Do you feel it’s attached to you somehow?”

She frowned, leaning away. “I don’t know. I know the magic I have is theirs and the Capitol were using my ability to use it as the gauge of whether I could become a good vessel or not.”

I stepped back. She’d probably had enough people pushing her around today if the peacekeepers were any indication. I crouched down, closer to her eye level. “Is it distressing?”

She nodded. “They always talk to me. And they give me nightmares.”

There must have been some part, something that had taken root inside her for this god to be able to affect her so closely. Either nightmares or hearing it taunt her alone might not have met the criteria for something like possession, but both… And the intention to take her as a vessel… It wasn’t a situation that would get better on it’s own.

“Do you want me to try and get rid of it?”

She blinked, watching me as if seeing me for the first time. “You can?”

“Well, I can’t promise anything but I can try.” I smiled. She didn’t need to know that I had never really dealt with a god before, but here, on a one-way train ride, what was there to lose? “I’m an exorcist, so if it’s anything like a possession I might be able to help. My name is Asher, by the way.”

“I’m Ares.” She, Ares, frowned, tilting her head. “Sorry. But yes, please. I want this bastard gone.”

I nodded. This was something I could do. Even if I’d left nothing but mourning at home, maybe I could help at least one more person before I died. “I’ll give it a shot. Does it know I’m going to do this, or will it be surprised?”

“They’re laughing at you, so I guess they do.”

“Probably not a good sign…” There were red flags I should be heeding. The being was a god. I hadn’t spent nearly enough time evaluating the situation, evaluating what I was dealing with. I didn’t know what a god really was. This being thought I was laughable and they may be right.

Ares sighed. “Probably not, so if you don’t want to risk it, I understand.”

I shrugged, leaning in closer. “Something else will probably kill me later if this doesn’t so I might as well.” It might even be better, to die here where everyone at home wouldn’t have to see it happen. “Hold still please.”

I reached forward, fingers brushing over her collar bone. Something shifted, fluid and molasses-like and snaked around her bones and blood tight but—

I caught an edge and closed my fist. It pulled but didn’t give, clinging tight, tight and lodged deep inside, spread through bone and muscle and blood.

Child of a demon loud, echoing, louder than the traink louder than the reaping speakers, what do you hope to achieve in fighting against a god?

I snarled, head buzzing and ears ringing, but quickly found a grin tugging at my face. Did they think they could phase me? That I didn’t know exactly what I was? That it would be so easy? “Why, are you afraid I might win?”

This is just one portion of my consciousness. Even if you succeed in this, you won’t kill me, child.

“I don’t need to,” I tightened my grip, knuckles white as my heart beat and beat and beat. The god, the being, it burned hot and sharp through my palm and up my arm and into my blood as my heart beat and and my ears rang and my lungs burned.

I lurched forward, jaws parted and my teeth sharp, “I will be there to tear you once again from flesh and bone.” I’d taken worse. I’d killed worse. My arm shook, my heart skipped, my veins burned as magic, whatever magic this god held raced through Ares to me, faster, sharper, louder.

She’s mine. Nothing you can do will stop that. Her soul will be destroyed no matter what.

I growled, looming over her, teeth hovering over my shaking hand, the god thrashing and clinging tight to whatever it could. My hand ached, the skin burned, but I had it. I had it in my grip. I had it and it didn’t know what it was up against.

“Do you think I’m so easily discouraged?”

You’re a feeble mortal. You can’t win, child.

Ares said something but I couldn’t hear her. Couldn’t hear her over the voice of the god booming in my head, ringing loud in my ears, the pounding of my heart beating against my ribs in haphazard desperation to keep going, to beat and beat and beat again and again.

My face wrenched and I curled my hand. “You don’t know anything about me, do you?”

The god waved for just a second and I pulled, tearing it, severing it from the roots it laid through her body, cells, marrow and bones and deeper. I ducked down, snapping it in my jaws with a crack that ran up into my skull. Fire coated my mouth, my throat, as I swallowed, hunched over with eyes shut tight and sweat dripping down my neck.

My heart skipped, thumping wrong and hard and it was gone.

I lay on the carpet, plush and soft on my back. My chest heaved and my lungs ached as I fought for air, my heart racing fast, too fast in my ears. Shivers ran up and down my skin and I stared wide eyed at the ceiling. Ares moved in the corner of my eyes, and her mouth moved but all I could hear was the sharp ring in my ears drowning out all but my own heart.

With a shaking hand I offered her a weak thumbs up.

The heat faded, evaporated with the sweat coating my skin and seeping away into the carpet and away into the body of the train. The ringing faded, slowly, until the gentle hum of the train tracks returned and my heart remembered it’s rhythm. My head spun as I sat up braced on shaking arms. My stomach turned and my vision wavered just a moment.

“Did I get it all?” My own voice sounded far away.

“I can’t feel them.” Ares paused, then grinned. “I don’t have my magic anymore! They’re gone!”

“Oh good.” I smiled a little, half laughing, half coughing. “Not sure I could do that again for a while at least.” It’d been a long time since something sent me straight to the ground like this.

Ares shrunk back. “I’m sorry. Please don’t do that again for me. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Hm?” I twisted, spine cracking as I moved. Right. If I felt this way, it probably looked a lot worse. “Oh no, don’t worry about it. I probably should have warned you that it can sometimes look pretty rough.” Usually though there weren’t gods, and they didn’t cling quite so hard or hold such wild, hardly restrained magic. “I’ll admit that was… hard, but I’ll be alright.”

I’d done worse, all things considered.

“I’m sorry. But thank you. Primary was terrible.”

So that was their name. Should have asked if they had a name before starting. Ginger would have my head for that one. I pushed up off the ground, wincing as nausea coiled in my stomach and rose just shy of too high. My head floated as I sunk into one of the couches, limbs heavy rock.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Seemed pretty condescending.”

“They made me dream of them killing me over and over.” Ares mumbled, almost too quiet for me to hear, everything dampened and muffled.

I let my eyes wander up to the ceiling and glaze over. “You must be pretty tough then, to endure that so long and not give in.”

“They’re so fucking greedy.” A plate, or maybe a knife, clinked as Ares probably found another snack. “They’ve been alive for thousands of years and they want to cut mine off when I haven’t even experienced two decades? Fucking rude.”

Putting it lightly. “What a bastard. I’m honestly surprised they didn’t go after me when they had the chance. For some reason it seems they’re dead set on you in particular.” If they really were looking for a body to steal anyway, without some extra motivation that maybe Even Ares didn’t realize.

“I heard the Capitol gave a lot of people the magic, and everyone failed at being able to be a vessel except me.”

I frowned. This being tried to take others and couldn’t take hold, but passed up a half occupied vessel? “Strange. Most beings seem to know I should be easy to take a hold of and try and possess me, so it’s odd that a being looking for a mortal body to use didn’t jump on that.” They were a god though. “Unless they knew better I guess.” They might have been smarter than I thought.

Ares frowned, looking over at me in the corner of my vision. “What do you mean, they knew better?”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Might have known better than to assume I wouldn’t know how to resist.” Maybe they knew I was more than I appeared. “Hard to tell though.”

“How… Would you resist?” Ares blinked. “I don’t know anything about that.”

“There are a few ways to do it, blocking a spirit or demon or being from taking over your body. Sometimes it’s easiest when you’re just starting out to focus on specific parts instead of everything at once.” I sat up a little bit, wincing at the stiffness in my back and the heaviness tugging at my eyes. “For example, if you’re not able to keep control over everything try and focus on limbs and try to do the opposite of what you will be compelled to do. Like if it tries to throw a punch make a point of holding you arm behind you. Even if it takes over your voice and you say things that should never be said, if you can keep control over some other part of your body and minimize the damage you’re in a better place than if not.” I leaned back again, fighting against letting my eyes fall shut. “Of course, its easier said than done.”

She blinked again, as if she’d never thought it was possible. “Wow. That’s cool! They haven’t tried to take control, I don’t know if they can, but that’s good advice.”

“It helps to be confident, which you already seem to be.” This time I failed to keep my eyes closed, sliding shut as the fuzzy drift of sleep started to creep into my head. “And if you’re not lie so they don’t hear it from you that you aren’t.”

“I’ve already been talking shit to them, so I’ve got that down.”

Sounded about right for her. I gave her another thumbs up, thoughts slowing faster than I could catch them. The overstuffed couch drew me further in, and I wasn’t sure if Ares said anything else as sleep caught me, lulled by the low rumble of the train and the drain on my body.

#whg 20 #Asher Sang #Ares #nothing like a surprise exorcism.

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shifuto · 1 year

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for the character ask game: 23, 2, and 20 for III :3

Character ask game! send me more

thank you ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡ I'll also do most of them because I love him so much \o/

My first impression of them: his character design is fantastic, his deck is nice and his voice and personality and everything is very good too <3 a lasting first impression!

When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like): I loved him from the moment I saw him, and even more with the whole tragic backstory hahaha

How many people I ship them with: Yuma, Ryoga, Astral, probably more if I stop to think about it??

My favorite ship of them: YUMA!! They just look so nice together, how to not love it?

Your favorite outfit of them: his "default" outfit is great

Describe the character in one sentence: intriguing

What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character? a history nerd, collection addicted with a friendly and loving personality

Sexuality hc! he's a gay man (but flexible so.. pan/gay or something?)

Your favorite friendship they have: Yuma, his brothers

A childhood headcanon: he fed things he ate to the dog (so you can imagine when he tried chocolate - he was stopped before anything happened)

How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc): not very different than how he is? I guess he would pester his brother with questions because he's been always so curious

The most random ship you've seen people have with them: I don't know?! I'm kinda curious if anyone has any odd III ships send them my way O_O

A weird headcanon: he's into astrology and other mystical/spiritual things because of the intricate lore and rituals

When do you think they were at their happiest? when his dad was saved/redeemed

When do you think they were at their lowest? probably when Tron forced him and his brothers to do all those cruel things?

Future headcanon: of course he will do something related to history, probably researching. I imagine he would write books too

What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone? ah that's a funny one.. he never needed to come out as gay because his family is open-minded BUT he was scared when he dated a girl briefly (because he wasn't sure how everyone would react XD)

When do you think they acted the most ooc: all the times he acted mean to be honest. Even though it fits him, I feel like those are things that have to be "forced" out of him (since he will not be angry or sad without a very strong reason, for example)

When do you think they were being "themselves" the most? when he's nerding about his passions. I'm so glad we got to see it in the show

The most unnecessary thing they ever did? ugh ok so I guess he really regretted what he did to Astral (episode 49) and then he basically offered himself to Yuma - "unable to replace Astral" his own words. the whole scene is really bittersweet and also bothered me a little (episode 111)

The funniest scene they had? his convo with Yuma in episode 46 was endearing

#anonymous #ask

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aimfor-theheart · 1 year

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🌷 send this to ten bloggers you think are wonderful. keep the game going! 🌷

okay, don't come at me for sending this unprompted and especially after never confessing my undying love for your writings - i know, I KNOW how important feedback is and that it can help brighten days... and since reciving the above message spontaneously and rather undeservingly has brought a rwy of sunshine into my heart, i took it as incentive to let you know how unabashedly, allencompassing and wholeheartedly i adore you and what you put out into the world in your works!

cielo, you have such a gift and more importantly talent to wield words and capture souls!

a gift, because whatever your mind conjures for your storylines and topics comes from a place deep within yourself and an understanding of life and humanity, from a place of sincere emotion and widespread observation not many people are able to tap into

and talent, because you manage to capture the essence of those innermost parts of human beings so magnificently in your prose, portray scenes and interactions so vividly and strikingly beautiful, convey so much in every sentence it in turn reaches your readers on an innermost level

your stories and characterisations feel so intimate, so intricate in their design yet are nothing but the face value of what life and being human is.. i believe that people who are able to convey troublesome emotions on a poignant level well in their works/arts are able to do so because they themselves feel and/or felt them intimately themselves, and that if they have turned those emotions into a well-fabricated craft it speaks for their unapologetic vulnerability and ability to work through the tough parts of what life throws at them, it speaks of their strength and bravery - to me those people are the most beautiful there are... i hope i am not overstepping here, i just sense a form of sophistification from pain in your works and i cannot help but adore it

like our most beloved fictional characters you portray so breathtakingly well, those that know suffering and loss, the broken ones we cannot help but admire and feel for, those who we wish to be able to care for and dream of having care about us, like those characters you yourself are also a piece of kintsukuroi art - having become more beautiful for having been broken by life and for having mended yourself.. for showing the golden cracks of your past experiences in your works and vulnerable moments, you are a piece of art to be marvelled at, and i am marvelling

there, i spat it out 🖤

i’ve been sitting on this ask all day and rereading it and trying to even begin a way to express what i feel because of it.

gonna put this under a cut so it doesn’t get super long on the dash <3

i’m incredibly moved by this—for a lot of reasons, but beginning with, you received that message first and then jumped and thought of me. bro what!!!!!!! that’s so incredibly achey and sweet of you. it makes me sit here and go like this ☹️💕💕💕💕💕💕 you felt a ray of sunshine in your heart and it has extended onto me!!! now i bask in that light!!!

next, i just want to say wow. and thank you so so so so much.

i feel so strangely seen lol.

or….i guess it’s like…incredibly validating!!

all i have ever strived to do in my art is capture the human experience!! it’s why i love acting so much!! it’s why i love writing!! it’s why i love stories. since the moment i learned to read and write, since the moment i could get up and move and speak and sing and dance, i’ve been doing it. i’ve loved doing it. and later i’ve realized it’s because it’s so human. and i’ve gotten to tailor those interests and sharpen those skills and really dig into why i love it and it’s just exactly as you say—it’s so human.

and it’s something i’ve always reached for is just heart! and soul! of humans!!!

i also think i’ve always needed writing. art. stories. i’ve needed to create them, does that make sense? i could never not write. i could never not create. i feel like it has to come out or it’ll sit inside me and rot. i’m just glad i’ve found such wonderful people to share it with me.

you’re not overstepping!! i’ve certainly been through tough times but i figure we all have? i don’t consider my pain or struggle in life different or worse, if that makes sense? i don’t consider my knowledge of struggle any grander than anyone else’s.

mostly i think the secret to life is loving and being loved. especially during the tough times. and this looks different and is different for everyone. and i think good stories tell us this in all sorts of ways; through heartbreak or triumph or battle or fear or desire or joy.

idk how to explain it other than life is hard and love is there. life is also wonderful and love is still there. and that’s what i strive to find in stories!!

honestly i cannot believe you would compare me to kintsukuroi art…..i consider myself just some guy!!! having a good time writing!!! and sharing some w some pals online!!! but nevertheless, i’m deeply grateful and can’t express what it means to me.

don’t know how to explain it but this message came to me right when i was feeling a little wobbly or nervous about my storytelling abilities in life—not that i felt dismayed. but i’d been telling myself “deep breath, do the work” over and over again which simply means i’ve felt overwhelmed!!

i’m seriously going to cherish this message. i appreciate it so so so much—i appreciate you taking the time to read my work and then come to me and tell me this.

thank you thank you thank you

#i’m sorry if i rambled!!!!#i’m just so appreciative #i can’t express it #i wanted to actually speak with you and not just give you a quick thank you!! lol #so i’m sorry if it was a little long winded #i hope you’re doing well #i hope you know how kind of a message this is #i hope it comes back to you doubly #thank you #cielo chats!

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borathae · 2 years

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↳ Index [Snippet #29 - Doodles]

“When Jungkook doodles on your back.”

Genre: domestic Fluff

Warnings: casual nudity but it’s not sexual, kissies, they are so CUTE

Wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: just something short and sweet because i miss them :( also this is a hundred percent a regular thing between those two 🥺🧡

It was a warm summer's night. The opened swing doors let in the smell of ocean salt and the sound of crickets. Your shirts have been off for quite some time as the weather was just too hot for clothes and on your coffee table a finished plate of snacks is waiting to be cleaned up.

Inside you have your vinyl player playing, because Jungkook insisted that using it is peak romance and "tonight is all about romance".

It didn’t actually start off as a romantic evening. You were merely discussing the new tattoo you are planning on getting (Jungkook will do it obviously) when Jungkook had the brilliant idea of practicing its placement.

It started off innocent. Jungkook got the finished sketch while you took off your shirt to make space for him.

Your tattoo was supposed to go on your upper back. Your shoulder blade to be more exact. You told Jungkook to design something related to the coast and he did. Around three inch in size and with the most intricate of details. You loved it instantly.

Jungkook then spent a good hour recreating the tattoo on your back, working quietly while you were shivering in relaxation. Back scratches are your weakness after all.

Romance soon however began seeping into the evening. The tattoo was finished but the desire to doodle remained.

Jungkook put on music and together you created your little snuggle spot on the floor on top of your cuddle blankets and with too many pillows to count.

Jungkook got his skin safe doodle pencils, which he got solely for drawing on your body and then the fun began. He doodled on your back while you relaxed and shivered each time he brushed over an especially sensitive spot and every now and then you could listen to Jungkook sing to one of the songs. It was the perfect evening, it really was.

Almost your entire back is covered by now, serving as a canvas for the most beautiful artworks ever. You haven’t seen them yet, but this was your husband you were talking about here and his doodles are always the most beautiful ever.

"Oh no", Jungkook whispers.

"Messed up?"

"Mh-hm yeah."

Jungkook fixes his mistake by wetting his thumb and wiping your skin. You don’t mind the feeling, not with how nasty the two of you are during your wilder times. A little bit of his spit can’t disgust you.

"What were you drawing?" you ask him.

"Just some flowers, but the stem looks weird. I gotta redo it."

His thumb leaves your skin. He wipes you dry with the help of his pointer finger and then begins drawing again.

The pencil is soft on your skin, sending an enjoyable shiver over your skin. His hand is warm, dancing over your body in snych with the patterns he draws. Every now and then you can feel the tickle of his fingertips as he outlines what he drew to check for any mistakes.

You relax in a sigh.

"Honestly Koo, I could fall asleep just like this", you mumble.

"You know you can, I’ll keep you safe."

"You're talking as if we're in some life or death situation."

"You never know. Maybe a bear randomly appears while you sleep. What then? You’d be happy to have me."

"Really?" you are already snickering in preparation for his silly joke.

"Yeah, cause I’ll be fighting it."

"Of course", you cackle, "cause you'd be able to fight a bear."

"Don't underestimate me. I fought many bears before."

"Did you now?"

"Yeah. There was this one time where Yoongi, Tae and I were camping in the woods and then a bear snuck into our camp and I had to fight it."

"Wow, that sounds dangerous. How come you never told me about that?"

"Because I didn’t wanna worry you."

"Ah I see, obviously", you say, grinning, "you doofus."

"Hey", Jungkook complains and slaps your ass.

"Ah", you gasp, "what the heck babe, that was really strong. My butt hurts now."

"That's what you get", he says, rubbing your butt as an apology, “sorry.”

You send him an annoyed glance, rolling your eyes.

"You'll get that back", you murmur, snuggling back into the pillows.

Jungkook snickers boyishly and returns to drawing his pretty flower.

It will be the last piece of the painting. Jungkook wants to continue, but your back physically has no space left anymore. So he sadly has to make this flower the last doodle, if he wants to or not.

He finishes the stem with a little swirl.

"Done", he says and traces the finished drawing with his thumb.

"Wait. Like done done?"

"Yeah, your back's covered all over."

You huff out air, "I'm sad, I want more."

"Same, but wait”, he slaps your ass again, “I'll take a picture.”

And with that he gets up and hurries to get your polaroid camera.

“Stop slapping my ass, you idiot!” you call after him.

He returns after a moment, “sorry that you’ve got such a yummy peach just out and about. I can’t resist”, he says and sits down on the back of your thighs.

You laugh because he is so silly and stupid and you love him so much.

"Hold still", he says, guiding the camera to his eye.

The flash goes up, the shutter clicks then the purring of the camera printing out the picture.

Jungkook takes it, shakes it twice and places it on the blanket.

"And?"

"Can’t tell yet. It’s developing", he says, lifting his hips so you could flip on your back.

He sits back down, resting his weight on your crotch.

"Stay like this", he says, lifting the camera.

"Kook, I’m not even wearing a shirt", you complain in a giggle, covering your boobs with the help of your hand.

“So? Put your hands away I wanna have boobies”, he says, tugging at your wrist whilst looking through the camera.

“Urgh fine”, you give in, intertwining your fingers with him.

Click.

Jungkook's face reappears. He is grinning brightly.

"You're so pretty", he says, placing the picture next to the first one.

"I am?"

“Yeah so pretty”, he says, leaning down to press a big smooch on each of your boobs. Then a kiss on your left collarbone and a little bite to your shoulder.

“Mhm Koo feels good.”

He hums softly and kisses your neck in a way that it would tickle.

You giggle, fighting him off with a little push.

“Don’t it tickles.”

“Baby”, he coos and chases you.

“Koo please”, you squeak, cackling.

Jungkook chuckles and rolls off your lap to cuddle into your side. You shift and wiggle to find your perfect snuggle position, fighting each other with giggles in your chests because Jungkook is still trying to tickle you. You end up with Jungkook’s arm under your head while you are facing him in the end.

“You’re the worst”, you mumble.

"You're the prettiest", he says, pecking your forehead.

"So are you", you tell him, melting closer.

Your eyes meet. You kiss each other’s lips in a quick peck, feeling tingly. He pulls back with a smile, tracing your cheek with his fingertips.

"Should we take a picture?" you suggest.

"Yeah? Like in a selfie?"

"Mh-hm, we didn’t take selfies in ages."

"We didn’t. Okay, come here baby let's take a pic."

You and him squish against each other. Cheek against cheek while Jungkook is lifting the camera up.

You smile, as does Jungkook.

The flash goes off, the shutter clicks and the camera gives you the picture.

"Another one", Jungkook says and turns his head to smooch your cheek.

"Kook", you squeak in happiness, smiling oh so brightly.

Jungkook takes a picture of that moment. You glowing in happiness while he kisses your cheek.

The picture will turn out a little blurry, but neither of you will care.

Jungkook places the camera next to the photos after taking the picture. He rolls to his side, facing you that way and hooking his arms behind your head.

"You're so cheeky", you tell him, caressing his chest.

"I wanna have a new pic for my wallet. It’s perfect."

"I want a copy too."

"Yeah, you get the other one."

"Wow okay, so you get the really cute one?"

"The other one's cute too. You look so pretty on it."

"You don’t even know how I look on it yet."

"Don't have to, I just know."

You grin, "you old cheeseball."

Jungkook smirks confidently and pinches your cheek softly.

"Wanna see the doodles?"

"Yeah show me."

Jungkook fetches the developed polaroid of your back and hands it to you.

"Wow, Googie", you gasp, "those are all so pretty."

"You think so? I just doodled though."

"I can't even see it. I like them all so much."

Jungkook shies away, even going so far as to nuzzle into your hair. It makes looking at the polaroid impossible, but you don’t mind because you can cuddle Jungkook instead.

"You smell nice", he murmurs and kisses your forehead.

"You too", you whisper and sigh contently.

Tonight is perfect, it truly is.

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deadlynavigation · 2 years

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Saw you need requests. Reader just loving jotun loki. Can be smut or not. Idk your rules.

Heat Wave

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Implication of smut

Author's Note: I AM STILL LOOKING FOR REQUESTS OF ANY KIND. Please. I'm begging. Send anything in, look for rules under navigation (at the bottom of this fic).

I don't own Marvel. Pls don't come after me.

Do not plagiarize or translate any of my work or its included assets.

“I’m sweltering,” Your head plops down onto Loki’s lap.

Your words practically embody what the last few days have been like- the heat wave in New York has not been letting up. For almost a week it’s been nothing but 38℃ weather, the sun unrelenting in its mission to melt every single person in the state. Even in the Avengers tower it’s hot as blazes. All the air conditioners are on, much to Tony’s chagrin. He’s set on complaining about the electricity bill, even though he’s a fucking billionare.

There’s a reason he’s known as Drama Queen around the tower. Loki is the biggest supporter of this nickname, but right now, he’s supporting you.

“I apologize, my love. If I could, I’d cool you down in an instant,” Loki responds, leaning down to your ear. “But I only know how to heat you.”

You tap his chest, too weary of the heat to move any more. “Loki.”

“I know, I know. I am truly sorry. I do not know what it is you are suffering through right now.” The god sighs in pity.

Something in his tone gives you pause. “What do you mean, you don’t know? You’re right here, in New York- middle of a heat wave? No?”

Your partner chuckles softly. “No. I am a god, you forget. You are merely mortals, incapable of regulating your own temperature.”

That excuse isn’t gonna fly. You sit up, removing your head from his lap. Your back straightens, eyes peering out towards the deck. There sits Thor, accompanied by Tony and Nat. He’s on a lawn chair, spread out for the sun. The god is decked out in the tiniest floral shorts you’ve ever seen, allowing a great view of his chest- which is drenched in sweat. His hair, even, is dampened, giving the illusion of wetness. There is no way in hell that Thor is regulating his body temperature.

Loki sees where your eyeline leads and gulps. He’s screwed now.

“Liar,” you accuse, turning towards Loki with narrowed eyes. “It’s not just that you’re a god, is it?”

You position yourself on his lap again, this time straddling him. “If it were, Thor would be living it up in winter coats. So you wanna tell me what it actually is?” You kiss his neck slowly, trying to get as much information as you can with any method.

Loki squirms. “My love-”

“Don’t. Are you going to tell me, or do I have to ask Thor?” You sigh, too hot to deal with this properly.

“Thor won’t tell you.” Loki answers with uncertainty.

“Sure he won’t. Loki, you’re making this more difficult than it has to be. Just tell me, hun.”

And with that final nickname, Loki lets go. His guard is already somewhat down with the heat and Tony’s endless complaints.

He closes his eyes as he hears your gasp. Squeezes them shut, trying to block himself from the looks he’ll undoubtedly be met with from you.

“Loki-”

“Don’t,” He whispers.

“I won’t,” You whisper back. Shakily, you bring your hands up to his chest, tracing each individual line softly. The marks look perfect on his blue-tinted skin, forming intricate designs and patterns that not even the most skilled artist would be able to recreate. It’s beautiful- he’s beautiful.

Loki opens his eyes when he feels your fingers on him. Ready to snatch them away, remove himself from the room if need be, leave you to your shock and disgust.

Instead, he’s greeted with your awe-struck gaze. Confusion fills his mind, not used to being appreciated in this form.

“Y/n, what-”

“Hush,” You whisper, even softer than a couple seconds ago. “Loki, what is this?”

It’s not asked in a brutal manner. It’s soft, curious. Welcoming.

“My Jötunn form,” he graces you with an answer. Your heart breaks with his response. It sounded so disgusted, so broken. This poor man. Scorned for this his entire life, and he’s even started to believe it.

From then on, your mission is to help him accept this part.

“You are stunning, love. This is beauty personified.”

A hint of a blush shows itself on Loki’s cheeks. He’s not used to anything except hate regarding this form, especially not love or compliments. It sounds almost foreign, repeating back what you said to himself.

Not on your tongue, though. When you compliment him, it feels as though honey is dripping onto him, warming him with sun rays and flowery scents.

“These marks- are they purposeful? Made without thought? Are you born with them?” Your questions bubble out of your mouth, still soft in speech but inquisitive all the same.

Loki laughs, still in shock from your reaction. Of course you’d be curious. To think he’d expect blind acceptance- there’s a reason he chose this mortal, and he’s only reminded of it now.

“My love, slow down. They are not purposeful, no. It's just like hair color, but not able to be altered in any way. And I am born with them, but they develop over time. It’s our puberty, in a way.” He says, hands moving from his sides to your hips.

You settle further into his lap. You’e brimming with questions, but you refuse to overwhelm your lover. It’s clear he’s in quite a vulnerable state.

So you start slow.

“Are you able to… participate in intercourse… in this form?”

The blush that Loki hoped to quell is now raging as though it’s a fire. He’s resorted back to his shock, almost speechless.

“My love, you have found yourself in a relationship with a monster and that is the question you ask?”

“You are by no means a monster to me. You are still Loki, no?”

The god looks down in mild embarrassment. “Yes, dear.”

“So you aren’t a monster. Your character and development is not erased in the form, merely painted in a new light. Or rather hue,” You chuckle under your breath. Your hands trace his marks again, following a new pattern every time. It’s mesmerizing.

“On another note, I am still waiting for the answer to my question,” You reiterate. Loki’s blush might be a cause for concern at this point.

“I am able, my love. Why anyone would want to is beyond me.” He sighs, looking up into your eyes. Of which, he notices, are burning with rage and desire.

Loki is no stranger to that mix.

“We’ll work on the self-esteem. For now, I have a date with a Jötunn, who I will make sure is made well aware of his worth.”

“Your wish is my command, dear.” He laughs, snorting at your hitched breath when he lifts you into his arms.

Yeah, you’d enjoy this new discovery.

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chaoticgeminate · 2 years

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The Angel In Me

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x gn!Reader

Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)

Word Count: 2.2k

Content Warnings: Smut in the form of a blow job, gross misrepresentation of biblical themes, possible implication of power exchange (though it isn't, all parties are consensual)

Notes: So this fever dream fic is the culmination of several menaces in Discord, talking about biblical themes and the 7 deadly sins & 4 horsemen, and my brain just decided to say "but what if sexy?" and here we are. This is all thanks to @pagannightwitch, @beskarberry, @toomanystoriessolittletime, @mandocrasis, and @adikas-anonymous (who also gave me a dialogue line for the story too💙) for basically sending my brain on a spiral.

Being stuck with gate duty was the most boring job any angel could land and Dieter shoved his sunglasses higher up his nose with a heavy grunt, the stupid white toga he had to wear as an angel trainee barely covered the bottom of his dick on a good day and he always ignored the side-eye from others when he shrugged on his green robe.

Under usual circumstances he’d be all for bearing everything and letting it all hang out but since he had to look presentable to greet new spirits at the gate Dieter didn’t want them to come back tattling if they got all up in arms over his cock being visible. They’d learn eventually, sure, but until then he didn’t need any excuses to get sent down the pit.

He hadn’t been forced to go to Hell but he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out what was down there quite yet, so repenting and training had been the future he chose.

A soft flicker of light made him look over at the staircase, landing on the newest soul to come for judgement, and his throat bobbed immediately. He’d spent so long around apostles and old looking angels that he’d almost forgotten how fucking beautiful people were, and this one was ticking all the boxes.

“Is this- oh.” Their curious tone fell to something resigned when they spotted the pearl and golden doorway behind him, eyes darting along the intricately designed barrier, and Dieter opened the large book before him that started to glow gently with the soul’s approach.

“Let’s see where you belong, yea? C’mere, sweetheart.” He gestured to the seat in front of him; the sturdy white marble desk was gaudy and felt really out of place for the white-walled room; like some sort of clinical office building, rather than the cloudy paradise that the movies and shows liked to depict. He wasn’t surprised to see the person across from him was bare, his eyes tracing each part of their nude form, the souls that arrived fresh still didn’t know they could give themselves clothes or just appear however they wanted.

That had been a big surprise for him when he’d died, especially since he’d met some crusty old angel named Gabe first.

“Are you- I’m having my life judged, aren’t I?” They sat down and shivered at the touch of the cool chair against their bare skin and he nodded with his expression as neutral as he could manage, when he found their page he skimmed the text to find out what the “Almighty” had chosen for them.

“I can’t believe- you’re Dieter Bravo right?”

“You know me?”

“Of course I do, I’ve seen all your movies and shows. I figured you were here because of the whole ‘comfort in your last moments’ thing that people always preach about.”

He leveled them with a look.

“Nope, I’m in training and I’m here because Paul decided to fuck off for the day and nobody else wanted gate duty. Good to know you’re a fan though, I figured I would be forgotten.”

“Never.”

He almost hesitated at the conviction in their voice, the firm expression on their face, but they weren’t the first fan he’d ever met even if the idea that he had an actual legacy did come as a surprise. He returned to their book while fighting a smile.

The verdict was not heaven and Dieter pressed his fingertips to the golden letters, to find out why, he was transported to a new time and place despite not moving from the chair and felt that disorientation that came from looking into the memories of a soul. He watched this person driving, safely and obeying all the road rules, to work when they were cut off by a reckless driver that ran a red light.

Their angry words whispered under their breath, a soft curse to the other person, weren’t exactly friendly but Dieter couldn’t have expected that to be the cause. Until he realized belatedly that the other driver was a Guardian Angel, in a human guise to carry out their duties on Earth, and because they’d cursed a Heavenly being they were meant to be sentenced to time in purgatory like he had been when he died.

Fuck that.

Blinking away the disorienting feeling of being pulled through their memories he stared at the soul across from him, they looked hopeful and soft and his cock jumped to attention at the idea of those lips wrapped around him. He shook that away knowing this wasn’t the time to do anything like that, he didn’t need the Archangels accusing him of taking advantage of a new soul or something.

What he could do was change the judgement, seeing their memories was a second chance to prevent souls from going to the wrong place since the Almighty wasn’t infallible, and he felt good knowing he was saving them from something like purgatory when they had no reason to be there at all.

“Almighty one says you’re due for purgatory, labyrinth that you wander until you’ve repented.”

Their eyes blew round in surprise and they shot a nervous look to the hallway that he pointed to, scared and unsure, and Dieter pushed his chair back. He made sure to stand up, so he could throw a little flair into his delivery of the news.

“I can change your judgement-“

“You can? What do I- what do I have to do?”

He blinked at them and smiled, making sure to drop his shades enough for them to see his eyes.

“Nothing, at all, you didn’t deserve a purgatory judgement. I mean I wouldn’t say no to a little fun but you don’t have to. I don’t do coercion or force, not my thing and never has been.”

The look of surprise melted to something soft, gratitude and adoration, and then he found himself watching them get up and walking around to him instead. Their expression was coy, they wanted him, and he felt his body responding eagerly to their bare form pressing against him as they reached out to slide the tip of their finger across the draping white fabric just below his collar bones.

“I- what if I wanted to? You’re- I had the biggest, dumbest, crush on you and was devastated when you died. Or is that- would you get in trouble?” Dieter snorted and shook his head, it was kind of weird because they all wanted to appear as they died but there were plenty of old ass angels that got together to fuck.

“Trust me, sweetheart, they’d be a bunch of hypocrites if they did say something. You want to do something for me? Can I have these pretty lips around my cock?”

“Yes.”

He sat back in his chair and they followed, dropping to their knees in front of him onto the cold floor, and Dieter didn’t even have a chance to offer them to get comfortable as they ran their nose along his inner thigh and gripped his calves gently; his exhale was soft as he let his head fall back, their soft exhale against the sensitive skin of his balls making him shudder.

Dieter couldn’t even think of the last time anyone had been near his dick, since most of the trainees refused to even indulge a little for fear of being punished and the ones that were willing had already shacked up.

“You’re so pretty.” The puff of breath against his shaft had him dragging his hand up into his hair, gripping it tightly when they finally wrapped those lips around the head of his cock and Dieter whined when they drew back and pushed up the skirt of his toga before dragging their nose down the length of his shaft. One of their hands drifted up and they licked their palm to moisten the skin before circling him and pumping gently, a teasing sensation that made him buck his hips.

Dieter grunted when they chuckled before he was moaning as they dipped their head to lick his sac, he jumped when those sinful lips kissed at the skin before their tongue teased him again. Their grip on him tightened a little, thumb smearing the precum gathering, and he looked down in time to watch them mouth at the side of his shaft as they looked up at him.

Licking away the mess and hollowing their cheeks around him, making Dieter roll his hips up to get more of his cock into their mouth, he was robbed again as they drew back before they swirled just their tongue against his frenulum and then let their tongue tip swirl mindlessly down his shift.

“Fuck- you’re really trying to make me beg aren’t you sweetheart?” His breathy question earned a dark chuckle and Dieter couldn’t stop his yelp as they drew one of his balls into their mouth entirely, the sensation making him tremble as they continued to swirl their tongue around him, and then the tease went and let him go with a soft pop before licking and sucking at the skin of his inner thigh.

“Please sweetheart-“

Their eyes flashed in victory and Dieter nearly howled as the heat of their mouth slid down his shaft fully, hand gripping what they couldn’t fit, both of his hands now in his hair as their free hand pressed down against his lower abdomen to prevent him from fucking up into their throat. He wheezed as they hollowed their mouth and drew up his cock, a slurp that echoed in the room making his skin tingle, and he felt the sudden flicker of energy right as they dropped their mouth back down him.

“Shit, you gotta stop before someone-“ He nearly wheezed when they let up off him and scooted back so they were under the desk, grabbing his calf and pulling the chair closer by grabbing behind his knees, and Dieter just managed to school his face into something calm when Paul walked into the room. The menace under the desk didn’t stop mouthing at him, slow and gentle to avoid making nose, and Dieter’s cock jumped at the fact that he could very easily get caught.

“Please tell me you don’t want me to finish out the day? Gabe just ripped me a new one for deciding to visit the library and leaving you here but they just got a copy of the newest bible translation on Earth so we’re all comparing to see what the mortals are trying to muck up now.” Dieter bit the inside of his cheek as those sinful lips teased their way down his shaft again, slow and quiet, his cock resting heavy on their tongue.

“No, Paul, you can go compare bible translations.” His voice pitched high at the end when he felt the touch of gentle fingers on his sac and Dieter had never been happier as the old man practically fled the room with a loud “thank you” that disappeared the second the doors closed. He looked down to see the very satisfied gleam in those eyes, lips still gentle around his cock, and as he went to say something his moan echoed in the room as they hollowed their mouth and drew up before sinking even lower until their nose pressed into the hair at his base.

“Thank the big boss I’m already dead, cuz you’re killing me here, sweetheart.”

His voice was definitely wrecked and Dieter squeezed the arms of the chair as their throat tightened and shifted around him with the swallow, drool beginning to dribble out of their mouth, and as they drew up with another loud slurp he cupped the back of their head and let them breathe before just resting his hand there as they sank back down his shaft with a moan.

Dieter wasn’t going to last, he panted loudly and his hips jumped at the fast bobbing of their motions and found himself whining when they would draw back and suckle at the head of his cock, his balls started to draw up and he tried to warn them but there was no time. As they sank back down he gripped the back of their neck with a loud groan, it faded into grunts as he rocked his hips up to chase the sensation, and their nose sank into the wiry hair at his base to swallow around him one last time before they let up.

His cock was a mess of drool and cum, their chin stained and lips darkened, and he couldn’t stop himself from pulling them up into his lap to kiss them finally like he’d wanted to do since they walked into the room.

“Will this be the last time I see you?”

Their voice was soft, needy and nervous, but Dieter immediately shook his head.

“No, not if I can help it, you’ll be an angel trainee and you can bet I’ll come find you.”

He was whining from how sensitive he was when they slid back down and cleaned him up, his eyes studying their bare form again, and Dieter gave them his green robe with a smile before marking their page in the book with the gold and pearl stamp that opened the door behind him.

“I have to finish out today, but after that… you’ll need someone to show you around.”

Dieter earned a salacious grin before they disappeared through the “pearly gates” and his eyes danced with the promise of someone more his taste being around. He couldn’t wait to return the favor.

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markberries · 4 years

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d e s i r e┊draco malfoy

anon requested: hey!! unsure if u do requests for stories BUT i saw a tiktok and rlly want it to be a full story (or one shot). so: draco is late to class, and is there for volunteered for an experiment, he is told to stand infront of a mirror (he doenst know it but it’s the erised mirror) and he asks Y/N to move out of the way but ur not there, he only sees u bc he desires u, everyone laughs then there’s a party and u okay 7 min in heaven, and draco and Y/N get picked then SMUT

info: you and draco liked to bicker; turns out draco wanted a bit more from you. it took him a look into the mirror of erised to realize it.

warnings: smut, dirty talk, cursing, fingering, oral (giving)

genre: SMUT, hufflepuff!reader, fem reader

word count: 2400+

a/n: hihi, i hope this is something close to what you wanted. sorry for the wait!! the request confused me at first but i think i understood it. this is also unedited bc i’m lazy

“draco malfoy, late again?” the professor sighed, not looking at malfoy who was quietly taking his seat. instead, the professor just shook his head in disappointment.

“yeah yeah, won’t happen again,” draco snickered, playfully shoving goyle and crabbe. all three of them were quietly giggling in amusement, as if the entire school was a joke to them.

the professor raised an eyebrow at draco, crossing his arms. unimpressed, he stared draco down. “you have been saying that for the past three classes you were late to as well, mr. malfoy.”

you held back your laughter as draco got scolded, only because you knew that draco was an arse so watching him get in trouble up close was definitely a treat for you.

draco was quick to turn to you, who was sitting at the table to his right. “got something to say, mudblood?” he snapped at you, and you glared at him.

“got some daddy issues to fix, malfoy?” you shot back, venom lacing your voice.

“alright you two,” the professor said, walking to the middle of the room, eyes switching from malfoy to you. “that’s quite enough for today. since mr. malfoy had the audacity to come in late once again, he will be our beloved volunteer for our experiment today.”

draco raises his hand, “i will not be agreeing to that, professor. it’s just not fair.”

“and it’s not fair that you’re wasting my time, so i advise you to come up here now, because you don’t have a choice,” the professor gestured for malfoy to come to him, you hear a grumble from draco, followed by his chair being pushed back.

draco walked up to a large object covered by a black drape in the middle of the room, standing right in front of it. draco made sure to give you a nasty look before getting to the front.

the professor moved out of the way to remove the drape, but not before saying, “okay, mr. malfoy. i want you to describe to me what you see when i remove this cloth.”

“easy enough,” draco smirks, crossing his arms over his chest, arrogance oozing off of him. when the professor withdraws the drape, draco looks closesly. it’s a mirror with a golden lining, decorated with intricate designs and beautiful patterns. it’s much larger than draco, and light rays bounce off it throughout the room.

“if you don’t move out of the way y/l/n,” draco sneers, making you squint your eyes in confusion, “i swear i’ll-”

“that’s enough mr. malfoy, you can sit down now.”

draco turned around, only to see you sitting down in your chair, who was just as confused as him. while he walked back to his seat, the professor eyed him, then started pacing slowly around the room while talking.

“now,” he began, “this here, is the mirror of erised.” you hear small giggles coming from the class room, followed by malfoy’s face turning a slight tint of pink.

“shove off!” malfoy yells, muttering to himself in annoyance. you of course, shared the same amount of embarrassment. you knew exactly what the mirror of erised was, and so did most people in this room. it made you visualize what you truly desired, so the fact that draco malfoy had seen you in the reflection, was quite a surprise.

“every student will have a chance to take a look, so don’t worry too much. please form a single file line, and we will begin.”

—

“you’re kidding,” cedric snickers, covering his mouth with his hand. cedric was an awful good friend of yours, being the first person to offer you a seat when you had gotten sorted into hufflepuff. quite ironic, really. you never imagined yourself to be put into such a happy little house.

“honestly? i wish i was. draco can be such a little prick,” you remarked, sipping at your butterbeer. students gathered in the three broom sticks, the familiar scent of sweat emanating from the hufflepuff and slytherin quidditch team. the slytherin house had just received a bitter defeat, causing them to throw glares at the opposing team.

“so what are you gonna do about it then? talk to him?” cedric questioned you, and you shrugged shoulders. you were at a loss for what to do about malfoy. you were unsure if he was even worth talking to, after all the constant negative comments that he just loved to yell at you.

“do i wanna talk to him?” you asked, crossing your legs while you sat in your chair. cedric raised a brow, “am i supposed to answer that question?”

“no,” you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. being friends with cedric had it’s pros and it’s cons, but he gave a good amount of advice and he was always reliable. you hear a call for cedric’s name coming from the crowd of boys and girls, his eyes shoot to the group.

“what is it?” he says back, standing up from his chair.

“come on then, we’re playing 7 minutes in heaven!”

such a childish game, you thought to yourself. it surprised you that people were still interested in playing. cedric looked to you, then back at the group, “i won’t go if you won’t go.”

“what a flirt,” you say with a hint of a sarcastic tone. you playfully kick his leg, making him yelp, “i’m just trying to be nice!”

“well i’m surely not going,” you responded, taking a sip from your drink again. cedric’s grey eyes bored into your own, he smelt of chocolate mixed with his clean shampoo.

“don’t be such a wussy, mudblood,” you hear a familiar voice snarl. you snap your head to see draco, standing in the middle of the crowd, laughing with his group of friends. you felt a surge of anger, and cedric took note of it. he quickly grabbed your hand, pulling you up from your chair.

“y/n and i will be participating!” cedric announces , dragging you to the group of people gathered around a table.

“cedric! what in god’s name are you doing?” you exclaim, desperately trying to escape from his strong grip. “ow ow ow, could you at least be a little gentler?”

“this is your chance, if you get paired up with someone, you’ll see malfoy’s reaction,” he whispers closely into your ear. when the two of you stop in front of the group, you swear you can practically hear how badly the other girls wanted cedric to be their partner.

“what if i don’t want to see his reaction?” you complained back, and cedric patted your head. “then too bad.”

“alright everyone, the rules are simple; a person is selected to spin the bottle. whoever the bottle lands on, those two will go into the backrooms together. would anyone like to go first?”

“y/n does,” cedric yells, slightly pushing you forward. you scowl at him, in return he sends you a shit-eating grin. you wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smile off his face, but you stayed civil for the sake of the others gathered around you.

“alright y/n, go on,” blaise says, placing the bottle on the table. you gave cedric the “i’m going to kill you when this is over” look as you sighed, placing your hand on the bottle. you span it, watching as the boys began to shift awkwardly.

you nearly gag when the bottle lands on the one person you did not want to share a small, closed room with. people coo, laughing and making immature comments. draco malfoy shoves his friend, threatening him.

“i’m not entering a closet with that mudblood,” he scoffs, pointing at you disrespectfully. you stop yourself from punching malfoy, instead you say, “look who’s scared now.”

“what did you just say?” draco hissed, taking a step closer to you. “why would i be scared.”

you dust off his robe in a mocking way, smiling at him. “you tell me, malfoy.”

whispers filled the room, as if everyone was waiting for draco to explode. he took a deep breath, grabbing your arm aggressively. people eyed the both of you as he brought you to the backrooms, knowing hell would break loose with you two alone.

seven minutes, alone with draco. what could go wrong?

when you two stepped into the small space, you went to the farthest point of the room. it was littered with cleaning supplies and smelt a little bit like bleach. draco stared at you, and you looked back. “what do you want?”

“you think i wanted to do this?” draco spat at you, leaning back on the wall.

“and how do you think i feel?” you said back, throwing a scrunched up paper towel at him. “as if i wanted to be in a room with you. you’re annoying, stuck up, and a spoiled brat.”

“wow, who would think that a bitch would get sorted into hufflepuff,” he says sarcastically.

“got a lot to say for someone who saw me in the mirror of erised,” you retort, fanning your face. it was getting quite warm in this tight space.

“it was probably a mistake, who would desire you anyway,” he retaliates getting closer to you. you take a step closer to him as well, your faces nearly touching.

“you’d be surprised,” you argue. you two were so close that you could make out the details of his face. you could see something flash in his eyes, it didn’t look like anger, but you chose to believe that it was.

“do you ever stop talking? just shut up already. i’ve had enough of hearing your voice.”

you scoff, looking down at your feet, then looking back up into draco’s eyes. in all honesty, you didn’t know what to expect after saying this. you felt your hands shaking a little bit, ignoring the adrenaline pumping through you

“make me.”

in that moment, you swear you heard your own heart beating. did you want this? did draco understand what you were hinting at? your questions were soon answered when draco pushes you up against the wall, taking your hands and pinning them above your head.

“i’ll make you, alright,” he smirks, placing kisses along your jawline. he presses his knee between your legs. he kisses your neck, sucking on the skin. you let out a breathy whine, trying to bring your arms down to wrap around draco’s neck, but he keeps your hands in place.

“you want this, don’t you?” he whispers, leaving more marks on your neck.

“mhm, yes draco,” you say back, feeling yourself growing wetter.

“good girl.”

he smashes his own lips against yours, his actions filled with need and passion. he slightly bites on your bottom lip, looking into your eyes. he breaks the kiss, letting go off your hands. he undoes his belt, pulling his pants down slightly, but not all the way.

“we haven’t got much time,” he says, dragging his thumb along your cheek. he touches your bottom lip, and you open your mouth in response, sucking on his thumb.

“fuck,” he groans, watching you with lust filled eyes. “you’re so hot.” he removes his thumb from your mouth, and you lower yourself to his boxers, tugging down the fabric. his member springs free, and he lets out a hiss from the sudden contact of air.

you smirk, licking a stripe. draco moans, grabbing onto the shelf above him. you begin to take him in, swirling your tongue around him. his size was about average, but on the thicker side. he grunts as you hollow your cheeks.

“oh fuck, just like that,” he groans. the tip of his dick touches the back of your throat, making you gag. he moans, but louder this time as he grabs your hair. your eyes start forming tears, but you hold them back.

you hollow out your cheeks, slowly moving back and forth.

“god, y/n, you’re so pretty even when you’re sucking my dick,” he says, lost in the moment as you continue to move faster, using your hands on whatever didn’t fit in your mouth. you feel your lips getting swollen as you continue to move faster.

“look at you,” he groans, his face full of pleasure as he looks down at you. “such a fucking good girl.”

you feel his member twitch in your mouth, and you knew he was close to finishing. you took this as a chance to move faster, bobbing your head as fast as you could.

he groans, panting your name as he used your hair to guide how to move.

“i’m gonna come,” he says breathily, “fuck!”

he comes in your mouth, but you don’t mind. it’s not the worst that could happen, after all. you stand up, wiping your mouth as draco is leaning against the wall. he doesn’t rest for long though, as he grabs your waist, pulling you close to him.

“your turn,” he whispers, pushing your skirt up and slipping a hand into your exposed panties. he feels around your wetness, collecting it and bringing it out.

“mm, did i do this?” he asks, and you whimper a “yes”.

he slips his hand back in, finding your bundle of nerves and rubbing them slowly. you gasp, gripping at his jacket and biting on his shoulder. he chuckles, dragging a finger down to insert into you. he pushes in slowly, and you bite down harder, not wanting to make too much noise.

“no no, i don’t want you to be quiet, i want to see your face,” draco says, using his free hand to grab your chin and make you look at him. “that’s right, let me see how you feel.”

he pushes in and out of your heat at a steady pace, the room smelt of sex and his cologne. you were a moaning mess as draco continued his motions, bringing in another finger.

“does that feel good?” draco asks, and you nod in response. “i want your words, baby.”

“y-yes draco, please don’t stop,” you say quietly, screwing your eyes shut.

“oh baby, i wasn’t planning on it,” he replies, entering a third finger and thrusting faster. at this point, you’re pretty much a moaning mess. the feeling of his long slender fingers was so much to handle, you felt yourself building up to your climax.

“that’s right baby, fuck, you’re clenching around my fingers,” he smirks, knowing that you were going to come. “i want you to say my name. tell people who’s making you feel this good.”

“it’s you, draco, oh my god!” you yelp, the fabric of his robe was bunching up in your hands. suddenly, your orgasm washes over you, your stomach moving in twists and turns. you felt so relieved, draco removed his hand, his fingers covered in your juices. all that could be heard was the sound of you and draco’s heavy breathing.

a knock comes from outside the room, “guys? it’s been over seven minutes.”

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archonoftears · 4 years

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info: modern au! reader receives a package that helps her tease her boyfriend while he’s at work.

warnings: 18+ smut, slight breeding kink (mentioned), lingerie, phone sex (kinda), pretty vanilla, no penetration, just description, a tiny bit of dom/sub (implied through dialogue)

word count: 1,626

authors note: umm head empty, thoughts only filled with laying in zhonglis bed and teasing him over the phone. i really can’t remove myself from modern au! with ceo daddy zhong. so here we are again. not gonna lie though, i found myself looking at dragon dildos yesterday and now i just wanna write dragon zhongli and sacrificial maiden. so maybe after i finish with the first chapter of my other fic i’ll get right on that.

ps no beta, i just kinda got this out and edited it once. so sorry if any mistakes or issues.

please thirst with me if you want to!!

Glancing around your dining room table you felt defeated by the amount of packages staring back at you. You were surprised by the latest delivery of clothing you had received for PR from a few high end designers. You knew you shouldn't have been shocked, dating a CEO of a multi million dollar cooperation came with many perks. Yet you never imagined anything like this. Knowing the mess would only stay on the table if you didn’t start tackling it. You began opening up a few packages, finding bags and shoes. Even the latest spring wear from the major brand ‘Liyue Qixing’ sat in a box for you. Before setting your eyes on a more intricate looking box. Opening it to discover some of the most beautiful lingerie you had seen in a long time. Looking at the brand name ‘Scent of Spring’. You didn’t recognize it, but you were quite enamored with the pieces inside.

Forgoing opening any more packages you quickly gathered the items in the box and wandered off to the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend. Selecting a ivory and gold silk longline balconette bra, with matching thong, and harness. The gold tulle flowers that patterned the silk and lace were soft and delicate under your fingers. You couldn’t go a second longer without wearing the beautiful set. Quickly stripping off the clothes you were wearing and slipping on the lingerie. Loving the feel of the soft lace and silk against your skin. Staring at yourself in the mirror.

‘This lingerie had to be designed by some deity who knew Zhongli’s taste.’ You thought to yourself as you admired the way the balconette bra exposed half of your breast and how the thong straps cut into the flesh of your hip in a sexy way, giving your body a more defined silhouette.

A light bulb went off in your head, walking over to grab your phone and opening the camera app, returning back to the mirror. Posing yourself quite provocative as you snapped several photos, dropping to your knees and taking a few more photos, before flipping through them. A coy smile playing on your lips as you went to call Zhongli.

Zhongli was startled by the sound of his phone ringing on his desk, glancing down to see your contact photo, a smile immediately forming on his face, he swiped to answer.

“Hello (name), is everything alright my dear?” Zhongli greeted as he turned from the documents in front of him and leaned back in his chair. You seldom ever called him when you knew he was going to be in the office all day, preferring to email him if you needed anything so he assumed this must have been important.

“Everything is fine, just calling to see what you were up to.” You greeted over the phone. Zhongli let out a small sigh, relieved that nothing was wrong.

“I’m just preparing for a meeting with Fatui Industries in a little bit.” Zhongli started, glancing at the clock to check the time. “What are you doing today my dear.” He asked, knowing you didn’t have much on your schedule today.

“Well I was going through some packages I received, you know the PR kind. It was mostly clothes from some nice designers.” You hummed, he could hear you twirling your hair in your fingers as you spoke.

“Oh really? Hopefully they sent things that are your style.”

“That’s why I was calling actually. There was this one package, the clothes are really nice. But I think they’re more to your taste, and I wanted to get your opinion on them.” You confessed.

“Of course, I can do that when I get home for you if you would like.” Zhongli replied, glancing at the clock noting that he had about 27 minutes until his meeting. “I should be done with work after I meet with Signora and Childe.”

“I’m actually sending you a couple photos right now, please check your email and tell me what you think.” He couldn’t put his finger on it, but you seemed awfully excited about all of this but he complied with your request.

“Of course, one moment.” Opening his email, quickly finding the one from you at the top and opening it, his eyes widening in realization as he enlarged one of several photos in the email. His voice catching in his throat as he examined it.

“Are the clothes to your liking, sir.” You cooed from the other end of the phone, knowing very well they were in fact to his liking.

“Ms. (Name)..” Zhongli growled quietly.

“Yes sir?” You asked innocently, Zhongli aware of the game you were playing, but nevertheless here he was clicking on the next photo, feeling his pants grow tighter as he continued to view the photos. The one of you on your knees sending more blood rushing to his already aching erection.

“Are you being a good girl right now?”

“I’m always a good girl Sir.”

“Are you? You don’t look to be acting like a good girl in these photos.”

“Then should I send you some more photos so you make sure I’m being good?” He could feel himself getting riled up just by the implications of what was being said.

“Well… I’ve already sent them so hopefully you don’t mind.”

Not needing to be told twice Zhongli refreshed his email inbox to find a new message. Opening it to discover new attachments. Slowly he clicked the first picture. Finding you not in front of the mirror in the bedroom anymore, but now on the black sateen sheets of the bed the two of you shared. Angling the camera in a way to show how you would look if he had you pinned down. You looked ravishing, from the way you let your cleavage spill out exposing your nipples, to the way you spread your legs.

The next photo your hand was on one of your breast cupping and pinching the nipple. The next photo was taken lower, your hand was now in your panties clearly teasing yourself. And the final attachment was a video, it was no more than 15 seconds, but in those 15 seconds you show yourself pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy, before dragging your fingers out of yourself and licking the wet slick off your digits. Zhongli was taking deep breaths as he watched. His eyes following your every movement.

“Sir…” You moaned, lust lacing every syllable. “Do you think I look like a good girl in those photos?”

Zhongli couldn’t say anything for a moment. Letting the video replay itself over and over, his eyes finding new things to focus on each time it replayed. From the way your plump lips wrapped around your fingers or the way you quivered when you plunged your two digits into yourself. He just wanted to see you do more.

“When did being a good girl equate to acting like quite the little slut? Surely I’ve taught you better than that.” Zhongli replied firmly, as he adjusted the way he was sitting to accommodate his throbbing cock.

“This is what you’ve taught me…” the breathiness of your voice letting him know you were in fact still touching yourself as you replied.

“I don’t recall teaching you to send provocative photos to me while I’m at work.” He glanced at the clock again, 16 minutes until the meeting. Fuck.

“Did they make you hard?” You asked suddenly.

He was not a liar, so he wouldn’t lie to you. “Yes they did…”

“Did they make you want to come home and stuff your big. thick. cock inside of me.” The punctionaction of your words were breaking him down.

“Yes they did…”

“Master are you going to come home so I can show you how much of a good girl I am, when I’m milking your cock.”

“My Lily… I-” Zhongli wasn’t used to you being this forward with him.

“I need you to come home and fuck me now. Because if you don’t pump me full of your cum I might go crazy.” You whined your voice working wonders on his resolve. “Please… Please come home and breed me sir.”

One final weak glance at his clock showed he had 9 minutes before they would arrive.

You moaned again calling his name out through the phone, the thread holding his composure together snapping.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I get home do you understand.” Zhongli growled into the phone, quickly on his feet, grabbing his bag and making his way to the door of his office. “Do you understand?”

“Yes sir..!” You exclaimed.

“I hope you understand you won’t be walking for the next few days my Little Lily.” He warned before leaving the safety of his private office.

“Yes yes! Hurry please.”

“I am.” Quickly saying goodbye and hanging the phone up with you, while walking towards two approaching figures.

“Mr. Zhongli goo-” Signora began, reaching her hand out to greet him, but he didn’t meet it.

“My apologies, there seems to be an emergency at home, can you meet with my assistant to reschedule.” Zhongli haphazardly explained. “Again my deepest apologies.” He finished, turning on his heel and b lining it to the exit. Letting the receptionist know that he was leaving and scrambling for the parking garage.

“What do you think his emergency was?” Signora stood bewildered where Zhongli had left her and Childe.

“Do you think everything is alright?

Childe seemed to be having the best laugh of his life as his colleague pondered the obvious.

“Trust me everything’s fine.” Childe said in between laughs. “We should probably reschedule for Monday, he’ll probably need the whole weekend off.”

“This is why I hate partnering with you, you’re too vague sometimes.”

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ghoste-catte · 3 years

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I was curious what advice would you give to someone new to writing fics? I've been wanting to get back into it but haven't seriously written something since high school. I hope this isn't an annoying question or anything!

Not an annoying question at all! I'm just a little worried that I won't have terribly good or useful advice. To be honest, I also sort of stopped writing in earnest right as I finished high school, and didn't pick it back up until my late 20s. It's certainly an adjustment! But I think the few things that really helped me get back into writing fic as a hobby and something I spend quite a bit of time on would be:

Write for yourself first, then find your other motivations. My original inspiration in getting back into fic writing was that there just were not that many fics I liked for my favorite pairing, and I wanted more of them, and I especially wanted more with the tropes and characterizations I wanted to see. I think at the very core of anything you need that internal spark that drives you. At the same time, for me at least, if I just relied on my own drive, I would not get much done; I need some external guardrails. So having people send prompts, or writing for particular events, or writing stuff for friends really helps me to get my ass in gear and finish stuff. That may not be the perfect motivator for you, and that's fine! You just gotta figure out what is.

Be open to inspiration. Anything and everything can be spun out into a story with the right tweaking. Obviously stuff like music is a classic inspiration source, but I've also pulled ideas from poetry, from memes, from Reddit threads, from YouTube videos, from rambling conversations on Discord and from real life to make fics out of. So many times, someone will post a silly Twitter screencap, and I'll think, There's a fic in this. And a lot of the time, there is! Research is a wonderful thing, but so is serendipity. If you're out there actively looking for ideas, eventually one that you like will stumble past you.

Find your community. I can genuinely say I never would have finished more than one fic if I didn't have fandom friends to talk to about even stupid headcanons, to bounce ideas off of, and to encourage me (and to encourage them in turn!). Discord has been a godsend, and some of my closest online friends are people I met in the GaaLee discord server. As I've gotten more comfortable as a writer, I've also joined general writing servers and Reddit communities and have found them immensely helpful on both a motivational level (bingos, sprints, owe-me challenges) and on a craft level (plot workshopping and writing ethics and live grammar help). It's a lot easier to think about fic ideas and hash through problem moments when I have a constant stream of fandom-related chatter coming from the little people who live in my phone! Ao3 is an amazing website, and it's great as, well, an archive, but it isn't social media by design. If you want conversation and human connection and cheerleading, you've gotta forge out and find it.

Make it a habit ... If you want to produce anything longer than a couple hundred words, you really have to set aside time for it. And writing is just like knitting or dirt biking or painting little model figurines: the more you do it, the more easily it comes. When I was first getting back into the proper swing of things, I committed myself to 30 minutes of writing per week. Just 30 minutes. I didn't even hit that goal every week, but there were tons of weeks I got on a roll and went over that amount, and by the end of the year I'd written over 200,000 words. I used to spend an hour laboriously tip-tapping out 200 words, but now I can easily blow through 1k in a 50 minute sprint. It's all about training that muscle.

... But don't make it a chore. With fanfic, you aren't doing this as a job, and you aren't ultimately doing it for anyone other than you. That means you can take breaks when you need them, you can set deadlines and then fail to meet them, you can write stuff and then decide to never post it. When you start getting burnt out, when the practice loses the joy and energy, stop. There's no 'hustle' here. In our capitalist society we're so trained to push past our limits and keep going even when it hurts us, but the hobby you do for connection and relaxation and whatever else shouldn't be like that.

Ignore metrics. Sometimes stuff isn't gonna get hits, or kudos, or comments. There are some basic 'rules' as to the stuff that does and doesn't get traction, but every time you post something it's a roll of the dice. If you're focused on watching that kudos counter tick up, you will get bummed out fast. And any writer will tell you that the stuff you think is your best work will never be the stuff that gets the most accolades. So you have to find something else to give you a sense of success. For me, it's watching my wordcount go up in my stats and those occasional comments where someone has a lot to say and that one person who always leaves me a <3 emoji (and, shout out to @egregiousderp, having someone to have long one-on-one conversations with about the stuff that never made it to page).

Don't strive for perfection. It's really easy to want your first ever fic to be a complete showstopper, the best fic fandom has ever seen, hitting all the tropes and the ideas and the characterization that you just know fandom is missing and would be everyone's top favorite if only it was written. This is a trap. No one fic can be all things. Most people who want to write an epic as their very first venture will not see the end of that epic, because they haven't put in the practice hours to make something on that scale work. That's not to say you can't start out with a big, sprawling multichap, just don't expect it to be the greatest thing since sliced bread if you're just starting out, and be okay with abandoning it for greener pastures if you get to that point. Think of the first time someone makes a vase out of clay or bakes a loaf of bread. That's never their best vase or their best bread. If they keep up with it, they'll make more and better vases and loaves. Likewise, your first fic is probably not gonna be your best fic. See it for what it is: your launchpad.

You can't edit an empty page, but you can over-edit a full one. This kind of spins off of #7, but if the words aren't there, you can't fix them. Daydreams and headcanons are fantastic (and god, how many times have I wished for a speech-to-text engine that projected my falling asleep thoughts onto a Google doc for later perusal), but they aren't fic. If you want to write fic, you've gotta get comfortable with the idea of sloppy outlines and rough first drafts. You can't build a house without a frame and you can't build a man without a skeleton (I mean, you can, I guess, but he'd be one floppy man). The nice thing about fic is that it doesn't matter if that frame is structurally unsound or the skeleton has 18 too many bones, you can clean that up in the editing process. But you can't start hanging curtains and arranging furniture in something that doesn't even have walls. That's the process. But! Also know when to set down the editor's pen and say, "Okay, this is good enough for government work", and call it done. ("Done" doesn't have to mean "posted", but it does mean, "I'm done picking at this for now, and I'm gonna go write some more stuff".) Over-editing can make stuff seem laborious and forced, and it prevents you from actually improving. To continue belaboring the house metaphor, you can spend your whole life rearranging furniture in just one room, but the end result of that is a pretty narrow existence and a room with a lot of footprints and tracks in the carpet.

Write shit down. When you have ideas, jot them down--in a notebook, in a Google Doc, in the Notes app of your phone, in pen on the back of your hand. You think you will remember that brilliant line of dialogue or sparkling snippet of narration or genius plot that came to you in a dream, but you Will Not. Write it down. Write it down. Write it down! There have been so many times when a fic was completely saved by past!me having written down my shower thoughts about what happens next in the fic, that present!me had completely forgotten about and was floundering over.

Have fun with it! Try different stuff. Try stupid stuff. Try experimental stuff. Do stuff you've never done before that you aren't sure will work. It's important to get comfortable with your niche (for example, I know I'm never going to be the sort of person who writes intricate plots of intrigue or super long 100k epics or detailed battles), but you can't find that niche unless you explore lots of different niches! Figure out what you love and what you absolutely hate, and then keep doing the stuff you love.

Okay, so that was actually TEN things, but ... I hope you still found this helpful. Feel free to send another ask if any of this was confusing or unclear. Good luck with your fic writing and, if you want, send me a link to what you've written once you've written it! I'd love to read it.

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witch-and-a-half · 4 years

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saving up

i’m back with a fic! it’s longer than i’d originally intended because i got carried away with a new idea at the end but hopefully you still like it.

notes: fred x reader, fluff, 7th year, no specific house, georgie gets a few fluffy friend bits too

words: 2.8k

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[y/n] was flabbergasted, “What? You don’t want to go to Honeydukes tomorrow? They’re having a sale, Freddie.”

Her boyfriend shrugged beside her, “I don’t feel like spending a lot of money right now.”

“Why? You and George have been doing such a good job selling things around school… you don’t want to treat yourself a bit?”

Fred gave a silly grin and wiggled his eyebrows playfully, “I’m saving up.” His chest puffed proudly.

The two of them had reached [y/n]’s classroom, so Fred gave her a quick peck on the forehead. His eyes were bright as she grinned up at him. “Fred Weasley… not interested in a trip to Honeydukes… I might have to take you to see Madam Pomfrey.”

He just laughed before heading down the corridor.

~ ~ ~

[y/n] spent the day in Hogsmeade with a few friends, and Fred stayed behind to work on some products with George. When she got back to the Gryffindor Common Room that evening, the twins were sitting on the couch wrapping sweets in colorful foil.

“How was your day?” Fred asked when [y/n] sat down beside him. He set the foil aside and pulled her legs across his lap.

She pulled a cellophane bag of sweets from her knapsack and held it out for him. “It was good! Honeydukes was packed but I managed to knock a few first years out of the way so I could bring you some sweets.”

This prompted a laugh from both Fred and George, which made [y/n] beam. George shook his head and Fred thanked his girlfriend with a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “Looks like you’ve had a productive day.” And she gestured to the packages of products strewn across the mahogany coffee table.

“Yep, we have,” George said merrily. He was counting out coins, writing down their profit, and splitting it into two piles. Fred hummed in agreement and rubbed his hand on [y/n]’s thigh. “Here’s your bit Freddie…” George passed a handful of knuts to his brother, “... and here is mine. I’ve almost got enough for that new chess set.”

[y/n]’s hand fell atop Fred’s and she gave him an accusatory look, “See! George is going to buy himself something nice. I don’t see why you-”

Fred interrupted with a chuckle, “I told you! I’m saving!”

“You deserve to get something nice for yourself. You’ve both been working so hard.”

George was still writing something down but smiled widely at the comment. Fred just looked at her face intently.

[y/n] laughed at the faraway look in his eyes, “Don’t look at me like that! What are you saving up for anyway?”

Fred shrugged and made a gesture like he was zipping his lips closed. [y/n] was a bit frustrated, but it wasn’t her money and she knew she had no business telling him what to do with it. But she was just so proud of how successful the twins had been and knew this was the most spending money they’d ever had, so she was a bit excited to see them get to buy themselves fun little treats. And she was a bit disappointed that Fred was so reluctant to do so.

~ ~ ~

A couple of months passed and Fred was still hell-bent on frugality. At first, [y/n] had tried to ask George—who’d bought a chess set, a shiny new trunk, and a tailored tweed suit jacket to wear “someday”—why his brother was so opposed to buying something nice for himself, but George just shrugged it off, “That’s just how he is, I guess.” [y/n] made her peace with it by the time their anniversary came along though; in fact, she was the one to suggest that the couple have a nice date instead of exchanging gifts.

The weather was warmer than normal—spring was just around the corner—as [y/n] walked toward the Black Lake with Fred. Their hands were intertwined and swung slightly between them as they walked. Fred laid out a blanket on the far side of the lake, where they were least likely to be disturbed, and started unpacking the basket he’d brought. There were pretty sandwiches and pieces of fruit and a little package of miniature pies. “Oh!” [y/n] exhaled in admiration, “This is so lovely.”

Fred nudged her slightly, “The kitchen elves were very generous,”

She laughed and wondered which parts of the lunch Fred had asked the house elves for and which parts he’d snuck out of the kitchen himself. The two snacked and talked for what must’ve been hours. They talked about everything and nothing all at once. The sun was beginning to set when Fred unwrapped his arms from around [y/n], who sighed sadly at the loss of contact. She turned to see Fred pull a small box from the picnic basket.

“Oh, Freddie…” Her voice was marbled with excitement and disappointment, “We promised no gifts…”

“Don’t think of it as a gift. It’s just a…” His smile was softer than it had been earlier in the day, “... a token of my affection.”

He passed the box into her hands and [y/n] unwrapped it slowly. She shook her head as she did so, overwhelmed by the surprise. Inside the box was a beautiful silver locket with an intricate floral design. When [y/n] realized where it was from, her heart sank.

~ ~ ~

Over the past summer, Fred had come to visit [y/n] in her hometown for a few days. She took him to all of her favorite places around town. One day, they were downtown and stopped in a small vintage store. Fred wandered to the back of the store, where they kept all the old Muggle comics and other old trinkets, while [y/n] looked through the vintage dresses and skirts.

When Fred found [y/n] again, she was looking into a glass case by the register and chatting with the woman behind the counter. He stood beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist.

“It’s absolutely beautiful…” [y/n] said breathily to the older woman, who wore glasses with red frames and had her hair in a playful half-up bun.

The woman smiled at her, “It’s one of our finest pieces. I can pull it out for you to have a better look?” [y/n] nodded eagerly and the woman set the display on top of the glass casing.

Fred looked down at the necklace [y/n] was studying through the glass: a silver locket. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to be able to clasp the necklace around her neck and see her joyful reaction to wearing such a pretty little thing.

[y/n], however, was barely aware of Fred’s presence as she spoke, “It’s so lovely, but I could never justify spending that much on a necklace right now. Maybe someday though…”

The woman nodded gently as she put the necklace away, “I understand completely. Maybe someday you can come back for it.” The couple thanked the woman before heading toward the door.

[y/n] turned her attention back to Fred, who was holding the door open for her, as he spoke, “You really liked that necklace?”

She shrugged, feigning benevolence, “Oh it was pretty but I don’t think I’d ever wear something that pricey.” But she was simultaneously imagining coming back to the store in a few years—once she’d graduated and was working—to buy that necklace as a gift to her younger self.

~ ~ ~

And now, only a few months later, she was holding the necklace in her hands. Fred’s thumb was nervously rubbing circles on her thigh and he watched her examine the dainty piece of jewelry. Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes and she suddenly felt so undeserving of everything she had in that moment.

“Oh, Freddie… you shouldn’t… I can’t take this.” She blinked and the first tear fell slowly down her cheek. Fred’s eyes narrowed with worry and endearment, “Of course you can. Do you not like it?”

[y/n] shook her head furiously, “Oh no, I love it. It’s perfect… but you shouldn’t have spent so much on me especially since you’ve been saving-”

Fred cut her off with a gentle chuckle, “Love, what do you think I’ve been saving up for?”

As all the pieces fell together, [y/n] squeezed her eyes shut. She needed a moment to sort out her overwhelming emotions. Her thoughts only became cloudier when she felt Fred press a kiss to her temple and take the necklace from her hand. Fred moved so he was slightly behind [y/n] and gathered her hair over her shoulder, which caused her eyes to flutter open again. His warm hands brushed her neck as he clasped the necklace. She looked back at him to see the brightest grin she’d ever seen him wear.

Fred tenderly took her hand and used his other arm to hold her to his chest. Stars were beginning to appear in the sky, their reflections shimmering on the glassy lake. Fred’s fingers were brushing mindlessly through [y/n]’s hair as they sat tangled in each other. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Fred cleared his throat.

“You know how George and I talk about starting a shop in Diagon Alley?”

[y/n] shifted so she could see Fred better, “Mhm,”

His words came spilling out, tinged with worry, “We’ve been talking about… leaving school early and getting a headstart on it. Between Umbridge and exams and-”

[y/n] pressed her lips to his for a moment, overjoyed by the idea. She knew how talented the twins were when it came to these kinds of things. They loved a little spontaneity and a risk, and they always managed to pull it all off. There was absolutely no reason why this newest scheme wouldn’t be the same.

“If that’s what you want to do, I think it’s a wonderful idea.”

Fred looked shocked, he’d expected her to worry or even try to convince him to stay. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t go if you didn’t want me to.”

She smiled up at him. The loving look in her eyes melted his worries and filled him with relief. “I’ll miss you, obviously. But we can send letters and then once I’m done with school I can come help out if you and George’ll have me. I think you’ll do an excellent job and I’m excited for you.”

“What is a girl as wonderful as you doing with a bloke like me? Merlin, I love you so much.”

Fred’s lips were back on hers before she could return the sentiment.

~ ~ ~

They walked back up towards the castle, their path illuminated by the moon. Their hands were intertwined again, but their bodies were too close together for their hands to swing like they had when the sun was still out. [y/n]’s free hand wandered to the locket on her chest again, still in disbelief that it was truly hers now.

“I still can’t believe you spent all your savings on me…” She said quietly, half hoping that Fred wouldn’t hear her.

His hand tightened around hers, “I wanted to give you something beautiful.” Then he shrugged playfully and added, “Plus, it wasn’t all my savings.”

[y/n] was relieved, “Oh? So what are you going to do with the rest?”

Fred hummed, taking a moment to choose his next words carefully. [y/n] looked up at him to see a grin wash over his face as he spoke, “I’m saving that… for the future.”

She rolled her eyes, disappointed but not surprised by his answer. They took another few steps and [y/n]’s gaze was back on the path before Fred spoke again, his voice low, “... for our future.”

[y/n] felt a blush warm her cheeks under the cool night air. Fred looked down at her to watch a range of emotions flood her face. She looked like she was about to laugh and cry all at once.

~ ~ ~

Less than a month later, [y/n] watched Fred and George Weasley soar across the sky above Hogwarts. They were surrounded by fireworks and the sound of cheering students. When George spotted her in the crowd, he gave her a cheerful wave and called out to Fred. His eyes locked on hers, even from so far away, and he blew her an exaggerated kiss before the brothers turned to head off on their new adventure.

They hadn’t explicitly told [y/n] that they were planning to leave that day, but she’d known. She’d known because George had spent the day before studying with her in the library—even though he was subtly studying from a finance textbook that definitely wouldn’t help him on his Transfiguration exam. She’d known because both boys had given her some of their old clothes they’d found as they went through their trunks the night before, so now she had a cool pair of corduroy slacks and some soft-from-wear t-shirts to remember them by. And she’d known from the way Fred had kissed her that morning before her exam. The kiss was warm and needy and especially fiery. And, when Fred pulled away, [y/n] could see the sadness in his eyes.

[y/n] quietly watched the Weasley “W” fade from the air as the other students began to head back inside. Once there was no longer any evidence that there were ever any fireworks in the sky, [y/n]’s hand found the locket again. She was shaken from her trance when she realized she’d never opened it. Guilt washed over her as she wondered if Fred would have wanted to see her reaction to whatever was inside, and then she felt worried that maybe nothing was inside. Shakily, she pulled the necklace so she could see the dangling piece of silver and opened the locket.

Inside was a picture she’d forgotten even existed. [y/n] was standing beside Fred on the castle steps outside the Yule Ball. He had on a smart suit and her hair fell delicately on her shoulders. Fred’s arm was draped around her in the loose way it did before they started dating. She remembered that George was behind the camera, and she and Fred were laughing at something he’d said. As they laughed in the photo, Fred’s arm tightened and pulled [y/n] closer to him. She could still remember the butterflies in her stomach as he did so too. [y/n] felt tears prick her eyes as she watched the two of them in the locket. Out of all the photos and memories she and Fred had, he had chosen this one for her to wear around her neck. He’d picked a photo that was taken only a couple hours before he’d nervously admitted that he fancied her and she'd first felt his soft lips on hers.

She closed the locket gently and refused to let the tears fall from her eyes as she walked back into the castle. [y/n] traipsed through the mess in the Great Hall corridor and her eyes fell on one of the only Educational Decrees still mostly intact on the floor. Her eyes lit up as she read it, and immediately she picked it up, knowing exactly where it belonged.

~ ~ ~

[y/n] knocked on the door of the Weasley twins’ shop, a brown paper package clutched nervously in her hand and the silver locket hung dutifully around her neck. Fred opened the door and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“What’s this?” Fred gestured to the package as he led her inside. George was painting one of the shelves on the wall on the floor above them and gave [y/n] a wide grin before rushing down for his own hug.

[y/n] told Fred and George about the day they'd left. She told Fred about how she’d opened the locket just after he’d left and how touched she’d been. Then she told them about how she’d found an Educational Decree only slightly frayed by the chaos, and how she’d framed it as a good-luck gift for their shop.

The look in Fred’s eyes as she spoke was distant, he was so overjoyed to be reunited with the love of his life that he barely even registered the fact that she’d omitted which Decree she’d found.

“What’s it say?” George asked, and [y/n] handed the package to him. She looked at Fred, expecting him to watch his brother open their gift, but instead saw the soft look in his eyes, which were fixed on her. [y/n] beamed and came to stand closer to him as he turned to see George pull out the orange frame.

George’s face lit up as he read the words on the paper, “Oi, this is perfect!” Then he turned it for Fred to see. [y/n] looked up at her boyfriend and watched a cheeky smile spread across his face. He looked down at her in disbelief as George propped up the frame on the check-out counter.

Fred shook his head and kissed his girlfriend’s forehead excitedly, “What would I do without you…”

[y/n]’s hand pressed to her chest, atop her locket, as Fred leaned across her to re-examine the rule Umbridge had put into place back at Hogwarts.

“Educational Decree Number 30 - ALL WEASLEY PRODUCTS WILL BE BANNED IMMEDIATELY.”

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