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lucluvr · 1 year

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roughing up your kitty ft. welt yang

after being a brat for several days, welt realizes coddeling you won’t work, so he resorts to other measures to put you back in your place.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა welt yang x sub!reader / hybrid!reader / brat taming / pet play (?) / rough fucking / clit spanking / tail pulling / dacraphyllia / degradtion / use of “dumb mutt” / punishment

welt takes care of you so well. he always looks out for you, makes sure you eat all your meals, protects you when someone oversteps the line, etc. he's the sweetest owner anyone could ask for! however, you and welt got into an argument. since then, you've been avoiding him. you hide in your shared room on the express. welt knows you're somewhere there. he finds you on the highest shelf of his bookshelf. he sighs, rubbing his temples.

"get down." he says, slightly irritated. you hiss at him, turning away from him. welt takes this a sign to fuck off. reluctantly, he turns around and goes to bed. he's too exhausted to deal with your attitude right now. you'll come back and curl up beside him later.

come the next morning, and you're nowhere to be found. however, welt does realize that you ate your breakfast, so that's a good sign. the cabinet where he stores your food is trashed and untidy. he adjusts his glasses, huffing as he has to bend down and clean the cabinet.

welt returns later that night after adventuring out in the city, bringing back a new collar and toys for you. he hopes this will improve your mood, or at least get you to show yourself. he again sees you've helped yourself to dinner. he also notices his room is way messier than he left it. he spends a couple of minutes tidying everything around. he calls out for you, and again, no response. he's tempted to ask the other crew members if they've seen his kitty anywhere, but he decides maybe you're just throwing another one of your tantrums again.

the fourth evening of your silence rolls around. welt finds himself back in his room, jaw dropped. everything is a mess. the couch is moved, there's a broken lamp on he floor, his books are all over the floor. however, sitting by his feet is his beloved kitty, perched on your heels. he looks at you with a nastya glare,

"go to your room. i don't want to hear a word from you," his tone is strict and harsh. it leaves no room for discussion. with droopy ears and your tail slotted between your legs, dejectedly you walk to your room.

welt spends a few hours of his precious evening fixing your mess. sometimes he regrets ever allowing those three kids to take you home. he didn't know belobog even had hybrids until march, dan heng, and stelle brought you to him, begging to keep you. much to stelle and march's dismay, you grew more attached to their beloved mr.yang than them, so you became welt's kitty.

after he finishes cleaning, welt grabs a book and decides to try and relax. he sees you sitting by his door, staring at him intensely.

"what do you want?" welt says harshly. you crawl towards him, rubbing against his leg. you purr and meow happily at him. he looks down at you, incredibly annoyed. welt notices the way you shift on your heels to rub your thighs together. your happy purrs turn into whines as you climb into welt's lap.

"mr.yang, please help me," you rub your ears against his neck, humping his thigh. "it hurts so bad!" his arms loop around your waist. his eyebrows furrow as he tries to figure out why you're like this. it hits him, your heat cycle. he coos at you, rubbing your ears.

"you poor thing, you haven't taken your suppressants, have you?" welt realizes that since you've been feeding yourself cans of food everyday, you haven't been taking your pills. you shake your head,

"didn't know where they were. please help me, master." you keep rutting against him, your slick soiling his pants. welt feels sorry for you. he remembers how bad your very first heat was. you were humping anything in sight, including his shoes. he wasn't able to come ou of his room for a week because he had to care for you. he sighs softly, reaching under your skirt (march insists you wear it because it looks adorable on you!) he gently touches your panties, soon noticing they're fully soaked. you whine and mewl against him.

welt instructs you to unbuckle his pants, and you make quick work of it, desperate for your owner's cock. he pulls out his cock from its confins, making your mouth water and cunt clench. he drags his cock up and down your slit, toying with your puffy clit. it peaks out from behind the little hood. welt lines himself up with your hole, pushing you down on his harshly.

as sorry as he feels for you, he's incredibly pissed. you messed up all of his furniture and got yourself into this mess all because he agreed with march that another kitty was adorable. your jealous streak caused all of this, and he'll make sure you remember that.

"stupid kitty," he spits at you, tugging at your tail. you mewl at his harshness, tears pricking at your eyes. the feeling of his cock in your needy cunny feels like heaven. your eyes roll back into your skull and before you know it, welt has you pressed into the couch. he roughly slams his cock into you, pulling at your tail when he pleases. he's so angry, so annoyed.

"all of this because you were jealous. stupid fucking mutt," he hisses as you clench around his dick, sucking him in. you whimper into the couch, tugging at the surface. you clit is being rubbed against the fabric, making you moan and mewl like a bitch in heat-- you are, you realize. welt slaps you on your ass, pouring all his tension and frustration out on you

"cats are easy, they said." slap! "they mind their own business, they said." slap! slap! "they're fucking liars. you're so goddamn needy. you're worse than a stupid fucking mutt," slap! slap! slap!

you sob and pant into the cushions as the coil in your stomach tightens. welt flips you onto your back, tugging your tail. you arch your back and claw at his shoulders. he pries open your mouth, thumb pressing on your tongue. his hot saliva meets the surface of your tongue and you cum right there. fat globs of cum, dripping down your legs.

"stupid mutt," you want to cry and argue that you're not a mutt! you're nowhere near as bad as those dumb dogs, but the way your owner's cock pistols in and out of your sloppy cunt, you can't bring yourself to complain. you enjoy the feeling of creaming on his cock over and over again. welt wraps his hand around you neck, a dizzy feeling coming over you.

"just remember how you feel right now the next time you want to act like a dumb mutt."

a/n: this took me hours to write idk why...im still not happy with it per say, but im too tired to try any longer, please enjoy!!

#welt x reader #welt smut #hsr welt #welt yang #hsr imagines #welt x you #honkai star rail welt #honkai welt #honkai star rail

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wintfleur · 3 months

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₊˚ෆ stella’s relationship with sunghoon !

━━━ ❛ I don’t feel lonely when I see you

ᡣ𐭩 BASICS !

when did they meet they met when Stella went to South Korea for an international figure skating competition. Stella was 10 at the time while Sunghoon was 12. Even with their small age gap and slight language barrier, they were quick to become friends as they talked and sat on the bleachers in the ice rink. They made sure to exchange numbers before they had to part ways (their moms thought it was adorable how they wanted to be pen pals) They even waited to watch each other's programs.

their first impressions of each other

When Sunghoon first saw Stella he first noticed her dimples when she was smiling at her mom. She was sitting on the bleachers in her big pink jacket, her hair in ponytails and her Korean study books in her lap. He was nervous to approach her, but he's very grateful that he did, it was very easy for them to get along! He liked how funny and outgoing she was!

Pretty and tall were the first two words that first came to Stella's mind, when he shyly greeted her on the bleachers. He had asked her in a mix of Korean and English if she needed some help while pointing to the books in her lap and she shyly accepted the offer . . . the books were long forgotten as they got to know each other. She liked how sweet and helpful he was!

favorite memory they have of each other when sunghoon came to visit during the summer, and they got stuck in her and her siblings' treehouse for a few hours because the rope broke and they couldn’t get down. They had to wait until her parents came home to rescue them.

ᡣ𐭩 DETAILS !

songs that represent them

fairy of shampoo – txt

young folks – peter bjorn and john

polaroid love – enhypen

bella’s lullaby – carter burwell

dimple – bts

seasons - wave to earth

fly to my room – bts

everything – the black skirts

ripples – beabadoobee

their contact names for each other

sunghoon’s (for stella): hugsy 🐧

stella’s (for sunghoon): dimples 👧🏻

contact photos

their tropes sunshine protector sunghoon! x sunshine stella! , introverted chaotic sunghoon! x extroverted chaotic stella! , platonic soulmates, found family, partners in crime, ice prince & ice princess.

nicknames

stella’s (from sunghoon): stell, stargirl, rapunzel, dimples

sunghoon’s (from stella): hoonie, hoon, pascal, hugsy

their love languages

stella’s: physical touch, words of affirmation, quality time

sunghoon’s: physical touch, words of affirmation, gift giving

favourite things to do together skating together, have long facetime calls, karaoke, dancing, shopping together, watching the twilight movies, annoying daisy, playing video games, going to pottery classes.

ᡣ𐭩 THEIR THINGS !

sunghoon coming to sleep in Stella’s room because he gets scared being alone after watching the horror movie she’s forces them to watch

stealing each other’s sunglasses

sending each other gifts

having picnics

spending an hour doing there skincare routine because they are to busy singing along to the music

long calls where they just gossip

going on night walks

always bickering with each other

arm wrestles (more like hoonie forces her to because he likes rubbing it in her face when he wins)

texting each other at ungodly hours

spending hours in the dance studio

sunghoon resting his arms on her shoulder

head pats

decorating each others nintendo switches so they can match

sending each other random selfies

always teaming up when they play board games/video games

always going out to get a treat when they see each other (it’s tradition)

going on late night walks by the han river and the lakes in michigan

playful flirting

drunk karaoke

making each other playlists

praising each other any chance they get

giving stella piggyback rides when she gets tired

going on morning runs

stella absentmindedly playing with his hands when she's nervous or bored

Laughing until they cry

Sunghoon always getting pouty when Stella beats him in a race on the ice (he is always suggesting they should race)

back hugs

ᡣ𐭩 FUN FACTS !

Stella is a huge fan of friends, a show she would watch with sunghoon, and one of the characters Joey, has a stuffed animal penguin called Hugsy . So Stella made that into one of her nicknames for sunghoon since he resembles a penguin.

Sunghoon is on the more protective side with Stella, he's been there on the other side of the call as Stella cries about how people have treated her badly or how people treat her differently and compare her to her brothers.

He hates seeing her upset and he hates how people take advantage of her kindness so his protective side comes out a lot with her.

They once made a figure skating routine to ‘Bella’s Lullaby’ by Carter Burwell when he came to visit, they filmed it and posted it on her youtube channel where it went viral.

Sunghoon likes to joke around and call himself her muse from how much she draws and paints him, he keeps all of her artwork that she gives him.

They went and saw Bruno Mars together when she came to visit, he surprised her with tickets.

Sunghoon always sends her flowers for valentines

Stella’s parents absolutely love sunghoon, and his parents absolutely love her, are always asking him when she's coming to visit!

The figure skating fans and media love to call stella the ice princess with her dominating and graceful figure skating style, and sunghoon’s nickname is ice prince – so they love to joke around about being royalty.

Stella always sends sunghoon videos of her figure skating routines, his opinion means a lot to her.

Sunghoon always finds a way to support Stella in her skating, she's a professional and still competes, he sometimes gets a little emotional watching her skate because he misses competing with her.

Whenever they visit and see each other, they always try to find some time to go to a rink and skate together!

sunghoon is the biggest juraj anti (despite stella saying that she and him are okay now) because he broke her heart

sunghoon pretends to hate rutger but he actually really likes him and thinks he's great for stella, sunghoon and rut get along very well when sunghoon is not being dramatic!

sunghoons friend and fellow enhypen member Jake, is hopelessly in love with Stella, he has it so bad for her. and sunghoon absolutely hates it, he tries his best to keep Stella to himself and away from his members.

but no matter how hard he tries, it doesn't work. Stella has a great relationship with all of his members, she's very outgoing so it was easy to become close with them.

they are definitely one of each other's comfort person.

sunghoon has had many appearances on her youtube channel, whether it's vlogs, dancing or figure skating choreography, baking videos or just random things; here are some examples. (stella and sunghoon going indoor rock climbing, them going sledding and making snowman and having a very intense snowball fight, learning how to become a florist, becoming baristas, stella teaching him how to play golf) + more !!

ᡣ𐭩 TEXTS !

au masterlist - you can find everything under #👩🏻‍🎨 ͡ ꒱ Stella Hughes!

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( pls Stella and sunghoon are so dear to me , and I really hope you guys love them as much as I do !! Even to my Stella readers who don’t know who he is or who enhypen is , I hope you love them as well !! I will have more of them in the future , I am actually working on a smau rn when Stella goes to Korea to visit him !! Daisy is the lovely oc of @qoqurt and the third person to there iconic trio , everyone go check her out pls pls 🫶🏻 )

°. — taglist ( @cixrosie @toasttt11 @bunbunbl0gs @petite-potato4 @winterbarnesblog @yoontwin @iceflwers )

©️WINTFLEUR

#👩🏻‍🎨 ͡ ꒱ Stella Hughes!#(∩˃o˂∩)♡ : stella n sunghoon #💌stellahughes!#nhl au #hughes sister #park sunghoon #park sunghoon x reader #park Sunghoon x oc #sunghoon smau #sunghoon fluff #enhypen smau #nhl x oc #౨ৎ my lovely moots

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diorcities · 1 year

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ho portato le stelle a letto

req: I'm ovulating and the only thing I can think of is cockwarming w haechan while counting his moles because I'm horny but also emotional and I just wanna give that man a baby🌋🔥

pairing: haechan x reader

genre: smut kinda, fluff

content: cockwarming, domestic love, nothing else actually.

wc: 700+

an: thank u anon !! sorry for the delay, i was really invested on strawberries and cigarettes, hope you like it <3 we just reach 800 followers aaaaaa tysm

masterlist — message me !

you hear haechan curse his reflection in the mirror in front of the bed. he's staring at his face, contracted in an annoyed grimace. “what's wrong?” you ask, stopping your reading. “a pimple just showed up,” he breathes.

you leave the book on your nightstand, and get up from the mattress, approaching him from behind. the fresh fragrance due to his recent shower reaches your nose, gently inhaling the soft skin of the nape of his neck. haechan, let you rock his body side to side, as your hands caress his chest. peaking over his shoulder, you look at him. “it's ok, honey,” you whisper.

haechan paid little to no attention to your words, as he's very invested in studying his face in hopes of finding other beauty marks. you stay in silence, knowing how much he cares about his appearance. “we have matching pimples,” you notice, grabbing his chin and making him look at you. a small laugh leaves his lips. “we do,” he recognizes. “since we both have pimples…,” you comment, “shall we do a skincare routine?”.

a small nod makes you go to the restroom. the moment you return to the bedroom, haechan is sitting on the bed, his head resting on the headboard. you make your way to him, sitting with legs crossed in front of him. “should we make each other skin care?” he suggests, watching you smile widely.

“yes.”

his hands go to your waist, getting closer to him and making you sit on his lap. your hands work on the pimple patches. haechan does the same, taking out a pair of them. his free hand going to your chin, to have a better look at your face. you hear him murmur a song. he's concentrated, as he bites his lips, trying to put the patch on the right spot. once he's done, you proceed to do the same.

“where should i put it?” you ask him, brushing his hair off his forehead. he points a finger to a spot in his cheek, asserting the pimple, making you wonder how much he stared at it to know exactly where it was. the pair of round circles adorn his cheeks once you finished. “now, ten minutes,” you inform. “make yourself comfortable, ma'lady”.

the book on your nightstand was no longer interesting, as you found yourself studying your boyfriend's face, wishing that he could see himself through your eyes, so he could finally realize how gorgeous he was, with or without those imperfections that made him rare. “you're staring, weirdo,” you hear him murmuring. his eyes still close. “i'm not,” you deny, looking elsewhere.

“horrible, isn't it?” he asks, opening his eyes. you look at him, immediately knowing what he is referring to. “of course no, haechan,” you whisper. “perfect.” you watch him shake his head, slowly. “perfect to me.”

“how about everyone else?” he asks. “well…, perfection is subjective,” you point out, “it's impossible to be perfect for everyone since there are different standards,” you reply. “we're growing and changing, it's normal that our bodies change too.”

“it's not the end of the world,” you whisper, rubbing your thumb in his hand. you see him detach his head from the headboard and sit upright, face to face, inches away from you. “it's not the end of the world,” he repeats, before going in for a kiss. your eyes opening as soon as you notice the bulge under you. looking at him in awe.

“what can i say? i adore when you go smarty pants.”

“smarty pants?” you asks, while his hands go to the waistband of your pajamas. he tossed them off right away. “mmm… makes me hard.” you laughed. “but we're doing skin care right now, remember?”. “you're right.”

he let you go when you got up to throw away the patches, returning with some tissues and lotions. you sit in the same place as you were before. haechan pretends to read your book, opening his eyes in surprise when he feels you pulling his underwear to free his length.

“i thought we were doing skin care.”

“i mean, we can still do.” before sliding his cock inside you. “so…, this contains niacinamide and this one retinol,” you inform. “retinol.” “okay.”

he starts applying the lotion in your face, gently rubbing circles waiting for your skin to absorb the product. your fingers did the same, making sure to be extra careful. your attention being diverted from the main target. finding yourself tracing paths in his skin.

haechan noticed it, and remained silent.

his moles forming constellations. a whole galaxy in his cheeks. and neck. more hiding under his shirt. splashing his body. how many could you count, before losing track? how many of them are, and how many of them your eyes don't know yet?

“ho portato le stelle a letto,” you quote the book you were reading. you hear him giggle. “what does that mean?” he asks while rocking you in his arms.

i took the stars to bed.

#nct imagines #nct smut #nct 127 smut #haechan smut #nct dream smut #haechan scenarios #haechan drabbles #haechan imagines #♡haechan #haechan fluff #nct dream fluff #nct 127 fluff #donghyuck smut #donghyuck imagines #donghyuck fluff

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softnova · 1 year

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i could only have you in my dreams

pairing: danstelle (dan heng x stelle) words: ~8200 rating: explicit (smut) read on ao3

-☆-

“Psst.”

A few months ago, Dan Heng would’ve known immediately who was at his door. He would’ve known right away how to respond, too, which would take one of several routes: first, he might let them in just to be polite. Second, he might respond and say he was busy, ask if they could come back later (and by the time ‘later’ rolled around, they’d have forgotten entirely). Third, and perhaps his personal favorite, he might ignore them altogether while silently thanking Asta for installing new locks on all the doors.

But it isn’t a few months ago. A lot has changed. And one of those changes is that it isn’t guaranteed to be March 7th on the other side of the door anymore.

“Are you awake?”

His mouth goes dry, because he is, and because that certainly isn’t March. And as those things are what they are, he doesn’t know how to respond. If he should respond.

“Yes,” he says, then winces. What an inopportune time for his voice to crack. “I’m— I am awake.”

A brief quiet. The door rattles minutely on its track, then stops.

“Okay, so… Are you going to let me in?”

Dan Heng watches the door, as if waiting for it to unlock and open itself. It does neither. Is he going to let them in?

“Oh, come on, I can’t be that annoying—”

“One moment,” he manages, “sorry. Just, ah, finishing clearing something up—”

“Sure, right,” they scoff. He can practically hear their eyes rolling. “I bet it’s a complete mess in there, knowing you.”

He grits his teeth, standing right in front of the door now, his hand hovering just before its handle. Maybe you are that annoying, he might say if he was funny. He isn’t. It would probably sound like he means it. Which he wouldn’t. Couldn’t. His heart is doing something awful in his chest and careful breaths don’t seem to make a difference. Shaking his head, he flips the lock and slides the door open.

“Why are you awake?” he says instead of a quip, apparently incapable of being charming. Why should he want to be, anyway? Why should he care so much if she takes the direct question offensively?

“It isn’t that late, Dan Heng.” Bright eyes wait for him, flashing a sort of gold or hazel he’s never quite been able to place. He can’t explain why her easy response offers him a sort of relief. But anyway, it’s around two in the morning; late or early, semantics aside, she should be sleeping, not waiting outside his door. Not watching him expectantly. “Are you going to let me in or what?”

keep reading on ao3

#honkai star rail #hsr #danstelle #dan heng #stelle #trailblazer #honkai star rail fic #hsr fic #honkai fic #fanfic #words #mine #softie writes

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keep-the-wolves-close · 8 months

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Steady Heart

Chapter 11: Meet Me in the Morning

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)

* Warnings: language, death, shooting a bear

* Word count: 3,305ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

Stella sat quietly with Tate, waiting for him to be able to see his mom. The doctors were explaining things to the family about Monica’s prognosis and the outlook of her motor function. Tate would go in and visit afterward.

Motion at the corner of the hallway grabbed her attention. John came around the bend only to be stopped short at the sight of his grandson and ranch hand sitting there. His heart stopped and he struggled to catch his breath. “Tate? Stella? What are you doing here?”

“I’m babysitting until they’re ready for Tate here to visit his mom.”

Tate objected. “Hey I’m not a baby!”

Stella and John shared a laugh. “Okay, I’m sitting with Tate until they’re ready for him.” She leaned toward the boy, “was that better?”

Tate nodded. “Yes. I like that a lot more.”

John smirked as he watched the scene play out in front of him.

Stella gave her attention to her boss. “What’re you doing here, sir?”

“Just a check up for that previous subject you heard about.”

She raised a suspicious eyebrow. A feeling familiar to her from 15 years prior clenched in her stomach. It made her feel like she was 11 years old sitting in the hospital waiting for Ryan to show up. “Everything good?”

“Yeah. I was given an A plus on my record. I’m gonna go in and see what’s going on.”

She gave her boss a nonchalant salute and relaxed back in her chair. Tate started to fidget next to her. “What’s going on, bud?”

“I wanna see my mom.”

“We’ll be able to go in soon, okay? Gotta wait for the go ahead.” Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Where the fuck are you

A heavy sigh escaped her lips at the angry text from Rip. The hand with her phone dropped into her lap. She placed her glasses on top of her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. She was tired of looking at things in focus.

“Aunt Stella? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, buddy. Just annoyed.”

“What happened?”

“Ah, just someone being a jerk. That’s all.”

“You want me to take care of ‘em?”

Stella laughed. “No it’s okay. I can handle even the worst of bullies. Thank you though.”

The door opened next to them. Kayce poked his head out and called for his son to come into the room. He glanced back out at Stella, still leaning on the door, and could see the tension rolling through her. Her glasses on top of her head gave it away. “Hey Stell, you good?”

She stood and took a few steps over to Kayce. She held out her phone with the text from Rip ready to display. “I was supposed to be there early this morning. It’s all hands on deck to find that bear.”

Kayce’s face dropped. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve been fine with Tate here.”

“Kayce you know me. I have a penchant for helping people. And I’m currently aggravated at the other option. So fuck him.”

He straightened himself and stepped out into the hallway. “Listen, I’ve caused enough hell for you the last few days. You go. I’m gonna send Tate home with my dad anyhow. It’ll make things easier to take care of Monica the first couple days.”

“What’s the outlook by the way?”

“Not exactly great, but not life threatening anymore. Just gonna be a long road from here.”

“You guys got this, I believe in you.” She looked into the room and locked eyes with Monica. “I’m gonna go say hi to her and then I’ll head out to my doom.”

Stella let a soft smile fall into place when she walked across the threshold. “Hey you.” Monica gave a side smile back.

“Thank you for helping Kayce with Tate. And for making sure he brushed his teeth.”

Stella looked at Tate jokingly. “You ratted me out!”

“Oh I’ve heard all about it in the last five minutes.” Monica chuckled weakly.

Both of the grandfathers in the room watched the women silently joke and felt a sense of peace. Kayce smiled softly from the door.

“Well, I just wanted to tell you that I’m sure you’re gonna get better in no time, and that whatever help you guys need, don’t hesitate to ask me. I’m here for whatever y’all need.”

“Thank you, Stella. Really.”

“Of course miss ma’am. You get better now, ya hear?” Monica nodded in response. Stella turned to face the men. “Now I’ve got an appointment with a foreman and a bear. Both angry, but in different ways.”

She chuckled at their faces and made her way out. She almost got to the corner of the hallway before she heard Kayce shout be careful. Smiling over her shoulder Stella shouted back, “Never cowboy!”

Her shoulders tensed while she put her car in park. Looking through her windshield, she witnessed Rip stomp a trail to her. ‘Get ready for the bitching now.’ Her eyes rolled and she got out of the car with a huff leaving everything in there.

“Where the fuck have you been?! I told you early this morning! It’s almost noon!”

“Rip,” she let out a harsh huff, "I had something important that needed to be taken care of.”

“Oh really? And what was so important that you had to fall back on your word? I told you all hands on deck.”

“You know, I really don’t have to tell you. Just because you’re my boss, doesn’t mean my personal life is your business.”

“When it interferes with your performance, it is my business.”

“Oh go tell it on the mountain somewhere else.” Stella rolled her eyes and walked to the barn to get Abigail.

Rip watched her stalk away to the barn. His blood pressure rose to the stratosphere. This girl was giving him a hell of a time and was being too stubborn to learn. Lloyd chuckled from his left.

“She’s sure giving you one hell of a run for your money, ain’t she?”

“She’s being hardheaded and refuses to acknowledge the problem. She won’t listen, Lloyd.”

Lloyd’s bushy eyebrows pulled together in a frown. “What brought all this on?”

Rip looked around to make sure no one was within earshot. “I’m getting tired of burying Kayce’s secrets, and I don’t want her to end up being one of the secrets I have to put in the ground.”

Lloyd’s face hardened. “You and I both know that boy would sacrifice himself if it meant she came out safe. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her.”

“Can we be so sure? He’s a changed man now, and isn’t just the wild eyed boy we remember him as.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t let any harm come to her. If anything, there would be more to bury from him stopping them.”

Rip remained silent and still, thinking. He knew that Stella and Kayce had become a package deal at this point, but he just wanted what was best for her. He didn’t want Kayce to be the reason her back broke from carrying the weight of troubles he brought on.

“I can see the wheels spinning. You know you can’t be aggressive with trying to get her to understand. She bucks back twice as hard.” Rip knew that. Everyone knew that. “Maybe your temper that she’s not listening is getting the better of you?” Lloyd suggested. “I think you two are more similar than either of you would like to admit.”

He nodded at Lloyd and looked at the ground. Stella had spent plenty of time around him in her very impressionable teenage years. It would make sense that she had picked up some of his mannerisms. “Which makes sense for why she’s responding the way she is.”

“Why's that?”

“Because I would do the same thing.” Rip admitted.

Lloyd smirked under his mustache. Rip would learn one of these days. He was getting closer. Lloyd hoped that the foreman and the woman of the gang could iron out the wrinkles soon.

When Stella crossed the threshold Abigail was standing in the cross ties. Ryan moved around the mare fixing her saddle the way Stella always had it set. Stella cleared her throat.

Her brother whipped his head to where she was standing with her arms crossed. He admitted quickly, “we fucked up this morning.”

“So did I. He’s double pissed then.” She rolled her eyes and took a few strides forward grabbing Abigail’s reins and unhooked her from the cross ties. Stella felt Ryan’s presence come up behind her. She looked over her shoulder at him and asked, “so what did y’all do?”

“We all forgot a rifle, Jimmy’s horse spooked and he almost got eaten, Walker and I had to rope the bear and run it off.”

Her eyes widened. “Jesus Christ. Well he’s making me go with him now. So wish me luck.” Rip bellowed her name from outside the barn. “I’m gonna need it.” Ryan squeezed her shoulder. She gracefully stepped into her saddle. As she ascended she felt her brother’s hand immediately grab her foot like when she was younger to help her hike it over. She smiled fondly at the muscle memory. Stella gently nudged her hips forward causing Abigail to walk out the door.

Stella ducked her head when they went through the door. It was a large barn door, it was plenty high enough. She could never break the habit from the smaller door at one of the first ranches she and Ryan had been at. That ranch had been a much smaller operation than the Dutton legacy.

Rip waited on Stella up on his gelding. Oddly patient. Something had changed in his demeanor and it gave Stella whiplash. He asked, “ready to go?”

Her face scrunched and she pulled her head back, suspicious. “Uh, yeah. You got the rifle?”

“You heard, huh?”

“Yeah. Glad it didn’t turn out worse. I’ve got a rope and my knife. You want me to get my pistol from my car?”

“Nah I’ve got the rifle. It’s all we’ll need.”

“Let’s go then.” She nudged Abigail into motion.

“Be careful Stella!” She heard Ryan yell at her.

She smirked over her shoulder for the second time that day. “Never Ry!”

Both Rip and Stella had been silent for 30 minutes. It would take a good chunk of time to get out to the far pasture Walker had run it off in. Rip rode ahead of her, but never far enough to be out of hearing distance. Stella knew he hoped to run into the bear first to keep her away from it.

“So,” she called out and Rip slowed his gelding to a walk for her to catch up. “We’re caught up in another bear problem. Seems to be a theme here.”

“Yeah, one we gotta break after today.” His answer was short. He had to remember that he was still upset with her.

Stella bit her bottom lip and took the leap. “I’m sorry.” She could feel his gaze on her. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him. “I just don’t understand why you’re so angry about a friendship that’s been over half my life at this point.”

“It’s not the friendship I’m worried about, Stella. It’s your safety. Kayce has been different since he came back from the service. Unhinged almost.”

“But here’s the thing Rip… he’s always been a little unhinged. Monica and myself are the ones that help ground him.”

“But it’s not your responsibility to ground him.”

Stella broke and chanced to look at him. Her shoulders dropped. “I know it’s not, but I’m not gonna sit by and watch someone I care about destroy themselves.” They were coming up on a cliff. She gave Abigail direction to stop. “You know me. I’m a helper. And I’d follow him to hell and back.”

“Sometimes to a fault, Stella-belle. And I wish he would stop going there with you following.”

The trees became silent. It was like every noise around them stopped. It weighed heavily on Stella’s shoulders and made the air thick and hard to breathe. Her forehead crinkled in uncertainty. Looking to Rip for silent direction, eyes wide with concern. Typically when the forest went silent, it was time to leave. That’s what everyone in the bunkhouse had taught her growing up. It meant your invitation had been revoked and something weird or dangerous was about to happen.

Rip hopped down off his gelding and quickly tied him to a tree. Pulling out the rifle, he walked forward. His head tracked back and forth on a swivel, keeping an eye out in almost every direction. Stella wasn’t about to get off of her mode of fast transportation. Abigail was solid through nearly everything, but Stella didn’t want to take the chance of losing her way out if the bear came around and decided to get funky. Stella slowly walked Abigail behind Rip. Alarmed at every noise that broke the eerie dead air.

A cracking branch caught their attention. They looked to the left and the bear they were looking for ran through some skinny trees growling. It knew they were there and it was letting them know it wasn’t happy about it. Rip pulled up the rifle to aim at the rogue bear. Stella made Abigail stand. It felt like the mare was dancing on her tiptoes. The bear ran farther to the right and let out another warning growl as it trotted along.

Abigail and Stella tracked the bear, but both whipped their heads in the direction of the cliff. Rip started to charge after the bear. “Wait! Shh!” Rip stopped short at her warning. There were noises coming from over the side. Stella and Rip locked eyes, worry took over them both. In motion that looked like a choreographed dance Stella swung down off of her horse, sure to keep the reins tight in her grasp.

They rushed up the hill and around the corner to the cliff side searching for where the commotion of mumbling voices was coming from. Stella let Abigail stand ground tied and they came to the cliff's edge and saw a couple hanging onto the side of the cliff face for dear life.

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” Rip let out an exasperated sigh. “Stella, get your rope!” He ordered.

She took off to Abigail. In the background she could hear Rip shouting directions to the couple and asking questions to keep them distracted. She took the loose end of her lasso and tied it to Abigail’s saddle horn tight.

“Stella, tie it and bring the other end over here!”

“Already on it!” She ran back over to Rip and carefully leaned over the edge of the cliff face. Abigail followed, close enough so the rope would reach the couple, but a good distance away from the edge.

“Okay okay! Look at me! Calmly wrap this around you one at a time!” She started to lower the rope. When it reached them, they started to scramble to get it wrapped around both of them.

“No no one at a time!” Rip hollered. The woman slipped and grabbed onto her partner’s legs. She was struggling to hold on.

Stella could hear Abigail struggling in the background to hold the weight of both people.

Rip yelled again. “That’s too heavy! We can’t pull both of you up at the same time! Explain to him we can’t fuckin’ lift both of you!”

The couple screamed and flailed around. Within seconds they witnessed the woman lose her grip and fall to her death. Stella screamed. “No!” The man looked up at her and Rip. He sobbed, destroyed at losing his loved one. Stella flung the rope toward him. “Please put this under your arms.” She pleaded with him, motioning what she wanted him to do.

“Hey! Grab this with both hands!” Rip yelled. The man continued to sob and looked below him to the forest floor. Rip called out again. “Listen to me! Grab it with both hands!”

The man took one last look at the pair and let go. Stella’s stomach dropped. She and Rip fell back against the ground. Her mouth opened in shock and disbelief. There was a jerk from the back of her jacket and she flew back from the cliff face and landed against the tree next to her.

“I don’t need you to fall either, Jesus!” Rip exclaimed.

“Fuck what do we do?” Stella asked breathlessly.

A frighteningly close bellow came from behind them. Abigail whinnied and squealed before she bolted. To their dismay, the bear had found them with all the noise. The bear stomped a few times and then charged. Stella scrambled backward past the tree and the rifle. She passed it off to Rip’s searching hand. He wasn’t taking his eyes off that bear. Rip grabbed the rifle with lightning speed, took a knee and let a shot ring out; hitting the bear square in the forehead. Their huffing and puffing loud the alarming hush that fell over the forest.

“What do we do?” Stella asked in a high pitch. Her heart pounded in her chest so hard she thought it would fly out.

They found their horses banded together not too far from where they had left Rip’s bay. They got on and galloped back to the ranch. They came through the main gate from the opening to the pastures and ground to a halt by the round pen. Rip dismounted and looked up at Stella as he handed her his reins.

“You stay here. I gotta make a couple calls. Don’t say anything to anyone.” He pulled out his phone and called Jamie first. He didn’t pick up, but Rip left him a voicemail. He proceeded to make his way to the barn leaving Stella there in silent fear.

Once he was in the barn he called John, who also didn’t pick up. Another voicemail would have to suffice. “Sorry to bother you again sir, but we need the sheriff out here asap. So when you get this, give me a call will you?” He hung up and went to the bunkhouse.

It sounded lively inside. Walker could be heard strumming and singing, and the other men of the house talked animatedly to each other. When he crossed into the house, he saw Tate sitting at the table and Beth in a chair at the end.

She turned and looked over her shoulder pleased to see him. “Looks like you brought the music festival to me!”

He stared at her, conflicted. Ryan noticed his sister wasn’t with him and he stood from the back of the room.

Ryan took in the distraught look on Rip’s usually emotionless face. His stomach sank. “Where’s Stella? Is she okay?”

“Everything is fine Ryan. Your sister included. Go back to what y’all were doing. I need to borrow her for a little bit longer.” Rip directed and immediately turned on his heel to leave.

Stella jumped at every noise the ranch made, thinking that someone was coming up on her. She wasn’t sure how the events of today were going to unfold, and she really wasn’t enjoying being stuck in this position to find out.

Rip came from around a different corner and it startled her. Her hand flew to her chest. “My god, I can’t stop jumping.”

“Everything will be okay Stella, but I need you to stay with me and stay calm. We’re gonna get this figured out.” He reached out for his reins. “C’mon. Let’s get these horses put up and come with me to the lodge. You’ll be staying here tonight.”

She slipped down off of Abigail and followed in his shadow to the barn.

#yellowstone #kayce dutton #yellowstonetv #luke grimes #ian bohen #ryan #kayce dutton fan fiction #yellowstone fanfic #yellowstone fanfiction #kayce dutton fanfic #rip wheeler

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descendinginto-madness · 6 months

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you're safe now.

word count: 878

content warnings: mentions & descriptions of injury

summary: the aftermath of a mission gone... not so right.

author's notes: taking a small break from ocs. just for a little through don't get used to it 😋 alsoooo obv i can't control how peope interpret my work but just keep in mind i didn't write this with a romantic ship in mind 🫶

contains mild spoilers for dan heng's lore

“You should be more careful,” Dan Heng says, sitting next to Stelle on the edge of her bed with a first aid kit. She rolls her eyes, and he lets out a heavy sigh. “You know I'm right.”

“I'm always careful,” she replies, almost annoyed, and he raises his eyebrows but doesn't say anything to that. Instead he simply moves a bit closer. Stelle has already taken off her hoodie, making it easier for him to access a fairly big cut on her arm; it's unfortunately not the only injury she came back with from the mission, but the most serious one - from what Dan Heng could see - and it makes him a bit relieved that there's nothing more serious or harder to treat.

“Show me,” he asks, and she pulls away the now bloodied piece of cloth she was pressing against the wound. The Vidyadhara takes a moment to look at the cut, before he proceeds to clean it; he doesn't hesitate with his movements, but he's also gentle, careful not to cause Stelle more pain.

He finishes cleaning the excess blood and bits of dirt that got into the cut, and turns away for a moment to grab the disinfectant.

“It might sting a little,” he warns, but when the only reaction he gets from Stelle is a nod, he realizes that something is not quite right.

There's no snarky or slightly unhinged remark, just silence; she has been awfully quiet for the past few minutes, and if that wasn't enough Dan Heng also notices her face looks pale, and his eyebrows furrow slightly.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

“Yeah?” She looks back at him, seemingly slightly surprised by the question.

“Not feeling faint or anything like that? You look pale.” He doesn't let it show in his voice, but there's concern starting to grow inside him. What if her injuries are worse than what he initially thought? What if there is some more serious wound that she has been hiding from him up until now? Or what if the Stellaron decided to sabotage her body again and she’s feeling sick?

He goes on to disinfect the wound carefully, trying to make it seem like everything's fine. It's better not to freak Stelle out… Or give her a reason to tease him again.

She does neither of that, though.

“Do I?” she just asks, and then shakes her head. “No, I'm fine. Don't worry about it.”

There's a “but”, he can sense it, but it doesn't seem like she's going to continue, and Dan Heng isn't sure how to make her talk. It's painfully obvious to him that there is something weighing on her mind, but he doesn't know how to approach it. He sighs quietly; sometimes, just sometimes, he wishes the Vidyadhara powers included mind reading - that way, maybe he could make some use of them.

As he reaches for the bandages, though, he suddenly realizes something.

He remembers how he found Stelle - in a dead end, backed into a wall, bloodied and dirty and clearly exhausted, trying to ward off three monsters at once. He remembers the look on her face; it was determination, but also fear, and it turned into relief only after she finally spotted him.

When he begins wrapping the bandage around her arm he asks yet another question, but this time his voice is softer.

“Still thinking about what happened?”

He has to wait a few seconds for a response; once again, it's a nod.

“Yeah,” she admits, her voice similarly quiet. She's silent for a bit more, as if she was thinking about whether she really should say anything more. “...Sorry,” she finally adds. “You're right. I should be more careful, if I was then—”

“Stelle,” he interrupts her. She looks up at him, and their eyes meet. “Do you think I'm angry at you?”

“Maybe?” she laughs, but he notices her eyes are a bit more glossy than usual.

“Then you should know that I'm not,” he says. He finishes bandaging her arm and gently takes her hands to examine them; thankfully, there seem to be no injuries there. “I might get annoyed, but I'm not actually angry, okay?” he asks.

“But… I don't know,” she says. “It’s just… It was scary? I don't know.” Her eyes wander back down, to the ground, and the look on Dan Heng's face softens. “If you didn't show up…”

“I know,” he replies. It's… Oddly painful to see Stelle like this, so unlike herself. This entire thing seems to have affected her more than he initially thought, and it makes him feel guilty for not noticing it sooner. At the same time, he feels odd being the one to comfort her right now - March is definitely way better at this than him - but… He supposes that this one time, he won't mind. But that obviously means he can't leave her with only two words, so he speaks again.

“I can imagine this was quite scary, but it's done now, right?” he adds. “You're here, and you're safe, and that's the most important thing.”

She's quiet for a moment, but, eventually, she nods.

“...Right,” she says, and he's glad to see than when she smiles this time, it doesn't look forced anymore.

#angstpril2024 #honkai star rail #fanfiction #day11 #no way out #hsr #stelle #dan heng #tw injury #dim writing ☁️

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mymarifae · 27 days

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I tried to reply to ur moze ditching jiaoqiu post but my reply was literally too long so I couldnt. cringe. anyways,

I actually rlly liked this part of his characterisation bc it makes hin Extremely practical. bc honestly logically it makes sense! he asessed the situation and determined there was no way he would be able to defeat hoolay (guy who hasnt been killed by the forest for swords for 700 years) by himself so the best course of action is to retreat and look for help

plus he did inisist on staying when jiaoqiu first told him to run and only ran after hoolay broke free and the situation was clear it wasnt going to get better

also I do love the romanticism abt two ppl being extremely devoted towards someone else teehee ^_^

bc they may care deeply for each other but above all they are loyal to their general <3

okay sorry for rambling abt ur probably liveblog this was the first post I saw abt this topic in the jiaoqiu search while scrolling through it after waking up just wanted to share my two cents since u were wondering why ppl arent that bothered by it

he may be extremely practical but imo he's Too Practical. he doesn't have to defeat hoolay - and defeating hoolay would likely be counterproductive to jiaoqiu wanting to see if his lupitoxin is the key to curing feixiao. he just has to get in there long enough to drag him to a slightly safer corner of the prison (and there are a lot of nooks and crannies to hide in in that place). honestly this is probably exactly what dan heng and stelle were thinking in this moment LMFAO no wonder i've been such an astral express trio polycule truther since Day One i share their thought processes and everything

i don't think it's like bad characterization or anything i just don't vibe with it. i also don't understand what romanticism you're talking about fgkjsdbklsnfjbdfgkn like what's... romantic about that... nothing there appeals to me. BUT THAT'S OKAY i know my perspective on romance and love is somewhat unconventional and sometimes what other people find romantic and appealing doesn't click in my head as such - and vice versa ! if we're going to be doing a yaoqing trio polycule (which i do really like, in theory, if i wasn't so annoyed with moze rn) i want an even distribution of devotion between all three members... i want them to find themselves becoming reckless and even foolish in their love, ready to throw themselves into the thick of danger to save the others... not just moze and jiaoqiu putting loyalty to their general above all else, including each other...... does that make sense .

but anyway thank you for sharing your two cents i do appreciate hearing about your perspective, even if i don't fully understand all of it !!!!

#mailbox

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voidfragments · 4 months

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💭💭 - stelle

one thought my muse has had about yours

💭 should i let him know sparkle gave me some trouble while wearing his face...? ...eh, he probably already knows... besides, that's getting into territory he hasn't told me about himself yet. might be better to just... avoid the whole topic for now. nobody likes their secrets coming out before they're ready.

💭 why can't i get this guy out of my head?? ugh, so annoying. he's not even here. ...hey, he'd probably get a kick out of what's going on over there. i should snap a pic for him.

#stelle; ic #dupliciti

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skloomdumpster · 1 year

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riventrix + 10!

…desperately.

Stella is fucking wailing. It's annoying, grating on his nerves. She didn't even know Beatrix, so could someone tell her to shut the fuck up- His knees meet the pool of blood forming around Beatrix's head and Riven can't help the sob that bursts pasts his lips.

Or the next.

Beatrix's eyes are open, unblinking and without anything behind them. They have that glassy characteristic he's seen only a handful of times and from afar. It feels like his chest is going to collapse in itself.

"Bea..." his hands are shaking so much when he cups her neck and lifts her body up, that it looks like Beatrix is moving. Animated. She's not, she's dead and warm, but cooling quickly. Her head is wet where it meets his armor with a horrible noise and causes Riven to fold forward and press his mouth to her forehead and sob harder.

"Bea, please, please, wake up- Wake up-" it's delusional and he knows. Stella knows, because her hand is now touching his bicep, in a gentle manner that Stell has never once reserved for him.

"Riven-"

"Please, wake up..." she's slipping between his fingers. Her body is too heavy and he's too weak and she's slippery and wet and he can't see straight- Riven presses his lips to her forehead again, plants a kiss there, stops breathing when he smells the blood, and then kisses down: her cheek, her lips.

"Wake up, wake up..." feverish and desperate, as if Beatrix is going to blink and complain of a headache, all because he kissed it better. He can't remember when was the last time he kissed her. Or his last words to her.

He thinks it had been "I don't wanna speak with you right now. Or ever again," spat on her face as she cornered him right after Rosalind's office, apologies ready to be asked. He hadn't been ready to forgive her then, he's not ready to forgive her now, and anger shows its ugly head as Riven rattles her delicate body a little harder and shouts, "wake up! Beatrix, wake up!"

"Riv," Stella grabs his hands, pulls at his fingers and she's gentle, but firm. He cups Beatrix's head, puts her back down as if she's made of glass, afraid she'll wound more if he drops her. Stella reaches in and closes her eyes.

"Riven," Sky tugs at his arm and because it's Sky, Riven turns his face and buries it in his best friend's chest, unable to stop the sobs or the tears or the gags, "shhh..." Sky, squeezing him, holding him tight and the only thing stopping Riven's heart from exploding in a bunch of little pieces, "it's okay."

"She won't wake up," he sobs, "do something."

Fix her. Collect all the blood that's currently staining the floor and wake Beatrix up. Instead Sky says, "Ter, could you get someone to move her...?"

To bury her?

#:) desperately you say #angst #fate the winx saga #fate: the winx saga #riventrix

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 1 year

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Hello, may I please have a matchup for Honkai star Impact?

For Appearance small, have dark blonde hair in a messy ponytail with dyed blonde hair tips, pale skin and blue eyes and freckles and usually wear baggy clothes like hoodies or just wear t shirts

. I'm an INTJ, when I find something that I like or could be good use for me I work hard, I don't really have many friends and struggle to make them, I often don't get a lot of sleep and often get tired, I sometimes have dark thoughts and find my self getting self conscious if I talk too much or accidentally annoy someone, I keep my feelings to myself but I also enjoy asking questions and sensing when things go wrong or just to keep myself sane, I often daydream and lose track in time by doing so and I'm quite clever and often plan things, I try to understand others perspective and try to act rational and try to calm things down, but I often hold in my anger and sometimes hit my head against the wall when I'm alone and frustrated with my thoughts and sometimes I blame myself for almost everything but keep my struggles to myself and try not to let myself get pushed around

For my interests and hobbies, I often enjoy drawing and thinking to myself and think of making my stories, I also listen to music alot and enjoy grading at times, I also enjoy learning history and different cultures and religions

(Also some notes about myself, I have low blood pressure and Autism, OCD but I often mask theses)

Hi! Thank you for your request! You didn't mention a male or female preference so I've given you one of each. I hope you like your matchup!

In Honkai Star Rail, I match you with...

Caelus is very hard to annoy so you won't have to worry about him getting irritated if you talk too much.

On the contrary! Caelus loves listening to you talk. He likes your voice and always finds something interesting in what you have to say. If you start to talk less, he'll encourage you to feel comfortable talking around him.

Loves to daydream right alongside you. The other people on the Star Rail walk by confused as you both stare into the distance, your thoughts clearly elsewhere.

Also enjoys listening to music with you. Whenever he brings back a new record, he'll put it on and listen to it with you.

Caelus would love to dance with you while listening to music. Whether it's all out dancing, or just slowly swaying, he's not picky. But if you prefer to just sit and appreciate the music, he's happy with that as well.

Admires your rational nature but also appreciates that you can stand your ground. It's a comfort to him.

Caelus will do his best to make sure you talk about your problems. He knows you prefer to keep things to yourself, but he want you to know that he's there for you if you need to talk.

I also match you with...

Yes, the other version of the main character!

I see Stelle as someone who also struggles to make friends. She seems more forward than Caelus and I think this would come across as being abrasive to people that she doesn't know.

But now that she has you, that doesn't bother her as much.

Enjoys learning about different cultures as well. She travels around a lot with the Star Rail so she's got lots of things she can tell you about the places she's been.

Stelle will encourage you to be more open with your feelings. She's sure it can't been good bottling up your emotions and she wants to make sure you're doing okay mentally.

But she won't push you too much to open up. The last things she want to do is push you away and see you close off to her as well.

Stelle will make sure you know she likes listening to you talk. She'll also try to research topics that you talk about often so she can join you and talk about those things as well.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #honkai star rail #caelus #stelle

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dripkingpetey · 2 years

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untitled-b.boeser

a/n:i will most likely disappear for weeks after i post this like every time but i just wanted to say i hope you guys enjoy this! (in my opinion this fic is kinda weird and sucks?? but i think i will always feel that way about everything i do lol)

lowercase intended (i have no idea why i wrote it like that😐)

brock x oc

2127 words

stella turned her attention away from her book when she saw her phone light up in the corner of her eye, showing that brock had messaged her.

meet me at my dock in 10?

hmm i don’t know, do i want to?

stell you’re so difficult, just come to the dock please.

i promise you won’t regret it.

be there in ten😊

ps.you’re so easy to annoy, mr.sensitive

brock couldn’t help but grin when he saw stella walking down the dock towards him. even though she was in sweatpants and a tank top with her hair pulled up into a bun, he still thought she was the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.

“woah do you have gifts for me?” stella said sarcastically when she saw a to-go coffee cup and an extra UND hockey hoodie on brocks lap, accompanied by some fluffy blankets. “told you you wouldn’t regret it, though i am considering not giving these to you because of the comment you made.” stella raised her eyebrows at his words before realizing what he meant, she quickly apologized for her sarcastic comment and sat down on brocks lap, his arm snaking around her waist like a glove.

“can you just not go to college?” she mumbled quietly into his chest, running her fingers through his blonde hair as the two of them admired the moon reflecting off of the lake.

“i wish i didn’t have to leave either stell, but we’ll still talk lots and see each other all the time.” stella smiled at the nickname brock has always called her, no one else is allowed to call her that, and brock made sure everyone knew. “yeah i guess.” she frowned at him before taking another sip of her now slightly colder coffee.

brock couldn’t help but admire how beautiful stella looked, and before he knew it, he was kissing her. it was a soft and slow kiss, the slowest kiss ever probably, but the both of them had been dying to do it for as long as they could remember. neither of them said anything as they pulled away, exchanging a smile before she put her head back on his chest.

and that was four years ago, now brock’s in vancouver, with the canucks and having a great nhl career. and where’s stella? living in a small apartment in seattle, two and a half hours away from brock, missing him even after four years. they only occasionally talk now, those occasions being birthdays, maybe even christmas sometimes but that’s about it.

she was in so, so much pain. but she could never bring herself to talk about it with anyone, she has very few friends here in seattle anyways. all she does is go to coffee shops, writes in her blog (which is doing surprisingly successful and allowing her to make a living off of it), go for walks in nature, and goes home and spends time by herself. all she wanted to do was talk to brock, hug him one last time, and maybe even kiss him again.

when stella saw that seattle was getting an nhl team, a spark of excitement happened in her brain. “what if i run into brock here?”

brock knew that stella lived in seattle, he was just always too much of a coward to ask her to hangout or even text her a “how are you doing?”. and stella on the other hand didn’t want to be a bother, she didn’t want to mess with brocks life and possibly mess up how well brock was doing in his career. that’s how much stella means to him.

the day brock feared but looked forward to the most finally came, going to an away game in seattle. even though he had no idea where stella lived or what parts of the city she’s in, he had the feeling he’d run into her, there was no way life was gonna keep them apart.

brock wanted to walk around the city during their day off before the game, he stumbled upon this coffee shop in downtown seattle, a couple minutes away from his hotel. but little did he know, it was stellas favourite coffee shop to write at, and she was sitting inside, grabbing her coffee and sitting up at the barstools by the window.

brock got his coffee and scanned around the coffee shop, finding the only empty spot to be next to a familiar blonde head but was interrupted by his thoughts when a teenage boy came up to him, asking if he was brock boeser, to which stella heard and froze completely. her heart literally felt like it dropped into her stomach, no, not even her stomach. it had dropped from her body entirely and sunk into the ground, making a giant hole and out into space. she was panicking, she wanted to get up, and run out of the coffee shop as fast as she could. but she couldn’t, it was like someone had glued her to her seat.

all those years that stella spent crying in her bedroom, watching old videos and looking at pictures of them together, wishing she could go back in time and make it all work out, screaming at herself on why she never reached out to brock is all coming to an end. cause she had to face him this time.

not long after, she felt someone sit next to her, she tried so hard to ignore it and not look over but she did eventually, just a little bit so he couldn’t see her face. but it was brock, the same brock she used to stare at for hours while laying with him, just a little bit older, and definitely more mature.

stella contemplated on what to do, should she say nothing? should she say hi? should she get mad at him about not texting her for the past four years?

brock on the other hand was also freaking out, wondering what he had done, wondering if she knew he was here, wondering if he had done the right thing, wondering if he should’ve just walked out.

after all these years, stella still couldn’t do it, she still couldn’t face brock. she started packing her things up, leaving her book behind on purpose, with a glimpse of hope that brock would chase after her and return the book, telling her how much he’s missed her and asking to be back in her life again, like a perfect romantic movie.

but that wasn’t the case, brock watched her leave, just like how stella watched brock leave their hometown four years ago. all brock wanted to do was talk to stella, but he just couldn’t and he didn’t know why.

and all stella wanted to do was talk to brock, but she just couldn’t bring herself to it. but now stella is two blocks away from the coffee shop, her music slowly getting louder by her panicking and pressing the volume up button on her phone, as her tears start to fill up her eyes and flow out uncontrollably.

while brock stayed sitting in his seat, bottling up all his emotions knowing this is gonna affect the rest of his day, probably even his week.

“woah, what happened to mr.sensitive over here?” elias joked as he walked into him and brocks hotel room, revealing a sad-looking brock who was sitting on the edge of his bed with his face in his hands. “i saw- never mind, i don't want to talk about it petey.” brock mumbled before looking up at elias. “how about me, you, and a couple of the guys go to a bar and get rid of whatever this is?” elias said and pointed at brock when he emphasized “this”.

“yeah sure, whatever.” brock sighed as he stood up. “let’s go see who wants to go out.”

surprisingly, most of the young guys on the team said yes, so all of them went for an adventure in the city, trying to find their new bar to visit whenever they are in seattle. everyone had finally settled in their spots and everyone had their drink, nils and elias were talking about some swedish thing like they always are, quinn and jack watching football on one of the tv’s, the rest of the guys talking about something brock couldn’t even bring himself to pay attention to, all he did was sit there, stare at his drink, and tried not to drink it all at once.

“hey what about that girl over at the bar? go talk to her.” elias pointed to a blonde girl at the bar and raised his eyebrows in excitement trying to get brock to look over. and to his surprise, it was that same blonde head he couldn’t help but stare at in the coffee shop earlier cause he knew exactly who it was. “oh you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” brock whispered under his breath and drank his glass of whiskey in one big sip. “here we go.”

brock sat down right next to stella, who was at the bar to attempt to drink all of her sadness away. brock couldn’t speak, at all, and when he’d attempt to say something words wouldn’t even come out of his mouth, he couldn’t even make a noise. stella hid her face behind her hands and snuck a look at brock, she wasn’t expecting him though, her heart started racing again. but she knew that something had to happen this time.

“stell,” was the first word brock finally forced out of him. but it also had to be stella’s nickname that was only allowed to be used by brock, and she knew, but she didn’t know what to do. there were three things she wanted to do right now, bolt out of this bar and down the street as fast as she could, hug brock and cry into his arms without saying anything, or pretend like nothing ever happened between the two of them and try to be friends again. she chose the second.

stella looked at brock and immediately threw her arms around him for the tightest hug she’s ever given anyone, and brock gave her the tightest hug he’s ever given anyone as well. meanwhile, there was a very confused group of nhl players, watching one of their closest friends hugging a random girl at the bar who they thought was a stranger. “what the actual fuck is going on quinn.” elias whispered, furrowing his eyebrows together.

“holy fucking shit i missed you.” brock mumbled with his mouth on top of her head before giving her a kiss on it. “me too, we have so much to talk about.” stella said which was muffled by the sweatshirt brock was wearing but brock could still hear. “can we talk somewhere else?” brock asked, not wanting his teammates to see any more of this interaction. “yeah but i don’t wanna let go.” stella said looking up at brock, still hugging each other tightly. “i’m never letting you out of my life, not again.” brock said while smiling at stella.

all these years they spent missing each other, was finally coming to an end. maybe stella would finally be happy again, maybe brocks hockey playing would be at his best again. all they knew is that they had each other this time, even if their conversation doesn’t work out, there’s no way they’re giving up.

the two of them ended up going over to stellas apartment, they couldn’t stop apologizing to each other about not reaching out but they quickly forgave each other. they were now sitting on the couch in the living room, cuddling like how they always would. they were like two puzzle pieces, not only did their bodies fit perfectly side by side, they complimented eachothers best parts, and covered up the bad parts.

“hey,” stella said quietly, looking up at brock who responded with a “hmm?”. “i’m sorry about the coffee shop earlier.” stella let out a small laugh at the end of her sentence, brock did as well. “it’s okay,” he smiled. “i have your book by the way, but i’m keeping it.” brock smirked, watching stella give him an annoyed look. “don’t worry, i’ll buy you another copy if you want.” he cut her off as soon as stella opened her mouth. “fine.” stella mouthed, before giving brock a quick peck on his jawline. that was one of the things brock missed most. he squeezed her just a bit tighter for a couple seconds, nuzzling his face into her neck and breathing in her scent. nothing could get him to leave her right now, or maybe even ever again.

#brock boeser #brock boeser x oc #brock boeser fic #vancouver canucks #canucks #nhl canucks #canucks fic #fanfic #nhl fic #nhl

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onmykneesforhotdilfs · 3 years

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jealous

guess who is back, that’s right, ME. anyway, this was not a request or anything but i needed to do this in order to get back on track. there are bunch of requests sitting in my box over there but i am working on them, i promise. if not in august, then you will get them all in september. k? now that this is out of the way, i hope you enjoy and as always, if you guys wanna talk about my fics or anything really, feel free to message me, i’m always available.

“Are you absolutely sure you want to go?

Bloom sighed and winced as Stella pulled a strand of her fiery hair too hard, sharp pain from the tug settling in her temple lobe making her regret her decision to have her blonde friend help her get ready for, yet another, Eraklyon ball.

“Well it seemed like a good idea to me at the beginning… but judging by the number of times I have been asked that question, I am starting to think it is not such a good idea after all.” Bloom responded sarcastically.

“Look Bloom,” Stella began as she took another strand of Bloom’s hair and curled it around the curling iron, “I get it. You guys broke up on friendly terms, but no one is going to blame you if you choose not to go.” Bloom frowned and she was about to open her mouth to protest, but Stella paid her no mind as she continued to curl her hair. “It’s his engagement party at the end of the day and the one that could turn rather messy considering who the bride-to-be is.”

“I know this might seem slightly unorthodox Stell, but I honestly have no hard feelings towards Sky.” Bloom shrugged one of her shoulders. “Besides, I’ve moved on.”

Stella snorted and tried to cover the sound (not befitting of a royal) with a cough but Bloom saw right through it as she leveled her best friend with a flat look. “Sorry Bloom. But you’ve got to admit that the situation is slightly absurd.”

Bloom sighed, her shoulders slouching forward in a clear sign of defeat. “Well, yes, I admit that the situation might seem weird-“

“Weird?” Stella laughed. “Sweetie, I hate to be the one to break this to you, but the situation ceased to be weird when you decided to spare the bastard.” Bloom saw Stella raise one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows in the mirror but an amused smile full of mirth was present on her lips. “This right now, this is insanity at it’s finest.”

Bloom rolled her eyes. “Okay now you’re exaggerating. Besides, the two of you are getting along quite well. With the way the two of you strive to get on my nerves, I’ll even say, you get along better than him and I do.”

“Okay, that’s just hurtful.” Stella pouted, her bottom lip sticking out and Bloom laughed at the puppy dog look her friend was giving her.

“I’m just kidding Stell.”

“I don’t know Bloom. I now might have to tell your boyfriend you find him annoying.” Bloom never quite considered Stella as a snitch, but the devils dancing in blonde’s eyes reminded her that she needed to thread carefully unless she wanted to be eaten alive by the devil himself and his accomplice.

“Now, don’t be twisting my words. I never said I find you or him annoying…” She stopped for a second to debate whether or not she should say the next sentence. “No matter how true that statement might be.” She mumbled at the end.

Stella burst out laughing and hugged Bloom from behind. “That’s ok Bloom, you annoy us too.” At the red head’s confused look, Stella continued. “Between your constant rushing into danger without thinking and doing the exact opposite of what you’re told, it’s a miracle neither of us has a set of gray hair from worrying too much.”

Bloom felt the heat rushing to her cheeks and she lowered her head to conceal the blush that was climbing up her neck. “I’m not that bad.”

“No, you’re not.” Bloom’s eyes met Stella’s in the mirror. “You’re even worse.”

“Thanks a lot.” Bloom mumbled but she had to bite her lip to stifle a laugh as Stella’s sharp elbow stabbed her in the back making her bend forward slightly.

“Speaking of the devil, how is Valtor?” Stella asked as she started tucking delicate curls into a bun with an elaborate pattern. “I mean, you did leave him with your parents, your real parents, after all. Aren’t you worried that there will be nothing left of him when you come back?”

Bloom grinned. “I’m sure he’ll be fine. He knows he should stay away from the throne room when I’m not there… He had to learn that the hard way though.”

“That hard way wouldn’t happen to be an angry king of Domino with a magic sword?” Stella asked through her giggles as the mental picture of an aristocratic wizard being chased across the hall by Bloom’s father popped up in her head.

“Who blabbed?” Bloom asked with genuine interest painted across her features.

Stella shrugged. “One of the maids that has a cousin working in Solaria’s palace happened to be at the right place and at the right time.” She pinned the final curl to the right place and stepped back to admire her work. “And I happened to be at the right place and at the right time to hear it being passed directly from one person to another.”

“Well, aren’t you lucky?” Bloom mumbled as she stood up from her chair and stretched her stiff muscles.

“Yeah, I guess I am. I never had the misfortune of being chased by your dad with a sword after all.”

Stella laughed as Bloom pushed her slightly, slight grimace present on her face. “Thank you for your help.” She leaned in to give Stella a hug. “I’ll see you tonight?”

“Of course. Wouldn’t miss the show for anything.” Stella smiled and wiggled her eyebrows.

Bloom laughed. “You know, it is not nice to rejoice in someone else's misfortune. Dragon knows I would rather jump off the bridge than marry Diaspro.”

Stella waved her arm dismissively. “Each to it’s own. He should’ve sucked it up and come clean right away instead of preventing you from moving on and just prolonging the misery. A bit of suffering might be good for his soul.” She stopped for a second. “Though I’ll admit, marrying Diaspro might be too cruel of a punishment, even for him.”

“Well I am certainly not going to pull a Diaspro card tonight. I just hope he will live to see himself get married. After that, he is beyond my care.”

“Honey, he was beyond your care the moment you ended things, don’t pay too much attention to him.” Stella wiggled her eyebrows playfully. “Valtor might get jealous if you do.”

Bloom shook her head. “He’s not necessarily the jealous type Stell.” When Stella raised an eyebrow and her face morphed into an expression of disbelief, Bloom frowned. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Are you completely blind or something?” When Bloom’s face continued to show nothing but plain confusion, Stella continued. “Are you seriously telling me that you do not see the glares he is sending to other people who look at you for two seconds too long?” Bloom shook her head negative but a stunned expression tensed her facial muscles and if Stella focused, she could probably see the cogs turning in Bloom’s brain.

“I’ve… honestly never noticed.”

Stella smirked. “I’m not sure why I’m even surprised. The two of you separately could conquer the world, but apparently when you’re together your brain cells eat each other or something because you are stupid for anything and everything besides for each other.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Bloom, honey, if there was a picture for ‘crazy in love’ in the dictionary, it would be a picture of the two of you.”

Bloom rolled her eyes. “I’ll have you know that we actually talk quite a lot.”

“I’m sure you do… when you’re not too busy getting lost in each other’s eyes from across the room.”

Bloom exhaled and pinched a bridge of her nose. “Okay I think that’s enough of that. Don’t injure that fashionable brain of yours by thinking too hard about me and Valtor. I’ll see you tonight.” She gave Stella another quick hug, ignoring the ‘Hey!’ she got and opened a portal to Domino. She threw a quick ‘I love you’ to Stella before stepping into the portal.

Shining rays of sun almost blinded her and she had to squint her eyes as she stepped into the throne room, making the people in it stop what they were doing to greet the princess. Bloom dismissed them all with a wave of her hand and a friendly smile as she climbed the steps to greet her parents.

“You look gorgeous honey.” Her mother said as she kept Bloom at an arm’s length to examine the hairstyle. Marion brought her hand to Bloom’s face and twirled a lock of fiery strand that framed her face.

“It’s all Stella mom. But thank you.” Bloom laughed cheerfully and tucked the lock behind her ear. “Have you seen Valtor by any chance?” She ignored a dangerous growl that sounded next to her, courtesy of her father, and continued. “We should get going soon.”

Just as Marion opened her mouth to answer, the door to the room opened and Valtor, wearing classic black pants and white shirt, strode in. Oritel jumped from his chair and Bloom saw, in her peripheral vision, how Marion gripped his forearm when Valtor came closer and started to climb the steps. He acknowledged no one as his eyes locked onto hers and Bloom got a flashback of Stella gushing about him having eyes only for her. Bloom felt the heat rushing to her head but paid it no mind as Valtor’s hands finally wrapped around her waist and he leaned down to kiss her forehead in greeting. She collapsed onto him, feeling almost boneless, her knees barely supporting her. The dragon fire connection burned pleasantly in her veins, carrying even more heat into her cheeks but Bloom was too busy basking in the euphoria that their connection provided to care. His thumb was drawing lazy patterns on her waist and Bloom had to resist the urge to giggle quite childishly. Instead she distanced herself from his embrace slightly, only now realizing they were not in private, and looked up at his face that had the beginning of a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Someone (Oritel) cleared their throat and Bloom broke eye contact with Valtor as unkind lights flashed in his eyes, his hand tightening around her waist, a clear sign of sheer annoyance on his part.

“So…” Bloom began rather awkwardly, clearing her throat as Valtor and Oritel continued to shoot each other unkind looks from across her head. “I trust the day has passed without any incidents involving swords and other sharp objects.”

“That only happened once.” Both of them spoke at the same time, a similar grimace painted at both Oritel’s and Valtor’s face.

“And once was enough, thank you very much.” Bloom said as she looked between the two men, trying to suppress her laughter.

“He started it.” Both men mumbled at once and turned an evil eye to each other.

“Very mature.” Sarcasm was dripping from every word Bloom spoke, her teeth nibbling at the bottom lip as she felt that exploding argument was about to commence and she really had no time for such shenanigans.

“If I remember correctly, your majesty,” Valtor began, sugar coating his voice but his face frozen in a sour expression, “you were the one that chased me with a sword, not the other way around.”

Bloom mumbled an ‘Oh no.’ and pinched Valtor’s side warningly. She squeezed her eyes together as dull pain began thumping against the walls of her skull. Her eyes met the worried but slightly amused eyes of her mother, and the queen shook her head clearly referring to the childish argument between the two grown men.

“Next time I’m simply going to break one of the hardwood chairs against your back then.” Oritel continued with a sheer, his frame slowly molding into one ready for an attack. The men leaned towards each other dangerously, and Bloom was afraid that sooner or later lightning will shoot from their eyes.

“There won’t be a next time. Your luck is that I chose not to defend myself, because otherwise, the outcome of that meeting would’ve been very different.”

“We can test that theory right now!”

“Bring it!”

The two were about to rush at each other, Oritel’s hand reaching for his sword and Valtor’s hand already lit with a spell, but an explosive spell rushed between their faces and forced the two to close their eyes and turn in the opposite direction. When the searing white finally retreated from their retinas and they were able to see clearly again, they turned to the women standing on the side, Marion’s hand raised as remains of the spell still sparked at her fingertips.

“Gentlemen. Please, behave.” The queen’s tone bore no traces of jest and Valtor and Oritel straightened their clothes in an effort to compose themselves, both coming to a conclusion that the continuation of a quarrel could result in serious bodily injury provided by none other than Marion.

Oritel cleared his throat and looked across Valtor’s shoulder towards the open hall. The servants were frozen in surprise, some were even huddled together as numerous whispers passed through the room. He looked towards his wife who was shaking her head in disbelief as if to say ‘Look at what you’ve done now.’ He once again cleared his throat and turned towards the people in the room. “Go back to your duties, there is nothing to see here.” The servants scattered across the room, fearing the wrath of their king, but amused chuckles still broke through some mouth.

“If you’re quite done,” the queen began, “maybe it would be for the best to go separate ways for today.”

“But Marion he-“ what was undoubtedly about to be another epic rant about whose fault it is was put on hold by a simple hand gesture. Marion crossed her lips in an universal ‘Zip it.’ motion and king’s mouth snapped shut. Seeing such scene, Valtor opened his mouth to say something but a sharp elbow to his ribs made him rethink his decision. He cleared his throat and grabbed the owner of the said elbow, a girl who was red in the face and almost had steam coming from her ears, and pulled her towards himself. Bloom struggled against his hold for a second but relaxed fairly quickly when Valtor sneaked his arm across her waist.

“I agree with mom.” She looked at Valtor and the hard look she gave him indicated that there was no room for refusal. “We should go get ready.”

As soon as the door to their room closed, Bloom snatched the shirt she was wearing over her head (weary of her hairstyle) and flopped face first onto the mattress. The dull ache in her head was turning into a full fledged migraine and she had to resist the urge to rip out all the bobby pins Stella placed into her hair. A sigh sounded somewhere next to her and a bed dipped slightly to the side due to the added weight. Bloom reached across the surface of the cool bed sheets blindly until her fingers wrapped around a gloved hand. She tugged on the hand slightly, a chuckle sounding in the room, as Valtor leaned above her to place another kiss at her forehead.

“Are you sure you want to go?”

“If another person asks me that today, I am going to scream.” Was her muffled response as she rubbed her face into the pillow she found laying around on the bed. “I’ve sat in the chair for hours, Stella practically tortured me with how much she pulled and tugged on my hair. There is no way, and I cannot stress this enough, no way in hell that I will miss Sky’s engagement ball just because I’d rather stay in bed.”

“If you say so.” He ran his thumb over her knuckles. “But in that case, we should probably start getting ready.”

Bloom groaned and pressed her face harder into a pillow. “Five more minutes.”

Valtor huffed a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sigh but moved towards the middle of the bed, one of his arms planting in between the bed and Bloom’s head replacing her pillow, while the other arm rested at the curve of her hip, his fingers drawing patterns at the soft skin. Bloom shuffled quietly on the bed as well, her head settling at the space where his neck met his collarbone, while one of her legs settled across his stomach. The hand that was mapping out the skin of her hip trailed teasingly upwards and Bloom twitched when his fingers ghosted over her ribs.

“That tickles.” She whispered against the skin of his neck, her lips brushing over the sensitive nerves with every letter.

“All the more reason for me to keep doing it.” Bloom pouted and lifted herself up on her forearms, her weight supported by her arms placed at his chest. Valtor huffed jokingly when she shifted her weight and he was rewarded for it with a slight punch to his shoulder. She ignored the fake ‘Ouch.’ from his side and moved to straddle his legs. He moved to meet her halfway when she leaned down for a kiss, the movements slow and gentle but no less passionate.

“Maybe we should just stay in.” He murmured when she broke the kiss only to descend down with short pecks to his neck. His hands took hold of her hips, fingers squeezing the tender flesh harder than necessary in a fit of passion.

“Mmmmm no. No. No, we don’t have time for that.” She groaned when his hands reached for the clasp of her bra.

“We can make it quick.” He huffed, annoyed and frustrated, when Bloom reached around to grab his hands and stop his movements. He fell back onto the bed as she moved up towards his face, his hands still held captive by her small fingers.

“No, we can’t.” She giggled and kissed his cheek quickly before swinging her legs off his lap and walking to her closet to pick up her dress.

“You always have to spoil my fun, don’t you?” He groaned and sat sup in bed, his fingers threading through his hair.

“Don’t sulk, we’ll have time to play later.” She didn’t even look at him as she continued rummaging through her stuff, but a teasing note and a promise was very much present in her voice. She let out a victorious ‘Aha!’ when she found the dress. “Besides, as my partner, I want you there.” The dress was tossed carelessly across the chair as she moved to stand in front of him at the foot of the bed. “Are you telling me you’d let me go all alone?” Her voice took on a slightly higher pitch and her lower lip wobbled slightly with every word. “You’d let someone else dance with me, put his hands on me?” She was playing a dangerous game and that was evident by the low growl that escaped from deep within his throat and by the darkening of his eyes.

She squeaked, slightly startled by the sudden movement, as his hands took a firm hold of her thighs and pulled her to him, his mouth attaching to her left hip, his sharp teeth leaving a bruised bite in the area as she wiggled in his hold, the pain from the bite sharp but not unpleasant. He soothed the tender spot by placing gentle, barely there kisses, no more than a brush of lips against the flesh. She hummed and ran her fingers through his hair, making him look up at her mischievous eyes. “You’re jealous.” It was not a question, but a statement and he groaned as he buried his face in her stomach, his arms circling her hips, hands resting on her behind. Bloom chuckled and tapped his shoulder twice before she pushed slightly on them, a clear sign he should let go, and grabbed her dress before she retreated to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

She emerged ten minutes later, silky turquoise dress sitting on her frame perfectly, loose curls placed behind her ear. Valtor, in the process of buttoning up his vest, stopped what he was doing and smiled at her. She mimicked his movements and stood right in front of him as her hands smoothed out wrinkles on his sleeves before straightening the collar of his shirt. No words were spoken as his large palms took hold of her delicate ones and brought them to his lips. The intimate moment was broken with the loud blaring of a cellphone and Bloom moved to answer it, Valtor’s hands letting go of her.

“Hello Stella.”

“Hey, where are you guys? We just landed. Are you going to be here soon?” Before Bloom even had the chance to answer either of the two questions, Stella continued. “Please say you will, because Bloom, I cannot promise I will not do anything if I see Diaspro.”

Bloom laughed, her hands rummaging through her makeup bag in search for lipstick. “We’ll be there shortly Stell, don’t worry.”

“You’re teleporting, right?”

“Mhm.” Bloom hummed absentmindedly as she continued looking for the lipstick.

“Okay, I’ll see you soon then. I love you.”

“I love you too Stell. Don’t do anything stupid.”

Stella laughed. “No promises. Ciao.”

Bloom threw her phone to the bed as she finally dug out a lipstick from a black hole that is her makeup bag. She leaned over the desk to apply it and she was about to turn around to ask Valtor if he could carry it in his pocket but gasped in surprise when two hands came up from behind and something cold was placed on her neck. Bloom bit her lip when she noticed that the cold object was a beautiful sapphire necklace, the color of the precious stone matching her eyes almost perfectly. Valtor’s hands moved from her neck, following the line of her spine, before settling on her hips. His lips ghosted over her hairline, down the line of her jaw before they settled in the junction of her neck and he placed a proper kiss there.

“You look stunning.” He whispered in her ear, his lips barely touching the shell of her ear, but the hot breath washing over her face made the goosebumps erupt across her skin.

“Thank you.” She spoke, her voice shaky, her fingers twirling the necklace resting at her sternum.

Colder breeze passed over her the very next second as he moved away from her to look at the mirror, spell words already on his lips and his appearance morphed back into perfection, not a hair out of place and no wrinkle on his clothes. He cleared his throat and turned to Bloom, who was still quite red in the face, and offered her his hand.

“Shall we?”

Bloom took his hand as his other one was already busy creating a portal, she moved closer to him, one of her hands searching for a pocket in his blazer. She smiled when she found it and looked up at him with a twinkle in her eye. “We shall, good sir.”

Valtor smirked as his free hand landed on Bloom’s left hip, his thumb tracing the bruise he left there, before the two stepped into a portal and disappeared with a flash.

#sparxshipping #valtor x bloom #bloom x baltor #bloom x valtor #baltor x bloom #winx club #winx valtor #winx baltor #winx bloom

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anntoldst0ries · 4 years

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None shall sleep (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart 3, post Chapter 5 Pairing: Dr Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr Noelle Valentine) Word Count/Rating: ~1.8k, T Summary: In the privacy of the diagnostic's office, Ethan & Noelle reflect on recent changes around them. Category/Warnings: Fluff, None Trope: And there was a bit of Hurt/Comfort

A/N: This chapter reminded me of things that have never been addressed... so this is a story of how things left unsaid all collided in my head. Hope you enjoy.

Also - yes, Ethan Ramsey can sing arias. Is anyone still truly surprised by the fact that this guy can do anything?

There is something mesmerizing about watching the lights of day go out, overpowered by darkness, ablaze with colours - from the depths of blue, through indigo, navy and all the way to pitch-black.

About how, in a sense, it washes away all the bothers and allows you to start anew with the next rise of the almighty sun.

Ethan Ramsey was hoping for this exactly, maybe more than ever, but all the signs showed it wasn’t in the cards for him.

Or at least not today.

He stared into the void, interwoven by occasional human figures passing by through the front lobby. No voices of the day were able to reach him on the 7th floor of his kingdom. Behind the glass wall, he was almost in a different world.

It had been yet another day that brought him more gritted teeth, holding himself back and resigned sighs, than actual satisfaction from helping those who counted on him. All these ‘activities’ were not only annoying but also highly energy-consuming.

Bringing the index and middle fingertips to his pulsating temples, he started to compress and massage them in small circles, trying to soothe the pounding inside his skull. He could hear the blood rushing through the highways of his veins, the sound almost drowning out all external stimuli.

But there were certain sounds his expert ear was trained on, the ones he would’ve recognized even in his sleep.

Like the one reaching his ears right now, the sound of the door handle being pressed.

With his back facing the door, he couldn’t see who was trying to impose on his much-needed solitude. But since the unexpected guest did not precede their ministrations by knocking, the possibilities narrowed down significantly. There were only two people on the premises of Edenbrook who could invade his personal space without a modicum of manners.

“Can I help you?” He modulated his voice to ensure the tone was expressing two things: annoyance and irony in the otherwise polite question.

“I’m sorry.” From all the voices, this one he did not expect to hear now. A melodic tone was joined by a scuffle of retreating steps. “Do you want me to go?”

Ethan curled his lips in a tiny smile. They both knew she wasn’t apologetic and that he wanted anything but her to leave.

“No, it’s just that there are only two people in this hospital that wouldn’t bother knocking and I thought it was one of them paying me a visit.”

“Let me guess… Zaid and Baz?”

“No, but in terms of concept, you were actually close…just another type of evil ‘twins’."

“Oh, you mean his majesty King Bloom & his annoyance Dr Carrick?”

“Even as a joke, it sounds creepy and horrible.”

“Well, count me as a third now. Heads up though, I will only stop knocking after twilight.”

It was clear as crystal Ethan’s already specific sense of humor had less than ever space for amusement.

“I brought you this.” She put a brown paper bag on his desk, which immediately revealed the aroma of something delicious. “I figured you’re probably gonna stay here all night, so I thought I’ll pop over and check on you.”

He didn’t say anything, staring into the darkness. Not because he didn’t want to - he simply didn’t know what. This simple gesture was very touching and filled him with gratitude. But he was lacking the right words.

Then, for the first time since she’s interrupted his train of thought, he turned around to look at her. Tired and with puffy eyes, she’d still put everyone else to shame. Even on the worst of days, the light radiating from her turned heads and made the room brighter.

She extended a hand and when their fingers touched, he felt this weird, tingly feeling that has traveled from his palm, through his arm and neck, and then straight to his core.

Pressing him gently against the edge of the desk, she took his glasses off. Then loosened his tie and nonchalantly disheveled his hair. Ethan wouldn’t let anyone else in the world touch them, let alone put them in a state of such disarray.

With her, all the rules existed only to be broken.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on in this big brain of yours?”

“Smart move, Valentine. You’ve pacified me so that now I will have no choice but to tell you whatever you want to know.”

“You always have a choice, let’s just hope you’re gonna make the right one.”

Ethan nodded, no sound escaping his lips. She knew she’d have to take it upon herself to get any information out of her stubborn converser.

“So, how are you holding up? I want an honest answer."

“I’ve been better.”

“I thought so.”

“It’s just that… Tobias is driving me crazy. His presence really tests my patience… I don’t know if I would’ve stopped myself from punching him had it not been for you.”

“Why thank you, I didn’t know my therapeutic services were that good.”

“They are.” Ethan cleared his throat. “But it’s… not just that.”

Dead silence lingered between them and he knew he had no other choice but to continue.

“The only reason why I haven’t wiped this ridiculous smirk off his face yet is that whenever I look at him, I… I see you in that room with Travis. I’m trying to remind myself that, as much as I hate to admit it, he was crucial to finding the cure on such short notice.”

“Ethan…”

“I already told you” - he interrupted her as if not to stop the words from flowing, afraid they may be trapped forever otherwise - “that there was so much more at stake last time Tobias set foot in Edenbrook.”

She took a deep breath, her eyes going slightly wider.

“The truth is, for me… everything was at stake. I would’ve done anything he’d asked me to, I’d have forgiven him if it meant saving you.”

Elle turned still, all her body movements, her breathing and even her blinking ceased.

It was one of those moments that mean so much but leave you with so little to say.

Using the power of non-verbal communication and their deep affinity, she bestowed on him the most gentle, loving and grateful expression her face could muster after yet another exhausting shift.

Ethan extended his arm and before she realized it, her back was gently pressed to the older doctor’s chest. Having wrapped her slender frame with his broad shoulders, Elle inhaled his familiar aroma. He smelled of comfort and felt like a safe harbor. He nudged her hair with his nose and placed a featherlight kiss on the crook of her neck. She smelled of calmness and felt like coming back home from a long journey.

“So,” - he murmured directly into her ear - “whether you like it or not, I am using you to soften the blow every time I look at Tobias’ face.”

“I think I can live with that.”

“But I can’t guarantee it will always be enough, he is a cocky son of a bitch.”

“Let's make a deal then. I see how much it costs you and I’m not telling you to trust Leland or forgive Tobias, I still believe you should be cautious. Let’s just wait and see where this goes, I think we’ll know sooner rather than later. In the meantime, we should focus on what matters the most, our patients.”

“Where is the deal part?”

“If it turns out you were right, I will hold Tobias and you will punch him. Deal?”

“I believe it should be the other way round. Declan Nash’s face told me your right hook is exquisite, Rookie.”

They both laughed at the memory which seemed so distant now, almost as if it's happened in another lifetime.

But Ethan went quiet again and she felt his body tense up, his arms tightening gently around her. It wasn’t very obvious, but she knew. It still came as a shock how well she actually knew him.

“Ethan? What is it?”

“Nothing.”

“Ethan.”

“I’m sorry, I am not the most cheery companion today. You’re probably better off not spending too much time with me before you turn into a cynic.”

“Dr Ramsey, what a pathetic attempt of trying to get rid of me. You’ve never been the most cheerful type and I’ve survived your gloomy companionship, hell, I think it grew on me over time. So I should be ok today, too.”

It looked like silence was very much their third companion today.

“I’m thinking about Francis.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“I’m thinking about how hard it would be not to see. So many beautiful things, colors, all turning into nothingness.”

“I take it you mean the opera?”

“That too, but let’s just say I’ve learned to appreciate things that are right in front of my nose… literally and figuratively.”

The butterflies started somersaulting in her stomach.

“I didn’t want to add more to your plate at the time, but I’ve already felt this way… when we diagnosed Caroline and Leland.”

It was funny that, despite his obvious animosity towards Bloom, whenever his wife was in the picture, he spoke about both in an almost affectionate way. His doctor’s instincts were kicking in, because first and foremost he was a doctor who had his patients’ best interest at heart.

“The thought of not being able to touch you…it reminded me of touching you through the layer of hazmat suit. And now with everything Francis has been through, I just can’t be bothered to think about anything else but you. This is my true personal connection to this case.”

It was her turn to be speechless.

Ethan tightened his grip over her once again, this time protectively rather than out of stress. Slow hum started filling the air, the melody soon joined by lyrics, which he sang in fluent Italian; a private concert, performed for her and her only.

Tu pure, oh Principessa

Nella tua fredda stanza

Guardi le stelle

Che tremano d'amore

E di speranza**

She remembered their patient’s face, which seemed calmer once Ethan started singing the aria before the depths of illness contorted it with pain.

Francis' husband's words echoed throughout her head.

Even though the man holding her in his arms didn’t say it, there was no need.

She knew.

He will always be here.

And she will always be here, too.

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** Lyrics - aria "Nessun Dorma" (‘None shall sleep’) from the opera "Turandot".

Translation:

Even you, oh Princess,

In your cold room,

Watch the stars,

That tremble with love

And with hope.

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So, I had a moment where I was crying over a regimione fic that i read and right after, i ended up creating my own characters that I believe would be their children, slander me all you want these are their kids

Leo Alexander Granger-Black

Leo Granger-Black; Parents Hermione Granger and Regulus Black, is a metamorphmagus who was sorted into Ravenclaw on September 1st, 1991. His God-Parents are Lucas Nott (Slytherin) and Mary Macdonald (Gryffindor). He was raised alongside his twin sister Stella Granger-Black in a Black family estate in Sussex. Although he has an affinity for books; contrary to his sister, he grew up with muggle friends who taught him all sorts of water sports and finds himself quite often going out during summer to sharpen his skills. During his first year at Hogwarts, although he knew practically no one from the wizarding world, he made great friends with the likes of Padma Patil, Michael Corner, Seamus Finnigan, and Dean Thomas. Unfortunately for him, his god-brother; Theodore Nott fell out of touch with him until third year in which Theo was placed in the hospital bed beside Leo after a quidditch injury involving the both of them. Leo was a seeker for the Ravenclaw quidditch team up until 1994 in which mid-season he switched with Cho Chang; the girl would later become captain of the quidditch team.

Although Leo saw a lot of siblings be distant from one another during their years at Hogwarts, both he and Stella made sure that they caught up every weekend up until the holidays, whether it be in one of the new secret passageways Stella had found with the marauder's map which was shared between her, Harry and Ron or on the empty quidditch fields before the sunset, it was a tradition they would never fail to keep up with.

During his sixth year; he fell for one of Theo’s housemates who was partnered up with him for a potions experiment. Daphne Greengrass. To the rest of the Slytherins, she was a bore, as for Leo, he found her quite enthralling. He finally asked her out to Hogsmeade a month after their potions experiment which left Daphne in a fit of giggles from the amount of stuttering she had heard tumble from Leo’s mouth. Surprisingly; only in Daphne’s belief, they were nominated Head Boy and Head Girl in 1997 and had a romance that would woo half of the Witch Weekly Consumers.

Stella Adelaide Granger-Black

Although her brother is the epitome of calm and composed, Stella Adelaide was completely opposite and her main influences were her God Parents: James Potter and Marlene Mckinnon, she very much likes to make everyone’s life a nightmare by only responding to Stella-Adelaide, she has a very select few amount of friends who can call her Stell, Ells or Ella however she does get severely annoyed when someone she doesn’t like uses those names. Although she does like a good novel or two, a lot of her childhood was spent getting muddy and learning watersports with Leo’s friends. Surprisingly, unlike all other siblings, as Stella had heard. He welcomed her with a warm welcome to his friendship group and a stern look towards his friends as a warning. It was how she realised that she would never be like the girl her mother has explained she was in her youth but rather a collection of James Potter, Sirius Black, Marlence Mckinnon and Remus Lupin.

Stella was pretty much born to be flying, hence why she made the Gryffindor Quidditch Team during her first year along side her best-friend and god-brother; Harry Potter. While some people mused that they were the golden couple of the century, it was very much not like that, for when a certain red haired witch caught her attention in fifth year, she has never managed to look the other way. Even though Stella has a loud personality, she had a lot of fear when it came to coming out to her parents. She had come out earlier in the year to Leo and her uncle, knowing that if anything, they wouldn’t judge. They made her feel comfortable with herself and gave her time to build up the Gryffindor courage that she has to come out to her parents, unlike what she expected, they were very accepting and it was that day that she had realised how lucky she was to have a one of a kind support system arounD her.

During her final year, instead of keeping on the low, she took her God-Parents and Uncles ideas and made seventh year fun for everyone, whether it be by pranks or jokes, she made sure that everyone left with a smile on her face. It was also during that year that she came out to everyone- in a very dramatic manner, because what more than being caught kissing a girl in front of Minerva Mcgonagl’s office. That lass being the infamous Pansy Parkison. Now while Harry said nothing (which he couldn’t since he harboured feelings for Pansy’s best friend) Ron was very displeased to catch that display of affection since she was a Slytherin. This causing a temporay riff in their friendship. Even though they were all great friends, Ron had a very big distaste for Slytherins which no one blamed him for. It took multiple boxes of chocolate, a slap on the hand from his younger sister and a telling off from the one and only head boy; Leo Granger- Black for him to understand and look past the colour of Pansy’s tie. Although this had been a relationship which caused a riff in friendship, Stella and Pansy broke up in a very civilised manner which how Stella ended up with her long term crush Ginny Weasley.

Much like her and Pansy, they didn’t last long, but that didn’t annoy either party. It was then that she gave herself the title of the cool aunt when she saw that all her friends were getting into what seemed like long term relationships and she stayed single, which was rather a bliss life for her.

Post-Hogwarts, Stella had rented out a flat not far from the sea-shore with her brother. Although, she knew he was going to move out to live with Astoria soon, she enjoyed those moments where she got to be close with her brother. While he worked at the ministry, she played for the Holy-Head Harpies which had the wonderful addition of her ex-girlfriend/current best friend, Ginny Weasly the year after. They were a great duo in the air but after four years of playing for them, she got traded to the Chudley Cannons and was marked as the first woman to play for an all mens team.

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