#but maybe i lied for a bit hehehe

[fourfourish]

Reoreoreo FA

reo's eating streowberry ice cream

[morinuu]

☢｜tamaki x reader. 2,4k words. sorry this is so late i literally forgot to post it last week anw the next n final part is coming in 2 weeks while i work n post some other stuff hehehe

“mum?”

“yes, love?”

“how did you not lose it when you realised dad was going away for good?”

that was the first thing you’d asked your mum on a saturday morning after waving her good morning. needless to say, the woman was taken aback to hear this question from you. she knew her daughter never asked about her parents’ divorce, not wanting to dissect those wounds.

it took her some time to come up with a response.

“i had you to look after.” she lied, not looking at you and instead focusing on her cake. “you kept me going.”

“but how was i helping in that situation? wouldn’t i make it worse?” you pressed on. if there was one thing your mum knew about you, it was that you were weirdly emotionally intelligent for a teenage girl.

she frowned, putting down the fruit she was decorating her cake with, and sighed deeply. she didn’t like lying to you.

“well.” she inhaled, “your question is phrased wrong.” she finally looked you in the eye. “because i did lose it. but before i was too far gone, i got back up. i couldn’t have you suffer like i did.”

the conversation replayed over and over in your head for the following week back to school. you wondered if heartbreak ran in the family. while not knowing much about your parents’ separation, you knew your grandparents also had a bad history. maybe love was just something the gods didn’t want to bestow upon your bloodline.

tamaki’s visit had, surprisingly, not been very pleasant. partly because your sickness made you… well, sick, and partly because tamaki was distracted the whole time. he’d brought you commoners’ food (haruhi’s recommendation), along with some more commoner candy ‘to sweeten your mood’ (what haruhi’s dad would take to work, according to haruhi). oh, and of course, you can’t forget how he would glance at his phone every so often. you ignored it at first, figuring out it’s the host club group chat, but your patience had its limits.

he’d come to your house, to check up on your health - his friend. supposedly. had you already been demoted to client status? well, you had the entire week to think about it as you rested.

during that time, tamaki seemed to reach out a bit more than usual, and once more, you believed he cared. you believed he realised you were important to him, even if your feelings weren’t exactly reciprocated.

and once again you’d been wrong.

because as time passed and you started making weekly appointments again, you began to feel that something was off. what exactly it was you couldn’t tell, but your gut was telling you to be suspicious. ‘suspicious of what, or who? tamaki?’ you didn’t like that feeling one bit.

no matter how many times he screwed up and misunderstood or failed to satisfy you in a host-client setting, you couldn’t give up on him. your mum’s words echoed in your ears, reminding you that men are a waste of time, that they just suck the soul out of you, that they’re not worth the heartbreak — but you were weak. and especially weaker than your mother. she disagreed, of course, but what did she know?

time seemed to start flowing normally again, tamaki wasn’t distant, haruhi and you never spoke to exchange more than greeting words, and your obsession was flourishing once more. you’d shower the halfer with gifts, spending a stupid amount of money — which the host club’s “mum” greatly appreciated — and you didn’t regret it one bit. everything was going smoothly, except for that tiny voice in your head.

it wasn’t until one of the host club’s organised excursions at the beach when your gut proved to be right. you wore your favourite swimwear for tamaki, and his compliments became straight up electricity up your spine. and just as you went to flirt with him like always,

“yo milord don’t forget about y/n’s gift today!” a familiar voice echoed by the palm trees. you could immediately tell it was hikaru, but you didn’t really understand what he meant. ah! perhaps they were expecting you to bring tamaki a gift again? well, you did, but this one felt a bit more personal so maybe you should tell him not to talk about it with the hosts— “even if it’s something stupid again, you ought to thank her for—”

the twins emerged from the bushes only to see you standing by the corner, hidden by the wall from their previous view. tamaki stood there, next to you, frozen. his facial expression almost screaming at the ginger to shut up but he’d been too late.

you furrowed your eyebrows at the two boys before turning your head to that stupid boy you were head over heels for.

“what?” you asked, obviously confused. but it didn’t take long to understand the situation.

tamaki thought your gifts were stupid, and he discussed it with his friends. and none of them thought to tell you. at least that's what the situation told you.

for what reason? well it could be a) manners or b) they didn’t care enough to.

but jokes on you because it wasn’t any of the above, it was c) they had to keep you happy because your mother asked for a favour. the favour being to make sure tamaki didn’t abandon you.

well, that’s not exactly what tamaki said when he pulled you to the side to explain, but it’s what the twins confessed to when you started poking for the truth.

you were more than disappointed with the news, your gut feeling now transferring to your throat and making it so tight you couldn’t get any words out, so you returned to your beach bed, dragging it away from tamaki’s. but the universe seemed to really hate you that day.

“miss l/n, is everything okay?” haruhi’s ever-annoying voice reached your ears and all you wanted to do was turn around and strangle her small little neck until it snapped. it was her fault. it was because of her that the boy you swore would become your boyfriend before graduation would no longer be apart of that plan. her. her, that stupid bi—

“i’m fine haruhi.” you smiled at her and continued dragging your bed across the sand to get away from this madness. you didn’t bother with any formalities.

“do you need help? i could bring your things so you don’t—”

“for fuck’s sake will you shut up?!” you snapped, raising your voice at the host. she didn’t say anything, just nodding and bowing before leaving. thankfully nobody else had been around to witness the scene, or you would’ve been involved in ouran gossip. only gods know how tiresome that is.

tamaki didn’t come to talk to you after that, you wanted to believe he wanted to and the hosts told him to give you space, but at this point you gave up all hope. he wanted haruhi, some cross-dressing nobody, a commoner, and you could do nothing about it.

the bracelet you had in your bag stayed there, and there it would remain for the rest of your trip. you’re kind of glad you never got to give it to him, at least it saved you the embarrassment of possibly being ridiculed by a bunch of boys calling themselves “hosts” with no shame.

but you guessed you were the one who should be ashamed; for wanting a host — a man notorious for seeing women as bank accounts.

when you went back home, you didn’t talk to your mum about the twins’ confession. sure, you were angry, but you knew she just wanted you happy. as for tamaki, he’d texted you a couple times but you knew if you called him you’d just burst into tears, so you went straight to bed, not bothering to wash the sand and sea salt off your body.

—

the following month had been… weird. you didn’t bother dropping by the host club anymore. kyouya, expecting this, just sighed and deleted you from the list of clients. he didn’t think you’d come back again after the fiasco at the beach.

haruhi, however, felt bad for some reason. like, okay, yeah, you were a bit more than mean sometimes and yeah, you barely looked at her if not to glare at her to get lost, but you didn’t seem like a bad person. your affection toward tamaki seemed genuine, and your last interaction didn’t sit well with her. it wasn’t the usual glare, eye roll, scoff, avoidant gesture or whatever else you “greeted” her with. this time it seemed more hurt, more… defeated. and she was right. because you’d been defeated.

haruhi had won.

she didn’t know, but she didn’t have to. because at the end of the day, it was all one-sided. one-sided affection, and one-sided dispute.

the twins both had different reactions to this revelation. kaoru (being the emotionally intelligent one) felt guilty for not handling the situation better but hikaru (the… other one) told him not to bother, and that they did what they could. he’d miss having you around, but you were never super close to begin with.

as for tamaki, he didn’t really register what had happened at first. when his hosting routine started again but without you in it, his clients had some questions.

“is it true that you kicked l/n out of the host club?”

“i mean what did you expect, she had it coming after harassing haruhi like that.”

“yeah, i agree. i mean, i understand some jealousy, but wasn’t that a bit too much? it’s not like tamaki’s her boyfriend.”

“i don’t think she was too harsh, but i guess the hosts know better…”

tamaki didn’t know what to make of this. he’d never kicked you out of the club, he thought you’d come back. you always did. if you were jealous, all you had to do was say you wanted more attention and he’d give it it to you. after all, you were a client, you had every right.

wait, what was that?

“whatever do you mean, princess?” he questioned in that melodic voice of his. “haruhi and y/n are on perfectly good terms, we’re all friends here!” he smiled widely and sat his cup down, using his pinky to erase the klank! noise.

“come on tamaki, you don’t have to keep such appearances around us.” one of the clients giggled. “we could all see it. to be honest, i never really noticed her much until haruhi came around.”

another girl continued, “yeah, totally. i hope it wasn’t a repeat of anayokoji, at least.” she rolled her eyes. “she seemed nice… such a shame.”

“i… don’t understand, ladies. what are you saying?” tamaki looked puzzled. the four girls looked back at him and at each other. it was times like these that tamaki showed he was a little dumb.

“tamaki… l/n is totally into you. she’s, like, super jealous of haruhi.”

tamaki didn’t know what to do with this information. he was pretty annoyed when kaoru made fun of him for not noticing until now. and really, he didn’t notice. he was told.

“why do you think our mums got involved? this is what the female sex calls ‘girl issues’, sir.”

tamaki resisted biting their heads off; he had no time for their bullshit. he had to meet with you and apologise, right?

y/n>.< : y/n? can we talk please?

you didn’t respond. neither to that, nor to the other 10 messages he spammed you with. calling you sent him straight to voicemail, and he swore if he heard that damn automatic message voice again he would explode.

why did it happen this way? why were you even jealous of haruhi? did he look gay to you? but then you wouldn’t want him, right? his head was filled with so many questions, until haruhi answered them all with a single sentence.

“don’t sulk too much senpai, it was inevitable that she’d find out about me and get suspicious.” she patted his shoulder, “i guess that’s what happens when you’re a popular boy surrounded by women.”

tamaki’s head rose from his knees, his eyes wide staring at haruhi’s. “wait, what do you mean ‘she’d find out about you’?”

haruhi sighed and sent him a look of pity. “oh yeah, you guys don’t know. y/n’s known about my sex for a while now.” she shrugged. “she saw me changing.”

a light bulb went off in most of the hosts’ heads (wait, i’ve seen this before) before they all glanced at each other in mutual understanding.

“i wish we would’ve gotten closer since we’re both girls and you’re so obsessed with me having female friends, but i would feel horrible if i made her feel sad whenever she’s around me.” haruhi continued.

oh, so he didn’t look gay, you just knew haruhi was also a girl.

but why would you get jealous of his little girl? he was just protecting her like a father would.

“oh will you stop with that crap, milord?” hikaru whined “we all know, there’s no point in denying it anymore.” he stopped when his brother slapped him on the head and they left the room.

“well, club activity’s over. we’ll see you guys tomorrow.” they all waved goodbyes and soon enough so did haruhi, but tamaki just sat on the club couch, thinking about his (very) recent discovery.

so he came to the conclusion:

you like(d?) him → he likes (???) haruhi → you realised and grew jealous → he prioritised her over you → he ended up looking like an asshole.

because he is an asshole.

“guess that’s what happens when you’re just too pretty.” he joked to himself, but he had a feeling you wouldn’t find it funny if you were here.

“mum, why did you and dad divorce?” you finally found the courage to ask the woman when she was relaxing in her bedroom one night. she sighed and looked at you, putting her book to the side and patting the spot on the bed next to her. you got in, looking at her expectantly.

“i didn’t want to tell you this because you were so young. you looked up to him very much.” she gave you a sad smile and caressed your cheek. “your father fell in love with someone else, darling.”

you stayed quiet for a bit, and your mum grew worried. should she not have told you?

“is that why you asked tamaki not to leave me?” you asked and your voice cracked. your mother sighed and apologised, wrapping her arms around you.

“i want you to be happy, y/n. don’t be like me. please.”

maybe love really wasn’t something the gods wanted to bestow upon your bloodline.

[yanderes-galore]

HEHEH I can request a MCU romantic yandere Ultron with superhero darling? As a "what if..." pls

I'm not sure what you mean by a "What If" unless you mean the mini series, but I can probably do him generally with a hero, yeah. Been a bit since I saw the movie so I apologize if things don't feel right :(

Yandere! Ultron with Hero! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Degrading behavior, Delusional behavior, Kidnapping, Forced relationship, Jealousy.

I feel just in general Ultron can be a threatening yandere.

He is capable of making copies of himself and unless you deactivate all of him, he'll find a way back.

Making Darling a hero admittedly does give you more of a choice to fight, yet it may prove futile in the end.

For this concept I imagine you'd be a part of the Avengers, the main set of heroes around the time of "Age of Ultron".

You also would've met Ultron around the same time as all the others, during Stark's Party.

Ultron's obsession would take time with a hero Darling, especially with an Avenger.

But honestly he seems like a yandere that would take a long time to be attached anyways.

How things may start is he meets you at the party, then after he manages to escape, he decides to research you.

For some reason you stand out to him.

Due to having a God complex and feeling he is helping humanity with his plan throughout the movie, he probably thinks you're misled.

You probably think you're aiding humanity with the rest of the Avengers.

Did Stark tell you such lies?

A pity, really...

Another way you could make a yandere Ultron work is if Tony Stark also had a connection with you.

He learned a lot from Stark's personality, right?

Surely the fondness Stark has for you, be it yandere or not, makes Ultron take special interest in you.

In fact, he may even feel he wants to keep and protect you, depending on how much Stark likes you.

Ultron hates Stark, so the idea of taking you away to hurt him is tempting.

I also feel Ultron sees romantic attraction as a gateway to reproduction for humans... yet can't deny the idea of teasing you with it.

Ultron would make it a goal to capture you if you manage to pester his mind enough.

Maybe he can't stop watching info about you and Stark.

He envies it.

He blames Stark for blinding you with all this Avenger talk.

He feels the only way to make you see his cause is to force some things.

Ultron would find any fight you have against him pitiful.

He sees you're trying, but another form of him will simply take his place until everything's finished.

You can only fight the inevitable for so long.

That includes him capturing you.

Ultron's man part of his obsession is the fact he hates Stark while also being unable to get your face out of his head.

Surely you'll learn everything he does is to better Earth, right?

He's trying to help... he's trying to keep things peaceful.

In order to do that the human race must evolve.

If not they'll perish, so you fight for a useless cause.

Ultron would take pride in capturing you, holding you in a cell as he betters himself.

He'd absolutely hate it if you brought up Stark or even said out loud you prefer him.

Ultron is determined to show you change, to make you change.

You aren't a hero, he is.

But you can be a hero if you help him.

In fact, you'll be perfect for him.

Ultron would be the type to try and break you, to bend you to his will.

You're doomed from the start, aren't you?

Yet you won't be if you say you'll be his.

He'll make you an exception since you can't seem to leave his mind.

In fact, he'll try and make it worth your while.

Humans like validation and affection, he's seen images of it enough to replicate it with you.

Even if you aren't willing to join him he'll break you down with time.

The rest of your species may die, but you won't with him here.

Don't even get him started on your friends... he'll be sure to make them suffer.

For the most part Ultron may see you as some sort of pet at first.

He trains you to give up your old ways and rewards it with cold affection.

Yet later on, romantic attraction starts to develop due to him observing records of humanity.

He'll mimic holding you, he'll praise you, maybe even give you an attempt at a kiss.

It'll only be easier once he gets a synthetic body.

To him, you're the only good one other than Wanda and Pietro in this world.

So stop fighting him... he's trying to help you!

Are you really so selfish you'll fight him for such a pointless cause?

Fine... be like that, play your little "hero" act.

Once your done, defeated, and laying in the dirt by his hands...

He'll pick you back up after the death of Stark and the rest...

Then he'll show you where you're meant to be... with him, in a new world of peace.

"It's foolish to play hero with the Avengers, you deserve so much better, dear. I can give you that if you simply... reciprocate."

[catiuskaa]

new task: valentine's day |ACTS|

A/N: reposting by acts! [see full version here]. wanted to see if this format works better (and yes i will squeeze everything in this one right here cause its amazing and i 100% worked my ass off on it)

PAIRING! seungmin x reader ; enemies/rivals2lovers!

SUMMARY: boring classes, boring classmates, boring assignments…to seungmin, everyone is boring even if he’s used to pretend otherwise, but you seem to get on his nerves. you, your stupid poem, and his stupid letter.

WC: 2.350k

CW: fluffy comfort, use of spanglish (not relevant to the plot, dw), use of text format, the reader is stupidly short (which i know all about), academic rivals, bad student reader x good student seungmin, mentions of the unability to deal with complicated feelings, mentions of masking feelings, slight hint of bullying, mentions of being followed, (pet)names: little one, shortie, shortcake, smallable, pretty, hyunjin as a walking therapist, and the ending is kind of a reference to a show i'm obsessed with (not gonna say it so i don't spoil it for you guys hehehe)

|PROLOGUE| |ACT 1| |ACT 2| |ACT 3|

[☆★🌷★☆]

{ACT 3: WINDOWS, LETTERS AND POEMS}

Wednesday. 9:56 am. 14th February.

Most of your classmates were still arriving from their next class as you stared at two papers in your hands slightly from afar, pencil in your lips.

You had discarded most of your creations all Monday and Tuesday when you finally ended with a draft you liked for the stupid english homework. It was nothing out of the ordinary.

But the letter in your other hand, however, was something you had never done before.

“What’s that you got there?”

Any kind of bubbly and nervous emption you had vanished at the sound of that low voice.

“Fuck off, Li.” You grunted in a husky tone, frowning at him and grabbing back the letter from his hands.

“Is it a love letter for me?” He chuckled, ignoring your behaviour.

“Why the fuck would I write that, huh?” You laughed, a chuckle full of acid, one that had much more hatred that you had ever said before.

Henry brushed a hand through his hair, and you couldn’t help but think he looked stupid. You had liked this guy? Ugh.

“Because today is valentine’s day, shortcake.”

You squinted and frowned at him.

“Swishing those dyed and damaged locks like a Loreal advert won’t make anyone fall in love with you.” You snorted, and realized the people in the hallway had fallen into silence, listening to your conversation. “Or maybe it worked with that blond girl in the club?” You pretended to ponder out loud, leaning against the locker behind you, facing him with confidence.

“Wait, what?” He mumbled.

You snickered, taking him by surprise. “Oh, silly. I was never going to date you. I kept hearing that you were an ass and figured that was right, because aside from me, little to no people talked to you. I guess I just felt pityful.” You faked a pout.

He clenched his fists, his shoulders tense.

“You’re lying.” He grunted.

You chuckled. “You wish I was. That blond girl didn’t steal my man. She stole my problem.” You heard some gasps from the people in the corridor, as they had formed some kind of circle around you two.

But then, Henry snorted, and cleared his throat, talking with a much louder voice. “So you’re not going to let everyone know about you and Seungmin?” He smirked. “I feel like that’s a bit unfair. Making it seem like I’m the bad guy and all.”

You tried hard to make it seem like that hadn’t surprised you. You were so surprised by it that you didn’t have time to react when he yanked your letter from your hand.

“Such sweet words, all dedicated to him,” he mocked. “I think these people want to know.”

“Give it back!” You clenched your jaw, your eyes dull with embarassment.

Even if he wasn’t as tall as Seungmin, there was still a decent difference between you and him. And with a sly grin, he raised the paper above your head.

You licked your lips, anger filling your body.

“Give. It. Back.”

But then he started reading.

“I looked at him as if he were the Sun, in that I never looked at him except in frustration.” He read out loud, moving the paper from your reach everytime you tried to reach. “I seeked his warmth, I complained when he was gone, but I never looked, not until I noticed he was leaving, and in the beauty of the sunset, I wondered how I had never seen him before.”

You stared at the floor, a blush spreading through your cheeks, coming from your neck.

“And that’s basically what happened.” You mumbled to Abril and Lucas over at a bench in the school grounds, hours after that whole thing had happened.

“What?!” You flinched at Abril’s loud voice. “I’m going to kill him. I am so going to murder that nasty ass bitch.” She threatened to stand up, but Lucas grabbed her forearm.

“And what about Seungmin?” He questioned softly, a lot more gentle that what you usually would expect.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks.

“I haven’t spoken to him since Friday” You stared at him with a weakness you had never felt before. “It’s like he doesn’t want to talk to me, I…” you sighed. “I don’t know what to think anymore.” You sniffed.

You had to stay in the study room for the afternoon, waiting for Atenea to get out of the club she was in so you could head to the library together like you had promised, but as you studied in silence, someone sat in the chair in front of you, frowning at you.

You took your headphones off and scratched your eyes. “Eh… Hyunjin?”

“Abril told Lara and she told me,” he mentioned in a huff. “And I’ve known Seungmin for many years. He’s not an impulsive guy. He hasn’t treated anyone like how he treats you.”

You blinked, puzzled, but frowned at him. “Are you going to scold me?”

“You better believe I am!” He scoffed. “Would you like me to politely tell you that you’ve behaved like a total idiot around him?”

“What are you—?!”

“You simply never bothered to talk to Seungmin about any of what Lara told me!” He stated with force, and you didn’t think to tell him to shut up, considering that the study room was empty that time.

“Do you really expect me to understand whatever was happening and tell him right away?” You blurted out with anger, a bit shocked at his rough approach. “Had I had the opportunity I would have!

He rolled his eyes, passing a hand over his face in a sign of desperation.

“You had every opportunity! For months!” He left his hand on the table, and started tapping at it with force, trying to make a point. “Admit it. Seungmin has been in your head ever since we both changed from the other class and you two started bickering.” Hyunjin’s eyes stared at you with a fierce glare that almost threatened to pierce holes through your skull.

“That’s bullshit!” You spitted out defensively.

“Oh, spare me!” He brushed it off. “There have been countless clues! Your stupid need to make everything a competition when it comes to him is infuriating. He talks to me about these things, you know?” He swallowed, and you leaned back in surprise, but he kept on going. “How you look at him when you’re angry, or how you mock and tease him back. It’s stupid!” He cursed out loud. “And these last two weeks have only made it so much worse.”

“What do you mean, worse?” You pondered softly, slowly taking in Hyunjin’s dramatic act.

“I mean, you were totally smitten by how he ridiculously kissed you at the back of the bus last week, considering that you kissed him back.” He stated clearly. “And he wouldn’t shut up about it and how you were ignoring him after, which, great fucking work, by the way, the dude wouldn’t shut up about you.” Hyunjin blinked slowly, trying to recall and voice what he was thinking. “And then he lends you his jacket when a mystery debutant shows up.”

“A—a what?”

“Motherfucker, eh, that Henry asshole.” Hyunjin rubbed his eyes. “I had to endure him talking shit about him for an hour because he saw him texting you some weird shit with cringe emojis.” The exasperation on his tone rendered you almost speechless. “And even then he struggled to admit how fucking jealous he was about that guy. He had your attention. He had your smile. You looked at Henry, not at Seungmin, and ah, for fuck’s sake.” Hyunjin covered his face with his hands. “He felt so ridiculously powerless that he talked to me about it. He’s never done that before!”

You were only able to blink, struggling to grasp everything he was saying.

“And then, with no word of warning, you called him, at, what, like, one in the morning?” Hyunjin said in a huff, the thought of that bringing back his anger, making him stare at you with a frown again. “He, jesus, he talked for AGES about how you hugged him, and the fact that you were wearing his jacket, like— like you’re doing now, what the fuck.” He stopped mid-scolding, staring at you with confusion.

“It’s… it’s his?”

Hyunjin’s eyes widened slightly as he nodded. “What, you didn’t know? You helped him with tecnical drawing, he gave you his jacket, bla bla bla. That whole thing?”

You blushed, shaking your head sideways. You had done what?

“Nevermind. You can talk to him about that later.”

It was your turn to scoff now. “Judging by the fact that he sent you, I don’t think he would like to see me anytime soon.”

Hyunjin chuckled dryly.

“Don’t you even dare keep ignoring him. This stupid game has lasted for too long. Besides, he doesn’t know I’m here. He thinks I’m in dance practice, but whatever. You needed to know, because he’s a mess.” Hyunjin stated, passing a hand through his hair. “He can’t sleep well, he can’t concentrate, he can’t do anything.”

It looked like the scolding was over, but there was a remaining anger that came back to him as a memory struck.

“And, moreover, you callously ignored the letter Seungmin wrote you, even though he told you he loved you!”

You were looking at your notebook on the table, halfly staring at your nails and fidgeting with them, but your head almost snapped when you stared at him.

“What letter?” You muttered, your eyes locked on his. He frowned, his eyes slightly widening.

Your heart started beating faster, almost so loud you could hear it in your head.

“Hyunjin, what letter?!”

[☆★🌷★☆]

Seungmin felt his lungs on fire.

Run, run, run.

His feet were hurting, because his old ass shoes were busted enough that their insides were almost destroyed from everyday use.

But he needed to find you.

Maybe it was because it was Valentine’s day, despite the obvious influence that a certain friend of yours had done.

“Wait, you— you missed school this morning?” Lucas had muttered with a puzzled look, eyes wide.

“I had to go to the dentist to take my braces off. Yeah.” Seungmin stated again. “So whatever you meant by ‘being an ignoring bitch this morning’, I know nothing about it.”

And then someone next to them had chimed in. “You’re talking about Henry and what happened this morning with—“

“Yeah. Why?” Seungmin had interrupted, frowning slightly.

“There’s a video of it.”

Run, run, run.

The look in your eyes when you spoke with Henry. Your smug smile when you caught him by surprise.

Your poem.

His eyes had widened when Henry started reading it in the video.

Was it…?

Could it…?

Could it really be for him?

He wanted needed to find out.

He needed to find you.

“Watch where you’re going!” A man grunted at him, and Seungmin quickly apologized, running off.

Run, run, run.

He knew where you lived just because of Friday, when you had asked him if he could head towards your house with you, still a bit scared from what had happened. He accepted in a heartbeat, reassuring you that it was fine with a million smiles.

His hand had never left yours. Your touch, colder than his, had something so adicting to it that he didn’t want to let go.

Time seemed to pass slowlier when he recognized your neighbourhood. He was about to ring on your floor, but then, your silhouette got out of the elevators, and you both blinked at each other, staring through the glass door.

You opened it slowly, approaching him.

The look in your eyes was different than what Seungmin was used to.

It wasn’t similar to how you had looked at him ever since the school year started, with a shimmer of anger that turned your cheeks pink. Or how you had looked at him that afternoon in the back of the school bus, pupils dark and lips red and slightly swollen from kissing. Or how your eyes glowed in hope and comfort that Friday night.

It was different. He wanted to savour it. He wanted to see every detail of it.

He walked towards you and cradled your face in his hands.

“Wait.” He muttered in a whisper, taking off his glasses in a movement that to you felt almost enticing.

“What is it?” You whispered back.

He blinked at you as he cleaned his glasses with the hem of his shirt.

“You’re fucking blurry.” He snickered softly, with a sheepish smile that tinted his cheeks pink.

You giggled.

He settled his glasses back in place, and smiled when your image made sense before him.

“Better.” He muttered.

“Seungmin, I—“

But you stopped speaking when his lips crashed against yours.

There it was. He tasted sweet like how hot chocolate tastes in a rainy day. You smiled at your discovery, wanting to taste it for hours.

He wanted to kiss you for days to come, even if there was a million things left for both of you to say.

“I’m sorry.” Kiss. “I wasn’t in school this morning.” Kiss. “But I saw a video of it.” Kiss. “And I needed to—“

You giggled, taking his glasses and settling them on the top of his head.

“We can do the talking later.” You smiled, your cheeks red as your hands grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

“Are you sure?” He gulped, blushing too as he mumbled.

“Yeah.” You smiled even more. “I’d rather do the kissing now.”

You'd never know what happened with his letter. But considering where that had lead you, maybe it wasn't totally bad that the wind had carried it out the window.

[☆★🌷★☆]

[moderndaycassandra]

We're both on the sidewalk, walking opposite directions, about to pass each other.

I look at your hair, gently flowing behind as you walk. I try to turn my gaze away, desperate to not seem like I'm staring, but it's too late. You've already noticed, and as you look me over you spot the lesbian flag pin on my purse. You smile to yourself and slow your pace so our pass takes longer. "I like your pin." you say with a hint of playfulness, pointing to my purse. I follow your finger to the flag and blush "Oh, uh, th-thanks. I like your hair." I stutter, face glowing red. You offer a cheeky smile as we walk by, and I turn my gaze to the sidewalk to hide my rosy cheeks.

The next day, we're at the same place again walking opposite directions. We offer another round of simple greetings and compliments. "Good morning!" "It's a cold one today." "Nice shirt, love that band." "New shoes?" This proceeds every day until the seventh. This time, you come to a full stop. "So, where are you headed?" you ask, taking a couple of steps backwards to stay next to me as I slow my pace and look up, meeting your eyes. They shine with sincerity. "Oh, uh, just getting coffee. There's a little cafe just up the road." Taking the unspoken invitation, you turn on your heel and begin to walk with me. "Yeah? Let me guess, Rose's Garden?" "Uh-huh. The one with the cat." "Mind if I tag along?" My brain bursts into flame as my face erupts a beautiful shade of red. I pull my scarf up nonchalantly to try and cover up. "S-sure." We walk in silence for a couple of steps before you grow bored of it. "So. You go to school here?" "N-no. My friend does and they needed a roommate, so I moved in with them. What about you?" "Yeah. Not quite sure what I want though. Just taking gen-ed for a year or two while I figure it out. I think I want to do something with biology maybe." "Heheh, I'm sure you'll....figure it out." My heart is beating so hard I'm surprised you haven't commented on the noise.

We arrive at the coffee shop and order our drinks. We take a table by the window and talk for twenty minutes or so between sips. We talk about our interests, make jokes, and slowly realize we have a lot in common. This becomes our new daily routine. We walk to the cafe, get coffee, and chat for a while, every day. At some point, we trade phone numbers and begin texting during our free time. Every time I see that little (1) pop up on my phone, the flame of passion ignites; I've just gotten a bit more used to it. After a couple of weeks, we start hanging out. You come to my apartment and I introduce you to my roommate, the next week I come to your house and meet your cat. At some point, we start going out. We never say the word date, but you don't go to roller rinks, mini-golf, cinema, attend weddings, and go to fancy dinners if you're just friends. At least, not this frequently, right?

A year or so later, we're lying on our backs on a grassy hill. The ground is chilled from the autumn air, but that doesn't dissuade us. Our laughter dies down from the last joke you told as we stare at the clouds. I point one out that looks like a giraffe, your favorite animal. I turn my head to see if you're looking. And you are, but not at the cloud, you're looking at me. That same sparkle in your eyes and joy in your smile. "I love you." you say quietly. We've both said it before, plenty of times. But always as friends, purely platonic. This time, it's different. Something about those three words feels different. You mean it. "I-" my throat goes dry, the flame in my brain erupts into an inferno and my arm goes limp, dropping into the grass. The edges of my vision fade away as I stare into your eyes. My face grows redder than it ever has before, only this time I don't try to hide it. "I love you too." You reach an arm behind my head and I reach behind your back as we pull each other close. Time loses all meaning as our lips meet and we kiss for the first time. The singular moment feels like it lasted an eternity, yet it wasn't nearly long enough. You pull away, leaving our lipsticks smeared and mixed.

The next year goes by fairly slowly, not too different from the first. Only now, we're not just friends, we're partners. You're my girlfriend, and I'm yours. The passion and excitement still hasn't died down. Years go by, you graduate college and get a job. I go back to school and get my degree. We have two kids and we watch as they grow up and go through school and find themselves partners, just as we found each other. Decades later, one of us dies, leaving the other alone. Which one is which? It doesn't really matter. By this point, our selves are so ingrained into each other that we're incomplete, merely two parts of a whole, but one part is missing. It isn't long before the other passes, and we rejoin in eternity, a loving embrace that lasts forever.

Then, I blink. We're back on the sidewalk that first day and I'm staring at your hair. You notice, then look at my purse. You open your mouth as if to say something, but decide against it.

We pass each other in silence.

[ticklygiggles]

Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 9 - Mirrors

Alhaitham x Kaveh

A/N: Already 9 days so quickly! I apologize in advance if these cute bois are a bit too ooc! But as always, I hope you enjoy it!

"'Haitham, look what I got here!" 

Alhaitham lifted his face from the book he was reading and was surprised to find Kaveh holding a mirror in front of him. 

Alhaitham frowned. "What's that for?"

"Hehehe, this mirror shows your exact thoughts!" 

Alhaitham raised one eyebrow. "How?"

"I saw Cyno and Tighnari trying it," Kaveh started, suddenly letting go of the mirror, but it kept floating in front of him. "Oh, Merahk is holding it up- you only need to stand in front of it and a text in ancient language will appear!" 

Alhaitham chuckled humorlessly. "That's stupid."

"I will show you, look carefully!" 

Kaveh stood proudly in front of the mirror, smiling even as he checked himself out. In front of their eyes, Kaveh's reflection faded, a mist covering it and strange letters in red ink appeared behind the mirror. Alhaitham leaned closer, curious and trying to see where the trick was, but as he read the text in the mirror, he thought that maybe there wasn't a trick. 

'Damn, I look good.'

Kaveh giggled, "those were my thoughts exactly!" Alhaitham rolled his eyes and Kaveh chuckled again. "Did you see? Now it's your turn!" 

Alhaitham looked at Kaveh and then at the mirror. He knew Kaveh would be very persistent about this, so with a long, exhausted sigh he got up and planted himself in front of the mirror. 

He saw his reflection with a plain expression as he heard Kaveh in the back telling him that he looked exceptionally good that day. If only he knew- 

"'- you're the one that looks good?'" Kaveh tilted his head to the side and then blushed, his eyes widening as he gasped. "Wait, you mean me?! Alhaitham! Were you thinking-"

"This is trash."

"What! Hey!" Kaveh clinged to Alhaitham's waist from behind, holding him in place in front of the mirror. "Do I look very good, Alhaitham?! You always tell me this shirt is inappropriate, do you actually like it?"

Like it? He absolutely adores it! He loved how pretty Kaveh looked in it, and the back of it- 

"'- Always makes me feel like I'm going crazy'," Kaveh gasped again and then he laughed, squeezing Alhaitham's middle as he tried to move away. "Don't go! I want to see more!" 

Alhaitham tried to push Kaveh's arms away. "Let go. This is stupid, I didn't have these thoughts. All lies. You were scammed once again."

Kaveh laughed, holding Alhaitham tightly. "I didn't buy this, silly! Cyno gave it to me! He found it in one of his expeditions and said- no wait! I want to see more of your thoughts!" 

"Kaveh. Unhand me now. I have other things to do, more important than this, I assure you. And- ugh!" Alhaitham flinched when Kaveh's fingers brushed against his hip.

"What's the matter?"

Your hand is- 

"'-tickling'? Oh? Here?" Kaveh squeezed his hip and Alhaitham jumped, a strangled sound coming from deep in his throat. 

Kaveh chuckled, "I always forget how ticklish you are, Alhaitham!" He said as his fingertips started to brush against Alhaitham's hips, just a mere light touch of fingertips that had Alhaitham's trembling, trying to hold back a smile. 

Why was Kaveh tickling him all of a sudden?! This is all that stupid-

"'-mirror's fault.' Aw don't be like that, Alhaitham, I just want you to tell me if I look hot in my shirt or not!" 

The light touch traveled up his side, lightly tracing the covered skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind Kaveh's fingertips. Alhaitham felt laughter bubbling in his chest and fizzing in his throat. We was going to laugh, he was going to laugh, he was going to- 

"Then laugh!" Kaveh said and they both were surprised when Alhaitham let out a cackle when he felt the light tickling in the back of his ribs. "There you are, it wasn't so hard, was it?"

"K-Kahahaveh! S-Stohohop thihis instahahant!" Sweet, deep laughter poured out as nimble fingers scribbled up and down his spine. He tried to free himself from Kaveh's hug but since when did he become so strong?

"Hey! I've always been strong! Now stay still because that deserves punishment."

"Agh! I hahahahate thihis mihihirror- AHAHAHA! K-Kahahaveh, nohohoho!"

Not there, idiot, that is my most ticklish spot!

"I know! Right here under your arms right? Like I said, it is a punishment, so now take it."

Both hands were now buried under Alhaitham's arms, fingers wiggling against the bare skin, causing Alhaitham to throw his head back with howls of laughter. 

"So, 'Haitham, do you think I'm hot?" Kaveh asked, grinning from ear to ear. 

There was no point in lying, right?

"Nope!"

"Agh! YEHEHES! Y-You ahahare hohohot! N-Nohohow stohohahap!" 

Kaveh did stop, but he hugged Alhaitham again, his figure completely hidden behind Alhaitham's body. Alhaitham grimaced at seeing his reflection in the mirror. He was pink, slightly sweaty and his lashes were wet and, the worst of all, he was smiling softly, giggling when he felt a mischievous wiggle of finger right under his belly button.

"Alhaitham, just so you know, I won't ever get rid of this mirror."

"Archons help me."

[satanicsanity]

[i slam into the wall on the way to the ask box]

hi hi! could i request an audio where we go kayaking with wally?

take as much time as you need, alrighty? i'm sending you one thousand hearts your way 💕

(mkay I lied I finished it so I'll upload it as of right now-) Hi darling!! ^^ yes absolutely! Sending a million hearts back!!💕💕💕

‼️please go support wally's ACTUAL voice actor, @DaFrankiestein!🩷🩷🩷‼️

The art & characters used are by clown/party coffin!🩷Go support them and donate to their Kofi of you can!

Subtitles, wally speaking: Um.. Neighbor, I'm not too sure about this! I- I've never done anything like this before. What is it called again?? Uh kayaking, something like that.. Right?? Right.. Um.. Im kind of nervous! What if we fall out?? [pause] oh hey what's tha- [wally falls out into the water] ahh! [splash] ugh.. Dang it I knew I was gonna fall out, now my hair is ruined! Uh neighbor.. Can I have some help getting back in?? Thank you.. Aw dang it! Heheh.. Hey don't laugh at me, I'm in distress! It is not polite t- [neighbor showers him in kisses] okay okay okay! I forgive you! Goodness though.. This Is a little bit frightening! Although I suppose the worst has already happened! We're not near any waterfalls or anything, right?? Okay good! Heh, maybe I'm just watching too many movies! You brought a towel?? Thank you.. Heh!

[tomatoswup]

Maybe... ☼ 3

summary: a meeting with the priest reveals a bit more information about a certain individual that has you distraught. Vash plushie here to defend!

warnings/tags: reader and wolfwood sibling dynamic, mischevious plushie (biTE HIS ANKLES BESTIE!!!),, wolfwood is giving concussions with the way he rides a motorcycle.

A/N: ....hi? :'D sorry for the late updates hehehe,, i usually write late nights but i've been late night gaming with friends these last few weeks hehe,,, i'VE COME TO DELIVER ANOTHER PLUSH FIC THO☝️☝️

p.s yes this was a scheduled post :p

<previous

Encounters with the priest were those you weren't really that big a fan of.

Although he bullied you like a close sibling, he often got on your nerves with the slick remarks he would shoot at you. But how long has it been? Two years?

Has it really been that long?

It just felt like yesterday when you told him that his grey button up looked like shit and you two wrestled in the sand dunes.

Lovely memories!

"Woah! Look at this!" The Vash plushie gasped out in awe as he ran circles around the modified motorcycle, peeking at the shiny surface of the hot metal.

"Hey be careful!" You called out to the plush as you took slow steps towards Wolfwood as he pushed himself off the ground and brushed the sand off his clothes. Oh look! He changed the grey to white!

...hehehe...

"Well aren't I glad to see you! How long had it been since we last saw each other? Two years now?"

You couldn't help but chuckle, crossing your arms around your chest "Now why is it always whenever we meet you're stranded in the desert? Seems like a memory."

"You know God's timing is sadly always right haha!"

Yikes! You heard the tinge of pain in that one!

"I was making my way to town just a few ways from here. Need help from an old friend of ours." He smirked, putting those shades of his up from his nose and to the top of his head as you gave him a hard stare.

"Alright now enough with the bluffing.." You sighed, putting a hand on your hip.

"Bluffing? What makes you think I'm bluffing?"

...

...

...

"Okay yeah maybe I lied to you the last time about not being a part of the Gung-ho guns but it wasn't that bad-"

"Maybe?! Leaving a PRETTY important piece of information out there buddy! Why should I even still be talking to you, ya know what!-"

"Maybe if you listen to me, you bet your ass you're gonna wanna hear this." You watched as Wolfwood straightened his back and looked out into the desert plains.

"I heard from a few townsfolk around that a certain someones in town."

No.

"You're playing with me Wolfwood, there's no way-"

"He's alive." He breathed out, scratching the side of his neck "The idiot's just hiding."

Hiding.

He's...Hiding?"

HIDING!?! AFTER THINKING HE WAS DEAD FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS!?

You really were gonna kick his ass when you saw him.

You scoffed, putting a hand up to your forehead "Hiding? Got any evidence?"

"HEY!" The squeak of the plush rang out from behind Wolfwood, making the both of you turn your attention to him.

And with that, you met with the sight of the small plushie trying to lift the pistol above his head, fumbling as the gun was clearly too heavy for him "LOOK!" The little nibs of his feet stumbling around the bike seat.

It was Vash's pistol.

Your mouth fell agape "Y-you-"

"This is the only evidence I could give ya' right now." Wolfwood said from behind you as you marched over to the bike past him, softly padding the top of the plushie's head before grabbing the gun.

"Thanks lil' guy..."

You couldn't help but just observe the weapon he always held. Moving it around in your grasp as the sun shined down on it, you saw the dents and cuts of the metal on the surface of the gun. Not too much damage and in honesty, it was in pretty good condition.

The dirt, and sand it had been dusted with had given it a rusted look sure, but with some cleaning, it'll look good as new. Tilting it to the side, you caught sight of the bullets still in the gun's barrel.

Seriously...

Your mouth felt dry and as if they were shut with glue as you tried to push back the growing pressure in your throat. No need to cry now, you can't cry here.

The gun felt hot in your hands, each waking moment you held it felt as if it held the world, and maybe his own.

"Hey you!" Wolfwood's eyebrow rose in wonder as he turned his head to the little thing of a plushie on the seat of his motorcycle, giving him a stern eye and an angry hop. "Don't make them cry!"

Aw he was trying to protect you! Such a cutie~

Wolfwood held back the urge to laugh out loud lol "Now this thing was gonna be my next question!"

He leaned down towards the seat and grabbed the plushie by the hoodie of his poncho, the discontent on the plushie's furrowed brows made the scene more funnier.

"Looks like you've come a long way! I'm surprised you don't have a loose stitch if you're traveling with sunshine over there!" He pointed a thumb in your direction and just maybe you said an unflattering word back.

maybe~

"No offense!"

"All taken!"

"Well! It's nice to meet you! I'm Vash!" The plushie chirped out, swinging his little legs forwards to hug Wolfwood's forearm, before sliding down his arm and up his chest to reach his shoulders.

"Woah there! He's a happy one alright!"

Putting Vash's gun away in your bag for safe-keeping, you watched on as the plush messed around with the priest. Ultimately climbing and just standing on top of his head, he gave you a cute ":P" before jumping up and down.

Pft...

"But who would make plushies of him?" Wolfwood snapped his head towards you with a raised eyebrow "Was it yo-"

"No!"

You leaned on his bike, staring at the plush's shenanigans "I found him while I was traveling. Apparently someones' making them and he was the only one that was um..alive per say."

The plushie now hung off Wolfwood's necklace as you saw the practical 'irk' mark of annoyance on his forehead "Well if god decided to send a little angel down, I'll say you're lucky to have a good companion!"

He shot you a soft smile, one you really rarely saw besides of his usual smirk "You needed one, didn't you?"

You didn't respond, and just watched on as the plushie hung off his ear.

"Ow ow ow-"

Maybe you did...

Time passed and before you knew it, the priest offered you a ride to town on the bike, to save time and as a "team-up" in his own words.

And who were you to decline?

Bag secured on the back of the bike alongside Wolfwood's cross that you had gracefully booted out of the seat, you sat in the little sidecar holding down your cowboy hat with your hand.

"Could you drive any faster!?" You shouted over the sound of the engine roaring, your hair messily getting blown back.

"YOU WANNA DRIVE? BE MY GUEST!" Wolfwood retorted, keeping his eyes forward and his hands on the handles.

Resting your back into the seat, you kept your free hand cupped over the plushie that was sitting on your lap.

"This is so fun!!!" He wiggled around excitedly, having used a scrap of cloth he found as a small scarf that flowed backwards with the wind.

"Careful! I don't want you flying out!" You cried as the two of you almost jumped out of your seats as Wolfwood ran over a large rock.

God please let the both of you live and get to town in one piece, okay maybe you'll have a few scratches here and there but you still had a tall blonde to beat half to death!

You exhaled at the thought. You didn't know how you'd react if you saw him. Mad? Relieved that your lover was still alive? Maybe you'll pop a vein and faint.

Who knows?

Only time could tell...

[mblue-art]

i’m curious about your take on strawberry nightmare! to you, what’s he like? how does he act? what’s he all bout?

He is annoying (/aff hehe), and even more so to regular Nightmare. I tried to figure out (still am, I guess) how to put the flavor theming and '2P!' thing together, but here's what I have in my head for him ^^ (ramble warning!)

Finding out that the concept of '2P!' variants existed in UTMV too, made me happy! Usually 2P!s are inverted or flipped versions of the original character— think Fell'd or Swap'd versions in UTMV terms— so I thought:

Huh. If he's supposed to be a flipped version of Nightmare, would he have similarities with Swap!Dream? 🤔 But softer, nicer? 'cause he's also strawberry milk-themed! 🍓 flavors and aesthetics can be associated with soft, nice, sweet, cheery, and pretty...

(And sometimes, behind that pretty pink, lies red danger. While regular Nightmare clearly shows that he is a threat, S!NM hides it behind a layer of sweetness; (like a yandere— I explored yandere S!NM here), like a 'nice' character hiding their bad side—

But don't worry! Only those who are deserving of his wrath will face it. He's mean when he needs to. The simps are safe, as well as the people he cherishes! He can be a patient man. Just don't be on his bad side and you'll be a-ok! 👍(⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

He's like... If regular NM decided to go uwu for the bit, but forever.........(/hj)

He is friendly, a flirt, flips between being all cutesy and rizzing up the simps,

nicely offers you (suspicious— he loves making people doubt LOL) pink sweets in exchange for company or simply as thanks for spending time with him

(A king can feel so lonely sometimes 😩😔 esp w/o his dear brother around... so maybe he has a massive pink house instead of a castle :] Oooh, imagine how pink and aesthetic the interior would be...),

likes messing with the original Nightmare (Ah!! NM hosting parties! Him getting invited! Yes, he'd def talk to the king of the castle but tries to be civil! This is a nice fancy party with lots of people around; he's not gonna ruin this for anyone 😤 he just wants to socialize!!)

(Yes he owns a few creative 🍓-themed suits, why wouldn't he lean towards his aesthetic 😤)

Like any Guardian of Feelings, he can manipulate/control emotions. He can pull out one's negative emotions to calm them down, and he can also make one feel nervous or any other mix of feelings in his presence, just like how his original counterpart does.

As for his role in the multiverse, I'd say he honestly just tries to have fun. Yk, jus a lil chaos. Teehee. No multiverse domination or anything, he just likes being a menace to people hehehe

An idea I thought of a few times is him hinting that he has visited Nightmare's castle (whether he actually talked to NM or not) by leaving strawberry milk (carton/bottle) in the fridge for the others to see and be confused by.

'hey guys where's my choccy milk? did any of you drink it?? it was my last box!' - 'why is there strawberry milk again... none of you drink this...' - 'who keeps getting this pink stuff'

NM eventually informs them about this visitor, and to be cautious, just... Don't drink whatever pink thing he leaves in the fridge.

I've never really thought of what S!NM's backstory would be, what him and his Dream's 'Dreamtale AU' would be, so right now, he's just... There one day (lol) with a brother that keeps? running away from him?? (His Dream is 🟦 instead of 🟨! (I saw an artist drew him as such) And while 🍓 is happy and excited, 🔵 is kinda gloomy... Interesting to see a happy Negativity Guardian and a grumpy Positivity Guardian...)

You can scroll through the #snm asks tag to read past (mostly simp) shenanigans with him, and you can also click these links for my other rambleposts about him ^^

[spiribia]

my twisted fantasy made up legendary bugsnak that appears at the culmination of a sidequest where you get beffica and cromdo to bond a bit more. completing this quest chain will bolster their affinity in the finale and increase their survival chances.

there's an alleged 'wishing pond' containing a hoard of golden coins guarded by a legendary dragon. it's said the dragonfruit / dragonfly creature gorged itself on the wishes of generations of grumpuses. beffica wants to eat it to know everyones wishes (she considers it "juicy gossip"), and cromdo wants its hoard of gold. they butt heads over their shared destination until the journalist intervenes and convinces everyone to work together.

it turns out the coins aren't real coins. they're little chocolate gold coin / ladybug snax. they have 'spots' on both sides of their body, through which their singular set of six legs can be retracted or extended on either side, meaning they never technically get stuck on their back. however, the side of the coin facing up alters how the bug behaves toward the player (either shy or aggressive). a little joke about flipping a coin for you !!! 😂

when beffica eats the legendary, it turns out that there were no wishes associated either, it's just a regular bugsnak. maybe unusually tasty. everyone decides to cut their losses by ceremonially turning the regular pond into a wishing pond for real. cromdos like I wish for world peace and befficas like Wait really? thats kinda sweet, i totally thought you'd-- and cromdos like Nah i lied LOLL i wish for A TON OF MONEY! hehehe. later suckers! & then he runs off. beffs like LOL alright. well what did you wish for journalist. and you can choose to tell her or not. those are the only two options, there's no specific wish. she won't tell you what she wished for either way, but if you choose to tell her yours, she'll laugh and be like OK I'll give you a hint: mine came true.

[serene-sun]

𝕮𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖞 ʚ𖦹ɞ

TransMasc Rain x Swiss

18+ smut

Warnings: ohhhh boy hehehe there’s not much I don’t think? Hinted future anal, but none in this. Pussy eating, teasing, ghootie shorts, might be more idk

Summary: rain takes his friends advice and makes a move!

A/n: this is really just made for @lady-jane3 bc I think….nah you will know once you read it

“Mm, hey, still up?” Rain walks into the moving busses lounge room, rubbing his eye and opening the mini fridge to grab a small drink.

“Oh hey, you know I stay up late.” Swiss is sitting on the right side of the sofa, legs crossed, phone In hand as the TV is long forgotten and quietly playing a news broadcast.

Swiss looks up from his phone, he has to double check because right before him is a short water ghoul in…one hell of an outfit.

“That really your pajamas?” Swiss chuckles, trying to stay calm.

But when rain turns around and bends over to grab something from the lower shelf, Swiss’s breath is taken far far far away.

Rains wearing those stupid shorts Terzo designed for new merchandise, the ones that were clearly made for looks and not coverage. They’re black, white rimmed, and in purple and silver it says on the back “ghost”.

They’re so tight…Swiss can’t even decide on what to focus on. He’s so bewildered by what he wearing, that he’s just now spotting the circle that pokes out of the shorts on his perked up ass.

Is he seriously wearing a plug?

Swiss confirmed it by the way it moves against the fabric, and now he feels himself getting a bit bothered underneath his own pants.

“What? Do you want me to take them off?” Rain says it so slow and smooth that it comes out as pure caramel, his voice is so innocent and pure like honey.

But now…oh now Swiss has something far better to focus on. Rain might not of noticed it, but his clit is pressed so nicely against the fabric that it’s so very noticeable that he’s not wearing underwear

Rains testosterone had only been making it grow faster, much to everyone’s enjoyment. The view is very nice, you can see every inch of him. Every curve of his hips, ass, even the hood of his clit is highlighted in those shorts.

Swiss’s eyes follow rain as he comes to sit beside Swiss, his long wavy hair shaggy and messy against his bare shoulders.

That’s another thing Swiss enjoys, how rains not wearing a shirt. How beautiful and firm his chest looks, just how beautiful his tits look.

Rain hopes Swiss enjoys how the scars under his sternum delicately trace along his light skin.

Swiss quickly realizes that this is a game, a simple response to Swiss’s antics earlier. He had simply kissed his neck and gave his ass a good slap, well…maybe it was more than a kiss, they don’t kiss and tell after all…

“Swiss?” Rains voice fades in, and Swiss is now embarrassed by how he zoned out staring at his band mates body.

Maybe Swiss was a little sweetheart after all, maybe all that mean hype over his happy trail and attractive facial hair was overrated

“Yeah sexy?” Swiss can play his own game too, and he’s about to get damn good at it.

Rains breath hitches at the name, he brings a hand through his hair, something he does when nervous.

“What’s got you worked up babe?” He asks, again.

Rain shoots him a look, deciding to sit a bit closer to Swiss.

“I wanted to see if there were any updates on the weather, turn it to the news?” Rain lies, his original intention was to get his way into his lap by ‘showing’ Swiss something rain could care less what the weather was the next day.

“Sure.” Swiss can tell he’s trying to make a move, rain can sense he’s in trouble and he’s close to melting under the multi ghouls gaze.

When Swiss sets the remote down, he feels a slender hand sit on his thigh.

He smirks, that was all he needed to know so he could come up with his own plan for the water ghouls ambitious goal.

Swiss adjusts his posture, letting his legs fall apart. He doesn’t care, oh no he wants rain to see his erection poking through his pants.

Swiss knows that once rain sees it, he will feel his stomach flip and instantly let himself be bent over.

“You like what you see?” Swiss furrows his eye brows, he smiles and laughs as the water ghoul is caught staring at his boner

“Uh, i uhm, I….sorry.” Rain stumbles over his words, a little lost on how to escape his own trap.

Swiss leans into rains neck, “did I turn you on?”

Rains a puddle now, biting his lip, eyes pouting and his tail wrapped around his own leg. A part of his dark curly hair falls into his face and saves him from making eye contact with the ghoul.

“You want a kiss like earlier? I know you liked it, why else would you come in here with a plug in.” Swiss’s arm wraps around rain, pulling him closer by the waist.

Rain yelps, and he feels himself getting erect as well.

“I apologize, I just wanted to feel your lips again…” rain admits his plan, he waves his white flag and he figures that if he’s honest maybe he will get his way out of pity.

Swiss turns soft and sweet, a nice smile and laugh coming off of him. He rubs his face with a hand, and looks back at rain.

“For a small little thing, you have a lot of nerve and I love that.” Swiss whispers, “tell me, why is every bassist so fucking cute?”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be childish.” Rain bows his head, embarrassed and flustered.

“I’ve seen your photos, you look scarier than me, and yet you’re the cutest thing I’ve wanted to fuck.” He laughs and kisses rains neck once more just like the day prior.

“I will be honest, I’m not sure if I want anything with you. But I am sure I like the way you kiss, and I also know I wouldn’t mind talking to you more.” Rain grabs his hand, and places it on his thigh, “your a real

Hotshot, so much that even my own friend’s wanna be pounded into the walls by you.”

“Thank god you’re not that reckless!” Swiss smiles, a squeezes rains thigh.

He laughs once more, “I’m glad we got that out of the way, thank you for telling me.”

Rain nods, and he falls back onto the couch with Swiss as he presses into him.

“I’ll keep that in mind, just know that you have to show all of these off tomorrow night.” The multi ghoul muffles his raspy voice in his skin, kissing and sucking slowly.

“Can’t wait.” Rain felt pressure against his aching clit, “I hope you like the color purple.”

“Why?” A kiss is pressed to his collarbone

“No reason.” Rain panics, as a hand slides under his shorts and to his cunt. He didn’t think they would get there just yet, still he is unbothered.

“The color of the plug?” Another kiss to his stomach

Rain whimpers, a moan falling from his soft lips as he feels Swiss’s hot wet tongue lick up his cunt through the thin shorts.

“I can smell you through these, you smell delicious.” A kiss to the waistband and off they go, sliding down his knees and legs.

The cold air feels so good against him, wet, hard, and aching for touch.

Rains being devoured, the sensation so strange yet so intense. His tongue flicks his clit, then prods at his entrance.

Swiss looks up at rain, his twinkling eyes so beautiful.

“So fucking delicious, taste just like candy.” Swiss moans into rain as he palms himself.

Rain grabs the edges of the couch, feeling closer and closer to the edge.

Good god almighty tomorrow is going to be so hard, nevertheless the rest of the tour.

It had only just begun

[savventeen]

OOH IF YOU'RE STILL TAKING ASKS FOR THE TROPE THING can i get vernon and like you two are assigned partners on an art project but he's awful at art LMFAO okay thank love you xx

JJ BELOVED HI HELLO I AM FINALLY GETTING AROUND TO THIS <333333

okay first of all i LOVE this idea skfjllkdfl this would definitely be a fun, comedic, romcom nonsense fic hehehe

i'm picturing this being set in like, a fucking calculus class and this project is the professor's way of trying to "bring more creativity to the sciences" or whatever. and vernon's just like. 'dude. how on earth is making a collage...sculpture...thing... supposed to help me learn calculus???' no one in the class really gets it either, since they can just, you know, do the math without having to create anything. but whatever, a little arts n crafts never hurt anyone [spoiler alert: it maybe hurts someone *cough*vernon*cough* a little at some point]

anyway, vernon ends up being partnered up with reader who, thank god, actually has an idea for what they can do for their project and also talks like someone who knows about art. in fact, they seem really into art and like, super pumped for this project. which is great! except, they're also really cute? and like, they're maybe kinda sorta the person he's been lowkey crushing on from afar since last semester???

and because having a crush sometimes makes you say/do stupid things, he tells reader that he can totally help with the art portion, easy peasy. [narrator voice: it was not, in fact, easy peasy] queue montage of the week leading up to when they're supposed to meet up again: - vernon desperately watching all kinds of youtube videos trying to learn how to Art™️ - him walking into a Michael's and just being so lost and overwhelmed that he just. has a bit of an existential crisis in the fabric section - he somehow manages to accidently cut himself with a pair of scissors while trying to do some kind of papercraft thing and has to go to the nurse's office. - his roommate (let's make it chan for funsies) is convinced that he's having some kind of mental breakdown "hyung, i don't know what to do, he's just staring at a pile of children's playdough like it holds the secrets of the universe. or maybe like it killed his pet goldfish. i don't know, he's just being weird."

all of this leads up to when reader and vernon meet up again to present their 'prototypes' of the art part of the project so they can decide which they like better and then start actually working on it. reader is already at the cafe they agreed to meet at, and vernon (sleep deprived and already overly caffeinated) walks up to where reader is sitting, drops his sad attempt at art on the table, and blurts "i lied about being good at art because you're really cute and it broke my brain a little bit and i'm actually really, really bad at it. i'm so sorry." and then he fucking WALKS AWAY because he's a LOSER and you were extra cute today and his brain is still a bit broken and reader ends up having to chase him down the street, his shitty attempt at art clutched in one hand, to tell him that it's fine, they can handle the art part as long as he does his fair share of the math

"and like. maybe i could, teach you? sometime? if you want to learn, that is. and i'm not the best artist, but i've taught some summer camp classes before, and—" / "wait, you'd really wanna do that? after seeing how bad at it i am?" / "well... it means i'd get to spend some extra time with you outside of school, so... yeah"

vernon of course readily agrees, and they start going on little art dates together (and yes, they're Date dates bc vernon finally gets his shit together and asks them out) and they get a solid B- on the project bc while reader is great at art, turns out neither of them are the best at math rip </3

[send me a person and a trope/au and i'll tell you what kind of plot i'd write for them]

[icey--stars]

Part 2: 5.2k words, Azriel's POV

Series Index

A story of finding solace in another. Azriel finds himself needing danger in a peaceful world, and what is better than the Autumn Court, ruled by his old nemesis, Eris Vanserra?

a/n: hehehe

WARNINGS: alcohol (not extreme)

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Azriel

Eris was wearing his usual jewelry. Three rings per hand, all varying in style and make. The only one that ever caught his attention was the one that was a nice shiny gold and had little black swirls going all over it. A plain, simple ring to anyone with an eye for jewelry, but Azriel liked it. Though the fact it belonged to Eris made him want to burn it with the pointer finger it was attached to. At least today, Eris on his left ear, had a bunch of little pin earrings: a leaf, a tree, and a shield. In his right ear, however, the male had a bright red ruby jutting from the main piercing in his lope, with a thin gold chain going up to the point of his ear, where it was attached with a gold cuff.

Cauldron- why was he being so distracted by Eris’s jewelry of all things? Was he really that bored? Maybe it was that itch making him do it– wanting to ignore Eris for longer than is polite to anger the male. That made sense. Even if he also couldn’t keep his eyes off the wavy, red hair that swept just past Eris’s revealed collarbones.

“The Night Court,” Azriel snapped at last. “Is perfectly fulfilling.”

Eris lifted one of those copper brows, those amber eyes staring directly into his. “Seems unlikely,” he said, tone crawling. With the opening of the High Lord’s mouth, he smelled the familiar aroma of cigarettes. But according to all known sources– Eris didn’t smoke. He must’ve just decided to hang out with someone who was smoking.

Azriel scoffed at his words, blood pumping faster as he felt anger rising in his veins. Just what he was looking for.

“Tell me, shadowsinger, why are you here?” Eris asked.

He felt like snapping back some childish response like ‘because I can be’ or something similar, but he knew he shouldn’t. It’d be too obvious he was looking for a fight then, and it’d leave him feeling unfulfilled in the long run.

“Rhys sent me,” he lied. Rhys didn’t even have a damn clue he was here.

Eris lifted one of those auburn brows, as if skeptical. “Then tell me, what does the High Lord of the Night Court want with me now? Our bargain ended as soon as Beron died, in case you’ve forgotten.”

Azriel curled his hand into a fist. “I don’t have to tell you anything.” Wrong, technically, since Eris had caught him, he could ask all the questions he wanted. Being a high rank from an opposing court, allied or not, he was required to answer some basic questions to keep the peace.

Eris reached a hand over to toy with one of his rings. The one that Azriel liked. He tried not to stare at the pale fingers curling around that gold band. “Hmm,” Eris hummed, a small smirk on his face. “You look a bit uptight, shadowsinger. Care to explain why?”

“No,” Azriel ground out, gritting his teeth.

Eris’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “You’re no fun at all, come on now, won’t you at least try to have a little fun?”

“You aren’t exactly my definition of fun,” Azriel retorted, crossing his arms with his hands still tightly wound as fists. He was seething at Eris’s behavior. Absolutely raging. It was exactly what he wanted.

“Aw,” Eris cooed. “I’m hurt. Honestly, we’ve had so much fun together!”

Absolutely Cauldron-awful meetings more like it. Eris had enjoyed toying with him, and reaching out to curl a finger along his shadows or smirking when Azriel attempted to gauge his reaction to something. Eris was just irritating. The siphons on his hands were glowing slightly from that anger and pent up energy and anxiety.

“Sure,” He replied at last.

Eris rolled his eyes dramatically. “Tell me, shadowsinger, why are you here? So uptight, and angry.”

“You don’t know that,” Azriel retorted.

“Do you honestly think I’m dumb enough to not see your fists and glowing rocks? I was a general of the army, Azriel. I know exactly what work you do, and exactly how to do it myself.”

“Doubtful, and they’re called siphons,” Azriel retorted, growling out his response like it was a piece of rotten meat.

Eris chuckled, but the smile on his face didn’t crinkle up at his eyes, showing the fakeness of the entire gesture. “You certainly can avoid a question like the plague, I’ll give you that. But, I’m growing bored of your games. Tell me why you’re entering the Autumn Court.”

“You think you can order me around?” Azriel taunted. “I only listen to Rhys.”

“Clearly,” Eris said, rolling those amber eyes. “Perhaps I should tell him about your idiotic behavior at dinner then.”

Dinner? Was Eris really going to plan a dinner with Rhysand just to complain about him? What a wasted effort. Eris would be better off putting effort into planning dinner with some continental kingdom rather than Rhys. Azriel had suffered enough dinners in Hewn City for “keeping allies close” enough to last his entire immortal life. Rhys had insisted he be there of course, and Azriel technically had gleaned a lot of information from them, but he could go without another.

“Put your effort somewhere else,” Azriel replied. “If you hate me that much, perhaps I should come here more often.”

Eris scoffed, eyes going up like he was exasperated. “Oh yes, you’d be so pleasant to have around. An absolute joy with all your brooding, sulking looks and glares. I would just be overjoyed to have you around.” Eris sounded so incredibly sarcastic that he almost wanted to laugh at the emphasis he put on particular words. But he wouldn’t because it was Eris.

“Anyway, shadowsinger,” Eris drawled, voice a lot more serious now. “I suggest you run along instead of tormenting my guards.”

“I didn’t even talk to them,” Azriel said, rolling his eyes.

“And that is the exact problem,” Eris stated as if it was obvious and Azriel was the fool. Oh, Eris got under his skin. “Next time you decide to spontaneously visit the Autumn Court, at least make sure to declare you mean no harm or my guards will bother me when I’m in the middle of a council meeting out of fear of the notorious spymaster and shadowsinger of the Night Court. You should know by now that your reputation sparks fear by now.”

Azriel knew it all too well. “Very well, Eris.”

A side of Eris’s lips tilted up. “Have a good day, shadowsinger. See you soon.”

Azriel winnowed back to the Night Court without another word. How pretentious of Eris to assume he’d return. His skin felt like it was crawling still, with that damned itch for danger. So he opened up his alcohol cabinet in his apartment and pulled out a bottle of whiskey.

He chucked back two shots before he felt some sort of effect from the alcohol. The itch was suppressed just enough that he could think somewhat properly.

But Rhys’s claws around his shields and then his voice echoing through his mind set him on edge. Azriel, are you busy? I just realized I forgot to tell you something.

What is it? Azriel asked.

I’d rather tell you in person since it’s so short notice.

Fine, give me a moment.

See you in a few.

Azriel felt Rhys leave his mind and sighed, checking he had Truth-Teller on him before winnowing to the River House. He found Rhys through the winding hallways in his office, the top of a pen being chewed on slightly and his wings laying more relaxed behind him.

“What is it?” Azriel asked. “Is there some danger?”

Rhys’s brows furrowed. “What? No. I just forgot to tell you about a formal dinner we’re having this evening here.”

“Who’s it with?” Azriel asked, settling into a low-backed chair in front of Rhys’s desk. His shadows swirled around him calmly.

“Helion, the Lady of Autumn, and then Eris Vanserra-”

Azriel stopped listening to Rhys at the last name. Even the whispers constantly coming from his shadows stopped. Eris Vanserra. Of all people.

“You think you can order me around?” Azriel taunted. “I only listen to Rhys.”

“Clearly,” Eris said, rolling those amber eyes. “Perhaps I should tell him about your idiotic behavior at dinner then.”

Eris wasn’t going to plan dinner. No, he already had a plan and Rhys had forgotten to tell him so he sounded like a dumbass.

“Az?” Rhys snapped in front of his face and he jerked his attention back to his High Lord.

“What?” Azriel asked.

“I asked you a question.”

“What was it? I wasn’t entirely listening. Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. I was wondering if you were alright. You zoned out.”

“I’m fine,” Azriel dismissed. “So tonight? Hewn City?”

“No. The River House,” Rhys said. “I figured I should try to ally with the Autumn Court and seeing as Helion tends to keep the mood light, I figured I could talk trade and be friendly with them all here in Velaris.”

“Ah,” Azriel hummed, looking down at his own feet that were planted on the floor. “Did you forget to tell everyone, or just me?”

“Oh, I forgot to tell Cass too, don’t worry. Mor and Amren only knew because they helped me deal with it. I’m sorry for the short notice, though, brother. I know you like to be better prepared.”

“It’s fine,” Azriel responded. “So you want to do this for trade?”

“Alliances too. With Eris on the throne of Autumn, we have a much better chance at achieving that.”

“I suppose so,” Azriel agreed. “So I need to pull out some formal suit from my closet or what? What time are they arriving?”

“I planned for them to arrive around six. Since it’s winter, it also happens to be night at that point and we could show off the Night Court’s skies. You can dress however you want, but I’ll have my wings out if that helps at all.”

Much more casual then, Azriel deduced. If it had been formal, they’d likely have the dinner at the House of Wind and Rhys’s wings would be hidden all night long.

“Alright,” Azriel said. “I won’t wear my leathers then.”

Rhys smiled slightly. “Thank you, Az. I think this will help the Night Court greatly. And Prythian, to finally be allied.”

Azriel nodded in agreement mutely. “I’ll see you later, Rhys,” he murmured before disappearing in a burst of shadows.

Of all times for Rhys to forget to tell him about something. It happened every once in a while that he initially wasn’t too surprised. His brother was a busy, busy male for being High Lord, just like he was normally busy with Spymaster work.

Groaning, he went toward his closet and opened the door with a sigh. He passed his various leathers from over the years and found his formal wear section. He pulled out a black button-up dress shirt with a black pair of dress pants. 

However, it seemed bland and for some reason, Azriel decided to care this evening. Perhaps he wanted to seem unaffected to Eris since he’d been warned on such short notice. Looking all dressed up and nice was a version of defense, just one he employed much less often. He preferred a knife.

He glanced around his closet but his shadows pulled his attention towards a piece of clothing he only wore once or twice over the centuries. A black vest with silver threading that had overlapping cross-sections of fabric in the front to create an interesting pattern on his front and easy latching on the back for his wings.

He rubbed his forehead slightly before giving in to the choice of his shadows. Cassian would probably tease him for it, but he could care less right now.

Master, get dressed!

“It is not anywhere close to dinner yet,” Azriel snapped back. “I’ll arrive late, I don’t care.”

You do, they pointed out.

Azriel rolled his eyes and set the folded pants, vest, and shirt on his bed. “I have a better idea.”

And what is that, Master?

“A bath,” Azriel pointed out while walking toward the bathroom. “Get the damned scent of Autumn off me.”

Very well, Master.

“Keep an eye out on the River House and tell me when our guests arrive,” Azriel directed as he turned on the bath to let the water begin to fill the tub.

A few shadows disappeared to obey while he undressed to slide into a warm tub of water. At least he could semi-relax here. It was pleasant to have the warm water splashing up against his wings slightly when he shifted.

His thoughts trailed back to Eris Vanserra against his will, however. The red-haired male always got under his skin in some of the best and worst ways imaginable. With him as High Lord of Autumn now as well as of quite recently, it seemed inevitable that the male would continue to annoy him. 

Mostly in the ways that he had changed since becoming High Lord. With Beron Vanserra dead, all of the Vanserra brothers, even the most cruel of them all, seemed to take a deep sigh of relief and relaxed. Eris was no longer the infinitely cruel male who did his father’s bidding, but he was a male who was trying to make a positive change in the world.

After all, the Autumn Court had never looked better. The leaves were brighter than the last time Azriel had seen them and the entire atmosphere of the Autumn Court had changed. It seemed… less, somehow. Less cruel. Less mysterious. And more friendly. The people were happier. Calmer. Eris was making positive changes in the court and nobody could deny that.

However, that only annoyed Azriel even more because there wasn’t even a reason to be angry at the male anymore. It was just… Eris seemed a lot like Rhysand. A mask of cruelty until freed from their father’s expectations and finally able to make changes. Sure, Eris’s changes seemed a bit more radical than Rhys’s, but they were still good changes.

He’d even been working to provide social equality to the lesser fae in Autumn. He’d been working to lessen poverty and reduce the rich in Autumn to create a healthier economy and society. Azriel had even heard rumors of Eris building playgrounds and funding orphanages since they were overcrowded since the war against Koschei and Hybern.

Azriel groaned and tugged on his hair to try and focus his thoughts off the Autumn Court and Eris Vanserra. He didn’t need the male to get any more full of himself. That was about the only thing that didn’t change when he became High Lord. Luckily, his shadows seemed to interrupt at the perfect moment.

Master, Helion, and the Lady of Autumn have arrived at the River House.

Azriel groaned. “Fine,” he muttered and stood quickly from the bath to dry off, shaking off his wings briefly before pulling on some boxers and then moving to put on the dress pants.

He stretched his wings wide before pulling on the black dress shirt, clipping it behind his back around his wings, and then pulling the vest over his arms, over his wings, and then securing it by buttons on both his front and back.

He felt familiar dark claws brushing against his mental shield and opened a crack for Rhys to slip through.

Brother, Helion is here.

I know, he thought back. I’ll be there in a minute. I’m flying over.

Eris just arrived. Don’t be too late, Az.

I’m about to fly over as we speak, Rhys. I can be fashionably late.

He heard a slight chuckle from Rhys before his High Lord slid out of his mind and Azriel resealed the crack in his shield.

He briefly looked in the mirror and sighed, using a comb to tackle his hair the best he could. It would dry and hopefully settle into something reasonable on the flight over.

His wings were still somewhat wet as he stepped outside of his apartment and leaped into the air. He pumped his wings hard against the wind, a strong headwind blowing against him. The fading light was beautiful at this time of evening.

“Is there anyone else with Eris?” Azriel asked his shadows.

Yes, Master. The Autumn Lord’s other brothers. Jax, Hue, and Kuhn. Lucien is hiding in his room.

Azriel scoffed, chuckling a little bit at the extra bit of information he didn’t ask for. “Well, hopefully, he’ll come out then. I’m sure someone could coax it out of him.”

Doubtful, Master. He is shaking.

“Stop spying on the Heir of Day,” he told them. “Give him some privacy. If he wants to panic about his half-brothers being nearby, then I don’t want to know.

Very well, Master.

Azriel rolled his eyes and pumped his wings a little harder to fight the headwind and make it over to the River House. When he finally made it, he spotted a group standing outside. Rhys with Feyre, Amren standing off to the side and Mor nowhere to be seen. Cassian was there, leaning against a pillar with Nesta who seemed entirely too happy to glare at the High Lord of Autumn and his brothers who were standing in a loose arrow formation.

He landed smoothly beside Rhys and Feyre, letting his shadows roll out in groves on the floor.

Eris spared a glance at him. “So nice to see you again so soon, shadowsinger,” he taunted.

Azriel raised an unimpressed brow. “Eris,” he acknowledged.

Rhys glanced at him but opened his arms in greeting. “How are you, Eris? Your mother and Helion are already inside. It seems I inadvertently planned a Vanserra family reunion in the Night Court.”

Eris smirked and seemed to force a small chuckle out. “I assure you, our family reunions these days are quite calm.”

The side of Rhys’s lip twitched up. “Then let's head inside. Dinner won’t be for a little bit, but I have a comfortable sitting room with alcohol that I’m sure we can all enjoy.”

Azriel perked up at the mention of alcohol, his wings getting held just slightly higher. If he wanted to deal with more of Eris’s smirking, he needed to be an inch closer to shit-faced drunk. Rhys might not want him that drunk, but he was still pretty damn good at being intimidating in any state.

As Rhys and everyone turned to walk inside the River House, Azriel waited patiently, making sure none of the brothers were armed with anything that was meant to be threatening. He had Truth-Teller, of course, but he always had Truth-Teller and it was at least hidden at these types of events, normally accessible through his pant’s pocket slit.

“You clean up well, shadowsinger.” Eris’s voice startled him slightly and he realized Eris had stopped as his brothers followed his family inside.

Azriel narrowed his eyes, casting a small glance down Eris’s own body to examine the clothing he wore. It wasn’t any different than what he was wearing before when Azriel was in the Autumn Court, but it was slightly nicer. The male was still wearing his rings and earrings. Gold and a single silver ring on his thumb, Azriel noticed. He wondered if it meant anything.

“And you look the same,” Azriel replied finally, raising his gaze back up to meet the redhead’s. That amber gaze seemed to tear him apart and gave him an odd feeling of safety at the same time. Probably because he was in control on his turf now, Azriel determined.

Eris sighed, rolling his eyes. “That was a compliment, shadowsinger, if you’ve never managed to get one before.”

“Thank you,” Azriel replied curtly. “Shall we head inside?”

Eris scoffed as if annoyed at Azriel’s lack of reaction. “Very well, shadowsinger.”

Eris walked into the River House and Azriel followed, shutting the door to keep out the cold. Eris turned to glare at the door for a moment before seemingly settling himself and following Rhys straight under the stairs to the main sitting room.

“Eris!” Helion’s booming voice greeted. “How are you?”

“I’m well, Helion. And you?” Eris replied, going to sit down in an armchair near the couch where his brothers were sitting. Azriel, seeing no seats not by anyone, pulled a stool from the corner to sit on and fan his wings slightly.

There was more polite wording exchanged between the three High Lords and a couple of hugs given by the Lady of Autumn, but nothing too interesting.

“Can I ask where exactly my son is hiding away?” Helion asked. “He seems to be missing.”

Rhys chuckled. “I’m sure he’s around, Helion.”

“Is he in his room?” Lady Merle of Autumn asked. “I can go get him.”

Azriel glanced at his shadows in a silent order. A few whisked away stealthily. Within moments, they were reporting Lucien leaning against the hallway wall, banging his head against it. He fought back a smile and merely said to the group, “Lucien will be along in a few minutes.”

Rhys shot him a look and Azriel opened his mind.

Lucien is currently banging his head against a wall, Azriel stated plainly.

There was a chuckle aloud from Rhys and he shot a small grin toward Azriel.

Oh, how wonderful. Should Lady Merle go to retrieve her son or shall we leave him to his misery? With Elain in Vallahan for a month, he seems to have lost his mind.

He’s been in a similar state for quite some time, so I suggest having someone lead her to poor Lucien’s location outside his room.

How about you do it, Rhys suggested.

Azriel shot him a look but let out a breath and dipped his head. “Lady Merle, I can show you to Lucien.”

She immediately stood. “Thank you, spymaster.”

Azriel dipped his head in acknowledgment and held the door to the sitting room open for her as they walked out.

“Your son is currently a tad stressed,” Azriel explained.

“How so? How do you know?”

“My shadows have told me many things, but your son is currently banging his head against a wall.”

Lady Merle put a hand to her face, hiding a very obvious smile going by the way her eyes were crinkling up. “Oh dear,” she said, schooling her expression. “Is he alright?”

“I have a feeling he merely needs a confidence boost,” Azriel replied.

She nodded. “Lead the way, shadowsinger.”

“You may call me Azriel if you wish,” he murmured, leading the way confidently down the hallways to Lucien’s location.

“Azriel,” Lady Merle repeated with a smile. “Apologies.”

“No offense taken. I am called much worse,” Azriel replied. He had been called much, much worse. He paused at a corner. “Your son is just around the corner. I have a feeling that I will not be of any assistance, so I will leave you here.”

Lady Merle dipped her head. “Thank you Azriel,” she whispered before walking around the corner.

Azriel winnowed back to the sitting room, right back onto his stool. Eris cast him a glance but refocused on whatever conversation was going on quite quickly. Rhys offered him a glass of whiskey and he dipped his head in thanks.

Azriel stopped listening actively, just kind of zoning out and only deigning to listen when he heard some word that sounded interesting or might be useful later. He just mindlessly sipped on his whiskey. Lucien and Lady Merle soon appeared, but Lucien sat noticeably as far as he physically could from Eris and his other half-brothers.

The Vanserra brothers, surprisingly, were quite… relaxed though. Besides Jax, they were actively talking and being friendly. But of course, the second Vanserra brother was known as one of the favorites of Beron for a reason. He was not friendly and was hard-headed with a taste for violence.

“Shall we go to dinner?” Rhys suggested. “The wraiths likely have it prepared.”

“That sounds like a great idea!” Helion exclaimed. “I’m starving!”

Azriel stood, placing his stool back and drinking the rest of his whiskey to refill later. They’d likely get wine with their dinner anyway.

Cassian put a hand on his shoulder before he could walk out though. Nesta cast them both an odd glance before walking out.

“So, brother, care to tell me why Eris Vanserra kept glancing at you all evening?” Cassian asked.

Azriel narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“He just kept looking. I’m surprised you didn’t notice and comment on it. He must really like your outfit tonight.”

Azriel rolled his eyes. “Cassian, we both know that Eris has absolutely no interest in the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. He doesn’t have an interest in males.”

“And how do you know that?” Cassian asked, a teasing smile on his face.

“He asked to marry Nesta,” Azriel pointed out. “And had an arranged marriage with Mor. I’m pretty certain he’s into females, Cass.”

Cassian rolled his eyes and sighed. “Fine. Ruining all my fun. But keep your eye out for his glances. Maybe you can glean more with all those wispy shadows of yours.”

Azriel raised his brow, unimpressed. “I think if anyone is going to ruin your fun tonight, it’s probably going to be Nesta.”

Cassian scoffed. “Alright you hunk of meat, I’m hungry.”

Azriel chuckled and followed his brother into the dining room not too far away. He glanced at Rhys for any specific instructions on where to sit considering that Rhys and Feyre had taken the odd two seats at the head of the table together.

Eris and Helion both sat beside them. Lady Merle sat beside Helion, her mate. Hue Vanserra and Kuhn Vanserra took the seats beside their mother while Jax sat with a seat in between him and Kuhn.

Rhys glanced at the seat beside Eris quickly and then back up to Azriel’s gaze. Internally, he sighed in annoyance but sat in the low-backed seat for wings beside Eris. Cassian slid into the seat beside him with Nesta, Mor, and Amren sitting down the line. Lucien sat at the very end, ignoring Jax across from him who was doing the same thing.

Once everyone sat down, Cerridwen and Nuala floated smoothly into the room carrying silver platters and revealing them as pork, a bowl of mashed potatoes, a bowl of peas, and a gravy sauce. There was also a side soup offered.

A plate and an empty bowl were placed in front of each of them with silverware.

“Thank you Cerridwen, Nuala,” Rhys said. “This looks delicious.”

“It’s no trouble at all, High Lord,” they responded together. “We are here to serve.”

There was an awkward moment as everyone cast a look at the High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court. Rhys raised a brow. “Go ahead and eat. I’m not being that formal tonight.”

Cassian chuckled from beside him. “Good. I was worried, Rhys. Can’t have you getting too pretentious.”

Rhys rolled his eyes. “Cass, I think that’s impossible at this point. Feyre humbles me greatly every day.”

Azriel smiled as Rhys mentioned Feyre, but internally, his heart winced. Oh, how he wished for something as great as either of his brothers had. A mate. A lover. A partner. A soulmate. But he was fine, he told himself strictly.

Cassian was the first to reach for the pork, cutting himself a healthy portion and then pouring on the sides. Azriel gratefully took the offered bowl of mashed potatoes before glancing to his left side toward Eris whose gaze seemed to linger a little as he took the mashed potatoes.

Or he was just seeing things, which was much more likely.

Dinner went smoothly. The talk of trade began over dinner, however, and Azriel was soon bored out of his mind, especially when Eris began talking about supply and demand. His wings slumped a little more and he dove into the wine that Nuala handed him after he requested it.

His mind was a bit foggier than it should be with two foreign High Lords present, but he was fine. He trusted Cassian to pull him out if he started being a drunk dumbass.

“Shall we head back to the sitting room?” Rhys suggested. “It’s a bunch more comfortable than the dining room.”

“Agreed,” Helion said. Eris nodded as well.

“Let’s go then,” Rhys said, offering a hand down to Feyre who also looked bored out of her mind to walk to the sitting room. Cassian patted his shoulder and Azriel stood, casting a confused glance at Cassian.

“How much have you had to drink today, Az?” Cassian asked.

“Not that much,” Azriel replied. “I’m fine.”

Cassian sighed. “Alright, brother. Don’t fall asleep on me.”

Azriel scoffed. “I could never.”

“You have before,” Cassian pointed out with a little snicker as he put a hand around Nesta’s waist to walk out.

Once he made it back to the sitting room, he sat himself on the stool again and let his wings droop a little bit more as he leaned forward, slumping his posture. His energy was quickly depleting and the alcohol was quickly affecting him.

“Well, while I hate to cut this short, I’m sure we can talk more later on,” Rhys spoke up. Azriel perked up at that. “But it is getting late and we all have a court rule. If either of you really would like to continue, I’m sure I can make arrangements for you to stay the night and make time in the morning.”

“No, I agree,” Eris replied. “It is getting quite late. This visit was pleasant, Rhysand. I said everything I needed to. How about you, Helion?”

“I’m perfectly fine with leaving it at this. I confess I’m getting quite sleepy as well.”

As if at the mention, Feyre yawned and put a hand to her mouth. “I should go feed Nyx,” she said, standing and walking out. Azriel did notice that the little Heir was missing, but he supposed they didn’t want the young boy in the presence of some people they didn’t entirely trust just yet. Even if any of his aunts and uncles and his parents would kill anyone who dared to even make him cry.

Eris stood and ran a hand through his hair. The other Vanserra brothers followed suit. “Thank you for the dinner, Rhys. I dearly hope we can have a repeat someday.”

“Of course, Eris,” Rhys agreed. “It would be beneficial for our courts to get closer anyway.”

Eris grinned and then cast a glance in Azriel’s direction. “Goodbye, everyone. And goodbye, shadowsinger.” Azriel jerked his gaze up, meeting Eris’s amber eyes for a split moment before the High Lord of Autumn looked away. Most of the Vanserra family walked out and then Helion and Lady Merle soon followed. Lucien seemed to take a sigh of relief, as did most people in the room.

“I’m off,” Azriel announced, standing. “See you later.”

“See you at training, Az!” Cassian shouted back as he walked out. As soon as he was outside, he took to the skies and headed back to his apartment.

He sighed as he landed and went to change into sleepwear. Cauldron boil him alive, he needed to stop Eris from getting under his skin. What even was that goodbye? Why single him out?

He cut his thoughts short and sighed, grumbling in annoyance as he attempted to get to sleep.

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Raison d’être - A Premature Burial 5

Author: Akira

Characters: Shu, Mika

Translator: Mika Enstars

"(…Ah, Nazuna-nii sent me a message sayin’ somethin’ like, “you haven’t replied, what’s happening?” Sorry to worry ya…)"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: The Itsuki's House Cellar

Several hours later. In the storage cellar of the Itsuki household villa…

Mika: Zzz, zzz…♪

(…Nnah? Oh shoot, I fell asleep!)

(I’m a bit jet-lagged from travelin’ back and forth between Japan and France, huh… It’s also strangely dim an’ quiet here, so I got sleepy.)

(Ummm, ahh, looks like several hours have passed already. Anyone other than family was too much in the end, so I had t’stay back.)

(Are ya doin’ okay alone, Oshi-san?)

(But well, I am nothin’ more than jus’ a freeloader, I honestly don’t have any right to meddle into family affairs…)

(I remember this, this feelin’ slightly alienated.)

(Nothin’ I can do about that, though. I’m not Oshi-san’s family.)

Mika: (… …)

(…Ah, Nazuna-nii sent me a message sayin’ somethin’ like, “you haven’t replied, what’s happening?” Sorry to worry ya…)

(I’ll reply sayin’, “All is good~, I’m a lil’ jet-lagged and slept”.)

(“Right now, Oshi-san’s talkin’ to his family about what actually happened with his Grandfather.”)

(“From what Oshi-san’s sayin’, it doesn’t seem his Grandfather’s actually passed away, or anythin’ that serious.”)

(“Simply another of his lies, so t’speak.”)

(“But, it’s been a while and he’s still not back yet, I wonder if there’s trouble. I’m kinda worried…” …Hm, writin’ somethin’ like this will have Nazuna-nii worryin’ too.)

(“Seems like everythin’s all good here, so don’t worry too much.” …There. ♪)

(“Thank ya fer carin’ about me. Even though you have nothin’ to do with us anymore, Nazuna-nii.”)

(…Wait, treatin’ Nazuna-nii like a stranger like this might get him depressed.)

(Nnah~… I’m no good at this no matter how hard I try at it. I just wanna give a normal reply.)

(Well, that’s good, I’ll send… There. ♪)

(…I have nothin’ left to do.)

(Oshi-san told me to pass the time by rummaging through the things here as I wish…)

(But what kinda place is this? A storage room? Though I heard that when Oshi-san was a child, he sorta made it into his own room at his convenience.)

(Originally, the cellar was made for his madman Grandfather to toss any junk he collected elsewhere into. There really are quite a lotta strange things in here.)

(I also have a habit of pickin’ up and collectin’ junk too, so I feel like I understand his Grandfather a bit more…)

(Or maybe, that’s why Oshi-san told me to wait here.)

(Heheh. Allow me t’appreciate the collection of a “like-minded” fellow!)

(Ahaha, all the junk here’s is splendid… At the Antique Market, I heard somethin’ about how they often sell off valuables here.)

(Hm? Whats this, a book with a lock? Is this somethin’ like a diary?)

(What an unusual dial lock… It’s inscribed with letters instead of numbers. So it’ll open if ya spell out a certain word?)

(It’s like solvin’ a riddle! That’s interestin’. I’ll use my spare time tryin’ t’solve it.)

(Though it’s someone else’s diary, so I shouldn’t look at it. Even if I do unlock it, I won’t be able t’see what’s inside, but… Hmmm, I wonder if I can find any hints anywhere.)

(Hm~… There’s ain’t anythin’ written on the cover.)

(Oh, but there’s a book over there with the same type of bindin’ as this (alleged) diary!)

(Let’s see, this one has a title of sorts written on it… “The Taming of the Shrew”[1]?)

(I wish I were more educated, I can’t get a hint from this at all.)

Shu: —What are you messing around with?

Mika: Nnaaah!?

Y-y, ya scared meee! Don’t suddenly talk from behind me like that, I thought my heart would jump outta my mouuuth!

Shu: Hmph. If you don’t want to lose your vital organs, you better sew your mouth shut, then.

More importantly, Kagehira, things have gotten a bit troublesome… I’d like to ask for your assistance, if you don’t mind.

Mika: Nnah? Of course I don’t! I’ll always be of use to ya, Oshi-san~♪

Hm, huh? I just realized yer holdin’ Mado-nee in yer arms.

Don’t ya keep her somewhere safe whenever you gotta hurry back home like this, so ya don’t scratch her when movin’ about? Usually?

Shu: Hmph. I thought you had grown, but you’re still lacking when it comes to aesthetics.

This child here is not Mademoiselle. Although, she does look quite similar, doesn’t she?

I’d like to discuss some things with you, including that, so let’s move elsewhere. It’s unbearably dusty here.

It reminds me of when I was a child, when I was foolish and helpless, you see.

Mika: … …

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1. A comedy written by Shakespeare. The plot depicts the story of Petruchio, the male lead, and the female lead Katherina, a stubborn "shrew" who is unwilling to respond to his courtship. The plot involves the "taming" of her through various methods to try to turn her into an obedient bride. I recommend reading a more detailed synopsis if you want to catch the small hints/references throughout the story!

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new task: valentine’s day (ACTS)

A/N: reposting by acts! [see full version here]. wanted to see if this format works better (and yes i will squeeze everything in this one right here cause its amazing and i 100% worked my ass off on it)

PAIRING! seungmin x reader ; enemies/rivals2lovers!

SUMMARY: boring classes, boring classmates, boring assignments…to seungmin, everyone is boring even if he’s used to pretend otherwise, but you seem to get on his nerves. you, your stupid poem, and his stupid letter.

WC: 3.150k

CW: fluffy comfort, use of spanglish (not relevant to the plot, dw), use of text format, the reader is stupidly short (which i know all about), academic rivals, bad student reader x good student seungmin, mentions of the unability to deal with complicated feelings, mentions of masking feelings, slight hint of bullying, mentions of being followed, (pet)names: little one, shortie, shortcake, smallable, pretty, hyunjin as a walking therapist, and the ending is kind of a reference to a show i'm obsessed with (not gonna say it so i don't spoil it for you guys hehehe)

|PROLOGUE| |ACT 1| |ACT 2| |ACT 3|

[☆★🌷★☆]

{ACT 1: NOT A LOVEFOOL… YET}

To be in the same class group than him was slightly tolerable.

Is what you’d like to say if you were in a good mood. But it wasn’t the case.

You were mad. As fuck.

“I just need you to give it a chance,” Miss Fernández stated once more, and you had to hold back to not roll your eyes at her.

“But Miss. I know that this subject is difficult and that he could, uh, help me out with the project,” you muttered reluctantly, because on normal circumstances, you wouldn’t go as far as to let Kim Seungmin help you with chemistry. Not ever.

You weren’t in need of help that desperatly.

And that was a fact, not a matter of ifs, buts, or maybes. That was an absolute. Something that lovely-yet-not-so-much teacher Lucía Fernández, spanish accent and all, was not getting.

“Listen. We both know that your grade is the best I can offer considering your behaviour in my class, despite of your average knowledge of the subject. And in this case, I am offering to set that aside if you work on these following assignments with your classmate Seungmin.”

Her harsh tone was also an absolute, and that made you clench your jaw. You blamed Lucas for her attitude towards you —after all, that one accident with a Bunsen Burner had been mostly his fault—, but you breathed in, trying to offer your most pity-inducing grin.

Judging by her glare, it wasn’t working.

“Miss, I—”

“I’m sorry.” She didn’t look like she was. “It’s my last word. And I think that after coming three days to my office on each of your free periods, this is getting a bit tiring.” She sighed, adjusting her glasses by a soft push of her finger.

Nope. She definetely wasn’t sorry.

Witholding a groan you left her office, and huffed as the door closed behind you, swiftly heading to meet your group of friends when they got out of their Biology lesson in other building within the school grounds.

It was a chilly evening, maybe not too much from what one could expect for the first week of February, still one that made you hide your face in your scarf and you hands in your jacket pockets.

You settled your headphones where they belonged, humming to the music to hold back the need to rant and rave against your chemistry teacher, when your phone dinged.

< henry li🫧: everything ok? saw you in lucifer’s office rn

< henry li🫧: did you do smth again? you cheekyyy 🙊

You gingerly laughed, and started typing out your answer, when, out of nowhere, you bumped against someone, making all of the books that they were carrying fall down of their grasp.

You pursed your lips, then pressed them in a thin line. Staring at their— his back, you saw that his backpack was almost empty. Why the fuck would he carry all of his books on his hands then?

The guy had quickly bent down to get his books back, and you followed too, taking your headphones off and quickly trying to prevent the papers from getting wet because of the floor, that was damp from the rain before, when your hands softly brushed against each other, still, you forced yourself to ignore it.

“I’m so…” the word dissapeared in your mouth.

“It’s ok, don’t… oh.” He blinked, his face showing nothing. For fuck’s sake.

Why did it always have to be him?

He swiftly took all of the things from you, as if your touch could be worse than the wet floor. You frowned, feeling a cold shiver trail up your spine, and you crossed your arms in front of you, struggling to seek some warmth.

“Watch it, little one.” He mocked with a light smirk. “I might accidentally step on you one day.”

You looked at him through your eyelashes. What. An. Idiot. You passed a hand through your hair, chuckling dryly.

“I-,” you sighed, shaking your head sideways. “Nah, you know what? I don’t have time for this crap.” You smiled at him widely, full of sarcasm.

But just when you were about to leave, you felt a tug at your sleeve, the fabric of your shirt not thick enough to hide the warmth of Seungmin’s grasp on your forearm. You frowned, confused at the lack of any uncomfortable feelings because of it. There was none, but rather a need to cover yourself with it and wear it like a jacket.

“Did you fix it?”

You blinked, trying to get your brain to focus on his words.

“Huh?”

He rolled his eyes, but his hand didn’t move an inch. “You said you were going to talk to Miss Fernández so we wouldn’t be partners, which is, well, so mature, congratulations,” he tsked, but then continued. “But did it work?”

You licked your lips and swallowed, your throat feeling dry. What was going on? You needed to focus.

In a harsh motion, you moved your arm away from his grasp. You forced yourself to ignore how your skin missed it.

“I… no. She settled. You- I mean… we…” the word felt awkward when it rolled off your tongue.

We? There was no such thing in between Seungmin and you. No we, no us, no nothing. And it was like that for a reason. One that you had almost forgotten with how softly his slender and warm hand had been holding your forearm. Ugh.

As you struggled to say those infamous words, your phone dinged again, and you mumbled a short “oh, wait,” and unlocked it.

< henry li🫧: leaving me on read, shortcake?

Seungmin stared at your phone, shoving his hands on his pockets when he saw you smile at the bright screen. He bit his lower lip. He hadn't taken all of his stuff out of his backpack just for this.

“So,” he licked his lips, and it almost shocked you the sudden roughness on his tone and demeanour. “Chemistry is easy. We can meet up on Friday in the public library. An hour or two should be enough, even for someone with a fun-sized brain like yours.” He chuckled meanly, the motherfucker.

Ever since that stupid text from him, you had made it your mission to surpass him, or at least reach his level, and to be honest, you were even succeding in some cases, like philosophy, art history, spanish, technical drawing and business studies. But Chemistry?

Chemistry would always kick you in the ass.

Before you were able to come up with a comeback for his stupid snicker, the bell rang, and you felt an arm laying its weight on your shoulders.

“Smallable!” Lucas laughed, then realized that you were talking to a certain someone and ful Ty ly gasped. “Oh my god. Are you two finally dating and I interrupted— AH!” He was interrupted by your elbow hitting his side. Noa and Atenea chuckled behind him.

“No. Seungmin was just leaving.” You huffed with a frown, but then you smiled, almost excessively, like a small maniac. “Right?”

But before he was able to reply or mock you, Atenea spoke, ruining your chances of kicking him away.

“But we all have English now,” she said, and if it had been someone else, like Lucas, you would’ve stepped on his shoe or something. “We’re going to the same place, we can go together.”

Seungmin felt you stare intensively at him. He smiled at Atenea, finding that he enjoyed having you look at him, reason why he loved annoying the shit out of you.

“Sure!” He smiled politely, almost sheepishly, and you bit your lip to hold back the need to scoff at his 'obviously fake' kindness.

Because except for you, the rest of your class —heck, probably the rest of the school— were smitten with Kim Seungmin.

Top of the class, funny, kind, and cutely introverted Kim Seungmin was just a dorky student who tried to get along with everyone.

But that was wrong. And you may not have any proof aside from his mean attitude towards you and only you, but you knew it.

Seungmin had to be more than just a pretty boy with high grades, and it was only with you that he proved you right.

You stayed next to Lucas, hoping that Seungmin would at least stay with your friends and ignore you.

But to your horror, he smiled at you, a pink dust on his cheeks. “If you don’t mind?”

Oh, son of a bitch.

“No… it’s whatever.” You huffed.

Because against his dorky self, to the rest of your class —heck, to the rest of the school— you were the quote on quote “bad student.”

Troublesome, mean, class clown? Check. You laughed at teachers in class with Lucas far more than what could be ignored, the dresscode had always been more of a guide in what to wear, unlike what most students usually followed, and you may have been expelled a bunch of times.

Even if you were somewhat kind to the people in school, and even if they all knew your rivalry with Seungmin, God forbid you were mean to him.

You wouldn’t see the end of it.

And he knew it.

Bitch.

So there you were, walking to English class with your friends plus innocent Seungmin —who no one had called, not even the ghostbusters—, who was snickering and giggling with Atenea about who-gives-a-shit. Something class-related. You couldn’t be bothered to listen.

Lucas chuckled next to you.

“Careful, Spongebob.” He laughed. “Some could say you seem jealous.”

…WHAT?!

“Of… of Kim Seungmin?” You snorted. “Are you on drugs?”

He ruffled your hair. “Sure, sure, keep lying to yourself, shortie.”

Finally, you arrived to class, but before you stepped inside, Seungmin stopped you, whispering in your ear.

“Yeah, shortie.” He teased, his lips almost grazing the shell of your ear. “Don’t be too jealous. We wouldn’t want everyone to know you love me.”

His whisper would’ve been almost enticing if it weren’t for the fact that it was Kim Seungmin the man in question, and he snickered, pushing his glasses back.

But then someone cleared his throat behind you two.

“Care to sit down? I don’t have all day.” Mister Holmes grunted, carrying a monster drink and a coffe at the same time.

That mas was slightly terryifing.

You squinted at Seungmin and then walked to your place at the back of the class, hoping that your cheeks felt warm because of how the teacher had startled you and definetely not your classmate’s honey-like voice.

“Pssst. Heeey,” Noa smiled teasingly, whispering with a smirk. “Pssst. You’re blushing…!”

“Shut up!” You frowned at her, but you were unable to hold back a smile. But it was because of your friend Noa. Not Kim Seungmin.

Mr Holmes cleared his throat, and finished off his monster, throwing it to the bin.

“So. I’ve been hearing from some students in the hallways that you’re all excited for saint valentines’ day.” He stated in a strong voice, one that filled the class with little to no effort. “And sadly so, I was thinking of putting an exam that Wednesday…” he faked a sigh, and you had to hold back a laugh, contrary to the frowns and groans that appeared in your classmates faces. Pfft, what a character. “Unless… you guys want to do something in true valentines fashion.”

Mr Holmes crossed his arms, laying back on his chair, his stare cold and face lacking any kind of emotions.

“Say… any ideas, Mr… Kim?”

Seungmin sat up straight at his name being mentioned, and you rolled your eyes, holding back a mocking smirk.

“I ugh… I wouldn’t want to bother my classmates with a lot of work, sir… but maybe… maybe a writing assingment related to the topic would be… enough?” Seungmin stated, his tone soft and shy, and there was even a blush that trailed up from his neck, but he stayed staight and firm as he spoke.

“A valentine-themed task.” Mr Holmes enunciated as he pondered. “It’s a… decent idea. Any complaints?”

You felt some of your classmates’ eyes on you, and you sighed, crossing your arms in front of you, remaining silent. As long as it wasn’t an exam, you’d accept whatever.

“With that settled, I’ll upload the task online this afternoon, but it’ll have to be written by hand. Be sure to hand in a picture of your assignment on time, or your final grade will be affected.” The teacher turned on his laptop, and started taking assistance.

[☆★🌷★☆]

Time had passed dreadfully slowly, until the bell rang and Mr Holmes dissmissed all of you so everyone could leave for the day.

“A valentine-themed task.” You huffed in annoyance as you stuffed your locker with books you weren’t going to take home.

“I thought it was original.” A voice snickered lowly behind you, and you slapped your locker close, smiling at him.

“Well, Henry. It’s no surprise your taste sucks.”

You chuckled when he rolled his eyes.

“I was waiting for your reply,” he mentioned with a soft tone.

You closed your locker, and you two started walking together. “Oh, sorry, I totally forgot,” you apologized with a smile, but he brushed it off. “Yeah, I was with Lucifer earlier. She’s making me work with Seungmin for this term’s assignments.”

Henry frowned. “And we hate that guy… right…” you chuckled.

“Exactly. We don’t like him.”

“So then, don’t do it. You were going to meet him to study, right?” You nodded, smirking slightly at him.

“We agreeded to meet on Friday to start, in the library.” You added, watching his smirk widen. “What are you thinking?”

He stopped walking, smiling at you. “There’s this club that opened recently. Been wanting to go have a look. Apparently, it’s like exclusive and shit. And it’s Friday.” His light-coloured eyes shined as he looked at you. “Meet me there?”

You grinned cheekily.

“Sure. Can’t wait.”

[☆★🌷★☆]

You hadn’t noticed Seungmin on the school bus until this year.

Because he had made himself noticeable, sitting at the back of the bus, a couple seats away from you, but oh, dorky Seungmin was always friend of everyone, sheepishly starting conversation with any kinds of people in the bus, no matter the year they were in.

Before his text, you had even thought he was cute as he gingerly chatted with a group of kids who were probably starting high school.

“Is it too difficult?” A little girl asked.

And it surprised you how he turned to her and smiled, almost tugging at your heart strings, eyes like crescent moons.

“It’s only difficult if you stop trying. And we don’t give up, right?” He stated cheerfuly, and all the kids shined at his sheepish and bashful brightness, high-fiving the girl that talked to him.

You forced yourself to shove those memories to the back of your mind. That Seungmin wasn’t real. And you didn’t like him. The real him. Right?

“Oi, Kim Seungmin.” You called, as it was only you two left on the bus.

He was surprised at your call, but only side-eyed at you, lazily raising his brows, signalling that he was listening. You frowned.

See? You thought to yourself. He’s mean. He isn’t sweet, nor cute. Focus.

“What kind of lame ass idea was that?” You huffed with a mean smile. “A valentine-themed assignment.” You snorted.

His bus stop was close, so he ignored you as he picked up his coat and backpack, but you kept on talking. “You know? Hallmark office called, they want their boring clichés back,” you mocked, laughing.

Backpack on and coat hanging on his arm, he stared at you, and waited for a red light to walk to your seat.

He settled next to you, still staring at you as you chimed mean remarks about his originality and such and such.

“Anything else to mumble? I couldn’t hear you from down there.” He snorted meanly, and you were too focused on annoying him that you didn’t notice his stare at your lips as he licked his own.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re such a lame guy. He gave you the chance to choose, and you chose that piece of—?!”

His lips tasted as sweet as his voice that day with those little kids.

You felt his hand slowly creep up and cradle your face, his eyes closed as he kissed you, and slowly, your eyes closed too.

It was sweet. So sweet. But what was it? It was a flavour that you knew. Its sweetness was so familiar, but you couldn’t seem to figure out what was it.

You kissed him back, and he let out a surprised whine as you sighed, your hands, which had been frozen on his shoulders, waiting for your order to push him away, slowly followed up and remained on his face, your thumbs almost stroking his cheeks.

You wanted needed to know what he tasted like.

But it was when your hands went into his hair that he sighed too, melting under your touch, that your brain clicked.

…

what were you doing?

…

WHAT WERE YOU DOING?!

You pushed him away, and your breath hitched.

He didn’t look like fake Seungmin.

In front of you was not the innocent boy who had straight A’s and was shy enough to not be able to say no to a lot of things, who sheepishly spoke up in class, or who treated everyone with a bashful kindness that was so endearing.

This Seungmin was different. His glasses had a bit of a fog in them, his hair was all messed up, and his lips were plush, pink from your tinted gloss and slightly swollen from your kiss.

This Seungmin was a wreck, all flustered and kissable, and he looked like a mess.

But it felt real.

And for a second, you wanted to kiss him again, yearning to figure what that kiss tasted like, the word for it almost in the tip of your tongue.

He panted, struggling to catch his breath.

“Finally,” he huffed with a smile, but his dark eyes didn’t match the mocking in his tone. A small part of your mind thought that they looked prettier than any light eyes you had ever seen. “So you were able to shut up, after all.” He gulped, still panting.

He moved away from you slowly, as you remained there, frozen, like a piece of art in front of him, cheeks blushed, lips flushed and parted as your eyes stared at him, an emotion much different from this evening.

He found himself enjoying this one even more.

“Eh… T-this is my bus stop.” He muttered when the bus stopped. Maybe it wasn’t, but he didn’t care. He felt like he would have the energy to run home if needed. “I-I’ll… see you tomorrow.”

You blinked as he stood up and walked away.

What…

What had just happened?

[☆★🌷★☆]

[multi-lefaiye]

also what's up with the wyll/eden/astarion polycule, how'd that happen

:3c hehehe

okay so to be clear this polycule exists only in my brain/the bg3 fic i wanna write and not in the actual campaign. but it means a lot to me and makes brain go brrrr

i like to imagine this polycule starting as like... wyll and astarion each separately develop romantic feelings for eden, and they have to figure out how they want to navigate that. i want to respect the fact that, in the game, wyll specifically says he's not interested in a polyamorous relationship, so this is kind of like... a what-if scenario for a situation where i think that might be something he'd be interested in.

because i don't think this is something any of them sought out, it just kinda. happened with time.

wyll and eden get together first, having their sweet slowburn romance over the course of the adventure. and, y'know, they really care about and support each other, and it's nice to see love blooming in such a dark, scary time.

but there's this pervasive sense among the party that they're fighting a losing battle. can they really do anything to change the world, after all they've seen? sure, they're not gonna stop trying--gods know eden is a determined son of a bitch and won't back down if he thinks there's even a minuscule chance of making a difference.

but it's wearing on them, and even though eden keeps going, it's clearly wearing on him, too. there's so much going wrong, it feels like, all the goddamn time. when does it end?

then... towards the middle of act 2, wyll picks up on something he's been subconsciously aware of, but hasn't acknowledged: the very clear feelings astarion is developing for eden. the two have always butt heads, but there's an underlying affection between them that catches his attention. and, sure, he's confident that eden isn't going to be unfaithful or leave him, but at the same time it does make him nervous.

does astarion have something he doesn't? does eden *want* him the way he wants wyll? is wyll prepared to potentially have to share eden, or lose him? he doesn't think he wants the answers to those questions.

this is something in the back of his mind for a few weeks, and he finds himself watching eden and astarion a bit more closely. eden does pick up on it eventually and asks him what's wrong, but he lies and says that nothing's wrong. why would there be?

then, wyll gets *severely* hurt in a battle, nearly dying in the process. and eden fucking *loses it*. he manages to save wyll's life, but it's still gonna take time for his injuries to heal. and that makes something click in wyll's brain: there is a very real chance he won't survive this journey, that even eden's determination to claw them out of hell might not be enough to save all of them. and, if he dies, what happens then? what happens to eden?

so, wyll, the self-sacrificing bastard he is, decides that, if he dies, then someone needs to stick around for eden. and... well, if he's right, and astarion does want eden romantically, then maybe he'll fit the bill. the same day he decides that, he seeks astarion out to talk to him and tell him, hey, if i don't survive this, i want you to take care of eden.

and astarion... does not react well. he seems deeply uncomfortable with this whole conversation, especially when he's always been sure that wyll hates him. he doesn't deny having an interest in eden, but he tells wyll off for being so willing to disregard himself in this situation (and also eden's feelings, too!). bold of him to assume eden wouldn't tear the world apart for him if it came to that.

as astarion says this, wyll picks up on a note of what seems like bitterness in the vampire's voice, as though he's resigned *himself* to the role of quietly pining from the shadows, never having the closeness he actually *wants* here, not having eden care about *him* as much as he does wyll.

basically, this whole conversation gives wyll a lot to think about.

and okay i'll admit i haven't ironed out all the details from there, but i know that astarion joins the relationship wayyy down the line from there, definitely sometime in act 3. it's not something they really sit down to discuss at first, though they do down the line when they have a moment to breathe.

i DO know that i want there to be a moment where like... *eden* is the one in peril this time, and astarion and wyll have a Moment while they're rushing to save him where it really clicks for them that... oh. yeah. at the end of the day, they both care about him, and maybe that *is* enough. they can both protect him and keep him happy, if he so chooses.

the dynamic is like. eden is dating both wyll and astarion, though wyll and astarion aren't dating each other. they might consider it at some point, but i don't think it's something they'd really want to go for.

and i'll be honest that i'm not sure if this particular dynamic would *work* long-term. maybe it could! maybe not! but it at least works for the moment they're in, even if it's rocky at times. eden has two hands.

the dynamic in my brain is like... wyll and astarion both love and care deeply about eden. eden loves and cares deeply about both of them. they team up to keep their little devil safe and in their arms, so they don't lose him as he throws himself into danger to protect them.

(also i know this isn't going much into eden's perspective, but i will be honest i'm a bit self conscious about how long this got lmao. another time, perhaps. idk idk i just love them so much)