#couldn’t decide between those two versions so you have both

[daydreamalley]

A Ramble about Phase 19 of the Fifteen Manga Ft. Storm Bringer spoilers

Just absolutely cannot get over the 15 manga. I love the light novel so much, but this manga adaptation is so ridiculously amazing. Dazai and Chuuya’s proximity/touching has been amazing of course. I adore the way Hoshikawa draws Dazai and Chuuya as well (my baby boys, especially Chuuya). But these last two chapters with Rimbaud and Verlaine. Like, fuck. The whole “At least, one of them felt that way,” part just hits so much harder in the manga for me, with the art and page placement. And this whole most recent chapter. Like firstly, you don’t have to end every chapter with like Chuuya getting stabbed okay, help me out here.

Comparing the last page of phase 18 with Verlaine and the first page of phase 19 with Chuuya makes it so obvious that Rimbaud is seeing the similarities between them with just that parallel, which is confirmed later with Rimbaud quite literally seeing Verlaine standing behind Chuuya. 

Not to mention in phase 18 the “That’s right Paul, I remember you,” in conjunction with him seeing Verlaine in Chuuya.

Then that flashback with Verlaine carrying Chuuya and Chuuya’s just so small I could cry.

Like, I knew he was small, but he's just so young, I can't. People were experimenting on him. Like, how??

The way Rimbaud wants to ask Chuuya something and Chuuya crouches down to him. Which leads to Rimbaud putting a hand around Chuuya as he tells him to live. How close and personal they are when Rimbaud says all of this just make it feel so much more impactful for Chuuya. Kinda love too that Chuuya isn't just standing over Rimbaud. He's making it obvious he's open to listening.

Rimbaud says a lot of shitty things to Chuuya up to this point, even complaining that he has to kill a kid while only referring to Dazai, completely not acknowledging Chuuya as anything more than Arahabaki. But once he fully remembers what happened with Verlaine, I feel like that’s when Rimbaud remembers what he truly believed about Verlaine and his humanity and how that extends to Chuuya’s humanity. Because Rimbaud’s whole final speech is most definitely things he’d also thought of or told Verlaine before (as I think is confirmed in SB). I think those are Rimbaud’s true thoughts and beliefs on the matter, it just took that long for him to remember the full story and how he felt about it all. Rimbaud saw Verlaine’s struggles with humanity, and now he also remembers why Verlaine betrayed him. And so he tells Chuuya to live, just as Verlaine wanted him to back then, live without the burden of worrying about your humanity or where you came from, because “you are you.” It doesn’t matter if Chuuya (and Verlaine) “are but a pattern etched on the surface of raw power.” In Rimbaud’s mind, and honestly where we eventually end up at the end of SB, is that it really doesn’t matter what your origins are, whether someone is an artificial personality (aka pattern) etched onto raw power, because really everything is some version of a pattern upon the world. And in a word with abilities, a lot of people are a pattern connected to a power. Just as in SB Chuuya decides that even though Adam isn’t human and he knows it, it doesn’t take away from Adam’s actions, his sacrifices, or his dreams. Same goes for Chuuya and Verlaine. Their origins don't affect how human they truly are. Their humanity is significant no matter what. It just took a bit more convincing for Chuuya to get there, a little more than what Rimbaud could offer on his (almost) deathbed.

Anyway, Chuuya holding Rimbaud’s hand as he dies just does things to me. Like, the book described that “Both Chuuya and Dazai quietly listened as if there was something in what Randou (Rimbaud) was saying that they couldn’t allow themselves to miss… Some things, however, would not return to normal: the body of a man who no longer felt the cold, and the hearts of two boys who stood rooted to the spot, staring at him. A gust of wind peered through their souls as it passed them by.”

This page just so well depicts that last line. It truly feels these boys have heard something so monumental, that they won’t ever forget. Standing in the aftermath of their first fight together, hearing these words about humanity that both mean so much to both of them. Dazai’s expressions really convey this to me in the manga, and convey it just so beautifully. And Chuuya being so close to Rimbaud when he speak those words just makes it feel like those words truly are so monumental for him. And also this means that Chuuya fought to kill a man, that to be entirely fair and clear was trying to kill him first, and then held to his hand as he dies, and there’s just something about this added detail that’s so significant to me in portraying the weight of it on Chuuya. Chuuya's connection to Rimbaud is a complicated but important one. But really these words are important for both boys, because let’s not forget that Dazai also struggles with his humanity. Even if he doesn’t have a physical reason to doubt his humanity, like Chuuya, there are many other reasons that he does doubt it. So hearing that all people and all of humanity are really just patterns within the physical world, human or not that’s true of everyone and everything, and that’s important for Dazai to hear too. I think both boys think back to Rimbaud’s final speech quite a bit, if I’m being honest or did for a while.

I am NOT getting over the detail that someone (Chuuya??) put Rimbaud’s scarf on his grave. I just… it does something to me and I love that detail so much. And cutting back to that “You are you” line while Chuuya’s talking to the grave is just so perfect in my opinion, and again just shows the significance of it so, so well. It’s like, he's talking to Rimbaud, complaining about his actions really, and then it cuts to that “you are you” and it just shows almost the contrast I guess between Chuuya feeling unrest at not finding stuff about his past that Rimbaud could’ve given him, but maybe wouldn’t have anyway, and Rimbaud’s statement that those things don’t matter because Chuuya is who he is beyond all that. Also the little dandelion blowing into the wind, to me also signifying a wish being spread.

Anyway, entirely unnecessary to end the chapter with a big knife in Chuuya’s back, thanks. Especially after Chuuya mentions how he’s still exhausted from everything. Like let’s just, stop, please.

He's just a boy, leave him alone for the sake of all things good.

[sapin7]

The Sapinssance

[blues824]

Hello there! Could I request headcanons of the Housewardens+ Rollo getting jealous because of their s/o giving their dorm students (first years, Cater, etc) being gifted chocolate treats but lighten up quickly when their s/o gives them a much bigger box of chocolate treats?

Gender-neutral reader. Can be Yuu!Reader, could also not be.

Riddle Rosehearts

His lovestruck gaze after you greeted him with a kiss on the cheek followed you, but it soured when you gave Ace and Deuce a hug each, as well as Trey and Cater. He knew you tended to be affectionate with those you were close with, but that didn’t mean he didn’t get jealous. He has been touch-starved for as long as he could remember, so you will have to excuse him. However, it crossed the line when you whipped out four different boxes of chocolates.

Wasn’t he your significant other? Shouldn’t he be receiving gifts? He didn’t want to seem too clingy and jealous, but he couldn’t help it. So, he stood up and walked away, going to clear his mind. You really have changed him for the better, because before this, he would have screamed and beheaded all of his dorm members. The exchange rate would have been unmatched after.

However, everything was alright in the world when you called his name, looking for him in the labyrinth. He responded and started walking towards you when he saw you struggling to carry a large gift basket. He asked who it was for, and you told him that it was… for him? That huge thing was for him alone? From what he could see, there was a very large box of chocolates, a plush version of both him and you holding hands, a few different strawberry-flavored things, tarts, and paper roses.

The gesture warmed his heart and his face, and he was blushing like never before. He didn’t have anything to give you in return, so he immediately set about planning an entire unbirthday party for you. However, it would just be between the two of you in the middle of the labyrinth, because he wanted it to be special. After you left, placing yet another kiss on his cheek, he started ordering everyone around to start setting everything up immediately.

Leona Kingscholar

He was definitely in a sour mood when he kept seeing you give boxes of chocolate or other various sweets to his dorm members. You only gave him a kiss on the lips and a promise to come cuddle him later. He was very close to hoisting you over his shoulder and just stealing you and running to his bedroom. He did manage to control himself, as he remembered your promise, and he intended to make sure that you were going to keep your promise.

You were hugging every person you handed treats to, and you eventually did not smell like him anymore. You smelled like a jumbled mess of scents, and it gave him a headache. He definitely became a little clingy, making sure that you wore something of his while you went around on these gift-giving errands. At least then everyone would know that you are his.

But, at around noon, you entered his bedchambers with a snickering hyena that Leona knew all too well. You and Ruggie were struggling with a rather large gift basket, and he sat up in his bed. Once the basket was fully inside the room, you flopped onto the Housewarden’s bed to take a break. Said Housewarden hopped out and opened the gift to reveal paper roses, plush versions of you and him, a large box of chocolates, a few different candies, and some beef jerky.

He turned to see you already asleep, so he just joined you in bed and you both cuddled and took a nap in each other’s arms. You woke up a few hours later, seeing that the gift had been opened and your boyfriend had his head on your chest. You decided to gently run your fingers through his long and slightly tangled hair. That was actually how you got him to wake up, which he was slightly annoyed by.

Azul Ashengrotto

The second he saw you step into the Mostro Lounge and into his private office, he put a pin in his work. He went to greet you, and you had a smile on your face as you gave him a kiss on the lips once the door was closed. Then, the tweels walked in and gave you hugs, and you whipped out two boxes of chocolates out of your bag to give to them as a gift for all their hard work. Now, while this was completely fine in the grand scheme of things, Azul has many different things running through his mind.

This man thought you were angry with him and that was why you weren’t giving him a gift yet. However, the more he thought about it, the more that theory did not make sense because he hadn’t done anything to warrant your anger. But, nothing else comes to mind, so maybe there was a rumor that you believed? After all, he used to take advantage of desperate students, so it made sense that a student who still held sour resentment started a rumor.

His line of thought was interrupted when you asked the tweels to help you bring in Azul’s gift. They dragged in a rather large basket, and you were going on about how you put it together yourself. It had flowers, a rather big box of chocolates and a large assortment of different sweets, little figurines of you and Azul that he could place on his desk, some new pens, and a few other things.

Everything in the gift basket now holds a special place in the cecaelia’s heart… because it comes from you and what you held in your heart for him. The next day, you could see that he was using the pens that you got for him, and you could also see the figurines of you both on one of his book shelves. His desk was filled with various pages of paperwork, and he didn’t want you to be involved, even if it was a small, inanimate version of you.

Kalim Al-Asim

He was absolutely delighted when you showed up randomly at Scarabia. You ran up to him to place a kiss on his lips before rushing off to go do something else. Kalim decided to follow you around the dormitory and he saw you carrying a bag full of boxes of chocolates. You were going around and handing them out to all the other students, and the gifts ended with Jamil.

Now, if you think that he would be jealous, you would be mistaken. He’s happy that his dorm members are getting the appreciation that they deserve. After all, they work hard, and he knows that his irresponsibility does not make it easy. Jamil deserves the chocolates the most because of how much he does for the entire dormitory and not just for him. Plus, he did really well in the basketball tournament last weekend!

Imagine his surprise when you are assisted by a few Scarabia students in bringing a very large and seemingly heavy gift basket into his room later. He could smell the sweets, most of them topped with coconut or infused with coconut water or milk. Not to mention the chocolates as well as the plushie versions of both you and him, the paper flowers, and some Post-It Notes because he tended to be a bit forgetful in his desire to live his life to the fullest.

Well, this guy was close to tears as he tackled you to the ground and started to thank you endlessly for the gifts. He loved to spoil you with the amount of money he has, but it’s very rare that he is spoiled back. However, savoring is not really in his category, so he almost immediately starts pigging out on the treats you gave him. He did get sick because of all the sugar, but to him it was worth it.

Vil Schoenheit

Thus far, he is definitely the most jealous. You have been going around and giving gifts to all of your friends, mostly small boxes of chocolates. Epel and Rook got their own as well, and he even caught the hunter enjoying the treats in his room. Vil thought you were angry with him. He was genuinely trying his best to not be as critical as he used to be, but there were moments where he slips. He started to rack his brain for possible issues, but he can’t recall anything.

He immediately started seeking you out, conjuring up an apology within his mind. He knows that you might not want to confront him about your feelings directly, as he tends to not take feedback well. However, to go this far to portray your distaste for something he might have said was very unlike you. It was rather petty.

When he did find you, you were actually struggling with a very large gift basket. You peeked around the basket to find your boyfriend, and a smile made an appearance on your face as you gently placed it on the ground. You would have gone for a hug and a kiss, but his makeup was done and his clothes were pristine. That was another thing that he is learning to get over. Anyway, you told him that the basket was for him, and a smile to match yours graced his lips. 

Inside, the chocolates (dark chocolate, you made sure) were wrapped in such a delicate way, and there were paper flowers that you had made yourself. There were also small figurines of the two of you, modeled after a certain couple pose that the two of you had tried in a recent photoshoot. It was his favorite picture, and he posted it on his private Magicam account. Also, another thing in the basket was a few green packets to put in his smoothies if he was in a rush. He placed a kiss on your forehead as he promised that he would clear his schedule to take you on a proper date as a ‘thank you’.

Idia Shroud

He watched through the cameras as you handed out many different boxes of chocolates to your friends and classmates, and he was wallowing in self-pity and jealousy. He did not want to go out of his room at all, which worried Ortho. Idia wasn’t even speaking with his younger brother because the young robotic boy also received a box of chocolates from you! So, what does Ortho do? Go to get you, of course!

Next thing Idia knows, he’s tracking you and his younger brother through the cameras as you carry a large gift basket towards Ignihyde. Considering ‘Idia’ is written on the ribbon on the basket handle, he assumed it was for him. His pride practically healed itself. You know how when Inosuke from Demon Slayer has flowers floating around him whenever he is in a state of bliss or peace? That’s Idia right now.

A knock on his door snapped him out of his delulu land where he already has your future as a couple planned out. He timidly opens the door, and he is met with the large basket as well as you. Inside the basket are a few figurines of a few characters from an anime you both were watching, some candies (a few are pomegranate flavored, of course), paper flower bouquet, and a very large box of chocolates.

Tears made their way to the Housewarden’s eyes, and you were worried that he didn’t like the gift and you told him that you could take it all back. However, Idia just sank to the floor and leaned against your leg in appreciation. He knows he hasn’t been the best boyfriend, since he was very introverted and was still getting used to being in a relationship, but your patience has been amazing. He starts planning an anime bing/gaming session for a date, something low-key but still enjoyable. He even planned to give you one of his sweaters to wear, because he knows you like his jackets.

Malleus Draconia

A heavy storm was brewing over the Diasomnia dorm, and it was all due to childish jealousy on the Housewarden’s part. You see, he witnessed you giving boxes of chocolate to Silver, Sebek, Lilia, Ace, Deuce, Epel, Jack, and others. However, he had yet to receive a box of chocolates. A pout was present on his face as his room was filled with a brooding atmosphere. He could hear all the ‘thank you’s going around because you had many boxes of chocolates to share.

Was he aware that he was behaving like a child rather than the Crowned Prince of Briar Valley? Yes. Did it matter to him? No. Did he believe that his Child of Man no longer loved him because he had not received a gift? Maybe. Lightning resounded throughout the dormitory and outside, making everyone worried about if their future plans would be jeopardized.

Everything became peaceful once again when you knocked on his door and entered with a rather large gift basket. It was green with a large card that had his name in a fancy font. Inside the basket was a very large box of chocolates… much bigger than the ones you have been handing out. There were also small figures of you both where you two are in a waltz, and it seemed so lifelike, as though they were frozen in the middle of their dance. Then there were the paper flowers that you had made for him as well as a few other candies.

The dragon fae’s heart soared as he looked at each and everyone of the gifts. Now he needed to return the favor, and he immediately started planning your wedding. Lilia had to talk him down and tell him that he needed to plan a date rather than a wedding because he was going too fast with your relationship. So, he decided to reenact the moment that the figurines were paused in, and he set up a small location in the forest where you could share your first waltz.

Rollo Flamme

You had only been in Fleur City for a few days, but in those few days you had managed to attract this young man’s attention. He as well as a few other students from Noble Bell College (whenever he was too busy) showed you around so that you may take in the sights that the city had to behold. In return, you thanked them with boxes of chocolates… and you gave everyone a box except Rollo.

Now, he knows that it is none of his business, and he knows that he deserves the exclusion because of what he has done, but he still feels a bit jealous. You see, he can’t get you off of his mind. Every time he sees you, thinks of you, or someone mentions you, his heart can’t stop fluttering and it feels like it has grown wings and started flying about everywhere. So, he summons up the courage to ask you what was wrong.

But, when he did find you, he saw that you were carrying a large gift basket somewhere. If that basket is going to one of the other students, he doesn’t know if that student would make it to graduation. When he asks if he can help you carry it, you tell him that it’s for him and all the work he has done for you to be comfortable in this city. You finished your small tangent by placing a kiss on his cheek before heading your way back to the NRC students.

Rollo doesn’t even open it because he wants to see you off. He returns the kiss by placing one on your cheek as well, even if it was in public where everyone can see. Later, he opens the basket to find stationery of all sorts, paper flowers that you [presumably] made, and a very large box of chocolates. He is not one for unhealthy sweets, but it’s all about balance, right? Anyway, he immediately starts drafting a letter to send to you once you get back to Night Raven, thanking you for the gifts. Oh, and if you think he’s using the stationery that you had gifted him, you would be wrong. He is saving it for as long as he can.

[nanaminsmoon]

Ngl that suburban eren & hood princess reader fic had me in SHAMBLESS #itwassooogood! If you have the time though it would be real cool to see how this duo became to be and how they met!

thank youu frenn!! this took a minute but i hope it's okay🤭

cw: pnv, unprotected sex, marking, eren being a dick, eren calls reader; 'princess', 'baby', 'good girl', n word usage,

wc: 3015

”but i can’t handle you, right?”, the irony in that statement came from the fact that both of eren’s hands sat on your hips, pulling you onto his dick to stop you running from it. you couldn't think of a single time you had been fucked this good. so, physically, you couldn’t take it. and that’s why your feet kept trying to save your sanity, and cervix, by shifting you from his grasp.

”n-no”, you shook your head at his question. eren’s frustration was palpable, because he had been hearing that he ‘couldn’t handle you’ for so long that it had grown into an obsession. partly due to its falsehood; eren knew he could handle you. if given the chance, he would handle you until your walls remembered every vein on his dick, and the hickies he had left on your body, made it uncomfortable for you to dress yourself in the morning. when those words had been said, in jest, by his friends, he was able to shrug them off. but that assumption had proved very difficult to evict from his shoulders once your lips were the ones it was exiting from.

a chance friendship between neighbouring grandparents, meant that you and eren found yourselves in the same friendship circle. levi was the one who introduced eren to everyone and, granted you mainly saw each other at functions, you had quickly caught eren’s attention. never one to go out, eren avoided parties at all costs. but, if alerted that you’d be attending, best believe he’d have his fit planned and laid out the night before. unfortunately for him, those adorations were not reciprocated, because you paid no attention to the boy. in your eyes, eren was a rich white kid hanging out with hood niggas as a way to pretend to be someone he’s not. when you’d brought that up to some of your other friends, they’d refuted it,

”nah, we cool wit’ eren”, ony had shaken his head at you. even after hearing that, your opinions concerning the brunette would remain unchanged, as you’d always see him as a spoiled white suburban boy who was using you and your friends to cosplay a lifestyle he didn't lead.

so, naturally, his liking towards you was never known to you, nor was it ever a concern. because, as mentioned, you did not care for the boy at all. it wasn’t necessarily disdain, just apathy. and a part of eren knew that, but no amount of awareness could stop his eyes from glossing over every time they landed on you. nor could it stop the corners of his mouth from rising when the sight of your laughing form graced his pupils. everyone around him could see it, and half of your friends thought it to be cute and laughed it off. but others decided to take it upon themselves to save him from the impending heartache sure to come when you inevitably rejected him. eren didn’t understand and whenever he did question their rationale, he’d always get the same answer,

”she just likes her niggas a little…rough around the edges”, ony had once answered, to which eren’s face screwed in outraged confusion.

”okay?”, eren questioned, not understanding why that preference meant you could never like him specifically.

”he’s saying you’re too soft”, levi clarified jokingly, and when eren looked to see ony nodding in confirmation, an indignated scoff would leave his mouth. eren kept to himself, so no one knew what he was like behind closed doors. not to say that the difference between those two versions of himself were vast, it’s just that everyone just took what they saw of him in public as who he was as a whole. because eren was impassive, if people caused him problems, he was the type of guy to just walk away. and that was simply because he didn’t like giving his energy to those who don’t deserve it.

but to you, he wanted to give his energy and so much more. anything you wanted, he was willing to provide for you in the highest quality. every dollar of his parent’s money would be gathered and used to fulfil your every desire, if that’s what you requested. a chunk of his heart shifted to sit in his throat every single time he saw you, and that’s something he couldn’t ignore. the feeling was far too premature to be called ‘love’, but it excited him to know that it could get there, should it be given a chance for it to blossom freely. that’s why he chose to ignore all the ‘warnings’, and just walk up to you and, at least, try to spark up a conversation.

you couldn’t remember where you had heard it first, but once the rumour was in the air, it festered. that rumour being the one that claimed that the green-eyed boy, who drove a tesla, was supposedly in love with you. once one person said it, it became people’s primary method of greeting you. and every single time, it’d be met with unbothered snickers, and eye rolls, from yourself,

”the fuck’s that gotta do with me?”, you had laughed out. it wasn’t just because you thought he was poser, but he just wasn’t your type. it was no secret that you an affinity for pretty boys, but eren was too pretty. he was disney prince pretty, and he had the manner to match it. now, there’s nothing wrong with a well-mannered man, but eren spoke with his chest concaved, and moved like he feared taking up space. meaning he was a terrible match for you, because you needed a nigga who could put you in your place, and wouldn’t just cower in front of you and let you bitch him around.

that being said, the only thing about eren that you didn’t take issue with was his princely good looks. because eren was fine, and you were able to admit that. not publicly, but you were able to acknowledge it, even if you’d never express it to anyone with working ears. you some may argue that the moment that you got close to saying it aloud was caused by people inflating your head with thoughts of him. that had been the moment you looked up to the door, leading to the kitchen you and your friends were sat at to get away from the rest of the party, to see eren stood, hands in his pockets, and eyes practically cutting you in half with how harsh they were looking. in the place of the compliment that you nearly blurted out, came a deep breath before you turned to look away from him. eren would take notice of your reaction, and that’s what would encourage him to walk over to you. you'd see him move, but his destination would be a mystery to you, until you felt a nudge to your side followed by a joke from your friend,

”your boyfriend’s here”, she nodded in his direction and, once you saw what she was nodding at, you rolled your eyes. the next time you’d look to eren, he’d be stood right in front of you with a friendly smile on his face,

”hey.”, he said, raising a hand. you’d manage to hear him over the music, but you wouldn’t give him much.

”hm”, was the only response he got from you, further cementing the notion that speaking to you wouldn’t be easy. but that wouldn’t stop him from trying.

”i…uh…i’m eren”, he said, more nervously than he had intended. the fear of you thinking he was too soft made him nervous, inadvertently making him seem more cowardly than he was. everyone’s assumptions about his character were being confirmed in your mind, and seeing it on your face made his nerves rise.

”y/n.”, you said, and he nodded as if he wasn’t already aware.

”nice to meet you”, he replied. though not formally, the both of you had met before. meaning that you knew of each other, but had never really spoken. so you weren’t exactly comfortable with each other, nor were you keen on getting to that point.

”the fuck d’you want, my nigga?”, you asked and, having only ever known you to be a bubbly person, the austerity of your words surprised eren.

”just wanted to tell you that you’re really pretty”, he said, and your lips did threaten to form a flattered smile, and you’d let them get halfway before you decided to shut him down.

”thanks, but you’re not my type”, the signal that the conversation was over, came in the form of a smile toward the brunette before you turned to face your friend. but eren wouldn't let that discourage him, and he’d just speak to the side of your face.

”they said you’d say that. but…just give me a chance”, his words would make you smirk, because their nature seemed brash, yet they had no air of confidence about them. uneasy green eyes would see you lean to whisper something to your friend, who’d laugh once she heard what you said.

”you can’t handle me, babe”, you challenged, straightening your posture and crossing your arms. a laugh would resound from beside you, as your friend examined eren’s dumbfounded expression.

that interaction would lead to your hands on a bathroom sink, gripping on for dear life. once bored with the flesh around your hips, one of eren’s hands would wrap around your torso to press on the bulge his dick was making in your stomach. his bottom lip would be between his teeth, as he bit back all the pleasure your own was causing him. to you, eren was fucking you with this much vigour as a means of proving something. but eren knew that the reason for his pace, was the fact that his daydreams had come into manifestation. displays his brain had aroused, every time he looked at you, were pressed against his chest, and reflected off the mirror in front of him. in fact, none of it would feel real if it wasn't for his daydream tightening around him in a way that his subconscious could never conceive.

any preconceived notions you had held about eren, had been fucked out of your brain, to spill into the basin underneath you. the ferocity of his thrusts was allowing no time for you to even think, or question the way you once thought of him. and, if pleasure wasn't securing your eyes shut, you would see that the man behind you had been in front of you all this time and you had made the mistake of bypassing him. at first, eren had asked you to meet his eyes in the mirror in front of you, to test your resolve. but the sound of your exposed ass cheeks meeting his hip bone, invited his attention to its origin. his eyes would invite his hand to join them, and it'd accept and move to massage, and slap at, the skin there—admiring the way it recoiled upon meeting his hand.

one of his hands would be on your jaw, and the sight of your skin meeting, inadvertently made him fuck you harder than he had ever intended to. the sight of it made his hips move faster to chase the release the sight of the ring at the base of his dick teased him with. but, in your mind, this man was fucking all his resentment toward you into your womb. weakness encompassed your every limb to the point where even the fingers holding on to your only support were beginning to cramp and give out. the dick was so good, you had forgotten who was fucking you, until you looked at him in the mirror. prince charming had developed a villainous streak, and you could feel it in your stomach. at that moment, there’s nothing you wanted more than to turn around and leave a trail of lip gloss stains starting on his face, moving to his neck, and making a pit stop on his thighs as you moved down to take his length in your mouth. aided by eren, those thoughts would edge you closer and closer to your end,

”shit, you’re so fucking tight for me, baby”, he said, groaning at the feeling of your walls squeezing his length.

”’rrren, i’m gonna cumm”, your back arched off his chest, as you heard your own moans bouncing off the bathroom tiles to slap you on any exposed skin eren wasn’t already holding.

”be a good girl and beg me for it.”, eren’s lips grazed against your ear, before he kissed your lobe—moving to kiss down the side of your neck, and bite down on it. his eyes would flicker to your reflection, and you’d see his lips smile around the skin they were covering. you wanted to maintain your facade of immovability so bad, but eren’s actions were only making you moan more.

”fff-fuck you”, you’d chide, gripping onto the porcelain even harsher, and cursing under your breath. eren would organise his lips into a pout as he feigned offence.

”that’s not very nice”, his face looked hurt, but his hastening hips suggested otherwise. eren wasn't just doing this to spite you, but to also get you closer to your end, so you'd concede faster,

”you bein’ real mean for someone who’s crying for more dick”, he began kissing on your neck again, biting harder this time. there was no time to be in pain, because it all just felt so good. this man barely knew you, but he understood your body in a way only a lover should.

”i’m not c-crying”, you said, and a smug scoff would leave eren's shining lips, before they'd wobble dramatically in imitation of your own. hiding your bottom lip in between your teeth, you'd look down at your feet in embarrassment. the eren you were seeing, differed so much from the eren you had known, that the knot in your stomach couldn't help but tighten. the only word to describe him, was ‘mean’. and you had to question if this was just an act but, looking at how his expressions didn’t change at seeing your teary eyes, you knew that this is who he'd always been. with this epiphany, you knew you'd become the one to chase him, as opposed to your dynamic thus far.

”y-you’re n-n-not?”, he mocked, copying your fucked out stutter, ”then what’s this, baby?”, he wiped a falling tear from your face, its resting place soon being occupied by a gentle kiss. that iota of kindness would coerce a blissful sigh from your lips.

”just say please, princess, and i’ll give it to you”, eren said, quietly. he had expected more backtalk, but he’d be surprised to find that your mouth would open to adhere without hesitation.

”pleasee”, you whined, blinking out more tears, and eren tsked before grabbing your jaw and turning you to face him,

”please what, baby?”, he said, placing a sweet kiss on your lips that almost erased the actions of the man behind you from your memory. but once you felt his eyes pierce through you when he pulled back, it'd all come flooding back. you’d obey, and the place his tip reached caused a raise in the volume of your voice.

”let me cummmm, pleaseee”, you said. a small smile would be on eren's face as he moved to place one more kiss on your forehead. then your wishes would be granted when he wrapped a hand around you to rub your clit. overstimulation to that degree had always been a myth to you, but it was hard to deny it when you could feel it dripping down your leg to trickle onto the floor beneath your bodies. an army of goosebumps was raised to attention all over you, but eren would be seemingly unphased by it. or, at least, that's what you'd initially thought. but, looking at his reflection, you could see the concentration his face, and you could feel his fingertips digging deeper into your skin, telling you that he was close too.

”gonna let me nut in you?”, he asked, against the heated skin on your neck, and you'd pose no contention. even if you hadn't been nodding furiously, your want for his nut was evident in the way you were moving back on him, using yourself to get him off.

”i need it, eren, pleaseee”, you crooned, drawing a prideful smirk from eren. the sight of you using your body to get him off, did half of the work for you. in fact, if you didn't feel so fucking good, it could've made him nut on its own.

”look how good you’re being for me”, his smirk touched your temple as he kissed it. desperation to please would move your head in a nod and, soon, the reward for your good behaviour would spread warmly inside you as eren held your hips to a standstill. his head would be rested on your shoulder, commencing a few seconds of quiet filled only by muffled music and heavy breaths. when eren did lift his head to watch you in the mirror, he'd see you still trying to catch your breath,

”y’know you’re easier to handle than you think”, he chortled, before you'd both be wincing at him pulling out of you.

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Could I please request a kiss goodnight with Copia dearest Oak?

A Kiss Goodnight

Copia x Reader

Warnings: little bit of dirty talk but otherwise just a sweet moment between you and Copia, nsfw just in case so 18+ only, mdni, 1100 words (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers and @foxybouquet for the Italian help!)

He had fallen asleep again.

You couldn’t blame him though, he had been touring for three months straight now with two more to go.  Their tour bus was nice but it was still a bus and not the most comfortable place to sleep.  Plus add eight ghouls and well…things were cramped.  There were a lot of clashing personalities shoved into a small space and at this point in the tour nerves were frayed and everyone was on edge.  On edge and exhausted.

Copia muttered something too soft for you to hear before snorting and jerking awake.  Your view of him tumbled as he knocked his phone from its perch on the pillow next to him.  When he came back into view you had to stifle a laugh seeing the pillow creases on one side of his face.  There was still makeup tucked into the wrinkles you loved so much and his hair was wild, the salt and pepper strands sticking up aggressively.  

Your heart ached with how much love you had for this man.

“You should go to bed, Papa.  There’s another show tomorrow, yeah?”

“Si, tomorrow and the next day.”  He reached a bare hand up and rubbed at his eyes, smearing the makeup that was still there around some more.  “But I’m good, mi sento bene.  I want to hear about your day.”

It was hard to stifle your grin because you had actually told him about your day already.  He had just been so out of it he was half asleep when you’d started and snoring by the time you were done.  You decided to humor him though, clearing your throat and starting an abridged version of things.

“Well, Terzo and Secondo were summoning more ghouls but apparently they got into an argument half way through the ritual.”  Copia rolled his eyes and dropped his head back onto his pillow with a laugh.  “Next thing I know, Primo is running down the hall screaming about hell hounds.”

“Hell hounds?!  Quegli idioti, is everyone ok?”  

“Oh yes, Alpha and Omega were able to keep them contained in the summoning circle.  When Primo showed up he banished your brothers into the hall and then the hounds back to their home.”

“Lucifero, those two are going to burn the abbey down some day.” 

You were both quiet for a moment, Copia’s eyes were drooping again and you just smiled softly as you watched the lines of worry smooth out as he relaxed.  Hopefully next tour he would let you tag along.  These nightly video calls were nice but you missed seeing him in the flesh.  You missed holding him close and burying your nose against his neck to smell his cologne.  You missed his touch, the way the leather of his gloves felt on your skin.

You missed his kisses.

“Amore?”  It was your turn to startle and you gave him a sheepish smile, half hiding your face behind your blanket.  He had a look of amusement on his face, his eyes suddenly a bit brighter and more awake then they were a moment ago.  “Thinking of anything in particular?”

“You.”  He grinned as he brought his phone closer to his face while you did the same.  “It’s always you.  Idiota.”

“How cruel you are to me, I should punish you.”

“Punish?  And how will you do that from so far away, Papa?”

“Hmm, maybe tomorrow night I’ll be too tired to call.  You’ll have to go to sleep without seeing my handsome face.”

“Oh that would be cruel.”  You bit your lip before you decided to take this a bit further, letting out a little grunt as you stretched out in the bed.  “I’ll have to find something else to occupy my time in this big bed of yours.”

“Like what?”  Copia’s voice had gotten a little deeper, his eyes not leaving yours as he stared at you through the phone screen.  “Tell your Papa what you would do.”

“Hmm, I think I’ll slip into your bed naked.  These sheets feel so good against my skin.”  He groaned a little before you continued,  “If I can’t talk to you I’ll just have to pretend you're here next to me.  Touching me in all the places I like to be touched.”

“I do enjoy touching you,”  He groaned a little louder and you shushed him, not wanting him to draw the attention of the ghouls.  Copia ignored you though and you watched as his shoulder shifted, his arm no doubt moving so he could touch himself instead.  “With my hands and my mouth.”

“I enjoy that too, Papa.”  You let your hand travel down your body, your fingers dipping into your underwear so you could touch yourself.  “I love your mouth on me.”

“Fuck, yes.  I’d taste you everywhere.”  Copia’s arm began to move faster and he let out a feral sounding groan before he spoke again,  “Want to dip my tongue as far into you as I ca–”

“No phone sex on the bus!”

You and Copia both yelled out at the sound of Swiss’s voice.  Your cheeks flamed and you slammed your phone face down onto the bed.  Their voices were muffled but you could hear Swiss and Copia yelling at each other.  You didn’t move until the noise had quieted down and you heard Copia’s voice softly calling out your name.  When you grabbed your phone to look at him again he had a sheepish look on his face.

“Eh, I forgot I made this rule after the first week of the tour.  There was an incident with Cirrus you see and,”  Copia trailed off and shrugged.  “Maybe one of these nights I’ll get a hotel room so we can try this again.”

“Sounds like a plan, Papa.”  He smiled softly, his face once more showing how tired he was.  It was time to say goodnight so you both could get some sleep.  “What will we do for tonight though?”

“Tonight?  Uh, I’m not sure I can stay quiet enough…”

“Can I at least get a goodnight kiss?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

You couldn’t help yourself and reached out to gently touch your screen with your finger, the yearning to actually be able to touch him so strong you wanted to cry.  He brought his phone up to his face, waiting for you to do the same, the both of you gently pressing your lips to them at the same time.  When he started whispering something soft in Italian you pulled away, your eyes trying to trace every part of his face before you said goodnight.

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Yes, Papa.  I’ll be here.”

“Naked in my bed?”  He laughed when you rolled your eyes, reaching up to get ready to flick the light switch.  “Buonanotte, amore.”

“Goodnight, Copia.”

You let a few tears fall after the call ended and you quickly buried yourself in the sheets to surround yourself with his smell.  Two more months without him was too long and you decided then and there to see about that hotel room first thing tomorrow.

And a plane ticket so you could share it with him.

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Better Kind of Best Friend

Anthony, your friend-with-benefits, stops by for an impromptu visit after an interview.

a/n: Alexa, play Style (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift 😏 And once again hugest of shoutouts to my darling Winnie for another fantastic playlist!!

Warnings: mature content (oral (f receiving), PinV penetration, Anto being a tease), swearing

Word count: 2.1k

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“Stupid—” You grumble, shoving the closet door closed. 

You had just finished your fight with the broom, who simply refused to fit in the tiny storage closet where you kept all of your cleaning supplies, when your doorbell rang.

Sending up a silent thanks that whoever decided to call on you had done so after you had finished your fairly productive cleaning day, you moved to answer it.

And you couldn’t stop your jaw dropping when you saw who was behind it.

“Anto?”

“Hey,” he breathes, scanning you up and down, and it’s at that moment you realize just how little you’re wearing, having opted for a simple tank and your comfiest pair of shorts.

You step aside to let him in, taking in his appearance as he does so.

Messy hair, but messy in a way that lets you know it was styled that way. A simple, well-fitting white t-shirt, and what you had to admit were the best-looking jeans you’d ever seen in your life. 

As he turns to you, you note his face looks smoother, almost matte— makeup.

“I— did you just come from an interview or something?”

“Yeah,” he says distractedly, “It finished, and I realized how close I was to your place, and I just… I wanted to see you.”

You both know he means something other than “see”, there.

“Is it, uh…” He glances around, seemingly realizing that he’s dropped in on you with zero warning, “not a good time?”

You shake your head.

“No, it’s fine.”

It could be 3am on a Wednesday, and you’d still be happy to see him.

“You want a coffee— or, sorry, tea?” You ask, nodding towards your now-spotless kitchen.

A minute later, he’s leaning against your counter as you rummage through the cabinets, though you know the mugs will likely be left to go cold sooner or later.

As you go through the motions of tea preparation, your mind drifts back to how this… arrangement started.

You had met on set several years back, and there was an instant connection between you two. Neither of you were looking for a relationship at that time, but what was supposed to be a one night stand turned into two. Then three. And now when he was in town every so often, he’d stop by. No matter how many times you swore to yourself that this is the last time… when he showed up with those damn puppy eyes practically begging to take you to bed, you couldn’t find it within yourself to say no. Even if it hurt every time he left again, because somewhere along the way you’d started wanting to be more than friends. And you’d kept that wish tucked close to your heart, because it had been a while since the last time he stopped by, and doing so right after an interview? You were sure he just wanted to… destress after a long day.

You hand him his mug, moving to lean against the kitchen island across from him.

After several minutes of silence, you speak, hyperaware of his gaze pinning you in place.

“So how’d the interview go?”

“I don’t think I wanna talk about the interview right now,” he replies in a low voice, and the way he scans you up and down has you squeezing your thighs together as if your life depends on it.

You try to think of something, anything to say in response, but your mind goes blank as he moves towards you — mug abandoned like you knew it would be — pinning you against the counter as his hands trail up your sides.

Your body goes loose and pliant under his touch, your head falling to the side to expose your neck as he noses at your jawline.

“Been too fucking long,” he breathes against your skin, and you barely have time to sigh his name before his lips are on your neck.

You arch into him as he scatters kisses all along your skin, making liberal use of his teeth to leave deep purple marks all over your neck. Your hand finds its way into his hair, fisting his curls as his mouth trails along your collarbone.

“Wanna taste you,” he murmurs against your skin, your spine tingling at the heat of his tone and the utterly molten look in his eyes as he looks up to meet your gaze, “Can I? Please?”

You nod furiously, your “yes” escaping as a soft moan.

He grips your hips firmly, lifting you onto the counter with an effortlessness that has heat pooling between your thighs — an effect heightened by the way his mouth remains on your skin as he steps between your legs and begins fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

You lift your arms to allow him to peel it off of you, your nipples pebbling in the cool air of the kitchen.

Anto swears softly as he drinks you in, eyes darkening, and you draw your bottom lip between your teeth as you wait for him to do something.

His mouth returns with a vengeance to attack your collarbone, quickly moving south to skim along the tops of your breasts.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs in a tone that has you letting out a moan even before his mouth moves to capture your nipple, the hand that isn’t still firmly attached to your hip moving up to toy with your other breast.

You whine his name as his tongue swirls expertly around you, his hand quickly replacing his mouth as he pulls away to repeat the action where his hand just was.

His ministrations soon have you grinding against nothing, hips bucking desperately against the air, and you can feel the teasing bastard chuckle against your skin as he mouths his way down your stomach.

“Impatient, are we?” He hums, something sparking in his eyes at the yelp that escapes you when he digs his teeth teasingly into the soft flesh just above the waistband of your shorts.

“You said yourself it’s been too fucking long,” you pant, sighing out a “finally” and lifting your hips as he makes quick work of removal your shorts and panties.

Your relief is soon replaced once again by impatience as he kneels between your legs, fingertips lightly dragging through your slick folds, and then putting his mouth…

On your fucking thigh, nibbling and sucking his way almost to your core before repeating the motions on your other thigh.

“Anto, you fucking…”

You can’t even finish your complaint, words escaping you as you whine at the feeling of his teeth grazing against your skin.

“What was that?” He hums, a teasing glint in his eyes as he looks up to meet your gaze, “Something you wanna say?”

“Quit being a teas— oh my god.”

Your plea is cut off with a cry as his mouth finally reaches your core, licking deep into your folds.

He lets out a groan, the vibrations of which send delicious shivers throughout your body as he drags his tongue through your core. 

You moan, long and loud as your hand finds its way into his messy waves, pulling him closer. One of his hands remains on your thigh, keeping your legs spread, while the other moves upwards, his thumb expertly circling your clit.

“Fuck, Anto,” you whine, your head falling back as his mouth and fingers work overtime on your core, tightening the growing tension just below your belly.

He hums in satisfaction against you, recognizing the signs of you reaching your peak, and it takes no time at all for him to guide you through your climax as you release with a cry of his name.

Legs shaking, your eyes flutter open in time to see him mouthing his way back up your body, lips dragging deliciously against your skin.

He sucks at the tender skin of your neck, and you can feel him grinning against you at your shaky exhale.

“Oh Y/N, you didn’t think I’d forgotten what you liked, did you?”

Fucking tease.

“Oh Anto, you're not done already, are you?” You manage to quip back, squeezing his hips between your thighs.

“Definitely not,” he says lowly, pulling away to shuck off his shirt as your hands move to fumble with his belt.

You lean forward to drag your mouth along his neck, lips gliding up the hollow of his throat and along his jawline as he retrieves something from his pocket before his remaining clothes join the pile on your kitchen floor.

A huff of a laugh escapes you as you see the familiar foil packet in his hand.

“You came prepared, huh?”

“Don’t I always?” He says, mouth twitching up into the smallest of smiles.

You expertly tear it open and roll the latex onto him, unable to hide your smirk at the way his breath hitches when you drag your fingers teasingly back up his shaft.

He swears under his breath at your touch before planting his hands on the counter on either side of you, caging you in. He leans in, his breath hot on your skin as he lines himself up at your entrance with a whisper of “I’m gonna fuck you now, yeah?”

You just barely bite back a ragged moan, settling for a shaky “yes, please” as he slowly presses into you.

“Look at you, getting your manners back as soon as I’m inside you,” he teases once he’s fully entered you, hips pressed flush to yours, “You missed me that badly?”

I did, I really did, is what you long to say, but you can’t bring yourself to say the words that could ruin the delicate balance of your relationship, so you settle for stammering: “Shut up and fuck me already.”

A wicked grin crosses his face, and he slowly pulls out and thrusts back into you, your breath hitching as his hips snap into yours repeatedly.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he pants against you.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

Your only response is a desperate whine, your fingers tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck.

He mumbles praise against your skin, the tension within you building with every thrust.

Your ankles lock behind his back, pulling him closer as he drives deeper into you, your nails grazing down his back as you let out a loud moan.

“Anto— Anto, fuck, ‘m gonna—”

“Oh, yes,” he growls into your ear, continuing the punishingly fast pace, “C’mon, Y/N, come for me—”

His thumb moving to circle your clit as he continues to pound into you is the thing that sends you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave.

With a muffled groan, Anto quickly follows suit, spilling into the condom after two more erratic thrusts before slumping against you, utterly spent.

He presses sloppy kisses up your neck as the two of you attempt to catch your breath, swearing softly as he pulls out of you and huffing out a laugh as you whine at the sudden emptiness.

“You alright?” He asks softly once you’ve both got your breath back, wriggling back into his boxers and t-shirt after he’s discarded the condom.

You nod, slipping back into your tank and shorts.

“Wanna hang out for a bit? I’m on a bit of a Bake-Off binge right now…”

Your heart soars at the way his eyes light up at the chance to watch something mindless after a day of answering endless questions about his career— he loves it, you know he does, but you also know the toll it takes.

“I’d love that,” he grins, making quick work of wriggling back into his jeans and following you to the living room.

You find yourself curled up next to him, his arm around your shoulders as you both point out the clear mistakes each contestant is making (mistakes that you both would definitely make, but that’s not important right now).

— — —

You groan, eyes fluttering open against the bright sunlight streaming through your windows, a blanket that you didn’t remember pulling over you falling to the floor as you sit up. Blearily, you glance around, feeling like something’s missing…

Your heart sinks the tiniest bit as you realize he must have left at some point in the middle of the night.

It would’ve been awkward if he stayed, you scold yourself, it’s better this way.

That logic doesn’t stop a smile growing on your face as you notice a thermos of tea on the coffee table, next to a scrap of paper with Anto’s signature scrawl.

Y/N,

Thanks for letting me barge in yesterday. Sorry I couldn’t stay, but I promise I’ll drop by again soon. Thanks for the tea and… everything else ;)

Yours,

Anto

You take a sip of the tea— just the way you liked it, of course— relishing the ache between your legs. If this was all you could have of him for now, well… 

You’d take it, happily.

[bots-and-cons]

oh my god I LOOVE your hcs about Knockout and Breakdown adopting a human reader they ARE EVERYTHING RIGHT. So I would like to request some headcanons of human reader that is celebrating fathers day(and teaching them what this day is about) and I like to see them being appreciative of their fathers and telling them how much they mean to them? 🥺 can we get hcs of how Ko and Br would react? Just a side dish of pure fluff pls 🙏

Let us give these cons some hugs ✊🏻

okay hope that’s acceptable, thank you and take care of yourself!!

A/N: I really liked writing those, thank youuu. You can find those posts here and here if someone’s interested. This seemed like a quick and fun one to write, so I can do it even though I’m pretty busy. I think this would be between the two other posts timeline wise but Idk if it really matters. I think this is a really cute idea btw I hope I did it justice :D

~Knockout & Breakdown~

•Neither Knockout nor Breakdown has ever heard of father’s day, because it’s definitely not a thing on cybertron, and they’re not familiar enough with earth culture to know something like that

•Cybertronians don’t reproduce in a way that would make someone a father or a mother or a parent in general, so they don’t even really have the need for terms such as “dad” or father”

•So when you mentioned you wanted to do something with them for father’s day, they’re like “What’s that?”

•You explain the premise of it and Knockout and Breakdown look at each other for a while, before Knockout starts tearing up with happiness

•Breakdown just nods very seriously, but he’s also smiling

•They don’t want to let you down, this is the first time you’re really calling them your parents, even though the whole unsaid family thing has been going on for a while now

•So you start planning your surprise for them, now that they’re on board

•You were kinda scared they wouldn’t be interested, or would think it was weird, but you were so happy to see they were into the whole idea

•You’re having some trouble deciding what to do, because you do want to get out of the Nemesis with them, but what could you do together?

•You end up kind of improvising on the actual father’s day, because you had a few options you wanted to do

•You settled for something pretty basic, you took them to a diner (in their holoforms ofc) you all liked and gave them the gifts you’d made them

•You had made them these braided bracelets, that were a mix of red, blue and (your favorite color) yarn and were braided with some nice patterns

•You confessed you’d made like ten versions, because you had to learn how to make them, and these were the best ones

•Then you revealed a third bracelet under your sleeve and told them “We match now” with a smile

•Knockout almost started crying happy tears again, but he settled for sniffling and holding you and Breakdown’s hand

•You were sitting in your little booth, holding each other’s hands and you couldn’t have been happier

•You’re sometimes kind of bad at telling people you love them, but you really wanted to make sure they knew you appreciate and love them

•You’re holding their hands and look at each of them while saying “Dad” to Breakdown, and “Papa” to Knockout and “I love you guys” to both

•Now Knockout is just straight up crying and almost knocks over a drink glass while moving to your side of the table and hugging you

•Breakdown isn’t far from tears himself, but he manages to keep himself composed

•They both tell you they love you too, and thank you for the gifts

•You just sit and talk for a while after, and eat the rest of your food of course, all together, it was a fantastic afternoon

[bitethehnd]

I loved loved love the "miss americana and the heartbreak prince !" thing you wrote, could you do one for Naomi too?

*₊˚ ♫ 𖦹 lavender haze !

pairing : naomi mcpherson x popstar!reader

cw : basically just taylor swift!reader (obvs no physical appearance description), all fluff!

julien’s version 💜

i think reader and naomi met in a different way than the julien x popstar!reader did (that fic linked before the cut <3)

you and naomi met when you asked muna to open for you at the eras tour. you were planning to release midnights very soon, so you and your team were setting up your next tour. since the tour was going to be super long, you had to have many openers, but muna was your top pick

you had been a secret fan of muna for so long. when you had first come to terms with your queerness all those years ago, their songs were the ones to help you accept yourself while also dealing with the spotlight of being a famous singer

right after the release of one of your biggest albums, 1989, it had been leaked to the public that you were dating your best friend secret girlfriend. the media went into a frenzy, being constantly bombarded with homophobic rhetoric of the world. you disappeared for a whole year, to which no one even saw your face, but then clapped back with reputation. your career boomed after that, and you were adored by so many people yet again

naomi, and the rest of muna, had also been a big fan of yours for years. they loved how you so freely accepted yourself, even when the media tried to take you down, and you didn’t care what anyone thought. you were the biggest queer artist in the world and it showed

as you were contacting your pick of openers for the eras tour, muna was the first your team emailed. the band replied back within the day, saying they would be honored to perform for you, and the deal was set

you definitely wanted to meet them before the tour started, so you sneakily got their numbers and asked if they would want to come over and have lunch. you said it was in the premise of getting to know them, but you really just wanted to meet your favorite band

they of course agreed to lunch and the next day they came over. you considered asked phoebe to join you, since she was also another opener and a close friend of yours, but decided against it

the lunch went amazing, to your surprise. they were lovely people. all of you had more in common than you previously thought. you gushed about their music and vice versa

there was some underlying tension between you and naomi from the beginning. as soon as they walked through your door, they greeted you with a tight hug. you could feel the outline of their muscles through their shirt, and they could feel your chest pressing up against their abdominal. it drove you crazy from the start but neither of you said anything. you didn’t want to complicate things for the tour by flirting with them while they thought you were just being friendly

and just like that, you guys all became great friends. there was a groupchat made that you all texted in daily. you gave them updates on midnights and the eras tour while they gave you updates on their own tour

when you were at the studio finishing the final touches on your song ‘vigilante shit,’ you just couldn’t get the guitar right. every single combination of chords you tried didn’t sound right. you complained to them about it in your groupchat and naomi offered to come in and help you. you obviously said yes, and they made their way to your recording studio

when naomi got to your studio, you two immediately got to work. you sang the lyrics to give them an idea of the vibe of the song. as you sang, you both held eye contact with each other the whole time. the song had undertones of sexual references and it made the tension in the room amplify. as soon as you were done, naomi played a riff on their guitar for a starting point. your eyes immediately widened and you loved it. you both worked until the song was perfected, even getting naomi to sing some backing vocals for you

when midnights was released the next week, fans went crazy when they found out naomi was the one playing the guitar in the background of your vocals. rumors immediately started circling but neither of you mentioned it, too scared to make the other uncomfortable in anyway

flash forward to when the eras tour was announced. naomi reposted so many pictures of the announcement and raved about you nonstop. it made you laugh but also a bit flustered. you and all your openers were just so excited to get started

muna and paramore opened for the first night of your tour in arizona (okay i know muna didn’t open that show but let a girl be delusional). paramore was obviously fucking amazing i’m a slut for haley williams and then muna went on after. you watched from right behind the stage and danced the whole time. you couldn’t keep your eyes off of naomi’s fingers. the way they plucked the guitar made you hot in the face

you pushed your thoughts away as you went on next and sang your heart out. you started crying on stage from all the cheering and love you felt

as the tour progressed and the more time you spent with naomi, it kept getting more difficult to contain yourself. you had never felt this much yearning in your life. from the way they made your cheeks hurt from laughing so much to how they looked while they gazed down at you with soft eyes, you were whipped. it kept getting harder and harder to be professional

it was a couple shows into the tour and you started to feel the exhaust creeping up. you had to keep a certain persona one while on stage, but when you were no longer in front of a stadium full of people, you collapsed. at that moment, you were sprawled on the couch in your dressing room, trying to take your platform boots off. as if they knew you needed them, naomi knocked on the door and walked into the room

you gave them an exhausted smile, still struggling with the shoes. “need some help there, sweetheart?” they laughed out in amusement. you gave them a deadpan look and they chuckled again, kneeling in front of you to tug your boots off. after the horrendous things were off your feet, you leaned back on the couch with a satisfied sigh. naomi stayed kneeling in front of you, massaging your tired legs

“what’re you doing?” you whispered out. “just helping you relax. you put too much stress on yourself, princess.” you felt your ears heat up at all the pet names. they had always called you those sweet things, but in your tired state, it was affecting you more

“mmh, come here,” you groaned and held your arms out. they laughed and obeyed your request, sitting down next to you on the couch and pulling you into their chest. you let out a hum and snuggled into them. they gazed down at you with affection that you couldn’t see

eventually, you opened your eyes and looked up at them. you were surprised to see them already looking at you. “what?” “nothing. you just look pretty, is all,” they said and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. you scoffed, “shut up. i’m all sweaty and gross.” “still pretty.”

you didn’t know what to say next, so you just looked up at them. you both just stared at each other for a moment. you leaned in and naomi leaned in, neither taking action. but naomi made the decision for both of you, pressing their soft lips against yours. you had no time to contemplate the consequences, giving in and kissing them back fiercely. they smirked into your mouth at your desperation and deepened the kiss, pushing their tongue into your mouth

you suddenly pulled away. “wait, wait, wait.” “what? did i do something wrong?” you wanted to coo at naomi’s thoughtfulness. “no, nom, it’s not that. i just… don’t what this to affect the tour, y’know?” they nodded in understanding. “yeah, i get it. but i like you, sweetheart. i really, really like you. and if you don’t feel the same, we can forget this ever happened and—” you cut naomi’s rambling off with a kiss on their lips, effectively shutting them up. “i like you too.”

and with that, you two started to try to work things out. it was a slow start, since you two were in the midst of a tour, but it was nice. you had never felt this kind of connection before. with naomi's dirty jokes that always made you giggle a bit before smacking their shoulder, or the way they snuck into your tour bus almost every night

by the middle of the tour, you two were in full blown honeymoon stage. sure, it was quick, but you two spent almost every waking moment together. okay maybe you guys were u-haul lesbians

no one knew you two were a couple except for a handful of people. it was nice for a while, getting your privacy from the watchful eyes, but you both wanted to show each other off. maybe you two would post subtle pictures on your stories or hold hands while getting coffee at a rest stop. i can so see naomi posting a photo of just your hands, their fingers interlaced with yours with a little heart next to them. fans definitely notice your eras tour colored nails and instantly know it’s you. twitter goes WILDDD

singing directly to them while they sit in the vip section during love songs ('lover,' 'lavender haze,' 'cruel summer,' 'enchanted,' 'new romantics') <333 naomi knows the songs are about your exes but it doesn't matter, because now they have a new meaning. and also making side eyes at them during horny songs ('i can see you,' 'false god,' 'so it goes...'). they lose their shit every time you perform 'vigilante shit.' like they see you do the chair dance every show, but it still gets them. jo definitely takes pictures of naomi's face every time 😭

sometimes you bring muna on for certain songs. like if you feature them in some of your vault tracks (they give 1989 vibes but maybe that's just me). like dancing up against naomi during the song being horny on the mainnn and people eat it up. the internet exclusively refers to you guys as mother and father

you definitely let them pick your surprise songs. like they make a subtle suggestion and it's immediately being on the list for the night

phoebe and jo being disgusted by you guys but katie, lucy and julien think it's absolutely adorable. like maybe you two are cuddling up on the couch while the others are also there, giggling to yourselves quietly. phoebe literally saying "at this point just fuck" and jo starts laughing hysterically. katie and lucy slapping them on the shoulders while julien tries to hide her quiet giggles. naomi smirks and wiggles their eyebrows at the suggestion, to which you shove their face playfully

there are so many photos of you posing in your glittery bodysuits, naomi's hand always on your ass. they can't help it; the tights make your legs look amazing

you were known to be quite the schemer. you dropped easter eggs for your next project in almost everything. soon enough, naomi joins in on the shenanigans since you obviously tell them all your next moves. in every gayotic episode they say something sneaky with a giddy smile on their face. most of the time jo and katie aren't even in on it and they just end up as confused as everyone else

once the u.s. leg of your tour is over, you take a much needed break for about a year. during this time, you attend so many of muna's solo concerts. fans always spot you in the vip dancing and singing along to their songs. you two are so cute fr

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꒰🗡️꒱・Naib isn’t exactly accustomed to how peaceful life is with you, having gone through most of his entire life without any opportunity to relax. First, it was the war, which—for obvious reasons—proved to be a rather heavy strain on the man, both physically and emotionally. Even after he’d decided he’d had enough of the bloodshed and defected, living within Britain certainly wasn’t cheap, and he was still unable to seize the chance to step back—though he now had his job as a mercenary to blame for that one.

꒰🗡️꒱・I’d imagine that Naib would prefer to live in a more rural part of Britain, perhaps in a cottage not too far away from the city. Not only does he benefit by encouraging your aesthetic preferences ꒰which is for the best, considering he’s got no taste for design, himself꒱, but he also manages to keep you safe. Two birds with one stone, really. Of course, while living outside of the city does make his line of work slightly more tedious, he’s more than willing to deal with commuting than to move you anywhere closer to such prying eyes.

꒰🗡️꒱・That is to say—he kills, and he gets his assignment done. It’s simply business, as cruel as the reality is. But who’s to say that those close to the victim won’t try to seek ‘reimbursement’ of their own? He’s seen the way that people act when they’re desperate, and he’s seen just how far down they’ll stoop to achieve their goals. For this reason, he’s incredibly protective over you and the life that you share. The thought of anything happening to you is one that he actively despises, and he’s always on the lookout to make sure that nobody’s following him back home.

꒰🗡️꒱・You’re in no real danger while Naib is around, at the very least. He’s got years of experience killing and protecting under his belt, so it’s safe to say that most attackers prove to be of little to no threat to him. Sure, there are occasions where he’ll receive a couple of scratches every here and there, though those tend to be the only signs that anything had even occurred. You’ll patch them up upon noticing them, gently scolding him for attempting to hide his injuries, yet he’s always really preferred to be discreet about such occurrences. In his mind, there’s no need to worry you over a pest that’s already been dealt with… But he is thankful for your concern.

꒰🗡️꒱・As an extension of this, he’s very much insistent on accompanying you whenever you head out—a habit you’d only receive explanation for well into your relationship. Finding out that your partner is a mercenary certainly is quite the shocker, especially when it re-contextualizes the instances in which he’d depart whilst citing ‘work’. Even still, I’d say that Naib was even more shocked when you’d decided to stay with him—under the assumption that there would be no more major secrets kept between the both of you. Regardless, he still couldn’t help but be confused when he’d awoken the next morning to see that you were still sleeping soundly to him. He’d truly expected to lose you. 

꒰🗡️꒱・Although he sends some of his paycheck back to Nepal, you’d be genuinely surprised by the amount that he has left back. Whether it be just by his lack of desire to splurge or simply due to how lucrative his… career choice is, the man is rich—far more than you’d ever guessed. You’ll never be without anything that you need, considering that Naib is perfectly content to allow you to decorate the house and buy anything that catches your fancy.

꒰🗡️꒱・He’s got enough in savings to comfortably retire from his duties as a mercenary, something that he’ll do if you express discomfort with the job. It takes him some time to fully realize that that chapter of his life has finally come to its conclusion—and he’ll be eternally grateful if you attempt to help him ease the transition. Practicing for job interviews and reminding him of what excuses to use should anybody question the sizable gap in his resume does eventually help him snag a new job of his own—free from all the bloodshed of his past!

꒰🗡️꒱・One of his greatest struggles in re-adjusting to an average job would easily be working alongside other people. It’s something that he hadn’t really done since he was in the army, and even then—thinking about his old comrades had the tendency to leave a bitter taste in his mouth. His general introversion does nothing to help him, either, with him preferring to keep entirely to himself or a select handful of trusted individuals. There’s also the added factor of his coworkers just… pissing him off for no reason, as well. He just can’t seem to understand why they’re so incompetent—surely, such simple tasks can’t be all that difficult?

꒰🗡️꒱・Considering his background, you’ll have to admit that it’s quite interesting to see him getting so heavily worked up over something that’s so mundane, though you’re aware that his lack of options wasn’t any fault of his. You do listen to all of his ranting and raving, something that you’d initially recommended to him as therapeutic, though he’d only come to understand why until that first gossip session. He’d ended up getting really into it, and… I don’t think he can go back, honestly.

꒰🗡️꒱・Naib tends to get progressively cuddlier as time goes on, but I’d also say that his desire to cuddle with you is also rather dependent on his mood. It’s relatively safe to say that he’d prefer to be the big spoon—the just something satisfying to him about having your curled up, and safe within his arms—though he’d also still love to be held by you every now and then. Especially so when it feels as though he’ll drown within the memories of his past.

꒰🗡️꒱・Even if he decides to quit his job as a mercenary and return to the life of an average civilian, the pain that he’s felt—and inflicted—isn’t something that just… goes away. There are times where it’ll haunt him, where it’ll break down his walls and make him feel like a microscopic mess. It will claw at him, tearing him down and turning him into a shell of himself, where he just wants nothing more than to be rid of such terrible memories—and you wish that there were a way for you to remove them.

꒰🗡️꒱・He loves you, and he’d never hurt you, but he’s absolutely terrified that he might. Please hold him, please reassure him that you’re there for him. Reminding him that he’s got a whole life ahead of him to live, and that he’s far from alone—that he’s safe, at least now—it helps him… And he appreciates it, more than you could ever know. So, no, he’s never quite understood what it means to have a peaceful life… but if it’s with you, then… He doesn’t mind learning.

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Adopt a Wanderer: Finale [Part 5]

Summary: Now that you've recovered from your cold, the both of you venture to a village in the outskirts for a weekend trip.

Note: This is meant to be a found-family series with Scaramouche, who you address as Kuni in this AU! Mostly meant to be interpreted as platonic.

Part 4 <<

Part 1

A few hours’ train ride away, you and Kuni find yourselves in a picturesque village known for their scenic views. Just a bike ride and you’ll get to the beach, and in another direction you find a field of flowers that stretches as far as the eye can see - a bit further more, there’s a market with fresh produce and crafted goods.

All in all, being here is truly therapeutic to the soul, down to the kind granny that runs the bed-and-breakfast that you’ve booked for the weekend. You learn that she’s been living alone for about a year now, and started this business as a way to keep busy - needless to say you and Kuni were quick to ask if you could accompany her tomorrow on her way to buy groceries, as both a way to get familiar with the village and help her carry bags.

Kuni sightsees in a way that makes you yearn for adventure; he turns in the direction of the wind when a breeze blows, and for a moment you can imagine him back in Teyvat as the Wanderer, travelling wherever he wished. Bittersweetness might be the word you associate with moments like these, knowing that at the end of the day, you were not cut from the same branch no matter how you’ve flourished since living together.

But so long as he’s happy, there’s nothing else you could think to wish for. Guardianship isn’t exactly your role now, but rather something close to being cherished friends. You can tell Kuni enjoys that more, too - leading you around to places that caught his interest, relaying new knowledge that you've never heard of...

Going at the same pace, living as companions - perhaps that’s something you’ve grown to appreciate more than you’d care to admit, considering how there’s always an aspect of him returning home.

Instead of brooding about it, you’ve decided to use this as an excuse to spend your days to the fullest; that way, you won't have too many regrets leftover.

To be friends with Kuni is to leave no unknown undiscovered. Not if there’s enough daylight to let your enquiries be taken by the wind.

“You youngsters really are too kind,” the granny that’s hosting the both of you accepts her bags with thanks. Before you can ask if there’s anything else to help with, she points towards the right of the street, giving you both a smile. “Over there is a path with stairs that leads up to a shrine. It’s covered by trees, but if you find the gap between them there’s a wonderful view of the flower fields, since we live on the edge of everything.”

True to her words, you and Kuni manage to find a window between the greenery where sunlight is filtering in. As he helps you push aside some branches to make room, the flowers below wash into view like a sea of dotted blooms. They’re a mix of colors, but what stands out most to you is how the afternoon light makes them look like they’re glowing.

Kuni looks up from the field, drawing his gaze from the marketplace and residential buildings, then further to the side where the ocean laid.

“Do you think the beach will be as beautiful as the rest of this place?” He thinks aloud, already trying to imagine how the sand and waves would look like from the tiny version here. “Back in… Back where I was from, there was a saying that when you picked up a conch shell and put it beside your ear, you could hear the ocean’s call.”

“Some other sayings claim that the sound is of home, or the voices of those that live miles and miles away.” You add, agreeing to go check out the beach if he’s game. “Let’s go see which one is true!”

By the time the both of you trek down to the beach, a good two hours have already passed; courtesy of a detour because you couldn’t resist the urge to check out the shops on the way. In your defense, Kuni was just as curious when you spotted stalls that were populated by locals, selling the most alluring offerings of food… One conversation led to another, and the Sun has dipped lower toward the horizon and is just starting to seep the sky in a rich orange. Not quite a sunset just yet, but certainly a more nostalgic time of the day.

It’s clear that the area is well-maintained when you notice the sand is void of debris. Even with your shoes on you can tell that they’re made of smooth grains, shaken and pulled by the waves in regular intervals. The search for a conch shell and other curious treasures occupy you and Kuni for a good amount of time, but you welcome the feeling of calm and quiet as you walk down your side of the beach - you’d expect to feel small and even lonely when looking out at a view that seems larger than life, yet it’s almost comforting to know that something this beautiful is real.

When you raise a shell to your ear to listen, you do make out a sound that feels different from your surroundings - it’s likely just some trick of physics, but seeing as you’ve come this far to find it, you consider this a token of success and dub it as the ocean’s call that Kuni mentioned earlier.

“Are you getting anything?” Kuni asks, holding his own shell next to his ear.

You nod, letting a bit of innocent delight take over the curve of your lips. “Yep! I think I can hear the ocean after all~ How about you?”

He pauses for a moment, shutting his eyes as if to listen again.

“Let’s see…” Kuni hums as he searches, but the only thing that echoes in his head are your words and your voice. In a way, his next words aren’t a lie at all. “I guess for mine, it’s something like the sound of home.”

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Sharing warm dinners at your accommodation and chatting into the night will be a well-missed part of your trip; but as all good things must come to an end, you both board a train to return to the city on Sunday afternoon with some edible souvenirs in tow.

In settles the slump of a fun holiday coming to a close. It’s like a shared fatigue, in a way: you’re still enjoying the view that passes by through the window and the company of a good friend, but both you and Kuni are quieter during the ride as you contemplate on the things you ought to do when you get back, or what to have for dinner. Maybe Kyoho will even be there to greet you on the stairs as you approach your apartment building. 

You’re admittedly a little sleepy from how the train is swaying, but you make it all the way back to your home without incident; everything is as you left it, and both you and Kuni greet the empty space with a quick “I’m back” - tired but happy. 

After a quick shower you reconvene on the couch with a bowl of snacks and a store-bought bento you’d been saving from the trip, turning on the tv for some general entertainment while Kuni makes himself tea. It’s routine, maybe even a little mundane - but your sequence of habits is something that you’re quite proud to call your ‘new normal’ ever since Kuni joined your world.

“You almost made Granny cry earlier when you gave her our thank-you gift.” You smile, nursing your drink while you sit back and let the TV fade into background noise. An odd sense of gratitude grows in your chest, aching. “...I’m glad we got to go on this trip together. With how much you’ve grown into living here, I was starting to get a little worried that I’d never be able to impress you again,” you joke.

Kuni shakes his head, a light flush on his cheeks. It’s impossible to get drunk seeing as there’s no alcohol in sight, but you’re feeling a little lightheaded yourself from having been awake so long and getting a bit emotional into the night. “She’s not the only one I want to thank.” He starts, contemplating what to say. “I really enjoyed this trip - and just spending time with you in general. So while we’re doing this; thank you for everything.” Especially for finding me that one night. So many things might’ve been different if you hadn’t taken him in. “I’m really, really glad I met you.” He purses his lips, glancing away in embarrassment. “Because– You know. It’s good that we get along, and that I hopefully haven't been a nuisance while staying here.”

You can’t help but giggle at his fumbling, but your heart feels warm. The sound makes Kuni meet your eyes, and you’ve never felt more certain about offering to help him when he first arrived. “It’s seriously been great having you here. You’ve helped me a lot more than you might know.” You sigh, tilting your head up to look at the ceiling. Just by being around, he’s helped you become more assured of yourself; after all, what makes someone grow faster than by wanting to be reliable to another? “So don’t worry about imposing or anything like that. Even if you really do move on and stop living here, the door is open for you anytime.” Turning to give him a teasing look, your voice lilts as you mock-thoughtfully clarify: “–As long as it’s nothing illegal, of course.”

He scoffs. “I wouldn’t drag you into trouble like that.” Though his tone does soften, dark lashes fluttering as he fights against the urge to fall asleep. Your eyelids feel heavy, too - but you hear his sentiments clearly. “But still, thank you. ...Though we really should call it a night. You need the rest more than me.”

“We can just clean up the plates tomorrow.” You’ve given up on the idea of moving back to your room, pulling the blanket that’s covering your legs onto the rest of your body. It’s soft, and nice. Your thoughts really are starting to get hazy by now.

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A quiet goodnight is muttered into the air. With you two passed out on the couch, it’s almost criminal to think that one day, Kuni will have to return to Teyvat.

Perhaps when that time arrives, whatever magic that took charge of this phenomenon might have the mercy of taking your memories away. At least then you may not be as burdened with the sharp feeling of loss that would otherwise leave its wound in your chest.

The next morning, you wake up just an hour before your alarm. It's a work day as usual, but at the very least you can spare yourself some prep time by eating some of the snacks from your trip as breakfast.

Wash your face, pack your bag, and out of the apartment you go. The cat that roams around the building greets you with a meow as you pass by, but a strong feeling of deja vu causes you to turn around sharply at the sound of leaves ruffling in the breeze.

…There's nothing out of the ordinary. The birds that nest in the tree above are chirping, the weather is relatively clear.

If so, why does it feel like something is missing? That you're forgetting something important?

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Author's notes:

Thank you for reading my 'adopt a wanderer', series! It's been a concept that I wanted to write for a while, so I'm glad I managed to get this out to you all in the new year 💕

As for the ending, here are some things that I'll clarify!

Both reader and kuni have their memories blocked: not erased! They will continue to be blocked for now, and not be able to recall that any of this (Kuni being in another world) happened at all.

During the first few days, both Kuni and reader will feel that something's missing, but this feeling will eventually fade too while they settle back to their regular lives

Kuni has indeed been isekaied back to Teyvat during the night. But at the very least, they managed to have one last exchange of thank you's and I'm home, right?

Traces of him have either been replaced by other things in your world, or vanished completely. Think of it as similar to the convenient magic of Genshin being erased when he's nearby (and since he's gone now, it's back! Reader may gatcha and play once again 💙)

As for what happens to him after this… everything in canon still ensues, unfortunately. But maybe there'll be a surprise in the future that takes place in the sequel 😉 (which will be posted after a month or so)

UPDATE: sequel is done and posted here!

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𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 || 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍

pairing: leah williamson x reader, fcb femeni x reader

summary: after a gruelling game against real madrid all feelings are put onto the table, does it lead you to being heart broken or someone else’s?

warnings: angst & fluff

word count: 3.1k

a/n: this is one of the alternate endings of part three... so enjoy. you can either read this version or the other- or both! :)

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“The person you are calling is unable to take your call right now, please leave a message after the tone.”

Six times. That's how many times Leah had tried to call you. Yet, you still didn't pick up.

With every time Leah called you she had a little hope in her that you would pick up, but it soon shattered when it went through to voicemail.

“Pick up, please.” Leah whispered, her voice cracking as she sat on the edge of her bed. “Just pick up.”

Fiddling with your ring on her finger Leah decided to call you one last time.

Leg bouncing up and down in anticipation, Leah bit the nail on her thumb waiting, hoping, or anything in between for her to hear your voice.

As the phone rang the likelihood of you picking up got slimmer and slimmer. Leah ultimately decided to end the call, completely unaware that you were contemplating on the other end, finger hovering over the button to accept.

Letting out a long sigh, one full of many emotions, Leah couldn’t stop the feeling of her bottom lip quivering along with the tears pooling up in her eyes.

Finally letting the emotions get the better of her, she soon broke down once again. This time taking longer to compose herself.

With trembling hands, Leah picked up the letter beside her and read it once again.

Leah,

I’ve known you for five years and lived with you for three, each one of those years, minutes and seconds have been the best of my life. But I can't be friends with you. I can't be just friends with you.

I like all the little things about you, I like the way you make me feel, I like your smile, laugh, everything. I like you. Nothing in this world can stop me from liking you.

You might be wondering where all my things have gone and it's because I got sent a transfer, one from Barcelona. I took it. I couldn't turn it down.

Well at first, I didn't really want to take the offer. That was until I saw you and jordan. I just couldn't handle the heartbreak knowing that Jordan was the one who got to hold you, kiss you, be the one to call you theirs.

I was going to tell you, you know. I had it all planned out, it wasn't anything extravagant, just a little something.

I’m sorry I didn't tell you about my feelings and about the transfer. I was going to, it's just that life got in the way. I don’t want it to be real. I don't want to leave, not really. Not without you.

I’m sorry that I couldn't tell you face to face, I just felt like a text would be a shitty way to say goodbye. It’s not really a goodbye, though, more like a see you later.

And even if we did have a chance to be together, maybe it was just not meant to be.

It had been three weeks since you had left London and moved to Barcelona. You managed to fit in with the team really well and you were happy to call this new place your home.

Lucy and Keria were there to help you find your feet and get to know everything going on in the catalonian city.

You had grown close with all the girls and more specifically with someone in particular. The two of you were seen almost everywhere together. Neither of you were seen without the other during training or even team bonding.

The team started speculating and eventually the fans did too, but it was always the same answer. No, you're not dating. How could you? Not after Leah.

“Here come the love birds.” Mapi joked as you walked into training with Alexia by your side.

“Very funny.” Alexia deadpanned, wrapping her arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to her. “Y/n can only dream.”

“Yeah right.” You chuckled, pushing away from the midfielder slightly.

“Come on you two.” Lucy smiled as she walked in between you and alexia, placing her arms around either of your shoulders and walking the two of you out and onto the pitch for training.

“Leave them alone Maps.” Ingrid said as she walked behind you, Lucy and Alexia.

“But-”

“You can tease them later.”

“Fine.” Mapi reluctantly huffed as she walked to training as well.

Training was fairly easy, a couple simple drills and it went by in a flash. The rest of the girls went back to the locker room to get changed whilst you stayed out to do some shooting drills.

After sinking another ball into the net, you heard someone walk up behind you. They didn't say anything at first, just watching as you pelted balls at the goal.

“You’ll end up making a hole in the net, if you keep kicking that hard.” The voice said from behind you. Alexia’s voice.

“That's a shame.” You said, not really caring.

“Alright, what's up with you?” She asked, coming to step in front of you, stopping you from kicking another ball.

“Nothing.” You muttered, trying to get out of Alexia's intense stare, manoeuvring around her.

“It's obviously not nothing.”

“Just drop it.”

“Does it have something to do with the person who always calls you?”

“I said drop it.” You huffed, kicking another ball.

“I want to help you.”

“Ale, just drop it, please.” You said, your voice sounding so drained.

“Want me to set you up?” Alexia asked softly, getting that you don't want to talk about the topic.

“Yeah,” you replied with a smile, “if you don't mind.”

“Not at all.”

The two of you continued to pass and shoot for a couple of hours, laughing, making jokes and having fun to your heart's content.

Once you both decided to finally stop, you sat by the side of the pitch, waters in hand, trying to cool down.

The two of you continued to converse, not caring how late it was getting or how long you were sitting beside each other.

You were laughing at something Alexia said when a call interrupted the two of you. Pulling your phone from your pocket you saw Leah’s name pop up on your screen.

Sighing, you chucked your phone in between you and Alexia. Bad idea. The woman beside you picked up your phone and answered the call just before it was going to end.

“Y/n?” Leah’s voice questioned on the other end. “Oh my god…”

As Leah asked multiple questions at a million miles an hour, you tried to get your phone off the woman beside you.

Alexia was quick to jump up and avoid your advances, trying to dodge your hand desperately grabbing for your phone.

“... I read your letter and I-”

“This isn’t y/n.” Alexia answered before you could stop her.

“And I- wait what?”

“Look, you’ve gotta stop calling her.”

“Ale, stop.” You pleaded but Alexia shook her head.

“What? Why?” Leah asked.

“If someone doesn’t answer your calls that means they don't want to talk to you.”

“Ale-” You said once again.

“No, y/n-”

Before Alexia could talk any more, you took your phone back out of her hand and walked away from her but not before giving a look that said ‘you're in deep shit’.

“Leah.” You said, placing your phone by your ear.

“Y/n?” Leah replied, her voice sounding so relieved but she was still unable to believe she was finally able to hear your voice after many weeks.

“Hey.”

“Do they mean it?”

“Mean what?” You asked, looking back at Alexia noticing how she fiddled with her fingers.

“What they said, about you not wanting to talk to me?”

“It's not like that its-”

“I get it, it's fine.”

“No leah-”

“Just tell me, did you mean it? What you wrote in the letter did you mean it?”

“Of course I did.” You said softly.

“Then why did you leave? We could have figured it out, I thought we were a team, I thought- I-” By this point, Leah had let her emotions take over, you could practically hear the tears in her voice.

That's when you broke down. Hearing leah cry made you start, lip quivering, eyes watering, legs trembling, heart rate increasing causing you to finally let it all out.

“Leah, I have to go.” You sniffled.

“No, y/n you just picked up, i’m not letting you go now.”

“Leah, please, I'm sorry.”

“Y/n-” Leah’s desperate plea was the last you heard before you ended the call.

Your head fell down as you looked at the phone in your hand, tears falling down your face as you tried to wipe them away but it was no use.

Alexia cautiously stepped in front of you, hands cradling your face as the pads of her thumbs wiped away your tears.

You were in some sort of trance, your mind focused on how you needed to hear Leah's voice again, to feel her touch again.

“I cant.” You said quietly, stepping out of Alexia’s hold.

“Y/n-”

“No,” you said, stepping back every time Alexia tried to get closer to you, “why would you do that?”

“I thought that-”

“Well you thought wrong.”

“Lo siento.”

“I’ll see you later.” You mumbled, walking away from the Spanish captain.

The team had noticed a change between you and Alexia as well as your style of play, you were more ruthless, uncaring, violent but you had a new fire in you, one that was determined and hungry.

You didn't care if you got a yellow, as long as it helped you and the team it didn't matter. Some would say you're playing a dangerous game, but that was a risk you were willing to take.

Within the new found fire, you played more minutes, scored more goals, made more passes, tackles and assists. You were on your way to becoming an all time great but there was one thing setting you back.

More like someone setting you back.

It wasn’t just the team that noticed you distancing yourself away from Alexia, the fans did too. You made sure to stay as far away as possible, knowing your heart couldn't take it.

You were confused. So very confused.

You had known Alexia for a short period of time but you just couldn't help falling for her.

Now, you never imagined falling for someone other than Leah and somewhere in your heart you still held that love you once had.

It was finally one of the biggest games of the year, an El Clasico. Barcelona vs Real Madrid. It was just as important as it is in the men's game, each side wanting to take victory over the other.

“You alright?” Lucy asked as she came up beside you, noticing that you were staring at your locker.

“Yeah, you?”

“I feel like you’re not telling me something but I'll drop it for now.”

“Thanks.” you smiled weakly.

“I want you to score today.” Lucy nudged you.

“I’ll try.” You chuckled.

You had played a couple of games for Barca but this was the first one where you were in the starting lineup.

You stood behind Mapi as both teams lined up, determination displayed across everyone's faces.

Walking out onto the pitch you looked around the stadium, a sense of pride filled you up.

The seats flooded with barca shirts, each and every one of them giving you that extra confidence boost fueling you up for the game.

When the ref blew their whistle you kicked off the game. Each team put in their maximum effort from the start.

It was around the fourteenth minute when you had a shot on goal. Pina had sent a lovely weighted ball to your feet and you were through on goal.

You heard two defenders gaining on you and saw that their keeper coming off their line.

With each player getting closer and closer you decided to try your luck and chip the keeper.

You watched as the ball soared through the air and landed just beneath the bar, a small clinking sound could be heard before the stadium erupted into cheers.

The ball had bounced off the bar and into the net. You felt someone jump onto your back, screaming in your ear. A couple of other girls came and congratulated you before you had to get back into your positions.

You soon found out that Alexia was the one who jumped on your back. Sending her a small smile before Madrid kicked off the game once again.

Half time soon arrived and Barca had managed to keep the one-nil lead. Walking back into the locker room, the girls patted you on your back as they walked past.

Everyone sat down and listened to the half-time talk, seeing where they could improve as well as noting down some of Madrid's tactics.

Each person in the room was determined to hold onto the lead and Barcelona was clearly not going down without a fight.

There were a couple minutes left till the second half began and as you were sorting out your laces you felt someone sit beside you.

“Hola.” They said, rubbing their hands over their thighs.

“Hey.” You said, looking up to see Alexia looking at everything but you. “You alright?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” She smiled, finally turning to face you.

Not really knowing what to say to the woman you sent her a warm smile. As you were about to get up, Alexia held her arm out and stopped you from going anywhere.

“Um, good goal, great actually.” She said, stumbling over her words.

“Thanks.” You chuckled, trying not to find her cute.

“Can we- only if you want to- could-”

“One minute girls!” Someone shouted, cutting Alexia’s ramble off.

“Yeah?” You asked, waiting patiently for Alexia to finish what she was trying to say.

“Could we talk after the match?” The woman finally said, a sheepish smile noticeable on her face.

That smile dropped however once she noticed you getting up from your seat.

“Of course.” You replied, holding your hand out for Alexia to take.

The midfielder placed her hand in yours and felt a small blush crawl up her neck.

“Did you really think I was going to walk off?” You teased.

“A little, yeah.”

“You really think that low of me, Putellas? Ouch.” You joked, feigning being shot as you held your hand to your heart.

“Shut up.” Alexia chuckled. “We’ve got a game to win.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The two of you walked back onto the pitch with the rest of your team, your sole focus on winning.

The second half was much more gruelling, Madrid definitely placed a target or two on your back. You played the ball as if it was a hot potato. Making sure not to hold it for longer than three seconds as you knew a Madrid player would soon be coming for your ankles.

At the eighty-third minute you had managed to find space a little to the right, making a run down the wing. You were inside the box when you found the perfect opportunity to cross the ball in.

Just as the ball left your foot you felt a pair of studs collide with your ankle, sending you tumbling to the ground.

Your hand immediately clutched your foot, and a pained groan ripped from your throat. With one hand on your ankle you hid your head in the other.

You could hear your teammates fighting and shouting around you but your mind was only focused on one person in particular, kneeling beside you.

“Hey, y/n?” Alexia asked softly. “Can you look at me?”

Rolling onto your back, you turned your head to the right and you saw Alexia’s worried face scan over your body.

“Hola.” You smiled.

“Y/n.” Alexia said, her voice sounded stern.

“Yeah?”

“Please tell me you’re not faking an injury.”

“No.” You said dragging out the ‘o’. “Definitely not. Nope.”

“Y/n.”

“Okay, maybe I am but it does actually hurt.”

“What am I going to do with you?”

“Help me up?” You chuckled once you saw Alexia’s disappointed face. You knew she wasn’t really disappointed, seeing as she tried to hide her smirk.

“You’re lucky we scored.”

“Uh huh, you just have a soft spot for me.”

“Get back into position.” Alexia said, shaking her head trying to hide her smile.

The game soon came to an end and it was a two-nil win for Barcelona. You went around shaking the hands of Madrid players before going to speak to some fans.

You ended up giving your shirt to someone and after mass amounts of pictures and many things being signed you finally walked back towards the locker room.

“Hey, Putellas.” You smiled as you walked up behind her, wrapping your arm around her shoulders.

“Hey.” Alexia replied. “Um, could we talk? Before going back into the locker room?”

“Of course, where do you want to go?” You questioned.

“Over here?” Alexia asked as she pointed to a somewhat secluded area.

“Sure.” You agreed. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Okay, so I- I don't really know how to say this.” Alexia mumbled as she fidgeted with her hands.

“Hey, it’s okay, just take your time.” You smiled, taking a hold of her hands.

“I like you.” Alexia rushed out, so much so you couldn't understand what she said.

You looked at her with confusion written all over your face and Alexia took that as if you didn't feel the same way so she took her hands out from yours and walked away from you.

“Wait- Ale? Why are you walking off?” You questioned as you ran to catch up with her.

“You heard what I said and-”

“What? No? I didn't, what did you say?”

“I like you.” Alexia said again, this time a little more slower. “It’s fine if you don't feel the same way I-”

Alexia couldn't finish what she was going to say as she felt you place your lips on hers. At first it was tentative and unknown before it soon became frantic and impatient.

You both reluctantly pulled away, resting your foreheads together, enjoying the little moment the two of you were in.

“Y/n?” Someone asked from behind you, their voice sounding broken.

You knew that voice.

When you turned around you were met with Leah standing with tears in her eyes as she looked between you and Alexia.

“Leah.” You whispered out, stepping forward.

“No, I get it.” Leah smiled sadly. “You’ve moved on.”

“Leah, that’s-” you tried, “why are you here?”

She didn’t say anything, just holding up your letter that was in her hand.

“Oh, Leah. I-”

“It’s fine.” Leah sniffled. “I guess we’re just not meant to be.”

[silverfoxstole]

It’s done!

After ten days of work (and another three for a waistcoat I’m not that happy with; see below), the NotD coat is finished! Woohoo!

Overall, I’m really pleased with it, which is just as well as it’s taken so much time (and grief!). I worked out that if I’d paid myself minimum wage for all the hours I put in the labour alone would amount to about £500. One of my ex colleagues used to suggest I set up a dressmaking business and wouldn’t believe me when I told her it wouldn’t be cost effective as the amount of labour involved would make everything too expensive.

Anyway, I have taken quite a lot of photos, so you can see how it turned out:

This got long so I’ll stick the rest behind a cut.

I ended up adding some extra fabric to the tails, as they were sticking out at an angle and didn’t look right. It means an extra seam but it’s not that visible and I much prefer it this way, with more fullness at the back (and it properly covers my bum, which is very important!):

Though it looks fine on the dummy when I put it on I’m not convinced I didn’t raise the back waist seam a bit too far, but it’s sitting on my waist so… *shrugs* I don’t often look at myself from behind so it probably doesn’t matter that much.

After sewing on the two back buttons I changed my mind and went with the covered ones in the end, deciding on reflection that those I bought last week were a bit too pale. They would have fitted better if I’d made the binding more of a contrast (which I’m glad I didn’t as it would have been more obvious that it’s not exactly perfect in some places). I had to make the buttonholes manually as there was no way the automatic buttonhole foot wouldn’t get caught at some point. I haven’t sewn any that way since I first started out six years ago and was using my mother’s old machine! All the ones I’ve owned have had an automatic function so I had to practice a bit to remind myself how to do it. Thankfully they’ve turned out well.

I also solved the problem of the gap between the collar and lapel by stitching them together. It works a treat!

Though I’ve made a miniature version for Eight Bear, this is the first time I’ve tried to replicate an existing garment for myself (the Dark Eyes coat was an interpretation rather than a direct copy), and I am actually really proud that I’ve ended up with something that does look pretty much like the original, as well as Steven Ricks’s recreation, which has been a definite influence!

That said, while the coat has turned out well I’m not massively pleased with the waistcoat. I decided to make another one on a whim as I had a more accurate pattern and saw what looked like an ideal fabric but I don’t like it all that much now it’s done. It was hell to put together because the satin just started disintegrating and still is; I’ve had to sew up holes in both the pockets because the seams have just frayed straight through and I’d put them together before I thought of stabilising the edges with interfacing. It’s another men’s pattern and I should have made some adjustments but after doing so much to the coat I really couldn’t be bothered and just put it together as it was; I should really have added some length, which is ironic given the amount I had to remove from the coat, and perhaps levelled it off at the front. Consequently it’s not a great fit and sits really awkwardly on Stella as you can see, though that may have something to do with the fact that I put the buttonholes on the wrong side out of habit:

There is a watch on the end of the chain this time, because the pockets are real! I quite like the look of the waistcoat undone when I put it on, but done up not so much. There’s a lot of spare fabric in the front for some reason, which I tried to hide by smoothing it under the collar and then stitching the collar down. It hasn’t entirely worked, and it doesn’t help that the brocade is such a bouncy fabric and doesn’t press well.

Putting it all together I do think it looks better on Stella than me, but that’s probably because I rarely wear so many layers! I wish I had a better backdrop than the bedroom but it’ll have to do:

Maybe I could unbutton the waistcoat and untuck the shirt and be Eight having a casual day? I love the coat but I do feel much more comfortable wearing it over a t-shirt and jeans!

Now I just have to wait until some cooler weather to be able to put it into use. My only gripe is that there are no external pockets, either on the original or the pattern I used! Surely you’d think the Doctor would need pockets?

[save-the-villainous-cat]

*Psst!* Over here! Yes, I'm talking to you!

I heard you were looking for some angst requests...

Here's an idea...

A playboy type prince and his knight (male) are enemies w/ benefits. Prince and Knight both start to fall in love. Knight decides to confess, thinking Prince feels the same way, Prince rejects him. They fight/end any engagement they have w/ one another. Little does Knight know that Prince was threatened by his dad to stop seeing Knight

Sorry if this is kinda long...

*Scurries back into the shadows*

They brought him right into his chambers. As instructed, his wounds were cared for and they had washed his body but the clean and broken skin didn’t hide how bad he’d been injured. For a second, the prince allowed himself to let his heart stop, staring at the man who’d been his lover once.

Bandages covered his arms and shoulders, those places that hadn’t been shielded with heavy armour to protect him. His hair was longer now, more wavy and wild, and his eyes seemed to have adapted a darker shade. This rough version of him was free of the crushing burden of knighthood and though, originally, the prince had fallen for him for this exact reason — strength and the sense of unquestionable loyalty — he couldn’t deny that this wasn’t the reason why he loved him.

He loved him for his jokes and his kindness, for his skill and his attentiveness. He loved him for seeing right through him. Not for the adventure. Not for something he had been once, something that was long gone.

His grip tightened around the wineglass, feeling as so often that he might survive another night with more of it in his stomach. He knew he was getting foolishly desperate, clinging onto something bottomless that wouldn’t satisfy his needs. And yet. Did it really matter?

The guards had done their duty and so they left the prince and his former lover and the undoubtedly thick air behind. His eyes were on the guards until they closed the doors behind them and he could finally manage to look at the man in front of him.

Kneeling on both knees, clutching the gown so it wouldn’t fall down his shoulders and expose the skin, his head down. It was all he had on him. One long gown he hung onto. He looked obedient in a way that made the prince’s stomach coil.

He placed the wineglass on the table and took a few steps towards the knight, wishing they were in another land, in another time. Both of them allowing themselves to be happy side by side.

As soon as he was close enough, he snuck one cold hand under the knight’s gown and pressed it in-between his shoulder blades. There was no injury there, just a space that needed to be filled. All the knight could manage was a hiss and a trembling breath, betraying his feelings as he continued to look at the ground and kneel in front of his future king.

“Two arrows, they told me,” the prince mumbled. He felt the burning of the knight’s skin warming his own hand and with that, he felt the rising pain and the yearning for the past.

“It was three,” the knight answered and as he spoke, the prince could feel the rumble of it. Vibrating his whole body.

He was thrown back into a time before duty, remembering the soft whispers in warm summer nights and the laugh the knight would try to hide when the prince made weak promises. How they’d get tangled up in the bedsheets and how the knight would kiss the prince’s back lazily when it was time to wake up. The warm sun hitting the knight’s usually stoic face and making it all soft. The kisses. The warmth.

Youth had blinded him, had made him think he could conquer the world all alone. He’d been such a fool.

“Are you still hurt?” he asked.

“They gave me something,” the knight answered. “Makes it go away.”

Not really in control of his own actions, the prince let his hand trail upwards, hair twisting around long and slim fingers. It was still as soft as so many months ago. Gods, it was maybe even years. He couldn’t tell anymore.

“I told them to capture you, not to hunt you.”

“Well, they hunted me.”

“Then they’ll be punished,” the prince said. The words were heavy on his tongue. Seeing the knight in pain was something he’d never get used to.

“Don’t bother.”

“I will,” the prince said. “I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“I killed like five of your knights before they got me.” Fuck. That would be difficult to fix. He’d been announced a traitor by the king. It wasn’t easy to get someone out of that accusation and the prince’s father would never revoke it. But in a few days…

“I…I will sort it out.”

“I don’t understand it,” the knight whispered. “I am your only weakness. And I don’t know why.”

The prince swallowed. He was right, the knight was his weakness and was growing more into his only weakness the more the king’s power decreased.

The knight had set up a trap with his words and the prince had walked right into it. It exposed him, exposed his feelings and made him vulnerable all over again. Something he had allowed himself to be with the knight only.

“Curse you,” the prince said and he wanted the knight to smirk, wanted him to smile so desperately but there was nothing. A hallow body, unbend and unbroken was all he got. “Come.”

He took the knight’s hand and led him to stand up. Before the gown could slip off his shoulders, the prince caught it and fixed it, trembling fingers trying to make up for all the bad they had let happen. He looked up at the knight who’d always been taller, who used to tease him about it.

For a moment, his gaze lingered on the knight’s collarbone but when he noticed that the knight was watching him, the prince averted his eyes. A soft blush formed on his cheeks and he felt like a boy again, giggling and teasing his best friend.

He pulled him with him, guiding him to the bed and pushing him down to sit on the soft blanket.

“I don’t want you to be my prisoner. Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

The knight shook his head.

“Are you cold? Do you need another gown? I think I…” The prince started to fidget, playing with his own clothes. He felt himself heat up. Gods, he was blushing again.

“Please, stop,” the knight said. “I am alright…just tell me why I am here.”

The prince took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Dropping next to the knight on the bed, he needed time to gather his thoughts before he could speak.

“The king is dying,” the prince confessed. “And I want you back. I need you. There wasn’t a moment, there wasn’t a second in which I didn’t want you. He forced me to leave you but I’ll be king soon and I…”

He looked at the shocked knight, looked at his beauty and his rawness, gown once again sliding off his shoulders.

“…I’m crumbling inside. You’re mine and I am yours, remember?” the prince said. “I…I need you. I need your love and I am greedy. I want all of you. All of it just for myself.”

“You’re promised to someone else,” the knight reminded him. “We cannot be together.”

He stood up and pulled the gown over his chest.

“Yes, but once I’m king—”

“If your father is aware of his upcoming death, then he will marry you to her in the next few days. He will secure his bloodline for as long as he’s able to. And if you break up the engagement or even the marriage, you will risk war,” the knight explained. He took in a deep breath. “Gods, I want you too. I want it so bad. I always thought violence is the only thing I’m good at but you showed me that is not true.”

He cupped the prince’s face gently, moved hair out of his face with his thumb.

“But this world wasn’t made for us,” the knight said. “We all have a duty. And ours don’t align.”

The prince grabbed his wrist just as gentle, squeezing his eyes shut when an angry tear ran down his cheek.

“They will,” he said and both knew it would bring chaos over the kingdoms.

[foxesfantasys]

Double Trouble AU: Still a C student

Life after Danny’s portal accident was anything but normal, that being said there were no problems between Fenton and Phantom. Rather the trouble came with everyone else.

Sam and Tucker were pretty freaked for a while after. It got a bit better in time but Phantom can still see they feel more comfortable around Fenton than with him. As for Jazz and their parents? Well of course Danny decided that they couldn’t tell their parents about this development, Maddie and Jack being as ghost crazed as they are, and who knows how Jazz would react to the news that he technically died.

It was easy to keep Phantom hidden from their family with his invisibility but that doesn’t mean it’s all smooth sailing. Jazz is always more preoccupied with scolding their parents to really notice anything amiss with her little brothers brother, and so far their parents have been dismissing their tech reacting to their son as software bugs.

Despite all that, Fenton can’t help but pity his ghost every time they are unfortunate enough to witness a demonstration of their parents newest inventions. He and Phantom are separate, their experiences are their own unless they choose to share it with each other, but they are still one person, still Danny. It’s clear in the way that Fenton can feel prickles of terror not his own each time their parents talk about catching a ghost. Clear in the contented warmth that gathers in his chest when it’s just he and Phantom in their room after a long day. Even in the pangs of frustration and confusion that ripple in his head when they try to work through their homework.

Phantom is ok. It’s fine that their parents would possibly end him on sight, or worse. It’s fine. Really. He’s completely fine. He knows that Fenton wouldn’t let anything happen to him, that he’s safe from their parents so long as they stay close. Fenton always does his best to reassure him when their parents get a bit too close for comfort, always makes sure he knows he’s safe, he really appreciates that. And it’s not like it’s all bad staying in the Fenton household as a ghost!

Now that there’s two Danny’s their chores get done in half the time, they even split it evenly between the two of them. Phantom does the chores that his powers make significantly easier and Fenton does the chores that were already pretty simple and easy to do. The only exception to this is when it comes to lab-related chores, which Fenton absolutely refuses to let Phantom do.

“It’s not safe with all their junk laying around.” Fenton had reasoned when his ghost insisted he could help.

It made the ghost huff in offence and cross his arms like a petulant child as he float there. “Yeah that’s exactly why I should be the one to do it!” Phantom argued, “I’m already dead, it makes way more sense that I be the one to deal with the dangerous stuff!”

But the human boy wouldn’t relent, insisting that he handle anything involving the lab filled to the brim with ghost hunting equipment. It’s the closest the Danny’s have ever been to a fight, but fortunately it never reached that stage. Neither of them wanted to figure out how to explain something like that to Sam and Tucker when they inevitably noticed something was up with their friend. Both versions of him.

So with two Danny’s on the case chores became way easier, and so did most things. Education was not one of those things. You know that saying, two heads are better than one? Well Danny does and it turns out it’s a complete lie! Ok, maybe not a complete lie. But still very misleading!

Considering there was two of them, Fenton and Phantom thought for sure their grades would get way higher, after all there’s two of them now, double the focus! Literally two heads! Yeah, no. As it happens that is not how things went. If anything Fenton would argue that their focus is even worse now and they’re lucky that they are still getting Cs.

Sam seemed to find their dismay at the revelation quite amusing. In hindsight it does make more sense that splitting one person into two would half their attention span rather than double it, but the Danny’s agree to keep that between them. No way were they gonna give the goth girl the satisfaction of being right.

Even though it didn’t seem to make much difference either way Fenton and Phantom still worked together on every test and stack of homework that got sent their way. “It’s just more fun that way,” they had answered in unison when Tucker had asked.

“Even if it’s not improving my grades, it doesn’t suck as much when I’ve got a partner,” Fenton explained when they only received a confused expression in return.

Phantom nods along with his human half in full agreement. “Sometimes it’s even kinda fun!” He adds with glee.

Both their friends share a confused look but Danny doesn’t mind, his friends don’t get it but they don’t expect them to. He thinks maybe this is something you can only understand through experience.

Danny is still a C student, but who cares about a letter anyway? He has something far better.

So chores are way easier and school work still sucks. Being separated like they are might not be helping their grades, but it has provided an easy way to get back at a certain jock.

It wasn’t exactly a secret that Danny had been in an accident involving some of his parents tech, so naturally all of Casper High knew. Amity Park isn’t exactly a big place, news travels fast, especially when it involves the Fentons and a hospital trip. Most of the A-listers took some kind of pity on Fenton because of this, everyone in fact. Everyone except Dash.

The news of the Fenton accident didn’t deter the bully at all.

Everyday Dash would corner Fenton in one hallway or another and take out some frustrations on the boy, and usually this would be all, Danny helpless to stop the daily harassment and abuse without incurring further problems. But now he has Phantom with him.

So now every time Dash try’s to corner Fenton, malice and violence on his mind, his laces might mysteriously get tied together. He might trip and land on his face. He might be chased down the hall by the floating football he had been carrying only a moment before. He might suddenly need a belt.

The different ways Phantom drove away the bully always managed to get a chuckle from Fenton, and the decrease in bruising was very appreciated.

It also inspired Fenton and Phantom to try pranking, much to the displeasure of their victims. As it turned out having two people working on it, one being a ghost, made the whole pranking thing a bit too easy.

How do you avoid an invisible pie? Sure it’s suspicious that Danny suddenly wants you to show him some of your psychology books, but the door is locked so how could there be a bucket of water ready to be tipped over your head? Surely you’re just imagining that plant moving, you must’ve forgot to pick it up before, Danny isn’t close enough to have moved it and there’s nobody else around.

Needless to say nobody was pleased with Danny’s new found love for practical jokes. But boy did the two sets of giggles that their jokes always caused give them reason to tolerate it.

It seemed like there were no downsides to this situation! Fenton got to keep living his life, maybe even better than they did before, and Phantom got to keep being Danny, as well as taking some long overdue revenge when necessary.

Everything seemed so much better now. Danny was happy, both of them were happy.

They’re still a C student, but they’re happy and that’s what matters.

[seospicybin]

WHITE NOISE.

Chaotic version.

Bangchan x reader x Jeongin. (s)

Synopsis: Bangchan got annoyed with the noises you made with Jeongin in the next room. (5,1k words)

Other version: Quietly version.

When Chan said that Jeongin can have anyone over to the dorm, this is not exactly what he means.

The dorm was empty since most of the members were going home to enjoy their days off, and Chan decided to stay in the dorm and finished some work.

Unbeknownst to him, Jeongin decided to stay as well and it was when he took you to the dorm he understood the reason why.

Chan understood that the two of you rarely see each other that much, it was nearly impossible to do so with the packed schedule they have and you helped him alleviate the stress of work.

Ultimately, it was Jeongin's first time dating someone.

Chan gives him as much privacy as he could, but staying in his room all day wasn't helping him either.

Also, no matter how much Chan tried to avoid it, he still caught the two of you touching, kissing, and making out in one corner of the dorm.

He usually would look the other way and continue whatever he was doing then walks back to his room.

Good thing that he's a night owl, he was okay having you around during the day because he would be sleeping by then.

Not until one night, when he heard noises coming from the next room and so it happened to be Jeongin's.

Chan knew what those noises are.

He could differentiate between moans that people make when they're in pain or those coming from sexual activities.

He knew it very well that it was the latter.

And he thought that was okay, he could resolve it by putting on headphones as he worked on his music and because he usually sleeps at the crack of dawn

Once and twice, he let it slide.

The third time the noises were louder and repetitive followed by the constant thudding sounds on the wall.

Chan scoffed, he couldn't decide if he should be proud that the person he knew from the young age of seventeen, who barely knew how to kiss a girl was fucking a girl against the wall right that second.

Or, he should be annoyed that he could hear everything, loud and clear, to the faintest of your fervent breathing through the wall.

It was another night of which will lasted longer: the sex or Chan's insomnia?

That night he won.

He fell into a deep sleep and woke up in the middle of the day, still sleepy even after 7 hours of sleep. He poked his head through the door, looking around just in case he would see an unwanted sight, then stepped out of his room to the kitchen.

It was unusually quiet.

He was used to the ruckus the members made and he was sure he got used to the noises you both made in the next room at that point.

He took a glass of water and drank.

The door to Jeongin's room was shut closed and Chan guessed you were already left since he didn't see any sign of your presence on his radar.

He sighed in relief, feeling free to do whatever he wanted without having to steer clear of the situations first. He went to the sofa and thought of getting another hour of sleep there.

He lay there and stretched his body, the sofa was too small for him but he was already drowsy to care.

To prepare himself to drift back to sleep, Chan took a deep breath, then closed his eyes.

Then there was the giggle.

His eyes flew open. He waited a moment to hear it again, just in case he misheard it and he hoped that was the case.

He heard nothing for the next minute.

He stifled a laugh. All these past few nights got him in the brain. He closed his eyes and let himself drift to sleep once more.

Then came the moans, suppressed but against the quiet of the afternoon and the empty dorm, it was loud enough to reach Chan's ears.

Chan let out a heavy sigh, "for fuck's sake!" He grumbled with so much frustration as he got up from the sofa.

He stomped his way to Jeongin's room, skipped the formalities of knocking on his door, and barged into the room to find the two of you piling on top of each other on the bed.

Jeongin's head snapped at Chan and he fumbled to cover your exposed body with the duvet.

It was too late though, he could see that you were wearing nothing but the pale pink underwear under the duvet.

"Can I help you, Hyung?" He innocently asked, sitting up on the bed only in his shorts and reaching for his t-shirt on the floor.

Chan knew he couldn't just nag at you and Jeongin like a parent do to their child because he is not the type to preach.

As he silently looked at you both on the bed, he thought of another way to resolve this matter.

"Hyung?" Jeongin asked again.

Chan smacked his lips together and unfolded his arms, "can I join you guys?"

It was clear that the two of you weren't expecting that. Jeongin touched his ear nervously, he couldn't tell if Chan was joking or not.

While you clutched the duvet tight around you, also as nervous as him.

Chan was aware of that though, his way of resolving the issue was an unusual one but if this was the only way where everyone get to win some.

Chan cracked a laugh.

And Jeongin soon followed, awkwardly.

"I know you're joking!" Jeongin said.

Chan shrugged and tugged the hem of his dark top, in one swift move taking it off of him, revealing his toned body.

"Are you sure you want to pass on this chance?" Chan asked, the question went to both of you but his eyes fiercely stared into yours.

You would be lying if you weren't the tiniest bit enticed by his body, not that Jeongin isn't as attractive but you were always curious about what it's like having sex with someone else or even better having sex with two attractive men at once.

You glanced at Jeongin, searching for any clues on his face if he approved of this proposal.

"I trust him so I'm okay with it," Jeongin said to you as if he sensed you were seeking his approval.

Chan tipped his head to the side with a sly grin on his face, waiting for the final decision that was for you to decide.

Jeongin softly kissed your cheek then whispered to your ear, "it's okay if you don't want to."

You giggled as his warm breath tickled your ear. From the way he said it though, you got the faintest idea that Jeongin secretly wanted it too but didn't want to pressure you on it.

Chan pulled one last tease by crawling onto the bed and stopped with his face close enough in front of you, "come on! I promise you I'm not that bad," he softly spoke like he would to a little child.

He then sat next to you, making you sandwiched between the two men who proposed a threesome in the middle of the day.

Chan leaned into your side close enough to catch a whiff of your scent, "you smell so good," he murmured.

While Jeongin hand went to slip it inside the duvet that covered your chest and gently caressed your breast, "so what it's going to be, baby?" He asked you.

You closed your eyes and nodded, "okay,"

"Okay?" Chan asked from the other side.

You turned your head at him, "yes," you replied.

Chan's grin grew wider on his face, his hand grabbed your chin and kept it still as he slowly pressed a kiss on your lips.

His full lips felt soft and warm on yours, gliding so smoothly and he easily pried your mouth open with his tongue, teeth faintly nibbling on your lower lip to gently tug at it before letting it all go.

It was no surprise that he's a good kisser and you believed he may have experienced a lot in the sexual stuff more than Jeongin, agewise.

Jeongin voluntarily put the duvet down your body, exposing your almost naked body, and threw the duvet down onto the floor.

As if he didn't want to miss it too, Jeongin turned your head at him and kissed you so hard that your teeth almost collided.

Meanwhile, Chan found solace on your neck by placing hot kisses on the thin, sensitive skin that made you sigh against Jeongin's kisses.

Chan's hand went down your chest until his hand met the supple flesh of your breast, his fingers circling your erect nipple and pinching at it.

You gasped and accidentally broke the kiss with Jeongin, where he eventually decided to also cup your breast and fondle it.

You looked down at two different hands kneading on your breasts but giving you almost the same amount of pleasure.

Chan shot Jeongin a mischievous grin as he lowered his mouth on your nipple and briefly sucked on it, he gasped when he let go.

"Damn Jeongin, you got yourself some sweet tits," he said to him.

Jeongin triumphantly smiled at him as he too put your breast in his mouth, sucked on the flesh too hard, and gently bit the skin, trying to mark what belongs to him.

Your eyes rolled to the back as you watched two different mouths full of your flesh.

Chan went behind you and let you rest your back on his chest, wrapped a hand around your neck to angle your head so he could gain access to your neck.

Jeongin took the opportunity to take his shorts off and crawled back onto the bed, hastily kissing your mouth with his cock hanging semi-hard between his legs.

He went to tug at the elastic band of your underwear and pulled it down your legs, parting your legs open with his hand.

A low whimper escaped his mouth at the sight of your drenched cunt like all the blood rushed down there.

Chan saw the hungry look on Jeongin's face and he understood that well, he grabbed the back of your thighs and slowly pulled your knees up, holding them there.

Jeongin glanced at Chan.

"Go ahead!" He told him.

You breathlessly gasped when Jeongin's hot mouth made a contact with your cunt, with Chan's hand firmly holding your legs up and open for him making you even more aroused.

Chan found it endearing that you are so pliant, he could easily bend your body to his will and you make it all work for him without him having to break a sweat.

"You're such a good girl," he whispered to you and buried his head in your neck again, sucking and nibbling on the skin.

You started moaning as Jeongin buried his greedy mouth on your cunt, tongue repeatedly going down your slit that your essence started seeped into the sheet.

Chan finally heard the noises you made, it was different when he only heard them through the thin wall that separated his bedroom and Jeongin's. Your mouth parted open and your eyes were screwed shut, your cheeks blushed from your body being exposed in a broad daylight.

"You make pretty noises, baby girl!" He said to your ear.

You turned your head at him and smiled, returning his praise with an open-mouthed kiss instead.

Jeongin sucked on your clit too hard that your body jolted and you let out a loud cry.

Your body spasmed from climaxing and Jeongin hurriedly retracted himself from you, watching you break into a series of loud cries and moans while Chan still holding your legs open.

With your drowsy eyes, you saw Jeongin was catching his breath with his mouth and chin glistening wet from a mix of his saliva and your arousal.

Chan slowly brought your legs back on the bed with his hands moved to your thighs and softly caressing the skin as he dragged his hands up your sides and met again as he cupped both of your breasts in his hands.

"Jeongin," he called the youngest.

"Yeah?"

"You got a real nice catch here!" He said, impressed.

All of this talking and intentionally not involving you in it, indirectly praising you through it only makes you feel confident and weirdly more aroused even though you just came a few minutes ago.

Your hand groped for his body behind you and it seemed like he was already hard from how easily you found his bulge against the fabric of his shorts.

He softly chuckled with his mouth pressed to the side of your face, "can't wait to find out, huh?" He teased you.

You were way past embarrassed for it and nodded at him.

Chan pulled his shorts just enough to let his erection spring free then took your hand to wrap it around his length.

"Oh fuck!" You breathlessly muttered.

You didn't mean for anyone to hear it.

You weren't even looking but God, the girth! the length!

Not only that he got an impressive size, but it was also more about the fact that your curiosity finally got answered.

"What do you think?" He asked.

He led your hand up and down his length, pumping it repeatedly along with his hand on yours, lowly whimpering.

"Do you think you can take me?" He asked.

You bit your lower lip, unable to answer his question, yet.

Jeongin smirked and scooted closer to sit in front of you, taking your other hand and putting it around his cock, didn't want to miss out on the fun.

You tried syncing your movements together, jerking them off at the same time.

"Open your mouth for me!" Chan ordered.

It was like you were caught under his spell, you obeyed and opened your mouth to him.

He brought his hand and didn't hesitate to jam two fingers into your mouth. To your surprise, you automatically sucked on them and got them wet with your saliva when he pulled them out.

"Can't wait to have my cock in that mouth," he cooed.

But Chan put that thought aside and focused on bringing his fingers to your cunt, started fingering you.

You struggled to concentrate when your focus was divided between you trying to give two hand jobs at once or how good Chan's fingers felt going in and out of you.

Jeongin guided your hand to the pace he preferred while Chan focused on fingering you with his mouth on your neck.

Chan saw your underwear lying on the edge of the bed not far from his reach and stretched his hand out to get it.

Your moans were getting louder as you closed in on another orgasm.

"Have I told you that you moan so loud?" He asked you with a hand around your waist to keep you steady.

"I can't help but think that you wanted to be heard by me," he said as his fingers curled inside you and nudged you on the right spot.

"Fuck!" You dragged the curse word at the intensifying pleasure.

"Is that right, baby girl?"

First, you weren't aware of how loud the noises you made during sex, and secondly, you can't always control it and you admitted it gets out of control most of the time.

And thirdly, maybe yes, you wanted to get his attention.

Chan curled his fingers once again and hit you right on the spot, making you writhe and cried out in pleasure.

With your mouth open as you moaned, Chan balled your underwear and carefully put it inside your mouth.

"I like your pretty noises but only when I want to hear them," he scolded you and covered your mouth with his hand.

Chan added more speed and began restlessly pumping his fingers in and out of you. He let out a wicked laugh hearing all your cries muffled with your underwear in your mouth.

"You make even prettier noises," he cooed at you.

His hand was soaked in your arousal yet that didn't stop him from keep going, not until you fell apart in his hold and felt you clenched around his fingers.

Realized that you ran out of breath, Chan quickly put his hand away and pulled the underwear damp with your saliva out of your mouth.

Chan brought his fingers soaked with your essence and sucked on them, licking them dry and clean and letting you watch him as he did it.

"Jeongin, you want to take over?" He asked him.

Jeongin came up behind you and held you by your waist until your back met the front of his body, turning your head to kiss you.

"You're not forgetting me, aren't you?" He playfully asked you.

You shook your head and giggled at him in response.

He held you with his arms wrapped around you, touching every inch of your skin available to him while his mouth locked with yours.

His big hand went to palm your sex with a finger delicately circling your bundle of nerves.

"I can't get enough of you," he whispered to you.

Your cheeks heated from his sweet words and his hot breath fanned your face.

"Mmh... so wet," he mumbled with his mouth pressed on your shoulder.

Jeongin dipped his two fingers deep inside you, he already knew his way around you and how to touch you right.

"Get on your fours for me, baby," he softly ordered, his breath tickling your neck when he spoke.

As he slowly loosened his hold, you put your hands down on the bed and got on all fours for him.

Just like he didn't want you to forget his presence, Chan stood right in front of you, stark naked with his cock fully erected, all veins and swollen.

Your mouth hung open and if you weren't so self-aware of your appearance, you would have drooled all over the bed looking at his thing between his legs.

"You like it, baby girl?" He asked you, caught you looking at it or you made it very obvious for him.

You didn't reply but gazed at him.

He grabbed your chin, and slowly he put his thumb over your lips, trailing the curve and softness of it.

Like your body has its own control, your tongue followed wherever his thumb went.

"My, my! You're a brat, aren't you?" he said, he sounded excited which was something you didn't expect.

He jammed his thumb in your mouth and pried it open, then lay his thumb flat on your tongue, touching the tiny little buds on it slick with your saliva.

Jeongin decided to penetrate you without warning you and pushed his cock until it was fully sheathed inside you.

You bit on his thumb out of reflex and instead of yelping in pain, he smirked at you. And instead of letting it go, you kept sucking on his thumb.

"How about my cock instead of my finger, mmh?" Chan asked, his fingers lazily caressing your cheek.

"Or are you afraid your sweet little mouth can't take it?" There was a curl on the corner of his lips again and you knew he was taunting you.

Good thing that you were in the mood to play. You let go of his thumb with a gasp a string of saliva dripping down your chin, then onto the bed.

"Open wide, baby girl!" He commanded.

You opened your mouth as wide as possible with your tongue slightly sticking out past your lower lip.

Chan brought his cock close enough but did not put it in your mouth yet. Somehow your body reacted on its own again, sticking your tongue out even more to lick the tip of his cock.

"You want it that much?" He asked with a sly smirk looking at you in pity.

You didn't respond but twirled your tongue on the tip of his cock, and tasted the pre-cum leaking out of his slit.

"One cock is not enough, huh?" He snickered.

The fact that Jeongin had started thrusting into you, sending you jolted forward and almost making you lose balance on the bed, made you seem so eager to take him in your mouth.

He put his hand under your chin and tilted your head into the right position for him to put insert his cock into your mouth.

Once again, Jeongin thrust too hard on you that sent Chan's cock deep into your mouth all at once, making you gag.

You coughed the moment he pulled out of you, he helped by removing your hair, then wiped the slobbering mess on your mouth and chin.

"Should we try again?" He softly asked you with a hand holding your hair on the side to keep it from curtaining your face.

You nodded while catching your breath, lowly moaning as Jeongin steadily pounded into you from behind.

You parted your mouth once again and gripped the sheet underneath you to steady yourself.

Chan carefully put his cock in your mouth again and rubbed your jaw, stopping when his cock hit the back of your mouth.

"Like that, yes... your mouth feels so good..." he murmured.

It seemed like he held himself from pushing your head from the way he gently tugged at your hair but did not move his hand anywhere.

"Can't make any noises now, huh?" He riled you up as you started bobbing your head up and down his length with hollowed cheeks.

You let go with a gasp and grabbed his cock to pump it with your hand, giving yourself time to take a breath.

"Fuck, you look so beautiful like this," Chan said, jamming his thumb into your mouth again.

Feeling like you can offer him so amusement, you took him in your mouth again, and this time, you took him as far as you could, deeper than before until your nose met his pubic bone.

Profanities spilling out of his mouth with his eyes locked on his whole cock disappeared inside your mouth.

You could only hold it for a few seconds before letting it go at once with a loud gasp.

He saw your ruined face, your mouth glistening wet with saliva and when your eyes met, you giggled at him.

"What's so funny? Put my cock in your mouth again!" He commanded but it sounded like he was desperate to feel your mouth around him again, almost needy.

Jeongin seemed to add more speed from the skin-slapping sounds getting louder and echoing in the room, you let out a broken moan as he hit you right on the spot.

There was a dynamic created during that moment, when Jeongin withdrew, Chan slightly pushed his cock deep inside you and when Jeongin thrusts, Chan slowly pulled away just enough to not let you gag again.

You started to waver, let go of Chan's cock as Jeongin was about to make you climax.

Jeongin's grunts met your breathless moans in the quiet of the room.

Chan watched as your face heated and your eyes screwed shut from getting close to another orgasm.

When you finally did, Jeongin melted into you and held you close from behind, kissing your shoulder and making a wet trail with his kisses.

Was it wrong that you got so aroused just from his words?

Jeongin slowly pulled out of you and held you close on the bed, your back rested on his sweat-coated chest.

Your legs were spread on the bed, exposing your soaked cunt with Jeongin's cum all over it.

Chan haven't seen that sight in a while and it evoked something in him that he couldn't control anymore.

Chan grabbed your chin to take a look at your fucked out face, "you're so cute when you came like that," he cooed and placed a haste kiss on your lips.

"Makes want to make you cum so I can see that again," Chan said, holding your legs by the back of your thighs and holding them there.

You slumped on Jeongin's chest and your head ended up resting against his abdomen with your arms resting on his knees.

"You can take it once more, right?" He asked, seeking your permission despite the urge to fuck you right away burning him from the inside.

You nodded at him, giving him just what he wanted.

Chan pumped his throbbing cock a few times before aligning it with your entrance, your slick cunt made it easy for him to penetrate you as it glides right in but that didn't stop him from groaning in pleasure.

"Oh fuck!" His voice got hoarse.

He stilled with his cock buried to the hilt inside you.

"Fuck!" He cursed again.

He ever so slightly rolled his hips and groaned again, he glanced at Jeongin and said, "now I get it why you can't stop fucking her,"

Jeongin proudly smiled, "I'll only allow you this once, Hyung!"

Chan burst into a laugh, "Okay, okay, I got it," he promised but his wicked gaze seemed to tell otherwise.

Jeongin tilted your head upward so he could kiss your lips as Chan continuously moved against you with his hand holding your abdomen down on the bed, keeping you still.

You could feel the difference in the way he fucked you, Chan's moves were calculated and careful but at the same time, they were bursting with so much desire, like he was in it not only physically but emotionally as well.

When it was with Jeongin, everything felt rushed and haste but you like how he was always so attentive towards you. What they have in common though was the fact that they are both insatiable.

You broke the kiss as you felt another orgasm about to engulf you in overwhelming pleasure all over again.

"Oh my!" You screamed this time while squeezing Jeongin's arms.

"Cum for me! Cum for me!" Chan repeatedly said through his gritted teeth.

You were already on verge of climaxing anyway, all you needed to do was let go.

Chan cum a few seconds later and he quickly pulled out at the right time.

"Open your mouth!" He ordered in a rushed voice.

Just like your brain was set to obey his words, you opened your mouth and Chan went kneeling with his legs straddling your stomach without sitting on it.

He vigorously pumped his cock until pearly white liquid came out of the slit, then immediately put the tip in your mouth.

His seed filled your mouth and made a streak down your nose and chin.

Jeongin cursed under his breath like he was also climaxing just from witnessing it.

"Why I never thought of it?" He asked in disbelief.

Chan sighed in satisfaction and shrugged, "Isn't she pretty like this?"

Your eyes were barely open but for a split second, you caught Chan smiling with pride, at himself and you.

He roughly wiped the mess on your face and kissed you without a hint of disgust of tasting his own bodily fluid on you.

And you realized you were crying when you felt your cheeks wet from Chan's breath fanning your face.

"Now you know what that mouth can do other than being noisy, right?" He cupped your face with his thumb swiped over your lower lip.

You nodded while looking at him through your half-shut eyes, tired and contented, you felt like on cloud nine.

"Good girl!" He softly caressed your cheek and kissed you again.

"And you!" He turned to Jeongin after.

"There are other things you can do other than fucking her brain out 24/7," Chan nagged at him, finally getting his chance to address the issue.

You managed to laugh at his nagging and closed your eyes as you listened to them bickering at each other.

"I understand that she has this sweet little pussy but take her on a date once in a while!" Chan added with an exasperated sigh.

"But she doesn't mind with it!" Jeongin defended himself.

"Look, I know that..."

And you eventually passed out, completely drained from the spontaneous threesome that you never knew you needed.

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Chan felt good that his nagging worked.

No more unwanted noises coming from the next room since Jeongin took his suggestions of taking you out of the house once in a while for a change.

Chan got his work done, he got to enjoy his sleeping hours and nap in the living room whenever he wanted.

The liberating feeling got him sleeping through the whole afternoon, he woke up a little before seven, then went to shower before having dinner.

When he got out of the bathroom though and saw the door to Jeongin's bedroom left ajar, Chan got the feeling that his freedom would end soon.

He didn't have to wait long until he heard the familiar noises you made coming out of it.

Chan sighed, his shoulders slumped then took heavy steps toward Jeongin's room.

He pushed the door all the way open until it hits the shelf with a loud bang.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He shouted at both of you, half-naked with your hands all over each other on the bed.

You and Jeongin exchanged a sly glance and instead of stopping, he started undressing you, taking the dress off to reveal the provoking lingerie you wore underneath.

You giggled when he roughly turned your head and kissed you so hard that his hands went to feel your breasts through your bra.

Chan hated disobedience of all things.

But when you looked at him with your hand subtly patting the space on the bed next to you with inviting, sultry eyes, it made him falter a little.

"You fucking children!" He muttered, a little bit upset.

Jeongin slid the strap of your bra down your arm then buried his head in your neck, totally unbothered by Chan's nagging.

You giggled when Jeongin tickled your ear with his tongue.

"You never learn, do you?" Chan raised his voice a little louder and you both stopped moving on the bed, staring at him.

"Okay, Hyung. We get it, we'll keep quiet!" Jeongin brazenly said.

Chan sighed once again and walked toward the bed, he stopped right at the end of the bed.

And all of a sudden, he took his top off and threw it onto the floor.

He bent down to be at the same eye level as you and said, "Then I should teach you another lesson!"

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Epistles of Saints & Sinners

Chapter Summary:

Astarion's vampirism creates concern and he finds out information about his soul mate mark.

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Story Summary:

When Astarion meets the humble bard, Tav, he soon finds out he's the only one between them that knows they are bound as soulmates through their marks. Deciding it's more trouble than its worth, he refuses to tell her along the course of their journey across Faerûn.

But, unbeknownst to him and their companions, Tav is harboring a gruesome secret that she only thought was nothing more than a traumatized period in her life.

As they both come to face to face with their pasts and presents, will they choose to move forward or let it consume them?

Healing isn’t linear—after all.

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Chapter 4: Outliers

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Pairing: Astarion x female bard Tav

CW: Language, Act 1 Spoilers

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Istiks never seem to learn that their hearts always bring about their ruin. One must rip, shred, tear their way through for the betterment of their kin. To hold bonds denotes weakness. To have compassion is a slow suicide. There are no gods to protect you. Emotions only serve to enslave you. I’d rather lead myself and my people into the pyre.

— Lae’zel, meandering thoughts written on the back of a map

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Tav woke with two puncture wounds staring at her in the face.

The blood clotted overnight, leaving droplets of leftover residue near the fang marks of his thirst. As she sat up, her head felt noticeably woozy and the length of her forearm felt bruised. She touched it gingerly, recalling the moment Astarion pulled her towards him in the heat of his heightened hunger as he latched onto her wrist.

She placed her face in her hands and groaned. Gods, whatever was she thinking last night?

Right. He had her thoroughly enthralled. The tadpole connections were a mistake for that reason alone: the ability to look into another’s mind, to see their secrets untamed, and feel all those emotions together. With what had transpired, it had left quite the effect on her.

The images he had shown her were so brutal, so full of suffering. Tav thought maybe she understood just one equation that made up the countless formulas that created this vampire into the man he was in the present. The dramatic theatrics may be a performance, a front to hide the torment he had experienced over the course of his undead life.

Only, he revealed to her a side that kept her head on a swivel. When he entered her tent and asked ordinary questions about her life to ease her anxiety about him biting her and then afterwards when he took the liberty to lay her down on her roll safely—Astarion had been intentionally tender. But, which version of him was the real one?

Yet, there was still an infinite amount of revelations she didn’t know about him. She wondered if he would begin to trust her with those in due time. Or if the practiced Casanova would sink further into velvet pillows, surrounded by chalices of blood and other pleasures, that could never be the tonic to truly heal him. Hells, what about her fully trusting him beyond the surface she materialized? Was it even a possibility?

He had to have her, so he drank. And on the seventh day, her heart started to resurrect.

Lest she ignore those lustful thoughts she couldn’t fetch away with a pail to bury into the sands of the ocean. One touch from him was all it took for her to be at his beck and call. It was troubling to be at the whims of a man within a short time period of their introductions—to be at the whims of a man at all.

She rubbed at her temples. He will harm you, Tavelle. The more chambers of your heart that he wades through, the easier it will be for him to weaponize what you hold most holy. This isn’t uncommon to you. Do not let your benevolence expose yourself any further. Else the path is laid with punishment.

Everything was disconcerting. Uncertain. Perilous. Tav’s mistakes with Astarion were adding up. She had now allowed him access to her body, blood, and specks of cloaked frailty that she had tied over and over again with twine—binding her tightly from others doing no harm. Nobody else in recent years had managed to disarm her with such a disposition of their character like he did.

Tav’s eyes watered, her lips warm and flushed out of inner anguish. But, maybe that’s what you deserve? For all your wrongdoings. For not having the proper strength in the past to assert yourself. You sickened Algos, why not the others? You’re gloomy and sensitive. If you don’t stay one step ahead, everyone will know. Maybe you should endure this over and over again because deep down, you know the truth: you hate yourself.

She pushed out a long shaky puff of air through her lips, quietly delivering a speech to herself. “No. That isn’t true. You’re worth more than that. You’re a good woman that is deserving of a love that feels safe. Of kindness. A soft and healing kind of love. Not just romantically, but love in all ways. You deserve your peace.”

Convincing her heart that the gnawing twinge wasn’t real when it came to Astarion, would only mar her in the long run. Because here’s the deal: she was starting to care about him. Vigilance in keeping her relationship with him as an established friendship had to become one of her priorities, for her own sake before he became a weakness she couldn’t control.

To thine own self stay true.

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“Good morning. How are you feeling?” Astarion whispered, nimbly catching the pack that had fallen off of Tav’s shoulder midair.

“Thank you. And a bit groggy. But, I’ll manage.” A quirky chuckle passed as she took the bag from him and secured it tightly around her shoulders.

Astarion could hear the quickening of her heartbeat, much like it sounded when her wrist was under his moistened lips the previous night. By the mercy of her sweet essence, he couldn’t stop thinking about how incredible she tasted. A sinful mixture of ambrosia and the sugary tart secretions of her slit he could smell. The coppery taste was still idly hiding in the pockets of spaces between his teeth. Every so often, the swipe of his pink organ would touch one of the spots where her blood resided and the juxtaposition of his arousal would intrude.

”Let’s be fortunate, I'm not a ‘true’ vampire. One bite from them and you could wake up as a vampire spawn—like my good self. All of their hunger, but very few of their powers.”

Tav turned her neck to the side, her brow knitted in confusion. “How are you able to stand in the sun? Is it because you’re not a full vampire?”

He stretched out his arm, moving branches out of the way for them as they careened through a dense growth of bushes.

“No. I should have become ash in the sunlight. I hadn’t seen the sun for over two centuries before the mind flayers captured us.”

“Two centuries…I can imagine it must have come as a shock to you then.”

“Yes, well, apparently the rules have been changed.” The infliction in his voice rose excitedly. “Standing in the sun, wallowing through a river, entering homes without an invitation—they’re all perfectly mundane activities now.”

She beamed at him with one of her amiable smiles that he reluctantly professed to himself he was becoming fond of. At times, he wanted to turn away from her whenever he began to see the upturning of her mouth, but oh, the sculpt of her heart-shaped lips and the genuine warmth they emitted was infectious enough to hold his gaze.

“So, we’re traveling with a vampire? Of COURSE we are. I must warn you, I taste awful,” Gale exclaimed with heavy sarcasm.

Astarion grinned, bowing his head, noticing their companions had been listening to his conversation with the bard. “Now, now, I swear on this unbeating heart of mine that I will behave and not surprise any of you with a midnight nibble—unless you’d like one, of course. How does that sound?”

Shadowheart shrugged. “We’re all monsters in the making as far as I’m concerned. Just keep your distance from our necks—else we put a bell on you to dissuade you from hunting in our camp.”

Lae’zel didn’t offer much in the way of words, instead giving him a fierce warning. “Any fangs at my neck and I’ll gut you without so much as a thought, vamp.”

Tav moved to stand in between Astarion and the group, her hands placed firmly on her hips, posture straight. Her voice was composed, "I trust him; he will not harm us. We came to an agreement last night that when his hunger arises, if I am able, I will let him drink my blood. Otherwise, he has permission to sup from wild animals, our enemies, but no innocents.”

Astarion squinted his eyes in a befuddling expression. What in the bloody hells was she doing lying to them?

“What? I mean, yes, of course, we spoke at great lengths about how our gallant songbird will become my personal bloodbag. You have nothing to fear.”

Survival. That was all that mattered to him and yet, this elven woman dared to jeopardize the burgeoning relationships she was forming with the others to offer him protection? How idiotic. Surely, she would inquire about what she was getting out of all this in return. Oh, and he would provide! He would take her along the edge of the river’s flowing waters and bait the crickets to set the mood with the violin of their legs, as he wrote the alphabet of their common language with his tongue on her skin.

Yes, the gears were steadfastly spinning around inside his head as if they had just been thoroughly oiled. Gods above, the sweetest of dalliances this would be! Delightful!

Recite thy prayers in earnest and receive the saliva of his want. Blessed art thou amongst the music of the night, for thou shall inherit his bite.

Gale’s eyes darted from the vampire’s face to Tav’s wrist. He appeared bothered as he reached out, abruptly grabbing her forearm, the fresh wounds on display. “You let him bite you already?! Without warning the rest of us first?! Did you not think about how reckless that was, Tav?”

“It was my decision to make, Gale. I already told you all that I trusted him. I would never have put any of you in danger,” she replied firmly, trying to shake his grip from her.

“No wonder you smelled like him this morning,” he muttered under his breath.

With the lucidity of his innate roguish movements, Astarion’s hand materialized onto the wizard’s arm, clasping with his full strength. His tone was humorless. “Surely, you have finer mannerisms than some garish jealous sod. Or has all that time cooped up in your magic tower made you forget how to treat a lady?”

Gale pursed his mouth together, giving a final displeased look to Tav before releasing her. He stalked ahead with the other two women towards Emerald Grove that was now within view.

“I thought so,” Astarion sneered.

Tav lost her footing and fell back against Astarion’s chest with a gentle thud from the accidental force of Gale’s seizure. His hands flew to rest carefully on either side of her waist to steady her.

She took a deep shaky breath, then spun her body around to face him. With the balletic of her touch, she removed his hands, giving them a soft squeeze. “I—thank you. And I’m sorry. I probably should have been more considerate of everyone’s feelings over the matter before I let you drink from me. Gale and I will need to have a serious discussion soon over a few matters.”

Astarion flashed his fangs apathetically. “Whatever you need to do, my dear. I’m surely not going to lose any minutes of meditation over it.”

“By the by, I meant what I said earlier. It would certainly ease everyone’s worries to follow those boundaries. Only until they become more comfortable around you.” The side of her lip timidly receded in the center of her teeth. “I also don’t mind if you wish to continue to feed on my blood either, if—well, if that’s what you want of course. Just don’t go around randomly biting anyone.”

She—huh. He was mildly astounded, yet grateful for her immolation to his stead.

Astarion soothingly rubbed around the marks on her wrist with a gravelly laugh. “I wouldn’t want to renege on our agreement, darling. Besides, I couldn’t imagine anyone’s flavor being comparable to yours. I can’t wait to eat you right up.”

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He was irritated.

Nettie, the local druidic healer, proved to be of little help in offering a cure for their worms. She insisted they coat their innards with a concocted vial of wyvern toxin the precise moment they sensed ceremorphosis changing them. Oh, but she certainly knew how to win over Tav with that pitiful sulk.

But, what really REALLY fabricated the aggrievement within the pit of his stomach, was Tav’s altruistic nature towards damned near everyone they came into contact with. It wasn’t enough that they were already on a suicide mission—with gods know how much time they had left to control the tadpoles—but now, she suggested they be a personal servant to nearly every blasted request they received.

”Save our Archdruid Halsin from those capricious goblins,”they beseeched. "You’re strong. Capable. With the strength of the Absolute on the rise and the commonality of your tadpoles, only YOU can help us!"

And the catch? The pockets of their purses hardly graced with a suitable reward and the promise of maybes that this Halsin could help them.

“We don’t even know if the druid is still alive! Yet, you want us to be saviors for this—this—stranger as if it is owed to him. Really, sweetheart, your martyrdom is inscrutable. ”

Tav crossed her arms over her chest. She was undeniably patient as Astarion haughtily voiced his concerns. “I’m not asking anything of you, Astarion. You have a choice. What do you want to do?”

What kind of an absurd question was that?! He pondered. What he wanted. Preposterous.

“Ah, yes, when you put it like that the answer is so clear! I can either help, remain in camp, or travel on my own since the other weirdos in our group have already given into your sirenic charms.” He counted off the options on his fingers in frustration.

Druid’s Grove was proving to be a disaster by Astarion’s observation. Helpless tieflings in every corner crying about the plight of their situation. The druids seemed almost radicalized to rid their home of the migrants. The residents that did reside there already, were so obsessed with the novelties of protecting the natural world and, gods be fucked, was that bear dung he just stepped in?

Lest he not forget about that Wyll Ravenguard stray they picked up. The Blade of Frontiers himself. It wasn’t that Wyll wasn’t a welcome addition to their court, he was a powerful monster hunter, but that damnable bard didn’t even bat an eyelash when she decided to ask him to join. Yes, he had a tadpole as well, but he was on a personal mission to find some archdevil’s soldier called Karlach. And she, once again, faithfully volunteered to be thrown into the fray to face down a fiend of Avernus.

“Have you forgotten about the crèche Lae’zel spoke about? I don’t know why we haven’t already headed in that direction. A mystery indeed,” he added critically.

“There is truth to that which he speaks. Had we not decided to aid these ishtiks, we would be closer to where my kin was last seen. The weak tiefling, Zorru, mentioned seeing a red dragon flying low by the bridges leading into the mountains,” Lae’zel stated while she cleaned the edge of her sword. “We must meet with the Kith’rak.”

Wyll, in all his wondrous ability to wax a sensible demeanor, addressed the disagreement. “With much due respect, I have a duty to find the Advocatus Diaboli first before we leave the area.”

All witnessing eyes were fixed on Tav, as if she were the town harlot walking up to the altar to confess her impurities. No matter the commandments she gathered, they awaited her with the scarlet trumpet of judgment blown by a winged creature to embroider upon her back.

The normal paleness of Tav’s skin shed itself to reveal a reddish hue. She seemed crestfallen by the coming and going of her complex expression. “Okay.”

Then, she promptly left the conversation as if she had mistakenly stumbled upon it. Her plait swished down her back as she walked in the opposite direction where they were having their heated discussion.

Astarion wasn’t sure he should have been shocked or amused by the brashness of her actions.

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“Ah, so that is where you’ve been. Sneaking off to enjoy the pleasures of lyricism while the rest of us are disposed to play musical chairs to your noble commitments.”

Astarion had been throwing knives at a nearby tree along the breaches of the camp when he noticed Tav rounding the pathway, lute in hand, strolling with Alfira by her side. She did not acknowledge him until after she hugged the tiefling, bidding her adieu with quiet words of encouragement.

She walked towards the tree to retrieve the knives sticking snugly in the bark, a visible frown forming shortly after the bardling departed. “I apologize I left so suddenly, but I needed some time to breathe in order to figure out what our next move should be. The talks became overwhelming fast.”

Astarion took the knives from her, lining one up with his sight to throw at the trunk. With one eye closed, he watched as the tip of the blade left his fingertips and embedded itself precisely into the bullseye of the bark he picked to hit.

“Our next move? Ha! The answer is: to pursue the power and control of these tadpoles. It amazes me that the torch that was passed to you gets doused because you decided to rest on your laurels when things got complicated,” he scorned, animating the motions of his hands.

The marking behind his ear began to pulse wildly as if it had a beating heart of its own. He touched it delicately with his fingertips, bading it to calm itself. This cursed thing only reacted when she was around. Frankly, what an inconvenience. It’s not as if she were my... No. No. NO. NO. NO.

He stared unblinking at her, his red eyes wide like cherry pies. Her voice was static as her lips moved. Each word jumbled and fuzzy. Those tempest eyes, usually unwavering in her dreadful kindness, now a mixture of hurt and annoyance.

“…what?”

She bit at her lip. “I said, what wrongs have I done to warrant this venom? I had no desire to be the leader, yet it was appointed to me anyways. I am nothing more than a bard that has studied the rapier my entire life. There is nothing special about me, yet you—”

Astarion needed to escape. Push her away from him.

“Honestly, your decorum as our ‘leader’ could do with some improvement since you seem content with leading us to the butcher’s rack.”

“Have I not tried to pursue everyone’s input, despite my polarity in the face of some of those subjects? I have never forced or manipulated a single one of you to bend to the wills of my heart. You’ve ALWAYS had a choice.”

He watched her behavior. Any signs that she knew he possessed the same marking she did. Was that area on her arm where she scratched, the location of the mark? Or the dip in her hip, where she placed her hand confidently? He felt a bubbling sickness in his stomach.

Wait, does she not know? How could she not know?

And then, the final poison spewed from his throat. A deflective acidic stream that he knew would damage her good nature and protect him.

“I see now my expectations of you were misplaced. If we all start to transform, it will be because of your bleeding heart you can't seem to balance out.”

Tav’s eyes welled up with angered tears. Fuck. It was a low blow, even for him. “I didn’t mean—”

“Yes, you did. What is this truly about, Astarion? Please help me to understand because I sure as hells don’t deserve this treatment from you of all people. And I absolutely don’t deserve this from someone that calls themselves my friend,” she pleaded woefully.

Then, it suddenly dawned on Astarion: he hadn’t had a friend in over 200 years. Tav was right. This wasn’t how friends acted. His “siblings” were the same as him—slaves to the same master—not exactly individuals he would refer to so intimately.

The spawn hadn’t spent more than a single night with anyone outside of the Crimson Palace for centuries. And now, he had been thrown into these strangers arms for over a week. He was terrified. Astarion knew how to be a lover, how to deceive and convince people to do as he pleased, but could he learn how to be a friend—If only for the sake of protection. He wasn’t even sure he understood what that meant anymore or what it entailed.

Another mistake.

This bard, with her penchant for compassion and blood that would ensnare him to his grave over and over again, was driving him into lunacy. It wasn’t his fault he was thrown off his accustomed position that usually had the upper hand. He wasn’t to blame for any of it.

“Gods! I don’t know—I just—don’t expect me to go out of my way to save anyone.”

But, he did know.

He knew each time she asked his opinion about a situation.

He knew when she warm heartedly asked him about what he wanted.

He knew every morning he woke up and bathed with the sun’s beams cradling his face.

Astarion knew that he was still half bound in perdition to his master, while the other half was granted ablution for a fresh start in life.

And recently, he knew his soulmate was the elven bard standing in front of him named Tavelle Swiftchoir and he couldn’t have been more disappointed.