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zerun0 · 5 months ago

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"Take My Hand" — Viktor x Y/N (Female)

English is not my first language. Feel free to comment on any of my mistakes and i will update the post, also I am more than happy to receive suggestions, and advice on how to improve my work.

— ! WARNING NSFW(+18): ! — Sexual themes, Alternate reality, Dancing, Drunk , Sex, Flirting, Making out, Teasing, Vaginal.

— Word count: — 3.0k (Full uncut version on AO3)

The streets of Zaun buzzed with a unique energy that night. At Heimerdinger’s Zaunite academy, the halls that usually hummed with the clatter of experiment trays and whirring mechanisms were abandoned. Students and teachers alike had migrated to the glowing venue lit by an array of green and blue chem-lights. They swayed to music that rattled through makeshift speakers.

Y/N stood by the edge of the crowd, leaning against a post with her hands fidgeting at the hem of her simple, black dress. She had spent the better part of the evening people-watching. Powder and Ekko spun together in the center of the dance floor.

“Why aren’t you dancing?” — came a familiar, soft-spoken voice from beside her.

Y/N turned to find Viktor standing there, an almost shy tilt to his smile. He was dressed a little neater than his usual grease-smeared lab coat, though his cane and posture still set him apart from the crowd. A lock of brown hair fell across his forehead, and his golden eyes shone in the shifting light.

“I could ask you the same thing,” — Y/N teased, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m observing,” — he replied, slipping into his characteristic thoughtful tone. — “There’s... a beauty in the chaos. Don’t you think so?” Y/N chuckled. — “That’s one way to look at it. Though I think most people would call it a party.”

“And yet, you’re here, on the outskirts. Much like me.” — Viktor said softly, now closer to her ear. Her smile softened at his perceptive words.

Viktor always saw through the surface, always seemed to understand her in ways few others did. He had become more than a lab partner during their time at the academy. He was a confidant, an intellectual equal, and perhaps something more.

Before she could respond, Powder’s laughter erupted again, louder this time, drawing their attention. Ekko had twirled her, sending her braids flying as she stumbled with giddy delight. The scene pulled a smile from Y/N, and even Viktor’s lips quirked upward.

“You know,” — Y/N said, her voice gaining a teasing edge, — “if we’re going to stay here analyzing the ‘beauty of the chaos,’ we might as well join in.”

Viktor’s golden gaze met hers, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his expression. —“Dancing was never a skill I cultivated.”

“It’s not about skill,” — Y/N replied, holding out a hand. — “Come on, I will guide you…”

He hesitated only a moment before placing his hand in hers. His grip was warm and slightly calloused, a reminder of hours spent tinkering in the lab. She led him to the edge of the dance floor, where they found a pocket of space just big enough for the two of them. The music was slower now, a dreamy, lilting melody that seemed to wrap around them.

Their movements were awkward at first. Viktor shifted his weight uncertainty, his cane tapping against the floor in a hesitant rhythm as he tried to find his footing. Y/N, attuned to his unease, kept her movements slow and deliberate, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder to guide him without imposing. Her other hand held his gently, touch warm and steady, like a lifeline.

“It’s just us,” — she said happily, her voice barely audible above the music. — “No one’s watching.”

Viktor glanced down at her, his golden eyes searching her face for reassurance. He exhaled slowly, nodding, and allowed himself to relax just a fraction. Y/N adjusted her position slightly, mindful of the weight he shifted onto his cane. She kept their steps simple, matching his pace and making sure to move with him rather than against him.

It wasn’t long before they found a rhythm, a tentative, almost fragile harmony at first, but one that grew stronger with each passing moment. Viktor followed her lead with quiet determination, his steps gaining confidence as the music wrapped around them. Y/N’s movements remained fluid and patient, every motion imbued with a tenderness that spoke of her deep care for him.

She offered a small, encouraging smile, and Viktor returned it, his golden eyes bright as the prettiest constellation in the night sky, a soft laugh escaping him. — “You’re remarkably good at this,” he admitted, voice tinged with both admiration and surprise.

“Good at what?” — she teased, her gaze twinkling. — “Dancing? Or making sure you don’t trip?”

“Both,” — he said, his tone warm and self-deprecating.

Y/N laughed, her fingers briefly tightening around his hand. — “You’re doing great, Viktor. Better than you think.”

They continued to sway, their movements becoming more natural as they settled into the music. The chem-lights around them painted their faces in shifting shades of blue and green, lending the moment an almost dreamlike quality. Y/N’s attention remained pointedly on him, her every step and shift an unspoken promise to keep him steady, to make this moment as effortless for him as possible.

And somewhere amidst the rhythm of their shared steps, Viktor let go of his apprehension, his focus shifting entirely to her. The world around them blurred, the thrumming bass and laughter

of the crowd fading into the background. In that moment, there was only Y/N. Her gentle smile, her steady guidance, and the warmth of her hand in his.

The song ended, and the crowd cheered, but Y/N barely noticed. Viktor leaned closer, his voice low. — “Would you like some air? This place is... quite warm.”

She nodded, suddenly aware of the heat rising in her cheeks. — “Yeah. Let’s go.”

They stepped out into the cool Zaunite night, where the hum of the city was a softer echo of the celebration inside. Viktor led her to a quiet alley, where the faint glow of the lights still painted the walls in hues of green and blue. Turning towards her, his expression was more serious now, though his gaze held that same warmth she’d come to cherish.

“You’re incredible, you know,” — he said softly, the words tumbling out like they had been waiting for this moment. — “Not just in the lab. The way you see the world, the way you make it brighter. I... I admire you more than I can put into words.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. She stepped closer, her heart pounding in her chest. — “Viktor...”

He closed the distance between them, his movements hesitant, as though afraid he might break the moment. When their lips met, it was soft and tentative.

Viktor’s fingers brushed her cheek timid but deliberate, his thumb tracing the faint curve of her jaw. — “You’re... mesmerizing,” — he murmured, his voice low and rough, like a secret meant only for her.

Her breath caught at the raw honesty in his tone. Without thinking, she closed the small gap between them again, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was deeper, more insistent than before. Viktor hesitated for a fraction of a second before leaning into her, his hand sliding into her hair as he returned her fervor.

The kiss intensified, and Y/N pressed closer, her fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt. She could feel the faint tremor in his touch, the careful control he always carried giving way to something more passionate. His cane slipped slightly as he adjusted his stance, and Y/N instinctively steadied him, hands gripping his waist as if anchoring him to her. “Sorry,” — he murmured against her lips, a faint chuckle escaping him.

“Don’t be,” — she whispered, her voice soft yet firm. —“I’ve got you.” Her reassurance seemed to embolden him. Viktor’s free arm slipped around her back, drawing her flush against him. The cool night air was a sharp contrast to the heat blooming between them, their breaths mingling in the narrow space they left between kisses. Their foreheads touched as a faint cheer erupted from the party nearby, reminding them of where they were.

“I believe we might be missed,” — he murmured, brushing a strand of her hair back.

Y/N grinned, her lips still tingling. — “Then we should make an appearance, shouldn’t we?”

With a nod, Viktor stepped back, and together they returned to the party. The music had shifted to a livelier tune, Powder and Ekko still at the center of it all, their laughter echoing above the beat. Y/N and Viktor wove through the crowd, the vivid energy brushing past them as they made their way to the bar set up in one corner of the room.

The bartender, a Zaunite teen you had meet in the academy as he studied mixology, you knew him for his friendly grin and a knack for mixing drinks. — “What’ll it be?”— The young man asked. “Something simple,” — Y/N said with a smile, glancing at Viktor —“Two ales?”

Viktor nodded, his lips curving into a small smile. — “Up to you.”

Two mugs of amber ale were slid across the counter. Y/N picked hers up, taking a long sip, the slightly bitter, malty flavor a welcome contrast to the sugary concoctions often found at parties like this. Viktor took a more measured sip, his expression thoughtful as he savored the drink.

“It’s good,” — he said, sounding almost surprised.

“Told you,” — Y/N replied, nudging her shoulder with his.

They found a quieter spot near the edge of the crowd, their shoulders brushing as they watched the festivities. Powder had dragged Ekko into another wild spin, her energy uncontainable, while others clapped and cheered them on, even the professor was there having a blast watching his young brilliant inventors.

“It’s nice,” — Y/N said after a moment, her voice softer. — “Seeing everyone like this. Happy, carefree for a change.”

Viktor nodded, though his gaze was fixed on her rather than the crowd. — “It is. Though I admit, I find the quieter moments more... meaningful.”

She looked up at him, catching the warmth in his eyes, and felt her cheeks flush. —“Me too,” — she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The warmth of the ale in her chest mixed with the gentle buzz of his presence beside her. After a moment, she tilted her head toward him, a playful smile curving her lips. — “What do you say we finish these and find somewhere quieter?”

He raised an eyebrow. — “Are you suggesting an escape?”

“Maybe” ——

The door creaked open, a loud bang echoing through the halls.

The small room was dimly lit, a single lamp casting a soft yellow glow over the cluttered desk and neatly made bed. Then it clicked shut behind them, as the air between them shifted, the lingering alcohol stripping away the last of their hesitations.

Y/N turned to Viktor, her back against the door. — “Finally,” — she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Their lips met again, and this time there was no hesitation, no careful deliberation. The kiss was deep and unrestrained, their pent-up longing spilling over as their hands roamed freely. Y/N’s fingers found the buttons of his shirt, fumbling slightly as she worked to undo them. Viktor’s hands slid down her sides, his touch firm yet reverent, as though he couldn’t believe she was truly here with him.

His shirt fell open, revealing the lean lines of his torso, and Y/N’s hands traced the contours of his skin, her touch igniting a fire wherever it landed. Viktor let out a soft groan, his head dipping to press kisses along her jaw and down the column of her neck. Her breath hitched as his lips found a sensitive spot, and she tilted her head to give him better access.

Her own dress was next, the fabric slipping from her shoulders and pooling at her feet. Viktor’s golden eyes roamed over her, his breath catching as he took her in.

Y/N tugged him closer, her lips finding his again as they stumbled toward the bed. They fell onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs, their kisses growing hungrier, more urgent.

Her response was a soft gasp as his hand found her bare thigh, his touch firm yet careful, as though he was savoring every moment. She pushed herself up slightly, her eyes meeting his as she began to undo the belt of his trousers. He stilled for a moment, watching her with a mixture of awe and vulnerability, before his hands came up to cover hers, guiding her movements.

They worked together to shed the rest of their clothes, their touches growing bolder, their kisses more demanding as each layer was discarded. When they were finally skin to skin, Viktor hesitated, his golden eyes searching hers.

Y/N cupped his face, her thumb brushing over his cheekbone. — “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” — she whispered back, her voice steady and filled with conviction.

He allowed himself a genuine smile that melted her heart, before leaning down to kiss her again.

Viktor’s hand slid down to the curve of your thigh, lifting it gently to wrap around his waist. His other hand steadied himself as he shifted his weight, positioning himself between her legs. The heat of him made her breath hitch, silently urging him closer.

“Plea-ase,” — she whispered, your voice breathy, laced with longing.

Viktor’s control snapped. He pushed forward with a deliberate, smooth motion, the head of his length pressing into her, filling her inch by inch. The stretch of him sent a sharp thrill through her, her body arching instinctively to meet his. A soft gasp escaped both of them as he fully seated himself inside her, his forehead coming to rest against hers.

“You don’t have to be gentle…” — she murmured. — "I like it as rough as you can be..."

"O-Ok" — Viktor groaned low in his throat, his hands gripping her waist as he began to move. His thrusts started slow, deliberate, each one igniting a spark that built into a flame. The rhythm of his hips soon grew more urgent, matching the way her body responded to him, her moans filling the air between them. — “Y/N,” — he whispered, his voice strained with effort and desire.

He pressed kisses along her neck, his lips lingering at her pulse point, where her racing heartbeat betrayed her pleasure.

She ran her fingers along his back, her nails grazing his skin as his movements became deeper, more insistent. His cane clattered to the floor, forgotten, as his focus remained solely on her.

The world around them disappeared, leaving only the two of them locked in a shared rhythm. Viktor’s lips found hers again in a kiss that was messy and desperate, their bodies moving in perfect sync. His thrusts grew harder, faster, her moans mingling with his as the tension inside her built to a breaking point.

When his hand slipped between their bodies, his fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her core, she cried out his name. The pleasure overwhelmed her, her body trembling as waves of ecstasy crashed over.

His movements faltered, his body tensing as he groaned her name in return. His release followed, his hips jerking as he spilled into her, the heat of him filling her completely. He buried his face against her shoulder, his breaths ragged as the two of them trembled in the aftermath, still entwined.

The room was quiet now, save for the sound of their breathing and the distant hum of the city beyond. Viktor lifted his head, his golden eyes soft as they met hers. His hand brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch lingering.

The afterglow wrapped them in a warm, quiet cocoon, the kind where the world outside ceased to exist. Viktor rolled onto his side, pulling Y/N with him beneath the blanket they had hastily tugged up to cover their bare bodies. The fabric was soft and warm, a barrier between them and the cool air of the room.

Her body molded perfectly against his, skin to skin, their breaths slowing as the tension faded into a deep, shared comfort. Y/N traced idle circles on his chest with her fingertips, her touch light and soothing. Viktor hummed at the sensation, his arms wrapped securely around her, anchoring them both in this fragile, intimate moment.

“Tonight was … incredible, you truly are one of a kind,” — she whispered, her voice soft but filled with emotion.

His lips pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, his golden eyes heavy-lidded but adoring as they met hers. — “And you,” — he murmured, his tone carrying a mix of awe and gratitude, — “you’ve made me feel... whole.”

She smiled, nuzzling into his chest. They stayed like that for what felt like hours, neither needing to speak, simply content in each other’s presence.

Then, a soft, scrabbling noise broke the silence. Y/N stiffened for a moment before a chuckle bubbled up in her throat.

“Oh no,” — she said, her voice filled with amusement.

Before Viktor could ask, a small, fuzzy creature leaped up onto the bed. Her poro, a round, fluffy ball of enthusiasm, bounded over the blanket and started sniffing curiously at the new presence.

“Is this...?” —Viktor began, but he didn’t get to finish. The poro, clearly delighted, jumped onto Viktor’s chest and started licking his face with unrestrained enthusiasm.

“Ah! Hey !” — he exclaimed, laughing as the poro’s tiny tongue covered his cheek. He tried to fend it off with one hand while keeping the blanket modestly draped with the other.

Y/N couldn’t stop laughing, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she watched the usually composed Viktor flail under the tiny, relentless attacker. — “I think she likes you,” —she teased, reaching out to scoop the poro up. The creature chirped happily, snuggling into her arms but keeping its bright, beady eyes fixed on Viktor, as though sizing him up for future antics.

Viktor wiped his face with the edge of the blanket, his laughter subsiding into a soft smile. — “I’m glad to have made such an impression,” —he said dryly, though the warmth in his gaze betrayed how much he enjoyed the moment.

Y/N leaned in to kiss his cheek, her lips brushing the spot where the poro had been. — “She knows a good one when she sees it,” — she whispered, her voice tender.

The poro settled between them as if declaring itself part of their little haven, its contented purring filling the room.

“Barely a moment’s peace,” — he joked, though his tone was light and filled with affection.

Y/N grinned, resting her head against his shoulder. — “Wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

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dinosus · 5 months ago

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Threads of Devotion⋆౨ৎ˚⟡ ˖

Summary : How each Arcane character might feel if the reader called them their favorite person Pairings : Violet, Ekko, Jayce, Victor, Jinx x Reader Warnings : Too much fluff ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─ Vi (Violet) ₊˚⊹ ᰔ⭑.ᐟ

Vi stops dead in her tracks. She was mid-conversation, her usual cocky demeanor on full display, but your words—“You’re my favorite person, Vi”—hit her like a sucker punch. Her brows furrow slightly, almost as if she didn’t hear you correctly. “Say that again?” she asks, her voice lower, more serious. You repeat it, softer this time, and it’s like watching a storm give way to sunlight. Her tough exterior crumbles just a little, enough for you to catch the faintest pink rising to her cheeks. She exhales through her nose, shaking her head like she’s trying to brush it off, but her lips curl into an unguarded, lopsided smile. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” she mutters, hands finding her hips. Her fingers fidget slightly against her belt, betraying the nerves she rarely lets show.

There’s a pause before she steps closer, her shadow falling over you. Her scarred knuckles brush against yours, hesitant, searching for permission. When you don’t pull away, she grips your hand with a firmness that’s comforting rather than overwhelming. “I don’t know what I did to deserve that,” she says, her voice rough, almost cracking, “but… thanks. That means more than you know.” For the rest of the day, she’s quieter, stealing glances your way with a softness that’s rare. You notice the way she keeps you within arm’s reach, as if silently claiming you as hers. ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─ Ekko ₊˚⊹ ᰔ⭑.ᐟ

Ekko stops in the middle of adjusting his goggles, the usual smirk on his lips faltering as your words register. “Wait, wait,” he says, holding up a hand like he needs a moment to process. His brown eyes, bright with youthful energy, widen, and for a split second, he looks utterly vulnerable. “You serious right now?” His voice cracks just a little, his usual smooth confidence giving way to something rawer. When you nod, his grin comes back tenfold, wide enough to rival the light of the sun. He laughs, the sound bubbling out of him uncontrollably. “Man, you really know how to make a guy feel special.” But it doesn’t stop there. Ekko steps closer, his movements brimming with energy, his curls bouncing with each step. He plants himself in front of you, arms crossed, but the playful gleam in his eye is unmistakable. “Favorite person, huh? That’s some serious stuff,” he teases, though his voice softens at the edges. His fingers tug at the chain around his neck—a small, nervous gesture—as he leans in, his tone dropping to a near whisper. “Guess what? You’re mine too.”

Later, you find him tinkering with something in his hideout. It’s a small, intricate pendant, the gears moving in perfect harmony. When he hands it to you, there’s no mistaking the pride in his voice. “A favorite deserves somethin’ special, right?." ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─ Jayce ₊˚⊹ ᰔ⭑.ᐟ

Jayce freezes, his broad shoulders going rigid as your words sink in. He was mid-laugh, hammer slung over one shoulder, radiating the confidence of someone who’s used to leading and inspiring. But this? This was different. He turns to face you, the sunlight catching the gold accents of his armor and the stray strands of hair falling across his forehead. His dark brown eyes search yours, the vulnerability there stark against his usual bravado. “You mean that?” he asks softly, his voice so low it’s almost a whisper. When you nod, his lips part in a smile that’s so genuine it could melt steel. His laugh comes next, warm and boyish, and he shakes his head like he can’t believe his luck. “Wow,” he breathes, rubbing the back of his neck. “That… that’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” For all his brilliance and ambition, you can tell your words have touched a part of him he doesn’t often let show.

He sets the hammer down with a soft clink and steps closer, his larger frame almost shielding you. His hand brushes against your shoulder, tentative at first, before it settles there firmly, grounding you both. “You’re something else, you know that?” he says, his tone a mix of admiration and affection. “Guess I’ll have to work extra hard to keep that title.” ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─ Viktor₊˚⊹ ᰔ⭑.ᐟ

The room goes still. Viktor’s pen stops scratching against the paper, suspended mid-air as if your words had reached out and taken hold of it. His head tilts slightly, golden eyes peering up at you through strands of messy brown hair. “I—what?” he stammers, the faint tremor in his voice betraying his disbelief. It’s rare to see Viktor, the ever-focused genius, so utterly disarmed. He sets the pen down carefully, as though afraid any sudden movement might break the spell. “You’re joking,” he says, though the slight hitch in his tone suggests he desperately hopes you aren’t. When you shake your head, his lips part in a soft, almost boyish smile—one that carries no trace of his usual guardedness. “Your favorite person…” he repeats, testing the words as though they were foreign. His slender fingers, ink-stained and delicate, fiddle nervously with the edge of his sleeve.

“I… don’t think I’ve ever been anyone’s favorite anything,” he admits quietly, his accent thick with unspoken emotion. There’s a long pause before he meets your gaze fully, his eyes shining with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. “Thank you. Truly.” Later, you’d find him working late into the night, crafting something small but exquisite. When he finally hands it to you—a delicate charm inscribed with intricate patterns—it’s accompanied by a shy, almost bashful smile. “For my favorite person,” he murmurs, the words soft but heartfelt. ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─ Jinx ₊˚⊹ ᰔ⭑.ᐟ

Jinx’s entire body reacts to your words. Her head snaps up, her electric blue hair flying as she whirls around to face you, pink eyes wide with disbelief. “Wait, WHAT?!” she screeches, her voice high-pitched and chaotic. She grabs your shoulders with both hands, her grip firm but not painful, as if she’s trying to ground herself in the moment. “Did you just—did you just say I’m your favorite person?” Her face is a kaleidoscope of emotions—shock, glee, a flicker of doubt, and then unrestrained joy. She laughs, a sound that’s wild and unhinged but full of genuine delight. “Oh, man, you’re not pulling my leg, are ya? Swear on it! Swear on a cupcake!” When you assure her, she lets out a triumphant whoop, throwing her arms around you in a tight, slightly chaotic hug.

But as the laughter dies down, something softer emerges. Her hands linger on your shoulders, her manic energy settling into something more vulnerable. “I mean… that’s cool and all,” she says, trying to play it off, but her voice wavers. “Didn’t think anyone’d ever say that to me.” She pulls back, her grin still wide but tinged with something deeper, more fragile. “Guess that makes you my favorite, too.”

Later, you find a crumpled piece of paper in your pocket, a messy doodle of you and her, surrounded by stars and hearts. At the bottom, scrawled in her uneven handwriting, are the words: “Faves 4ever". ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─ Hope you enjoyed >:D !! (yes i edited this post lol) IGNORE THESE <3

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gay-dorito-dust · 5 months ago

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Hi! :) mayhaps can i request your HC's for viktor x an artist reader. 👉👈 ur angst drabbles have been sustaining my life since season 2

There’s a saying that if an artist loves you or falls in love with you, you can never die.

A saying that Viktor didn’t give much thought until it was very clear that he was your forever muse, your reason to keeping your passion alive through experimenting art styles to maximise the effect you wanted your art to have; almost in the exact same way a scientist would conduct experiments in order to understand how something works and how to properly utilise it.

However each and every one of your art works came out looking like masterpieces that should and probably would be studied by future artists themselves one day, given how beautiful they were.

But also because they all included a man with amber eyes and soft chocolate hair hard at work with his own projects as blue sparks are captured liked shooting stars flying past his beautiful face. He truly was a once in a lifetime experience that you wanted to eternally capture within the pages of your sketchbook.

It literally didn’t matter what he did, whether it was tinkering, experimenting with the hexcore or just simply existing, you wanted to capture as much of Viktor as you possibly can whenever you can.

Viktor, in your eyes, was the kind of man people would kill to create sculptures of and artworks that would be seen in grand museums, within a beautifully intricate frame that only added emphasise to his importance to the artist in question. The artist being you of course.

So needless to say whenever you were with Viktor you made sure to have your sketchbook and pencils in hand as you knew that you’d end up wanting to sketch him for the millionth time that day.

However your favourite sketch of him came when you made him smile, genuinely smile.

The image of his bright and handsome smile was all you could see for hours on end as you found yourself absentmindedly sketching his face, his smile, the wrinkles near his eyes and his wind ruffled hair to perfection.

You then found yourself staring at it as though reliving the moment where you heard his laugh reach your ears like a harmonious melody, swept upon the wind that ruffled his hair and into your ears and your ears only.

To be loved by an artist was to be seen and you saw Viktor in a way that nobody else could, not even himself, and it showed in your work as you made him look like an angel disguised as a human given how frequently you used the colour gold whenever you drew him. From his eyes, to his clothes, everything with Viktor had hints of gold to it.

So much so that you had to get more colouring pencils of the exact same shade of gold so frequently that the manger of the art shop knew your name and the muse of your latest works at this point.

‘Drawing Viktor again I see?’ They’d teasingly ask as you’d shrug your shoulders.

‘Guilty as charged.’ You would reply before taking your things and leaving.

Viktor didn’t pry into your sketchbook, it was your belonging and he didn’t feel it was necessary for him to pry into it, but his curiosity didn’t help him one day as he found himself drawn to the sketchbook that you seemed to had left in his lab.

The first few pages were merely parts of the academy that you frequently visited, from the gardens, to the library, to even the lab he was stood in. Each one was increasingly more impressive than the last with how lifelike you made each one as though he could fall into the scene you had created; a true testament to your talent, creativity and insane attention to detail.

However the further the sketchbook went, he could easily see a decline in inspiration in your art. only for it to pick back up again when you had started drawing him doing the most mundane of things -at least in his mind he thought so- as simple sketches to portraits solely done by oil pastels or only colouring pencils. All just to emphasise his features and the concentrated furrows of his brows, a large variation of colours you’ve used so effortlessly to make up his face in a way that he could never imagine.

And yet Viktor found that there was more artworks of yours regarding him, artworks that seemingly continued endlessly and were just as hyper detailed and colourful as the more of himself that he saw, each one touching his heart in a way that made him realise that this was how you genuinely saw him; an angel in human skin as the way you depicted him was either simply human or an ethereal being coated in various shades of gold.

Through the eyes of an artist, through the eyes of you, Viktor knew that you only conveyed what you believed to be true and the fact that you saw him in such a way was enough to have him struggling to breath, but in the best way possible.

You way you saw him transcended beyond the person he saw each and every day in the mirror. You saw him as a man of infinite beauty, wisdom and strength in a multitude of ways while never shying away when it came to his leg nor disease.

If anything you made those parts of him stand out the most in a way that told him that you found these parts of him a strength and perfection in your eyes. Telling him that you didn’t wish him to be anything other then himself, for he was perfect and so much much that only your art could help describe.

Viktor; a man on borrowed time became a man immortalised within the pages of his artist lover.

He even seen the sketches of him fast asleep against his workbench you’ve done and even then you took your time making it look like he was staring into a mirror of himself.

You’d catch him flicking through your sketchbook but you couldn’t say anything against it as the way his eyes light up and soft smiles upon looking at your latest works, looks that only made you want to draw Viktor even more if it meant this sight becoming more common with the passage of time.

‘You like them?’ You’d ask from the doorway.

‘I love them my dear.’ He replies softly as he presses his forehead against your own, making you smile fondly. ‘But was the drawing of me sleeping necessary?’ He adds playfully as you chuckled.

‘Oh it was very necessary my muse.’ You replied with equal playfulness as you kissed his nose. ‘I saw an opportunity and couldn’t let it pass me by without at least drawing it first,’ Viktor scoffs but the smile upon his lips remained, ‘and besides you looked really peaceful and relaxed that I wanted it to be something I remember. Hoping I get to experience more moments like that to be my muse for my future drawings.’ You finished.

‘I’m glad the to could do that for you my dear.’ Viktor closed his eyes and rested his head further against yours, wanting nothing then to capture this moment within his mind forever, secretly hoping to continue to be the muse of your art projects as your artistic range grew.

‘You’ve always been my muse,’ you said, closing your eyes, ‘you will always will be my muse.’

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nemo-writes · 28 days ago

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⋆˚࿔ ⋆˚࿔ 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞 ; 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝜗𝜚˚⋆𝜗𝜚˚⋆

↣ pack!tf141 x witch!reader

↣ chapter summary; you finally make the trip to the pack’s new home. long-simmering tensions flare—an uneasy reunion forged by guarded stares and clipped words. the pack gathers, and the stage is set for a decision long overdue.

⚠️ warnings; none

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The late afternoon sun cast a golden light on the bustling streets, painting your town in warmth that rivaled the magic thrumming beneath its cobblestones. For a moment, you paused outside the manor gates, looking out over what had once been a small, closed-off place—and feeling a flicker of pride at how it had grown.

Witches, humans, fae, and others mingled in the market, their voices melding into a lively hum. Vendors sold rune-etched wares beside digital devices. A pair of teenagers—one with a tiny draconic tail flicking behind her, the other with mundane but bright eyes—laughed, sharing a snack as they scrolled through their phones. Each step away from your home brought a new sight: a newly opened café with both magical potions and regular coffees on the menu; a tinkerer’s stall that mixed mechanical drones with small hexes for self-maintenance; an elder witch demonstrating a subtle warding technique to a group of wide-eyed humans.

The harmony here wasn’t perfect—far from it—but it was real.

Every patchwork compromise, every lingering tension, had led to these small but precious moments of cooperation. You felt a quiet contentment, the sort that made you wish you could linger in town just a bit longer, soaking in the sense of possibility in the air.

But your journey lay beyond, away from the light and bustle, into the edges of the town where the land grew silent and the roads wound into the horizon. With each turn, your surroundings thinned—fewer homes, fewer shops, until the last sign of the town was a modest bakery perched at the corner of a gravel path.

Despite your success—or perhaps because of it—your chest tightened, the pull of unfinished business gnawing at you. They’re waiting teased the back of your mind.

You tried to quell the swirl of dread, focusing instead on the farmland rolling out before you, the neat fences and carefully tended rows of crops. The open skies felt both liberating and too big. As you moved on, the farmland gave way to patches of woodland, the trees shifting in the wind as though whispering secrets you couldn’t quite catch.

Here, on the outskirts, it felt as though you’d crossed a threshold from warmth and cooperation into a more primal hush—like stepping into the maw of a waiting beast.

You swallowed, your footsteps echoing on a lonely road. Sybil wasn’t here with you—she remained at the manor, still recovering from her vaccines, leaving you to face this trek alone. Odd, how so little distance can shift the entire mood, you mused.

A turn in the path brought you to a slight rise, and beyond it, you spotted a house—larger than expected, set back against the treeline. Part of you wanted to curse how fitting it was: enough land to roam, to run, to hide secrets if they chose.

As you took another step, you felt the first brush of wards—magic lines carefully laid into the earth, likely Gaz’s doing. A prickle of energy crawled along your skin, not overtly hostile but undeniably watchful. You couldn’t deny the sense of finality as you passed beyond them. Well, now they know I’m here. The quiet rustle of the wind through the trees seemed to mock your tension.

At last, you emerged from the narrow lane into the clearing that housed their home. For a moment, you just stood there, heart racing in your ears, mind drifting back to the lively scenes in town—that was your domain. But here, on the outskirts, the hush was thick enough to choke you, and the memory of your differences with the pack weighed heavily.

“No more running,” you muttered under your breath, forcing your legs forward until you reached the porch steps. The boards creaked underfoot, and you let out a slow exhale, smoothing a hand down your clothes as though it might settle the roil in your gut.

With a steadying inhale, you raised a hand and knocked. Firm, resolute—no hesitation allowed. The sound echoed in the stillness, and in that moment, the hush of the surrounding fields felt like the tense pause before a storm.

They’re here, you’re here, and there’s no turning back.

John blinked once, then twice. He hadn’t expected it to be you—not yet, anyway.

Of course, part of him had known this moment was coming, had braced himself for the inevitable. But when he actually pulled the door open and found you standing on the threshold… it still hit like a solid punch to the gut.

You stood there, framed by the dim evening light. At first glance, he noticed the obvious changes: different clothes, maybe a slightly altered haircut, a new aura of confidence that hadn’t been there the last time you’d faced each other. But the longer he looked, the more the subtle details came into focus.

Your eyes were guarded. Every line of your posture was coiled tight, a testament to the anger and apprehension warring beneath your veneer of composure. Yet there was a flicker of something else—fear, perhaps, though not the kind that made people cower. No, you were more like an animal backed into a corner—angry and ready to snap if provoked.

It stung to see you like this, to sense that wariness pinned firmly on him—on them all. But after everything, maybe it shouldn’t have come as a surprise.

He swallowed. “...You look… different,” he heard himself say, the words stumbling out before he could filter them. Not exactly a graceful greeting.

You didn’t move, didn’t invite yourself in, didn’t speak right away. Your gaze flicked past him, scanning the interior as though checking for threats. A tense, loaded silence fell over the space between you.

John took that moment to really drink in your presence—the shifting set of your jaw, the slight tension in your shoulders. Every corner of your appearance seemed touched by change. Time and circumstance had carved new edges into your expression, worn away traces of softness he remembered all too well.

“Right,” he muttered, taking half a step back. His heart thundered, each beat a reminder of the countless nights he’d replayed in his mind, wondering if and how he’d ever fix what he’d broken. “Well… guess you’d better come in,” he managed, voice a touch gruff.

He waited, hands absently clenching at his sides, bracing himself for whatever came next. Because in your eyes, that guarded storm said it all:

No matter the changes—no matter the growth—this confrontation would be far from simple. And if there was any path to peace, it was through the thorns of the past.

Gaz practically bustled into view the moment John stepped back, his eyes filled with that same mixture of nerves and eager concern that made him look, for all the world, like a worried hen clucking after her chick. He made a point of keeping his hands to himself, though, not even placing a guiding touch on your shoulder as he ushered you inside. It hurt him, you could see it in the fleeting twist of his lips—he was the tactile one, the one who was always patting backs or ruffling hair when times were good. But he held back, glancing at you for permission he never quite asked.

“Let’s, uh… let’s sit down,” he said, voice low and careful, as if you might bolt at any sudden movement. And though every muscle in your body felt tight and ready to spring, you allowed yourself to be shepherded deeper into their new home.

It was different from the one you remembered—larger and more open, with smooth, polished floors and enough space for the pack to move around without crowding each other. You took in the furniture, the subdued colors, the careful arrangement of wards carved into wooden beams, half-hidden by decorative trim. Gone were the scratches on the walls, the battered couch, and the faint smell of old regrets.

You and John ended up in what must have been the living area, a modest arrangement of chairs around a low table. You eyed him warily as he settled opposite you, shoulders rigid with tension and eyes flicking to you every few seconds, as though half expecting you to vanish. Or explode.

The last time you’d been under the same roof as them… it had been disastrous. The memory tugged at your gut, threatened to churn up all that raw fury you’d tried so hard to bury.

Gaz offered a comforting smile—small, genuine—and then hurried off, presumably to fetch your favorite drink. The gesture stung more than it soothed, a reminder of how intimately they knew you, how they’d once used that knowledge to weave themselves into your life without you even noticing.

So you sat there, your spine tight, gaze flicking around the room in silence. A single lamp glowed from a side table, casting warm light onto a rug that might’ve been brand new. The place still felt like them somehow, but neater, more carefully composed—like they’d forced themselves to tame the chaos.

John cleared his throat, the sound abrupt in the hush. You didn’t meet his eyes, not yet. Instead, you let yourself breathe, taking in the dull hum of your own pulse, trying to keep your temper at bay.

When Gaz returned, he held a simple glass mug, the steam curling from its rim. He set it gently on the table beside you, then stepped back like he’d just approached a skittish animal.

“Figured you’d want that,” he said quietly, not quite managing his usual, easy grin. “No sugar, right? That’s… how you’ve always liked it.”

Your heart pinched at the memory. “Thank you,” you managed, voice stiff but not unkind.

Then silence again.

You wrapped your hands around the mug, letting its heat seep into your skin, while John shifted, a hand heavily scratching at his neatly trimmed beard. Everything in your stance, his stance, read caution.

You took a careful sip of your drink, inhaling the familiar aroma. Despite everything, it warmed you in ways you hated to admit.

Gaz hovered nearby, clearly aching to offer more comfort but too afraid to breach the fragile boundary you’d set. Johnny sat in silence, hands clasped in front of him, his eyes darting between you and the mug, like he was trying to figure out the right words to say.

John sucked in a breath, about to speak, when a sudden clatter came from deeper in the house. A second later, the back door slammed open, and Soap all but exploded into the living area, voice already echoing off the walls.

“I knew I smelled ye!” he hollered, his accent rolling with excitement. “Thought I’d lost my bloody mind, but there ye are, trouble!”

You startled in your seat, gaze darting from Price to the commotion Soap caused as he barreled in. Gaz, standing off to the side, nearly dropped the spoon he’d been holding, while Price went rigid, clearly not expecting such a loud entrance in the middle of a tense moment.

Your heart thudded once, hard, as Soap stormed forward, his mohawk back and wilder than you remembered and his blue eyes lit with an odd mixture of disbelief and elation. He looked ready to fling himself at you —until he truly took you in.

That’s when he froze. Utterly and entirely.

Soap just stared at you, chest heaving as though he’d sprinted a mile. His eyes, so vibrant with relief and excitement, carried a hint of something else: uncertainty. Because while he might be thrilled to see you, there was no denying the deep rift that’d cracked everything wide open the last time you stood under one roof.

Then another figure stepped into view behind him, and your pulse kicked up again. Simon —towering, masked, and stoic—placed a large, gloved hand on Soap’s shoulder. The sound of it landing was solid, as was the weight of his calm presence.

“Boots,” Ghost said tersely, voice low and gritty. “Mud.”

Soap blinked, jolting out of his shock. “Eh? Oh—!” He glanced down at the mud clinging to his soles, guilt flitting across his features. “Right, right. Let me just—” With a clumsy shuffle, he shoved the boots off, half-flinging them into a corner. A faint flush crept up his neck as he turned back to face you, mohawk quivering with pent-up energy.

Ghost stood behind him, posture squared. Even through the mask, you felt the intensity of his gaze. A flicker of something shone through his otherwise stoic bearing as he briefly inclined his head in greeting.

Now they were all here. The tension pressed in, thick and unsettling—like the long moment before thunder shakes the sky.

You swallowed hard, heart hammering. This wasn’t going to be easy, not by a long shot. Everything about Johnny—his frantic entrance, his wide, bright eyes—reminded you of just how different things used to be… and how much had changed since then.

Price cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the group for a moment. He looked from you to Soap, brow furrowing. “Well,” he said mildly, tension lacing his voice. “Seems we’ve got ourselves a full house.”You nodded stiffly, lips pressed into a thin line.

Full house indeed.

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nomie-11 · 3 months ago

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I Only Have Eyes for You

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synopsis: based on the song 'i only have eyes for you' by the flamingos--vi doesn't need anyone else, she only has eyes for you

pairings: vi x reader

~My love must be a kind of blind love I can’t see anyone but you~

Vi’s favorite song on the jukebox was a song you were very familiar with. On nights that Vander closed early, Powder would put her favorite song on first—a song with an upbeat tilt that reminded her of her mother—and hum to herself as she tinkered on whatever gadget she was working on. And then Vi would put her song on next.

The song’s familiar slow beat and low harmonies would echo over the empty bar, and Vi would let the sound of her favorite song wash over her, watching as you helped Vander wipe down another table, or polish another glass.

Vi leaned her shoulder against the corner of the bar, her ever-present smirk softened by the warm, flickering light of the lanterns. As the familiar opening notes of her song played, she let her gaze settle on you. You were in your own world, wiping down tables with practiced ease, your movements smooth and rhythmic, in tune with the music. The sound of the jukebox seemed to draw a small smile from you as you worked, and Vi couldn’t look away.

She didn’t need to, really—her world had narrowed down to just you. Everything else—the creak of the bar stools, Vander’s heavy footsteps, even the faint metallic clink of Powder’s tools in the corner—blurred into nothing. She didn’t care that the room was still scattered with the remnants of another night at The Last Drop. She couldn’t see the mess or the dimness of the space. All she could see was the way the light caught the curve of your jaw, the focused look in your eyes as you worked, and the soft curl of your lips when the song reached its first crescendo.

“Do you even know how distracting you are?” Vi teased softly, her voice cutting gently through the swelling melody.

You glanced over your shoulder at her, the smile now fully formed. The dim, warm lights of the bar caught the glimmer in your eyes, and Vi felt her heart stutter. “You don’t have to watch me so intently, you know.”

But Vi never stopped.

~Are the stars out tonight I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright I only have eyes for you dear The moon may be high But I can’t see a thing in the sky I only have eyes for you~

The streets of Zaun always felt alive, no matter the time of night. Neon signs flickered weakly against the haze of chem-fog, and the distant hum of machinery created an uneven rhythm beneath the bustle of the underground. But the world outside the rooftop above the bar felt distant tonight.

The two of you sat side by side, legs dangling off the edge of the roof, a threadbare blanket draped over your lap. Your head rested gently on her strong shoulder as you looked out over the skyline.

Vi wasn’t watching the skyline, though. She wasn’t watching the flickering signs or the faint glow of Piltover’s towering spires in the distance. She was preoccupied with watching you.

The way your eyelashes fluttered as you blinked, your profile illuminated by the faint shimmer of light reflected in the chem-fog. She didn’t know if the stars were out tonight—they were so rarely visible in Zaun, anyways—but it didn’t matter. You were here, and you were brighter than anything the sky could offer.

You signed, the sound soft and content as you melted into her side, into the quiet between you. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like up there?” you asked, tilting your head to gesture toward the faintly glowing haze above Piltover.

Vi hummed, leaning into you just a little. “Sometimes,” she admitted. “But I’d rather be right here.”

You turned to her, a curious smile tugging at your lips. “Even with all of this?” you gestured vaguely to the city below, its broken beauty a stark contrast to the pristine world above.

Vi reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Her fingers lingered, warm against your skin, as her gaze softened. “Even with all of this,” she said. “I only need one bright spot to make everything else fade away.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and warm, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, with a quiet laugh, you snaked your hand around her waist, pulling yourself close in to her side. “You’re such a sap.”

Vi grinned, her confidence returning. “Maybe. But I’m your kind of sap.”

The laughter that spilled from your lips was the sweetest sound she’d ever heard.

~I don’t know if we’re in a garden Or on a crowded avenue You are here And so am I~

Your lilting laugh filled the quiet night, your arms wrapped around her neck as her arms rested gently on your waist. There was no music playing, and the lights on the dock were dim, but neither of you seemed to care as she spun you in a gentle circle.

The world beyond the docks disappeared entirely as Vi pulled you closer, her calloused hands steady against the small of your back. Her grin softened into something tender, the flicker of vulnerability in her eyes betraying just how much this moment meant to her.

“Dancing without music?” you teased, tilting your head as you looked up at her. “That’s a little cliché, don’t you think?”

Vi chuckled, her low laugh blending into the hum of the night around you. “Maybe, but clichés exist for a reason,” she responded, her voice soft, but still her familiar firm tone. “Besides, who needs music when I’ve got this?”

She tapped her fingers gently against your side, her touch following the rhythm of the song that played in her mind. The one she couldn’t stop hearing whenever she was near you.

“You’re imagining that song right now, aren't you?” you guessed, catching the faintest curve of her lips.

Vi shrugged, her gaze holding yours with an intensity that made your chest ache in the best way. “Maybe I am, or maybe I’m just trying to remember every second of this so I never forget it.”

You felt your breath hitch, her words settling deep in your heart. The moonlight caught the red in her hair and the softness in her powder blue eyes, and you felt the familiar tug of warmth that always came with her being near. Without thinking, you let your forehead rest gently against hers, your movements slowing until the two of you were barely swaying.

“I don’t think I ever want to forget this either,” you admitted, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

Vi’s lips parted slightly, and for a moment, her usual bravado was gone. “Good,” she murmured, her thumb brushing an idle pattern against your side. “I don’t plan on letting it go.”

The night around you stretched endlessly, the world below quiet and far away, as though it didn’t exist at all. As you danced beneath the moonlight, her favorite song played on repeat in her head.

She didn’t need stars or music or the pristine towers of Piltover to make the moment perfect.

She only had eyes for you.

~Maybe millions of people go by But they all disappear from view And I only have eyes for you.~

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jupiter-esque · 2 years ago

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Jealousy, Jealousy.

Note: I tried Smth new w howl, pls pls lmk if u like it cuz I was half asleep as I typed this out (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

He's jealous.

It was only a quick pitt stop at the Wizard Pendragon's shop (one of Howl's many aliases) that set it all off.

A calm morning for the Pendragon's moving household was set to start and the shop needed a bit of upkeep as customers were running dry. So with the creaky floorboards all swept up and Calcifer warned to not misbehave, the clock-like magical device that hung next to the door signalled with a resounding ding and a switch in colour indicating where the castle had teleported to.

There was a long day ahead but you couldn't be more pleased.

As the hours went on Howl worked in rhythm with you as tinkering laughter was heard throughout the shop and bubbling mixtures were stirred harmoniously in cauldrons. There was a calm air to your love as he flitted around you with hands briefly coming to couch and maybe even teasingly squeeze at your hips as he passed.

"Pass me the dandelion leaves ?", He asked while focusing on the lilac fluid seeping from the side of the potion bottle he was pouring into.

You nodded with a kiss atop his freshly midnight-dyed hair - courtesy of sweet Sophie, you know she didn't mean it but you couldn't thank her more for the darkened charcoal colour that had seeped into his golden locks- and off to the ingredients section you went muttering past bottles of all sorts.

Coming back empty handed with no dandelion leaves in sight you let your eyes wander to his sprawled out form in the chair by the fire, Howl only looked up and smiled a bit disappointedly before getting to his feet and tugging on his boots.

You could already see long black feathers creeping out his cloak, predicting his speedy mode of transport for the errand.

"I'll be back in a moment sweetheart, not to worry. Markle will take care of everything."

Knowing full well the small child would've dosed off by now as he'd left to play in the fields while you both worked, you were left to manage the quaint store while Howl flew out for after a dizzying kiss goodbye and mumbles of bringing you wildflowers to carefully twist into your hair.

Then and only then did a customer decide to come in.

He was a polite young man, easily flustered and a soldier of the royal palace you noted due to the bluish uniform donning his slightly hunched physique.

He was nervous.

You grinned trying to ignore his demeanour so that maybe the pink in his cheeks would lessen.

"Ma'am, the queen has requested for a simple sleep draught from the makings of your shop.", He coughed, "please." came soon quickly after he'd recollected himself and pulling at the yellowed buttons holding his vest together.

You hid your smile behind the worn glove that your sweet partner had embroidered a pathetic attempt of a small daisy onto which you very much cherished, it felt like you were talking to a mouse rather than a fully grown man.

"Why of course."

The man...boy even, settled into a lone seat to watch you set up, eventually gaining courage to invite you into bubbly conversation that you found very boring very fast hence weren't all too interested in so short sugared-up answers were all he received.

The 'banter' he thought he was receiving on your end was honestly faked curiousity.

It seemed he was quite dim. Too dim for your liking.

His puny attempts to indirectly flirt were unoriginal and simply unwelcome.

Just as you were starting up your potion with another lame probe on the topic of the weather about to leave the man's mouth, your beloved hurriedly came in. Cheerily he was chattering on about a bird he'd been able to fly up close to in in his bird-like form.

"Oh, you should have seen it's-", Howl interrupted himself to stare at the man sat atop the brass stool across your apothecary tabletop, "feathers?"

His demeanor immediately switched.

Gone was the gentle, patient magician you were so accustomed to. There stood an intimidating wizard and he oddly felt much taller, much more powerful than a split second ago.

This was the Howl Pendragon you'd only ever heard about through word of mouth, not the one that childishly insisted to cuddle up on your ill-fitted couch or cast silly spells to jokingly make your hair stick up in different directions.

No. This was a whole different feel of a person and it seemed like the magic was almost spilling out of him in waves, you could almost taste it's electric crackling force in the air.

He felt more confident, cocky, ready to rip into this poor man down to his basic self-worth.

You liked it.

His lips twitched.

"Darling, who is this?"

Howl's voice was always deep and smooth as silk, just as it was right now, yet you were no fool and could pick up on the the roughened edges of his tone.

But it seemed like the young soldier took no notice of the emotional state of the suddenly very upset wizard in his presence. He only turning around to bow deeply in respect while stuttering out a greeting and an explanation of his presence.

Howl only had a curt nod to give as a reply and you could tell he wasn't very ecstatic have a new face in here.

If he could roll his eyes at the 'competition', they'd roll all the way to the back of his head to see his brain.

The next few minutes were tense as he only grinned tightly and came to your side to place a very domineering palm on your corseted waist pulling you in closer to his warm body, sending a clear message.

"I'm sure you've got this one little potion down love?", He said with his eyes sharply glancing to the young man that had very clearly receded back into his shell at this point.

Howl didn't even need to say a word, didn't even need to properly look at the guard for him to metaphorically back away. But of course he had to ensure he got his point across, so what else could he do but dip down to deeply kiss your lips, he was only seconds away from basically pushing his tounge into your mouth if you didn't stop his dramatic live-performance.

Nodding satisfied with himself, you huffed whispering 'show off' while he stepped back to tend to his dandelion-leaf-less potion.

You couldn't even look up at the barstool your customer sat on anymore with the intense blush covering your face and you could only imagine the agony of embarrassment he was going through.

With the potion sealed up and a-way-over-the-actual-price bag of coins thrown at the counter, he promptly escaped out the door not even bothering to check for any change.

Shrugging you turned back to glare at Howl who was innocently blinking into space.

"Was the last part really necessary."

He slowly smirked, tendrils of his magic swirling past your shoulders.

"Whatever do you mean?"

You quickly found yourself within his grasp, pressing kisses to your knuckles as an apology.

You knew he wasn't sorry at all.

Loud laughter could be heard from a distance as Calcifer moved the castle along to wherever your hearts desired.

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tickytheclock · 2 months ago

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Time to get my Faction out :D

[Wild Riders]

They are a faction of a rag-tag team of Toons. They basically travel around via the truck, Steel Stallion. They go around from settlement to settlement to do business such as selling weapons and augments as well as buying for supplies and material.

Members in the faction join via being picked up by the leader, Tinkerer. Most of them were found in tight situations like near death scenarios or even when they are at their low, some are pretty great customers of Tinkerer who just decided to hitch on.

This is their Truck, or more specifically, Tinkerer's.

Steel Stallion

Functions as a base, home, workshop, store and more. There are plenty of weapons, augments, armour, utility tools and supplies so take your time scouring through the stocks.

Operation Ichor by @slumbrr-r @operation-ichor

Relationship with other Organizations and Factions. ↓

Gardenview [Allies/Friendly]:

The Wild Riders have a very beneficial relationship with this organization, especially with those in the Forge. They supply and trade each other with mainly blueprints and materials.

The Merchant Order [Neutral]:

The Wild Riders are technically under this organization, plenty of reliable links and ties to be found there. Mainly just buying and selling goods there.

RUIN CORP [Allies/Neutral]:

Although the Wild Riders primarily go to them for...cleaning. The two benefit from each other a lot, specifically with Harmony.

Zodiac [Enemies]:

Although it's usually either kill on sight or sabotage on the sidelines, the Wild Riders have a primary goal—to make the members in there defected from the place as much as they can, whether it be through fear or convincing.

Plus it be funny if there was a revolution, watch the place crumble on itself.

Vinization [Allies/Neutral]:

Mutual connection for benefit, and a great place where the Wild Riders can get info on the Zodiac through the captured members. It also wouldn't hurt to do a bit of trading with the Retailers, helps both sides.

Hidden Sanctuary [Allies/Friendly]:

Like Gardenview, they provide each other with supplies and material, beneficial for the Builders and Defenders with materials, tools, weapons and augments and the Wild Riders with food supplies.

Overseas Commandment [Neutral/Friendly]:

These two factions don't really meet up often since they travel a lot one on land and the other on sea. But when they do, it's mostly some exchange in information and trading with materials.

The Caravan [Allies/Friendly]:

They most definitely share information as the Wild Riders would aid in giving and improving weapons and augments for better protection. These two factions travel with each other when they get the chance to, after all, there is a certain strength in numbers. Makes the trip a bit more safer.

Phoenix Coalition Organization [Allies/Neutral]:

They most certainly do have different ideals but they do have a certain goal, to protect others and stand united.

With the Defense Division, the Wild Riders will most certainly aid in their mission and especially with evacuation and waves.

At Site Omicron where the Engineering Department is, they mutually help in making even more ichor efficient and powerful tools, weapons, augments and armour.

Meanwhile at Site Thaumiel, the headquarters of the Science Department, they share data and research for more understanding and breakthroughs.

Sentinel and Wild Riders would certainly run into each other plenty of times, it's more of a competition of who does it first really and maybe form a joint operation.

The Wild Riders never truly interacted with the Diplomatic Relations Division, so just be prepared for sudden joint operations, but despite everything help is still help.

Mechanists [Neutral/Allies]:

These faction may not see things eye to eye but they certainly help each other when it's needed.

Sometimes they do come around each other via the Marauders Division in their expedition I'm which they would offer the members to hitch a ride to their destination and target.

With the Moongazer Division, its mainly exchange in material and tech, as well as maybe blueprints.

Masquerade Town [Neutral?]:

...if a single word got out to the Wild Riders that the town is nothing but Twisteds, there's going to be a massacre...

The Field [Tension/Enemies]:

...the ex-member of the Zodiacs in the Wild Riders have given intel of this organization...this place needs to be known but the risk is very much a lot.

Wild Riders mainly avoid this place because it is at risk with all the children in there...mayhaps the other factions can help.

The Greater Good [Tension/Enemies/Allies?]:

Unfortunately, they are enemies (albeit one sided) due to Wild Riders have both an ex-member of the Zodiac and partial Twisteds, maybe they could've been allies under different circumstances but this is not the case.

The Wild Riders take on a more defensive approach to the faction of The Greater Good, often fleeing, their intentions are good but their ways are flawed. But they WILL reluctantly help each other and call it truce when it comes to threats like the Zodiac, Twisteds and especially waves.

#dandys world #dandys world au #dw #dandys world oc #operationichor

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Shameless: 2/3

Masterlist Here, Part 1 Here, Part 3 here

Word Count: 6,90+

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Synopsis: Your shamelessness has gotten you in trouble with your captain, Trafalgar Law. When he sent you to your workshop, the last thing you expected was to welcome the foreign captain into your personal space. Bonding over tinkering, you learn more about a man who you reciprocates your shameless flirtations.

Notes: And just like that, part 2 is done! Sorry for the wait, but had to ensure language was perfect. First time writing for Kid split into two parts - 12,195 words (what is wrong with me).

Themes: NSFW language, flirtatious conversation, grinding against a wall, kissing, biting, licking, mentions of missing limbs, mentions of scars, shamelessness, Kid likes you, soft moments, mostly flirting, heart-pirate!reader x captain!kid, afab!reader but can be read as gn.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @cinnbar-bun

Song suggestion: What it is - Doechii

“Gah,” you scolded yourself, kicking the leg of your workbench, “I-... I am an idiot. Why am I like this?” you clapped your hands over your eyes, dragging your skin down beneath your fingertips to hide your embarrassment. You had finally found a man who was everything you were looking for, depicting your attraction to him by flirting hard with him in front of your crew. Perhaps you had come on too strong. Perhaps he found your words too vulgar, too provocative in nature to depict your incessant need for him.

You picked up your wrench and began tightening several bolts and screws attached to your latest project, ensuring everything was ready to be examined by your captain. The heat of the office became too much for you, prompting you to unzip your boiler suit and remove your arms from the sleeves, tying them around your waist to secure them in place. Grasping your heavy, woven gloves, you tightened the straps around your forearms and scoffed at your idiocy further.

“I can see why Law wanted to hide me away,” you uttered, picking up your arc welding torch and face shield, “I am an embarrassment to him and my crew.” You flicked on your speaker, melodies and harmonies roaring to life at high volume. You sighed, flicking down your mask and igniting the tip of your tool to begin welding metals together.

The music and sparking metal disguised the opening and closing of your workshop door, the looming figure of Eustass Kid’s shadowy approach ignited its silhouette and hid it from your masked view. You muttered beneath your mask as you whipped the tool away from your project, smothering the flame while twirling the wrench in your non-dominant hand.

As the melody swelled, you sang along to the lyrics and augmented your voice while tightening your newly molded bolt to ensure it was secured in place. You raised your mask over your head, plonking it down while gathering your augmented goggles to ensure your work was appropriately executed. Without turning your focus from your project, you reached behind you and began tapping your desk with splayed fingertips to search for your hammer and wire brush.

Kid watched as you expertly twirled the tools between your four covered fingers while throwing your brush in a juggling flourish to your non-dominant hand. He was left standing dumbstruck in awe at every flex of your bare back muscles, every expert touch, every hyper-focussed gaze and how your diaphragm belted the melody in perfect time and tonality. He had every intention of taking Law up on the offer of watching you work, while he used the time to taunt you with the fact he knew he could do your job better.

As he found himself watching the rhythm you set for yourself with your expertise and precision, he was left feeling a foreign swell within his chest once again. You had been shamelessly flirting with him earlier, in such a way that initially startled and enraged him. He couldn’t believe you would risk insulting him in front of your own captain, let alone the danger that came with his own pirate crew.

He continued to watch you work with your hands to create a masterpiece of mechanical art, both dangerous and violent in nature - his attention was captured completely. You were focussed, your hands tearing through metal and sifting through bolts with practiced precision. His eyes were truly held hostage, shamelessly raking over your body and unable to rip themselves away. You were perfect.

Would you look as focussed on him as he rammed his cock in your mouth? Or perhaps your brows would elevate and lips curl in bliss while he harshly snaps his hips against yours to chase your mutual ecstasy. Would your words only get more filthy the more he fucks you? Or would they turn into mewling gasps and keening groans as he demonstrated just how many settings his mechanical arm had. At that thought, he glanced down to his metallic limb, his index finger and thumb clenching together as he thought on it further.

Did you find his severed limb repulsive? You made no complaint while his prosthetic hand was circling your neck and caging you beneath it. In fact, you looked eager to receive such a violent touch from him. Your lust was depicted all over your face, never once breaking your eyes from seeking his own. You could have anyone you want, looking the way you do. Why him? Did you want him, or were you simply using him to satiate your own unbridled curiosity?

He was so caught up in his own unhinged and perverse thoughts, he never noticed you turning around and silently gasping in shock. You become immediately lost in the fact the man you were just fantasizing about was standing in your personal workshop, distracted by his metal arm by his side. You cautiously placed your tools down on your workbench, removing the heavy gloves from your hands, and leant your hips back against your desk. You hooked your ankles, crossing your arms over your chest and allowed yourself the luxury of examining him further.

The music continued to blast over the speakers, the song switching to the next with a slow fade and swell into its crescendoed beginning. Kid slowly drew his eyes away from his arm, startling himself by meeting with your eyes baring directly into his own. You flicked off the music with your index finger before relacing your arms within each other once again. You both fell into an awkward silence, neither of you truly knowing what to say to one another.

“Here to watch the show,” you broke the silence with the flirtatious hum of your voice, “Or to make good on your threat of a good time?”

Kid continued to be held in perplexed silence, allowing you to study his body a little further. ‘Captain Kid,’ you repeated in your mind. This man was a skilled captain, one your own captain deemed worthy enough to form an alliance with. You would love to get to know him further, but all thoughts swirling within your mind were as filthy as back bog water.

“They mutually exclusive?” his smirk quirked at the corner, his vibrant lip paint decorating his lips with a partially glossy sheen, “And what happened to you calling me ‘Sir’?”

“You’re in my space,” you shrugged, pouting your lips and elevating your brows, “If anything, you should be calling me ‘Sir’ in here.”

“Ooh,” he taunted with a harsh and low growl, “Cocky in your workshop, are you?” he taunted you, his tone dripping with feigned fear. His smile only grew further up his face at your agitation rising on your features, “Apologies, Sir. Didn’t mean to interrupt your concentration, Sir.”

You scoffed, unlacing your hands and allowing Kid to get a proper look at your exposed flesh. His breath hitched, catching completely within his throat as he allowed the swell within his chest to grow deeper. Your brow arched up, allowing yourself the same luxury of ogling his body with your eyes while gripping the counter behind you.

“Gonna stop spurting filth at me, then?” Kid whispered before he could stop the words from leaving his lip, “Or are you as provocative with every Nakama meeting with your crew?” You rolled his questions over your mind.

“I’ll grant you a partial ‘yes’ and ‘no’ to both questions,” you shrugged, hands still clutching the bench behind you for support, “I am known for my vulgarity, but I do have the ability to behave when asked nicely.” Kid hummed in response, choosing to not engage with the conversation further than that. His heavy boots wove past you, his focus now switching to your project behind you.

“Wanna tell me ‘bout this?” he tapped the larger, steel barrel of the base of your project. You rotated your neck, feeling a click relieve itself within the rotation.

“It’s Project Battle-Surge,” you hummed, turning and walking away from your workbench, “Been at it for a little while now, and I’ve almost got him ready.”

“Him?” he furrowed his brows, sparing a small glance your way, noticing your focus was on his metal harm hanging limply by his left side, “Alright, Sunshine. I’ll make you a deal. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” You snapped your eyes up to meet with his, watching as he bobbed his chin to shift your focus back onto his mechanical arm.

“You’ll tell me about how it was made? Show me how it works?” You asked him, your eyes widening and smile elevating to showcase your wonderment. He chuckled at your tone, his own eyes darting over to your own mechanical project longingly.

“Show you?” he scoffed, glancing over to the project behind you, “Baby, if that thing is what I think it is: I’ll take the damn thing off for you and let you have a turn.”

“There you go again; threatening me with a good time,” you cooed flirtatiously at him, testing his boundaries by brushing your fingertips along the flesh of his right arm from his elbow to his fingers. You removed your hand from his, placing it on your project, “I’m willing to talk to you about him. He’s forged for war: hopefully going to function as both a sentinel tool, and a suit of wearable armor. Just trying to come up with a name for him that’s not just ‘Total BS’.”

Kid’s roar of laughter ricocheted around the room, pumping your chest with the fluttering wings of butterflies and a flush to rise to swell your cheeks. After he stifled his cackle, he shook his head and cradled his head in the flesh of his palm.

“No, no. That’s perfect. ‘Total BS’,” he reached up to his shoulders, removing his weighty jacket and placing it on your workbench. His bare skin was exposed to you, the trail of scars running from his face down his neck, to his absent arm, down his chest and stomach holding you hostage, “I love it, truly. A perfect name for a perfect creation. Definitely deserves a little bit of knowledge about my arm.” He maneuvered his mechanical arm, flexing the wired muscles within and he began removing the straps holding it in place.

“Didn’t expect to be doin’ this today. Don’t normally enjoy takin’ the damn thing off and on again,” his brow focussed, teeth clenching as he sucked in a strained breath while removing the prosthetic limb from his stumped flesh, “But I think you’ll get a kick outta it.”

For each spurt of ‘Total BS’ from you, Kid would reflect knowledge about his mechanical arm. As you powered your mechanical man on, Kid showcased how to use his arm; how he tended to it and kept it in top condition.

As the minutes turned into hours, your buzzed rapport continued to get more and more excitable. You felt both on edge and at ease beside him, both as passionate about this particular interest as the other was. Your brilliant and enthusiastic smiles were reflected within one anothers, both allowing the giddiness to rise within you and prolong discussion about your mechanical wonders.

All of the questions were ‘the right ones’, all of the excitement was founded in ‘the right places’. You both felt drawn into each other, leaning into each other's warmth; your bare flesh brushing with his as if you’d known him for a lifetime. As you sat with Kid’s dismembered prosthetic in your lap, fawning over the intricate designs and pieces; he was just as enamored by the large suit of armor you had skillfully created.

He snuck a few hidden and weighted glances at you, heart swelling with longing. He craved how you’d feel beneath his hand, how you’d taste on his tongue beneath his painted lips. He felt his body draw itself closer to yours in each passing moment, as a magnet collided and stuck against a metallic force. He wanted you so desperately, he could barely contain his incessant need for you.

You stood, bending over to lift the heavy arm and place it down on your workbench - Kid’s eyes shamelessly following the plump curvature of your covered ass as you stooped. The material of your boiler suit dipped seductively with every step, Kid’s dangerous swelling growl beginning to click and crackle in his chest the longer he stared at you. You hummed thoughtfully, finally completely understanding the concept of his arm, picking up a polishing cloth and shining lacquer.

“It looks like you haven’t taken it apart and re-welded the underbolts for a little while,” you added with a frown while poking at the bolt with your prongs, “Did you want me to take them off, clean it up a little bit,” you waved the towel, flicking it out to ensure it was clean and sanitary, “I could solder it back together for you when I’m done, if you want.”

Kid was startled, his loud voice no longer gracing the air with its presence. Being met with his silence, you turned around to face him, cocking your head to the side as you studied his face. His expression was not easy for you to read, vacant with a small aura of violent aggression rising in his eyes. Reading it as cause for offense from one tinkerer to another, you quickly straightened your stance, holding your hands out and frantically waving them in front of you.

“No, no, no! I didn’t mean to offend you” you attempted to suck back in your words, desperately craving to build your rapport with this tinkerer-captain you had grown to admire, “I just figured, since you’re in my workshop, I’d offer my body to be put to good use for you.” At that comment, you mentally slapped yourself for your unintentional double-meaning.

He straightened his spine, swooping forwards and lumbering his hulking form over your smaller body, caging you beneath his powerful aura. You squeaked out a small, shocked peep when he grasped your left arm within his right palm, thumb, and large fingers. Stooping forward, he forced his forehead to forge against your own and pushed your body backwards until your bare flesh met with the cool of the metal wall.

“You want me to put your body to good use?” he hissed out a low growl through clenched teeth, “You got it, Sunshine.”

Without a further word, Kid surged his face forwards and claimed your parted lips with his own. There was no subtlety, no timidness, and absolutely no hesitation to be found against his lips. His body burned with violent passion and intensity, brows furrowing and sucking in a harsh inhale of sharpened breath through his pointed nose.

His teeth bit and bruised your bottom lip, tongue pushing past your lips and dominating yours without restraint. He raked his tongue sloppily against your own, sliding it throughout every inch of your parted lips you exposed to him. You responded to his unrestrained passion by hooking your arms around his thick neck, weaving your fingers in his red hair.

Stapling your hips with his own, you felt deliciously hopeless and caged between his body and the metallic surface of the Polar Tang’s steel walls. You tilted your head up, allowing him to claim all of you he wanted to with his lips, body, and desperately grasping hand. Angling his stumped arm against the wall, he dragged his fingers harshly down your bicep and halted at your hips. He aggressively circled his arm behind your waist and violently clamped his fingers and thumb over the bone of your hip and hoisted you effortlessly within the air.

You parted your legs and hooked them over his hips, your feet joining at the ankles to anchor your body against his. He growled against your lips, nipping harshly at the corner of your mouth and jaw; before leaving a fluttering trail of crimson lip-paint and pinching bruises down your neck to your rapidly beating pulse. You gasped as he clamped his lips, teeth and tongue over your flesh - whimpering as a particularly harsh bite found purchase against your neck, prompting your eyes to flutter shut.

Crying out your desperate longing for him had a rumbling chuckle vibrating against your neck. Every action he surged against you had your craving for more of his unwithheld brutality, both satisfied in receiving his touch and longing for more he could give to you. He rolled his hips against your own, feeling the growing hardness produced beneath his leathery pants.

Your thoughts became more filthy the longer you focussed on what more he was hiding away from you, prompting you to grind your covered body against his own in response. Kid groaned, rutting into your body further by pressing you into the wall to inhibit your ability to do anything other than take what he was giving to you. Opening your eyes, you glanced down at his face as he began to nip and suck at your collar bone.

The scars reflected silver within the darkening hum of false, electrical light. His eyes were closed and brow deep in concentration as he focussed on marking you with his mouth. You followed the trail of his scar down his neck to his shoulder, mapping your way down to his absent left arm. Every part of him was beautiful to you, the lightning marks of heavy violence depicted on his flesh showcasing how much he endured in his past - and how strong he was to overcome it.

Sensing your shift in focus, Kid halted his marking and looked up into your eyes, noticing their fixation being solely on his missing limb. He sucked in a deep, angry breath through his grimacing teeth and his brow slunk lower in agitation.

“You that bothered by a missin’ arm, Sunshine?” he growled through clenched teeth, your eyes immediately snapping over to meet with his own, “And here I thought you liked me.” Your pupils were blown with lust, lips parted and panting and cheeks flushed with a rising warm heat.

Without hesitation, you slowly revealed your tongue to him and used the pointed tip to lick a long stripe up his scarred flesh. Refusing to tear your eyes away from his, you swirl your tongue against his skin and map the scar with your mouth in open and passionate kisses. Once making your way up his bicep and neck, you pressed a chaste and playful kiss against his scarred cheek quickly with a smile.

“Not at all disturbed,” you chirped happily with a flutter of your half-hooded eyelashes, “I like you,” you angled your head, brushing the tip of your nose with his own, “And I am prepared to show you how much I admire every inch of you you’re willing to share with me.” Eustass Kid gulped a dry swallow of air in an attempt to return the saliva to his mouth.

“F-Fuck,” Kid gasped, awestruck by your promiscuity and provocation alongside your cheerful disposition. You giggled at him, pressing another hasty kiss against his scarred cheek, trailing a flutter of your lips over his injured eye and back down his face again to the corner of his lips.

“If we start this,” he began, gaining your attention back on him, “You’ll tell me to stop if you can’t handle it, won’t ya?” he whispered against your lips, anchoring his hips against yours to pin you in place while retracting his hand from your waist to caress your cheek. He bore his intense auburn eyes into yours, angrily growling, “Answer me.”

Your eyes widened, lips falling apart in shock. Pulling your face away from his, you unwove your fingers from his hair and secured them against his shoulders, leaning your face and nuzzling it into his calloused palm.

“Yes, Sir,” you whispered against his palm, pressing a gentle kiss against the warm center of his hand, “But understand this,” you cautioned him, eyes turning serious as you met with his own, “There’s a lot I can take before I’d ever dream of telling you to stop.”

Eustass Kid groaned at your words, hunching forward to sink his teeth once more against your clavicle. He knit his fingers against the base of your hair, tugging it back to expose more of your flesh while rutting his hips against yours. You mewled for him, taking each violent act of unbridled passion as it came from the hulking figure between your thighs. Each cruel bite, lick, suck and kiss burnt heavenly against your skin; pumping your blood to elevate your pulse with every ministration from Kid.

As he licked a dangerous and intentional stripe along the crevice of your cleavage, tracing the curvature of your breasts with the tip of his tongue; the speakers roared to life with Trafalgar Law’s bored voice depicting orders through the powered system.

“All crews and captains return to the top deck. We’ve docked, mealtime set and are waiting. Come and get it.”

Both you and Kid groaned in frustrated unison, feeling as pent up in lust as one another. You hooked your arms over his shoulders, pulling him desperately closer to your body while pressing heated kisses against his temple and hairline. He panted, enjoying each moment he spent within your arms and between your legs.

Whether he was ready to admit it or not, Eustass Kid had not experienced such a willing and enthusiastic lover to welcome him between their parted thighs in such a long time. The way your chest heaved with panted breath, your lips hungrily seeking out more of his skin, while your fingernails raked down his exposed flesh had his breath hitching and blood rushing to every crevice of his body. He was reveling in each moment you granted him - every worshipful touch, and every kiss you peppered him with.

He could not comprehend how someone so intelligent, someone so skilled with their craft, clung to him with such lustful passion. If given enough time, he could truly see himself partnered with such a person as you. A fellow tinkerer; a person as nasty as he was with vulgar language and promiscuous expression.

“We gotta stop, Sunshine,” Kid growled into your jawline, pressing his lips to vibrate against your jugular, “C’mon, your captain’s given’ ya orders.”

“And here you were offering me an out, Sir,” you gasped, tracing his cheek with your parted lips and playfully nipping at his cheek with your teeth, “Do you want to stop?”

He groaned again in frustration at your words, eyes rolling back in his skull while he attempted to harbor his restraint. He pressed a dangerous roll of his hips against your own, testing both his and your willingness to part from one another. As you mewled a cry of his name, he truly realized he was the one that needed to break off this encounter with you, in favor of maintaining his Nakama with the two crews.

“Are you that shameless you’ll make me be the one to call off this little tryst to bring you to dinner?” He growled, tugging on your hair to withdraw your lips from their lustful attack on his painted skin.

“Yes,” you gasped out, grinding your hips down onto his hardening cock beneath his tight pants. He groaned both in frustration at your admission, alongside the fact he truly did not want to part from his place between your legs to attend something as boring as a formal dinner.

“Fucking hell, Sunshine,” he cursed at you, biting at the flesh of your neck while grinding his hips up into yours, “At this rate, I’d take you to dinner just to fuck you on the dining table in front of everyone.”

“Please,” your begging tone cried for him. His eyes widened in shock, tearing his face away from your skin to glare at you. He was perplexed, unsure if you were truly begging for him here and now, or if you wanted him to claim you in front of the three crews engaging together.

“Are you that shameless? You’d let me claim you in public like that?” he groaned into you, his grimace splitting his face in a puzzled expression.

“Honey,” you spoke, your voice cutting through the air like a guillotine with its precise clarity, “I’d likely tell Bepo to run first, but my crew already knows how much of a freak I am,” you surged forward, a playful nip pressed against the tip of his nose, “It’s your crew I’d worry about. Also, the Straw-Hats,” you confessed, pressing a trail of kisses against his temple, cheek and corner of his lips, “But I have demonstrated my incessant shamelessness to them in the past.”

Eustass Kid saw red. He, immediately, felt a surge of need to understand exactly what you had showcased to the Straw-Hat crew prior. If it was the flirty chef, that was fine by him - that blond flirts with everything that moves. He had even witnessed him flirt with a feminine-shaped tree in encounters past. If it was the green-haired swordsman who felt your touch, experienced your lips against his own - that was something else entirely.

“Who,” his gruff growl through clenched teeth hissed at you. You took your bottom lip between your teeth, feeling the ignition in dangerous passion within the taut flex of his muscular shoulders. After taking a moment to collect your swirling thoughts, too wrapped in the feeling of Kid’s scorched flesh pressing against your own, you uttered your answer to him.

“Roronoa Zoro,” you gasped, soothing your fingertips against his shoulders and holding him firmly against yourself. You felt the swell of jealousy form within Kid’s biceps, trapping you beneath them by caging you further against the wall. He thrust his body forwards, his lips colliding with the sensitive flesh of your shoulder and clamping his teeth down in a punishing brutality.

“It was only one time,” You cried out, pain melding into pleasure at his rough bite.

“And I’ll make you forget all about the one time when it’s my cock splitting you open,” he growled against your neck, his tongue darting out to soothe over the vicious mark he claimed against your skin, “You’ll likely forget how to walk, too. Gonna need to be carried everywhere.”

“You offering?” you managed to gasp, feeling Kid’s lips travel higher up your neck to trace the trail of lip paint and bruises back up to meet with your lips. As he continued to bruise you with his passionate and violent kisses, the powered system roared to life with another dictation from your captain.

“Once again: All crew and captains are required above deck for meal time. Final warning.”

Kid’s rumbled growl vibrated your skin beneath his lips, his hips pinning you completely against the wall once more as he argued with himself whether he truly desired tearing himself away from you in this moment, or claim you completely within his arms. Should he not conclude the pleasantries with the two crews, would it truly mean the end of an alliance between the three ships?

“Dinner first,” his voice reverberated its rumble against your flesh, “fucking after.” You whined at his promising confession, squeezing his hips between the firm grip of your thighs.

“Promises, promises,” you gasped your irritation, as you allowed him to shepherd your feet to the ground with his right arm. He groaned his own annoyance into your cheek, kneading the flesh of your waist once more within his palms.

He looked down at your body. He admired the art he had created on your flesh: marks of his trailing lip paint emphasizing every bite and kiss he had bruised against your skin. As his eyes met with yours once more, he witnessed the depiction of his future within their rotund irises. He found you incredibly beautiful, every aspect of you flawless in make.

“By my side for dinner?” his brow cocked up at his request, his fingertips locating his heavy coat alongside his prosthetic limb. As he equipped himself with both objects, you adjusted your uniform over your shoulders and zipped up your boiler uniform.

“Your side?” you asked him, turning to face him. Your fingertips found his collar, adjusting the fabric against his throat, “You think you could pry me off your lap to simply sit beside you?”

Although remaining stoic externally, Eustass Kid was enthusiastically screaming internally. He couldn’t believe your willingness to be by his side: A Heart-Pirate crewman showcasing their lust for a foreign pirate captain they had only just met. Although only spending a few hours together, Kid never wanted to part from you. He was already formulating bribes he could pay Law with to buy your loyalty away from him.

As your eyes once again met with his, he realized there was truly nothing he could find, buy, or create to pry you from your crew. You were theirs, but he wanted you so desperately to be his.

You drew your thumb up to his lips, soothing over the smeared paint in an attempt to fix its smudge to rejoin his lips instead of spilling over his lips. You bit your lip and furrowed your brow in concentration while joining your other hand on his face to fix his skin and hair. He chuckled at your fruitless attempt, raising his right hand to brush over your cheek in an almost loving gesture - pulling you from your concentration.

“Don’t fuss so much,” he purred down at you, raking his index finger from your high cheek bone to the corner of your lips, “Let ‘em know.” As you were about to reciprocate your desire for him back into his face, Law’s frustrated growl cut over the speakers once more to alert you of further instruction.

“Can the tinkerer of the Heart-Pirates and the captain of the Kid-Pirates return above deck for the evening meal now.”

Both you and Kid laughed while hastily adjusting your uniform back over your shoulders, his clothes and his mechanical arm to fix once more on his own bodies. As you approached the door, you were momentarily held in perplexed shock at the extension of Kid’s right hand reaching out to collect your left within. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, desperately seeking out one more moment of your touch against his flesh.

You smiled down at the floor, bashfully smoothing the fingers of your left hand within Kid’s right and allowing him to lead you above deck. You both hoped this meal would be as brief as it could for you to find yourselves clutching at each other’s flesh once more.

As you approached the upper deck, you witnessed the amount of effort thrust into the air at the rambunctious dining experience provided for you. Rows of collaborative seats and dining settings were ornately decorated, shined silverware Law hid away for special occasions were set perfectly in front of each of the crewmen awaiting your presence. You sheepishly met your eyes with your captain’s, the swell of disappointed disdain present within the yellowed irises.

Apprehensively, Kid released your hand from his, he marched over to find his place amongst his own crew and the two other captains, leaving you to to fall in line with your own crewmen. Although words of spoken intentions requesting you by his side for dinner, as soon as your eyes met with the amber hue of Trafalgar Law’s abrasive agitation, you decided immediately against it.

Sitting between Shachi and Ikkaku, opposite from Bepo and Penguin, you felt their eyes burning into your marked flesh. You chose not to speak, keeping your eyes fixed on your captain as he elevated his tankard - relaying a long winded toast to the three crews meeting. You elected to not engage with the gestures attempting to wave you away from your concentration from Ikkaku, Shachi and Penguin. You were the picture of innocence and obedience, refusing to tear your eyes away from your captain as he continued on with his speech.

Law’s eyes met with yours, briefly trailing down your face, neck and torso to follow the bites and lip-paint from the foreign captain plastered vibrantly against your skin. You smiled up at him, the picture of angelic and sinless appearance as he stuttered over his final words of the speech.

“May our three crews find balance and harmony over these upcoming weeks,” he concluded, elevating his tankard and prompting the crews to do the same, “Now let’s eat.”

“Yes to food!” Luffy cried in glee, enthusiastically piling an assortment of meat onto his tray at the final utterance of Law’s speech. You refused to meet your crewman’s eyes, turning to Bepo and asking him to pass you the pressed, buttery, herbed potatoes; as if it was the most natural and normal thing in the world.

After you all began gathering elements of your meal on the plate in front of you, you felt multiple eyes fixed on your body from all sides: your crewmates with their questions pushing against the walls of their lips threatening to break through like water through a dam wall. Zoro, with a wide smirk showcased on his lips and eyes narrowed in on the marks, also held unspoken commentary he desired to tease you with. Your Captain’s brimming intensity fuelling the ignition of rage beneath his features prompted your silence to remain exactly that. Silence.

Whereas Eustass Kid, sitting beside his loyal first-mate and the other two captains, sought out your eyes to ask unspoken questions he craved the answers for. The one at the forefront of his mind was: “Do you wish to continue?”

In lieu of providing an exchange of words or gestures to those around you, you coyly flicked at your plate with the silvery fork; humming along to the melody formerly blaring from your workshop speakers. Seeking out a slice of the pressed potato in your fork, you slid it onto your fork before wrapping your lips over the crisped edges.

You continued to hum while eating your meal, shoulders dancing in a subtle shake in approval while you chewed your food. Aside from your upbeat humming, you consumed your meal in silence while your closest friends attempted to seek out your attention with their eyes - pleading to be privy of the happenings occurring behind closed doors.

“You’re really not going to say anything? Not even a denial of ‘nothing happened’, or a small ‘It was good’ if something did?” Ikkaku whined at you, leaning forward on the heel of her palm and pouting her lips into her skin, “After all that, nothing?” You sighed, placing down your utensils on the table and seeking out your napkin to clean your face.

“Nothing happened,” you shrugged with your lips pursing. You took a moment's pause, allowing a delightful shudder of the memory of what occurred a few moments prior. You picked up your fork and placed your utensil within your lips before removing it with a quick ‘pop’, uttering, “ And it was good,” you sarcastically reflected back to Ikkaku. She scoffed, toying with her own plate of food with her lips curling up at the corner.

“You climb him like a tree?” Shachi grunted out, mid-bite of a roasted carrot. You giggled out a string of quiet laughter while shaking your head.

“Didn’t get the chance to,” you shrugged after finishing with your laughter, “Can you pass the meat?” Penguin elevated the tray of meat, your fingers brushing against one another as he passed the tray to you.

“Gagged, choked, and flogged?” Penguin attempted to disguise his question with a gruff cough, hiding his blush from view with the shadow of his cap. Your lips cracked into a large grin, again shaking your head at the question.

“Thank you, Penguin,” you uttered, taking the tray and placing a few pieces of meat on your plate, “And I wish.” You passed the tray on to Bepo, who hungrily piled several pieces onto his plate before passing the empty plate onto the bench behind him.

“Then what did you do?” Ikkaku asked, her elevated voice woven with exasperation. Zoro’s attention never left your body, only pausing to raise his sake bottle to his lips as he read your lips of every confession.

“We talked shop,” you shrugged, your fingers grasping the tongs within the plate of fried broccolini, fishing out several pieces of the wilted vegetable and placed it on your plate, “He’s an incredibly skilled craftsman, and it was a delight to hear him speak about his passions while sharing mine.”

“Bet that’s not all he shared of yours,” Ikkaku muttered under her breath, raising her fork to her lips with a knowing smirk, “Your neck looks like an animals been at it.”

“Yeah,” you sighed with a whimsical longing falling from your lips, swooning at the amount of marks Eustass Kid had littered your body with his passionately violent embrace. Your crewmen burst into an uproar of contagious laughter, prompting Zoro and Nami to follow suit once your hushed conversation was relayed to one another.

After you all conclude with your meals, the conversations float to the next time you all get to sing, dance and drink with one another, before you witness Eustass Kid rising to his feet. The chef of the Straw-Hat crew had only just begun serving dessert for the three Nakama crews, but this did little to halt the departure of the captain of the Punk-Rock from his place at the table.

Without meeting your eyes with his, you rose to your feet and placed your silverware atop your emptied dining plate and dusted off your thighs while straightening your uniform. You turned to where Trafalgar Law was sitting on the table, giving him a low bow: wordlessly questioning whether it would be permitted to be excused. Elevating your eyes while rising from your stoop, Law’s blushing cheeks and gritted teeth shook alongside his head with a curt, and swift, nod in affirmation. You took a moment to stifle the rising squeal of joy in your chest, before turning to address your ‘brothers in arms.’

“Goodnight, crew,” you turned to wink at Ikkaku before adding, “Talk to you in the morning, if I manage to find a leg to stand on.”

As you walked over to the archway of the Polar Tang, you halted and waited for the heavy bootsteps falling behind your own. At the jangle of metal belt-chains, the weighted thump of shoes and the subtle purred growl of the captain of the Victoria Punk stalking behind you, your shoulders shuddered in anticipation. You felt the subtle pull from his metallic left arm caging your waist within its iron grip, pulling you to face him against his torso, while simultaneously leading you back to your workshop below decks.

Both of you were buzzing with giddy lust simmering within your chests, swelling with the rise of passionate desperation for one another. You giggled, reaching down to touch the cool metal claiming your waist within its circular grasp.

“Are you that keen on me that you couldn’t finish your dessert, Sir?” you quirked your head to the side, noticing Eustass Kid’s predatory grin penetrating your flesh beneath its searing intensity.

“Why would I eat something artificially sweet when I can eat you?” he purred, his head waving to the side as he leant down into your ear, licking the outer shell, before uttering, “Gotta see how loud I can make you scream while I trap your pretty cunt against my face.” He lovingly reached his right hand down to claim your left, elevating it to his lips and gently brushing his painted lips over your knuckles, “You think your neck is the only place I’d be keen on licking, biting and kissing?”

Where Kid expected to be greeted with a squeak at his vulgarity, he was met with a similar amount of crass speech. Your eyes innocently triangulated between his own, fluttering down to meet with his lips before focussing back on his auburn irises.

“You think I’d happily sit still on your face?” you sung your intentions to him with a musical tone, “Not while I’ve got a whole throbbing and hard cock in need of my attention below your pants,” you fluttered your eyes down to his belt before slowly raking your eyes up his chest to find residency on his face.

Gauging his reaction, you continued uttering your vulgarity sweetly up at him, brushing your fingers over his jawline and trailing them down his exposed chest. Your eyes followed your fingers, gleefully swooning at the elevation of puckered flesh shuddering to life beneath your gentle touch.

“The real question is: should I take your belt off with my fingers, or would you prefer I use my teeth, Sir?” you halted your touch, your eyes snapping back up to gaze longingly into Eustass Kid’s auburn eyes.

“T-The fuck did you just say?” Kid breathily gasped into your ear, truly being perplexed with his ill-preparation for reciprocal vulgarity.

“You heard, Sir,” you teased him in return, lips pulled into a sultry smirk while reaching your index finger up to trace his angular jawline, “Fingers or teeth?” After taking a moment to straighten himself, Kid leant down to your face, gazing at you through half-hooded eyes and growling his response.

“Teeth.”

#one piece #x reader #op eustass kid x reader #eustass kid #op eustass kid #heart pirates #kid pirates #straw hat pirates #zoro #nami #eustass kid x reader #shachi and penguin #trafalgar law

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northopalshore · 9 months ago

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Zendaya birth chart analysis

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Additional asteroids mentioned: Fama (408), Adorea (268), Charisma (627), Aura (1488), Fan (151590), Juno (3), Great Attractor, Part of Fortune

In this post, I will be writing down and explaining some aspects & placements in her natal birth chart to better understand her character as well as fame indicators in her chart.

Aquarius (7° libra) 1st house

Aquarius risings tend to have longer body proportions. Slender, and unique something you notice about her immediately is her height, her hair colour, accessories & her forehead. Their heads may seem a bit larger in proportion to their body i.e bigger forehead, wider face. Their personality will stand out in the crowd as they are not afraid to be themselves in any given situation.

ex: I had an aquarius rising friend back in high school she would be giggling uncontrollably even during assembly to herself for some joke she had in her mind. Zendaya has always stood out in terms of personality. Back when she used to make videos on Vine everybody loved her lip syncing to Beyoncé's "YONCE" but she was just excited to hear her favourite song playing randomly on the radio & decided to post the video. It was just her, being her.

With the libra degree though, it brings a lot of balance into her appearance. Not to mention she's extremely beautiful! Not everyone will agree with her ideas and that's alright to her. She's not the type to judge others for their opinion.

Saturn (5° leo) retrograde in 2nd house

This is can be seen in the chart of someone who didn't grow up with a lot of money. Both of her parents are teachers (work with children as leo rules the 5th house 5° 5 see? ). She'll have to work very hard to earn money. With saturn in retrograde and with the leo degree she always had the ability to gain a lot of money through her talents in the acting/ performing field. She has worked in the entertainment industry for YEARS before gaining mainstream recognition. And from a very young age (since then gaining a massive amount of money through acting) She found financial stability through her talents. Since her second house is in pisces, I think she probably has dreamt of affording all the best things in life and has never stopped working towards it. Her career also started off catering to children aka the younger audiences acting in family friends/kid shows.

Moon (7° libra) in her 3rd house

She has a very close harmonious relationships with her siblings. She could feel like she can never live without them as they are a source of comfort. She'll tend to rationalize her emotions, always trying to tinker with logic and how she feels. She'll find herself looking at her feelings from an outside perspective often. She was also close to her mother during early school years ( her went to the elementary school her mother taught at: Fruitvale Elementary School in Oakland) Most of her siblings will be much younger than her.

Taurus 4th house

She grew up in a very harmonious household. Very safe, loved and cared for by her parents. She didn't move homes/ left her birth place meaning her childhood was spent where she was born. There were no arguments or fighting that took place in her home aside from maybe "Who ate my snack?? I was saving that for later!"

Venus (24° pisces) in the 6th house

She could feel like her childhood was very work centric. However, given that this is Venus I believe she really enjoyed working in a sense. She was passionate about it. It may have caused a lot of fatigue, trauma & anxiety even as a child, but she this was what she truly passionate about regardless. A perfectionist placement in terms of beauty, art, talents.

Mars (25° aries) in Cancer 6th house

Similar to venus. She focuses a lot of her energy into working towards her dream. She worked with a lot of female figures, with friends & family ( also a lot of her early gigs involved family sitcoms ) she usually feels very safe at work. She knows she is always working with people that she can trust. She is also a perfectionist. She feels that everything she does must be perfect. Combined with her venus she'll take her acting very seriously, she will not feel satisfied until her performance meets her ideals.

Aura (23° aquarius) in Gemini 5th house

People are very drawn to her unique, genuine energy. She's seen as this fun loving, talkative, passionate, sometimes very stubborn person that everyone wants to be around. She exudes this rebellious magnetism. People feel like she's always doing something different in comparison to other actors for example. They'll see her as more of a friend than a celebrity. People feel like they will never be bored with her, she's always doing something exciting!

edit: there was a previous typo 23° aries instead of aquarius. It's fine now.

Fan (21° Sagittarius) in Leo 7th house

Her fans love her for her talents, she attracts fans from all over the world and people of different cultures & ethnicities. Her fans will also be very invested in her love life i.e love to see her in relationships. They genuinely want her to be happy in her love life. Her spouse/partner could also ber her biggest fan!

Fama conjunct Saturn

It took her time to gain a following, but when she does gain fame it will stay. You will see her name written down as one of the most prominent stars in Hollywood.

Fama retrograde in 2nd house

Same as conjunct saturn honestly.

Fama trine pluto

Explosive fame. It took her a while to get into mainstream media but when she did she changed the game. Her career has shifted into a more mature state as she's now taking more adult roles in her career.

Part of fortune (4° cancer) in Libra 8th house

She'll have a lot of luck in rebirth & transformation. She might be very lucky in high stakes situations. She's likely to live a long and healthy life. She'll perform better in adult or taboo roles, gaining more abundance through those roles. She'll be able to take on more emotional roles with complex character relationships. (i.e her roles in Euphoria & Challengers gained a massive amount of attention)

Mercury (3° Gemini) in Libra 8th house

She could love to talk about taboo subjects. She's not afraid to point out the things that hurt her, or things that bother her close relationships. She will be the person to talk to them through hard times. She's a loyal friend and whatever secret you tell her she's taking them to the grave.

Pluto (0° the purest form) in the Sagittarius 10th house

She will be very attractive. Whatever she does the spotlight will be on her. The public will either love her to death or hate her with every bone in their body. She will garner the attention of people worldwide. People in her field can be very jealous of her magnetism. She'll easily gain power and recognition throughout her career. A revolutionary, a trendsetter, what more can I say?

Adorea(11° aquarius) in Sagittarius 10th house

The public will adore her for her ability to stay authentic and genuine. She is also loved through the internet, the media. People will adore her in videos or anytime she's on screen.

Great Attractor(13° aries) in 10th house

She is a force to be reckoned with in her career. The great attractor being in the 10th house is one of the most powerful, magnetic and influential placements a person could have. She will be loved by the public, she will always attract attention throughout her career. People loving, adoring, praising & wanting to follow you. Ex-USA president Barack Obama has this placement too!

Chiron (14° taurus) in 8th house

People will look to her for comfort. She has the ability to heal other people with her presence. She may have had some uncomfortable experience with physical touch, or is generally uncomfortable with people she isn't close with touching her. I don't want to get too deep into this placement but she definitely has some trauma surrounding the 8th house.

Chiron trine ascendant

She might have had some insecurities concerning her looks in the past, people might have bullied her for the way she presented herself or just her appearance in general. However this placement also allows her to overcome those easily. This also gives her the ability to express complex, gut-wrenching emotions of her face. Great for acting. She's able to showcase the characters soul.

Pluto conjunct MC (26° taurus)

This usually means her image will be very public. You'll see her face & her body everywhere. Her career involves a lot of photos being taken for magazine covers, interviews and whatnot.

Jupiter (7° libra) retrograde in Capricorn 11th house

This means she will get a lot of luck with friends, and social media. She will be very popular online. Since it is in retrograde however, there was a delay in achieving that big blow up on the internet ( compared to when she started her career).

Neptune (25°aries) retrograde in Capricorn 12th house

This placement can be seen in individuals with prominent or severe mental health issues/ trauma. She can feel very depressed at times, feeling alone, feeling detached from people around her, feeling shunned. The aries degree indicates that this has started to develop from a young age. She was very shy when she was younger. Her parents even had to attend a class on raising introverted children. I've read multiple articles addressing her openness on talking about her trauma. "She felt that stress that came with being a child actor, feeling anxious and always delivering out of fear that people will lose interest. "

Uranus (1° aries) retrograde in Aquarius 12th house

This is very similar to neptune, in a sense that this stems during early childhood. She felt very alienated from the rest of her peers. She could be insecure about her personality, or her uniqueness. She doesn't feel like she truly belongs.

Sun trine Jupiter

She has a very big personality. People will notice her wherever she goes. Popular & beautiful. Taller/bigger than the average height/ people notice her height.

Saturn trine uranus

Her internet presence will be very long lasting.

Venus opposite uranus

She's the type of person who'll want to express her fashion through unconventional means. Lady gaga has venus trine uranus I keep thinking about her iconic meat dress lol. Since it is opposite in Zendaya's chart, it's more like a double negative in a way. You have Uranus but also you're going against Uranus. Which means she'll love to dress up in a unique uniform type of way.

ex: in every opening/event she goes to she will always match her outfit with her character/the theme of the movie. Extra in a tame way so to speak whereas Mother Monster, well.. is anything but tame.

Charisma sextile MC

She is seen as someone very charismatic throughout her career.

Zendaya's birth chart:

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***disclaimer: entertainment purposes only, reader discretion is advised***

Thank you for reading ♡

@northopalshore

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plumbogs · 1 year ago

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You're both in aspirational failure because you just had a baby despite fearing it. I don't think another one would fix it, but what do I know? They also only had One simoleon to their name this morning because they spent every last penny on a crib.

yippee :)

#sims 2 gameplay #wanda tinker #stephen tinker #harmony tinker #i think i need to shorten my adult lifespans. they feel like they go on for way too long. but it might just be me #i'm also pretty sure wanda is already pregnant again. that toy shop is NEVER getting profits

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fashionteahouse · 3 months ago

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i wonder - edward cullen x reader

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Your parent opened the door and widened their smile. You stood there as they pulled you into a hug.

“I’m so happy to see you.”

You smiled in their embrace.

It was transforming into autumn.

They look behind you.

“Hi, Edward.”

He was polite.

Right before it was dinner time, he left, claiming that he had to go do something for his family. Claiming that he would be right back.

“So…You two are…Back to together?” your parent asks. You pick at your food as you nod.

“When did it happen?” they ask.

“After…After the competition…” you admit quietly.

“You look….Good, Y/N.” they say as they look at you. You give them a small smile.

“I’m going over to Charlie’s tomorrow if you want to tag along. Maybe see Bella?” they suggest.

You shrug lightly, “Sure.”

You found the old keyboard that was previously taken away.

At night, you and Edward tinkered around. Trying to create harmony together as you now had two keyboards in your possession.

“Do you want to come with?” you ask after you both lounge in your bedroom.

He thinks about it but you could tell he didn’t want to say outright no.

“You don’t have to…If you don’t want to.” you say quietly.

“I would like to but, Bella already had suspicions of me. Me coming around would just reignite whatever she thinks.”

You take a good look at him.

“She likes you.” you state quietly. He looks to you. He calmly makes a small grin, “Many do.”

“Could you read it from her mind?”

“I can’t…Read her mind…It’s as if she has no thoughts at all.”

You look away as you lean against the pillows instead of him.

“Before I came…You would’ve chosen her…Instead.”

His eyebrows furrowed, “Why would you say that?”

You take a shy glance at him, “I’m sorry…”

“Just tell me…What makes you feel this way?”

“Did you take interest in me because of my whispering mind? Just be honest.” you say very quietly.

“Y/N…” he says as he takes one of your hands in both of his and gives you a warm grin, “What’s the first thing I asked you?”

You look down at your joined hands.

“You asked if I play…”

“Then…You looked up at me…It was you who almost knocked me off of my feet with just one look.” he whispered, “I felt an instant connection….”

You slowly look at him. He was sincere. He searched your face. You leaned back into him.

“We can’t get rid of each other.” he says in your ear. This makes you laugh a breathy laugh.

“Good.” you say to him quietly as he rubbed his hand down your arm.

“I’m not going to lie…I miss my favorite senior.” Bella says shyly. Both parents were in the living room.

“Aw, I’m touched.” you say with a grin. You watch as she goes to grab her keys.

“They’re not much company…I’m going to the beach..Come with?”

“Sure.”

You both talked, the shyness lifting as she drove past the Welcome to La Push sign.

You saw two figures on the beach. It was windy enough to raise goosebumps, but you were confused by the fact that none of them wore at least a jacket.

You and Bella sat on the rock as you both watched the waves.

“Wow…That’s so impressive.” she says after you tell her your latest achievements.

“Thanks.”

“I can’t wait until graduation…I think I’m going to move back with my mom.” she tells you. You nod.

A pair of familiar eyes came into view. You tried to ignore them, but he kept staring.

“Do you..Do you know him? Because I don’t.” Bella noticed as she whispered.

“Somewhat…” you say as you look down.

“Oh…He’s coming over here.” she stated and you pop up and look at her, “Wait, what?”

She looked ahead and he stops in front of you.

“You couldn’t say hi?”

“Didn’t think you would like that.” you state, not looking at his face.

“Who’s this?”

“Bella Swan.” you answer.

“Who are you?” she asks him.

He says his name and he leans against the rock. You watch as he lingered his gaze on her. Her face slowly started to flush as she peaked at him.

“Are you back for good?” he then asks you.

“Just passing through.” you boredly state.

“Oh…So, what school do you go to?” He then asks Bella.

“Forks. You?” she answered back shyly.

“On the rez…” he says. He then looks behind him as he groaned a bit at the two figures who were now looking at him.

“Do you know them?” Bella asks.

“I wish I hadn’t.”

“Why?” she asks with a soft smile.

“Cause they do that shit.” he says, they were staring as if they were waiting for him, “They’re so annoying. It’s like they’re a cult. I wish they would fuck off.”

You and Bella both chuckle out.

“Come on. I don’t want to be here..” he then says, his tone dripping in discomfort.

“Where would we go?” Bella asks as she’s already getting up. You look at her with a hidden smirk.

“Away from them.” he says and she’s following him, she’s looking at you to do so as well. Your name was called by an unfamiliar voice. It startled you.

“Later.” the boy says. Bella shoots you a worried glance but you tell her to go ahead, reassuring her that you were going to be okay. Two muscle bound people were now in front of you.

“How do you know my name?” you calmly ask.

“From Cullen.” he states. He said as if it was a curse word. Your heart drops.

“Yeah? And?” you retort, feeling defensive over him.

“And you should stay away from them.” he says.

You scoff, “Why should I listen to you….? I don’t even know you.” you say and turn but the other boy beside him says, “Wait. Just hear us out.”

You cross your arms.

“You know me..You have seen me…I was in the woods with you.” the man speaks.

You rack your brain as you travel back to that day and you look at him. He stood tall with authority.

“You’re…The black wolf..”

He nods.

“I’m Samuel Uley. People around here call me Sam…You got involved with the Cullens. I’m warning you to stay away. While you have the chance.” he says.

“You're designed to kill their kind…Of course you want me to stay away.”

“Because they kill people.” the boy next to Sam says as if it were the most obvious thing.

“Did you guys not read your own treaty with them? As long as they don’t eat humans, you can’t kill them. Guess what? They do not eat humans.” you say with slight jazz hands for effect.

“A human shouldn’t be involved with them in the first place…I, as a protector, can’t just let someone leave off with them. You should stay here at home. It was assumed by me and the tribe when you left town, that they had something to do with you leaving. They all left right with you.”

“Yeah, because I had a piano competition. If they were going to hurt me, they would’ve done so by now.” you say with an unserious attitude. It all felt ridiculous.

“You don’t understand. You’re playing with fire.” Sam says feeling a bit frustrated.

“If I was, I wouldn’t gotten burnt by now.” you say.

“Y/N…They’re bloodsuckers-”

“Look. I don’t know either of you. I suggest you both leave me alone. You’re even messing with other people, watching them to join whatever you two got going on. You turn into a large animal.”

Sam huffs out a small breath of anger through his nose, “Jared here, has the same destiny as me now. All because of the vampires, like the Cullens, in the area, it triggers the trait.”

“The Cullens has nothing to do with that. We were gone. Don’t worry. We will all be out of your hair by the time the weekend ends.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket.

Alice.

“Look, I gotta go.”

Sam grabs your arm, you would’ve been offended but his eyes screamed desperation. You look to him. His body temperature was hot. It felt like he had a fever.

“Please. We’re protectors. This is us protecting. Just stay away from them. Live your life as a human should. Cold ones do nothing but dazzle a human. Everything about them pulls their prey in. You think you two are in a healthy relationship, but he’s a leech at the end of the day. You don’t think he’s going to turn you into one of him eventually? It’s either that or he simply kills you.” he says in a hard tone but it was thrown across patiently.

“Yeah..Look, Sam is right. A cold one is not going to fall in love with a human..It just won’t happen. You’re just simply under his thrall. You feel like everything is good, everything is safe. You can’t help it, it’s natural to fall under it. Our wolves understand them well.” Jared says quietly.

You look at them both. You take your arm back and you walk away. You shove your hands in your pockets and go in the direction you had seen Bella in.

You walked closer to the soft laughs and talking.

“Hey. What were they over there talking to you about?” Bella asks.

“Nothing…They claim they haven’t seen me around before.” you say. They both believed you.

“Are you ready to go?” Bella asks you.

“Yes. Yes, I am.”

You watch as Bella shyly tells him that she will call him. You’re mind was running a mile a minute.

When you and Bella get back, Edward’s car is in her driveway.

“Whoa..Nice car.” she says as she looked at it and she then opens the front door.

Edward was immediately at the doorway pulling you into his arms. As you heard Bella greet her dad in the living room, you quietly heard him breathe you in, as if he was calming himself.

He steps back. His eyes darken. You’re worried.

“Edward, what’s wrong?”

“Where did you go?” he asks suppressing his voice from being angry.

“La Push-“

He grabs your hand, you’re immediately outside.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” you coo to him as you watch him brace himself against his car. He was on the brink of losing control and he was doing a good job of keeping himself together. It took some time but he eventually says it.

“You smell like them.” he says distastefully.

“Who?” you ask in a small voice.

He clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut before saying, “Y/N, please get in the car.”

“No. If you’re…If you feel this way from me smelling like them, I don’t want to make things worse.”

“Alice couldn’t see you…I really need you with me right now. I need to see you.” he says and he touched you, almost as if he couldn’t believe that you were real.

“I��m right here.” you whispered as his fingers heavily smooth over your face, your eyes slightly closed.

You speak again, “I will wash it off when I get home.”

He doesn’t budge to let you go. His gaze almost scared you and you didn’t want either of you to be scared.

“Edward, please?” you ask in a quiet whisper.

In a flash, he’s opening his car door, still staring at you as if you were going to disappear. You stand outside until he eventually leaves.

You scrubbed your skin immediately when you arrived home with your parent. It seemed as soon as you put the last article of clothing on, that’s when you saw the door twist open.

“I don’t feel safe with you going there.” he says to you after a long embrace. His eyes were the liquid gold that you were used to.

You nod as he pressed his lips to your face.

“I only went to the beach with Bella..I didn’t know that they would be there.”

“There’s more of them….I knew it.” he observed as he sits on the edge of your bed, pulling you in his lap.

“Yeah.. You were right.” you say as you caressed his cheek, “The boy…That I met on the beach…Claims that they’re watching him. He thinks they’re like a cult or something.”

Edward doesn’t say anything. You look to him. He blinked at you plainly.

"He has a thing for Bella now. No need to worry."

"That's not what I'm worried about...You've been around him. He can turn into one at any given time."

"Edward-"

"If anything..Were to happen to you, I wouldn't know what to do with myself." he says.

"Nothing's going to happen." you whisper as you hold his head to your chest, his arms tightened around your waist. You two stay like that for some time.

“Can I tell you something?” you ask quietly.

“Anything.”

“Will you promise to not get upset?”

“I promise to try to control my emotions.” he said.

You get out of his lap and only sit next to him. His hand is now firm on your thigh as you stare into his gaze.

“The wolf…The black one in the woods…His name is Sam.”

His eyes closed as he slowly turns away from you.

“Nothing happened.” you say to ease future worries, “But..He only talked to me.”

He’s up and you rise with him.

“I told him….To stay away from you.”

You look down after he stated this. You couldn’t deny, he did approach you first, even going as far as calling your name.

“What’s a thrall?” you blurt out.

He looks at you. It was as if time had stopped. He slowly settled his eyes into yours. He spoke calmly.

“It’s what makes me a killer. Pulling in my prey is what I do.”

You only breathe quietly, as you looked at him. You didn’t know if you should’ve felt afraid. But, you wondered if that’s what being under a thrall meant. You wondered if it took away your fight or flight response.

“Are you scared of me?”

You swallow and you look down. But then you look back up, you shake your head. You didn’t see him move, he was too fast, but his hands held yours.

He only looks at you, trying to make out what’s going through your mind.

“Are you scared of me?” you ask quietly.

He lifts his lips only a little, but he nods. You match his expression and he cradled the side of your face.

“I’m scared of what you do to me.” he says.

“What do I do to you?” you ask, barely audible to your own ears. You watch as his eyes darken, but not in color. The jolted feeling that you felt was almost scary. Not in a fearful way, but an exciting way.

“Tempt me.” he quietly answered.

No words were said as you both soaked in each other with each other’s eyes for a while.

“What did he say to you?” he asks quietly.

“I don’t want to tell you….”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want you to get upset.”

“I’m not upset with you.”

“I know, but…I don’t want you to get upset at all. I like seeing you happy.”

“Just tell me…We should be able tell each other everything.”

You breathe out softly through your nose as you look down.

“All he did…Was try to convince me to stay here…That’s how I found out about the word thrall…He claims that why I feel so……It doesn’t matter. He basically says it’s why a human and a vampire shouldn’t be together.”

“Do you believe it?” he asks.

“….No.” you answer softly.

“I don’t believe it either.” he says.

The next morning, your parent needed to run to the grocery store. You offer. Edward offered to come with.

As he put the bag in the car, he taps your shoulder.

You look at him, he discreetly points to a woman. You follow his eyes. A woman who could be someone who lived in La Push. She had the same distinct look of them.

She got out of her car. Large slashes were on the side of her face. You held back a gasp. You wondered what happened. They were a reddish pinkish color. They looked recent. They weren’t fully healed but healed enough to where she didn’t need to bandage them. She was beautiful despite the damage.

She walked with her keys, you could tell by her walk, she felt self cautious of people who looked at her. A large man, held his hand out to take them from her. She drops them in his hand. Sam then was right next to her. Keeping a protective arm around her and he looked right in your direction. Glaring right at Edward. It was Sam.

“Y/N, get in the car.” Edward says darkly but you know it wasn’t for you. You look to him, glaring darkly at the man who told you to stay away from Edward at the beach. You watch as Edward slowly start to get angry.

You open the passenger car door, seeing that he’s still giving Sam looks that could kill.

“Come on, Edward.” you whisper encouragingly. You then lower yourself and sit down in the passenger seat, hoping he would follow suit. He finally followed you in the car. Smoothly, but steers away fast out of the parking lot. As you looked out the window, she grabs Sam’s arm as she goes to enter the store. Sam’s eyes never left the car until he entered as well.

You slowly turned to look at him with a commiserate look. He gripped the steering wheel, glaring at the road as if he wanted to kill it.

“Do you know her?” you ask in a whisper.

“No..I don’t…But, she’s a sad example of what happens when you stand too close to one of them..She stood too close to Sam..Residents will tell you it’s from an animal attack. If only they knew the animal at hand.” he says trying his best to not talk to you in a nasty manner.

You felt bad. Your mind was flooded with thoughts of the woman. And Sam. You wondered why he warned you of the Cullens, just to hurt someone himself.

As he drove on the road he speaks again but this time it’s very calm, “I’m not trying to tell you what to do, Y/N. I’m just trying to keep you safe…I get so nervous whenever you do go to La Push. That’s why…I prefer you not to go there…Please…Danger just lurks there.”

You nod silently.

“I also…Prefer you to be careful with befriending Bella Swan…Just because she wants to put herself in danger doesn’t mean you have to follow.”

“I understand.” you say and look out the window.

You think for a moment.

“It would be nice for us to go to the beach together….I get to see your skin shine.” you say to lighten the tense mood. He grins a little, “I’m sure that time will come…Where it’s private.”

You nod with slight happiness.

It was time to leave the next day.

You and Edward made it seem to your parent that you were going back to where you had left from, but you both stayed alone with each other in Forks in the Cullen’s old home.

“Where shall we go next?” you ask as you fiddled with your keyboard.

“Somewhere cold for sure.” he says as he placed a kiss on your neck.

You smile at him, “Of course.”

Alice came to visit you both with Jasper. Her hug was tight, you told her you couldn’t breathe with a small laugh. She was excited to see you. Jasper was happy to see you as well.

“I take it you went on your mini vacation.” Edward tells his sister.

“I did. It was a good visit. They all miss you Edward.” she says with a smile.

“Im sure.” he says in a bit moody tone. Jasper chuckles as if it was an inside joke.

“I told them you were visiting them soon.”

“Why would you do that?” Edward says with annoyance.

“They won’t hurt Y/N..They’re vegetarian.” Alice stated the last statement towards you as she stayed close to you. He glared at her but her carefree nature only made him softly roll the same eyes. He sits next to you and looks at you for a moment. You look with deep curiosity.

“She’s only going if she’s working.” Edward finally says.

“Done!” Alice says with a bright smile.

“Jesus, what did you do?” you ask.

“It’s not prestigious like the one you just did, but it’s a quick competition that you can go to. Just like the small ones you did back home.” she says happily. You look to Edward.

“Do you want to do it?” he simply asks you and waits for your answer.

You nod.

On the way to Alaska, Edward told you the history behind their family’s relationship. How loyal they were to each other, being allies to battles when needed.

The coven was formed by a woman named Sasha. Transforming the women you were about to meet, Tanya, Kate, and Irina.

“Are we going to meet her too?”

“She’s dead.”

“Wow..What happened?” you blinked.

“She created an immortal child, their brother, Vasilii…It’s against the law with our people, to create immortal children. They will easily reveal our secret to outsiders.”

“I can only imagine…The tantrums were that great, huh?”

He cracked a smile.

“The law? Who’s the police in your terms?” you then ask.

“The Volturi.”

“Are they vegetarian as well?”

“Sure, if hell freezes over.” he says and you both chuckle.

“For reason, I would’ve thought.”

“Sure they uphold the law, but they live a chaotic lifestyle themselves. They show no mercy. It’s just for the best to be on their good side unless you’re asking for a death sentence.”

You nod in acknowledgment.

“So, which members have powers?”

“Kate and Eleazar.”

“Only two?” you ask. He nods.

“Kate has a power where she can project painful jolts throughout her body with touch. Eleazar has ability identification. He feels the powers of others and is able to detect what they are.”

“Electric jolts.” you say.

“Yeah.” he says.

Eyes took in the remote scenery. It looked surreal by how beautiful the nature looked. The coven really reminded you of the Cullens in a way. You know understood why they considered the coven to be their cousins.

It seemed as though they knew that you two were coming. Four women and a man. Their eyes shined with liquid gold. They embraced Edward, telling him how great it was to see him again. One of them with strawberry blonde hair, tried to keep Edward in a hug for too long before he forcibly detached himself from her.

They looked at you with great curiosity. You felt small in a way. Edward held your hand with a tight grasp.

“A human.” one says with a grin.

“A choice indeed.” the woman with the strawberry blonde hair with an accent says. She steps to you, looking at you with interest.

“What’s your name?” she asks. You tell her. She looks at you and to Edward, it was soft grin, almost flirty. She looks to you, “I’m Tanya.”

The other one with long pale blonde hair, straight as corn silk, who seemed very laid back, gives you a side a hug, “I’m Kate.”

“Y-You didn’t shock me.” you say in surprise. You hear the perfect sounds of laughter surround you.

“It’s only for battle.” she says with a humorous grin.

“So, Edward here has told you about us?” Tanya asks, almost honored.

“A summarized version.” you say.

“We only heard that he met someone. How nice to finally meet you.” the woman with black hair says to you with a warm smile. You find out that her name is Carmen. The man next to her, who you presumed to be Eleazar, stared at you with such concentration but yet you felt he was trying to figure you out. He says a friendly hello.

“That’s our sister, Irina. Don’t feel bad about her stand-off nature. She’s only missing her lover.” Kate tells you in the cozy home as Edward went off to set your belongings in a guest room. You nod, “I get it.”

“You might know him. Laurent. Carlisle says he’s an acquaintance of his.”

You nod, “When we were playing baseball, Laurent and his coven came.”

“You were playing baseball? With them?” Irina asks. You look over to her, nodding, “I was just the ref with Esme, but me and Edward had left when they joined the game.”

“Why?” Tanya asks.

Edward speaks then, “You’re all set Y/N. Are you tired?” You turn to look at him and he interlaced his hand with yours.

“Come on, Edward. Let us get to know each other.” Kate says in a carefree manner.

“Yeah. You want to pull her away when things had gotten good.” Tanya says and Edward displayed an impatient attitude.

You suppressed a smile as you then chose to tug him in the direction of the room that was provided for you.

“It’s going to be easy. Do you want to practice today or tomorrow morning?”

“What? Teacher Edward is giving me a choice?” you say humorously, he gives you a handsome smile.

“Well, I won’t seriously practice until tomorrow but I will still tinker about.” you continued.

“Okay.”

You look at him and he could tell you had questions. He knew that you couldn’t ask because of the lingering ears.

“Do you want to explore with me?” he asks quietly. You nod with a slight smile.

You both sat in a beautiful field. You could see the tall mountains from afar. Just absolutely breathtaking.

“Where is Laurent? You didn’t want to come here because he was here.”

“Take one guess.” he says and you match his grin.

“Mm…He went to kill a human.”

“You’re kind of right…Him and Irina were hunting together. She lost him. She’s not a good tracker.”

“She misses him.” you state as you remember her hint of sadness that was imbedded in her face.

“She does.”

“So….Eleazar…I must’ve rubbed him the wrong way…”

Hearing his laughter, you look over, twitching your own mouth as his laugh started to tickle you.

“What?” you say with a slight chuckle.

“Why would you rub him the wrong way?”

“I don’t know….He kept staring but…Like…Did I do something?”

“He was only figuring you out. They have no problem with having you around.”

“Okay.” you say and look back towards the distance. You chuckle under your breath, “Okay…I’m not jealous of Bella Swan..But I have to admit..I’m jealous of Tanya. Did you two used to date or something?”

“God, no.”

This makes you bubble out a chuckle, “I seen the way she looks at you. The way she acts around you.”

“Tanya is Tanya.” he says and shakes his head.

“She’s beautiful.” you say and you grin at the look he gave you. He seemed to not be interested in hearing that.

“She’s so lustful, it’s off putting…If you two were to talk, you will know my claim is right. I only ask you to only take what she tells you with a grain of salt.”

“Noted.” you say and pull your knees to your chest.

In the morning after a study session of the piano keys that was in the home, Edward leaves off to hunt with Carmen and her husband Eleazar as Kate and Tanya came back in with Irina.

“Oh, hey Y/N.” Tanya says as she sees you at the piano bench. She plops next to you. You smile and reply a hey back.

“I didn’t know you play.” she says. You nod, “Do you?”

“Yeah.”

“We heard you as we were on our way back.” Irina states quietly. You felt bad for her sorrow and shoot her a kind grin.

Tanya scoots you over with her hip and begins to play a fast combination. You look at her fingers and her self satisfied expression.

“Wow.” you breathed.

“How long are you and Edward staying anyway?” Kate simply asks. There was no ill intent, just a simple question.

“I’m…Honestly not sure. I’m here to go to a competition soon so…”

“I can be your coach if you want.” Tanya says with excited energy.

“No, Edward is my teacher. I can’t cheat on him.” you say playfully and walk in the direction of your spare room. You see that Tanya and Kate follow you.

Tanya looks at your ring. Her eyes shine like the blinging jewelry.

“Have you two did it yet?”

“…..Did what?”

You thought she was talking about marriage.

“Sex.”

“Tanya.” Kate says and muffled a chuckle.

“What? This looks serious.” she says and lifts your hand. You felt embarrassed. A thought of you and Edward performing such activities haven’t really crossed your mind. You just liked being in his presence.

“That is a nice ring.” Kate comments.

“No…We haven’t.” you answer as you take your hand back.

Tanya looked shocked and then she laughs, “Edward really hasn’t changed.”

You nervously laugh with her. Mostly in hidden confusion.

“Ignore her.” Kate says.

“What? It’s not like it’s something that one should be afraid of. It’s natural.” Tanya defends.

“What did you mean that Edward hasn’t changed?” you ask her.

“She throws herself at him. It’s why the Cullens haven’t settled here for long.” Kate rolls her eyes and Tanya gives a somewhat shocked look, “I wouldn’t say I throw myself on him. Pursuit is the classy word.”

“Admit it, Tanya. You do.” Kate says and Tanya shakes her head and turns her attention on you, “He hasn’t done it with anyone.”

You don’t say anything. There wasn’t much to say.

“What about you?” Tanya asks curiously.

“Um….No…I haven’t really…” you say and look down with embarrassment, “Plus, it wouldn’t work. I’m a human and he’s a vampire after all. It’s not like we could do anything anyway.”

“It can be done.” Tanya says as she looks at Kate, who wore a smug expression.

“But, you guys are like…Strong..” you say as you take a look at their heightened beauty.

“That’s why you have to go slow. Well, he would have to go slow…but, you could help him with that. Slow and steady wins the race after all.” Tanya tilts her head with a smile.

“I bleed and then what? He will drain me.” you say.

“Not everyone bleeds on their first time. Especially when you’re properly aroused.”

You felt a pit in your stomach. The thought of Edward making you feel that good..You shake your head to dismiss such thoughts about lust.

“Am I about to get a sex lesson from vampires?” you joke.

Kate laughs lightly.

“You should if you’re dating one. We know the do’s and dont’s of intercourse with human men. It’s not like Edward would ever come to us for advice anyway.” Kate says quietly.

You look at them both with curiosity.

Tanya chuckled to herself and says in a playful tone, “We’ll talk more.”

Tanya and Kate was then leaving out of the room as Edward walked through the doorway. Immature giggles were made and it made you feel even more embarrassed.

Edward shuts the door as he rolled his own eyes.

“If they’re too much for you, just scream for help.” he says to you as you both embrace.

“They’re not…I didn’t know Tanya could play as well.” you say to steer the subject of what you were really thinking.

“Yeah.” he says unimpressed.

“She’s really good.” you say and he counters back with, “She a pig head.”

You nudge him, “Don’t be rude.” you scold him in a hushed manner. He takes your hand and sits down with you.

“She only learned and had gotten good after she turned.”

“Still.” you say quietly, feeling bad.

“At least the kitchen isn’t going to waste.” Irina comments as you and Edward finished making a dish for you.

Edward pulls out a chair and you have a seat. You watched as Irina kept looking out of the window, checking her phone. It was abnormal to your eyes to see a somewhat anxious vampire.

“When are you turning her?” Tanya bluntly asks as you pause your playing from the question. The day was young and you and Edward got started with practicing right away. Tanya came in as soon as the keys were being played.

Edward huffed softly a bit, “We can’t focus with you in here.”

“No need to be uptight. It doesn’t seem like Y/N doesn’t mind me in here.” she says as she goes to touch his arm but he dodged her touch. She sniggered.

You look at her with a neutral expression, “I need to focus.” Edward slowly brings on a smirk.

“Alright, alright.” she says holding up two defensive hands. She’s out of the room.

“Alright.” Edward says and tells you to start from the top.

You miss a key. Edward makes way to place his arms over you, telling you how the certain part goes. Your heart quickened by the close proximity.

“Got it?” he softly asks. You nod. He placed a kiss on your cheekbone, you felt yourself get deliciously nervous.

You play slower than the initial tempo and he noticed but he didn’t say anything. You just wanted to focus but your heart wouldn’t slow down.

He placed two hands on your shoulders when you were finished. You completed the song without any hiccups. You sat still as you blinked at the keys.

“Why slow?”

“I um…I wanted to make sure I got it right. I’ll speed it up.” you say nervously.

“You don’t have to be nervous. You could do this in your sleep.”

“It’s not….This…” you whisper. You felt his hands leave your shoulders and your eyes closed as he sits down next to you.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks and wraps an arm around you, scooting you close to him.

“You’re killing me.” you whisper. Your body jerked at soft kiss he gave you on your ear. You shoot a playful glare at him and he’s grinning from ear to ear.

“Should we pretend we’re not together..So you could focus?”

“God, no.” you say.

“Let’s take a break..I have something to tell you anyway.”

You follow him and you slide off of his back, sitting in a beautiful landscape away from the house.

You sit as the breeze dance on your skin.

“Eleazar..Said something that was interesting.”

“Hm?”

“Why your mind is like whispers.”

“Oh…”

“He’s not too sure..But, the real reason Tanya asked when I was going to…Change you…Was because he says you might be able to…Project…Voices into other people’s heads. What’s crazy is…He says it has the potential to drive someone insane mentally, which he thinks is what makes it so gripping.”

“Really?” you ask but not immediately. He nods.

“Is it like a malicious type of thing?” you ask.

“Yes and no. Personally, I think it’s good to defend with. It would be nice to hear what you’re thinking, but he just said voices. Is it a collective of your voice? I just wonder if it’s a thing that can do more bad than good.” he passionately says.

“So…I’m assuming..That’s out of the window.” you plainly say as after he’s spoken.

“I wouldn’t do it out of selfish reasons.”

“Not even…So that we can be together?” you ask as you look down.

“We’re together now.”

You don’t say anything after that. You didn’t want to go back and forth about this particular subject.

“Laurent should be coming back soon..Alice will tell me if it’s sooner than planned.”

You nod your head in silence.

You rise up and he holds your hand as he stared at you.

“Do the shapeshifters…Live forever as well?”

“I don’t think so. The ones that we have came across, are long dead.”

“Oh yeah..Of course.” you say.

“I want you to have a good human life Y/N. I don’t want you to change just for me.”

“Yeah..I know.” you say and give him a quick smile.

The night before the competition, Kate and Tanya joins you in your room as you fiddled alone with your keyboard. Edward was away hunting with Irina, Eleazar, and Carmen.

“You’re leaving right after?” Tanya asks.

“I think so.”

“Why so soon? You’re fun.” Kate casually says.

“Um not really.” you say with a small laugh.

“When was the last time we had a human cook in our kitchen?” Tanya asks Kate. Kate chuckles.

“Did Edward tell you when you were going to be become one of us?” Tanya asks. She really wanted to know.

“He’s not going to.”

Silence was met.

“Why?” Kate asks in blatant ignorance.

“He wants me to stay human. I’m not going to force him. I guess…I would have to outgrow him.” you say as you think about the talk you two did have.

She speaks in a language you didn’t understand and shakes her head, “He’s such a worrier.” Tanya says under her breath.

“Plus, we have to leave before Laurent gets back. He wasn’t a vegetarian when he met the Cullens and if he finds out I’m human. He might relapse if he hasn’t already.”

“I can understand that. But that should be the more reason to change you. A human automatically is in danger. Doesn’t he want to spend forever with you?” Kate says as she looks at Tanya.

“Laurent was having trouble…With the diet.” Tanya says.

“I think that’s where he veered off to. To help himself to a nice little buffet.” Kate chuckles.

“So, did Carlisle get you guys to convert to animal blood?” you ask.

“No..Tanya did. We met Carlisle afterwards, we’ve never encountered a coven that had the same diet as us before.”

“Tanya started it all?” you ask with grin and look to her.

“Why do you seem shocked that I’m good for something?” she responded and you break out a full smile.

“So like how did it happen?” you say.

“Long version or the short version?”

“Long. I want to know the details.” you say getting comfortable.

“That gives us an excuse to treat you out after your recital.”

“Cliffhanger. 0/10.” you throw a thumbs down.

“That’s why you need to stay longer.” Kate says.

“Laurent.” you remind her.

“I doubt he will come back. He already has his own coven. It’s going to always come first. I just wish Irina would look at that. I’ll talk to her. Again.” Tanya says.

Kate subtly gives off the idea to Tanya that they’re on their way back.

“Wait.” you say.

They both instantly look at you. It was uncannily clear.

“Will…Will you tell me about what Eleazar thinks about projecting…Voices into other people’s heads?”

Tanya and Kate definitely knew something as their eyes light up.

“Looks like we’re staying out late.” Kate tells Tanya and they’re off.

You didn’t hear anything for some time as you lie back in your pillows. Suddenly, you hear the door open.

You immediately sit up. You don’t even process the fact that he’s suddenly connected to your mouth.

“It’s still not too late…. Can we practice?” you ask.

He nods and lights you to your feet.

“Just because it’s small..Doesn’t mean that you can be cocky.”

You go to start from the beginning but Edward stops you.

“There’s good people everywhere. Remember that.” he says and then gives you the encouragement to play again.

The look on his face when you were executing the songs, made you feel fuzzy inside.

“Let’s get some rest.” he says to you and you’re in his arms.

You both slowly tease each other’s lips with your own, as you both lie in bed together.

You’re almost laying on top of him and his hand is a bit under shirt, touching the skin of your back.

“I love you.”

You freeze.

You move away from him and flick on the lamp. He sits up and you turn to him.

“You do?” you whispered.

“Yes. I do…” he says with a breathy but small chuckle. The gaze in your eyes made you feel like you were the only jewel in the universe.

Your heart pounded in your ears.

“I love you too.” you say confidently.

You wondered if have always felt this way. You didn’t know it was possible to be with someone this intensely.

Slowly you both lean in, crushing in each other’s lips. You lay back, his never detach from yours as he halfway hovered over you. His smooth skin let your hands skate over his body and he hooked your leg over his hip, poking the back of your knee in the process. A light sigh comes out and he immediately but gently placed open mouth kisses on your neck.

He didn’t want to, but he pulled away as you were feeling the pressure of the effects of your pressed body onto him. He was starting to feel the full effects of temptation.

You breathe heavy as you look up at him. The faint sappy smile didn’t miss his eyes. You began to fall into peaceful slumber as he held you tight.

“Okay….I have to go….” you say to him as he continued to kiss you.

“Just have fun.” he says and you nod.

The Denali Coven sat in support. You owned the stage as you worked the piano to your advantage. It was definitely less pressure than the last competition you. You felt right in your backyard.

You smiled brightly the gold medal was snug in your hands.

Your cheeks hurt when Edward gave you flowers and a smooch that he wasn’t shy about.

As you both got the car alone, Edward asks if he can take you out to dinner.

“I promised Kate and Tanya that I would go with them.”

“Go with them where?”

“They just said they wanted to treat me. Even have some girl talk.”

“I’m picking you up in an hour…After tonight you will thank me. You also see for yourself.” he says.

You grin.

Irina came to distract her wandering mind. You still enjoyed her company as you all sat high on stools at the round table. They pretended to be drinking alcohol. Every guy looked their way but they gave you their attention.

The low lights in the public setting let them be comfortable.

“A succubus…What the heck is that?” you ask.

“According to the “people”, it’s a female demon who has sexual intercourse with men to drain their life force or energy. We’re the creators of the said myth.” Kate says.

“What happened?”

They had many lovers. Some that they had fun with, some that they have developed feelings for.

Their bloodlust would win everytime. Their strength would win everytime.

“It took a lot of practice..We were always lonely after the loss of one.” Tanya says.

“That’s why I’m strongly attracted to Laurent…To me, he’s the one.” Irina speaks.

“I put together that mammals have blood. It’s like a substitute. You have a…Soda..Then you have diet soda. Enough of it, I can get used to it and I don’t have to hurt anybody else when I just want to have fun.”

You nod.

“Whenever you and Edward do decide to become intimate, just tell him slow…Let him feel your body. Specifically his hands. His fingers. Your body will react positively to him because you both love each other. He also knows the human anatomy, knowing where things are. You shouldn’t have to worry like some poor girls do when they’re stuck with guys who don’t have a clue in the world.”

You nod again.

“How many times have you had fantasies about him doing that to you?” Kate teases. Tanya waves her off.

“Anyway, Y/N, you did wonderful today. You made your older cousin proud.” Tanya says.

You snigger, “Thanks.”

“You wanted to know about your gift.” Tanya then says.

“Yes. That. I don’t understand. He said voices. Is it my voice?”

“What it seems like he described is something like inundation. I could be wrong but it’s definitely something close along those lines. If you’re going to be making people go insane, it could be powerful.” Kate says.

“Interesting. Edward told me it could be used as defense.”

“Yeah…Or you know, you could get on his nerves for fun.” Tanya says.

“Alright, I’m going to ask the guy who keeps staring how pretty he thinks I am.” Kate says.

“Which one?” you and Irina ask.

She gives you both a humor look as Tanya follows her. Irina gets up and tells you, “Sorry..I have to make sure they’re not too reckless.”

You give her a small smile.

You turn on your stool and a guy who was trying to approach you, smiled at you.

“Hi.”

“H-hi.”

“Can I get you a drink?”

“Um..I’m too..Youn- I don’t drink.” you quickly say. “Do you enjoy company?” he asks with a smirk.

You open your mouth to say you have a boyfriend but Edward is already sitting next to you on a stool. You hug him with a smile.

“You came.”

“I told you I would.” he says. He then steals a glare at the man who’s walking away. You use your hand to turn his face back to you, you press a kiss to his lips that he had no problem returning.

You sit back in your stool and he gives you a flirty grin. He pulls your stool closer to him as your legs were crossed. Both knees are touching. He almost hit the spot that made you feel sappy.

“Bored yet?” he asks you.

You look over to the men who were dying to get the attention of the three sisters.

“Yeah.” you say with a chuckle. He smiles and lets you rise up as he holds your hand.

You both sat at in your designated room. The house was empty as you both kissed each other. This time, he hovered over you, with his knee between you.

Your hands glide under his shirt, he held you extra tight as he focused on kissing you.

You take his hand and make it go under yours. He retracts it like he touched a fire. You sat up as he was distant from you.

“What’s wrong?” you ask breathlessly.

He closed his eyes and grunts a little.

“Y/N…That almost made me…”

“Sorry.”

“No it’s not you…Its me…” he whispered as he looked at you.

“Stop blaming yourself.” you coo to him as he lets you get close him again. He closed his eyes to the touch of your lips on his face.

“Come on…Play me something.” you say to him in his ear and kissed him there like how he does for you.

His hand grabbed the nape of your neck and forcibly gives you one last passionate kiss before taking you to the piano.

He sat at the piano bench and gestured for you to sit next to him. You both stare at each other silently with excited eyes.

You see that his hands were clenched on his knees. You smother your hand. They immediately loosen. He watched closely as you move his hand and put it on your own thigh. He was still but his hand wasn’t. You didn’t have to continue to forcibly move his hand and once he graced his touch on your covered center, he stands.

He faced the window.

“It’s me.” you say in defeat to his back as you stand behind him.

“It’s not you, Y/N….Its hard…This is so hard…”

“You won’t hurt me.”

He turns back around and faces you. He takes your hands in his and pulls you close to him.

“Y/N…When we make love…I want us to do it when you’re my wife.”

”…Your wife..?” you whisper.

He caressed the feel of your hands that made your breath slightly shaky.

“I want to marry you…It’s what I want more than anything..”

You’re speechless.

“I do believe that we will continue to be happy together. I want us to.”

You nod.

“I like being by your side. I like having you by my side. I like us to be partners.”

“I like it too.” you say quietly.

“I love you so much.”

“Edward.” you say shyly to him. It was overwhelming. But, it was great. You felt that you were dreaming this moment.

His thumb brushed across your bottom lip as you peer up at him. He glided his hand to cup your face, each other’s gaze felt like a magnetic pull. Contentment.

“I love you too.”

You both hug. His face buried in your neck. It was bone crushing but you felt safe. It felt like a weighted blanket was hugging you tight.

He lifts his face some, his hands keeping you in place as he kissed you hard.

You felt each other’s feet walk backwards. Your back is on the wall. This time you both take your time with letting your mouths get to know each other.

You both sighed out as you both learned the outline of each other’s lips.

His hands are flat on the wall about you as you put your arms around his neck to keep him in the kiss. You felt him hold back, you so badly wanted him to be free.

He rests his forehead against yours as he breath in your pants. Your soft pants hit his lips as both lips were so close, they could brush up against each other.

He backs away, pulling you with him and into his chest. He holds you as you heard the others come in from being out.

You greet everyone with Edward.

Kate and Tanya stood near the front door with Irina. She had a look of her mind made up.

“He will come back sister.” Kate says.

Irina shakes her head at this claim.

“I’m going to see if I can find him. I have to…I can’t stand around….” Irina then pauses as she has an idea, “I’m going to check Forks first.”

“Do you want one of us to come with you?” Tanya asks.

“I’m just going to tell him to come home. There’s no need.”

The two other sisters nod once.

As soon as she left, Edward’s phone rings.

“It’s bad. It’s really bad. Why did you let Irina go by herself? I can’t see her future!”

Tanya hangs up with a worried look.

Tanya looks at Kate and they’re immediately following the same direction that Irina went.

“Will they be okay?” you ask Edward.

“She hasn’t been gone long…” he says but he himself is not sure.

“Do you want to stay?” he asks you as you two lie in bed. You were surprised. You whisper out a yes in the darkness. He held you tighter. You wondered when they were coming back.

Two days.

You cheekily smile at Edward as you two made conversation and the look on his face transformed yours into worry.

You didn’t know if it was a good idea or not, but you follow Edward with a run as he stared wide eyed at the sight.

“Irina!” you say in panic. Carmen and Eleazar were immediately at the sight.

Her clothes were covered in blood.

She sobbed. You wondered if she relapsed on her diet. But you knew the sisters to have amazing self control for them do something so impulsive.

Her sisters carried her away. For a strong vampire, she was weak emotionally.

“What happened?” you ask once Carmen and Eleazar is already to her aid.

“Let’s go somewhere.” he says quietly.

You hold his hand as he pressed your back to his chest. It was dark, the moonlight shined down on you in the huge landscape, was something that you sworn you could only dream of.

“Is she okay?” you ask in a whisper.

“I don’t know…I don’t think she will be for a while.” he says. You turn in his arms and hold his face.

He closed his eyes as he pressed your hands to his face.

“Laurent is dead.”

“W-….What? How?” you ask.

“…He did curve his diet. He was…drinking from…A human but….The wolves got him.” he reveals.

You look down in defeat.

You crept in the doorway. Irina’s face was dissociative. She was completely devastated.

”What’s wrong?” you say tearing up. Your parent continued to cry. You barely ever heard them cry. It made you extremely worried.

“Your friend died, Y/N.”

“Who? What?” you ask.

“Bella…She lost…She…She lost too much blood.” they choke out.

“What happened?” you ask with your voice quivering, “Just tell me… What happened?”

“She was attacked by some wild animal hanging in the woods….Charlie told her not to go by herself…He told her.. I was there with Harry Clearwater when she exclaimed about animals not being bears…So many animal attacks were happening…It could’ve been one of those stray animals.”

“Poor Charlie.” you say as a few tears drop.

“I wish you were here Y/N. I need to hug you right now….I would lose my mind if I lost you Y/N. You’re my child….That was his only child..That was his only baby.” they choke out.

You stayed on the phone as they cried.

You stand in front of Edward. You dodge a kiss as he leaned in. Something that you never have done before. You felt distressed. But, you felt it wasn’t fair to him. You felt bad so you immediately place a quick kiss on his face.

“What is it?”

“Just tell me Edward….Did you know that Bella died?” you ask quietly.

He looks at you. He knew.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask in a heartbroken tone.

He stops you from pacing and he holds your upper arms, “I didn’t feel comfortable doing that. I’d rather you know from someone who’s close.”

“You’re close to me…”

Edward immediately embraced you and you didn’t know why you couldn’t cry as your face was pressed to his chest. You wanted to. You felt incredibly sad. You didn’t even know if you could handle her funeral. She was the daughter of the chief of police.

“Irina wants to see us.” Edward whispered after moments of embracing each other.

You nod and let his hand enclose in yours.

You’re propped up with him on the couch, as Irina stands in the middle of the spacious sitting area.

Kate and Tanya look at their sister in support. Carmen and Eleazar are patient.

“Y/N, you know about the wolves. Edward, I need you. I also need you to see if the other Cullens will join us.” Irina says seriously. She wasn’t as grieve stricken as you saw her last night. She instead looked determined.

Edward looked blankly at Irina, “We have a treaty with them. Carlisle will have a fit.”

“They killed the love of my life!” Irina says passionately.

“Laurent didn’t have a treaty with them. There was no reason for them to kill him. You said they know Y/N. It could’ve been a get back for a human to choose one of us.” Kate says quietly.

“I only know two of them.” you say.

“There were more than two.” she spat out in anger.

“I told you Y/N. They grow in packs.” Edward says in your ear.

“That quick?” you ask in surprise.

“Are you both with us or not. Y/N can lead us to them. They wouldn’t suspect her…Then we attack.”

“Have you talked this over with Carlisle? After all, you’re getting Y/N and Edward involved.” Eleazar speaks reasonably.

“I will make the call before anything happens.” Irina confirms.

“It’s better if you see him in person. He will only talk you out of it over the phone.” Tanya says.

Irina nods.

“Edward isn’t doing it.”

“Y/N isn’t doing it.”

You look at each other.

“And why not? If this was one of the two of you, there would be no questions asked.” Irina demanded.

“If Edward get hurt-”

“Edward is skilled in combat. I know. In fact we all know.” Irina says.

“It’s unnecessary for Y/N to get involved. The human, was a distant friend of hers.”

“I think she should. They see one vampire, they’re going to be ready to attack. Especially, after Laurent. They’re already an existing threat to us.” Tanya says.

“Talk to Carlisle.” Carmen reinforced.

As you both lie in bed, Edward asks, “Do you want to go back?”

“What do you want to do?” you ask.

“Whatever you want to do.” he answers.

“That’s not helping…I don’t know what I want to do….”

He brushed his knuckles against your cheek as he slowly blinked at you.

“I feel bad for her. I don’t want Carlisle to be disappointed in us.”

“It’s up to him in the end.” he says quietly.

Carlisle ended up coming there in the morning. With Esme.

Esme and Carlisle still showed you a warm welcome. Though, they stood side by side as they faced Irina and her coven.

“No. Y/N and Edward are to not get involved.”

“We need them!” Irina hissed out in frustration.

“We come in peace. You know that-”

“You have been our allies before. Why the sudden change now?” Irina asks.

Carlisle sighs a patient sigh, “They were other vampires. This is different. We’re bound to a treaty that we made with them. If we break it, to seek revenge, then it will disregard everything that we have morally built for.”

“If it were Edward…If it were Y/N….You would attack back.” Tanya says slowly in support of her sister.

“I’m sorry…I just won’t allow it. If you do decide to…Take action…I can only wish you the best.” Carlisle says and Esme gives an apologetic nod.

As things settled down since the decision was made, you sat alone in your room.

Esme asks if she could come in. You pat a spot next to you.

“Are you okay? I know that she was friend of yours.”

“I don’t know to be honest….I just saw her not too long ago…Why would she be in the woods after her dad told her not to?” you wondered.

Esme shows a look of sympathy.

“Are you coming back? For the funeral?”

“I don’t think I can handle that…I’d rather remember her alive.” you mused. She rubbed your back.

“That’s okay…Don’t force yourself.”

You nod.

“How is everyone?” you ask quietly.

“They’re okay. Some of us are split up. Rose and Emmett are on their own vacation.” she says.

You give her a small smile.

Edward held you tighter than never before that night. His nose stayed to the nape of your neck as you slept.

You woke up the next morning with him gone.

You rise and you hear his voice going back and forth with Irina. You try to hear as you were in the bathroom but the word Volturi kept getting thrown around.

“Don’t get them involved.”

“I will. I’m in good standing with Aro. Hell, we all are.” Irina counters back.

“Stay out of it son. It’s her decision.” Carlisle calmly says and they all look to you as you enter. Edward immediately is at your side.

“We’re leaving.” Edward says and tugs your hand before you could process the responses in the room.

You watch as he packed everything in a flash.

“I’m not letting us stay here if she’s going to the Volturi.”

“We can’t go to Forks…That’s close to La Push..” you say to him.

“I know..I know. We’re going where Alice and Jasper are.”

You nod.

Sad hugs were thrown your way. As you hugged Irina, you expressed, “If you don’t make it out alive, I will kill you.”

You got to see her genuinely crack a smile for the first time you have been there, it was beautiful.

“Keep in touch.” You also heard from the coven.

You sat with Alice as she was frozen. Jasper held her hand as he stayed concentrated on her. You held her other hand. You thought she was going to break it from how hard she squeezed.

Edward was focused as well. His eyes shifting as Alice was in an almost trance like state.

You wondered what she saw. Jasper wondered just as much as you did.

“It’s so…Chaotic.” she says after some time of silence.

“Are they…Okay?”

“Yes but…The Volturi…They…It was so…Sinister.” she whispered, “They’re going to come here after. They’re going to find out Y/N is human, Edward.”

“I’m not changing her.” he says stubbornly.

Alice looked up at him and he glared back.

“Come on, darling.” Jasper says and Alice is leaving out of the room with him as he consoled her.

“It all goes back to me.” you say quietly.

Edward kneeled and meets your eyesight, “Don’t say that.” he whispered.

“I don’t want to let you go.” you whispered to him and he placed a kiss on your mouth repeatedly. He then lays his forehead on yours as he holds your face.

“I’m not going anywhere. You’re not going anywhere.” he vowed.

You both stay in a close embrace. You knew it was for a very long time. You wondered how your life would change after this moment. You wondered if you should go home for the funeral, but you wondered if that would cause more problems since you knew that the Volturi coven were going to agree to go to war for Irina. You would have to be around the sad sniffles when you were used to the happy times. You wondered if Charlie was taking it harder than you imagined. All you could was wonder in that moment.

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