#high strung free dance

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Title: High Strung

Rating: PG

Director: Michael Damian

Cast: Keenan Kampa, Nicholas Galitzine, Jane Seymour, Sonoya Mizuno, Paul Freeman, Maia Morgenstern, Comfort Fedoke, Richard Southgate, Ian Eastwood, Anabel Kutay, Marcus Emanuel Mitchell, Simon A. Mendoza, Miranda Wilson, Corinne Holt, Olivier Raynal

Release year: 2016

Genres: romance, drama, music

Blurb: When a hip-hop violinist busking in the New York subway encounters a classical dancer on scholarship at the Manhattan Conservatory of the Arts, sparks fly. With the help of a hip-hop dance crew, they must find a common ground while preparing for a competition that could change their lives forever.

[gardenofeuryale]

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[tctmp]

High Strung Free Dance: Directed by Michael Damian. With Jane Seymour, Thomas Doherty, Daniel Nuta, Ace Bhatti. A young choreographer casts a contemporary dancer and an innovative pianist in New York's most anticipated new Broadway show.

[dreamauri]

platonic! f1 grid x gen z! driver! reader who just got into f1 but they win a pole position on their debut race and everyones freaking out bcs she won a pole position and maybe the crowd is super pissed even tho she rly deserved it and theyre all mocking / booing her angst to comfort ⁉️

♪ — 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗨𝗣 f1 grid [platonic] x gen z! fem! driver! reader (comfort) “. . . you score high on your debut but fans don't like winners”

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"Let's groove tonight! Share the spice of life. Baby slice it right. We're gonna groove tonightttttttttttt." You sang happily through the radio as you completed your cool down lap. After learning the way of the car in FP1 and FP2 and studying the track through FP3, you were able to make it to Q3 where you claimed Pole Position.

"And that is, f3 and f2 champion, L/N on pole for her debut race." You heard through the stadium speakers, headbanging and dancing slightly in your seat to the music playing in your head. "Let this groove, light up your fuse, it's alright, alright, alright, oh wowe! Let this groove set in your shoes, so stand up, alright, aaaaaaalright."

You got out of the car, dancing with yourself out of excitement. As you gently took your helmet and balaclava off, a hoard of loud distasteful noises came into contact with your ears once you took off the ear buds. Your excitement died down as you looked at the stadium and the crowds confused.

In the the corner of your eyes you saw Max Verstappen shake his finger and head no. "Who are they- ?" Your question was cut off with the answer. "Fuck you, Y/N." The crowed said infusion making you feel your heart drop between feet. Your face fell from one of happiness, confidence, and excitement to one of fear.

"Don't let them get to your head." Lewis Hamilton wrapped an arm around your shoulder pulling you away from the masses. This was nowhere near what you expected. They sang insults strung to your name and you could only plug your ears, the name your parents gave you felt tainted and stained.

Despite being pulled away, you looked back watching the source of hate with an expression of hurt. "Hey!" You averted your head to the four time world champion. "That was amazing driving over there." Sebastian Vettel ( your hero ) patted your back comfortingly. "Ignore them, your performance is too good for them and they're scared from you." You could only nod.

You sat in a chair outside your garage, watching as your team worked on the car for tomorrow. "Hey kid." Charles crouched down beside you, giving you his famous kind and warm smile. "You doing alright?" "Mhm." You nodded in reply returning his smile. Although still suffering from shock, Lewis and Seb had comforted you and shouted insults back for you ( finding you too innocent and small to swear ).

"I'm ready to go to war." Carlos came up from behind you, his hands on his hips with a frustrated look on his face. "You can't take all of them on, mate." Charles shook his head, sighing. "Watch me. Lets go, Y/N." Carlos rolled up his sleeves, dragging you along.

"Not without me." Max caught up to the trio. He was on his way to offer you a talk over a can of red bull, but the Ferrari boys beat you to him. "Cheers." He clinked his can with yours when he was finally able to give it to you.

The four of you were standing in front of the stadium of haters from the track. Carlos took your free hand 'teaching' you how to flip them off. Charles only watched interested, drinking from his water bottle alongside the red bull driver. "You think PR is going to have a hard time cleaning this mess up." Max looked at you, who was slowly gaining your confidence back with each insult you should in return.

"They're going to have a field day, mate." Charles sighed, watching you and Carlos dance together. Although this was your first time spending time with this certain collection of drivers, this was already your favourite group, one where you could feel comfortable being yourself.

Sitting in between Kimi Raikkonen and Fernando Alonso in the post qualifying press conference, you felt a little tense being one of the only women in the room and the only one with all the attention. "What do you think about the fans' reaction about Y/N getting pole."

"I think it's stupid." Kimi replied bluntly, shrugging. "I think they're scared." Fernando affirmed chuckling. "They are, they wouldn't be booing her otherwise." Kimi agreed nodding. "Y/N has a lot of potential as a driver. They know what she's capable of, and that's- that's very scary." Ferando completed laughing.

You were sitting in between the two men, a blush and a happy smile covering your face as you looked at down at your fiddling fingers. "Y/N are you looking forward to starting the race tomorrow from P1?"

"Who- Me? Uhhh . . . to be honestly, I want to put up a fight against someone, you know. I've always dreamt about winning a battle for P1." You nodded, your pink happy face grinning widely.

Maybe you should've held back a little because you were feeling pressured by all the drivers behind you. Sitting in your car at the starting grid, you felt like a goat that is going to be chased by wolves. "Relax kid, you'll be ok." Looking up from inside your car, you saw Lando who had stopped by to wish you luck.

"I'll be seeing you on the Podium, Y/N. Have a safe race." Pierre cheered as he passed by, giving you a wide smile and a wave. To say you were feeling giddy was fair, you sang songs with your team members while you waited for the race prep. "It's fun to stay at the-" "Y - M - C - A." You heard someone singing with you, your turned around in your car looking at the source of noise.

"Young man young man, are you listening to- oh sorry, Y/N." Yuki apologized once he realized you stopped singing and were looking at him. You could only laugh continuing to sing with him.

And when the time came, you were smiling as you watched the masses boo you. Throwing them the middle finger in return, the eternity of the grid copying you.

"It's lights out, and away we go!"

voice notes 🔊 . . . ( i got writing to this right away, i really liked this idea. thank you for sharing and requesting, i hope it meets your expectations )

[wwaheoh]

maid x master are overrated booo tomato tomato /hj

i want more maid x maid wlw cuz i think they're cute :3

well since we talking about maid here can i request alexandrina x shy fem junior/trainee maid, for short rina teach y/n proper etiquette as they spend time together they start flirting or something like that (y/n working for months so they know each other a bit)

sorry man I can't write good prompt :(

anyways get enough sleep, sleep good you deserve it

"The One in Which You and a Ghost Lady Fall in Love” Alexandrina Sebastiane x gnReader

a/n: decided to do gender neutral rather than female, hope you don’t mind! but feel free to change the pronouns and such in your head!

a/n²: ironically pretty bad at writing a relationship that doesn't end in tragedy

As the newest addition of Victoria Housekeeping, you had to undergo various types of training- as expected. Ranging from household cleaning to taking down Ethereals in a fast and professional manner. Honestly you sorta expected it- even having been warned as you applied for the position about the additional forms of work Victoria Housekeeping did.

Though to be honest, it was pretty fun, being given training and permission to let go and duke it out with enemies whenever the need arose. The problem was the whole ‘interacting with clients’, it was really hard not to tremble or cringe while talking, feeling as though you were embarrassing Mister Lycaon and the rest of Victoria Housekeeping just by existing.

So, you had been given more training in customer relations, with your main teacher being Miss Sebastiane- though she preferred you call her Miss Rina. She was your senior, a woman with a serene gracefulness, kind and gentle- yet not afraid to put pressure on clients who got too handsy or Ethereals that entered the property they were hired to keep. She was so kind, strong, gentle, firm, a smile that made you at ease and inspired you to keep pushing away from the mental barrier of interacting with clients. Beautiful, with soft hair framing her mature face, eyes of ruby that kept you mesmerized…

Then those eyes blinked.

Today Miss Rina had been teaching you how to dance, a semi-often requested service. For when a client didn’t have a partner- either through choice or circumstance, they would call on Victoria Housekeeping to be their partner. It happened more often than one would think.

Yet as she lead you through the steps, you had become transfixed on the older lady, still mirroring her but losing yourself in her. Something she noticed as you lost your usual unsureness, steps becoming more loose rather than the high-strung nervousness you usually exhibited.

Truthfully she was very flattered, where people usually looked at her, it was with either lust or a passing by before turning to the other workers like Lycaon or Ellen. You looked at her with love, heart stolen by her. She had her eye on you for a bit, the cuteness of your bashfulness, how you aimed to do your best- much like Corin, yet fell flat at the more mental problems. You were cute yes, but also strong in your own way, a trait you shared with Corin as well. Always aiming to protect, eyes filled with warmth even when in stressful situations.

As the two of you finished your dance, she dipped you low, holding you steady, gaze looking deep back at you.

Words escaped you, “Would you grant me the honor of going to dinner with you?” You immediately slammed your palms to your mouth- leading you to fall and hit your bum on the ground. Internally you were panicking, doing everything you could to not look at Miss Rina, hoping you didn’t ruin the relationship between the two of you, having overstepped the bounds of the work-place.

Out of your view, she relaxed, sinking down and cupping your chin. Softly directing you to look at her, you followed, puddy in her hands. “Nothing would make me happier.” With her free hand she held you by the arm, pulling you up alongside her as she moved with the serenity of a flowing river. “Tonight at 8?” You nodded, not trusting your words to be able to convey what you wanted. There weren't any words possible to let her know what you felt.

The two of you danced once more, steps in sync.

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☆• Five x reader •☆

Season 4 AU -The Umbrella Academy

A/n I'm pretending season 4 happened a lot less season 4ish- so imagine this:

Summary: After The Umbrella Academy stopped The Cleanse and saved the world, life was just as crazy as it had been before. It's Grace's 8th birthday and a lot has happened in two years for Five and the other Hargreeves, you being one of those things. Tensions are high at what should be a simple birthday party, so Five asks you to help him out. But when have you ever listened to Five?

Warnings: Fake dating, cannon typical Hargreaves chaos, fluff, no Five x Lila nonsense (but maybe a bit of drama...), no use of y/n, readers not a marigold baby (but could be), gramatical errors I'm sure, swearing etc.

•☆•

You met Five Hargreeves 2 years ago when you were a paper pusher for the CIA's cold case unit. He was rude, obnoxious in every sense of the word and irritatingly good at his job. Naturally you couldn't resist getting a coffee with him.

You only got strung along from there. Your first case that he dragged you into almost cost you your job and your life, but it also got you bumped up to your own undercover unit, where you spent your days bickering with the worst partner you could've dreamt of.

Two years later and you couldn't have hated him less, but you're trying to be civil.

"Hey Fiver, where'd you put those case files I asked you to sign off? - Mmph!!" Your words are muffled by a calloused hand covering your mouth. You squirm for freedom, your training kicking in. You look up briefly at your captor and physically deflate at the sight of him. You are tempted to scream and get him in trouble, but the look on his face makes you think twice.

"Not a word, or I swear-" You elbow him in the gut, not hard enough to hurt him, just hard enough to get a word in edgewise. His hand falls away in surprise.

You gasp for breath. "The hell are you doing you crazy mother-" His hand clamps over your mouth again. With his free hand, he points out into the lobby. You clock a Hispanic man with scraggly hair at reception. He seems to be talking to Sally at the front desk.

Based on your 2 years of experience with Five. You assume this is either a terrorist, or a family member. Judging by his overreaction, you guess family.

The man sighed at whatever Sally said to him and turns, walking down the hall towards the exit. Five frees you from his iron grip. You stumble away from him, turning on your heel with outrage written all over your face. "You need help."

He smirks, although he appears distracted. "Tell me something I don't know honey." You give him the finger.

"Fuck you. The hell was that about?" You snarl at him.

"Family business. Birthday party. Ugly, ugly stuff. Wouldn't want you to get involved. You might just mess up your nails." He mocks. Shuddering at the thought of his family.

"First of all, my nails are always fantastic. Secondly, don't bullshit me." Five quirks a brow at you. "You've been doing this song and dance with your mysterious 'family' since I first met you. You're just a coward in my book Fiver." You watch his jaw clench, taking satisfaction in striking a nerve.

"Oh. Okay, I see how it is partner. You want my crybaby, backstory? Well come 'n get it sister." He glares at you, waiting for you to accept the challenge. You scoff. This is ridiculous, you're well into your 20s, this whole thing is just juvenile.

"Can't we be more mature than this?" You plead, though sarcasm drips off your tongue with a lazy ease.

"One of us can't." He retorts. You roll your eyes. You've learned that when he gets like this, it's best to bow out for a few hours and wait for everything to return to normal.

"Okay. Okay. I'll get lost. But I warn you Fiver, this whole thing will only bite you in the ass one day." You shrug, making for the break room. He grabs your wrist.

"I hate that stupid nickname."

"I know you do. Honey." You taunt him. It's dangerous, but oh how it thrills you. He pulls you closer, your lips are dangerously close, but achingly far.

"You owe me, you know..." You watch the gears turn in his head as that look you know so well falls over his face. "An eye for an eye. What'dya say?" The smug smirk on his face is enough to make you want to smack him.

"How'd you figure that you fuckin' cowboy?" Your stomach swirls with hot, unadulterated hatred, and something else...

"Remember the Fortheim case?" He gambles, knowing he's already won.

"Okay! Okay... Enough said..." He leans back, satisfied.

"Atta girl." You slap him.

•☆•

And that little backstory, was how you ended up drinking apple juice at an 8 year-olds birthday party at a Lazer Tag joint downtown.

"Happy?" You ask Five, who's had you glued to his arm for the last 2 hours.

"Not a day in my life." He sighs. You shake your head, itching to snap back when you hear someone call his name.

"Five! Long time no see man." A gangly looking hipster saunters towards the two of you. You smile at him, you're not sure what it is, but you like him already. "Oooh, who's your little lady friend?"

"Girlfriend." You say.

"Date." He states. You and Five exchange glances.

Five clears his throat. "This is my brother, Klaus." Your partner straightens his tie, as though trying to blend into the wall and out of this conversation. Klaus hums in amusement, his eyes crinkling with silent mirth. The hippie extends a graceless arm towards Five, enveloping him in an iron side-hug.

"You'll forgive my brother. He's never been the social butterfly of our family." Klaus smiles, it's a stupid smile, but it makes your heart warm to the brotherly love evident in his gesture.

"I noticed." You smile at Five, who shrinks even further into the wall, if possible.

"So, Miss Five's Secret Girlfriend. Where did he find you?" Klaus inquires, almost as though he's speaking about the weather.

You laugh. "Oh some back alley somewhere. Nothing fancy."

"Klaus let me go." Five warns. Straining against his brothers grip. For a guy so skinny, he has incredible grip strength to hold onto his whirlwind of a brother.

Klaus ignores this demand. "Oh yes. Makes sense. Not that you look the alley-type sweetheart, I just know my brother." He winks at you.

You smirk in return. Thoroughly enjoying Fives suffering. "I guess you do."

Abruptly, Klaus releases Five, sending him hurtling backwards. You can barely stifle your giggles now. "Well, it's been a pleasure missy. You're too good for him by the way." Klaus struts off towards the food table, eyeing the chocolate éclairs hungrily.

"I agree." You say to Five, who's look of pure rage could topple buildings.

"I hate him." He scowls.

"Oh hush. He's great." You grab your fake boyfriend by the arm, tugging him towards a cluster of people talking behind a drink cooler, suddenly feeling all the more chatty.

"Five? I didn't think you'd come." Says a strikingly tall man with spiked blond hair. He glances at you and then at your hand clenched around Fives. The look of confusion on his face is priceless. "I- who? What -" Internally cackling at your newfound revelation, you make to reply.

"Hi, I'm Five's partner." Not entirely dishonest. You stick your hand towards him, he shakes it dumbly, lost for words.

"Five? A girlfriend? What, are we on a Prankshow?" Says the woman at his side. She eyes you suspiciously. "Sloane." She affirms. You nod with practiced ease.

Five looks about ready to kill. You decide to ease off some. "My other brother, Luther." Your partner growls. Luther smiles now, almost like he's somehow in on a very bad joke. He begins to say something, but you cut him off.

"It was nice to meet you both. Excuse me for a moment." You smile sweetly, heading for the bathrooms. You catch Fives deathstare. "Fiver." You wink. You cackle as you listen to the onslaught of questions and abuses from his family. Serves him right, dragging you all the way out here, explaining nothing and still managing to be the most cantankerous jerk you've ever met.

You duck behind a corner, taking a corridor that leads into one of the Lazer Tag rooms. You decide to wait until they cut the cake before you make your showstopping final appearance. You're feeling on top of the world until you feel a familiar hand clasp your wrist.

"When I said come to my nieces birthday party as a distraction, that was not what I meant."

You turn to face Five. "What, did you want us to make-out or something? Would that have been distracting enough?" You scoff, pulling your hand out of his. "You're such a prick Hargreaves, you know that? Dragging me out here as bait! What the hell am I even doing here? You've got a good enough relationship with your brothers. Why bother?"

He looks at down at his polished brogues, the lilac light from the strobing LEDs above making him look older, haggard even. "It's complicated."

"By all means, uncomplicate it."

"I- I had this thing with my brother's wife..."

"Jesus Five!"

He glares at you reproachfully. "Not like that dammit! He just thought... it was a godawful time in my life okay?" He sighs, like the weight of the confession was boring into his chest.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry like that, but we're partners Five. We don't trick each other for petty stuff." You smile. "If you wanted to ask me out that bad, you shouldda just asked." You tease.

He smiles wryly. "That obvious huh?"

What? "What?" You gulp, dumbfounded.

He laughs at you, this achingly amazing laugh that catches you, making your laugh echo his in a sweet bubble of silliness.

"I've got to have a word with my brother, but," He smiles nervously at you. That's a first. "Do you wanna get outta here?"

"Depends on what I have an itch for." You smile coyly.

"Coffee?"

"Coffee."

He winks at you. "You got it partner." Suddenly your face becomes hot, you look away, enjoying the new meaning in the word. You glance up again, ready for a comeback only to find Five absent. It was strange, you could've swarn he couldn't have gone anywhere without you hearing him go. It was such a tight space, with hartily creaking floors.

In your stupor, you made your way back to the main party area. Finding Five, engrossed in conversation with the Hispanic man from earlier. You make your way over to them.

"Don't sweat it man. We're cool, Lila's cool."

"Says who?" You hear a woman's English accent from behind a brightly coloured piñata. The Hispanic man rolls his eyes.

"Don't listen to her. We're all good now Five. I get it, it was seven years."

Five tenses. "Nothing happened Diego." Diego laughs.

"I forget what a prude you are sometimes man. Chill. But I get it, you're trynna impress your new chica, right?" Diego glances at you slyly. You squirm slightly. Five turns, spots you and huffs.

"Okay. Goodbye. I've had enough of this family for one afternoon. Come on you." He waves at you over his shoulder.

"What? What girl- oh!" Lila, apparently, peers around the piñata and laughs, the complete hysterical kind. "Never in my life..." She pats Five on the shoulder, uttering something you can't hear.

By now, there are 7 people surrounding you, all smirking like idiots. You find it endearing.

You decide to take matters into your own hands. You take Fives hand, drag him away from his family and towards the door, but not before planting your palms tenderly on either side of his face and pressing your lips to his. He gasps into your kiss but his hands find your waist eventually, pulling you into him.

His siblings jeer and catcall, but you get the sense he doesn't care anymore. You giggle into the kiss as you watch him give them the finger. He pulls away from you, stranding out to the parking lot.

You gaze fondly at the people in the lobby and give them the bow they deserve. "Thank you and goodnight!" You smile at the laughter that echoes after you as the doors close behind you.

You race to catch up to Five, who's already waiting to open the passenger door for you. "I like your family Fiver."

He smiles, "They like you honey."

•☆•

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[keehomania]

taeyong is a sub and i will die on this hill ngl!!

LEE TAEYONG led a double life, one that he was well aware of, one that he was absolutely proud of. on stage, he was a beast. he made sure to emphasize his charisma, the energy he radiated as he danced and rapped. he made sure to perform, to put on a show. he held himself together, his composure strung by threaded lies that made those who watched him perform believe that he was a force not to be reckoned with. it was exactly what he was good at, it was his job to put on a show.

when the lights were dimmed and the cameras turned off, that was when he let his true colors show. it was a gradual process, baby steps that eased those around him into the light of his personality. when he wasn’t performing, he was giddy. smiling with his members like a little kid, or entertaining his fans during his lives. it was a way for everybody to dip their toes into the water, to get a glimpse of what taeyong was really like. however, despite those glimpses, nobody would get to see him at his realest. nobody but you.

he was able to perform in front of everybody, just not in front of you. no, it was different with you. he was raw, vulnerable. instead of towering, he crumbled, he was completely and utterly at your full disposal. you could do whatever you wanted to him and he would take it. in fact, he would beg for more, that was how much he trusted you. he knew you could look into his soul and recognize his most twisted, sick thoughts, and still love him the same. it was exactly what you were good at.

“please,” he whimpered, his voice shaking with every breath he took. “hurts so good.” he was a mess, he always was, yet he managed to look perfect. in your eyes, he was always perfect. his pale, porcelain skin was glazed with sweat and spit, his lips red and swollen from being kissed by you and chewed raw by him, his eyes were glazed with the same tears that stained his cheeks, and his fingers wrapped around the stained bedsheets beneath his naked, bruised body. yes, he was absolutely perfect.

you cooed at the sight of him as you worked your fist, jacking him off at a ridiculously fast pace as more tears slid down his cheeks. “you want me to stop, tae?” your tone was condescending, low and mean, but he couldn't control the way it made his cock twitch in your hand. he knew it, and you did too. “want me to stop when you’re so close?”

there were no lies told, he was close, on the brink of cumming. again, for the fourth time in a row. he wasn’t sure how much more he could take, but he wanted to take as much as possible for you. he was willing to stain the sheets a fourth time and let his mind shut off for a few seconds if it meant you’d be pleased with him. “no,” he whimpered, his trembling hands wiping away the stray tears before latching onto your wrists. “i can take it.” it was a lie, if the way his thighs quivered were any indication, but you knew you could coax one more out of him.

“that’s a good boy, so good for me, yeah?” you cooed before spitting some more on the tip of his dick, smearing it all over and mixing it with the precum that had oozed out a while ago. if the way you praised him wasn’t enough to send him towards the edge, the way you spat on him definitely was. he chewed at his lip to bite back a moan as he bucked his hips into your fist, desperately chasing the high he was so afraid of. “so needy, thought you couldn't take it anymore.”

he shook his head as he clutched the bedsheets, knuckles whitening as he held onto the still slippery sheets. “i can take it,” he repeated softly. the sheets were slick with his cum, alongside your juices that had come together. you reached over with your free hand and ran it alongside his chest, the feather-like touch sending shivers down his spine. you smiled at the feedback, running your fingers alongside his nipples just to hear his sweet little gasps before pinching them ever so softly.

his mouth hung open at the sensation, spit trickling down his chin as he continued to buck his hips, so close to cumming. you noticed the way his fingers probed at the wet sheets, a smile gracing your face at the sight. “got your fingers dirty from the mess we made, yeah?” he nodded weakly as he traced the sticky mess. “clean your fingers, baby. can you do that?” it was over for him, absolutely over. he nodded once more as he brought his fingers to his lips, sticky with your arousal and his seed. it wasn’t gross to him, it never was. he was quick to comply, wrapping his bruised lips around them and taking them whole as he sucked the sweetness off.

the sight only encouraged you to show less mercy, your eyes darkening as you fisted his cock harder, your thumb coming up to probe the tip of his hard, red dick. your other hand remained steady on his chest, toying with his nipples as you leaned forward to make a bigger mess of him. his eyes widened as you attached your lips to his balls, gently suckling and probing at the sturdy flesh. he had opened his mouth to say something, but a silent scream fell from his lips. he saw white as he came, his entire body quivering under your touch. you didn't stop, not even as he shot ropes of sticky white for the fourth time, coating his stomach and the sheets with his seed once more.

tears streamed down his cheeks once again, sobs wracking his body from the overwhelming pleasure. you met his teary gaze as you finally brought yourself up, planting kisses all over his face. “don’t cry, baby, you did so good,” you assured him as you brushed away the sweaty strands of hair plastered to his forehead. he sniffled as you wiped his tears away, his face softening only for a second. he let himself calm down, savoring the moment while it lasted, until you spoke once more. “you can give me one more, can’t you?” of course he could, he always could.

[onlybeeewrites]

Until The Mockingjay Sings

Requested: no but I love Sejanus and angst and this made me sad

Warnings; major character death, hurt no comfort

Pairing: Sejanus x gn!reader, platonic Lucy Gray x Readers (y’all are besties)

Italicized = flashback

Word count: 1.6 k

You remember the last few hours that you had spent with the sweet Sejanus Plinth so clearly. It was a few days ago, you both had finished dancing at the Hob to the beautiful songs of the Covey. The two of you had been dancing, laughing and singing. It was a beautiful. You swear everything was so perfect.

Then he had walked you home, pressing a kiss to your cheek before leaving for the night. The small kiss from the sweet boy left butterflies in your stomach. Enough to make you smile from cheek to cheek, the redness on your face never ending. It was enough to have your father questioning his intensions, but it was all teasing.

He knew how much you cared for the young peacekeeper. As the bakers of the District, they sometimes (often) came into the bakery for breads, sweets if they could.

That’s how you met Sejanus Plinth.

Poor, sweet, foolish Sejanus Plinth.

How could things have ended so poorly? So quickly? Your mind couldn’t comprehend.

You stood with Lucy Gray in the crowd of people, near the front as you watched you who recognized as Spruce and what you had heard to be his sister. be brought up, about to be strung up on the big old tree. The two of them looked defiant, while also being horrifically beaten. Dried blood and bruises covered their faces and exposed skin. Dirt littered and stained their clothes and hair, and yet they still held their heads high. Honorable. But what had they done?

As Coriolanus’ eyes scanned the crowd, he spotted the familiar head of dark curls that belonged to his beloved Lucy Gray. Though next to her was you, Sejanus’ beloved Y/N. His heart pounded seeing your pained and confused face. You truly had no idea what Sejanus had done….maybe it was better that way anyway. Had you known you would have been up there beside Sejanus. And that would have been such a waste. He agreed that you were good, too good and too kind. Often too much for your own good. But then again, you and Sejanus had that in common. And his mind went back to the moment everything had started to gone wrong.

“You can’t show that you know or saw anything anything, Sejanus. You need to pull yourself together. If we’re all caught…they might suspect Y/N too. And you want to keep them safe right?” Coriolanus’ had asked Sejanus. And Sejanus’ dark eyes had widened at the mention of your name.

No. No, no, no, no. You couldn’t be wrapped up in this. You didn’t know anything about the rebels, or the plan of escape, the weapons, his meetings with Billy Taupe and Spruce. Would you really get caught in the middle of it all if himself and the others were caught? You had no knowledge of anything. You wouldn’t. Your life in Twelve wasn’t all sunshine, but it was better than many.

You had expressed this to him too. That you did what you could for the District. Handing out free bread to those who were starving. Often you have the Covey expired pastries and sweets when you could. You were kind. Genuinely so kind and almost too kind for your own good.

It was ironic for Sejanus to think so, but it was true. You were a good person. One of the few he had met in a long time. And he had sworn to himself and you to keep you safe. He was just about to pull you aside and ask for you to come with him. Away from the districts, to travel up North away from it all. That was until Coryo shot Mayfair. And then Spruce shot Billy Taupe. And it was all going wrong.

Sejanus quickly shook his head, looking at his friend in tears, “no….no they have nothing to do with this Coryo, you know that…” he whimpered with a desperate shake of his head. He failed onto keep from the violence. But he would always make sure you were safe.

Coriolanus nodded, keeping his hands firm on his friend’s face. “I know they don’t, Sejanus. I know. But in order to keep them safe and out of this, you need to pull yourself together. You need to collect yourself and walk back out there like nothing happened. We’re the only lose ends left right?” He asked, and Sejanus nodded again, taking a shaky breath. “Hey…we’re brothers, remember? Brothers...and I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe,”

How that would change so quickly. Coriolanus remained at the front stage of the hanging tree, his gun firmly in his hand while hearing his friend beg for him. Him. Coriolanus Snow. Sejanus Plinth’s best friend. His murderer. And Sejanus didn’t even know. You didn’t even know.

“Please…please coryo…..Coryo…” his voice repeated as he was dragged to his spot, the noise fitting around his neck as the head peacekeeper replayed the recording of the Jabber Jay. You looked on horrified next to Lucy Gray, looking around in shock.

“No….whats Sejanus doing here? He hasn’t done anything. There’s been a mistake,” you say rather in disbelief and frazzled as you watched your boyfriend struggle against the pace keepers before being brought up on stage. You listened in horror as the recording

“No….no there’s been a mistake!” You shout, all eyes moving towards your figure. Lucy Gray’s eyes widened, shaking her head. “Y/N, stop it..” she warned quietly, anxiously.

But you didn’t hear her as the crowd parted to show you. Senjsnus’ eyes widened through the tears. He didn’t expect you to be here. With all his fear he felt, what really made his blood run cold was seeing you. The panic on your face, the disbelief. He never got to tell you everything. The plan to run away together. He wanted to make sure he had everything planned out to the second to make sure it was perfect.

Sejanus wanted to tell you about the life you both could have together. A family. Away from the districts. Away from the Capital. And away from the Games.

"Y/N..." Sejanus gasped, jerking in the restraints, only to earn a warning from the peacekeeper. You weren't supposed to be here. He was scared, but he did not want you to see what was about to happen.

"Sejanus! There's been a mistake! Please!' You called out, the stinging in the back of your eyes as some of the peacekeepers moved. Lucy Gray had seen this. Lil...the girl about to be hung now had done this exact same thing when her lover had been hung. Quickly, Lucy Gray moved forward and quickly pulled you back.

"Y/N, you need to stop or else you'll be up there next," She whispered harshly as you fought her for a moment. How could you remain quiet?

"No....no...no...Y/n! Ma!" Sejanus's voice rang out before there was a sickening crack of several necks as the floor below the three people gave out.

You stared in horror through your tears as the body of the love of your life twitched and swung back and forth by rope that killed hundreds already. You felt like the whole world stopped. Your blood ran cold, and it was like someone had sucked everything from you. The warmth, the love, the hope. Everything that Sejanus had given you, the light and hope for a new and better life, was taken from you within seconds. Who could do such a thing? Sejanus didn't have enemies. None that you could think of at least. But at the moment you couldn't think as you tried to come to terms with what just has happened.

"Oh my god...Sejanus..." You sobbed, feeling your legs give out from beneath you. Lucy Gray was quick to drop down beside you, wrapping her arms comfortingly. Though Sejanus' voice continued to ring out in the air.

The Mockingjays all flew around the crowd and trees, repeating his last words, "Y/N! Ma!"

His voice was scared, desperate for the ones he had loved most. A District boy turned Capital turned rebel. you stared as the ground in horror, tears streaming down your face as your body shook with sobs and shock. Lucy Gray was gently rubbing your back but you couldn't feel it. You couldn't feel anything. Just numb.

So Lucy Gray allowed you to remain like that, sobbing until there was no tears left. Your eyes and face red and puffy, a blank and lost look in your eye. By the time you even got to your feet, a majority of the crowd had left.

"No...don't look," Lucy Gray had gently ordered, keeping your gaze down from the sight of the tree. You were shaking, and nothing like the best friend she had known. She wrapped a supportive arm around you before leading you out of the area without another look behind you both.

Coriolanus felt his own stomach churn as he had heard he snap of his former classmate, his squad member swung behind him, and watched as you had fallen to your knees in pure anguish. As the look in your eyes turned from hopeful and light to a blank and pained look. All for Sejanus. Maybe he had more of an influence than Coriolanus originally had thought. The same boy who had gotten himself into more trouble than he was worth.

The very same boy he had met on the playground when they were eight, the same boy who had given him the gum drops, the one who Coriolanus had almost died for in the arena, the reason he had to kill.

But then he had to remind himself that it was not his fault. He had to report Sejanus, he was trouble, a rebel. Sejanus had been ruining everything with his guilt and urge to help others. But that was all over now. Sejanus was no more.

Poor Sejanus.

Poor sweet, foolish, dead Sejanus.

[obsessivelyours]

First Sight

Yandere/Dark! Vox x Production Assistant!Reader

ok it’s been a hot second since i've posted but i'm back because this concept is living rent free in my mind!! this might get more parts to it, bc i really like concept (also this man has overtaken my subconcious)

tbh this part is pretty tame, but it will definitely get darker as we move along.

tw: VoxVal mentioned, ValAngel mentioned

Ok so, Vox and Val clearly have something on, and it is not monogamous whatsoever. But that song and dance is theirs, and has been for decades.

Val was a loose cannon, one that Vox knew how to soothe and entice but… Val wasn’t his. Val made that clear multiple times— he was a force to be reckoned with and Vox wasn't looking to damage the empire they've worked so hard to build.

But just think of Vox seeing the controlling relationship between Val and Angel. Vox watching as Val’s hand tugs against Angel’s chain, the latter’s eyes dazed from the addicting crimson smoke curling around the pair. Vox could see the way Val keeps Angel close, a stark contrast to his and Val's relationship.

As an overlord, Vox owns many things— thousands of souls devoted to his empire and all the money in hell. But he wanted something that was fundamentally and wholly his. Call it a desperate need for power, or maybe even a twisted desire for control— he wanted more.

Enter, you. a new sinner who Papermint just hired on as a production assistant. Vox watched as you would dart around set, carrying coffee cups, wires, and other odds and ends, all whilst obediently listening to anyone who asked.

Since you had landed in hell, you were determined to keep your head down. It was what had kept you alive, at least until your death. You learned your lesson the hard way, stay out of sight and stay quiet.

You had heard the way the people on set would whisper about your boss, about his hypnotic stare and demanding attitude. You avoided staring directly at Vox whenever you spoke, eyes averted shyly as you would hand over his coffee order and frantically skim your clipboard to ensure you did everything right. Before he could even speak, one of the production managers yelled through your earpiece. You quickly stumbled through a rushed apology and scurried off, not realizing the eyes watching you leave.

You were so high strung— so tense. Vox’s grin grew as he looked at you.

Oh, you were perfect.

From the second he saw you, he knew he had to have you. Something to break, something to mold, something to be wholly his.

It started off small, with everyone on set asking less and less of you. You even noticed some of them be... wary of you? Odd.

You started taking over requests that the higher up production assistants would usually do, placing you right beside Vox everyday on set.

Eventually you were his on-set assistant, catering to his every command. The first time he asked for your opinion made you almost jump.

You were confused at first, but the media nerd in you was ecstatic— shyly offering comments on the script or whatever he was looking at. He would hum in response before giving you a charming grin,

"Thanks, doll."

Vox knew exactly what he was doing, enticing you with sweet words and praise. And the best part was that you were so receptive. He loved the way you blushed at his compliments, or the way you would bite your lip whenever he gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze. You would hang onto his every word, listening intently whenever you were in his vicinity.

He watched from across the set at your form, scribbling away on your clipboard. You paused, as if feeling his gaze on you, eyes darting up to meet his. Your eyes widened slightly before you shyly smiled at him. He grinned back at you, enjoying the ways he would watch your cheeks turn a bit pink before you glanced back down at your clipboard.

Oh, this will be fun.

[lizzie-is-here]

valentine’s day one shot

poppies and babies’ breath

bucky barnes x fem!reader

bucky really wants to ask you out. but he can’t even dance anymore, much less date.

Bucky Barnes was not very good at dating. At least, not anymore.

No, that skill belonged to Sergeant James Barnes, a dumb, 20-something that hadn’t been made into an assassin for 70 years.

For all of his skills, that one is failing. He can toss a knife like nobody’s business, lift 1000 lbs to impress you on a training day, and speak dozens of languages.

But he can’t figure out how to flirt with you. Don’t even start on asking you out.

It used to be so easy. Flash a smile and the dames would line up to go dancing with a man in uniform.

Bucky can’t really dance anymore. Or he doesn’t want to.

He’s considering all of this as he stands outside of a flower shop, peering in and probably freaking out the kid at the register.

“Uh, sir, there’s a sale on flowers for Valentine’s Day…” the boy says, muffled through the glass. Bucky nods, finally stepping inside.

There are paper hearts strung up around the shop, only reminding him of exactly why he’s here. He’s gonna do it today. He’s gonna ask you out.

Well, he’s also here because he lost a bet with Sam. But that’s not important.

Bucky’s a dark shadow wandering through the quaint aisles, out of place in the colorful array of flowers. He skips over the roses. Too cliche.

He considers daisies, lilies, sunflowers, and flowers he doesn’t even know the names of until he finally finds what he was looking for.

Poppies. Your favorite. Apparently because of some story with opium poppies, wallabies, and crop circles. He was too distracted staring at you to fully grasp the story.

Bucky carefully grabs a handful and starts toward the counter before realizing that the bundle of red in his hand looks pretty bland. So then he adds some small white flowers, a pretty wrapping paper, and calls it a day.

“Can you wrap this for me?” he asks, setting down the items. The kid stares blankly at his metal hand, but nods.

He can’t remember the last time he bought flowers. ‘44, maybe? For his ma? He never bought any of his dates flowers. Too pricey and too significant when the relationships never lasted long.

You, though. You were different. Maybe it was the way you never looked at him like the teen boy in front of him had, with apprehension and questions Bucky didn’t feel like answering. Or maybe the fact that his brain had been through the blender.

But he loves you. And that’s more than he can say for most of his past ventures. He wants to give everything to you while also being selfish enough to take everything you may give him.

Bucky considers that he maybe deserves to be a little selfish sometimes.

The kid finishes wrapping the bouquet and hands it over.

“$25,” he mumbles, still in awe of the war hero in front of him.

Bucky tosses a $50 on the counter. “Thanks, kid.”

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A knock on the door of your room in Stark Tower startles you from your haze.

You’re in a shirt and pajama shorts on your bed, desperately trying to find a show that isn’t about true love.

It all reminds you too much of your own loneliness. How bad you wanted to ask out your own crush but never quite got ballsy enough to do it.

Grumbling as you watch a pair of high school sweethearts reunite in the picturesque Hallmark town, you stand to open the door.

There you find Bucky. The very man you’re conflicted over. Holding a bouquet and in a red henley to match the poppies.

“Hey,” he greets, trying to avoid staring at your legs.

You smile. “Hi, Bucky.”

He holds up the flowers. “I- I wanted to get you something for Valentine’s Day, and also…” He goes beet-red and stares at the ceiling for a moment.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. You shake your head, waiting for him.

“Oof, okay. I wanted to know if you wanted to go out with me? Sometime? Whenever works for you is fine-“

You rest a hand on his arm that’s still cradling the bouquet. “I’m free tonight?”

Finally, a shy grin breaks out on his face.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Bucky swallows, gives you a very real, very swoon-worthy smile, and hands over the flowers.

“Well, doll, do you wanna go dancing?”

Because yeah. Maybe he can’t dance anymore. But he wants to try with you.

[gardenofeuryale]

Please credit if use ♡

part 1

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psd credit: sladestrokes

[sonics-atelier]

A Birthday Gift from the Blue Mountains

For @bagginshieldweek24 Day 1 : Bilbo as Thain

Summary : When a handsome Dwarf comes to Bilbo's door asking him to visit his shop at the birthday celebrations who is Bilbo to deny him ? Cue flirting and fluff. WC : 1K, you can read here on AO3

a/n : Welcome all, this is my first time writing for bagginshield so I hope you like it, they have been living rent free in my head for weeks <3

Bilbo Baggins, the Thain of the Shire, started his day as he always did. He wandered through the peaceful lanes of Hobbiton, checking on the well-being of his fellow hobbits. His tasks ranged from inspecting the produce at the market to ensuring the local children kept out of trouble. The days in the Shire were gentle and predictable, much to Bilbo's satisfaction.

As he strolled back to Bag End, he hummed a tune, content with the morning's accomplishments. Back home, he settled into his favorite armchair, nibbling on a slice of seed cake, blissfully unaware of the date. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't realise his birthday was just around the corner. To Bilbo, days flowed like the Brandywine River, and keeping track of them was not high on his list of priorities.

A sudden knock at the door disrupted his peace. He frowned, thinking it must be Lobelia Sackville-Baggins, again pestering him for his mother's china. "Go away, Lobelia!" he called out irritably. But the knocking persisted, louder and more insistent. Sighing, Bilbo rose and shuffled to the door, muttering under his breath about bothersome relatives.

When he swung open the round, green door, he found himself face to face with the most handsome dwarf he had ever seen. The dwarf had a regal bearing, his dark hair and beard neatly trimmed, and his piercing blue eyes sparkled with a kind warmth. Bilbo's annoyance vanished, replaced by a flustered silence.

"Good afternoon," the dwarf greeted him, his voice rich and smooth. Bilbo barely registered the words, too captivated by the stranger's presence. The dwarf held out a flyer, and Bilbo took it automatically, his eyes never leaving the dwarf's face.

Realising he was expected to respond, Bilbo stammered, "W-what's this?"

The dwarf smiled, and Bilbo's heart skipped a beat, or several. "I am Thorin Oakenshield. I’m opening a shop at the fair, featuring treasures from the Blue Mountains. I'm going around distributing flyers to let everyone know."

Bilbo glanced down at the flyer in his hand, its crinkled edges brushing against his fingers. "Treasures of the Blue Mountains," he read aloud, then looked back up at Thorin, his voice softer. "I'll be sure to stop by."

Thorin's smile widened, and Bilbo felt a warmth spread through him. "I look forward to seeing you there, Mr. Baggins. Farewell."

As Thorin walked away, Bilbo closed the door gently, leaning against it for a moment, his hand pressed to his chest. The flyer made a soft crumpling sound, and he stared at it, a small smile playing on his lips.

"The treasures of the Blue Mountains," he murmured to himself. "I think I’ll gift myself something special this year."

And with that, Bilbo's birthday suddenly seemed much more exciting.

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The evening of Bilbo Baggins' birthday celebrations was in full swing, with the sounds of laughter, music, and merry-making filling the air. Hobbits of all ages danced and sang under the twinkling lights strung across the Party Field. Bilbo, despite the festivities being in his honor, felt a bit overwhelmed. He had managed to evade the guests for a few moments of solitude, but his respite was short-lived.

From across the field, he spotted Lobelia Sackville-Baggins weaving through the crowd, her eyes scanning for him with determination. Knowing her intentions all too well, Bilbo quickly slipped away, ducking into the first shop he saw to avoid another tedious conversation about his mother's china.

Inside, he leaned against a shelf, catching his breath. The shop was dimly lit, filled with an array of glittering items that caught his eye. Before he could take a closer look, a sultry voice interrupted his thoughts.

"What are you doing here?" the voice asked, rich with amusement.

Bilbo turned around and felt his heart skip a beat. Standing before him was Thorin Oakenshield, the handsome dwarf who had visited him earlier. Coughing nervously, Bilbo scratched his ear. "I'm, uh, running away from a cousin whom I don't particularly like."

Thorin let out a hearty laugh, the sound deep and infectious. Bilbo found himself smiling, the anxiety of the evening melting away. "I understand all too well," Thorin said, a knowing glint in his eye. "Family can be quite the bother at times."

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment before Bilbo clapped his hands, eager to distract himself. "Well then, I'd love to see what you've got here!"

Thorin's eyes sparkled as he led Bilbo through the shop, showcasing each item with pride. He recounted the story behind every piece, his passion for his craft evident in every word. Bilbo listened intently, enchanted by both the stories and the storyteller.

One piece in particular caught Bilbo's eye: a silver ring set with a sapphire the same striking shade of blue as Thorin's eyes. He picked it up, admiring the way it caught the light. "This is beautiful," he said softly. "Where did you find the gem?"

Thorin's gaze softened as he replied, "I found that sapphire near a lush, beautiful lake. It’s always reminded me of home." He paused, then added, "It suits you."

Bilbo blushed, feeling a warmth spread through him. "You've made all these pieces yourself? They're incredible."

"Thank you," Thorin said, his voice tinged with pride. "I've always wanted to do something I'm passionate about. It brings me great joy to share these treasures with others."

"I'm very proud of you," Bilbo said earnestly, his admiration shining through.

Thorin smiled and took Bilbo's hand, sending a thrill through the hobbit. Gently, he slid the ring onto Bilbo's finger. The touch of Thorin's fingertips tracing his palm made Bilbo's heart beat faster. "Consider it a birthday gift," Thorin said, his eyes twinkling.

Bilbo tried to protest, reaching for his coin purse, but Thorin stopped him with a firm yet gentle hand. "No need to pay me. It's your birthday, after all."

Bilbo smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "In that case, how about joining me for dinner as payment ?"

Thorin's smile broadened, the beads in his hair gleaming in the soft light. "I'd be honoured."

And so, Bilbo and Thorin began their story together, under the glow of the Shire's celebration lights, with the promise of many more shared moments to come.

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- @sonics-atelier 2024 , do not repost or reuse in any way , shape or form, I will decapitate you.

[gratuiciel]

"so long, my hero"

a tetta kisaki/takemichi hanagaki playlist

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track list and relevant lyrics under the cut

Epigone - Natsuko Nisshoku

if all it took to survive was enthusiasm, then anyone and everyone could be a hero

in order to protect, you'll have to take that leap

you won't reach for the sky just by stretching

THISKIDSNOTALRIGHT - AWOLNATION

i still don't know what i'm doing (fuck!)

Creep - Radiohead

you're so fucking special

i wish i was special

but i'm a creep, i'm a weirdo

what the hell am i doing here?

i don't belong here

Tigerlily - La Roux

i know you better than this

i could be here when you call

i'll make you top of the list

You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring

there's something in your way and now someone is gonna pay

and if you can't get what you want, well it's all because of me

Domino Taoshi - Scop

it took a long time to set them up, didn't it?

but toppling them is the easiest thing, that's how human relationships are

Mr Brightside (Original Demo) - The Killers

jealousy, turning saints into the sea

swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis

Stalker's Tango - Autoheart

love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me more

than you possibly can

Grace Kelly (Acoustic) - MIKA

i could be wholesome i could be loathsome

guess i'm a little bit shy

why don't you like me? why don't you like me without making me try?

Anybody Else - Dom Fera

she said with friends like these who needs anybody else?

(You're The) Devil In Disguise - Elvis Presley

i thought that i was in heaven

but i was sure surprised

heaven help me, i didn't see

the devil in your eyes

The Pretender - Foo Fighters

what if i say i'm not just another one of your plays?

you're the pretender

what if i say i will never surrender?

Carry On - The Score & AWOLNATION

when the madness all around us starts to take its toll (i carry on)

it's a long dark winding road we're on

oh, i carry on

Penguins & Polarbears - Millencolin

so you got me up against the wall

and i'm only waiting for your fall

i'll get back on top and be carefree

it's not the end for me, no, it's not the end for me

Fireproof - The National

you keep a lot of secrets and i keep none

wish i could go back and keep some

Dancing With The Devil - Set It Off

you take your aim to point the blame

it's time we let it go

so save your lies, behind those eyes you're a devil in a disguise

La Camisa Negra - Juanes

what awful luck i had

on the day that i met you

Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down

i watched the world float to the dark side of the moon

after all i knew it had to be something to do with you

Are You Satisfied? - MARINA

high achiever don't you see?

baby nothing comes for free

they say i'm a control freak driven by a greed to succeed

nobody can stop me

Calling All Skeletons - Alkaline Trio

where did you go when the lights went black?

look what's become of me

i've grown to love your disappearing acts, do one more pretty please

Circus - Britney Spears

i'm like the ring leader, i call the shots

Immortals - Fall Out Boy

i'm still comparing your past to my future

it might be your wound but they're my sutures

Meimu Jealousy - Scop & Tsugumi Nagahara

i don't need your pity

just give me love

Slim Pickens Does The Right Thing And Rides The Bomb To Hell - The Offspring

snake is in the grass while you're living in the past

say what you gonna do?

yeah what you gonna do?

Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliché - Escape The Fate

this blood on my hands is something i cannot forget

The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy

i'm gonna change you like a remix

then i'll raise you like a phoenix

Gladiator - Jann

is it everything and more than you were hoping for?

show us something we ain't never seen before

Rule #34 - Fish In A Birdcage

i have you strung

strung in my web

Sharks - Imagine Dragons

don't take it from me, i could be everything

Hatef--k - The Bravery

the only thing that i ask

love me mercilessly

Beggin' - Måneskin

i need you to understand

tried so hard to be your man

the kind of man you want in the end

only then can i begin to live again

Lay All Your Love On Me - ABBA

don't go sharing your devotion

lay all your love on me

The Sharpest Lives - My Chemical Romance

you're the one that i need

i'm the one that you loathe

RUNRUNRUN - Dutch Melrose

oh there she go, losing my head

say you'll love me to death

cause i will

Lonely Together - Avicii & Rita Ora

i might hate myself tomorrow

but i'm on my way tonight

Head Is Not My Home - MS MR

hard to believe

you could cause me harm

this could cause me harm

Numb - MARINA

i can't breathe and i can't smile

this better be worth my while

Karakuri Pierrot - 40mP & Asamakku

i am the pierrot you want me to be

pull my strings as you see fit

Admit Defeat - Bastille

you're the only voice in my head

i can hear you speaking louder than i'm thinking

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Måneskin

because i'm the devil who's searching for redemption

Pseudo-Hope Syndrome - DECO*27

you can let it all out if you want

if that's what will make you feel better

let's dilute today with tears

how many times has it been so far?

Ce Que L'on S'aime - Tryo

and we were the first ones surprised to be reaping what we sow

(here "what we sow/ce que l'on sème" is a wordplay that can also be read as "how much we love each other")

Strawberry Blond - Mitski

i love everybody because i love you

Company Calls Epilogue - Death Cab For Cutie

i'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings

on your wedding, your wedding, your wedding day

[astarioffsimpmain]

The Soulmate Proposal (Astarion x Named Tav)

This is a commission for the lovely Mew! Mew preferred their Tav to be excluded from the snippet, so this is one of Astarion's parts! Thank you for commissioning me, Mew, I truly loved writing this proposal fic for you and your Tav. ❤️

The vampire was nervous. He fought the urge to pick away at the leaves on the flowers he was holding with each new step. She was with Shadowheart this evening, under the carefully curated guise of assisting the cleric in learning how to dance properly for a high society event. Astarion growled under his breath at the memory of handing over the magic-imbued dagger he had acquired on your travels in return for Shadowheart's cooperation. 'However,' he reminded himself with a small smile, 'the trade was warranted. I've all the magic I need for this.'

A breathy chuckle, part giddiness and part disbelief, escaped through his lips at the thought of his love. Radiant as the sun he sacrificed to be with her, she was his light in the endless night of his ceaseless life. Despite offers and advances from those much more deserving of her, she had chosen him. "Well, darling.. I will make certain you do not regret it." He mused softly, sinking down against a nearby tree and beginning to weave the flower stems together with nimble fingers, muttering the words he had strung together for the occasion.

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[litfanatic]

UNDONE -An Elucien Oneshot

Read on AO3

Author: Litfanatic

Words: 2,794

Summary:The Prince of Day was undone by her, those were his words, but what he needed to know was that she was even more so undone by him.

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A dreamless night.

She’d longed for one, and now she had more than she could ever imagine.

The brisk morning breeze sent a shiver over her leg that had escaped the warm cocoon—it was nearing winter, after all.

That was the only part of her susceptible to the cold. The rest of her was bathed in warmth. Her mate’s glorious form was pressed against hers, his arms wrapped around her body. Even in sleep, Lucien clutched at her, as if he was afraid that he would lose her.

Guilt pricked at her mind as she thought about how she’d treated him over the years.

Elain could imagine what he would say if he knew her thoughts.

You did nothing wrong.

It was always your choice.

Elain knew that it was always her choice, but it didn’t take away from the fact that she treated him poorly. How she ignored him and avoided him. The least she could have done was be friendly. 

But you didn’t owe me anything, he would insist. That was the kind of male she had.

Instead, she had been on the verge of rejecting the bond. Rejecting that tie between them without fully understanding what it was.

Her family would have supported her decision—mostly. 

Nesta was never a fan of Lucien, loathing his part in Feyre’s Spring court suffering (as if they treated their sister much better when they were humans) and hating those quiet words that spilled from him during their making. Elain was the only one who knew what he felt as he said those words.

 The wonder, the confusion, the grief at what their bond meant for his past.

But she was content to let them think that he had tried to claim her. Anyone who knew Lucien’s past would never truly believe that. He was nothing like his named father.

Feyre’s relationship with Lucien was complicated. There was a part of her sister that was still bitter towards him, but Elain had also seen what Feyre had done to him, how she had used him. Sometimes when her younger sister set her mind to something, she found justification for those caught in the crossfire.

Cassian didn’t say anything, but Elain could see something in his eyes. Perhaps he once had thought himself to be on the verge of a rejected bond so he could sympathize with the male.

Even after the mistake, she saw the hope in Azriel’s eyes, but Gwyn still wore her necklace and his shadows still danced for the priestess.

Elain realized what he hadn’t, and even if she was to still pursue that relationship, a small part of her knew that her future wouldn’t be that different from when she was human. 

She wanted to be free to travel, to have her own adventure. To perhaps see the different courts that she’d secretly read about. To not be used as a pawn as Nesta was. To not be brought to heel.

But the High Lord of Night was a strategist—as brilliant as he was handsome. Those violet eyes wanted to know what she knew, but he wouldn’t dare enter her mind, not for fear of upsetting his mate. Yet, Elain knew that one day she could speak up, and one day he would. For the sake of his court and his family. 

Was she not both?

Rhys listened tensely as she spoke about possibly rejecting the bond. His face spoke of understanding, but if she had seen his mind she would have known better.

Her Sight showed her a few days later.

A vision of him questioning his emissary about the possibilities, and it struck Elain like a swift blade to the gut. She was already a pawn.

The way their voices carried when Lucien visited.

“Perhaps if you came by later, she would be back from the shops.”

“Oh you’re just about to miss her. Mor’s taking her for lunch in the Rainbow, but she’ll be back for dinner.”

“You have to come to Solstice, Lucien. What about Elain’s gift?”

On and on and on, they strung him along.

Over and over and over, he came.

Many might have called him a fool, but in the midst of a world that had been unfair to him—unfair to them all, Lucien carried the rarest magic. Hope.

That was her Lucien—through and through. Hopeful. Though he dare not utter his wants. Patient and Waiting.

And he was so full of patience, but Elain couldn’t help but feel that it was partially curated from a sense not being chosen—of being an after thought.

She had almost done that again to him with Azriel, and Elain still shuddered at the thought of how different her life could have been. She would have made a mistake.

Elain reached out to brush her fingers against to copper strands of her mate’s hair. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of the previous night as she frantically pulled at his stubborn braid in an attempt to feel him closer—to feel him deeper.

The cocky male had teasingly preened at her want for him, but that smile had slipped away an hour later as she was a top him and he became undone by her.

Undone. By. Her.

Those were his words.

Sweet Elain. Shy Elain. Pretty Elain.

The undoing of the Prince of Day.

The undoing of a future High Lord.

She couldn’t deny that it stroked her ego.

No one had ever made her feel like Lucien did.

She felt truly seen. Not the version that he wanted or expected. When those mismatched eyes gaze upon her—he saw everything.

What lay within. What she wanted. What she could be.

He asked nothing—required nothing of her. All he hoped was that she would love him as fiercely as he loved her.

They were equals in everything but that.

Elain was sure that she didn’t love Lucien as much as he loved her.

Within her heart of hearts, she knew that it wasn’t the same.

Elain loved him more.

She’d known how deep, how all-consuming, how all-encompassing her love was for him when it caused her to do the unexpected. When it caused her to almost be banished from the Night Court, and when it caused her to hold a knife to the throat of the High Lord of Spring.

That rage that caused her to drive the blade into the neck of Hybern reappeared at any threat to her mate.

He was not someone to cruelly jest about, which the Inner Circle has now learnt, for fear of learning any sordid futures. There was a cruel appreciation from her brother-in-law at her hypocrisy. 

Elain didn’t care—though she felt terrible after.

Even the beast of Spring knew better than to charge at what belonged to her, but Lucien didn’t need her to fight his battles. The sly fox with hidden powers.

But she would fight.

Over and over and over again. 

For him. Always. She’d give anything to hear that steady heartbeat which she once loathed. Elain would give anything to see the fire flare in his russet eye. To hear the mechanical whirring of his gold one.

Her goal was to ensure that Lucien was happy and content with the flash of his sharp canines directed at her. 

She loved nothing more than to see the look of contentment with a mixture of disbelief when they had dinner with his family.

The ones who loved him, all together under one roof.

Despite ribbed comments and sharp words, she saw his eye glisten when Eris gruffly presented him with one of his beloved pups for his birthday. Elain knew how precious that gift was, not only to Lucien. There was no one in the world that Eris Vanserra loved more than his brother. And now he could finally show it.

Elain smiled at the memory as she tugged at his loose braid, mildly surprise that he hadn’t stirred. Her smile grew wider at the fact that she had worn him out that much. It had taken her a while to match his fire because Autumn males...

 Most times, she barely could, but if she caught him after a long day of council meetings, there was a higher chance.

She knew how restless his sleep could be. Sometimes, he was plagued by nightmares of the past. The animal in her still struggled when he uttered the name Jesminda, but Elain knew that it wasn’t under happy circumstances. Not when his body writhed in anguish and great drops of sweat dotted his face.

She would clutch him tighter in those moments, murmuring words of comfort, placing kisses along his face, just as he did for her.

To see him at peace was her peace.

The world was wrought with too many wars, both physically and within. Now it was time for the sun to shine.

 She tugged harder, wanting—no needing, to see the molten river flowing across his back.

With the braid mostly loosened, Elain suddenly halted her movements.

He wore a shirt. Loose and wrinkled.

Her brows furrowed.

Where did it come from?

Yes, it had taken him a while to adapt to the Day Court attire, but he wore it. The expanse of his chest on display beneath the chiton-like garb, but somehow looped and wrapped to cover enough of his back.

This shirt that he wore was not present last evening. Elain would’ve remembered tearing it off of him.

He must have pulled it on in the early hours of the morning.

Again.

Why?

There was no way that he was cold. Lucien was heat. He was the sun itself.

There was one other reason that she could think of. Why a shirt appeared after almost every time they made love. Why he constantly angled his back away from her.

Sometimes she wanted to wake him by kissing along the broadness of his shoulders. Sometimes she wanted to encircle him as they lay soaking in the tub after a tedious day.

But Lucien didn’t want her to see his back. 

Even after all this time, he was ashamed of his scars. Ashamed of the uneven fleshmarks. Like misshapen rows of a ploughed field. Given to him by someone that didn’t deserve him, yet Lucien held on to hope and love for his friend.

That was what Elain really wanted to protect—Lucien’s heart. Not only because he had offered it to her, but because it would set him apart from all other High Lords. Lucien’s heart—his ability to look beyond tradition, to love humans, to dismiss classism—would unite Pythian in a way that no one else could.

But he needed to see himself the way others saw him. Elain knew that he thought the scar across his eye was a testament to being a naive young fae who didn’t know how to hold his tongue. Some called him foolish, but most thought him brave to speak against her, consequences be damned.

He was so much more than he saw himself. Lucien saw it in her—brought it out of her, and she wished to do the same for him.

Elain reached for that glowing thread between them, caressed it gently, soothingly. She brushed the foot that had escaped him along his calf, raising it higher and higher.

Skip.

Her heart skipped a beat. No—not hers, his. But it was still hers.

“I know you’re not sleeping,” she murmured lovingly to the head that was buried in her hair, to the mouth that was pressed against her neck.

His hand tightened around her, and the softest kisses began to trail lower.

“Am I not?” Lucien asked huskily, the remnants of sleep in his voice.

“I can feel every inch of you, my lord,” her tone lowered to match his.

The assault on her neck ceased as he pulled back to look at her. She saw everything in his eyes. Love and desire and love.

And she had to kiss him.

She had to show him, had to make him feel everything. To remind him that he was everything.

“Lucien…Lucien,” Elain pleaded as she struggled to remove the offending garment. Five times she tried to remove it, each time she got distracted by full lips.

“Stop.”

The words escaped her softly, yet firmly.

She meant it, but also didn’t, not with how his heat flickered across her her body, straight to her core, but of course, he ceased his ministrations.

“Is something—

Elain cupped his face, her thumbs gently brushing his cheeks.

“Take off your shirt.”

Lucien froze, his eyes filled with sorrow and resignation.

“Let me see them, Lucien,” she insisted, gently pushing him away as she scrambled out from under him. Immediately, she missed him, and Elain was sorry for the look of despair that he wore. The last thing that she wanted to do was hurt him, but he had to see—he had to know that he didn’t have to hide from her. That no part of her was ashamed of him.

His eyes darted away from hers as he sat up. Lucien turned his body so that his face was away from her. Elain sat on her knees as she watched the fabric glide off his back and pool on the bed.

A gasp escaped her as her hands flew to her mouth. She saw Lucien’s body tense at the noise that escaped her. His head dipped as he hunched over, his hair now a curtain hiding his face from her.

Pain bloomed in her chest. Sorrow and shame filled the space beneath her rib.

“No,” she breathed as her fingers reached out. Lucien fought a flinch as she touched him. Elain moved closer to him.

There were so many. Too many. An innumerable amount of scars in every direction.

She already hated Amarantha, but now it was ten-fold. She deserved a death worse than she received. Despite, Lucien’s mild forgiveness of Tamlin, this—this, Elain could not see past. At least, not anytime soon.

She had seen flashes of Under the mountain, but the reality of it in front of her was unnerving.

Elain leaned her head forward and brushed a kiss across his back.

Then another and another and another until his tension washed away.

She hated that he had them, but every scar was a part of Lucien, every scar told a story of his survival, and she would be loathed to make him feel less than he was.

She maneuvered around him and off the bed. He still hadn’t looked up at her. Elain moved to stand between his legs, her nakedness on full display before him. To show that it was okay to be vulnerable, especially with her. She reached to tilt his chin upwards. He was so tall that even when sitting, they were nearly at eye level.

“Look at me, love,” she encouraged earnestly. He slowly looked up, and her heart clenched at the silver sheen in his eye, at what she had caused.

Elain leaned down to press a kiss against his mouth, extending her feelings along the bond.

“Not from me, Lucien.”

Kiss.

“You never have to hide from me.” She brushed his hair over his shoulders.

“I love you.” She placed a palm over his heart. “Your scars do not make you less. Your vulnerabilities do not make you weak. Your kindness does not make you foolish.”

“All of these—her fingers traced the ones along his cheeks—and the ones we can’t see are a testament to who you are. What you’ve stood for. Who you’ve stood against.”

A kiss upon his scarred brow.

“And I—her voice broke—I love every part of you, Lucien. I know I ran from the bond for so long, and I saw you as part of it, as something being thrust upon me. But once I got to know you…Once I saw your beautiful heart, how could I—how could I not…”

“You are my sun…my light...my freedom and adventure.”

Another kiss.

Elain brushed a tear that fell down his cheek. She looked into his beautiful eyes, the mechanical one seeing more than the other. She hoped that it saw her truth. That it saw the truth in her words. She sent added reassurance along the golden tether between them then stepped back.

“So rise, mate. Rise, my Prince of Day and Autumn. Rise, my heart. Stand tall and strong because you are that and more. So much more, and I am completely undone by you.”

When he kissed her, she felt it within her soul. How he welcomed her words, and it was a start to him accepting them.

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