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daebraeksan · 2 years

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He rejects reader, reader is sad about it

Characters: unspecified haikyuu character, could be really any character to be honest,

Genre: angst, hurt no comfort, rejection

Contents: death mention (far off /far away death), negative thoughts ,self critical, negative spiral, cognitive distortions,

Wc: 1782

a/n: i wasn’t feeling good and im still mad tbh but i’ll get over it

~*~*~*~

The chocolates and confession letter sit in your locker on the top shelf. The image of them is the only thing you can see, as if someone taped a picture to your forehead and put you in front of a mirror.

You stare at the teacher standing in front of their powerpoint slides, but you hear nothing. You see nothing. You hope you don’t get called on because you will then have to go through the embarrassment of not knowing what is going on and getting an answer wrong in front of everyone.

But it will be a minor feeling compared to how happy and proud you will be when you finally confess.

You try to have no expectations on the situation—but you obviously have expectations. You want to be humble and not assume a positive outcome, but you have so much fun thinking about a positive outcome.

Why can’t it be yours next?

Why can’t it be your turn?

Haven’t you waited long enough?

And what’s not to like, you have great qualities, and leagues aren’t real.

There’s so much excitement. You’re also enjoying experiencing more positive thought patterns. You’re doing great. Your healing is going great and you’re making great progress.

You’re doing a good job and you’re so proud of yourself.

You are excited and you want to get it over with but you want to enjoy it. Your first confession.

~*~*~

The time has come. You take a deep breath and approach.

“Uh—excuse me, sorry—Can I talk to you for a second?”

You have nothing to lose, and everything to gain.

You’re lucky you caught him alone. You actually see his friends approaching him and they look at you curiously.

He looks like he wants to say no. He’s busy. He’s probably going to practice, or hanging out with his friends, or something. “Sure, what’s up?” he asks, instead.

This is a good sign. This is great. Things are already going so well.

“Can I speak to you privately?” you ask, trying not to look at his friends who circled around him.

“Uh, okay, guys, can you get out, or—”

You’re embarrassed. You were hoping he would ask you outside the building at least. Something. Near the fence, under the open sky.

But this is fine, you guess.

His friends leave.

You had a whole speech but of course you completely forgot it.

You hold out the chocolates and letter in the space between you.

“I wanted to give these to you,” you narrate the obvious. What else are you supposed to say? You forgot your speech. “I like you, and I think you are cute, and I want to get to know you better. I wanted to ask you out on a date.”

While you talk, he doesn’t take the gifts. They feel heavy in your hand.

“Oh, okay,” he says.

Your heart starts to break. And you know you can’t stop it. You know you can’t stop this pain.

You wish you could take it all back. This is the most humiliating thing you have ever done. You know there’s no reason to be mean to yourself on top of an already sucky situation but that’s all you’ve ever known. That’s all you’ve ever done. You don’t know a different option. Be kind to yourself? Why? You were stupid enoguh to get into this situation, so why would you be kind to yourself now? What good is that going to do?

If you had been kind to yourself before, then you wouldn't have even ended up in this situation. You could have just loved yourself. Why do you have to date? Why do you have to follow the crowd, just because everyone else is dating?

Dating is not the pinnacle of life. A romantic relationship is not inherently worth more than any other relationship, no matter what whitecishetpatriarchal society days.

“Okay,” you say, lowering your hands. They are going to start trembling soon. You tense up your whole body.

“Thanks,” he says.

It is the worst thing you have ever heard.

“I feel weird accepting these, since I am rejecting your confession. I’m not really interested in pursuing things with you. Do you want me to still take them, or do you want to keep them, or—?”

“Okay, yeah, I mean, it’s. Yeah.”

“You had to ask, right?”

What is this? Nightmare of an interaction? You can’t tell if they are trying to make you feel better in the worst possible way or if they are actually making fun of you.

“Okay. Well, thanks for telling me. I’m sorry.”

Oh, no, not the apology. Sorry for what? You nod. It’s not okay. Why should you say it’s okay if it’s not? You’re sad. Of course it’s okay that he doesn’t like you. But you’re sad and that’s not okay. You have to handle yourself somewhere else that’s not here.

“I’m going to head out, if that’s okay? It was good to see you and talk to you.”

You nod again. “Have a good day.”

“Thanks, you too.”

And he leaves.

And you catch a glimpse of his receding back before you have to run away.

You have to get out of here.

Why did you do that?

It was not. It was not good to see him and talk to him. It was awful. This whole experience was awful.

Oh my g-d how could you have done that.

He doesn’t regret rejecting you. Why would he? What does he have to regret? You’re just some weird alone person who doesn’t have any friends who none of the popular people know. You’re irrelevant. No one knows you. You have no special skills or talents. You have nothing interesting about you that anyone would want to get to know. You have nothing anyone would want.

You have nothing.

You remember his optimistic look, a little surprised. He’s a confident person. What does he have to worry about? He has never faced a single consequence.he’s not in trouble. No one is going to hold him accountable.

Everyone loves him.

What does he have to fear? He has nothing to lose.

You have everything to lose.

And you did lose it all.

None of his friends knew your name. Really? None of them? You were hoping for a surprised moment of like how did they know, oh they really have noticed you, you are a real person in their eyes, but you aren’t.

You’re going to recover from this, one way or another. But the recovery isn’t going to be you’re socially acceptable and everyone likes you and you have a boyfriend. Getting over this is accepting that maybe you won’t ever be normal. You won’t ever fit into a whitecishetpatriarchal society. You won’t ever be accepted for your “flaws.” You might not die alone, but you aren’t going to die with a romantic partner.

“I’m sure you’ll find someone—” Who? Why would anyone say that? It’s not going to happen for you. If it hasn’t happened, why would it? If it didn’t happen in the place with the most people congregated together as possible, then why? How?

It’s not going to happen.

It’s hard to make friends as an adult, much less find a romantic partner, in this fucked up world.

What’s the point? It’s a losing battle.

Your worst fears have come true. You are going to be rejected by every guy you try to have a connection with, so don’t even try. Why try? You are ugly. You have emotional issues so you can’t accept love and you don’t believe in yourself. You don’t put yourself “in the arena” in the first place.

What’s the point?

The attitudes they have towards you must be the following:

“Sorry, you’re not that attractive to me.”

“Why are you even talking to me?”

“This is weird.”

“Why is this weirdo talking to me?”

“Don’t they know I'm way out of their league?”

“It’s hilarious that they would even think that I would need to stoop down to their level.”

“What do I have to gain from interacting with them?”

What else could the outcome possibly be? You’re different from them. You’re different from other people. This kind of thing is not going to serendipitously happen to you. There always has to be someone at the end of the bell curve. It’s random. It sucks that you were chosen as the tribute to make other people's lives fun and better, by taking on the burden of having the life tha tsucks. Is that even how it works? Probably not. But what else is there?

There’s no way it makes sense.

It's not fair that other people can have fun and you can't.

You’re here for fodder. You’re here for bait. You’re here because “at least my life isn’t as bad as that.”

You imagine them shit talking you. You imagine how he would tell his friends about this incident.

“What did y/n want?” one of them would ask.

“They confessed to me,” he would say.

They would all look up in interest. “Oh, wow. What did you say?”

“I rejected them obviously.” He might look apologetic. He might laugh. He might look embarrassed. He might look matter of fact.

He might look like no expression or expression at all.

“Yeah,” they would all agree in unison.

That would hurt the most. The absolute lack of analysis. The 100% certainty that no one would date you. Why would they?

“I feel bad for them. They must have such an awful life as an ugly person.”

Everyone would nod.

“But look at how amazing I am since I am even considering them, and their feelings,” they would say.

Everyone would agree. “What attractive person would ever even consider them?” someone would ask.

“Attractive people are too busy being attractive, living life, having friends.” This is not something any of them would say, because this is understood. It is a given. A fish does not need to acknowledge the water. The water is already there. It is true, and undeniable.

Your life is worse. You know this. What’s the point?

But you really thought for a second, huh? You really thought you could have something good. Crazy. That’s so embarrassing.

But for all of this roleplaying, and imagining, in reality, you don't even make the news. You are so irrelevant. None of them would ever talk about you. They would go about their lives and having fun and living their dreams. No one cares about you. What’s the point?

Never put yourself out there because some random hurt person on tumblr you don’t know said this would happen.

Why didn’t you believe them?

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu hc #haikyū!!#haikyuu x reader #reader insert #x reader #angst #no comfort #sad #rejection #angst reader

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iwadori · 3 years

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Haikyu Boys neglecting you for another girl PT 1 (Kenma)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Word count: 1.3K

Genre: angst,fluff

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Kenma:

You go over to your boyfriend ,Kenma’s, house every weekened to play on your shade survival minecraft world

But one week you were too cramped to come over one week so you missed out on a gaming session

At school the following week you heard Kuroo and the guys teasing Kenma over a new found gaming friend

But you payed no attention

Now you’re done with your exams and ready to continue on w/ Kenma on fighting the enderdragon and building up your world

You get to Kenmas house an hour after finishing your school club, upon entering you hear him button smashing upstairs (per usual) but something not so usual was him giggling with laughter...

Kenma.Your stoic boyfriend Kenma. giggling..

Because of your confusion you slowly go up the stairs as his laughter ensues making you more perplexed ‘kenma barely talks to people that aren’t Kuroo and me, especially someone who makes him laugh this much’ you think to yourself.

“Ella, i’ve found the stronghold! Just follow me” Kenma exclaimed as you entered his bedroom “Yes Ella you have to press X to jump” he laughed again

‘Ella, who’s ella’ you think. You hear a response on the other end but you can make it out properly. Kenma and ‘Ella’ continue on speaking making plans on what they’re about to do next.. with Kenma not noticing you came into his room yet. You look at the TV and notice that Kenma is playing with someone else on YOUR world that you started which made you slightly agitated.

You purposefully drop your bag a tad too aggressively, but that seems to work as you catch Kenmas attention as he turns to you for a split second as he mumbles quitely “Oh hey babe” before swiftly getting engrossed again into the game.

Annoyed, you sit on next to him on the bed waiting.. JUST WAITING for some proper acknowledgement to which you received none. You just sat there mindlessly scrolling through your phone as he continuously talked with Ella AND coached her through killing the ender dragon (a plan that you and Kenma said to do together since the beginning of your minecraft survival world idea)

After almost an hour of just sitting there idly, you decide to get up pick up your bag and leave. Hoping just hoping that your ‘oh-so great and caring’ boyfriend would take off his headset and stop you from leaving. But this isn’t a movie of course... so no Kenma did not run straight after you pull you into his arms and comfort you. He stayed in his room laughing away with Ella putting you at the back of his mind.

You go straight home and cry still wishing for a follow-up text on the incident that happened at Kenmas but no response there.

Luckily for you, it was half term break meaning there was no school for a couple weeks so you didn’t have to face the awkward confrontation or lack thereof with Kenma at school. But it was unlucky for you since usually every half term and weekend you’d spend at Kenmas but obviously now you can’t.

You do wonder if he’s thought about texting or calling you to reconcile or even just thought about you at all. You desperately wanted to reach out to him, but with your relationship you do feel that you’re the one that always has to start the conversation after you’ve had a ‘falling out.’ So all you do is wait ( assuming that you’ve broke up or something for now.)

The two weeks of break has ended and now you’re back at school waiting to face the music. The whole day, you felt anxious waiting to bump into him in the corridor or see him at lunch but you never did.

Later that day you get a message..

Kuroo: Hey y/n! How have you been ??

Y/N: Fine.. i guess

Kuroo: How are things with Kenma

Y/N: Tbh I don’t really know, we haven’t spoken since the weekend...two weeks ago I don’t think we’re together anymore..

Kuroo: Y/N don’t say that you and Kenma are definitley how do you spell deathfinetly? still together just meet him today at the arcade at 8pm and ALL WILL BE REVEALED

Y/N: okay....

Kuroo: DW Y/N! It’ll all be fine

Nervous, you get changed (making sure to look extra cute because this may be the last time you’ll have the title of ‘Kenma’s Girlfriend’ :(( ) You arrive at the arcade and look around for a second before spotting Kenma at the race car game (where you had your first date) and it looks to you he is hiding something behind his back..

When you reached him he looked very shy (even more so then usual) and you were about to speak before he shouted

“Y/N!” he said cringing at the volume of his own voice “ I need to tell you something, more like show you..”

You stood before him with your arms crossed silently tapping your foot waiting on him to continue. Surprisingly, he brings in front of you a little girl who looked about 8 or 9 with a very very cute face.

“n-n-nice to meet you” she bowed in front of you a blush covering her face

“Y/N this is Ella” Kenma said “My new step-sister”

You were shocked to say the least Kenma having a new sister that was great but didn’t answer ALL your questions. Judging your facial expressions Kenma led you and him to sit down letting Ella go on play (as you obviously watch her close-by)

“Okay, I know you’re probably confused but Ella is ma’s new boyfriends daughter and that time you came over my house was my first time ‘meeting’ her so instead of doing it physically I thought the best thing to do was to play minecraft with her and as I was so focused on that I kinda sorta forgot about our usual dates and over half term I went over to hyogo were Ella and her dad live for the break to meet them officially I’m sorry very very very sorry Y/N for not contacting you i just assumed you were mad at me ... which you still probably are now so i understand if you want to break up and i-” Kenma stops hearing you slightly chuckle looking exasperated after all that rambling.

Thats the most you’ve ever heard Kenma speak in one go ever and you thought it was endearing that he has a new sister. Of course you were mad that your boyfriend that he neglected you for weeks but you were definitley over that and wanted to just continue on with your life with him.

Kenma stared at you expecting some form of response and all you did was stand up, go to him and pat his head.

“You’re so cute kenma” you said “Of course I was mad, but i get it now”

“So are we still boyfr-”

“Miss Y/N” asked Ella looking up at you awww how cute “Are you and nii-chan boyfrined and girlfriend”

Kenma and Ella both stared at you expectedly waiting on your response (Kenma more than Ella)

“Of course he’s my boyfriend sweetie!” You said ruffling her head and you hear Kenma sigh in relief “Let’s go play some games now come one Kenma”

You hold Kenma’s hand as Ella runs ahead of you

“Also Kenma..” you let go of his hand “You let her play on our world..seriously”

Kenma awkwardly rubs the back of his neck and chuckles

“I’ll make it up to Y/N dont worry “ he said

And he did do that indeed, as it seems over the break he built a mansion for you and him and reset the end so you complete the ender dragon with him. But you did also include Ella in on your world now and you and her got closer to the point where she will call you nee-chan.

Authors Note: how do you feel about the ending ?

I hope this is well, I’m not that used with Kenmas character so i hope i wrote it good and you like it! Please give me comments and feedback and my request are open so send in your request please!! Also this was meant to be a part two to my ‘taking a prank too far’ but i kinda wrote this in a different direction

#haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu-fluff #kenma x reader #kenma headcanons #haikyuu angst #kenma kozume #haikyu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyu headcanons #haikyu fluff #signedwithane😌

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defdreamz · 3 years

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WAIST | CHOI YOUNGJAE

summary: youngjae’s your sugar baby, and he loves toying with you. this is what he was wearing.

cw: sub!youngjae, dom!gn!reader, sugar baby!youngjae, ceo!reader, afab!reader, feelings (minor), use of toys, idol au, youngjae is a soloist, degrading, cross dressing, possessiveness (minor), and more.

tagging: @sub-hoshi-enthusiast, @silencefavarchive, @maknaeronix, @sunpopp, @maybe-i-do-write, @dabisdiary, @nct99

note: my GOSH this took entirely too long 😭 this was mostly self indulgent tbh. also!! two things rq 1) do i stop writing for jackson momentarily? 2) i don’t think i’m gonna continue to write for skz as i don’t stan them anymore and i won’t feel comfortable writing for a group i don’t even stan, so i’ll fill in their last spots with a few ateez drabbles-

watching the way youngjae move his hips on stage does something to you. the way the sway with every beat, following along to one of his songs, that, admittedly, you haven’t been paying much attention to. how could you when he moved like that on the stage? you were more focused on the harness that crossed over his waist, and how his piercing eyes follow the camera.

you sit back in your office chair, smirk settling on your face as you gnawed on your lip. you pause the video, sitting your phone on your desk. “oh how i can’t wait to see you later, pet.” you mutter to yourself, crossing your legs as countless possibilities of what could go on later running through your mind.

( - )

your head is down at your desk while you work, hand holding your hand up while you go through a few documents. your door opens and closes, and you assume it’s your assistant again, coming in with more documents for you to sign.

“more papers? sit them down in the c- oh.” you mutter, dropping your pen upon noticing that the person who entered wasn’t your assistant. you lean back, clasping your fingers over your abdomen. “youngjae. pleasure to see you here,” you say, grinning with an underlying twinge of a sultry tone.

he takes his mask off, hidden smile finally being revealed. he hums in response to your greeting, settling to walk around your desk. he pushes the papers aside, knowing you don’t mind, especially in instances like these. he takes his seat, tan-colored robe falling over his thighs.

he runs a hand through his hair, spreading his legs as you slide between them. “i saw your performance today, baby. it was great.” you tell him, resting your hands on his hips, sliding under the fabric of his robe and feeling the bare skin. “although.” you begin, changing your touch on his hips from gentle to firm, gripping the supple skin underneath your hands. he whines, resting his own hands on top of yours.

“i didn’t like how you were showing everything that belongs to me,” you say, loosening your grip. “but you don’t own me,” he utters, faking a pout. “i will soon, prince.” you hum, pulling him closer to you. he falls into your lap, arms wrapping around your neck. he kisses you first, melting into your grasp, rolling his hips against you.

you pull away first, chuckling lightly when he pouts and tries to follow your lips. “eager, aren’t we?” you ask, untying the knot on on his robe and letting it fall to the floor. your eyes scale his body, looking at the leather harness that crossed his body and accentuated his physique.

“like what you see?” he teases, pulling your hand toward his chest to thumb at the accents of the leather. “you wore this all for me? your pretty body all on display.” you smirk, ignoring his initial question and instead moving your hand up from his chest to his neck, pressing your fingers to the heart shaped choker.

you can feel his hard-on pressing against the inside of your clothed thigh. “you’re wearing too much,” he whines, pawing at your blazer and pushing it off your shoulders, exposing your button down. he goes for the buttons, nimble fingers pushing them apart while your own hands roam his body.

you lift up, taking your jacket and shirt off and discarding it on the floor, making him stand up while you undid your belt and discarded your pants. you eye him, and he he grins at you, following your silent command and turning around to bend over the desk, making sure to push his ass out toward you.

“was this a surprise for me, too?” you ask, tapping the base of the plug that was nestled between his cheeks. he whines at the sudden feeling of the bejeweled plug jostling within him. “i knew you’d like it.” he breathes, pushing the air from between his lips shakily.

“you’re ready for me to fuck you, prince? want me to hurry up and make you feel good so you can ruin your pretty little lingerie?” you drawl, rubbing the pads of your thumbs over the soft skin of his ass. “yes, gosh yes, please,” he strains, pushing back to grind against you.

“too bad, prince, really. i’m going to take my time, and take you apart, make you moan and writhe... and maybe, just maybe, i’ll let you cum... if you’re lucky.” you sighed, pulling at the straps of leather lining his thighs.

you open a drawer, pulling out a few items. you attach your own harnesses to your thighs. you tap at the base of the plug, giving a slight warning before pulling the base, and slipping it out.

he shivers, clenching around nothing at the loss. you quickly replace it with the tip of your strap, though, causing his eyes to widen.

you tease him, pressing it in only slightly and pulling it back out. youngjae is so needy, already beginning whimper and gasp, and you haven’t even begun. “please,” he begged, hands clasping and scratching at the desk.

“you’re so needy. for someone who was just flaunting their body on stage for everyone else to see not even twelve hours ago, you turn into a pliant, needy, slutty little mess under me in mere minutes. it’s pathetic really.” you utter, and he groans, cheeks reddening at your observation.

“maybe i should give you what you want...” you toy, pushing your hips farther, pushing into the smaller male under you. his mouth falls open, arms stilling where they grip the edge of the desk.

you repeat the motion, easing in and out of him slowly, hands guiding his hips back onto your strap. you can see, even from where you are, that his eyes are wet with tears that haven’t fallen. quiet curses and whispers fall from his pretty plush lips with every push, and you resist the urge to completely ravish him.

he moans out suddenly, thighs twitching as he tenses. “oh fuck,” he rasps. “oh? was that your spot, baby?” you ask, intentionally pushing deeper and pressing onto the spot with the tip of the strap. “oh my god, y-yes, please,” he moans, rolling his hips along yours to press deeper into that spot, and grind his cock into your desk.

“i bet your pathetic little cock is leaking all over my desk, isn’t it? ready for my demand to cum. am i right, youngjae?” you ask, tugging once on the collar around his neck. “you- you’re r-right,” he stutters, gasping as the feeling of you pressing into him is almost too much.

“remember, baby, there’s still people in this building... unless you’d like for someone to walk in and see me using you like this. maybe they wouldn’t even acknowledge you, because they know that you’re mine to use, mine to fuck... mine to ruin,” you commented, voice sultry as you finally pick up your pace, fucking into him with vigorous movement, and he’s nothing but a pleading and whining mess under you now.

you lean down, draping yourself over him and holding yourself by placing the palms of your hands beside his head. the sound of your hips smacking with his ass fills the room. “you’re close, aren’t you, youngjae? ready to make a mess your pretty little lingerie and my desk like a cheap whore? go ahead, prince. go ahead and cum for me,” you whisper, thrusting deeply into the male.

he follows your command well, eyes rolling as his body trembled and he made a mess of your desk. you gradually slow down, deciding the boy had enough for the day. you pull out of him, ridding yourself of the strap and sitting it aside while you tend to youngjae. you grab a few wipes from another drawer, gently wiping him down and making sure not to cause him too much oversensitivity. you whisper praises and encouragement into his ears, taking off the elaborate lingerie.

you cover him in your shirt, instead pulling an extra one out for yourself. he sits in your lap, head tucked into your neck. your hands are rubbing up and down his arms, softly lulling him to relax.

“i wouldn’t mind, you know.” he whispers gently, arms wrapped around you. you hum in question, urging him to continue. “i wouldn’t mind if you owned me... if we could be together for real instead of the ‘arrangement’.” he said, nuzzling deeper into your hold and making himself smaller.

“i wouldn’t mind it either, youngjae. but for now, get some sleep. we can talk about everything else later, okay? rest well, jae.” you murmur, running your fingers through his hair. he nods off, breathing slow as he takes his rest snuggled into your lap.

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awkwardgtace · 3 years

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Seer And The Gods Part 5

TW: Mentions of death, torture, murder, abuse, annnd a lot this is kind of a base for the whole story tbh

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Seer And The Gods Part 5

----------------- “Let me leave! I don’t belong here, I need to find Delphia!” the goddess of protection spoke. She’d woken up in the gods’ realm after being stopped by Ash from following Delphia, her Delphia, her seer. She had to find her, to protect her, even if Delphia would be scared of her. Ash had been following her along with another one of the gods and Ash wouldn’t stop trying to calm her. Trailing behind the two was a man in a simple black gown, with salmon hair and eyes an awful black.

“I told you, just rest a bit. It isn’t good to just chase her down. She’s terrified of gods finding her, it will make things worse,” they said. Ash was exasperated. They had barely stopped her from barreling after the little flower, and then she passed out in their arms. It would be impossible to change the flower’s mind if one of them grabbed her. Even more impossible if someone started to follow her like a dog does their master.

“I don’t give a crap what you say! I know her better than all of you, now tell me how to leave!”

“Enough!” Dabria’s voice echoed through the hall as she yelled. Her form was larger than a single god in the building, smoke billowing out as she moved. The two arguing immediately shrunk back, the goddess more than Ash. An angry goddess of death could not be a good thing. The third who had remained silent narrowed his eyes. Taking in the scene with an expression impossible to read. Dabria’s form returned to her normal size, still taller than the others, and she gave a sad smile.

“Young one, I know you want to see her again, but this isn’t the way. We are trying to convince her to come here for safety as well. Until then you cannot force her. She was raised to fear the gods, that means all of us. She will not believe any of our words easily.”

Vitus was relieved that Dabria had agreed to calm them. He had to focus on Delphia, on her agreement to meet him. He would have her enter this room, the two would meet and he could hopefully convince her they truly did care for her. He couldn’t deny all of them had a connection to her and wanted her to live a happier life. He would do his best. At least that was his plan before his focus shifted from a new loud voice, sending the door closer to the others. He cursed as he started to run out, it would be too late to move it before she came through.

“You all are so damned selfish!” the god who had been silent until then spoke. “All you can think of is how you feel and what you want. Not a single one of you has paused to consider the feelings of the one you all are so focused on. Every single being in this place has been concerned only with themselves and no one else. It's disgusting!”

“Rhys,” Ash tried. They were too late. The god of love who had only spoken to state his name and domain lashed out, slamming a fist harshly into the wall. The wall crumbling after and the eyes they’d grown to assume were black immediately shifted to a deep blue. Vitus had arrived too late as a small yelp was heard. All the gods gathered turned and looked to the small mortal who had just witnessed a terrifying sight.

“Oh no,” Vitus and Rhys spoke in unison. There was a moment of calm before anyone acted. Ash, grabbing the goddess of protection to stop her as she tried to go to Delphia, stared in fear. Dabria couldn’t help her squeal at finally seeing her little raven, her form turning somewhat smoky and drifting towards Delphia. Rhys stared at his hands, his eyes becoming more and more blue. Vitus took swift strides to stand between his little light and the other gods. He had to force himself to ignore the fear he could spy as he stepped near her.

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Delphia couldn’t move. She walked through the door only to see pieces of the wall large enough to crush her falling because of one of the gods she appeared near. She had actually believed Vitus, she wanted him to be kind and he just dropped her here. That one who hit the wall might even be him, she’d never seen Vitus after all. Not a single being in the room moved and she couldn’t will her legs to move. She knew the door would be gone when she turned.

A large being, larger than the gods she’d seen when she walked through came to stand in front of her. She nearly fell as the ground shook under the god’s feet. She craned her neck to look up, fear growing as it became clear she would need to back up to meet their eyes. She couldn’t see the others past this one anymore. This could be the one who had been promised her when she arrived.

“I’m sorry little light, I lost focus and the door shifted,” Vitus said, his voice quieter than she’d expected. “Feel free to leave, I’ve already failed in my promise to you and don’t intend to make you stay for any time. I hope you will consider giving me another chance some day.”

She couldn’t believe it. The one in front of her was Vitus and he was blocking her from the others. He was also letting her leave. She took a shaky step back as she gained a bit of confidence. A few steps back and she turned, running out. It was seconds before she was back at the inn, the glow of the door slowly fading. She climbed slowly on to the bed and curled up into a tight ball. She was shaking and wanted to make the world go away. She could have died, a bit further and she likely would have. She was curious if Vitus had truly made a mistake or if the mistake was her living. She closed her eyes praying for sleep as her heart started to calm.

Things were awful. She hadn’t managed to catch anything on the hunt today either. If things kept up like this her family would starve. She needs to find anything, if no animals, at least valuable herbs to sell. Once she found something she could get food for a day or two and worry again after that. If only the soil hadn’t been ruined. They’d have plenty, enough to sell even. She heard a branch snap and shook away her thoughts. She had a job to complete.

Delphia snapped her eyes open. There was a feeling of something pulling her in a direction. She had to go help those people, the ones in that vision. She gathered her minimal belongings and made to leave. It was before dawn, the events of the previous day luckily far from her mind. She would just follow the feeling calling to her and worry about the gods when it mattered. She left a bag of coins at the dining table, filled to the brim for them. Then she left, sure she wouldn’t be coming here again.

She made her way through town, the silent empty place feeling wrong. She missed the crowd and laughter, but she had something to do and it couldn’t wait. She was quick to be out of the town, leaving the road as soon as she left to follow the pull she felt. This was something she could manage, hopefully the gods would leave her alone now and she could just do as she needed. She didn’t want to experience something like that ever again. She shuddered as she pictured the crumbling wall again.

She was lost in her thoughts. Curious what everything meant yesterday, the angry god and Vitus making sure she could leave with no trouble. There was no way that Vitus had actually intended to treat her kindly. He had to be angry about her even being alive. At this point she should be dead at least three times over. That angry god could have been hoping she’d be under the rubble from their outburst. She was curious about how things would have gone if she hadn’t left. If Vitus would have sent the others away, respected her like he claimed. She almost wished she had stayed.

“You could go back,” a loud voice said. She panicked searching for the owner, it wasn’t Felix or Ash. The voice wasn’t weird like Vitus and Dabria’s when they contacted her. That meant they were here, how far was she from the town? She had to make a decision. “Wait, don’t run.”

She bit down on her lip to stay silent as a large form appeared next to her. They were sitting and she couldn’t believe how large they still were. She stumbled back a bit, tripping over her own feet and falling on her back. She met their eyes, a deep terrifying blue that felt like it could see through her. As they stared at each other she started to feel the sadness coming from them. She had never felt the emotions of the gods that visited her before, why was this one different?

“I’m Rhys, the god of love,” he said. She tried to ignore how loud the voice was, and how loud her own heartbeat was. She hadn’t seen this one yesterday, at least she didn’t think she had. They were dressed like the normal villagers she came across, the two that were at her village were dressed more like what she’d expected of gods. Vitus had been too, the glimpse she got had the two she didn’t recognize in things more gown-like. Now another god was after her, things were getting worse.

“W-what do you want?” she asked, cursing the stutter of fear in her words. The god gave her a smile moving a hand close to her. She closed her eyes tightly, she wasn’t getting away this time. She waited to be grabbed in the grip of a being larger than anything else she could think of, but it never happened. She cracked open an eye to see the hand stopped just a bit above the ground, close enough she could touch it.

“If you’d let me, I'd like to help you up. I also would like to help you be less scared... of me specifically. I, uh, tried dressing more like the other mortals. I thought it might make you feel more at ease. Felix helped me get the right clothes. So, I guess uh, nice to meet you officially?”

She stared at him shocked. A god was concerned enough about her fear that he changed his way of dress. Except she hadn’t met this god at all, so was this another one just watching her, like the one that claims to have protected her village. She hesitantly lifted her hand, placing it on the tip of one of his fingers. She put her weight on it as she stood, nerves on high alert when she noticed how little he moved in response to her. She stepped back a bit more, away from the hand as soon as she was on her feet. She’d talk at least.

“When did you even meet me unofficially?” she asked. She leveled her gaze at the god in front of her. His eyes slowly shifted to a blood orange color making her own go wide. She hadn’t been expecting his eyes to change color.

“You, uh, you appeared yesterday when I lost my temper, little heart,” he murmured. She felt her breath pick up. The only one who seemed angry was the one who broke the wall, that was this god then. He came after her, to get her, possibly to trick her to make up for Vitus's plans. She felt herself starting to panic, but had no idea what to do. His hand was still close to her. Any move she made to run he could easily grab her. She didn’t want to call on that strength that seemed fueled by rage, the things that came with it scared her. She watched his eyes change again, a soft lavender replacing the color this time.

“Wait please don’t panic, I’m sorry I scared you like that,” he pulled his hands away, running them through his hair and giving Delphia a chance which she took. She turned on her heel running in the direction she felt the call still. Even if the gods wanted to capture her she’d follow these tugs, and she’d keep them safe from the gods too. She had to find a way to get that dark cloud that Dabria and Vitus mentioned to just exist on her at all times. “Wait please!”

She didn’t stop. She didn’t even look back. She chose to ignore the pain she heard in the god’s voice. She wouldn’t be captured and she wouldn’t be risking entering their realm again. She didn’t feel the ground trembling, but didn’t trust that. She never felt when Ash or Felix moved around her until Ash was visible. She got to a spot that seemed reasonably safe and begged the trees to protect her. They formed a much smaller canopy than the one they made after she’d been drowned and she waited. There was silence for a long time before she was sure she heard some noise, realistically she hadn’t gotten very far from a literal giant.

“Goodbye if you can hear me, my little heart, I’m sorry I scare you so badly,” Rhys said. She waited and there was no noise for a long time. She finally relaxed herself leaning into the trees. She was told the gods were vengeful, spiteful, cruel, and more all the same. Not a single one had acted like that with her, was she special or were they playing a game with a fun mortal? She shook the thoughts off letting the trees calm and revert to normal and following the call again. Hopefully she’d be able to avoid any of the gods better from here on.

That did happen to be the last time she spoke to any of the gods for years. She wandered the country helping the people her visions would lead her to. She died a number of times, and when she woke up she often saw a god nearby. She started to wonder if they weren’t lying about their insistence to want to help her. She wouldn’t approach them though, it was better this way.

She was a mortal filled with blessings and curses. Whether the gods were kind or not, she had learned over the years that her curses would spread. When she spent too long in a place, people seemed to get cruel. The worst parts of them would be pulled forward, the ones she’d see in visions were the only ones left as themselves. Each time the people hurt her it seemed to release the consequences of her presence. She assumed it had to do with what Vitus and Dabria called her, a container of fallen gods. It may be those who died that causes the anger she sees and feels from them. Even with her guesses, she wouldn’t take a chance on gods who seemed to be different from the stories. Letting her power corrupt them would be as cruel as those who kill her.

She was making her way to another village, no vision had come to her yet, when one of the gods approached her. She still stumbled back as the feet of a being so huge appeared, no noise or trembling ground to warn her. She was stunned by the shine of the golden battle skirt and breast plate that graced the god she met. Her awe fell away as brown eyes met her own green. The one god she had little interest in meeting, she didn’t care that she had spirited away those who lived in her village, she destroyed it too. Delphia took a few steps back, which seemed to prompt the goddess in front of her to kneel.

“Hello little one, I am Alessia, the goddess of protection and guardians,” the goddess said. Delphia flinched, the name bringing memories she’d locked away. The early days of Ophelia’s illness, she used to go on about how she wanted to make her name Alessia once they finally left their village. She said they would both change their names and take on new lives. Of course she mentioned she just liked Alessia better than Ophelia, Delphia avoided using her name after that day.

“What do you want? I thought you had all decided to finally let me be,” she asked. She kept her voice smooth, the pain on the goddess’s face causing a pang in her heart. She wasn’t accepting this one though, she destroyed the place she could feel closest to her love again.

“I came to tell you something, it took a lot of convincing for them to let me. They felt it was something best left unsaid, at least for now.” Delphia let her curiosity show through. “I know you think it’s hard for others to love you. That because of the powers you have you are more monster than mortal, but the gods do love you. Since I joined them I have heard a number of them speak of you, it’s with a fondness even I was shocked by. You are loved, Delphia.”

“What do you mean since you joined them?” The goddess turned away, a forlorn look contorting her face. It was the first time Delphia thought she was beautiful.

“Sometimes… mortals become gods. I am a case like that. I used to be a mortal, I had no trust when I first joined them either. Reluctant to believe they could be kind at all. I have begun to see them differently.”

“It’s good you see them differently I suppose. I will be on my way.” Delphia turned to leave, a noise from the goddess making her pause. She waited for whatever the reaction she received was.

“Delphia, I-I want you to know at least, I love you deeply. To me you are everything, and I will do all I can for you even if you send me away.”

“How can you say you love me when you don’t know me?” Delphia turned back to the goddess. Unsure how to feel. A declaration like that from a goddess felt surreal.

“I’ve loved you for longer than both our lifetimes. The amount grows as time moves. I became a god from how much I loved you and wished to protect you.”

“No that’s not possible…” Delphia started to back away. The goddess, Alessia...Alessia, was watching her expectantly. Delphia shook her head begging for this to be false. “O-Ophelia?!”

Alessia nodded and Delphia fell to her knees. The person she mourned and the person she hated for ruining the last place she could feel like they were together. This was a lie, she was wrong to be reconsidering her opinion on the gods. A lie like this was cruel and unnecessary. She stood, glaring at the goddess pretending she was her love. She turned and stalked away, ignoring the goddess asking her to stay. She would continue her work and ignore the gods as she had been.

She had felt less anger by the time she actually reached the next village. She knew the goddess wasn’t lying; there were too many similarities, but she didn’t want to believe it. If her love became a goddess, if she was truly Alessia now, she had no reason to avoid them. She walked into the village center paying no attention to her surroundings and made a mistake. Her hood was down and she was doing nothing to hide her face. She heard a shout and turned to look, fear hitting her as she recognized one of the guards. She had been sure enough time had passed, but she was far from correct.

“The witch the king has been watching for has returned, grab her!” the guard shouted. She turned to run, but there were guards behind her already. She hadn’t noticed anyone following her, she was trapped again. She took a deep breath, preparing to use her strength. She could already hear the angry voice echoing in her mind. It was rabid from being ignored, she was worried it might even take her over.

“Stop, I can help you,” Vitus said. “Let me bring you here, it will be safe. I don’t want you to be tortured again.”

Delphia nodded, the memories of that time with the king more horrifying than she’d imagined the gods would be. It was almost immediate that a door appeared below her. The guards' shocked shouts sounded as she fell through. Her scream was stuck in her throat as she fell, expecting to land on something hard. She cursed her foolishness for agreeing to trust them again. When she landed on something warm and soft she was almost more terrified. She kept her eyes closed, she didn’t want to see where she was.

“Little light, you’re safe now, are you hurt?” Vitus’s voice was loud now, louder than the last time she’d heard it in person. She slowly opened her eyes, meeting the emerald green ones of the god of life. He was different from what she expected. He looked young, a lot younger than someone who must have existed for all the time life did. She saw concern in his eyes, a contrast to what she expected. She was sure he’d be excited to finally have her quite literally in his hands. She’d never be able to get away now.

“Vitus, is she safe? How is our little raven?” Dabria said. A new face appeared over the hand she was held in, red eyes and a relieved smile gracing it. Delphia couldn’t help trying to scramble back only to hit fingers that were longer than she was tall.

“Dabria please, you promised to wait.” She saw Dabria pout and back away, leaving her to only have one colossal face to deal with. She really was being held in a hand, but the longer she was held the safer she felt. It didn’t seem to make sense. “I’m sorry, little light, she was worried when we saw what was happening. Would you be willing to speak with us before going back?”

“About what?” she asked. Her voice was shaky and she saw Vitus falter for a moment. She had to go back, if she really was so wrong about them she could never stay. She didn’t want them to change too.

“About if you would be willing to stay in the gods’ realm. Unlike other mortals you could stay here safely. We have set up a space for you and could give you an ability to open a door to our realm. If you’d prefer I’m sure any of the others would be glad to help you back and forth as well.”

“I shouldn’t stay here, it isn’t where I belong.”

“Of course you do,” Dabria shouted, causing her to flinch, an apologetic face entered her vision again. “Sorry, I just meant of course you belong where you could feel at home. A place you could be safe. I hate to see you suffering alone still after all this time. Please, little raven, give us a chance.”

“I can’t please just send me back, even if it’s to those guards I have to go back,” Delphia was close to tears. She hadn’t felt care like this from anyone. Her own emotions had always been so overwhelming, the safe feeling finally calming her heart and letting her read the two colossal beings fretting over her.

“Why would you say you can’t, little light?” Vitus curled his fingers slightly, and it actually felt almost comforting. She hadn’t had someone care about her over her abilities since Ophelia died... or rather since she became Alessia. The honest feelings getting to her she couldn’t hide the truth. They’d see the monster she is and she would go back to a life of wandering alone.

“Because I’ll corrupt all of you! Just like the villagers that have killed me I’ll corrupt you until you either kill me or act on other horrible things!” Delphia sobbed as she shouted. The truth was more terrifying to speak than to merely think. She was swiftly surrounded by warmth being scooped into a new set of hands. She knew this was Dabria preparing to get her out of there. She hadn’t been ready to be pressed against something else solid and warm. A loud beating in her ears led her to think she was being held to her chest.

“Oh my little raven, I cannot speak for mortals, but I doubt you could corrupt us. The power that corrupts must come from the fallen gods, and gods cannot cause severe changes like that among each other.”

“We could ask someone to be sure though. Fate would know.” She felt Dabria’s hands stiffen and her heartbeat speed up. She didn’t like the idea of this Fate being. Delphia didn’t like the idea of them either honestly. The hands holding her slowly moved and soon she was sliding back on to Vitus’s palm. He cupped his hand immediately making it hard for her to sit up.

“Little raven, would you let Vitus show you what we’ve set up in hopes you’d stay with us? I will talk with Fate. I swear on all that I am, I will tell you the truth if this corruption you feel you cause will change us as well.”

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Vitus held his breath as he waited for his little light to answer. He still couldn’t believe she was here and speaking with them. That she’d actually listened and not treated them as monsters. He never thought she would be convinced to give them a chance. He still thinks Alessia shouldn’t have mentioned as much, but they had agreed to let her try. Even Rhys thought it could help and he’d been the most affected by her fear.

“All right,” Delphia said. Her voice was quiet and unsure. It didn’t sound like the little light he’d watched for so long. The mortal he felt was like his own child at this point. He pulled his hand close, careful to avoid sudden movements. They’d been hoping she’d listen for so long, it was the first time mortal years felt long to them since they began to exist. He pulled his hand close to his chest, curling his fingers in a little more. She didn’t seem scared when he did it before and he wanted to feel like she was truly safe.

“Let’s go then,” Vitus said. He kept his voice quiet, he knew they could be heard by mortals with no issue, but their volume could still be disorienting to them. He would do anything to convince his little light that she truly belonged here and they cared for her. He started on his path to the door, keeping his pace steady. He kept looking down at her, looking for any miniscule changes to show she was uncomfortable.

Once out of the room he faintly heard Dabria starting the summoning. He didn’t want to have Fate and Delphia meet yet either. It was the only way to completely assuage Delphia’s concerns though. Then she might actually be willing to stay. As he made his way he did try to hide her ability to look around. He wanted to start showing her from the kitchen they have here. A place none of them needed, but created for her and to act like mortals do for meals at times for her. Alessia had suggested it when she saw there wasn’t one, at least after she’d calmed down in her anger.

He heard voices and curled his hand a bit more. He couldn’t quite tell who they were, but if they made his little light nervous he would send them away. As he reached the door of the kitchen he could recognize the voices of Rhys and Ash. Ash may help her to calm down, but Rhys could make things worse. He paused just out of sight. Looking down at her, seeing those curious eyes staring up at him with so little fear felt like an illusion.

“It sounds like Rhys and Ash are there, will you be all right or should I ask them to leave?” he whispered. He didn’t want the two talking to hear him. Rhys had been despondent each time he came back from a time watching over her as she woke up. The last time he said it was her fear, he couldn’t find a way to fix it. He’d kept matching the outfits of locals in the villages she visited hoping she’d believe it meant he was trying.

“I’d have to see them if I stayed,” she answered. He gave her an encouraging smile before entering the kitchen. The two froze as soon as he walked in. Ash looked curious and Rhys seemed scared. His eyes were slipping to an indigo, he was terrified of her seeing him. Rhys started to leave, but Vitus froze him with a sharp look. Vitus slowly moved his hand away from his chest, feeling the grip of small hands on his fingers. He slowly placed his hand down on the table uncurling his fingers. Ash quickly caught on a look of fear taking them over as well. Rhys’s eyes got darker, a bad sign for him. Delphia slowly sat up and waited for a signal of what to do. Vitus tilted his hand slightly and she followed the guidance, quickly sliding off most likely relieved to be on the ground and not someone’s hand.

“We set up a kitchen here, there are ways for you to access every part of it and use it as well. We also have gotten foods Alessia said you would most enjoy. There is an access to the counter from this table here,” he took a few steps away showing a small button that brought up a bridge for her across the gap. “Rhys reinforced it with help from Felix, none of us could break this even if we tried.”

He saw Rhys’s eyes slip to blood orange slightly and he smiled. He preferred when Rhys was in better moods, although Rhys was always angry at the others reading his eyes. Delphia was staring at the bridge. It looked far bigger than they had intended it to be in comparison now. She wandered over silently, running one of her small hands over it. She turned to Rhys, he could see her tensing as though she expected something awful to happen. Rhys hadn’t exaggerated her fear after all.

“Thank you, Rhys,” her voice echoed in the silence of the room. Rhys’s eyes immediately became a much brighter blood orange with tinges of pink and Vitus had to hide a laugh. Rhys looked at him upset and he saw Delphia turn and glare at him. “Just because you can read his emotions doesn’t mean you should react to them. There’s no telling if he even knows how he’s feeling that’s just hurtful.”

Vitus’s eyes went wide, he hadn’t expected her to speak like that yet. He had to admit she was right. He saw as she realized what she did, her small green eyes going wide and immediately shooting her head down. She thought she’d get in trouble for correcting his behavior. Vitus hated that she felt speaking her mind could lead to something awful. He started to see why the other gods held contempt for mortals, but his little light was mortal so there was good in them.

“I-I,” Rhys started, Delphia flinched, “I’m sorry I scared you. I helped make sure anywhere you’d be that we may not know is safe from any outbursts. Thank you for speaking up for me.”

Rhys rushed out of the room after his quick words. He watched him leave then looked back to Delphia. She watched him leave too, far less tense. When she turned back to Vitus he gave her a small smile. It seemed to relax her a little. He held out a hand signaling for her to go and she took a step on to the bridge. Ash was watching her, as if waiting for something. She should be less scared of Ash, Vitus thought they had connected with her before all of this.

She was walking slowly across the little bridge. It looked far too big for her as she went, Vitus wanted to just pick her back up. He held off, letting her make her way, he knew she would never stay if they did anything to take away her freedom. When she reached the other side he slowly went to show her how to send it back down, waiting for her to press it. The button was big enough for her to need both hands, but it responded to her which was a relief. She jumped as it went back, it was odd, like nothing that currently existed. Felix had been more involved than he’d ever admit.

“If you would like to explore, feel free, otherwise these stairs here can be used to bring you to a walkway we’ve put together,” Vitus smiled as he spoke. He watched as she took his offer, wandering down the counter towards the small kitchen they’d set up for her within the larger one. All the things here had an attachment she could use as well. They were lucky Felix could make anything, prosperity coincided with creation. It was perfect for making changes that could make her life easier.

She returned to the stairs Vitus pointed out, a few glances back at Ash. Vitus turned to look at them, but they were turned away. He wanted to bring it up, but he was more concerned about his little light. He turned to her as she climbed up the stairs, the walkway at almost halfway to his chest. It was high enough that they’d notice her but wouldn’t force her to be at anyone’s eye level. They assumed she’d be uncomfortable with that. She looked up from the walkway at him, waiting.

“If you follow that path down this way you can reach really anywhere in this realm you would need to go. Most importantly to the room we’ve made for you,” Vitus said. He took steps as softly as he could, cringing when he saw her flinch from his movement. He kept his pace slow, taking steps only once he was sure she was far enough for him to keep with her. Her room was first, the paths stretching from there for anywhere they thought she may need to go. It would be easy enough to change it. Now that it was formed and part of the realm they could move or edit it as much as she needed with just a wish.

He heard her gasp as she saw the door set up for her size. It was a place that only she could enter. Alessia had been upset that they didn’t set up a way for them to enter or at least peer in to check on her. Ash had pushed for it though, they thought she’d need a space that was just her own. He waited for her to open it, but she just stood there staring between the door and himself. She must not be sure if it’s safe for her to enter, at least he hoped it was that.

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“This would be your room, feel free to go in and see it. I will wait here,” Vitus said. She kept waiting for some god to reveal what she’d always expected. Give her more excuses to stay away. The feelings of just three of them overwhelmed her. Vitus had such warmth and care radiating, for her and those they saw already. It was almost too much for her. Then saying that she had a room, and it seemed that the door was only big enough for her.

“A-all right,” she said. Her voice cracked on the words as she lifted a hand to the door. She turned the knob, a part of her expecting this to be where the kindness and feelings surrounding her were revealed as lies. Instead she saw a room as large as the throne room that awful king had. The bed was larger than any she’d seen in her entire life. The room felt somewhat empty otherwise though.

She slowly walked in looking around with awe at the space they’d left for her. Once inside she saw the bookshelf lining the wall and her curiosity piqued at the full shelves. She read over some of the titles and felt tears prick her eyes. The books here were ones she thought she’d never see again, all left behind in her village. Plenty she’d never heard of either. There was a large closet on the far wall, her next focus. She opened one of the doors and felt her jaw drop. It was filled with the most extravagant clothes she’d ever seen. She slammed the door, the extravagance overwhelming and a reminder of bad times.

She started towards the door when she heard loud footsteps. She froze, still terrified of the large beings. There was a clacking for these footsteps, she wished she had an idea of who they belonged to. They were growing closer, but the room wasn’t shaking. Had they...had they protected this room from responding to their movements? She hugged herself, she couldn’t remember people ever doing so much to help her.

“Vitus,” Dabria’s voice was slightly muffled from in here. “I found out the truth. Apparently there was a god of corruption formed during the time the others had gathered on the mortal plain. They died with the others since Fate had instructed us to leave only ourselves. Their domain was the corruption of mortal’s morality. They would have made the mortal’s more fun for the others. Fate said we’d be left untouched if corruption came here, even if it bleeds out of our little one. It’s only corruption for mortals, but not all of them; some mortals have strong enough wills to avoid it.”

“So I quite literally corrupt the people around me,” she said. She had moved through the entrance as Dabria talked, the goddess jumped from Delphia’s voice. She smiled at the funny idea she could scare a goddess. Dabria turned cupping her hands around Delphia. She didn’t get picked up like she expected and looked up to meet Dabria’s eyes. She was waiting, it seemed, Delphia gave her a nod. The hands quickly came closer and she was pushed onto one of the palms then brought to her face.

“You are not the corrupting force, little raven, that much was made abundantly clear by Fate. You suffer consequences you never deserved to face. This does mean you would be safe to treat this as your home.”

“I-if I stayed. How would I leave and come back on my own?”

“That’s simpler than you may realize, little light,” Vitus said, he brought his hand up to Dabria’s with something small on them. She reached out to grab the object. It was a necklace with a charm that had a door with etchings of the symbols of the gods. She looked it over before staring up at Vitus again. “Using this you can summon a door like I’ve done for you twice now. It will only react to you and you will be able to come and go as you please.”

She turned the necklace over in her hands a few times. She knew even if she refused they’d let her take it back with her. They’d give her a way to return and they’d keep watching her. She could go back, keep moving and avoid the gods and the people unless it was important. She knew that was the easy option, the better option, but she wanted to be a little selfish for once. She knew Alessia wasn’t lying, there was curiosity with Ash, Rhys seemed to be trying to appear safer this whole time. She’d barely met the others, but Felix helped and if she was cared for by Lady Death and Lord Life she couldn’t imagine anyone hurting her easily. She made her decision.

“I’ll try staying with you,” she said. Her voice wavered but the joy emanating off the two giants near her was overwhelming. Dabria pulled her to her chest again, pressing her to her heart. This was the closest thing she could have to a hug from them and the heartbeat she heard was more comforting now. She felt Dabria get pulled and a bit more pressure added to the hands holding her tightly. She was nervous, but managed to avoid squirming or yelping in response.

“Thank you little one. I will let the others know why don’t you rest for now.”

The added pressure was removed, and Dabria slowly pulled her own hands away. The smile on the goddesses face was beaming. Dabria let her slide off onto the platform they had made. She gripped the necklace tightly as she walked into the room. She shut the door only really relaxing once the sound of footsteps started. She had no idea what the repercussions from this decision would be. She was nervous that the ability to leave was a lie too. She put the necklace on, gripped the charm and asked for a door to appear. It actually did.

“Well Delphia, I guess you actually managed to make the gods care about you,” she whispered to herself. She placed her bag on part of the bed then placed her cloak over it. She climbed into it, the mattress possibly softer than anything she’d ever found. She changed her mind climbing off and rushing to the bookshelf. A book that was clearly for children was the one she sought out. A story her parents used to read to her, back when she was a child who didn’t have visions. She returned to the bed curling up with the book and reading it. A silent prayer that she didn’t make a mistake today.

She woke up with her mouth dry and a sense of wrongness. The bed was too soft and the room too large. She looked around as the events yesterday soon replayed in her head. The guards, being held by the gods, forcing away her fear enough to get a feel of the beings who’d been watching her. It still didn’t seem real. She looked at the closet, opting to ignore it for now. She didn’t change unless she’d bought new clothes in the village she visited usually. She put on her cloak, the hood up now, and slung her bag over her shoulder. With far more than an ounce of fear she approached the door of the room and opened it taking a step out.

She almost screamed when she met two giant sets of eyes. One set was a mimic of the morning sky, the other the night of full moons. She wanted to back away but a hand from each of the eyes’ owners shot out keeping her outside. She felt her heart starting to race. She had definitely never met these two. Taking a moment to take in their appearance each was tan with hair that matched their strange eyes. One of the hands poked her from behind and she stumbled forward.

“So you’re the mortal that’s staying here now?” the night sky one said. She shivered, the wording felt off. She desperately wanted to read their emotions but her own were blocking that out.

“You look so pretty, it’s like you’re a living version of the weird dolls Felix has,” the morning sky one added. She felt her stomach drop at being compared to a doll. She may have been wrong, some of the gods may see her differently than she intended. The morning sky one started to reach their other hand out towards her when a different one showed up grabbing it tightly.

“You idiots are scaring her,” the voice was gruff this time, but she knew it was the god of love, Rhys. She looked up at him, his eyes a bright red that reminded her of blood. She wished she could go back to the room they’d given her, she couldn’t imagine red eyes like that were a good thing. Especially from one taller than the two already trapping her.

“Sorry,” the two said in unison. Rhys released the hand he’d grabbed and the two hands behind her retreated. The two stepped back slightly but it made it worse when she realized they were bent slightly to stare at her like that.

“I’m Luna, the god of night, darkness and the moon. It’s nice to meet you little star,” the one with night sky eyes said.

“I’m Sola, the goddess of the morning, light, and the sun. Sorry we scared you little cloud. We were the last ones to hear about you and were curious,” the other said. Delphia tried to calm her nerves a bit before speaking. She can’t let them know how scared she was, Rhys already told them she was scared at all.

“I’m Delphia, she and her, nice to meet you,” she said with a flourished bow. The bow she’d picked up and couldn’t lose from Ophelia.

“Alessia does that too!” Luna said, a bit too loud. Sola went to reach for her again, but Rhys cleared his throat.

“Go to the kitchen you two, now.”

“Fine,” Sola whined. Delphia fell to her knees as the two were finally away from her. Rhys was still here, but he kept her from being grabbed, that might mean something good. He walked a bit closer to her before crouching a bit so his eyes were level to her. She watched the color fade to the lavender she’d seen once before.

“Are you alright? You can go back to your room no one would mind that. I had meant to make sure to be here so they wouldn’t be able to scare you like that.” She couldn’t help it, the face he made and the way she saw his hands twitching wanting to be useful, she laughed. It reminded her of the young man she’d helped from the cruel couple and the older brothers she’d seen through the eyes of their siblings in her visions. She noticed his eyes slip to the blood orange again, she wasn’t quite sure what that color meant.

“I’m sorry, you reminded me of the older siblings I’ve seen. Please forgive me. Thank you for your help. I was not expecting that when I opened the door. I suppose I should be more prepared,” she bowed to him as she had the others. She felt the wind blow her hair around as she heard a soft chuckle. She realized that it wasn't wind, but his breath.

“I would be fine being a brother for someone like you, little sister.” She looked up at him, a mischievous grin on his face. Something about it felt calming this time. His eyes faded to a calm pink and she was positive this meant happy. She couldn’t help but stare at his eyes, he seemed to realize her attention was focused on them. His eyes snapped to a dark blue, she wondered what that meant. He turned his face away.

“You were quite right yesterday when you’d spoken up about my eyes. Thank you again for that.” He stood to his full height again, she wasn’t sure why he’d be leaving so quickly. “I will leave you be, Luna and Sola mean well. The two don’t interact with mortals much at all. Most of us have at least been to villages and spent time near them. They aren’t needed like that. I’ll stay away as best I can.”

“Wait!” she called out. She couldn’t explain why she changed her opinion on Rhys so quickly, but that grin and the snap to blue when he realized she was staring. “Thank you for making so much for me. Also for trying to be less intimidating. I-I will be scared for a while I’m sure, but I appreciate the help you are giving me.”

She saw his eyes flash to a pink so bright she thought it should glow. He smiled at her then turned to walk the other direction from where he’d been going originally. This time it was where he sent Sola and Luna, and her own destination. That must mean the gods were gathering in the kitchen, possibly for her. That may be conceited to think, though. She considered going back to her room. She could go another day or two before she needed to eat.

“Are you coming?” Alessia asked. She flinched, she hadn’t heard the footsteps coming up behind her. She didn’t want to turn and face her, she still couldn’t believe this was the same person she’d known. She jumped back when Alessia moved to be in front of her. “Would you mind if I called you seer again? I know that was from...before, but it’s still what suits you.”

“Y-yes that’s fine,” she answered, turning on her heel. She couldn’t do this. She would go back to the room to see about getting a vision for her next calling. She took a step when her arm was grabbed between two large fingers. She panicked, this couldn’t be for something good. She closed her eyes tightly, terrified to move.

“Please eat something. I know how you are, and that you’ll wait until you’re nearly dead. I haven’t forgotten the time you got put in a bed next to me for fainting while I was sick.” The fingers released her and she turned to face the goddess. She stared into those brown eyes, the same look she’d seen staring at her from that bed in the clinic for so long. Alessia would realize soon enough that a mortal wasn’t enough for a goddess, and she was worse than a mortal; she was a monster.

“I-I suppose you’re right. I’ll listen to your advice.”

She started walking down the path, reluctant to see more gods. She had no idea how many there were, it could be hundreds. She may have made an awful choice staying like this. In just one morning she was called a doll, faced the god she saw destroy part of a wall, and saw Alessia. She wasn’t hearing footsteps, but Alessia stayed in her peripheral vision. That must be something the gods could just do, control their effect on the environment. As the corner that led her to the kitchen came to view, voices could be heard. She didn’t think she could be happy about this. Alessia strode forward leaving her behind the voices stopped as she rounded the corner.

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nobodycallsmerae · 3 years

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Hello, Hello!

Soo, a few days back, I had shared a post asking for some BBRae AU fanfiction recommendations, so, let's put the fact aside that it didn't really help... but now, I'm here to share some stories that I've read, and I recommend reading!

So, this list only consists of AU (Alternate Universe) stories where they aren't superheroes, so you can skip it if you want ^^

So... I won't rank them, because I think every story is amazing, (and I'm pretty easy to please,) so, I'm just assorting them as I keep collecting the links :) Also, I'll try my best to review the stories without giving away any spoilers...

Firstly, there are too many good fics to count, but here I am mentioning the ones which stood up in my mental folder. (Also, it only includes completed stories.)

This list includes all types of stories, high school, co-workers, roommates and all... the ratings are between T-M.

(Links lead to stories on Fanfiction.net.)

The Butterfly Effect -by Light NS | Rated M for semi-sexually explicit material and topics of depression and suicide.

This story definitely comes in my top-5 list blindly, and it deserves so much more! The story is about Gar and Raven, who are adults now... and let's just say there are far too many coincidences in this one! It's a lovely story with also a healthy amount of tension... because, I personally believe it can't be BBRae without some arguments *shruggs*. You should definitely check it out if you haven't already!!

Broken -by LightNS | Rated T

Oofff... okay, so this story is actually one of the first BBRae stories I've read and it's really close to my heart...

First of all, I want to say that the characters in this story are freakishly accurate. I mean, the personalities are on-point. In this story, the Titans are high schoolers, but this isn't exactly a high school romance kinda book. To be honest, this isn't exactly a romance book..(?) It's more like an action/thriller... And... it isn't heavily a BBRae book... I mean, yeah, it is based on those two characters, and Gar spends most of his time crushing on her... but, y'know, it's a book that shows both of them growing... and learning about each other -and themselves.

The writer does an amazing job to portray the character's feelings and personalities, and I'm sure her writing won't disappoint you.

The only drawback this story has is... well, it has a discontinued sequel named "Glass", so, it's kinda sad that, I mean, I've fallen in love with those characters... but, they don't really have a happy ending soo…

This writer is also on Tumblr, @lightns881 , so you can also visit her blog and support her!

By the way, there're also really great BBRae communities to be found on Fanfiction.net and you can check them out for more fun stuff to read. The ones I thoroughly recommend are:

"Best Of BBRae" which basically has all the goodness, IU and AU (but, it's a bit old so... you might not see newer fics there.); and

"Best Of BBRae AU's" which is a collection of one of the best AU stories.

Moving on...

Everything Has Changed -by Chibi 1309 | Rated M for Mature themes and language.

This story also comes in my beloved top-5 list!!

I don't really know what to say about this story without ruining it, but if you're on the lookout for an adult Titans BBRae fic, this is definitely your stop. Well, let me just say that, Gar and Rachel are best friends, a troupe I personally adore, and they live together in an apartment in Jump City.

This story has a lot... I mean, A LOT of feels, and the writer... *chef kiss* She really knows what she's doing. May it be the setting, the characters, the emotions... the author could deliver it wonderfully.

It also has a lot of other Titan members, so I like the fact that it also gives us an insight on what's going on in their lives too, rather than just Gar and Rachel.

Hands up in surrender, I won't say anything else, because I don't trust my mouth (or fingers), but this work is definitely a must read.

"Spy vs Spy" by Caitastrophe8499 | Rated M for mature themes, violence, and adult situations.

This... is a masterpiece people. You should definitely read it... like RIGHT NOW!

In this story, Gar and Rae are from rival agencies, Doom Patrol and Titans, and as fate has it, they're forced to work together. Neither of them are happy about it, because of each other's cocky and standoffish attitude and as both of them work best solo... and also... both of them hate each other... at first. This book, it includes lots of action, and if you knew me, you'll know that I am a sucker for crime and thriller. I mean, this story in itself is so great, it could be adapted into an ACTION MOVIE!! Or maybe a graphic novel to start with. :)

And what's best about it is, it doesn't only show two people romance each other, it shows a group of people working together to catch a deadly villain. I won't say much more to build suspense, but all I'll say is, it's entertaining, spicy, and the character dynamic fit perfectly with their relationship and situation, and if you haven't read it, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!! CHECK IT OUT NOW!! This will probably be one of the best recommendations of your life.

Assuming -by magisterquinn | Rated T

This is a feel good, light-hearted BBRae story that I very much enjoyed. So, basically, it's about Raven (or is it Rachel, I forget), and how the (dashingly handsome and) annoying employee won't leave her alone. She also gets a series of mail that sparks her interest, and I don't trust myself to say more without spoiling it.

Magisterquinn, the author, has an amazing collection of the BBRae (AU) stories they've written, "Chivalry Isn't Dead", "Making Mr.Right" (a must read) and "In Paris" to name a few, so, I definitely recommend checking out their profile for amazing and clever reads.

The Malchior Widow -by beautifulpurpleflame | Rated M

...this story...all I wanna say is... if you haven't read it, you're missing out on something wonderful in your fangirl(/boy) life.

This story is based on my favorite troupe, which is where all Gar wants is for Raven to open up to him. It's like, Raven is a reserved, "untouchable" person, and Gar, being Gar... feels an urge to talk to her. After many, many attempts, when Gar finally talks to her, his friends are like, "How'd you get her to talk?" or "How's she open up to you?" and the response is, "No one's ever even tried before."

"The Malchior Widow" goes at a satisfying, feel-good pace... and it's one hell of a journey. I mean, as the title suggests, Raven's a widow, and she isn't exactly open to the possibility of loving... or trusting someone else yet. It shows not only both of them falling in love... but also understanding, knowing, and learning to trust each other.

Another good AU story by Beautifulpurpleflame is "The Beach House", so you can also read that.

Honorary mention::

"How To Save Her Life" (Rated T) by "Beautifulpurpleflame"

If you're looking for a wholesome, toe-curling good, filled with feels, amazing, awesome, family Titans BBRae story... this book will give you everything... or any of Beautifulpurpleflame's stories really...

I mean, that girl... is a legend... Her stories are so great.. just... I'm speechless

Don't forget to check 'em out.

You can also follow this amazing writer on Tumblr, @beautifulpurpleflame , and show her some love and support.

Okay, another story... Now this may be considered cheating, as I'm only including completed stories... but I couldn't stop myself from not mentioning this story...

Nevermore Records -by LilyTimbers | Rated T

According to the author, only one chapter and an epilogue is left... so, I guess we could wave it off with a yellow flag?

I, myself, can't go on a single day without music. And the idea of my favorite team of superheroes... being a Rock Band..? Boy, ya' don't gotta tell me twice!

This is a slow burn story, which includes Gar in his mid-twenties, along with the other Titans (except Raven), being a part of a Rock Band, which plays gigs at different places just as a side hobby. But, as they have real talent, they get a once in a life-time chance to be an officially labeled band, they're ought to be super hit. Here, we also see some other Titans, which is a real sight for sore eyes sometimes... But, just being good doesn't mean that everything's out for them in a gold platter. The team itself faces lots of challenges which is, truth be told, really entertaining. And the fact that Gar's love interest is his own manager? Oooh... you're up for a real good ride...

I'll keep the rest of the reading to you... and believe me, the story is waaay better than my small review.

The author is also an amazing artist, and has many beautiful BBRae fanarts on her Tumblr profile @lilytimbers , so you can follow her for updates! (though tbh I think you already do... but I felt like saying it, soo...)

If you're also a sucker for musical band based BBRae story, don't forget to check out

Harmony -by Kid Walker | Rated M

Here, Raven joins a singing group which does covers, and quite willingly, she can't seem to keep her eyes off of their leader/director, Gar Logan... and looks like he can't either. It's an amazing story, and I believe you'll really enjoy reading it!

(The story itself is complete, just some extra bonus chapters that the Author posts are yet to be updated, so I guess this story qualifies.)

There is also a huge collection of amazing BBRae AU stories on Wattpad, too many to count, but here are two stories that I remember... and had a good time reading...

(On Wattpad only: (and only completed ones.))

High School -by anssoftball94

Soo... as you might've guessed from the title, here Gar and Rae are high schoolers. They live together with Rick (Dick/Robin), Kory and Vic in the Tower. I guess we could call it a slow burn, and what I enjoy is it also has the other Titans in a satisfying amount.

What I love about this story is that Gar and Rae don't just jump into a romantic relationship (like most teens do, I'm just sayin'!) and start a romance, no. In this story, first, they understand each other... and in a subtle manner, fall for each other. It's a really sweet and practical story, and I really enjoyed it... (even though I had to wait for the ending for decades!!)

Just one thing that makes this story a bit weird is that instead of "Gar" or "Garfield", Beast Boy is mentioned as "Logan" throughout the whole story... so... it was a bit... y'know? *shruggs*. But otherwise it's a must read.

A+ -by NikolaDabrowska

This story, to be honest, will definitely qualify as a cliché high school romance, "popular basketball kid falls for introverted bookworm nerd", but I really enjoyed reading it.

I mean like, you know what they say about Disney Classics, right? Even though we've read Beauty and The Beast or Snow White, we still like to watch the movies..? This story's like that.

Even though the troupe is kinda cliché, the story itself is executed in a very engaging manner, with interesting character dynamics and some original plots, so, I would definitely recommend reading it. (I, myself, have read it more than five times...)

So, that was a list of the BBRae AU stories that I highly recommend! There are more amazing (and incomplete) stories out there to read, but these are just the ones I've thoroughly enjoyed (and remembered.)

Also, feel free to share your BBRae story, if you have written any, and I'll happily read and support your story!!

Happy Reading!

Quick endnote, if you've read this post till here, do me a favor and check out my stories too! ;)

On Fanfiction.net and Wattpad.

All of my stories are complete, instead of "Tease Is Just The Cover" on FF.net (which I don't think I'm gonna work on any time soon), so feel free to check 'em out!

Sorry for the advertising, but I also want an audience y'know?

THANK YOU! And I hope you have a good day/evening/night ahead!

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luckychild · 4 years

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how would Hiei spend valentine's day with his s/o ?

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

This Ask didn’t specify reader-insert, but… I couldn’t resist.

This is my second-ever reader insert piece, so I’m still getting the hang of this writing style! But I hope you liked it anyway. Thanks for reading and for the request, anon!

Warnings/Tags: LONG post, SFW, gender neutral reader

“Your Unexpected Valentine” - A Hiei x Reader Story

You and Hiei have been together for a while...but you don’t have high hopes for Valentine’s Day with Hiei, TBH.

Is Valentine’s Day even a THING in Demon World? You aren’t sure, but you suspect it isn’t.

Plus, Hiei isn’t really lovey-dovey or emotional...

Because you aren’t sure, you decide to pry a little.

You drop a few hints, asking about his schedule and availability in the weeks leading up to Valentine’s Day. He just looks at you blankly, though.

“Yes, I’m free on Saturday. Why wouldn’t I be?” he says without a trace of irony or teasing.

He clearly has no idea Valentine’s Day is coming.

Eventually, while the two of you are out together one evening, you show him a Valentine’s chocolate display in a shop window, asking him point blank if he knows what the day is about.

You’re a little disappointed when he scoffs and says it must be some “petty human nonsense,” and that such things are beneath powerful demons like him.

You’d thought about making some plans for the both of you, but now…

Looks like your Valentine’s Day isn’t going to be too special.

(You still get him some chocolates, though. Just in case.)

Read More Below the Cut!

But Hiei isn’t oblivious. He saw the look on your face when he rejected Valentine’s Day, and he didn’t like it. Not one bit.

Hiei might be a prickly, agitated, fight-loving demon, but he loves YOU and wants you to be happy though he’d never say as much aloud.

So he went to his usual source for human-custom-translation (AKA Kurama) and asked him what the heck is up with all the hearts and flowers and chocolate he’s been seeing around the city lately.

Hiei also casually mentions your questions and the disappointment on your face. Y’know. Just in case it matters, or something. Not that he cares, mind you...

Kurama just sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, and explains in a tired voice why you might’ve been upset to be told by your boyfriend that Valentine’s Day is “petty human nonsense.”

(Kurama is tired because he’s planning his own Valentine’s outing for his special someone, but he’s your friend, and he knows that unless he intervenes, Hiei will botch this. But anyway…)

After Kurama finishes talking, Hiei is still not too thrilled about the concept of Valentine’s Day, but at least he understands why you might’ve been disappointed.

He’s a bit embarrassed he didn’t know about what seems like a very important day for humans, though.

And Hiei is not the type to stand idly by and leave a problem unaddressed, either!

So with Kurama’s help, Hiei starts planning.

Because he’s the worst, Hiei doesn’t tell you that he’s planning ANYTHING in the days leading up to Valentine’s Day.

This little shit? This smirking asshole? This teasing, cocksure little so-and-so?

HE LETS YOU THINK HE FORGOT.

HE KEEPS HIS PLANS A SECRET.

HE LETS YOU THINK HE HAS NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT VALENTINE’S DAY IS.

(He’s going to prove you wrong for thinking he’s clueless. He has his pride to save.)

(Yes, Kurama told him this was a terrible idea.)

(No, Hiei did not listen.)

So during the week before Valentine’s Day, he just… pretends not to notice Valentine’s Day things.

He pretends not to understand when you wistfully look at a display of Valentine’s roses and sigh.

He pretends not to like chocolate when you give him a taste of some.

And during the week leading up to Valentine’s Day, you become convinced (even more than you already were) that Hiei wants nothing to do with Valentine’s Day at all.

You can’t help but feel a little sad when you wake up on Valentine’s Day knowing you won’t be doing anything special.

You look at the box of chocolates you bought and wonder if you should even bother giving them to Hiei.

You stick it in your bag and carry it around with you so you can look at it on occasion and wonder what you should do with it. Eat it, reader, you deserve it.

He isn’t around much that day (not that that’s unexpected) and you spend a good deal of your time gazing into space, wondering where he is and what he’s up to.

Probably practicing with his sword somewhere, you think. He probably hasn’t thought about you once today.

By the time you go home for the day, you suspect Hiei might not be as in love with you as you assumed…

…which is why it comes as a shock when you find Hiei waiting at your front door for you to come home.

He’s pretty tight-lipped when you ask why he’s there.

He just sort of looks you over before turning on his heel and walking off into the night.

This is weird AF, of course, so for a minute you just stare at the spot between his shoulder blades in silent confusion.

Eventually he stops. Looks at you over his shoulder with a flash of brilliant red.

“Are you coming or not?” he asks with curt asperity.

And you find yourself trotting to catch up.

He takes you a good distance from where you live, to a building on the edge of a well-to-do shopping district.

This building is abandoned. Broken windows, weeds growing from cracks, the works.

You are not terribly inspired by this.

You are not terribly eager to follow Hiei inside it, but he shoots you That Look that means you should proooobably not let him leave you behind.

You grab onto the back of his cloak as he leads you through the building’s crumbling interior and to a flight of stairs.

They look rickety, but he doesn't let you worry: Hiei scoops you up and jumps up the flights from landing to landing, air rushing past as the bottom drops out of your stomach.

When he finally lands and stays still, he puts you down.

You stumble away, about to snap at him not to do things like that, it’s scary—but then you see it.

You’re on the rooftop of the building, city spread below your vantage point in a spill of beautiful, shimming lights beneath a blanket of winking stars.

But that’s not what caught your eye.

No… what caught your eye is the small table and chairs near the ledge at the edge of the roof, and the candle sitting in the center of the table. It lights up a second later (Hiei’s doing, no doubt) in a rush of warmth.

And roses! A vase of them sits beside the candle, their perfume lingering in the air.

Yes, Kurama had something to do with these. Shush.

There are also takeout boxes on the table, and a few gifts with clumsy wrapping paper sitting beside them.

Apart from the roses and the candles, it’s not a terribly elaborate or fancy setup… but you love it. You absolutely love it.

In fact, for a minute you’re rendered speechless.

You stare at it for a while in shock before stammering, “Hiei. Wh-what is...” You pause, considering. “But I thought you said Valentine’s Day was—?”

Hiei, smirking, stalks toward the table and shoots a look over his shoulder.

““Are you coming or not?” he asks for the second time that evening.

And again, for the second time, you follow.

To be honest, it’s everything you could ask for.

The takeout boxes conceal your favorite foods, the gifts are wrapped in your favorite color, and they contain things you want to buy for yourself but refrain from purchasing (they’re expensive, after all).

But Hiei clearly thinks you need to treat yourself, because he somehow figured out exactly what to get you.

You suspect the Jagan had something to do with it, but when you ask, he just looks pointedly away.

Still, you’re happy. It’s a simple rooftop dinner, but it's yours, and you are happy beyond words.

Hiei clearly put a lot of thought into this.

… perhaps too much thought. A suspicious amount of thought.

So you wait until after you’ve eaten to ask him again why he did all of this, especially considering his feelings regarding Valentine’s Day.

“I thought this didn’t matter to you at all,” you say to him. “All week, you acted like you had no interest in Valentine’s Day. So what changed?”

He says something cocky, of course. But you hold firm, staring at him until he looks away.

He’s quiet for a long time.

But, eventually… he reaches out and places a hand over yours atop the table.

Hiei isn’t the most touchy-feely person. He doesn’t cuddle or caress without intention. So this small act of affection is a bit surprising, even if you enjoy it.

You curl your fingers around his in return. They’re warmer than the candle burning between you—but they’re not as warm as his eyes just then, which are fixed on you with a tenderness as rare as Hiei’s touch.

Eventually, he speaks, voice soft beneath the starlight.

“If Valentine’s Day matters to you,” he simply says, “then it also matters to me.”

He doesn’t need to say anything else.

The two of you have never needed words to know how you feel about each other, and just then, that look in his eyes says it all.

You and Hiei spend the rest of the evening in gentle silence, sharing the box of chocolates you bought for him, and you are happy to be together with your unexpected Valentine.

This is my second-ever reader insert piece, so I’m still getting the hang of this writing style! But I hope you liked it anyway. Thanks for reading!

Note: I started to write some very Japanese V-Day traditions into this (like Hiei not planning anything and then having to plan a White Day thing in return for his partner’s V-Day plans) but that had the potential to be super gendered and I wanted this to be more gender neutral. So this is what you’ve got!

Happy Valentine’s Day, 2021!

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mira--mira · 3 years

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Hi! I was wondering

How do you think Hashirama and Madara would be in a Road to Ninja version?

I remember once reading a Hashimada fic (which I never finished RIP) that was about Madara appearing in the RTN universe and the 3 things that stucked with me were:

1.- Madara was the first Hokage (something that Madara thought was horrible when he saw his sculpted face on the Hokage mountain 🤣)

And personally I think that it would not have been like that even in the RTN universe because we didn't see his face along with the other faces of Hokages in the movie (Yeah, apparently I'm basing myself on a movie which I'm not even sure if it's canon or not, even though Kishimoto wrote it) and the RTN characters didn't seem to even know who Madara is.

2.- Hashirama having his bowlcut as an adult

And I agree with the Madara from that fanfic, it looks awful on him. Hashirama, babe, I'm sorry but the only ones who can rock that style are Guy Sensei and Rock Lee, I know you just were trying to be cool but it doesn't suite you.

3.- Tobirama was a porn writer

Instead of being a fan of forbidden jutsu and creating justus, he wrote porn novels a la Jiraiya. And I'll hold that headcanon with my dead hands.

The only other fanfic that places the founders in the RTN universe is one where the protagonist is Mito (it's an interesting one-shot that pairs her with Itama 🤔)

She was kind of a shy person 🤔? And so it was Tobirama 🤣 which I found fun.

Hashirama, as the first fanfic I mentioned, was the Tobirama of the place (saddenly Madara wasn't in this fic).

So I would like to know what are your versions of the founders (or only Hashirama and Madara if it is too much) in the RTN universe! And how do you think things would be

Hmm, RTN is an interesting concept to me but, to be honest, I don't think Konoha would exist if a lot of personalities got flipped 😂 I haven't read any RTN fics with the founders, but if you, or anyone else, have links at hand I'd love to check them out 👀

1. Madara

Here's the big one and the crux of why I don't think the village would exist. Typically I characterize Madara as an extremely responsible man who internalizes things when he shouldn't, takes himself way too seriously, is aggressive and abrasive even to people he loves sometimes, but genuinely loves the people closest too him. Reversing this would make a character that slacks off, takes no responsibility, and is completely passive in life and has fleeting attachments to others around him. Assuming he wouldn't die on the battlefield, I could see the RTN "alternate" personality coming about of Madara's being so overpowered and competent that he loses interest and distances himself from things before he can get attached and lose them.

It makes building a village very hard though. (At first I was tempted to go RTN Sasuke route and maybe RTN!Madara is a little more openly flirty than canon!Madara, but the passivity and refusal to take responsibility would be the "core" qualities for me.)

2. Hashirama

Hashirama is a bit weird because he has a lot of surface-level "conflicting" traits in canon. He is optimistic but he pushes beyond his natural attitude and uses it as a mask to hide instead of addressing his feelings. He's mischievous, likes jokes and games, and can be a bit hedonistic with his pleasure but can equally be serious when necessary and will willingly sacrifice for others around him. And simultaneously, Hashirama and Madara are connected by a shared sense of idealism but also anger. Hashirama is a very kind, but extremely angry, man. I think a RTN!Hashirama would share a kind of apathy of RTN!Madara but instead of passivity his lack of anger would manifest as cruelty. Because canon!Hashirama is angry but his anger is usually a righteous kind. I don't think RTN!Hashirama would go out of his way to be cruel, but he doesn't have the empathy of canon!Hashirama, especially to others' suffering. He enjoys fighting just a bit too much and has no qualms about killing. In his mind, he should always come first in any situation and prioritizing (or even considering) others' is effort and him going out of his way to be "nice" and the other should be thankful. Similarly if he feels any negative emotion, he won't bottle it up and swallow it down, he'll immediately address it, usually confrontationally. RTN!Hashirama is as intelligent as his canon counterpart but he doesn't suffer fools and he hates it when people underestimate him. He's pretty proud and vain, tbh.

I really don't think the above would make him the "Tobirama" of RTN verse. To me Hashirama and Tobirama have different core values and perspectives and inverting Hashirama's doesn't make it become Tobirama's, if that makes sense. This one is also wordy bc I immediately knew how RTN!Madara would be RTN!Hashirama is a bit harder to pin down. But I hope it's clear why I have doubts about the village existing...maybe if RTN!Hashirama got it in his mind as a pet project for the hell of it, that he'd be a better leader for the country and not just the Senju alone, and RTN!Madara liked the idea of no responsibility and being able to detach even further than he already was? But that's still kind of grasping for a reason.

3. Hashimada

Equally I think any Hashirama/Madara relationship would be ehhh. They definitely wouldn't have the overwhelming bond of their canon counterparts, and it could be a relationship ripe for unhappiness. The closest I can think of to making the ship work is RTN!Madara would be drawn to Hashirama's absurd level of self-confidence and able to let the casual cruelty slide off instead of getting worked up about it. In a way RTN!Hashirama is stable and predictable. If he's pretty overpowered, there's less of a chance RTN!Madara would lose him, so their relationship isn't deep but it's more or less dependable and Madara knows exactly what he's going to get. In contrast RTN!Hashirama has an audience in the form of RTN!Madara and a partner that's not going to push back against his ideas. RTN!Madara doesn't ask for much and he doesn't complain when RTN!Hashirama puts himself first. He doesn't want, or might not be capable of, the deep emotional bond their canon counterparts have. RTN!Madara wouldn't leave Konoha (if it existed) in the AU, because he doesn't really care. If someone upset RTN!Hashirama and he decided to leave to 'do it right' RTN!Madara would probably follow, maybe out of some loyalty for RTN!Hashirama but mostly because it's what's easiest.

4. Tobirama

The core of Tobirama's character to me is prioritizing logic over emotion and both a conscious and unconscious failure to realize he can't completely eliminate emotion. Tobirama loves his brother, he's curious and has a desire to find out what makes things work and is willing to bend morality to get results if it'll serve a greater good. He's very aware of the unfairness of the world but believes it's an unspoken truth of humanity and can only be mitigated through logical means, but never completely erased. He'll be the sacrificial lamb, the one that works in shadows so his brother can have his utopian dream. Despite everything, he loves his genin, the strongest bonds he has aside from Hashirama, and does try to instill in them lessons he think will help them and lead to peace and stability in the village. He's still influenced by the prejudices of his time and can never find it in him to truly forgive the Uchiha.

A RTN!Tobirama would be a man ruled by emotion. Him writing erotica all day definitely could be one way this manifests lol. But overall he's sensitive and spiritual and can't stand the idea of killing. He and RTN!Hashirama don't get along and he actively tries to avoid his brother. RTN!Tobirama has equally strong principles as canon!Tobirama, but they're pacifist in nature and while he likes his studies, he prefers to be out talking to people and learning from them first hand. He's very naive and can be easily taken advantage of and he has trouble focusing on any one thing for too long. No matter how many times this happens, he never can harden his heart or be overly suspicious of others. RTN!Tobirama would most likely be the one support peace in this AU. He embraces the Uchiha and all the Senjus past enemies with open arms, almost to a foolish degree. It'd be a bad idea if he became hokage in this AU because he's a terrible negotiator and has a bad people-pleasing streak and struggles with long-term tactics. With the exception of RTN!Hashirama, who he considers an aberration who doesn't have a soul, humans at their core all have good intentions at heart.

5. Mito

I characterize Mito as a very level-headed woman. Her marriage to Hashirama is political in nature but they grow to be good friends and she never expected to fall in love and she's glad Hashirama didn't want a traditional wife. Mito is devoted to her community work (she works hands-on with people in the village), she seeks out connections with others and, despite the distance, remains close with her family in Uzushio, constantly writing them letters. She's spiritual and follows the Uzumakis' beliefs (not gonna list this OoT spoiler lol) and studies fuinjutsu in her spare time, something she's done since she was a child. She is willing to sacrifice if it meant protecting something she considered greater than herself, much to her own personal detriment. She loves and is proud of her children and grandchildren, but if she had a choice, she would have chosen to remain childless, she finds her true calling elsewhere.

RTN!Mito, similarly to RTN!Tobirama, is ruled by emotions. She dreams of one day making a good marriage for herself and centers romance and being a mother as her ideal life, but she's extremely picky when it comes picking the perfect husband. RTN!Mito knows how much she's worth and she refuses to settle and will not even entertain the idea of an arranged marriage. She has a hard time forming long-lasting, deep bonds with other people and views starting her own family as the solution to this problem. At times she can be a bit absent-minded and unintentionally selfish, but she's not actively malicious. She blusters a lot and depending on the situation can come off as cold and uncaring, but it's only to hide the depth of her true feelings and loneliness. In this AU she would absolutely refuse to marriage RTN!Hashirama. Nothing on hell or earth, could make her change her mind.

Mito is such a blank-slate character it feels like writing an oc more than a canon character, tbh. And this is something I don't see brought up a lot but a "heart full of love" to combat the kyuubi's hatred to me has never been exclusive to romantic or familial (to children) love. *cough* I want a complex female character who's not vilified for not wanting to have children and/or regretting having them *cough* Mito's "love" was for the people of Konoha and Uzushio. My personal headcanon regarding her and Hashirama's child (I don't think she had more than one) was that she was dedicated to her son, but quickly realized being a mother wasn't her dream or something she even actively liked. The kid was well-cared for and she was dutiful towards him, but Hashirama was the parent that loved and embraced him with his whole heart and it led to some tension between Mito and her son as the kid could tell the difference and neither of them were "wrong" to feel the way they did. This is why Tsunade was shown with Hashirama instead of Mito, he was a lot more present in her life when she was young (instead of Kishi just not having made Mito as a character yet). But after Hashirama and Tsunade's dad died (and then Nawaki), she and Mito grew close but it was definitely more of a friendship or student/mentor relationship rather than a traditional grandmother/granddaughter relationship but both were satisfied with it and loved eachother. Likewise I didn't want RTN!Mito's characterization to be shallow and hit misogynistic undertones with her being an "opposite" to Mito's calm, level-headed, focused on her work/passions characterization.

6. Closing thoughts

#1: Wow this got long #2: I feel conflicted about RTN because it seemed to flip surface-level characteristics instead of deep characterizations, and ignored flaws altogether. The ones above, esp. Hashirama and Madara's, are kind of dark in a way? But that's the only way it makes sense to me...Gai and Lee caring about style and being stylish is a funny joke but if you were to actually poke and prod and say their personalities were inverted, neither of them would be top-notch ninja as we know...unless I'm just completely misremembering RTN because I realize it's been years since I saw it lol. Anyway, hope this was entertaining!

#naruto #hashimada #hashirama senju #madara uchiha #mito uzumaki #tobirama senju #asks #al-stuffy #rtn au #long post

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sticking it - j. farabee

chapter 3

a/n: um, so, here’s this. enjoy it. there’s not much to say, just that this is super cute tbh and that farabee definitely knows his Megan :))

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warnings: fluff, this chapter has a lot to do with mental toughness of an athlete, swearing, nothing else i can think of

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BZ: hey, i’m outside whenever you’re ready

You grabbed your gym bag and made your way downstairs, finding Joel standing outside his car holding a smoothie and granola bar, “I figured coffee might not be the best thing for you right before practice, so I’m hoping you like smoothies.”

“You might be surprised how many times I made that mistake when I was younger,” you added walking closer to him, watching as he opened the door for you, “oh wow, a true gentleman.”

“I have to get on your good side. Especially if I want to see you in my jersey again,” he said before shutting your door, “do you have good music taste?”

“I like to think I do?”

“Ok, well you seem somewhat confident with that answer, so you can have aux if you want,” he handed over his phone that was already opened to Spotify. Unsure of what he would like, you decide to put on your pre-practice hype playlist that featured Kendrick Lamar, Childish Gambino, Chance the Rapper, and Meg Thee Stallion.

Deciding to just hit shuffle, ‘Captain Hook’ by Megan Thee Stallion was the first to play. You expect Bee to just sit there and let you play your music without objection, but you were shocked when you heard him say, “real hot girl shit.”

“Do you know the whole song or just that?” but as he continued to sing the rest of the song, with the obvious censorship, you were shocked to say the least, “wasn’t expecting that one.”

“I love Meg, not even going to lie to you,” Joel said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Don’t we all, don’t we all.”

Eventually the two of you made it to your gym, Joel bidding you a quick farewell and waited for you to get in the building before driving away. As soon as you entered the gym, you put your gym bag in your locker and joined Nicole and your other teammates on the floor. “Ok, ladies. For warm up today, we’ll be doing 15 minutes of running outside, two ab circuits, and two rope climbs. Nicole and y/n, we need to speak with you right after.”

“Not the ‘Nicole and y/n, we need to speak with you’,” Nicole said, getting her running shoes on.

“I’m more concerned about the cardio, babe,” you said, grabbing your running shoes from your gym bag.

The two of you were the first ones to finish the run, doing your ab circuits and rope climbs as quickly as possible, and went straight to Michelle and Marcus. “Alright, so, your performances at the American Cup were amazing and we’re super proud of you both. But with there being about two months until the US Classics, we want to make sure both of you are practicing safe routines, and safe landings especially,” Marcus said.

“Right now, we just want you two to get a few full out routines a week and marking the rest. Obviously, we will dedicate time to our dismounts and tumbling, etc., it’s just not safe to be going all out and overworking yourselves,” Michelle added,”Nicole, you’re free to go, you’ll be starting on bars with Coach Collins.”

Once Nicole had left, both Marcus and Michelle looked towards you, Marcus being the first one to break the silence, “we assume you heard about Kathryn working the dismount?”

Simply nodding in response, Michelle quickly spoke up,”look, we’re going to be honest with you right now. There is a possibility she isn’t going to compete it and just posted it to scare you, but we do know that you have been cleared to work on twisting dismounts, we just want you to start off doing a single full and the highest you’ll go this week is double twists. We’ll continue working towards the triple and eventually the 3.5, but we’re going slow and most won’t be an actual landing.”

“We have a plan in place we think will work, but you have to follow the plan. It’ll only work if you agree to pace yourself correctly,” Marcus added.

“So, we’ll start week 1 of 8, easing back into twisting. So, twisting drills, lots of twisting into the pit, but we stick with just doing fulls. Week 2 of 8, is going to be starting to work on twisting off the beam, we will just stick with 1-1.5 twists, maybe try a double, but nothing more. Week 3, is going to be getting doubles consistently, and maybe try a 2.5. Week 4, is consistent 2.5 twists and try more drills to get the triple twisting back. Week 5, we do the triples for real and getting them consistent. Week 6 will be working on getting back to doing 3.5 twisting. Week 7 and 8, will have less focus on beam and just work on getting everything else consistently in time for the Classic,” Michelle told you, showing the board that had all of this marked on there.

“Keep in mind, we are just working on getting the dismount back, but that doesn’t mean you only do beam, we have to do other events, too. And you have to follow this plan, do you understand?”

“Yeah, I understand,” you replied.

“Alright, today you start on floor and end on beam.”

…..

The first week was easy enough, you were just doing drills that you had been doing since you were younger, but you knew these next two months would not be as easy as you wanted them to be. Eventually, you had to start working towards the actual dismount. With week two, it was a lot harder than you expected. Although you were doing a skill you had had for years, the idea of doing anything similar to what hurt you still scared you.

Once you were able to get your single twists back consistently, it was onto adding more twists. By week three, you were working on double twists, which was something you used to do as warm-up and now here you were standing at the edge of the beam, unable to move towards the landing mat on the other side. You knew that if you didn’t get it at some point this week, it would push back the plan, which was something you couldn’t afford.

Somehow you got past doubles and 2.5, working triples by week 5. Week 5 consisted of doing the dismount into the pit, which was something you were able to do, but you were stuck in the same spot as you moved onto week 6.

At the start of week 6, Kevin took note of how you were getting home later than he was even after his practice. He took note that you seemed a lot less excited about going to practice, hardly talking to anyone, other than a few spare texts here and there. “Kev, you still planning on coming to the lake with us this weekend?” Carter asked, as the team headed back to the locker room.

“Yeah, I think so. I have to make sure y/n/n is okay though. She’s been overworking herself again and we all know what happened last time she did that,” Kevin replied. He was familiar with how you were able to invest so much time into your sport, and although he was happy that you were able to after so long, he knew that it could be your downfall.

“If she wants to take time off, there are enough rooms at the condo, she’s welcome to come. Plus, I’ll ask Teeks to bring Karly, so she has someone there,” Carter offered.

Kevin appreciated the offer, but he still felt bad. This was a ‘guys’ weekend that had been planned months ahead of time, but he also knew it was an amazing option for you to come and be away from the gym. “Check with the other guys first. I would feel awful ruining the plans we have.”

“Yeah, of course, I’ll ask them as soon as I can and let you know,” Carter answered just as Nolan, Travis, Morgan, and Joel walked into the locker room. He quickly called them over, “Ok, so Kev noticed that y/n/n has been overworking herself and is worried about leaving her here, would it be cool if she came with us? I already offered, but he wanted to make sure it was cool with you guys.”

A series of yes’ echoed through the group. “I can see if Karly wants to come, too, just so y/n/n doesn’t have to deal with all of us by herself,” Travis added, “I can tell Beezer is a little bit too happy about this one.” The group turned towards Joel, who was now sporting a huge smile on his face.

“Listen, I just like spending quality time with my team and their family. Team bonding, you know,” Joel replied.

“Mhm, that’s definitely it,” Nolan said rolling his eyes, “don’t forget the PowerPoint.”

As Kevin left the rink, he checked the time and realized now was the time that you were usually at lunch, he decided to head to the gym to talk to Michelle and Marcus. “Ah, Kevin, it’s so good to see you. Congrats on a good season so far,” Marcus stood up from his desk to shake Kevin’s hand.

“I need to ask something. I know y/n has been overworking and it’s concerning me. Now, I get if this might not be a mutual concern, but if it is, I wanted to ask if she could have the weekend off?” Kevin said.

“Oh my god, please get her out of here. I know if we let her, she would sleep here, but right now, she needs to play it safe or else she’ll get hurt,” Michelle said as she walked through the office door towards the pair.

“Would the lake be playing it safe or no?”

“As long as she doesn’t follow after you and your friends, she’s making somewhat smart choices,” Marcus said.

“That’s valid, I respect it. I’m coming to pick her up from here tomorrow morning during her private lesson with you guys,” Kevin said, to which both of your coaches nodded.

After making some more small talk with your coaches, Kevin made his way back down to the parking lot, running into just the right person, “Nicole, I need a favor.”

“Oh, hey, Kev. How are you? I’m great, thank you for asking. What’s up?”

“Can you possibly sneak into y/n’s apartment tomorrow while she’s at her private lesson and pack her a bag for a four day trip to the lake?”

“Oh, thank God, you’re getting her out of here. And yeah, of course. She’ll get here at 7, so what time do you plan on leaving your place?”

“Well, she’s supposed to be here til 10, so I’ll leave at like 8:30, so just drop the bag off at mine?”

“Yeah, that works. I’ll see you then.”

…..

Shortly after you left for practice, Nicole made her way to your apartment. You had given her a spare, so she had a way in. She quickly grabbed all your hair stuff, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and then 5 outfits, 4 swimsuits, socks, shoes, and anything else she thought you might need.

She made sure to water your plants before leaving towards Kevin’s apartment. Knocking on the door, Nolan was the one to answer, “Hey, Nic.”

“Hey, Nol. I come bearing gifts - well if you consider all my friends stuff I took from her apartment to give her a break from her stubborn self - then Merry Christmas.”

“Nicole, thank you so much. I owe you one,” Kevin said as he rounded the corner.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m here to help her out,” Nicole stated simply,”her chargers are in the side pockets and everything else is in the main part of the bag. Ok, I have to go now, have fun this weekend.”

Nolan and Kevin got the rest of their necessities together before jumping into Kevin’s car and heading to your gym. Michelle was the one to let the pair into the gym, having locked the doors for the private lesson.

They took their time, watching as you were working on some drills with Marcus, but when Marcus’ eyes found Kevin’s he stopped what he was doing. “Hey, look. You’ve been working yourself a little bit too hard recently, so we’re letting you take this weekend off,” Marcus said, guiding you towards Nolan and Kevin.

“I don’t need time off, I’m fine. I- what are they doing here?”

“You’re going with them to the lake for the weekend,” Marcus continued guiding you closer to them, knowing you would try to make a run for it.

“Hey, y/n, we have a bag packed for you already, so c’mon,” Nolan said, calmly.

“I’m not going,” you protested.

“You’re going,” Kevin said, walking closer to you before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. Nolan picked up your gym bag from the ground and followed behind Kevin.

“Guys, what the hell? This is like kidnapping or something?”

“We love you,” you heard Michelle say as Kevin made his way out of the gym with you on his shoulder. As soon as you got to the car, Nolan opened the backseat doors and Kevin pushed you in there. You assumed that as soon as they left you would be able to just open the door and run, but you were quickly denied that option when you saw that the child locks were still on.

“The child locks? Seriously?”

“We knew you’d run. C’mon, your coaches said you needed to stop working so hard, so it’s not just us saying it. Now we have about a four hour drive, so I say either sleep or just go on your phone, but please just take this time off peacefully,” Kevin said.

“How am I supposed to do this peacefully when you kidnapped me?”

“Ok, well, that sucks. But Karly is coming too, so you can rant to her when you get there.”

“Bee will be there, too,” Nolan interjected.

“Thanks for the warning.”

“Don’t act all tough, sweetie. Not all of us are blind,” Nolan said, looking towards Kev.

“I’m not blind, I just choose to ignore it,” Kevin replied.

…..

“So, you and y/n, huh?” Karly asked Joel while Travis and Carter were over by the grill, Morgan still inside unpacking.

“I mean I don’t know,” Joel responded honestly.

“Do you want there to be?” Karly quickly took note of the slight blush and small smile that gathered on his face.

“I wouldn’t object, if that says anything,”Karly laughed at the fact that both of you had similar responses to the same question, “what? Did I say something bad?”

“No, hun, no. You both are just a lot alike, that’s all. I think you’d be good for her though, she deserves something good in her life.”

“Yeah, I agree with you on that one,” Joel said, hearing his phone go off, “oh, guys, they’re here, but they need help with their bags.”

As the boys made their way outside to go help with bags, Karly waited inside for you to come in, only to see Kevin carrying your sleeping form with Joel following close behind with your bag.

“Awe, babe. Did you see Bee carrying y/n/n’s bag? That’s so cute,” Karly said when Travis returned.

“Awe, babe, how come you never carry my bag?” Travis said, only earning an elbow to the rib from Karly.

“y/n has been out most of the way home, so we honestly don’t know when she’ll be up,” Nolan said, walking towards the pair.

…..

Shortly after dinner was served, the group made their way close to the deck, Joel quickly finding a spot on the hammock after pushing Morgan off. Travis and Karly sitting near the edge of the water, Morgan sitting right next to the hammock near his best friend, and Nolan, Carter, and Kevin standing and talking.

You had woken up in the familiar room of the condo, quickly changing into comfier clothes and attempting to find the others in the house. When you saw that the house was silent, you quickly came to the assumption that everyone was near the docks, so you got a bottle of water and made your way over there.

“Ah, sleeping beauty has finally arrived,” Travis said, seeing you make your way towards the group.

“Fuck off, dude,” you yawned, “I was tired.”

“Awe, poor baby,” Joel said from the hammock, earning an eye roll from you.

“Bee, you’re in my usual spot right now, I would watch it if I were you.”

“You’re free to join me,” he said, a smirk evident in his voice.

“Oh, wow, the girls are fighting,” Morgan’s voice could be heard from beside the hammock.

You eventually made your way over to the hammock after those on the deck started their conversation up again, “Bee, can I sit by you?”

“Awe, babe, I am going to need to speak up,” Joel said, cockily.

“I’m not doing that again,” you said, walking towards the hammock and quickly pushing the hammock to the side, which caused him to fall out, “awe, babe, it looks like you fell.”

You quickly got back up on the hammock, expecting him to push you over the way you did him, but were shocked when he simply laid right on top of you, his head on your chest and arms wrapping around you, “plot twist,” he said, softly.

“Your face is in my boobs right now,” you stated, causing him to lift his head to look at you, you kept one of your feet towards the ground to keep the hammock moving.

“Your heart started beating faster when I laid down, so either you’re about to have a heart attack or I make you nervous. But honestly, if you want me to move though, I will.”

“No, no. You’re fine,” you spoke softly as he rested his head against your chest once more, your hand finding its way towards his head to play with his hair.

“Hey, we are still over here by the way,” Kevin yelled towards you two.

“Kev, stop. They’re adorable, let them be,” Karly quickly scolded him.

“I’m just going to move, so that way I’m not third wheeling again,” Morgan grumbled.

#sticking it #joel farabee #joel farabee x reader #joel farabee imagines #philadelphia flyers #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #joel farabee x gymnast!reader

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To the Beat // drummer!Tom 2/2

(a/n) and, as promised, here’s part 2! again big thanks to @duskholland and @captainpeggy40 <333 but a quick reminder, that i don’t often write smut, i don’t really know shit about writing smut so i actually had no business doing it... but i did it. so enjoy :) just, if its bad, don’t come for me

word count: 9117 words of filth tbh

warning: SMUT, i don’t even know what to specify. just.. 18+ okay but also, some fluff and humor cause i live by that

Please reblog if you liked it so more people can see it <3 and if you want to see more of this au, send an ask or dm <3

Read part 1 here <---> extra headcanons here

“It looks good on you,” he commented when you met at the door.

“Thanks,” there was the heat up your cheeks again. “And thank you for everything else, I had a really great night.” you were about to take the hat off to give it back, but he stopped you.

“It doesn’t have to end here, darling.” He said softly. For a second, it felt like your heart had stopped altogether. How you hoped he would say that, and then he did.

“What do you want to do?”

“I live a block away. We can- I don’t really know what we can do, to be honest.” He admitted, making both of you laugh.

“Your place sounds good,” and you stepped aside for him to lead the way. Tom opened the door but almost stopped when he saw it was raining. And it was raining hard. It had escalated from the moment you had looked out the window. Then you realised he didn’t have a jacket and was only wearing that tank top.

“I would offer you my jacket,” you said, “but I don’t think you would fit it… and I don’t have one.” You came to realise like the genius you were.

“I guess we’ll have to run for it, then.” He held out his hand. You didn’t even hesitate and grabbed it. Clutching on to the shirt and CD, you ran alongside Tom, across the street and then following it to the next right. It wasn’t really a run, but definitely a trot. The rain poured down on you, quickly soaking through all your clothes. By the time you had reached the door of his apartment building, your hair was sticking to your face, and you both looked like drenched cats. Tom grabbed his keys and unlocked the door as quickly as possible, letting you go first.

You leaned against the wall and let your breathing calm down. He did the same against the door. There was a second of silence before you started laughing. What was so funny? Neither of you knew. It just felt nice and like the right thing to do after running through the rain like idiots. Oh, so that’s what was so funny.

“Right, this way,” he pointed up the stairs. “I would suggest the elevator, but it hasn’t worked in like five years, I think.”

“Stairs are fine,” you said, already walking up.

“Wait until the fourth floor. Cause I’m not carrying you.” He joked, and you giggled, putting away the thought of him holding you in his arms and carrying you up the stairs into his home… and kissing you… throwing you onto the bed… FOCUS!

“Woah!” you almost missed a step, but luckily Tom caught you just in time.

“You okay there?”

“Yeah, just a bit slippery,” you tried to excuse your clumsiness, hoping that the fact that you were soaked from top to bottom would help. It did. Still laughing at you though, Tom helped you up and from then on you walked side by side. All the way up to the sixth floor. As exhausted as you were, you tried to play it off cool.

“Here we are.” He tapped on the door with his whole palm, and for a second you thought someone would open, but then he pulled out his keys again. A moment later you were walking into the flat. You couldn’t see much in the dark, but Tom quickly turned on the lights. It was a nice looking place—big living room with an attached kitchen. On one side there were two doors, which you assumed were his bedroom and bathroom. It was clean, but here and there some items were misplaced or left behind, making known that there was indeed a person living here.

On the wall closest to the entrance, you noticed pictures hanging. Most were of Tom and his friends and family. One stood out to you. It was an adorable little dog, smiling at the camera. When you looked over to the living room again, you noticed a red dog bed next to the couch with a bunch of squeaky toys.

“You have a dog?” you asked, already excited to see a puppy.

“Yeah, she’s called Tessa, but she’s staying with my parents and other brothers for the weekend since I would be out of the house for most of the time.”

“Ah yeah, that makes sense-” you had been looking around, not paying too much attention to Tom himself in all honesty. But then you had turned around and froze. There was Tom. Shirtless. He looked at you, slightly concerned and confused as to why you looked like that. You just had no idea what to respond with. There he was… six-pack and- and everything, in all its glory. His arms were still shining from the rain. Was this actually real?

You hadn’t noticed it before, but without the shirt, you saw how he had been wearing a necklace. A thin silver chain with some sort of charm on it that from a distance looked like a coin. He had been in the middle of fixing it when you turned around. So, there was that flexed arm to add to the things that broke your mind momentarily.

Tom stared at you, looked down at himself, then back at you. He was about to look behind himself, probably to check if there was something wrong, but then realised.

“Oh..OH. Shit.”

You were still speechless.

“See, I did not think this through. I was just gonna change my shirt.” He showed you the wet piece of cloth that was once his loose tank top. “Do you want something to wear? I don’t want you to catch a cold.” Now that you mentioned it, you were starting to shiver.

Your throat dry, you tried to mutter out, “uhh, yes. Thank you.” He nodded, walked past you and disappeared into the room you suspected to be the bedroom. He was gone for a bit, but when he came back, he was already changed. You had to hide your disappointment that he had put on a shirt, but the grey sweatpants made up for it in a way. Fuck.

“Here,” he handed you some clothes. “It’s probably not the best outfit, but it should keep you warm.”

“Thank you.” you grabbed the clothes from him. “Can I change in there?”

“Yeah, yeah, go ahead.” He got out of the way, but you only took a step before he repeated something. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“Uhm, sure. Tea?”

“Coming right up.” and he went off to the kitchen to set the kettle. You walked, uninterrupted, to the other room. It was, like assumed, the bedroom with not much there except for a closet and a large bed. It did look really comfortable though. And made up. You wished your bedroom looked this clean.

You took off your wet clothes, which was quite the challenge since it all stuck to your skin and your jeans wouldn’t budge from their place. The clothes Tom had provided were some shorts that seemed like he used for training or whatever exercise he did and a sweater. You had wanted to wear your new Winter Solstice t-shirt but, of course, that had soaked through as well. So, you put on the sweater and knew immediately that that was the better choice. It was soft and warm. Plus, the idea of wearing his clothes was also touching to the heart.

You walked out of the room as Tom was pouring the boiling water into two mugs. He looked over at you with a smile.

“How do you take it?” He was opening the fridge, ready to take out the milk.

“Honey and lemon, but it’s fine if you don’t have that.” you quickly added.

“Please, you’re talking to the tea expert here.” He took out a bottle of lemon juice, the same out you always buy you noticed, and a jar of honey from the cupboard. As he did that, you looked around some more in the room. The large leather couch was definitely the centre point of the room, with the large tv in front of it, accompanied by a PlayStation. There was a bookcase filled with… well, books, but also CD’s, records and different little things between them. You looked around, hoping to find a drum set somewhere, but there was none. Which made sense. You didn’t expect the neighbours to be too fond of drumming as a pastime hobby.

“We practice at Harrison’s place. He soundproofed his place.” Tom explained, seeing how you were looking around cluelessly. He handed you your cup as you both sat down on the couch. Fearing for your tongue, you carefully took the first sip, but it was surprisingly pleasant. He must have poured in some cold water to cool it down, just the right amount too. As soon as the tea got into your system, you felt the warmth go through your entire body. It was absolutely fantastic.

Still, you had to admit, it was a strange situation. Never would you have imagined to go to a concert and then, later on, go out for a late-night meal with the drummer, and now to be drinking tea on his couch.

“You don’t do this often, do you?” You quizzed. Tom looked up from his mug.

“Do what?”

“This. Take a girl out to eat, bring her home, undress in front of her… make her tea.” you elaborated on your question.

“The tea making, yeah, that’s new.” He sipped his tea with a slurp.

“Well, I’m glad to be the first then.” You knew he had meant it jokingly, so why not just go along with it?

You drank your tea together in silence. It all had this strange domestic feeling that was very nice, but by far not what you thought would be doing with Tom that night. But eventually, the tea had been drunk. You were sitting on opposite ends of the sofa. At one point you had put your legs on top of his. You could see that he was thinking about something.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you asked. He had been staring at the coffee table, mumbling the Flintstones theme song to himself and tapping his fingers along to the melody on your leg. You had clearly pulled him out of a trance.

“Do you wanna dance?”

“What?”

“Sorry, I was just thinking, we can sit here the whole night until we fall asleep, or we can put on some music and dance. Just a suggestion.” He was full of surprises, this guy.

“Yeah, sure.” You got up and pulled him by the hands to follow you. “Sounds fun. Pick a song” You thought he would just get out his phone and get a Bluetooth speaker, but boy were you wrong. He moved over to the bookcase with his music collection. You tried to look over his shoulder at what record he had picked, but he pulled it out of the sleeve quickly and put it under the needle of the record player.

As the needle scratched between songs, he walked back to you. The music that he picked was slow, and it felt perfect for the moment as he took your hand in his and let the other softly touch your side. You weren’t the most excellent dancer but knew enough that you had to put your free arm on his shoulder.

The two of you moved around the room slowly, to the beat of the song. You put your head on his chest and could hear his heart beating along, well a bit faster. You could see his necklace poking out from underneath his shirt, so you let go of his shoulder to pull it out.

“It’s nice,” you smiled, a bit dazed, playing with the charm between your fingers. You could hear him chuckle a thank you.

The song was new to you. It was a simple melody, the singing was soft and intimate. As you spun around in Tom’s arms, it felt like the words were speaking to you directly. What was it again? You couldn’t remember exactly. Feeling him so close next to you, everything else was just a blur. Just like when he sang-

“Wait, is this you?” you looked up at him. He just smiled.

“Oh my god, it is!” Way to ruin the moment, but the song had already ended, and it was the only one on that side of the small record. “You guys have records?”

“We got ourselves an EP copy each,” he explained, scratching the back of his head. “I hoped you would like it.”

“I- I do.”

You looked into his eyes, trying- hoping- to see what he was thinking. They were flickering golden brown in the soft and warm light of the room. Then you saw it. That one sign you were looking for. It was just a fracture of a second. If you had blinked, you were sure you would have missed it. But you did see it. You saw how his eyes quivered down to your lips and back up to meet your eyes again.

He held your hand in his, the other was on your waist. He pulled you in closer—your chest against his. You could feel how shaky his breath was against your cheek. You lost your battle with self-control as you dared to glance down at his lips. They looked so soft. So inviting.

And you took that invitation gladly. Pressing your lips against his. He stumbled back a step, not expecting the push. He let go of your hand so he could hold you firmly against his chest. In the meantime, your hands wandered off to his hair. It was still wet from the rain, making it easier for you to comb through it. The kiss itself intensified with each lasting second.

A sound escaped you as he grabbed onto your leg, just to drag you off to the couch. He sat, giving you easy access to sit on his lap. You sat down with great pleasure.

If the air wasn’t such a necessity in life, it would have been likely you would have never pulled away, but alas. You parted your lips just enough to stop your lungs from burning. Tom took that moment to brush off a strand of hair behind your ear. A classic little move but you fell for it immediately. The feeling of his fingers against your skin. It felt sinful. It was only your cheek. Just thinking about his touch all over your body gave you that rush to kiss him again.

As he kept on holding your waist with one hand, the other made its way to your thigh, squeezing it gently. That little gesture made you jump up. Unplanned, was the friction between your and his hips. You couldn’t hear it, but you felt him hold back the moan.

“Fuck, don’t hold it in,” as frustrating it was to pull away, it had to be said. “Please,” you panted.

“Whatever you want, baby.” He leaned in to kiss you again, but this time he went lower down to your jawline. You held on to the back of his head and shoulder for support as he kissed and nipped at your skin, moving down to your neck.

Your body was starting to feel hotter and hotter. The once so comfortable sweater was just an inconvenient restriction at this point. And Tom felt that too. To your disappointment, his hands left your body to tug at the hem of the sweater. Before taking it off, however, he looked you in the eyes.

“You sure about this?”

“Yes,” you breathed out.

“But, if you ever wanna stop, just tell me, okay?”

“Yes.” How he managed to form full sentences, that was a mystery. You put your arms up, letting Tom take off the sweater. He threw it over the edge of the couch. Not a second later, your lips were together once again. Even though it only had been a minute, two max, it felt like an eternity that you had to get through to touch him again.

His fingers moved slowly over your body. Every inch he moved, followed with a burning sensation as if he was on fire. Burning you gradually, in the best way possible. One thing just felt off. So, you tugged at his shirt.

“I’m not doing all the work, babe,” he said with a grin. You rolled your eyes at his comment, but it wasn’t as if you really minded undressing him. You grabbed the shirt and slowly pulled it up to his chest. One by one, his muscles showed themselves, and you had to control the urges that started building up in the pit of your stomach. You pulled the shirt. Tom already had his arms up, ready to get the fabric off. If only he knew about your plan that started forming in your head.

The hem of the shirt just touched his lip when you put it in his mouth. He was about to spit it out, but you stopped him.

“Just wait, okay.” He kissed his cheek sweetly, making him roll his eyes at you. As slowly as possible, you slid off his lap. He wanted to make a grab at your hips, but you pushed his hands off… with difficulty, cause fuck, if it didn’t feel right to have him touch you.

The only way to let him leave you alone was intertwining your fingers, and letting your hands fall to his sides. He saw how you planted your feet on the ground so to make it easier for the both of you he spread his legs. It was a golden sight. With a big smile on your face, you leaned in, kissing his chest. It immediately received the reaction you hoped for. With the fabric in his mouth, Tom groaned softly, but still very audibly in the quiet room. When you looked up, you saw him tugging at the shirt as he tried to pull his head up, tensing his jaw. He could have just spit it out if he really wanted it gone… but he didn’t.

Thought it safe, you let go of his hands. They stayed in place next to his thighs. You moved closer to him to continue the feather-light kisses along his smooth skin. With each touch, his chest heaved in deep and heavy inhaled. You kept going. Kiss after kiss, moving lower and lower. You couldn’t help it but lick down that line of his abs, across that gorgeous tummy of his. And it was good too, rewarded with a beautiful growl from Tom. You could have said it was the best thing you had heard that night, but you had listened to a lot of good things that night… and who knew what was still to come.

You left one last kiss below his belly button, exactly to meet the elastic band of his underwear. A part of you wanted to snap it, but that felt a bit too cruel considering you almost made him swallow his shirt. You looked up again. It was a magnificent sight, Tom holding that hemline in his mouth, gritting his teeth as his chest moved up and down, needing and hoping for a release. He looked down at you too, and his eyes were black with lust. You could see him clenching his fists.

That was a sign of continuing. Unlike before, you quickly started to unbutton his trousers. You were too focused on your little task to look at Tom, but you saw him roll his head on the backrest of the couch. You unzipped the pants and pulled them down with a few tugs.

You almost felt bad seeing how hard he got in those few moments. Almost. Just a little bit more teasing wouldn’t hurt, right? Tom had other ideas. He pulled out the shirt from his mouth, tugged it off in one swift move, and threw it behind him. He glared down at you. “I swear if you don’t suck me off right now-”

“Or what?” you challenged him. This clearly took him aback, but only for a second. Then, this twinkle in his eye appeared, telling you that there was not a saint thought in his mind at that moment. He leaned over, only an inch away from your face. His words were like a high, each one giving you precisely the right rush of adrenaline you needed.

“Suck my cock, Princess, or I’ll just have to fuck that pretty mouth myself.”

And you were gonna let him, but a more significant part of you didn’t want to give up that easily. So, for now, you let out a soft whimper and nodded. Tom kissed you softly on the lips before sitting back up straight. He looked like a king on a fucking throne, with that proud and smug grin. It was giving you the greatest pleasure to ruin that little moment of his.

You palmed him through his boxers, moving your hand up and down, then leaned in yourself to kiss it, still through the fabric. Tom hissed out a moan, and right then, you knew you were golden. One more little kiss and you reached out for the border of his underwear. You were about to pull it down-

And then you got up.

“What the fuck-”

“I’m gonna get some water, I think.” And just like that you hopped over to the little kitchen and grabbed yourself a glass. As you were pouring yourself the water, you could hear him shuffling his feet out of his trousers. You could hear him walk up behind you. As you were about to touch the brim of the glass against your lips, you felt him push against your back. His hard-on was more than evident. He moved his fingers into your hips as he whispered into your ear, making your body shake from anticipation.

“So, you wanna play games, huh?” His tone was nothing but filthy. “You could have just said so, I mean I got Monopoly somewhere in the closet.” His left hand drifted off, moving up your side. You were still holding that damn glass of water, body frozen.

“Or I could turn on the PlayStation, whatever you want darling.” He kissed you just below the ear. His hand was sliding across the valley between your breast, tracing up to your neck.

“Hmm, tell me, what do you want?”

“I- I-” you couldn’t think straight. With him talking like that and his soft touch, it was too much.

“Speak up, baby.”

“I want...Aah!! What the fuck!” Suddenly his touch was gone, and you felt something ice-cold cover your torso. You had still been holding up that glass of water, and when Tom got close enough, he tipped it over with his finger, letting all the cold content spill out on you. Goosebumps formed all over your body, and you shrieked out in pure shock.

“Oops,” he giggled and pecked you on the cheek. Before you could say another word, he was walking away, in the direction of his bedroom. Not looking around, he held up his hand.

“Counting to four and then you better be here, without those ugly shorts.”

“They’re yours,” you said as he opened the door, still shivering from the cold water. He opened the door and was gonna close it but then quickly said-

“So? I have horrible taste. Take ‘em off, darling,” and he closed it. You could hear him count from the other side.

ONE

You quickly pushed off the, indeed, not great looking shorts.

TWO

You started walking up to the bedroom. The butterflies in your stomach had left the cage and were going crazy.

THREE

Almost at the door.

FOUR

You opened it. There stood Tom. He didn’t even hide the way he was checking you out. In only a bra and panties, there was little you could hide behind, but you tried to fight the insecurities.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He said before striding your way. Grabbing on to you, he kissed you passionately. You felt his hand in your hair, so you mimicked it. For the rest, you had no idea what was going on since you had closed your eyes. You let all the other senses speak for themself—his soft but harsh touch; the way you could still smell the rain on him—the sweet taste of honey and tea on his lips. You could hear the little grunts and whimpers escape the both of you as he slammed you against the door with a thud.

Then he grabbed your leg, signally for you to jump. You did without hesitation. Arms around his neck, fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of his neck. You kissed him feverishly. The fact that he was holding you up with only one hand hadn’t even caught up to you. The hand that was leaning against the door next to your face was not even registered by your addled brain yet.

Feeling the need for air again, you pulled away. Your foreheads were leaning against each other as you both inhaled deeply.

“What happened to fucking my mouth, Tommy?” You quipped. Tom was staring down, looking at how your chest heaved deeply with every breath.

“Would take too long,” he said, now looking up into your eyes. “I thought it would be better to just straight up start with your sweet little cunt.” He growled into your ear. Before you could say anything in response, he kissed you again.

His words were still spinning around in your head as he pushed the two of you away from the wall and carried you across the room to the bed. You could feel his erection against you, hard as a fucking rock. Why did you pull away from him on the couch?

He put his knee on the mattress before letting you drop. It made you think back to just a few hours ago, how you had fallen down on to your own bed, contemplating whether or not to go to some dumb concert… now look at you.

Your head touched the soft bedding, but your legs were still around Tom’s middle. He grabbed your legs and spread them just the right way so he could lean closer to you.

“You look so fucking hot, right now.” He groaned as his teeth grazed your neck, making you arch your back. He pinned you back down on the bed.

“Seeing you in that crowd, you know how hard it was for me to concentrate?” At this point, he had your arms above your head, holding them tightly. He kissed your jawline and moved up to your ear, tugging at your earlobe just that little bit, enough to make you quiver. You didn’t realise he actually wanted an answer until you felt the harsh sting of him slapping your thigh. Just enough to send that spark up to where you needed him the most.

“Fuck,” you moaned, “No, Tommy, I didn’t.”

“Hmm, thought so. But I saw you staring at me. Checking me out, huh? I had to really control myself to not just grab you and fuck you out there, right on my drumset.” His free hand, the one that wasn’t holding back your arms, was getting closer to your pussy. Your entire body was pulsing and shaking, needing for him to do something. Anything.

“Just imagine that, Princess,” he was whispering into your ear again, “you bouncing on my dick, in front of all of those people.”

“Fuuck,” you had never been much into exhibitionism, but hearing him speak like that, everything sounded good.

Suddenly you felt his fingers move over your underwear. It was just for a moment, him passing through from one thigh to the other, but it was enough to have you moan out his name in need.

“Tsk, behave, darling,” he kissed your forehead. So sweetly, it almost seemed as if he wasn’t about to fuck the complete hell out of you. “You’re gonna behave for me, right?”

“Yes. Just please- please do something.” You pleaded, which gave great pleasure to Tom.

“Good to know we got that little attitude from earlier sorted out, huh? I really didn’t want to punish you.” He didn’t? So what the hell was this torture? Of course, it all felt amazing, but if he would cross his fingers one more time next to your clit, you might actually explode.

“Now, I think I’m going to finger your little pussy, okay Princess,” He asked with that sweet tone. You could feel his fingertips move across the fabric of your panties. “Yeah, I think you’d like that huh, look how fucking soaked you are.” With his thumb he pressed over your clit, moving down through the slit. You moaned out, finally feeling some kind of relief from him.

He kissed your neck as he finally moved your underwear to the side.

“You’re so pretty and needy, you know that?” he said, smiling. You nodded your head, biting your lip in anticipation of what he was gonna do next. You had your eyes closed and opened them for a moment. Tom was right above you. He sent you an air kiss for extra measure. You tried to focus on his eyes instead of the sensation you felt every time one of his fingers was getting closer to push into you. Still, whimpers escaped you. Which he enjoyed immensely.

Then he finally did it. Two fingers, deep inside, stretching your walls. You moaned out in pure relief, ecstatic to finally feel something inside you. Tom let you adjust for a second until he started to move slowly in and out, making momentum. Not that he forgot about your clit. Oh no, he rubbed it until you were seeing stars in front of you,

“I’m going to let go of you, alright?” You were ready to nod at his question, but he added more on to it. “But since you do like playing games so much-” here it comes, you knew it, “let’s make it a bit of a game. I’ll let go of you, and then you got, let’s say, three seconds to pick a new place for them. And then you better stick with it too, cause I don’t want to see you move until you come, understood?”

“Yes, Tommy.” you gasped more so than said.

“Good.” He kissed you but quickly started to move down. You knew what was going to happen, you had been waiting for it. But he was still holding on to you. Right as his mouth had passed your stomach, he let go of your wrists. Without thinking about it, you planted your fingers in his hair.

“Hmm, good choice, darling.” He mumbled against the skin of your hip. You brushed your fingers through his hair, not sure what else to do while waiting for him to-

Then, he pushed your panties aside completely. You felt his tongue, and it made you roll your eyes to the back of your head. He held on to your leg with one arm, the fingers of the other were still moving in and out of you. You held on to his hair, holding on for dear life. For a second that thought of possibly hurting him flashed through your mind, but then that melodic groan went through him, and the vibrations of his voice passed through your body like an electric shock.

He kept moving his tongue in a way that made you sure he was trying to spell something out, possibly his own name, but you simply couldn’t make anything of it. You could barely concentrate on your own breathing, let alone words.

Tom pulled you closer to him, deeper, making you moan like you never had before. Now, you had your fair share of experience, but he was… extraordinary. He took his time, made sure to give every minuscule part of you the attention it needed. Almost as if he wanted to hit every single nerve and cell individually. You weren’t even sure if he did it for your pleasure or because of his own.

Did it matter?

From the way how you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten, clearly not.

“To-tom.” you gasped out. You were close. So close. But he didn’t need your words to know that. But it wasn’t enough for him. So, instead of going deeper, harder, faster, he sucked at your clit one last time before licking his way over to your thigh. You could have screamed in agony.

“Tom!” you did.

You wanted to let go of him and get up. Pull him up to you, maybe get on top even. But you remembered his words. I don’t want to see you move until you come. As much as you wanted to know what would happen if you broke that little rule, you also wanted to listen.

And so, you let out your frustration through digging your nails into his hair, but it had the exact opposite effect on Tom that you hoped for. Any time you would pull, even the tiniest bit, he would grab your thigh even harder, pulling himself to you. And he just kept on toying with you. Playing with your clit until that familiar knot was tying itself up in you, only to pull away and suck another perfect little hickey on your thighs. You had lost count how many times he had already marked you. On top of that, every time his lips would pull away, so would his fingers. Pull out just enough, only leaving his fingertips in you, to get you on that next edge of frustration, to make you beg for more.

“Tom, pleeease,” you begged. Tears were already forming in your eyes. It didn’t help that he would take that stupid necklace of his and put it against your burning skin. The cold metal of the charm always managed to come up against a new mark that Tom had left behind.

“Tell me what you want, darling,” he said, kissing your sensitive skin between the words. You had to take all the power left in you to form the semi-coherent sentence.

“I want- want to come. Please, Tom.” Your head was spinning, body flushed and hot, sweat and tears mixing at your temples.

“You only had to say so.” His voice was the opposite of yours, composed and relaxed. You felt his smirk against you as he left one last kiss on you. The finally-

The easiest way to describe it was that he had gone wild. Animalistic. He devoured you as if he was a starving man, and you the last meal on earth. Then there were his fingers, moving at a rapid pace, but still so steady. You could feel it nearing. So fucking close. You couldn’t hold it in any longer. Your legs were shaking, and all your other muscles were practically rigid from how tense you were. You needed to let go now. Feel that release at last.

At last, yes. With a scream, you felt it all relax. Your body came undone in a wave of pleasure. You were melting into the bed, Tom being the only thing keeping you somewhat conscious of your surroundings.

You tried to concentrate on the feeling of his lips, licking one final line over your clit. It shook you to your core. You whimpered, not being able to take much more. Your body went limp, you let go of his hair.

“Shhh,” he was moving up. Kissing your body, snaking his way back up to look into your eyes. The cold touch of the necklace followed behind. You opened your eyes, but everything was blurry. After blinking a few times, you could finally see him, drenched in your juices, with the biggest grin on his face.

He parted his lips just the tiniest bit, and you followed him blindly. You felt his fingers on your lips and without thinking, put them in your mouth. The taste of yourself, together with the feeling of his fingers tasted like the best damn thing ever.

“That’s right,” he kissed your tear-stained cheek, “you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

You nodded, closing your eyes. It was all too much, you had to cut off one of your senses before it was too late.

“I wish you could see how beautiful you looked right now. So fucked out- and I haven’t even had my good fun with you yet.”

You wanted to protest, but it was too difficult to speak. Besides, your fingers felt too good in your mouth to let them go for some pathetic little words. It wasn’t worth it.

But like all good things in life, it had to end. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth. Having no control left over your body, you let a whine escape you at the loss of touch.

“Christ, you’re needy,” he said before kissing you deeply, but shortly before he finished his statement. “I love it.” His hands were roaming your body. He held up your leg just so he could get in the position to squeeze your ass.

“Hold on to me, baby,” he murmured between another kiss. You did your best, still feeling no energy in your limbs. You crossed your arms behind his neck, feeding on the kiss for the strength to move. He held you as he pulled the both of you up to sit on the bed. And he kept holding on to you when he thrust his right hand to your back, to the strap of your bra. He moved his fingers around, looking for the clasp. Even in your dazed state, it made you laugh a little.

“It’s upfront,” you mumbled, kissing the corner of his mouth. He moved away to look at you, confused. You pointed down at the front of your bra.

“So you’re telling me,” he flicked it open, letting your breast basically spill out in front of him, “I could have had this view this whole time? Fuck!” He pulled the straps down your shoulders to take it off.

“Sorry?” you said, not sure if you really needed to apologise.

“No, don’t be.” He threw the bra to the floor. Almost on the spot where you had changed. It really wasn’t that long ago, but it felt like it. Had you thought of this happening when you put on his sweater? Maybe? In a sense. It was an option. But nothing would have prepared you for this.

How could you have even thought about sitting on his lap, your legs around his waist, your arms on his shoulders, as he held you? Because of this, this wasn’t just some simple fuck. You hoped it wasn’t, at least. The way you held each other and how there was nothing but the passion between you- or was it possible that it didn’t mean that much to him?

Still, that orgasm he gave you was the best you have had in a long time. So if it was only for the night, then let it be. You could still get a good time out of it, and you would not let your mind ruin this.

Luckily for you too, Tom’s kisses made you shut off your thoughts reasonably quickly. It wouldn’t even matter if the world had been ending.

But kissing could only get you so far. And he clearly had the same thought. Panting, his hot breath hitting your neck, he asked you.

“Are you ready for this, babe?” You nodded. “I need to hear it, please.”

“Yes. Just fuck me already.”

“Perfect.” with a peck on the cheek, he let go of you and let you slip off his lap. He got off the bed. You sat on your knees, hands next to your legs, looking at him in anticipation. It was insane how he had managed to eat you out while his cock was rock hard. You could see the outline of it through his underwear, leaving nothing, but really nothing, to the imagination.

You watched him do a little jiggle, making you laugh, before taking the band off his boxer shorts and pulling it down. To say your mouth started to water, would sound ridiculous, but you weren’t so far from that state. He wasn’t too long, or too thick, you didn’t expect it to be anyway, but it looked just right to send you over into another dimension. There was that one vein going along his shaft that you couldn’t get enough of. Unconsciously, you were moving over to the edge of the bed. Just seeing him completely naked in front of you, send your mind into a frenzy. It was a magnificent view.

What couldn’t go unnoticed was how red the tip had gone, from pure arousal and frustration that he needed to relieve. How badly you wanted to help him. You moved closer to the bed end, he took a step closer to you. He had his hand on his cock but didn’t move a muscle. If he did, you thought, he might have exploded right there in the spot. And what would be the fun in that?

“Fuck,” he groaned, standing in front of you. “You look so fucking perfect on your knees.”

You didn’t say anything, just smiled. The energy was coming back into your body, slowly, and you could feel getting that independence back that Tom had so rudely taken away from you. So, without saying anything, you took him in your hand and started to move up and down, not breaking eye contact, well, until Tom’s head rolled back. You couldn’t blame him.

You kept on stroking him, steadily, leaving kisses every few seconds on his tip. The pre-cum started leaking almost instantaneously, which you gladly used to spread all over his tip, making it much easier to move your hand around. Your kisses in the meantime got sloppier each time, longer. Until you were basically just kitten licking that vein that was taunting you before.

The sounds that were coming from Tom were adding to the whole experience in the best way. His moans and grunts were sending you to the edge, so far that you couldn’t help but let your free hand wander down and rub your clit. And it didn’t go unnoticed by Tom.

“Even when sucking my dick, you need more, huh?” He asked as he looked down, right when you had finally put the tip in your mouth, twirling your tongue around it. The fact that you tried to look up into his eyes all innocent like should have sent him flying from laughter, but instead, he put his hand on your head and softly started to stroke your hair.

“Thought so,” he grunted. His hand stayed in your hair as you let your jaw slack and you made your way down his shaft, all the way till you could feel him touch the back of your throat. His grip got tighter, he didn’t move anything, but you just felt him grab your hair in his fist. Just enough to tell you to move without hurting you. He would have probably said it in words, but when you looked up, you saw how twisted his face was in pure delight.

You started to move in a paced way, but eventually, it felt too slow for Tom. That hand in your hair came to final use as he began to guide your movement. Letting you practically choke on him every time he moved up with the tempo. You felt the tears coming again as the drool fell from your mouth. You were an absolute mess, but it didn’t bother you one bit.

He kept going, fucking your mouth just like he had promised on the couch earlier.

“You know,” he said between pants, “As much as I’d love to cum in your mouth-” he hissed in pleasure when he hit the back of your throat again. “I swear the things you do to me, darling.”

He let go of you and pulled out. You gasped for air, finally having a free passage of air to come through to your lungs. Tom wiped some of the drool from your mouth before leaning in to kiss you. He closed you in by placing his arm next to you and slowly let you fall on your back again.

“Jesus,” he panted after the kiss. He looked at your mouth before gazing into your eyes again. You couldn’t imagine that it looked great, with your makeup completely smudged, but he smiled. “Would it be crazy to say that I love you right now?”

“I’ve heard crazier,” you said back, also out of breath.

“Oh yeah?”

You just shrugged. He let out an airy laugh that you could feel against your face. You closed your eyes, just for a second, to enjoy the moment. This small speck of time in the universe, where it was only you and him, where nothing else mattered. Just two strangers having a great time. Would there be more after this? Who was to say? It didn’t matter. Not to you, at least.

The little moment was ruined when you heard him curse. Suddenly the weight of the bed shifted, as he moved from hovering on top of you. You opened your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

He was already on the side of the bed, leaning out to reach the drawer of the bedside table.

“Condom,” he muttered out, still trying to reach it. Not that he could just move up a bit and slide the thing open with ease. He liked feeling you underneath him. And you did too.

Finally, he managed to open the drawer and had to move up a bit to reach into it. You could hear his patting on the wood, but there was no sound of packaging.

“Fuck, wait a second.” He got up with a small jump and ran off, leaving you basically naked and alone on the bed. You sat and finally took off your panties. It was no surprise that they were completely soaked. You threw them on the ground next to your bra.

The drawer was still open, and you bit your lip at the thought of looking inside it. You could tell a lot by a person’s bedside table. And it was already open… just a peek wouldn’t hurt? Right?

You moved closer to the table and leaned in to look. There was not much inside-just a charger, a book (but it was too dark in the room to read the small print of the title), a glasses case and a small notebook and pen. On the notebook, you saw scratched “WS”. Winter Solstice? Was it possibly lyrics? You didn’t go as far as going into that.

As you had been looking, you could hear him rummaging through stuff in the room next door, the bathroom.

Having seen everything there was to see in the drawer, you decided to just lie down on the bed, looking for a comfortable position, but also something that Tom would enjoy seeing when he walked into the room. Right then, the door opened, and Tom walked in. His one hand over his crotch and the other holding a box of condoms.

“Sorry, I couldn’t find them at first, turned out they were- fuck.” He was looking at the box and hadn’t seen you lying there immediately. When he finally did, he almost dropped the condoms, only catching them with his other hand at the last second.

“You think you can get on your knees for me, darling?”

“I can try,” you shrugged, already turning around. You could hear him curse to himself as he saw you sit there. Then the ripping off the wrapper. He was taking his time for sure, which you didn’t really mind. You just weren’t really sure if your arms would be able to hold yourself up. You could already feel them shaking.

“I really fucked you up, didn’t I, love?” You felt his cold hand on your ass, squeezing and kneading gently.

“Yeah, I guess so-Ah,” you moaned as he slapped the spot he had been so gentle with just a second before. At that touch, your left arm gave in, and you lost balance, falling with your face into the blanket. The nicely made up bed now only smelled of sweat and sex and you really weren’t mad at it.

“Fuck, c’mere,” he groaned, pulling you in by your waist, so your back was against his chest. You yelped out at the sudden movement and looked over your shoulder to look at his face. He was looking down at your chest. Hard nipples begging for attention from his hands and then they finally got it. As he kissed your shoulder, he started to play carefully pull at them, making sure your reaction was nothing but good. He got what he looked for when your hand reached out for his while you moaned.

Then there was that cock of his, between your legs at this point, teasing you. Tom let go of your chest, allowing you to replace it with your own hand. You tried to ignore the tickling sensation as his fingers danced over your naked body, moving down to your legs. He grabbed his shaft and, for worst or best, slapped your pussy with it.

“Tommm,” you whined, just needing to feel him inside you.

“Alright, sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.” He kissed your neck as he finally slid into you. Those two feelings together made you roll your eyes so far back you thought you had gone blind for a moment. He spread your walls and filled you up perfectly, like the strangest fucking puzzle. You reached up to grab his hair again. There was just something about it, how it was so messy and you were the cause of it, that turned you on. And by the way, he smiled as you tugged at it, you could tell he loved it as well.

Tom kept on pounding into you at this perfect rhythm, to no surprise. You wouldn’t have expected anything less from a drummer. He was rough, deep, hitting every spot he needed to at just the right time. And with every thrust, you felt yourself getting closer. Already so sensitive from the previous orgasm and the way he had utterly destroyed your mouth, there was really not much you needed to get there again.

But it didn’t mean that he put in any less effort. Tom took each and every thrust with the precision you deserved. He kissed every inch of your skin available to his lips.

It didn’t take long for you to come undone again. The moans coming from your mouth were all he needed to get there too. The way he groaned into your ear as he came could have sent you going for another round, but your legs were shaking like crazy. If it wasn’t for the way he held you, you would have most definitely fallen.

His hand fell to your stomach, holding you tightly. Out of reflex, you reached out for it, intertwining your fingers. He pulled out of you. The sudden emptiness in you was the final straw for your legs to give up, your knees spread, making you slide down past Tom’s body a little. Heavy breathing from both of you filled the room—his chest against your back. Your heart beats mixing together into one.

He held you close to him until you could somewhat control your breathing. He sat down and carefully put you down so you could lay down on the bed. You watched as he took off the condom and threw it into the small bin in the corner of the room. He grabbed his underwear and put it on quickly.

“Let’s get you something to wear, shall we,” he smiled at the sight of you lying in his bed, exhausted, naked, with the most sheepish smile on your face. You nodded, expecting him to grab the sweater from the living room, but instead, he opened the closet and took a shirt that was folded on the top shelf. He sat down on the bed and helped you sit up as you got the shirt over your head.

You noticed it was another Winter Solstice shirt, but it had a different design on it. It didn’t have that scratchy writing on it. Instead, the letters flowed smoothly into each other in an intricate cursive pattern. Underneath it, there was a sketch of a crescent moon.

“It’s a design we think about using if we do any other shows,” he explained before you could ask. “The other one was cheaper so we could get more.”

“I do hope you’ll play more shows,” you admitted as you lay down on the pillow. You thought he would join you, but instead, he got up. Clearly, he saw the panic in your face because he quickly explained: “I’m just gonna get you some water.”

“No, stay,” it came out a bit more whiny than you intended it to, “I’m fine.”

“You sure?” He raised an eyebrow but still sat down next to you. You patted the other pillow motioning for him to join you in the horizontal position, which he eventually did with pleasure. You scooted over to be closer. By doing so, though, the shirt moved up, only just covering your breast.

Tom put his hand on your side, tapping mindlessly, you focused on it, trying to figure out a pattern, but nothing came to mind. You put your arm under your head for some more support, and you looked at him while his eyes were on your body. He seemed to be deep in thought again, just like back on the couch before you started dancing. His tapping transformed into his fingers moving around over your skin in small shapes.

“You know,” he said, still drawing little pictures on your side, “I’d really hate for this to just be a one-night thing.” He looked up into your eyes.

“As long as you make me some more tea again, we’re good.” you leaned in to kiss him through each other's soft laughs. Of course, it wouldn’t be a one-time thing. You didn’t want it to be. You were completely hooked on him. Ever since you had seen him sitting at that bar. To think it was only a few hours ago.

The END

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