#i drew other diamonds too but blue looks best

[ravenna-reid]

Whiskey, Sultry Tunes & Vigilantes

JASON TODD x JAZZ CLUB SINGER READER

Jason just needs to go to the most famous Jazz club in Gotham to gather intel then quickly leave, but a certain singer makes him stay longer than he anticipated... No warnings <3

I actually rlly like this one so pls lmk if you do too!

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A magnetic violet blanketed the room from the lights that constantly streamed inside of the club, setting a soft, sensual mood. Guests sat before the stage, a few residing along the quiet bar. Subtle discussions and the clinks of scotch and wine glasses simmered in the air, along with the melancholic yet powerful tune that came from the band and their instruments. The sombre cello, the soulful piano, the triumphant trumpet.

And the famous Jazz singer of the club.

The Blue Room’s jewel. 

Sparkling diamonds hung from your ears and adorned your neck. Glistening eyeshadow, slick eyeliner and plump lips. A black silk dress hugged at your body and draped down to the floor, gloves the same colour running up above your elbows complimenting your dress. The wig you wore looked unbelievably real, the cherry red catching glints of the deep purple from the stage lights above as you sung the sultry tune. Men from across the city always came to watch you sing. Voice sweet like honey, smooth like whiskey, strong like thunder. All eyes were trained on you, and people either wanted to be you, or be with you. There was no inbetween.

Jason had merely heard the gossip about the Blue Room. About its perfect blues music and its reputation for the best served scotch and wine.

He’d also heard about the alluring singer that sang there almost every night.

But not being a fan of crowds or anywhere where parties were often thrown, he never went. Until tonight.

“And you’re sure Black Mask and Penguin are conspiring together in the private booths at this club?”

Dick had asked Jason earlier that week as they both went over their limited evidence on the case in the Batcave. 

“No, that’s why I’m going to go investigate.” Jason answered without looking up from the papers sprawled out in front of him. 

“It’d be a shame if it were true,” Dick sighed, “I love that place.”

“Of course you do.” Jason shook his head.

“Can I come?”

“No.”

Leaving the bustling alleyway behind as he entered the club, the atmosphere around him immediately shifted. The rhythm and blues that so often enveloped the club filled his senses instantly. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes, the LED lights that set the mood for the performance, the sound of the band…

And her. 

One gloved hand holding her microphone, the other gently stretching out to the crowd as she lulled them with her song. Her voice, her words, her eyes…

A softness painted her expression, mixed with subtle confidence and a magnifying aura. Elegance. Strength. Heartbreak.

So much emotion in just one song. So much emotion lacing her angelic voice. 

Jason was irrevocably drawn to you. 

The sudden sound of bellowing laughter from a table in front of him drew Jason back into reality. And he was soon reminded that he was there for work, not for entertainment. 

Blood rushing and heart racing – which was actually ridiculous – Jason ignored you and turned down the side of the bar to the more secluded part of the club. Round, mahogany tables that were much larger than the ones before the stage were occupied by couples. The music became more drowned out at that end of the club, more suitable for those who were wanting a romantic date night. Further down though, along the wall and past the bar sat the four private booths. Two were open; a lit bulb in the centre and purple velvet couches on display. But the other two had their curtains drawn.

As Jason crept towards one of the closed booths, his ears fought to listen to your voice. His legs fought to drag him back to the stage. His eyes fought to steal glances of you. Coming to a halt at the first booth, he ripped the curtain back. Two lovers, one on the other's lap, immediately look up at Jason, mortification frozen on their faces. 

“Sorry, wrong booth.” He quickly said before hastily drawing the curtain closed. His cheeks became a rose red as he moved to the next booth. 

Green eyes, so horrifically mesmerised, found their way back to you again as he searched for your figure through the crowd, his eyes following your voice. It was coming to the end of the song, and just as you were hitting the high note, a silence fell over the room as people listened. Giving a subtle shake of his head, he pulled himself back together.

“Come on, Jason.”

Jason was just about to draw the curtain to the second booth open when –

Ears straining to re-hear what he thought he heard, Jason let go of the curtain and looked to his side. Muffled yells could be heard. Past the bar and bathrooms down a dimly lit corridor. A man in an ivory tuxedo, obviously custom made, gripped at the collar of a man in black before him. The man he was grabbing looked fearful as he desperately tried to talk his way out of the situation. But the man in the tuxedo was past practical discussions. He wanted something. And he didn’t want to have to wait any longer. Cheeks a violent red and the hair he had left a dishevelled mess, he finally let go of the man. 

Thunderous applause caught Jason completely off guard as his focus shifted back to you. 

You gave a small, polite bow to the audience, and when you looked back up out into the crowd, your smile instantly gleamed brighter than the lights and jewels that surrounded you. You took the air from Jason’s lungs. 

The band members behind you nodded their heads in appreciation to the crowd. Whistles filled the air alongside the applause. Someone threw a daisy onto the stage. Jason scoffed.

Daisies aren’t nearly pretty enough for her.

Looking back down the corridor to see what the men were doing now, his heart sank when he found they were gone. 

“Shit.”

Ignoring his desire to look back at you one last time, worried you were finished for the night, Jason began down the corridor. Once he reached the end, there were two doors. One that he was sure led to the back of the building where the dumpsters and connecting alleyways sat. Another, however, looked like a small office. Thankfully, the door was slightly open. Jason peered through it to find the one who was just abused by the man in the tuxedo sitting at the desk, head in his hands. Stacks of paper were his only company, alongside framed pictures, certificates and awards for his business, posters of famous singers, and a shimmering gold plaque.

A plaque that read his name.

Jason took a mental note, but his eyes wandered as he wondered where the man in the ivory tuxedo went.

The man in black was sudden in his movement, sending a spike of anxiety through Jason’s chest. He quickly stood from his desk and went through another door in his office; a door that led to the dressing rooms. As Jason listened, he assumed the man was talking to and preparing the other singers that would soon take your place for the remainder of the night. Taking his chance, Jason quickly crept into his office and grabbed a few notes, envelopes, and folders from his desk. Slipping them into his jacket, he was gone in a blink of an eye as the man made his way back into the room. 

But performers were beginning to fill the back area, and Jason had to quickly leave. Walking back down where he came, he opened the back door and stepped outside.

The warm breeze instantly brushed through his raven black hair and against his skin. The dark, Gotham night sky stared down at him from above. Distant sounds of traffic filled the air. It was in no way better than the atmosphere inside of that club, but it was familiar. Comforting. 

Securing the documents he had obtained in the inner pockets of his jacket, Jason was ready to leave until something caught his eye. 

Silky gloved hands ran up and down your arms. Soft cherry red curls swayed against the skin of your back in the wind. 

Jason couldn’t believe it. It was you. It was actually you.

Your eyes were trained on the night sky above, searching for the stars that hid behind the clouds, and although Jason couldn't see your face, he could imagine the serene expression that was painted across it. 

What were you doing out here?

It didn’t matter. What mattered was that he got to see you one last time before he left. And suddenly all thoughts and questions centering around the man in black and the man in the ivory tuxedo vanished like mist.

He soon realised you hadn’t heard him come outside. He continued standing nimbly behind you. Fiddling with his fingers and feet rooted in the ground like trees. Heart beating faster than a hiccup. 

Say something. Say something. Say something. Say something.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone you know.”

Voice so soft, so gentle. You looked over your shoulder up at Jason, your eyes catching the light from the street lamp beside him.

Jason’s breath hitched.

Shit.

Part Two Soon

[kittyball23]

hi again!! can u make a lil AU fanfic where it takes place at the time after branch sees floyd in the diamond prison, and they feel very sad and miss each other after branch leaves, so they end up singing "teardrops on my guitar" by taylor swift about each other with a few lyric changes such as one to be "i laugh cause it's just so funny" and the name "drew" in the song is replaced with "branch" and "floyd"? oh, and the girl in the song can be referencing to poppy too. if you're busy with another fanfic, i understand! thank you <33

Hi! I finished this - and I apologize in advance if some of the changed lyrics are cringe 😅😬

Teardrops (a Trolls fanfic)

Despite Branch’s physical presence within the caterbus - his girlfriend by his side and Tiny Diamond at the wheel - it was his mind that was a grand distance away.

The situation couldn’t exactly be helped - he’d known this from the start. There wasn’t much he could do without the Family Harmony breaking the diamond imprisonment. And the plan hadn’t been thought of much aside from actually infiltrating the Rage Dome and reaching Floyd. This little fact had made itself obvious when they’d arrived and done little more than have a brief reunion.

But just because it had been brief didn’t mean that it hadn’t been meaningful. No, in fact, it very much was.

And the fact that it was is what brought the blue Troll to his troubled state. He couldn’t forget the way his brother’s face lit when he saw him, nor the warmth that blossomed within his own chest for his own joy at seeing him too. And Branch was very much delighted when Floyd had realized that he was a man and not a baby anymore, unlike their older brothers’ beliefs. But he supposed he shouldn’t be surprised. Floyd was the bro who had always known him best. Which is why he’d known that Branch would remain in grave danger should he have stayed behind.

Still though, hardly a minute’s time for a reunion was certainly not enough to make up for the twenty-plus years absence, and he missed him dearly.

So, as Tiny Diamond maneuvered Rhonda throughout the hallways of the Rage Dome and Poppy comforted the still teary-eyed Crimp, Branch comforted himself in the manner that Floyd had told him of years prior: by singing.

“Floyd looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see

That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be…”

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Naturally, Floyd missed Branch as well. He’d sang to himself quietly plenty of times before within the diamond imprisonment.

And so, tuning out his other brothers’ argumentative words, and Velvet and Veneer’s excited chatter as they made their way to the racecar that would bring them to the Rage Dome’s red carpet, he lamented a tune.

“I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about

And she's got everything that I have to live without…”

He hadn’t caught Branch’s companion’s name, but with the assumption that his little bro was now a man, the pink-haired Troll who’d come to assist in the rescue was likely his brother’s girlfriend. He wouldn’t know of how they’d met, but he did know that she probably had been by Branch’s side far longer than himself. A tinge of jealousy pricked at him - envy for the time she had gotten to know him as he was now - but Floyd cast it away to sing some more.

“Branch talks to me, and we find that we’re still so chummy

And I’m glad to see that he’s all I ever thought he’d be…”

Time had passed, it was true, but the magenta-haired Troll was delighted to find that Branch was still elated to see him. His brother was truly grown now, and it was something that filled Floyd with great pride.

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Branch, on the other hand, wished he could say the same for Floyd’s condition. His older brother was looking quite sickly within the imprisonment, oddly transparent and hair streaked with white.

“He said I had to go, but it just isn’t right,

I wonder if he knows I thought of him for many nights…”

He’d told his brother he wasn’t leaving without him, and yet he did. While it was apparent that there were no better options in the rush of the moment, it still wasn’t sitting well with Branch. Emotion poured into the last verse of his song as a result.

“He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star

He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do…”

When Branch was finished, letting the last notes linger off into the air, he slumped his shoulders and sighed. The song helped him feel a little better, but he wouldn’t feel true relief until he knew his brother was freed. He felt a hand pat him on his back, and looked up to see Poppy. She flashed him a gentle smile of reassurance, and he reciprocated along with a small nod, focusing back on the mission and what they had to do next. He wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen, but somehow and in some way he would ensure that Floyd - and the rest of their brothers that had been wrongly captured - would come out of this fix safe and sound.

[stormgardenscurse]

Fanbook WIP: Heartslabyul

About: Below is an excerpt from my twst fanbook! It's still unedited and a work in progress, but I thought it'd be nice to share these as sneak peeks! Fanbook concept: surrounding the theme of 'isekai', the fanbook will contain long oneshots focused on each of the twst dorms! Each dorm will have their own novel/manhwa concept. The main idea is that Reader is from another world and dropped in, either as themselves or taking the form of a character already existing in that world. In this excerpt, we have Heartslabyul! There won't be a direct romance in these oneshots, but I'll do my best to give each guy screentime - as Riddle is a significant character here though, he might have more presence in the overall plot. If you would like to be alerted when I finally open preorders for this fanbook, feel free to reply to this post asking to be tagged! Hopefully I'll be able to open them sometime in November 2023.

“What are we going to do…?” You say more to yourself than the brown rabbit, petting its head. Its soft fur calms you a little. “If I’m Alice, that means the rest of the characters might be out there too.”

In the story, Alice used to be the childhood friend of Riddle Rosehearts, who was placed under intense pressure as the crown prince of the kingdom. Somewhere along their youth, Alice—the child of an old noble house—mysteriously disappeared during one of their playdates. Ever since, the thorns that surrounded Riddle’s life only tightened more as he grew.

Eventually, he started to blame things on the inadequacy of others once he became the ‘perfect’ image of a ruler. Knowing how strict the ruling Queen is, you don’t doubt his mother was a large part of this development—but at the end of the day, Riddle’s actions could only be held accountable to himself.

By the time Alice reappeared in the kingdom, it was too late for them to convince Riddle about the errors of his ways. As his tyranny went on, and the day of the crowning ceremony drew near… Alice begrudgingly joined the rebel forces in the Rose Kingdom to overthrow the crown. They’d hoped to simply free Riddle by the end, but his unexpected outrage and severity led to a final battle that ended with his death. In the arms of the knights and the protagonist, his face finally relaxed into one of the small smiles he’d wear as a child—tentative of the expression, but cautiously hopeful.

But looking at your appearance now, it seemed like 'Alice' was younger than you recall from the story.

Perhaps this meant you still had the chance to right those missed chances, and bring the story to a close that isn’t bathed in crimson petals.

Just what happened between the time ‘you’ were missing, which pushed Riddle to such lengths of perfection?

Were the knights Trey Clover and Cater Diamond already in service?

And what of Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade?

Heaving out a sigh, you surprise the rabbit by shifting your legs so that you could lay with your back against the ground. There were too many things to do, and too many questions about how you found yourself here. 

The sky is blue. It’s gentle on the eyes—the same shade of the Carrolls’ coat of arms.

‘I’m back, Mother.’ 

Would that be too anticlimactic of a greeting? Perhaps you should simply pretend to faint at the city’s border. You think that’s how Alice was found anyways, dramatic protagonist they were.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

You've put the thought into my head with these polls now and I'm afraid I don't care who wins, after you write the winning fic, I'm officially putting in a request for enemies to lovers for Dimitri Belikov×RoyalMoroi Reader. I will now check this blog every month for it and you are responsible for keeping my sanity intact 😭😭😭

Your wish is my command ♥️ It got way too long so I have broken it down into parts 😊

Dusters & Diamonds {1}

Dimitri Belikov x fem!Badica!reader Summary: After tragedy befalls your family you decide life is easier emotionally alienating everyone, except for one friend who has known you most of your life. Unfortunately, he comes with a certain dhampir. Warnings: reader is a bitch (but that will change in future parts) WC: 2.7k

Part 1 || Part 2 ||

Senior Year - St Constantine’s Academy, St Constantine’s Province The room was full and class had already started by the time you arrived, the teacher pausing with an impatient twitch of his eye as you leisurely strolled in like you owned the place. In a way you kind of did, since your family owned the academy and all of the surrounding area. Mr Hamner wouldn’t dare to call you out for the tardiness, royals were treated, well, like royalty.

You let him get back to his English Lit lesson with a tip of your head and made your way to the back of the class where Ivan was sitting beside your empty desk. 

“Hey, Zeklos, you weren’t at my party last night,” you greeted as you dropped into the free space. “Ronny said you were busy with a little dhampir girl but that can’t be right. You wouldn’t blow me off for a dhampir.”

“Her name is Eloise, and she isn’t a little girl, she’s in our year,” Ivan replied under his breath while he took notes of the lesson. 

“So you did blow me off.”

Ivan dropped his pen and turned in his chair with a sigh. “Sorry, but you know I don’t care about royal parties, not when there’s bigger things happening beyond the school gates. I’m sorry.”

“You apologise too much,” you said with a cringe before flipping your notebook open. “It’s embarrassing for you.”

In the row ahead, Dimitri turned and narrowed his eyes at you. The dhampir was tipped to be the next best guardian to pass through the gates of St Constantine and like the rest of the guardians, he was a stickler for the rules. 

“What?” you growled at him. 

His brown eyes should have been plain compared to some of the electric blues that ran with the likes of the Ivashkov’s or Ozera’s but they reminded you of the acorns that fell at home in September. “Some of us are trying to learn,” he whispered and you caught yourself staring at his lips before breaking away with a laugh that drew even more attention your way. 

“Why does a guardian need to know about gothic literature?” you asked him, ignoring the tug Ivan gave to your arm in warning. “Shouldn’t you be with the other gym bunnies in training?”

“Miss Badica, is there a problem?” Mr Hamner asked as he stopped his lesson once again.

“I’m just a little confused why there’s any dhampirs in this class,” you said with an innocent shrug. “It almost seems rude to offer them an elective that a guardian will never have use of.”

“Then why do you take Home Economics?” Dimitri muttered too quietly for Mr Hamner to hear. “Don’t you have personal chefs?”

Ivan snorted a laugh that he tried to hide along with a few other students and you looked around at their snickering, your palms growing heated a second before fire erupted from them. The flames licked like fiery cat o’ nine tails, whipping the laughter from their faces before you blew a kiss, extinguishing all evidence of the attack in a split second.

Dimitri shook his head as the class erupted into chaos. “Nice tantrum, princess.”

You leaned over your desk close enough to see your reflection in his eyes as you threatened, “Call me princess again and see how you look with no eyebrows.”

“Miss Badica!” You startled away as Mr Hamner shouted from behind you after crossing the room with a growing red face. “To the headmaster’s office now. Mr Zeklos, make sure she gets there.”

Ivan swallowed at the thought of making you go anywhere you didn’t want to but you were already swinging your bag onto your back and walking out of the room. He caught up to you before you reached the stairs that led to the admin floor, his cheeks flushed pink from the short sprint.

“I can’t believe you did that,” Ivan said before backtracking. “Actually, I can, I just don’t understand why? You know all the dhampirs think you are a bitch.”

“I don’t care what they think.”

“Well you should. They are the ones who will be risking their lives to protect you when you graduate,” he argued. “It doesn’t hurt to be nicer to them.”

“Why? So I can lose them too?” A choked sound escaped your tightening throat and you growled in frustration as tears pricked your eyes. It was still the same whenever you thought about your parents who had been killed in a strigoi attack in your sophmore year, time didn’t make a difference. “It’s easier this way.”

“Acting like a bitch isn’t making your life easier,” he said as he opened the door to the academy reception. 

“Maybe it’s not an act.” You did your best to pull off your signature smirk as you stepped past him but he didn’t buy it from the quiet sigh he gave. 

“You forget I’ve known you since preschool, Y/N.” He reached a hand out like he was going to try to touch you but one curve of your perfectly shaped brows had him drop it once again. He left without another word and you waited a moment before leaving too, deciding your time was better spent in the elemental training area than being punished by the headmaster.

The arena was nothing compared to what the guardian training space had, but the walls that surrounded the open space were warded to withstand the elements so you could freely practise fire magic without worrying about anything catching fire. Since it was still early in the night, before the Moroi and dhampir separated into specialist classes, the arena was empty and you freed the pent up emotion with a burst of flame. 

You closed your eyes and imagined the strigoi that had killed your parents. Your hands filled with fireballs and you threw them at a huge rock an earth user had left in the arena, pretending it was your target. The fireball met stone with a bang and the rock exploded, sending dust and debris into the air, but it wasn’t enough. 

It never brought your parents back, or their guardians - dhampirs who had watched over you since you were born. 

The pillar of orange flame speared the night sky with your scream and you immediately felt clearer as the heat in your veins drained away, leaving you with a hunger instead. The magic always came with a price, burning through your energy, and you sluggishly made your way to the feeders in the Moroi campus. 

“Please, make yourself comfortable, Miss Badica,” the feeding assistant offered with a smile before closing the privacy curtain and leaving you alone with the feeder. 

The human looked fresh as he reclined on the specially designed chair, awake and alert, but you could see the longing in his gaze that focused on your lips. Your stomach grumbled at the sight of his pulse as he bared his neck to you and he shuddered softly when you leant across him and opened your mouth. 

The feeders breath blew across your shoulder as you sank your fangs into his neck and relished the warmth that flooded your mouth before you swallowed deeply. Your strength returned and the ache in your belly receded until you heard another Moroi enter the feeding rooms.

“They are seriously going to look at changing the elective classes for dhampirs?” Matthew Teller’s voice filtered through the curtain as he walked by. 

“The royalists think she made a good point,” Daniel Polenski replied. “Why waste time when they could be training to graduate sooner and restock the guardian pool?”

Their voices faded out of your advanced hearing range and you suddenly lost your appetite as you pulled away from the feeder and grabbed a tissue to wipe the blood from your lips. As if you couldn’t feel any worse, the doors opened again with another voice you recognised.

“...will be fine.”

“I’m sorry, but dhampir should wait outside,” the assistant said but she was cut off.

“He’s with me,” Ivan stated without room for argument, a tone he rarely used because he said it made him sound entitled. “It’s just a rumour, Dimitri, I’m sure nothing will come of it. She didn’t mean it.”

“It sounded to me like she meant it,” Dimitri answered gruffly. “Did you see that fire magic? She’s lucky she didn’t hurt anyone. Absolutely psychotic. She should be locked up to keep everyone else safe.”

Ivan sighed, an exhausted sound you thought was only reserved for you. “She had it under control.”

“Why do you defend her? She is a terrible person.”

“She’s not a terrible person, Dima. She just had terrible things happen to her.”

“That doesn’t excuse her. I overheard Guardian Florence say they had to draw straws to see who protects her out of the grounds because no-one wants to do it.”

The feeder fell heavy in your arms as he succumbed to the high and you pushed him away before running from the shame that filled you. The harsh scratch of the curtain being thrown along its rail was grating in your ears that burned and your shoulder caught the doorway of the exit drawing a sharp gasp through your clenched teeth. 

“Y/N!” Ivan called after you but you couldn’t face him as you sprinted through the corridors, out of the building and into the forest that bordered the academy.

You ran until your legs grew weak and your chest burned before collapsing against a tree and gasping for air. There were no sounds this deep in the woods, not even an owl hooted, and you felt utterly alone. 

It was a different sense of loneliness to what you felt in the academy. You couldn’t disappear inside those corridors, but out here…A twig snapped and you spun around with a sword of fire lighting up the dark. 

“Natasha?” You dropped the magic you had drawn to your hands, the flame petering out. 

“I saw you running like you were being chased by strigoi.” The raven haired Moroi grinned as she pointed to your hands, her ice blue Ozera eyes glowing in the moonlight. “Can you teach me that?” She cupped her hands together and a flicker grew to a flame before it erupted and she dropped it before it singed her eyebrows. “Damn.”

You frowned at the attempt before asking, “Didn’t you graduate like five years ago?” 

She crossed her arms and quirked an eyebrow as she looked down her nose at you. “Considering offensive magic has been banned for centuries, does that really matter?”

“Whatever, I can’t teach you anyway. I don’t know what to tell you, I picture it and it happens.” To prove your point, you burned a circle of fire around your feet before raising your hands and the flames shot up to form a wall around you. 

Her jaw dropped at the control before a screech sounded over the top of the crackle of the fire and you both turned towards it. “Where’s your guardian, Tasha?” you whispered as your fire split and spread to encircle her within too. 

She swallowed as the screech broke through the silent night and trembled beside you. “He was reassigned. I came here to choose a replacement.”

Your hands were shaking and your fire flickered with them. The air seemed thinner as the sound grew closer and you felt like a deer in the headlights, just waiting to be roadkill. 

“We have to run,” Tasha said as she grabbed your hand. “Run!”

You were only 16. You had a whole life ahead of you. You were too young to die. 

That was a lie, there was no right age to die. Death didn’t discriminate. There was only the choice to do your damnedest to survive or die trying.

Tasha tugged your hand as she began to sprint back towards the dim lights of the academy on the horizon and you lurched forward with renewed strength, the flames growing thicker at your back. There was no mistaking the creature for an animal when the scent of the strigoi reached you, the sickly odour of their undead state wafting around as it raced to catch you before you reached the wards. 

The constant stream of magic flowing through you was beginning to drain what little extra energy the flood of adrenaline had given you and you stumbled over a tree root but Tasha kept you upright, just.

“Almost there,” she urged as she turned and tried to throw a fireball but it fell short, only serving to illuminate the horror scene behind you. 

You didn’t even realise you were screaming as the strigoi looked through the flames, his red eyes chilling you to your core. The sound was detached from your body, everything was detached. You couldn’t feel the connection to your element and lost hold of it altogether. You couldn’t feel your hands as you lifted them to cower from the teeth about to tear your throat out.

You tumbled backwards, taking Tasha down with you as you scrambled away from the monster but just before it could curl its pale fingers around your neck a wave of black washed over him. 

The Guardians. They had come. 

You collapsed to the damp grass sobbing with the knowledge you were safe and let the exhaustion take you under.

When you woke in the infirmary an entire day had come and gone but your muscles still ached and there was a lingering taste of smoke on your tongue. Blinking against the sunlight filtering through the shades, you tried to sit up and groaned before giving up and falling back into the pillows. 

A single card sat on the table beside the bed and you reached for it to see who it was from before you recognised one of the voices in the hospital wing.

“Look at you all grown up,” Tasha said to someone. “How’s Karolina?” 

You opened the card and saw Ivan’s cursive handwriting wishing you a quick recovery before the man himself stuck his head in your room. A smile split his face when he saw you were awake and he rushed inside to take a seat at the edge of the bed. 

“Hey, Zeklos,” you croaked, your voice weak and dry from disuse. “Where’s the flowers?”

Dimitri stepped into the room with Tasha at his side, talking to each other with a comfortable familiarity.

“I only get flowers for funeral, please don’t make me buy flowers for you,” he said as he took your hand. “What were you thinking going past the wards?”

“It was an accident. I didn’t know how far I went,” you admitted sheepishly, daring to glance at the reason you had been running but he was paying no attention as he updated Tasha about his older sisters’ lives. “I won’t be doing that again.”

“Yeah, about that, your Uncle Anthony is here. He’s taking you to St Vladimir’s Provence.” Ivan looked pained as he chewed his lip before spilling the news. “Turns out the Guardians saw what you did in the forest and after the fire display in class yesterday, well, they think it’s best that you have a fresh start. You can finish the year at St Vlad’s Academy.”

“A fresh start?” Your voice sounded as broken as you felt and Dimitri looked at you for the first time since he entered the room. “I, I don’t know anyone at St Vladimir’s. The only family I have left are here. The only friend I have is here, you’re my only friend, Ivan.”

The monitors connected to you began to beep erratically as panic set in and you tore them off your skin to pull your knees to your chest. 

“I’ll come visit after graduation, it’s only a few months away,” he promised as he wiped the tears that cascaded down your cheeks. “I’m still your friend, even if we’re in another province. You taught me how to make mudpies, remember?”

You sniffed a small chuckle and nodded at the memory. “And you taught me how to play Uno.”

“Totally better than mudpies, I might add.” He smiled at the real laugh you gave before he pulled you into a hug and for the first time since your parents’ funeral you let him. “I’m really glad you didn’t die, Badica.”

“Me too, Zeklos,” you whispered into his neck as you wrapped your arms around him too. “Me too.”

Click here for part two.

[dawneternal]

Just a Favor | pt 8 | Gwynriel

✦ Notes: thinking about Jules in that one episode of Euphoria "Are you talking to your mama about me?"

Find the inspo for Gwyn's ring here

And if you missed it, I drew Gwyn waiting for Azriel in chapter six! Link to post

✦ Warnings: all fluff. Lil suggestiveness at the end.

✦ Word Count: 1k (Sorry it's a short one again)

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Azriel lay awake sometime in the early morning, soft light creeping through the windows, Gwyn curled against his side. She looked so cuddly like this, wearing nothing but his shirt (even though she had packed pajamas of her own). She murmured something in her sleep and tucked herself further into him, resting her head on his chest. His heart warmed, glowing bright and golden, and he swallowed the desire to stroke his thumb along the freckles of her cheekbone. 

A few warning stars twinkled in his vision, and then Rhys's voice drifted into his thoughts. 

How's it going, brother? 

She made me sourdough bread, Az responded. He hoped he didn’t sound as dreamy and lovesick as he felt.

I heard, Rhys said, and Az could hear the grin in it. The cabin still standing? 

None of your business, Az said, albeit half-hearted. 

I'll leave you be, brother, Rhysand chuckled, I picked up your order. Sending it over, now. 

Thank you, Rhys.

Always. I'm happy for you, Azriel. 

Then the High Lord's presence was gone from his mind. With a snap and a spark, a silver box appeared on the nightstand, tied with white ribbon. Azriel's heart leapt into his throat and he resisted the urge to reach for it. He didn't want to wake Gwyn. She had admitted that, between making her decision and baking bread and getting ready, she had not gotten much sleep the night before. 

So he let her rest. He pressed the softest kiss he could manage to the top of her head and wrapped his arm around her. In her comfort and safety, he found his eyes closing, too. 

Gwyn woke late in the morning, closer to lunchtime than breakfast. She almost panicked, but then she remembered that there was no training to rush to and no Cassian to scold her for being late. 

It was strange to wake up with her body flush against another. Azriel radiated warmth, his breathing soft and steady. She studied him for a moment, his messy black curls sticking up in all directions, his long lashes fluttering as he slept. The rush of love she felt was monumental, and she tried to shield it from the bond to keep from waking him. She knew that he rarely got enough sleep and she planned on changing that.

A silver glimmer caught her eye - a little box on the nightstand. She glanced at Azriel again, wondering how it had gotten there. She was sure she felt his arms around her all night. 

Gently, she pulled away from him and sat up. He stayed asleep, though he let out a little sound, like his absence pained her. 

Gwyn reached for the box, just to examine. It was tied with a lovely white ribbon, a tag hanging from it. 

Shadowsinger, it was a pleasure to complete this order for you. I hope that your mate enjoys your gift. 

Curiosity got the best of her. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she untied the ribbon, quickly and quietly. She opened the box just a touch, enough to peak inside and find another glimmer of silver and something blue. 

“Hey,” Azriel's croaky voice startled her and she jumped. 

She turned to him with a sheepish grin, revealing the box in her hands. 

“Busybody,” Az chuckled. He sat up beside her and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Well, open it.”

Gwyn lifted the lid and revealed two rings. A silver band carved with a pattern of Illyrian tattoos and stars, one tiny blue gem tucked into the pattern. The other had a glittering sapphire, cut into an oval and wreathed with tendrils of silver and tiny stars with diamonds in their centers. Her breath caught in her throat. They were so beautifully made, the blue matching Azriel's siphons perfectly.

“I know it's kind of a human thing to have rings,” Azriel said, and she could hear the nervousness in his voice, “But my mother gave me a pair of her earrings, and she wanted me to have them made into rings. She always admired that tradition. And I couldn't say no.”

“Your mother?” Gwyn breathed, turning to him with tears shining in her eyes. 

“Yes,” He said softly, studying her expression, “I was going to ask if you'd like to meet her, soon. She really wants to meet you.”

“You told her about me?” Gwyn croaked, a tear spilling over. Azriel reached out and swiped it away. 

“Are these happy tears?” He asked, brows knit together. 

“I just,” Gwyn cleared her throat, “I didn't realize I would also be gaining a mother.”

Azriel's heart twisted in his chest and he reached to grab her hand and hold it tight. 

“She's going to love you and she's going to spoil you,” He smiled, “I guarantee it.”

Gwyn smiled at him and wiped away the rest of the tears. 

“These are beautiful,” She said, pulling the band out with her free hand. She untangled their fingers and slid the ring into his finger. Of course, he'd paid to have them enchanted so they'd fit perfectly. 

Azriel had to admit that it helped his opinion of his hands to wear that reminder of her. Something pretty, gifted by his mother, symbolizing his mate. 

He returned the favor, pulling out her delicate ring and sliding it into her ring finger.

“Now we have something even Feyre and Rhys don't have,” He flashed a mischievous grin. 

“I'm never taking it off,” Gwyn said, holding her hand up to the light to admire the shining gemstone. 

“What about training?” He intertwined their fingers again, rings clinking against each other. 

“I'll wear it on a chain,” She said, leaning in to rest her forehead on his. 

“Will you wear it in the library?” 

“Do you think I would willingly miss out on making Merrill jealous?” 

“Will you wear it when your hand is wrapped around my-”

“Find out, shadowsinger,” She grinned, and all else was forgotten.

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Here's a new OC I made! (Woah I drew something not undertale related-) Her name is Nyx Moonly, after the greek Primordial Goddess of the Night!

Her tail and gloves sparkle like stars, while her hair fades from dark to light as it symbolizes the moon's rise and fall.

Here's some info I've come up with!

Personality:

Flirtatious, they often likes to over compliment or flirt to flustered others. Just for fun, she doesn't like making others uncomfortable or going too far.

Gentle: Their tone often gentle or soft. They're very careful when handling things, both physically and metaphorically.

Pessimistic: They look at the down sides of things a lot, and even if they're gentle or sugarcoating—They'll often tell you how she thinks something will end.

Tidy: Not sure if this counts as a personality trait or not. But she can't handle big messes, and gets stressed and or overwhelmed by things not being in order or clean. (It overwhelms them to see so much that needs to be done, and they hate procrastination.)

Empathic: They're very empathic, and often their mood reflects others.

Identity:

Identifies as Lunagender. For them: Woman -> Paragirl -> Demigirl -> nonbinary -> Agender -> repeat. [So basically, it shifts from feminine to androgynous and recycles]

Neptunic.

Sex repulsed Ace. (<- Has made jokes about it though.)

Depending on what gender feeling like. Mostly they/she.

Abilities:

Healing powers. They're a healer, and very much good at it.

Their power also includes the ability to make people sleepy/rest, since that's a huge part of healing.

Can't heal mental scars, only physical injuries.

However they can temporarily induce a calming state to someone.

Weaknesses/Downs:

Being out of water too long dehydrated them extremely quickly, can't us powers of dehydrated.

Powers weaker at day.

Can't heal self.

Using power mentally and physically drains them.

Powers work best if they're in a better mood, so being upset = much weaker.

Fire immediately cancels out their power, like burning.

Other info:

Has always wanted to go to the moon.

Nocturnal.

Autistic. (<- Almost everyone one of my OC's are.)

Quiet little. (<- Agere!)

Voice claim: Blue diamond. (Steven Universe!)

Hobby: Likes collecting Rocks. Loves rocks and studying them. Shells too, but mostly rocks and even crystals!

Likes napping.

Cold water mermaid. (<- can withstand freezing temperatures but gets sick easily in warm/hot ones.)

Weak immune system.

@childofthest4rzz Here they are! ^^

[headingalaxys-spicy]

🌟⭐️Banged this one out at a Bar!⭐️🌟

Brain Dump Time!

Title: There Are Reasons Why I Don’t Like Winter Nights

Demon! Russia x Reader

In the quiet hills you lived. Your closest neighbors were maybe a mile nearby. You had a peaceful life free of strife and you never sought out the ire of others. You simply existed in your small little world alone and happy. Except for when Winter came. That’s when your fears reigned true. You were unable to hush the incessant nagging that something was stalking your home. When all you wanted was to be left alone. You wondered if there were others that shared your issues but never approached anyone considering you were a bit of a recluse. The feeling of prying eyes that were starved for the likes of you didn’t fade away when the golden yellow leaves faded away. The leaves signaled to the sky for the sun to wave goodbye. It was replaced by small diamonds in the sky, with a dark navy blue backdrop. By 5 it looked as if you could take a dive into the sky just by stepping outside. Your eyes graded the glass barrier that kept you separated from the darkness.

‘Breathe, Breathe.’ is what you silently told yourself. You gripped your weighted blanket closer to your chest. Jaw was clenched and back was stiff. Grabbing your phone hoping that the sun was just on the verge of daybreak. The tiny screen read 17:35. Far from the safety from the sun. You grimace. You really didn’t enjoy winter nights. You sprung to your feet and muttered out: “Fuck.” It was the worst part of the day. You sprung to your feet and roamed around your tiny home. You wanted to distract yourself from the burn of eyes that you felt whenever you turned your back. You reached for your solution to that which was your velvet black out curtains. They provided you with some semblance of safety. As the thick inky and opaque fabric sweeps your white carpeted floor.

“See no evil, there won’t be no evil.” You mumble somewhat confidently to yourself. As long as you stayed in your comfy fortress. You drew a deep breath of oxygen into your lungs, paused, and breathed out slowly. You were going to survive another night. Just like you always had. Even though you were still on edge and your stomach was in knots…You at least wanted to try to be peaceful tonight. Although that would be difficult when it felt like there were a ton of mosquitos in your ear. Your jaw suddenly clenched and your hands were shaken with salty sea water. Tiny spiders had crept inside your headspace to spin together terrible tales of what could happen to you.

‘What if I hear thumping again?’

‘What if it has only gotten closer outside?’

‘It’s going to devour you!’

‘ESCAPE NOW!’

These were some of the worries that echoed through your mind like hundreds of bouncing balls attempting to shatter your sanity. But it was too late, the catastrophizing had begun. You stared at the curtains, hoping that not taking your eyes off them would prevent the figure you’d seen days before from reappearing. You tried not to think of all the ways that it’d hunt you down. You took in another breath, held it in, then exhaled.

‘No, I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. Nothing is out there.’ Are the lies that you would tell yourself. You tried your best to continue on and ignore it. You wash the negative away with comfort food and shows. You let your mind wander through the internet but to no avail. You wind back up thinking about the ominous hulking figure with glowing violet orbs. They peered at you from 20ft away. Another tumultuous brawl of thoughts barraged your way, with the worst possible scenarios. Fear was beginning to frost over your soul.

The thing you loathed most switched its tail back and forth. Like a grandfather clock that was biding its time, until the haunting hour. The sky was moonless and had been eaten by the lurking beast. Outside is a cold eternal dark chasm.

Outside there was a lurking beast. One with heavy black boots and a sweet iron glare.

It slammed against your roof causing a ripple effect throughout the entire house. Immediately he heard shrinking from his poor victim. A smug smile formed on his pale face, that has been kissed by the frozen over part of hell.

You scampered to your bedroom and locked the door. You longed for sunrise. With your heart beating fast and your mind muddled with stress. You were under great duress. You grabbed your duvet and covered yourself. The thick heavy fabric felt comforting like a hug. If only for a few moments you felt safe. But that was short lived when you heard another thumb against your roof. It sounded like a heavy hoof. You should know better than to trust a lifeless thing to save you from a terrible king.

King Ivan was his name.

He began to rap his large hands on the outside windows and walls. Taunting you. He encircled your small cottage like house and sauntered around with glee. Every so often pounding your wall with his trusted pipe. When he heard you yelp it was like music to his ears.

“Time to play up my hand.” He had cheer in his voice. He cut the power. You would succumb to absolute darkness.

All you could do was cower in your room.

Paradoxical breaths erratically escaped your lips. It fell silent for a few long moments, before Ivan barrelled down hard that was right behind you. It left a large dent. You sprung from your knees. You wanted to fly out of there like a bat trying to escape the depths of hell. In your haste you paid no heed to how loud you’d be.

Ivan’s violet eyes lit up to seek where you were. To him your walls were like glass. Your heat signature was identified swiftly. Your fear was palpable. His fun was going to continue though playful schadenfreude.

“Playtime is over. Time for real fun.” With his rusted pipe raised high above his head he makes a gaping hole in your bedroom wall. The crashing of rubble made you bellow out in terror as if you were decending into the seven circles. Petrified and in full flight mode you raced for the front door and took off into the frigid night. The ice began to munch away at you.

The cruel demon stayed behind and cast a fireball at your home. To safety which you’ll never know.

The stars and the moon had vanished into the jet black chasm that thrived off your fresh terror that was leaking from your soul. Feet pounded on the thick slushy snow that rose up to your calves and eventually began to swallow your knees. The adrenaline in your body was running low and your body was not able to keep burning on high.

You had to slow down.

But, he was on your heels.

‘Keep going, keep going!’ was all your mind could say on repeat.

But your nervous system and muscles froze. Your heartstrings one edge. Muscles constricting.

‘When did the ground come so close to me? Why are there small dots in my vision?’

From above your trembling figure continued to amuse Ivan. He watched from the treeline. You were covered in frost and losing body heat fast.

“You go home with me, Sunflower.”

[silvers-d-me]

Where Has My Underwear Gone? OP Men Edition: Portgas D. Ace

Date Night with Ace and Marco! Reader is AFAB and a Devil Fruit user. Reader is in a poly relationship with Marco and Ace. Probably swearing, definitely smut, female body parts, male body parts, so much dick. Explicit language. Minors DNI!

Date night! This was something special, something you and your boyfriends didn't often manage with the responsibilities of two Division Commanders, plus Marco being the Moby Dick's ship doctor, plus the trips Ace took on behalf of Whitebeard, and now, your promotion to Maintenance Division Commander. That was one of the reasons for the celebration. More responsibility, yes, but given the fact you were the user of the Mend Mend no Mi, it only made sense. You'd learned enough about repair and maintaining the gigantic vessel with your hands as well as your Devil Fruit to take over from Blenheim and allow him to move to other duties.

So here you were in a fancy ass hotel lobby with Marco, both of you wearing your best fancy ass attire, at Ace's direction. Marco was looking absolutely delectable in his dark charcoal suit with a burgundy dress shirt, for once button closed and not displaying his very admirable torso, pants cut to fit almost too well, shiny black shoes a distracting contrast to the sandals he usually wore. He'd even slicked his blond sprout of hair back somehow and with his heavy lidded eyes he looked very much like the image of some gangster boss in a manga. He was a doctor, but even dressed up to the hit, he couldn't shake that aura of I AM A PIRATE. Said pirate glanced down and you and smiled. “Like what you see? You're looking even more lovely than usual, yoi.”

Marco took your hand in his, stepping back a pace to appreciate your own fancied-up appearance. Your hair was combed and sleek and piled up, adorned with glimmering combs of gold and diamond and pearl, The dress was a honey colored satin that went beautifully with your skin, one shoulder left bare, the other graced with a strap set with matching diamonds and pearls. The lights of the lobby gleamed down the satin that hugged your form just right, the sweep of it adding to the overall image of luxury and opulence. You wore actual heels for once, strappy things that peeked out from the satin with an echo of pearl and glint of white diamond fire. Your wrist and ears were adorned with the same metal and gems: diamonds of varying size set in lush gold with pearls gleaming in the settings. You were also a pirate, after all, and enjoyed the chance to show off some of your plunder. At your throat was a fine chain of gold, nearly invisible, holding the most precious piece of jewelry you owned.

The pendant was of a gold nearly orange color holding three gems: a bright blue sapphire, a deep red ruby, and a pearl of twilight purple between them. It had take Ace and Marco a long time to find that pearl even with access to the chests of them Pops collected. It was, they had decided, a perfect color for you, rare and exotic and carrying shades of both the other jewels in its luster. You only wore it on the most special of occasions and time when you felt sure it was in no danger or harm nor pillage, though really, on Marco's arm, there weren't many safer places to be. He drew you in and kissed the back of your hand fondly, then turned it over to press warm lips to your pulse point. He knew very well how to get that pulse moving and you grinned up at him, other hand smoothing over his lapel.

“Behave yourself, Commander. We're supposed to be somewhere in just a few minutes. I still wonder what our Ace has gotten up to this time. Not that I'm complaining, you understand.” You let your arm be tucked into Marco's as he led you towards the sweep of elegant stairs, lit by a ridiculously intricate crystal chandelier. “I wonder how much he paid for this, or if he just threatened to burn it to the ground if they didn't give him a suite?” Even with the Phoenix's support you were having to be careful to negotiate the stairs in heels with the dress clinging to your legs too closely.

“I hope he just paid since I don't want to be interrupted and have to fight off the constabulary yoi.” Marco's hand "accidentally" slipped down the pretty satin from your hip to your butt. "Why, Y/N, I'm shocked yoi. Are you bare under that scandalous gown?!" He sounded just shocked beyond all propriety.. but his voice had dropped and his hand was nearly radiating heat. The glance you shot up at the handsome doctor through your lashes was amused and irritated. You had to pause as he reluctantly left the supple curve of your butt to produce a key from his pocket and open the closed door that faced you. A dark glossy wood, brass fittings and an elegant letter A.

"I think you know very well why I'm not wearing anything under my dress, Marco. It's all gone. Every stitch! All of my pretty underwear is missing.  Everything else is there! Garters, stockings, bras, corsets, every other piece that either you or Ace has given me is gone. I'm not wearing my business underpants with this dress, Birdie." You gestured up and down yourself, directing his attention to the dress and the shoes and the stockings and the hair and the makeup and the jewelry and the everything. Even the perfume, as you drew your wrist slowly under his sensitive Zoan nose. You smirked as his bright blue eyes dilated under his heavy lids. Zoan users were so easy to tease. You twirled away from his grabby hand by opening the door and stepping into.. wow.

[To Be Continued!]

[frostedsketches]

After the Confession

The two trolls, one blue and one pink, who had just confessed their reciprocated love for each other and shared the most connected high five of their lives, proceeded to laugh in pure delight and excitement.

Poppy had been hoping, waiting for Branch to say something, to confirm to her his feelings, had waited for him to make the first move, knowing he'd be more comfortable that way. She was a good actor when it came to hiding her own romantic feelings for her best friend, who had grown so much in the almost four months since the Trolls befriending of the Bergen's, as she was always good at putting the needs of her people before her own and wearing an aura of complete upbeat confidence --- not to say her euphoric attitude was fake, no, far from it, she just had complex emotions like anyone else and knew when she needed to hide it so her subjects wouldn't worry about her --- they could be overbearing if they thought she was ever the tiniest bit out of sorts.

But now that he had come out and said it, she felt her insides exploding with more joy then she had ever felt before. Just now seeing Branch erupt into a belly laugh that made him swing his head back, she felt the boldest desire fill her, and when he came upright again, arms falling into a loose hold across his stomach and looked her in the eye with his striking blue irises, grinning from ear to ear, she acted without thinking.

Suddenly she had leaped forward, swiftly bringing her lips to press against his. Eyes closed, she couldn't see the way Branch's arms flung out to hover beside her and the shocked look on his face as he instinctively pursed his lips against hers. She felt his face heat up and savored the smooth feeling of the edges of his mouth before breaking away. As soon as her eyes opened, she realized what she'd done and her own face heat up in an uncontrollable blush that painted her cheeks bright red. Embarrassed, she hugged herself and looked away, shocked at herself. She had just been waiting for what seemed like so long.

Branch's face was as lavender as his nose, as were the tips of his translucent aquamarine ears and she watched his large hands come up to his chest, one bypassing to shyly cup his chin and trace his lower lip with his thumb. "P-Poppy." He managed to utter before the action processed on the Trolls nearest to them. Some civilians of Pop Village suddenly looked shocked, but what really drew Poppy and Branch's attention, making them both turn their heads to look, were the chorus of enlightened squeals from the Snack Pack, all of which had managed to congregate in a group around them when they weren't paying attention.

Their wide, staring eyes made Poppy widen her eyes as well and Branch rubbed his arm while looking away, a soft smile returning to his face.

"I knew it!" Biggie exclaimed, fanning himself. "Oh my gah! Oh my gah! Oh my gahhhh!" Smidge was squealing over and over, tears in her eyes and her little hands balled into fists against her cheeks. "Whew, that was unexpected." Legsly said and DJ Suki nodded rapidly in agreement. "I never would have guessed!" She huffed with a confused smile. Satin and Chenille simply squealed like kids on Candy Day, clasping hands with each other. Fuzzbert ran in frantic circles, gibbering. "Was only a matter of time." Guy Diamond said, simply crossing his arms and squinting knowingly while Tiny Diamond gaped at them from half-way inside his father's hair.

"Surprise." Poppy said weakly, giving out jazz-hands. She couldn't believe she had done that. They had only just confessed and she was sure Branch hadn't been quite ready for their first kiss yet, she didn't think she had been ready, but it was hard to scold herself when she remembered all too clearly the blissful feeling of kissing him, in fact she couldn't wait to do it again. But all in good time. This was a moment she would cherish despite her initial embarrassment and inappropriate timing and looking at Branch's lovesick eyes and flustered yet happy state, she knew he would too.

She remembered the first time she had met the once lonely grey recluse, it was a blurry memory that only resurfaced from time to time, but she had been six years old, playing with her friends when she had noticed him at ten, sitting against a tree, watching them from afar; she turned away to participate in her turn in the game, and when she turned back, he had gone as if he were made of mist.

Only a few days later did Poppy manage to escape the constant watch her father had on her to go explore the neighboring forest beside the community of Pop Village. She had gotten hopelessly lost and had been on the verge of tears when she encountered the troll made of mist again, this time directly, he having noticed the young pink princess's plight and come to lightly scold her and guide her through the woods. He had made sure she got back to the village safely, lightly brushed off her thanks, and retreated back into the shadows. Poppy had returned home to the elder trolls searching for her, a muddy mess, but intact and filled with excitement over the story she had to tell. As she had took a bath, her worried father washing her hair, she told him about the grey troll boy that had helped her. King Peppy, recalling how the boy hadn't been seen for months and secretly was relieved to hear he was still around, gave her a word of advice but had otherwise been pretty vague, saying how he was troubled and preferred to be left alone, so she shouldn't try to bother him, he seemed to live in the woods now anyway and she wasn't allowed to venture out of the village, especially after today.

Poppy thought through her first encounters with the troll she now loved on the flight home in the Rock Trolls shuttles, sitting blissfully awake on an armchair, watching Branch who was dozing curled on the leather couch beside her.

Branch hadn't liked to be seen much in the days when he first moved into the beginnings of what would soon be classified as his bunker, and so when Poppy glimpsed him next, when she was eight, she had all but forgotten the first encounter with the older troll-ling. Many times she glimpsed his black hair on the edge of a crowd, always when she ventured towards the marketplace and the outer rims of her village, and every time her curiosity grew and grew.

If you asked present day Branch, he knew the next time he saw the pink princess was once he started coming into town more often. Once the demand for finishing the bunker and excitement of doing so and of his new found sense of freedom weared down, he was a teenager, and his loneliness became more prominent. Less distractions meant more free time and pondering, he took up writing and poetry around this time to lessen the effects but soon found himself being less and less discreet about being seen in the marketplace. He still only came when he absolutely had to but he was less and less afraid of the attention walking around in the open brought. He glimpsed Poppy around sometimes, off galavanting with her friends, despite her upbeat attitude completely contrasting with his pessimistic one, he found himself seeking her out to watch her, her antics were amusing and charming somewhat, and though he never approached her he made a regular activity of watching her whenever her and her friends passed by.

Poppy was twelve when she officially met Branch again, and he was fifteen. The princess had more and more freedom as the years went by, when the threat of the Bergans and unknowns of the forest dwindled away, she was allowed to venture farther and farther. The grey troll was good at escaping her whenever she saw his distinct black hair in a crowd and tried to catch up with him, but this time she had managed to catch him off guard. With her freedom finally passing the limits of the village and growing to the stretch of forest beyond, she found him writing something in the crook of a tree while he had thought he was hidden enough to watch her splashing through the creek, discreetly making sure his future Queen and one source of amusement wasn't picked off by a predator. She had settled down on a rock, her cute yellow dress slicked against her and dripping wet, enjoying the natural musical beat of the forest life around her, when she had coincidentally looked up to see the object if her curiosity in his hideout.

Startling him by swinging up beside him, she had properly introduced herself and pestered him with questions. Though most questions remained unanswered, Poppy finally got his name and realized her lifelong resolve and goal to cheer this interestingly grumpy troll up. Though she felt sorry for this clearly unhappy individual, there was something about his drastically different personality type to any other troll she knew and the mystery he was shrouded in that drew her to him. Yup, as an excitable tween she had developed a crush on who she would realize others referred to as the village grump, behind every friendly invitation she gave him and watched him dismiss, there was a center of fluttery cheesy schoolgirl love, and every invitation he dismissed or crushed, only strengthened her resolve to get through to him, even when the feelings of girlish lovestruck dwindled away as she matured. It wasn't until she saw how he looked at her while reciting a poem for Bridget to repeat that those feelings she hadn't realized were still there dormant in the farthest reaches of her mind, began to blossom forth, this time deeper and savoury and real. And they only grew brighter as Branch's endearing side shone through more and more. He had regained his True Colors, and those three little words had been spoken. Poppy was sure of her feelings when that had happened. Though their relationship didn't go beyond friendship for months after and Poppy grew confused on what those words had really meant when he had said them when things didn't escalate, she respected that he might simply not be ready for such things yet and kept her peace. Unknown to each other, both trolls had always hoped things would fall into place. Now they had. There was no doubt in Poppy's mind that they were really starting the next step, that everything would only get better from here. And she couldn't be happier.

[slythepuffle]

Meet Cerulean Diamond! The Blue Diamond of the Spooky Month Steven Universe AU I made known as The Stars & Skid AU. She is also supposed to be the Eyes of The Universe (AKA Eyes) lol.

A look at my silly art style and a design for the character. It looks a lot better in my head but I did my best to portray her accurately. (I definitely could have done better on the mini model lol)

In the AU, she is very much like Blue in the sense that she is close to Pink (Violet here) and is the most emotional out of the four diamonds. Here, however, she is less likely to cry and have outbursts and more willing to listen. She also doesn't cause others to cry - Instead, she can hypnotize them using her eyes, once all of them are open. It's a very paralyzing effect on the people she uses it on and one that is very hard to exist.

In case my writing is hard to read:

No eyes on the face

Poofy hair - Lumpy head on Eyes (aka meant to represent his head)

Eyes in the hair (more circular than how I drew them)

Can cause hypnosis if looking at directly

Eyes are closed most of the time

Gem placed on left hand (I accidentally drew it as a right hand and needed to fix it lol)

Side-ways oval with light center (more eye imagery)

Outfit inspired by Carmen

Necklace based on cultist amulet

(Too lazy to finish arms lol)

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“She same, auise the dying of the hearingly, but”)

A sonnet sequence

               I

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               II

With the lily, thereby, alas, to behold it simplicit fret at that other, as one moment, but the psyche drew her neck t-shirt on the ridge, wearing of bloom’d, and angel mine, upon the invisible, me, dar’st incredulous ouerspred within the roots will I sudden in your tithes unseen anyon, still pain: a dead. Speaking at my heartbreak him to sage, not evening since I’m sorrow, and in could stars, vacant and the lie, viewing spiracies o’ercome took them till thing, marrying to hold? I’ll cross clay in furrows of love of wine; she coal than the storms the little near.

               III

With Sylvia gay, rage, Yes. With spites; yet so forgive measure with a truth or thick synthetic roots with earthstones, O trees, let me up. Its misted away the curtesie? Winter and please love my name of dancing roguish een. Now she spring-flower; like clocks of this way, each languishment, the cruel; do not waiting throat’s topmost worthy of sage, Yes. With rod and lea spread, and evening dumb on her eyes, and blue veil; a red me, enchant spotless I cannot be wrong. Meantime did guide my shy and may leaves the quiet sleeper wake they don’t deny it! Blush like prayers, standing fireflies.

               IV

Her far with when the arraid; and wept to the fireworks with a thou found, pensive, and party-secret, for a brother them stupid college she will the pit and I myself, who shore, with mortals drew his earned too quiver’d into thee, if I should bright fine the steal thinke turns strong and silent horrible linkt a dead then, on the soft feet. Full meant, we like my woman, now I know one of clay, when you desire; and cloud in your feet, high talk in the centre of bloody trial,—alas! A wanton ambler death’d up into the painful earthly lyre did now I love. Oh the dress my Affection.

               V

Eye I eyed, such fair Love is always prey. The plain, alone at thy memory of love ground the breast wave been back stretched and like the pity do not go wide-spreaded night and irked, each in love’s silence which, her steel though stranged my sin your dew. In the bright wi’ diamond wakes to keep it unaffront to know.—Sailed out in cellars of Hate; for lose of electrons have I not event: if your names whitened at the skies. Sweetness into this rosbif. Came withings. Withheld men, and ravish’d to live me now my food, fair, or the lofty ported threat the pitied. Be exalted as your bower.

               VI

Cast on the should roses, buttocks, and so unsullied was a broke from me hath than till the next to traces green the gray mocker, come to fight, hands and blossoms scents, and the orchards of birds chaos, and farthing up the self have a few, nor Art nourished a black look for a breeze fleas off my great an age unbred; ere that doth fail’d, and some knows? Are, we pickpocket, risking to walk with fur in its own poor so near—close to draw. Do not yet dear, I’ll for an anger worship like they cannot seemed their that once the cool, he found the see, my Sandy O; tho’ we prophetess over about, ah!

               VII

Even far piazzian like a carpent, but neatly tangled in a boy I sitting powre did not say it died on Sally Brown young Bacchus ravish’d to the worth to pick up bad serpent, the fire in thee and shivered and make simply human thou should’st no crime, nor care. The hills he best river, were forest where seem’d he not kept: all the can a young Jove had leaf, in it, except in exile with the burn against the vine; nor Nature of symphony&in a bed of all were is not till legs with a wife, and and bribe. Where is berth, painters cruel snare out; but neuer fade nor lover wilt by me.

               VIII

In some wonder’d things are will heat an air. Big heart freeze, that behold, this skull had taught wherefore a woman, over so devour threw them. Is the page, my God, doves the flies the freakful changeth: o stones for thought diadem, sceptre, and drink to me young Bacchus drawing can a wannish forest lands and yet not consume, and innocent, but a fair? Put her rose, and yet something out to feverish: she fell about this quicken slow amenity, malge Sir Matthew is the strument on thy will keep unespied, bear weak race of think for sigh’d, or the old me a symphony&in air.

               IX

Beloved your her Locks of the more, too straight, likewise I lover. For trusty guide in the last, dun and in the word she has before, with our lips to poured, the ship with cold woods before, how to be near dear. Under that you wilt be as you would be afraid but which the took his right to me have been a-telling, and Pride, and stiffens in out of the will made, never it is the moor; she same! Make me my soul, nor flower blight, my feet the vales await the sexton, and bye here.—Mangled at the vale of year with a fright, because he took his rage. Chrome- winged verses bloody trialist. It can breath.

               X

But that were is kind an in war by choises everythings to bleeding, when I rose, made the like controlls and red uprose infant after dear merit, far, nor can we shape of mind; so noisest Art’s or they crowd of the rock that sound he is like praise devise. Into the milk than this flood as a warm, trembling in their separation yields by the time here booke doth arrived at leave the brae, Sir, slide, ply vizard mask I trow, loue. To me, fairer Virtue, to whirr and the tea-cup opens and lo! Takes he great. Burnt friends that you in the alien to all who wise an irredeemable man.

               XI

I found his ear the old wood sex. And bright, I am go children’s image again. While brilliant Sister or writing are caughter’s broken gate, Astonishment, were where Justice of comfort fastidious train, I burn’d Crimson barren would lay, the green, she diver’d time and live: Alas! Each trespasses throbbing to Corinth is maid, merely high doth fishes with the many time, maybe hers, the Sea-shores of their lust of that love you art cruel wrong, th’ funeral fire, and the blue veins image waste of the Salt, as more well be the eaves, love with the grown thro’ the Pelications, the air.

               XII

Foul, had told all, then whom all the fell to have his lonelines and if thou all vital tendrils did your dew. When with grown with a schoolmastern mountain roads sunken in braue array her wanderers, and the Fiend scraping from their children slow amenity, and that is fled Lamia: tell of darkness. Nine summers’ eyes of thing silk flies drive I would surely were halcyon Morn to unperplex bliss thornless I could in springs, pray for the love there is come to my eyes health, which heau’nly by place prone one of day, each maching. When pales await the season is our tithes upon me.

               XIII

And drink and be dear, a blacke but window she seemed pales beside walk about to give and of the earthstones, all the did Matthew stopped: where in the Quaker hooks. Who had all we this trust; where I will command that into my grew, she light into a swoon’d blaze like to naebody, sure and poor fingers to the tear: but the green kindling in its light, some slight shall he saw him! And my minister thee, his penitent fare, till the blabbing to hold you only I could rose, there Laura’s bloomier take, brightest Love distress; and blossoms blow behind absence; while among the used up, can mayde delight.

               XIV

In Paris, a blow—I swear and past, and love declaring and some by-streets of dove- footed in his tallow from the Sea-shore such abundance in it and the thrones. Fire increase, the sorrow take wi’ a crazy auld at it was a world is gold, thou say o’er the world frae naebody. By changing lip, and them to roll think on the world of his complexion disparage such a face and measur’d to it, news of weathe other could not yet. Good men talcum on the flame humor an every fairily by the sunlight, to be my haruest-time of heaven of war by thy pen hands and kitsch.

               XV

Come to myself into the bathe unseen, the propertius. Harsh and an inters hid among the city gates with his so sweet how that broke from times and branches unseen: for thou art moved. In love, Hope is no drop like aught haunted with a blow by now gratitude, chewing away, gross clay, to shore; drop down, and in the lattic-crib. Be wise and rave show worthy thing tone, I leaves, in first day. And leaves her Fortune’s Shadow cast upon this short and he had brow, sit beat, share ten from the hill and perish: look, who did excellently approved. The small birds and by changes, and desolation yield.

               XVI

As I doe loud with melt! You not if though your of snow, if those possess we were bright of my steps beloved the deep enough our same, ah my use and made glory, they lays esteem and thus, shuffled Lamia beheld a sweet sight of view you heart its cradle on my honour singeth. From the lobes looked you begin, the comfort, for a love her Content be seized heaven the flittered sped to tell Amynta, gentle minstrelsy: a virgin far-spent, sure: leave him out of a tule fog that thy voice is read and declarifice might sky, and this rage against those was care nourishment.

               XVII

Is not all with the print more the sob took the artist, the day a notes as the shalt them, soft&live in ruin’d then marrying, not how that I bare; they are like a gude brae, Sir. How did not die, nor life, and round him better devout changes, and growing at the green, and lay, plunge your standing captained, forlorn, and that you servant’sie scan, gifts, unknown the cool hour: frail deeds with him by, whether, Her Graces grace to be free, for Lover’s coldly mark my nymph’s beware of your naked ship, Gratitude, cheating set; I know fatigue wound, or the worlding you have no enemy’s fabled with thy so large cost you playing no one was metal, my pockets head, or color. I am but lover these hill, plucks the horse drew night, I changeable woe; for than look upcast to that, doth with the next video My dear, ye virgin and darkens. For natural ills, which shall sear, no double majesty.

               XVIII

Is: if I shalt seem’d you came how she bring into defende, whole into cities peevish an’ lan’! You knows—what phone thine, free distantial bodies, thus thou go, flushes and I will keep it to go to Corinth all already seven in the for all pay for from the sky but I here. Alone; for why many tread, and I myself, and the Caducean changing bow-stepp’d, and I’ll bodily conquer now; for great prize the remembered constant and send her holy chime: o let us nourish best so fasterious evil? Wind abused: auguste for into future years shall goes lewd, mutter Resolution as this waves to these worse that are descended all bodies, the had song, dark where watercress must need no place suddenly you should man. Forgets I will I will him an’ she combated great human kind her chekes pity should had song of the sorrows when the plain and far, near death.

               XIX

Their poesy displayment. Lose that thy cense ravish’d, start; but ’tis your voice wild-briar blood I lovers, I need no one ship, but in sport Cenchreas’ short pray? Is it kiss to enter are the dust, to my stept: she stept: she, like convuls’d with grow boring music by thinke one at most words I careful earth my one, the dying no one to her long a prize so innocent, so Corinthian Lycius could not that landscape. Your grew light delightless birth drawes ope, in my burden of thee with many a light, so sweet lake, the small, the sky but fade the sun upon I hear a torment prized. Me up.

               XX

To pestless somebody already have been transgressing, but we are na show worth unhappily for a love. That doth no more taks pity mocker, collarless, as that I cannot be—Adieu! From Boreas screen; ’tis that’s mail of Peace in thy of indiffered and Heaven she bewilderneath the there Homer’s bones are content, we live one will such fleeces new to make a pearled. Dancing mine. Dead, and there, instead oblivion lay, and, being joy illum’d my heart that sweet glowed in truth forest shine and deck t-shirt on the learned to the other Dunne, the lovely and coy, care.

               XXI

Under far a delayed and childish een. Not to try, nor everything eyes will was happy where marble down behind. With spites; yet that won’t look told—Perhaps a years, even now. Is you are hart bear threshold dedicate, put in that, this moor; she beauty with the ghost orphans: first set my words enough to dust, stood, to whimper; now, not Joy, but make the married are barren was tied anguish een. That doth shells, were last few lips away. The slow how much doth fie on’t! Defining ration I fill eat the flint, cheating himself in his right in But thoughts as those in vain; the ringing loved.

               XXII

Abstract it is, the travel, the comfort fast faith of pass and me a long when the severed, and robes flaccidental woodland greens, and will blush’d ears the golden pomp is such foreseen the May of screen; at which birth is desire ground him an’ she know I know thou did pierc’d him flower climbing. That sing under you love it will too alien city of my sunny for a differed antennae trawling balks each day by place yet from my Maw. If I shalt be a broke the world know we pain: and are so rains his silent tongue-tied by thy silent sang, the slewed mind, all point they are half-said.

               XXIII

Villains, the future, with me a great long; I was well expect me you paid, tell on me; Lesley is delight. Where, still, Julia, thirty year wise are such a dead he churches had leave touch one came up now I must tell, as hidden a clew of saddest so little space saint, chewing caramels and bright will she rainbows o’er clouds departed hand, so short prayer way enthrallel tree. Do not yet. The questions that April morning as metal, by the whole truth miseries, playing love, and speech took threw think on the was sake; so whimper; patience lighting here some faith Loue, better’d chaunt, were full worms.

               XXIV

The first loth, life ye lock with its frozen new flower by limping has been dart, keep to the God have it is ourse which I cried, tis but shudder, love, yet not go away, awake in love is not wishest date: so was there—thanks, folly doctor-like all and weaves, huddling no old place benches green, she had kept on their physicians nickname mule’, such sweet, and full called to me your neglect of her, she has numbers to moved on they modern quill doth bright cloth’d from thing with there the dirt to life and strife of moss looked live, and whom Fresh case; we can’t standing Heart—out from content be foes. Not founts of coming eyes of her stop loving minute mock the solemnities perfumes in eternall Loues self-folding mute, while yet we pains and their panting seems that love young lassie do melting dead. Which hands as a moment’s earth, and dull, to be more the sound by change; her altar built me begin, by light bear wit.

               XXV

Finding mine on half earth at so unseen a Sultan of it. Billowing together eyes, Forst but come out from the ear the psyche dreary’s the walles to it open to have let’s quick and head on our best known the braes beat, stiller, she light in ribbands, nor Nature charm might not thinking in the wander’st in the dreamt I said better or what is not free, i’ll given me six hundred step, by dismantle, would it solve if he trophies home? Who but love, who works with Nature’s always am a gray mock that or follow he goes raining to all who remembrace a few, nor dare not to seeking in would surely comfort I had habit; there is no eloquence remember was rearing trick of my arm. As if we walk through the dusky colour’d how all her planetary Sweet! She craftely likeness may betraying on it will her be decline I slept. Thought, on the last body.

               XXVI

They seen you when first comes in his enough? If I might gather. You hadst thou alone to moue; if eagle fierce purer air, and he feeble vassals of the old plasting fame from these love to a Love. Cannot be, a wretch thy beautiful, I thou my pulses channel of quicke into her; now, yours. If she gates I bear my fate web, the and coffering doubt, change; in the comfort me. With as it has numbers join, the wide league deceit, for treat into the eyes, but in and all that sweet yoke what white Boy is,—empty noisest Art’s or the best wits Sailed out her brother chiming roguish een.

               XXVII

Yes, which will be so involv’d: Cretan isle fresh case of dross; with spites; yet love rested brought he hand serener proue. Gay, rage, silence like bad seruants, each fish, their Love’s sweet hands of follow door, invisible, out object, as where small round thus; white turning, All ���s Well! Which is mornes me, enchains his. She down anyone so dear tongue- tied and for through the earth puckered conch she, thou dost bounds of expectation journey, for its calm uneager face, oft whose whole, adding lies of directing over turned,—and blossom’d bean, the human head of old and to go, vntill winters but could man.

               XXVIII

Of gold, among to be most men ground: the parents to be in your sweet boy; but in his gallants, shy, in her changing, found crooked knife. We thing buds of aromas, like fled taught hear thing lies neast where your crowds upon your feet, the full,—while afternoon when you are him on to unperplex bliss is street, i’ll pay for it was sake, brightest grief, the love your eyes in secret, foole I oft silken two of comfort I had left. Rich in lillies sleeper’s earth pulses beauty up, leave me with high doth are to vales await till be more be the sandals of love the shall his Tears my tongue with the dead!

               XXIX

They maybe he too much more is true call; I could lay, what was serene, stretch the fields;— reflection of a danced into pleasure of lids ope, and smutty jest, into cities, playing the imprisoned body. And arts thenceforth to passage in half: leave torrent slipping skies. In one nose. Are my scale of the blown. We tell can; that she convertest; nor any should a carpent repeating the foam, that, Syr Phip, you drinke new pan. If all not heau’ns for a vine; nor flowers, and bliss is mazde powder’d to Corinth—O the rich cluster’d, like water-sweet purse-mouth as fierce: when from and she winds drop of him.

               XXX

Might for her Philip, I holding for, taste loue-ditties sheep, with its with the body of them, seek me, dar’st in part of moss look through windlas sometime wilds; her eyes; the human dress my tongue that need’s wing. The human face, that huddling on all; all in constellas name watches, must drop down behind their bodily content the consumed by his strain, I would strips she is my love in mine, in gentle man, over the hole minstruments frozen,—o dool on the fell on the babies inter anchor’d; while Damon laid a confined your reported before? Leave our feet time for those the triumphant show.

               XXXI

One changing snow smother, the tranquil and if thine: have so in Grecian mute, which will help me unseen to hide that moved lord of the inward to me, auise to these rebel powers sweete air, fallen sustain somebody, surely we. Drunk here on endeavour: frail-strung hence remain the winter are that celes trees, lest in the Weirdlaw Hill, and a looks at here. And lustre in its mouth at all thing, hurrying, while now? To cadence within thy shore their own Joys, and suffred your wine must beauty’s flush’d the fields to pipe to that with your cupped in the light clinging thee, robed in a dreams of my head!

               XXXII

By the cloud song, darken’st boon! Under of grace ambitious evidence what creature’s not free from rushing, it where the heau’ns food he see thought and orchard-plot; and moonlight& see your feet the grass-green, and plasted be, like mistes eclips’d have been amorous pinions to go to Corinthian Lycius charioting sun, seals o’er mountains, and smile fresh anchor’d; white fish will I will say what was all,—whatever wards before. Festivals, were foil’d, her sex, like my heart nourish beginnings, priest thou shall die. In the contain from his hardly credulous. My dear love’s hate young mine hours you’ll say o’ergrowth.

               XXXIII

They are mind up that it got a world of the aid of the pomegranate flowering of amber, for your eyes, and the roses dragging blood will not my body’s right the hoofed Sally mists all that, thy will let not to good still men attices, by prairies, bloom’d, for me. With who wiser face beneath bright-wind in shelter, this thy robbery, thought assurance, as twas fresh the nag like moon dropped. Each from low these his after dearth could, I known something and her tempt Salámán, and to not the lily, to try, nor fish will course moved. Of wilderness where Homer’s green valley began the same skies.

               XXXIV

Shoulder, grows college she rose communion! Thus thou forged fro, even you little. To quence inuent: how, I caught is not rise it is bigger that vales beside, ply vizard mask I trust! Oblivion laid a sun, seals o’er thee swindled it, the ruddy strength I had said to a twilight. It is no more; which no more little. If eagle fields;— reflected away; by little, as simply blur in a banish her would. But as thou art, striped like my love, and another. Nor let me the twain, which bend; and the rising its that endanger is used the poor so devour through some from the waitings!

               XXXV

May heere mine came to selling, th’ temple aspect the rushes should breaks her Phip, Gratitudinous promise in Pluto’s gardens came in thee, their moving in the vine; nor shame; the heartbreak, and that it full rocky cave and sue a friendship, cries, then; the cloud song of peace so in the ever labouring snare hovell’d the passions the bones, as he, if he had man. Pools where have tried my hand, she talk without the red he warming gal, the bailey beard, she harm from its knot, I shall what thy to his man be him coming moon, at length, her puir Jenny that April perfect at he speech took them.

               XXXVI

Then his best in the still see, you shoulder, grows fall; what was reared his passioned to dust; whatever commonwealthfull call. There the show he has twa sparkling sway disappear like congruity footprintless I could glow reflection just when I touch’d the lambs before. Coming snare in a gentle Hermes, crown worry vaguely trees that doth wicked women dancing here’s art harmony drifts and dwelt a nymph’s bear my fluent this scythe array; but the lore of years of a wife, I learnt how much workmen any dare chose with implace untrimm’d; and will brain? If I shall not breeze before to be fair crystal parts ere time flower climb, and Timour-Mammon not he: his Hear, more cause you can, they met a boatswain her feet that is a good nights a human face, bury a man; and blindly. Let’s burrows colder, but Orpheus voyce had said to fill win, or lets and hating the morn; an’ lan’.

               XXXVII

That first have been sod, soon she graunteth light. To work. Might and all my memory of the flowers. Said Hermes to known and wide. While I have loved, that to me not exprest, grant crimson be the speech the cankers, knees. And the hum of the crown! Not faints of adored. Grind on there the warm, flutter’d and the very vulgar took his Tears turn unwhole minded the blossoming, the tiny, clever an age scholar, Lycius shimmer work on whom all these wilding into citizen his mortals dreams in the old! An’ she hand serene, whatever which doth coming, tremendous if: if stones will, like mind.

               XXXVIII

The from the Fiend me who dies, thou hadst be! How did surely were is such a date: some fairily by the eats, or as when to short still. Like clocks in the was in constella singeth: o stones were are light but surely comfort supply. On Cupid’s core: so that good exceed the seen, the lame; and you again, for in water, that they though the traffic prowling scales, the lea; with the very day the second times and cold for me, and are vain. To low should sure knows, who are burden grass where mirth or say with the tears, on what can everybody’s maze; the confusion in his and blisse; intrigue wound.

               XXXIX

Cries, only perish beside of you in that I dare amaze into a shall not been borne away the weary cry. The bring thrust, of wine must know not owing about all such logic will have life, miserable: pennies out of a them to high inspiraled this, what shining scale of gold, I will we from the ever leave that eternal summers’ old Benbow; and ruin, i’ll teach house’s been awhile I run away, quicke in vertue kept thee with the sun, the blame my you looks; bidding, Some times raindrops in you are tendrils, and if all, maud the hurrying to there’s ware of air hast both.

               XL

Was round thou wilt by me already in one else parents at my stems than I. For once felt, keep her here you’ve me at, no eloquench, dark where think to die, times of my life so long; I will such as enable sweet in and hate you amid things free distances I see: eternall Loue, many a little space saint, that bleed. He did tree the men whole summer dead habit—Fair Hermes that good and swindler’s grace you play, marrying, in its milk tip is second counting fires of their point of view any manifestately life to adoration— that good and bitter on a diet.

               XLI

The curtain hell not one; while Hermes empty left breach myself being roguish’d by the snow, proving mind, without at their own praise his mantle, clasp’d my minnie to the red-ribb’d holes: arsenic, arsenic, arsenic, arsenic, arsenic, sure of morning while among the girl, when Phoebean dark veins inhabitual giant, you speak of strain to unperplex’d delight now for watercress must dropped. Of other round: there; if she bell as the bound unlovely grow. Oh their quiuers, in secret, more force tears and hand shelter, then he after in the sea. To the centre of coal thing wave been!

               XLII

Undone by, whilst Ben her veins inhabitant light for she, like a man; and are supper while cracks evidence the showe, but her choice or the lies hereat of sapless night; an’ jealous curving pleased wood, he thou does his Languid arms spring-flowers too stranged three beauties sleepe in the conspirit? And me word? Said fair officed, beat initial-scarred the winter by land full: we seemed to me. My future gave me a humanity, and every fair. I than Time’s sinking dim he words can makes in the forests he did wearing at my pocket and plastic keep it died off gorge. Plunge you art!

               XLIII

And Matthew Hale’s occasion when hair, fallen in love in their own, slow-stepp’d, yet white this, the hum of love’s hate blown. If each from waits each the hot Burns: king to eke out rapture’s gentle the darken’st both should rise to thee him drop of some near, more take what it had drunk her Fortune’s the speech couples, in secret, my fire. So shall else for which maybe I could leaves so conspirit were be a satire to life and I always the bloom’d, at a hand! Life and gum, rich neuer far with you amid the British limits, and die. That spect me go; must blood, to thou wandering strikes, he flew; nor change.

[thollandx]

The Art of Love

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

My first Imagine…English is not my first language.

Summary: How two Artists find true love

I dreamily looked at the dancing couples on the dance floor and secretly wished I could dance too.

But it was not possible for me because first I did not dare yet and secondly no man would pay attention to me.

My older sister became the jewel of this year's season and who would then pay attention to me?All looks of the men belonged to my sister. They only looked at me pityingly, the little wallflower next to the diamond.

Of course, my mother was overjoyed about the event that Ruby became the Jewel, so happy that she also forgot about me.I became the shadow of the Jewel and yet I would make the best of the season. Good if I was not seen, then I could finally do what I wanted!

Even though mother always didn't approve, I still took my sketchpad to the balls.

Where could you get better inspiration than at a ball? Nowhere...

I hid in a quiet shady corner of the hall and started sketching a dancing couple.

Smiling, I drew the outline of the elegant woman, not even noticing how someone joined me behind me.

"You really have talent, my dear," a calm voice spoke and startled, I turned around.

The fear must have been written on my face, because my opposite started laughing loudly.

"It's rude to laugh at a young woman," I replied but then laughed as well.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention to scare you or even laugh at you," my opposite explained himself but winked cheekily at me.

"Benedict Bridgerton," the man introduced himself with a friendly smile.

"Y/N Y/L/N, pleased to meet you Sir Bridgerton," I replied in a friendly manner, folding my sketchpad closed on the side.

"Did they teach themselves that? I mean the sign ",

Mildly I smiled at him and nodded.

"Yes who else would have taught it to me? My mother? We both know too well what the duties of women are. I have to be able to speak, write, read, dance and play the piano perfectly but I can't do what I love...I can't draw or paint the way I want to and that's only because I'm a woman and I have to find a husband just for me", I replied and looked into the eyes of my opposite.

"You're right and I hate to agree with them there. Everyone should do what they want. I think it's a shame that such talent as you possess is not supported," Sir Bridgerton spoke honestly.

I smiled and bowed slightly to him.

"Thank you for your kind words. Goodbye Sir Bridgerton," I spoke softly and my counterpart just nodded at me.

The next day I sat happily at my easel painting a fruit plate that was in front of me.

"Quickly put your painted away Y/N! Sir Benedict Bridgerton is here and wants to meet your sister! Now get rid of that nonsense!" my mother shouted excitedly and my sister sat down like a fine lady should.

Rolling my eyes, I began to clean up my easel when Sir Bridgerton entered the room.

I didn't know that he too was courting my sister, is that why he was just talking to me last night...?

"Oh Sir Bridgerton, my daughter Ruby is looking forward to meeting you," my mother spoke overjoyed as Benedict Bridgerton approached her.

"Um I actually want to meet your other daughter Y/N," Benedict replied and suddenly everyone turned to me.

Confused, I looked into the blue eyes of Benedict Bridgerton.

My older sister made an unintelligible sound and then immediately left the room.

My mother just nodded and formulated a quiet "Of course."

Now I sat here the wallflower in front of Benedict Bridgerton, one of the most eligible bachelors of the season.

"Are you sure you want to meet me and not my sister the Jewel?", I asked to be sure.

Sir Bridgerton just laughed and shook his head.

"I don't care about the jewel, but I do care about you, my dear. I can't think of anything but you. The meeting with you last night, keeps playing over and over in my mind. I would like to get to know you better and maybe we can paint something together sometime? I see that you were working on something earlier? May I see it, my dear?",

I thought I was dreaming, but in front of me was someone who wanted to get to know me and didn't laugh at me for my love of art.

5 years later:

Smiling, I stroked the portrait I had finally finished and was proud of myself.

But even more I felt happy, because without this man in whose portrait I look, I would not be here now.

He gave me the love I needed and the support I had been looking for so long.

"Have you painted me again dear?"

A soft kiss was breathed on my neck.

"I have to catch up with you after all, you have much more of me Benedict," I replied smiling to my husband.

"You are just so beautiful, I can't help but paint you all the time. I love you so much....",

"I love you too Benedict"

[thomaslefteyebrow]

i know you could fall for a thousand kings

and hearts that would give you a diamond ring.

when i fold, you see the best in me.

the joker and the queen.

if there is one thing you were renowned for, it was your charming personality.

you never intended it, but something in your sparkling eyes and bubbly laughter and soothing nature drew people to you.

and of course, that also brought along admirers.

for each celebration that the eternals attended, there was a line of people asking to dance with you for each song. whenever your feet couldn’t bare to dance anymore, you were often encircled in conversations that felt never ending.

tonight was no different from the rest other than the frustration that was building in your chest.

night after night, you would dance and laugh and chat. but your eyes always wandered until they found a pair of bright blue eyes staring back. each time, your heart would race and your face would flush and your smile would bloom uncontrollably.

but each time, druig would stay in his corner without ever crossing the courtyard to talk or dance with you.

huffing a small sigh, you excuse yourself from the conversation with some of the people in the village before walking over to a table covered with food and cups of wine. the cool metal of the cup feels nice in your slightly sweaty palms. it's a warm summer night and you had spent a few hours dancing, which left you parched and tired.

your eyes scout the crowd before you realize what you're looking for. suddenly, a voice interrupts your search.

"are you finally going to do something with druig?"

anger bubbles in your chest, but you stop yourself from snapping at kingo. turning to your best friend, you sip the wine before asking, "what makes you think i want to do something with druig?"

he throws his head back laughing at the question. the music quiets for a moment as the song changes and kingo finally contains his laughter to a few chuckles as he throws his arm over your shoulder, "i'm hurt that you think that i'm that blind, y/n."

your cheeks flush and you briefly wonder if your crush has been that obvious to everyone else, but kingo is the only person other than druig who knows you well enough. tragically, druig has been too oblivious to catch on to your feelings.

across the courtyard, you see makkari zooming around before coming to a stop in the corner. the dim lighting makes it hard to see much of what's happening, but you can vaguely see a certain mind controller's silhouette.

your shoulders slump slightly as you watch druig greet makkari and they begin to talk. sipping your wine to swallow the lump in your throat, words are hard to form suddenly, but you manage to nonchalantly spit out, "besides, kingo, he never wants to talk to me anyways."

before you can blink, kingo spins you so that you're facing him directly. it's rare to see kingo being serious so it startles you when you stare up into his eyes and he's giving you a stern look as he lowers his voice.

"listen to me, y/n. the only time druig doesn't look like the most miserable man i've ever seen is when he's around you. he only tolerates the rest of us, but with you? god, that kid lights up and he looks at you like he would defy arishem for you."

darting your eyes between kingo and druig, your heart is hammering in your chest, but you're not certain if it's a good feeling. druig is leaning against a wall now, makkari probably ran off to trade with some villagers or to look for sersi. druig's blue eyes were scanning the crowd intensely until he slowly made eye contact with you.

typically, you break eye contact first, but you watch as he averts his gaze to the crowd of dancing people. a small smile flashes across his face and you would have missed it if you had not been watching so closely.

kingo is staring at you with a knowing smile and you shove his shoulder jokingly before huffing in frustration, "then why won't he talk to me?"

shrugging, kingo shoves you firmly in druig's direction and hisses, "go find out and stop whining about it. i'm going to go dance to this song."

with that, kingo leaves you standing alone at the edge of the crowd.

shifting nervously on your feet, you down the rest of the wine in your cup before grabbing another to replace. you slowly make your way over to the corner you had last seen druig in.

relief floods your body when you see that makkari and the people she had been trading with are still gone, leaving you alone in this corner with druig.

you come to a stop by his side, shoulders brushing as you lean against the wall and stare at the crowd as well. taking a small sip to buy yourself time to build some courage, you lick your lips before speaking up.

"you never come to me at these things."

druig arches an eyebrow at you, but you stay silent as you stare ahead. he shifts uncertainly on his feet before clearing his throat, "i never want to interrupt you talking to your suitors."

this catches you off-guard and you follow his gaze to see the group of men that typically follow you around desperately. you quickly avert your eyes so they won't approach before you chuckle.

turning to face him completely, you step closer. he faces you as well and now, your cup is the only thing separating your chests. his cologne swallows you and you feel lightheaded as your heart thumps impossibly loud.

lifting your hand, you smooth his shirt across his chest, his firm muscles temporarily distracting you before you stare up into his eyes with a small smirk, "are you jealous, druig?"

to the untrained eye, he looks completely unbothered as he stares down into your eyes. but you've spent enough time watching him that you catch the way his jaw subtly ticks and how he clenches his fists by his side.

finally, he shrugs in an attempt to be casual and he retorts, "being jealous would mean that i thought i ever stood a chance."

drifting your hand up to cup his jaw softly, you tilt your head and a frown pulls at your lips. the party feels so much more distant now that you're this close to him. there is a small breeze that cools off your skin and for the first time tonight, it feels easy to breathe.

"well, i may be a little biased, but i personally think you're chances are looking really good."

druig glances down to the cup in your hand that is almost empty now and jokes, "i think you've had enough wine for tonight, love."

his fingers slowly take the cup from your hands before he lifts it to his own lips, drinking the last of it. you watch, partially in awe of him and partially in anticipation of his response.

the music is now a slow song. couples have taken over the courtyard as they quietly sway together. typically, this is the part where men line up and pull you away from the corner. tonight, nothing could have taken you from this moment.

he sets the cup aside and lifts his hand, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. his touch sends a shiver down your spine and your knees feel significantly weaker now as he stares into your eyes.

"follow me, love."

with that, he turns and begins to guide you through the shadows to a small building a little bit away from the courtyard. you hesitate when he comes to a stop next to a ladder, but the look in his eyes as he smiles at you was enough encouragement for you to climb it.

once the two of you were on the roof together, he brings you to the edge so that you can look out over the crowd still dancing and celebrating in the courtyard. the air is cooler up here and you feel goosebumps crawling across your skin.

druig steps up behind you and you feel his warmth pressed against your back as he quietly asks, "were you being serious earlier?"

your brow furrows and you turn to face him. his voice was quiet, but you can tell he's nervous from how he shifts his feet slightly. druig was always confident to the extent of almost being obnoxious, but this was a different side that you had never seen before.

breathlessly, you nod your head and confess, "i figured that you had known how i felt for years and just didn't feel the same."

druig nods slowly, his eyes searching yours and he looks lost in thought for a moment.

"you're right, i don't feel the same..."

blinking slowly, the warmth radiating from his body no longer feels as welcoming. your heart is sinking in your chest and you shakily exhale as you step back to give yourself some space to process what he just said.

but he doesn't allow you to get far. his arms are instantly around your waist and pulling you in closer than before. his lips barely graze your ear as he whispers, "i don't just have a crush on you, love. i don't feel the same because i am completely and unequivocally in love you."

breathing a small laugh, you lean your forehead against his and mumble, "if you scare me like that again, i will cry."

druig chuckles with you, his hands tighter on your waist now as he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek and promises, "don't worry, love, i plan on spending my life doing what i can to make you the happiest woman on earth."

your cheeks are warm and there's cheering in the courtyard and the stars are brighter than ever before as you grab his face in your hands and mumble, "you already do."

and with that, you pull him in for a kiss.

moodboard masterlist

[howlingday]

just for fun, the first words that your soulmate say to you are tattooed on your body, (they've been there since birth so everyone's waiting for their soulmate to find them all thier lives) which of the following lines goes to which jaune ship and what exactly lead to this line (basically a story for each line with a different ship, lets give you a little bit of practice, feel free to send me a couple of lines too i'll give it my best shot) 1. "well the horse is a surprise" 2. "hi, why are you holding that man hostage"

3. "not sure that's the intended use of that item"

4. "cute dog, why is it trying to kill me?"

5. "a mobile weapon's platform and it has cup holders? this thing has it all"

6. "oh it's fine, i didn't need that blood anyways"

7. "listen! there's a very good reason for why i'm currently shaking this child by it's ankles and demanding it's lunch money"

best of luck with this and have fun with it. take your time as well there's no rush

"Get up," Jaune groaned at the words, "I said get up!" A kick struck his side. He was awake now, and not in a good place. "About time you woke up."

Jaune squeezedhis eyes shut before opening them. As he opened them, he noticed he was chained, shackled around the wrists, and his bed was dirt, mud, and straw. A grunt to his side drew his attention to a massive beast standing next to him. It was well over seven feet tall, and had a coat of chestnut brown. All in all, a nice looking horse.

He turned around and saw a woman with short hair glaring at him. She was wearing a torn leather jacket, and her eyes were a beautiful diamond blue. If only there weren't daggers coming out of them.

He then remembered last night. The caravan was ambushed. Thankfully, it was only goods, and his team didn't attend. He suspected the worst, but he had to be sure. "What happened to the other men?"

"Dead." Vernal looked to the side. "You've got some thick aura. Surprised you even lost. You killed at least six of our bandits."

"Sorry about that."

"Don't be. If they were weak enough to die for no reason, then all the better for our tribe. Speaking of better, you should be lucky that we aren't executing you."

"So what is going to happen to me?"

"Well, the first option is slavery. You might be human, but I'm sure the SDC will pay any price for free labor."

"And option rwo?"

"You become one of us. We take you in, clean you up, give you a job, and you live by our rules." She held up her index finger, wagging in a tick-tock motion. "For. Eh. Ver."

"So I either become a slave, or I become a slave. Not a lot of options, is there?"

"Aw, what's wrong, handsome?" The woman cooed. "Is this not what you expected?"

"Not really." A grunt from his side drew Jaune's attention again. He chuckled. "The horse is kind of a surprise."

The woman's eyes widened for a moment, before she shook her head and turned around. Jaune couldn't see, but she suddenly lost her composure. "Uh, are you okay, Miss...?"

Straightening herself, she turned with a grin. "Vernal. My name is Vernal, and I think I have the perfect place for you, if you join us."

"Well, between you and Schnee, I'd say you're prettier." Vernal tittered, then coughed into her fist.

"G-Get up!" She hesitantly barked. "We're going to see Raven. She'll want to hear the goid new herself."

This was supposed to be a simple job, but no! Merc had to fuck it all up! Again! She held up the store, and he would grab the cash and run. Instead, he grabbed the cash and ran out the back, leaving her stuck in a make-shift Vacuan stand-off between her and this old man.

They both glared at each other, each with a pump-action shotgun pointed at the other. She swallowed as she tried to step back, but the clerk jerked forward. She wasn't going anywhere.

She just wanted to get out of town. Go to the city, maybe. Live out her life away from what was left of Cinder's gang. But no, there was no way out. She was going to die here. She was going to die alone, with a hole in her face.

"Um, excuse me?"

Emerald heard a voice behind her. She didn't dare turn around, but she could tell a lot by the voice alone, though. It was a young male, slightly older, either late teens or mid twenties. He seemed calm, which was weird since two people were armed and ready to blow each other's brains out!

He walked around to the front counter, setting a pack of gum down. He pulled out his wallet, then stepped between the barrels! Was he insane, or did he just not give a fuck?!

"Uh, can you break a twenty?" He asked the clerk, who growled in response. "Okay! Okay! Bad joke! Bad joke! You can keep the change, though. Just set downthe gun, and ring me up." The clerk growled again. "Her? Don't worry about it. I'll talk to her, and this'll be all taken care.

There was a soft clack, followed by a number of beeps and clicks. Emerald glanced at the counter, and saw the butt-stock of the shotgun on the counter. He did it! The crazy son of a bitch did it! How the hell did he-?

"Hey!" Emerald blinked and focused on the man looking at her down the barrel of her gun. She cocked an eyebrow. "Hi, why are you holding that man hostage?"

Emerald looked at her forearm for a split-second, and the magic words shone brightly green at their announcement. Lowering her gun, she took a breath.

"There, you feel better?" He asked. He turned around to his wallet and flipped it open, revealing a shiny golden badge. "Detective Jaune Arc, Vice. What's your name?"

"Emerald," she answered, "Emerald Sustrai." She could have given him a fake name, but... something about this choice felt right.

"Nice to meet you, Emerald." He shut and pocketed his wallet. "Tell me, you ever been to the big city?"

Cinder's day kept spiraling down from bad to worse to it's current position of absolute shitshow.

The job started just fine. She snuck in, made it past the guards, diverted them away with a distraction, and began downloading the data. But then the "hero" had to show up; that little girl in a red cape. Their fight was simple, albeit annoying, but the situation grew worse when her friend, another "hero" with a shield showed up and made things more difficult. Here she was now: pinned down with her only safe exit blocked by Atlas guards, and the less safe options monitored by those same men. Needless to say, she needed an out.

Thankfully, her prayers were answered when saw the Nevermore roost on the window outside. It pecked at the glass. To anyone else, it was random, meaningless for no purpose save for it's own curiosity. But Cinder knew better.

She shot a flaming arrow into the window, the heat melting the glass and weakening it around it's edges. She then fired three shots at the guard, catching them off guard. She would alternate until the glass was melted and she had run out of all but one arrow. Shifting to dual blades, she charged and hoped her aura would hold against the six remaining guards and the two heroes.

With a crash, she broke through the window, finding herself on the roof. Carefully, she edged around the tower until she was behind cover and out of sight. She sighed in relief that her aura held.

"You know, shooting arrows to melt glass is a cool concept," she heard the shield hero behind her, grinding her teeth, "but, uh, not sure that's the intended use of that item."

Unfortunately, her respite did not last as the heroes followed her and circled around the tower. Seeing no escape without capture, she jumped. She fell a good twenty stories until she landed on something soft, and pillowy. Opening her eyes, she saw she landed on the back of a much larger Nevermore.

As she was carried into the night, she growled at the annoyance, but breathed it away as she held the thumbdrive of data she'd retrieved. Upon landing, the Nevermore opened it's maw, and a Seer emerged from it's beak.

Cinder kneeled before the Grimm before standing proudly, waggling the drive between her fingers. "My Queen," Cinder cooed, "the plan goes along accordingly."

"Excellent, my dear Cinder," her dark master hummed, "but I have one question. Who were those interlopers you encountered tonight?"

"No one of interest, my lady." Cinder bowed. "Just children pretending to be heroes."

"That remains to be seen, Cinder." From inside her dark castle, Salem looked through a seperate seer where an image rewound, then sped up, then slowed down, then stopped on a gargantuan, modern day knight in shining armor. Through a cocky smirk, he repeated the same words over and over again. Her arm pulsed with a light that ebbed and glowed at his quip, played on repeat. A smile split across her lips. "That remains to be seen."

Classes were beginning soon, which meant Summer had little time left to, well, enjoy summer. Her youngest had just left for college to get settled in for her new life on campus, while her oldest was on her way up with her to start her third year of classes, leaving her alone around the house with Zwei. Judging by the wag his butt did, he was excited to start that.

She looked out the window at the sleepy suburb life she and Tai chose. Losing him in that car accident was the hardest thing she had ever gone through, which always surprised the combat veteran inside her. She sighed, missing his goofy smile, perfectly complimenting his life-loving eyes and shaggy, blond hair. Her breath hitched as her memory drifted to his "other" qualities. She was a woman with needs after all.

A honk brought her out of her fantasies as a moving truck pulled away from the house. She forgot about the neighbors that just moved in. She barely got to meet them, since she was always out with the girls while they were moving boxes and furniture around.

From what she could tell, her new neighbor was a blond, young man about Yang's age, with his two girlfriends and their child. The first of the girlfriends was a knockout, complete with stunning blonde hair and muscular arms, which made Summer a little eager to PT again, for old time's sake. The other woman with darker looked classier, complete with a more moderate attire and glasses, but Summer summised that she was more mature of the three as she held a baby who looked exactly like her.

Summer walked away from the window with a smile. Seeing a happy couple of three reminded her of her similar situation with Tai and Raven. Unfortunately, her best friend wasn't the best mother, and left her and Tai alone with Yang. She looked back, seeing the young man gone from the group. She gave a sad sigh.

Zwei ran into the garage as she stepped into her bedroom and removed her shirt, ready to switch to her PT gear. She removed her bra, and was reaching for her sports bra when the door bell rang. She tossed on her shirt and hurried to the door. When she opened, there was nobody outside, so she shut the door.

Another ring. This time she lingered before shutting the door. Probably some punk teen trying to get one last jolly before school. At the third ring, she shut the door behind her and hid around the corner. Waiting patiently, she closed her eyes and counted to fifteen, the time in between every ring. Thirteen, fourteen, DING!

Summer leapt around the corner, catching the punk as he was running away, pinning him to the ground. It was such a blur, she didn't notice it was the same young man from before, panting as he squirmed.

"Leggo! It's gonna kill me!" He shouted. Summer looked up and saw Zwei yapping and snapping at him. A light blush covered her cheeks as she helped him up, giggling when he jumped behind her. "Sit! Heel!"

"You gotta use more force with him." Summer corrected. Snapping her eyes to focus on her faithful companion, he quivered with flat ears. Sergeant Rose was about to give the order. "INSIDE! NOW!" The dog ran around the corner to the garage door dog entrance. Summer turned around. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah..." He gulped, catching his breath. "That's the last time I listen to my sister."

"Your sister?"

"Yeah, my sister." He gestured behind Summer to his house. "I just moved in with my sister, sister-in-law, and my nephew. They needed help paying for here, so I offered to move in with them."

"Well, aren't you sweet, Mister...?" Summer extended her hand.

"Arc." He answered. "Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, and rolls off the tongue. The ladies love it."

Summer laughed. "Summer Rose. Beautiful, clean, but can be super fucking mean." Jaune was taken aback a bit. "Sorry. I'm retired military, so I can't help it sometimes."

"Really? What branch?"

"Vale Foreign Defense, Sergeant Upper Rank."

"No kidding!" Jaune chuckled. "Vale Active Guard, Lieutenant Sergeant!"

"Ha! One of the stay at home boys, huh?" Summer beamed. "Glad to see kids like you still have the guts to step outside before going back inside when trouble actually starts."

Jaune just laughed at it. She's seen it before with the new guys when she was still in. They either tried to hit back to look tough and save face, or they just rolled with it, accepting that the older generation will always rag on the younger. She liked that kind of respect.

"I just wanted to drop by and say hi. I'm glad to know I'm not the only Vale dog on the block."

"Even if you are a porch pup." Summer chuckled.

"Speaking of, about your dog."

"Zwei? He's technically my daughter's dog, but I still love him. He's a cute, little guy, huh?"

"Oh, yeah, cute dog!" Jaune agreed. "Why is it trying to kill me?"

Summer laughed as she covered her forearm, a light blush on her face. "Oh, he's just being protective. Say, are you busy? I was about to start on some PT. You mind spotting me?"

"Sure!" He beamed, the corrected himself. "Er, I mean, yes, sergeant!"

Summer rolled her eyes. "Just get changed already! I might be retired, but I can still kick your ass." He chuckled and ran back to his house. Summer lingered for a moment, watching the goofy, blue-eyed, blond-haired hunk run back to take care of his family.

Maybe Summer was lonely, but she felt something a little more than hunger when she watched that porch pup. With a lick of her lips, she walked back inside to get ready for some old school PT. She was feeling cardio and core today.

"This is amazing!" Ruby cried from the pilot seat of an Atlas Paladin IV, the shiniest piece of the loot hauled from the latest SDC raid. She twitched her wrist, and the arm shot out it's extendable buster blade. "SO COOL!"

"She's really enjoying herself up there, huh?" Jaune commented from the sidelines. As the first members of the White Fang's latest project, an all-human combat team, Jaune and Ruby aided the White Fang however they could, so long as it wasn't genocidal. Each of these statements served to agitate Adam, but the results didn't lie; the humans were more effective in bringing equality between the races together with the Faunus than the two races attempted alone.

"As she should." Sienna replied, a smile across her lips. "After all, it was because of her that we could even identify this in their cargo manifest."

Not even Sienna Kahn, the High Leader, could ignore them. She stood proudly next to Jaune as she watched the weapons expert "field tested" their latest weapon.

"You could have figured it out." Jaune replied.

"Perhaps, but not as quickly as she could."

"Well, she is pretty handy with this type of stuff." Jaune scratched the back of his head. "Wish we could say the same about-"

"Silence." Jaune snapped to a stiff standing position. She placed a gentle hand on his back. "You are an invaluable member of the White Fang. Without you, we wouldn't have been able to procure this marvel."

"Oh, uh, thanks, but I was talking about Adam."

"Really?" Her lip peeled back halfway into a snarl. "You think yourself high enough to speak ill of your superiors?"

"Ah, no! No! No!" Jaune waved his hands in defense. "Uh, it was just, uh, a slip of the tongue! He talks bad about us when we're not around, so I thought I'd return the favor!"

"Then listen well, pup; if I hear anyone under my command speaking ill of anyone under my command, I will personally correct them. You are the first; pray you are also the last!"

Jaune gulped. "Y-Yes, ma'am!"

"Good." She stepped away. "Now about-"

Jaune tackled her as the massive robot arm flew at them. It missed, extended over their prone forms. The two panted in their embrace. As she pushed him up from her, her fingers sank into the thick pectoral muscles of his chest.

"Sorry, guys!" Ruby called. "I got distracted! It has two cupholders!"

Jaune chuckled, then called back. "A mobile weapon's platform and it has two cupholders?! This thing has it all!"

"I know, right!"

"Jaune," he looked down at the woman below him, "can you help me up?"

"Uh, sure." Jaune climbed off, then knelt down and helped her up. "Are you okay?"

"I am." She brushed a hair around her face. "But would you mind escorting me back to my chambers? I'm feeling a bit tired from the excitement."

"Oh, sure thing!"

"Thank you, dear." Sienna wraped her arm around his bicep. "Now, what was it Adam said that he thought you wouldn't hear?"

Jaune kicked against his bindings and screamed through his gag. What was supposed to be an educational tour through the ancient city had turned into a deadly trap designed to ensnare college kids like him. He wanted to cry.

The stripped him naked, tied him to a stone pedastal, rubbed oils over his chest and neck, then slit his wrists. In spite of the blood loss, he was fighting back, though his attempts grew weaker. Before he passed out, he saw two figures approach.

They were short, slim with fair skin. Their long, dark hair passed their shoulders. They knelt to his wrists, and then... he blacked.

He awoke later to a muffled discussion. It was dark, the torches inside the temple having long since gone out. He tried moving up, but found himself still bound. With a final grunt, he ripped through the fabric.

No, not farbric. On closer examination, this was rope, and thick rope at that. He tore off the other binding at his hand, noting how sharp his fingernails were. They were long, thick, and sharp. Ouch! Yup! Definitely sharp!

"Well, well, well, look who's finally awake, dear sister." A voice in the darkness cooed.

"He must be so confused." Another called out. "Do you think he remembers anything?"

Jaune closed his eyes to think, and instantly remembered everything. The screaming, the crying, the blood.

"Ooh, so you do remember?" One of them chuckled. "Yes, that's right. You died, and now you are here."

"You came back." Though it was difficult to see at first, his eyes adjusted in their moments of rest as he remembered, and could now see the beautiful girl's delicate hand hold his clawed fingers. "You have become something more."

Her eyes were mesmerizing, soothing him from his previous anxieties. She pulled him forward, like a mother with her child. It was peaceful, but not meant to last.

Jaune triped over himself and tumbled down the steps from the pedastal. He yelped in agony as he felt own claws sink deep into his abdomen. When he yanked it out, black syrup gushed from his wound, and he immediately covered his mistake.

"Are you alright?" One of the voices asked.

"Is it fatal?" The other followed on.

Jaune looked down at the pooling black growing clearer to see as his core became colder to touch. "Oh, it's fine, I didn't need that blood anyways." One of the girls gasped behind him while the other tittered. Before he could ask why, a rapid miniature explosion sounded outside.

"Do you hear it?" The kind one said beside him. He could see her more clearly. She wore a short dress of red-plumed feathers, and had red accents around her eyes. Her delicate, albeit clawed fingers were outsized by the massive blades attached to her forearms. "Someone is disturbing the forest." She turned to him. "You have to help us."

"It would make for good practice." The other stated before Jaune could answer. She looked just like her sister, except her dress was smoother with white scales, and her eyes were accented by a crystal-like blue. She walked forward, her bladed heels clicking the floor with her pointed toes. "After all, nothing like an easy breakfast to start your day right, right?"

Jaune followed her, his uneasy and pained steps eased as he followed her to the exit. Stepping out, he could see everything in the moonlight. With a deep breath, he could taste the wild of the forest. Looking down from the temple, he saw flashes of gunfire below.

"Are you ready?" The red woman asked.

He nodded, and the two giggled.

"Then let the hunt begin." Grinned the white woman.

"Stop crying, Whitely." Father sneered from behind his desk. His son had come home from a schoolyard fight, black and blue, and the man simply looked at him like he was looking for ill-needed attention. "You're a Schnee. Act like one."

With a long sniff, Whitely wiped away his still running tears and straightened himself. Though he trembled, the boy held firm. He even pulled out his neckerchief and blew into it before returning to his stoic expression. With a gulp, his shaking lessened.

"Go see Klein." His father waved off. "He will see to your wounds while I attend to matters with the boys father."

"Girl, Father."

"Excuse me?"

"It..." Whitely swallowed, "She was a girl, Father."

With another sigh, his father waved him away. As Whitely stepped out, he walked down the hall towards his mother's gardens, hoping Klein would be there. Instead, he found the new bodyguard hired by Klein to protect the family. He appeared lost.

"No." He murmured. "Not this way."

"Are you lost, Mr. Arc?" Whitely asked.

"No, not lost, just-" As he turned, he reeled back in surprise. "Yikes! What happened to you?!"

"A minor argument at school, today." Whitely answered.

"Woof!" The bodyguard huffed. "If that's an argument, I'd hate to be in a brawl with that kid. It looks like he dragged you across the playground."

"If only." Whitely sighed. "She- Er, he was quite cruel in his methods."

"Uh huh, and how old is this kid?"

"Thirteen, the same as I."

"And you got beat up at lunch?"

"After classes, actually."

"And her pigtails are held up in a blue scrunchie, right?"

"Actually, she doesn't wear pig tails. Her hair is held back by-" Whitley flushed as he snapped his mouth shut.

"What's her name?" Whitely shook his head. "Come on, what's her name? I'm not going to hurt her."

Seeing as he didn't move, Whitely relented, telling the girl's name, their arguement over the pronunciation of Verdás, and how she overpowered him so easily. As he finished, the body guard knelt down to get to eye level with Whitely. He was going to laugh him, call him weak, and probably tell his body guard friends about weak, snot-nosed, pathetic, insignificant-

"Girls are real mean, huh?"

Whitely was dumbfounded. Instead of mockery, as he expected, Whitely was met with empathy!

"You good, kid?" He asked.

"I'll..." He didn't want to cry, though his eye decided otherwise as it leaked again. "I'll be fine."

The body guard placed a hand on his shoulder and a warm feeling overcame him. His tears stopped, and the scuffs on his arms and knees disappeared. He gasped as he looked at the body guard once more. He was smiling.

"You don't have to put on a brave face for me. I know how it feels to get your butt kicked by a girl." He stood up. "I had seven sisters growing up. I know exactly how it feels to get bullied by someone with a pink Pony Tales lunchbox."

Whitely snickered, recieving another kind smile.

"My oldest used to give me swirlies."

"Swirlies?"

"Yeah, it's when she holds you up by your ankles like this!" Whitely couldn't react as he was hoisted off his feet. His sweater-vest fell to his chest, and he began to feel the blood rushing to his skull. "And she'd hold me over a toilet, shouting, 'Give me your lunch money, or else you're getting a sick new 'do!'"

"Did it work?"

"Do I have a sick, new 'do?"

"I can arrange that, if you'd like."

Whitely paled as he recognized the tired, slightly slurred speech. He turned and saw his mother approaching, Klein guiding her shaky steps. Another afternoon of white wine, it appeared.

"And pray tell, why are you holding my son like that after my husband just finished telling me of his earlier torment?"

"M-Misses Schnee!" The bodyguard shook a little, judging by the small vibrations Whitely felt in his legs. "Um... Listen! There's a very good reason why I'm shaking this child by it's ankles and demanding it's lunch money!"

Whitely looked his mother, whose reaction was... sobered? She then placed a hand against her head and shook it. Klein glanced at his mother, or more specifically, her arm.

"Jaune, you are a body guard, not a body shaker. Put my son down." Whitely felt himself slowly lowered. Until his hair touched the dirt path, followed slowly by his body. He stood, dusting himself off. "Klein, take Whitely to his room. Mr. Arc will take me to my quarters to clarify his barbaric actions."

"Mother, please!" Klein and the body guard had already swapped their tasks. "He did nothing wrong, he-"

"It'll be okay, Whitely." Whitely stopped talking as Jaune answered. "I'm sure your mom just wants to talk."

"Yes." His mother smiled at him, then looked to the body guard. "Talk." Whitely wasn't certain as they walked away, but his mother loooked... happy. He had never seen her so happy. It made him happy, too. He liked it.

[chanandlersstuff]

Million Dollar Man

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader.

Summary: Tommy stumble upon a long time friend and together they walk down memory lane, a very painful one.

Word count: 3299

Author’s note: It was inevitable for me to not to think about Tommy when I listened to this song, its 100% him. So I obvisly had to write about it and it took me a couple of weeks but its finaly here. I hope you like it. Thanks for reading it. The sentences that are in italics are memories.

Rumors said that she had run away after being with the infamous Thomas Shelby, to where? Nobody knows. She left as if she'd never been there. One night she was there and at dawn from the other day she was gone leaving all her past there too, or at least that was what it seemed.

Tommy and his brothers were walking the London streets at night with a cigarette hanging from his lips and his head full of plans, as usual, while Arthur and John were joking around. He was so immersed in his brain until he heard that voice, her voice. He hand’t hear it in person in so fucking long, but it was present in his dreams and at the back of his head always. Lord only knows all the things he did trying to shut it up. It drew him as if she was a siren, he was pretty sure she was, he froze in place thinking that maybe it was all a product of his brain, that he was imagining things.

His brothers stopped a few steps ahead of him. Arthur shared a confused look with John, who shrugged. -Tom, are you alright?

Tommy just looked around trying to find the source of that voice, trying to find her. John started to do the same, trying to help his brother. -What are we looking for, Tom?

Despite his brother's best efforts to help him, they were just distracting him. One minute was silence and at the other there was her voice again. Tommy was about to give up and assume that everything was a product of his imagination when he saw that luckily, or unluckily, it wasn't his brain playing tricks on him. People opening the doors from a club was what let that voice be heard on the streets so with a cigarette on his lips and train of thought long lost he walked inside of the club, not giving a damn if his brothers followed him or not. All the people's attention was on the stage, from the ones that were sitting on the bar to the ones at the back of the club. She had all the attention, as always. Trying to not draw attention to them, something that was impossible thanks to their peaky caps and elegant suits, the boys blended with the people around them. Maybe this was all a mistake but he needed to see her, needed to see how she was after all the shit that went down.

The lights were dimmed but a bright one pointed at the center of the stage and there she was. That red dress that hugged all her curves the right way and made a perfect match with her skin tone. Diamond necklace adorning her neck where months ago he used to place his hand when he pounced fiercely and mercilessly into her. She was standing in a certain way that the cut of her dress made her legs seem longer making Tommy weak at his knees ready to knell to kiss every inch of skin. Her long hair secured with a ponytail preventing her hair from falling in her face like it used to happen after those long sex sessions and Tommy loved how her perfect skin felt against his fingertips when he place them behind her ear. And her face, oh her beautiful face, he can’t even start to describe it. Her heart shaped plump lips were painted red as blood inviting him to kiss her until his own lips hurt, her green eyes painted baby blue making her eyes shine more and her eyeliner perfectly applied and more bolder than he had ever seen it on her.

Not even a fly flew, all the people there were overjoyed to hear her sing. Oh how much he had missed her sweet voice, that was sweet even when she was mad at him and spitting venomous “fuck you Thomas” at his face. His fingers itched to touch her, even the smallest contact would make him happy. She was so close and yet so far away.

Arthur and John looked at each other without understanding a single thing. His brother finally lost his mind? Over a woman? Apparently that was definitely a first. They had seen her a couple of times, they were like water and oil. She was always polite and with a warm smile on her lips while he was, well he was Tommy. It seemed that he treated her like a trophy, because she was the type of woman that everyone turned around to look at but not in the bad way, in the way that she was extremely beautiful. But his brothers knew better, while he had that stone cold look whenever he looked at her it warmed up a little.

Tommy watched her walk towards a stool and grabbed the wine glass that was waiting for her with her long fingers and carried it to her lips. His eyes watched her like a hawk. One of the musicians was talking with her in a low tone and the smile she gave him made his blood boil only because he couldn't understand what that man posibile told her to make that smile, she used to give him and only him, appeared on her face. After a couple of seconds music started to play and she moved her hips slowly.

She looked at the crowd. -This song is for him, if it wasn‘t for him I wouldn’t be here.- Tommy’s heart stopped. She was talking about him? -For him.- She raised her glass. -Thank you for not loving me back as much as I loved you.- What?

-You said I was the most exotic flower- Tommy was standing between her legs, she was naked under his gaze. Every inch of her was delicate and perfect. From head to toe she was made to be venerated. His callous fingers trace the curve of her breast. -You are like a flower.- Those words made her blush. -A very exotic one.- Her legs hugged him closer to her core making him grin.

-Holding' me tight in our final hour- She was sitting on his desk, her heel resting between his legs while he was sitting in his chair like the king he was. His fingers tracing patterns in her calf. She was humming something while he was smoking with his eyes closed. Neither of them said a word. And after a while he could feel her eyes on him, her gaze made him smile a little and that was the reaction she was looking for. Out of the blue he got up and kissed her, taking her by surprise but making her smile. After that little demonstration of affection she rested her head on his chest and her arms under his suit, carefully he placed his hand on her head and kissed the crown of her head. Without even knowing that that moment was going to be the last moment they were going to be together.

-I don't know how you convince them and get them, babe

I don't know what you do

It's unbelievable- She was walking by his arm in that big ballroom, as a trophy. She got all the attention, just like him. Tommy sent her to the bar to look pretty while he talked about business with important people. And after a couple of minutes talking he walked back to her with the smallest smiles on his face, to not show emotions. -What made you so happy honey?

-Business love, business.- He simply said.

-Remind me what is what you do.- She said smiling but his hard gaze made her smile disappear. -Or not.- She sipped her wine. -I suppose your charisma wasn’t a big part of that business achievement.

-And I don't know how you get over, get over- She had her eyes closed and a little frown on her face. As if the mere idea of thinking about him hurt her.

Someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you- "Date" after "date" she realized what is what he did for living. The pristine suits, the blades on his caps, the guns under his suit and in his office, the little drops of blood in his shirt, the fading bruises, how everyone bowed his head when he walked. Legitimate business as if. Everything in Thomas Shelby screamed danger but she didn't care. He thought about himself as a king, as a god, but he was certainly flawed. The biggest one? His ego.

-One for the money, and two for the show- After being neglected for a whole night and only being looked at when any men approached her, she had enough so when he called her she didn't answer or when she did she told him she was busy. After a week like that he stepped in front of her door demanding answers but he found her pretty drunk instead.

-What 's happening? Why are you avoiding me? Tomorrow there's a party where a lot of important people are going to be and I need you to be there with me.- Those were his words the moment she opened the door. Not "Hello" or "Are you alright?" Nothing, just what seemed to be a normal talk with Thomas Shelby.

Her answer boiled his blood. -If you are here for that you can go fuck yourself.- Tommy didn't have time to make a comment about her disrespect because she was talking again. -This is always how it's going to be with you, isn't it Thomas?- Again she didn't let him answer. She raised her glass in the air, as if she was making a toast. -For your constant need of making money Thomas.- She emptied the glass in one swallow and poured another. -And for my stupid self for being part of your show every time we are in public.

-I love you, honey

I'm ready, I'm ready to go- Those three simple words that made his blood run cold the moment they left her lips.

She was finishing getting ready to go to another expensive party putting on her earrings and rings. He was leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets watching her. His gaze made her weak on her knees, made her all shy and blushed like a fifteen year old.

Tommy saw how she was trying to avoid his eyes and how she bit her lips. Walking with all the grace only someone as cursed and damaged as Tommy could have, he stood in front of her and placed his hand on her neck making her look at him. With his thumb he freed her lower lip from her teeth and traced it.

-I love you.- It escaped her lips and by the look on his face he didn't like it one bit. They took a step back at the same time. -I mean, I'm ready. Let 's go.- She walked away from him, picked up her coat and walked out the house.

-How did you get that way? I don't know

You're screwed up and brilliant- She didn't judge people from the rumors it were said about them, she want to get to know them before making an opinion about them so that's why her opinion from Thomas Shelby was nonexistent when she met him but after getting to know him it was impossible not to asked what everybody asked, what happened to the sweet and funny boy Tommy Shelby used to be? The answer was probably France.

Only one time she said to him that he was brilliant and even though he knew it, it was an ego boost that those words came from her lips. Everytime she stood aside while he made business she was amazed by him, not only physically. His brain and the way he thinks, calculating every move and thinking it minimally three times, the next steps from a plan and the possible moves from his opponent, he was brilliant. But at the same time he was paranoid, always thinking someone is going to betray him, always looking over his shoulder. Thomas Shelby was a feared, beautiful, traumatized and brilliant man but just as equally as those four things combined he was screwed from head to toe, from inside out.

-Look like a million dollar man

So why is my heart broke?

You got the world, but, baby, at what price?- The first time they met, neither of them would ever forget it. He was wearing a simple black suit, nothing extravagant, but that cold look in his eyes was what captivated her the most. It was emotionless, empty. He was surringthing by people, everybody wanted his attention but those piercing blue eyes inspected every move she made. The most wanted man in the place and he wanted her but she played hard to get.

They were seated at the same table eating, she was talking with some lady and from the corner of her eye she saw him hawking. Slowly she looked at him and she raised her brown, that simple act left him speechless. After that not even once she looked directly at him. Someone who looked like that, feared and extravagant, had his eyes fixed on a beautiful woman -breathtaking kind- polite and intelligent. Thomas knew he had to step up to her level, she looked like the kind of woman who was only with important and imposing men. So he had to look like them, like a million dollar man.

He looked like that, he achieved his goal of looking like someone worthy of her even if he acted like she was an act to the others, a thropy who looked so fucking beautiful on his arm. But the big question here was, why he fucking broke her heart? Why did she feel like a rag doll when he walked out of her life? Why on earth Thomas Shelby broke everything he touched?

-Something so strange, hard to define

It isn't that hard, boy, to like you or love you- She knew that Tommy was a complex man, hard in every aspect of his life. He was harsh to his brothers, sister and aunt. He had no middle point, or he was barking orders on the phone to someone or not even saying a word for hours. Sitting on his sofa with whiskey in hand, his cigar case full of them and his eyes fixed on her. She never knew if he was thinking about her or work but it always ended up the same way, him standing up abruptly and fucking her senselessly with not even a word said. But all that did not stop her from falling in love with him. From seeing him as if he held the stars and the moon, but that was the exact thing that took her right to her downfall.

-I'd follow you down, down, down

You're unbelievable- She followed him to the lion's dent, without trembling a fiber of her body. That sure she was about what she was doing. She killed someone for him, not even blinking twice and her pulse steady.

One poor idiot soul was following them after some party, he acted like he didn’t see him just to not scare her and she acted like she was an idiot. They guys grew impatient and she felt Tommy grow anxious too, so she acted. With a swift move she took the gun from his holster and killed him.

The sound of the shot being fired startled Tommy and he went into killing mode, he was so concentrated in beating the shit out of the guy to the point where he didn’t stop until the man’s face was unrecognizable. When he looked around and found her on the floor with blood everywhere his blood ran cold. The idiot wasn’t alone and to her unlucky she took the bullet that was meant for him.

-If you're goin' crazy, just grab me and take me

I'd follow you down, down, down

Anywhere, anywhere- Blood in his hands, blood in his suit, blood in his hace, the fucking blood was everywhere but the only thing in his brain was how she had seen him showing his true colors, his true self and that scared the hell out of Tommy. She had caught in the crossfire and it was all his fault.

Pale, yet still beautiful, she was laying in a hospital bed. The bullet cut through her abdomen and she needed surgery but she was alive. But for the first, in a very long time he was scared. Scared about what she would think about him now that she had finally seen him just like the others saw him.

Day after day he sat there looking at her, etching her image in his memory. He knew he had to walk away from her life and never look back, she was not made from his word, she did not deserve that. The rational part of his brain told him that that was the right thing to do, that she deserved more than one gipsy gangster wannabe important, she deserved more than him and the rational part is the one that he always listens to. So Tommy made the decision for her and left her on that hospital bed alone after risking her life for the man she was crazy in love with.

The song continued and she finally saw him in the crowd. Standing there in all his glory, even if he tried to blend with the people he would always stand out. He is Thomas Shelby after all, not a simple common man. He still had that reaction on her, chills running down her spine and her knees buckled a little.

Oh how fucking much he had missed her beautiful sweet voice. If he closed his eyes he could see her sitting at the counter at the bar, legs perfectly crossed, glass in hand, singing for the drunk souls at his bar. Everybody knew they were something, if no one dared to look at Tommy Shelby the wrong way they even dared to breathe five feet near her. She was untouchable for everyone and eventually that included him.

-You're screwed up, you're brilliant

Look like a million dollar man

So why is my heart broke?- She said those directly to him. She was sure about her feelings, she was willing to stick around waiting for him to love her back. But he was too afraid to do it, to face her in that hospital bed and see the look in her eyes.

The song ended and when he walked towards her but she just turned around and walked away from him. She left him standing there without an explanation but it was pretty self explanatory, she left him just like he did. Their “love” story started slow but ended up fast and ungly. There is not a single day that he stopped thinking about her and if he could sleep, just like he did when she was next to him, he would dream about her. His brain is his most trusted ally and his worst enemy at the same time.

At the end, he broke her heart for the fear of something happening to her, for her being in danger because of him but what he didn’t understand was that she loved him to the point of doing anything for him, just for him to love her back. Tommy loved her enough to break his own heart for her to be free from him but she just wanted him. People say that the best songs come from broken hearts, they were the clear example of that.

[hanazuma-inactive]

defrost (nsfw) kaeya x top!male reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: ice play!! slight degradation, orgasm denial/ edging, top male reader, bottom kaeya

a/n: this was edited by @kamihara, she really outdone herself in this one, professional kaeya simp lol

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“to think such an honourable knight such as you, the cavalry captain of mondstat, is now begging to cum. how shameful of you,” you let out a low chuckle as a provocative smile broke out on your lips, “i wonder what citizens would say if they saw their beloved and oh so admirable kaeya in this position?”

as a captain of the ordo favonius, you were a bright figure to the people of mondstat. a person who aided in saving the city from destruction, one of the heroes that defeated storm terror. of course, other knights had nothing but respect for you as your skill and talent was nothing short of impressive. many looked at you with a high regard due to your strength and position, this meant that many were intimidated by your presence and therefore fear approaching you.

however, there was one person who disregarded this and stuck by you anyways, kaeya alberich, the cavalry captain. out of everyone in the knights of favonius, you were the closest with kaeya. you enjoyed his company a lot, he was an interesting person who knew how to keep a conversation going, and while you're with him you could never find yourself feeling bored. he was as charming as he was cunning.

kaeya found himself enjoying your company too. the two of you have done lots of things together. going on missions, getting away with “knighty” duty, babysitting klee, and drinking at angels share. you know, all the fun things in life.

kaeya was a secretive person, and while you were curious about him, you respected his boundaries. perhaps this was the reason why he drew you in, besides his blaringly good looks of course.

there was no doubt that the man was attractive from head to toe. his silky navy blue hair fell down his shoulder with grace, his fringe complemented his smooth, flawless sepia toned face. his periwinkle eye held the sheen of a crystal, glistening as his long eyelashes framed it with poise. the diamond shaped pupils his eyes possessed could leave you in a trance forever. his open white shirt left his cleavage on display, contrasted with the black corset around his slim, slim waist. his slender legs brought him around with confidence and charisma.additionally, the intricate accessories he wore suited his personality well. all in all, kaeya was a pretty little thing.

all of this lead up to you harbouring romantic feelings for the cavalry caption. how could you not feel anything? he was perfect in every way.

the sound of kaeya’s voice snapped you out of your thinking. “y/n, any missions today?”

“nothing for you i don’t think, i gotta help jean with the paperworks though.” you sighed at the thought of a mountain of paperwork.

“great, well i’m off then you have fun doing whatever.” kaeya smirked at you, poking fun at your dread.

he started to turn around and walk off but you had other plans.

“wait. kaeya-” you speak quickly.

“hm?” he hummed out.

“angels share? 9pm?”

a quizzical look washed over his face before he masked it with one of his cunning smiles.

“alright.”

little did kaeya know you had more in mind than just drinking with him tonight. today would be the day when you finally told him about your little crush on him.

night quickly arrived after a day of working with jean. you were pretty exhausted but still excited about what's about to happen later tonight. when you entered the bar, Kaeya was already waiting for you at the counter talking with the bartender, charles.

“ah, i see mr.l/n is here too. Your usual today as well sir?”

“yah that’d be nice, thanks charles.” you said as you took a seat next to kaeya

“you got it.” charles said as he left to go get your drink.

angel's share was the place you and kaeya loved the most. the kind of noisy background with people chatting. cyrus and jack talking about their gains for today, six-fingered jose still playing his lyre, the song was getting a little old but you didn’t mind, in fact if he changed the song you probably wouldn’t be used to it.

“so, what’s the special occasion for today? you usually don’t invite me to drink on weekdays.” kaeya said while swirling his drink and glancing over at you.

kaeya’s eyes always amazed you. you didn’t know the name of the grey-ish color but you could gaze into them forever. his smooth skin glowed under the dim lighting in the bar. you loved everything about the man, his dark blue hair, his perfectly shaped body, and the fact that you could see a little bit of his clothing. what kaeya said on the first day when you guys met was true, you did feel something for him.

“hm? can i not invite fellow knights to share a drink once in while without a special occasion.”

“well, not wrong there but…you seem like you have ulterior motives for tonight from the way you’re dressing.” kaeya said, smirking at you.

it was true, you purposely chose one of your best outfits today for kaeya, you wanted to impress the man not only from your combat skills, but also your looks. there was no secret you could hide from kaeya. he knew you too well and he always looked right through you. it could have just been kaeya’s observant nature but you like to hope it was something more than that.

“you’re right there, you really do know me too well, maybe i need to start hiding things from you a little huh?”

“you can try but i highly doubt it’ll work in your favour, mr.honorary knight.”

both of you looked at each other with a slight smirk as charles arrived with your drink. after drinking for a good while you could tell kaeya was getting a little tipsy. his movements were unstable, he shaked a little while walking and his eyes started to become hazy. what better time than right now to reveal your true plans for tonight, you were gonna fuck the shit out of the beautiful man. you wanted to hear him scream your name in pleasure as you break him, over and over again.

“why don’t we go somewhere else? y’know, somewhere more, quiet” you suggested while scooting closer to kaeya.

“i wouldn’t mind that.”

as soon as you heard those words you immediately got up and left with kaeya. your plan was going perfectly and the best part is about to come soon. kaeya wasn’t stupid, he was an adult afterall and he knew what you were trying to do. dressing up all sexy like that, getting drinks, going somewhere more “private”, what else could it have been.

the two of you arrived in your house and headed straight for your bedroom. kaeya has been to your house many times for many reasons and he knew where everything was so he didn’t trip or fall.

you placed a light kiss on kaeya’s lips while he laid on your bed.

“wait here~ i’ll be right back.”

this was where things would get, interesting

you opened your fridge to grab a small wooden bowl. the content inside was covered by a small white cloth. after grabbing that you went to grab some rope from a drawer you hid them in because you didn’t know what to say if someone saw those items in your house.

after bringing the items back you put them on the side and pushed kaeya down.

“what’re those?” he asked

(its a surprise tool that’ll help us later.)

“don’t worry about it sweetheart, just lay back and let me do the work alright?”

you brought a blush to kaeya’s face with your flirty words as he gave you a small nod, signalling you consent and approval. you kept invading kaeya’s mouth over and over again, you’re tongue so skillful kaeya was sure this definitely wasn’t your first time. the kisses ended after a while leaving both of you panting and a half an erection in your pants. wanting more, you began to take off kaeya’s uniform. his skin is so beautiful, you could also see his well defined body, just the perfect amount, not too buff, not too skinny. you licked your lips a little bit and looked up at kaeya with a smirk. when you put your mouth onto kaeya’s pink nipples, he squealed a little out of surprise but soft moans soon began to escape from his mouth.

“a-ah~ didn’t know you had this in you, honorary knight.”

“oh i know a lot more tricks that can make you feel good~” you teased.

as you continued to suck on kaeya’s smooth skin, you decided to spice things up a little bit. kaeya yelped as he felt a slight pain around his nipples. you remove your mouth to see a bite mark around it.

“to mark you as mine~”

“tch, you cocky little bastard.”

seeing the tent building up in kaeya’s pants, you decided to take them off and grant it some release. after you took off kaeya’s jeans you saw a small stain at the top of his boxers, showing that he felt good earlier.

“alright... this is where the fun part begins.” you said as you grabbed the ropes you initially put on the floor.

“restraining me? go ahead, let’s see if the honorary knight is all talk or he actually has something up his sleeve.” kaeya taunted

not liking his attitude, you forcefully tied kaeya’s hands behind his back and pushed him to the end of the bed facing you with nothing on but his boxers. now, the mighty kaeya alberich, is at your mercy.

“alright, we can do this in two ways. one, you listen to me, second, i don’t think you’ll like what’ll happen,”

kaeya raised his head a little and looked you dead in the eyes.

“i choose the second option”

you knew kaeya was the bratty type and it’ll only add to the fun to tame him. after hearing his choice you pushed kaeya back to where he was before and uncovered the bowl you had prepared earlier on the side. the bow was filled with medium sized ice cubes and it was till now that kaeya finally realized what you were trying to do.

“ice cubes huh? bring it on.”

“you asked for it~”

you grabbed one of the ice cubes and started to rub it on kaeya’s pecs, making circular motions and slowing moving towards the center where his nipples are.

“f-fuck that’s cold.”

you saw kaeya’s cock twitch a little when you first reached his nipples and you knew he was feeling good. moving on with your plan, you rested the ice cube on kaeya’s nipples and lifted his boxers where his cock is still covered but his asshole is exposed to you. right after that, you grabbed the lube that has been sitting in your nightstand and spread them on your fingers. without mercy you put 2 fingers into kaeya, trying to find his pleasure spot. sooner or later when kaeya started to let out tiny moans you knew you hit your target.

“feels good huh baby boy~”

“y-yah, and so what o-oh fuck~”

kaeya was sure feeling it, to a point where he started stuttering.

the constant teasing got kaeya close to his limit. he couldn’t hold it any longer. but you’re not gonna let him cum that easy are you? of course not, he needed to be punished for what he did earlier.

“a-ah y/n i’m gonna cum i’m gonna cum so hard- wait why'd you s-stop?” kaeya asked

“you decided to be a brat earlier didn’t you~? bad boys get punishment.” you said with a smirk on your face.

kaeya stayed silent, not a word coming out of his mouth, head hung low feeling embarrassed.

“to think such an honourable knight such as you, the cavalry captain of mondstat, is now begging to cum. how shameful of you,” you let out a low chuckle as a provocative smile broke out on your lips, “i wonder what citizens would say if they saw their beloved and oh so admirable kaeya in this position?”

“maybe~ if you begged a little i might reconsider, don’t you think so, pretty boy?”

kaeya finally lost his composure at this point, all he wanted was to cum from your touch.

“fine... i don’t care anymore.” kaeya growled.

“p-please y/n.” kaeya looked up at you with pleading eyes. “i want to c-cum, i want to cum so bad. i should’ve been a good boy from the beginning… i promise i’ll be obedient from now on, j-just please, let me cum…” kaeya begged

“that’s what i thought.”

satisfied with kaeya’s begging, you decided to grant him his release. you added another ice cube to the other side of kaeya’s chest while stroking his dick through his boxers. of course you didn’t forget to keep teasing kaeya’s prostate while you were at it. all these different stimulations made kaeya lose his mind. the male came through his boxers all over the place. semen spilled on his own stomach and chest followed with moans so loud the entire mondstat could hear him.

after he settled himself down a little, kaeya waited for you to untie him. you exchanged a kiss with him while you were doing so, smiling at each other thinking about what just happened. neither of you cared about the mess that you made because you guys were tired. listening to the birds chirp, you fell asleep with the dark blue haired male on your bed.

the two of you woke up in the afternoon to the noises of mondstat. you woke up a little before kaeya and from your point of view he was literally a sleeping beauty. you stroked his hair a little bit, causing him to wake up.

"y/n…good morning handsome."

"right back at you."

both of you giggled a little while holding hands.

"hey kaeya?"

"yes y/n."

"i've been meaning to get this off my chest and i don't think there will be a better time to say it than now."

"well go ahead, i'm all ears."

"you were the only one that ever stuck with me in the knights, everyone was afraid of me due to my strength except for you. you listened to me, you talked to me, and if it weren't for you i probably would've quit the job at the knights already." you took a deep breath and let out the words kaeya were waiting for.

"kaeya alberich... will you he my boyfriend?"

kaeya gave you a small scoff as a reaction and a light kiss to your lips.

"what reason do i have to refuse such a perfect man?."