#if you want to do fancy braids with it though please do i love that. hairstyles i can't do myself are always welcome

[moinsbienquekaworu]

If I was a fictional character fanfic authors would write me as having a hair pulling kink 100%

[prodbymaui]

Dinner Served

hmm, I got a really big problem

PAIRING: mark lee x fem!reader

GENRE: pure filth, public sex, oral sex (giving)

WORD COUNT: 1.3k+ words

SYNOPSIS: already in a dinner with your boyfriend, yet you still craves for something else.

A/N: 'golden hour' got my brain all mush up, enjoy this 1k+ words about pure filth with the one and only, mark lee. stream golden hour and happy reading, everyone!

A fancy dinner at a 5-michelin stars restaurant, something that one could expect from the one and only, Mark Lee, the ever so romantic man most people would do anything to be with. Too bad for them because clearly, the man they desperately desires only have his eyes fixated on you, full of love and adoration.

''We'll have creamed spinach stuffed salmon, smothered filet mignon and a bottle of wine for now,'' Giving the waiter a small smile, Mark dismisses him. He taps away on his phone, eyebrows scrunch to the center in concentration.

''Look-- we're nearing to finish my new single, kinda going through the concepts I want on the music video right now,'' The screen tells you how much progress was made, making you smile in a proud manner. ''What are your plans for the music video?''

Mark doesn't hesitate to go on about his plans and all, why would he? You've always made sure that your boyfriend won't be wary of crossing the 'talking too much' boundaries whenever he excitedly shares his adventures on his job. You love to see and hear him ramble about it, even though most of the time you can't understand anything.

Though, as much as you love the way he's so dedicated about his music, sometimes, the extreme passion results to the lack of attention towards you. It's not like you want him to choose you over his passion, no. You just couldn't prevent the feeling of longing.

Throughout, you nod at him and give comments or questions as interest pricked you from time to time. Now that Mark is distracted on his phone while he searches yet another story or TMI to tell you, you take in his appearance. Wearing his black dress shirt tucked in to his black jeans, watch and rings dawning his wrist and fingers, his quite long blonde hair braided on one side-- letting the other side falls naturally. You thank every possible gods and deities to exists that you are the lucky one to have Mark Lee as your lover.

''Oh,'' Flinching in a faux surprise, the spoon hitting the floor makes a slight tud sound, catching Mark's attention. You get off your chair to pick it up under the table, getting on your knees as you hold on to the hem of your dress, preventing it to ride up.

''Get back, babe. We'll just ask the waiter for a new one.''

''It's okay, I could just wipe it with the napkin,'' You rumble a chuckle when you hear a sound of disgust from Mark, taking back what you said, informing him that it's just a joke. You catch a glimpse of Mark's blonde strand peeking at you from under the table slightly.

''Have you found it?''

''Yeah, I found it,'' Shoving your face at the clothed crotch, you lap the outline of his dick, smiling against it when you feel him jerk, enjoying the reaction.

He gulps, eyes wavering as it roams around the place, observing the different groups of people who's busy chatting and eating. They seem to be indifferent to what's happening around them. Mark sighs, closing his eyes for a quick second before he turns his attention back on you. ''Just be quick, please?''

''Babe-- what do you think you're doing? Get the fuck out of there!'' He whispered but in a shouting manner, afraid that people might notice and see your face situated right in front of his dick. Humming in stubbornness, you fondle the bump, looking up and batting your eyes innocently at Mark when he lifts up the table cloth, cursing when his dark eyes meets your doe ones.

Your lips curves to form a cheeky smile, fingers working their way to open his pants and pull down the zipper, you place a gentle kiss to the certain area which you assumes his tip. Mark, himself, pulls down the front part of his jeans, revealing his near-hard shaft, waiting to be devoured.

Taking the cock in your hands, you move to lick from his balls to the slit of his tip, wiggling your tongue with a weak attempt to dig in the parting line. Giving you a last look, Mark fixes the table cloth, enough to cover your figure and slouches, enabling you to have a much better and easier access.

You suckle the tip lightly, spitting to have it wet. It is when you realizes that you don't have much time before the waiter comes back with your food and wine, so you relaxes your throat, opening your mouth widely enough as you take him fully.

Mark must've been sensitive because his hands travels down to grasps the back of your neck, his hips thrusting upwards slightly as he tries to cut your process of prolonging the activity. You closes your eyes shut, bobbing up and down while you adjusts to his girth, feeling his thighs flexing against your cheeks.

The dick is long enough that you have to use your hand to cover the rest of its length, pumping and circling it, matching the pace of your mouth. With the cock being wet enough, you stays on the head, mouthing and sucking it eagerly, as if you have little to no patience of having his release on your tongue. You let your hands do the work for the remaining length, biting your lip when you see the color of your lipstick staining his cock a bit.

Taking a breath, tears that prickles your eyes earlier finally escapes your lids, running down your cheeks as you push Mark's shaft inside your throat again, reaching the farthest that you can. Oh how you wish you could see your lover's expressions right now. If things are different, Mark will be cursing and whining loudly, his hand will be gripping your hair in a ponytail as he fucks your mouth.

But you're in a public place right now, and he can't do what he usually does, giving you the upper hand and power to control him because what can he possibly do? Thrust his hips feverishly while he holds your head in place and risk the public seeing their dear romantic boyfriend material, Mark Lee, railing his lover's mouth like it's her pussy?

Of course, he wouldn't do that. So you take advantage of it, pressing your nose near into his pelvis, pulling off of him as you passes the work to your hands again, moving your lips to take in one side of his balls, wetting it while you let your tongue taste his flavor, closing your eyes.

Your cheeks makes a contact with the spit on his cock, smearing it messily at the right side of your face. The mixture of saliva and tears on the surface of your skin feels so fucking dirty but that's what makes it hot, especially that you're not caged in the four corners of your bedroom, the possibility of someone noticing your figure under the table stirs the feeling of thrill inside you and Mark.

It isn't that long before your boyfriend tightens his grip on the back of your neck, signalling the nearing of his release. Yet the odds seems to not favor Mark right now as your ears rings at the footsteps you're sure is coming your way, pulling off of Mark completely as you sit back on your chair, fixing yourself before someone comes.

The activity would've been naturally pulled off if Mark didn't let his usual awkward and nervous persona take over him, fully giving it away as the waiter's eyes widens, clearing his throat while he tries to stop the stuttering when he places the foods and wine on your table. Smiling at him, you say your thank yous.

''Can I get a new spoon, please? And here's your tip, I apologize for the trouble,'' The waiter have no choice but to nod, hoping he wouldn't see the same scenario when he comes back with your new spoon.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Please i need ghost (or price) x feminine male reader to live

I'm again going to do this in headcanon style because why not? It's fun. We're going to do Ghost (though feel free to make another request for Price if you'd like).

Ghost loves how feminine you are and does not care that you're a man wearing feminine clothing, he just wants you to be happy. He will fight anyone who tries to shame you for being yourself. (Literally fight, he has bodyslammed a woman who tried to rip a dress you wanted to try on away from you.)

If you have longer hair, he does look up tutorials on how to do certain braids he'll know you'll love. He just wants to help you look the prettiest you can be.

Ghost loves taking you out on fancier dates so you can show off the fancier dresses you have. He says he's so honored to be with someone so breathtaking.

If you don't wear feminine clothing but rather just have a more feminine demeanor, he still loves you. Loves you regardless of how you dress.

He will send you inspo pictures for your make-up because he knows you love getting inspo pictures.

If you take a lot of pictures, Ghost will dutifully take those pictures. Tell him where he should stand and which angle he should take them at, he'll do it to the best of his abilities.

Now, I personally think he'd wear a dress (nothing too promiscuous or fancy) if you wanted someone to wear a dress with. He's huge on "clothes aren't gendered".

Ghost sees you in heels for the first time and his brain malfunctions. He has seen others in heels, sure, but you genuinely rock heels. He's impressed with how well you can walk in those heels. Makes him want to worship you even more.

I am one of the people who believe Ghost wears nail polish (mostly black nail polish) and I think he has fun doing his nails with you. Even if you two aren't helping each other do it and are instead doing it at the same table, he still enjoys it.

If you tell Ghost that you'd wear a wedding dress on your wedding day (it was a simple generic question about marriage and weddings, not necessarily about you two marrying), he'll think about how much he'll feel like he's in heaven when you inevitably walk down the aisle to him in your wedding dress. (Yes, he's planning on proposing. You're a keeper.)

[soothinglee]

what's it like dating ethan landry - scream iv.✓

synopsis: what's it like dating ethan landry.

caution: taylor swift hate (sorry if you like her, i guess.), !black reader implied. gender neutral reader, light swearing, headcannon/ dialogue, short(er) reader, not necessarily cannon, no spoilers, mention of toxic family. if there's anything i left out please let me know.

word count: f if i knew.

authors note: this is my first time writing for the scream franchise, let alone writing something like this (I think) so it's going to be something. let me know if i should do more like this for the future. don't forget to like and reblog!<3

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legit the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

will carry your books from classroom to classroom.

it wouldn't even matter if you guys weren't in the same class, he would be 10 minutes late to his and still would accompany you.

though he doesn't really have to worry about tardies because your teacher will see you walk in first and already have a slip ready to go.

he loves helping you do your hair, will literally stop anything he's doing to tangle his crusty fingers in your braids. (if you are not black, you can ignore these next couple of bullets.)

tells you all the time that he wants to watch you take them down. a.k.a, grab your keys and come over to my house.

if your hands start to get tired from hours of taking down, combing out, and cutting your braids, expect that he will notice and expect that he will expect you to ask him to help you.

before you could even get the words "ethan, i need your help :(." out of your mouth, he's sitting behind you with some scissors and a comb with a goofy grin.

wash days with him are terrible. and I mean god awful.

somehow (bless his heart) he gets shampoo in his mouth, water all over the counters, dripping onto the floor, and the back-half of your shirt wet, AND half a bottle of conditioner wasted because he doesn't know how to listen.

safe to say that he's learned his lesson after you come up from the faucet with the angriest face ever.

imagine, glaring eyes, scrunched nose, and the mom butthole lips.

his music taste sucks. slightly. before dating you he was a big swiftie-country lovin' freak.

afterwards- superb. i'm talking pinkpantheress, beyoncé, brent faiyaz, childish gamibno, clairo, don toliver, hell even frank ocean.

the song "heaven sent" by tevomxntana reminds him of you.

tries to do his best helping you pick out your outfits when you guys go somewhere but fails drastically.

but it's excepted because all he wears is polo's and plain long sleeve shirts. and if he's feeling fancy- slap a flannel over it.

it's safe to say that you've helped him develop a style of his own.

"ethan, help." another thrifted shirt flies over your head and onto the bed next to ethan's feet. he looks up from his econ textbook and sets it down, getting up to stand behind you. wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. you can see his hunched over figure in the mirror in your peripheral. it makes you giggle lightly.

"hm," he thinks for a second, taking a thorough look of your closet. after a minute his eyes light up quickly before releasing himself from you and to the clothes. it takes him a few second to find stuff in the mess, but eventually pulls out a one-size-smaller pink polo shirt on one arm, and low-waisted khakis underneath.

after shoving them in your hands, you take a look over the outfit, and through digusted eyes shrug your shoulders to say "why this?"

he releases a short but airy huff and widely grins, "we'd be matching!"

"hell no."

since he's taller than you (taller then everyone really) he helps you get things off of the top shelf, and will scream at you if you try to do it without his help.

to be completely fair, the last time you tried to be independent and do it yourself it ended with a week long hospital visit and 12 stitches.

if you bend over, let's say under a table, to get something and there's a sharp edge, his hand will be over it to make sure you don't get hurt.

the type of boyfriend that when you spill something over your shirt in public and get embarrassed, will take his shirt off and give it to you and just walk around shirtless. (you'll have to go into a store and buy him another because people won't stop staring.)

will walk on the side of the sidewalk near traffic.

will boast about how tall he is but will get mad when you retaliate.

he'll help you with your econ work but if you still don't get it he'll end up just doing the whole thing.

you force him to get couple manicures(but he's not one of those that gets the clear polish, will go neon pink with hello kitty stickers if you ask him to.)

says cringey things like, "yellooow?" when answering the phone, "don't let the bed bugs bite," when you guys say your final goodbyes before you sleep, or "you got this one?" when the bill comes back at a restaurant after you both agree that he's paying this time.

a cold shiver runs over your spine every. single. time.

but you're around him so much you catch yourself saying the same things to your friends.

(they've noticed, and it takes a lot out of them to not mention it.)

if you own plants and they start dying, just leave them on his doorstep and he'll return it back healthy and a fresh green. you never know how, he just has a green thumb.

he doesn't talk alot about his home life, all you know is that his dad was very toxic.

knows how to make you feel better after a rough day. it's like he senses it because as soon as you walk through the door there's a large mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows, your favorite dish, and a movie playing on the flat screen in the living room.

he's just overall the best, and everyone deserves an ethan :').

thank you for reading! :)

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Hii!! Could you please do a Dwayne one shot where he’s staying over her house and sees her doing her curly hair routin scrunching it with the product and he wants you to try it on him even tho you tell him it won’t work cause his hairs straight.

Thank you I love your writing!!😅

Thank you so much! I hope you like this 💜

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"The door's open!" I called as I heard the by now familiar knock on my balcony door. I had hoped to be finished by the time he arrived, but the shower had been incredibly warm and nice - so I had taken a bit more time than usual. I stood in front of the sink, looking up with a smile as I saw Dwayne enter my room.

"You're early," I applied some product to my hair, twirling some strands around my finger to form the curls.

"I figured you wouldn't mind," he put a bag with takeout down before entering the bathroom. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure my curls will look nice." I had just finished diffusing my hair and was now scrunching the curls.

"What happens if you don't?"

I grinned as I made a loud, exploding noise. "My hair will look big... and interesting - but I prefer it to look fancy like this."

"Alright, teach me."

"What?" I looked at him as I walked into my bedroom, smiling as I noticed that he picked up my favourite food.

"Teach me how to do your curls. Once you become like us, and you don't have a reflection anymore, I can do it for you."

He made it sound so simple, so sweet. I bit my lip, smiling softly. "Can I show you on your hair?"

"Will I get curls?"

"Probably not, it's to straight for that."

"They would've looked good on me, though."

"Everything does." Dwayne chuckled, pulling me in for a sweet kiss. "Don't forget your food."

I nodded as I took a bite before getting the supplies from the bathroom. He had already taken his jacket off, so it wouldn't get wet when I started my hair routine on him. I showed him how to use the different products and how to form the curls - with him being incredibly good at using a hairbrush to form them.

"And after diffusing you scrunch them again, and that's it."

"That's it - love you've been at it for almost half an hour. That's not a matter of 'that's it'."

"Beauty takes time." I grinned at his teasing tone, putting the supplies back in the bathroom.

"Whether you spent hours or only a few seconds on your looks, you're still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

As he finished that sentence, I was close to grinning madly. "You know you've already got me, right? There's no need to flirt," I teased.

Dwayne moved on the bed so I could sit between his legs as he put my TV on. "I know," he kissed me, "doesn't mean I have to stop."

I giggled as I looked at him and noticed his hair.

"What?"

"You've got one lock that's really trying very - very - hard to stay curled."

He grinned to, putting a movie on. By the time the movie was halfway through even the final, brave semi-curl in his hair had given up. It was as straight as ever.

"If I braid your hair, it will definitely turn wavy," I said thoughtfully as I ran my fingers through his hair. Dwayne shook his head. "It's almost dawn. You can try that tomorrow."

"Or now? I might have gotten new black out curtains, an pd extra thick fabric to out over my windows."

"I can't, love. I still have to feed too," he kissed me softly, turning the TV off for me. "I'll help you set it up tomorrow."

"Alright. Be careful out there."

Dwayne chuckled - of course, he was the baddest thing out there, but still... he gave me one last kiss, and then he was gone.

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hello! Could you please write headcanons for the Twisted Wonderland dorm leaders where the reader asks to brush/feel their hair? I’m fine with the reader being feminine or gender neutral. Thank you! I appreciate any time you take to look at my request.

Hi, thank you for the ask! I'm just going to go gender neutral for this one!

Dorm leaders react to gn!reader asking to brush/feel their hair

Riddle

He's pretty chill about it, though he might feel pressured to make your hair look amazing. Even if you tell him that it's fine if it's just a quick brush, he feels as though he needs to do one of those fancy braids haha

He's soft with your hair, no matter the texture. The last thing he wants to do is pull your hair in a painful way, so he's super gentle. You might forget he's there haha

The two of you talk about your day, or honestly about whatever comes into your mind. He will ramble on about spells and history if you are interested. This is one of those soft moments you have with Riddle!

By the end of it, your hair might not look that different from before because he doesn't want to change it in a way that might make you upset. Either way, tell him that you're grateful and he'll be all flustered about it.

Leona

Acts like he doesn't want to do it, or is too good for something like this. But in the inside, he's super happy that you want him to brush your hair. He's known to only destroy things or make things worse, so he's just surprised haha

He doesn't really know what to do because he gets his hair taken care of by servants. He might just brush his fingers through your locks at first and then he ends up pulling your hair a bit harshly at some point

He won't talk much, but he will listen to you if you want to ramble about anything. He's surprisingly gentle once he gets the hang of it.

Overall, he'll say that you need to repay him and that he was too good for this, but he wants to do this more in the future. He's just in denial haha

Azul

He had a feeling you wanted to ask him about brushing your hair, he just has the skills to read you easily haha. But yes, he's super happy that you want him to help with your hair

He's probably researched what works best with your hair before just in case he wants to get you any present in the form of hair products. Because of this, he knows how to brush/feel your hair without making it hurt or so

Will comment on how nice your hair is, just compliments all over. You will make him flustered if you return them with "no u" every time haha.

Overall, expect your hair to look flawless after being with him. He could rival Vil if he was more interested in hair and beauty products, but more importantly he's happy that your happy with his efforts. Make him flustered by hugging him and saying thank you.

Kalim

He's super excited to help you with your hair care. He doesn't know what to do but he's excited nonetheless haha

He might tug at your hair by accident but the way he says "sorry" immediately and asks if you're alright in a cute way just makes the pain on your scalp less painful haha. But he's really good at braids and putting ornaments in your hair

Expect yourself to look like a royal after he does hair care with you. The expensive ornaments in your hair might make you a bit worried but he says that it's fine and that you can just keep it (though Jamil might say otherwise)

Overall, ask him to brush/feel your hair more often! He loves being with you and doing your hair, it's just a good way to spend time with him.

Vil

He probably asked if he can do your hair first :/. Either way, he's happy that you asked him this time and he just brings you in front of his dresser so you can get your hair done perfectly

Vil's so gentle with your hair you might fall asleep, but with the way he scolds you to sit up straight keeps you awake haha. But you can't deny that he's doing your hair so well

He'll tell you tips or he might ramble on about a production he's part of. The two of you could spend hours just talking and doing hair care if you guys had time haha

By the end of it, you look like you jumped out of a fairytale movie or something. The way your hair is intricately braided is just amazing. Boost his already boosted ego by complimenting his skills, he'll give you a small smile and say "of course, I am the best anyways."

Idia

He's so nervous that you asked him about your hair but he's determined to do his best with your hair

He might just mindlessly brush his fingers through your locks and that might be it. The two of you were probably watching a movie while this was happening and so you guys are preoccupied at the same time haha

He somehow never tugs at your hair, he's just that gentle! But if you want to teach him how to braid your hair, you should! He wants to know different ways to do your hair because he cares for you!

By the end of it, you might not look that different, but you feel better nonetheless. He just feels warm inside when you tell him thank you. He might want to do this more often!

Malleus

He's interested in human hair care, so he agrees. He doesn't do much research ahead of time, but he knows he needs to be gentle haha

He's so gentle, he's just so good at being a soothing person too. He runs his fingers through your hair slowly and you doze off at some points.

The two of you might be talking or just sitting in silence and listening to the rain. Either way, he just likes spending time with you and this feels therapeutic to both of you. He might add some fae ornaments to your hair too.

Overall, Malleus might not decorate your hair a lot, but it definitely was a nice way to hang out with him. He might tell you he enjoyed spending time with you, and you should suggest you guys do this more often!

[jakescakeislateforourdate]

hi, i recently read your avatar submissions. i would like to request some dating rotxo headcanons with an omaticayan reader. please include things like:

dates

courting

what his friends think (Ao'nung, Tsireya)

what reader's friends think (The Sully kids)

just basic cute fluff

please and thank you

Dating Rotxo as an Omaticayan

Dates

The first time he sees you he’s smitten

Suddenly he’s eager to help the foreigners out if only to talk to you

He’s a little shy and awkward at first

Unsure of how to act with strangers

What if your ways of courting are different than his.

Tsireya has to give him a pep talk and finally convince him to just go for it.

So you start talking

It’s mostly just friendly conversation at first

He’s trying to show you the ways of the Metkayina

He teaches you the hand signs and breathing techniques and how to ride an ilu

Tsireya makes it so

Eventually he’ll ask you to come hunt with him

He knows you’re still unsure of yourself in the water so he takes you to the island’s jungle.

You’ve spent so long learning the Metkayina’s ways that hunting in the jungle feels odd

Still, he lets you do the shooting

He compliments you the whole time, not only because he likes you but because your methods fascinate him

Then he’ll take you home and help you prepare whatever you’ve shot

That’s how your first date would go

After that it’s just going back and forth between showing you his world and taking a gander of yours

He likes to take you on canoe rides or on deep dives

He loves to watch you hunt on land. The way you maneuver through the trees will never cease to amaze him

Courting

For the Metkayina, courting means showing off in attempts to impress

How good are their skills in the water? How much time are they wanting to spend with whomever they’re courting?

Rotxo likes to impress and he’s very good at it

For him, he likes to show how polished his skills are

Maybe he can’t do the most fancy tricks but he’s damn near most efficient

He’s smooth and graceful

Especially during his rites as he journeys to become a man

He’s putting on a show

He’ll introduce you to his spirit brother, the talking is happy to see Rotxo so excited about something

He may even consider matching tattoos further along in the relationship

What his friends think

Tsireya is fangirling

She thinks it’s just so cute

She’s always pairing you two when you are learning

She’s always sneaking glances and winking at Rotxo

When you go on your first date she bubbling over with excitement

Sometimes she’ll round up Lo’ak and the four of you will go an a double date of sorts

Ao’nung is perplexed at first

He can’t fathom that one of his buddies already has someone to spend their time with

He starts to miss Rotxo a little bit because they mess around as much as they did

But once he sees how desperately Rotxo wants to please you, he sucks it up and becomes the best wingman alive

He takes into account that you are Omaticayan and he suggests taking you hunting so you’d be in your element

Once that first date is a success he’s totally on board because he likes to scheme about dating plans with Rotxo

What your friends think

Kiri loves teasing

So once she finds out it’s over for you

Neteyam too

Lo’ak talks a lot with you about dates and lessons

He’s floating in the same boat as you and it’s nice to have someone to talk to about it

Tuk is just excited

You’ve got a boyfriend and she’s always wanting to be in your business

She just thinks it’s really cute and wants to know all the juicy details

Jake is just proud that you’re fitting in well enough and Neytiri is skeptical

But then she remembers Jake is a dreamwalker and she never really says anything else about it

The sullys totally help you out though

Kiri makes sure to braid your hair just right, and talks with you about game plans

What to do when Rotxo does or says this

It’s almost like strategizing your way through war.

Miscellaneous

Rotxo trails you like a puppy

He just… adores you… so much

He’s always staring at you with these lovestruck eyes but when you catch him he looks away bashfully

He drops spices off to your Marui and checks in on you systematically

He likes long walks with you where you can just talk

He especially loves ilu rides

They’re just so easy and fun

He’s a great cuddler too

Of it ever comes down to it, if he gets his arms around dying they ain’t comin’ off.

I could see him learning to prepare treats so he has something to give you whenever he asks you on a date

He’ll occasionally smack your tail with his when you’re walking just so you glare at him and smack him back

It gives him the chills whenever you run your finger along his wide wrist

He knows you’re just looking at the fin but something about it is just so sweet

Cheek kisses too

This man, loves him a good cheek kiss

When he picks you up for a date and drops you off, he’s always sure to land a good smooch on your cheek.

He also loves splaying his hand under yours so that your fingers interlock

Because your shade of blue is darker than his, it creates this really cool pattern that he loves.

Sometimes he’ll hold up his forearm and slide it against yours until the stripes start to match up

He also likes to trace the glowing dots on your skin whenever it’s dark

Especially when they lead him to your nose which he always taps affectionately

[mavrintarou]

Lord Miya Osamu [1]

I really wanted to do this in one part but there's a lot I want to give to Lord Osamu. If you read this on my old account - I changed some stuff. If you're new here, welcome, please also check out the other Lords too while you're at it - I have series for Sakusa, Suna, Kita, Atsumu and now Osamu

Warning: none (this chapter); I present you - teasing Osamu

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“Lord Miya, I heard your twin married? Are you here to scout your future wife?”

Miya Osamu rolled his eyes at the younger man. He clearly did not want to be here at the noble gathering. His parents had forced him to attend, since his twin, Atsumu has gotten married everyone has been putting pressure onto him too to settle down.

“I suppose, but I would prefer to be at home though.” Osamu answered with a forceful smile.

“I’ve caught a few names,” the young man continues to keep talking, as if Osamu wanted him to. He points to the young woman in the dark magenta kimono, “that’s Lady Uchida, the one next to her is Lady Imai and that last one is Lady Murata.”

Osamu looks at those three women who were just named off and showed no source of interests. They were all young woman who he was clearly not going to even bother engaging himself with.

One thing that Osamu has discovered about himself is that he… preferred older woman. He’s found himself staring at women who were older than him and would only be disappointed… when they’re already married.

He excuses himself from this unknown young man when he spotted his old friend, Lord Ojiro Aran.

“Thank goodness you’re here.” Osamu muttered under his breath. “Do they have any food here?”

When his tall friend didn’t respond to him, Osamu followed his gaze straight across to Lady Matsui Saeko, the only and younger sister of Lord Matsui Satoshi of Tokyo.

Osamu had made acquaintances with Lord Matsui a few times at the ochaya-house in Tokyo but besides that, they went their own ways.

Atsumu calls him a stuck-up punk.

From where Osamu was, he could see the pink blush forming on Lady Matsui’s cheeks. “You fancy Lady Matsui?”

Aran breaks the silent flirtation and coughs, “she’s pretty.”

Osamu scoffs, feeling like a third wheel right now. Ojiro Aran is a shy giant amongst the Miya twins. Atsumu holds the flirtation win for the both of them, but Osamu at least had more experiences than Aran.

He patted his giant buddy on the back, “go talk to her then, I’m going to go find the bathroom.”

. .

Osamu walks out of the washroom right when another person crossed his path. Before he could maneuver, they bumped right into his chest. Her audible gasp is enough for Osamu to know it’s a woman but what really determined it was where his hand was touching, her full chest.

He’s had a fair share of woman to know he is a man who is loves women with big breasts.

She takes a step back, glaring before noticing the crest symbol on his kimono – the Miya family crest that many knew of. She uttered an apology and ducked down to hurry around him.

Osamu caught a glimpse of her face but not enough to his liking and catches her wrist, halting her.

He wanted to see her face.

Her eyes narrow at his grip on her wrist before they look up at his with caution. “My apologies, my Lord. I didn’t mean to crash into you.”

“What is your name?” He asked softly. He doesn’t make it a habit to man-handle woman, absolutely hating it when other men do it, but he was merely inquiring her name.

It was a silent pause and she hesitated before sigh, “I am Lady Miyazaki Y/f/n, chaperone of Lady Matsui Saeko.” Her back straightens and she gave him exactly five seconds to let her words sink in.

Osamu’s brow shot up, stunned to hear she is a chaperone. A chaperone to the woman Aran has his eyes on.

His head tilts and he blink a few times, replaying her words. His eyes scan her face, instantly discovering her beauty. Her skin was fair and porcelain like and her hair was in a simple braid that rested on one side of her shoulder.

Confusion is written all over his face, he couldn’t understand how she is a chaperone.

All the chaperones he’s seen are older woman that are widows.

His eyes drop to her attire, it was a solid dark color, unlike the vibrant and beautiful prints like the other women in the main room. Her sleeve… was short, not long…

It clicked inside Osamu’s head…  

She is a widow if she is a chaperone!

His eyes bulge out at her. She looked much too young to be a chaperone… let alone a widow if that’s what she is.

“Chaperone? You look very young to be a chaperone.” He blurted unintentionally.

Her chin tilt upwards and pulls her wrist free, “as far as I am aware, Lord Miya, there is no age nor a certain way a chaperone should look. And to answer you, yes, I am a widow.”

His expression must have given it away. “I’m don’t mean to –"

“It is fine, I can see it on your face, my Lord.” She offers a small smile and bows her head slightly, “I’ll take my leave now, enjoy the rest of your evening.”

. .

Osamu lays in his chamber that night, thoughts running wild to that chaperone.

He ended up staying the whole three hours, just watching as the young chaperone lurked to the side with the other older chaperones. Much older chaperones who made her stick out like a sore thumb.

He would engage in conversations but discreetly continue to glance in her direction. She would occasionally smile and nod her head to whatever the other chaperones were saying to her, and he wanted to badly go and save her – knowing well, she was not interested in whatever they were spewing at her. She did not fit in with the older women.

He engraved her smile into his mind, wishing she turn and smile at him.

He saw her one last time as she stood behind Lady Matsui, waiting for her young lady to finish her conversation with Aran. Osamu steps beside his friend but stared past the young lady to her chaperone who looks at him briefly before lowering her gaze.

“May I see you this week for tea?” Gentleman Aran asked.

“I would love that.” Lady Matsui replied with sparkling eyes. She glances at Osamu and follows his gaze, which was upon her chaperone. “What about you, Lord Miya? Did you meet any future companion tonight?”

Osamu breaks out of his thoughts of trying to get Lady Miyazaki to look at him again. “Ah,” he clears his throat, looking at Aran and Lady Matsui, “yeah, I did but… I think I have my eyes on someone else.”

Aran’s brow hikes at his friend, it made him nervous if Osamu shows any interests in a woman. He might be the calmer twin, but when he has his eyes set on someone or something, he will not stop until he has it. Aran wasn’t blind, he could see the tension between his friend and the chaperone, how they know one another is a mystery to him.

Lady Matsui’s eyes widen, “someone here? Tonight?”

“Correct,” Osamu answered, keeping his eyes on Lady Miyazaki. “I wish to get to know her more.” At that, she looks up to catch his eyes and he smiles.

Osamu tosses and turns, unable to find a peaceful position. His mind wondered to many things. How old is she? How long was she married for before she became a widow? Can she cook? What does she plan to do when Lady Matsui marries?

Like a teenage boy, he couldn’t remember the last time he pinned over a woman like this… or if he ever did pin over a woman to this extent.

His last thoughts before sleep finally took over was, I want to see her again.

. .

Y/n’s ears perked up as she hears Saeko’s say, “oh Lord Miya, you’re here too?”

Looking up her eyes connected with the tall man who comes out from behind Lord Ojiro. “Good evening, Lady Matsui and Lady Miyazaki.”

Y/n bows her head in silent. Since their introduction two times ago, she feels as if there is something up Lord Miya Osamu’s sleeves.

It was unusual for a male who is looking to court to have a tail following him around.

Lord Ojiro sigh, “I hope you don’t mind; I ran into Lord Miya on my way here and he asked to join.”

“Oh, it is fine, perhaps…” Saeko glances at Y/n from the corner of her eyes, “Y/n-san can keep Lord Miya company.”

Y/n turns her head, slightly cocked and looking at Saeko directly in the eyes. “I’m sure Lord Miya will find more interests doing other things than to hang out with an old dowager like –“

“You are not old, my Lady.” Osamu cuts of her off with a charming smile. “If I didn’t know, I would have believed you and Lady Matsui is the same age.”

Saeko lets out a giggle, “Y/n isn’t much older than me, she just likes to act like she is an old lady.” She clapped her hands together, “shall we go down to the night festival?”

. .

“My Lord, you do not need to walk beside me.” Y/n finally addressed, with a quiet tone. After seeing a handful of faces turning in her direction, she needed to clear the air.

They are confused that an unmarried Lord is not only at her side but close to her as well.

When a man has taken interests in a woman, the distance between them shows the desire of closeness of the two.

Y/n has tried to slow her steps, spacing out the distance between them discreetly but Lord Osamu would only close in the distance, smiling down at her innocently.

“What was that?” He shifted himself lower.

She could see the smirk and teasing grin on his face. She cleared her throat, “you do not need to walk beside me. I… I don’t want people to suggest anything about you.”

His eyes scan their surroundings, “tell me who, I’ll talk to them if they have an issue.”

Y/n lets out a soft huff and Osamu’s lips twitched, wanting to smile. “My Lord I do not –“

“Do not fret, Y/n-chan, I’ll make sure no one will speak ill of you.”

She wanted to slap that cheeky grin off his face.

Letting out a deep exhale, she nodded her head and walked ahead without another word. She can feel him trailing behind her.

“Watch out!”

Everything happened so fast, all she could remember was the out-of-control beast running by.

Y/n closed her eyes as she tries to calm her accelerated heart. Her head rests a split second against the soft but firm wall before her eyes shot wide and she looked up.

In the short time that she has gotten to know Lord Miya Osamu, he has always been playful, teasing, and happy. She has yet to see his serious side.

He looks down at her, expression immediately changed. With worried eyes, he asked, “are you okay? That man’s beast is out of control and is going to hurt someone.”

Mesmerized by his soft eyes, Y/n forgotten how it feels to allow a man to look her direction.

Quickly she looked away and pulled away from his arms, clearing her throat. “We should find…” She looks around, “where is Lord Aran? And Lady Saeko?”

. .

It has been twenty minutes since their split and Lord Aran and Lady Matsui is nowhere to be found.

Out of breath, Y/n looks at Lord Miya for assistance when the grin on his face made her narrow her eyes at him. “You…” she points an accusing finger at him, “you’re up to something, aren’t you?”

He raises his hands up in defense, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just as concern as you are… poor… Ojiro… is lost…”

Y/n looks around frustrated. “If I find out you two are… up to something… I will…” she stopped her accusation, remembering who she was talking to. “Help me look for them.”

Osamu hid his amusement; he has never found a frustrated woman so attractive before.

“Y/n!”

Both their heads shot to the right, Osamu heard the sigh of relief and pouted. Though it was not planned, he enjoyed the short-lived alone time with her.

Shaking his head with a small smile on his face, he followed her towards the other couple.

“Where did you guys go?” Y/n asked immediately to Lady Saeko, who glanced up at Osamu for a second.

Osamu winked and looked at Aran who shook his head.

“Where did you guys go?” Lady Saeko asked, “you guys were behind us one second and the next… you guys were gone.”

“This beast got out of control back there and that’s probably where we lost each other,” Y/n answered, “it is late, shall we say good night to Lord Aran and Lord Miya?”

Lady Saeko’s pouted but nodded, “give us a second.”

Y/n nods and she walks towards the tree, giving them space.

Lord Osamu snaps out of the daze and follows Y/n when Aran cleared his voice.

Osamu stood a few feet away from Y/n just watching other couples chat and gaze lovingly at one another. A sudden rush of feelings hit him.

How alone he was.

It wasn’t that the thought never crossed him, he just never thought much about finding a significant other.

Until his twin married, then he realized that he too has reached the age of settling down.

“Lord Miya.”

Turning his head, Y/n stepped closer to him, her hands clasped together. “I… I just want to say I’m sorry about earlier. My accusation towards you.” She bowed her head, “I’m sorry.”

His eyes widen for a split second.

He noticed the pink in her cheek and felt pleased at the tingling feeling within him.

Osamu couldn’t help but blurted, “you can make it up to me?”

He was pushing his luck when he saw her eyes flash and was about to say he was just joking when she quietly responded, “what can I do to make it up to you, my Lord?”

. .

Y/n smiles and nods her head, continuing to peel an apple for the both of them as Saeko talked her ears off about Lord Aran in the main room.

“He’s just so… such a gentleman.” She sighs deeply, “I can’t wait to marry him.”

“Saeko,” Y/n splits the apple in half, hold one half out to her. “Don’t get too carried away now…” Saeko snatches the apple and there’s a look on her face that made Y/n freeze. “What is up with that look?”

“What about Lord Miya Osamu?”

Y/n lets out a scoff, “there is nothing going on between Lord Miya and I.”

Saeko rolls her eye, “it doesn’t look like that…” she scoots closer to the older woman, “do you seriously not see Lord Miya smitten by you? His eyes are only on you the last –“

“Saeko,” Y/n says her name with a warning. “Lord Miya is much too young for me.”

She snorted, muttering “too young.” A brow lifts, “why do you act like that?”

Y/n frown, “act like what?”

“Like you’re not lonely.”

“Because I’m not lonely…”

“That is a lie. You got a taste of love; don’t you miss it?”

Y/n looks away, “I miss your brother. He is the only one I miss.”

“But you must move on, right? Tadashi would have wanted that too?”

“I’m not ready yet… and Lord Miya… he… he is just flirting. It is all a game to him –“

One of the Matsui servant stands at the doorway with a small box. “This just arrived.”

“Who is it for?” Saeko pipped, standing up to reach for the box. She reads the writing on the tag and her face expression changes. Her brows perk up as she looks straight at Y/n, “it’s for you.”

“For me?” Y/n frown, “are you sure?”

Saeko hands it over, “yes, Ms. Miyazaki Y/n.” Her tone made Y/n narrow her eyes and Saeko wink, “from Lord Miya Osamu.”

. .

Lord Aran marries Lady Matsui five weeks later, skipping the tradition of first proposal, then engagement and finally, wedding.

Osamu couldn’t thank his friend enough. Now this made it easier for him to approach and have some privacy with Lady Miyazaki without her pulling the excuse of having to chaperone Lady Matsui.

Osamu had pestered Aran to allow him to tag along on their dates, claiming he is keeping Lady Miyazaki company while he engages with Lady Matsui.

“I’m just going to keep Lady Miyazaki company,” he assured for the many times after Aran giving him a suspicious look.

“She’s just a chaperon, you know?”

“I know.”

“Will your parents be okay with it?”

“We’ll find out when we cross that bridge.”

Osamu attends the wedding ceremony and the first person he searches for is Lady Miyazaki.

Which he found easily. She was beside Lady Matsui and her parents.

As if she could sense him, she looks up catches his eyes.

Osamu winks and steps up to greet the groom and bride. “Congratulations Lord Aran and Lady Aran, wishing you two a graceful life with nothing but love and joy.”

He turns towards the Matsui family and bows before doing the same with the Aran family.

Osamu take his place with his mother and father as guest continues to arrive and greet the groom and bride. His eyes remain on Lady Miyazaki who refuses to look at him throughout the time.

He looked away for one second and when he looks up, she was gone. He excused himself and quickly searched for her knowing she had exit out the door that was closest to her. He catches her turn around the corner and hurries after her.

“Lady Miyazaki,” he calls out perfectly loud and clear, knowing she heard him. “Lady Miya… zaki,” he called again, emphasizing on the Miya part of her surname.

It had dawned on him one night in bed that she already had part of his surname already.

She spins around, and fury is burning in her eyes and Osamu froze in place. Heart beating fast and loud against his chest.

God she’s beautiful mad, he thought to himself.  

She marches towards him, “what do you want?” she grits, no formality.

“I just want to know where you are going,” he answered innocently.

“I don’t know nor care what you are up to, Miya-san but whatever it is, you better stop it right now.”

Osamu’s cock twitched inside of his pants at her calling him Miya-san. If she weren’t so mad at him, he would have begged her to say it one time.

“I just want to talk to you.” He gives her puppy eyes.

“What could you and I possibly talk about?!” She squeezes her eyes shut while inhaling, trying to calm herself. She exhales deeply, “Lord Miya, thank you for the sweets and hair pin you have gifted me, but this has got to stop.” She pinches the bridge of her nose, “I have been far too nice and hoped you would find no interest in me after some time, but it doesn’t seem like it.” She inhales sharply. “I’m only going to tell you this once, you need to refrain from flirting with me, it is not acceptable.”

At each true accusation she made at him, his smile grew bigger. “But you like them, right?”

She was about to strangle him but instead, she spun her heels and walked away.

Osamu sighs softly. He knows he takes his teasing too far sometimes, but he can’t help it when she reacts in a way that makes him want to tease her even more.

She didn’t move very far because he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. Her eyes bulge out, realizing that if anyone walked by this moment it would not look appropriate.

The more she struggled to escape out of his arms the tighter he held onto her.

“Stop. Just listen to me.”

She learned quickly that it was no use fighting or arguing with him and ceased her struggling. “Fine,” she breathes, shutting her eyes and exhaling slowly.

Osamu swallows, this is the closest he’s been to her face, and she looked absolutely stunning. Possibly the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

Her eyes open, “what is it –”

He kissed her.

Osamu took advantage and slipped his tongue inside her mouth, letting it touch hers. His grip on her wrists tightens as she tries to free herself.

It only took the next second for her to melt against him, to surrendering to his touch.

He moans when she kisses him back just as eagerly with the same amount of fire.

He backs her against the side of the house, pressing himself against her. He breaks away from her lips, panting for air. She is the same, but her eye slowly open, staring into his.

If he isn’t wrong, she looks as if he just kissed her to heaven.

Her lips slightly ajar, as if silently pleading for more.

And Osamu’s lips hover over hers, silently asking for permission this time.

He is surprised when she tilts her head and kisses him.

And he takes it.

He kisses her passionately and breaks away to trail kisses along her jaw and to her neck, she willingly tilts her head, offering herself. Her soft whimpers are music to his ears, and it drove him crazy. His hand is gripping her kimono tightly, wanting nothing more than to rip it off.

A loud thud startles them, and someone was fumbling around the corner.

Y/n gasp and shoves him away, catching him off guard. He stumbled backwards hitting the railing and flipping over onto the bushes.

. .

He’s been searching for her for the past twenty minutes. After he got himself out of the bush, he got lost trying to find his way back onto the porch to get into the house that he ended climbing over the railings. He went back into the main room, seeing the newly wedded couples but no sign of Y/n.

“’Samu-san, you’re still here?” Aran called, shocked to see his friend whom he thought left.

Osamu, out of breath nods his head, “yeah – I… I just stepped out for a second.”

Lady Matsui, now Lady Aran, motioned her hand for Osamu to come closer. “Where is Y/n?”

“I don’t know, I was going to ask you.” Osamu whispered back.

Osamu remembers the moment Lady Aran confronted him if the someone he referred to was Lady Miyazaki.

He didn’t deny it.

“Lady Miyazaki married my cousin from my mother’s side in Miyagi. They grew up together, but Tadashi had a lifelong illness, and we knew he… he wouldn’t have much time left after he turned eighteen.” She continued explaining that they married young and that she spent the last eight-months by his side. “I believe she truly loved Tadashi but… she still young, she still has a long time to go. She shouldn’t be alone.”

Y/n had refused to move back into her family home. After her husband’s death she continue to live with his family until the Matsui family asked if she would like to be Lady Saeko’s chaperone.

“Many mistaken her as my sister which is why she decided to change her entire wardrobe so everyone would know, she is a married woman and a widow.”

Lady Aran shook her head and shrugged her shoulders, “I haven’t seen her for a while now.”

Osamu nods and excuses himself. He walks around the compound searching for her and found no sight of her.

His frustration was beginning to show until sees her crouched down and handing something to three small toddlers. The smile on her face softens and washed away the anxiety in him.

If only she would smile like that towards him.

As he got closer, he sees what she’s handing the children and sticks his hand out, “can I have one too?”

Four pair of eyes look up to him.

The little girl was startled by his stature and dropped her food. Her gaze snaps down at her feet and back up at him and her eyes immediately teared up.  

“Oh, it’s okay,” Y/n assured but the little girl began to cry. She looked up at Osamu with a glare silently saying look what you did.

“Sorry,” he mutters, scratching the back of his head. He watches Y/n tell her she’ll make her a new one and guided the children towards the kitchen.

With no shame, he followed them.  

He watched along with the children as she quickly makes a onigiri replacement and hands it to the little girl, “here you go.”

For the second time, his hand is out, “what about me?”

Lady Miyazaki ignores him until one of the little boys looks between the two adults. “Y/n-chan, he wants one too.”

Osamu’s lips curve, winking at the boy.

A soft sigh escapes her lips, and she begins grabbing ingredients and patting it together before holding it out to him to take. She doesn’t look at him, so Osamu grabs her wrist and takes a bite out of the onigiri from her fingers.

The eyes of the children widen at the two adults.

“What are you doing?” Y/n whispers loud enough for him to hear.

He holds her wrist still and groans while chewing. He plucks the remaining out of her hand. “This is really good.”

One of the children makes a weird noise before turning their heels and the other two followed quietly.

Y/n was about to make a dash for it when Osamu catches her by the elbow. “Hold on,” he chuckles at her death glare.

Her expression changes immediately when she looks at him weirdly.

He stares at her confused. “Is there something on my face?”

She frowns and sighs, “how do you not know you are bleeding on your cheek?”

He was? Osamu reaches to touch his cheek and his finger stained with nothing.

“It’s dried now.” She pulls her elbow out of his grasp and walks around him. Osamu watches quietly as she pulls out box. “Sit,” she orders, pointing to the chair.

His cock twitch inside of his Hakama pants. Immediately, he sits in the chair she pointed to, finishing the rest of the onigiri in one bite. Silently, he watches her rummage through the box of medical supplies.

She pours some water into a metal bowl and dips the gauze in water before standing before him.

Even though he’s sitting down, his face was eye leveled with her breasts.

She tilts his chin gently upward and dabs gauze right below his right eye.

He truly didn’t know this scratch existed and couldn’t be more thankful of it.

If it meant having her touch him, he’d gladly take any scratch anytime and anywhere.

Her touch is gentle, and she is so engrossed that she doesn’t realize that he has pulled her in between his legs and his fingers resting faintly behind her knees.

“Sorry,” she whispers, wiping the dry blood away. Though it was a scrape, she still felt terrible.

She stepped away from him to grab something out of the aid box, Lord Osamu sighed in disappointment but immediately perked up when she steps in between his legs again. She applies an ointment on the scratch and at last, looks down into his eyes. She blinks and steps away, but he holds her still, locking his arm beneath her bottom.

She panics and pushes against his shoulders, but he holds her still. She looks around, seeing no one nearby, “let me go,” she whispered.

“I like you, Lady Miyazaki.” He tells her sincerely. “I am very attracted to you.”

She ignored him, continuing to get out of his hold.

But he wasn’t going to let that happen.

He tightened his hold on her until she submitted.

“Lord Miya, please let me go.” When he doesn’t bulge, she sighs, almost defeatedly. “You cannot like me; I am a widow.”

The smile on his face tells her he didn’t care. “You can do better than that.” When she doesn’t find humor in his comment, he lets out a soft sigh, “I don’t care. I don’t care that you’re a widow or anything else.”

“Well, you should!” she snaps but her eyes soften. “You are a single nobleman; you are still young, and you should not waste your time on me.” Her voice fades, “I’m not fit for you.”

“Look at me.” Slowly, her eyes look down into his. “I get to decide who is fit for me and I know you are.”

“There are many suitable Ladies out there that are better fit for you.” Her eyes drop to his lips, and she remembers how they felt against hers. “Why are you even pursing me, Osamu-san?” her voice was barely a whisper. Her eyes softens as she tells him quietly, “I have already given myself to my late husband, therefore I’m not fit for you even if I wanted to be with you.”

That was all he needed to hear. That she wants to be with him too.

His thumb draws along her jawline. “I don’t care if you are a widow or already given yourself to your late husband.” His thumb runs along her lower lip, “I will accept you as long as you accept me.”

Osamu hated that he could not hear her thoughts nor read her expression.

It was the longest minute of his life, felt like an eternity.

His heart nearly stopped when she nods her head. “If you accept me, then I… accept you too.”

He leaps onto his feet and towers over her small petite body. He tilts her head back and kisses her lips.

Their lips synchronize together, and he smiles when he hears her sharp inhale when nips her lower lip.

Her hands grasp the collars of haori, and she moans softly into his mouth. She hasn’t been kissed like this in almost three years, her body heating up like never before.

They both pull away, catching their breaths.

She feels his heartbeat underneath her palm, beating hard and fast.

For her.

Her eyes meet his and for the first time, she smiles and breaks out into a chuckle.

Osamu’s heart is ready to explode at the sight of her smile.

He opened his mouth to ask her what is funny when a few gasps have them pulling away from each other to look and see the three previous children and a few more different faces. “We are hungry too...”

.

Osamu is beside Y/n making onigiri with her for the four other children that’s waiting patiently for some food.

He peeks at her and nudges her gently, “what are you going to do now that Lady Aran is married now?”

“Sleep in?” She answers after a few seconds.

Osamu smiles like a fool in love, he’s getting flustered with her relaxed persona.

“Remember when… you said you’ll make it up to me…” She raises a brow at him. “May I take you up on that request?”

“Yes, you may.” She answers softly.

“Would I be able to meet you tomorrow evening?”

She looks up at him.  “Where shall I meet you?”

He smiles, dimple appearing on his left cheek, “I will be honor to come fetch you if you need a guide outdoor?”

For the first time in her life, she didn’t hesitate. “I’d like that.”

. .

Though they weren’t going to meet until closer to the evening, Y/n spent the entire day choosing the right outfit.

“You should choose the yellow one.” Spinning around, Y/n is greeted by Lady Matsui, Saeko’s mother. “Are you going out?” She enters her room and slides the door close behind her.

“Yes, aunty.” Y/n answers quietly, turning her body towards the person who has treated her like a daughter than a guest during her entire stay.

“Is this person you’re meeting… Lord Miya Osamu?” She had curiosity written all over her face. When Y/n inhales sharply, the older woman continued to tease her. “I know when a man is in love. I see his eyes on you following you everywhere you go.”

Y/n exhales softly, “yes, it is Lord Osamu.”

“Come here,” she waves her fingers at Y/n to come closer. “Do not punish yourself for thinking you cannot have a second time at love. Tadashi would have wanted you to move on. And you should. There is so much life ahead of you – do not live alone.” A hand pats Y/n’s head in a loving motherly manner. “Though… Lord Osamu… was not who I imagine you go for but… I won’t stop you.”

Y/n looks up, a smile on her lips. “I tried to not be swayed by him, aunty, but I can’t stop my heart.”

“And you shouldn’t.”

Y/n waits outside the Matsui’s gates dressed in a light-yellow kimono.

She had gotten so used to wearing black attires that it felt strange to wear anything else.

“You look wonderful.”

She looks up to see Lord Miya stand a few feet away in a very similar color kimono. He walks over and her mouth curve into a shy smile.

“Ready?”

She nodded and followed beside him.

“I hope you don’t have a curfew?” He inquired softly.

Y/n shook her head, looking up at him and then the night. The night was dark with the brewing clouds that even the moon didn’t have the chance to shine. She frowns, “I hope it doesn’t rain.”

“Don’t jinx it please.”

.

“By the time you think of something to write, your brush would be dried.”

Breakout out of her zone, she looks at Osamu and then the brush between her fingers. “Oh…” She dabs the tip back into the ink. “I’m just having trouble writing a message.”

He smiles, “don’t think too much, just write what comes to you.” He already had his message written and his lantern is lit – ready to launch.

Y/n looks down at her lantern again and her hand begins scribbling.

With you, I’ll be okay.

Osamu smiles as he assists with her lantern.

“Ready?” He holds his lantern as she held hers, she nods and together, they lifted their lanterns, guiding it until it lifts off their hands.

They watched the lanterns float higher and higher.

Osamu’s hand nudged hers before sliding his hand to interlace their fingers. His heart pound loudly as he anticipated she would pull her hand away, but she didn’t.

She squeezed his hand in return, tightening her hold.

.

Osamu thinks he’s dreaming.

Dreaming that Y/n is sitting across from him, belly laughing at his stories about his childhood.

Dreaming that Y/n is smiling at him.

Dreaming that Y/n is giving him this opportunity he never thought would be possible.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” The smile on her face makes Osamu’s heart melt. She reaches a hand out to touch the pouring rain from the window. “It’s raining really hard tonight.”

The rain came down hard and heavy that Osamu and Y/n ran to the nearest shelter that happened to be a local restaurant. They ordered some food and ate waiting for the rain to pass.

Y/n turns to look at Osamu, “is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked for the second time, touching her face. Her cheeks blushing under his intense gaze.

“You’re so beautiful, that’s why.” She looks down at her tea that’s cool now. He angles his head to look at her face that was a darker shade of pink.

Osamu opened his mouth but was interrupted by a man barging into the restaurant, muddy from head to toe. “Help! Help! There’s a mudslide!”

.

Y/n’s knuckles are white from clenching so hard. Osamu had left with the other men to help assist with the mudslide and it’s been over thirty minutes.

She was about to run out there herself when they returned, all muddy.

Osamu was unrecognizable with all the mud smeared on him. He makes his way to her and cracks a smile with his arms open wide. “Hug?”

.

Y/n chewed nervously on her lower lip. She stood by the window waiting for Osamu to return from the bath house.

The heavy rain showed no signs of stopping and they were too far out to make it back home. Due to the high demands, Osamu was only able to rent one room with one futon.

She had changed into the yukata that was provided and taken Osamu’s dirty clothes to clean them.

For the fifth time, she fixed the clothes so they would air dry hopefully by the morning.

Her fingers run across the Miya crest on the collar of his Haori.

“You know you already have half my surname, right?”

She spun around to see Osamu standing against the wall in his yukata, loosely around his frame.

She swallowed and looked away, “I am aware, yes.” She steps away from his clothing and points to the futon, “you can have the futon, my Lord.”

His brows knitted, ”are we back to that again? My Lord?” he mimics. He stands in front of her in a few long strides. “May I ask you, Lady Miya… zaki…” his knuckles graze her jaw. His breath hitched when she leaned into his touch, looking up at him. “At first, you intrigued me to no ends. Your reactions to my teasing only made me want to tease you even more. I never…” An arm wraps around her waist to pull her closer. “I never thought you allow or even let me get close to you like this.” His hand closest to her face tilts her chin upward. His lips near hers, “does it scare you… like it scares me?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“I am a hot-blooded man and I’m trying everything in my powers to not forget I am a gentleman, and I should probably sleep outside –“

“I don’t want that…”

The tip of his nose rubs hers, his lips hovering just over hers. “What do you want?” he asked huskily.

Her answer takes him by surprise.

“You.” She pecks his lips. “Just you.”

He allowed her lips to move over his before he pulls back, letting out a frustrated groan. “I didn’t understand why Ojiro was in such a hurry to wed Lady Matsui but…” he knocks his forehead gently with hers. "I think I understand now.” His lips hover over hers and his face grimace of pain, “I will not survive the night until morning if I don’t stay elsewhere.”

“Where do you wish to stay?”

“If I had my way, with you.”

“Then stay with me.”

He lets out a sigh, “I cannot trust myself with you, love.”

She pulls him closer by the collar of his yukata. “I need you.”

. . . >>> @hellatrashdontask @queenelleee @wrongimagine @eadyladlegard @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @satoritendoucultsacrifice @yourgonvermnethooker @littlemochi @cloud-lyy @pana-dolle @basmamme @itsroseally @warrior-of-justice @jmnfilter @captainchrisstan @omissanitizerlol

[nevaeh-daughterofvalcarol]

*over letter sent on heavy paper with a wax seal because it’s a good excuse to show off fantasy-land skills*

Dear Mumma,

I went to go see Nonna Gigi for you, Zia Vera gave me a lift over. She’s super sweet, I see why you love her so much. We made pasta for dinner and then watched Snow White together. She adopted a cat last week named Meg, because she doesn’t have the heart to call her Peggy. It’s a dark brown tabby with a heart of gold, and didn’t even try to go after Inej and Jesper, and she let me hold her while she made us tea.

Jonny and Amma are doing well, though they miss you. Jonny has clung to me nonstop since I got home, and Zia Peggy had been over nearly every day to visit, and sometimes Athena comes to help me watch Jonny.

Our date went really well, by the way. We went out to this French cafe by Central Park and then for a walk where all the cherry blossoms were blooming, she braided them all through my hair. Some people stared and it made her nervous, though, so we left. I didn’t mind at all, though, and we went back to her room and put on pajamas and I helped re-dye her hair and then we snuggled, it felt so nice. I know you’re really protective of me, but you don’t need to worry about her, really. She feels safe in the way you and Amma and Zia Vera do — like nothing can hurt me when I’m with her. I glow around her almost every time we’re in the same room, it’s amazing. My eyes, too, and you know how rarely they glow. She gave me the rings you gave her and I just about cried — I can’t describe how much it meant and felt. I don’t know if we’ll ever get married, or even how long we’ll last. But I feel like we’re going to last a long time. And I can imagine a future. One that’s together.

My garden is thriving, and I’ve started making a window box for you and Amma’s room, with all the plants I know you like — let me know if you have any requests. Oh, and Amma spent all afternoon making pasta a bit ago. Mumma, she spent all day hand-making it because she wanted to. I don’t think she could’ve known this before hand, but she just happened to make the dish my Mamma made for us when we got sick or just in the winter when it was cold. It’s my comfort food, and it tasted just like it. Well, different. For one, Amma likes spices more than Mamma did, and I’m okay with that. It’s like a continuation of an old tradition. Anyways, I must go, Jonny wants to help me harvest the tomatoes I sped up for a good fresh sauce. I love you very very much and can’t wait to see you.

Much love, your daughter,

@iyla-difransisco

P.S. just reply by text, I love letters because I grew up with them but text is completely fine<3

Dear Iyla,

If you must know I do fancy hand written letters too which is why I decided to answer you with one. I sadly don't have any wax to cell the letter with me but if I did I would have used it.

I'm overjoyed to say the least. I'm very glad you got stop spend some times with Grandma Gigi. And I'm also very glad to hear that she got the cat! She has been hesitating between two cats lately, and by the description you gave me, she's chose the one I wanted! But please make sure she rests too. I'm very glad you had fun during your time together though.

I'm very glad to read that everyone is doing fine. But please if anything is going wrong tell me the truth okay? Not that I doubt you, I believe your words, but I just wanted to make sure. On my side everything is good. I don't really appreciate everyone at the school, I mostly don't like the straight boys that asked me on dates already multiples times but what can I do about that. Speaking of date, it does seems like I did worry for nothing. But I'll let you know that I had to make the line clear just so they know. And I'm very glad you liked the rings! Those were my parents and they really mean a lot to me. By the way, I'll show them your letter when I comeback saying that you see a future together, it's adorable.

Glad to hear that our house is still good. The garden is probably the most beautiful place in house so. And I've been wanting a window box for a while now! So thank my dear favorite daughter. Now this part got me quite surprised. But I'm really glad your Amma could make you comfort food, especially as it's pasta. You'll have to keep some for the moment I come back. And I'm also really glad to see that your unexpected leave of the house only made your bound with your brother stronger. Though it would be great not to do it again because I can't support the crying all night, please never leave him like that again. Anyways, I'm so sad I can't be with you all right now. I misses you guys so much, and I miss holding you or singing lullabies for Jonny or cuddling with your Amma in bed. My bed feels so lonely it's unbearable. I have to go see what is in the package Aunt Peggy sent me before starting class but remember; I love you mire than the multiverse itself.

With love, from your favorite mother, Me, Nevaeh (Romanoff)-Danvers ;)

[autumnshighlady]

I’ve Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 2)

NESTA ARCHERON X FEMALE!READER (future Neris x reader)

summary: The day after the disastrous dinner, you and Nest have a talk.

warnings: MAJOR inner circle slander, if you love Feysand and will defend them please do not read this fic for your own sanity, angst, VIOLENCE, gore, flashbacks, implied SA jokes, trauma, literally so much sadness i cried writing

word count: 4.2k

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

a/n: here it is, part 2! I’m so excited for this fic, I have so many ideas. It’s getting longer and longer in my head so y’all are in for a treat! As always, if you cannot handle some anti Feysand and Inner Circle discourse then I would advise you not to read this and cause drama!

feedback is appreciated, just no hate pls! these are just my opinons, im more curious to see how you all like the writing and characterization and storylines!

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You slept fitfully that night, the events of dinner swirling around your brain. The clash of silver and violet eyes haunted your thoughts, memories of the tense atmosphere barring your mind from rest.

Part of you wished that the Night Court had entirely lived up to its reputation of cruelty, that the High Lord had just thrown you in a cell the second you were healed. You hated the politics and scheming, the fancy dinners where it was expected you had to fall to your knees and thank them for their generosity, then provide whatever they asked in return. Even Lucien was just a pawn in their games, whatever they were playing at.

And whatever it was, you vowed you wouldn’t stick around long enough to get too involved.

Nesta wasn’t at breakfast, nor did she show up for lunch. Throughout the day, you realized that you had gotten used to the female’s presence over the past few months. The space around you felt empty and lifeless, as if the warmth had been sucked out of it. But you gave her space for the first half of the day, knowing she was rattled by last night.

But you could not ignore that gnawing worry in the pit of your stomach. You were aware that if Nesta had her way, she would shut out everyone completely, but destroy herself in the process. When the sun set over the mountains in the distance, you decided to knock on her door.

“Nesta?” You said, rapping your knuckles on the wood.

No answer came, but you knew she was in there, as if you could sense her presence. Slowly, you turned the knob on the door and it clicked open, causing you to breathe a sigh of relief. If Nesta truly hadn’t wanted you to come in, the door would have been locked. So you carefully entered the room.

The eldest Archerons sister was sitting on her bed, resting against the headboard with her arms around her knees. The coronet braid had half fallen out, leaving loose strands of hair waving down her neck and shoulders. Her eyes showed no signs of the silver fire, only emptiness. She did not even turn her head to acknowledge you, just continued to stare blankly at the empty fireplace. The room was ice cold, so you grabbed a blanket from the chair and walked over. Wordlessly, you sat down next to her, tossing the blanket over her legs.

“When Feyre and Tamlin returned from Under the Mountain, there was a dinner to celebrate their victory.” You said quietly. “My family was invited. I remember sitting at the dining table, surrounded by food and music. Everyone was celebrating, except your sister. She tried, I’ll give her that, but even I could tell she was miserable. And who could blame her? We were all told what happened in that place, what she had to go through. She was wasting away when she got back to Spring, and when Tamlin locked her up I honestly couldn’t blame her for wanting to get away.”

Nesta blinked once, her only acknowledgement at your words.

“None of us could fathom why she wanted to stay in the Night Court, though.” You continued. “We had heard loud and clear what Rhysand did to her under the mountain, how he twisted her broken arm to force her to make that deal. How he drugged her almost every night and made her dance like a whore for him to piss off Tamlin. I understand that he had a role to play to survive, I cannot blame him for that. But what he did to your sister went beyond that, and none of us understood why she would willingly seek sanctuary with him unless he was forcing her to. That’s why Tamlin went after her so persistently, why he made that alliance with Hybern.

“We were furious, and scared. Tamlin risked our lives just to try and get your sister back by opening up his doors to Hybern. She was worth it to him, but not for us. We never asked for it, but we paid the price. We were forced to live amongst them, tiptoeing around in fear that one wrong look at a Hybern soldier and we’d lose our heads. When Feyre returned to Spring with Tamlin, we had hope again. Hope that, whatever had happened between her and Tamlin, she would maybe try to protect us, the innocent people who asked for no part in this war.”

Your throat closed up. You coughed once, clearing it as you prepared to delve into the most painful parts of your memory.

“But we were wrong,” You continued. “Feyre had no intention of helping anyone in Spring, merely getting back at the High Lord. A few days after Feyre’s return, I was at the manor helping my father collect reports when I overheard a conversation between the priestess, your sister, and Tamlin. That was when I found out what had been done to you and Elain, how Ianthe had given you two to Hybern to be turned into Fae. Believe me, I was happy when Ianthe returned from a stroll in the woods with a shattered hand.

“We felt better when Feyre was back. Tamlin had gotten what he wanted, and Feyre seemed like the type of female who would defend innocent people. For a moment, I thought that maybe the two of them would be able to find a way around Hybern’s agreement, and stop them from taking over the continent. But we were wrong. Feyre valued her vengeance, which I respect. But Tamlin wasn’t the one who paid the price for it, like she wanted him to. She could not separate the people of Spring Court from their leader who had wronged her. It was us who were slaughtered, whose leader was so broken that he did not even try to fight for us. And when things got bad, after Feyre was satisfied that she had torn the Spring Court apart, she ran right back to the safety of Rhysand’s arms.”

A tear fell down your cheek, plopping onto the soft blanket. You weren’t sure how much Nesta knew of your story, how much Lucien or Cassian had told her. Hell, you weren’t even sure about how much she knew about Under the Mountain, based on the way she stiffened when you mentioned what Rhysand had done. Taking a deep breath, you continued.

“The waiting was the worst part. Once we found out what Feyre had done, we knew we were vulnerable. Hybern soldiers went from village to village, slaughtering and pillaging. They left ours for last. We could not run, we had nowhere to go. So we could only wait, sitting there for the other shoe to drop. After a week, they came in the middle of the night. My mother rushed into my room, shaking me awake. I could hear the screams outside, the sounds of swords piercing flesh. But my mother was calm as ever. She stroked my hair and kissed my forehead, telling me how much she loved me. She—”

Your chest heaved in an attempt to contain your sobs. Dragging each word out was like running a knife along an open wound, and every instinct told you to stop, to repress it and never think about it again, but you kept going. For some reason, you felt like Nesta needed to hear it, needed to know that she was not alone in her struggles.

“She gave me a small vial with clear liquid and told me to drink it,” You said. “I asked her why, and she said it would make everything go away. I knew it was poison, aimed to bring a quick but painless death. My mother knew that there was no escaping the Hybern massacre, no way we could get out of it. So she wanted me to die in the easiest way possible, to save me from the suffering that was bound to await me if I lived. So I gulped it down, trying not to cry as she hugged me one last time before grabbing a knife from the kitchen and storming out into the clearing where the fighting was.

“I should have stayed in my room. But I crept out after her a few minutes later, wanting to see if anyone I knew was escaping. I peeked out the window, and saw my mother standing over my father’s lifeless body, kitchen knife in hand. I barely recognized him – half his leg was missing, his face so covered in gore it may have been impossible to identify him if not for the broach on his jacket from Tamlin. My mother swung the knife blindly, screaming in rage. She did not know how to fight, but she tried. I saw as they sliced her chest open, laughing as her blood coated their uniforms. I vomited, which was my biggest mistake. Some of the poison had worked its way into my system, enough to make me groggy. But the rest of the dose I had thrown up, losing my chance at a peaceful death.

“A Hybern soldier heard me, and broke into our house with my mother’s blood still staining his hands. They leered as they beat me bloody, arguing over who would get first turn with me. I begged the Mother to kill me swiftly, so I wouldn’t have to endure their torture. They used their first and their knives, laughing like it was a game. Before they could kill me, I heard a vicious scream. My best friend, Sapphyra, had burst into the room looking for me. She was being trained as a sentry, so she knew how to fight. She didn’t hesitate before swinging her sword at the Hybern soldiers, killing one swiftly before luring them out of the house. I couldn’t speak, if I could I’d have begged her not to do something so reckless. But she lured them out of the house, and they forgot about me. I could hear her, she fought like a lion against them, but there were too many. Through the hole in the wall, I saw as they swarmed her like flies, ripping her head off her body and putting it on a spike. Then everything faded to black, and I woke up in the Night Court.”

You felt thin fingers gently graze your hand, as. Inhaling deeply, you looked down and saw Nesta’s hand gently covering your own. She said nothing, just placed her hand on yours. You almost crumbled apart right then and there at the tenderness from the female who was said to be cold as ice.

“I do not know what happened between you and your sister,” You said carefully. “But I lost everything, everyone, because she decided to take revenge on an entire court for the actions of two fae. I cannot stomach the sight of her sitting here happily, on a mountain of wealth and surrounded by people who have told her that she deserves to be High Lady, after what she did to me and my people. I cannot tolerate being judged by them all just because I am from Spring Court. If she wants to hate Tamlin, fine, but when she looks at me all she sees is him. Just because the only crime I committed was residing in his court.”

You didn’t expect Nesta to say anything. You weren’t sure where she stood with her sister, if she’d try and justify her actions. But the female turned her gaze towards you for the first time – there was still some emptiness to her eyes, but something else was written across her features.

“I am sorry,” She said. “I did not know. Any of that, frankly. All Cassian told me was that you were Lucien’s friend from the Spring Court, we presumed you had gotten injured going off on your own.”

Despite the pain in your chest, you laughed heartlessly. “Of course they conveniently left out the details,” You snorted. “Can’t have people knowing the consequences of their High Lady’s actions.”

“They seem to do that a lot.” Nesta said bitterly.

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself to be lashed out at for what you were about to say. “Nesta, what happened?”

She tensed again beside you, and you prepared to be told to fuck off, that it wasn’t your business. You could tell she contemplated it for a split second, but then her gaze softened as she looked at you.

“The Inner Circle hates me for a number of reasons,” She began. “When we were young, my father made a stupid business move and we lost all our fortune. The creditors ransacked our place and forced us to move into a small cottage. Soon after more came and broke my father’s leg in front of us and left him crippled. We had no money, no support. So when Feyre was 14, she went into the woods and started hunting for us. It’s what kept us from starvation. I did nothing to stop her, but neither did Elain, which the Night Court seems to forget. I didn’t want her to hunt, I wanted us to starve, to force our useless father to do something to try and save us, rather than sit in his cot all day. I hated him with every fiber of my being, but Feyre kept hunting.

“But somehow, everyone forgets who prepared the food Feyre caught. Who washed the clothes, kept the cottage tidy and running. Feyre never cooked, she can barely heat up soup. I planned to marry myself off, to lighten the burden for the rest of my family. But then Feyre killed that fae wolf, and Tamlin took her away. I was so confused as to why nobody remembered it, then I realized it was some sort of magic that hadn’t worked on me. We got our fortune back, thanks to Tamlin, and one of the first things I did was hire a merchant to take me into the woods. I tried to find Feyre, I would have offered myself in her place, but we never got through the wall.

“And then somehow we got dragged into all this faerie shit. I was forced to become fae, and then sent here to adjust. I spent my entire time trying to make sure Elain didn’t fling herself off the mountainside. She was so miserable, a shell of who she was before. The inner circle gave her as much time to adjust as she needed, but they never extended the same courtesy to me.”

Nesta laughed bitterly. “I don’t need to tell you about what happened in the War. I’m sure you already know. After it was over, everyone acted like everything was fine. Elain became her perky, delicate self again and the celebrations began. But I did not want to celebrate, it did not feel like a victory. My father died, knowing I hated him and he still tried to protect me and tell me he loved me. There was so much death that day, so many families torn apart and they acted like nothing happened.

“I got my own place, a slummy house outside the city. Feyre and Rhys paid for it. I would have, if I had my own money, but I didn’t. I suspect when my father died his wealth went right into their pockets, when some of it should have gone to me. I started drinking and fucking my way around Velaris. Nobody checked up on me, even Elain, even though I spent weeks glued to her side because I was so afraid for her. When I was checked on, it was at those ridiculous dinners they hosted, where I was watched like a hawk. Amren asked about my powers at every opportunity, as if I hadn’t given enough already. They treated me like a ticking time bomb, so I became one. They’ve all had 500 years to learn how to cope with war. I had months before they decided my drinking and whoring was too much. They staged an intervention, and offered me a ‘choice’. I could go to the human lands, or train at the House of Wind with Cassian.”

“But fae are persecuted and killed in the human lands,” You said. “It would be a death sentence.”

“Trust me, they were well aware of that.” Nesta laughed bitterly. “While they intervened, Elain helped pack up my house. They seized it from me, and I was forced to come here. I never wanted to learn how to fight. There are other ways to heal, to be strong. But my way of healing was too embarrassing, too ugly for them. I didn’t spend hours poetically gazing out a window in silence like Elain. So now I’m stuck here, a discarded thing they didn’t want to deal with.”

Nesta’s eyes were glazed with tears, and you couldn’t tell if you were going to be sick or go on a murderous rampage. Mor and Cassian consumed 8 bottles of wine together at dinner last night, and you didn’t doubt that the Illyrians spent much of their younger years fucking everything in sight. They’ve all done what Nesta did, yet she was being punished for it. You wanted to scream in frustration, let the world know what the leaders of this court put Nesta through.

“We have to get out of here.” You murmured. “We can’t stay locked up in this place.”

“And go where?”

“Anywhere.”

Nesta snorted humourlessly. “A nice sentiment,” She said. “But neither of us is making it down those steps. Even if we did, we wouldn’t get far.”

“We’d need help.” You said, picking at a string on the blanket.

Nesta sighed and relaxed back into the pillows, abandoning her defensive crouched position. Her arm brushed yours as she laid back, sending tingles up your skin – it was like being touched with a melody of ice and fire, mixed together.

“As much as you claim to be friends with Lucien, I doubt he’d risk his neck like that to save you.” She pointed out, tipping her head back. “He’s mated to Elain after all, if he thought helping us would put her in danger, all his friendship with you would go out the window, I promise.”

You winced. She was right, as much as you loved Lucien as your best friend, he was a mated male now. You didn’t know how it felt to be mated, but you had heard of other’s experiences. As much as Lucien would want to help you, he wouldn’t risk putting Elain in harm's way. Suddenly, an idea struck you.

“What about his brother, Eris?” You asked, leaning back to rest your neck against the pillows like Nesta had. She turned her head to face you.

“Seriously?” She asked.

“I’m serious!” You insisted, turning your head towards her as well. Your faces were only a foot apart, but you tried not to think about that. “The Night Court hates him. Who better to help us than someone Rhysand cannot stand?”

“Who says he will even help? Do you even know him?”

“Sort of. I spent some time in Autumn visiting Lucien. Out of all his brothers, Eris was the only one who treated me like a living creature, not an object. He was decent and respectable enough.”

You left out the part about the massive crush you had developed on your best friend’s older brother over the years, how you got butterflies every time that cold gaze would soften for a split second when he saw you wandering about the Autumn Court.

“I haven’t heard good things about him,” Nesta said bitterly. “Feyre says he left Mor to die in the woods after they were supposed to be engaged.”

“And Feyre probably tells other courts that you’re an ungrateful whore who is trying to steal from her and Rhysand to make them look bad,” You scoffed. “And that I’m some spy from the Spring Court who is planning the murder of all Night Court babies. So I think it’s safe to say that if they’re wrong about us, they may be wrong about Eris too.”

You felt Nesta flinch at your words, wondering if maybe you had gone too far. But she did not snap back, or get angry with you. She simply sighed, blinking once. Her hair was falling into her face, disheveled as opposed to its usual neat braid. You liked it, the messiness that made her look more relaxed rather than on edge, waiting to strike at whoever glanced the wrong way. There was a softness to her that you were seeing, a cold heart being thawed like the snow on the first day of spring.

“He may only help just to make us a part of whatever game he’s playing and use us against the Night Court.” Nesta warned, looking into your eyes.

“I know,” You said softly. “I cannot deny that he is unpredictable and scheming. But it’s a better alternative than being stuck here having to bend to your sister and her mate’s every whim.”

Silence overcame the room for a moment, as if Nesta was contemplating her choices. It was easy for you to decide which option you’d take, you had no personal ties to the Night Court’s inner circle. But Nesta did – as much as she and her sisters were not on good terms, at the end of the day you knew she still loved them in her own way.

“How would we do it?” She asked after a few seconds. “I doubt we can send him a letter and ask him to drop by without Rhysand or his dogs finding out.”

“We do exactly as they tell us to.” You began carefully. “You train with Cassian, I’ll tell them what they want to hear. We make them see what they want to see – a good female who heals the way they want by training into a warrior, and a Spring Court female who is so grateful for their hospitality they will do anything they ask. Then maybe, we’ll find out what they’re playing at. Once they let us in on everything, or you at least, we have a much better chance of seeing Eris. If Lucien is to be believed, they’re working with him on something.”

Nesta narrowed her eyes. “Are you sure you’re not their little puppet sent to coerce me into obeying them?” She hissed.

You would have believed the venom in her voice to be serious, if not for the gleam in her gray eyes and the slight twitch of her lips.

“You have figured me out, Nesta Archeron.” You sighed dramatically. “I actually am Rhysand’s personal spy. Darn, you got me.”

She laughed, and it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. It was like a breeze through an old forest, mystical and echoing. For the first time since you had met her, that laugh was genuine.

“We appeared as quite a united front at dinner,” Nesta pointed out. “They’ll be suspicious if we suddenly go along with everything.”

You hummed, contemplating for a moment. “Maybe we can pretend to fight. Some time when Cassian or Azriel is here since they’ll definitely go telling everyone else about it. We keep our distance from each other, at least when they have eyes on us.”

Those slate coloured eyes that were normally like chips of ice looked saddened momentarily. “I don’t want to do that.” She admitted quietly, voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t either,” You choked out. “But we can’t raise any suspicions.”

Without thinking, you reached forward and tucked a strand of hair behind Nesta’s ear. She did not flinch, or harden her gaze. She just kept staring at you, looking sad.

“How will we make our plans then?” Nesta asked. “I doubt Azriel is Rhysand’s spymaster for nothing.”

“The books,” You said after thinking for a moment. We leave notes for each other in the books. Smutty romance ones that Azriel wouldn’t be caught dead picking up.”

Nesta chuckled again, and your heart fluttered. Mother above, you could get used to hearing that sound.

“Alright.” She said, “I’m in.”

“We will get through this.” You promised, grabbing her hand. “The next few weeks will be shit. I’ve grown rather used to your company, but if we want out of here we have to be smart.”

“Then we begin tomorrow.” Nesta said. “But could you maybe… stay here for the night? If we have to act like we don’t like each other in the next while…”

Her words trailed off, but you knew what she meant. From the way she averted her gaze, you could tell she felt silly asking this of you. So you gently stroked the back of her hand with your thumb.

“Of course.” You said.

Wordlessly, you got up and grabbed your nightgown from your room, giving Nesta time to change into hers. When you returned to her room, she was settling underneath the covers. You blew out the candle and crawled into the space next to her, laying your head onto the soft pillows. For a minute, the two of you laid there in the dark, facing each other and saying nothing.

“(Y/N)?” Nesta’s voice was quiet.

“Yes?” You replied, already drowsy with sleep.

“I’m glad you are here.”

“Me too.”

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[doodle-pops]

Caranthir Having a Twin Sister

Request: Can I please request headcanons for being Caranthir's twin sister? If not, can I get the request for Maedhros or Fingon? - Anon

A/N: Went with Cara in this round. The idea of the other two having twins is also interesting to write on some time :) Enjoy!

𑁍 You were born eighteen minutes before your younger brother, and it was something you would sometimes use to remind him of his place whenever he was throwing a little tantrum from time to time growing up.

𑁍 Aside from his mother and Maedhros, you would always be the first person he would turn to for assistance. From small, he was forever attached to you— it was never in the manner of ‘I have to protect my sister’ but more ‘My sister understands me and makes me feel safe”.

𑁍 It didn’t matter what you were doing, you were always holding his hand and strolling about the place with him. You were the livelier and more interactive twin, though, you never made him feel uncomfortable when it came to his soft persona.

𑁍 Whether it was spending hours in your room knitting and stitching dolls or stuffed animal clothes or even clothing for one another, Caranthir was at peace. It was he who had taught you how to sew, although you left the advanced patterns to him so you could turn to him for assistance.

𑁍 He is a bit stingy when it comes to your presence, not liking to share you with anyone else because that meant he’d be alone for some time, and he despises that feeling. So, wherever you were going, he needed to be tagging along; you are twins after all.

𑁍 It comes naturally for you to protect him, especially from Tyelko whenever he decided to make little jabs at his little brother. Once he was teasing Caranthir, he was automatically teasing you because you bore the same features as him. However, your ruddy face and freckles aren’t as vivid as Cara’s.

𑁍 You are always assisting him with writing love letters and poems, attiring himself to appear presentable in the eyes of his future lover. You are the first person he brings them home to meet (big sister’s approval is everything).

𑁍 You have the tendency of making him appear appealing to the public eye by praising him so he can gain the attention of suitors. It’s all you ever want for him since it was something he confessed many nights ago about wishing to fall in love.

𑁍 He turns to you for all the assistance necessary, as embarrassing as it may seem, he is swallowing his pride and cornering you with questions. You are the one person aside from his mother, Caranthir has no problem sharing his secrets with.

𑁍 Furthermore, not only as a reward for assistance, but it also comes naturally for him to spoil you with many riches. From fancy hairpins, dresses, jewellery, stationeries, a new book, new curtains and many more. He enjoys gift-giving since it is his love language— it makes him feel as though he’s reciprocating for all the kind deeds you’ve done for him.

𑁍 During his time in Beleriand, if you did follow, you would have resided with him in Thargelion, assisting him with his duties between cities and trading. You would have been his support when times were dark and tough.

𑁍 Caranthir was your confidant when life becomes challenging for you; perhaps the constant rush of things when tension grew in the family, the oath and kinslayings. Though, the last two topics are conversations you tend to avoid whether you took part or not.

𑁍 Communicating telepathically has been your key form of interacting with one another, whether nearby or distances apart. You also share each other pains and discomforts to some extent— if he is feeling down, you immediately sense it and come running in to aid. He does the same with you whenever you are in a sour mood.

𑁍 When he needs to rant, he would lie on whatever nearby surface while resting his head on your lap and allowing you to braid his hair. Aside from his lover and potential children, you are the only other person who can place flower crowns into his hair and watch as he grows bashful.

𑁍 Furthermore, because you are his twin, you would have shared a bit of his temper (it’s a Feanorian household). Thus, arguments between you two are quite nasty and full of shouting and insults (typical sibling behaviour). Though, when you two argue, it is always he who apologises first because you are a lot more stubborn and prideful than him in that area.

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[crispyjenkins]

living icarus epilogue/omake

Mando'a:

mesh’la — “beautiful”, but not necessarily physically; used in this context as a sort of equivalent to “love” or “애인”? used instead of copyc because my brain does not like how that word sounds out loud

just wanted to add this scene i couldn't get out of my head, but i liked where the main fic ended, so. here. have an omake of boys bein in love and such

  Obi-Wan grows his hair out, after, before chopping it all off again. Keeping it just long enough for a single French braid that ends at his shoulders, he takes to letting Rex weave a matte ribbon in 501st blue into the plait every morning.

  He doesn’t wear armour anymore, at least nothing more than some reinforced plates under his tunic and the single vambrace from Rex’s old kit; he doesn’t go back to Jedi browns and beiges, though, instead choosing to dress in the muted jewel tones of Melidaan, newly renamed and once again a part of the Republic. 

  Which is where Rex finds the two of them a couple of months after the fighting actually stops —they’d still had to deal with Dooku and all the other insurrectionist planets, afterall, as well as Skywalker, who hadn’t taken Palpatine’s death well at all— invited back to join the celebration of the reopening of Zehava, the capitol. Technically, Rex isn’t supposed to be there, Melidaan’s new government is staunchly anti-war and think the clones are followed by conflict like particularly annoying harbingers, but Obi-Wan had insisted on sneaking him in, and even if he hadn’t, Rex wouldn’t have let him face this all alone.

  Tahl’s grave is exactly where Obi-Wan had first dug it, miles out of Zehava on the outskirts of the forest that had almost been decimated during the civil war. Someone has planted some kind of creeping flower over the entire hill, that has all but overtaken the rough gravestone Obi-Wan had managed to make between battles all those years ago. There’s a fancy, honorary gravestone in Central Zehava, but it’s little more than a monument, and Rex isn’t surprised when Obi-Wan skips paying his respects to her there, to instead hike all the way out to the real one.

  Disguised, Rex stands over Obi-Wan’s shoulder as he carefully buries his padawan braid at the foot of the overgrown headstone, coiled up in a small wooden box Frisbee had found in some market or other in Mandalorian space. Skywalker hadn’t even noticed Obi-Wan had never offered his braid at the end of his apprenticeship, not that he had deserved such a hallowed show of thanks, but Rex is glad there had never been a confrontation about it, so that Obi-Wan can have this moment with his first Master over half a decade late.

  “Stop thinking so hard,” Obi-Wan’s voice pulls him from his thoughts, the man not even looking up from where he’s knelt with his eyes closed over Tahl’s grave. Rex snorts, checking their perimeter once more before moving to stand next to Obi-Wan properly, secretly pleased with the relaxed, fond smile on his lips.

  “Forgive me, Mesh’la,” he snarks, letting Obi-Wan lean his shoulder into Rex’s thigh, “I did not realise you didn’t prefer the strong and silent type.”

  Obi-Wan barks out a laugh. “You are far from a strong and silent type, my dear,” he returns easily, smile widening.

  Feigning offense, Rex steps back to let Obi-Wan get to his feet. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Nothing, nothing, my dear.” With a smirk, Obi-Wan brushes his knuckles over Rex’s cheek as he passes him on the way back to the path. “Now, enough of that: our Jump back to Coruscant will take about a week, but once we’re there, how do you feel about helping me find the illegal sabbac den Kote is running out of his apartment, and convincing him I don’t know a lick of Mando’a?”

  Oh, Rex is ever so in love with him.

[seconds-not-decades]

A Story Never More Woe {Five Hargreeves x Sparrow!Fem!Reader}

Summary: You were best friends with all the Sparrow Academy members and quite often they brought you into the Academy to hang out. One night, Sloane invites you as a guest of honor to their annual masquerade benefit gala honoring the Academy. You look forward to a night full of fanciful fun, but an accidental run in with a masked Umbrella Academy member just might make your evening a little more magical.

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Sparrow!Fem!Reader

Author's Note: What do you get when you combine Romeo and Juliet, The Umbrella Academy, and a chance meeting with a handsome stranger at a masquerade ball? This. You get this. Five is aged up to eighteen, because we're all adults here. Also Klaus gives Mercutio vibes and Sparrow Ben gives Tybalt vibes, fight me otherwise. I went a bit overboard with this word count wise obviously. *Please note that I set this after Viktor's transition.*

Edit: We've made 180 NOTES!!! Thank you so much!

Word Count: 3261, oopsies.

Warnings: Cursing.

Requested By: N/A

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Romeo and Juliet {The Young Juliet, Dance Of The Knights, Juliet's Variation, Madrigal, and Tybalt Recognizes Romeo}

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You couldn't believe it. A masquerade ball held by the Sparrow Academy! You had to reread the smooth, dark red invitation over twice to make sure you were reading things right. You never thought they would host such a formal event. In all honesty, you figured they were always too busy helping the city.

You first met them when your house was broken into and they swiftly came to the rescue like any good crime fighting superheroes. Out of gratitude, you invited them over for dinner. Well, more like they begged Sir Reginald to let them visit you, because they clung onto every bit of normalcy they could. And, to your shock, he allowed it. You instantly got along with them and from then on, became good friends. Though, you were closest with Sloane. You admired her sweet, dreamer personality.

You recognized her handwriting on the back of the invitation, wanting you to come to her room so she can help you get ready. She informed you that she had a dress and everything all ready for you.

You swept up your backpack, wondering what exactly she had planned for you as you quickly made your way to the Academy. You were relieved you didn't have to shelf out any of your old, awful prom dresses. None of them would probably look good enough for the event.

Then you wondered where everyone would go. The Academy was big, but was it that big?

You went around the back, going to Sloane's room tucked in the corner near a fire escape. You saw her silhouette hustling around busily and smiled upon seeing the window open.

"Sloane!" you loudly whispered near the window, hoping she heard you.

She went over and moved the curtain, beaming when she saw you. "Y/N! Come in! You're right on time!"

Very carefully, she levitated you up to her window and helped you climb inside.

"Hey! You look amazing!" you hugged her, noticing her already done hair and makeup.

Sloane beamed. "Thank you! Come on, let's get you ready!"

You sat down at her vanity, seeing there was makeup already laid out with hair products and accessories.

"You are going to love your outfit by the way," Sloane told you as she began doing your hair.

"I can't wait! What color is it?" you wanted to know.

"You'll see!"

"Oh, come on! You can't just say that and then not tell me."

She laughed, beginning to braid two sections of your hair. "I know, I know."

You smiled, watching her sweep your hair up into an elegant hair style and drape the braids over it. She decorated your hair with little pearl pins and then moved onto the makeup. A knock came from the door.

"Yes?" Sloane called towards it.

"The party starts soon," Jayme announced from the other side.

"Ooh, great! We are almost done!" Sloane returned.

"We? Who's we?"

"Y/N, of course. I'm helping her get ready."

The door slightly opened and Jayme poked her head in. "Hey."

"Hi. Ooh, what happened to your forehead?" you winced upon seeing the cut.

Jayme rolled her eyes, slipping inside. "We got into a fight yesterday. With the self proclaimed, Umbrella Academy."

"Who or what is the Umbrella Academy?" you frowned.

"Apparently, they are another group of powerful people. Dad said they claimed to be his kids and he met them when he was in Dallas in 1963," she explained, plopping down on Sloane's bed.

"To me, they seemed to be confused," Sloane commented airily.

"We sent them packing though," Jayme grinned. "We totally beat their asses."

"Jayme," you chided. "What did they want? Did you all find out?"

"No," Sloane eyed her sister. "And we didn't exactly beat them. We all got into a huge fight, but Marcus kicked them out."

"Yeah, because that one member nearly sent the Academy to its knees. He blasted us with a huge wave of energy or something," Jayme remarked.

"The Umbrella Academy sounds dangerous," you admitted.

"They won't be as long as you stay away from them," Ben suddenly appeared at the door.

"Why is everyone crowded around my room when you all should be getting ready, too?" Sloane was slightly exasperated.

"Is that Y/N?" Alphonso peeked out from behind Ben.

Christopher was floating above him and he warbled.

"Hi Alphonso, hi Chris!" you waved.

"Oh, great. I was hoping you'd come. That way you can help me escape them if or when needed," Alphonso grinned.

Ben rolled his eyes. "No. I'll be keeping an eye out on her."

"Why? Did those other Academy members get invited?" you frowned some, feeling Sloane switch out your earrings and slip a sparkling necklace around your neck.

"I don't know. Dad sent invitations to everyone in the city," Marcus spoke up, standing by Alphonso.

"They better not show up, especially with the shit they pulled yesterday!" Ben spat out.

"Ben, be nice. This is supposed to be a happy occasion!" you went over to him.

He sighed and shook his head in disgust. "It won't be if they decide to show up."

"Oh, don't be ridiculous. Think of it things this way: they're a bunch of wasps. Sure, they can be annoying and you don't like them. However, don't mess with them and they won't mess with you," you pointed out.

Christopher warbled some and you nodded in agreement.

That made Sloane laugh. "They've got a point."

"Yeah, yeah. Hurry up, everyone. The party will be starting soon and you know Dad won't like it if we're late. Plus, Y/N is our guest of honor, so, he'll be expecting her as well," Ben left on that note.

"Agreed! We need to get you dressed now," Sloane shooed the rest of her family out.

"Oh, good. If needed, I have a bunch of cloaks to finish your outfit with," Fei put in before she closed the door behind her.

"Please?" you looked at Sloane. To be fair, Fei was a fashion icon in your eyes.

"Sure. I think she probably has one to match this," Sloane held up a lovely red dress with a velvet bodice and a fluffy skirt. She had a pair of satin red heels in her other.

"Ooh, how gorgeous," you lit up at the sight of it.

"Well, come on! It'll look breathtaking on you."

She turned around to let you get changed. Once you were in the dress, she laced up the back of it.

"And here is this for added sparkle," Sloane added a gold brooch with a ruby in the middle to the pinched neckline. She also handed you an elaborate burgundy and gold mask with flowers and jewels adorning it.

"Wow," you looked at your reflection in amazement once she positioned you in front of her mirror.

"You look absolutely stunning! Red is so your color!" Sloane squealed and clapped.

"Thank you, Sloane! You are amazing!" you hugged her happily.

A knock came from the door and Fei poked her head in.

"Y/N, you look very nice," she complimented.

"So do you," you acknowledged her gown.

"Thank you. Did I hear something about needing to borrow a cloak?"

"Do you happen to have one to match this?"

"Oh, I have one to match every outfit imaginable," Fei smiled and sent out one of her birds to retrieve it.

"You're all so sweet. Thank you," you blushed.

"Of course! You're like a sister to us," Sloane hugged you and so did Fei.

Soon her bird came flying back in with a lovely velvet cloak. Fei hooked it on, letting it drape down your back.

"You look like Juliet if she were a princess," Sloane complimented.

"Very regal," Fei agreed.

"Okay, let me get changed really quickly and then we can all go together."

"Dad, Ben, and Marcus are already at the party," Fei informed as you two stepped out of Sloane's room.

"So who were the Umbrella Academy members? I mean, did you get a good look at any of them?" you were curious.

Fei sighed. "One male was very tall and blond. Another male had long brown hair and kept flipping knives. A third male was wearing a cowboy hat. And of course there's the powerful male. There's one female and they also have a boy that looks to be your age."

"Oh. There's six of them?"

"Yes. Except one is extremely powerful."

"The one with the energy blasts," you muttered, biting your bottom lip.

"Precisely."

"They didn't severely injure any of you, did they?"

"No, luckily. Just cuts and bruises. The normal."

"Okay, good."

Sloane stepped out in a pretty light pink dress with her pink and silver mask in hand. "Are we ready to go have some fun?"

"Absolutely!" you grinned.

You set off for the party with the others. You felt your nerves flutter some. It's been a while since you've been to an event like this. More or less something so formal.

When you arrived, the party was in full swing. Music swept through the air as indistinct chatter from the guests overlapped. You looked at all the dressed up people around you, smiling at them when they passed by. All these people here to celebrate the Sparrow Academy. You felt proud of your friends. And you were so glad tonight was all about them. They deserved the recognition for all their hard work.

"Ah, Y/N! There you are," Ben took your arm.

"Ben. You look nice," you complimented, frowning when he led you away from Sloane and Fei.

"Don't torture her, Ben!" Sloane called in your wake.

"To where precisely are we going?" you asked Ben.

"There is a young man currently talking my ear off."

You laughed at that and he rolled his eyes in partial amusement. In the distance you saw a young man around your age talking to Marcus. He looked like a bubbly ball of energy.

"Nick? This is Y/N. Y/N, meet Nick," Ben nudged you to him.

"Hello there!" Nick greeted, taking your hand and giving it a shake.

"Hi," you laughed from his energy.

"Um…would you like to dance with me?" he requested bashfully.

You smiled shyly. "Sure."

Nick excitedly led you out onto the floor. You laughed from his enthusiasm, assuming position. He gently began to guide you around.

"You're very light on your feet," you were rather impressed.

He smiled. "Thank you."

"So, tell me a little bit about yourself, if you don't mind."

"Well, I have three other siblings. Two brothers and a sister, to be more precise."

"Aw, really? Are they here?"

"No. They didn't want to come, so I did."

"I'm glad you are."

"Thanks. What about you?" Nick spun you around.

"I'm an only child."

"Sounds like your household would be way more peaceful," he commented, making you laugh.

"It can be, yes," you smiled.

"So…with the way Ben introduced you earlier…I'm guessing you're good friends with them?" Nick glanced over at said Sparrow, who was watching you two intently. "Jeez, he's so intimidating."

"Oh, he's not so bad when you get to know him," you winked at Nick, giving Ben a look.

Ben slightly cracked a smirk and rolled his eyes.

"I see," Nick wasn't so sure.

"You'll have to excuse him," you blushed slightly.

"Of course."

You smiled some, letting him twirl you around again. The end of the song soon came and you gave him a curtsey.

"Thank you for the dance," you smiled and then turned.

You suddenly came face to face with a tragically handsome dark haired boy. His piercing green eyes behind his navy mask met yours and he looked just as speechless as you. You felt as if the world around you faded away. He was dressed in a very dashing three piece black suit, which you thought looked incredibly good on him.

"Ma'am," he gently took your hand, kissing it formally.

"Sir," you rather breathlessly returned, absolutely enamored.

Blushing, you shyly slipped your hand out of his grasp.

"Excuse me for a moment," you felt your face burning as you quickly rushed off.

You made a beeline for the refreshments, fixing yourself a glass of water. You felt Sloane join your side.

"Did I just see you flirting with Five Hargreeves?" she whispered.

"Who?" you gulped down the water almost desperately.

"The boy who just kissed your hand. That's Five. From the Umbrella Academy!"

You choked. "I thought they weren't invited!"

"Well, I'm not sure about that."

"Besides, how can you be so sure it was him?"

"I can tell. Masks only disguise so much. I don't think the others know yet."

"Are you going to tell them?" you felt your heart pounding. You didn't want to get in trouble for being fascinated by the boy.

Sloane gave you a sympathetic, pitiful look. "No. It's not worth it. I want to have fun tonight. Umbrella Academy party crashers or not. You should, too. Don't worry about it."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Okay. I'm going to go get some fresh air really quickly."

"Have fun," Sloane hugged you and winked.

You downed the rest of your water before slowly making your way out of the ballroom. You instantly felt better. It was quieter and cooler out here. Plus you felt like you could breathe. You took a deep breath, wandering further away. Your heels clicked upon the floor, echoing through the air. You softly hummed to yourself, strolling down the corridor towards Grace's art gallery. You liked sitting there and reading sometimes. It was a very serene, ambient atmosphere.

You were about to sit down when a suddenly flash of light made you scream and you barely dodged a punch.

"Hey!" you stomped on their foot.

"Shit!" a young man's voice cried out in pain.

"Oh!" you gasped when you saw it was the young man from earlier.

Five Hargreeves, to be more precise.

"I am so sorry, are you okay?" you checked over him, embarrassed.

"What the hell is wrong with…" Five trailed off when he looked up at you. "You…" his voice faltered.

"Yes. Me," you replied simply and internally you smacked yourself.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to. I just thought…well…" he flinched.

"I was someone else?"

"Yes. This is really embarrassing, I am so sorry. Are you all right, love?"

"I'm fine, but, are you okay? Oh, your poor foot!" you felt awful, but your heart fluttered.

"No, it's fine. I deserved it, honestly."

"You know, this is terrible. Usually I'm way better at first impressions than this," you admitted.

"I think you're very charming," Five smiled.

You smiled back, but it melted some. "What were you doing out here?" you wanted to know.

"I lost something, and I can't seem to find it. I thought it'd be somewhere around here, but it's not. Guess I will have to look somewhere else," he sighed.

"Oh?" you were curious now.

He glanced at you. "It's a…long story."

"We've got time. I'm not necessarily needed at the party anyway."

"Did you come with someone?"

"Well, not exactly? I'm best friends with the Sparrows," you flinched, remembering the rivalry.

"You are?" Five pulled back from you a bit.

You felt your heart shatter. "Wait, no. Please don't go. I'm not one of them. I have no powers. And I'm not an Academy member. I'm just…I'm just little ol' me." You hadn't realized you grabbed his hand until you glanced down, feeling the warmth of his hand melt into yours.

"You don't have any powers?"

"No. I met them after my house got broke into and they came to the rescue. Honestly, they're not as bad as you'd think. To me, anyways."

"And what do you know about us?" Five had a slightly guarded tone.

You winced. "Honestly, not much. I just know you all arrived here the other day and had a huge fight with the Sparrows."

"That's all?"

You nodded, glancing down. However, Five gently lifted your chin up to meet his softened gaze.

"May I change your perspective a little bit and help you get to know who the Umbrella Academy really is?"

"I'd like that very much," you smiled.

Five offered his arm for you, leading you out to the courtyard. The breeze was nice and cool. You softly thanked Five when he draped his jacket over your shoulders. The two of you walked around and you listened to him tell you all about his family. How he was adopted, time traveled into the future, tried to stop two apocalypses, and came back to this new timeline. When he was done, you were astounded and speechless. You thought the Sparrow Academy dealt with insanity? Never mind.

"Oh…my…" was all you could say.

"It's a lot, I know," Five returned, glancing down.

"So, you were trying to find the briefcase?" you were unsure.

He nodded. "I thought the party would be a good enough of a distraction to keep the Sparrows away long enough."

"Oh. Then I came along, I'm so sorry," you flinched.

"No, don't be sorry. Please."

"Have you ever had any time to relax?"

Five laughed from that. "I wish. But not yet."

"How unfortunate…"

"Maybe soon I will. I don't know," he sighed.

"If you did get the briefcase, what would happen or what would you do?" you glanced at him curiously.

Five bit his lip, unsure. "I…don't know. Actually. So far, besides the Sparrow Academy, this seems like a perfectly acceptable timeline. In my opinion. Everything looks to be alive and well."

You nodded, hoping it would stay like that. Soon, you heard footsteps from behind and you gasped.

"Oh gosh. You need to go before someone sees us out here together! To our luck, Fei might have sent a bird after me," you got to your feet, hastily giving Five's jacket back to him.

"Be careful," he wished you and blinked out.

"Y/N! There you are," Jayme said.

"Hey! Sorry, I just needed some fresh air," you returned.

She slowly nodded. "Okay. Great. Cool. There's a brawl going on inside right now." She rolled her eyes.

"What? Oh God!" you gasped and followed her back to the ballroom.

Marcus and Ben were arguing with a couple of people you could only assume were the other Umbrella Academy members. You just deduced it since you saw Five with them.

"So, I am ordering you one last time: get the hell out of our house!" Ben snarled.

"Ben! Ben, stop, you're making a scene," you warned him. "Why can't you just let them be? They're not doing anything."

"I saw them poking around in the corners. They're trying to take something from us, Y/N."

"Like what?" you frowned, eyeing Five.

"We just need the briefcase. Then we'll be gone forever," the female, you guessed to be Allison, returned.

"Yeah, I don't believe you. Just get out!" Ben ordered harshly.

"Stand down," Marcus said to him.

"Please, just leave. We don't want anyone getting hurt again," Sloane spoke up calmly.

The Umbrella Academy members exchanged a glance as you gazed at Five again. He gave a small nod.

"Come on. Let's get out of here. It's not worth it," he told his siblings.

They grumbled some and you watched them leave, wishing you had more time with Five. Before he disappeared, he locked eyes with you again and you offered him a soft smile. Then he blinked out.

You sighed, deciding you had enough partying for one night. You went up with Sloane to get changed into something comfier to relax in.

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[coffee-at-annies]

For the fic mashup, 94 and 41.

Love your stuff, Annie!!

94. Hair Brushing/Braiding + 41. First Kiss

You didn’t specify a pairing so please have some very quick aus based on what’s been knocking around my head lately.

First up, @prettyhockey and I have been talking about girl!SidGeno. Idk I’ve been in the mood for ladies and I don’t quite know any of the woho players or teams well enough to write about them.

The setup for this one is Gena promising to do Sid’s hair for idk pregame or whatever. She swears that she’s done it before, Gonch’s kids let her do it all the time. So she’s doing Sid’s hair. Sid spends the whole time chirping her about her skills and Gena chirps back about Sid fidgeting and messing up her work. Gena does know how to braid but it’s definitely wonky and not the easy basic braid Sid’s been putting her hair in since she was in mites. At the end of it Sid looks in the mirror, sees her objectively kinda terrible braid and the smug/fond look on Gena’s face and needs to kiss that look off her. Needless to say Gena ruins her hard work when Sid kisses her a second third fourth and fifth time and Gena runs her fingers through Sid’s hair in response.

Next up is SidFlowerVero cause I’m always thinking about both Sid and Flower and Flower hit a milestone tonight.

The setup for this one is Uncle Sid braiding Estelle’s hair ahead of her first big hockey game. He learned how to do it for Taylor when she was younger and used to do it for the Lemieux kids. She asked for an extra special braid from her favorite uncle and both Sid and Flower are weak to her puppy dog eyes. So here Sid is, on a rare afternoon off, helping Flower and his daughter get ready for hockey. I think the conversation to go from Flower+Vero to Flower+Vero+Sid is like a couple days old and they’re still getting a feel for what the new dynamic might mean. Idk if they’ve told the kids yet or if Sid is here in favored uncle status rather than potential new dad status.

Either way Flower comes across Sid very earnestly braiding her hair and telling her how amazing she’s going to be and after he finishes and she runs off to show her mom, Flower has to swoop in and kiss Sid. Just cause. Cause he loves him. Cause he’s so great with his kids. Cause he can now. He gets to have this. They had the adult feelings conversation and all three of them said yes. There’s something about kissing Sid for the first time that has him giddy and it’s not just the memories he’s about to make with his daughter- their daughter. It’s about the way Sid’s eyes scrunch up and how he wants to keep him forever.

Finally @podcasts-8-my-heart challenged me to do EK/Tanger and I’ve been talking about it with @carpehistoryandthepens so have some soft 6558.

The setup for this fic is both of them hanging out after a road game and drinks with the team in EK’s hotel room. They started out talking and watching tv and have migrated to sharing the same bed because it’s nice and both of them are hockey players and thus are conditioned to seek out touch. Tanger sprawls out on the bed and somehow his head ends up laying on EK’s thigh. Erik started out playing with Kris’s hair, twirling it between his fingers and lightly scratching his scalp. As the random hgtv show (because what else is on in hotel room tvs) they were half watching gets to the mid point of the episode, EK moves on from twirling it and started braiding Tanger’s hair. Little short braids the kind kids do at slumber parties or when they’re learning and messing around with their own hair. Nothing big, nothing fancy, nothing permanent, though Erik still has a stash of hair ties in his suitcase from when his hair was long that he could break out if he needed it. Kris’s hair isn’t quite long enough to warrant that and also he wouldn’t get them cause that would mean disturbing Kris. Kris of course is very content and is trying not to fall asleep on top of Erik but he skated 25 minutes tonight and while his conditioning is good, he’s adjusting to a time zone difference on top of everything else. He didn’t want to say goodnight earlier when they first went to Erik’s room but he also doesn’t want to fall asleep there.

This goes on for another twenty minutes probably. They’re not really talking or watching the tv but it’s providing just enough for plausible deniability and to keep them from falling asleep completely. After about twenty minutes one of their phones goes off or there’s noises from the hallway of other players returning that prompts them to groan and break apart. As much as neither of them want the night to end, Kris really doesn’t want to sleep in Erik’s room. He needs to do his nightly routine, change out of his jeans, and really he just needs to go. Erik walks Kris to the door of the hotel room, Kris swaying a little cause he’s tired prompting a balance/skating joke and one about old man legs. At the door Kris turns around to say goodbye, silly little braids still in his hair and Erik can’t help but smile fondly at him. Kris smiles back a little helplessly. He sways forward into Erik’s space where he’s leaning against the door and presses a gentle kiss to somewhere in the face/mouth vicinity before turning around and heading for his hotel room down the hall. It takes a moment for the kiss to register with Erik and all he does is watch Kris walk away towards his hotel room. When Kris is out of sight, he peels himself off the doorframe and goes to brush his teeth and get ready for bed.

[vixxi]

Relax - Thor x Autistic!Reader

You were nervous when Tony informed you and the Avengers that he will held a fancy party, even though he knew that you don't like being closer to his friends that are strangers for you.

Your boyfriend, god of thunder Thor knew that you have an Autism, and respected that, when someone say that people with Autism are weird in front of him, he would hold his Mjolnir or Stormbreaker as his eyes lighten up with electricity as his weapon and say "If you say that one more time, I will fry you with lightning, you should respect them even they are different, but they are people, unlike you they are perfect from who they are!".

It always melt your heart when you hear it, he was a sweet, kind, caring and cute, almost like a golden retriever, everytime you say that you hate being yourself he tell you "My beautiful little one, you are perfect even when you are different, you are unique in many ways" you are happy to have Thor as your beloved boyfriend who will always take care of you in the bad days of yours.

He loves to share with you his favorite Midgardian snacks that are Pop-Tarts and he even let you play with his hair and let you braid his hair, your touch in his hair have him relaxed and hummed, when he notices that you are trying to pick up his hammer, he secretly holds the top of his hammer and lift it, just to see your beautiful smile and always say "You are worthy, even worthy of my love"

When Thor noticed you getting nervous about the party, he knew how to cheer you up, when you walk to your room, he will follow you and wait for some minutes so you could think that he walked to you after you get to your room.

Thor knocked on the door and say "May I come in my little one?" when he woulf not recieve a reply he slowly open the door to see you sitting in your bed with your knees closer to your head, his heart would break to see you like that.

He walked to your bed and sit next to you "Little one, no one is forcing you to go to Mr. Stark's party, if you want I could stay with you in your room or my room and relax, like we always do" he waited for you to speak or look at him, but you were quiet and stayed in your position.

Thor looked sad "I understand, I let you alone to think, okay Little one?" when he started to get up from the bed, he felt you grab his hand, he looked at you and see a smile on your face "I want to relax with you in your room my golden retriever" he blushed at the nickname, making you giggle, he smiled as he saw your beautiful smile.

He holds you in his arms and leads you two to his room and said to F.R.I.D.A.Y. to inform Tony that you two can't attend the party, he layed you on his giant bed, and sit next to you, he placed your head on his lap and smiled softly "Do you want a massage Little one?" you nodded and said "yes please, with a song" as you closed your eyes.

He chuckled and massaged your forehead as he sang an Asgardian lullaby, he smiled as you hummed the song with him, he was happy that the love of his life, you, is happy as him.

[raymurata]

OC Design questions for Paola and Dalia: glance, stature, day, arms, bling and hair

(if you want to answer for Maya and Luca too, I'd love to see it)

Glance: answered here <3

stature: What's your OC's body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?

I created concept art so I could answer this ask visually, yay! Luca definitely accentuates his height with well-tailored suits, and Dalia accentuates her curves and cleavage with well-chosen dresses. Maya prefers not to wear anything flashy, and Paola often wears long skirts that accentuate her height as well (not on purpose).

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

Paola wears black on the regular, and a black sombrero as well. She defaults to those clothes because she damn well pleases. Black is her thing, man, what can I tell you? Hehe. I mean, there might be more reasons, but I'll keep some secrets. She does not carry a wardrobe around and is constantly on the move, so she tends to wear the same clothes for a while.

Dalia enjoys wearing bright-colored dresses with pretty patterns or flower embroidery. She has a variety of dresses to choose from, not because she's wealthy but because she takes excellent care of her clothes. Her mother is a seamstress and Dalia learned quite a bit growing up.

Maya wears working clothes. Pants, a shirt, a poncho, goggles. On their time off, they probably wouldn't wear anything too different either, but they'd favor comfort over style. They have some decent clothes and they can match colors, but other than that they don't really care about fashion.

Luca wears suits nearly every day, on account of being a.... lawyer. Yes. One of my main characters is a lawyer. He is also rich, so his suits are tailor-made with fine fabric imported from Tevet (in the old continent). His elegant, leather shoes are also imported from the Cinco Islands in Laus. On the weekend, he'd wear more relaxed clothes -- a silk shirt, comfortable pants, smth like that.

bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning?

Paola and Maya wear very little jewelry. I didn't give Luca any in the artwork, but I actually think he'd look great with a necklace and some dangly golden chains, and a few fancy rings. I also didn't give Dalia any earrings or bracelets, but I think she would wear them. She also wears her amulet, a family heirloom, at all times.

hair: How does your OC wear their hair? Does it have some kind of meaning?

Boringly, everyone wears it down, lol. Dalia would switch it up, though, and sometimes wear it tied or in a braid or styled for a play or for a night out.

And the one you just asked me to add :

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

Paola definitely has scars from several squirmishes, though I have to figure them out. Maya might have tattoos. I think they are definitely the type, but I hadn't thought about it so I'll have to rotate it. Luca has scars >3 But I'll keep them secret. Dalia, I'm inclined to say neither, but perhaps I have yet to learn some things about her.