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rin-fukuroi · 7 months

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𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 [𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲]

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Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Pairings: yandere!Sunday x fem!reader

Warnings: a bit of obsession and Sunday is the obvious stalker here, but no more triggers.

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı. Loluet - I beg you

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

It's so mean to eavesdrop on your thoughts*, but Sunday just can't stop.

You think he's pretty cute when he gives you another gift. You think his appearance is quite attractive for your taste. You think that the smell coming from Sunday, when he accepts your grateful embrace, is so exquisite, to match a man of his position. You think you'd probably feel safe near him.

You think Sunday is a little intrusive. You think he probably has a lot of fans, because he's so handsome. You think that the attention of a man with such a high position on Penacony is burdensome, because you are clearly not his match, so why does he continue to behave as if he is in love with you? You think that you are anxious near him, even though you cannot find any explanation for this feeling that suddenly arises in his presence.

Your thoughts warm Sunday's soul, and they also wound him to a nagging pain in his chest.

He really would like to stop doing this, but he's ready to give you the whole world. Even the dreams in which you are so happy, he'll bring that to life, if you only wish. It's probably corny to mentally promise a star from the sky just for you, but Sunday's ready to make the sky itself fall at your feet if this is the price for your smile. But you don't want any of this. You don't want him.

Why?

It's really so damn hard for Sunday. Helplessness, such disgusting helplessness torments him day by day, while he listens to your voice all day long, wanting to hear what you remember about him. But, as soon as the farewell separates the two of you, such useless thoughts fill your head, in which he has no place. And it's cruel. You're so cruel, but Sunday can't be mad at you.

How pathetic he must look, covering his own face with wings to hide the way his cheeks turn red and the corners of his lips lift in a gentle smile at the mere memory of how your honey voice pronounces his name. But this is not enough. Why not color your voice with brighter colors? Maybe… Red notes that give your tone of adoration and passion? You'll want him, and you'll get him if you just call. Playful pink notes will desire him with airy tenderness. Oh, how beautifully his name will shimmer on your tongue.

«It seems like I've been on Penacony for so long… It's worth coming home»

No, no, honey. Why go back to a place where he's not?

«He's looking at me so strangely again, as if he can read my mind…»

You have a great intuition, that's commendable. Sunday admires you even when his honor as a man and family member is at stake.

«Will Sunday be upset if he finds out that I'm leaving this place soon? Probably not»

Oh, darling, where did you get such thoughts in your lovely head? You're breaking Sunday's heart. How can he let you go? Dreams will lose their magic without you, this beautiful little world will lose light without your smile, the whole universe will lose its voice without the sound of your laughter.

«I guess I should just thank him for everything»

Don't mention it. Sunday would do anything for you. Tell him to rip the heart out of his chest, and he will present you with a bloody pulsating muscle in his palm.

— Y/N, — again this charming smile adorns the already perfect face of a man when he stretches out his hand bending over your figure. — Your hair is disheveled.

He can touch your hair, right? Of course he can. He hears a voice in your head, and you want the same thing, you just can't admit it even to yourself. It's an attraction between you and him… You have to feel it the same way Sunday feels it. He'll help you again, he just need to tweak your memories a little. You'll share with him all the feelings that Sunday experienced all the time spent with you. Desire him, love him, be there for him. That's all he can ask of you. It only takes his palm to touch your cheek…

The heat penetrates into the pores, permeates the skin, flows into the veins, spreading throughout the body until it captures the mind with rainbow waves blurring the eyes. And only the image of Sunday is so clear. You look into golden eyes that meet you with piercing gaze, and you see in them so much pain, torment, from which an unpleasant bitterness knits on the tongue. And then the sweetness. A cloying but airy sweetness. Every piece of sugar that gets into your mouth melts on your tongue, and for some reason an unfamiliar taste evokes so many memories that you seemed to be cruelly deprived of, and now they have returned to you, responding with a tremor in your chest.

«Y/N… listen to my voice»

You know him. This tenderness with which a man pronounces your name is so painfully familiar.

«You're happy here next to me, Y/N»

He's right, but why do his words seem so wrong to you…

«Touch me, Y/N, put your hand on my chest and feel my heart pounding. Just like yours… Aren't we made for each other?»

Of course. Of course, you're made. You can feel it. Soft pulsations touch the fingertips, beating off a sweet melody, so lulling and causing an irresistible desire… But what do you want?

«You're mine, Y/N. And I'm yours, forever»

Exactly. And how could you forget?..

It is so warm and cozy, as if beloved hands are pressing you to your heart, rocking you to an alluring lullaby, involving you in a sweet dream. And it doesn't matter at all if this dream is viscous and sticky, like a spider's web woven just for you. He'll take care of you if you just give up.

— That's better, isn't it?

«Has Sunday always been so… beautiful?» — what kind of strange thoughts are going through your head? Of course, always. The hours spent remembering how pleasant his wings are to the touch, how soft his skin is under your fingers, how pleasant the sound of your name escaping from his lips is, flash before your eyes, like a living reminder of the truth that lurks somewhere so deep, but lying on the surface, if you only dare say it.

You love him. You love him with all your heart, so long ago and so unconditionally that you feel ashamed that you dared to doubt the perfection of his face, the very sight of which is enough to make a muscle in your chest tremble.

The man notices your slight confusion, and grins melodiously.

— I mean the hair, — long eyelashes hang over the irises, shimmering with gold, when Sunday tilts his head to one side, not taking his eyes off you and continuing to smile charmingly.

— Oh, yes … thank you, — you awkwardly look away, and your cheeks involuntarily blush. — You know, I wanted to ask you something.…

The gold is covered with an icy crust, sharp and tingling skin, over which Sunday's gaze slides while you shift from foot to foot, trying to find words.

— Can I… stay here? — you hesitantly look up at the man with an innocent look, quietly uttering the last words. — With you…

«If only he didn't say no… I won't survive this…»

Oh, you're so lovely. Charming, charming, charming.

The ice is cracking, defeated by the vibrations of your sweet voice, which appeals so imploringly to Sunday. Isn't this happiness?

The tips of elegant long gloved fingers rest on your chin, lifting your head before a kiss touches your lips. So needy, oozing with obsession and love, with insane awe, which now seem so familiar to you, as if these feelings were always somewhere nearby, but burst into your heart only now, blooming like forget-me-nots somewhere deep in your chest.

«Don't ever ask again… My love», — it was never said out loud, but you managed to hear Sunday's velvety voice shamelessly invading your consciousness while his lips greedily but slowly devour yours. And you don't mind at all.

Your thoughts, one way or another, from now on will be filled only with him.

*Sunday is a representative of the Halovian species, one of the features of which is reading the thoughts of others, however, the ability to rewrite memories and, in principle, somehow influence the consciousness of another living being is not It is one of the abilities of this species. This ability of Sunday in this work is based on a completely plausible theory that he, like his sister, are Emanators of the Aeon of Harmony, because if we recall our first meeting with Family in the World of Dreams, then we can see how Robin is doing something similar, helping us with the "side effects" of the first immersion in a dream.

#headcanons #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai:star rail #honkai:star rail x reader #hsr drabbles #sunday #sunday x reader #sunday x you #sunday yandere #yandere #yandere sunday #sunday hsr #hsr x you

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awoogayanderes · 1 year

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BSD MEN & THEIR LOVE LANGUAGES

➪ characters : osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, ryūnosuke akutagawa, fyodor dostoyevsky, sigma

➪ other notes : its 4 am and i’m wide awake, so i decided to write tooth rotting fluff on my own accord, non edited, also this kinda sucks because im basically brain dead but i knew my ideas would go away if i did this later

osamu dazai :

physical touch

- dazai would rather have a dog than not be in your arms late at night

- even at work, he often has his hand on top of yours or he intertwines your legs together, later to be scolded by kunikida

- you ground him in a safe space that he’s definitely not used to but he consumes whole

- whether it be holding pinkies or him holding onto you like a koala, there’s a part of him that always needs to be with you

- congratulations, you now have a clingy dazai who whines for your warmth

chuuya nakahara :

gift giving

- chuuya has always had a very difficult time expressing his love for you, most of the time coming out as anger

- even if it’s an inexpensive snack you saw at the store, he pays close attention and buys it for you even if you don’t ask for it

- your wobbly lips and sweet smile are enough for him, always wanting you to be happy

- nothing is too much money for him, if you want it or even look at it, you have it, take it as a token of gratitude for putting up with him

- congratulations, you now have a chuuya who’s willing to do anything for your smile

ryūnosuke akutagawa :

acts of service

- akutagawa, the bloodhound of the mafia, who helps you out on any task, minor or major

- whilst he isn’t your perfect partner, he tries to show you that he actually does care, his way being doing chores or maybe errands

- you reached a level of connection with him that he subconsciously does these things for you, always set on making you content

- a part of him leaves his body when you thank him with a kind smile and a small hug

- congratulations, you now have a whipped akutagawa who’s likes to help you out a lot

fyodor dostoyevsky :

quality time

- fyodor has always lived a simple life, outside of his terrorism of course, but this extends to you, the simplicity of it all

- he’s the least ideal partner but he still does tend to your needs, being around you often

- whether it’s tea time, or a small dance in your living area, or maybe even before bed, you both enjoy those quiet moments together

- he believes words are useless when actions show heavier weight, so he instead spends time with you to express his love

- congratulations, you now have a lingering fyodor who appreciates these small moments

sigma :

words of affection

- sigma doesn’t know much about love, but he does know how to convey it with words

- ironically out of everyone, he’s the one who expresses his affection so freely with you, wearing his heart on his sleeve for you

- you don’t use him nor do you take advantage of him, you deserve kindness so that’s what he gives to his partner whom he cares about

- unlike fyodor he believes words open up one’s soul to others, their true feelings

- congratulations, now you have a lovey dovey sigma who doesn’t shut his mouth around you

#written by terra #sincerely terra #engraved with tenderness #bsd #bsd x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #ryūnosuke akutagawa x reader #akutagawa x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #fyodor x reader #bsd sigma x reader #sigma x reader

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thefallennightmare · 10 months

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Just Pretend-fifteen

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: it so mf late and I have to work tomorrow. so y'all better enjoy my loves!

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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My heart hammered in my chest as I took the next right, the familiar neighborhood coming into view. I peered to my right, making sure the gift basket was still buckled in place, and the excitement of seeing him again made my stomach flutter. My flight landed less than an hour ago but instead of going straight up, I loaded up my car with all of my bags and came straight to his house. The talk with my father was still loud in my mind.

My father and I had a long talk yesterday. He could sense something was causing my inner plagues. He caught on quickly; he knew the slightest changes in my demeanor.

Oie vie, that sounds familiar.

We discussed everything that happened, from top to bottom; even the veil of intimacy- I was modest, using a simple statement of course, this was my dad. But, I couldn’t lie to him- he put his hand on my shoulder and said.

“I’m sure you think that I don’t understand what you’re going through, but I do. It’s just that sometimes, our future is dictated by what we are in our most current state, as opposed to what we want and actually need.”

We talked more after that; it was opening the curtain that was in front of my eyes. The curtain of Noah and I- the one I only peeked through this whole time. The curtain needs to open.

“What are you going to do?” He asked, pulling back from a gracious hug. We were standing in the large airport, my flight minutes away from being called.

There was a long pause as I mewled the words over my tongue.

“I don’t know,” I finally answered.

We stood together for another minute, just holding each other.

“Follow your heart, Y/N. Break the chains that bind you.” My dad held my face with both of his hands and I could see his eyes glisten.

Was he emotional? I couldn’t be sure.

We hugged again, and I laughed. “Who knew you were a poet with words like that.”

He mocks gasped. “Where the hell do you think you get from?”

“True.”

Less than a block away, my phone buzzed and as I pulled up to the stop sign, I glanced down at the new message.

Chase: sweets, we need to talk to you. Call us when you can.

My heart dropped a little, worry filling me, but I didn’t want whatever he had to talk about ruining my plans so while still stopped, I quickly typed a reply.

ME: I have pretty shitty service where I’m at. What’s up?

As I drove again, my heart began beating loudly in my chest as his house came into view, his car sitting in the driveway.

He’s home.

Pulling to a slow, I reached for my phone ready to text him but the new message from Chase gave me immediate pause; my stomach dropping straight down to the pits of my stomach.

Chase: Noah went out on a date. He’s seeing someone.

My car idled in the middle of the road as I read the message repeatedly, the words like a dagger through my chest.

No, it can’t be true. Maybe it was a mistake, a misunderstanding.

Chase: sweets??

A loud horn jarred me from my froze state and with a choked sob, I pulled over the car to the side of the road, two houses down from his.

Tears burned in the corners of my eyes but they didn’t fall. My fingers hovered over his contact, debating whether I should call him. Maybe if I told him I was coming to see him, he would explain everything.

“Coming up next on Octane,” the loud voice from the speakers made me jump, heart still beating hard in my chest as my teary eyes stared at the radio on the dashboard. “A brand new single by Virginia native band Bad Omens. Here is Nowhere To Go.”

Fuck, I almost forgot about their new song.

“Why's this always gotta happen to me? I should have known. I never fail to never learn from mistakes, still throwing stones. Blood signed we made it a pact. Yours dried out, you took it back.”

I choked on a sob as Noah’s words dug the knife deeper into my chest. Tears still pooling in my eyes but not yet falling.

“Hear me out, I'm sorry, but I'm a little less than sold. I've been around, heard all the stories you said you never told. You're used to speaking in tongues to feel like you're in control. Now you've got nowhere to run, now you've got nowhere to go.”

The emotion in Noah’s voice made me rest my head against the cool window, letting it ease away the burning warmth that spread through my skin.

“Tell me what's mine and tell me what's yours. Why I never got a say, never got a choice? Tell me what's mine and tell me what's yours. Why I never got a say, never got a choice? Tell me what's mine and tell me what's yours. Why I never got a say, never got a choice? Tell me what's mine and tell me what's yours And why I never ever got a fucking say? Oh.”

Now the tears fell freely into my lap as my body shook with sobs, it falling silent against Noah’s strong voice, his emotion, hurt, and anger blasting through the speakers.

“Are you ready? I'm in the driver's seat now. Oh, oh.”

“Mother fucker,” I cursed myself through sobs as I smacked the steering wheel not once, not twice, but three times.

I never meant to not give him a say, I never meant to not allow him a chance, it was never the intention to blindside him; it was a shield, a mask I wore the night I left that hotel room, and clearly; one of the biggest mistakes of my life. Noah was right, I had nowhere to go. As I sat in the driver's seat, grieving over the consequences of my fearful and irrational actions, the song ended, and I sat in silence. I heard the air conditioner hum, the humming almost hid the sound of my beating and broken heart.

You did this, stupid girl.

While driving over to Noah’s, I didn’t know the outcome of what would happen as I practiced what I planned on telling him. But now, as the tears and makeup dried to my face, I knew only one thing; I fucking love Noah, and I waited too long.

Chase: Y/N, please let me know you’re okay.

With shaky hands, I clicked on Malcolm’s contact name, the ringing of the phone echoing throughout my small car.

“Buttercup, where are you?”

At hearing the sheer panic in his voice as he rushed out the words, I broke down in sobs yet again.

“I fucked up, guys,” I cried.

“No, sweets. You didn’t.” Chase sighed.

I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. “Yes, I did! Did you not hear their song? He’s seeing someone else!”

“Why are you there, Y/N? It’s only going to hurt you,” Malcolm said.

Through blurry vision, I stared up at Noah’s house as a light upstairs turned off and I couldn't help but wonder if that was his bedroom.

“I-I don’t know. I just thought that maybe,” the words came out in a jumbled mess and I did my best to compose myself with a deep breath.

“Come home, sweets. We miss you. We can sit on the couch in front of the fire and you can tell us about how the rest of your trip went. Salem misses you, he hasn’t stopped meowing at your door.” Chase suggested.

I peered over to the gift basket on my right. It was filled with a variety of gifts I brought back for Noah with a handwritten note taped to the front; one that will go unread now.

“Okay,” I said, defeated. “I’ll be there soon.”

After hanging up with them, I let out a few shaky breaths to compose myself as I stared at myself in the mirror, wiping away the tears.

Get your shit together.

With a longing glance toward Noah's house, I quickly typed out a message to the Hollow Omens group chat before pulling a U-turn and heading back home.

Me: The new song is amazing! I’m proud of you guys! Can’t wait to hear what else you have up your sleeves.

JOLLY

As I ascended the stairs, phone in my hand, I read the thread in the Hollow Omens group chat.

Malcolm: We’re throwing a welcome back bitch party at our place Friday night for Y/N. All you have to bring is yourselves. We’ll provide everything else.

Y/N: no, no party. Please.

Chase: too bad. It’s already been decided.

Folio: fuck yea, we’ll be there! Nick and I are flying in Thursday night.

Me: We missed you, Y/N. Can’t wait to hear all about your trip.

As I was passing by Noah’s shut door, his text popped up in the chat. He returned home from hanging out with Bailey a little while ago and immediately held up in his room.

Noah: bringing my date, that cool?

Y/N: 🆒

I ran a hand over my face at how stupid Noah was being. It was one thing to ask Malcolm or Chase separately, but asking in the group chat where he knew Y/N could see was a new low. Orie was passing by the hallway so I pulled him to a stop, filling him in on what happened.

“He’s a fucking idiot,” he shook his head

Still, in front of his door, I went to knock on the door but I froze; soft music playing through the wood.

“Is he listening to Cher again?” Orie wondered with pulled brows.

“He loves Cher,” I reminded him.

“Noah is playing back time on again.”

My head snapped towards Orie to correct him. “That's TURN BACK TIME. That’s the title.”

“Oh excuse me,” he held up his hands.

“You’re lucky I was the one to correct you and not him. Noah is serious about Cher.” I snorted before knocking on the door.

The music stopped. “Come in.”

Noah spun around in his computer chair and nodded towards us. “What’s up?”

“Have you lost your mind?” Orie asked.

“What are you talking about?” Noah shook his head, confused.

“How do you go from dumb to dumber this fast?”

Now he looked towards me. “Excuse me?”

“You could have texted Chase or Malcolm to ask about bringing a date. But in the group chat where Y/N could see, why the fuck would you do that?” I questioned.

“Why not?” Noah shrugged nonchalantly.

He’s your brother. You can’t hit him.

“I don’t know if you’re trying to make her jealous or what, but if this blows up in your face,” Orie shook his head while leaning against the wall.

“It won’t, like I told you guys before, I need to at least attempt to move on,” Noah turned back towards his computer, loading up Twitch.

“Okay but, I don’t think-,” I started.

“Let it go,” Noah spoke over his shoulder, not bothering to glance my way.

“This isn’t an attempt to move on. You’re doing this on purpose and it’s messy, Noah.” I examined.

“Dude- don’t, I don’t need a lecture. It’s just casual. Bailey and I are just hanging out-that’s it,” he explained before motioning towards his door. “Can you close the door behind you?”

With a long breath, Orie and I shared a look before retreating out of his room.

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The sudden commotion coming from down the hall gave me pause as I stared at myself in the mirror, wondering if it was worth walking through my door to socialize. I compiled a list of excuses to use to get out of this little welcome-back party tonight but every single one Chase and Malcolm saw right through.

“My painting class ran late. I might not make it.”

Malcolm was there at 6:30 to pick me up; right on time.

“I’m on my period and the pain is terrible.”

Chase snickered. “You had your period last week.”

“Salem isn’t feeling well, I should take him to the vet.”

As Salem was doing his usual evening zoomies around the house as he played with one of his many toys that littered the floor throughout the house.

In the end, my excuses did nothing to keep me from this party tonight so much to my dismay, I forced a fake smile on my face. It wasn’t going to be easy tonight knowing that not only would Noah be here, me seeing him for the first time in almost two weeks, but also knowing he wasn’t alone.

He brought a date.

Good for him, I told myself. He deserves to be happy.

But you wanted it to be with you.

Forcing the thought to the far depths of my mind, I took a deep breath to steady myself then left my room to follow the commotion of the noise.

Holy shit.

The living room was packed with more people than I expected, music playing in the background. Besides Chase, Malcolm, Byran, Matt, and the guys of Bad Omens, there were a few unfamiliar faces.

“What happened to a small party?” I teased Malcolm as I took a cup from him and took a small sip, the alcohol burning down my throat. “Oh, shit. What the fuck is this?”

The liquorice-tasting booze lingered on my tongue long after.

“Ouzo. Brought by Jesse Cash,” Malcolm nodded behind me.

My eyes widened as I turned around, eyes immediately connected with the guitarist and clean vocalist of Erra. My heart beat faster, my inner fangirl trying hard not to break free. I’d been a fan of theirs for years.

“Holy shit,” I stammered. “I’m not shitting on your alcohol choice. It’s great.”

Jesse smiled. “I hear you’re big into Greek mythology and thought it would fit to bring a popular Greek drink.”

I raised my cup to him in thanks before taking another small sip, this time the burning eased its way down my throat.

“So, you live with Noah and Jolly?” I asked Jesse.

“Yeah with Michael and Orie,” he answered just as two other unfamiliar faces appeared on either side of him.

I recognized Orie’s name as the one who directs their music videos the other I wasn’t completely familiar with. As we exchanged hello’s, Michael informed me he’d been a friend of Noah’s for a while and was in another band. After a while when Jolly and Nick joined the group, I began telling them about my trip to Japan until I felt a burning gaze to the side of my head.

My heart broke at the sight in front of me.

Noah was leaning against the wall, a small brunette standing up against his chest as her fingers played with the beads of his rosary, twirling it in her fingers. Whatever she was trying to talk to Noah fell on deaf ears as he bore his eyes straight down to his feet. Almost as if he knew I was watching, Noah gazed up towards me and when our eyes locked, he gently pried the rosary out of his date's hands, pushing her away slightly.

I coughed, embarrassed for being caught staring, and turned towards the couch sitting next to Chase.

“Are you okay?” He asked, ice-colored eyes peering over his cup towards Noah.

“She seems nice,” I spoke low while messing with a loose strand on the ripped part of my jeans.

Chase hummed low in his chest. “She’s practically throwing herself on him in front of everyone. It’s weird.”

Playfully, I smacked his chest then finished my drink with a wince, setting the empty cup on the table in front of me just as Michael sat on the other side of me.

“So, Hollow Souls in your band?”

I nodded with a small smile. “Yeah; me, Chase, and Malcolm.”

“I listened to your first two albums but can I say how excited I am for your new stuff,” Michael leaned against the couch, resting his arm across the back of it.

“We are too. There’s a new way we want to go, musically and lyrically, that’s going to differ from how we used to be.”

We continued to chat for a long while, Chase jumping in every once in a while, until someone sat on the couch across from me, his long legs stretching out to brush against my calf. Noah gave me a small smile.

“Hi,” he said.

I forced my best smile, ignoring the girl who sat next to him with her hand on his thigh.

“Hey.”

“You look good,” Noah nodded towards me. “Have a good trip?”

“Yeah. I love my dad and had a lot of fun but I was ready to come home.”

Noah's eyes glinted. “Missed us?”

I shrugged while crossing my legs over at the ankles as I leaned back against Chase. “I missed Chase terribly. I don’t know how I went on without him after he left.”

A rouse of laughter echoed throughout the living room but the girl next to Noah watched with curious eyes.

“Hi, I’m Bailey,” She sat forward while extending her hand towards me. “It’s lovely to finally meet you. I’m a huge fan. ”

Noah and my intense gaze never broke until the hand shook in front of me again, almost reminding me to shake it. Breaking away reluctantly, I smiled at Bailey.

“Oh, hi. Nice to meet you as well,” I carefully shook her hand.

The burning gaze drilled into me as I let go of Bailey’s hand, subconsciously rubbing my palm on my thigh. Noah watched the two of us with intense eyes, darting back and forth with such speed.

“This guy talks a lot about you,” Bailey squeezed Noah’s thigh, making him stiffen.

I cleared my throat, blood draining from my face. “H-he does?”

She nodded with a smile. “Noah is a huge fan of Hollow Souls. I saw you guys on this last tour and needless to say, I was jealous that I couldn’t see him fill in with you guys those last few nights. I bet it was amazing performing together, having Noah’s great vocals with you. I mean, not saying yours are bad. But Trey’s always overshadowed it with his lyrics.”

My shoulders went rigid for two reasons; Trey and his lyrics.

Chase clicked his tongue before drowning down the rest of his drink. Malcolm, who stood behind the couch, reached over and squeezed my shoulder, knowing how deep I was about to go with this conversation.

“I write all the lyrics for Hollow Souls,” I informed Bailey.

Her eyes widened, still not removing her hand from Noah’s thigh. “I didn’t-. I read things online that said it was all Trey.”

I bit my lip, knowing that it wasn't her fault and she shouldn’t face my wrath. But it could have been because Trey was still such a sore subject for me or the fact that her hand was now grazing up and down on Noah’s thigh. Dr. Poulos told me I was running, and even Noah told me subliminally I was running. They were right and now look where it got me. Me, staring at another woman touching what was rightfully mine.

It didn’t work because the words slipped through my lips before I could stop them.

“Do you believe everything you read online?” I raised a teasing brow.

The tension in the room was thick, something everyone but this poor girl picked up on.

“No. I’m really sorry if I offended you, Y/N. It wasn’t my intention. I’ve just been a fan for years and always thought Trey wrote the songs,” Bailey said.

My jaw clenched but before I could retort, my phone rang, silencing all my words.

“Hello?” I sighed into it.

“Hi dear. Why so somber?”

My face broke out in a large smile at hearing my dad's voice. “Hi, dad. How are you?”

“Good, just got back from a run and wanted to check in.”

Malcolm smacked my shoulder. “Put it on speaker. I want to say hi.”

Rolling my eyes, I clicked the speaker button. “Dad, Malcolm wants to say hi.”

As the two of them talked, I dared a glance over to Noah and Bailey, and my stomach drop at the sigh; they were having their own deep conversation, her hand still resting against his thigh. Blinking away the tears that stung, I let out a shaky breath as my dad’s voice caught my attention.

“Dear, how did things go with what’s his name? Did you tell him the truth? Oh fuck, I can’t remember his name. OH! No-?”

Quickly taking the call off the speaker, I jumped from the couch and darted into the kitchen.

NOAH

Everyone tensed as Y/N scurried out of the room with her phone pressed to her ear. Even though Bailey was rambling my ear off about some topic I wasn’t paying attention too, I missed why Y/N abruptly left the room.

“Where’s she going?” I nodded toward the spot where Y/N previously sat.

Nick cleared his throat. “Her dad was calling to check in.”

“Why are you just sitting and zoning out then?” Bailey giggled. “What’s with the tension?”

Jolly shook his head with a smile. “There’s no tension. We’re all trying to figure out what song to listen to. Any requests?”

Something wasn’t adding up so after excusing myself to grab another drink, Bailey’s hand finally detached from my thigh. As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed Y/N was leaning against the counter, back to me and phone pressed to her ears. Her eyes were pinched closed by her fingers.

“No Dad, just leave it alone…. She seems nice, I can’t do that to him, it was a silly thing to even consider.”

My brows furrowed as my heart beat rapidly in my chest, wondering who she was talking about. I shouldn't eavesdrop, the gods know how much I hate that shit, but I couldn’t move. My feet were frozen in place as I stuffed my hands deep into my pockets.

“Look it’s not worth it now. I waited too long.”

Waited too long? For what?

Y/N talked for another minute then hung up with a sad sigh, slowly turning around with a shocked expression as she noticed me standing there.

“Noah! Hey! How long have you been standing there?” She shifted on her feet.

“Just walked by,” I lied. “I needed another beer. Everything alright with your dad?”

“Oh yeah, totally.”

We stood there in an awkward silence; something that wasn’t common between us.

“What’s that?” I wondered while pointing behind her.

Y/N raised a brow as she peered over her shoulder to the dining room and let out a small chuckle; my heart coming to life at the sound.

“Chase’s fish tank. The thing is fucking huge and why does it need to be seen through, I don’t know. But it’s his hobby and I’m not one to make fun of someone's hobby,” she said while walking over to the large fish tank.

It was one of those that you could look through and see whatever or whoever was standing onto the other side. A variety of colors, sizes, and kinds of fish swam slowly back and forth. In the awkward silence, I stared at the mustache of the catfish my eyes gliding over the tank, looking at it instead of her. Peering back at me was a pair of the most exquisitely beautiful pair of eyes.

Those angelic eyes. I accidentally pushed my face closer to the glass, she chuckled a little. We were still silent, not sure what to say exactly. She was ethereal, truly, on the other side of the tank. We now realize it was just the two of us at this moment. It was then that I noticed the large basket on the table behind her; a piece of paper with my name tapped to the front.

“Is that for me?” I asked while standing straight.

Y/N followed my gaze, staring at the basket for a long moment before snatching the paper off of it.

“Yea. Just a few things you wanted me to bring back for you.”

Her eyes never met mind as she fiddled with the paper between her fingers. I never got the chance to ask what was so important about that flimsy paper because Bailey’s voice called out for me.

“Noah! Can you grab me a beer on your way back?”

JESSE

I had to admit, privately in the corners of myself of course- Y/N was absolutely stunning. Even I couldn’t deny that. The first few minutes of speaking with her, she definitely had an allure. I could see why Noah was so captivated at first.

But to say I was perplexed was an understatement.

I knew my friend; I knew his little quirks, habits, his way around words, and lack thereof. He knew how to get off scot easy. I observed Noah and Y/N, the awkward moments that only selected of us knew.

Fuck.

The elephant was only getting larger with one passing moment. I wanted to get up and start yelling “Cut the shit! You love each other!”

I hated this mess that was sitting on the left of me.

Noah’s actions were almost mirroring hers. It was painful to watch. The twitching, the shifting of eyes, the touching of hair. Noah’s hair was so long- he would touch the strands and twirl it and when she laughed too hard with Michael, I almost thought Noah was going to rip out a strand.

A few other things I noticed? Bailey filled up her drink twice. Y/n watched her like a hawk, and Noah watched her watch Bailey.

What a fucking hellhound of a night.

Bailey was a nice girl, but even I could see her head was too blown up into Noah land to realize she was a mere plot device, a way of distraction from the one across from her. Poor naïve thing.

Not being able to take it anymore I glanced at Noah intensely, taking off my glasses. He looked back; he knew what I was getting at. I shook my head, direction to the hallway “

We need to talk my eyes said.

Noah sighed before slipping away from Bailey, who was staring down at the contents of her drink, body swaying slightly. But when she noticed Noah was leaving, she grazed his back while he did. Noah froze for a moment before shrugged his shoulders, her touch falling from his back.

I quickly looked to Y/N and realized she was watching the two of them over the rim of her cup, usual bright eyes dulled from the alcohol and the sight of Noah with someone else. He never left her vision- even if she thought he did. And she was the same. That shrug was small, but it did its job.

Once out of earshot, I crossed my arm over my chest. “Noah-.”

“Jesse,” he cut me off with my name. “I can’t deal with any more bullshit lectures tonight. Seriously, I’m a grown man.”

“Are you?” I raised a brow while pointing back to the living room. “Because the shit is extremely uncomfortable for all of us. You’re acting like some teen throwing a toy around, waiting for a reaction.”

“That’s fucked up,” Noah’s eyes narrowed.

“Well, am I wrong?” I shot back.

He sighed and I could tell he was tired of it. He was tired of the constant telling him what to do, and what to say; from all of us, but he was so fucking stubborn. Noah had to have been one of the most intense friends I’ve ever encountered. I love him, but, this was even breaking me down mentally.

All I wanted was for my friend, and my new friend to wake the fuck up.

“Look dude,” I sighed while running a hand over my chin. “I won’t say anything. But this is just uncomfortable, please understand that?”

“I do, but it doesn’t have to be. I’m trying to test the waters. I’m sorry for dragging you all into this.”

I patted his shoulder. “We’re here for you man, we know what this is doing to you. We know Baley isn’t where your head’s at. But I have to ask; you already know about Y/N’s condition and why she walked away. What’s the point of this?”

Noah rested his hands on his hips as he stared down at his feet before lifting to meet my gaze. “She won’t talk to me. I mean Y/N talks to me- but she won’t let me in. She doesn’t trust me enough to tell me the truth. And that fucking hurts, Jesse.”

“This isn’t it brother, come on, you’re better than this,” I tried to reason.

“Am I?”

My shoulders fell at the Scorpio's stubbornness. “Yeah, you are and Y/N knows that. She’s distraught out there, Noah.”

“I just need her to tell me herself,” Noah opened his arms wide to the side before they fell, slapping his thighs. The sound bounced off the walls of the hallway. “I need her to need me.”

With a deep sigh, I eventually nodded before wrapping an arm around his shoulder, leading us back into the living room where Noah’s eyes immediately caught Michael and Y/N standing far off in the corner of the room, talking amongst themselves.

It was about to be a fucking zoo soon.

NOAH

I stared at the floor, my shoes, and anywhere that was avoidant to her gaze. I was avoidant of the woman in front of me. She was throwing herself at me, that much I could tell. Angel looked so beautiful, it’s all I could think of. Her beauty was unparalleled, it couldn’t be outshined by anyone.

She was glowing; the trip did wonders for her, and I was happy to see it. I wasn't, however, happy with the situation I was in, Bailey on my left- that was one thing. Michael was telling Y/N a joke, something about Japanese mice, I couldn’t fucking tell.

I was counting to 10, something my therapist, Dr. Poulos suggested I do when I find myself in situations I can't control.

“I don’t see what’s so funny,” I grumbled into the rim of my beer bottle.

“I didn’t say anything funny,” Bailey answered.

A low noise rumbled in my chest as I continued to watch Michael and Y/N. I wasn’t worried about Michael- so why my jaw clenched and my tongue kept moving I wasn’t sure.

No, I fucking knew. I wanted to stand across from her, encasing around her space. I wanted to be the one who told Y/N jokes.

I began twisting my hair with my fingers-a strand was sure to snap off if it didn’t already.

Michael chuckled while glancing at me, noticing my twisted expression. My beer was tight in my hands, I kept fiddling with the paper on the bottle; a distraction is what I kept running into- always a fucking distraction.

Michael lifted his arm to cough into it, a silent way of telling me he knew I knew.

It was innocent; I wasn’t even mad at him. I just yearned for the comfort of Y/N’s laughter directed at me. Bailey chuckled at something I said a little ago but it did nothing- not even an artery moved. I only felt one emotion; guilt.

I stood there thinking it didn’t matter. Y/N was the one I wanted, all I ever wanted but knew I need a fucking miracle.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Malcolm cheered while reading something on his phone, catching all of our attention. “My House is being released tomorrow!”

“Shut the fuck up, really?” Y/N quickly left Michael's side to jump over the couch in between Chase and Malcolm.

I couldn’t help but smile seeing Michael standing there alone.

“I thought the label wanted to wait at least another month,” Chase said.

Malcolm shrugged. “The email said that with the successes of Bad Omens new single, they wanted Hollow Souls to release one.”

“You’re welcome,” Folio raised his beer in the air.

“My House?” Bailey said. “I’m stoked you have a song ready to be released out into the wild already. Damn! What are the chances you and Noah’s band have songs out during the same time, it’s like you wrote it at the same time or something.”

Everyone in the room, besides Bailey, shifted uncomfortably, and I finished my beer in two long gulps.

“I like the title,” I said.

Y/N gave me a curt smile before giving her attention back to Malcolm, who had his phone poised ready to record a video.

“Hey everyone, it’s Malcolm from Hollow Souls. I’m here with some friends.”

He peered the phone towards Chase, who threw up a peace sign, then to Y/N who gave a small wave. “Hi! We just wanted to come on Instagram to let you all know that our new single My House will be released tomorrow night. It’s going to be different from things we’ve released in the past but we’re still so excited for you all to hear it!”

Chase was next to pull out his phone before Y/N’s electric voice began playing through the speaker.

I feel you in these walls. You're a cold air creeping in. Chill me to my bones and skinI heard you down the hall but it's vacant when I'm looking in. Who let you in?

Shit. My entire body and essence became electric upon hearing the new vocal range from Y/N. The rawness of her voice told us everything we needed to know.

“Alright, that’s all the sneak peek you guys get. Listen, tomorrow on Octane at eight to hear the whole thing,” Chase pointed to the screen.

Once they finished their video for Instagram, Bailey was on them before they even had the chance.

“I love the lyrics, Y/N. What’s the meaning behind them?”

I gently grabbed her hand, already having a feeling I knew what this new song was about. “They probably don’t want an interview right now, Bailey.”

“No,” Y/N spoke with confidence. “It’s fine. The song is about taking your life back. When something is toxic and hurting you, you need to let go of it, no matter how hard that can be. Almost like you’re not trapped under that person’s gaze anymore when they judge you when they tell you what you want or what you can and can’t do. It’s about kicking them out. I had help, but it’s been freeing.”

She rested her head against Malcolm's shoulder while linking fingers with Chase.

My eyes immediately locked with hers as I took a deep inhale and then a low exhale. You could almost hear a pin drop it was that quiet.

“Fuck, that’s so good, Y/N! I’m happy for you.”

My hands shook at my sides as Jolly turned his attention towards me, sporting his typical Dad Omens expression.

“Told you,” he mouthed.

Pushing off of the wall, I stalked into the kitchen for another beer; my third one in the last 3 hours. However, I walked right past the fridge to grip the sink, letting my head fall as I let out a shaky breath.

You’re such a dumbass. Always overthinking shit that has nothing to do with you.

I screwed my eyes shut tight, forcing the thoughts out of my mind before they burrowed themselves deep.

Soft footsteps echoed behind me as I felt her familiar presence at my back. “She’s really sweet.”

My face jerked as I winced, still facing the cabinet so she couldn’t see my face. The guilt for once again overthinking a situation that could have easily been fixed with a simple conversation.

“Yeah, she’s okay,” I admitted.

I sucked in a breath as I turned to face her, realizing how close she was. The familiar pull of the string that bound our hearts together glowed brightly. I felt it pulsating deep within my chest.

“Just okay? Where’d you meet her?” She wondered.

I cleared my throat. “The record shop.”

Y/N hummed while gazing up at me through lashes and I hoped she couldn’t hear how loud my heart paced against its cage in my chest.

“What did you think of Nowhere To Go?” I asked in a low voice, fingers itching to reach for her to pull her close, closing the last little of bit empty space between us.

Her jaw ticked, something I noticed right away. “It was fantastic.”

I raised a brow, testing the waters because I wanted to know how she truly felt. “Yeah?”

Y/N’s fingers played with the end of my rosary necklace and I shuddered a breath, not daring to let her know how bad her presence was affecting me.

“Noah, I need to-.”

“Y/N! Salem got stuck in the closet again!” Chase called from the living room causing her to jump back in surprise.

“Uh, shit. I should go,” She threw a thumb over a shoulder, a red hue covering her face.

I nodded. “Ye-yea. Sure.”

There was only one thing on my mind as I watched her retreat into the living room.

What the fuck was she going to say?

NOAH

We all piled into the studio, waiting patiently for eight pm. Orie, Michael, and Jolly were taking up space on the couch in the room while both Nicks sat on the floor, playing some card game. I was too preoccupied to care. Jesse sat with me at the computer, watching me as I almost counted down the minutes. My knee bounced with anticipation. We spent the entire day recording our next song, hoping to have it released within the next few months. My phone blew up with texts from Bailey but I ignored each one of them, not wanting the distraction.

Jesse smirked while eating a bag of chips. “Excited?”

I threw him a sideways glance. “Fuck off. Feelings aside for her, this is big for Hollow Souls. It's their first song without what’s his face. It could make or break them, but we know it’ll fucking make them.

“Shit, Noah!” Nick all but yelled. “It’s eight! Turn it on.”

Quickly turning to Octane, we heard the DJ’s voice blare through the speakers in the room.

“Alright, are you guys ready for some new music? This comes from LA’s own Hollow Souls; which became a three some recently. A lot of fans were upset with the departure of Trey but unlike those fans, I’m fucking stoked to hear this new direction they’re going. Here is My House!”

“I feel you in these walls. You're a cold air creeping in. Chill me to my bones and skin. I heard you down the hall. But it's vacant when I'm looking in. Who let you in?

Once again, Y/N’s voice brought chills all over my body and I leaned forward to rest my elbow on the desk in front of me.

“Never thought that I would feel like this. Such a mess when I'm in your presence. I've had enough, I think you've been making me sick. Gotta get you out of my system. It's my house and I think it's time to get out. It's my soul. It isn't yours anymore. It's my house and I think it's time to get out. Yeah, I think it's time to get out.”

I danced in my seat to the music; the drums resonating deep in my bones. I knew Hollow Souls were worried about the change in the band, instrumental-wise since Y/N was taking guitar lessons from their guitar tech. But since she wasn't quite ready for the release of this song, their guitar tech filled in. Regardless, it was fucking perfect.

“You walk around I can hear your pace. Circling my bed frame. Now we're face to face. Head on my pillowcase. But darling, you can't stay.”

“Don’t even try to overthink that line, Noah!” Jolly spoke from behind me. “It’s clearly about Trey.”

I flipped him the middle finger, not letting his words wipe the proud smile off my face.

“Haven't you heard? I'm not yours anymore. I'm not yours anymore. It's my soul, and I think it's time to get out. Haven't you heard? I'm not yours anymore. I'm not yours anymore. It’s my house.”

“That’s my angel,” I rested my chin in my palm, still sporting the brightest and widest smile.

I was so engrossed at the end of the song that I didn’t catch the shared look between Jolly and Jesse, them each sporting their own smiles.

My fingers worked fast to type out the new message.

ME: Hey, that song is great! angel, see!? What the hell were you even worried about. You are the heart of the band, I knew you and the guys would kill it!

Y/N's response was almost immediate, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was waiting for me to text her.

Angel 🪽: Thank you, mochi. That means a lot coming from you. 🖤

ME: Always.

For the next few minutes, I chatted with the guys as we thought about ways to make our next single a step head of Nowhere To Go. But I couldn't stop staring at my phone, needing to talk to her again.

ME: Hey again

Angel 🪽: lol hi again.

ME: Just really wanted to say I’m proud of you, Angel. I’m glad I saw you last night.

Angel 🪽: Thank you, mochi. Again! Truly. Always a pleasure seeing your face.

I stared at that reply for what felt like minutes. She was tiptoeing around me, and this time it was my fault. I think I’m fucking this up.

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eustasskidagenda · 11 months

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Hello! I love your writing! May I request some fluff with Kid, Killer, Mihawk, and Buggy where their s/o who has little cooking experience tries to surprise them by cooking something for them? Whether the food be good or bad is up to you! Thank you and have a good day!

Hi hi! Sure, always up for some fluff and I'm so happy to receive a request with Killer, I love this guy. ♡ Thank you so much for requesting. I hope the outcome will match your expectations. ☆

☆ Kid, Killer, Mihawk & Buggy with a s/o who has little cooking experience

CW :g/n reader, funny, fluff, Kid has a filthy mouth

WC : 1,4k

Kid

"It looks like shit. I won't put that in my mouth."

Kid is a sassy brat because this man is able to burn the water. Spaghetti with garlic, oil, and red pepper flakes is probably the only thing he can cook. Yes, Killer's favorite food. But he won't ever admit that he learned that just for Killer, obviously. He needs to keep his jaggy-attitude, as the good angry punk he is.

Kid knows you have little cooking experience and had tried to eat what you cooked, but he ended up almost suffocating and dying on the ground. He made a promise to himself to only eat Killer's food. And we all know Kid is stubborn. He won't change his mind: you almost killed him, he will never eat your food again.

But then, he notices your sad face, wet puppy eyes and all the effort you put into the meal. And, it’s his favorite food: cabbage rolls. Okay, now his heart is melting, but of course, he won’t admit it.

"Well. It looks like shit but… it doesn't smell that bad." With a heavy sigh, he rolls his eyes and sniffs the plate like a fearful dog.

He stares at you, suspicious, before planting his fingers on the cabbage rolls, watching if there are no bugs or whatever. Yes, he's been suspicious, petty, and he doesn't give a damn. "It looks… okay I guess."

Actually, he's confused. That food looks like it's comestible. Perhaps it's a trap. He should wait for Killer to taste it first. Or just stuff those cabbage rolls into your mouth: if you don't die or cough, maybe he'll try it.

"You know, if I die because of this food, I'll come back to life to avenge myself," before grabbing the cabbage rolls and eating an extremely small slice.

He's sweating, convinced that the nice appearance won't make up for the terrible taste. But… actually… it's… good. Like, he's not dying or suffocating on the ground. He doesn't even need to go to the nearest bathroom.

"Can I have some more?" After eating the whole plate and almost licking it like a starving person. He doesn't like to give compliments, but do you remember the scene at Udon camp where he was eating? Right now, it's him. So clearly, he likes what you cooked.

Kid is not a man many words and "thank you" doesn't exist in his dictionary. Although he would notice all the efforts you made and even the cuts on your fingers, the words are simply stuck in his throat. But, he would kiss your forehead and smear his lipstick on it. And later, he would leave a handmade metal gift of your favorite flower or animal, as a 'thank you'. Gifts are a way for Kid to show his love.

"You know what, I've changed my mind. Now I'll also eat your food." With his usual gruff voice and a flustered expression.

Killer

Killer is way nicer than his captain. Quality time is definitely his love language. So if you cook something for both of you, he's honored, truly happy and probably melting inside. The outcome doesn't matter that much. The intention already means a lot to him.

Let’s assume the outcome is not that good.

"Hm, Y/N, that seems… interesting. Really al dente." While observing the carbonized pasta.

Even without his mask, he's good at hiding his expressions. He's probably laughing because of the SMILE, but actually he wants to cry. He feels truly happy when you try your hardest just for him, but on the flipside, he knows it won't taste good.

Why him? Is dealing with a brat like Kid not enough for his poor soul?

If he gets sick from this food, who will keep an eye on Kid? He can't take a break with that hot-headed captain. Otherwise, the crew is doomed.

But he wants to please you, so he will taste it. And even finish the entire plate. Even if it was bad. You tried your best, just for him, all he can do is finish his food. However, he is not dishonest. "That wasn't very tasty, sweetie... But you tried your best to please me, thank you for your time. Maybe we can cook together the next time? I'll teach you some tips."

Finally, it's a win-win situation: thanks to your limited cooking experience, he has a good reason to spend more time with you. He’s already excited to teach you some recipe.

And as the educated guy he's, Killer will of course make the dishes himself, clean up the kitchen and thank you with a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. So now his purple lipstick is smeared on your face.

"I need to finish my work… I'll see you tonight. Thank you again for the meal, sweetie."

Casually walking through the door and once he's out of your view, he would run to the bathroom because he's getting sick.

"Ugh, you did that to yourself" (thank you for the support, Kid)

Mihawk

What a nice surprise to be welcomed with a beautiful table, his s/o well-dressed, red wine and some refined food. After dealing with Perona and Zoro all day, he only needs that.

Mihawk's high standards mean that if the food is looking great, it's a good sign. He would never approach anything that looks bad.

He knows that you may not have much cooking experience, but practice can help you make progress, right? Although the last time wasn't good, you can only improve yourself. Right? Right?

At least, if he dies from intoxication, the coffin will already be ready, thanks to his ship.

"Come share that wine with me, don't stay standing like this." While serving you a glass of red wine.

He's a bit suspicious about the food. Even though the meal may be nice, it doesn't guarantee it's good and tasty.

He's discreetly taking a sniff of the food. He has good manners, unlike those two brats, so he won’t make it obvious.

"Come sit with me and we can taste it together."

With his hawk eyes, he's looking at you and waiting for you to eat the food first. He's really observant, so he would notice all your expressions, even the most subtle ones. As your face shows no signs of disgust, then he would eat.

And its taste really good. Although it may not be the most refined, given his high-standard, it's tasty, comestible, and well-matched to the wine. The most important thing for him. You can't waste a good wine with a bad dinner.

"You really outdid yourself, that was perfect. I’m grateful."

Again, not a man of many words, but with his good manners, he would help you clean the dishes. Before returning to his duties (meaning: watching the kids), he would lend you his hat. This is a simple gift and a subtle way to say 'thank you'.

Buggy

"What, you did that for me? Why…? I mean, of course, you cook for me. What more normal? I'm the great Buggy after all."

He's feeling quite confused inside. Outside, he's acting as cocky and extravagant as he always has. After all, what’s more typical for the great Buggy to be served with a great meal? That's the minimum he deserves.

"Alright, let's eat it!" Before stuffing a huge amount of food in his mouth. And almost threw it back onto the plate. It's… foul.

"Y/N, WAS OUR RELATIONSHIP A LIE THE WHOLE TIME? WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?"

Really? What has he done wrong? Did he leave his makeup everywhere again? Or his clothes? Or maybe it's because he forgot to put down the toilet seat. Or... wait a second... there is red on the plate... red tomatoes… like his nose... are you making fun of him? How dare you? Yes, he's overthinking.

"That's a betrayal, I'm dying... I'm dead."

He's yelling and gesticulating wildly, and his face almost turns green due to the awful taste, but also red due to his anger.

He’s dramatically angry, of course.

"Listen everyone! y/n is trying to KILL me!"

The room is empty but okay Buggy.

He's exaggerating too much, it's not that bad. But here he is, rolling on the floor, holding his stomach, fainting. And as the drama queen, he is, of course, he’s using his devil fruit to fragment his bodies. "I'm so traumatized that I'm TORN apart."

When he notices your sadness, he shrugs.

"Ugh, Y/N, you know, maybe it was just the first slice…" he would say before giving one more chance to your plate. No, it's still bad.

"That's a masterpiece, Y/N. I'm in heaven." While trying to hide his tears. "So tasty!"Yes, he's trying to please you, because maybe he overreacted before and maybe he feels bad because you were sad.

But Buggy is way too loud and clumsy, he sucks with comedy. It's obvious that he's lying.

"That's fine, don't force yourself Buggy."

"Really? So our relationship wasn't a complete lie? Thank you Y/N, I love… I mean, what are you saying? I wasn't forcing myself, I'm the great Buggy, duh, no one can force me."

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diomaster69 · 11 months

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Jotaro Kujo (Part 3) x Reader

Dating Jotaro Kujo would include:

- Boy I don’t even know how the hell you got him to fall for you. You probably didn’t bother him like his fangirls and just talked to him like a normal human being. I feel that’s all he wants

- It might take him a while to actually start liking you, he’ll slowly start falling though as he realizes you’re a pretty cool and chill person

- Chillin with him while he smokes whether you join him or not

- If you don’t like the smell of smoke (like me and my lungs fr) then he won’t smoke in front of you, though that doesn’t mean he might have the scent of cigarettes on him

- We established he’s a tsundere, he loves you a lot just doesn’t know how to show it straight up, especially in the beginning

- If you ask him out he’d accept, probably acting like he doesn’t care and pulls his hat down to hide his face and smile

- If he asks you out he’d keep it very straightforward, short, and simple. It’s just “Let’s go on a date.” And you BETTER accept, do not break this big guy’s heart :(

- The first date would also be simple, maybe a small picnic in the park or going out for food

- I feel a lot of the dates wouldn’t include a ton of talking, and if there is talking then you’d be doing a good amount of it. Jotaro comes off as the type of guy who enjoys just being in your presence

- So basically his love language is quality time

- He’ll give you small gifts like seashells and jewelry or have Star Platinum get things for you if you wanted

- As your relationship progresses his gifts will get bigger. Such as giant ocean animal plushies

- More dates like going to an arcade so he can win you prizes effortlessly and impress you

- There will be aquarium dates, might be the place where you first kiss. Picture it, standing under a tunnel of fish swimming all around you and he pulls you in for a kiss

- Will beat people up for you, no questions asked

- You got a girl from school picking on you? Don’t worry, his fists are rated E for everyone. Equal rights equal fights

- Will not let his fan girls bother you, like they will never even get close to you (don’t ask how)

- Listening to music together whether it’s blasting in his room, on the car while you guys watch the stars, or sharing ear buds

- Even though he holds up his bad boy personality around everyone including his mom, he has his moments where he just melts with you

- Please hold his face once in a while, he’ll love it

- Very minimal PDA, closest you get is you and him wrapping your pinky fingers (if his giant hands let him)

- His mom would love you so much oh my god, sweetest woman alive

- She’d invite you to come over so often and loves that someone got Jotaro to settle down with

- Jotaro’s friends would be so surprised if they found out he was dating someone, Kakyoin wouldn’t be as surprised but Polnareff? Polnareff would be so lost as to how Jotaro got a girlfriend before him

- Forehead kisses, he has to bend down all the time to kiss yours

- Probably has back problems because of you

- Despite his fists being brutally scarred and coarse, he’s so gentle whenever he touches you in any way. I feel his hugs are the best and he’ll try to be careful when you hold hands

- Will carry you

- Let’s you wear his hats and clothes (but not for too long cause he wants them back)

- If you ever go on any transport, plane, boat, train, you name it, he will let you rest on him. Just don’t bring Joseph, it’ll give Jotaro PTSD

- Carefully caresses your face and admires every part of it, even plays with your hair

- If you can see Star Platinum he would love you so much, they say that Stands are a reflection of one’s soul. So basically Star will be very excited to be out and to see you

- Jotaro will smile with you a lot more than others

- He’s not the best at communication but once you get to know him it’s very easy to tell how he’s feeling

There’s probably more stuff but that’s all I got for this one. I am currently going through a JJBA brain rot please let me know if you have any requests!

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gojo-chan · 6 months

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Fluff alphabet with Xiao

A little sfw alphabet for our favourite Adeptus, no usage of y/n and the reader is gender neutral

Warnings: none just fluffy fluff, because it’s Xiao there is a teeny tiny bit of angst like he’s insecure etc, slight spoilers of Xiao’s story and voicelines, English isn’t my first language so if you see mistakes please tell me

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

He likes the way you can calm him, reassure him that he’s doing enough… he likes how you just love him for who he is and don’t judge him for his past and weaknesses. He likes feeling understood

B = Bonding (what's your favorite mutual bonding activity?)

He just melts when he lays his head on your lap and you start tracing his tattoo, feeling his scars etc… just feeling his skin with your soft touch

However, it will take him some time to let you be that intimate with him. (He will flinch the first times you try to caress him, even if you warn him beforehand)

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Xiao will never admit it but he likes to be cradled and held. Please let him rest him on top of you but don’t comment on it or he’ll never do it again…

When you want to be held, he’ll gladly do it, embracing you until you fall asleep in his arms

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Dates with Xiao would be very peaceful and calm in general. Before being in a relationship with you, Xiao knew barely anything about dates, so he was a little nervous at the idea of having some with you. He likes to take you out to stroll in quiet areas of Liyue, where he just holds your hand and enjoys your presence and the scenery

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

At the beginning of your relationship, Xiao finds it very difficult to show you how he feels. He has a hard time communicating with his words and prefers to use actions and kind gestures to convey his love. After some time, he gets a little better at expressing his feelings but his love language doesn’t change

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Xiao would not be comfortable at the idea of having a family. He is the protector of Liyue, the Vigilant Yaksha and the Conqueror of Demons, he does not have time for such things. If you take enough time to convince him (you better be immortal lol) he will maybe give it a thought

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Giving you gifts wouldn’t be something regular for him. It’s always unexpected and so meaningful. Xiao doesn’t give you gifts to give you gifts. He shares a part of his soul, it’s like a piece of his dedication towards you. You talked about something you liked to him? He will store this information in a corner of his mind and offer it to you when you already forgot about it

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

In public, Xiao will never hold your hands. He’s not a fan of pda and if you just look at him lovingly in front of others he will pass away.

When the both of you are alone though, he likes to touch your hands, feel your palm and fingers with his. It just feels very intimate to him

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

He will blame himself. Please reassure him or he’ll never forgive himself… he will make sure you’re alright and patch you up the best he can. He even would go to Bubu pharmacy to see if there is a way to relieve the pain

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Xiao isn’t a prankster (shocking I know) though he appreciates humorous people and will gladly listen to your jokes with a slight smile plastered on his face

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Whatever you do, he will always be a blushing mess afterwards. He is the most comfortable with soft and short kisses where your lips barely touch

When you do kiss him more passionately, he just stops functioning. He will look at you wide-eyed and just won’t say a word, completely flustered

L = Love Confession (how'd they confess to you? how'd you get together?)

I think your relationship just kind of happened. He is the kind of guy to dismiss his feelings towards you until you’re literally hugging him. Afterwards he notices how much effect you have on him and it’s honestly a little scary to him

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

During the festival season, no one used to pray to him. That’s until you came in his life, and each year, offered incense for him. He said he didn’t care that people wouldn't pray for him but when you did, something felt so special about it. It made his heart flutter and he thinks seeing you being all giddy about it afterwards makes it the best memory of you two. Even if it’s “simple” it means so much more to him

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

The mere thought of hurting you on accident makes him sick. What is his karmic debt ended up harming you? What if you saw him in his true form and were so terrified or disgusted by it that you would leave him? These thoughts could easily make Xiao spiral and in these moments he just needs you to reassure him, although he will never ask for any kind of support

O = Obvious (how obvious do they make it that they like you?)

Noticing that Xiao fell for you was quite difficult. He dismissed his own feelings for a long time and hid his emotions towards you even more. The only “clue” would have been that he actually cared for you. He would enjoy spending time with you, unlike with other mortals

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

I think pet names are one of the things Xiao doesn’t really understand about humans. You have a name why should he call you something else..? If you insist he’ll call you something like “love” to make you happy

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Xiao doesn’t feel the need to be vocal during your quality time. Just cuddling with you in bed will already make him feel so content without the need to utter a word. It could also be just sitting outside in the evening, silently admiring how the sun goes down in Liyue while his fingers are intertwined with yours

R = Romance (how romantic are they?)

Xiao is romantic in his own way. He doesn’t know much about human love traditions, so he just shows you his loves his own way. It can be by just by discreetly sliding your hand in his (it wasn’t on purpose of course, we all believe you Xiao) or by letting you eat some of his almond Tofu without complaining

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Xiao is not one to discuss about how he feels. He will open up with some a lot of time and tell you about his past, but they are some things that will remain a mystery to you

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Just getting to talk to him was a hassle, imagine getting him to realise that he likes you and that you like him back?! You better be patient because this man will take forever to get in a relationship with you

U = Unique (what makes them unique?)

As an Adeptus, I think Xiao is already pretty unique. He has a few cute quirks that will always make you smile (like eating snow). In a relationship, Xiao would be quite unique too. Since he’s not a human and knows not much about them, he handles his love for you in his own way, clumsily but very sweetly

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? do they like to show you off?)

Like I said before, Xiao isn’t a pda-fan at all. He would be very proud of building a trusting relationship between you two but he would definitely not show it in public. Not a lot of people would even know that he is in a relationship with someone

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He would be terrified at the thought of loosing you. Xiao probably wouldn’t even let you fight along with him, but if you were to, he would be overprotective give his absolute best.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Very, very poorly… he just doesn’t get human emotions (he tries his best with you though 🥺). As time goes on, he starts to get used to your habits and gets a grasp of how to deal with your emotions. Be patient with him, he really wants to understand you

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

I just imagine him doing his research asking Zhongli on how to correctly propose. Poor guy he is completely panicked at the idea of messing up. Once he’s prepared enough, he will take you to a nice calm spot under the moonlight and get on one knee. He will be so nervous during the whole evening, it would be impossible for you not to notice it.

Z = Zzz (how do they act when they're sleepy? what's it like sharing a bed with them?)

Xiao canonically doesn’t sleep, but if you were to let him rest on your chest while playing with his hair… there would be a slight chance of him dozing off… 🤫

When you’re asleep in your shared bed though, Xiao likes look at you sleeping. He prays he doesn’t come of as a creep, but seing you so peaceful just does something to him

Thank you for reading!

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treasureyourfire · 6 months

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~Pick a Pile~

Your Strength ~ Your Weakness ~ Advice from your Spirit Guides

(English is not my mother language, sorry for the mistakes.)

I am excited to present to you my first Pick a Pile reading. >w<

I would appreciate any feedback on which Pile you chose and whether the message resonated with you or not. <3

From the three images below, choose the one that attracts you the most, or even more, as your intuition tells you. If you didn't recognize yourself in any of the readings, none of its messages resonated with you, don't worry. There may not be a message for you in these three readings, maybe another time. SEQUENCE: - Pile 1 - Top image - Pile 2 - Lower left image - Pile 3 - Lower right image

These are GENERAL readings, so they are not exactly right for everyone.

If the message does not resonate with you, feel free to let it go.

TIMELESS readings, whenever you can find them, apply to your current state or situation in that particular period.

The artist: Polina Bright www.polinabright.com

~Pile 1~

Your Strength - Ace of Pentacles

Your Weakness – Reversed Two of Swords

Advice from your Spirit Guides - Reversed Chariot

You are able to see and take advantage of the opportunities that arise in your material world, which are usually fruitful for you. You have the ability to create financial security and prosperity for yourself. You thrive well in the world of material, work and money, you handle your possessions wisely and with a sure hand, which you are happy to share with those around you. You like to give in general and give gifts to others. Gift-giving may be your primary love language. Value is more important to you than quantity, even in your private life. You strive to establish lasting relationships and you are loyal to your loved ones, who can count on your support in good and bad times.

You are usually balanced, but there are situations when - although you try to balance in the inner turmoil - you accumulate your feelings, which can burst out of you all at once in the end or lead to an unexpected mood change. Perhaps you have recently been forced into a decision-making situation, maybe a new, unknown path is ahead of you, which entails greater responsibility, and this may have triggered a similar condition for you. You like to examine all sides of a case, and you are reluctant to make a hasty decision -which is totally fine- but, unfortunately, this can lead to anxiety and restlessness in the long run. You may feel confused and overwhelmed, impatient with others. When your doubts are too loud in your head, they can paralyze you and prevent you from moving forward towards your goals. Because of these loud fears or beliefs, it can be difficult for you to hear your own inner voice, when your intuition and your self-confidence are pushed into the background.

To get out of this jam and make a decision, you need to listen to your inner compass in your own silence. For this, you need patience with yourself and others, while it is worth considering the direction. "Is this my true path?" "What is my real purpose?" "What do I really want?" Although this card appeared reversed, I feel that you are guided by a pure, noble intention, you are not aggressive and you do not run over others, it is just a struggle for you to get ahead. Step back a little from the situation, examine your motivations, staying honest with yourself. When your thoughts are clear and your worries are calmed, you can regain your clarity, which can put control back into your hands. If you find what your TRUE purpose is, focus on it unwaveringly. Trust yourself, your knowledge, be determined, but patient. Follow your intuition, your softly whispering guiding star.

~Pile 2~

Your Strength - Reversed Eight of Wands

Your Weakness - Queen of Wands

Advice from your Spirit Guides – Six of Cups

You are a passionate soul, whether you are an artist or an athlete, and you are happy to show your talent to the world. In terms of creativity, you have your own unique style, which may be unusual and surprising for others, but certainly interesting and exciting. You are an intuitive, life-affirming, freedom-loving person, full of drive and energy. You are ambitious when it comes to your goals. You would prefer to be constantly on the move, progressing at an accelerated pace in the areas of your life that are important to you, but sometimes you may feel that external factors are hindering you. If you slow down a bit, you have the opportunity to overcome obstacles and difficulties that slow you down with patience, persistence and focus. It can be characteristic of your creativity or other areas of your life that you are ready to go against general expectations and norms.

If you handle the fire inside you wisely, you will inspire and enthuse others, you will feed their souls with your loving warmth, but if the flames break free, you can burn them around you. Be careful. You have a fiery temperament, you have a definite idea about everything, your fierceness can sometimes cause conflict with those around you, and your strong attachment to your own views can hinder you in situations where adaptation, compromise or change is necessary. Your courage is indisputable, but be careful with recklessness and haste, you should stop and calmly think things over, consciously prepare for future situations before whatever you jump into.

It's worth putting your energies to good use. By respecting the opinions of others, with understanding, attention and kindness, you are able to create the intimate, supportive environment that you and those close to you need. Give to others from the loving warmth that is inside you. Nurture and take care of the relationships that are dear to your heart, even visit childhood friends, if that's what you want. Maybe what you need right now is to connect with your inner child, to recall the happy memories of your childhood, when even simple things brought joy. By recalling uplifting memories and nostalgic feelings, you may draw new soaring inspiration, perhaps helping to give you the necessary push for the next step.

~Pile 3~

Your Strength – Three of Cups

Your Weakness – Reversed Ten of Cups

Advice from your Spirit Guides - Justice

You are a friendly, kind, supportive person who likes to be in community, enjoy life and have good parties. Shared meals, music, and dancing are important ingredients for your happiness. With your cheerful character, you brighten the day of those close to you, your cheerfulness spreads to others, and you also gain strength from them, you can really recharge with them. Your friends and/or family relationships are a priority for you, you provide support to those who need it. You are a team player with whom others enjoy working together or spending their free time.

However, it happens that we are faced with conflicts in our relationships, and our internal harmony can also be upset due to external factors. Our emotions can overflow, because of this we don't always see clearly or act soberly. In such cases, you may be inclined to withdraw completely emotionally, cutting off the path to communication and mutual understanding.

As another option, it can also happen that sometimes you are surrounded by the wrong people, when you empty your own cup to the last drop for the benefit of others, but your efforts are not reciprocated. The lack of mutual support and one-sided efforts also point to imbalance in relationships. This can result in you being emotionally drained totally and enervate. Your colorful world turns gray, your zest for life leaves you.

If you find yourself in this situation, if you can, take a break and step back a little. Try to examine yourself and the situation with an external eye, calmly and quieting your emotions. Don't let your upset feelings cloud your good judgment. Face your inner driving forces so that you can take responsibility for yourself and your actions. Be honest with yourself and others. Think it over, weigh it up, then take the next step thoughtfully, with a conscious decision, and with honest intentions. Let your inner Truth, your inner compass guide you. It can help if you look for activities or situations in your life that help you find your inner harmony again. These can be forms of meditation, yoga, or any meditative activity that strengthens you in your inner center.

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dallina17 · 6 months

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Some Velvette headcanons

Velvette was not her name as a human. But she didn't like her real name, it made her feel week and powerless, so she started to introduce herself as Velvette once in hell.

The only one who knows her real name is Vox. Not even Valentino. Not because she doesn't trust Valentino, but because she didn't want anyone to know her name. Vox finding out was an accident, but he doesn't tell anyone. Not even Val.

Vox only calls her by her real name when she really messes up and he is really mad at her. But that doesn't happen often, is more common to find Velvette mad with Vox or Valentino.

Speaking of mad, Velvette is the only one capable of shutting Valentino up with a scream when she is really angry with him and make Valentino feel in #danger. Like if she screams "VALENTINO" very furious, Valentino knows he really fucked up this time, it's better to shut up, ask for forgiveness and do what she says before she gets angrier.

That is the reason why Angel likes Velvette a little more than the other two Vees. He says, quote "Anyone capable of shutting Valentino up with a scream has my respect". Still, Angel doesn't exactly trust her and wouldn't want to be around her that much, but it's not exactly rude to her.

On the other hand, Velvette thinks that Angel is cool, but she doesn't think too much about him. He is Valentino's business. They are friendly acquaintances.

Velvette is not only the youngest Overlord, but in all the history of Overlords (except maybe for Alastor, but Alastor is weird) she is the one who became an Overlord in the shortest time.

She is very perceptive and knows what to say to make people do as she says and convince them, that's why she got her first soul just 6 months after arriving in hell. The average is five years.

It only took her a year to have a good amount of followers, deals, and starting to have a reputation and getting sinners to know her name. She started to rise to power faster than anyone, but in a normal way, not like Alastor who one day appeared out of nothing and started to kill Overlords and become powerful. Velvette was more progressive and in the shadows. Her turning powerful was pure due to her hard work and easy way to influence others. Still, it was unusual enough so demons and Overlords were wary of her because they experienced Alastor's grab of power not so long ago. They weren't thrilling for an Alastor 2.0. But she is nothing like him.

Vox was the very first to notice her potential and approach her with a proposal to join his team (this was after Alastor refused the same proposal). Velvette wasn't so sure at first, but she knew that, even if she got to the position she wanted, it would take her more time to do it alone than it would with a team, so she said yes.

The first meeting with Valentino was very uncomfortable. Valentino, of course, being Valentino wanted to lick Velvette's arm as he did with Charlie. But Velvette doesn't take shit of anyone and using her weapon, she basically perfored Valentino's shoulder and made him back off.

"If you ever touch me again like that, I will fucking kill you"

But they have left that episode in the past and now they are like siblings who love to annoy each other. Valentino and Vox are his family and the ones she loves the most (for now). She would do anything for them.

She loves to express her love to her loved ones, especially with gifts and pet names.

Her primary love language is giving gifts. The second one is words of affirmation.

Her weapon is like a big needle that she can control with her mind and cross her enemies' chest, hearts, or any part she wants. Picture Yondu's weapon in Guardians of the Galaxy, something like that.

She knows so much about business, enterprises, making deals, being perceptive, and using psychology to convince others to do what she wants because her human family was rich, and made her get involved in the family's business.

Her role in her family's enterprise was marketing, principally through social media, another skill she learned due to her family, and that has helped her in her time in hell.

She is the youngest of three siblings. She had a bad and tense relationship with her sister. But she was very close with her brother (her brother was the member she was the most close with). Maybe that's the reason why she can connect more with Valentino and Vox than, let's say, Carmilla or Rosie. Val and Vox are her new big brothers.

Her sister is also the reason why she hates pussy people so much, especially if said people have power. Her sister had so much power, and she wasted it, being afraid and shy and kind. She hated it.

She is adopted. So she felt she had to earn her place in the family. That's why she got the most involved with the business.

The family business had to do with drugs, both "legal" (medicine that was addictive and killed you slowly but you couldn't stop buying it because of how addictive it was) and illegal (other types of drugs). Even if passively, she is responsible of the death of thousands so yes... That's one of the reasons she is in hell.

Her family had many enemies. One of them hired a hitman to kill them and he succeeded. His whole family is in hell, except his sister, but he only talks to his brother sometimes.

Even if she has some knowledge of drugs thanks to her family business, in hell is something she doesn't want to have anything to do with. Drugs are the business of her parents, she would get to power by her own means.

Her true passion is making clothes. Both design and stitch.

She has two notebooks with clothes designs. One with designs for the regular demons, and one with designs specially made for her loved ones. So Vox and Valentino (and later Emily).

She has a pretty good sleeping schedule, but when for A or B reasons she can't sleep, she doodles clothes designs.

She hates crying. Crying is a weakness.

She loves sweet food, but she loves even more sour ones.

She absolutely can't cook, wash clothes, clean the house. She always had people to do it for her. So yeah, esteriotypical rich kid.

That will be all for today! I hope you like it. I got a little carried away with this but is just because I love Velvette so much 😂♥️

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thynisia-pac-readings · 1 year

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[PAC - Your first date together. Please do not copy or repost any part of the reading.]

There are 4 piles. This a general, collective reading as usual, take what resonates, this is for fun! Regardless of the banner, it doesn't have to be a romantic relationship - it could be friends or relatives.

This extensive reading includes sub-questions, signs and quotes! I also read possible things about you and about them, because why not! You can take it as further confirmation that it's your pile. XD

Take a slow breath, clear your mind and intuitively pick an image or number (you can ask your higher self and your spirit guides to help you choose it).

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Pile 1

Signs:

It's 1:11PM I'm not even joking, number 8, relating to each other, reciprocated feelings, sudden confession and realising it's reciprocated, February, Lewis

No way I just got a poem on reciprocity by Cleo Wade!!! Two messages on that; for some it's reciprocated, for others don't waste time on someone who doesn't reciprocate your feelings!

United States, North America, Mexico, area between North and South America.

Astrological placements: Moon domiant, Cancer, Jupiter dominant, Sagittarius, Pisces, Moon conjunct Jupiter. Virgo rising, Gemini rising, Mercury in Aries, Mercury in Capricorn.

Possible things about you:

Life path 7, deep thinker, big on self-improvement and self-reflection. Maybe you're into manifestation as well. You might be very pretty according to societal standards, or you like to take care of yourself and your appearance. I think you're someone very kind and caring to others too. Do you do the same for yourself? Such an empathetic soul. You're a gift on Earth my love, know that.

Maybe you want to fly away, you want some freedom and get away somewhere far, but for some reason you've got to stay where you are. It's alright, all in due time.

Some of you may like Aphrodite or Venus, or you're in that phase of your life that she rules over, such as beauty, goddess energy, sacredness, femininity, etc.

Some of you may want to be a mother really bad, you want your own baby, you love children. A small minority of you could have a child already, but some may get pregnant/be a new father in the near future. :)

Possible things about them: 2 groups came up so you may intuitively pick 1 or 2, or both!

group 1:

they're the ones who feel the same about you haha!

they may also want a child or want their own baby, that's so sweet Pile 1. very caring individuals too and maybe that's something you relate on between each other.

they may feel like you uplift them whenever you speak or are physically with them. I feel like whenever you're around, they don't have these dark thoughts anymore. Maybe you ease their anxiety naturally, without even trying. I feel like they really feel comfortable and safe with you, and whatever the future holds, they hope that you don't let go of them. Actually, they wish to not let go of you. They don't want to. They see you with such respect and admiration, they really love you in that sense. It's not just infatuation or attachment, they love your traits/character.

their love language could be gift giving or handwritten notes.

group 2:

wow, we've got an ambitious and hard working person here. very powerful and independent. wants to rise to the top, they want to be successful and go higher. they want to excel at what they do, career wise or romance. it's like Suga singing "I wanna big house, big car, big ring" (something like that lol). great at multitasking and overseeing plans, but they could tend to be a bit controlling as a result. like their work mindset spills over in the personal life and relationships. it is not very bad though, but they may not realise. For some of them, if you tell them honestly that they're being a bit controlling or disrespectful in certain ways, they will feel bad and apologise and try to correct their attitude. They're not a bad person, they want to do their best so much that they are less self aware.

Your first date together:

How - probably not in the most romantic way? whatever is going to lead to that first date is not peaceful. maybe some misunderstanding or friction has to happen for you two to take that step forward.

Where - somewhere dry or far from water. Or there's not much around, far from the city. i.e. you might go hiking with them for the first date...are y'all dating a German? LMAO. On a more serious note, if you're a woman don't go on first dates where there's literally no one around. Safety first.

What - again could be hiking, rock climbing, risky/outdoorsy activities, dates in nature...

Quote:

"Friendship is a sheltering tree" (Cornwall, L., 2015)

"When we focus solely on validation from the outside world, we end up being very easily controlled by circumstance, but when we remain humble and firmly rooted in our ever-present goodness, we can celebrate our accomplishments and learn from our disappointments without letting them be the things that define us" (Wade, C., 2018)

That's it Pile 1, I really enjoyed reading for you. Remember this is a collective reading, so take what resonates only.

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Pile 2

Hi Pile 2! This is my creative pile <3

Signs:

November, teenager, architecture, museum, fashion lover, gossiping together or telling each other the crispy stuff, someone with a loyal character, someone looking after a garden or wanting to have one - maybe likes flowers.

Being a romantic, someone wants to be in love, someone has Venus in Pisces, someone thinks about love or their crush.

Be careful of trains.

Someone is going through an experience which pushes them to find their inner strength and resolve, which increases their self-confidence.

Venus trine Saturn, Venus in the 8th house.

Hawaii, Japan, Africa/South Africa cities, East China cities, South Korea, your person can be from Argentina

Possible things about you:

Pile 2, I'm getting some of you like gardening and drawing. In particular, you might like bees and are a strong supporter of saving our bees. You might have a green hand. Not even a green thumb, the whole hand lol! Some of you might have had past lives as nature spirits like faes, you might have an affinity with them or have them as spirit guides.

Some of you might know a lot about nature in general or you might even know a lot about indigenous flora and fauna, or specific species of plants. Some of you may have seen orbs of faeries outside...

Possible things about them:

I think the person you're thinking about likes fashion, or for some they might relate to you regarding nature/gardening. They might have fine features or seem delicate and gentle. It feels like looking at ice in their eyes, but it is so gentle. It is reflected in their personality as well. Very kind and calm. Number 33 on the card is jumping out to me, so you might see this number as well.

Ok definitely they are into fashion. For some, this is someone older than you. For others, your person is definitely more mature than their actual age. Like, very very mature and wise. It doesn't feel like it comes from difficult experiences, it feels like they didn't have as much of a difficult upbringing. Maybe they were naturally this way, and good parenting may have helped.

Side note, they could be a bit dreamy.

I don't usually get the past lives card but here it is, so this friend could be from a past life. Or, I'm getting they might remember theirs.

First date together:

They might tell you straight up that they want to go on a date with you. They might text you or ask you face-to-face. You guys have a good connection, very in synch. You two might be very vocal on your date, as in talking a lot and expressing yourself.

Some people in Pile 2 might go karaoke or sing at some point while you have fun together.

Some of you might actually have a unique date where you dress up, put on makeup, get all pretty and fun i.e. cosplay! You might take photos or film your date, you're going to be out there! Ooh lala so fancy! xD

It feels like it's your usual hangout as friends but somehow it's also different, closer and it's getting more realll. I.e. you might get more touchy-touchy this time, they might hold your waist or your hand, or they might kiss your cheek by surprise... Aw this is cute xD

Quotes:

"the time has always been now"

"I will not be a victim"

"you are going to be okay"

"the timing is always right to love someone"

(Wade, C., 2018)

That's it Pile 2, I wish you the best 🤗. Remember this is a collective reading, so take what resonates only.

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Pile 3

Hi Pile 3! What an interesting and sweet pile.

Signs:

November, strong friendship bond that was made naturally, finding your tribe, realising your own value and worth, sticking with your real friends, be grateful for the loving people and goodness in your life.

Neptune in Taurus, Gemini Rising.

Australia, Sydney/Canberra, Pacific Islands, Samoa, Mongolia, Kazakhstan, Russia.

Possible things about you:

You are very shy, secretive, and value personal space and privacy very much.

Some of you like to read physical books.

I'm seeing of you are teenagers, younger girls.

You are a good listener and confident, people always trust you to keep their secrets, and you will not even tell your best friend or your dog a word of it.

You keep many parts of yourself hidden, for example you are secretly very nurturing and creative. You might like little children.

Possible things about them:

I'm seeing yellow and a ball, so I feel like they really like children.

They are also like a big ray of sunlight. They are that person that illuminates the room as soon as they walk in.

They are very honest and open, and perhaps you like that about them.

They are also very warm and compassionate. They bring people in and make sure not to leave out anyone. Never puts themselves above anyone else and aways try to harmonise everyone.

Like you, they dislike discord. You just have a different way to deal with peace/discord and people. But they like your own way of being and they don't want you to change.

Your first date together:

Interestingly enough, I feel like some of you might have your first date with children around, maybe looking after some, i.e. their little cousins or siblings.

Some you might go fishing and/or have a picnic outside.

During this date, they will absolutely love how you don't hide any part of yourself, you're just being yourself and expressing yourself without restriction. You'll come out of your shell because you'll be influence by him, by the children, and you'll be super comfortable overall. You might actually have lots of fun. Scenario example of the date could be that you, them and their little cousins all go fishing, and then you have your picnic nearby; you have fun all day.

I feel like you and your date are seemingly opposite but actually very similar within. You just express yourself differently and process things differently. You might even be a ENFP/INFP or ENFJ/INFJ duo.

Quotes:

"Shepherd-like compassion means considering the benefit of the masses first, so that we place others first and 'I' last". (Yuthok, L. C., 2005)

Aw that's it Pile 3. Thank you for reading. As always, this is a collective reading so take only what resonates and the general ideas with you.

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Pile 4

Signs:

October, fake friend, chasing after someone's love - love is to be received, not chased after, someone wise and mature, compassionate, someone who likes include everyone and whose motto is "we're all in this together"

Someone here has to let go of someone that does not deserve them.

Someone here could receive a letter from the person they are thinking of in this PAC.

Someone's person for this PAC is a romantic relationship and it could be very passionate.

Mars in Scorpio, Mercury square Neptune, Mercury square Pluto, Jupiter in 10th, Jupiter in 12th

Sudan, South Pacific, NZ, Hawaii, Cuba

Possible things about you:

You could be very emotional and sometimes letting emotions get to you, and it might be hard for you to be more in control. I feel like you guys might sometimes let your emotions get the better of you or affect situations you're in. And then you suffer the consequences. I.e. getting overly angry and saying things you regret later, or getting upset, crying, and not being able to react properly and also regretting later on.

I sense some of you are super generous, but you're so kind and compassionate that some people take advantage of you. I feel like a minority of this group are super kind-hearted and never see the worst in people; you never expect people to lie or have bad intentions - or you could be neurodivergent and just not realise it. I'm feeling upset for you 😭

Actually, if you're neurodivergent, it would make sense why it's hard for you to manage your emotions sometimes.

Some of you could have been having a hard time taking care of yourself and organising things ahead, almost feeling like a ghost or a shell. You're especially lacking self-care and that's been taking a toll on you. I also sense that it's causing you to feel disconnected from yourself. You could be trying to desperately hold on to yourself.

Overall, Pile 4, you're very wise and mature, very compassionate and you have strong values. You do not tolerate lying or deceiving, unfairness and similar unacceptable behaviours.

Some of you like to bring people together, others like things to be peaceful in a social context even if you're not the social butterfly.

Possible things about them:

I'm getting that they are someone really smart and intelligent in that they are very creative. They like to create and build things. They are innovative. However, they are possibly channeling this energy in the wrong place or activity and it's wasted. Their confidence and self-esteem is affected as a result.

They're very optimistic and positive so once they regain their spirit, they will get a breakthrough.

Might have a very messy mind, octopus mind, or hyperactive mind

Head in the clouds type of person, they don't mean to ignore you Pile 4. That's also how they get all their cool ideas and solutions

Some of you may have manifested them

The smoke in the card is calling at me so perhaps someone will understand bc I don't lol

I think they could also be someone who values justice and fairness, as well as respect in general

Your first date together:

Honestly all I'm seeing is you might spend your first at home with this person, or at least most of you will

Super chill, relaxed, comfy. Doesn't look like you'll be doing much or do anything that requires much effort.

Could be something simple like playing video games at home while eating snacks, but it's just you and them in the house.

I think part of the reason is because there's not much else to do? Maybe you live in a boring area for your age range.

They might gift you something speciallll. Maybe a birthday present. Or a handwritten letter, like I mentioned in the signs part at the beginning.

Honestly I'm just seeing this date is something pure, just nice and you guys are super kind and have a great time with each other.

Quotes:

"Love yourself enough to tell the truth." (Wade, C., 2018)

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"Often we don't want to act as though we did something beneficial all by ourselves; rather, we feel a need to acknowledge the help of others." (Yuthok, L. C., 2005)

That's it beautiful Pile 4, thanks for reading and I hope you had fun reading this PAC. Let me know your thoughts!

Hi! Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed! I quite enjoyed this Pick-a-Pile. I also tried a new format, so that the post is shorter and hopefully easier to read. Let me know if you prefer the paragraphs though 😂

I might do a Past Life PAC next! I want to do something original, so the format could be different again 👀

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2023 𝓜𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 🫧

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HAPPY NEW YEAR and my new year gift to you all. You thought I'd forget huh? 😉

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Gif 1

Themes :

Expansion, learning and exploration.

Messages :

You'll be feeling a lot more youthful and playful compared to the previous months. Like you've been serious and taking things to heart for so long and feeling like Eustace Bagge from Courage the cowardly dog most of the time but now you feel more like Bugs Bunny. This is the best analogy I can give.

Its your turn to inspire the people around you or those who get to meet you this year.

Some of you might pick up cooking as a hobby or profession or would want to start experimenting with recipes at home or better eating in general instead of eating out.

You'll be showered with compliments a lot this year so if anyone tries to dull your shine you know it's irrelevant.

You'll have some decisions to make in terms of career / study opportunities and you will feel indecisive at first as to which is the better option but trust in yourself to choose the best one.

You'll be getting out more or would simply be on your way to something that leads to a lot of financial bliss.

Things will take off soon and suddenly maybe even sudden travel plans and receiving everything at once that might seem overwhelming and you might get anticipation anxiety, certain jitters or just worrying about what's ahead or even improper sleep. But things will be alright. Keep your focus on the bigger picture.

Make that vision board for the love of God.

Romantically you'll have really high standards. Yet I see you nitpicking yourself. Stop that! (pretty please) I do see you being offered love by someone head over heels for you but you'll take your time opening up and be fixated on yourself and your goals for the most part so perhaps a slow burn in that department or you'll just relish in finding a sense of yourself and the career you've always wanted this year.

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Themes :

Dreams, imagination, subconscious, spirituality.

Messages :

You'll be focused on the positive and positive only. Seeing things in your favour. Feeling more optimistic, manifesting friends with the same mindset and in turn finding more clarity. I see that some of you have literally put your foot down and decided that, "nope. Show me how good it can get."

You've matured so much and are at this point rather unfazed by the ups and downs life throws at you. You've always made or will be making peace with yourself. That you don't need to plaster a label on your personality and niche yourself down to be more palatable. You're a mix and match of several things and that's perfectly okay.

You may inherent some wealth. Some of you might move to a new house or redecorate your house in a way you've always wanted. You'll feel like you've achieved something tangible this year that you're really proud of.

There may be a moment where you look back at the past and judge yourself harshly. Please refrain from dwelling in this.

You'll be educating yourself on a certain topic you feel drawn to. Possible topics I'm seeing : how your subconscious works, neuroscience, mythology, language, music, skin (dermatology or cosmetology)

I see you letting go of your sorrows because you have faith that what's yours won't pass you by.

A lot of vivid dreams and possible precognitions. Learning to lucid dream as well.

Romantically I'm sensing there's someone that matches your energy. They will end up being your muse or you'll end up being theirs. You'll grow closer when you least expect it even though you'll intuitively see it coming.

Gif 3

Themes :

Overcoming a dark night of the soul, curiosity, collaborations and connections.

Messages :

Oh you're walking away. Literally. People, places, situations, mindsets, mostly manipulation. It's like you finally decided to pack up and leave and the right opportunity showed up for you to do it. I see relief after grief.

You may be managing two jobs/income sources/multiple daily life things. At first it might be difficult but you'll soon get the hang of it and also find time for yourself.

I see some of you getting into skincare and wellness. Even fragrances? Things that make you feel calm and are therapeutic. You have neglected yourself for a long time so now that you've finally decided to make yourself priority little things like this feel like therapy almost. As if you're pretending to be in a vouge beauty secrets video just for yourself.

I would like to remind you, if no one has. I'm very proud of you.

There will be a lot of boundaries you'll establish this year. Be mindful not to end up being too sharp tounged to people who really do mean well. Not everyone is out to get you.

Things are changing this year and even if this change feels uncomfortable due to its newness. Its something you've been wanting. Also, improved finances. Sudden windfall even. Making the right connections that lead you to your own growth be it personal growth or growth in business or otherwise. By the end of the year you'll feel like you have more than enough. That you don't need to feel on the edge all the time. Like the bright sunny morning has finally come after a long stormy night.

Gif 4

Themes :

Self expression, travel, foreign cultures and strength.

Messages :

I can hear Freddie Mercury sing, "I want to break free." loud and clear near my ears.

I see you rebranding and reconstructing yourself. It reminds me of Maxine looking at the mirror and saying, "I will not accept a life I do not deserve."

I actually see that something that has been challenging for you suddenly just being swept away. Like you really don't have to physically exhert yourself so much. Drop the baggage my loves. Not yours to carry this year.

Its okay to manifest or seek the easiest ways. Simplify things for yourself.

I see a lot of you just realizing your worth and falling in love with yourself. Looking the way you want, dressing the way you want, courting yourself and taking yourself out on dates to the point your standard is you yourself. Honestly? Truly? Love that for you.

You'll be very determined. Like nothing stands in between you and your desires. You know what is yours. Period.

You'll realize how a simple perspective shift and not forcing yourself to do something or reacting is the key to getting what you want.

Some of you will love to document moments for yourself a lot. Maybe invest in a Polaroid camera or digital or point and shoot camera for yourself.

There's so much creative spark around you, I just see you going at with no desire for perfection. Simply fun.

You'll reap your rewards especially monetary. And have several projects to look forward to. One symbol that might follow you are spiders or spider webs or little stars when something good is about to happen.

Romantically? Oh you will be pursued alright but why am I getting y'all just don't pick up on hints? I'm literally hearing the song Loco by Itzy for y'all. So you'll be having an impact on maybe many people but you'll be oblivious to it. I think you're choosing peace and harmony so you'll rather want to be around who feels the same and go with the flow.

If you're already taken I just see more harmony and cooperation in your existing relationship.

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•° The Middle Ground °•

☆ Prologue ☆

We have been all hyped for this ship & I'm glad that can finally write it for you guys. Consider this as a pilot for a multi-chapter series! I hope you guys enjoy this because I know I'm just gonna enjoy writing this series.

Word Count: 3.2k words!

"&..there we go!" You finished up tying up a beautiful, golden ribbon on some golden dahilas mixed with some white chrysanthemums bouquet. They were absolutely gorgeous & I think you're getting the hang of this! You weren't at Finn's level of the language of flowers but Finn helped you along the way. You were setting up a bouquet for a newly-wed couple while Finn was helping a nice, elderly lady in the front.

Finn finished up talking to the kind, elderly lady & joined you in the back. "Is everything going okay, my love?" Finn hugged you from behind & kissed you on your cheek as he observed your work.

"Yep. I'm all finished with this one. Watcha think?" Finn looked at the bouquet.

"It's beautifully done! Although.." He went to the otherside of the table to see the bouquet. "I think we can add little more, yeah? So let's see what we got.." He looked at the yellow dahlias & the white mums. "How about we add one more flower to fit this theme? Like.." He waited for your answer.

"Roses? Maybe.." You look at the dark red ones. "Those ones?"

"Why the dark red ones, love?" You paused to think.

"They represent eternal love & loyalty?" You said unsure but Finn smiled at your correct answer.

"That's right!" He handled the dark red roses with care & put it on the table. He carefully cut the roses & put them gently inside the bouquet. "There we go... All done!" You looked at the bouquet with awe. It was so gorgeous & elegant. It had this gentle, warm vibe that glowed. Well, these flowers don't glow but, you could feel it glow in your soul.

"Alright, let's review these flower's meaning shall we?" You nodded. "The yellow dahlias? Do you know what they mean?" He looked you for your response.

"Joy & Happiness."

"Correct! & the white mums?"

"Loyalty & Honestly."

"Good job!" He gently grabbed the bouquet & gave you a kiss on the cheek. "You're doing wonderful job, darling. I'm very proud of you." You became a bit bashful.

"Well, I try my best." You humbly said.

"Aww, no need to be so humble! You did a great job." Finn reassured you & pat your shoulder. "Now, let's take this to Ms. Valley." You both walked out the back & went to the front of the store where the kind, old lady was waiting. Finn handed the bouquet to the old lady. "Here you go, ma'am. I hope your son in law enjoys this gift."

She carefully grabbed the bouquet from Finn. "Thank you. You both are truly kind." The lady handed her coins & walked to the exit with the bouquet in hand.

"Thank you, please come again!" Finn sighed in satisfaction. "Another job well done, hmm?" He stretched then checked the time on his watch. "I think it's time for us to take a quick tea break. I'll go heat up some tea for us. Can you keep watch & clean the shop real quick while I make us some tea?"

"Yeah, I got it."

"Thank you, darling." Finn gives you a peck on the lips as he walked to the back & prepares the tea. You grabbed the broom & started sweeping some of the dirt from the plants on the floor. You hummed a tune as you brushed the leftover residue from the plants outside. You heard the sound of Finn's teapot whistling. It sounded like it was almost ready.

"Oh, darling!~" Finn cheerfully sang. Finn peeked his head out from the back. "It's ready, love." You finished up cleaning up & put the broom back where you found it. You joined Finn in the back as he was waiting at his tea table with all of the tea cups were placed in a organized fashion. He poured you a cup first then, poured his. You picked up the cup & took a sip.

Your face gleamed with joy. "Ooooo wee!" You exclaimed happily. "That's some good ass tea, baby. You truly never disappoint with your teas."

Finn chuckles softly as he took a sip from his cup. "I'm glad you like it, love. I always try to make it filled with love & care."

You finished your cup quickly. "If this is trying then, I don't think I can even imagine how amazing your tea would taste at your max potential. Like that taste is probably beyond human comprehension because it's just that good."

"Oh, come on. My tea isn't that good." He grabs your teacup & walks towards to the sink. He begins washing the teacups. "Besides like I said, I try. It doesn't mean I'm the best in the world."

"Well, I can give ya 3 main reasons."

"Oh? What reasons are those, darling?"

"You're my boyfriend," You raised a finger. "You're the most sweetest person I've ever met," Another one raised. "& I have tasted all of the things that you make all of the time." The third finger finished the reasons off.

"Ya gotta give yourself more credit, ya know. Have more confidence in yourself, baby." You reassured him. You knew Finn was a capable of great things but Finn was always so humble about it. Many people, including you, have told him so many times in the past of how well he does his craft & within those many times he always replied with:

"I appreciate that but I just like doing my job. It's less like a job but it's something I just enjoy doing. Like a hobby!" You sighed. You wish he could see it as more than just a hobby & see it as a amazing talent that he owns. He is truly a magician at work or more like a witch at work.

"I do just fine with-" Finn was interrupted briefly by the sound of a familiar bell at the front door. "I guess we got ourselves a customer!" You both turned to look at the door but then, he froze. Like god himself struck fear into him. You, however, didn't have much a reaction since the figure was unfamiliar.

You turned back & looked at Finn's frozen stature. "Hey, ya good?"

Finn snapped back into reality & shakes his head comically. "Oh what? Y-Yeah! I'm gooooooood. I'm just uh shit fine! Sooooo fine." You raised a eyebrow.

"If you're fine then, what's with ya & tall, dark, & uhhh.." You looked at the figure & squinted. "I would say ugly but I dunno. They look kinda sexy? Not my type though but ya know. Ya like what ya like." Finn grabbed your shoulders gently & sighed nervously. Man was sweating like a sinner in church.

"T-That is another regular here that so so SO important to me, love. He is one of those um..."

"Flower Critics? Not gonna lie, I didn't know that there were ones to be honest."

"Nooo. He pays very well & by very well, I mean veeeeery well. I'm worried that I might screw up." Finn said nervously.

"Have you ever screwed up on his orders before?" You asked.

"No but I'm not planning on doing that anytime soon. I wouldn't say my arrangements are the issue. It's just that I'm huge chatterbox & the last time I talked about my floral facts, I mayyyyyyy have annoyed him a little bit & I'm just worried that he-" You cupped his face which took him by surprise.

"Finn, I think you're overthinking this wayyy too much plus everyone likes your silly facts. It shows how much you enjoy doing your job & people like that! It makes you very approachable!" You let go of his face. "I'll go with you & be your support, 'kay? So you'll stop shivering like a leaf & maybe you just misinterpreted the interaction a bit." With that bit of reassurance, Finn relaxs his shoulders & lets go of yours.

"That would be great." He gave you a nervous smile. Damn, this guy really made him nervous. You started to have your doubts but you were always taught to never judge a book by it's cover. However, you are starting to let go a bit of that analogy by how Finn described him & his panicked reaction to the mystery guest. Well let's at least meet this guy first.

'It shouldn't be that bad.' You thought of the exact words of what you shouldn't say when you hope that something doesn't go bad. You entered the front together & hoped for the best. As you both entered, you finally saw the figure more up close & personal.

The few things that you could decipher better about the figure was that they were tall, dressed in black, tied up maroon hair, with sharp eyes & rectangle, almost framless, glasses to match. You were also kinda right about the figure being sexy but at the same time, they look like Christian Grey walked outta a damn 2000's Hot Topic.

But besides all that, you could see why Finn would be scared of this supposed "well-paying" customer.

"Sorry for the wait!" Finn cut your thoughts with his cheery, customer service voice. "Welcome back to Talk Floral, Auron!" Huh, so that's what his name was.

"Good afternoon, Finn." His voice was like the feeling of silk to your ears. Well damn, Finn had every right to be nervous. He noticed you within the corner of his piercing milky eyes which caused you to be a nervous too.

"It appears you've brought someone with you this time around?"

"Oh? This is my assistant & partner! They're helping me around the shop today." Finn explained. "They do pretty fine work around here!"

"Hiya." You looked at Auron & gave him a soft smile but he remained unamused & ignored your polite greeting. Finn laughed nervously at this strange interaction as your smiled quickly faded as you raised your eyebrow.

"A-Anyway! What can we do you for this lovely afternoon?

"A rose bouquet. A dozen. That is all." He said so bluntly. Normally, the customers you've met usually weren't this blunt. They would explain the stich with some extra parts to Finn & help fit within their budget. You felt strange & scary vibes from him & you didn't really trust him all much.

"Oh alright!" Finn returned to usually cheery voice. "I assuming it's for something romantic or maybe for family? The holidays are coming by soon." He smiled at him but once again, his cold gaze remained & with the statement of family driving his expression to be even colder.

"That would not be the case."

"Ah. May I ask what's the occasion is for them?"

Auron nodded. "I'm gifting a severance package." You felt a strange relief. Maybe this guy wasn't that much of a asshole? Finn smiled in return of his answer assuming the best.

"Oh, is it a gift of someone retiring from your company? That's actually really sweet of you-" Finn was cut off by Auron.

"I never said it was for someone retiring. I fired someone just recently for his absolute incompetence of his job. So as a little parting gift since it is the holidays, I want to gift him roses." O-kay, scratch that. This guy is a asshole.

You were never really that good at handling customers that well because since you always gave that same energy back. If they were nice, you treated them with respect. If rude customers came into Finn's store, you always set them straight. However, Mr. Auron here is a wealthy customer. Finn's shop has been doing a bit more better since he could now get more better tools & better resources because of him. But god, you really want to cuss this guy out for real.

However, you gotta show restraint. Do it for Finn.

"I don't think roses would send the right message. You know the red roses are known for romance so it would mean-"

"I do not pay you for your opinions or your advice, Finn. I don't care." Finn's neck started to hide similar to a turtle's way of showing fear. "Stop wasting my time."

"Fucking asshole." You muttered quietly to yourself but it wasn't quiet enough. Finn sweated absolute bullets & Auron raised a eyebrow as his cold glare became ice.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh they said nothing! They're weren't talking about you-" Finn lightened the mood however, you intervened.

"I SAID you're a fucking asshole or maybe you're too deaf to hear that, sir." You said with a harsh tone. "I'm surprised your glasses can't see how much of peice of shit you're being right now. Laying off someone before the holidays? That's even more a asshole move."

"Not only that, Finn is trying to help ya here. He's doing his goddamn job. So maybe, you should shut the FUCK up & let him do what he needs to do." Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiit. Finn stood there speechless but his expression was filled with horror like he just witnessed a murder happened before his every eyes & which he did witness a murder but not the kind filled with blood, weapons & the sound of sirens.

The kind filled with words, reading a person, & a wrestling bell going off for the first round.

Auron smirked in response. He was unfazed by your pathetic excuse of a insult. "Oh my", He said, "You have quite the mouth on you, darling." He snarkily replied.

Okay, fuck him for real, dude because ME personally? I wouldn't let that slide.

"The fuck did you just call me?"

"Oh I apologize. I assume you didn't hear me the first time." Auron cleared his throat. "Brat." Oooooh, that pissed you off real good. "Did you hear me now?"

"Okay, FUCK you-"

"Alrighty! Let's not get so hasty towards eachother here!" Finn nervously smiled.

"You're right, Finn." Auron nodded. "At least someone knows how to control one's temper."

He was truly testing your limit & you were genuinely this close to beating this guy's ass. "Do you want me to jump across this counter because I will beat. your. ass."

"If you're feeling froggy then leap, brat."

"BITCH-" You nearly hopped over the counter but Finn grabbed you as you hopped. He placed you back down.

"O-KAY!" Finn loudly interrupted & gently grabbed your hand. "Could you give us oneeeeee moment, please?"

"You may." Auron permitted & then, Finn dragged you gently into the back. He sat you down on the chair.

"Goddess, darling! What's going on?!" He questioned you.

"That fucking hot topic wannabe bastard is what!" You could barely hold a whisper but you tried lowering your voice. "That dude is a goddamn prick!"

"But you didn't have to say it out loud or even just straight-up jump OVER the damn counter!" Finn sighed. "You. Stay here & cool off. I'll handle Auron, okay?" That was the most stern you have heard him in awhile. Whenever Finn is stern, he always sound like a dad scolding his children for fighting. However no matter how angry he was, he always remained gentle.

Finn gently grabbed the roses on the table & he left to tend to Auron as you just sat in the chair. You felt like you were put in the time-out chair which was humiliating but at the same time, you felt bad for how you acted out. Finn doesn't deserve getting a hard time because of you but the way Auron treated him just setted you off. Speaking of which you heard Finn talking to him.

"Brat? Really?" You heard Finn scold Auron as well. "You're just making the situation worse for yourself, Auron."

"Finn, you know how much I don't tolerate brats. Even you know this."

"I do but you could've been at least be more respectful. You're better than that, ya know." Finn sighed as you could the snipping of the roses that Auron asked for. "A rose bouquet?"

"Yes, please." Auron politely responded & caught you off guard a bit. The dude has been a dick to the both of you for the past fifteen minutes. Maybe it's the magic of Finn's dad voice. You got off outta your chair & took a sneaky peak through the corridor.

Auron's face was a lot more gentle towards Finn then he did with you. His face was less furrowed but his face still remained neutral. It was his eyes & eyebrows that got softer. Not only that. His voice had less authority & a demanding tone. It was how you heard it the first time.

Like silk to your ears.

"I apologize for causing you trouble. I don't like starting a confrontation especially not over that." Auron apologized to Finn but not really to you.

"It's alright." You couldn't really see Finn's face since his back was faced towards you but you could always hear the smile. No matter the situation or how bad the situation is Finn was always capable of smiling through it all.

"However, my point still stands. You gotta let your guard down a little more often. You can't be cold to everyone to see."

"I cannot afford that." His gentle voice was gone when he said that. It wasn't completely harsh or cold. However, it sounded strange to you.

Finn stopped for a second & tilted his head. "Wait, why?"

"It's just..." He paused & thought about his words wisely. "Complicated."

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't too." Auron relaxed but he didn't feel satisfied by his answer. It was like there was something more that he wanted to say but the more the room got silent with the small sounds of snipping & he pushed down whatever he wanted to say more.

Finn handed the finished rose bouquet to Auron. He handed his amount for the bouquet & both of your eyes go wide. "A-Auron! This is wayyy too much for just single bouquet! You sure this wasn't a mistake or anything?"

"I don't make mistakes. I'm always sure of things. If I gave you much more than asked then keep it. Consider as my apology & my gratitude for taking your time." Auron walked towards the door with bouquet in hand.

Before he left. "Oh, & Finn?"

"Yes?"

"Be more confident in what you do." Then he left without anymore words. Finn just stood there in confusion. He wasn't sure what to say but:

"Please come by...again." You come out from the breakroom & knocked on the frame of the door. Finn jumped & quickly turned to look at you. He gave you a defeated look. "You heard everything, didn't you?"

"Saw everything too." You joined him at the front. "& I have several questions to ask you."

"Me too." You raised your eyebrow at that comment. "I wish I could answer all of those questions, darling." He rested his arm on the counter & his hand held his head. "I don't know the answers of any of them." Finn sighed heavily.

"Well, maybe for starters..." You thought as you looked at the counter as you thought of what to ask. You noticed a black card & picked it up. You read it & it said: 'Talent Agency 717-XXX-XXXX.'

"We could take a look at this card. Maybe it might have the information that we need."

☆ミ Author's Notes Underneath 👇 ☆ミ

🩷 - I was editing this during a urgent care visit because my mouth hurts like a real fucking bitch right now so, I'm getting it checked out. Also during me writing this, there was a fire nearby the urgent care & I legit no idea how that happened but yeah.

I've also put the word count because I'm proud of how many words I've written. I wrote that much in a hot minute so, I kinda wanted to give myself bragging rights for writing so much & I honestly deserve it. I worked hard on something I enjoy doing & that's something that I don't really do often cause of work.

I try to write at least everyday whether that be rambling or fanfics. It gives me time to enjoy the things that I want to do. It's a small goal but I think it's a big success for me.

Also there are little secrets around here too that might foreshadow the story here. >:}

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The Weeping Monk x Reader : Born In The Dawn Chapter 36

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Story Summary: Locked inside a dark room in a dungeon, kept alive only for your power, you believed you’d never see the daylight again. That is until the Weeping Monk finds his way down and steals you from your captors. It is the beginning of a journey that leads you through hardship and newfound hope, but nothing is assured in a world that is changing for the Fey. The magic that runs in your veins is drawing out the worst the world has to offer, does it include the man who pulled you from the dark?

Chapter Title: Et Nos Cedamus Amori

Notes: This is spicy, I believe 🌶️

Special warnings: Scent-Kink. Foreplay. Unprotected sex. Consensual. Strong language.

Warnings: Grief. Violence. Torture. Sexual Assault. Rape Threat. Gore. Enemies To Lovers. Pining. Trauma. Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Gore?. Misogyny. PTSD. !!!!Spicy and smut!!!! parts. Slight redemption arc.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn…

Word count of this fic: +220K

Chapter: 36/41

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Thank the Hidden he was still holding on, because you felt a little unstable on your feet after hearing that.

Your eyes locked on his, “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel rushed or-”

With a kiss he silenced the doubt and took his time to feel the softness of your lips. He parted from them only to speak, “I am certain.” His thumb graced over your bottom lip, “Will you have me?”

He was offering himself, body and soul, yours to have and keep. Surrendering his very being to love instead of war.

You gently cupped his face whilst nodding. “With all my heart.”

It was impossible to ignore how you felt him tremble, or maybe it were your own hands that did.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” It was something you hated to admit.

“Shhh…” He hushed, as if he was calming a frightened animal before it would run off.

He reclaimed your lips, gifting a searing kiss upon them. All the fears you’d felt regarding a coupling faded to the background the longer the kiss continued, as if he somehow took them away. Sometimes you even felt the markings under his skin threaten to rise to the surface, but they never did, they were merely responding to feeling the pads of your fingers on his neck.

The cold steel of the vambraces chilled your skin when he slid his hand under the hem of your shirt as much as the bodice allowed for it. To be restrained in the leather was bothering you, there was no need for it’s protection now.

You broke away from him and took a few steps back, mumbling more to yourself, “I’m taking this damned thing off…”

He looked somewhat lost, until you started to undo the cords at the front of the bodice. The cords could be a pain to undo, especially if you felt rushed or nervous. Taking a few steps away from him was better than accidentally elbowing him in the chest or arm whilst focusing on the task.

Your hands stopped trembling after a few seconds and you felt more comfortable to let him near again. By sending him your most sweetest shy smile, you hoped to draw him in closer.

The Ash Man appeared indecisive, but certainly intrigued. He cast his eyes to the side, forbidding them to watch, when the temptation became too strong he pressed them shut for a moment.

It had to be overwhelming for him to see you begin to undress. You proceeded slowly, giving him the time he needed to adjust. By the time you had finished unlacing the bodice, his eyes were open again.

You held the leather in your hands, “Do you want me to stop what I’m doing?”

Those weeping eyes fell on your face, then on the bodice, his mouth opened but not a sound came out.

He shut his eyes briefly again, to collect his thoughts, “Do you… want to stop?”

It had sounded like he was asking about the weather, it must have taken quite some effort for it to sound so normal.

You saw the tinting present itself on his cheeks. “I feel safe enough with you to continue.”

His eyes opened, and he drew an audible shaky breath through his nose. Even though he did not come closer, anyone could see that he wanted to. You slowly crossed the small distance and put the bodice in his hands.

The leather was still warm…

He could not help himself, it was as if instinct took over when he lifted it to his nose to pick up your Fey scent it carried.

Your heart’s pace increased upon seeing the change in him, the instinct of the Ash Folk presented itself before your very eyes. He lowered the bodice, his jaw tensed at the sensation it had awoken.

For the tiniest moment, you felt like prey that had just given a wolf the invite to eat them. The urge to take a step back was strong under the darkening of his eyes that the scent had caused, but you forced your feet to stay where they were.

With a couple of quick silent breaths, he calmed himself down, clearing his mind as best as he could. The feeling that had settled in him however was there to stay.

With shaking hands, but determination, you touched the leather straps that held his cloak secured. He read your eyes, and let the bodice find company with the floor, freeing his hands to aid you in taking the cloak off.

A life of constricting layered clothes had never bothered him as much as it did now. Still, he found comfort in your patient pace.

His cloak was on him in a different way than you were used to, it did not close at the neck, the straps crossed at his chest to keep it in place.

One arm freed, then the next. You took the cloak by the hood, careful not to have it get caught in his hair, and moved it back until it fell into a puddle around his boots.

After a moment of silently facing each other, the evidence of how nervous you both were was plain to see. Both planning ahead and deducing what would come next. By taking his hand, you drew him closer, he followed your lead with blind faith.

“May I?” You inquired, while touching the belts that held the weapons at his side.

There was a small arch to his brow, he breathed out the answer, “You may.”

Leather was pulled through metal, it dawned on you how heavy the belts were to hold all the steel in place. In fear of waking up half the fort, you bend down to put the belts on the floor quietly.

Your next target was the belts that kept his jerkin closed. His hands moved a bit clumsily before they began to help you with them too. It seemed that any skills your hands or his possessed was lost in that moment. The belts proved an obstacle that needed, not one, but two nervous people to get past. A quiet silly laugh escaped you at the fidgeting. Whilst both your hands did the work, your lips got engaged again and he smiled against them. It felt like a victory when those belts were finally open. He took over, taking the jerkin off and letting it fall on top of the bodice.

A look was shared, then as if he had read your mind, the both of you began to undo the vambraces. His experience with them was clear, he knew exactly how to take them off in a short matter of time.

You were still trying to figure out how to undo the one on his right, they were indeed beautifully crafted. His fingers came to help and plucked at the fine leather cords that held it together.

You often caught him looking at you, to see if you were still alright. Nervous? Yes. But alright.

It wasn’t long before you had both the vambraces in your hands, and you placed them on the small bedside table with the respect such craftsmanship deserved. You never stopped feeling his eyes follow, not once. They fell upon your face as you stood before him again.

With a little tug at the front of his shirt, you let your intentions be known. Your fingers hooked under the hem of it and began to lift it up. When it was halfway up his torso, he freed himself of it by pulling it over his head swiftly. It was evident how quick his breathing was now that the shirt could no longer hide it, he seemed to be a little tense as well and quite alert.

By brushing your lips against his chest, you hoped to calm his nerves, you trailed them up to his neck. When reaching his collarbone he stroked over your neck in appreciation, then took a light hold on your throat, holding you still so he could give your neck the same treatment.

He preferred the spot just under your ear, one of the places where your scent was the strongest. It would be a lie to say that he didn’t taste the scent of your skin just a little with his tongue.

One sound from you and he brought his mouth to yours again. You placed a hand on his chest to make him halt. Once he did, you gestured to your shirt. By getting close and turning around, you hoped he would not see the hint of self-consciousness in your eyes. Your back was almost against him, while slowly taking off your shirt. It felt more comfortable to not having to be in his full view bare like this. You held on to the shirt for a moment, he held your upper arm softly in encouragement…

After propping the shirt into a ball, you tossed it on the foot of your bed. There was nothing to hide behind now, only your arms.

He had seen your bare back before, on the night you had escaped the paladin camp together. He trailed his index finger right next to a scar that the whip had left on your back, and leaned in to kiss the back of your head.

“The wounds on your back from the lashes have healed well.” He quietly mumbled the thought that escaped his mind. They never should have been there in the first place…

You felt him trace them, they no longer hurt but they were oddly sensitive still.

“I am sorry.”

“I have forgiven you.”

He kissed the back of your head again, then the side. His fingers hooked under the waistband of your trousers and slowly pulled until your rear was against him. Your face burned when feeling him hard against your behind.

An arm came around to hold you close. His mouth latched onto your neck again and send your mind into a spin. You teasingly bumped into him when his fingers tickled at your waist. He grunted at the pleasant pressure it caused, and his hand skimmed down to your rear.

He was very careful to touch it, he had not forgotten that the last person who had done so had ended up with their nose broken. Thankfully, your response to him was much more pleasant.

The hunger in him was present in the way he lavishly moved his mouth over your neck. It was perhaps the first time he had touched your rear on purpose, you did react surprised and jolted a bit, but then surrendered when hearing how content he sounded to be allowed to do it. The sound of his breathing, that deep humming…

All of it because he wanted you so much. It had an effect on your body…

“I believe I am stirring something in your loins.” The cocky twit’s senses were on point.

It had been something you had said to him once to get on his nerves, how could you have known back then that you would fall for him? Or that he would be able to pick up on such a thing?

You turned into his arms, still hiding behind your own, and rolled your eyes a little, “Are you gonna bring that up for the rest of our lives?”

He had a sudden hold on your waist and made you walk backwards until you were

against the wall next to an old painting. You were still trying to hide your bare self behind your arms, he noticed but did not comment on it.

“I should. For I want you to know that I can sense your needs, and I shall tend to them.” He made the vow.

And you were oh so clearly in need tonight. Even if he had not been focusing to pick up on the change in scent, he still would have noticed. Tonight his heritage was a blessing.

You didn’t know where to look and cast your eyes to the floor. Your witty mouth had abandoned you, the only thing left was the building shyness that threatened to silence you.

“You’re very bold for a former monk.” You fired.

He smirked at the return of the fire in you. “You are usually not this shy.”

You would have smacked his arm if you didn’t need your own to stay where they were. “I’m bare in front of you!”

His smirk changed a bit as his gaze went a little lower, a slight involuntary quirk in his brow. Not completely. Not yet…

You needed no magic to know what he was thinking, that look said it all.

With the knuckle of his index finger he stroked along your jaw to your chin. “And you are beautiful.”

Hearing it healed some of the pain inside that rejection had caused. You bit your lip, feeling your eyes get a bit watery but refusing to let the tears go. “So are you.”

He cupped your cheek, running his thumb up and down over it as he leaned in to put his lips to yours. With nerves wrapping your stomach into a knot, you moved your arms and brought him closer, until his chest was against yours. Mouths slid together, teeth over lips over tongues, slow and intimately. Your fingers trailed over his arms and chest, sometimes you could feel him shiver because of it.

The hand at your waist moved to your abdomen, where it slowly went higher until it cupped a breast. He did it with so much caution, as if he feared you’d push him off otherwise. You dared to bite down on his lower lip, never hard enough to draw blood, just enough to remind him who he was with. The sound he let out did not make it seem like he disliked it, quite the contrary. Gingerly he dragged his hand down your front again, to the waistband of your trousers.

“May I?” His question was a breath on your lips.

You gave a quick nod. “Please.”

As his mouth slowly traveled to the bottom of your jaw, his hand sank into your trousers. With the use of his index and middle finger he massaged the ache between your legs.

Being against the wall now was a blessing, for your body felt like floating away the longer he worked on it. It was tentatively slow, he took his time to figure out what sort of touch you preferred. The patience and devotion he displayed towards your pleasure greatly helped to calm your nerves.

Just like in the forest, he could feel the arousal on his fingers. He would see to it that you would not go to sleep unsated.

“You’re really… good at that.” You meant it.

At hearing the praise, he kissed your temple and smiled against it. “It is a very rewarding practice.”

That cheeky…

It did make you chuckle, but it turned into a moan when he got just the right angle. The bastard even hushed you, you shot him a glare, he grinned back. Of course he did not prevent it from happening again, he was the one still causing it. You held on to his arm as that pleasant feeling build inside again.

“Will you let me feel you?” The question tumbled out of him.

It was confusing, he was doing so already. You barely got the question out without it turning into a moan, “Feel?”

His hot breath was on the shell of your ear. “Inside.”

Your answer took a couple of seconds to come, “Yes.”

He stroked you some more before doing so, coating his fingers in the wetness. If he were to bed you, he wished to know if it would hurt you or not. He would not be comfortable bringing himself inside if he didn’t know you could take him. If he could already please you this way, it would take away some of the anxiousness he felt towards copulation.

The tip of his finger announced itself and you grabbed a hold on his shoulder, putting your head against it. This could hurt, books and talk had warned you of it. But the curiosity was stronger than fear, and the thought of him trying to make you come undone was highly arousing. Your hips still wanted to rock into his hand, seeking the friction you now missed. He generously used his thumb to aid in your search. With care, his index finger slid inside easier than expected. He still went achingly slow, and there was a slight burning sensation that got better every time his thumb began to tease. He let your hips control how deep he went, feeling you rock into him carefully.

His trousers had become tight on him, of course he imagined what it would be like. To have you, to hear you moan into his ears…

The pace was slow, even when he started to slide it in and out. Biting your lip was the only way to keep yourself quiet against his shoulder.

“Tell me how it feels.” His voice shook.

You doubted that you could.

“Good.” You croaked out. “Please…”

He increased the pace only a little, and felt your hips match it eagerly. You tried to undo the knot in your trousers, but it was difficult like this. He noticed and began to help free you off them, whilst continuing his task. They glided down your legs once the knot was loose.

Bare and vulnerable before him, a display of your trust, it was enough to bring him to his knees. But it was the arousing scent that clouded all his senses.

He withdrew his digit carefully and left a hollow feeling behind.

Your breathing was quick, and your mind was spinning. “Why-”

He hushed you and sank to his knees to the ground.

“What are you doing?” You reached down for him, a little alarmed, but mostly confused.

His fingers trailed over the scar of the wolf’s bite at your ankle. He trembled at feeling the warmth of your legs under his palms. “Kissing you.”

The confusion went away when he began, and you experienced exactly how strong one of the Ash Folk could be affected by scents. He kissed your thighs first, dragging his mouth to where the scent lured him to.

Moaning was risky, but that was exactly what happened within seconds of him using his mouth. With a hand on his shoulder, you tried to keep yourself from collapsing at the pleasure it gave. He had once mentioned that he would taste you too, but for it to mean this… to feel like this…

It was done so patient and lovingly, that any shame simply vanished.

He could feel the quiver in your legs and hear the quiet whimpers of pleasure, it was the first time he was on his knees and his silent prayers were heard. Sometimes he could feel you try to close your legs, all while still moving your hips more into him, in return he used his tongue to remind you why keeping them open was worthwhile.

After a while his face emerged and he let his thumb circle over you, gingerly sinking his digit inside again. He massaged, stroked and curled it inside. Leaving you to pray that you could stop yourself from making too much noise.

It brought you to the brink of despair, making your thoughts slip out in a whisper, “Gods… why don’t you just fuck me…”

Many crude things had come from you, but none like this.

He was on his feet instantly and pressed you against the wall with his body, “What was that?”

Oh no…

“I’m sorry.” You quietly said, not wanting to upset him, or make him think this wasn’t enough.

He looked genuinely stunned, perhaps even a little bothered by the profanity he was taught never to use. “That was the most inappropriate thing you have ever said to me. And you have said many.”

You felt like shrinking. “I’m sorry-”

He stopped you from apologizing over it again, “Did you mean it?”

There was only curiosity in his eyes now, it took you a few seconds to be brave enough to nod.

His eyes took you in for a moment, that disheveled state…

His hand sneaked between your thighs and he reinserted his digit, watching your expression in response to it, a gasp forced it’s way out of you.

He still worried. “I am more than what you feel now.”

You were clinging to his arms when it curled just right. “I know.”

As he seemed to decide, his thumb worked you further, it worked too well.

Your hand wrapped around his wrist suddenly, his eyes went to yours and saw how close your release was getting. If you wanted him to find the confidence to do this, you realized you would need to guide him a bit. If one was brave, the other would follow. From his wrist, your hand glided down to lace your fingers through his.

“Come.” You said, stepping out of your trousers that still hung at your ankles, and even when feeling quite exposed you walked into the direction of the bed with him.

The sight of the bed threatened to cause some fear, instead you turned and put your attention on him to remind yourself what you could have if you were brave.

“I feel very exposed.” Your smile was shy. “If you don’t want this, I’ll understand, and just put my clothes back on. But you need to tell me what you want.”

For a second he looked down at the clothes scattered around your room. You let him have the time to decide, feeling the temperature in the room chill your skin. Then his gaze rolled over you, slow and memorizing. There was a slight tilt of his head to the side, a sign his interest was piqued. You crossed your arms over your chest, bothered by the cold.

He brushed his warm hand over the goosebumps that had formed on them. “I want you.”

You could barely hide how nervous you were to ask, on of the many questions in mind managed to escape, “How?”

That answer came much faster. “On the bed.”

The sheets were no longer warm from earlier as you sat down on the bed, you tried to stop shivering to no avail. You reached for the only warm thing in sight. Him.

He sat down beside you to remove his boots, you watched him in silence, the nervousness was radiating from him, and you let him take off the boots at his own pace. Once they were off, he stood up again and turned to face you. He took a deep breath and began to undo the knot that kept his trousers secured, he moved very slow, like he feared you’d flee otherwise.

You locked up into a pair of self-conscious eyes, and gave him an encouraging smirk. “Don’t be afraid, Ash Man.”

Even he, a fearsome swordsman, had insecurities. Your eyes remained locked on his as he took the trousers off and kicked them to the side a bit. From then on, it felt like he was curious to see how long before your gaze would drop.

You forced your gaze to the ceiling for a second, feeling the smile tug at your lips. He stepped closer and by reflex your gaze dropped while scooting backwards on the bed. Your guilty eyes lifted to his face, he was reading your expression.

“Oh…” It was all you could think of to say.

He gave a curious look.

“I’ve just never really seen… you know… not like this…” You smiled sheepishly.

He was understanding, even a blind man could see how flustered you were getting. His knee came to rest on the bed, and in one smooth movement he caused you to lay down and was hovering above you. His hands were planted at each side of you, to be bare now you felt more vulnerable than ever before.

“Nervous?” He asked genuinely.

“No. I’m used to this.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm.

He flashed a grin and let his mouth rain down on yours again. The longer he kissed you, the more he lowered himself. The cold was gone and replaced with a heat that spread through you, you lifted your knee to rest it against him. You felt him warm and hard against your inner thigh, and carefully brought your hand down to touch him. He let out a delicious grunt the second you did, heavens he was hard. Seeing the blue darken in his eyes made the ache return in your loins. As you stroked him, his tongue entered your mouth. He grabbed your rear and gave it a squeeze, causing you to jolt, but his mouth prevented any curses aimed at him from spilling out of you.

When he squeezed again, you moaned into his mouth. To not admit defeat, your grip on him tightened just a little and his hips jerked forward into the touch. His teeth grazed your jaw up to your ear, by moving his knee against the inside of your own and then under it, he proved how easily he could make your legs open wider for him. Your legs could not close like this, he had slid his knee under your thigh. It was a vulnerable position to be in, still it did nothing but arouse further. He had you right how he wanted you. Under him, groin to groin, chest to chest.

He plucked your hand from his cock and leaned back just enough to see your eyes clearly in the dark. You read the question in his own, and nodded while cupping his neck. He moved himself against your groin first, grinding into you somewhat. You held on to his arms and lifted your hips into him more.

The confidence had grown in him, he stroked himself twice before aligning. Your body got very still as he pressed his lips to your temple, and himself inside.

It did burn a bit to be stretched, your body fought your mind. He moved slowly, gripping the sheets between his fingers.

You winced when he was almost completely inside, and he halted immediately.

He saw the tear brim at the corner of your eye. “I will retreat-”

“Stay.” You grabbed his hip, not wanting to back down now that it’s gotten this far.

“I’m hurting you.” He stated what he could see.

“Please.” You pleaded with him, and told him what had been taught to you. “It’s normal for it to hurt a bit. It will pass.”

He looked so guilt-ridden, and seconds away of ending this amorous encounter.

You brushed a hand over his hip. “I can do this. I want this.”

After a moment of thought, he gave a shallow nod. “Tell me when it is too much.”

“I will.” You promised.

Before he would dare to continue, he began to kiss your neck and throat, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin just right. You melted into the affections like butter, tracing the scars on his back with your fingertips as if you were playing a harp. He moved after a while, a slight movement of his hips that made him slide in and out just a little.

It felt odd at first, he’d wait a couple of seconds to do so again. He repeated this pattern until you began to crave the movements to come. With an impatient lift of your hips, you signaled that you preferred not to wait so long again.

His hips rolled into yours, into a slow but constant rhythm. Gasps for air and quiet moaning filled the room. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he reclaimed your mouth. His groans and moaning were both desperate and relieved. He was vocal, and worked to bring the sounds out of you as well. The burning had stopped, your hips met the pace of his with eagerness.

Only then did he try to thrust deeper, and saw that you took him well.

With grinding slow thrusts he caused the tension to build into your core. He made you expose your throat more as his mouth slid over the length of it up to your chin.

His teeth grazed the shell of your ear, his voice went down to a breathy husk, “Moan for me.”

The request was easy enough to indulge, the pace of his thrusts began to increase. You cupped his neck with both hands, his hot breath was right over your mouth. Your thumb dragged his bottom lip down before your mouth closed around it.

His release was nearing, the heat of you mixed with the sight of you was making it far too simple to come undone.

He kissed back with a fiery passion, and brought his hand down between your legs to help. You knew he was close, he had begun to tremble all over and his breathing had deepened greatly. The sight of him made the knot in your core tighten severely.

“Lancelot…” You kept your eyes on his face, panting against his lips.

The rhythm of his fingers matched the ones of his hips. The pressure that had build snapped loose inside you with one well timed thrust. Your nails dug into his arms as jolts of pleasure ran through you. He was almost too late to try and muffle the moans flowing from your lips by crashing his mouth to yours. His pace slowed as he felt the quaking and contractions of your body.

Slowing down was no use to stop his own release, he was too far gone and this was the last push he needed.

Just when your body began to calm down, he groaned and thrusted once more, a gasp left you when feeling him twitch and spill. His fingers clenched the sheets, low guttural moans came from him. He had lowered himself to prevent falling on you, a wise decision considering how much he was shaking, his forehead rested on your collar bone as he recovered.

It felt surreal, to be together like this, sweaty and spend. You felt his breathing get slower against your skin, so slow that you wondered if he felt as tired as you were. Your eyes fluttered shut to enjoy the dreamlike state you found yourself in. It was so easy to be tempted by sleep, so easy that when he finally moved again your eyes barely opened. Even when they were closed, you still sensed that he was looking at your face.

You hummed warmly and curled your fingers in his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. He moved and placed a tender kiss to your lips whilst he withdrew himself. Your body missed him right away, a new feeling. In your chest was a comfortable warmth now, and you touched your palm to his to see if it was warm as well.

His skin was flushed from his neck down to his chest, he was a sight to see like this. Finally your eyes made contact again, his were tired but filled with what you could only identify as adoration.

“I loved that.” You breathed it out. “I love you.”

He still was not used to hearing someone speak those words out loud to him. “And I you.”

Your eyes looked up and bathed into the blue of his.

His finger traced your cheek and nose in bewonderment, “Tired?”

You nodded and he moved to lay beside you. “I feel so good. Tired and good.”

It stroked his ego. He had never felt more wanted and appreciated. The way you looked now was the closest to divinity he would ever be.

You curled into him, head resting on his chest, “Did you enjoy it?”

He was massaging the back of your scalp. “I have never felt anything like it.”

In a good way or…?

You peeked up at him with inquiring eyes, Lancelot saw the silent worry in them.

“I enjoyed it.” He smiled down at you, “Very much so.”

A breath of relief left your lips as you made yourself comfortable in his arms. The silence between you said it all, to be close in the afterglow of this experience was enough. He was the first to fall asleep, no wonder as he had not rested tonight unlike you. The comforting rise and fall of his chest was of great help to fall asleep yourself a little while later.

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