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[seoulzie]

under open sky

WHEREIN: reader threads flowers into soobin's hair

彡 pairing: bf!soobin x reader 彡 genre: fluff 彡 warnings: pet names (pretty, love)

a gentle breeze rustled through the vibrant green leaves of the trees as you and soobin strolled hand in hand toward your chosen picnic spot. it was a perfect summer day, the sun shining brightly in a cloudless sky, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. you had spent the morning preparing a basket full of your favorite snacks and drinks, excited for a day of relaxation and fun with soobin.

while heading to the park, you noticed a nearby field filled with wildflowers. the sight took your breath away—daisies, poppies, and buttercups all swaying gently in the breeze. you squeezed soobin's hand and pulled him towards the field, a playful grin on your face.

"let's pick some flowers, pretty," you suggested, already imagining how beautiful soobin would look with flowers woven into his hair.

soobin smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "anything for you, love."

you both wandered into the field, the sweet scent of the flowers filling the air. you carefully picked a small bouquet, selecting the brightest and most colorful blooms. soobin watched you with adoration, occasionally picking a flower and handing it to you with a gentle smile. as you gathered the flowers, you couldn't help but imagine the surprise you had planned for later.

with your bouquet in hand, you and soobin continued your walk to the park. the park was relatively quiet, with only a few other couples and families scattered around. you found a cozy, shaded spot under a large tree that provided just the right amount of shade. the leaves had already fallen, creating a vivid carpet on the grass. soobin helped you lay out the checkered picnic blanket, and you both sat down, opening the basket to reveal the delicious spread.

as you nibbled on sandwiches and sipped on refreshing lemonade, you couldn't help but notice how radiant soobin looked. his eyes sparkled with joy, and his smile was contagious. you reached into the basket and pulled out the small bouquet of wildflowers you had picked earlier.

"close your eyes for a moment, love," you said with a mischievous grin.

soobin raised an eyebrow but complied, closing his eyes and trusting you completely. you took one of the flowers and gently tucked it behind his ear. then, you continued to weave a few more flowers into his soft, dark hair, creating a delicate crown.

"okay, you can open your eyes now," you said, leaning back to admire your handiwork.

soobin opened his eyes and blinked in surprise. he reached up to touch the flowers in his hair and chuckled, a rosy blush spreading across his cheeks.

"do i look pretty?" he asked, his voice tinged with playful curiosity.

"you look absolutely adorable," you replied, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips. "like a prince from a fairy tale."

soobin's blush deepened, and he couldn't stop smiling. "thank you, love. you're too sweet."

as the afternoon went on, you and soobin enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere, chatting about everything and nothing. the sound of birds singing and the gentle rustling of leaves created a soothing background music. you played a few rounds of cards, laughing and teasing each other when someone lost. at one point, soobin lay down on the blanket, resting his head in your lap, and you continued to weave more flowers into his hair, creating an intricate and colorful pattern.

"you know," soobin said softly, looking up at you with his big, expressive eyes, "i could stay like this forever. just you, me, and nature. it's perfect."

your heart swelled with love and happiness. "me too, pretty. this is perfect."

as the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden hue over everything, you both packed up the picnic and started your leisurely walk back home. soobin kept the flower crown in his hair, proudly wearing it like a badge of honor. he intertwined his fingers with yours, swinging your hands gently between you.

© 2024 seoulzie

[sunflowerwinds]

this love [h.c] | chapter four

summary: after the events of last night, you’re living in bliss with hazel: sharing secret kisses and gentle touches. you and hazel try a few new things. when isabel catches the two of you, an unsettling realization comes into play.

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: a lot of affection, blushy adorable sapphics, smut — fingering (r! receiving), discussions about homophobia, inexperienced! reader, knight! hazel is forever going to be the death of me.

word count: 6.1K

a/n: first post of the new year! i’m so incredibly sorry for the delay for this guys. life has been so insanely weird lately and i missed writing my sweet girls <3 new year’s resolution to try and post a lot more for yall. enjoy my loves ♥︎

‘this love’ masterlist

Time is sacred.

You never paid attention to time until Hazel. It either froze or went by entirely too fast when you were with her. Especially now that your relationship with her was anything but professional. Yes, of course, you were both extremely careful with how you acted towards one another when Isabel or any of the guards were around. Keeping your distance but stealing longing glances until you rounded a corner where there wasn’t a soul in sight and kissed until you couldn’t breathe.

The first week of being with her like this was indescribable. You never knew you could experience this amount of happiness within yourself. Though it took a few days for you both to become comfortable with yourselves.

The first day was on edge. You awoke that next morning to Hazel’s perfectly sculpted face pressed into your velvety pillows to match your title as royalty. As you stared at her cupid's bow, an uncomfortable amount of guilt settled within you.

What would your mother think? What would Isabel think? What would the kingdom think if they found out the princess was in fact more different than they thought. That was you were a sapphic and would not want to be wed to a prince, but instead a woman that was a knight.

You were afraid. Heart-aching, soul-crushing, overwhelmingly afraid for the future.

But the moment Hazel opened her eyes and sent you a tired smile in your direction, you felt a wave of relief flush over you.

“Morning, princess,” Hazel spoke through a stretch and a yawn.

“Morning,” you reply shyly as you brushed your tousled hair out of your face.

“Are you okay?” Hazel hesitantly raised a hand to caress your puffy cheeks from your well-rested slumber.

You can’t help but lean your cheek into her warm yet slightly calloused palm.

“Yeah. I’m just thinking.” You respond truthfully to her question.

Hazel caressed the apple of your cheeks, watching as the beam from the windows highlighted the back of your head to reveal your frizzy hairs. A bright angelic halo of sorts.

“About last night?”

You nod as it was true but there was so much more. Your half-truths were weighing on your chest uncomfortably.

“What happens now?” You question as you’ve never experienced anything of the sort.

Hazel shakes her head as she continues to caress the side of your cheek.

“Let’s just stay in the moment. It’s gentle here with you, princess.” Hazel whispers with nothing but kindness in her voice.

You simply smile tiredly and inch yourself more into her if that was even possible. You could feel her abdomen pressing into your own through the thin material of her shirt. Your arms are close to your chest as she continues to caress your face with delicacy.

A beat passed before you heard a soft knock at your bedroom door. You sat up with a jolt at the noise, practically snapping your neck to look at Hazel who, too, had a panicked expression on her face.

“Who is it?” You call out as you run a hand over your frizzy bed hair.

“Isabel! Remember? You wanted to talk about Hazel this morning.?” Isabel’s confused and muffled voice flowed through the door.

No. You, in fact, had not remembered. You were too busy kissing and snuggling Hazel.

Hazel mouthed to you with a cocky smile on her face; “me?”

You silently shush her with a playful shove to her shoulder as you shake your head. Hazel placed a kiss on your shoulder as she chuckled quietly at your embarrassed flushed cheeks.

“Isabel, can you meet me in the dining room? I’m not… presentable at the moment.” You nervously laugh, fiddling with a loose strand on your elegant covers.

Another beat of deafening silence.

“Alright. How long will you be?” Isabel sounded extremely hesitant from behind the door.

Guilt settled in your gut. You were going to tell her eventually. Maybe. You weren't sure if it was worth the risk. Yes, Isabel had never once showed you any sort of aggression or hatred towards anything but you never knew how someone could be when you revealed that you were, in fact, a sapphic.

“Only ten minutes. I promise.” You assure her, glancing at Hazel who seemed a bit weary.

“I'll be in the dining room then,” Isabel borderline mumbles through the door.

Once you heard her footsteps recede past your bedroom and down the lengthy hallway, you let out a sigh of relief. One of your hands pressed over your rapid-beating heart to try and relax your anxious thoughts. Hazel was about to tease you about how you were going to be talking about her with Isabel but as soon as she noticed your shaking hands, it was no longer amusing.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Hazel’s voice whispers as she notices how hard your breathing became. Her hand gently caresses at the side of your face.

“I-I don’t know what I’m going to tell her, Hazel. She’d—“

“You don’t have to tell her anything if you don’t want to. She is not obligated to know, princess.” Hazel assured you.

You shook your head before replying; “she’s my friend. I trust her.”

“I understand. If you wish to tell her, that is okay with me but,” Hazel licked her lips as she paused her words to try and find the right ones. “Are you going to be okay with it? With any sort of reaction that could happen after you tell her; bad or good?”

Yes, for the good. No; for the bad. Your mind was flipping back and forth. You were about ninety percent certain that Isabel would be okay with you and you and Hazel’s relationship. That small percentage of the gut-wrenching possibility that she could despise you forever was holding you back from saying ‘yes’.

“I won't tell her. Yet, at least.” You said simply.

“And that’s okay.” Hazel’s gentle tone reassured your buzzing anxiety.

You nod slowly, a smile spreading onto your face. Hazel’s lips curled as well, leaning forward to kiss your cheek softly.

After reluctantly getting out of the bed, though Hazel’s lips were a painful temptation, you met up with Isabel in the dining room for breakfast. Linda and Nina cooked you and Isabel eggs with slices of bread on the side with a few choices of homemade jams from the fruits growing in the garden.

Hazel had to have been in the knights quarters by now as you kissed her goodbye before making your way to lie to your only friend. Isabel had already begun spreading the blueberry jam onto the wheat bread with an excited look on her face.

“What happened in the garden?” Isabel questioned.

“Um, well,” you start as you pick at your over-easy eggs to try and remember what you and Hazel had come up with, “we kind of got into an argument about why she was upset with me. We talked it out and now we’re all good. I think we’re closer now because of it.”

Yeah, her tongue in your mouth ‘close’.

Isabel nodded along before tilting her head with furrowed brows. “What exactly did you two talk about?”

“It was nothing really. We’re okay now is all that matters.” You emphasized to the honey haired beauty.

Isabel seemed to not really believe what you were saying and you were internally panicking and hoped that she would move on. Thankfully, she just nodded and continued to eat brunch with you. She moved on to tell you that she enjoyed seeing her family so much that she was hoping to be able to leave the palace on her own to stay with them for a few more days.

“Bel, oh my god. Of course,” your eyes soften at her beaming eyes.

God, it was eating at you how you could lie to someone as incredibly sweet as she was.

“Okay,” she said through giddy laughter as she took a bite of her slice of bread, “I’ll pack clothing for the trip after breakfast. Thank you so much.”

“What did I tell you about the ‘thank you’s?” You raised your eyebrows at her, pointing at her with a fork.

“I know, I know. I just…” Isabel sighed as she looked like she was stuck on her words. Her eyes were following all across your features and it caused you to mess with your flyaway hairs subconsciously.

“What?” You let out a soft chuckle, avoiding her eyes.

“You seem brighter today.” Isabel admits with a sweet smile.

Another stab to the heart. This really wasn’t going to be easy on you, was it?

A few days followed and you grew more and more comfortable with being this intimate with the charming knight. The kisses were heavier and the touches lingered for longer.

This beautiful morning, you forced yourself to get up from the safe space of the soft bed and got ready for the day. Hazel strangely enough kept her distance from you as you got ready on your own. Isabel was still in town with her family so the palace was eerily empty; other than the knights, of course.

You brushed it off as this was probably just as new to her as it was to you. Two women being intimate like this wasn’t unheard of but it was drastically shamed upon. The thought of the two of you being exposed to the public struck an inexplicable amount of fear through you.

As you slipped on the dress, you watched her through the mirror as she stood up from the bed. You tensed up as her hands reached out to carefully tug on the ropes of the corset in the back. You sucked in a deep breath Hazel’s fingers grazed against the bare skin of your back.

“Is this okay?” Hazel’s whispers.

You simply nod, a very obvious blush on your cheeks as she ties the corset portion off to secure the fabric onto your body. Hazel traces the stitching before retracting her hands to smile at you through the mirror.

“You are beautiful, princess.” Her tone was genuine as her eyes fell to the sage green material of your corset portion of your dress.

“You are a charmer, Hazel,” you reply, trying to hide how much that lifted your spirit.

Hazel chuckled at your deflection of her compliment as she already knew how you were.

“And you are stubborn.” Hazel leaned forward to place a feather-soft kiss onto the crook of your neck.

The gesture caused the faintest of gasps to leave your lips before turning around to face her fully. You were met with her deep blue eyes staring into your own, a glint that was unrecognizable in hers.

“Would you teach me how to fight?” You change the subject, somehow suddenly remembering that she was a trained knight.

Hazel’s eyes narrowed for a moment in thought as you lean forward to scrunch up your nose in her face. Hazel copied your actions which caused you to smile adoringly at her.

“I think you could already put up a good fight so…” Hazel cleared her throat and jerked her head towards your bedroom doors. “Let’s go and test that theory, princess.”

You couldn’t believe she agreed so quickly. You had no experience whatsoever in any other kind of combat. The only thing you knew how to expertly do was disassociate when your parents scolded you.

“Wait, really? You’ll teach me?” You beamed excitedly at her words.

“Of course. Whatever my princess wants,” her tone deepened ever so slightly that caused shivers to run down your spine.

Hazel motioned towards the bedroom doors with a small smile as you hadn’t responded to her comment. All you could do was reciprocate the smile as you followed behind Hazel as she tugged open the door for you. She stood to the side with perfect posture as you walked past her, a soft ‘thank you’ leaving your lips.

You haven’t gotten any new news on how your parents were doing or if they had even arrived in the new country yet. You didn't care as much as you should but there wasn’t an ounce of guilt within you. You haven’t enjoyed yourself in such a long time and it was all thanks to Hazel. Oh, and of course your parents' obsession with giving you away to some random prince.

“What do you want to learn first?” Hazel questions as she walks side by side with you as you make your way to the back of the palace. “There’s sword fighting, hand-to-hand, archery— well that’s considered hunting more than anything but a skill nonetheless.”

“Well, what do you think I could be good at?” You ask curiously.

Sometimes you hated how you couldn't be inside of Hazel’s mind to see what she thought of you. When she looked at you, it seemed a lot more gentle than saying your parents were too. It intrigued you more than anything.

Hazel looked over at you with a smug smile before shaking her head. Damn her private thoughts.

“What?” You press with her a confused chuckle.

“How about we start with hand to hand combat, princess, yeah?” She completely dodged your question.

You would’ve minded a lot more but the way she tilted her head when she spoke to you made your head cloud with desire. You blush and nod at her suggestion. You followed her to the training area designated for the knights just outside of their quarters, eyeing the wooden set up of the swords.

There were a few bow and arrows and targets that were carved into wooden boards. Bow and arrows were more for hunting as you were told by your mother and father.

“How do we start?” You question as you stare out at the open area of grass.

“Before we start, we have to discuss the one ground rule.” Hazel cleared her throat, turning to you with a more serious expression. “The second you feel any sort of uncomfort or fear, you tell me immediately. Do not hesitate. I mean it, princess. It’s my job to protect you and make sure you’re okay.”

“I thought the job my father gave you was to keep me in line because I’m ‘stubborn’.” You quip with a cheeky grin.

“Well, he hasn’t been wrong about that, has he?” Hazel’s eyebrows rose at you.

You remained silent as you knew she got you there. Your stubbornness was evident in this very moment.

“Now, tell me you’ll say if you don’t want to do this anymore. Even if it's mid-fight, you tell me.” Hazel’s eyes bore into your own, your face heating up from the intensity of her deep blue gaze.

You nod, biting back your cheeky attitude to show you were serious about this as well.

“No. Words, princess.” Hazel shook her head.

“Yes, I will tell you.” You suck in a deep breath as you straighten your back.

“Good.”

Was it normal to be aroused by a voice? You asked yourself as she gently yet sternly spoke to you. You felt like you were going insane by wanting to have her instruct you how to do anything and everything.

Now being early summer, beads of sweat were forming at your hairline. Your hair was already into a singular ponytail, being held back by a piece of ribbon that was the same color as your corset portion of your dress. Your everyday dress clung tightly to your body, the flowy sleeves sending a breeze to up your arms with every movement. Hazel had half of her short hair tied up, the look suiting her quite well. You were afraid you would be distracted and get accidentally punched in the face.

“Now, when in combat, a lot of the time your opponent will try to throw you off guard but it's usually some form of punch,” Hazel explained as she slowly circled you.

“Okay, how do I do that?” You turn your head to follow her body.

“Do what?” Hazel blinked.

“Throw a proper punch.” Your eyes are wide with curiosity.

Hazel stopped her circling right in front of you with a soft smile.

“Hold your fists up for me, princess. Like this.”

Hazel demonstrated what your stance should be. You imitate her position, holding your fists straight outwards. She shook her head at you before reaching forward to adjust your arms so that your elbows were bent.

“There we go.” Her voice is calm before she holds up her palms. “Now take a hit at my hand. I need to see how hard you—“

You throw your fist forward to her palm with all the strength you can muster as she is still talking to you. Hazel stops talking to wince at your blow, shaking her hand out to ease the sting that followed throughout her palm and wrist.

You gasp and cover your mouth with both of your hands, muttering out soft apologies quickly. Your own knuckles burned slightly but all you could think about was how you hurt Hazel.

Hazel then chuckled as she shook her head as well, still shaking her hand. “That was good, princess. You are a lot stronger than you look. Hit me again.”

You froze as you noticed her pale cheeks were now slightly flushed as her smile grew. You take position once again as you throw the punch again to her other open palm. Hazel was tense as she urged you to throw the punch again and again and again.

Each blow felt… like a relief. All the pent-up annoyance and anger that was towards your parents for the past 20 years were being let out at the moment.

“You know, you could’ve been a knight if not a princess,” Hazel spoke up as she was finally giving her palms a rest from your slight aggression.

Your chest was panting softly as you too needed a small break, tilting your head at Hazel. A proud smile settled on Hazel’s face which caused you to reciprocate with a tight-lipped grin.

“Really?” You shut one eye as the sun’s rays beamed onto your heated skin, slightly blinding you.

“With your strength, princess, absolutely.” Hazel leaned closer to you, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.

Your initial reaction was to look around for anyone but you were still within your own walls of the palace. Just you and her able to enjoy each other's touch. Once this realization settled in, you carefully placed your lips onto hers; a ghost of a kiss even. You tested the waters to see if she even wanted to kiss you when you were all sweaty and out in broad daylight.

Hazel chased yours when you tried to pull away, her hands settling on your waist. It was a careless idea. You wanted to be careless as long as you could feel her lips on you.

“What are you doing to me?” Hazel pulls away to ghost her nose over yours.

Her words were desperate, begging for you.

“Distracting my opponent.” You reply as you allow your palms to rest on hers that were on your waist. They slid up her arms to her biceps to grab onto the muscle lightly.

“You're a vixen, princess.” Hazel lets out a pained sigh before grabbing onto your waist tighter to lock her lips with yours.

The word echoed in your mind. You had only heard it a few times within the literature you read. A vixen was a fierce and sexually attractive woman. Hazel had just admitted that she had thought about you in a sexual manner.

You had merely read about arousing actions. It was rare to find intense and erotic scenes in the fiction you read but when you stumbled upon a few pages of it, you felt ashamed to be absorbing something like that. All of it was centered around a man and a woman.

“Do you want to go to the library?” You hum as you back up slowly from Hazel.

Her brows furrow at your suggestion, having not expected you to say ‘library’ of all places. Her demeanor switched as she knew the library was one of your favorite places in the palace; next to the garden and your bedroom.

“Are we done with practicing for the day?” Hazel questioned but she was taking gradual steps towards your backing away figure.

“I just want a little more… privacy, if that’s okay?”

Which had been code for ‘I want to devour you with no one around’. Hazel’s eyes eyed you up and down with only desire and admiration. Your panting chest and cheeky smile caused her to follow you without a doubt in her mind.

After all, you are her princess.

“You’re a little minx, you know that?” Hazel shook her head as she pointed at you with a smile just as giddy as your own.

You didn't deny her words but instead only continued to back away until you were speed-walking towards the library’s outside doors. Hazel was hot on your feet, a smitten chuckle leaving your lips as her hands chased after your waist. You let out soft giggles at her grip as you tug one of the door handles open to reveal the shelves of dusting books.

There in the far right, away from any big windows of sorts was a red velvet couch with gold lining. You eyed it curiously, waiting patiently for your knight. Hazel shut the door behind you as she peered out the window at the open field to make sure there was no one in the surrounding areas.

Once she made sure the two of you were okay, she turned to you who was already sitting on the couch waiting for her. You were sitting upright, staring up at her with wanting eyes.

“Can I ask you something, princess?” Hazel hummed as she traced a few spines of the books.

“Uh, yes?” You were confused but tilted your head to look at her side profile.

“Have you ever read erotica before?”

The question stunned you. Your eyes darted across the shelves in a panic as you in fact had read some hot erotica before. It had completely caught you by surprise the dirty words inked on the pages of some unknown romance novel. Yes, it was between a man and woman but the feeling it had given you ached in your lower regions.

“Only a few times, yes, but not many,” you admitted shyly.

“Is it arousing for you?” Hazel asked.

What is she leading up to?

Your nose scrunches up at the memory before replying with: “Not always. I feel the man gets a majority of the pleasure in most of them.”

Hazel merely hummed and nodded as you weren't wrong. However, it was painfully obvious as the ones who had read were in fact written by men. The pages were etched with descriptions of a man's ‘throbbing shaft’ and ‘reddening tip’ that had made your body cower in disgust.

“See, that’s the problem. There aren't many novels targeted for women.” Hazel now was inching over to you. You nod in agreement, still looking up at her with curious eyes. “The men usually treat the women like they’re nothing but a pretty face and something to control.”

”I’m pretty sure that’s most men in real life as well.” You add on, shaking your head.

Hazel now stood right in front of you, reaching a hand out to cup at your jaw gently. The motion made you freeze but allowed the touch with caution. Hazel’s rough thumb grazed over your lower lip, your breath hitching at the feeling.

“Will you let me make you feel good, princess?” Hazel’s voice was barely above a whisper, eyes locking with yours. “Show you what that should feel like?”

You almost responded with, ‘You already make me feel good’, but then you realized she meant like in the erotica: sexually.

“Yes.” You muttered in a trance, tilting your jaw up in hopes she would capture your lips in a kiss.

Just as you had hoped, she leaned downward to kiss you softly, both of her hands cupping the sides of your warmed face. Your palms slid down her arms as you allowed her to use her thumb to dig into your cheeks causing your mouth to open a bit. Her tongue swiped over your bottom one hungrily. The kisses only grew heavier as Hazel was now kneeling down to where you now had to lean yourself to chase her addicting lips.

Hazel pulled away for a moment to stare at your flushed face before attaching her lips to the underside of your jaw. You jump a little in surprise but the feeling of her sucking and tugging at your skin makes goosebumps rise and a wave of arousal flow through you. Your cunt pulsed needily in a way that’s never happened before.

“Hazel,” you whimpered as your hands were sliding up into the lower part of her makeshift half-up hair-do.

“You sound prettier than I ever could imagine, princess,” she mutters on the wet spot on your jaw, excitement rushing through her veins.

This caused you to smile shyly at the compliment, cheeks warming up. Hazel pulls away from the length of your jaw to admire how beautiful you are when you’re so desperate.

“How did you plan on making me feel good, my knight?” You question with a cheeky grin, using one of your hands to trace around her hairline.

But you never failed to make her just as desperate.

“Do you trust me?” Hazel took said hand into her own grasp, raising your hand to place ever so gentle kisses on your sore knuckles.

In a dazed, lust-driven state, you nod eagerly.

“Yes,” you whimpered out.

Hazel let go of your gentle hands to guide her own to the bottom of the skirt portion of your dress. You watch the charming knight with eager eyes to see what she is going to do. Her palms were pressing into the plush of your thighs underneath the skirt, the mystery of what she was planning on doing was driving you insane.

“You’ll tell me if you want me to stop and I will, okay?” Hazel’s warm palms were massaging the skin sensually, leaning down to kiss at your exposed knee.

“I don’t think I’ll want you to,” you admit with a soft chuckle as she kisses just a bit higher past your knee.

Hazel too chuckled but she shook her head: “Even so, you change your mind and you let me know immediately, princess. Okay?”

You nod and mutter an ‘okay’ back. Hazel sucked in a deep breath before inching her hands up to the waistband of the undergarments of your dress. Your breathing grew rapid as she began to tug the material down your thick thighs. Hazel watched your face for any sort of discomfort but you only appeared excited for what was to come.

You lifted your feet to allow her to remove them completely. It was an arousing thought to know you were bare for her underneath the skirt of the dress. You’d only ever worn them with your day-to-day dresses as you found them restricting but didn't want to risk accidentally revealing your bottom to the palace staff.

One of her hands tossed the white cotton shorts to the side as the other was at the crevice of your hip and thigh. Your eyes fluttered as her fingers teased on the outside of your aching lips. Your mouth fell open as she gently parted your legs, a breeze brushing past your wet pussy.

“Can I touch you here?” Hazel’s hands brushed past your pubic bone, just above where you were hoping she would touch the most.

“Please,” you breathed out, adjusting yourself to where you were more towards the edge of the couch.

Hazel hummed as she carefully dragged a single finger through your folds. You were practically dripping with arousal, the noise sending shivers down your spine. Hazel muttered a curse under her breath at the feeling of how warm you were. She switched to two fingers just teasing at your cunt. The obscene sound made her feel like she was the luckiest woman to exist to be touching you like this.

Hazel did something that almost made you moan out loud. She suddenly removed that hand from underneath your dress to take her glistening fingers into her mouth. The knight didn't hold back a moan at the taste, needing more of you. The moan causes your ego to boost to the highest extent and you whine at the loss of her attention.

“I could taste you forever,” Hazel groaned before leaning forward to kiss you passionately.

You whimper against her mouth as you get a hint of your arousal on her lips. It wasn’t as good as Hazel was making it out to be but it only made you wetter at the fact that she audibly moaned at the taste of your cunt.

Hazel’s hands pushed the clothing up your legs to rest right on your upper thighs to sneak one hand underneath the skirt. That same hand made its way to your aching core to slip her middle finger into you. You gasp softly, clenching down on her hand. The feeling was foreign but you strangely couldn't get enough of it.

“Does that feel okay, princess?” Hazel questions.

You hum to confirm with a nod of your head.

“Okay. I’m going to move now and you tell me if you want me to stop,” the blue-eyed knight informs you before placing a kiss on your cheek.

You can’t really focus on speaking at the moment. Hazel’s finger begins to pump slowly in and out of your pussy, the motion sending shocks right to your aching clit. This time the moan that leaves your mouth is loud, followed by a whine that you can’t even begin to describe as other than feral.

As Hazel’s arm began to move forward and back, you were gripping onto her toned shoulders as leverage. There was slight sweat forming at the base of your neck and spine. Before you knew it, your hips were rolling down onto the finger. Hazel encouraged you with soft kisses to your cheeks and jaw.

Hazel then slipped in her ring finger next to the middle inside of your warm walls, watching as your face contorted in pleasure. Your brows were furrowed and your jaw hadn’t picked up since she first touched your hip.

“How’s my princess doing?” Hazel pecked your lips.

“Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” Hazel grinned at you.

You nod, too focused on how amazing her fingers are working into you to smartly comment like you usually would. They curl against a spot inside of you that erupts the loudest moan you’ve ever made to echo inside the library’s walls. Hazel presses her lips to yours eagerly; to both quiet you and kiss you.

Your abdomen was tightening up as her pace quickened. It felt like you had to pee. Were you going to pee on her?

“Hazel, it feels tight right here.” You place a hand over your stomach, panting as you try to explain the strange feeling.

“It’s okay. I got you, princess. Let go and it’s going to feel so good. Just like I said I would make you feel,” Hazel rushed out as her free hand was now rubbing circles across your untouched clit.

You trusted her so you listened to her words and continued to enjoy the intense feeling. The sound of Hazel’s discreet moans only drew you on. You arched your back into her as your head grew fuzzy as an overwhelming amount of pleasure rushed from your lower back to the tips of your toes.

Hazel’s voice was all you could hear, pressing gentle kisses onto every piece of exposed skin. Your chest heaved up and down slowly as you rode your orgasm out. Her words were not clear yet as you were trying to process what had just happened.

“Princess, can you talk to me, please?” Hazel’s hands were sliding your undergarments up your legs for you as you were coming back down from your high.

“You— What was that?” You chuckle as you shake your head, gradually sitting yourself upright.

“A little trick we learned in knight training,” Hazel joked as she kissed your quivering thighs.

You weakly pushed her shoulder but then tugged at the fabric as a silent ‘come here’. Hazel got the hint and leaned down to take your plush lips onto hers. You slowly kissed her with gentle hands caressing at her neck.

Her hands were resting at your hips, humming in a state of bliss with you.

The door opened causing you and Hazel to remove your lips from one another quickly. You attempted to appear as casual as possible but it was no use. You heard a gasp that left from someone’s lips causing you to look up to see Isabel with eyes wide in shock.

“I’m back from… seeing my family. I’ll leave you be, princess.” Isabel tried to back out of the room but you were quick to call out for her.

She never calls you princess. You're more than just the ‘princess’ to her.

“Bel, wait, please don’t go.” You take a step forward, urgency in your voice.

Isabel held her head down and pretended to not hear you, briskly walking out of your bedroom and allowing the door to shut behind her. You looked over at Hazel in a panic, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

“I have to go after her, Hazel.” You give her an apologetic look as you rush out of the room before you can even hear her response.

Isabel wasn’t down the hall as you expected but in fact, right outside the library’s door. She was nervously picking at her fingernails. Her eyes caught your own, widening at the sight of your nervous figure.

Neither of you spoke for a beat, eyes locked one another. You were frozen, afraid if you moved she would take off in a sprint to tell someone about what she saw you and Hazel were doing. The silence was deafening.

“So I guess that’s what you meant by closer,” Isabel finally spoke softly, clearing her throat as she tucked a flyaway back behind her ear.

Her words caused your brows to furrow until you looked at her to see her lips pursed into a smile.

“What?”: is all you’re able to reply with as you’re in shock.

“I always thought you had a liking towards her but definitely not that much of a liking,” Isabel joked once again.

Now, you were extremely confused. She was acting so normal about this. No snarky comments about how what you two were doing was unnatural or disgusting.

All you can do is reach forward to pull her into a hug. Isabel accepted the embrace with open arms as she allowed you to let out a soft cry against her shoulder. It’s been a while since you’ve shed genuine tears, especially around people. It was something that you had forced yourself to repress due to your fear of being seen as pathetic by your parents.

Every shout, every degrading comment, every lecture, every poke at you pricked at your tear ducts every time but you had forced yourself to hold back any sort of weakness. It would only lead to even more ridiculing.

“You don’t hate me?” You question through the sobs.

“You’re happy now. I could tell that day I left how much brighter you looked. That’s all I want for you,” Isabel pulled away to grab onto your hands lovingly, “she does make you happy, right?”

You let out a wet laugh, wiping your hot and damp cheeks with one hand.

“A scary amount.”

Isabel let out a soft laugh as well. Her face twisted into a serious expression, her face softening in a way that you’ve never seen before: fear.

“I am afraid for you two. If anyone in the palace finds out about your relationship, I can almost guarantee they will not be kind.” Isabel’s worried voice tells you and winces as she tells you something that shatters your heart: “I’m sorry to tell you this, too, but your parents are also coming home a month early. They should be here in two weeks. One of the knights that patrols the gates heard from a messenger. He informed me when I arrived back.”

You stare at Isabel not knowing what to say. You weren’t ecstatic. Why would you be? You and Hazel have barely shared a week together and now what could’ve been three months had shrunk to one.

Time is fleeting. Time is a new found enemy.

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[the--rebel--fae]

Heyy, I have a little one shot request for Sanji (if that's okay). So, basically how would he reacts when he finds out that the reader has some old (like 5+ years old) self harm scars? Like, the reader is doing okay now but I have a feeling that Sanji's heart would probably break for them. Could be a little NSFW if you want. Honestly, I have a feeling that in this type of scenario Sanji would be the one who needs the comforting lmao (but go with what feels right to you ofc)

A/n: Hi!!! Of course it's ok my dear! I love writing for our little love sick chef! I hope you don't mind that it came out a lot more sappy than I initially thought it would. It kinda got away from me a bit. Eheh. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Tw: slight allusion to self harm and nsfw suggestiveness. But elsewise nothing but sappy fluff!

Love Can Heal

Fem! Reader x Sanji

“(Y/n), oh you are so beautiful mon ange.” Sanji groaned out as he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses from the corner of your mouth to your neck.

You let out a soft groan at his ministrations but then flinched slightly when he pulled the top and sleeve of your low boat neck shirt down. ‘Hopefully he doesn’t notice. Please don’t notice.’ You chanted in your head.

You hear Sanji let out a sharp gasp and you can’t help but cringe.

‘Dammit. He noticed.’

“My love, are these what I think they are?’” He murmured softly as he scootched closer to you on your shared bed.

Letting out a soft sigh, you look up into his beautiful eyes. “They are. But I can explain. More than five years ago, I was in a very dark place. So, I tended to do…that to try and relieve myself of my grief. But then, you guys found me and took me in as a Straw Hat, and that made everything better. Not right away, but you and everyone else fixed what I thought was long dead.” You grabbed Sanji’s hand and placed it in yours. “I’m alright now, Sanji.”

Sanji pulled his hands from yours and cupped your face. “That makes me happy that you are happy, my love. But what breaks my heart is that you felt you had to hide this.”

You glanced down at your lap and moved so you were snuggling into your boyfriend. “I was worried about what you would think of the scars.”

“(Y/n).”

Your head snapped up at hearing Sanji say your name so harshly. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Yes, I think all women are beautiful. But you outshine them all. You are my goddess. And the fact that you have come out the other side of this trial…alive, is a testament to how strong and amazing you are. And how lucky I am to be able to call you mine.”

Tears began to form in your eyes at Sanji’s beautiful words. You quickly pulled him into a passionate and sweet kiss. “Thank you, Sanji. That means the world to me. More than you’ll ever know. I love you so much, my handsome prince.” You whispered against his lips.

Sanji kissed you once more before gently bumping his forehead with yours and looking you in the eyes. “I love you, my beautiful princess. Forever and always.”

You let out a light giggle. “Yep. Forever and always.”

A/N: Well, I hope you liked the one shot! It was really sweet to write. I'm glad I got to write this! Feel free to request something again soon! And if anyone wants a personalized fan fiction story of their own from One Piece to Pokemon and more! I have many options! And I’d be happy to write y’all a story that you’d love! Just click this link below! And if you wanna keep up with what I’m doing with stories and updates on my shop, feel free to follow me here on Tumblr and on Instagram under Rebel Fae Productions

[nidhi-writes]

Kalvare - Vaanathi x ArulMozhi

The young maiden with her trembling hands as she walked into the chamber that will be shared by her and her love, the one that stole her heart for a long time, her Prince, her King and her husband now.

What if she couldn't satisfy him or his needs? What if she was not that beautiful for him to admire? Her covered body would be fully visible to his eyes now and only his forever. Will he leave her, seeing she is not a woman enough for him?

Each step she took made her heart thump faster, and at last, she reached inside. Her eyes looked around to find no one, as the dim lights made the place more surreal. Cold hair brushed her face and made her hair flow, and just like that, her eyes found the one she always searched for: her love and her heart.

He stands on the balcony, and the moonlight shines through him, making him look like Devendhiran(Indira), who could steal anyone's heart with his shining beauty.

And just like that, all the trembling thoughts left the young and beautiful princess as her husband's soft eyes shined upon her, pouring so much love out of them.

He slowly raised his hand and opened his palm, indicating her to place hers, which she did. A simple touch of their hands made their legs go jelly, but luckily, he was there to catch her, as always.

"Finally, my wife found the way to our chamber as she did with my heart," he whispered. The Arulmozhi Varman smiled at Vaanathi, his love and his princess, whom he would always cherish and never let go.

He placed her before him, her back resting against his chest, his arms encircling her protectively. They stood in silence for a moment, simply feeling the warmth of each other's presence.

"You find your comfort?" He asked, to which Vaanathi hummed 'Hmm' as she looked at the moon and the stars shining down upon them.

"Is the chilly weather okay for my Queen?" Arulmozhi chuckled as he whispered into her ears, causing Vaanthi to blush as she hummed again, 'Hmm.' This caused him to smirk as he looked at her, who was trying hard not to look at him because of her shyness.

"Will you tell me your wishes tonight? Or just humming with your sweet voice for me to decrypt it?" he whispered as his lips brushed against her ear, causing her chest to heave and her breath to be rapid.

Vaanathi turned slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. With a smile, she opened her mouth only for a beautiful melody to be left from her mouth.

En Aasai En Aasai Naana Solvaen En Aasai Naana Solvaen En Aasai Neeyae Sonnal Kannalae Aamam Enbaenae (What my desire is…I can always tell you. But if you can express (guess) it yourself. I will concur with my eyes.)

His hold on her tightened as he smiled at her words and how she sang her feelings. "Is that so?" He replied as he lifted her and walked down to their bed. He placed her gently like a flower and settled beside her. He chuckled once again at her shyness. "What happens next, then?" he asked, smirking at her. Vaanathi once again replied with a song as she continued her feminine desire to be outspoken with her song to her thief.

Engengae Udathum Poagum Angangae Uyirum Pogum Anbala Aalacholvaenae Valimigum Idangal Valimigaa Idangal Thamizhukku Therigindrathey Valimigum Idangal Valimigaa Idangal Thangalukku Therigindrathaa (Wherever your lips are going. My breath is following them. I am asking you to rule me with your Love. The parts that pain. The parts that don't. Tamil(ian) always knows. The parts that pain. The parts that don't. Do you know at all?)

Arulmozhi left her speechless as he smiled, 'Ahh.' He slowly lifted her face and cupped it, playing feather-like kisses all over her face. His hands started to untie her saree, slowly removing the jewels that had hidden her beauty.

Vaanthi smiled as he slowly made her lie down on the bed. He then started to worship her and teach her everything she needed, and soft music once again left her mouth for his ears alone.

Kalvarae kalvarae Kalvarae kalvarae Kanpugum Kalvarae kaikondu Paareero Kankondu Saereero Kalai Solli Thaareero (O Mr.Thief (!!!!)… Who is immersed in my eyes. Looking through hands. Entering through the eyes. Please teach me that art. )

The room dimmed with laughter, moans, and lovable words echoing through it, sealing the life of two gentle hearts.

Note: I am planning for another one-shot of my favourite couple, VanMozhi, where the gentle Prince teaches her the art of intimacy. Then, I heard this song, Kalvare, from Raavanan. My god, is this a coincidence or what? My hand couldn't wait to type everything so that I could read them.

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[praetorqueenreyna]

Some Tamlin/Rhysand fluff for Rhysand Week Day 4: Court of Dreams.

@officialrhysandweek

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“Hurry up!” Rhysand called over his shoulder. 

“It’s a lot harder when you aren’t cheating,” Tamlin panted. He moved forward doggedly, each step sending his foot crashing through the powdery snow until it hit the rock a foot down. His boots and the bottoms of his pants were soaking wet.

“It’s not cheating. I’m just using my natural advantages,” Rhysand replied loftily. With each step, he flapped his wings, giving him just enough lift that his feet didn’t break through the thin crust on the top of the snow. His light, almost non-existent footprints were a sharp contrast to the trough that Tamlin was creating. “Do you need a break?”

“No,” Tamlin answered, clearly annoyed by Rhysand’s mocking tone. “You said we’re almost there, right?”

“Almost.”

They were hiking up the tallest mountain in the Night Court. Up here, the air was thin and frigid. It burned the lungs and set fire to the skin. Few dared to venture up this far. The mountainside was a barren white field except for small patches of crystal snowflowers. The flowers grew on the surface of the snow, their roots stretching to the bare rock and extracting minerals from it. They were sharp and transparent, and appeared to be completely inorganic. However, once picked, they wilted away into nothing in seconds. 

Finally, Rhysand reached the peak. A few minutes later, Tamlin reached it as well. He flopped down in the snow next to Rhysand, creating a fae-shaped crater that faintly steamed. Rhysand grinned. “Are you okay?” he teased as he sat down.

“No, I hate you,” Tamlin grumbled, eliciting a laugh from Rhysand. It constantly amazed him, how charming Tamlin was when he wasn’t trying. 

Once recovered, Tamlin sat upright and took in his surroundings. Rhysand watched him, a fond smile breaking through his sardonic exterior, as Tamlin’s eyes widened and he gasped in awe. From here, one could see the harsh mountains and dark forests that made up the land of perpetual night. Here and there, glittering lights from cities and villages announced themselves, betraying that the gloomy land was active and bustling. In front of them, the ocean lapped at the distant shoreline of the Night Court. Behind them was the distant glow of Day.

“It’s beautiful,” Tamlin breathed. 

“Yes, it is.” Rhysand was not looking at the view.

Tamlin shivered; now that he was no longer straining himself, the cold was leeching into him. Rhysand splayed out an arm and a wing, inviting Tamlin to huddle against his side. The Spring prince obliged, tucking himself against Rhysand and sighing in relief when the warm bat wing closed around him. Even here, as far from his home as possible, Tamlin smelled like sunshine and roses. 

“I wish I could stay here forever,” Tamlin mumbled. His cold nose was pressed to Rhysand’s throat, his words a soft puff of warm air on his collarbone. 

I wish you could too, Rhysand thought, but it was impossible. Tamlin was too brash, too honest, too impulsive to survive here. The Night Court would eat him alive. 

“Nobody wants to stay here,” he said instead. “You belong in Spring.” 

Tamlin fell silent. A thought probed at the edge of Rhysand’s mind. He usually didn’t bother trying to read Tamlin’s mind; it felt like an invasion of privacy, especially since Tamlin’s mental shields were so poor. Curious, Rhysand let the thought through. He smiled and pressed his lips against the top of Tamlin’s head. 

“I belong with you.”

[talesfromthesnogbox]

People Magazine, Page 31

Summary: Henry's decided to totally ghost Alex after their New Years kiss because there's no way Alex could ever like him back... right? He avoids all his texts and calls, and even goes on a date with a pretty actress named Emily for publicity, but how will he ever be able to face Alex after their kiss?

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,409

AO3 Link

Part 2 | Part 3

After New Years, literally everyone at Kensington Palace could tell Henry was in a mood. He needed a distraction, and quickly. 

So when his grandmother suggested (more like declared) he go out with Emily, a pretty blonde actress from a strong noble family who’d just starred in a period drama, he couldn’t say no. Emily was sweet, a year younger than him (the same age as Alex, he thought wistfully), very well spoken, incredibly well read, just the type of person he should be dating. He actually really enjoyed her company, and she seemed to enjoy his as well.

They were at a little coffee shop on their second outing together, Shaan sat across the street watching from the Range Rover that had driven them there, when he felt his phone vibrate on the table. 

Alex Claremont Diaz [12:45 p.m.]

come on Henry, you can’t ignore me forever

Henry sighed and flipped the phone over, turning his attention back to Emily.

“Is everything okay?” 

He nods. “Yes, yes sorry to be so rude, I’m fine, thank you.”

Emily smiles and looks pointedly at his phone. “Are you sure? I’m sorry if this is too forward, but you seem to be rather distracted today.”

He drops his head, nodding slightly. “I’m not the best company right now, am I?”

Henry wasn’t sure what Emily was hoping to get out of this ‘relationship’. She was different than the other women he’d gone on dates with, a lot more reserved, less enthusiastic about flaunting the fact that she was with him, and more interested in actually speaking to him. She was also a lot more forthcoming than anyone else was, and wasn’t afraid to hurt his feelings. “Not really if we’re being honest, but I have a hunch it’s because you have something on your mind.” She leaned forward across the table, and took his hand in both of hers, prompting him to look up at her. “Cameras, remember? If you’re going to fake date me, might as well make it look somewhat convincing.”

“…Fake…?”

Emily giggled very girlishly, out of character for her as far as he could tell, but she was right, the whole point of their outing was for the cameras. “Henry I signed an NDA, my mother was the one who told me I’d be going to dinner with a man I’d only met at state balls, and your head has been in the clouds the whole time. I know what this is, tell me about her.” 

“You signed an NDA?” Henry asked, looking more for a confirmation from her than as a genuine question.

“I did.”

He looked around and stood up from the chair, taking her hand and guiding her out onto the street. “Before I tell you anything, would you mind helping me make this look convincing?”

Emily giggled, dragging him around the corner of the cafe, barely concealed by the alley. A perfect spot for a sordid love affair. “Of course, plant one on me, Prince Charming.”

Henry knew realistically the cameras were completely trained on the two of them, so with a big smile, he wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Immediately, he was comparing this to his kiss with Alex. He missed the smell of Santal 33 and sweat, the feeling of stubble beneath his lips, he craved the feeling of Alex’s hands on his hips, dragging him closer. But those were all things he could not have, so for the moment, he had Emily. 

Shaan drove them back to KP, and they decided to take a stroll around the gardens where Henry resolutely decided Emily was trustworthy.

“I don’t mind doing this for you Henry, but why can’t you just be with her if that’s where your heart lies?”

Henry took a deep breath and twisted the signet ring around his pinky finger. “Him, actually.”

“Ah.” Emily’s reply was soft, she nodded along with the realization. “Is he your boyfriend?”

He chuckled. “No, he… er, it was kind of a mistake. I don’t even think he’s interested in men, but some alcohol was involved, and I got jealous and… well…”

“You kissed him?”

Henry nodded. “I kissed him.”

“He didn’t react badly, did he?”

His eyes met Emily’s, and the fierce expression of protectiveness on her face made him instantly fond. 

“No, quite the opposite actually, he kissed me back.” This is normally something Henry would talk about with Bea, but she’d been spending some extra time in Sandringham after Christmas, and he’d not gotten the chance to fill her in. She knew about his raging crush on Alex, she’d figured it out quickly after he left the palace from their press weekend, so he knew she’d be ecstatic to hear he’d finally made a move. It was freeing though, being able to talk about it with someone else, not having to disclose names or places, and it being someone totally outside the situation.

“Then what’s the problem?”

Henry felt relieved, talking over his anxieties with Emily. She was a great listener, and gave him real advice, and for the first time since Pez, he felt safe showing his true self to someone, sexuality and all. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel safe with Alex, he definitely formed a quick bond with him, but it was different, a deeper bond he could only attribute to his big gay crush on him. 

“Henry, you can’t avoid him forever.”

He lets out a bitter laugh. “That’s exactly what he texted me at the cafe.”

“See!” She stands as she exclaims it. “It kind of sounds like he wants you too. You should text him.”

“But… even if I do text him, the pictures of us together are going to come out. What if he suddenly thinks I’m cheating on you?”

“All the better time for you to clear the air. Henry, I don’t want to date. I’m young, I want to focus on my acting, I want to win an Oscar, I don’t want a man right now even if that’s what my parents think is right. If you want to keep pretending this is happening between us, I don’t mind that.”

Henry’s chest aches as he gives Emily a sad smile. It’s more than he’d ever expect anyone to do for him, and he’d eternally be grateful for her, even though they’d only known each other a short time. 

“You’re a good person, Emily, I don’t deserve your kindness.”

“Shut up, stop being so sappy and let’s get you your man. When is the next time you’ll see him?”

The sudden realization of his next scheduled appearance dawns on him. “At the end of the month. I’m supposed to go to a state dinner at his residence.”

Emily whips around to face Henry on the bench they’d occupied. “Wait… is he a nobleman?”

He chuckles. “Well… not exactly, but he’s in the public eye, so—”

“Hang on… this man doesn’t happen to be the gorgeous son of the American president you’ve recently become besties with, does he?” 

Henry tries to keep a poker face about it, but winces once he realizes Emily would push on. “Em, you have to promise—”

“Oh Henry, of course. So what are you going to do?”

He shrugs, and takes sudden interest in his shoes. “I have to go, it was part of an agreement, but I just have no idea what to say to him.”

“If he kissed you back, then I don’t think he’ll be upset with you, he’ll probably be more upset that his friend hasn’t spoken to him since new years.”

“I know. But… I just don’t know what to do, or say. I like him so much, I’m not sure I can just be his friend just yet but I know I can’t be with him.”

She nods. “That’s tough Henry. But you need to talk to him. He’s probably got questions for you too, and he obviously wants to talk if he’s texting you.”

“You’re right.” The two of them sit in comfortable silence for a moment, then Henry reaches over to take her hand in his. “Thank you, truly. This has been more helpful than I can even say.”

“Of course, and thank you for being honest with me. Now come on, it’s nearly tea time, I’m sure your grandmother would be happy if I joined.”

[late-nite-scholar]

Aug 5th (Day 1): Prompt- Arcane / Beast 

Day 1: Beast- While on a job, Vilkas’ worst nightmare comes true. Orielle has to find a way to outsmart the Lord of the Hunt, before he reclaims Vilkas forever. Post-Purity. Prompts by @tes-summer-fest

Breton OC x Vilkas

Warnings- blood, canon-typical violence

Wordcount- around 2k

It'd been a week since they'd left Whiterun, now trekking through The Pale in search of an escaped criminal. It was rumored she was holed up near the Shrouded Grove, and had killed several guards who'd attempted to recapture her. That fact alone made Vilkas glad that Orielle had agreed to him coming along. Not that she needed his help, she was a dangerously competent warrior, after all. But… he worried. 

The sun dipped low, spreading twilight over the land as they finally entered the grove. Orielle was in first, sword at the ready. Vilkas followed a step behind. Neither were quite sure what awaited them, only that it would be dangerous. 

“You’re the newest ones to try and take me back, are you?” A woman’s voice asked. She sat on top of an ancient stone column, studying them. “Well they must’ve shelled out some coin. Better than guards and thugs. Sell-swords, are ya?”

“Companions,” Orielle snapped back. 

“Testy ones, too. I suppose I should be honored then, to be sought by the mighty Companions. And it will make the story all the better after I kill you.”

She leapt from the column with a snarl. But they were ready. The woman’s knives met Orielle’s sword with a resounding clang. She moved like a beast, snarling and swiping with her blades. Vilkas evaded a series of vicious slashes then charged, hitting her with his shoulder. She stumbled back, and Orielle cast Paralyze. 

“Okay, time to take you back to Whiterun,” she nodded briskly, pulling off her pack and taking out a rope. 

“Never! I will not go back!’ The woman screamed. “Lord Hircine give me strength!”

The spell around her broke, and she leapt toward Orielle again. This time, magicka whipped around her, growing more and more violent.  She would not go back! She was faster, and the Companion woman was unprepared. 

But Vilkas hadn’t let his guard down for a second. The moment she was in range, his big, two-handed sword took her through the body and out the other side. He pulled it free again, and the woman collapsed to her knees. Weakly, she held up a bloodied hand. 

“Lord Hircine, avenge me! I am… I am your most devout follower…”

She slumped to the ground, and a large man with the skull of a deer upon his head rose up behind her. In his voice was the howl of wolves, the roar of bears, and the screech of sabre cats. 

“I shall, my dear one. Go on to the Hunting Grounds, and be free.” He stroked the woman’s hair, and she gave a final smile before stilling. Hircine raised his head again, a sharp-toothed smile forming beneath his gruesome helm. “Because now I can take back one who spurned the gift I so graciously bestowed on him. Who turned his back on his pack and abandoned them.”

Vilkas opened his mouth to reply, but Orielle was already in front of him, sword and magicka at the ready. “You will not have him, daedra.”

“Do you think me some common dremora, little Breton?” he huffed. “I am a Daedric Prince! Lord of the Hunt and Master of the Chase, and you will soon understand that. At least for a little while, until you die. And when you do, when he kills you, his soul will be mine.”   

"That's not going to happen." 

"You cannot compete with my power." Hircine nodded to Vilkas, "Welcome back. I look forward to reclaiming you."

Then Hircine was gone. Orielle turned to Vilkas, who’d gone pale. In a voice full of fear, he whispered, “You have to get out of here, Songbird. Please.”

He fell to his knees with a cry. Orielle knelt with him, her hands on his shoulders. “Vilkas! You’re… it’s impossible…”

“I was a werewolf for a decade. I purged it… but Hircine’s power is stronger than that… I can’t fight it…” Fur sprung up on Vilkas’ arms and face, his eyes turning gold. As his face lengthened he cried her name. It melted into a howl of agony as he thrashed and snarled, trying to fight the process. But there was no fighting it. All the things he remembered; smells magnified, the change of balance and movement, the feral, animal instincts, all came rushing back. Before, he’d had a modicum of control over these wilder instincts, he’d been able to use his human, rational mind to overcome it. But there was no control this time. There was only him, and his prey. 

Orielle watched all this in horror. She knew he’d been a werewolf, but that was before they’d met. She’d never seen the transformation for herself. It looked every bit as terrible as Vilkas had described to her. And now he was no longer Vilkas but a great, hulking beast. He roared, showing off long, wickedly sharp fangs. 

Then his golden eyes fixated on her. 

Before she could react, he pounced, pinning her to the ground. He growled, deep in his chest. Those teeth were close now, his hot breath on her face and ready to tear her apart. 

“Vilkas. Vilkas, my darling…” she said softly, though she didn’t know how much of him remained, or if he’d been taken over completely. 

He snarled, snapping at her. His teeth just barely grazed her cheek, but thankfully not enough to break the skin. Wriggling and pulling an arm free, she cast Pacify on him. The wolf cocked its head and sat back, looking at her. Then it whimpered, and looked down at itself. Strange, yelping cries followed; pained sounds that tore her heart. 

Then he ran. 

Orielle watched, hardly breathing. But just as quickly she was on her feet and running after him. She couldn’t let him go like that! What if… what if he ran and hid and she never found him? She wasn’t going to let that happen. Even if she had to go back to Jorrvaskr and drag Besharat and Aela and Farkas up here to track him down. But that was only if the trail got cold. And she wasn’t planning on letting that happen. She would not leave her darling in this state for even a second longer than necessary.

Vilkas was crashing through the bush, making no attempt at quietness. Even if not for that, then the sign he left behind was more than enough for even a mediocre tracker like her to follow. He didn't seem to be thinking about where he was going, either. This was panicked flight, just trying to get as far away as possible. Perhaps the Pacify had gotten through to the real Vilkas? If only she would be so lucky. 

She kept following, knowing the spell would wear off soon. And sure enough, he leapt out at her again, snarling. 

"Do you think I will fight you?" She asked the wolf. He charged, but she sidestepped and he sailed by, scrambling to right himself again. She cast Pacify for a second time. Vilkas howled in agony again and ran off before she could react. 

With a sigh, she continued to follow him. She wondered how long they could play this little game. As long as Hircine wants us to, I guess, she thought to herself. That was a less than appealing idea. The Lord of the Hunt would not end this game until one of them was dead. Unless… unless she could outsmart him, turn the hunt around and earn his respect. That was what Besharat had done when brought into one of Hircine's hunts. Orielle sighed again. But Besharat was the Dragonborn, and she was not. She would have to be extra careful. 

As she ran, so did her mind. How could she earn Hircine's respect without hurting Vilkas? If she trapped him? Caught him? Would that be enough? What about if she cured him, took away his lycanthropy? She thought about what Besharat had told her about how they’d cured Kodlak and Vilkas the first time, going over the details. A nascent idea was swirling around in her head already. She wasn’t sure it would work, but she was going to try. She may have given up the life of a mage, but that didn’t mean she’d forgotten what she’d learned. Or that she’d stopped learning, for that matter.   

This time when the beast leapt at her, she cast Paralyze on it. The creature whined and struggled, but was now at her mercy. The wind whipped around her, seeming to whisper all her doubts over again. What if this doesn’t work? What if you make it worse? What if you can’t do it? 

She grit her teeth, snapping back. “I trained with great mages in High Rock and Cyrodiil. I have read and studied my whole life. And you will not turn my mind against me! Or do you seek to cheat at our game?” 

The wind stilled and she put her plan into action. She cast a life detection spell first. She could now see Vilkas’ aura, and another one within him, struggling to take control. Reading its essence brought a smile to her face. This might work. Casting Command Creature and Conjure Familiar so quickly they overlapped, the second aura leapt out of Vilkas’ body. She now faced down a spectral wolf nearly as tall as herself, but she held her ground. It tensed, growling and ready to attack. 

“I’m not going to fight you.” She said quietly. “But you are going back where you came from.”

She gathered herself, taking a deep breath and casting Banish Daedra. And prayed it would work as she put her whole will behind it. 

The wolf howled as it dissipated, its essence sucked into the swirling portal that flared up and then winked out just as quickly. The beast was gone, banished back to Oblivion from whence it’d come. She’d really done it!

But her celebration was short-lived. She turned and ran to where Vilkas lay crumpled on the ground. “Thank Mara!” she cried to see him still breathing and to feel his heart beat strongly beneath her hand. She could only hope he would now be alright. 

“Well, little Breton, you turned around the game and banished my gift once again. That part disappoints me, he was such a good beast. Fierce and lethal. He hunted so beautifully.” 

Hircine spoke with a wistfulness as he looked down at them. Orielle stood, magicka already crackling, but he held up a placating hand. "But I have also never seen anyone do what you have done, it was an ingenious use of spells. For that, I must commend you. To be an effective hunter is to use one’s strengths and wits to their fullest, as you have done here. Take him, then, and carry on. My devotee is in my realm now, and she will be happy there regardless of this outcome. Well done, little Breton.”  

Then Hircine was gone, and Vilkas began to stir. Orielle dropped down beside him again, a knot growing in her stomach. What would he be like? Was he truly cured? 

His eyes opened, now back to their normal silver-grey. In a wavering voice, he asked, "Did I hurt you?" 

"Not at all, darling." 

"Where are we?" 

"I'm not entirely sure. But we are going to camp here so you can rest. Then tomorrow, if you’re up to it, we'll figure out our way home." She kissed his cheek.

He responded by pulling her into a hug. "This was my worst nightmare… my greatest fear. But you stood so bravely…oh, my Songbird…you are so strong…" 

"Shh, don't worry about that now. It's over and we are free again. Here, I'll start a fire and we'll make some food." 

Once their meal was ready they sat by the fire, watching the auroras flicker and weave through the sky. As Orielle leaned her head against his shoulder, Vilkas knew he was the luckiest man on the whole of Nirn. 

[perfectionts-virgo]

Today Is The Big Day

I'm actually going to college.. it's been a very long four years of high school I made the best memories so I can't complain right now I'm putting my last bag in my mom trunk.. she walking out the door locking it.

"You got everything Pop ?" She asked walking to the driver seat door unlocked the car

"Yes, I got everything" I replied getting in the passenger seat

"Okay here we go, no turning back" she said starting the car driving out our driveway to the freeway

We been in the freeway for thirty minutes and it's been quite so I build up courage to speak..

"It's crazy that Today is the day we been talking about forever" I said turning head to face her

"Yeah it's crazy... I'm happy but I'm sad because I just realize you was my first and wasn't my last but you was my baby" she respond still looking on the road

"I know but today we should think about the good" I replied nudged my shoulder to hers making her laugh

"I know but you remember when I told you I'm you're adopted mother ?" She asked

"Yeah and I said you will always be my mother" I replied looking at her with eyebrow raising

"Well I have to be real with you" I said stop the re light turning to face me

"You're biological Parents been around since you was born but they wasn't seen" she replied facing the road again going down the road

"Okay you telling me this... why ?" I asked side eyeing her

"Well you're not like everybody" she said

"What you trying to say ? I'm like a vampire or werewolf no Scratch that I'm a prince" I replied laughing looking at her she had a blank face

"What you trying to say I'm a vampire ?" I said sitting up

"No you are a vampire but you are a prince" she replied looking for a parking spot

"Wait I'm a prince like royalty?" I said

"Most like Ruler... higher that royalty" she said taking the key out the engine turning to face me

We was sitting in the car in silence... it's one thing knowing you're parents been around but being royalty is one thing..

"I know it's a lot baby but I promise we was supposed to tell you on your thirteen birthday but life came and took over" she said

"This is a lot to take in" I replied looking the window see local Minding their business

"I know baby... but it's better for me to tell you or go out in the world blindsided" she said holding my face looking at me

"It's weird... I'm prince all of long but I seen what the wrong do to us...tsk I thought fairytale aren't real" I replied taking off my seatbelt

" to me fairytales aren't real but for you yes is very real" she said looking at me before grabbing her purse

As we getting out the car...We grab the rest of my bags and walked up the train station to wait on my train.

" I just want to let you know whatever happens you could call me" she said holding my hand

"of course" I replied looking at her with a smile

"I just want to let you know me and pops are very proud of you I know he's looking down smiling because I did that damn thing" she said tearing up 

" I know I'm gonna make y'all proud" I replied giving her a hug before I heard my train being called pulling away mom wipe her tears give me a thumbs up, grabbing my bag Walking my way to the train turn my head to see her wave at me for the last time...

I wave back making my way in the train founding my seat... looking out the window seeing her holding herself with a small small... giving her a wave, she sending me a kiss... the train Filled the train went on it way seeing from a distance seeing turning away making her way to the car...

..........................Two Hours Later............................

Finally made it to my destination, every grabbing their stuff getting off the train... making my way out the train waking out the station seeing a driver holding a sign saying my last name with nice handwritting...

" excuse me sir you're name is Joshua Aldridge ?" He asked

"Yes thats my name" I responded giving him a nice smile

He opened the backseat door for me like I'm a big time celebrity.... After I got in he close the door making his way to the driver seat starting the car making his way down the road.. looking out the window seeing the nice house and wineries then I see modern places and old business it reminding me the wineries and house and business from (Napa/Oakland/San Francisco/Los Angeles) then nice buildings and parks and locals from ( Texas/ New Orleans/ Atlanta) so mix that meets a town name "Old Wood.

we kept driving till I seen another college with white students little bit of diverse kids unloading their cars or walking on campus.. we was driving for thirty minutes seeing nothing but trees and a beautiful lake and then we stop infront a big fence I think I blink because it open slowly driving in, driving down this long road finally seeing this Castle ...

"We Made it" he said pulling in front of the castle

"This is a castle" I replied looking at him funny looking out the window

"Well it's a school for the Young and Gifted" he said getting out walking his way to open my door

Getting out the car grabbing my bag walking up the big stairs, stopped in front the huge double doors then out of nowhere they suddenly open by them selfs...

"I know I'm not tripping" I whispered to myself

Open in seeing huge the inside is Howard Don't have shit on this school...

"I'm happy you finally made it Mr.Aldridge" I heard a female voice behind me making turned to face her... a brown skin woman having her hair in a bob, standing 5'4", voluptuous frame, with beautiful blue eyes, wearing a light green Viscose linen single-breasted jacket showing her cleavage, indigo O'Connor Patchwork Jean and J'adior slingback pump

"Hi nice to meet you" I said having my hand out

"Hi my name is Rose.. I'm one of staff of Hemel" she replied starting walking

I start following her down the long hallway till we took a left turn making our way down the stair way...

"Here we are" she said walking in infront of other huge door

"Where ?" I asked looking at her

"orientation" she replied open the door

When I tell you I never seen so many black people in room at one time it was like I'm in a Twilight zone.. making our way to my seat next to light skin girl that look like zendaya could have a twin sister but little curvy... I sat down paying attention to the dean I guess telling us that we are special...

"We are excellent... we are history, we been a secret over centuries because they don't want y'all to know we existed that's why our founder "Mr. Ababio" he made this school to celebrate us and educated us that we are apart of something much more than historically problems it's our life to finally celebrate us... Welcome To HEMEL UNIVERSITY " He said loud with so much pride behind each word

Then a woman walking with long blonde hair flowing,

Walked up we're the mic was..

"Hello everybody I'm Headmistress, we are going to see what you are fit in meaning if you're a seven kingdom royals or royals or Werewolve or vampire or hybrid and etc... who are we going to do first is the royals come up" she said moving her hair out of her face

it took a minute for some students had the crown all lit up or some kinda lit... but this time it's my turn walking up the stage seeing all the students have all their attention on me making my way to headmistress, she gave a me a nice closed smile... I stand infront of her with her holding on to the crown raising her arms above my head putting the crown when I tell you the room had different shock expression turning head to see headmaster face to see his eyes big and turning to look at headmistress face shock, she hurried up and grabbed the crown and I made my way back to my seat sinking in feeling kinda embarrassed...

It's been a hour knowing that most of the students are magical beings... the orientation is over, making my way out the room seeing Rose walked up on me

"Hey" I said awkwardly

"Headmaster & Headmistress want to speak with you" she said

We walked to their office... she knocked on the door to let them know that I'm standing outside, the door open showing headmaster with a nice smile on his face, walking in the office seeing their office is Decorated nice with their own style combine together..

"Nice to finally meet Joshua" he said turning to face me sitting on his desk

I sat down on open chair infront of him

"Nice to meet you to sir" I said before I got cut off

"You can call me Anthony"he was interrupted

"Honey you have to go slow... this new to him" she said walking up to me sitting on the chair next me with a warm smile

"You are right... but he need to know why he is here" he replied looking at her

"I know but we have to make it understandable " she said looking back at him then looked back me

"Y'all want to speak with me ?" I asked looking at them

"Yes... we wanted to speak with you to welcome our new student" he said like he wanted to say something else

"Welcome To Hemel and I hope you have a wonderful stay" she said getting up walking to herself a drink

She walking back taking a sip... I turned to face him seeing something is bothering him.

"Are you okay headmaster?" I asked looking at him

"No im not okay" he replied looking up at me

"Why ?" I said

"How I suppose to feel when my god son I can finally speak to or even come face to face with I can't express how I'm really feel" he said looking at me then to his wife that had emotionless experience on her face

When he said that everything made sense but at the moment I'm shocked what he mean god son ?...

"It's okay to be mad... we understand" he continued looking at me

"We understand if you don't want to speak to us this own year till summer" she said

"Wait what y'all mean y'all my god parents?" I asked looking back and forth

"Well"They said union looking at each other for mental fighting who going to talk

"Well You're parents are one of the highest royals of the world" she said

"Highest ?" I asked looking at them with my right eyebrow raising

"Well your Great Great Grandfather in your father side is like Maza Musa" he said before getting cut off

"And you're Great Great Grandmother in your mother side is like Nefertiti" she said looking at me

"What so I'm like royalty ?" I asked looking confused

"Yes but Higher" they said union

Wow I'm a Royal plus I got god parents they owns there school they look so young.....

"How old are y'all?" I asked

"I'm 42 young buck" he replied looking proud

Damn I thought he would say 38 or something but damn 42 he look good... okay Anthony

"I'm 39 about to be 40" she respond scratching back of her head

Damn I thought she would say 36...

"To be honest with y'all ?" I asked

"Of course" she replied

"Speak your mind son" he replied

"I already know they been around for so long I just want to put a face to them ... I just need to think I'm not mad or hate them or y'all I'm just trying to process this that's all" I said looking at them

"Okay here is your room key and information of the school" he replied handing me the keys and papers

"And I hope daysha told you some of the stuff y'all can't really be here magical stuff but we accept the stuff you can't live without and we bought you stuff you enjoy even bought stuff from your favorite store" she said with a smile

"Thanks..." I replied saying it awkwardly

"Ur welcome hurry" she said

I got up walking towards the door turning around seeing them giving a warm smile holding on each other.

Walking out the door seeing Rose walking towards me.

"Hey how's the meeting ?" She asked

"It was cool" I quickly responded

"Okay here's the directions of your room, the room key and schedule" she was handing me the stuff

"Thanks " I said giving a genuine smile

"It's no problem... welcome to hemel" she said passing me knocking on the door waiting for a response from my god parents.

Making my to my room, seeing people socializing... walking up the stairs.

I guess I made it to my room grabbing my keys unlocking the door seeing how modern it look, it's not like Expected it was like  those luxury apartments you on YouTube...

Making my way and I see a light skin boy with blonde hair walking out his room I guess, wearing a blue fitted track suit...

"Hey you my roommate" he said giving a smile having his hand for a handshake "my name Erick Alexander Jr but you can Call Me E.j"

"Name meeting my name is Joshua" I replied shaking his hand

Then out of nowhere I hear the open a tall brown skin boy walking in white a grey hoodie and light purple sweats...

"Hey you're our roommate ?" He asked looking at him with a smile

"Yeah" he replied lowly

"Wassup bro my name is Joshua" I said giving a head nod

"My name is ej" ej said With wave

"Wassup my name is Romeo" he replied with a head nod

"Well I have to put my stuff in room" he turned around walking in his room " but we can chill later"

When he walked to his room... me and ej talked till I was tired, walked in my room grabbing my hygiene and pajamas and went to the bathroom....

.................. 15 Minutes Later........................

I'm now laying on the most comfortable bed I ever layed in my whole life.

Wow today I'm finding out my parents are king and Queen and magical beings are real... What a day

I'm starting to feel myself falling asleep...

[marcellussorina]

8

Thinius needs to talk to Marcellus, but about what? And how will it affect his date with Sorina?

“Marc! Hold up, bro!” Thinnius’ voice rang down the hall and Marcellus wanted to disappear.  His Captain would just find him no matter where he went; and since he and Thinnius were friends, best not to do that and ruin both their days.  Playing hide-and-seek with either of the Captains normally put them in less than stellar moods, and since he had a date that night with Sorina, he wanted both of the Captains in good moods and off his ass.

“Yeah, Cap T, what’s up?”  He tried not to look annoyed.  It hadn’t been long since he’d left the cafe where he’d been talking to Sante, and he was still pissed.  What to do about that situation would wait till later though.

“I need you to work tonight.”  Thinnius saw the tick start in Marcellus’ jaw and knew something was up.  He had a pretty good idea what too.   “Date?” Marcellus nodded.  “Great, you can take her along.”  The tick got worse.  “Before you get too worked up, I just need you to be in the garden from midnight to 2am.  Princess Kailyn and Asher showed up.  She was beat up and he looked like he had literally been put through a meat grinder.  Now we can add Damien to the list of those to be on the outlook for to come for a *visit*.  Do you think you can manage two hours in the garden with your date?  You don’t even have to be in uniform and you can star gaze or whatever, just keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.”

This he could do.  The hour was late enough that it wouldn’t interfere with dinner.  They could walk and talk, then spread out in one of the alcoves and enjoy the quiet.  He was pretty sure he could sell Sorina on it without seeming like an ass for having to work.  “I think I can convince her to work with me tonight since it’s in the garden.  You would have to pick our first date to pull this on me, way to add to my nerves.”

Thinnius’ brow rose at the way he’d phrased that.  There wa only one female that he knew of that made Marcellus nervous, had Marc finally done it?  “So my favorite lieutenant and sergeant will be on duty?”  The expression on Marcellus’ face said it all.  “I was afraid you’d never get the balls up to ask her before someone else took her off the market.  I’m sure that there are,”  he carefully looked all around them to make sure they were alone, “others who are not thrilled.  Be careful.  And if you need help…” He gave the other male a look that finished the sentence for him.  They had fought long and hard together.  Words were often no longer needed to convey things.

“Very displeased. Just keep an eye on her when she’s not around me for a bit.  I can’t put a finger on it…” Marcellus’ lips thinned and he took a deep breath, he didn’t trust Sante as far as he could throw him, his boss even less.  

“Always.  We’ll talk more…later.”  Thinnius winked and Marcellus nodded before they made their way now in opposite directions in the hall.  Both completely understood the situation and what was at stake, and implicitly trusted the other.  Things with the Princes were delicate to manage at the best of times, and after what had happened earlier in the day, these were not the best of times.

~~LATER~~

**Sor gotta slight change in plans. Don’t hate me.**  Marcellus had been pacing in his apartment ever since he’d met up with Thinnius.  Part of him wanted to wait till that night and surprise her, but he knew it was a jackass thing to do.  If he lied and made it seem like the garden had been part of his plan, she could find out.  It would fuck shit up.  He hated it when shit was fucked up.  

Waiting for her reply seemed to take forever, but according to his phone it was three Imperium minutes. **It’s ok if you have to cancel.**  FUCK!  He had fucked it up and tried not to.

**NO! Not cancel**

**Not delay either**

**Give me a second**

Sorina stared at her phone.  Was Marcellus okay?  The last three texts had come almost on top of each other.  Normally she was lucky if she got one word back.  Maybe this date did mean something to him, which made her smile a little.  **Take your time, handsome**  She threw in the last word to soften things and let him know she wasn’t mad or upset.   She had been disappointed when she got the first text thinking he had to cancel, but had hoped to reschedule. After their morning, and knowing Marcellus the way she did, she didn’t think he was outright canceling permanently on her.  Now she was just confused.

**Thinnius needs me in the garden from midnight-2.  Join me after our date?** After he’d hit send Marcellus was quite sure that was what he should have sent the first time.  Why the fuck was he so damn nervous?  He knew the answer.  She was his friend, a good one, and a warrior he trusted at his back in a fight.  Had been for centuries and he wanted to keep it that way.  Somewhere that had morphed into deeper feelings it seemed on both their sides, and if he fucked things up, he’d lose everything.

Sorina looked at her phone and almost laughed.  He’d been worried about that?!  Had he thought she’d be upset that Cap T needed an extra guard for something, and that he wanted her along?  Was he okay?  Sorina’s fingers flew over the screen on her phone, erased it all, entered something different, erased it all again, then finally put her message in and hit send.  **I might be persuaded to do that, but only if I get a kiss by the fountain.**  Her first two messages had been less clear and more teasing, and given his now obvious nervous texts, she decided not to freak him out with a miscommunication.  Maybe he wasn’t the only one nervous.

**By the fountain, the roses, AND the wading pool if you’d like.**  Now he could relax.  He had been worried for nothing.  If things were going to go right on the date, he seriously needed to relax.  This was Sorina, but that was also the problem.  

**You’re sweetening the deal.  Fine, fine, I’ll go with you. XO** Sorina’s head shook as she sent her message and looked out at the ocean from the beach she was sitting on.  It was one of her favorite places in Imperium to go, and she’d decided to relax there before getting ready for her date with Marcellus.  Otherwise she knew she would fuss over herself till she was insane.  The previous night and the morning had been perfect, and perfect things rarely happened to demons.

[robynmizore]

Redemption Chapter 7

Heart of a Dragon/United Under the Beat

A soft hand caressing his hair was the first thing that registered in Takumi’s mind when he finally came to. 

“Nnn..”

His mind still felt hazy, his eyes heavy with sleep as he opened his eyes a slit. 

“Good morning.” a soft, familiar voice murmured.

Robyn..

Takumi froze, the memories of last night coming back in a rush. His nightmares sometimes left him prone to sleepwalking, and he’d ended up on the hall way. Next thing he knew, he was sobbing in the Summoner’s arms, letting out all the emotions he’d tried so desperately to hide. The weakness he’d never allowed to show around others. 

“..Are you feeling better?”

The flush that had been creeping up his neck intensified, and he was bracing himself to blurt out a quick “Sorry!” before bolting out and locking himself in his room till New Years, but he stopped himself. There was no judgment in her tone, only the soft touch of her hand still caressing his hair, a gentle voice laced with concern. She didn’t look down on him for being weak. She was worried about him. 

She.. cares..

Takumi took a deep breath, slowly easing himself away from her, unable to meet her eyes, even if he could see them. 

“..Sorry you had to see me like that..” he whispered, his heart thumping in his chest, cheeks burning with shame. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Vulnerability is a strength, not weakness. It’s human.”

The reply was so honest. So simple. But what had he done to deserve such kindness?

”S..Stand up.” he ordered quietly, earning a head tilt that only increased his embarrassment. “Just.. just trust me.”

”Is.. everything okay?” she asked, but complied. 

“C.. close your eyes.”

”O-okay..”

The prince hesitated a moment, but there was no going back as he reached into his pocket, his fingertips tingling as they brushed against the stone of the necklace. 

“You’d better not peek.” he mumbled, earning a giggle from her as he whisked the chain around her neck, clasping it into place. 

His hands rested on her shoulders as he slowly turned her to face the mirror.

”Okay.. you can open them now.”

While he wished he could see her face, the small gasp that escaped her lips brought a faint smile to his face. 

“T-Takumi, where did you..?”

”I found it on the beach. I didn’t really have a use for it, so I thought maybe you’d like it?”

”Its beautiful.. Thank you so much, Takumi! I’ll treasure this forever.”

The brightness of her smile was infectious, easing some of his previous embarrassment as he let his eyes wander the room, lingering on the bookshelf. Already he could see she was forming quite the collection. 

So she likes to read too.. he mused. I wonder if she likes history and philosophy too?

”I never realized your room was so close to mine.” he remarked. 

“I thought you might appreciate the quiet.” she responded. “You were a bit standoffish at first, so I was trying to be considerate.”

”Look..”

As a pang of guilt washed over him, his lips opened and closed a couple times before he stubbornly willed his voice to speak. 

“I’m.. sorry if I was a jerk when we first met. I have a hard time trusting other people, especially when I’ve just met them. I wasn’t expecting to be thrown into this war. But.. nether were you.”

Robyn nodded, seeming to understand as her smile remained unwavering. 

“We were all pulled into this war unexpectedly. And yet we all united as one to face this enemy that threatens us all. It’s truly amazing!”

Moved by the dreaminess of the Summoner’s tone, he nodded. 

“Whatever the others may say about me, just know I’ll always have your back. My bow will bend to your will.”

”As will the pages of my Briedablik. You’ll never feel alone again, Takumi.”

A long look passed between them, and Takumi’s heart felt lighter than it had ever been, the beach trip being the exception as he turned to leave. 

“Well, we should get ready to depart. We’ve got to figure out how to defeat Muspell before more soldiers end up injured. 

“I-I’ll come with!” Robyn volunteered immediately, and he held the door for her as she fell into step beside him. 

The Summoner was oddly quiet, which made the prince frown. As far as he knew, he hadn’t said anything too weird.. right? His mind impulsively darted back to last night. The way her finger tips had glided lightly through his hair, rubbing small circles into his back as she dried his tears and whispered a song only meant for his ears until he had fallen asleep. And then there was the necklace. Had her eyes sparkled the same way the stone did when it caught his eye? A startled gasp escaped his lips as he felt his heart flutter strangely. 

Takumi’s sudden gasp brought the Summoner to an abrupt halt, glancing over her shoulder at him in concern. His hand rested lightly across his heart, his face steadily growing more scarlet. 

“Are.. you okay?” she inquired. I hope he’s not getting sick too..

”Ah.. y-yes yes. I’m fine!” Takumi replied hurriedly, seeming to be trying to compose himself. “I just had a weird dream last night. That’s all.”

”I see.”

They resumed walking, and Robyn decided against asking what the dream was about. While she was grateful he was willing to be so open and vulnerable around her, she didn’t want to push it. They made their way into the mess hall, Flora greeting them with a kind smile, pouring some fruit scented tea as they settled down across from each other at the fireplace. 

“Speaking of dreams.. I had this really strange one the other night.”

”Like.. a nightmare?”

”No..”

The Summoner’s eyebrow furrowed as she tried to recall all the details of the strange encounter.

”It all just felt so.. real. I was some snowy clearing, and some woman was talking to me. But it was so snowy and windy, I could barely see her face. She said her name was Gunnthrà and-“

”D-did you say Gunnthrà?”

Both their heads turned to see Fjorm staring at them with wide eyes.

”Yeah, why? You know her?” Takumi frowned.

”That’s my sister.. She’s been hiding away since Surtr took over Nifl.” Fjorm murmured, then turned a hopeful gaze towards Robyn. “My sister holds great power.. did you say you saw her in a dream?”

When Robyn nodded, perplexed, Takumi’s expression shifted from curious to deeply pensive as he rose to his feet. 

“I think Alfonse needs to hear this too.”

”So Fjorm’s sister might hold the key to defeating Surtr..” Alfonse mused, his face deeply pensive.

Commander Anna was there too, on standby, listening in. 

“I was going to engage Múspell head on like we originally planned, and you did go through the trouble of coming up with that plan.”

”Well we can always use that strategy for a later battle.” Commander Anna pointed out, running a hand through her long, red hair. “If there’s a way to defeat Múspell, we should act now.”

Alfonse rose clapping his hands together as he told Anna to gather their troops, and Robyn and Takumi exchanged determined nods. It wasn’t long before the group was mobilized, heading to Nifl. Gunnthrà’s voice echoed in Robyn’s mind. 

“Oh how I wish for the day we could meet face to face.” she’d said. 

Robyn hoped so too. For some reason when she had those dreams, she never once thought to ask how they were sharing dreams on the first place, waking with a feeling of frustration as the question continued to remain unanswered. 

“We’ll be at the gate soon!” Fjorm said as she led the way. 

“I don’t like this.. it’s too quiet.” Takumi muttered, the grip on his Fujin Yumi tightening. 

His eyes were looking around distrustfully, scanning every blade of grass, every thicket as if it might conceal an enemy. As if on cue, the Askrian army tensed as rapid footsteps sounded towards them, and Niles, who they’d sent to scout ahead, was hurrying back. His face was grim and devoid of its usual smirk. 

“Bad news.” he grunted. “Those dastards set one of our villages on fire!”

”What?!”

There was no hiding the outrage in Alfonse’s voice.

”There’s innocent women and children in that town! Don’t they care if they kill them?!” Sharena gasped. 

“Guess not.” Alfonse muttered. “Come on, and watch out for flames!” 

They took off towards the smoldering village in the distance, Takumi’s face taut as they closed in. 

“Stay close to me, okay?” he said. “These people clearly have no honor, and wouldn’t hesitate to attack you even without a weapon.”

Robyn nodded, warmed by the fact that he wanted to protect her, her mind lingering briefly to the mysterious rapier she had when she first got here. She could still feel its presence even now, and she could materialize it at will. But she was reluctant to share that information. Not until she understood more. 

A lone figure with piercing red eyes and pink twin tails was waiting for them, flanked by soldiers. 

“You!” Alfonse growled, drawing his blade. “Are you the one responsible for these flames?!” 

The woman’s red eyes glossed over the group with indifference as she replied. 

“And so what if I did?”

Despite the flames, Robyn felt strangely chilled at the coldness of her voice that seemed to reflect in her gaze. 

She’s so emotionless..! How can she look at such a nightmarish attack and feel nothing?!

Sharena seemed to share Robyn’s sentiment as she stepped forward, her voice trembling with outrage. 

“You could kill innocent women and children with these flames! They didn’t even do anything to you! Don’t you care?!”

The woman seemed unmoved by Sharena’s cry, drawing her blade as Takumi demanded roughly. 

“Who even are you?!”

”My name’s Laevatein. But that’s irrelevant because you’re going to die now.”

Laevatein raised her sword in signal, and the clearing exploded into battle. Alfonse lunged, the clash of metal ringing through the air as they met each other head on. They danced around each other in a whirlwind of striking blades, faster than the eye could follow. A group of pegasus flyers floated from the sky to join the battle, only to be knocked out of the sky by a barrage of teal arrows. Niles joined in, but Robyn knew he couldn’t match Takumi’s skill as the Hoshidan kept up the onslaught. 

The endless training he does really shows!

Flora, Jakob, and Felicia were on standby, flanking her as they threw daggers at anyone foolish enough to come near, and it wasn’t long before they were able to drive Múspell out. Laevatein glared at them as she snapped

”You might have won this time, but this isn’t over! Next time, we’ll burn you to bits!”

Takumu met her gaze evenly, lifting his chin defiantly. 

“You terrify me.” he deadpanned, his tone dripping with sarcasm and a hint of mockery. 

The Múspell general gave them one last hate filled look through smoldering crimson eyes before hurrying after her injured troops. 

“I’m glad that’s over with.” Caledori sighed, resting her hand on her hip. “But look at this awful mess they made! They almost destroyed the entire village! I don’t even recognize this anymore!”

”I know we need to get to Nifl, but leaving the village like this isn’t right. Surely we can stay and help with the repairs?” Robyn suggested. 

The destruction was reminding her too much of the day her kingdom fell to ruin, and she itched to do something about it. Sharena seemed to share Robyn’s feelings as she turned to give Alfonse a pleading look. The prince smiled gently as he relented. 

“Of course we can! What kind of heroes would we be if we don’t help our own people?”

The Order of Heroes was quickly divided up into groups, Robyn, Takumi, Ricken, Flora, Felicia, and Jakob tasked with distributing medical supplies to help with the injuries. Three young kids were huddled at the edge of the clearing with their parents, coughing loudly. 

“They okay?” Takumi called as they approached, and Robyn noticed the parent’s faces were taut with worry as they shook their heads. 

“Got a few burns on them.” the father replied, his tone heavy with exhaustion. “Sore throats too. We’re trying to treat them but they won’t hold still.”

The children were coughing and whimpering pitifully while their mother desperately tried to console all three of them. 

“Here, let me give it a try.” Takumi said as he knelt down beside the worst of the injured children, a small boy who couldn’t have been older than eight. 

“Hey buddy, whatcha doing over here?” he asked, and the boy stopped sniffing for a moment to mumble.

”W-well there was a b-big fire. It destroyed our house.. and almost got me too!”

”Whoa, that’s crazy!” Takumi exclaimed, the friendly smile on his face remaining as he widened his eyes, as if fascinated by the child’s tale. “I bet you were really really brave though, right?”

”Y-yeah!” the kid straightened his shoulders, and as they spoke, Robyn took the opportunity to treat his burns while he was distracted. “I barely even cried! And I helped Dad get my little sister out too!”

Takumi bobbed his head in agreement to the boy’s words.

”Yep, sounds like you were super brave! Say buddy, I’ve got a job for ya. But I need a brave, strong boy like you for the task. You in?”

”Yeah!”

Robyn smiled as she finished treating the burns.

”Well, see how easy it was to treat those burns? I bet it hardly hurt right?”

”..Huh?”

The boy tilted his head, then his eyes stole to his now bandaged up arms and his mouth fell open.

”When did you..?” Takumi seemed quite pleased with himself as the boy beamed up at him. “Wow, you’re amazing, mister!”

”Of course he’s amazing. He is second prince of Hoshido after all!” Robyn couldn’t help chiming in, causing the prince’s face to flush scarlet as the kids exclaimed in admiration, and with encouragement from the older boy, Robyn was able to treat their wounds while they peppered Takumi with questions. 

While he looked embarrassed, she knew he was secretly pleased with the attention. The children were still coughing as she finished tending to them. 

“Do you think they can manage a little honey?” she asked the mother, who nodded gratefully. 

The two boys accepted the soothing treat with enthusiasm, but the little girl hesitated as she eyed the gleaming gold liquid distrustfully.

”It looks sticky!” she complained. 

“It is.” the Summoner responded gently, her voice encouraging. “But it’s sweet and lovely, and it’ll fix your cough. You want it to get better, right?”

”I.. I guess so.” the girl mumbled, still looking reluctant, but she tentatively tried some, letting out a little gasp of delight. “Wow, it’s really good!”

”See? Told you.”

They shared a giggle, and Robyn’s eyes met Takumi’s. He was looking at her with a softness in her eyes that made her heart quicken just slightly as they resumed treating the rest of the injured, Robyn humming in contentment. 

“I didn’t realize you were so good with children.” she said as they worked, earning a chuckle from the prince. 

“Me? Look at you! You’re a natural!” When her lips parted in surprise, it only made him smile more. “I’m serious! This reminds me of the time I gave a piggyback ride to some lost little snot back in Hoshido!”

At the mention of his kingdom again, Robyn’s interest piqued. There was always a sparkle in his eyes when the topic of his beloved kingdom came up, and she titled her head to indicate she was listening.

”My sister Azura had found some lost little kid in the village and was trying to help him get home, but he wouldn’t tell her a thing!”

Amusement crept into Takumi’s hazel gaze as he continued. 

“So I told him I needed to get a workout in and asked him to help me out. Got him to tell me where he lived and everything. So off we went. Ran all the way to his house, past a shop, through a field, and past a big mountain, finally arriving at the really big tree next to his house. He reminded me a bit of my younger self honestly. Mischievous and stubborn. It made me realize how much I want a son like that one day. I just hope I can be a good enough father to him..” he finished with a sigh. 

“..I think you’d make a wonderful father.”

A flush crept on the prince’s cheeks at the conviction in her tone. 

“Huh? Y-you really think so?” 

“I know so. Just look at the way you handled the lost boy, and the injured children here. They aren’t even your own children, but you sure treated them like they were! And just think of the impact you must have had on that little boy. He must have been over the moon when he realized he got a piggyback ride all the way to his house by Takumi, second prince of Hoshido! He’ll probably remember that for the rest of his life!”

As she finished speaking she had to stifle a giggle at how adorably flustered Takumi looked as he opened and closed his mouth, speechless. Finally collecting himself, he mumbled

”T-thanks. You would too. Make a good mother I mean.”

”Y-yeah?”

There was a pause as they stopped and looked at each other as Robyn found herself drawn to his reddish, hazel gaze, which had softened to a gentle, honey color. Takumi stepped closer, his scent wreathing around her, an unreadable emotion in his eyes, and Robyn instinctively felt her hand reaching out to brush against his-

“Excuse me..”

A soft voice from behind startled them, and Robyn’s hand shot back to her side as Takumi cleared his throat awkwardly. 

“Uh.. can we help you?” he asked. 

The old man smiled sheepishly as he held up the guitar. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t help but hear ya humming earlier. We’ve been through a lot lately. If it’s not too much trouble, we’d love to hear you sing.”

”I..um..”

A shy blush made its way to her cheeks, but she couldn’t held but eye the guitar longingly. Her fingers twitched at her side, hand stubbornly refusing to lift. 

“..Go on.”

”..!”

A familiar, soft hand guided her fingers to rest gently on the guitar’s neck, her fingers curling around it as Takumi nodded encouragingly, offering her a small grin. 

“You’re an amazing singer. You’ve got this!”

”..Okay.”

Robyn couldn’t deny the longing any further as she accepted the guitar and perched on a rock in the middle of the village. With curious glances, the other heroes began to gather around, having finished the repairs. Sharena was passing around some apples as the villagers settled beside the Order of Heroes as a united front. Robyn felt a little self conscious with all eyes turned expectantly towards her. 

I don’t know if I can do this.. she thought as her heart began to pound uneasily as her eyes met a familiar pair of hazel eyes.

Takumi..

He was leaning forward in anticipation, eyes fixed intently on her as if he was watching the most entertaining thing in the world. 

He believes in me! Robyn thought, her heart rising as she began to play, the words drifting from her lips with ease.

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”With her wine stained lips,

Yeah she’s nothing but trouble. 

Cold to the touch,

But she’s warm as a devil. 

I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul!

She tasted a break and I can’t get more!”

With each note, Robyn could feel herself slowly relaxing as the music took hold. She’d written this song on a whim, and while she had no personal relation to the song, she still found it easy to put her emotions into it.

”You got me in chains!

You got me in chains for your love!

But I wouldn’t change..

No, I wouldn’t change this love. 

You got me in chains!

You got me in chains for your love. 

But I wouldn’t change.. 

No I wouldn’t change this love! 

Tryna break the chains

But the chains only break me..!”

The crowd was under Robyn’s spell as they began to sway in sync to her strums, clapping along softly as she continued to sing. 

“Tryna break the chains,

But the chains only break me..!

Alone in the night til she knocks on my door..

Oh no!”

Takumi chuckled a bit at this, and Robyn couldn’t help but do the same. 

“Wasted again but I can’t say no!”

Robyn’s strumming abruptly picked up in intensity. 

“Baby tell me why, why you do, do me wrong?!

Baby tell me why, why you do, do me wrong?!

Gave you my heart but you took my soul!

Oh Oh..”

Raising her hands, she began to clap quickly, the village and heroes enthusiastically joining in. 

“You got me in chains.. oh babe,

You got me in chains for your love!

But I wouldn’t change..

No I wouldn’t change this love!

You got me in chains!

You got me in chains for your love! 

But I wouldn’t change..

No I wouldn’t change this love!

Tryna break the chains, but the chains only break me..!”

Everyone swayed to the beat again, the dreadful memories of that morning temporarily forgotten as they all united under the beat. 

“Tryna break the chains, but the chains only break me!

Now sing!”

In a moment of boldness, Robyn compelled some of the audience to join in.

”Baby tell me why, why you do, do me wrong?!

Baby tell me why, why you do, do me wrong?!

Gave you my heart but you took my soul!

You got me in chains! 

You got me in chains for your love! 

But I wouldn’t change!

No I wouldn’t change this love!” 

The music intensified once more as the Summoner brought the song to a close.

”You got me in chains!

You got me in chains for your love! 

But I wouldn’t change..

No I wouldn’t change this love. 

Tryna break the chains, but the chains only break me..!”

A surprised silence followed for a moment, before they broke into an enthusiastic applause. 

“That.. was AWESOME! I didn’t know you could sing like that!” Ricken shouted, and even Niles looked impressed. 

“Wonder what other secrets our dear Summoner’s keeping?”

The old man was beaming from ear to ear as she handed the guitar back to him with a grateful nod. 

“See, I knew you could do it!” Takumi exclaimed. “You’re welcome by the way!”

Robyn giggled as he slung his arm around her. 

“Thank you for believing in me.” she replied sincerely. 

“I hope you can sing like that again sometime.” Alfonse chimed in, a glow in his eyes he gathered up the Order of Heroes. “But it’s time we head out. We need to reach the gate for Nifl as soon as possible.”

The soldiers chorused in agreement as they began their depart. 

“Ready to go Miss Songstress?”Takumi asked good naturedly, earning a vigorous nod as they fell into step in the middle of the group. Takumi’s arm remained comfortably around her shoulders as they walked, and Robyn found she couldn’t stop smiling as the bubbly feeling made her heart feel light as feathers. She couldn’t tell if it was from his touch, or the thrill of the song. 

Maybe both. 

Note from the Authoress:

Sorry for the delay, I lost a family member on Thursday so it’s been rough. I ended up writing a way longer chapter than I originally intended because I just really needed to get my emotions out. So there you have it: another song cover for our lovely tale! Credit goes to Nick Jonas for creating such an underrated masterpiece! Again, I am my no means a professional singer, but dancing in this video in my kimono was pretty therapeutic honestly. Made me feel a lot better. Stay tuned for more covers and awesome chapters! Our tale is no where near finished after all~

With much love (for all of you and Takumi),

Robyn. 

[camchuckforever]

Okay, so I’m messing around with ChatGPT for other reasons, but when I was bored, I input a prompt and this is what it spun out, some small details changed to make it make sense

Diana and Camilla had been friends for only a short time, ever since they met while setting up Diana with the Prince of Wales. They had gotten close quickly, but over time, their feelings for each other had blossomed into something more.

One evening, they were sitting on the couch in Diana's palace apartment, watching a movie. As the movie ended, they both sat in silence for a moment, neither wanting the night to end.

Finally, Camilla broke the silence. "Diana, there's something I need to tell you. I've been feeling this way for a while now, and I can't keep it in anymore."

Diana turned to look at Camilla, her heart racing. "What is it?"

Camilla took a deep breath and leaned in closer to Diana. "I think I'm in love with you, Diana."

Diana's eyes widened in surprise, but then a smile spread across her face. "Camilla, I think I'm in love with you too."

Without another word, Camilla leaned in and pressed her lips to Diana's. It was their first kiss, and it was filled with all the passion and tenderness they had been holding back for so long.

As they pulled away, they looked at each other, their eyes shining with tears. "I've been waiting so long for this," Camilla whispered.

"Me too," Diana replied, taking Camilla's hand in hers.

From that moment on, they knew they would be together forever, sharing their love with each other and the world.

***So, I wanted to add this as a person with a bachelor’s degree in creative writing and literature and say, this isn’t a bad start. I’m impressed. I gave it the simple prompt of:   Create a scene where two female characters, Diana and Camilla, share their first kiss. 

Nothing added about their status and who they are. Being that, ChatGPT started out great. What I would add (beyond the few words I changed above) would be small details, showing you they’re nervous but excited. Seeing Camilla’s chest heave with shallow breaths from nerves. Or Diana sighing and rolling her eyes because oh my god their feelings are out in the open and they can both kind of breathe. 

A little backstory. 

My creative writing program was run very similar to that of Ol’ Miss in Mississippi because two of my professors graduated from there with their PhD (I believe, if not, their MFA). Now, if I remember correctly, my professor was taught there and the professor she had was--up the chain--taught by professors who were taught by a famous writer (for some reason Checkov sounds correct but it’s been NINE YEARS SINCE I GRADUATED BECAUSE I AM OLD GUYS). 

Anyway, someone bringing this story into a workshop would be a first-first draft. You might get a little torn to shreds because you would have read some craft books, but a good start nonetheless. 

[lex-the-flex]

Hi! Could I request dad! Paul who's overprotective over his daughter and one day in his dreams he sees her getting married so he keeps her away from boys, one day the reader notices, reader asks him about him it and he confesses, reader tells him that he can't let their daughter be unmarried forever? You can decide how it ends.

Huh! It seems that tumblr didn’t delete it like I thought. I could’ve sworn this request vanished.

Faithful Instincts

Paul Atreides x reader

His dreams were covered by the color of white, like fresh snow. Beautiful flowers covered every square inch of the aisle as Paul witnessed your daughter, Kiara being married off to some Prince. Realizing he can do nothing, Paul bolted awake, cutting his dream short.

Quietly breathing, he turns over to you, and gazed at you sleeping peacefully by his side. Gently moving closer to you, Paul found solace in your presence and fell back into a deep sleep.

You swore you’d never seen anything like it. It was rare for Paul to shout, but when it happened, the whole room shifted to complete seriousness in a matter of seconds. You noticed that Paul was acting a bit strange for last two weeks, so you decided to intervene.

But when you saw him escort your seven year old girl away from the few little boys and other girls – playmates, you felt as if you were going to explode. So after Paul finished a meeting, you patiently waited for him to return to give him a piece of your mind.

And you did.

You shouted, teared up, and even slapped your husband across the face to get your point across. But then, everything cooled down, and Paul took you in his hold. Placing his chin on the top of your head, he explained everything.

“Oh Paul. She can’t stay unmarried forever, besides Kiara’s only seven. We’ve got a long wait until anything happens.” You explain, rubbing the sore mark on Paul’s cheek.

“I know, but it’s odd my dreams would show me now. Even if they’ve never been wrong, it’s still concerning.” Paul replies, stroking your back.

“You know how much I trust your dreams. But this one could’ve been a sign of what will happen, that everything will turn out okay.” You say, shifting your gaze towards your husband.

Taking your hand in his, Paul gently kisses your knuckles before giving you a reassuring kiss, letting you know that everything will be okay.

[miyuwuki]

Can I request Kise showing his real side to his s/o, you know the one he has when playing basketball the darker character, and his s/o loves him regardless? Tsym!

hello love! this lovely meant akashi instead of kise! thank you so much for this request, this is a very wholesome idea

warnings: slight angst but happy ending!

akashi seijuro x reader

i will always love you

you were so confused. akashi hadn’t picked you up in the morning, or steal you from your friends so you can have lunch with him, or let alone speak to you. in fact, he was completely avoiding you today, and even going the extra lengths of putting a hand up when you tried to approach him. you were sure you didn’t do anything wrong as you spent the entire day deciphering your actions and words, and what could have possibly made him upset; just yesterday, the both of you had a study date and dinner together, and it ended off on a good note. what’s with him today? we had a good time last night.. you thought, grumbling under your breath. the anxiety you felt was slowly getting replaced with anger, and soon enough, you felt like punching that prince of a boyfriend of yours.

and so you made a plan; a plan that after school, you’d walk into the student council office and give him a piece of your damn mind. maybe you would have let it slide if there was at least an explanation for his behaviour, but there wasn’t, and you weren’t going to let his ignorance win- especially when it was towards you.

the bell soon rang for dismissal, and eventually rakuzan was empty. you packed your things and stomped as quickly as you can to the student council office. through the door you saw your boyfriend working on a pile of paperwork. your eyebrows furrowed and marched into the office.

“seijuro! we need to talk!” you dropped your bags and crossed your arms across your chest, waiting for a response.

“i’m busy.” akashi replied, not even looking up from the papers he was signing. a vein popped in the corner of your head, impatient from all the bullshit he was giving you today. you scoffed, “i don’t care! you’ve been avoiding me the whole day! you didn’t tell me why; you left me hanging in the morning, then at lunch, and literally every time i tried to approach you! what’s gotten into you? did i say something wrong to you yesterday? i tried to figure out if i did, but i don’t really recall anything of that sort. at least explain yourself-”

“you should leave me, y/n.”

you stopped talking and your arms fell to your sides. leave him? as in break up with him? 

“s-seijuro, i just asked for an explanation-”

your words were interrupted by him walking up to you. you didn’t know what you were feeling; if it was fear, or if it was anger. you couldn’t tell, and all you knew was that it felt like there was a giant pit in your gut.

“sei?” 

that’s when you saw it; the way his eyes glowed. how one was red, and the other was a bright glowing orange.

“leave, y/n. i’m not good for you.” akashi said, looking straight into your eyes. you clenched your jaw, taking a breath in, “what are you talking about sei? i have one problem and you want me to leave? we can sort this out if you just explain why. why are you being like this?” you said with confidence as you fold your arms across your chest once more.

“did i stutter, y/n? i said i’m not good enough for you. you need to be with someone who will provide you care with pure selflessness and content. this is something i cannot give you. my orders remain absolute, so leave me.” he clamoured, feeling an ache in his chest.

tears started to form in the ducts of your eyes, and you clenched your fists in your chest. your head was clouded, and your body was growing weak. you weren’t going to back down like this; you didn’t want to give up. “who are you to tell me of who and what makes me happy, sei?” you mumbled, wiping your tears. you lifted your head up and looked straight into his heterochromatic eyes, “who are you to decide that for me, asshole! i love you, and only you, can’t you see that?” you raised your voice a little higher, bewildering akashi a bit.

“but i’m right, and this is just how it is-”

“to hell if you’re right! when i got into this relationship, i knew about your other personality already, but i still wanted to deal with it because that’s just how much i fucking love you!” you sniffled and cried, not even attempting to stop yourself, “you could commit crime or accidentally miss your shot, i don’t care! you’re always going to be the same seijuro i fell in love with. nothing and no one will ever change that.” you didn’t know what to do after that, so you just wailed; the student council office was filled with the sounds of your cries and sobs. after all, you didn’t expect him to react the way he did today. you didn’t expect him to tell you to leave, or hear the words “i’m not good enough for you” coming out from his mouth. you just wanted to be with him. all you wanted was him.

but something you didn’t expect even more were akashi’s tears slowly flowing from his eyes; not too much, but not too little that it was unnoticeable. he slowly walked closer to you and wrapped his arms around your torso, resting his face in your shoulder. 

“seijuro...” you wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing in that masculine scent you loved.

“do you mean that, y/n?” he whispered, “do you love me that much? even with...”

you sighed, “of course i do, sei. i will always love every single part of you.” you felt his grip tighten on you, feeling the sighs against the crook of your neck. you rubbed his back in a circular motion, trying to comfort your boyfriend. “now sei, why were like that today? can you tell me why? please?”

he let go of your embrace and looked into your eyes once more, the glowing eye reflecting off the glassy surface of your own. you held akashi’s cheek in your hand, and he immediately leaned into your touch. “i didn’t know what i’d do if you ever saw this side of me. to be honest, i was quite petrified if you were to leave because of it; i kept overthinking it so i thought making you leave would make it hurt less. i was wrong.”

you took your hand off of akashi’s check and grabbed both of his hands, bringing the up. “sei, have a little more trust in me. i meant it when i said i will always love every part of you. this akashi, the other one, and every single one after that.” you gave a soft peck to each of his hands, “i’m not going anywhere, just know that. you’re stuck with me forever.”

a minuscule smile formed on his face as he leaned in closer and planted a soft kiss on your lips. you felt the mixed breaths against your mouth, both of you inhaling it. he grabbed your waist once more to give you a much deeper kiss, both your lips dancing in sync, as if it had a mind of its own. he pulled apart from you and placed another kiss on top of your head.

“i love you, y/n. i’m so sorry for the way i treated you today. i promise i will make it up to you, love. thank you for accepting me always.”

“i love you too, seijuro. next time, don’t go neglecting me, and i don’t care if you think if you’re right or whatever. we always talk about it, okay? besides, there’s no one else i want but you, dork.”

“yes, my love.”

aaaa i hope this was good enough for you! mmmm although akashi is literally perfect, i felt like he would get insecure about his other personality— so that’s how i wrote it! please give me some feedback if you’d like. once again thank you <3

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Asleep in Your Arms - Techno x Reader

Characters: c!Techno x gn!Reader

Summary: While a blizzard outside rages, you find comfort in Techno’s arms. He tells you a story to help relax you, and you end up asleep in his arms. Not having the heart to wake you so he could go to his Syndicate meeting, he sleeps with you.

Warnings: None!

~Ask~

Could you maybe write a small thing about short reader (like 5’) feeling safe in Techno’s arms and maybe falling asleep on his lap before a syndicate meeting and not having the heart to wake you up so he lets you cuddle him during the meeting??

~Ask~

Note: Aww I’m 5’ 5” and this really speaks to me… When I get stressed, I just feel the need to melt into someone’s arms (preferably Techno’s) and sleep. Also I hate being woken up so i would appreciate him being so careful lmao. I couldn’t figure out a way to make the meeting happen so I hope this will do! Also, the story that he tells isn’t mine, I just heard it a lot when I was a kid, so I decided to write that one instead of straight up copy and pasting something else—

—- Enjoy! —-

To Techno, this was just another bad storm, but to you, it was one of the scariest parts of living with him. The only thing that could make the blizzard go away was his warmth. Even though this was your second storm by now, you still weren't used to the sounds. Snow was supposed to be soft and fluffy, but buzzards were far from that and far from anything you'd experienced before.

“When is this going to be over?”

Techno continued to look out the window at the blinding white storm. “I think it’s going to be a while. I don’t think it’s going to let up anytime soon.”

You sighed and put your hands to your face. You prided yourself on being a well composed person, but when it came to storms, something deep in your animal brain wanted to make you hide forever. Your instincts weren’t well-founded when it came to the blizzards, but Techno comforted you nonetheless.

He closed the curtain and walked over to where you were sitting, kneeling to your level and taking your hands off of your face to look you in the eye.

“Baby, it’s going to be okay,” He cooed, “It’s just a storm, it can’t hurt you in here.”

“I know…” He stood and sat next to you on the plush couch, the cushions sinking in as he did so. He put his arm around your shoulders and invited you to lean into him.

“C’mere,” He said, motioning for you to move closer, “Sit with me.”

You complied, just as the storm picked up once again. You scooted over into his lap, leaning your head on his chest. Compared to the 6’5” giant, you were an infant. He was nearly one and a half feet taller than you, and even though you were used to people being taller than you, it always felt different with him. With some people, it was intimidating, sometimes patronizing. With Techno, you always felt at home, like he was the iron giant looking after you. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head.

“Do you want me to tell you a story?” He asked. It was always comforting when he did that.

“Yeah…” You mumbled, shutting your eyes.

“Alright,” He cleared his throat and began:

“There once was a wealthy farmer who had three sons; Henry, Oliver, and Prince were their names. By the time he was seventy, he was on his deathbed, and he had to decide which son to give the farm to. When his sons asked who he wanted to receive it, he replied: ‘Whoever passes my test will be the one to own the farm when I die.’ The boys leaned in closer in anticipation for the challenge, ‘I will give you each twenty-five cents. I want you all to use that money to fill a room in the house completely. Buy whatever you need at the market, but do not go over budget.’

The boys understood the assignment, but were confused as to why he wanted them to do that instead of more conventional means. He could have just chosen one of them at random, one proposed, but the old man smiled and said, ‘I have my reasons, now go.’

And so they did. At the market, Henry bought the cheapest, biggest things he could find. He bought thin boxes, thinking he could fill the room with them, since they were so bulky. With the twenty-some boxes he bought, he could only fill half the room, and so he lost the farm.

Oliver was next, and initially, he thought he would be able to hire people to crowd into the house and maybe bring some friends, but no one was interested in what little money he could offer them. He came up with another plan, his father wouldn’t know if he bought above his budget, and so he bought the boxes off of Henry, and then some more. Henry charged him his full twenty-five cents, knowing Oliver was bound to lose with those boxes. Instead, when Henry went into the room they were supposed to fill, he saw a few extra wheels of cheese which blocked the entrance, meaning the room had been filled. Seeing this, he notified his father. Oliver had cheated, and so he would not get the property.

Lastly, Prince skipped into town. He was the youngest out of all of his siblings, only twelve years old at the time. He saw what his other brothers did and took note. He figured there’d be no way to fill the room with any physical objects, and so he came up with a different idea. He bought a candle and a match, with two cents to spare. When he got home and lit the candle, the room filled with light, and he explained it to his brothers.

They refused to think that their father would consider the room filled, but Prince insisted he’d stayed within the rules, and lo and behold, the father was ecstatic.

‘My dear Prince, the farm is yours! Unlike your brother Henry, you were able to fill the room. I never specified what to fill it with, and Henry just assumed that he would have to fill it with physical objects, which is not the case. You also outsmarted your brother Oliver, who had no sense of the rules and threw his chances away by cheating. You were the only one to stick to the rules and accomplish the task, I’m proud of you.’”

Techno finished the story he’d told you many times, knowing it was your favorite. You’d talked about it before, referring to it as a ‘lateral thinking puzzle’ or something along those lines. Techno had bought a whole book of them for times like these, when you were stressed. He’d go over them with you and he especially had fun poking holes in them, finding other ways to get to the desired end.

He was about to say one of his usual quips about the story when he noticed you let out a light snore. You were asleep in his lap, his arms around you, protecting you from the storm outside. He smiled, I am not gonna make it to the meeting today, am I? He thought to himself. The voices answered half-heartedly, still discussing how long they thought you’d been asleep for. He didn’t have the heart to wake you, and so he sat there with you until eventually he fell asleep, too.

[writer-akihiko]

Can I request Leona winning Fem!Mc heart out of all of the dorm leaders? like they all propose to her and she chooses him?

A Lion Just For Me - Leona X Reader

This ask made me so giddy, I hope you appreciate this piece!

The day after your birthday, was undeniably the most chaotic day in NRC that they'd ever seen.

It was an all out war.

~○~

Leona as usual, was in bed despite the late afternoon. However, this time, he didn't want to be the lazy lion he usually was. Yesterday… on your birthday… He messed up. He planned the entire proposal during that time, and yet… he didn't. He didn't ask you.

"So… You didn't ask her?" Ruggie repeated, folding the scattered cloths on the floor. Leona groaned again, shuffling in the sheets.

"No… because I was too nervous…"

"Mhm… and you've been repeating that for the past 2 hours…" Ruggie sighed. The ring Leona prepared for you was left on the bedside, as well as a small paper with Leona's proposal script underneath it. He didn't know how he chickened out so fast. The date night was going so well… but perhaps it wasn't.

Maybe you didn't want a thrown-away spoilt prince like him. Maybe you didn't even deserve someone like him. Maybe… Maybe you wouldn't even want to marry him. Maybe… Maybe it was useless…

"Oh? How strange… Quite odd to see a sad Kingscholar…"

Leona for once sat up straight. He sneered at the two figures that were at his door. "Vil… and Rook… What the hell do you want?"

Vil, who was observing his nails meticulously, curtly replied. "YN LN huh? I wanted to confirm for myself if you were still pursuing her. I have to make sure after all because she's my bride too!"

"HAH?!"

Ruggie sighed. "They assumed your date didn't work out so I bet all the hot shots of the school are gonna propose to her."

"Not 'going to'. If I'm not mistaken… Al-Asim and Ashengrotto are on their way…"

~○~

You, as usual, decided to eat outside with Grim. He was having a feast as usual, and you were spoiling him with treats. You weren't your usual enthusiastic self though. There was a particular lion of yours that you missed… You hadn't seen him all day, so you wondered if he was alright.

"YN? Is that you?"

A sudden call broke your thoughts. Grim, who was still munching on his sandwich, was nowhere to be found… You looked up, meeting Trey and Cater's gazes. They both bowed deeply to you, and Trey extended his hand to you. "We're here to escort you to Riddle. He asked for you."

You followed, after quickly packing your things. You're sure that Grim would find you later… And you should go to Savanaclaw after this too for Leona. You went along with it, under the premise that it was an urgent situation.

To your surprise, it was a fairly elegant tea party, with Riddle at the head of the table. "YN! Cater, you should've announced her in!"

Cater said his half-hearted sorries, pulling a chair for you right next to Riddle. "What's the occasion?"

Riddle's face flushed, his hands fumbling through his pockets. "I… I tried to do things perfectly for you of course! Accept it cordially!" He said, a small box in his hand.

"YN, I love you, with all my heart," Riddle said, getting on one knee, extending his arm with a box revealing a red, heart shaped gem on a gold ring band. "Will you stand next to me, as the King to the Queen?"

"Riddle… I-"

The reply was quickly cut off by… Kalim and Jamil on brooms… How could this day get any weirder?! Kalim hopped off his broom, dashing to you as Jamil gently carried a silk pillow with a thin gold chain entangled with orange and green crystals intertwined with the chain.

"HOLD UP!" Kalim held his hands up, shoving Riddle aside from flying into an outrage. "I haven't had my input!"

Kalim was on his knees, the pillow handed over to him. He presented the bracelet to you, "YN, YN, my gorgeous desert lotus… I've waited for this moment. I searched for you throughout the school, but besides that… I want you to be my Zahra, YN. For now and forever."

"W-Wait…" You crossed your arms to prevent any jewelry slipping onto your hands or fingers. "Are you both proposing to me at the same time?"

"Yes," They said in unison.

"I ca-"

…Silver and Sebek just had to snatch you up. You didn't scream, it wasn't as if they were going to harm you. At least they got you out of that awkward situation… Now to deal with Malleus… You had the gist of what was going on, but your heart wasn't prepared.

"Silver! Don't drop Waka-sama's bride!"

Soon, you landed in another part of the school's field and Malleus was there, holding a wreath of what seemed to you as dark branches with speckles of green on the tips. The tips were pointed as the spokes, which made it look like a tiara…

"There you are, my human," He said, his tall figure looming over you. "This crown… If you wear it, you will be my queen of the Valley of Thorns and you will rule over all of Fae kind."

His hand circled your wrist, bringing his lips to kiss the front of your hand. "Please, consider my feelings… YN."

"Move back YN!"

On instinct, you did and before you knew it, the Diasomnia quartet were dumped with… water… Oh dear. Two pairs of arms snatched you away, leaving Malleus and the other three looking like pitiful drowned cats. Cat… Where is Leona?!

"Azul?!"

The Tweels presented you to Azul, who was waiting for you by the balcony. If you listened closely, you could hear Sebek yelling at the senior Octavinelle twins, most likely for drenching Waka-sama.

Azul was not the sharp, calm and collected Dorm Leader you saw on the first day of school. He was blushing, his cheeks pink and his hands shaking as he held a pearl necklace, with an octopus charm in the middle.

"YN, this is very ungentlemanly of me, but I had to get you away from that Fae," He defended himself, as you looked beyond the balcony to see if the Diasomnia Quartet were alright.

"Don't blame Azul," Jade bowed to you.

Floyd bowed as well, tipping his hat to you. "It was our idea~"

"A-Anyway!" He coughed, catching your attention. "This necklace… Angelfish, if you accept my love, please wear it. It's a symbol of our union, and in your terms… you and I would be married. If you truly love me then-"

THWIP!

An arrow got in the way between you and Azul. And… you were carried off by your waist by Rook. "Ah~ Fabulous shot from me, but unfortunately I must play with you another day Roi d'Effort!"

Vil and Epel in the garden, with a very annoyed Epel. Actually… you were very much annoyed too. You kept your composure though, they were your friends too. Vil wasn't wearing his uniform, instead wearing a pure white coat where the ends extended to the ground, mimicking a dress. Well… you'd be lying if you weren't stunned by his beauty.

Vil had a small purple velvet box in his hand, and the moment Rook released you from his arms, Epel took your hand and guided you to the centre of the garden. Vil was already waiting, and when you were by his side, he revealed a lavender coloured gem encircled by a silver band.

"YN, my little sweet potato," He took a deep breath. "I understand that we have differences, but you complete me. I want you to be by my side, to complete each other for I love you, LN YN."

You took Vil's hand, closing the box. "Vil, I know-"

"I have to interrupt this moment."

There was Ortho, pushing aside Rook and Epel. Epel at this point didn't care, but kept his tongue shut as Rook warned you and Vil him.

It was not as quick as Ortho, who had a grip on your waist, and soon, you were flying. The flight was short though, as Ortho landed to where you remembered having your lunch. You didn't know what he was looking for, but Ortho called out the bushes.

"Idia-nii… Please get out of the bushes."

After some time of rustling, Idia pops out of the bushes, his hand gripping to an expensive looking box. He tumbled on his steps, and you rushed to help him up. "Idia! Are you okay?"

He opened the box, with a dark blue gem sitting in the middle of the box. "Y-Yeah… but I… I might feel better if you accept my proposal, so… Marry me?"

Idia this time… was interrupted by the other Dorm Leaders rushing towards you. Riddle and Kalim were still butting heads, and so were Azul and Vil. Malleus was glaring at Azul, and Idia was glaring at the rest of them for interrupting his proposal. It blew up into an argument about who had the right to propose, and who was being selfish.

"HEY! GET AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND!"

There was only one person you knew who could roar like that, and that was…

"LEONA!"

With tears at the corners of your eyes, you ran and jumped into the arms of your lion. He spun you around, laughing as he finally had you in his arms, where you belonged. He set you down, not hesitating to get on his knees.

"YN, my little herbivore YN… I'm sorry I was such a coward yesterday," He said, opening the box with a golden ring inside. "I meant to do this. I'm sorry for doubting myself, and I'm sorry doubting your love. I'd never run from you again, so will you marry-"

He never finished his sentence, as you tackled him to the ground. "Yes! Yes yes yes Leona I'll marry you!" You laughed. Leona, for a time in his life, cried tears of joy, swinging you around as he boasted about his success to everyone.

When your feet met the ground, you turned to the Dorm Leaders. You bowed to them, "Everyone… I appreciate your feelings, but Leona's the one for me," You said. "I… I'm sorry I never noticed any of your feelings, but please support my love as I would yours."

They all nodded, some with a few tears, and some with smiles on their faces.

"YN…" Leona pulled you in, slipping the ring on your finger. "Gosh I love you…"

[wildernessuntothemselves]

All my kitty!lino AUs

Warnings: prostitution, slavery. 

AU 1:

minho is a prized breeding kitty that you're hired to guard as he is a very rare and pure breed and having him breed other pure kitties makes for very profitable offspring

as a result of being treated like royalty all his life, he's super rude to you, a common guard dog

he's always snarky with you and he never listens and you have enough of it one day

you push him down to the floor, your teeth grazing against his delicate neck, showing him that you were not someone to be trampled on

"that's right. you have nothing to say now, brat." you growl, sitting up to look at the frightened kitty

but as you sit back, your ass comes into contact with his boner

arching an eyebrow, you smirk and roll your hips over his clothed dick "now what do we have here?"

minho stays silent, frowning but not making any attempt to push you off

"don't tell me you like this." you tease him, grinding against him harder and pulling breathy little moans from his pouty lips "kitty likes it when I'm mean to him?"

"Yeah you like that pretty kitty? Are you gonna make a mess in your pants for me? Good boy."

you make him cum like that without even touching his dick

minho is shameless after that brazenly getting on your nerves so you'd punish him

he gets so needy that now you're getting him off on the daily, letting him hump your thighs to get off while you degrade him

his insatiable need would be bad enough but now he's outright refusing to breed the cat hybrids anymore

no matter how many times you try to convince the stubborn idiot that he's going to draw attention and ruin you both, he still refuses

until finally you make a deal with him that you'll have sex with him if he continues breeding the cats

he's not fully convinced. why would he waste his seed on other women when you were right there?

"because I'm not your kind, you stupid cat."

but minho doesn't care. all he cares about is getting to breed you

"Fuck you're burning up. Are you going into heat over this? Dumb little kitten thinks he can put babies in my belly."

your words only make him fuck you harder as if he could do it if he tried hard enough

AU 2:

he's the prince's very picky kitty, rarely is a cat good enough for him. he rarely mates at all and the prince doesn't understand it one bit

one day they're walking around shopping in the bazaar when lino catches a whiff of your scent. he follows it to a shady part of the market that he never saw before

that's when he sees you standing there with a heavy chair around your neck and a cheap transparent dress over your body

out of nowhere a short disgusting man appear and he asks him if he wants to see your tits. it's only for a couple of coins

minho shouldn’t say yes. He has a whole harem of much better bred pussies for him to pick and choose from. He didn’t need to pay a disgusting man to see the body of some nameless mongrel

yet here he was hanging the slimey man the coins

the man all but rips your bodice open, eager to please the rich hybrid.

Minho feels an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. His mouth waters at the sight of your full breasts on display for him and he finds himself moving forward to touch, but the man steps in.

“The silver was to see not to touch. Three if you want to touch.”

Minho grunts and gives him what he wants. you don't seem impressed by him.

He cradles your breasts in his hands and leans down to pluck a pert nipple into his mouth, ear perked to the sound of your restrained gasp.

but then he hears the prince calling for him and he rips himself away from you and wipes his mouth harshly, panting as if he was under a spell.

Gulping, he spares your half naked form one last glance before he’s retreating towards his owner. As he slips back into the main room he hears the vendor call after him smugly, “We’ll be waiting for you, my lord.”

He does come back, this time more worked up than last time as he couldn't go to sleep thinking about you and he was reduced to getting himself off multiple time throughout the night just to cool down

his owner catches him this time though. "So this is why you were so eager to come back even though you hate the market. I gotta say I'm surprised by your taste." The prince grins. "Did you mount her yet?"

Minho blanches, feeling humiliated at being caught "of course not. I would never defile myself with such a mongrel."

The prince arches an eyebrow. "It's okay minho. Sometimes you need to slum it down a little. I get that urge too. Cheap prostitutes like her have their draw."

The prince grabs you and pushes her over a table, pulling your skirt up. "Come on kitty. Take her. I know you're dying to."

minho's hesitation evaporate when he sees your pussy exposed and waiting for him. he quickly comes up beind you, pushing his length into you even though you weren't wet. it's uncomfortable but it's not the first time a man shoves his dick into your pussy without bothering to get you wet

it's over soon anyway, the spoiled cat getting overwhelmed by your tight walls and ends up cumming embarrassingly fast. He stumbles away, watching his cum drip from your fucked out hole.

"We'll take her."

Minho looks at him shocked. "I finally have something for my precious pet to fuck. You're so picky."

AU 3:

You were standing outside the gymnasium for a quick smoke when a voice slurs behind you. "Where is your little boyfriend?"

You roll your eyes, already fed up with the boy that is talking to you.

"What, he couldn't stand the thought of fucking you tonight so he ran away?"

You narrow your eyes at him. How did he know you were planning to give your virginity to your Hyunjin tonight? If he had shown up that is.

You don't even know what minho's deal is. He wasn't always like this. You remember a time long, long ago when the two of you were friends. He was so nice and sweet to you when you first met as kids. But then suddenly out of nowhere he turned on you for absolutely no reason.

"Tell me, mutt. What was he gonna give you so he could get between your legs? A pack of cigarettes?" Oh yeah, that’s why. He looks down on you for not being a purebred like him.

You huff the smoke in his face in agitation, still ignoring him.

"Aw, don't be sad. If he won't do it, I can rise to the occasion. Just tell me how much." He goads you. You throw the cigarette to the ground, violently snuffing it out with your heels when an idea pops into your head.

Looking up at him, you reply simply. "50k."

"W-what?"

"You're so fucking obsessed with my sex life so you must really want me. So yeah I'll give it to you for 50k."

"You're a crazy bitch."

you were just messing with him. and he worked. he left you alone

what you never expected was for him to show up the next day at your door, shoving a heavy suitcase into your arms

"what's this?"

"50k." He mumbles.

“Is this a joke?”

“You said you’d give it to me for 50k.” He explains flatly, looking everywhere except at you.

you walk towards him. "You really are a sick pervert, aren't you? Buying my virginity?"

He stays silent, looking at the ground so you grab his jaw and force him to look at you.

"You're not in control. I am. Got it?" You sneer, and he stares for a second, processing that you’re actually agreeing to go through with this, then he nods enthusiastically.

AU 4:

you're a dog hybrid and he's a cat hybrid. He's been kissing you secretly since long ago

You know it's wrong but you like it so you keep it a secret. and you always get so jealous when his heat comes and he goes away to fuck someone else.

When he comes back he's apologetic and spends days trying to make you forgive him. He shouldn't have to. He's not yours.

You touch yourself while you're sleeping next to him a lot. He pretends he doesn't know but it drives him insane

He's waits till you have your first heat. You're supposed to be given to chan but he convinces you not to let your owner know telling you he'll take care of you

You know this is forbidden but you let him fuck you because you're in love with him.

"Oppa this is too much."

"Shh baby take it. You've teased me long enough."

He cums in you but doesn't pull out so he can fuck you more. He's been training himself for this in order to satisfy you.

You get overwhelmed and he laughs at how cute you are. ask him to kiss you so he does

"What a cutie. All mine."

"Open your mouth." He lets a trail of spit fall from his mouth and you obediently open up and take it like you've been taught. He groans and kisses you softly. You whine in his mouth as he fucks you again.

"Not gonna go to that mutt right baby? Only I get to do this to you."

AU 5:

he's the queens pet and you're the leader of a mercenary group the queen has hired to fight a battle for her

he immediately takes an interest in you and follows you around thinking that he's slick

In the beginning, his infatuation was merely amusing to you as you took to teasing him whenever you got the chance--cornering him when the princess wasn't looking and whispering filthy things in his ear. It was both easy and fun to work up the needy kitten.

What you hadn’t expected was for him to walk in on you while you were fucking one of your own hybrids, Chan. The big wolf tended to get rowdy so you were often rough with him to keep him under control, and well that's how the masochistic hybrid liked it too.

You expected him to be terrified of you after that, he certainly looked the part, but he surprised you by coming to you teary eyes and whimpering pleas so moving that you couldn’t resist giving him whatever he asked for, which was badly worded and clueless seeing as he had never been in any kind of physical relationship before.

He’s never done something like this before. His owner, the queen, kept him on a tight leash, untouched and forever pure. He had been taking suppressants ever since his very first heat and, before he met you, he had barely remembered what it was like to feel that painfully delicious pang of pleasure in his belly.

He holds onto you as you pleasure him, one hand fisted in your clothes and the other wrapped around your wrist as if he was afraid you were going to hurt him. If you were to look at his expression, you would think that you were hurting him, a small frown on his face as he whines and whimpers.

You stroke his cheek softly with the back of your fingers, finding it hot to the touch. “What is it, kitten?”

“It hurts.” He sobs.

“I know, baby. I’ll make it go away.” You almost feel guilty for purposefully prolonging his pain, the stimulation you give his cock designed to make him reach the edge at the slowest possible pace, but the truth is you weren’t sorry at all.

“You know, kitten, you should come with me when I leave. I’ll hide you until we’re out of the castle walls. Your princess won’t even realize you’re missing until it’s too late, and when you’re with me, every moment will be filled with pleasure. I’ll take care of you like she never did. I’ll show you a whole world of pleasure. How does that sound, kitty?” You seduce as your thumb flits over his weeping slit, distracting him and seducing him. “Hmm, you wanna come with me?”

“I--I’m not--I don’t know.” He answers nervously, his brain too hazy especially as you finally speed up your strokes, jumbling up all his thought process.

“Don’t think too much, kitten. Don’t you want to feel good?” You purr, tightening your fist around his cock to give him more pleasure.

“Yes, but--”

“No buts, darling. Don’t you wanna be a good kitten for Master?” You ask, referring to yourself and he gasps, his cock jumps in your hand. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You’re a dirty little kitten, aren’t you?”

“No!” He cries, shaking his head from side to side, but there is no denying the way his stomach tightens and his hips buck off the bed as his orgasm approaches and his primal senses take over. “I can’t take it! Please, help me. I can’t--”

His seed splatters across his abdomen as he cums, and you talk him through it. “That’s it, baby. Let go for me. Let it all out. Good kitten.”

you ruin him so thoroughly that he gives into her and lets her fuck him in front of the queen herself

"Lino stop that! You sound like a common whore."

"I can't help it. Mistress… is making me burn up." "Ah fuck." He keens

"Your precious kitten is getting fucked regularly, that’s why he sounds like that. He’s nothing but a loose slut right now. I fucking ruined him. Isn’t that right, kitten?"

"Hah... touch my cock." He drools on the sheets under him and you laugh, grabbing his cock from underneath and starting to milk him. “See? Just a dumb slut.”

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A/N: one of these will most likely get a proper fic but I couldn’t keep these to myself