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The Viscount Who Loved Me {Sixteen}

TVWLM Masterlist

An A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfiction, inspired by the first 2 seasons of Bridgerton.

Written alongside @snelbz

Ships: Nesta x Cassian x Elain - Feyre x Rhysand - Elain x Azriel x Gwyn

Summary: (see TVWLM masterlist!)

A/N: Thank you for reading! From now until the end, I'll be posting a chapter every night at 7pm EST! I cannot believe we are almost done posting this story. We hope you've been enjoying reading it as much as we've been enjoying writing it! x

ps this chapter includes two of my favorite scenes from the show...

Tag list is at the end. If you’d like to be added, please comment below or submit an ask. :)

Dear Readers,

Although I do love being a fly on the wall at all social events of the season, I have found that the best scandal can be found during an afternoon promenade. When in small groups, the people of the ton tend to speak more freely, not bothering to remember that others are just a few steps away.

It pleases me deeply.

Let us see what good gossip I come across today.

The Suriel

Summer had well and truly settled in Velaris, Elain decided, fanning herself as she and Cassian walked along the Sidra. Rhysand and Feyre had broken off on a stroll of their own and she hadn’t seen Azriel since they’d returned from Rhysand’s country home. Nesta was just a few paces back, her presence a balm to Elain, but something was still off about her older sister. She’d been acting strange ever since she and Cassian had announced their engagement and Elain idly wondered if it had to do with the fact that soon, she would be gone.

Once she and Cassian were wed, she would no longer live in Archeron house, with her sisters, as she always had. She would live with her husband, move into his home, an idea that thrilled her.

And terrified her at the same time.

As she tried to sneak a glance at Cassian, the sun blinded her. She squinted her eyes, staring up into the sky.

“I know it’s beautiful outside, but it’s unbearably hot during the day,” she said, fanning herself again. “I know we talked about having the ceremony in the gardens, but I fear the guests would overheat.”

Things were falling into place for the wedding, quicker than Elain had expected. Cassian, it turned out, had petitioned for an expedited marriage certificate.

The Queen herself had approved it.

In three days, she would be a wife.

In three days, she would Baroness Elain Nazari.

“We will make sure that no one overheats,” he promised her, strolling alongside her as the breeze from the Sidra cools them. “You will look lovely walking through the gardens in your wedding dress. I’ll have it no other way.”

Nesta let out a deep breath behind them.

Cassian’s shoulders tensed but they soon relaxed.

“I know you’ve been working hard to see that all is in order,” she assured him with a smile. “These next few days will pass too slowly.”

Cassian’s returning smile eased her worry. “Indeed. Are we still set for dinner with your father tonight?”

Lord Isaac Archeron had returned the night before and was set to stay until after the wedding ceremony. Elain was pleased, but it seemed she was the only one.

“Yes, of course,” she answered. “Father is thrilled.”

Cassian bowed his head. “As he should be. We are a good match, you and I.”

Elain opened her mouth to reply, but a man at her back caught her attention.

“Lady Nesta.”

Both Elain and Cassian turned around to find Eris Vanserra standing by Nesta, a sly smile on his mouth.

“Lord Vanserra,” she replied, curtly. “A pleasure to see you again.”

“And you,” he said, rocking on his heels. “You look as lovely as ever. I was hoping to join you on your stroll.”

Elain lifted a brow as Nesta hesitated, and when her older sister caught her eye, she urged Nesta forward.

“Certainly, my lord,” she said, and took his arm.

They continued to walk, Eris and Nesta trailing just behind them. Elain went on about the flower arrangements and her veil, hoping that Cassian was paying attention. Although he smiled and nodded, she feared his focus was elsewhere.

“Would you care for a trip about the lake?” She heard Eris ask. She turned to find Nesta hesitating, yet again, but she gave her a pointed look.

Nesta sighed. “Of course.”

Beside her, Cassian’s jaw ticked.

Elain frowned. “Are you alright, my lord?”

Cassian’s smile soon returned as if it had never vanished. “Yes, of course. I just realized I have not yet written my vows, is all.”

Elain gave him a forced smile. Hers had been written since she was thirteen. It didn’t matter who the man was that she would marry, she would make the same promises no matter what. Though, she would likely omit the part she added when she’d expected to be saying them to Graysen, the part about how he held her whole heart and always would.

Funny. He’d left it in pieces when he’d decided to marry Clare.

Lord Cassian was a far better match anyway.

“That’s alright, my Lord,” Elain replied, daring to lean her head against his shoulder. It was the most intimate thing she’d done with him and she worried it may have been too much as he tended again. “I’m sure they’ll come easily to you when you do.”

Eris had swept Nesta away and Elain could see them on the water, their boat milling about with the others in the pond. “Nesta hates the water, I’m glad that she accompanied the lord. I fear she’s lonely too often.”

“Yes,” Cassian murmured, following her gaze, noting how tense Nesta looked. “Why does she not like the water?”

“There was an accident when we were young,” Elain said, eyes shuttering. “We were swimming in a pond at our country home and Feyre swam out too far. Nesta saved her, but she’s never cared for swimming again.”

They were interrupted by more well-wishers before Cassian could ask anymore questions and by the time they made it around the pond again, Eris and Nesta were approaching the dock.

His focus on tying the boat up, Eris hadn’t noticed Nesta’s discomfort as he stood, fumbling with his knots. As the rope slipped for the third time, Nesta cleared her throat and said, “Lord Vanserra, if you don’t mind steadying the boat, I’ll step out so you can—”

“I’m almost done,” he interrupted, giving her a dashing smile.

A hand was suddenly in Nesta’s line of vision and she found Cassian waiting for her in the glaring sun. Her throat bobbed as she took his hand. Helping her out of the boat, his hand lingered after her feet were back on the wooden dock. “Thank you, my Lord.”

“Nazari, shouldn’t you be with your fiancée?” Eris asked, eyes darting to where he’d left her. She was speaking with a few ladies of the ton, all three married within the last few seasons. They’d said they’d give her a few tips of what to expect in the coming weeks, and Cassian couldn’t stand watching Nesta’s unease in the small boat any longer.

He pointedly ignored him.

“Are you alright?” Cassian asked Nesta, quietly.

Cheeks flushed, she nodded. “Yes, quite.” As if realizing her hand was still in his, she snatched it back to her side. Cassian, shocked and cold by the absence of her touch, stumbled back a step to get that distance she so eagerly wanted, and ran right into Eris at the edge of the dock. Unsteady from finishing tying the little rowboat to the dock, Eris fell into the water.

Taking Cassian in with him.

Nesta’s body stilled as she watched them disappear and there was a collective gasp from those that witnessed it.

Elain included.

When Eris came back up, he shook out his hair and helped himself back on the dock, bidding Nesta a good day as he walked away.

But Cassian came up with far more anger. She wondered if he was embarrassed or simply hated having wet clothes, but Nesta watched his hazel eyes go dark as he mumbled curses under his breath. As he approached the dock, he yanked off his jacket and slapped the wet fabric against the wood. When he pulled himself up, Nesta could see every damn muscle of his flex beneath the thin, soaked white fabric of his shirt. She couldn’t even tell herself not to look, couldn’t even attempt to avert her gaze as he hauled himself onto the dock and ran a hand through his loose, dripping hair. He aggressively untied his cravat and undid the top few buttons of his shirt before he looked up and met her gaze.

He froze, although his eyes did not leave hers as he suppressed a devious grin.

Nesta’s back straightened. Of course he knew what she was thinking, how could he not when he was staring, practically drooling?

Cheeks red, she spun around to stalk away, only to find Elain looking at Cassian with raised brows.

Nesta cleared her throat, snapping her sister’s gaze away from the soaked, nearly half-dressed man.

“It’s not proper to stare, Elain,” Nesta said, trying to keep the snap out of her voice and failing significantly.

Even as she took her sister’s arm, leading her away, Elain still stared. “But he’s my husband-to-be.”

“Exactly,” Nesta snapped, panting. Why was she breathing so heavily? And where the hell was Feyre. “Husband-to-be. You aren’t yet married, so you shouldn’t be…ogling him.”

“Ogling?” Elain’s laugh was sharp as they were back on the path and headed towards their home. “I’ll be looking at him with far less on than some wet clothing in just a few days time, sister.”

The words drew her up short. She turned, Elain clearly not expecting her harsh gaze. “Yes, Elain, in a few days time, you will be his wife. But right now, you are not, and you are still a lady. And it’s not proper to stare.”

Elain’s smile faltered before disappearing completely. Although her arm remained looped through Nesta’s, she said no more as they continued their walk.

Due to her own stupidity, Nesta took one last look over her shoulder and found that she was the one Cassian was staring at.

Her head quickly swiveled back around and she cursed that stupidity of hers, and all the ways her heart was reacting to it.

To him.

<.>

Rhysand sat across from Feyre in one of the rowboats on the river.

She had just seen her sisters leave and she wondered if something had happened to make them forget she had accompanied them to the park. Hopefully Rhysand would walk her home. She had no doubt that he would.

“Are you alright, Feyre darling?” He asked, and her eyes trailed back to his. “You haven’t spoken in quite some time.”

Feyre smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yes, of course.”

His frown deepend as he nodded, but he didn’t let it go. “If something is the matter, you may speak to me.”

She nodded, but she was still trying to sort her emotions. She had been so excited to see him that morning, but with everything going on, she just felt…like something wasn’t right.

“We are hosting dinner for Lord Cassian tonight,” Feyre said, looking at the couples who walked together on the banks of the river. “To celebrate he and Elain’s upcoming marriage.”

There it was, that little thing that had been weighing her down that morning. Marriage. The season would soon be coming to an end and that word, marriage, haunted her the closer the wedding of her sister and Lord Cassian came.

She knew she had to find a husband.

Yet, she couldn’t even think about any other man than the one sitting across from her.

“He did mention that to me,” Rhys said, looking out over the pond and she could have sworn there was hesitance in his tone. As if he knew where her thoughts had gone.

“Would you care to join us?” She immediately regretted the words when his head swiveled back to her, eyes snapping to her own. “I know you aren’t his brother by blood, but you are his family nonetheless. And it is a dinner for our families, after all.”

Rhysand said nothing and that may have been worse than him outright refusing.

As the seconds ticked by, both her anxiety and embarrassment ratcheted up. Gods, she should have just kept her mouth shut.

Finally, he shook his head, averting his gaze from hers. “Thank you, Miss Feyre, but I don’t think that’s the best idea.”

Miss Feyre? Rhysand hadn’t been so formal with her in weeks, not when they were alone. Quickly, she looked around, but there were no other boats anywhere around them. Her eyebrows furrowed. “Why not?”

“Because it is a special dinner to celebrate two families joining, welcoming one another into their lives.” His gaze was set firmly on their surroundings, as if he weren’t even speaking to her. “Because our families will never be joined, Feyre.”

She didn’t know which was worse, the formal way he’d spoken to her a moment before or the way he’d snapped her name just now. The sharp gasp that left her was involuntary.

His jaw ticked and for a moment, she thought she saw regret but it quickly dissipated.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand,” she said, quietly. “I just thought…”

Her words drifted. She knew of his intentions and he only solidified them when he said, “I am never to marry, Feyre.” His voice was hard. Every word hurt. “You knew this when we began. I cannot sit with your family, with your father, as if I am a serious candidate for a husband.”

Tears welled up in her eyes and she hated herself for it. The last thing she wanted was to make a scene in front of the ton. The last thing she wanted was to cry in front of Rhysand.

She lifted her chin as she said, “Forgive me. I thought something had changed between us in recent weeks, but it seems it has not been as it had seemed.”

She thought she saw him flinch.

“I must have been foolish,” she continued, unable to stop herself. Atop her lap, her hands shook. “To think that you would have wanted to call me your wife.”

His eyes snapped to hers. Something like pain and anger brewed in his dark, violet eyes. “Do not,” he said, and his voice was low, hard. “Do not do that, do not make me feel guilty for not wishing to marry you. I told you before we—“ he stopped, and took a deep breath. “I told you in the beginning how I felt. We both knew how this would end.”

A tear fell and Feyre angrily wiped it away. “That was when we were simply dancing and walking through the park together,” she snapped, and Rhysand’s jaw locked. “You can at least respect me enough to admit that what has gone on between us has gone beyond our damned pact.”

Rhysand quickly looked away.

“Look at me,” she pleaded, knowing another tear fell but she did not wipe this one away.

When Rhysand met her gaze, there was only anger, a storm brewing beneath the surface.

“I will never marry,” he said, at last.

“Why?” She asked, and her voice broke. “Why would it be so awful to marry, Rhys?”

“I cannot marry you,” he said, quietly, as if that was answer enough for all of her questions.

“Why?” She pushed, voice full of pain and heartache.

“Because I cannot give you children,” he hissed, and she did not know that his voice could hold so much venom. “I cannot marry because my name, my blood, cannot carry on. I cannot give you my name. I cannot have heirs. I cannot bear for my fathers legacy to carry on, for I vowed that it would die with me.”

Silence. There was so much silence in her head and in her heart. She idly wondered if it may have stopped beating, because she could no longer feel it in her chest. Or maybe that was the numbness sweeping through her. Maybe it was beating and she just couldn’t feel it.

The words were whisper soft as she said, “You mean to tell me that you won’t marry me, won’t let yourself be happy with me, because of how much you hate your father?” Her chil wobbled and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop it. “I thought that your feelings had—”

“It does not matter what I feel for you or how much I care about you,” he interrupted, his voice raising for a split second, before he reigned it back in. “I will always hate my father more.”

Feyre’s throat bobbed as she turned away, blinking quickly, as if she could stave off any more tears. “Take me back to the dock.” He didn’t move, left the oars in the bottom of the boat. He just stared at her. She swallowed roughly meeting his eyes. Wetness coated her cheeks. “Take me back to the dock, your Grace.”

An emotion crossed his face that Feyre couldn’t name, but it was gone before she could study it, and she looked away as well.

Silently, Rhysand picked up the oars and began rowing them towards the dock, the sound of them breaking the water near deafening as the guilt grew. It was like a bubble, waiting to pop. Once it did, things would never be the same.

As soon as they approached the wooden platform, before Rhysand even had a chance to reach for the rope to moor the boat, Feyre called out, “Excuse me, my Lord.”

Head snapping up, Rhys looked to her and then realized she wasn’t speaking to him.

She was speaking to Lord Hybern, who immediately gave Feyre his attention, flashing her a smile that was supposed to be charming.

It made Rhysand’s teeth grind together.

“Would you mind assisting me?” She asked, offering her hand. “I’ve got the worst balance.”

Bullshit, Rhys had nearly spat. Feyre was graceful and light on her feet.

Nonetheless, Lord Hybern took her hand and she stood, taking her time stepping out of the boat and onto the dock. “Of course, my lady.”

Once she was safe, she said, “Thank you, my lord. I am most grateful.” She turned towards Rhysand but did not meet his eye. “Good day, your Grace.”

Lord Hybern offered Feyre his arm and she took it, leaving Rhysand staring after her in the boat, full of anger and guilt.

He didn’t know what he felt worse about: the fact that he had made Feyre cry, or the fact that he had meant every word.

<.>

Cassian sat around the table with the Archeron family in their dining room, right across from Nesta. Trying to avoid meeting his eye had been trying, but she had managed to do a decent job of it so far. The main course was about to be served and Nesta prayed to whomever listened that time would move faster.

Her father was thrilled. At last, one of his daughters was not a disappointment. He kept a steady conversation with Cassian, and Cassian replied cordially to everything thrown his way.

Feyre did not say a word for the entirety of it. Nesta knew that something was wrong, but now was not the time to address it.

There was only a minute of silence before Cassian said, “Not to speak business at the table,” he began, giving a comforting smile to Elain, “but I have yet to receive Elain’s dowry, my lord. Surely I’ll be receiving it before the wedding day.”

The sound of a fork scraping across the fine china filled the space.

For whatever reason, Cassian looked to Nesta first, before even looking at Isaac. Her eyes were firmly on her plate, her grip white knuckled on her fork.

The sight unsettled him.

He turned to Isaac, to his right, who still hadn’t replied. He had a casual smile on his ruddy face, but there was something in his eyes that had Cassian setting his own fork down.

“About Elain’s dowry,” Isaac began, taking a sip from his wine glass. “There was a slight…mishap with one of my ships. I’m expecting a full return after the most recent shipment I sent out is received, but I was hoping you would give me a couple weeks to get the funds together.”

There was no recent shipment. Once that ship went down on the way to Bharat, there was nothing else to send out, nothing else to receive. That had been his one and only ship, with almost their entire fortune amassed in gold, jewels, spices, books loaded down into it.

Now it sat at the bottom of the sea.

Cassian shook his head. “That’s not the agreement we made, Lord Archeron. I was to receive her dowry, in full, before we wed.”

Isaac looked from Cassian to Elain sitting next to him. Her brown eyes were wide with distress, seeing her future slip away.

His smile grew into a grin that resembled a grimace and he clapped a hand on Cassian’s shoulder. “Shouldn’t marrying my beautiful daughter be enough until I can get our funds in order?”

Cassian shifted, causing Isaac to pull hand back.

“With all respect to Miss Elain, I’m afraid not.”

“I could well ask a bride price for you, Lord Nazari,” Isaac replied, sitting back in his chair. “After all, one of my daughters is the Diamond.”

“Father…” Nesta murmured, but quieted down when he shot her a withering glance. She glanced up at Cassian, finding him already watching her, having seen the way her father looked at her.

“Is Elain’s heart not dowry enough?” Isaac asked again, his tone biting now. “Your love for my daughter should supersede money, should it not?”

Turning to look at Elain briefly, not wanting to hurt her, Cassian gave Isaac his attention once more. He hated the words the second they left his lips, but they needed to be said. “I do not love your daughter, Lord Archeron. This has been a business arrangement from the start and we all knew that. I could see myself loving her one day, once I’ve grown to know her more, but as it stands, no, love does not supersede the agreement we made.” He stood, trying to ignore the quiet sobs he heard coming from Elain on his left. Looking Isaac in the eye, he added, “And you’re a bastard for making me admit it out loud.”

Isaac pushed up from his chair, outraged, but Cassian was already striding out the door. He had made it halfway down the hall when he heard footsteps behind him and he spun, anger rising as he prepared to tell Lord Archeron off, but it was Nesta who he saw.

He couldn’t read the emotion on her face, but it didn’t matter because she yanked on his hand and dragged his massive frame into the sitting room. As soon as the door closed after them, she dropped her hand away as if he’d burned her.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. Nesta paced in front of him, and Cassian tracked her every movement, his broad arms crossed across his chest, his jaw locked.

After a moment, Nesta turned to him, and he sensed worry, panic in her eyes. “You cannot be angry with Elain.”

Cassian huffed, shaking his head. “I am not. It is clear she was as surprised by your father’s lack of dowry as I was, his schemes.”

“Schemes?” she repeated, incredulous. “There were no schemes.”

“But there will be no dowry,” Cassian said, quietly, not a question but a statement. Within an hour, everything had changed. He had yet to decide if it was for better or for worse. He probably should not have said what he had, but he felt instigated by Lord Archeron. He had been pushed to his limits and, after his emotions had built up from sitting across the table from Nesta all night, he could not contain the build up any further.

Nesta scoffed, that incredulous glare of hers growing. “You truly care about a dowry?”

“Clearly I have been misled,” Cassian snapped, “and it is best to call off this doomed engagement before it is the cause of any more strife. Of course I would never desmirch her reputation. We will make a plan—”

“There will be no plan,” Nesta spat through gritted teeth. “I do not understand. Why are you suggesting this?” Cassian started but Nesta did not give him time to reply before she carried on. “All along you have been set on marrying my sister, despite my every objection might I add, and now you intend to cast her aside. Why?” Once again, she gave him no time before she continued, which only made his anger and irritation grow. “And do not talk to me of dowries, sir, for we both know you have no need of it. So tell me, what has she done?”

Cassian waited a moment, thinking she would not give him time to answer again, but she remained silent, breathing heavily, everything she had held within her about to break free. In his silence, Cassian’s arms fell to his sides and he took a step toward her as the truth fell from his tongue. “She has done nothing,” he said, his voice low, surprisingly calm. “It is you. You have made this match impossible.”

Nesta’s back stiffened. She did not deny his implications. “But I am leaving Velaris—”

“And it is not far enough!” Cassian said, that calm facade fading into nothingness. “Do you think that there is a corner of this earth that you could travel to that is far enough away to free me from this torment?” he spat, and Nesta did not move. “I am a gentleman. I was raised by my mother to act with honor but that honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence.” She swallowed, and he realized that he took a step closer without even thinking about it. His voice lowered. “You are the bane of my existence. And the object of all of my desires.” She trembled, her breaths coming out in heavy, uneven pants. “Night and day I dream of you. And what I…” Swallowing, he took another step closer and he swore that she stopped breathing entirely. He was close enough now that she had to look up to meet his gaze. At her sides, her hands shook. He breathed, “Do you even know all the ways a lady can be seduced?” Her eyes flared and Cassian longed to reach up, to brush his thumb along her bottom lip. “The things I could teach you.”

As if she could feel that phantom touch, her lips parted. A shaking breath left her as she stared up at him. “I did not ask for this. To be plagued by these feelings. Hiding from my sister. Being driven to distraction every time you enter the room.”

The silence grew around them, yet somehow the space between them lessened. With every panting breath, Nesta’s chest brushed his.

“Then you agree. It is insupportable.” His words spoke of an end, yet as he leaned his head down, towards Nesta, it seemed like something was beginning.

Her answer was a whisper. “Impossible.”

She could feel Cassian’s breath on her lips, her eyes slipping closed. He took a shuddering inhale and as if on instinct, Nesta did as well. In the short distance between them, Cassian reached up and brushed a loose strand of hair behind Nesta’s ear. She gasped, the touch sending a jolt through her body.

“If I were to wed your sister, it will bind me and you together for eternity and I will spend every day of my marriage wanting you, dreaming of you, dreading the day when my last thread of honor finally snaps.” The words rushed out of him so quickly that he nearly didn’t realize what he was saying, even though every damned word was laden with truth. His lips nearly brushed hers, and he swore her back arched into him, begging for his mouth to be on hers. It was too much, it was all too much, this emotion that welled up inside of him. It was more than want, it was more than desire, it was more than lust. Every inch of his body, every part of his soul, yearned for her. Meeting her gaze, he shook his head and with a humorless laugh, he stepped back, raking a hand through his hair before meeting her gaze, yet again. “Is that the future you want for us?” he asked, voice rasped with conflict, with anguish, with confliction. “For your sister?”

He approached her again and Nesta had not moved, her feet glued to the floor. The emotion in her eyes silenced him, her flushed cheeks and heaving chest calling to him. He stopped in front of her and rested his forehead against hers, her breath warming his lips, yet again. He could smell the wine on her tongue, could feel every ounce of truth that was just spoken between them.

And while it was truth, he had just ruined Elain, and he knew it. While his body was filled with lust and longing and trembling with adoration, guilt lingered in the background, and he remembered where he was, only a corridor away from the dining room, where the others surely still sat.

Although everything within him urged him not to, he whispered, “I must go.”

Before he could think better of it, he pushed himself away from Nesta and hurried towards the door. She did not move, those shuddering breaths of hers still filling the silence as he threw open the door and strode down the grand staircase and out of the grand foyer. The footmen opened the doors for him then he was out in the cool night air, unable to get far enough away from that woman.

He had meant what he’d said.

She could be on the other side of the world and her soul would still call to his.

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tartagliaxx · 4 years ago

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“ A MUSE AND ME ”

━━ ☆ PAIRING: albedo/reader

━━ ☆ GENRE: fluff

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: it was rare for the both of you to catch some break but when the opportunity arises, you found yourself forgetting how to do so in the first place. no matter, there's never a dull moment with albedo and you're sure that you'll both manage. somehow.

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: established relationship, like one curse word, college!au

the weekend made your skin glow differently, he noted as he peered at you from behind his cup of coffee, a lazy brew that had more sugar than what was considered 'passable' by a doctor's standards. still, that was the least of albedo's worries — if he had any at all.

mornings of peace or at the very least, mornings spent without the rush of adrenaline as you both fumbled through your routines to make it to your first class — those mornings are a rarity and as such, he treats them like a prized jewel or better yet, an unfamiliar specimen that is worthy of his attention.

"you're staring."

"hm? oh yes... i was. did it make you uncomfortable?"

you wiggled your fingers out to him, an open invitation for a sweet collision that could only be brought by his soft hands in yours. "can't say i'm not used to it by now."

"is that so?" he couldn't help but chuckle, easily wrapping his hand around yours in a practiced manner. "thank you for your understanding."

"you're welcome. so... any plans for today?"

"not that i can think of. you?"

"don't get me started." albedo rose a brow as soon as you grunted, leaning back into the plush bed as he towered over your form from the side. "this whole 'one week vacation' feels like a fever dream."

"a fever dream? but we're having a break. isn't that something to be celebrated?"

"when did college kids ever catch a break? you know that feeling when—" you paused to steal his mug of coffee, wincing immediately when you tasted what felt like a shot of straight sugar, "when the world lulls you into a false sense of security before kaboom! your life is falling apart all of a sudden and it's five times worse than your regular 'normal' which is by the way, already horrible as is."

"sounds like that's spoken from personal experience."

"it is." you agreed, mind suddenly startled awake and rushing to recollect your thoughts. there was that one insanely long paper you needed to pass by next week and while you were sure you've done it, what if you were just daydreaming about it and—

as if sensing your current influx of anxieties — something that, unfortunately, became quite the common occurrence in your hectic lifestyles — albedo squeezed your hand thrice. one to bring you back to him, another to tell you that all is well and the last for good measure.

"if you're worried about your paper, you've already passed it. i watched you submit it yourself, specifically because you anticipated this scenario."

it's absurd, really. so much so that you found yourself laughing in disbelief as you muttered a quiet 'thanks' to your ever-supportive partner. albedo only shakes his head with an amused tilt in his lips. this was the norm and honestly, he doesn't mind it too much. there is a degree of trust in relying on someone else to remember this and that when you're mind is too fried from other things. even albedo must admit that he finds himself quite intrigued, maybe even touched, to be on the receiving end of it.

"so... if everything's really settled and i'm being anxious over nothing... what should we do?"

he hummed in thought, eyes temporarily moving to glance at the open window. "do you wish to go out?"

your loud groan was enough of an answer.

"then i suppose it's settled. we're staying in today."

"yeah, okay... but what now?"

albedo hesitated but it didn't last long. he, after all, believed that one shouldn't shy away from voicing their desires. not when it's reasonable and above all, innocent.

"i would like to paint you. if that's alright."

"paint... me? now?" you winced at the firm nod you received in reply. "but i look... well, to be completely frank with you, i look like shit."

"hm? you don't look any different to me."

you fell into another fit of laughter as soon as he made his confusion clear. you met him when you were juniors and many things had come to pass since then. still, it's quite comforting to know that some things never change and one of them was albedo's obliviousness to tone and implications. you hand it to him in stride, knowing full well that even geniuses can't be perfect.

"if i didn't know any better, i would've assumed that you're calling me ugly."

"on the contrary, i think otherwise."

there it was — the one reason you found it so hard to be offended by his edged words. albedo was never one to sweeten his words, preferring to keep strictly to his facts with full transparency. perhaps that is the greatest compliment — a scientist's realism and the way he portrays your beauty as something that does not need an explanation but rather, a truth that is simply is, not too unlike gravity and inertia.

"i know, i know. we're well past misunderstandings and clarifications."

"i suppose so. it has been quite some time..."

"do you regret it?"

albedo paused, placing down a tube of flesh-colored paint on his newly claimed drawing table before looking up to you in a silent question.

"meeting me early i mean... we started dating what... a few months after we became juniors? i won't take it to heart if you felt as if you missed out on a few things because you were trying to placate my feelings which are just as difficult as it is today."

"i don't understand the premise of your question."

"huh? what do you mean you don't understand?"

"saying that i was 'missing out' on some things implies that there are things that i wished i was able to do but couldn't do because we were seeing each other."

"yes?" you leaned closer, palms becoming the resting place of your chin as you adjust your position in the bed. "that's kinda the point of the entire conversation."

"what i meant is... seeing you wasn't a decision i made that restricted me from doing the things i wanted to do. i was able to interact with people, learn what i wanted to learn, and live life as any normal high school student would. if anything, seeing you broadened my perspective in areas that i was admittedly lacking in. if i were to be asked, i would have preferred to meet you earlier but it's no use to think about what could've been if it's already finished."

days of break were few and far in between in the life of a college student and yet here you were, wasting such a fine morning with your unshed tears. you chastised yourself, of course, believing that the amount you have shed on your regular days was enough to warrant a day without your tear ducts seeing any action, and still, here you were.

"did i say something wrong?" there was a teasing lilt in his voice, his subtle cheeky demeanor peeking through ever so slightly as he brushed a stray tear from your cheeks.

"no... not at all."

"good. now, you haven't answered me yet."

you chuckled, moving to flick his forehead but he was already a few steps back when you did. "i'm not changing my clothes."

and he didn't expect you to because albedo finds that the weekends made your skin glow differently and what better way to capture that immense beauty if not by painting you in your barest form? honestly, the entire week off seemed more of a hassle to him when he first heard of it. precious time wasted, he once told sucrose who was assisting him in a few research activities. still, it was amusing to find your half-asleep form lazily trying to form a comfortable pose and he couldn't help but think that breaks might not be half as bad as he thought they were if it meant seeing more of this side of you.

a rare gem indeed in your hectic lifestyle.

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luminousjellyfishy · 3 years ago

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This was a survey I took on Quotev, and it really helped me flesh out Ebon!

here it is!

My answers beneath the cut!

Heya, let's just begin, shall we? Okay, so let's start off simple. What's there name and name meaning?

Ebon. It's a shortened version of ebony, which is a wood of dark colouring.

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How about there age?

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Physical appearance?

A skeleton monster covered in corruption (teal and black goo). Dark grey sweater with blue accents. Light grey shorts with aqua sides. 4 tentacles come out of his back.

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How do they act around others?

Very standoffish. They're fairly shy and don't like socializing. He may come off as rude, but does get along with close friends.

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How do they act by themselves?

Silly, dances to his own music sort of thing.

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Are they from a fandom or no?

Undertale

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Any love interests?

Nope. Not as far as he's concerned anyways.

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Have you submitted them to any OC groups?

I have no idea what an OC group is-

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Do you have a published chapter story about them?

No, but I should. Good idea!

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Published short stories?

I haven't personally, but my friend Squid has!

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Do you use the character often?

Ebon is my main OC (even more than my sona, lol), so I use them a lot!

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Have you ever made them in any avatar all of website?

Tumblr

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Do you like the character?

YES

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Do you draw them often?

Most definitely. I love my baby boy.

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Do you write with them often?

I should, but alas, I do not.

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Do they like horror?

Hmmm, not the biggest fan, but will watch with someone else just to see them scream.

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What's there opinion on chocolate?

Put any form of chocolate in their sight, and POOF. It's gone.

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Do they like cat ear headphones?

Only his parents know that their main set of headphones are cat-eared.

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What about cat ear headbands?

Will wear them to mock other people.

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What do they think of hair ribbons and accessories in general?

No hair, but does like putting bows on his head for fun and style.

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Do they fall in love often?

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Do they have any friends? If so, how many?

Star, Jupiter and Atlas are his outside family friends.

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Do you remember when you made them? If so, when, or around when, did you?

July 15th, 2020. The baby is technically 2 years old ;-;

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How much have they changed by your tweaking as a character maker?

Not much, when I first designed them, he had solid black tentacles, now (thanks to Firefly), they have teal tips.

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How much have they changed by character development?

I mean, when I first made him, they didn't have much of an overall "character", it was just facts about them. Now I feel like he's a lot more fleshed out.

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Do they have a team for something? Are they in a club?

If they were allowed to go to an actual school, then he wouldn't join anything other than Trivia club. He loves general knowledge, and sucks at sports.

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What's their friend group like?

Chaotic.

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Are they the precious one, the smart one, the mom friend, the friend who's constantly staring at their phone?

I'd like to say either the smart one or the one always on their phone.

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What do they think of peanut butter and peanuts?

Disgusting.

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Do they like circuses?

No, it creeps him out.

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Their opinion on lung diseases? (Such as pneumonia, the pneumatic plague, tuberculosis)

They spread negativity, so he finds it funny when someone is suffering.

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Do they like to draw? If so, what do they draw?

He thinks he's amazing, but he actually sucks. Don't tell them.

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What are their hobbies and interests?

He can play violin, and they like writing *cough* fanfic *cough*. He is also trying to learn how ton knit. They love sweet anything, and tries to cook, but kinda sucks.

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What's their room look like?

Space ceiling with those glow-in-the-dark stars, and dark purple walls. Bed has dark teal pillows, sheets are dark purple, blankets are black with teal stripes going in cross hatch like pattern.

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Do they like, dislike, or are completely neutral to, shopkins?

Neutral.

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What do they think of long surveys like this?

Boring and a waste of time.

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Anything they'd love to share but just aren't confident to? If so, what is it?

He would love to tell people that they're lonely, but he knows that it's for the best.

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What's their diet like?

It would be all sweets if it wasn't for his parents forcing him to eat normal foods.

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Are they insulted often?

If he went out into the Multiverse ever, then yes they would be. He is the son of the two most hated beings in the Multiverse, so people would hate him too, if anyone knew about him.

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Were they ever bullied?

They would've been for his appearance if he had ever been to an actual school or been in the real world outside their home.

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Are you worried they're to similar to another character in any aspect?

I know that he is a shipchild, so they should be fairly similar to Nightmare, but I fear they might be too alike.

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What's their home life like?

The whole family gets along well, and it's an overall good home life.

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How are things at work and/or school?

N/A

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Their favorite animal?

Not surprisingly, an octopus.

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Most annoying thing to them?

When people are feeling overly positive emotions (he's an empath)

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Worst life experience?

Corruption at age 6

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Best life experience?

Aftermath of corruption when he figured that they now had tentacles.

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What would absolutely break them? What would it take? Has it already happened?

If his twin sister, Naima, died. It did happen sort of, because when she corrupted when they were 6 years old, she went blind, and that killed a part of Ebon since Naima never acted the same way again.

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Would would make them an egotistical snob of sorts?

Ebon is very much an egotistical prick. He is incredibly full of himself in personal opinions. They don't express so forwardly like his father (Error), but his self opinion is very high.

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What do they think of characters with red eyes and black hair with a mostly red and black color scheme are other wise original?I Nozomi: Why does the color scheme thing sound so familiar?

He doesn't really care about those types of characters, they exist everywhere, so it's kinda hard for him to like them when they are aren't original.

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Do they like to write? If so, what do they write?

FANFIC

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If they watch YouTube, what would be the first six video titles to pop up in their recommended if you looked right now?

1. Vines - Try Not To Laugh 2. Memes 3. Animation memes for Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 4. Anime 5. Remixes of songs they like 6. Gacha memes

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Do they like green beans?

He doesn't mind them.

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How about corn?

Loves

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Do they have an improper diet?

Candy, that's all I'll say. Candy

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Are they a joke character?

Nope

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How's their life been like? (I mean backstory)

He corrupted at 6 years old (A very painful experience, they still have scars on their lower back from where the tentacles came out). They grew up in isolation (excluding household family), not going to school or talking to people outside his house. Other than those,

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Do they chew gum while they work on things?

Nope, they can't stand the texture of any type of gum.

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Do they have good observational skills?

Yes. Ebon will watch people very closely, and use their fears against them later.

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do they speak multiple languages? How many? Which ones?

English, but they're learning French and Spanish.

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K-Pop of J-Pop?

J-Pop

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Rap or slow music?

Slow music

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Do they even like music?

Yup! He loves listening to it whenever he's busy.

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Their thoughts on romance?

he's demibiromantic asexual, so romance is pretty cool to them.

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Write them inner monologue as if you were them.

"Chocolate? Is that chocolate? I think it is... shit, dad's coming and it's probably his chocolate..." *steals it and runs*

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Their first pet?

Not Ebon's personal pet, but Killer's cat, Mish Mish. It was the pet the gang has ever owned.

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Do they even like animals?

He likes sea animals, but not really land animals.

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What do they think of puppets and ventriloquist's?

Really cool. His dad (Error) plays with/makes puppets and is a very skilled ventriloquist, so Ebon is practicing to be the same, so far, the practice is going incredibly well.

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Are they obsessive about grammar? How much do they care about it?

Just like his dad (Nightmare), he is OBSESSED with correcting grammar.

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Pretending you were them, write their most embarrassing moment.

"I can't believe I just did that. I literally just started playing a meme in front of my parents-"

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Being you again, write their most embarrassing moment.

A couple years ago (12 years old), Ebon was getting pretty skilled with violin, but was also pretty into meme songs. While he was performing a song they had just learned for his parents, the notes sounded similar to a meme, and switched to that song instead of the other one.

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If they were here with you right now watching you fill this out, would they be bored?

More bored than any other time.

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Do they think I'm a robot?

Probably.

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Does the idea of me being a robot sound appealing to them?

Nah, Ebon couldn't care less about robots.

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Do they like robots?

He likes breaking them apart (Mettaton).

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Spear mint, winter green, sweet mint, pepper mint, or chocolate mint?

They have no idea what the difference is.

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What one word best describes them?

Cunning

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Do they trust Google translate?

Not really, it doesn't help much compared to his parents.

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Do they know the difference between Google and a Google Plex?

Yes

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Do they even watch YouTube?

YES

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Are they ever online?

All the time, they enjoy Tumblr

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Do they play video games?

Sometimes, he's good at beat saber, and bullet hell games.

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Any siblings? What are they like?

Ayla (Horrordust) is his older sister, and Kukri (Kross) is his younger sister.

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What are their parents like?

Biological parents are evil (towards other people), but at home they love all 3 of the children.

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Do they favour mom over dad or dad over mom or neither?

They don't prefer either, but Ebon has a closer bond with Nightmare than with Error because they've both corrupted ans they both like reading. They just get along more.

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Are they interested in the world around them?

Not really, he just likes helping to destroy the world around them.

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How many love interests have they had as canon is in their story?

None.

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How many love interests have they ever had, whether or not you kept the idea of them liking that character?

None lol

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I'm going to give you a list of taboo and somewhat disgusting subjects, feel free to skip. What do they think of these?

Incest Cannibalism Bestiality Cheating

Disgusted by incest and bestiality, he doesn't understand cheating (never been exposed to it) and cannibalism is normal to them (Horror)

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Oh look we only have the questions left? How do you feel? How would they feel if they were filling this out?

Grateful it's almost over.

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What are their dreams like?

They don't tend to dream a lot, but when they do, they're often nightmares.

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Do they often have lucid dreams?

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Worst dream (no, not nightmare, dream) they've ever had?

They were forgotten in a Universe that was crumbling to death.

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Best dream they've ever had?

They don't have good dreams all too often, so every non-nightmare is a good one.

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Worst nightmare they've ever had.

Parents and siblings were killed by the Star Sanses and Ebon was forced to live by himself in hiding.

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Best nightmare they've ever had?

No good nightmares, but if we're going to get technical, then any nightmare they inflict on others in a good one to Ebon.

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What's their sense of humour like?

Funny to his family, but other people would find it concerning.

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How do their friends treat them? How does their significant other (if they have one) treat them?

They only have two outside of home friends, and they're both family... so... uh... Technically no non-family friends?

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Their thoughts on love?

Open to it, but needs to find someone interesting enough.

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Now, are you proud of them. And, thank you for taking my survey.

Of course I am!! I love Ebon so much and I'm incredibly proud!

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efyra · 5 years ago

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pairing: remus lupin x reader

summary: the first time that remus almost lost his control

author’s note: i swear that i didn’t pretend to make two parts for this story but it just happened; i couldn’t help myself. i’m sorry 🥺 and I also am sorry for any grammar mistakes - like i said before, english is not my native language

1994, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Honestly, you never thought that would be so sensitive about your last year at Hogwarts. You didn't think you would miss walking those halls, dining under the starry sky of the Great Hall, the Quidditch games that cheered up the students of all Houses, resting on that tree next to the Black Lake or the magnificent view from the Astronomy Tower. All these little things that never meant much to you before, made your seventh year more melancholic than you imagined it would be - you couldn’t even think about no longer seeing your friends every day without starting to cry.

In a few months, you would be a graduated girl; an adult woman who would be entirely responsible for your own future. Technically, you would be free. Free to pursue any career you want; you could become a healer, a teacher, a magizoologist, or even an auror, and you would have a happy and prosperous life. Or you could just screw yourself up.

The uncertainty made you apprehensive.

Ever since you were born, everyone told you what to do, be it your parents or your teachers; how did they expect you to make a decision as big as "the future of your life" being so young? You were only 18, for Merlin's sake!

Why did you stay only seven years at Hogwarts? If you could, you would continue studying there until you were 25 years-old.

But, unfortunately, that was not possible.

What made you feel a little better was to think that your colleagues were as apprehensive as you were about venturing into the adult world.

Since the school year has began, seventh graders threw a "farewell party" every month and overdosed on firewhisky. You have witnessed a diversity of drunken behavior during these parties; there would always be someone crying because they would miss Hogwarts, others despairing because they didn't know what the fuck they were going to do with their lives, some pompously saying that they already knew exactly where they would work after graduation, there would also be those who would make brave confessions, act recklessly or end up sleeping on a couch.

You weren't a very party person; not that you were those people who didn't even attend the party, but you never crossed your limit, let alone did something to embarrass yourself. Of course, you've taken doses of firewhisky before, but you never got drunk.

Until that night.

Earlier that day, you got a letter from your parents telling that they expected you to become an auror just like them; that gave you stomach pain all day long. You had already thought about following the same career as your parents - who were phenomenal in their job - but you weren't sure if that was what you want for your future.

You were a simple girl. You were never very extroverted, but you made good friends during your years at Hogwarts. You were a great student, not extraordinary nor mediocre. You never drew much attention, and frankly, you never wanted that - in fact, you hated being in the spotlight. For some weird reason, you become very clumsy at those times.

So you never really considered becoming an auror. And because of that letter from your parents, you forgot to control how much firewhisky you were consuming.

And, for the first time in your life, you were officially drunk.

"Ok, I'm hungry" you declared to your friend; your voice tone was louder than usual and your words came out a little shuffled.

Y/F/N faced you with some fun in her eyes; it was unusual to see you like that.

"Right. Let's go to the kitchens, then"

You frowned in confusion.

"How do we get in there?"

"Just tickle the pear" she shrugged "easy peasy". A giggle came out of her lips. "What?" Y/F/N raised an eyebrow.

"You said pee-asy" you answered, giggling one more time.

Your friend shook her head.

"You're very drunk," she said with fun. "Let's give you some food and water and put you on bed.

"Oh, but I don't want to go to bed" you made a pout.

"Well, we're going anyway," Y/F/N said firmly; she knew you wouldn't want to wake up on some random couch. "I'll tell Riley we're going and be right back. Don't go anywhere.”

If you were sober, you would never consider invading Hogwarts' kitchens in the middle of the night, and you wouldn't have escaped from your friend after she told you to wait for her, but, obviously, you weren't even a little sober.

Walking through the dark and empty corridors was already an unknown experience for you, but walking through them being so drunk seemed like an adventure. You had no idea where you were going - even though you knew you wanted to get to the kitchens.

Then an intense light blinded you for a second.

"Miss Y/L/N?" the familiar voice of your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher took you by surprise.

Your eyes widened and you stumbled in your footsteps.

"Professor Hottie!" exclaimed automatically as soon as Remus fucking Lupin appeared in your front, seeming very intrigued to find you in the middle of the hall. "I mean... Professor Hottie!" you paused for a short second; looking sideways and not noticing the amused little smile that appeared on the older man's face. "Wait I said it again... Professor Lupin! Now I did it" you smiled and turned your head to face your teacher.

Then you saw.

That damn look. The look full of savagery that made your knees weak and the air escape from your lungs.

Your teacher slowly approached you; he calculated his steps so he won’t scare you - and honestly, he needed to control himself to not kiss you right there.

Remus Lupin looked like a wolf hunting his prey - and you looked delicious in his eyes.

"Miss Y/L/N..." he kept walking towards you, causing you to automatically take a few steps back, getting close to the wall. "What a little girl like you is doing in the hallway off hours?"

The words got stuck in your throat.

"I-I-I... Ah... I..."

Then he smelled it. He smelled the firewhisky on your breath.

A surprised moan came out of your lips when Professor Lupin pushed you against the wall, pressing his body on yours; his 6'2" height rising dangerously over yours much shorter.

"Were you drinking?" his tone was not as gentle as usual; it was rough and demanding. His question came out almost like a growl.

You gulped.

Your heart beat wildly and you never felt so hot like that before; you wondered if you could burst into flames just with that interaction.

"No!" you lied.

"Y/N..." was the first time Remus said your name; you loved how your name sounded in his voice. "I think you're lying to me," he whispered close to your ear.

You felt shiver over your spine.

"Professor, I-I... I don't..."

"I, I" he repeated in a mocking tone, appreciating how nervous you looked before facing you intensely again. "Don't lie to me again. You won't like what I'm going to do to you if you lie to me again.”

You gasp with your words, and to your embarrassment, a pathetic moan came out of your throat.

Remus growled; he clenched his hands firmly, trying to control himself to not fuck you right there in the hallway - his cock already hard inside his pants.

"Or maybe you would like it" he thought to himself.

But at the same time your groaning excited him, it also awakened him from his trance. Remus remembered who he was; he was your professor and you were his student. He couldn't do anything with you.

He took a step away from you, reluctantly; taking the time to admire how delicious you looked with your breath intertwined, your cheeks blushed and so submissive.

You were disappointed when you could no longer feel his warm body against yours, but you stopped yourself from saying anything. Honestly, you had no idea what had just happened between you and your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher; it seemed wrong and it certainly was forbidden, but you couldn't help but want more.

"You will go back to your dorm. No more firewhisky for you, do you understand, Miss Y/L/N?" he asked, looking at her intensely.

"Y-Yes" you stuttered nervously.

"Yes, what?" he growled.

"Yes, Professor Lupin" you corrected yourself quickly.

A smile appeared on the man's face full of scars.

"Good girl" he couldn't prevent those words from coming out of his mouth. "Now, go" he said authoritarian.

You nodded before heading back to the party; the drunkenness seemed to have left your body completely and you almost felt sober.

Almost.

Your little interaction with Remus fucking Lupin still made you feel a little dizzy.

Y/F/N found you halfway through, she guided you to your common room and brought you to your dorm.

That night, you slept quickly because even though Professor Lupin had taken you out of your drunk state, you still had a good dose of firewhisky.

Unlike you, Remus Lupin could not get a good night of sleep.

He thought about you all night long; the way you seemed to submit yourself completely to him without any hesitation, how small and fragile you seemed and how easy it would be for him to throw you on bed or any other surface he could fuck you into oblivion, the way you pressed your thighs together when he approached you - you didn't notice it, but he did.

Remus thought that, maybe, having you wasn't something so surreal; that, maybe, you wanted it too. But he remembered the firewhisky smell on your breath.

He knew he should never have done what he did.

He should have controlled himself.

The next day, he waited for Dumbledore to tell him that he was fired, but that never happened. He waited a week, two weeks, three weeks, more than a month passed and absolutely nothing happened.

Remus didn't know if he should be relieved or if he should feel like the worst man in the world; you had completely forgotten what had happened that night.

Or that's what he thought.

In fact, you remembered every minute of yours little interaction in the hall.

You remembered the way he looked at you ferociously, his predatory walk, you remembered perfectly the growl that came out of his throat, his body against yours, his chocolate and parchment paper perfume, and you, definitely, could never forget how dominant and controlling he acted - and how your body surrender to that behavior; how you liked it.

"You won't like what will happen to you if you lie to me again", it was his words, and Merlin, you had the most absolute certainty that you would love anything he did to you. And you would still beg for more.

You waited for Professor Lupin to come to you, but he never did. You waited more than a month and nothing happened.

It was as if that night had never happened.

Of course, you felt disappointed - very disappointed - but it was your last year at Hogwarts. Your last year walking through those halls, having dinner under the starry sky of the Great Hall, cheering for your house team at Quidditch, resting on that tree next to the Black Lake and enjoying the view from the Astronomy Tower, and you wouldn't waste it lamenting for your Dark Arts Defense teacher.

You graduated. And you thought you would never see him again.

But fate had other plans for you two because in that summer of 1995, you met at Grimmauld Place, number 12.

It didn't seem wrong anymore and it wasn't forbidden, so you promised yourself:

You were going to find out what Remus Lupin was hiding.

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cocobeanncteez · 5 years ago

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ATEEZ Wooyoung- School President (Oneshot)

Genre: light angst, suggestive/steamy, high school au.

Pairing: SchoolPresident!Wooyoung x badgirl!reader

Warnings: none.

"Miss L/N, detention after school till 4 p.m." your chemistry teacher said, making you mentally groan. It was the last class of the day and you were dying to go home, but now you had to stay for an extra hour. All your classmates turned to look at you, but they weren't surprised. "You still haven't submitted the assignment."

"Can I just submit it tomorrow?" you asked in a bored tone.

"No, you were supposed to submit it a week ago," she said, gathering her stuff to leave the class. "Detention with Mrs. Hwang today." You heard people around you snicker. Well, fuck. Mrs. Hwang was the strictest teacher in school. Even you were scared of her despite your badass attitude.

You got up from your seat, leaving the classroom with an annoyed expression on your face.

"Detention again, Y/N?" your bestfriend asked as she made her way to you with your other friends.

You rolled your eyes. "Ms. Jang will never fucking let me live in peace. I'll see you guys tomorrow," you said, making your way to detention.

You were surprised to find the room empty. Usually, there would always be about three or five students. Since no one was here, you decided to ditch; you would skip school the next day so that your teachers will forget about it. You turned around to leave, but ended up bumping into someone, slightly startling yourself.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at your school president and heartthrob—also called 'senior's eye candy' at your school—Jung Wooyoung.

You had to admit, he was certainly the most handsome guy you've ever seen. Jung Wooyoung was absolutely perfect. Every girl wanted him and every guy wanted to be him. You were sure half your school tried to hit on him despite the fact that he has a girlfriend.

"Unfortunately, I'm here to make sure that you won't escape detention as Mrs. Hwang is busy, so take a seat," he said, moving around you to sit on a chair and taking a notebook out of his bag.

You always found Jung Wooyoung very interesting. Other guys like him—the nerdy ones—can't even talk to you, let alone look you in the eye. Jung Wooyoung was the complete opposite.

You sat on one of the chairs, immediately taking your phone out.

"You can't use your phone here," Wooyoung said, not looking up at you from his notebook. "Why don't you complete your assignment?"

You scoffed. "And if I don't? What are you gonna do about it?"

"Nothing," he said, looking at you. "It's not affecting me in any way, so I don't care. However, Ms. Jang is gonna fail you again if you don't submit your assignment."

You knew he was right. And that annoyed you; you really just wanted to shut his pretty mouth up.

"Whatever," you mumbled, taking out a notebook and the assignment sheet to start working on the reactions you had to write.

However, you were completely blank. You didn't know or understand a word given on the sheet. You bit your lip as you stared at the sheet, wondering what to do.

Finally, you took out your phone and googled all the reactions, easily finishing the assignment in less than half an hour.

"You know, you won't be able to copy during finals," Wooyoung said, closing his notebook. "Even if you're copying now, at least learn what you've copied."

"I didn't ask for your comments," you retort. He was about to say something, but his phone rang.

"Hey, baby," he answered. " . . . I'm in charge of detention today . . . Oh, that's okay," his face fell slightly. " . . . No, it's alright. We can go some other day . . . Hmm, I love you too. Bye!"

You snorted, feeling bad for the boy. You were surprised someone as smart as him hasn't figured out that his girlfriend has been cheating on him. You've seen his girlfriend shoving her tongue down random people in the club, and hitting on people at your school. You remembered how shocked you were when you first found out that she was cheating on him; because why would anyone cheat on someone as perfect as Jung Wooyoung?

"You can leave now," Wooyoung said, getting up from his seat. "Detention is over." You nodded, leaving as fast as you can, just wanting to go home and sleep.

"Your grades aren't very bad, but they aren't great either, Y/N," your class teacher said. "You'll get into an average college with these grades. But I know you can do much better. So I've asked one of the prefects to tutor you in Chemistry and Physics."

You groaned. "Can I do it by myself?"

"You wouldn't do it by yourself," she said. "Anyway, Jung Wooyoung will be tutoring you. Discuss and decide your timings with him. I expect you to score well on the next exam. I do not want to see you fail in any subject again." Before you could say anything, the door to the staff room opened, revealing none other than Jung Wooyoung. "Ah, Wooyoung, I just told Y/N that you will be tutoring her," she said. "I'm expecting you to do a great job."

Wooyoung smiled. "I won't let you down, Mrs. Park. But Y/N must put in efforts or else there's no point," he stated in a polite tone, and you rolled your eyes.

"Yes, that's true," she turned to look at you. "I'm expecting nothing but your best efforts, Y/N." She's always expecting something, huh, you thought. You only smiled, bowing politely.

"I'll do my best."

"What the actual fuck is this?" you mumbled, staring at the lengthy derivation written in Wooyoung's notebook. He rolled his eyes, so tired of hearing you say that to literally everything you saw written in his notebook.

"Ah, why did they have to make me tutor you of all people?" he whined. "You clearly haven't paid attention in class for even half a second."

"No one told you to accept it," you said, ignoring his last comment.

"I had to," he scoffed, stretching his arms out, making you glance at the veins on his arms. "Extra credits, you know?"

"Nerd," you muttered under your breath. He heard you, but didn't say anything. He began teaching you how to derive it; you paid attention for the first few seconds before zoning out. When you zoned back in, he asked you to explain what he just explained. You bit your lip, thinking of what to say.

He sighed. "You didn't pay attention again."

"I zoned out, sorry."

"That's what you said for the previous derivation," he said, a disappointed look on his face while he packed up his things.

"You're leaving already?" you asked, glancing at the time on your phone; you still had twenty minutes left.

"I'm not going to waste my time teaching you right now," he said. "You clearly aren't in the mood to focus." You only scoffed, watching him leave the library. You bit your lip, feeling kinda bad for not paying attention when he was making an effort to teach you.

The look of disappointment he showed you had somehow made you determined to prove that you could focus and do better.

You were at Wooyoung's house, sitting on his bed and scrolling through your social media while waiting for him to finish changing out of his uniform. You spent an entire two weeks studying your ass off, and you were proud you made a big improvement, thanks to Wooyoung. He was quite surprised that you were actually making an effort to understand whatever he taught you. You both even became friends, and you were quite happy about that.

"I'm done," he said, coming out of his bathroom, making you look up from your phone. You held your breath at the sight of Wooyoung dressed in grey sweatpants and a black tank top. You couldn't stop yourself from checking him out: the veins running down his muscled arms, his exposed collarbones, his sharp jawline, his plump lips . . .

You were so immersed into checking him out, you didn't realize he was doing the same to you. He loved how your uniform skirt rid up your thighs, and how another two buttons on your shirt were unbuttoned, exposing a little bit of your cleavage. Before you knew it, he was slowly making his way towards you, eyes now locked with yours.

"Let's start, hmm?" he said with a smirk; he knew you were checking him out.

You clear your throat a little. "Yeah, let's start."

You spent the next half an hour trying to pay attention to whatever Wooyoung was teaching you. It didn't help that he absentmindedly placed his hand on your knee, or brushed your hand with his; he knew exactly what he was doing to you. Your mind kept wandering to the things you want him to do to you right now on his bed.

" . . . and now you should tell me," he leaned a little close to you with a smirk, making your heartbeat speed up. "Which formula should be used?"

"Fuck this," you muttered, pushing the books aside before straddling Wooyoung's lap.

"Took you long enough," he chuckled, and you crashed your lips on his. He instantly kissed you back, hands moving to grip your waist. You wouldn't admit it to anyone, but you have been dreaming about kissing Wooyoung the second he talked back to you a year ago.

You pulled away to litter his neck in kisses, sucking the skin gently. He groaned softly, making you smirk. "Fan of neck kisses?"

"You have no idea," he said, hands moving underneath your skirt to grip your bare inner thighs. He gave it a squeeze, making you involuntarily grind down on him. He moaned at the feeling, encouraging you to do it again. You moved your lips back to his, grinding on him even more. Wooyoung's hands slipped into your panties, grabbing your ass to help you grind down on him faster. The friction made you moan, craving for more. You tugged on his shirt, breaking the kiss to let him pull it off. You ran your hand down his toned torso in awe, loving the feeling of his abs beneath your fingertips. Your eyes widened at the tattoo above his hip bone. "You have a tattoo?!"

Wooyoung gripped your hips, moving you off of him so that he could hover over you. "Mhmm, bet you never expected the nerdy school president to have a tattoo, huh?" Your hands moved to his hair, playing it with while he began to kiss your neck, driving you crazy.

Wooyoung kissed down your chest till where your shirt was unbuttoned. He glanced up at you, fingers toying with the buttons. "Can I?" he asked. You nodded, letting him unbutton your shirt and slip it off you. You sucked in a breath when he ran his fingers over the lacy material of your bra.

"Take it off," you whined, making him chuckle.

"Patience, baby," he said, one hand gently rubbing your thigh.

But you really didn't have any patience right now.

You brought his lips to yours while you moved his hand to touch you where you desperately needed him, surprising him a little. He kissed you back hungrily while his finger moved on your clothed clit, applying pressure, making you get wetter. Your moans made him smirk; he loved how he was the reason behind it.

You both got startled at the sudden sound of his garage opening. He halted his movements, pulling away from you instantly.

"One of my parents is back from work," he said, quickly putting on his tank top and handing you your uniform shirt. You quickly buttoned it and straightened out your hair; you really did not want Wooyoung's strict parents to suspect anything since they already did not like the idea of him tutoring you in his final year of high school.

Wooyoung's father knocked on his bedroom door before opening it, finding you and Wooyoung busy writing equations.

"Oh, hey, dad! How was work?" Wooyoung asked with a sweet, innocent smile like as if he wasn't smirking a few minutes ago while touching you.

"Hello, Mr. Jung," you said politely.

"Hello, Y/N," he said. "Work was all right, as usual. How is your tutoring session going?"

"Good, dad," Wooyoung said, trying to control himself from smirking. "It's going really great."

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mandoalorian · 5 years ago

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Perfect To Me [Maxwell Lord x Reader]

Author's note: This is so self indulgent. I've been having a bad night and this just, kinda happened. I have a really bad relationship with my body image n stuff and so writing this sorta helped me vent out my feelings. Maxwell is like my fave character and I love him so much so ofcourseeee I wrote it with him. Anyways I want you to know that your favourite character loves you so much even when you feel like you're not worth it or in the moments you don't love yourself. I mean it, they love you.

Warnings: body dysmorphia, disordered thinking of a self conscious reader. And also. A little self conscious Maxwell.

Word count: 2.2k

Rating: PG-13

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You hated it. You hated everything about it. You didn't understand, when you had tried it on in the store just a few hours ago, you loved it. It fit you beautifully. But now, it wasn't the same. It was like something had drastically changed but you couldn't place your finger on what exactly it was.

"Honey we're going to be late!" you heard Maxwell call from downstairs. Anxiety filled your body knowing that you had to be at the gala in— you checked the time— twenty minutes. "The carpool is waiting!" he called again. You could hear the stress in his voice. He hated being late, especially for events.

"Just a minute!" you shouted back but the words left your lips as a croak, breaking at the end. You scrunched your nose up in disdain and hoped that Maxwell hadn't heard the change in your voice.

You couldn't do this; your blood running cold as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You wanted to rip the dress off, climb under the blankets of your enormous bed and cry. You looked disgusting, embarassing… you didn't look like someone who should be dating Maxwell Lord. Tears pricked your eyes as you imagined the way everyone would be looking at you if you attended the gala wearing that monstrosity. You believed that the dress would be beautiful on every single other person; just not you.

You didn't know what to do. Quickly, you ran to your walk in closet and angrily began to pull out all the dresses that had been neatly organised and hung up. They fell in messy pools on the floor. You wanted to scream in anger, desperately trying to find a dress you could quickly change into. The anxiety only got worse when you could hear Maxwell downstairs making small talk with his driver. You knew they were waiting for you in the lobby. You didn't have time.

You picked up a red number that you had wore last year at the Christmas office party. You tried to weigh up if it would be appropriate for tonight's events, holding it against your body. You threw it to one side, screaming in frustration when you decided it probably wouldn't fit you anymore. You couldn't go. You'd embarrass yourself, and you'd embarrass Maxwell, and his company.

You clutched onto the edges of your dresser, knuckles turning white as you forced yourself to look at your appearance in the mirror. The kohl black eyeliner was smudged from your tears and your foundation had begun to separate from the anxious sweat you had broken into. He would just have to leave without you.

"I'll go check on her," you heard Maxwell tell the driver. "I'm sure she's just deciding on a pair of shoes." you thought his voice sounded apologetic. You imagined him marching into your shared bedroom, angry that you were taking so long. You imagined his face burning with red rage when he saw you sitting on the edge of his bed, a complete and utter mess. Maybe you deserved it. You heard his footsteps get louder and louder as he went up the stairs and you figured there wasn't anything you could do now. Thoughts raced your mind as you wondered how you could possibly explain this to him.

"Sweetheart, I know what you say about being fashionably late but—” Maxwell stopped and froze up when he entered the bedroom, his eyes blinking between you and the pile of your dresses on the floor. You watched him, feeling ashamed, as his appearance turned from confused to concerned.

He slowly walked further into the bedroom, looking around. He glanced over all your cosmetics and hair products that were scattered across the dresser and examined the mountain pile of clothes on the floor, trailing from the closet to where you were sitting. He moved the red dress you had considered from the bed and sat next to you in silence.

Maxwell turned to face you, but you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. He placed a finger under your chin and turned your head so he could get a good look of your face. He swiped his thumb under your eye, trying to clean up your messy eyeliner, and cupped your cheek. The familiar coolness of his rings pressed against your skin eased you slightly, but you still felt an anxiety. He eventually spoke.

"Darling… what happened?" his voice was gentle and cautious. You tried to swallow the lump that had formed in your throat and looked down at the carpeted floor. You didn't answer him. He waited a few moments, and then he said your name.

"I made a mess." you gulped, looking around the bedroom. His gaze followed your eyes and he sighed.

"I can see that," he shrugged. "But I mean… you've been crying?" You nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up in shame. "Why?" he asked.

You sniffed. You could think of a thousand excuses less embarrassing than the truth. But he was your boyfriend, and this was a big problem in your life. You figured that he should know what was really going on with you. It was still scary. He was Maxwell Lord— feared by everyone. And there was a reason for that. While he had shown you nothing but love and care during the course of the relationship, you imagined the worst. You imagined him laughing at you or belittling you. Something you've had to deal with from plenty of people before. You rubbed your sore and glossy eyes before taking a deep breath.

"I hate the way this dress looks on me." you said, and Maxwell frowned, crinkles forming in between your eyebrows.

"I don't understand." there was an air of bewilderment in his voice, like he couldn't comprehend what you were telling him. It was a simple fact to you, but your opinion seemed lost on him.

Feeling frustrated, you stood up and flattened the dress down, standing before him. His jaw dropped slightly and his eyes widened as he drunk in the sight of you. The dress fit your body perfectly. He could swear that it was made for you and only you.

"If I go to the gala dressed like this, I'll embarrass you," you sniffed, scrunching up your face in disgust and immediately feeling even more self conscious as you stood in front of your boyfriend. "People will state, and laugh. They will write about me in the tabloids and-"

"Write about how beautiful you look in that dress? Damn sure." Maxwell mumbled, reaching out and taking your hand. "You're wrong. You're so wrong." he pulled you close to him and settled his hands on your waist as he continued to admire you.

"Please don't touch me," you shook your head, pushing his hands away from you. "I feel disgusting. I look disgusting. I am disgusting. Max… you should know that this isn't just a one off thing. I feel like this often, and I don't know why."

"You were obsessed with the dress when you tried it on for me earlier." Maxwell raised an eyebrow, brushing his lower lip with his finger as he processed what was going on.

"I know. I loved it. But now? I hate it. I'm sorry, you probably think this is so stupid."

Maxwell stood up and shook his head quickly. "No! No. Don't apologise. Don't ever apologise, okay? You're not stupid. I understand. I understand completely."

"No, you don't." you sighed, holding your face in your palms. Maxwell stiffened up and shuffled uncomfortably. You pulled your face away from your hands and pulled on his wrist, reading the time on his gold wristwatch. "Max, just go. This is your big event and you don't want to be late."

"No." he told you, loosening his bowtie and shuffling out of his suit jacket. He threw it to the floor, amongst the pile of your dresses. He kicked off his Armani shoes and folded his arms over his chest.

"If this is you being stubborn because you're upset with me for not getting dressed…" you trailed off and Maxwell looked at you. He looked hurt that you had made such a suggestion.

"You really don't think I understand how you feel?" He quizzed, and you didn't reply. He was confident, he exuded charm and charisma. He was a television star, he had done speeches in the White House and spoken to the most influential people in the world. You looked at him, waiting for him to continue. He stuck a finger into his belly. "I hate this."

You gulped. "Your tummy?"

He nodded. "I never used to have a tummy… when I was younger, I mean," he revealed, although it meant nothing to you. "But in recent years, you know. I drink a little more, have more steak dinners and don't exercise. So…"

"You're in great shape," you spluttered in disbelief. "And I love your tummy."

"Wouldn't you rather I had an eight pack?" he asked and the thought made you burst into a fit of giggles. The smile he made when he saw that he had made you laugh was unmatched.

"No, not at all!" you chuckled, nudging him playfully.

"So, I do understand," he told you. "I say I hate my tummy, you say you love it. You say you hate the way that dress fits you, and I say it's the most beautiful thing I've seen you in. Although, I think you get more beautiful everyday," he blushed and you beamed at his kind words. It was rare Maxwell would tell you something like that. "I wish you could see yourself the way I saw you. But your feelings? I'm so glad you told me. We can get through it together. I promise." he reached back to hold your hand and gave you a comforting squeeze.

"I still don't want to go to the gala." you bit your lip and he nodded understandably.

Maxwell leaned over to the phone that was on his bedside table and called down to the lobby where his driver was waiting for you both. He cleared his throat. "Yes, it's Maxwell. Take the night off. Myself and Y/N have decided we will not be attending the gala tonight."

"But sir-" the driver began and Maxwell abruptly cut him off.

"Do I pay you to question me? Hurry along now." He said before putting the phone back down on the hook. He sighed before turning back to you and smiling.

"What- what do you mean you're not attending the gala? Max, it's your gala. You have to go."

"You think I could stand schmoozing with those slimy CEOs without you by my side? I couldn't be productive knowing that my beautiful girlfriend was at home, alone, probably watching some sad movie when her boyfriend should be with her and comforting her."

Your eyes were bright and your lips curled into a grin at his sentiment. You swung your hands around him and cuddled him tight, taking in the scent of his luxury fragrance and resting your head into his soft shirt. "I love you Maxie." you whispered, and he slung an arm around you, pushing you further into his lap.

"I love you too darling," he confessed, pressing a kiss onto the top of your head. "Cmon, let's get you out of your dress and into some cozy pyjamas."

You smiled, tugging on the collar of his shirt and pulling him into another kiss, this time on the lips. It was soft and brisk yet passionate. He pulled away slowly and you took in his dark lust blown eyes. "I wanna wear your shirt," you whined, beginning to unbutton it.

"Okay." he replied simply, leaning back and letting you pull his white button up shirt from his body.

"I love your tummy." you reminded him and he smiled, crinkles forming in the corners of his eyes and a dimple in the left of his cheek.

"Dress off, shirt on." He told you and you nodded, getting up from the bed and getting changed. Maxwell unbuttoned his belt and pulled down his tailored pants, throwing them to the floor. He took off his socks and clambered under the bed sheets, his arms out, waiting for you to join him. "I love seeing you wear my shirt." he told you as you curled up into him.

You hummed in contentment as he played with your hair. He said your name, in an almost questioning tone.

"Yes?" you replied.

"No matter what, you'll always be perfect to me."

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babyboyblasty · 4 years ago

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CHAPTER 10:

"You look nice, Deku" Uraraka smiled, her hands held behind her back as she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet in a childish manner, looking at her green haired friend. "Is there anyone in particular you're trying to impress?" she gave him a knowing look that Izuku stuttered and blushed to.

"No! O-of course not" he immediately denied and averted his eyes when that only seemed to make Uraraka's smirk widen. Izuku knew he was a terrible liar and Uraraka could be very scary sometimes. "But um, hypothetically speaking.. if I /were/ trying to impress someone- which I'm not- but hypothetically speaking do you think they'll.. you know. Be impressed? Hypothetically."

Uraraka looked her friend up and down. Izuku's fashion sense has definitely improved since the beginning of their first year. Both Tsuyu and herself had made sure to teach Deku and Todoroki a thing or two about dressing themselves since they were completely clueless sometimes. Midoriya was wearing brown, cuffed corduroy pants with a forest green oversized short sleeve button up, a lighter green long sleeve underneath that to create layers. The red shoes were never going away though and Uraraka gave up in trying to get him to wear another pair of shoes. He looked good and Uraraka noticed how his hair was a bit neater too so he obviously put a bit of extra effort into trying to style his curls. In fact, looking around the common room it seemed that Deku wasn't the only one who put a little extra effort into their appearance today. Half the boys there looked like they were going off to a party instead of a casual class outing. Even Iida looked like he was trying out a new hairstyle. No glasses either.

"Umm, Uraraka-san?" Izuku waved his hand in front of the girl's face to get her attention. She zoned out for a bit there and she blinked, turning to face him again.

"Oh, right! Well, /hypothetically speaking/ right?" she smiled and he nodded, "I think they'll be very impressed." Deku beamed and her eyes shifted to Todoroki who was just arriving downstairs. "Oh, look! There's Todoroki-kun. Let's go talk" she grabbed Deku's hand in hers and took him with her. He looked very good! Todoroki's aesthetic was more of a simplistic/classy style with neutral colors. This time he decided to switch it up and was wearing a white t-shirt with an unbuttoned, loose fitting pale blue and white striped dress shirt over that. He had black jeans and white sneakers too. He looked very good. "Oooo~ is there anyone /you're/ trying to impress, Todoroki-kun?" Ochako teased.

"Yes."

Ochako didn't expect such a direct answer but giggled anyway at her blunt friend. Deku on the other hand didn't find it as funny.

"Is Bakugou here yet?" Shoto changed the subject and looked around the common room but didn't spot the explosion quirk user anywhere. He felt a little disappointed.

"No, Kacchan isn't here. Neither is Kirishima-kun" Izuku really tried to keep the bitterness out of his tone. He knew that they were best friends but did they really have to be glued at the hip 24/7? Deku doesn't like the way he starts to feel when he thinks of those two together but he can't help it.

"Oh" Shoto mumbled. There was an awkward silence where no one said anything for a few seconds until Uraraka couldn't stand it and broke it.

"So how are you feeling, Todoroki-kun? Are you still tired or are you feeling a bit better from earlier?" Ochako questioned. That got Izuku's attention and he turned to Todoroki with a curious expression. Was he sick? Todoroki didn't mention anything to him today. He wondered why he didn't tell him.

"I feel better, thank you. I'm excited to be going out with my friends" he smiled briefly and Izuku returned it. After that things started to go back to normal as they talked about what stores they wanted to go to and if they had anything in particular they wanted to buy. The common room was filled with brief conversation before the 'ding' of the elevator was heard and everyone turned to look at a nervous Kirishima standing on the far opposite side of a bored looking Bakugou. Izuku felt a knot form in his throat and Todoroki felt his heart skip a beat, their faces heating up a little at what girl Kacchan was wearing. He looked good. Hell, even if he was in his normal body and wore that he'd look good.

"You're here!" Mina rushed forward to hug her two friends in a crushing hug which Kirishima gladly returned. The girls may or may not be feeling smug at how everyone reacted to seeing Bakugou. Yeah, they did that.

"I said I would go with you extras, didn't I? Now let go, pinky" Bakugou groaned. She smiled wide before stepping back.

"This'll be so much fun!" Mina jumped up and down.

"Everyone please form a single file line for attendance! As class president I must make sure everyone is accounted for before we vacate school grounds" Iida made sure to grab everyone's attention by speaking loud and clear as well as waving his arms about. Where he pulled the clipboard from no one knows but Iida started to check off names in the class roster to submit to Aizawa sensei once they come back in a few hours. "Alright. Everyone is here. We can go now" he nodded in confirmation.

The class had to take the bus to go to the mall so Iida stayed by the door until everyone was inside before going in himself. Bakugou was planning to sit with Kirishima but the redhead as soon as he was in the bus went and sat beside Sero instead. Katsuki was confused since they always sit together and even Sero was looking between the pair in confusion. "You don't mind, right Bakubro?" Kirishima awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. Bakugou just shrugged and moved on to find an empty seat to which Kirishima let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"What was that?" Sero questioned once Bakugou was out of earshot.

"What was what?" Kirishima turned to him.

"That. You always sit with Bakugou so why all of a sudden did you decide to sit next to me? I don't mind but I was a little caught off guard, man. You know, you've been acting weird ever since the night we played games in my room. Is everything cool?" Sero had an idea of what was happening but he wanted to hear it from Kiri himself.

"Yeah, everything's good. I just need to sort some things out for myself first" he explained and Sero nodded, leaving it at that. Kirishima appreciated that about Sero. He knew if it was Mina or Kaminari they wouldn't stop pestering him about it. Kirishima just wanted some time to hopefully figure out why he was all of a sudden feeling so weird around Katsuki.

On the other end of the bus, towards the back, Bakugou found an empty seat. Everyone else seemed to be already sitting with someone else but he didn't really mind it. Once seated, Bakugou put his elbow up on the edge of the window and looked outside. He felt someone slightly tap his shoulder though and looked up to a shy Koda. 'May I sit here?' he signed and Bakugou raised an eyebrow. He rolled his eyes and signed back 'go for it' and Koda smiled a little, quickly sitting down beside Bakugou. Aizawa did mention that because of his quirk, he may experience hearing loss in the future if he didn't take the proper precautions so Bakugou has been taking JSL classes from Koda since the beginning of their second year and developed a somewhat mutual understanding with the guy. He really wasn't all that bad, just a little quiet. And while they weren't friends friends, Bakugou knew that if he ever needed a quiet place to study or just hang out for a bit without talking, he could go to Koda's room. The same went for Bakugou. If Koda ever wanted to spar or wanted pointers to help in improving his fighting skills, Bakugou is available.

Now that everyone had a seat, the bus began to move. The ride was going to take approximately fifteen to twenty minutes so he just wanted to use the break to relax. Bakugou could tell Koda wanted to say something based on the way he would look at him every few minutes but then look away though. "What is it?" he finally asked a little less than halfway into the trip and Koda shook his head. "I know you want to say something, now what is it?"

Koda looked hesitant at first but then signed 'how are you feeling?' with a sincere look. Maybe if it was someone else Bakugou would have told them off for getting into his business but Koda was someone who earned his respect and admiration throughout their time together in UA and who he saw as an equal.

"Why do you ask?" he asked instead, a bit defensive, and Koda responded by signing 'this is a big change and I was just wondering how you were doing.' Bakugou shrugged. "It isn't something I can't handle. Besides, today is the last day of the quirk so I should be back to normal by tomorrow morning" Bakugou mumbled, adding in a "thanks" as an afterthought. Honestly speaking, Koda has been the only one who's asked him how he felt about this whole quirk situation. The rest of his classmates all just seemed to be having fun with it and while he didn't mind, it was nice to be asked.

'You're always welcome to come hang out with me and my bunny if you ever need quiet time,' Koda offered. 'He told me he misses the angry blonde boy with the warm hands" he joked. Bakugou smirked a little with a "tch, sure whatever. Tell 'im I miss the furball too" leaving his lips. After that Bakugou and Koda fell into a comfortable silence where Bakugou closed his eyes to rest for the few minutes they had left on the bus ride.

Everyone else in class 3-A never thought they'd see the day where they all wished they were in Koda's place. The anivoice boy was sitting perfectly still so as to not wake the pretty blonde that had leaned his head on the other's shoulder sometime along the trip and was now sleeping peacefully on him.

[word count: 1775]

( this fan art isn't in correlation with the story chapter but oH MY GOD LOOK HOW PRETTY GIRL BAKUGOU IS- 😩)

#bakubowl #fanfic #boku no hero academia #bakugou x everyone #bnha #gender bender #temporary fem!bakugou #fem!bakugou #bakugou centric #BAKUBOOBS!?!

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Two-Faced Jewel: Session 11.5

What Does a Moth Sound Like?

A half-elf conwoman (and the moth tasked with keeping her out of trouble) travel the Jewel in search of, uh, whatever a fashionable accessory is pointing them at. [Campaign log]

Last time: the party returned to Barley to deal with a few loose ends while their hired muscle dealt with the biggest, scaliest loose end. Between that session and the next, we had a brief mini-session to wrap up one of said ends we'd left unwrapped- what exactly is up with the Kanthalga family?

(Also included: a conversational omake between Looseleaf and Saelhen, pictured courtesy of @drazelic, Looseleaf's player.)

After their encounter with Kensa, Oyobi tries to talk the party into going to the tower and helping the Deathseekers kill the dragon. Her brilliant plan of "stab it in the brain before it can cast any spells" has some flaws, though, and they patiently explain the plan's many flaws and strike a blow against Oyobi's sense of invincibility.

They also ask Malath a few questions, trying to get to the bottom of her odd discomfort with the idea of the dragon as a culprit and the presence of Deathseekers.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: "When we spoke before, you asked us whether the dragon was green. I regret that I still cannot answer, as I have not seen it, or heard any news on the topic from the deathseekers. But you seemed... concerned that it might be a green dragon. Is there any reason that such a dragon might pose a particular threat to your town?" Benedict I. (GM): "Mmm. I don't know if you've heard, but... going on thirty years ago, there was a town to the east called Grain." "It was attacked by a green dragon, and the elders... as the dragon had words with them, they had to be remanded to the custody of their gods." Looseleaf: Oooh, that is harsh. Benedict I. (GM): "In the ensuing chaos, the miscreants who now inhabit Wheat set fire to the town and fled further east." "The survivors of the disaster fled west, and established Barley here." "If that same dragon still has its sights on our people, we could be in grave danger." "We refused to submit once, and it very nearly destroyed us."

As far as they can tell from their questioning, Malath isn't hiding any dark secret- she's just sort of a control freak, who's nervous that her control over the people might slip. Plus she's worried that if the dragon is provoked and comes to town, she- as the current elder in charge- might suffer the same fate as Grain's elders.

Saelhen... isn't satisfied with this. Something seems wrong about Malath Kanthalga- Thalath wouldn't try to enlist their help rescuing Kensa for no reason. She takes the party to the general store, in hopes of catching Kensa on her nightly delivery.

Kensa arrives as expected, but when she sees Saelhen there, she makes her delivery and tries to leave, rather than sit at the loom as is her custom. She seems afraid of Saelhen.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...I don't intend to keep you from your work. Though I did have a question I wanted to ask you, dear. If you'll permit me one." Kensa Kanthalga: "...A question?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "Of a sensitive nature, possibly. Something vouchsafed to me by... someone you might know." Kensa Kanthalga: She looks less afraid and more confused, now. And after thinking a moment... "...oh." She actually looks a little angry, now. "That makes sense." "He sent you, didn't he?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: Okay, the conclusions she's reached here... may or may not be correct! "Under what I am starting to think may have been false pretenses." Kensa Kanthalga: "What did he tell you? Did he say I was being brainwashed?" "I don't need to be rescued from my duty by someone who abandoned his!" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "More a very general concern for your person than anything --" Ah, there's the word that raises her hackles, duty.

Having somewhat misread the situation, Saelhen is unpleasantly surprised to find that Kensa seems just as devoted to the teachings of Diamode as Malath is, and has no interest in fleeing. She seems contemptuous of her older brother on the basis that, uh...

Well, the Goddess of Family, who's all about having kids and living a very prescribed sort of life path inside strict gender roles, is- as might be unsurprising- a bit of a homophobe. The party never met Thalath's boyfriend (who works the night shift at Wheatley Inn- they never stayed the night there), but there are several reasons why the place isn't popular with the locals.

Saelhen is caught kind of flat-footed here- she can tell something's still not quite right, but she doesn't have the kind of cultural context to unravel this level of baggage.

Luckily, she brought along an ersatz cleric of Diamode, and so... Orluthe is able to spot the missing piece of the puzzle.

Orluthe Chokorov: Orluthe, in the back, has been looking increasingly uncomfortable. So far, he's had his stole and cap stowed away, so as not to be recognized as a cleric of Diamode. He's now taking them out and putting them on. "Hey, um, miss?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen... legitimately forgot he had those. Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa turns and notices him- possibly for the first time. "Oh, ah- Mr., um..." Orluthe Chokorov: "Chokorov," he says. "I'm..." He holds up a hand, and points at a tiny circular scar around his pinky finger. "You have one of these, right?" Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa looks down at her hand, and you can see- yes, she has a matching scar. Saelhen du Fishercrown: Well. That's novel information about Orluthe. Religion check to... I mean, we know the finger-cutting thing. I guess a "what does this mean, it's not like these two have disowned anyone" check. 13 - RELIGION (2) Benedict I. (GM): With a 13, you know that only a parent needs to cut off their finger- but you're not sure what happens with sibling relationships. This might be something related- like you don't have to cut your finger off all the way? Some sort of signifier that the connection has been severed, though you don't know the finer doctrinal points. Orluthe Chokorov: "My older sister," he says. "Four years ago. We all had to get the mark." Kensa Kanthalga: "Wait, but..." Orluthe Chokorov: "You didn't want that to happen to you, too, right?" "You can't stand up to a power like that. You'd never win, right? If I tried to defend my sister, my parents would have two missing fingers." "You have to pretend, right?" Kensa Kanthalga: "Why... no, it's... I really...!" Orluthe Chokorov: "Feels that way, doesn't it? For a long time." Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa looks terrified- like for the first time, someone's seen right through her. Orluthe Chokorov:"It's not a betrayal of your family- of your duty- to... have love." "There's nothing in Diamode's teachings about the mark, you know? Neither of us had to take it." Saelhen du Fishercrown: ...well. That's a... new consideration. Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa's on the verge of tears, looking like she's about to bolt. "N-no, I- I really... want to... I have to..." Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen is right back to Steal This Child Town. "...wait, do you seriously mean that the finger-cutting thing came after the scripture?" Orluthe Chokorov: Orluthe nods. "I mean, the finger-cutting is... it's a punishment. You're not supposed to disown your children. It's not like you can do it and then you lose the finger and then you're all square and it's fine." "And when parents scar their kids' fingers to make them share in a punishment for a sin they didn't commit... Diamode doesn't want that." "I should know," he says, gesturing to his vestments. Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...well. Thank you, Orluthe." Saelhen's face is hard. "I was previously under the impression that I had misunderstood a culture which is strange to me." "But now it sounds as if... I haven't, quite." Kensa Kanthalga: Kensa's makeup is starting to run. "What... what do you know? I- I wanted to... if I could've... I couldn't..." "What do you want with me?!" "I had to, okay? I have to!"

Orluthe having successfully exposed Kensa's fear and dissatisfaction with the situation, Saelhen proceeds to talk her around to trying to leave. It's pretty touch-and-go for a little bit, but Kensa's mind is made up when the party mentions that they're going to be passing through Corolos. Apparently, there's something there she really cares a lot about...?

So they're going to need a few days for Kensa to prepare to, uh, run away with a bunch of strangers. That's- this is technically kidnapping, right? This isn't something you should do in real life? This is kind of bad? Hm. Well.

Anyway, they've got some downtime here in Barley while the Deathseekers do their work and Kensa prepares to leave. And- well, later in the campaign, there was a flashback to this time period, so I'm going to cover that scene here.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: So: days in the past (but not many)... It's Cassie Zeishus's inn, and Saelhen is brushing up on her card tricks; she's let herself get rusty, just a bit, ever since she left... Well, since she got to Oyashio, anyway. She's cutting a borrowed deck at one of the inn's tables, downstairs, flicking cards from hand to hand, then up her giant poofy sleeves. Where's Looseleaf? Looseleaf: Probably sitting around outside, doing her whole 'fix-things-up' gimmick! After the early burst of things-to-fix, though, business has dried up a little. There's just not that many broken things left to fix that people need help with after a while! Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen is... bored, she decides, for a reason. She can't evaluate how impressive her card tricks/cheating techniques are without a proper audience! She knows how they work already! So she leans out the door. "How goes the repair work?" Looseleaf: "It isnnnnn't," Looseleaf says back. "I think that there's not much repair work left in Barley at all!" "I've done too good a job and my business has dried up. This is why you never peddle perfect cures, innit." Abruptly, she gets up from the carpet she'd gotten Orluthe to roll out for her- the one from Lumiere's tower. "Boooored." She rolls it up. "I demand entertainment."

Saelhen decides to entertain Looseleaf by performing a card trick... and proceeds to roll a natural 1 on her sleight of hand check. She completely fucks it up, and Looseleaf- who had to be convinced to put money on the wager- earns herself a silver piece.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...I lost the card." "So I'm going to have to replace that for Cassie. On account of her deck being a card short." "Your card, specifically." Looseleaf: "Hhhhokay." "Wow, you're actually serious, aren't you." "I thought this was still part of the bit, but, if you're serious, you know the card's on the underside of your shoe, right?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "I just want to reassure you that I'm good at this, Looseleaf --" Looseleaf: "I thought you'd stepped on it because, y'know, part of the trick." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "No, I already checked there --" Saelhen finds the Hierophant stuck to her instep. There's a beat. Then she blushes furiously, in what looks like actual mortification. "Oh damn it." "I haven't done that since I was sixteen, what the hell..." Looseleaf: Looseleaf laughs. It doesn't sound like her usual laugh, and you can only tell it's a laugh because she's bowled over laughing. The actual sound of the laughter sounds like- trilling chirps with a hint of vibration, a distinctly insectile sound. "Oh gods," she says while somehow still laughing simultaneously, "that was- I'm so sorry about how much I'm laughing, Saelhen-" She's still moth-laughing. "Please understand that your status is no way diminished in my eyes and you are still every bit as much of the cool conwoman you always were in my eyes- oh my gods I'm going to die laughing."

Saelhen, intrigued, attempts to use her preternatural skill at impressions to try and copy the laughter, which Looseleaf finds freaky-deaky.

Looseleaf: "Yeah, if you really want to imitate mothspeech what you actually need are the standard instruments. Your throats are not cut out for the kinds of vibes we naturally talk with." "No offense- your throats are perfectly nice, I mean." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "I'm aware my throat is lovely." "What do you mean, standard instruments? Some kind of... pipe, or flute, or something?" Looseleaf: "The Standard Instruments," she says, this time with an intonation so that Saelhen can tell it's words with Capitalized Letters, "are... sort of like a flute, yeah, except instead of working like a woodwind it's more like, a bunch of little flutes with flaps of springy metal at the end, so when you blow through the flute the flaps vibrate and you get a sound that's way closer to the range of sounds we make, and it doesn't hurt your throat nearly as much. The Standard Instruments for imitation mothspeech." "Alternatively, if you knew spirit magic, we could have just taken you to the Archive of the Ever-Living Voice, but that's not really an option..." Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen attempts to imagine this. "So, ten harmonicas glued together." Looseleaf: "Yeah pretty much." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...that last comment sounded alarmingly practical, in its concerns, Looseleaf." "Are you proposing to teach me, here?" Looseleaf: "How dare you imply that I would ever let slip the magical secrets of my people to an outsider who knows nothing of our ways or our culture why I am absolutely offended and ha ha I'm just messing around." "If you want to learn mothspeech," Looseleaf hesitates for a moment. "...Well, we should get started by trying to put together, as you put it, ten harmonicas!" "...Does this town have harmonicas?" Benedict I. (GM): This town totally has harmonicas.

So it looks like Looseleaf is going to be teaching Saelhen the language of the mothfolk!

Looseleaf hesitates, though. "...You know, learning mothspeech is- well, it's not likely to be useful, you know?" "There's, like, no chance you're ever going to get to really put it into use with anybody other than me." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...it is a bit obscure, isn't it?" Saelhen looks contemplative for a moment... then cracks a grin. "Which means that absolutely no one will know when I insult them." "Beyond their range of hearing, even! Oh that'll be such an easy way to blow off steam, dear, I love it."

After a shopping trip to assemble the device that substitutes for having moth mouthparts, they have a nice time bonding over linguistics. Building the thing is tricky, but... Saelhen gets a good roll!

Looseleaf:"...Y'know, trying to reverse-engineer an instrument just from how you saw it once is... more difficult than I thought it would be." Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen expertly pulls two pieces together. "This and this, yes?" Looseleaf: "Yeah, make sure you leave extra length on the tubes- I don't know exactly how long they have to be so we might have to cut them down a little to fit... The day continues. Looseleaf teaches Saelhen a whole plethora of fun insults in mothspeech. Things like, "You must have had a hole in your cocoon while you were pupating, because your brain clearly leaked out during your metamorphosis." "Remind me what instar you are again?" And, her favorite of all, a surprisingly terse noun that apparently translates to "immature child who sticks two feathers on their forehead and thinks that means they have the antennae of an adult."

Saelhen manages to nail the pronunciation pretty quickly, and adds Mothfolk to her list of languages.

The conversation turns to Elvish (Looseleaf is shocked to learn that Oyobi has been being rude this entire time!), and Saelhen's upbringing in Kanzentokai.

Looseleaf is shocked by Saelhen's quick mastery of the language- and of Tabaxi, and Halfling, which are apparently languages she speaks.

Eventually, Looseleaf decides to make a wager with Saelhen. The stakes: if Looseleaf can fool Saelhen with a card trick of her own, Saelhen has to teach her Thieves' Cant. If she loses, she'll have to tell Saelhen how she did the trick- a standard "is this your card" situation.

Saelhen gets a 21, and Looseleaf then has to explain that she was able to track the card via... spirit-linking. Which she then has to explain she's been doing to the bracer.

Looseleaf: "I'm trying to use this as a, uh, lighthearted segue, to confess to the fact that I've soooorta actually had a tracking magic thing set on you, like, since we met." "I'm hoping that's not, un- discomforting for you, since you said, you liked the whole suspicion thing I had?" "But, yeah, uh, I was totally suspicious of you the whole time, and my first response to seeing someone I pegged as a conwoman trying to con the university out of a magic item was, to, put a tracker on the magic item." "Which is that bracer. I know the position of that bracer, at all times, as long as it's within ten miles of me; further than that, and I know the direction it is relative to me." "I'm coming clean because- well, I guess, we're friends now actually, and you should know about the fact that I'm technically tracking your movements. And also because I want to give you the option to tell me to fuck off with that shit, if you want to." "I think that keeping the tracker's still a good idea, on a practical level, though, because of the, uh, use-case, where, a scary badguy chops your arm off to take the bracer, like that way we could still get your arm back and get the bracer back and I'm also rambling because I'm nervous that this is the end of our friendship aha." Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen has gone very still. Like the hackles-up bristling from earlier, except... a lot less movement. "......" Looseleaf: "Look, if you want me to turn it off I'll turn it off!" Saelhen du Fishercrown: And then she very deliberately settles back into motion, with barely even a little bit of shaking hands! Deep deep breath. "...you make a good point. "About the, bracer tracking." "I am..." "Fine, with it." Looseleaf: "Iiii am not convinced you are fine. You seem like you are in fact very emotionally distraught about it," Looseleaf says with caution. "I could... put a tracker on something that's not the bracer, for you to hold, of your own volition?" "Really, at this point, I'm less scared of you running off with the bracer, and more scared of something happening to you because of the bracer." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...with a condition." "Which is that you do not tell anyone that you can track things, or, if you have to reveal your hand, that you don't tell anyone that you can find me." Looseleaf: "...You don't want to be found, by... something or someone that wants to find you?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "In general, no." "...I'll tie something around the bracer. Or place a coin between my skin and its surface, or something. You can track that." Looseleaf: "Okay. I'll try my best to not tell anybody about my ability to find you. Except unless I have very good reason to believe that, I dunno, a dragon has abducted you and if I don't find help for you then you're dead, or something like that. Is that fine?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "That would be fine, thank you. And I forgive you for... the initial... situation."

It seems... Saelhen really doesn't want to be found, by someone. I wonder who?

Still, the two of them manage to talk the issue over like adults, and grow closer as friends- so that means everything is probably fine, there's no secrets anymore, and absolutely nothing else is going to go wrong in the town of Barley.

NEXT TIME: END OF DAYS!!! HOMICIDAL INTENT!!! THE SINISTER MACHINATIONS OF THE SHADOW-MAYOR OF WHEAT!!!

#twofaced jewel #tfj log

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shiro-0197 · 4 years ago

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Oh my gosh Shirooooo <3 bae hiiii :D that's so lucky, I hope you guys see each other :] also, how's prep going?? How does it feel to be back in school? Hope everything's well. I'm sure you're acing all your questions (as usual ;)

ooh, I overslept today morning. It was NOT pretty. I woke up because I had a school meeting and my teacher was like "Ariana switch your camera on" and (grr I was forced to) I looked so sleepy 😭 because I had literally just woke up. Talk about embarassing smh. but I have holidays till Monday! in commemoration with my second favourite holiday; Chinese New Year (it's the year of the ox ˃ᴗ˂)

aww :(( at least pretend to sleep, if I ever attempt convincing you then :] I'll hug you (and I have a firm grip when I'm half asleep 😪) flashcards?? I see!! Do you use Quizlet? I'm sure you can do it, you're capable of that (and so much more!!) I love you too, bae.

lmao it was. They've asked us to submit pictures of ourselves for this year's magazine. So thankfully, no sorting.

nah, it was a good one. You're so cute shjxjsks. Rip the pictures, but there's space for more :D oh my gosh I understand that!! Like 😭😭 do I have time for another fandom?? No. Does my brain listen?? Also no (my brain had apparently decided we're gonna be simping over Darren Criss for the next 10 business days. Don't ask me why, but I've watched every single one of the movies/series he's starred in.)

Oh btw!! I tried creating an oc (this is my first time don't judge 🥺🥺) anyways, she's so cool, I WANT TO BE HER. Or marry her, idk whichever works.

just my dad 😌 my mom and the rest of my family have a very long way to go, but i try educating them whenever I can. Thanks for saying that, and I really hope the world changes in the future. There's literally no place for prejudice anymore :( but despite all that, the most important part is that our families love us, and although there are some things we wish could change over time, I'm so glad for that precious fact.

haha I see :'D that's right, tho I'm so happy you've settled into a schedule!! A bummer, but there'll be those teatimes, right?

that shirt. It's so cute I might cry. The frog 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺. f o r g

Aaaa yep yep. I miss you so much too. But I'm really thankful no matter how busy our lives get, we always manage to find a way to reply every once in a while. It really makes me realize that we're meant to be friends, yk? like not even the lack of time or the (unfortunate) abundance of distance can stop us. I find that special. And by God that just made me realize how much I truly love you. Which is; A LOT.

—Ari

Hello!!!! Happy late valentine's day!!

Look at this thing I made, tbh my first time making a valentine card and it was so funny. This ones for you<3

It's going well!! We had a cool party yesterday, not for Vs day (we done celebrate that here) but for Abi's day! That's basically our mentors' celebration. Our grade threw a concert for them with games and performances, and I was leading the whole show? Like, I introduced the performances and games and etc. It was nerve wrecking but I survived, and they liked it! We had huge fun. Glad I didnt have to dance. Also, we tried making that frog cake (have you seen it?) And I didnt take a pic (I asked my friend but he still hasnt so uhm) but as good as it tasted, the frog looked more like a green blob. But he (abi) liked it anyway

Ouchhh😭😭 I know, I remember one time when I overslept and literally had one minute to set everything up so I delayed hygiene and breakfast to later. When I was eventually forced to turn on my camera I looked like this

Also that's so cool I hope your holidays were good!! Happy Chinese new year!!

Nahh I use some random flashcards app because quizlet was too heavy for my poor phone to handle, but now I fixed it so I think I should try that one. Thank you for the idea!!

OMG SHE'S SO WONDERFUL I LOVE HER SO MUCH I ADORE HER HAIR AND !!! AND !!!!!! Dont worry love she's great !!! 🥺🥺

Yeah, that's true. Too bad for my family that I dont love them😘 okay I'm so sorry for ruining the vibe, you're absolutely right !! I'm really glad too.

Well, sometimes, yeah! But usually the mentors are really busy, and it gets kinda lonely since I'm alone from my class. Well, there is one guy, but he goes home after 5, so yeah hes not here for a while

Ohh I'm always so surprised with the way you speak. I really find myself struggling with the answer when you say something as good as that because tbh all I can say is "🥺🥺🥺 yeah" but yes!!! It makes me really happy. I'm very glad to be your friend!! I love you so much, Ari ♡♡♡ I hope you're having a great day

Also, have a funnie

This is literally me with all my characters

#Ari💕

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hoopdiddies · 6 years ago

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I'm Not Over You// Ben Hardy x Reader (10.1)

A/N: The last part! Here you go! Thanks for supporting the entire series, guys. Means a lot ♥ ♥

Summary: A wedding brought you apart and it will be a wedding that will bring you back together

Warnings: Microscopic angst and FULL ON FLUFF

WC: 3k

Tags: @haendel-me-with-care

@mrsdoradominguez-barnes

@mickmoon

@lakef

@mrsmazzello

@valeriecarolinaw

@queen-turtle-boiii

@loveandbeloved29

@hazme2

@boherahpsody

Parts: 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

"What- I thought Gwil- never mind, did I hurt your shoulder?" You stumble over your words and he chuckles, the curve his red lips are sporting making your insides melt.

"No, you didn't."

"Oh thank heavens. Sure I didn't add to your injuries? " You had to say it but luckily, he shakes his head good-naturedly and seems to have shrugged off the issue. "I'm okay now. I've been for so long actually." At least you've got the conversation going, against the odds of you doubting that it might've ended up awkward with how long you haven't been in touch. You smile crookedly and rub your arm, sighing profoundly to say another word but as you open your mouth to do so, Ben beats you to it. "What about you? How've you been?"

You shrug. "Same old but tortured...and pissed...at Joe...for doing me injustice like that." He rubs the back of his hair and cocks his head to one side. "Oh? Tell me about it."

You give him a brief, speculative look– thinking that it's a miracle you're talking normally like you haven't kissed each other the day you left him lamenting on a hospital bed, been in contact for an entire year and made love with your eyes during the ceremony– in that order.

You snap out of it and look around the busy reception. "I- well-"

"To make it easier, let's head out for a walk on the beach, shall we?" Ben steps aside to let you leave before him and you tuck a tendril of your hair behind your ear, nodding as you walk ahead. He follows you out and you glance over your shoulder, looking past him and seeing Joe wiggle his brows at you from their table– to which you widen your eyes in annoyance and a little gratitude.

Your walk has been graced with the twinkle of a thousand stars and the calm splash of the evening waves against the shore. You've let your hair down from the tight bun you've put it in and taken off your sandals to traipse along the water while Ben remains along the dry sand to stay practical– not that you aren't. He just has his shoes on while you're holding onto yours.

You haven't strolled far from the party with the lamps spanning from the vicinity within the reception still present as you tread along. You've told him all about Barcelona and your studies and everything else concerning your life there; so far it's been good and jolly. He's taken a new project and is in the process of filming, something you've congratulated him on as well– the previous one being his full recovery and you didn't bother to bring up the prior events to that, it might just lead to something you'd lose your voice to talk about. It's a relief that you are able to share a few laughs in between, something you thought wouldn't be possible anymore. You haven't talked to each other like this is ages.

"I guess we're both working our fingers to the bone." He chuckles and stops in his tracks to enjoy the breeze. You involuntarily mimic his stance and stand semi-still on the water, tossing your sandals onto the driest part of the sand. "I guess. Business before pleasure they say."

"Well my business is my pleasure so it seems like it only applies to you." The smile on his face widens thoroughly and you scoff underneath your breath, swinging your leg back and forth, creating mini splashes. "Excuse me, it applies to neither of us. I love working for something I know will finally lead to my dream."

He hums and bends down to pick up a pebble, casting it smoothly against the water and makes three skips. "It just occurred to me that you never once told me anything about your dream to become a doctor or anything." You give him a fleeting smile and shake your head, crossing your arms as you begin admiring the sky. "If I had told anyone, it wouldn't come true."

"Seriously?"

You raise your hands up briefly in defense and let out a chuckle, bending down to pick up a pebble to skip as well. "I'm living proof that it's effective, you should try it sometime." While you cast your pebble and watch it skip, he studies you intently and with great focus, drawing in a sharp breath before taking off his shoes to join your spot in the shallow water. He sets it aside and stands next to you, lifting his gaze up to the sky and then to you as you take in the cluster of stars dotting the heavens.

The gleam in your eyes as you beam at the starry view puts him under a spell and you sense his piercing stare, encouraging you to catch his fixed look. "What is it this time?"

He gulps, his mouth going dry. "I've sent you a message a couple of weeks back. Never got a response from you..."

You angle your head to one side amusingly. "I replied? Maybe you just don't check your inbox that much- and wait, I changed my number, how did you-"

"Our boy, Joe."

Of course. Joe really needs a new girl in his life, he must be exhausted from being such a mediator.

"And yes, I don't check my inbox a lot. Busy as a bee lately." He adds with a defeated smile present. You weave your fingers together, keeping your vision limited to the horizon yet sensing his eyes penetrate through you.

A little shy to let him see your blush creeping up your cheeks, you tear yourself away from his gaze and sigh inwardly. "I know that look somehow."

"For the third time asked in this lifetime, would you care to finish the dance we had at the after party? A dance to satisfy all the dances we never had the chance to finish. "

Your mouth shamelessly hangs like an attic door with loose hinges at how he was able to remember that. You recall his attending physician say that there would be no risks of amnesia or any sort of memory loss, although he shouldn't be able to recall minor details.

But then your dance wasn't a minor memory.

Ben's still waiting for your answer and you recompose yourself from the jaw drop, stuttering in the slightest as you speak up. "Uh y-yeah. I mean, we never get to finish dances, am I right?"

Without tethering himself from taking your hand in his, he draws you close to him, the movement of your legs making small ripples and swishes in the water. You can't keep a firm eye on him and as he understands your uncertainty due to how long it's been since the pair of you have closed a distance, he manually positions your arms around his neck, putting a little forethought into snaking his hands around your waist to ease you into it again.

"Hey, like old times, right?" He cajoles softly and you look up at him.

"Like old times." You repeat after him and find it easy to stare into his eyes again, once more submitting yourself to the metronomic beat of your heart. He initiates with light sway, feeling the crashing waves beneath your feets put an effect to how you're moving. With you studying every detail of his face adoringly, you notice the small yet noticeable scar on the near left of his forehead; a small residue of his injury. You frown as you reach up to trace your finger smoothly across his scar, your heart breaking at the memory of that night.

Ben takes notice of your flitting expression and cups your cheek to alleviate the worry you've put yourself in at the sight of his scar. "Hey, hey. Don't worry about it, I'm okay now."

You hang your head apologetically, chewing on your bottom lip with the urge to bring up what you wanted to suppress out of guilt.

"I'm sorry if I left you like that. At the time you really needed me the most, I scrammed and ghosted you for an entire year. I broke my promise, your arm and a small fraction of your skull," as inappropriate as it is to laugh a little at it, you let it slip past your lips anyway to give it a stretch and lighten the weight on your shoulders, "and it's all thanks to Joe for making up that worst case scenario."

Joe did say you'd hurt him on every possible level– ranging from physical to spiritual. Though you didn't afflict him physically per se, your carelessness on the highway did. "I'm so sorry, Ben, for letting my emotions get in the way of what we had. Our friendship. You loved someone else then and being in a way cursed with unrequited feelings, I-I had to distance myself."

He assures you with a loose smile, twirling you under his arm and leisurely pulling you back to his body. "Every bit of it is alright. I had sworn on the day we met that I'd protect you with every fiber of my being and I should be the one that's sorry. All you ever did was love me," he stares down at you intimately, lifting your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles, "though how clueless and unbearable I was," a kiss to your wrist, "through all my complaints and nasty fits," a kiss to your cheek, the sensation making you giggle slightly, "through my clumsy tendencies, " a kiss to your nose, "through all my mood swings after a bad day on set," an elongated kiss on your forehead, parting away deliberately before flicking his eyes to your lips and back to your Y/E/C orbs. He gulps audibly at how he's asking you for permission to do it. "When I couldn't return that love to you because I was blind enough to let Rosy stay. For loving me...in both my lowest and highest."

He's risking a few inches in but you can tell he's holding back. You slacken your arms from his neck, little by little dropping them to your sides as his green eyes finally overwhelm you.

The corner of his eyes crinkle as he smiles, breathing out the words you've long waited for. "You've held my heart in your hands even when you were miles away and though you won't be staying for long, I'll always be waiting." In the same way you had when you left, you tip your head back to let his lips meet yours only this time it doesn't take him by surprise. Your lips don't move against each other for a few seconds and you pull away, breathless.

His green eyes are wide yet flecked with awe, unruly brows lightly creased together with small strands of his combed back, blond hair falling into them but they soften as the smile on his face widens. "You're not with Joe, are you?"

You chuckle, shaking your head and heaving out a defining exhale. "I never was. You're not with Rosy anymore, are you?"

He shakes his head as well and it appears the blissful grin on his face won't be coming off anytime soon.

"Long done. I love you, and you alone."

You'll be blaming him later for the ear-splitting grin now etched on your face.

"I love you too, Benjamin."

He throws his head back in relief and lifts you up in his arms, tilting his head back as he savors the full feeling of your lips on his, the kiss gradually becoming open-mouthed.

As if on cue, the fireworks meant for Rami and Lucy come launching up into the sky and bursting into bright colors, the sparks raining down and vanishing into thin air shortly after. Cheers of the people emanate from the party as Lucy and Rami share the same kiss from outside at the same time you and Ben are. You pull away with unridable grins on your faces and share the magical sight of the fireworks lighting up the night sky with no other disturbances to ruin the moment.

"You think they'd start wondering where we are?" You hum with your head rested against his chest. He kisses your hair and smiles as he tightens his hold around you, revelling deep in the moment.

"They'd get the idea, babe. They'd get the idea."

Lucy was right, Ben has always been your soulmate; the three dances you've had in your lifetime somehow always brought you back to each other. Hopefully the one you just had will be the one that will never tear you both apart ever again.

You've yet to thank Joe for tricking you into thinking that it was Gwilym he wanted to spin you off to.

How magical is that tape you used to stick the polaroids together?

It somehow pieced you and Ben in the same manner and stood the test of time.

-Fin-

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