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nishiyako · 11 months

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OH MY GOD….please more of Rave boy denki!!!

Maybe they meet at the bar and end up at one of each other’s apartments…..

Private Party 2 (NSFW)

Paring : RaveBoy!Denki x RaveGirl!Reader

Tags : Motorcyclist!Denki, Slight Dycryphila, bar setting, alcohol (mostly Tequila), body shots, peer pressure, recorded (body shots), motorcycle ride, handcuffs, missionary, vaginal penetration, cream pie, nails, happy ending!

Summary : You meet up with the boy you hooked up with at the rave at a bar with some friends, after some chatting and body shots, he decides to give you a ride on his motorcycle and take you back to his place for a round two.

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Private Party (pt. 1)

You wearing his T-shirt and staring at the new contact on your phone and love bites on your neck, your friends started asking questions.

You arrive at the bar around midnight with your friends talking about the blonde you met at the rave, the music was loud but weak enough for you to hear their eager whispers.

"What was his name?" One of them asked. You never got his name, to be honest. All you got was his number. "What does he do for a living?" Another voice asked. You also didn't know. All you knew was that he had enough for V.I.P. tickets at the rave. "Was he cute?" Fainally, a question you could answer.

"The cutest," you said enthusiastically, he had this bright blonde hair and yellow eyes that shined in the dim litted bathroom stall, his gentle hands that held you up against the wall, peirced ears that listened to evey noise you made.

The more you spoke, the more interesting the conversation became.

The bar door creaks open as you see your blonde lover with some friends, another spiked light blonde, a redhead and one with matte black hair followed with a pink alien, they were an interesting cast to say the least.

Kaminari saw you sitting on a stool wearing his familiar T-shirt, a smile formed as he walked towards you.

"You actually came." You were surprised, honestly, but you had no idea what you had done to his simple mind. "Why wouldn't I?" He said with a laugh.

Cute girl invited you to a bar with friends, who could say no?

The groups introduced themselves to eachother, shaking hands and exchanging names yet you and Denki never broke your eye contact, eyes filled with lustful intentions.

Still remembering the little rendezvous you had in the bathroom stall.

Once everything settled down, Denki called a worker, the first one he saw. "Mind if I get a V.I.P room for my party?" He tried to say it under his breath, but that didn't stop your friends from noticing.

Your group (including you) watched as he handed the suited worker a black card with his name on it. Your friends smiled at each other before giving you a grin as well, cute and rich? You seem like you've gotten the full package in one night.

You all get ushered to the room, LED lights rimming the ceiling and silky sofas against the walls, different art pieces and plants were hung on display as everything was centered by a striper pole and stage.

Hand selected shelf of different kinds of alcohol and Hennessy behind a private bar as the worker fetched an extra bartender from the bar.

Everyone took their seats on the velvet couches ofcourse forcing you and Kaminari to sit beside each other.

The groups were starting to merge as you and your little "boyfriend" kept to a separate world, getting to know each other.

Denki Kaminari, UA graduate and taking a year off before college. He already made good money from subtle hero work, and he lives alone in an apartment.

This is what you learned after some minutes of chatting

The bartender was positioned behind the table as the group started their orders (which are all paid by Denki).

The speakers were connected to Mina's phone as she played the music for the group.

Still the same EDM music they played at the rave since both parties were present.

The get-together was peaceful, tame even. until someone mentioned body shots, you weren't sure who started it, but this started to quickly spread as they started talking about you and Kaminari doing some for the camera.

You feel like you were back in highschool, being paired with your crush for people's amusement.

You looked at Kaminari, both cheeks already flushed red as the thought of licking your body flooded his once voided brain.

"Wanna do it?" He asked you for the crowds excitement, "what's a- body shot..?" You asked, countering his question, "I can't tell you, but I know you'll like it." His smile seemed genuine as he waited for your response.

Slightly smudged eyeliner highlighting his electric yellow eyes that were staring into yours, his smirking lips you could kiss forever if he'd let you. How could you say no?

You nodded as they started taking out their phones in excitement, "Take off the shirt, I'll just get some stuff." He said, standing, and you followed what he told you to do.

Laying shirtless, wearing only your bra as you were hugged by the velvet of the sofa as he brought over tequila, salt, and some limes.

"This is gonna be a bit cold, okay?" He told you, he made a line of salt down your shakey body and placed a cut lime in-between your lips making it possible to sound every embarrassing sound you made, he started to twist the cap of the vodka as he poured the Tequila in the valley of your stomach.

He held your hand as you anticipated his next move. Tough tye rules said not to. He could help it. Tequila on your belly, salt up your body and a lime in your mouth. Everything was perfect.

Cameras were rolling as your friends knew you never encountered anything like this.

He started drinking the tequila off your body, warm lips against your soft skin. He then licked the fine salts off your equaly fine body, making you shiver as he tasted you like the treat you were. he then pinned over you, taking the lime from your mouth, lips almost touching like a broken kiss.

He threw his head back, sucking in all the flavors of the lime before spitting the hollow skin on the rugged floor. Your shared friend groups cheered as the cameras were lowered, now saved in electronic memory.

"You okay?" He asked you with a laugh, you were speechless, you didn't know what to say, so you just nodded. Cheeks red and eyes fixated on him and him alone.

Your little reactions were priceless. He's defenetly gonna ask one of the friends to send the video later. Just so he can have the memory in his own pocket.

The shirt back on and the party continuing, everyone decided to keep drinking, laughing and groups only getting closer as you and Denki also grew closer.

He watched your legs press together, rubbing for an addictive friction. The cause is his little tequila stunt staring at your body.

"Hey," you heard him whisper in your ear. You looked at him with curious eyes, "How about..." he pointed to you, then to himself then to the door. You laughed at his offer, "No, I'm serious, I'll drive." He says, pulling out some keys.

He drove alone, his friends had a separate car from him so they wouldn't notice if he was gone. You didn't understand his logic. Why wouldn't they just be in the same car?

You both snuck out of the bar with his red-headed friend Kirishima. He had swore to secrecy as he opened the passenger seat of his pick-up to fetch two motorcycle helmets.

"You drive safe 'kay? That Tequila was pretty strong." He said passing the helmet to his friend, tone was obviously worried."We'll be fine! Thanks again man, no idea what I'd do without you."

"That's what bros do," the redhead responded, laughing before giving him a fistbumb. Their bond was almost brotherly as they said their goodbyes for the night.

Kirishima rushed back into the building as you followed Denki to a farther parking area while you held a helmet in your hands.

Then you saw it, a flashy Yamaha R6 with custom yellow and scene decals scattered on the metal. Parked beside some boring Harley Davidson cruisers, it made it look even cooler.

"My place or yours?" He asked as your brain started to connect the dots, and now it made sense that he drove differently. "Yours is fine." You say, though it wasn't smart to come over to a guy place when you just met him, you knew kaminari wasn't the type to do something wrong.

He is starting in the hero business, after all. He wouldn't be heroic to take advantage of a girl so late at night.

He placed the helmet on his head, visor and metal now covering his face as he put on some gloves, using velcro to tighten them still colorful bracelets over the fabrics.

You the followed his lead, placing the extra helmet on your head as he helped you onto the shiney sports bike.

He reved the engine, it was loud, ear piercing actually.

You held onto his waist, pressing your chest against his back. His gloved hand caressed yours as the bike started moving out of its parking.

He did mention he did a few street races, mostly drag races. Bike with 599 cc carried the both of you with ease on the road as cars were rearly around at this hour, it's really felt like just you and him were in the world.

You held on as the both of you rode through the city watching the lights fly by the both of you, you rested your head on his back as you watched the setted night sky glimmer faintly with stars, once at a stop light, you felt his hands hold yours as if to ask if you were okay, you just snuggled closer as you felt safe with him.

You snuck one of your hands under his white muscle tank as a giggle slipped out of your lips. It sent shivers up his spine. Your soft hands caressing his skin as he tried his best to focus.

"Keep doing that, and we might crash." You heard him laugh, sentence slightly mumbled by the helmet on his head. If you were gonna tease him, why not go all the way?

Your other hand ventured down to his hips, the to his sensitive inner thighs. "I don't think that's a good idea -" quivers in his breathy sentence made his visor fog.

You were risky, and he loved that.

Once you both arrived, he didn't waste a single second, taking the helmet from your hands and storing in some cabinet.

You saw his apartment pretty tacky, but you appreciated the posters on the wall, all good bands and artists you recognize.

His hand held yours, pressing you to the door you entered from. "You fuckin' tease, couldn't even control yourself." He accused, ready to ravish you right then and there. Two times in one night? This boy was an animal.

His leg pressed between yours, pressing against that special spot in between your legs. What made it worse was the thing denim you were still wearing.

His lips pressed against yours in a kiss, still tasting the salt-lime vodka on his lips.

His tounge violated you mouth as you could do anything but squirm in his hold, he wouldn't even let you come up for air until you hand to dig half-moons into the back of his palms with your nails.

You try to catch your breath, saliva coating your lips.

"Down for a round two? sweets." The nickname being a reference to your sweet lips and sounds. He waited for your response.

You thought about your friends, how you ditched them again for some blonde, a sense of guilt plagued over you.

But Denki left his too, in a sense the both of you are equal.

Both of you so needy for eachother that you've snuck off twice was almost laughable, almost like it was love.

"Only if you want to." You reasoned, smile formed on his lips as he showed you to his bedroom.

He let you lay down on his bed as he undressed you with his own hands.

Fainally, seeing you naked in front of him left him speechless, admiring as he towered over you.

Eyes tracing every curve and detail of your body, memorizing even the smallest details.

"You're still fucking breathtaking." He complimented, fucking you in a bathroom stall was something but having you bare in his own bed ment something to him.

The lights were dimmed as he undressed himself in a hurry, kicking off his baggy jeans and slipping off his muscle tank and jewlery as you waited patiently, watching his body move as his painted nails snatched the fabrics.

The then climbed on top of you, having you under him while his hands held your writs, restricting you like an animal with its prey.

Your hair spead on his pillows as he forced your hands above your head, then you suddenly heard a click.

You struggled to move your hands free from the metal restraints as he kneels in between your spread legs

"Ever been fucked in handcuffs before?" He asked slapping down his underwear, alredy springing out rock hard, white pearls on the top of his flushed and impatient tip.

"This is defenetly a first.." you confessed, who knew rave boys would be so deviant?

He positioned against you, tip just breath inside your heat.

The blonde slowly pushed in, making you feel fuller every inch that enters. You let out a sharp moan as he fully enters you. He curses under his breath, feeling you take him so nicely.

He lifted your hips at an angle to enter you carefully, he saw you, eyes closed and mouth agape moaning like a whore, he loved rave chick's but he felt something new with you, seeing you so vounrible he wanted more of you.

His hands wandered to your waist, caressing your soft skin keeping you planted on his sheets making you resist the temping bounce of his cock.

Black painted nails digging into your skin from pleasure. It stinged on your skin, yet everything still felt so good, so addictive.

Having a second round made the both of you even more sensitive than before. It was like everything got turned up a hundred percent.

Looking so fucked out from all the sensations, nails digging into you, cold metal around your struggling wrists, and cock plowing into you harder than ever.

He wanted to get you addicted, so cock drunk you couldn't think of anyone else, just him.

Using sex wasn't the best way to make someone fall inlove with you, but the way he handled you you started to second guess that fact.

Moaning into eachothers agape mouth, heavy breaths and moans echoed through the room.

Your legs wrapping around his waist to bring him deeper into you, your insides alredy the shape of his cock.

Prefect little cock sleeve. That's what he took you for in the moment, but he knew you were more than that after a little chat and vodka.

"You're such a good fuck, yknow that?" He complimented, breath and voice shakey as he reached his limit. He didn't know what to say nor what he could do to show you but all he wanted was for you to feel good.

And danm did you, insides so sore as the bed creaked from your joint movements.

"Kami' I don't think I can -" You cut off your sentence at the feeling of the knot in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment.

His eyes looked at tours, half hooded and filled with desire. His head snooped lower, mouth almost against your neck feeling his impatient breaths against your skin.

You couldn't take it, everything was too much. The pleasure has gotten you overwhelmed as tears puddled around your eyes.

Nothing hurts. Nothing was uncomfortable. But the pleasure and pain pushed you past your fragile limits.

The knot snapped. Your eyes widen as you feel his warm seed inside you, making the mix fluids seep onto the bed sheets.

Legs shaking as your body was against his, hands struggling with the secure handcuffs.

You calmed down from your little high, as you caught your breath.

He looked up to see you.

His hair was a mess and a small drool at the corner of his agape mouth, his hooded eyes now at attention as he saw you.

Tear stains down your cheeks as you tried to find breath.

He panicked for a bit. He never had a girl cry during sex but why did he kind of like it?

Seeing you so satisfied to the point of tears made his alredy insane ego only shoot higher.

"You okay?" His voice smooth as silk. You nodded, thankfully for tonight.

A few moments later, out of the handcuffs, he has his arms wrapped around you for your comfort, your eyes barely opened.

Suddenly you sit up from him, releasing yourself from his cuddles, you didn't take him for the clingy type but you weren't complaining.

"I should get going. Who knows what time I'll be home if I don't start moving now." You say, a pout formed on his lips. He didn't want you to go anywhere.

Then an idea formed in his void of a brain "or you could sleep over" his suggestion was unexpected, you mean this isn't just a one night stand?

You asked him if he was sure. You thought he just wanted to hook up. You could tell he was kind of offended at your guess.

"No? I really like you and I think this could be something, maybe something serious if we try." He said, hand holding yours, "if you're down, of course."

Being his girlfriend the same night you met him was risky but whose gonna stop you.

"Yeah, I'd like that." Small smile formed on your lips as you snuggled against him one more.

3 years later, he still calls you 'sweets' stealing kisses from you and calling you 'sweetheart' if he's feeling cheesy.

Taking you to raves and motorcycle rides whenever he can. Making you feel divine every time you and him are together.

For 'just a guy at an EDM festival', he'd make a great husband.

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A/N : AHHHH, I've been waiting to write another RaveBoy!Denki fic! I'm so happy someone likes this promt as much as me. Thank you so much for the ask and suggestions, Anon! <33

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rialikesbts · 1 year

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Manipulative

Husband! Namjoon x reader

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"Joonie pleaseeee " you whined to your husband, who was working on his computer in the living room,propped up in his glasses and dress shirt, looking hot as usual, nothing new about that.

He ignores you while continuing to work.

You sit beside him on the couch, intertwining your arm with his as you try to pout and show your puppy dog eyes to melt him.

"Come on, we even came back quickly from our honeymoon because of your work, my friends are dying to meet you."

"Let them die, I don't have the time".

You opened your mouth in shock, slapping his arm before moving out of the way, giving him a scowl.

"Fine! then I will go and meet them on my own!" You yell and go up the stairs to your room, not seeing your husband's furrowed eyebrows and clenched jaw , glaring at your retreating back.

You had gone way too far this time.He could put up with your whining and complaining about how they had to cut the honeymoon trip short because of his work,but this? This was unacceptable.

How DARE you try to leave him alone at night to hang out with your so called friends?

He was your husband.

Soulmate.

Life partner.

You don't leave them alone.

You should have sensed that he did not want to be in the same vicinity as those two faced bitches you call your friends which is why he tried to make up so many excuses so that you wouldn't go either.

But not only did you not get the memo , you were getting ready to meet them alone without him ?

If he couldn't come with you ,then you should have sat down quietly like a good wife and made him some coffee.

It was time to teach you a lesson.

Even though you were still exhausted from work ,you still were excited to meet your friends.

It had been so long since the wedding that you weren't able to go out on your own for once.You and Namjoon were so busy with all those dinners with relatives and Namjoon's friend ,you couldn't meet up with your girls.

You were still cranky about Namjoon's insensitiveness.First he made the "letting them die" joke ,did not even apologize for it and it's been three hours since that argument you guys had ,and yet he still did not come up to the bedroom to apologize.

You didn't get why he couldn't get along with your friends.You were already introduced to his social circle and hanging out with the guys and their partners for quite a while.Why was it difficult for him to do the same ?

Was it so wrong of you to ask him to spend some time with you and your friends? You had met all of his friends,had frequent dinners with them and their partners.Why couldn't he do the same thing?

Whatever, I'll say sorry afterwards. But first, let me enjoy some girl's time.

You took out your phone to text your girls that you were ready and were going to leave in a few minutes but were heartbroken after you saw the messages.

Minnie : "Thank god we told Y/N the name of a different restaurant, got tired of her whining about married life and then parading her rich husband around "

Aera : "I know right,I'm so glad we're finally gonna have some peace and not her annoying jibber jabber about why her husband is do great"

Sungah:"GUYS! AT LEAST SEE THE NAME OF THE GROUP CHAT!"

Minnie:"Oh shit"

You didn't bother reading the rest of it.They probably would have even left the group chat.Tears escaped from your eyes and you started wiping your eyes with your coat sleeve, and you began to get up from your dresser to change.

The door to the room opened and your tear stricken face saw Namjoon's handsome one .

He was looking so good ,all dressed up in that gray three piece you got him for his birthday.You weren't shocked to see him in formal attire.

This was the kind of man Namjoon was .He dressed up to see your friends whom he didn't like just to make up with you.

"Why are you crying baby?I'm sorry we had an argument! You even look so good dressed all up. Don't cry please. Look, I even dressed up to meet them.Lets wipe up your tears yeah ?I'm really sorry baby" He blabbered as he pulled you into his arms ,your tears staining his suit.

You held onto his coat ,the tears kept pouring and you started crying more.

You felt so ashamed. You fought with this amazing man because of those fake girls. You ignored him and yet he still came to meet them so that you could be happy.

It took a while for him to calm you down but you were still a blabbering mess as you kept on apologizing on between of telling him about the hurtful messages

"I'm so sorry Joon".

"Baby, it's okay, please don't cry." He said, wiping your tears.

What did you do to deserve this man?

"Now please listen to me.You will no longer make more friends, alright? You already have me and my friends. That's enough for you.If you want to eat out, I am there. If you want to go clubbing and drink, I am there. You have problems, I will help. Don't worry, I am the only one you need. And you're the only one I need "

He pulled you into a hug, you continuously nodding your head.

"Now please stop crying, my crybaby.You don't need to waste your precious tears for those fake bitches. Let's order a pizza! okay?"

You nodded, wiping your tears." Okay".

Namjoon smiled, kissing your forehead before going down the stairs to call the pizza place.

He smiled.

Those bitches did become useful after all.

He thought about how he met up with your friends in his basement. To teach them a lesson and give them a warning to leave you or else they wouldn't be able to live.

He obviously didn't kill them. Namjoon would never have any blood on his hands.

He manipulated your parents the same way in order to marry you.

He hoped after this incident you will finally learn to do whatever he says and have things done his way. After all the things he had done for you, you should obey him at least.

If not, then he had other ways as well.

You came downstairs after a shower with a smile on your face.

"You look tired, is work too stressful, baby?"

"It's nothing Joon, just my boss is being a pain in the ass as always."

"Maybe you should quit, You know I make enough for the both of us."

"It's okay. I want to do this for myself."

You both smiled at each other and you stood up on your tippy toes to give him a peck on the lips, which he turned to a full makeout session.

Guess I have to get your job out of the way as well. The things you make me do, babygirl.

A/N

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thepixelelf · 2 years

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and the universe said,

01 "you are not alone"

genres/tags: soulmate au, idol au, comedy, romance, dumbassery chapter warnings: language, mentions of a non-fatal car collision relationship(s): ot13 x reader

When soulmates are suddenly thrust upon the world, you are one in a million who wishes they weren't -- and that's before you meet the person (people?!) making your life much harder than it needs to be. And before someone asks you to sign an NDA.

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Choi Seungcheol, as humble as he is and as modest as he always tries to be, knows that he’s famous.

Sure, he rapped that they started from nothing — two pyeong — and that they built a company from a basement suite up. Sure, he whispered that no one does it like they do. Sure, he beckoned wannabes to trail after his success. But he knows that his success, their success comes from being part of a group that helps each other stand tall, members that love each other, a family (in so few words) that worked their collective asses off to get where they are today. It wasn’t always easy. There were mountainous bumps along the way, and bumps that still rock Seungcheol’s world even now.

He can feel the headache coming on already.

@/seokshinedk: seventeen are made for each other!! literally chosen by the universe your faves could never 💅

The boys sit, gathered in the conference room with nervous eyes and bouncing legs, a buzzing energy in the air around each of them that all have yet to address. A couple staff members are discussing, hushed but urgent, among themselves near the opposite end of the table from Seungcheol, who’s scrolling the forums against his better judgement.

@/mingyubies: carat always knew svt are soulmates 😊 this just confirms it

It started with two girls in eastern Canada. Something as simple as a car collision made global news, all for one simple reason. The girl driving said a small, red heart appeared on her inner wrist like a tattoo, and before she could even try to understand what it was or where it came from, an invisible force attempted to pull her out the driver’s side window. She was held down by her seatbelt, but the confusion had caused her to drive across a solid yellow line and almost hit a girl on the sidewalk.

Who didn’t try to jump out of the way, because she was too entranced by the red heart that had suddenly appeared on her wrist.

They fell in love by the time the police arrived. Within a month, their engagement reached the news.

The western world was quick to bring up the word “soulmates”.

Seungcheol remembers that day — a Tuesday — because he’d woken up with five solid lines, about three centimetres long, parallel to each other and equally spaced apart, on the flat of his right hand. It laid just atop where his thumb connected to the rest of his hand. He’d freaked out and scrambled his way into the living room to find Joshua and Minghao already awake, wide-eyed and just as frazzled as he felt, the same marks on their hands. A quick text to the group chat confirmed that the others (well, the ones that were up) had the marks too, and Seungcheol had to believe it wasn’t some prank. It wasn’t funny, if it was.

At first, the staff hadn’t believed any of them when they went to work that day. As the leader, Seungcheol was reprimanded for letting everyone get matching tattoos without the company’s permission. One of their managers had tried to defend the boys, saying at least the tattoos weren’t anything graphic or could be interpreted as such. But when he’d turned to Seungcheol with a confused expression, asking “What’s the tattoo supposed to be, anyway?” Seungcheol could only shrug.

That certainly didn’t help their case.

They’d been told to go home for the day, to repent, or something stupid like that, and it was only when word of soulmates reached the company that they asked if the tattoos were really tattoos.

By then, cases were popping up all around the world — people with matching or similar or connected marks appearing on their skin, leading them to people they ended up loving. There’d been a handful of cases with three people sharing the same mark, and one case of a group of four. Just under two hundred pairs came forward in the US alone.

Thirteen… even Seungcheol, with as much love as he has for his members, his brothers, felt like that was a lot.

The staff had their doubts, too. Each of the boys got sat down, asked how they were and if they felt any different. Seungcheol doesn’t know how the rest of them answered, but he told the staff honestly;

He didn’t feel any different. The only change was the five black lines on his hand, and the fact that he felt like he was missing something. Like all the reading he’d done up on the newfound “soulmate phenomenon” still wasn’t telling him everything he wanted— needed to know.

Whatever the other boys told the staff, they ended up proposing to pass the marks off as regular old tattoos.

The idea was shot down as soon as it flew up.

Maybe they could pass off their marks as some sort of friendship tattoo — if only their marks didn’t move.

Even the boys had no idea what their marks were, or what they meant, until a meeting with the staff, where they asked if, instead of painstakingly covering the marks with caked-on foundation, the members could just say they decided to cement their brotherhood in something a little more permanent than a ring. One of the stylists was going over possible meanings they could give the five lines when Seokmin practically leaped up out of his seat, yelling out.

“HOLY SHIT,” he went. “HOLY SHIT GUYS.”

He shoved his hand in Jihoon’s face, who recoiled in annoyance and swatted Seokmin’s hand away, but in that time, several of the others, Seungcheol included, figured out what Seokmin meant.

Seungcheol gawked, wide-eyed and slack-jawed at his hand, where his mark was… playing.

No noise came out, but notes, unmistakable with their stems and flags and heads and bars, moved across the lines they all realized in that moment made up a staff, dancing from right to left in a steady rhythm. They disappeared as soon as they ran off the bars. A commotion erupted in the meeting room, and the staff were helpless but to watch as the boys scrambled to each other, staring at their own marks and each other’s, coming to the conclusion that all of them were exactly the same. Each showed the same notes at the same pace.

It was a marvel. It was magic.

It was undeniable that their marks were a prime example of the soulmate phenomenon, and their boss decided, fine, it might actually be good publicity for the group to be “the first and only kpop act made up completely of soulmates”.

And it was.

@/eissasuperstar no wonder they are always so synchronized!! they’re soulmates!!

Seungcheol has to scoff. They’re synchronized because they stay in the studio until five in the morning. They’re synchronized because they’ve been practising their asses off since debut. They’re synchronized because they put in the work, put in the hours. It’s about drive, it’s about power…

It’s not because the tattoos on their hands just so happen to be magic.

After confirming that, yes, the marks they all have appeared the same day as the rest of the soulmates in the world, Seventeen blew up. More than any comeback or song or award or interview or photoshoot ever did for them. Pledis seems eager to ride the wave of news fodder while it lasts, to release a surprise comeback or something, which is what Seungcheol thought this emergency meeting was going to be about.

“Please pay attention, Seungcheol,” Shin Yejung, one of the PR representatives and the person who's been on top of this whole situation from the start, asks, making Seungcheol look up from his phone to find the entire room watching him.

Sheepishly, he puts his phone face-down on the table and nods to show he’s listening.

Yejung sighs, then addresses the group again. “A lot of news outlets are saying that platonic soulmates can also be a result of the phenomenon, but…”

She trails off, and Vernon raises a brow. “But?”

“Most of them cite you guys as an example.” Yejung doesn’t like what she just said. She grimaces like the words taste bitter in her mouth.

“But they’re not wrong,” Joshua speaks up. “I mean, look at us.” Limply, he raises both arms to gesture at the group. “We’re not madly in love with each other like all those couples on tv.”

“Ouch, hyung,” Chan says, if only to lighten the mood.

It doesn’t work.

“What is this all about?” Seungcheol finally asks what everyone’s thinking. He sees all the boys turn to Yejung with expectant faces, except Jeonghan, who regards her with a blank expression. She returns his gaze for half a second, so fast that Seungcheol almost misses it.

She takes a deep breath. “There’s no certain way to tell right now if there isn’t such a thing as platonic soulmates, but I don’t know if that’s… well, your case.”

Mingyu, interest piqued, sits up straighter in his chair. “What do you mean?”

“From what we can tell, none of you feel the pull,” one of the managers says. Myungjun was mostly quiet while Yejung spoke, but now he makes eye contact with Seungcheol.

“The pull?”

“It’s what they’re calling the connection between soulmates,” Yejung answers. “Apparently, once soulmates meet, there’s this… pull. I don’t really know how it works, or what it supposedly feels like, but they say it’s, um— irresistible.”

Myungjun waves a hand at the group. “You guys don’t have that.”

“Maybe platonic soulmates just don’t get the pull,” Wonwoo reasons. “And that’s what makes it platonic.”

“Sure.” Yejung nods, but her doubtful frown betrays the action. “It’s just; I’ve been doing some research on marks—”

“We all have,” Minghao interrupts.

“Music related marks, specifically.” Yejung silently bows her head at Minghao to apologize for continuing over him, even though he’s the one who cut into what she was saying. She seems extra jittery today, for some reason. “The notes show up at random, right?”

Some of the boys share looks before they all nod.

“And they never last that long— about a song’s worth at most, but usually snippets rather than full songs. Right?” Yejung seems to already know the answers, but the boys nod along anyway. “And you’ve never found a correlation? To anything you’re listening to? Or something any of you are singing?”

Jihoon mutters, “It’s a lot of Day6.”

More than a few heads turn his way, and he sinks in his seat, shy under the scrutinizing gazes of his members.

“You can read the music?” Seungkwan interrogates. “How the hell— the notes move by so fast.”

Jihoon just shrugs, looking at Yejung and silently pleading with his eyes for her to continue so he doesn’t have to explain himself.

“Anyway,” she saves him. “Jeonghan came to us with a possibility we hadn’t considered before, which is why I did this research in the first place.”

All eyes turn to Jeonghan, who doesn’t react in the slightest, calm gaze still locked on Yejung.

She considers her words, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “I video-called a couple who had the staff as their mark, like you guys. Their notes appeared when the other sang.”

“What are you trying to say?”

Shin Yejung doesn’t often interact directly with Seventeen for her job, but this isn’t the first time she’s been toe-to-toe with Choi Seungcheol, the guy who famously said he cares more about his members than the company. She’s a strong woman who, in many ways, worked just as hard as the boys to get where she is today. She can hold her own. Right now, though, under Seungcheol’s hard gaze, she seems to waver.

Once more, she meets Jeonghan’s eyes, who nods silently as if to encourage her to say what she needs to.

“Jeonghan— I… We—” She waves a weak arm over towards the staff side of the table. “—think you might have a soulmate.”

The silence that follows is awkward and painful, until Soonyoung, who — against his character — hasn’t said a single word yet, raises his hand and goes, “You… you mean…”

“Someone out there is connected to each of you, and whenever they sing, it appears on your marks.”

Seungcheol feels the shift in the room. The nervous energy that was buzzing lowly before is now at a quiet but undeniably present hum. Some of the boys share looks, some of them stare at their hands, or their laps. Some are still gawking at Yejung for that bomb she just dropped. It’s like someone flipped the switch. They’d all been talking in the dark until now. Seungcheol watches Jeonghan lean back in his chair with a satisfied grin, arms crossed, and he swears he hears someone whisper, “Soulmate…” under their breath.

Wait. Wait! This is all too much all too fast. He needs to understand the situation in order to handle it. He needs to reign in his friends before they manage to do something astronomically stupid. He needs to—

Chan stands up, and the sound of the chair scraping across the floor is deafening.

“Sit down,” Myungjun says, monotone as ever.

Next to Seungcheol, someone’s leg starts bouncing like it’s attached to a motor engine. Or, wait, is that his leg?

“We need to talk about what this means for Seventeen.”

But Seungcheol can already see the awestruck, elated look shared between Mingyu and Seokmin. He can already see Vernon on his phone, googling how to find your soulmate. He can already see the flaming red tint of Jihoon’s ears.

Oh.

Oh no.

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dweebsqueeze · 2 years

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Seducing Katsuki Bakugo

18+ Smut, 4.1 k Words Minors DNI

Katsuki Bakugo x Fem Reader

The two of you are hero students at UA University (both adults)

Warnings: Dom Bakugo, Loss of virginity, hair pulling, slight degradation, public sex (in a classroom)

Summary: A swimming day for Class A's hero course reveals the sculpted perfection that is Katsuki Bakugo's body. Dirty thoughts get even dirtier until you decide to subtly seduce him... with thigh-highs. You were not prepared for the consequences.

Katsuki Bakugo was the most hot headed, rude, and no pun intended- explosive man you had ever met. He was absolutely irresistible to you.

It all started when the class decided to try endurance training at the campus pool. You thought it was a good idea. Due to your quirk’s stealthy scouting abilities, you weren't built for strength or speed. It was a chance to get some exercise and hang out with the girls of the group. You had forgotten that this would involve all the boys being shirtless. There were definitely some handsome soon to be heroes in the class. All the girls agreed Todoroki was gorgeous while Kirishima and Midoriya had their own charm. Kaminari could even be pretty sometimes. You were not prepared for the absolute perfection that was Bakugo’s body. You had already seen him in tank tops around the dorms, but only in passing and you hadn’t thought much about it. Now, you could see every muscle flex and contract while he moved. Your eyes traveled all across his body, starting at six sculpted abs, chest rising and falling with every breath, veiny forearms grabbing a water bottle, and his Adam's apple bobbing while he gulped. He drank water but you were drinking the vision of him. You noticed how soft his skin looked, likely from the glycerin, and thought about how much you wanted to touch it. You were sitting beside the pool with Mina while the rest of the class was getting ready to swim.

“Helloooo, Earth to y/n?” Mina said as you snapped out of ogling.

“Oh sorry, I kind of zoned out for a bit.”

“Right… I know what you were doing.” Mina stated with a cheeky smirk, you weren’t ready for the possible backlash of finding the beast that is Bakugo attractive.

“And what would that be?” You challenged her.

“You were totally checking out Todoroki, God he’s so cute isn’t he?”

Crisis averted, Todoroki happened to be near Bakugo. “You got me.” You said with a relieved sigh. Mina summarized the conversation you missed during your shameless gawking. The class finally got settled around the pool. Although, most of the girls took this as an opportunity to splash each other and chit chat instead of a serious training session. You temporarily forgot about Bakugo until your eyes caught him again, looking even more perfect than before. How was this possible?

He walked out of the pool using the steps inside. Both of his hands came up to push the drenched hair out of his face. His body was glistening under the sunlight. The weight of his soaked swim trunks pulled them down enough to display the beautiful v-line leading down to his…

You were interrupted again with a splash to the face by Ochaco. You silently hoped he didn’t notice you staring at him yet again. Knowing him, it could blow up into some sort of altercation.

After that day, you saw Bakugo in a completely different light. Before, you had the same impression of him as everyone else. You thought he was an intimidating asshole that you should steer clear from. You found yourself searching for any way to catch glimpses of him. You studied the way his body moved during group training and sparring sessions. His aggressive fighting style was no longer a threat, but became an attractive quality. During class, you would watch him focus on his schoolwork. That was the one time his usual scowl softened a bit. Has his skin always been so impeccably clear? His lips looked so plush too, you started to dream about kissing him. Sometimes you would stare a bit too long and Bakugo would leave his focus to glare back at you. Of course, you abruptly looked away. One time, you could have swore you saw the corner of his mouth turn up slightly. It may have been a smirk, but you weren’t sure. Was it all in your fragile head?

Eventually, Bakugo ran through your mind 24/7. What was first admiration for his body quickly turned into dirtier thoughts. Did he have any romantic, more specifically sexual experience? You sure didn’t. What would it be like if the two of you… got together. You imagined he would assert the same aggressive strategy used in fighting, which only aroused you more. You already had fantasies about rough sex and you imagined Bakugo could deliver. You longed for his strong body on yours, his big hands roaming and groping your figure without restraint. What would his face look like in pleasure? If you had these thoughts alone in your dorm room, you would surely start touching yourself. You would picture his thick fingers circling you and plunging inside instead of your own. He became the only thing you thought about whenever you masturbated, which you always felt guilty about after. He’s got no idea you feel this way about him, you’ve still avoided him like always.

You were no stranger to danger, you were in UA’s hero course working towards one of the most life-threatening careers possible. You decided enough is enough, you had to do something about this desire. You couldn’t just ask him out directly, it seemed too daunting. How would he even react? Does he have a type? If so, would it even be you? Would he menacingly laugh in your face and call you a stupid extra? There were so many embarrassing possibilities, you couldn’t muster the courage. You weren’t a hands-on fighter, you were a careful observer. You were an expert in strategy and subtlety, so you decided to take this on like you would in battle.

You were going to seduce Katsuki Bakugo.

While you had no idea what solid actions to take, you knew you could change your appearance. You started to pay more attention to your face and hair. You were already confident in your looks, but you decided to enhance them a bit. You wore more makeup to accentuate your eyes and lips in a sultry way. Instead of combing your hair and running out the door like most mornings, you took the time to curl or straighten it. Your friends took notice of the changes and complimented you almost everyday.

You were still too shy to approach Bakugo. After a week of getting dolled up, you decided to take things a step further. Even with your limited experience, you knew there was something all men went wild for.

Thigh-highs.

Normally, you would wear a pair of thick leggings under your uniform skirt. It prevented a much shorter grape-headed pervert from ever seeing your panties. You decided the risk was worth the chance of Bakugo desiring you the way you desired him.

You took one last look at yourself in a full-length mirror before leaving your dorm room. You chose black thigh-highs that were a bit translucent from the stretch. The tops cut off your thighs leaving them more pudgy than usual. You also hiked up your skirt more to highlight your waist and show off your legs. Perfect. You strutted out the room adorning a new confidence from how good you looked.

It was midday and time for English class, you knew this would be the best opportunity to get Bakugo’s attention. In this class, he sat in the front row. Everyone was assigned worksheets to complete before the bell rang. The basket to turn them in was on the teacher’s desk right in front of Bakugo. You finished it as fast as possible, the whole room was silent while the class worked. This was your chance. You slowly walked up to the basket, making sure to sway your hips once you entered Bakugo’s line of vision. Once you approached the basket, you leaned down slightly and pushed your ass out. You didn’t want to be too obvious, but you prayed Bakugo was looking. You knew in this position, your thighs clearly stuck out. You returned to your desk swaying your hips in the same way. You couldn’t look at Bakugo, so all you could do was trust that he checked you out. Little did you know, he took notice… in a big way.

The day went on like normal, you wondered how effective your performance was. Maybe you were too subtle, he could’ve been looking down at his work the whole time. You started to doubt yourself, this plan was so silly. You haven’t even talked to him, how would some makeup and thigh-highs communicate a message tailored to him? Your mood slumped and this was all you could think about while eating your lunch. You were so invested in these thoughts that you didn’t even notice Bakugo eyeing you and your gorgeous legs from across the cafeteria.

Katsuki Bakugo was an ass and thighs type of guy. Thigh-highs? His weakness- and you didn’t even realize. He was much more observant of the extras than he let on. He was already attracted to you, for a long time actually. He did have a type and that was you. His training and studies were too important to jeopardize with a relationship, that’s why he never pursued you. As a natural fighter, he knew when someone was watching him. You didn’t exactly try to hide your obvious thoughts on the swimming day. He detected every single time you stared at him during training and class as well. When you started to wear more makeup and fix your hair, he connected the dots. Now, that you practically flaunted your ass in his face, he couldn’t resist. He wanted to get you alone somehow, but he had to choose his chance carefully. He didn’t want to be interrupted. Right now, you were surrounded by your friends and everyone would be in class for the rest of the day.

The school day ended, most students and teachers already left. You studied for a couple hours in the library to try and distract yourself from your plight. Since you were so focused on Bakugo in class, you forgot an important textbook. You moped all the way back to the empty classroom- to your surprise it was occupied.

“Took you long enough.” Bakugo scoffed and stood by the front desk with your textbook in hand.

“Um… hi?” You nervously approached him and grabbed the book with both hands. “Thanks Bak-” He didn’t let the book go.

“You been starin’ at me a lot lately.” Instead of his typical resting-murder-face, he adorned a much softer, but still intimidating face.

“Oh- I didn’t mean to, sometimes I space out, I’m sorry.” You looked down at the book, now that he was actually confronting you, it was too nerve wracking. Time to backtrack.

Bakugo put the book down on the desk and held your face, forcing you to look up at him. You never realized how tall he was. You were eyelevel with his chest. He spoke, still holding your face, “Did you also ‘space out’ when you stuck your ass out at me today?” His intense gaze didn’t falter. The air left your lungs at the realization your strategy actually worked. But now, he was so close, you couldn’t keep eye contact. You tried to fix your gaze on anything else but kept landing somewhere on his body, making you even more flustered.

“I asked you a question. I expect an answer.” His grip on the side of your face tightened slightly.

You let out a jarble of mumbled “I’s” and “um’s,” still lost for words.

“You were bold enough to drool over me on that useless excuse of a training day. Don’t think I didn’t notice these.” His free hand went down to rub your thigh. His serious face softened and he broke into a grin. Using a low voice nobody’s ever heard from him- “You got all dressed up for me.”

Your mind went blank in the shock of this scene. One minute you were secretly pining after him, now he’s got a hand on your thigh. Make that two, his hand holding your face fell to your other thigh. Now he was rubbing both thighs with more vigor, inching a little higher. The pressure made you let out a pathetic whimper.

He lowered his head to whisper in your ear, “Tell me, what have you been thinking about me?” His hands moved even higher, reaching under your skirt now. You tried to respond but you just stuttered. “Tell me.” Bakugo’s voice sounded more commanding and the rubbing got more aggressive. Something about his tone and his touching made you feel so vulnerable that you verbally spilled your guts out.

“I think about your body and- I want it on me. And- I think about how you would- how you would-” His hands slid up to grab your ass which made you squeak.

“How I would what?” His whisper turned to more of a growl.

“How you would-” You paused out of embarrassment for what you were about to say. “How you would fuck me.” He hummed in satisfaction and lifted you on the desk. You were sitting and he stood between your legs, making you feel small beneath him. His head returned to your side again, “Tell me what you want.” His hands went back to your thighs, this time he focused on the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Your face went hot, you could guess your face was bright red, probably your chest too. His thumbs were so dangerously close to your throbbing core.

“Touch me more.” You said in a breathy voice.

“Where?” Now, he looked at you hungrily. He knew exactly where you wanted him to go next, but he wanted you to say it out loud. He grinned knowing how much control he had over you right now.

You managed to muster a little bit of courage in your weak state, “Don’t tease me.”

Bakugo let out a deep chuckle. “You want me to get serious? I don't know if you can handle it.” His thumbs slid under the sides of your panties. His teasing was torturous, you trembled in anticpation. You paused too long for his liking.

“Fine, I’ll get serious then.” He yanked your panties down and quickly put them in the inner pocket of his uniform jacket. You were stunned by how fast he exposed you, before you could get embarrassed by it, he dived into a kiss. His lips were so soft, but his movements were rough. He forced your mouth open with his tongue, the kiss was deep and rushed. It was like he was trying to consume you and you were struggling to keep up. You were so immersed in the kiss, but you let out a moan into his mouth when he finally gave you the touch you craved.

He broke the kiss, “Fuck, you’re so wet,” and pushed his lips back onto yours. His fingers circled your entrance, getting his fingertips covered in your juices. Then, his middle finger went up to circle your clit. It felt amazing, you kept moaning into his mouth. You enjoyed every sensation. You finally found a rhythm to match the attack from his mouth. He kept toying with your sweet spot while his other hand dug into your hip hard enough to leave bruises. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck to stay balanced.

He left the kiss, resting his forehead on yours. “Gotta get you ready for me.” You questioned what he meant but the thought was broken when two of his fingers pushed into you. A loud moan left your mouth. His fingers were so much bigger than yours, you weren’t used to the feeling. His mouth was no longer concealing the volume of your moans. You put a hand up to your mouth, afraid somebody lingering on campus heard that. He laughed at the failed attempt to silence yourself.

“Who knew you were gonna be so noisy.” His two fingers were pumping in and out of you. Your walls fluttered around them. “You're so sensitive, is the first time someone’s touched you like this?” You muffled your moan in response. He grabbed your wrist and pulled it down, holding it on the desk. “Am I the first man to be touching you like this?” He restated more forcefully. His thumb circled your clit again which made you moan even louder at the two forms of stimulation.

“Yes.” You hurriedly said, trying not to moan again. If you couldn’t release your voice, your eyes started to release tears instead from so much pleasure. This only riled up Bakugo more.

“Tell me I’m gonna be the only one who does this to you.” He said, staring in your eyes with ferocity. He could control any part of you with that look.

“You’re gonna be the only one who does this to me.” You whined out, your climax approaching at lightning speed.

“Tell me I’m the only one who can touch your cute little cunt like this.” Your eyes widened at such a lewd command, but you both knew you would take the order.

“You’re the only one who can touch my cunt.” A tear fell down your face, you couldn’t contain your moans. You were panting so hard, so desperate to cum.

“Tell me I’ve got the only cock you need.” Even Bakugo was panting, he was so ready to see you cream on his fingers.

The pleasure kept building up. The realization he was going to fully fuck you, what you were obssesed with for weeks, made your climax finally snap. Your hand around his neck latched on deeper. Bakugo let go of your wrist and slid his arm around your waist to hold you up. Your whole body seized and your hips grinded roughly on his fingers as his hand worked for the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. You were too buried in the pleasure to care about your moans. When his hand slowed down, easing you out of cumming, you weakly replied. “You’ve got… the only cock I need.” Your euphoria hit you like a truck and you started giggling softly. You closed your eyes out of exhaustion, having released more than you expected. Your calmness was stolen when Bakugo manhandled you by the hips and bent you over the desk.

Bakugo’s initial plan was to make you cum here and drag you back to his dorm room where he’d fuck you into his matress until tommorow. When he saw you cum so hard and easily made you submit with his words, he had to have you right now.

In your brief serene state, you completely forgot what’s next. You heard the zipper of his pants which zapped you back into reality. You were about to endure the force that is Katsuki Bakugo and you started to worry that you couldn’t handle it. You looked back and gasped at the sight of his throbbing cock. It was definitely longer and girthier than you imagined. There was already precum leaking out, he enjoyed your orgasm thoroughly. His hands left your hips to unwrap a condom. He definitely wasn’t new to this if he had one on hand. He noticed you staring and pushed your head down on the desk. This hurt a bit, but to your surprise it made you even more horny for him.

“You’re gonna lay there and take my cock like the pretty thing you are. That’s what you wanted right? You wanted me to ruin you?” He lined his cock up to your entrance as he spoke. One of his large hands could almost cover the small of your back as he pressed you into the desk. So many thoughts were running through your head and your heart was pounding so hard he could probably feel it from your back. His hand slid up to grab a fistful of your hair and pull your neck back.

“Answer me.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Yes-yes. Please ruin me, please, please…” He turned you into a begging mess just like the both of you wanted. Your pleas were interrupted as he stuffed the full length of his cock into you in one quick stroke. Pain and pleasure mixed together, you figured he would get rough, but so much force immediately? He knew you weren’t familiar with the stretch, but your pussy twitched and clamped on his cock nonetheless. He didn’t give you much time to get used to it, the pace he set was relentless. The grip on your hair never wavered either. You were getting impaled by his cock and he made your whole torso arch sharply.

“Fuck, so tight.” He muttered as he started to make moans and groans as well. He even growled, he was fucking you like a feral animal but what else could you expect?

He leaned down, his strokes never slowed down. He began to suck and bite your neck. It would certainly leave marks for everyone to see later, but all you could focus on was every thrust into the sweetest spot you couldn’t reach yourself. Tears were steadily streaming down your face, surely messy with mascara. You were making sounds you’ve never heard yourself make before. It was all so much, he was stretching every inch of your cunt and his balls kept slamming on your sensitive clit. Any stress or worry left your body as he ravaged you.

“You’re such a good girl, such a good slut taking my cock like that.” You clenched even harder at his praise and degradation.

“Fuck, I wanted to this to you so much. You have no-” He let out a grunt in between his confessions. “No fucking idea. God, I loved every time you checked me out- so needy.” His speech was hurried, he was panting and nearly out of breath. “When you started dressing up for me and these thighs- fuck.” You could hear him giving into the pleasure. You felt happy that you were the cause for this strong man coming undone.

“Everytime I touch myself I think of you. I think about you fucking me like this. So rough- so good.” You felt another orgasm coming soon, even more intense than the last.

Bakugo picked up his already deadly pace at your words. “Damn y/n, you’re dirtier than I thought. Fuck that’s hot.” He was moaning even harder now.

“I’m close again, I’m so close- I’m so close-” You practically screamed out, you weren’t ready for whatever intense shock of pleasure awaited you.

“Yeah, you gonna cum on my cock sweetie?” That little pet name made your pussy squeeze even harder which made Bakugo grunt deeply.

You were starting to blackout from the sensations. You kept whimpering “yes” over and over as you were riding the edge. Finally, you came so hard you saw stars and let out the loudest moan yet.

The contractions from your cunt were too much for Bakugo, so he finished with a growl in your ear. You didn’t know that this was also the hardest he ever came. Your moans, your body, and total submission drove him wild.

You succeeded in seducing Katsuki Bakugo. You got everything you wanted and more.

Your whole body went limp on the desk, Bakugo reduced you to jelly. He rested on top of you, catching his breath beside you, cock still inside. The weight of him was comforting. Once he returned to his senses after the mind-breaking orgasm, he planted soft kisses along your neck, paying special attention to the bites. The hand on your head massaged your aching scalp while the hand on your hip rubbed your bruises.

You couldn’t believe it. Was Bakugo… giving you some form of silent aftercare? Out of all your wild sexual fantasies of him you never imagined him to show such gentleness. He nestled his head in the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent. He hummed, still drunk off of you. You could feel him smile on your neck. Was this the same person? Moments ago he was fucking you brutally with all his power, but now he’s petting you and letting you feel this strange relaxed side of him.

“Bakugo? Um… I guess Katsuki now, huh.” you said meekly.

“Hmm?” He responded in the sweetest tone you’d ever heard from him, you almost didn’t recognize his voice.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you mean, dumbass?” He said with no ill intent in his voice.

“You’re all- sweet now.” You questioned.

“Not for long. You’re gonna stay in my room tonight.” His voice returned to his darker, more threatening state.

You gulped and your pussy gripped on his cock at the thought, he chuckled. Bakugo rose and carefully pulled out. He left a playful smack on your ass, “You’re gonna wear these everyday from now on.”

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sercj · 3 months

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Alright, I'm finally typing it out. Gather around, all, for the tale of the time my friends and I kidnapped a blueberry and drug them into the Vault of Glass.

Once upon a time, I used to have friends I would play Destiny 2 with regularly. None of them that feature in this story still do, to my knowledge, but at the time we were pretty cracked on the PvE side of things. At the time, we were raiding semi-regularly (when schedules lined up), and as Vault of Glass had just been added to D2 recently, it was our raid of choice that one, fateful evening.

We, like any sane PC player, were using Discord for comms, and so I had hopped into the channel to wait, and headed to the Cosmodrome for my favorite time-killing passtime - blueberry watching. For those of you unfamiliar, blueberries is an affectionate term for new destiny players, named after the color of the low rarity gear they end up decked out in, blue. The Cosmodrome, being the first public area a New Light ends up in, is often a place where you can see adorable new players getting the hang of things.

At this time, the voice channel began to fill up, and one of my compatriots joined my fireteam. We initiated some hug emotes with a blueberry and were just all-in-all chilling when we got word that one member of our team would be unable to join us. Then someone (I forget who) suggested 'hey, what if we took this blueberry along with us?'. It was a patently absurd option - we had no communication with them. Their mishmash of blue armor and crappy weapons would clearly be outclassed by the raid, leaving them unable to damage enemies and likely to die instantly if any of the vex even looked in their direction. But we started to plan a bit - really, we could do every encounter with just 5 people. We'd have to protect the blueberry, but that could be done, theoretically.

I think, in the end, we came to the conclusion that we'd try it, but they weren't likely to stick through it. After all, we weren't (and never did) using the in-game VC, or text chat. The two of us hanging out with them in the Cosmodrome sent a fireteam invite. And the blueberry accepted. So we joined the rest of the team in orbit, and launched Vault of Glass.

I could go into our specific strategies for each encounter, but for the most part it was pretty same-y. We'd use emotes and shooting to get the blueberry into a defensible position, then 5-man the encounter. And somehow, this worked. I have taught many, many people many raids in my time (including many people from this friend group!), and I have never seen someone pick up so quickly on what we needed them to do. With no actual words passing! An absolute, biggest-brained legend of a guardian.

We did get this guy all the way to Aetheon. And with some tricks (and good RNG), we were able to even defeat Aetheon. With some random blueberry nobody knew, or talked to! Unfortunately, they didn't get Mythoclast (can you imagine, though!), but they did celebrate with us with their default dance emote, and we all went our seperate ways. Nobody friended them, we just re-released them into the Cosmodrome like they hadn't just helped us save all of time or whatever the point of Vault of Glass is.

Now, perhaps this was a returning player, or someone on a new alt, who already kinda or entirely knew what was going on. But there's no real way of knowing, and it's just as (if not more) likely that this was a brand new player. Can you imagine what kind of a 'first experience' that new player had with the game? How puzzlingly odd to begin with, developing into concern as the activity we brought them to was clearly beyond them, to the 'fuck it we ball' attitude to stick with it all the way through. A true champion.

And imagine the lore perspective too. Fresh guardian, still got gravesoil in their armor, hasn't been to the tower yet, and they get scooped up into the Vault of Glass? Battle Aetheon? AND WIN!? The reaction from Shaw, or hell, the Vanguard as a whole would be amazing. Our guardians getting reprimanded for taking some fresh new light and dragging them through such a crazy difficult experience they weren't prepared for. Fun stuff to think about.

I wonder how that player is doing now. If they still play, how this particular experience flavored their perception of the game and its community. I know the community at large can be extremely toxic (and worse), but I still strive to embody the community impression we made on that day. Patience and Understanding, being goofy and silly about it, inclusive and kind. Dunno, maybe that's just me being sappy about a fun memory with friends gone by.

#destiny 2 #d2 #vault of glass #aetheon #story #long #i hope this tale brightens one persons day #the original occurence was a very fun night #i miss having people i loved to play destiny 2 with #now i just have to lfg everything #which is okay about 60% of the time #genuinely enjoyable maybe 10%#and the remainder is just bad #and that's AFTER screening lfg posts for ones that seem more chill #pro tip: if it says 'KWTD' skip that shit #buggest thing the new system lacks is a definite warning label like that #anyhow i'm just rambling now #shoutout to all the blueberries #i love you guys

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annab-nana · 2 years

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Being a actress in the obx series, a good friend with the cast and have a secret relationship with drew starkey that everybody knows, even the fans, paparazzi, interviews ask the question, teasing at the set. Headcanons pls!!

omg yes of course! here you go my love :))))

warnings: not proofread, i know chase and madelyn aren't together anymore but this is set when they were

❀ masterlist ❀

getting the role of kiara carrera in some boat show wasn't a role you were expecting to turn your life around but it did

it brought you your greatest friends

you couldn't imagine your life without them

it brought you your greatest achievements and opened the door to many more roles

your work in outer banks made you known in your field of work

but most importantly, it brought you the love of your life, drew starkey

going into the show, you obviously became close to rudy, jonathan, chase, and madelyn

but the cast as a whole became really close in general

you guys would hang out all the time

that came with living across from each other during filming

there was something about drew that drew you to him

either his calming nature

his killer smile

his adorable laugh

or just his charming personality and good looks

whatever it was, it had you being near him during any outing you had with the crew

you weren't normally a partier

your social battery drained quite quickly

drew was the same in that sense so you both leaned on each other during the various outings you guys went on after filming

everyone teased you guys, saying that they were waiting on the wedding invite even though you two weren't even together...yet

you and drew liked it when it was just you and him

you two explored the possibility of being more while talking one night and decided to start something in secret, just for you two

since you two started your fling near the end of filming season one, it was easy to keep it from the cast

you two could hang out without them being there

there was less of a chance of running into them

that was until everyone came back together for press

they knew

they didn't say they knew

but they knew

interviewers picked up on something between you and drew and asked questions about if there was something between your characters, kiara and rafe

to which you would scoff out a laugh and tell the interviewer how much kie hated the kooks even though she technically was one

they'd ask if kiara and rafe were even friends and drew would shake his head, telling him rafe looks down on kie for choosing to be a pogue

so then they'd ask why you and drew were so close if your characters weren't

drew froze ever so slightly while you took the lead, explaining that even if kie and rafe hate each other, you and drew still filmed some scenes together and the cast as a whole became super close

drew nodded beside you, trying his best to be inconspicuous

he may be a good actor when he was playing a character

but when it came to keeping a secret, you'd quickly learned he wasn't as skilled in that department

after that, it became pretty obvious

the fans knew

interviewers knew

your castmates knew

other crew members knew

so you guys made it official online

you and drew were out grabbing lunch together

you snapped a picture of him across from you sipping on his water and captioned the photo with three heart emojis, posting it as an instagram story

after checking it with drew, you posted it and put your phone down for the whole meal

once you two ordered, your phone kept buzzing

"should i check it?" you asked drew

he shrugged, "sure, why not?"

the first thing you saw was a text from maddie that read: I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT

then came several other texts from the group chat you shared with the cast which based on the giggle drew let out, he was reading that on his phone as well

then you checked the story

madelyn had reposted your story with a caption that was the same as her text to you

rudy had reposted it as well, captioning it, "mom & dad :)"

jonathan did the same and wrote, "about damn time," for his caption

chase just put a heart on his repost of your story

austin congratulated you both when he reposted it

deion's repost said, "like we didn't already know hahah happy for y'all!"

now with the fan responses, it was a given that they wouldn't all be positive, but a good amount of them were

for that you were grateful

when you all came back together to film season two, the teasing began

"did y'all really think we didn't know?" chase asked

"about as much as you think we didn't know about you and maddie."

"we just wanted something for ourselves before we shared it with the world," drew explained when maddie pulled you to the side

his eyes followed you both and saw the huge smiles on your faces

"i hope you're ready for a lot of double dates with those two," chase piped up, sharing the plans maddie had been planning ever since she found out about you two

"yeah, y/n already told me maddie has been texting her nonstop about it."

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#headcanons #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey headcanons

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binchansbiceps · 1 year

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I Have Been Playing With A Superstar

Chapter 1

You huffed as your character died again ignoring the comments of how bad of a player you were from your team in the bottom left corner, Instead looking through the store and buying new items to upgrade your weapons. One comment did manage to catch your eye though, a guy you had been paying with for over a year now had tried telling the others to leave you alone as you were a much lower level than everyone else. ALYFT was his user.

You for the most part just called him A.. You had met in a game of TFT, and the two of you had ended up being the final two before he won. You ended up playing a few more rounds together before he sent you a friend request. And started to invite you to play more with him in all modes. It was after a few weeks that you sent a message saying hi that you finally started talking, then another few weeks before the two of you started messaging on discord and playing other games. You each got the other into new games and more than just on pc, after you mentioned you were playing mario kart with your family he wanted to exchange friend codes and ended up playing games there. Over a year of friendship and you still had yet to voice chat or even send photos of yourselves to the other, not that you hadn't asked but A had said he was a private person and maybe one day after you'll have known each other for longer and were both comfortable he would. One thing you two had in common was that both of your friends knew that you were friends and both groups agreed that you had no idea who could be on the other end of the screen, and that you could be crazy killers and or stalkers. Which you both laughed at and questioned if you had the same friends.

You told him it was fine and you weren't really listening to the useless comments. After some more deaths on your part your team finally won. A, sent you the friendly team bonus and you sent him the mvp one. You got up and went to grab a snack and some water and when you came back A had sent you a message on discord asking if you wanted to play something else. you knew he was upset because the other people we were playing with were treating you but that's what you get for playing on his level which is well above yours. You sent him back a reply asking him what game, while at the same time one of your friends just asked you if you wanted to go out. You were about to say not right now but A came back with an apology saying he just got called into work and had to go. Telling him to have fun you said yes to your friend and went to get ready to go out.

Closing the car door and giving a quick hi to Mini you buckle your seat belt. After giving you a hi back Mini turns the music up blaring Cheese by stray kids and you both start to sing and car dance to the song. Driving down the highway blaring kpop mostly stray kids as you head into the city. Mini turned down the music “so NCT just released a new album” she said

“And now we have to go to the store so you can buy all the versions of it?” you laugh. Instead of responding she just turns the music back up and you both go back to jamming out.

After going to the k-pop store and Mini Getting the new albums she wanted and you grabbed a stray kids album you were missing, the two of you went to the big city mall for food and window shopping. It was when you were in EB Games looking at the new Mario party that Mini brought up her thoughts on A “so any idea on when you're gonna like facetime the guy?”

“not yet no” you replied

“ you really should know more about this guy especially when you are getting as close as you are to a rando on the internet” she said a little annoyed

“i get it i do but you know i have my gut feelings and my gut tells me he’s trustworthy and good for his word”

“you and your gut feeling and empathic tendency thoughts are not always going to be right you know! One day it’s going to be wrong and I don't want you to get hurt when it does” Mini stated her concern.

You know how she was hesitant to believe in your gift. You had a hard time explaining them to yourself let alone to others but it’s something you trusted and so far it has yet to let you down. You just nod knowing now is not the time to try to argue your point of view. Continuing the day you guys had fun and walked around, by the time it was late and back home you let A know you were back if he wanted to talk before you went to bed. It was about an hour later that you got a message back from him, “hey Y/U/N im still at work but some news just dropped on us here we have to travel around for some business, and i think i'm coming to Y/C/N for a few days, and i was wondering if maybe we could meet up in person while i'm there?” he had sent. You reread the message about 10 times before replying back “omg thats sooo cool i can’t wait, i am sooo excited to meet you, i can’t believe your business trip is coming out here that’s sooo cool!”. Sending back and forth more texts of excitement to finally be meeting your best online friend in person in a few months, and wanting to see if you could make some kind of a plan for where and when to meet up and what you will do, A had to go back to work and you had to get some sleep for your shift tomorrow especially now that you had to book off a few days to meet up A. with a bright smile on your face and a good feeling in your gut that this was only going to lead to good things in your future, you hit play on your sleep playlist and closed you eye’s for sleep.

#stray kids #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #i.n #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #i.n x reader

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prsk-krow · 2 years

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actually didn't expect you too respond to my stupidity haha \(ᐛ )/

I'm the anon that apoligized for not reading the rules (༎ຶ ᵕ ༎ຶ)

But anyways, to keep things short and simple. I would like to request a (Mafuyu x Reader) and a (Ena x Reader). In which the Reader is academically gifted but has parents that doesn't pay attention to them. Whenever anyone's around (or at school) the Reader forces out a cheerful persona, but whenever they come home, Reader just turns stoic and goes to their room since no one else inside the house is even going to bother to ask how their day was going.

I don't know if this is enough but I wanted to keep it short and simple so: ( ᴗ_ᴗ̩̩ )

{Pretending emotionless reader with Mafuyu/Ena}

That's better! Honestly, this is just for me to be able to write better and come up with clearer ideas! So thanks for the re-writing! Caw.

Mafuyu Asahina

It was no secret to N25 that hiding one's true colors from Mafuyu was practically impossible. So even as she herself was with a mask on at the school, she could see the many others that were lying and exaggerating... Not that she cared.

However, she was immediately curious when she learnt that there was a new student joining the council... And when the came up and introduced themselves, Mafuyu could see clearly a mask on them, very similar to hers and her tailor friend... Almost like a mix between the two.

As the first meeting between them finished, she called you to stay for a bit, wanting to ask some questions to see how sturdy your act was, before sharing some closing thoughts!

"Aha, I see! You were definitely right for this rose! It's refreshing, really, because we've been missing one spot for a while now! I'm glad that you accepted and decided to come here! I'll be looking forward to your presence every day here... Well, as much as you'd be interested. I can tell you aren't, but if you do, we could have another chat. A true chat, so to speak. I would know, since we're more similar than you think!

Before you could respond, she was already leaving through the door. You returned to your room, paranoid about what she meant by those words. Was she threatening you with your secret? Were they empty threads? Did she even know of your true secret? It was hard to tune out, and those thoughts kept popping up, no matter how hard you tried to distract yourself from them! And especially that last part... Was she really someone you could trust?

You had to answer all of these questions, so of course you attended the next meeting, and of course you stayed behind, asking Mafuyu to do the same! And then... The look she gave you as she turned around was far too familiar. One that you'd seen in the mirror so many times, in fact. Needless to say, you were surprised that you weren't alone in this struggle!

You went back to your seat, your mask crumbling. Yet no matter how safe and understood you felt now, it was hard to fully reveal yourself to her. She could tell that it wasn't really the true you speaking back to her, but you weren't bothering to hide the fact that there was indeed a true you, voicing your opinions and thoughts behind the fake tones and manners of speech!

You gave her your number, interested in keeping up this strange new 'friendship' active before leaving. As for Mafuyu, she was thinking about your situation. Had you gotten so used to keeping up your mask that you struggled to take it off...? Perhaps you and her friend weren't so different... She would be a fool to throw away this chance to get to know you.

Ena Shinonome

Ena wasn't really the most analyzing one when it came to people, and especially compared to Mizuki and Mafuyu... It was definitely another story when it came to art, but sadly, it didn't carry over. That's why she didn't see through your pretending as well as some of her group-mates may have! She just found your cheeriness a bit... Odd. She knew better, though, thanks to a certain someone, that perhaps it was best to not push it too far at first... Trust was first, after all!

She simply stayed by your side, asking you about your day whenever you were leaving classes, calling you whenever she finished hers to chat a little... She made sure that you were aware that you weren't just another student in her eyes!

You were already used to tuning out the voices around you in class, and the cold silence back home, so having someone asking you almost every day to chat felt off... At first, it was exhausting to keep up the mask. However, as the days passed you sort of started to long for these conversations...

It was a very strange feeling, to be awaiting a certain person to chat with... However, the way she so casually mentioned that she was jealous of your dedication to studies one day caught your off guard! Not only was she looking to chat with you everyday, but she also appreciated the effort you put into high school?? You quickly made a pretext, before running back home and into your room!

You were careless, and the mask was about to fall off right in front of her! You calmed down inside your room, and pulled out your cellphone to continue the conversation from before, now that you were feeling a bit more composed. You didn't want to appear as too rude, after all...

"Heyyy!! You can't just run off like that! You scared me, you know?? *Sigh*... I just told you what I really feel, what's wrong with that? If we're gonna be friends, then it's only right to share what we truly think, right? After all, what's a friendship built with lies and deception? One that's bound to crumble, I'd say. I'm sure you can understand now, and I hope you come to apologize properly at night!"

A friendship built on deception... Perhaps you were being a bit too harsh on her. She clearly wanted to know more and more about you, and she was being surprisingly nice and patient the entire time you've been chatting! Perhaps it was ok to show off at least a little...

When you came to greet her after she left her school, your cheerful demeanor was a bit less bright than before... Your voice was less cheery, but still had some energy to it... Ena could tell that you were willing to show her a new side, just not completely yet, and she was happy to see that she was getting somewhere! If she has managed to take off half of your mask, then that was reason enough to keep it up!

It was a little unnerving to see that familiar face with unfamiliar voice and words, but she'd grow used to it, like she had with other people! And as for you, it was nice to not have to force your act to the fullest all the time. If you were gonna keep this up every day, it would be best to not exhaust yourself fully each time... Besides, it was nice to be able to share some snark that was hidden from everyone. It certainly surprised Ena, that's for sure!

Sorry this took longer than usual! It was a bit harder than I expected to come up with something solid for a while... Caw.

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townofcadence · 17 days

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26. another active muse

Munday Topics

How about----- The lost trio!

So these are Elias, Eevie, and Prince (size to scale, Elias is 7'7")! They're Artair's best friends growing up. Elias was bullied in school when he was young for wearing colorful things that weren't traditionally masculine, and he met Artair because-- Artair was kind of a bully's bully, defender of those who got picked on. Elias immediately glommed onto him and they were fast friends. Eevie knew Artair first because they met through online forums for something akin to Neopets or Webkinz, then graduated to online MMOs where they played together, and then to more personal chat stuff like Skype.

Eevie lived in Japan and grew up there, but her and Artair met around eight or nine, and they stayed in contact online all the way up until she moved to the states. Prince was her best friend where she lived, as they're both a bit mischievous in nature. Prince didn't like humans, as his first form he had chosen was a Honshu wolf when he came to Japan (he's a korean fox spirit called a Kumiho, which is similar in many ways to kitsune of japan, or the chinese huli jing!). Humans drove him into the safety of Fae spaces when they were hunting the wolves, and while he survived, he was severely injured. He recovered in those same spaces and with magics of nature, which changed him in many ways. While there, he also learned as much knowledge as he could in those spaces, to protect himself and to be prepared for most anything, while also navigating the courts and the spaces with the decorum he needed to survive still. While much of what he obtained was useful, there was always resentment at humans for what they stole from him and the peaceful life he'd lived until there was no choice.

Eevie was the first to break through his trust issues with humans by being so annoyingly endearing and curious and not leaving him be. He was used to the courts, to the facades and niceties and the disconnect from something that revealed too much of yourself and gave someone power over you. And here was the girl, who wore her heart on her sleeve and loved with both hands and gave all her vulnerability without flinching. It was offputting as it was something that he couldn't help but feel special to have. How rude, she got him to maybe care and like the attention and miss when she didn't come by.

The two graduated to partners in crime and pranksters and a lot of her life was spent at school, exploring strange places with her friend, or talking to Artair at night. Prince soon utilized a glamour to look like a red Korean Fox so the two could go to more mundane places with humans, and eventually he allowed her to 'adopt' him, so he could live in her house rent free and eat her snacks.

The first meeting with Artair was yet another supernatural sighting she'd read about. He-- did not know this coming in. Elias came with him to keep him from getting in trouble, just in case Eevie was actually bad news, and that was how those two met. And Elias, bless him, fell for her that very night, just seeing how energetic and vivacious she was.

The four of them ended up as a tight-knit friend group, especially once Prince revealed he could speak and could join in or add his own little quips to the joking and laughter. It was good for a while.

I'm skipping over how that changed because it's a long bit of info. But essentially, while trying to get back to normalcy once a lot was resolved, they ended up going on a case where they traded their memories of Artair for his life. It was better than losing him entirely. And he took it--hard. He wasn't at a point of forgiving himself, even if they had, and now he had to choose to reenter their lives. They wanted him too, but he couldn't help the doubts.

And that doubt sat in him too long. The three had gone to visit a gas station where disappearances were reported, right on the edge of town. And they never came home. In their investigation of the place, they had accidentally done what the others who vanished had, which triggered -- a leyline-based portal. They went to drive out of the lot, and then where they drove to was not where they were at all.

For them, this was pretty damn amazing! A magic portal to a whole new place, all new places! Eevie immediately got swept away in the excitement, and prince and elias were with her, elias because he was just along for the ride, and prince out of curiosity about some aspect of magic he'd yet to really see at work. They'd never had anything bad really happen on a case, after all, and now there was no one to be scared, to be the voice of reason. So the three jumped worlds a few times, checking out all there was to offer and having fun!

Except going home proved....not possible, when you didn't know how you got here even in the first place. Back tracking didn't seem to work, as going back through the door they'd just come from seemed to just lead somewhere else entirely. They just--- got more and more lost, and turned around and fell deeper and deeper into the web of realities.

For them, due to time dilations.. .. it's only been a month or two. They're eager to get back of course, but they are okay and just hope they figure it out without really feeling a panic of rush. They figure they'll figure it out or find someone who can help them.

On Artair's end though, on their family's end....it's been seven years. And the excitement I feel for when they do return and things are not how they left it but they've barely changed is gonna be SO interesting

#answering things #ask meme answers #the lost trio #eevie #prince #elias #elias headcanon #prince headcanon #eevie headcanon #munday meme #headcanon #cursedfortune #thank you for the ask!!#this one was HARD. i was so tempted to do either jace or micah too lol #but i felt this was best since i've hinted at artair's 'survivor's guilt' in a sense at their disappearances #my original art #my original stuff

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itzy0megaverse · 2 years

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could i request an a! itzy reaction to an alpha hitting on their o! s/o? BTW I LOVE YOUR WRTININGS <3

An : Oh no. This is gonna get spicy... 😳 and as always

THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT!!

A!Itzy's reaction to an alpha flirting with her S/O O!Reader

Requested : ✔️

Reader : Gn

Tw : unwanted advances?, also I can't flirt so it's just awkward... (only Ryujin's) catcalling, verbal assalt

Yeji

Yeji came to pick you up from work and was allowed to come sit with you in your office area just while you finish up. She found a spare seat and pulled it up near you, close enough to know she's with you but far enough so she doesn't distract you. Obviously, you know she's here but she'll always stay out of your way until you've finished everything and are ready to leave.

A co-worker comes up to your desk to talk through some paperwork. Yeji can't help but pay attention to the girl, noticing she's also an alpha and seems to be bending over your desk a little too obviously for Yeji's liking. Your girlfriend knows you're oblivious to this stuff so she wouldn't be surprised if this wasn't the first time this had happened. However, after discussing the paperwork issue, the alpha female leaves.

The thing is though, she comes back. She comes back after a deep breath and with a player smirk written on her face. "Hey, so... How about me and yo-" "Don't. Even. Think. About it." Yeji quietly snaps. The scariest thing is that she doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't talk at speed. She doesn't speak before thinking every word over. She just spits the words out lowly and death galres the girl.

"....Ok.... Sorry.." The girl says as she backs up and out of the room, slugging away out of the scary alpha's grasp. That scary alpha being your girlfriend. "Does she do that a lot?" Yeji turns to ask you. Not fully calmed down yet but not angry with you. "......Maybe.." You answer honestly. "I never saw it that way but now looking back...."

Yeji let's out a giggle at your naivety and leans back into the chair. "Well, she should back off now."

Lia

You're at an after party somewhere with your girlfriend Lia. When you say 'with' your girlfriend you actually mean she's left you in the care of her friend Somi while she went to find her members. You'd spoken to Somi many times before so you didn't feel so awkward when she dragged you around the place and ended up dragging you into a small circle of her guy friends.

Almost immediately, they asked if you and Somi were together and you both made it clear you weren't. The guy sat directly to your left then started to flirt with you but you made it clear that you weren't dating Somi but you weren't single either. As soon as that's made clear, he backs off, earning some respect from you.

The whole group chats away for a while and you occasionally join in but this isn't your crowd. You don't really fit in so you're relieved when Lia comes back with a smile on her face and a back hug just for you. She pecks your cheek before explaining. "All the members are upstairs in one of the bedrooms. We're just gonna play board games and get dru-"

"Aww you can do better than that, princess... How about you date a real alpha?" The guy to your left spoke shamelessly while standing up and holding his hand out for you to take. Clearly seeing your girlfriend right there and intentionally cutting her off.

"ExcuSE ME!?"

You practically scream in his face. You had almost no bad vibes from this guy right up until this point so his actions take you completely off guard. However, as usual, your girlfriend remains calm.

"Yes, excuse us. We don't want to be involved in a cock fight nor do we need to be." and, just to tease him, she offers you her hand in the same manner he did, seemingly letting you choose between them. That's what it would look like to him but you and Lia both know she wins a thousand times over.

Taking her hand, she walks you upstairs to where her members and their partners are waiting. She makes sure to ask if you're ok before you reach the door though. There's no hard feelings between you at all and she doesn't let it upset her too much. Lia knows its neither of your faults and is strong enough to just let it go and enjoy the rest of the night.

Ryujin

You're walking through the park calmly on a date with your girlfriend. Happily walking along. However, you weren't holding Ryujin's hand at this point like you normally would. Not because of an argument or anything bad, you'd both felt like getting food so you were on your phone looking up local restaurants to eat at.

That's when a woman walking past you assumes you aren't together. "Ayo!! What that mouth do!!" She screams. You look up to see who she's talking to and she's looking directly at you. "Huh!?" You blurt out shocked.

The alpha takes that as an invitation to walk over to you, standing a little too close. She repeats what she said over confidently. "I asked if you could show me what that mou-" "It bites your dick off." Ryujin snaps, wrapping an arm round your waist and guiding you away.

"Hey! I wasn't asking you, slut!" She yells out from behind you and your girlfriend spins round to take a swing at her. You catch her before she can. Left arm round her hips and right arm reaching to cup her face, you whisper to her. "It's not worth it, baby. You know I love you and that I'd never even do anything with someone like her... Let's just go."

You have to practically drag Ryujin away from the offensive alpha but you know it's just because she's extremely protective over you.

Chaeryeong

Itzy were hosting a party at their dorms with a few idol friends. Not exactly a small gathering but not a large one either. Everyone invited was also given a plus one so, if they were in a relationship, they could bring their partners along. That's how you ended up here, dancing in their living room, grinding against your girlfriend.

You had your back to her while she rest her chin on your shoulder and her hands on your hips. Sure, usually you have two left feet but, with your main dancer girlfriend guiding you, you could dance all night long. You look over your shoulder, up at Chaeryeong with a smile. It doesn't last long though.

An alpha comes up and stands in front of you, trying to also participate in the grinding. Immediately, you both stop. "Aww come onnnnn.. We're just having some fun here!!" "I'm having fun with my girlfriend, yeah! No one else!" Chaeryeong snaps as she steps in front and between you two.

Ignoring Chaeryeong, the alpha turns to speak to you directly, while pointing a finger directly into Chaeryeong's chest. "Come on.. Don't you get bored of her!? Just have fun for one night!!" Your eyebrows hit the roof as your girlfriends eyes roll with an added scoff. "Let's go." She says coldly, taking your hand and taking you away.

Chaeryeong wasn't sure where she was going, she just wanted to get away. So you take over and lead her into a quieter corridor where you could actually hear each other speak normally. Leaning your back against the wall, you pull her face to line up with yours. "I'd never get bored of you, Chaeryeong." You tell her affirmatively. Dispite her confidence in the situation, you know deep down those words would've hurt her. So you reassure her as soon as possible.

Yuna

Your girlfriend had taken you out on a date. Nothing fancy but special enough because she's with you. Yuna had just taken you on a shopping spree round the local town centre and you hadn't brought much (knowing you were going to be out all day and would have to carry it round) but the things you did have lay in bags at your feet.

They lay at your feet because you were currently sat outside a local restaurant waiting for your food to be delivered. The waiter had been to take your order and Yuna wasn't happy with him. "I swear he was trying to flirt with you." She jokingly complains. "Yuna, he was literally just asking for my order!!" You giggle back. "Oh nu-uh.. His eyes baby... The look in his e-" You give her a look to signal said waiters arrival so she cut herself off.

You both thank him as he places your food down and you begin to pick up the utensils, expecting him to walk away. When he picks up your glass, moves it so he can clear a space and rests his palm into the table to lean over you, you realise Yuna was 100% correct. "Now care to tell me what a perfect omega like you is doing single?"

You want to let him down gently, it'd feel harsh to treat him badly, but it's very difficult to not let out at least one smile or giggle. Not because of him, because of your girlfriend is the other side of the table completely cracking up, laughing her head off for the whole restaurant to hear. "I'm sorry. I have a girlfriend." You try and say calmly and without smiling at Yuna but pointing over to her to show him who your girlfriend is.

The guy nods, apologies and leaves, all while Yuna hasn't calmed down one bit. "God dammit Yuna! You didn't need to laugh at him!!" You say, smiling, taking the first bite of your meal to hide your embarrassment. Meanwhile, Yuna's literally crying she's laughing so hard.....

......and she'll only stop for 10 minutes before bringing it back up and cracking up all over again......

......and she'll keep doing that for the next hour.

#omegaverse #itzy #itzy imagines #itzy omegaverse #itzy chaeryeong #itzy lia #itzy reactions #itzy ryujin #itzy yeji #itzy yuna #itzy scenarios

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A fresh start

The carriage stopped in front of the small church. The coachman jumped down and went to the back, getting a bunch of bags and luggage off. Out stepped a lady, with dirty blonde hair in a complex braid and bright blue eyes. She smiled and nodded at the man who tipped his hat in turn. Words weren't needed for they had quickly learned they couldn't understand one another.

The woman took hold of her belongings and the carriage drove off, horses neighing and galloping out of the village, already on their way back to the city. With a sigh, she started moving as well. Maybe she should’ve levitated her things, but she remembered how the coachman had used his hands to do it, despite having a wand- most likely muggles lived in that village. However, no one seemed to walk the streets on that Sunday morning. She decided to take the risk. Her wand was simple, stripped oak wood with details made out of bark, a cute thing really.

“Wingardium leviosa!” Her voice was barely above a whisper, unheard over the sounds of birds chirping and dogs barking. Magic engulfed the bags and they lifted off the ground, not too high but enough to not drag on the dirt path that was called a road. She knew what she was looking for- a two-story house with a little backyard, the windows were supposed to be boarded up. The witch was starting to feel a bit disheartened by the lack of people around. Did she end up in an all-muggle village? That would’ve been just horrible. Yet swallowing her nerves, she trudged on.

The houses looked the same, simple muggle homes without an ounce of magic, gardens with produce and birds that were free to roam the empty street. Fruit trees stood proud and tall, branches heavy with fruit slowly ripening under the summer sun glow. A small group of cats ran up to her, meowing insistently.

“Oh, ihr Armen…Ich habe nichts für euch…” she crouched to pet one of the furry things and quickly got love bombed by them all. With a quiet hmpf, she fell on the ground, giggling like a little child. The floating luggage was quickly forgotten in the favor of soft fur and tiny, wet noses.

“Minnie, Daisy, Minuette! Where are you- ah!” A light voice chuckled. “Causing trouble again, eh?” The cats left the witch’s side and ran up to their owner, meowing lovingly. The stranger stretched her hand down for the witch to take.

“Greetings! I don't think I've seen you around here before.” Her smile was dazzling, white teeth gleaming in the sunlight, adding more contrast to her dark hair.

“Ah…g-greetings…?” The word felt heavy and strange on her tongue, her thick accent coating the sound. She took the other woman's hand and got to her feet, dusting her dress as best as she could. The stranger simply smiled and waved a beautiful dark wand in the air, magically cleaning her clothes.

“You're not from here it seems. I'm Eleanor Potter, nice to meet you!” The woman shook her hand energetically, smile never wavering. The two looked to be about the same age.

She didn't understand the words exactly but understood a name when she heard one.

“Ich bin Bathilda Gri-... Bagshot. Bathilda Bagshot.” She shook Eleanor's hand, albeit with less vigor.

“Bagshot, hm? Oh, goodness!” Realization dawned on the woman and her eyes shone with sadness. “Condolences. News of your husband's death came here as well. I'm sorry for your loss.” She tightened her grip on Bathilda’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Poor Bathilda didn't know a word from what she was saying but the solemn look on her face helped clarify the topic: her late husband. She smiled softly, gratefully nodding her head.

“Danke.”

The witches chatted for longer, even having started to move once Bathilda had found a way to ‘tell’ the other where she was supposed to go. Their conversations were more one sided when using words, but gestures kept them on the same page. Eleanor was very energetic, waving her hands around with wide motions, her face stretching with exaggerated smiles and frowns. The way the light shone in her dark eyes made them almost glister. Bathilda on the other hand was more reserved, her movements more controlled, her face barely moving, keeping a respectable aura all the time.

They stopped in front of the house. It was painted a simple white and the windows were, as expected, boarded up. The two magiced the boards away and the door open. Together, they stepped into what looked to be a living room. It held only the necessary- a small couch with matching armchairs, a fireplace and empty bookshelves. With a bit of work and several shopping trips, she could turn it into a truly lively place. There was no separation between the staircase and the living room, yet there was a door which Bathilda suspected led to either the kitchen or dining room. She was wrong. The house was too small for a separate dining room, not that it mattered. It was just…surprising.

“Oh, so much light! And this surely takes you to the back garden!” Eleanor talked excitedly as she looked around the small kitchen. Bathilda smiled to herself- she might've not been able to understand the woman but she felt like she'd made a friend, the air and magic around Eleanor Potter felt too warm and sweet for her to be malicious. Her eyes skimmed through the space- it, like the room before, held only the skeleton of what she planned to turn into a welcoming home. Empty, dusty cupboards, a sink, a storage full of cobwebs, a wobbly table with two chairs- the bare necessity. The windows were big, letting in loads of sunlight and a door on the same wall led to the garden. A second door, a bit hidden from sight, opened into a small toilet. The actual bathroom was most likely upstairs. Bathilda already imagined turning this small space into a laundry room.

“Gehen wir mal auf!” She pointed her finger upwards, emphasizing what she said. Eleanor nodded.

Quickly they walked up the stairs, Eleanor almost running like a curious child. Bathilda actually chuckled at that, prompting the other woman to redden in embarrassment.

The short hallway had two doors on each side and a trapdoor in the middle of the ceiling.

“Let's go left!” Eleanor threw the first door open as Bathilda mentally noted ‘left=links’. The people living in her late husband's mansion rarely spoke to her, rendering her unable to learn English no matter how much she wanted to. But Eleanor's constant chatter made it easy to understand certain words. She smiled and followed the woman into the room- a tiny bedroom with a bed and dresser. There was plenty of space left for a desk and other things- could become a child's room in the future if she wanted to.

The second room on that side of the house was the bathroom, housing a decently sized bathtub, a sink and a toilet. Again, with a bit of time she could improve the space greatly. Moving on to the right side (‘right=recht’, they giggled at each other because the words sounded so similar), the first door led to an empty room- perfectly empty- she didn't know what to do with it yet. The next, and last, door opened into what looked like the master bedroom, if it could've been called that. It was only slightly bigger than the other one, allowing for a two-person bed without overcrowding. The trapdoor opened up with great effort, a ladder almost knocking them out as it fell. Flying dust left them coughing their lungs out, yet they still ventured up. The attic was one big empty space with a tiny circular window.

“Well, this can be either a storage or the coziest reading spot.” Eleanor chuckled as she moved to the middle of the room, spinning slowly.

“Wie bitte?” Bathilda raised an eyebrow, walking towards the witch.

“What?”

Laughter filled the silence. They couldn't understand the other but it didn't matter. Bathilda spun around on the balls of her feet, still giggling as she struggled to regain her breath. Her eyes beamed with happiness.

“Mein neues Zuhause!”

“Your fresh start!”

#bsads #ggad #bathilda bagshot #Eleanor Potter #oc #blazing suns are dying stars #ch5 #bathilda lore #backstory

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I miss The 100. I started watching it around the time the second or third season came out? It was also when I started using Twitter more and an amazing group of people that were both Bellarke and Clexa found me and invited me to a chat group that was all about the love for the show, fans of both pairings in there. I made so many friends there, I even met someone from my own country and went to meet them personally! But time went on, some people left, others caused drama, new people came in, but it was never the same. I was super close with two of them until one became a Clexa “extremist” and, lately, I fell out of touch with the one I considered my best friend. I haven’t fully watched the last season yet, not after I learned what they did to Clarke and Bellamy’s story and how they made them so OOC. I want to, just to finish it up as it was my favorite show, but at the same time, I want to keep only the essence that made it my favorite show in my head, nostalgia aside. I’m just really disappointed with what they did with an amazing show that, at the time, brought together people with different ships and that’s big stuff when it comes to twitter culture.

P.S. I haven’t watched Game of Throne’s last season either so I’m not sure how much my nostalgia is playing a part here with The 100.

I think you have a right to your disappointment. We put a lot of energy and passion into the show and the community and it was really vibrant for a while, and the story just...screwed us and the characters over.

And we can't even say it wasn't kinda personal because JR didn't like the fans, and responded to the harassment from some of them by screwing over all of us.

And I personally don't understand how you could betray your own story like that, but I guess it's different in Hollywood where you're always looking for your next gig.

I'm still not 100% certain JR wasn't bought off by right wing groups to crush hope out of certain demographics that loved the show and the characters. There's my conspiracy theory. The last season didn't make sense. Unless he thought he could get a new show by catering to the people who didn't like feminists or queer folk or delinquents becoming heroes and who did like nazis and thought they should be the protagonists. But don't worry, you'll be rewarded in alien 'heaven'-- except you, you crazy little bisexual rebel. You're not worthy of heaven.

Tell me to stop.

I don't blame you for not wanting to see the last season. While there were quite a few answers and a bit of stuff that was really satisfying-- mainly for anyone who wasn't Bellamy or Clarke-- as a whole the story fell apart.

I think you should skip it and read fanfic instead.

As for the community? IDK

I think one of the things about growing up is how you kind of lose the old communities you had. People move away. Find new interests. Have fights. Get busy. They fall apart.

It doesn't mean that they weren't amazing and important for what they are, and we can still hold them in our memories and honor them for what they meant to us in that time.

But it happens a lot. And I guess it's part of life. So is being disappointed by things that you put a lot of energy into which didn't turn out to be what you thought they'd be.

Again. It doesn't mean they weren't valuable for what they were. It doesn't mean you can't still love them. It doesn't mean you have to forget the good stuff because it went sour.

The experience of being in love with the show and the fandom is still valid. Heart break or no.

#the 100 #fandom #disappointment #life

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the-al-chemist · 1 year

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Artemis Hexley and the Return to the Riddles

Chapter 24: Set Free

A/N: the chapter featuring the first of Artemis and Dumbledore’s annual chats was called “More Questions Than Answers”, and I feel like the last chapter left us with exactly that. So, let’s answer the rest, shall we? Warnings: mentions of death, violence, murder, intrigue, betrayal, and war. Spoilers for the Harry Potter series. One NSFW but hilarious joke I plagiarised from the BBC series “Ghosts”.

Her mind reeling, Artemis felt her whole self spin, before her feet touched back on solid ground. She was out of the Pensieve, and back in Dumbledore's office once more. Still dizzy, she looked from the Pensieve to the headmaster and back again.

"I..." She took a deep breath and rubbed her damp cheeks with the heel of her hand. "The doors. I used to dream about the doors. And the rest... That's what I saw in the final Vault. Some of it, anyway. It didn't make sense, because the rest was all memories, but that... I didn't remember it. But they were memories too, weren't they?" Professor Dumbledore nodded his head, and Artemis took another shaky breath. "So all of it really happened? My dad... My father, he... He wanted Jacob to open the Vaults, so he..."

"He found the kindest way to fulfill the prophecy he could think of," Dumbledore said gently. "But, yes. He attempted to take your life."

"And my mother..."

"The following morning, Leander Hexley was found lying beneath the same archway he tried to convince you to run through. He knew the significance of the archway, and so his death was suspected to be self-inflicted. No one ever suspected Sally Hexley. But then, people always do underestimate the ferocity of a mother."

"But why don't I remember it properly?"

"You know why. You saw why."

"No," Artemis shook her head. "Jacob wouldn't do that."

"You have just seen that he did."

"Well, you must have it all wrong. There must be another reason why I don't remember."

"I do not have it wrong,” Dumbledore sighed. “You don't remember because the two people who loved you most wanted to protect you. Jacob removed your memories, and your mother did her best to hide the truth from you, however she could. In doing so, they relieved you of the burden of knowing about everything you just saw."

Artemis' hands shook with anger. "But that's not fair. Those memories were mine, and I didn't even get asked if-"

"I am not condoning either of their actions, Artemis. I am merely stating facts," said Dumbledore, his blue eyes filled with sympathy. "Your own father attempted to kill you in order to fulfil an ancient prophecy that would enable him to gain access to great power. Is that something that any child should have to live with? Of course, the answer to that question is no. Now, was it fair that your brother tampered with something that should have been yours and yours alone, and in the process denied you your right to the truth? Also no. Was it right that your mother pushed you away to stop you from reading the truth in her eyes, and in doing so, made you doubt her love for you? Yet again, no. But, they did these things thinking that they would protect you from harm. Sometimes, even when - especially when - try to keep the ones we love safe, we hurt them in other ways."

Artemis was used to Dumbledore's eyes sparkling as her spoke, though not with tears, as they were now. She sighed deeply, her anger draining from her, just a little.

"How do you know all this, Professor?" she asked.

"Your brother told me himself, shortly after your father's death," replied Dumbledore. "He told me everything. He told me how, in his search for the Vaults, he had discovered that his father was the leader of the group that had derived itself from the Ronde of Fortinbras. He told me that his father believed him the one to open the Vaults, and yours the life required for the sacrifice. He begged me to help him, appealed to my better nature, and together, we came up with a plan that would keep you safe from the Ronde.

"As I said before, the prophecy that you and young Mr Weasley procured from the Department of Mysteries could have pertained to either you or to your brother. If Jacob were to open the Vaults, you would not survive the process. However, if you did it..."

"Then it wouldn't be me who would be used as a sacrifice."

"Precisely. It would be your brother. Jacob knew that you adored him more than anyone, and he was prepared to switch places with you, to lay down his own life for yours," Dumbledore inclined his head. "This is what I mean when I say that it was not your action of picking up the prophecy record that made you the one to fulfil it. Your brother had already taken measures to ensure that you would be the one, and not him.

“That is why he continued his search for the Vaults after his expulsion. He was attempting to open each one in turn, ready to take you to the final Vault and sacrifice himself to allow you to open it. It is why he left home all those years ago, why he disappeared without a trace. He was making himself unavailable to the Cabal so that they would have no choice but to use you until he was found. He even went as far as to leave a trail behind him for you to follow, should he fail in his endeavour. Just as well he did, because he later became trapped inside the Buried Vault, but then, your brother was very good at planning ahead. There was, however, one thing that he did not plan for."

"What was that?"

"Your heart," said Dumbledore simply. "The curses were dormant, the Vault was sealed, and Jacob trapped inside. But, in the time it took for him to be freed, you had begun to grow into the young woman you are now. You changed, you learned about the yourself and the world around you, and you forged deep connections with others. As you should have, I might add." Dumbledore's lips twitched, but his eyes still looked sad. "In absenting himself, Jacob had distanced himself from you emotionally, allowing your heart to make room for another to take his place. He was no longer the person you held most dear, and his was not the life required as a sacrifice."

"Rowan..." Artemis swallowed. Her throat was bone dry. "So it really was my fault that she died."

Dumbledore shook his head and placed his hand on hers.

"No. No, my dear girl," he sighed. "Artemis, I owe you an apology. The same apology I owe to Rowan herself and to all the other people who loved her. When Jacob Hexley came to me and begged me to help save his younger sister's life at the expense of his own, I agreed. I even went so far as to put him in contact with someone who I knew would stop at nothing to help him in his endeavour. I am talking, of course, about Patricia Rakepick.

"Patricia had been a student several years earlier, and after leaving Hogwarts, had gone on - to absolutely no one's surprise - to achieve great renown in the field of curse-breaking. Her views about certain events affecting the wizarding world at large during that time closely aligned with my own, and she herself had been fascinated by the idea of the Cursed Vaults as a girl. I knew that her intellect, bravery, and ruthlessness was precisely what your brother - and you - needed to reach the final Vault. She would have both the ability to make difficult decisions and the understanding of why they needed to be made. She would do what was necessary, I was certain of it. Sadly, I was correct about this.

"This is why I must apologise," said Dumbledore. "I knew the lengths to which Patricia Rakepick would go, but I failed - either wilfully or not - to see how her doing so might result in the death of someone not already directly embroiled in the mystery of Hogwarts’ Cursed Vaults. If you must blame anyone other than Rakepick herself for Rowan's death, it should be me."

Artemis blinked back tears, and the headmaster squeezed her hand.

"You acted in innocence, I in ignorance," he told her. "It is a small difference, but one that renders me culpable, and you not." He let go of her hand, his own eyes dewy. "The Cursed Vaults were always going to have their life eventually, Artemis. There is nothing that you could have done that would have stopped that, and your opening the final Vault tonight will have saved countless others great losses such as the one you experienced last year."

Slowly, Artemis nodded her head, her eyebrows knitting together. Dumbledore's words were reminiscent of someone else's. Rakepick's.

"In her trial, Rakepick said that Rowan's life had spared those of many others," she said, and Dumbledore inclined his head. "Is that why this is so important, all of this? Why so many people wanted what was inside that Vault, and behind that door?"

"All that most people know is that the Vaults were created to hold a great power. The terrible thing about power is that there are many who will stop at nothing to gain it. Power corrupts, which is why Morgan Le Fay thought it necessary to protect this specific power with such a complex system of secrets and riddles as the Cursed Vaults. As for why that power is so significant..." Dumbledore straightened up in his seat, his face growing stern. "Miss Hexley, I once taught a student who was completely and utterly corrupted by the mere promise of power."

"Rakepick, yeah, I know."

"No. Not Rakepick. This student's name was Tom Riddle." Dumbledore spoke the name as if it ought to have meant something to Artemis. Clearly her face gave away the fact that it did not mean anything at all, for he continued, "You, of course, will know him by another name. Lord Voldemort."

Artemis' mind boggled. "But what has You-Know-Who -"

"Voldemort."

"Yeah. Voldemort, sorry," she corrected herself quickly. "What's he got to do with the Cursed Vaults?"

"Four years ago, you asked me if I believed that Voldemort had ever truly died. I told you that I did not," said Dumbledore. "Miss Hexley, you have seen how many prophecies are held in the Department of Mysteries. One of those prophecies hints at a way by which Voldemort may be defeated, once and for all. However, in order for it to be done, we will be in need of a great power, one of which Voldemort knows not."

"The power inside the Cursed Vaults?"

"That has indeed been my theory for many years."

"And your theories are usually correct," Artemis said. Dumbledore chuckled softly, and she bit on her lip. "What is it, then? This great power? The thing that all these people have been searching and hurting and dying and fighting for?"

"The same thing for which people have searched, hurt, died, and fought since the beginning of time, and will continue to do so for as long as there are people still living to do so. It is a power that can cause great harm, but can also bring great strength, courage, and happiness. It is the greatest power any of us can ever hope to know."

She wasn't sure if Dumbledore was being especially cryptic, or if she was being especially stupid, but Artemis had no idea what her headmaster might mean. He smiled at her gently.

"The answer is love, Artemis."

"Love?" Artemis' nose wrinkled. "That's it? Just love?"

"Just love? My dear girl, have you not been listening to a word I said?"

"I dunno, sir. I don't really see how love can be this great power that can save us all," said Artemis. "I mean, how can anyone defeat a wizard like You-Know... like Voldemort using love?"

"The same way that you have used love to solve the riddle of the Cursed Vaults," Dumbledore replied. "Consider this, Artemis. Your brother's love for you was the thing that made him so desperate to keep you safe. Your love for him drove you to search for him against all odds. Your love for your friends kept you going through the darkest times in your life, and their love for you kept them by your side every step of the way. Your love for Rowan-"

"Got her killed."

"I never said that love wasn't dangerous. On the contrary, it can be exceptionally dangerous. Nothing so powerful could not be. Love can cause people to do terrible things, just as it can cause them to do the most wonderful things. In your case, love inspired you to honour Rowan's memory, to protect others, and to fight back against the Vaults until you had opened them all, a feat that no other witch or wizard has achieved since they were created in the time of Merlin and Morgana. It made you braver and better, it kept you going like a fire burning deep inside your heart. It has been - and continues to be - your greatest strength. It is all of our greatest strengths."

Finally, Artemis thought that something in all of this made sense. She nodded her head slowly.

"But Voldemort doesn't know this," she said.

"He does not. He has never known what it means to love, and so he underestimates the power of it. And that, I hope, will be his downfall," Dumbledore stood up and walked over to the Pensieve, still swirling in its stone dish. "We live in a strange time, Artemis. This is the calm before the storm. But the storm will come, make no mistake, be it in a year, or five, or fifty." He looked at Artemis with an expression that was neither happy nor sad. "Because of you, however, I now have an idea of how we might weather it. And for that, we should all be thankful."

There was a finality in his voice that made it clear that Artemis was free to leave. She walked across the office to the door, pausing by it to ask, "What do I tell the others? They're bound to ask me what I found in the Vault..."

"The truth," said Dumbledore. "Tell them what you found. But perhaps do not speak of the second prophecy. It would be most unwise to give away our most precious secret, after all."

"No," Artemis agreed. "I guess it wouldn't."

"Now, you'll have to excuse me, Miss Hexley. I have a letter to send to Azkaban about a prisoner who deserves to be set free."

Artemis left Dumbledore’s office feeling as if she had grown significantly older in just a few hours. Outside the windows, the lights of the battle against the cabal had dimmed, and she found herself wondering exactly what had happened in her absence.

She did not need to wait long to discover the answer to her question, for when she turned out of the gargoyle corridor and descended the grand staircase, she found the entire Circle of Khanna gathered on the stairs discussing the night’s events, the portraits on the walls gathering around them in a blatant attempt to listen to their conversation. A few of them had cuts and scrapes to their skin, and Charlie’s left arm was in a sling, but otherwise they looked largely unharmed. As she neared them, they caught sight of her.

“Artemis!”

“Where have you been?”

“The others said you disappeared inside the Vault.”

“Yeah. Dumbledore managed to find me. I’ve just been in his office.” Several mouths opened, presumably to ask Artemis more questions, but she quickly continued, “Did you manage to capture the Cabal, then?”

“Yeah, we did,” Jae told her. His cheeks were flushed, though Artemis wasn’t sure whether that was due to the excitement of the battle or the fact that Chiara was currently using a piece of damp cotton wool to clean a cut on his temple. “Every single one of them. The Aurors have taken them away now.”

“They conjured these metal things to go over their hands to stop them from using wandless magic,” said Ismelda. “They were actually kind of cool.”

Artemis nodded. “Right. And the Cursed Vault?”

“Well, after you disapparated, the light in that column grew really bright,” Penny said breathlessly. “Almost blindingly so, actually. And then the Vault started to shake and rumble, until the walls started caving in on themselves. Luckily, Ben managed to blast a hole in the wall so we were able to escape.”

“We got out of there pretty fast. As soon as we were out the gillyweed started taking effect again so we managed to swim much quicker,” explained Tonks. She screwed up her face and held up a pair of webbed hands before demonstrating her swimming technique. “Just as well, really. Not long after we got out of there the whole thing crumbled completely, we heard it crashing against the floor of the lake, and then the light radiated out like shockwaves, or something, and swept us right out of the way.”

Bill raised his eyebrows. “I dread to think what it would’ve done to us if we’d been closer to the Vault at the time. By the time we regrouped and actually looked back, the whole cave had completely disintegrated.”

“So it’s really destroyed then? The Vault?”

“I think they might all be,” said Talbott. There was a bandage on his right foot in lieu of a shoe, and he looked even more disgruntled than usual. “I was out of the main fighting by that point because of my foot, and I saw the glow on the middle of the lake. There were more bright lights in the distance at the same time, and I’d say that they would’ve been in the right direction to have come from the forest and the library. I thought it was odd at the time, but I was more concentrating on what was going on in the courtyard.”

“That’s fine, Talbott, don’t worry. I’m sorry about your foot.”

Talbott made a noncommittal noise. Penny shuffled closer to him and his expression grew a little happier. On his other side, Merula rolled her eyes before turning to Artemis.

“Come on, then,” she drawled. “Tell us what it was.”

“What what was?”

“What was inside the light. The power inside the Vaults. What was it?”

“Oh,” Artemis frowned. She wasn’t quite sure what parts of her conversation with Dumbledore she should or even could tell them. “Well, that light was inside the column, and it felt like it wanted to take me somewhere. So, I let it. I disapparated, and it took me to this spring.”

“The season?” asked Barnaby. “Or a bed spring?”

“Neither, I mean a water spring, like where rivers come from. Except this wasn’t water, it was something else… I dunno how to explain it. It wasn’t like anything I’ve ever seen before, and I couldn’t even see it properly, because it disappeared every time I looked straight at it.”

“Like a mirage,” said Badeea, her brown eyes wide.

“No, it was real. Definitely real,” Artemis told her, shaking her head. “It was flowing somewhere and I followed it until it went down into a fountain, but when I looked back behind me, the stream of… whatever it was had disappeared.”

Chiara looked up from her bandages with concern. “Were you frightened?”

“Not really, no. It wasn’t frightening. Well, it was a little, but it was more the sort of frightened you get when you’re scared but excited, too. Mainly it just felt… nice. Really nice.”

“It sounds glorious, darling,” Andre said impatiently. “But what was it?”

Artemis shrugged. “Love, apparently.”

Her answer was met by a mixture of reactions. Penny’s blue eyes grew wide and wistful, Liz frowned behind her glasses. Ismelda looked almost repulsed, and Diego raised one sceptical eyebrow. Merula snorted loudly.

“That might be the most stupid thing you’ve ever said, Hexley,” she said. “And that’s really saying something.”

“Well, it’s what Dumbledore said.”

Tonks laughed. “Of course it was. He’s an old hippy, isn’t he?”

“Think about it, Hexley. As if Morgan le Fay, the most powerful Dark Witch to have ever existed, would’ve gone to all that effort just to hide something like love.”

“Merula’s right. That makes no sense.”

“Doesn’t it?” asked Badeea. “I mean, they do say that love is the answer.”

“The answer to what?”

“Nothing specific, Barnaby. Just in general.”

“Oh, right,” Barnaby nodded sagely. “I suppose love is pretty powerful, isn’t it?”

“I still don’t think it makes sense,” Merula said. “Trust you to go to all that effort and not even manage to find out what this all-important power is. This is why you don’t put Hufflepuffs in charge of things.”

“Hey!”

“I’m just saying it how it is, Caplan.”

“Maybe there’s another way to find out what it was,” suggested Jae. “Could you go back and getting some samples of the stuff?”

“Oh, that’s a wonderful idea! I could take it with me to France to analyse if I get good enough grades for my alchemy internship.”

“Or we could just try and analyse it ourselves,” Ismelda said. “Test it on some first years or something before we leave.”

“As the oldest person here, and former Head Boy, I think I’m going to veto that idea.”

“But we need to know what it is!”

“Do we?” asked Ben, and the others all stared at him. “I don’t think we do. Maybe Dumbledore’s right, maybe it is love. Maybe it’s not. Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

“No, it doesn’t,” he shook his head. “Because we never set out to find out what was inside that Vault. That’s what the Cabal were doing, we were just trying to stop them doing it. That’s what made us different to them. It was never about power for us. It was about ourselves, about keeping the people we cared about safe. And most of all, it was about Rowan. We wanted to honour her by defeating the Cursed Vaults and the Cabal, and tonight we did both of those things. I don’t know about you lot, but I think that’s what really matters.”

He took a deep breath and fell quiet. Charlie reached across with his good arm to pat him on the back three times, slowly.

“Well said, mate.”

The rest of the Circle of Khanna - for once - stopped bickering, and began to chat peacefully among themselves. Only one person remained completely silent, uncharacteristically so. Artemis sat down beside her.

“Hi, Tulip,” she murmured, and Tulip stopped scratching dirt from under her nails to look at her. “How are you?”

“How do you think I am?” Tulip asked, her lips twitching into a small wry smile. She sighed. “Honestly, I don’t know how I am.”

“Of course not.”

“I just… It’s weird. My dad and me, we’ve never been close, or even really got on. It’s not like we have anything in common. He’s so controlling, and he’s always spent more time at work than he has at home, but… But I thought I knew what sort of person he was, you know? I mean, he’s my dad, for Godric’s sake.”

“Yeah,” Artemis nodded. “I get that.”

“I suppose you do, after everything that happened with your brother.”

Artemis frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Well, even when people said all those things about him, because of that book, and after he went to Azkaban because of Duncan Ashe’s death, you-”

“That wasn’t his fault.”

“- still believed that he was good deep down. That’s exactly what I mean.”

“Yeah, but it’s different. Sort of.”

“Maybe,” Tulip shrugged, looking unconvinced. Artemis swallowed. She wasn’t sure that she was convinced, either. She wasn’t sure of anything right now. “I guess I can’t believe it. Not because I don’t know it isn’t true, but because it doesn’t feel real yet. Once it’s more real, hopefully I’ll know what to think and how to feel. Or not. I guess I’ll have to wait and see.”

Artemis nodded, her teeth grazing her lower lip. Suddenly, her friends’ quiet conversations seemed far too loud. She looked around herself, scanning the stairs for a way to get back to the comfort of her dormitory and Fergus the cat without anyone noticing her leave, but she couldn’t see one. Further down the steps, Charlie made eye contact with her.

“You alright?” he mouthed, and she shrugged in response. He cleared his throat before speaking aloud. “Do you think we ought to tell Duncan Ashe about the Cursed Vaults being destroyed? After all, he went looking for them years before any of us did, and, well…”

“I’ll go,” Artemis said quickly. “He knows me.”

She gave Charlie a grateful smile as she stood back up. As she rose to her feet, so did Bill.

“I’ll come with you,” he said. “Just in case… Well, you know what Duncan’s like.”

Artemis considered the offer for a moment before nodding her head, and together she and Bill made their way up to the fifth floor of the castle.

“What’s wrong, little one?” Bill asked her, once they were well out of earshot of the others. “You look pretty glum for someone who’s just solved Hogwarts’ greatest mystery.”

He raised his eyebrows at her, and Artemis sighed deeply.

“It’s… Can I tell you some other time? I don’t think I have the words to explain right now.”

“Of course you can. I’ll even buy you a dictionary to help, if you like.”

In spite of everything, Artemis found herself smiling. Her smile faded, however, when they opened the door to the prefects’ bathroom. There was a ghost hovering above the sink, but it was not the ghost they were looking for.

“Peeves,” Artemis said, her hand instinctively reaching for her wand as the poltergeist floated closer to her.

“Why, if it isn’t little Hexy. What is little Hexy doing here?”

“We might ask you the same question,” muttered Bill, and Peeves blew a raspberry at him by way of response. Artemis tried a different approach: telling the truth.

“We’re looking for Duncan Ashe, Peeves.”

Peeves let out a deep sigh before turning upside down and beginning to sing: “They seek him here, they seek him there, but they won’t find him anywhere!”

Artemis wrinkled her nose. “What does that mean?”

“Means that Duncan isn’t here anymore,” he said, turning back the right way up again. “He’s been sucked off.”

“He what?”

Peeves did not reply, merely floated upwards with raised arms and wiggling fingers. Not entirely sure that she understood what the poltergeist was trying to say, Artemis turned to Bill, who frowned briefly before a look of realisation appeared on his face.

“I think what he means is that Duncan has moved on.”

“Moved on to where?”

“Just on,” said Bill. Clearly, Artemis looked as confused as she felt, because he continued: “Well, not everyone becomes a ghost when they die. They say that those who do have some kind of unfinished business that’s still tying them to the life they had before death. Once that has been dealt with, they don’t have to keep hanging around.”

“So” - Artemis swallowed - “he’s just gone?”

Though she could not say that she had ever been overly fond of Duncan - he certainly had never been fond of her - she couldn’t help but feel sad that he had gone for good, no matter how Peeves put it.

“Hey,” Bill said, with a sympathetic smile. “Think about it. Duncan was kept here because the Vaults were still around, and now that they’ve been destroyed, he’s been allowed to go on to wherever he needs to go.”

“But-”

“He’s been set free, Artemis. It’s a good thing.”

Bill was right, of course. It was a good thing, being free. Artemis knew that much. Her heart lifted slightly. Maybe she could be free now, too.

“So, does that mean that the Vaults really are gone for good?” she asked, and Bill smirked.

“I can think of a way to find out.”

They left Peeves in the prefects’ bathroom, but instead of returning back down the grand staircase to find the others, they continued to make their way through the fifth floor. When they reached they easternmost corridor, they turned down it until they reached a hole in the wall where there had once been a locked door, several years ago. They stepped through it into the small room with the wall that hid the secret staircase to the first Cursed Vault. Artemis pointed her wand at the wall.

“Revelio!”

Nothing happened. Nothing was there. Scarcely able to believe her own eyes, she looked back to Bill. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and grinned at her, and she at him.

“Good work, Curse-Breaker.”

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Fire and Flame {Part 07 of 09}

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Henderson Reader

Chapter word count: 1.7 K

Summary: Being one of the best cheerleaders from Hawkins High, you never knew a day in which you weren't one of the most popular and wanted girls in school. So, when you get the eye of Eddie Munson and start to spend way too much time with him, the school starts to think you're crazy for hanging out with a Freak... And some people decide to do something about it.

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Lessons

“The answer came from the City Hall.” You tell Eddie at the parking lot, two weeks later, holding back a smile.

“And?” He asks, apprehensive. “C'mon, you're making me nervous.”

Then, the smile breaks through. “They said yes. I can apply for the program, set a date for the exam as soon as I graduate, and if you do graduate with me, I'll have extra points.”

Eddie pulls you against him suddenly, lifting and spinning you around. “I knew it! I knew it.” There are a lot of eyes on you when he finally puts you down, but you don't. “I'll make it. I promise you, I'll study like crazy. I'll do it for you this time.”

It warms your heart. “I'll help you.”

“Congratulations,” Dustin says, and the other guys from the club also come to shake your hand and say something nice. They kinda got used to you at this point.

“Thanks. I'm very excited about this... And nervous.” You admit, walking with the guys down the parking lot. Some start to spread out to go their way.

“First of all, relax. Being nervous won't help you at all.”

“He's right,” Dustin says, nodding. “If anyone can do it, is you. You have been my particular teacher since...” He makes a pause to think. “Since I can remember. You gave me my first Science book.”

Taking a deep breath, you stop by Eddie's car. “You're right.” Looking at Eddie, you smile. “What about I stop by your place? Not to study, just to hang out a bit?” And to kiss you some, you think, but don't say anything. You're not sure how public you can be about it yet.

“Sure. But today, hang out. Next time, you'll be the super hot teacher.” He says in a low voice, but by the reaction, you get from Dustin through the corner of your eyes, you know he heard it.

Laughing, you roll your eyes. “I see you in an hour.” Walking to your car, you wave and blush when he winks at you.

“The two of you are dating or what?” Dustin asks the moment you close he closes the passenger door.

It makes you gasp, as you start the engine. “We're not.”

“You're not.”

“We're not.” Maneuvering out of your parking space, you speed through the lot and start home. “Any other questions?”

“No. Just affirmations.” Dustin mutters. “You're totally making out with him.”

“What?!”

“That's my confirmation.”

“Shut up, Dustin.” You tell him, rolling your eyes.

“I'm not judging.” He says. “He's a nice guy. People just like to paint a very different picture of him, but he's a good guy.”

“I know.”

“Of course, you do, with his tongue on your mouth.”

“Dustin, I can drive and beat you up at the same time, you know that, right?!” He laughs and you slap his arm. He's just messing with you, and you know it, but even still, it makes your skin burn. “Jerk.”

He giggles and so do you, and the chatting goes on until you get home. Dustin has some school work to do with this Science class group, so he just gathers some things and leaves. You take a shower and change, deciding to put on a light blue dress with details on neon pink. It's much of a summer dress, but summer won't be long now. And you're excited about it because it'll bring a lot of amazing changes.

Twenty minutes later you're knocking on Eddie's door, you hear him inside than a low curse, and then the door is pulled open. “My Lady.” He bows, gesturing for you to go inside. Making a small curtesy, you step inside, giggling.

“You alright? I heard you cursing at something.”

“I was just cleaning up and then I was just cleaning myself up from the cleaning up.”

The sentence makes you chuckle. “You're spending way too much time with...” Then, you realize it. It's not with Dustin he's spending too much time with. It's you. And that makes you smile again. “With me. You're getting all weird too.”

“What's wrong with a bit of weird, huh?” He says, and you nod. Eddie steps to the side, and you see a guitar resting on the couch.

“Hey. You can play guitar?”

“Yeah.” He says as you walk over to the couch. “Didn't you know?”

“Of course not, you never told me.” The guitar is dark red, and the shape is amazing, with edges that vaguely remind you of a star. “Could I try to hold it?”

“Sure. You know how?”

“To hold it, yes. Play it... Not really.” Carefully, you pick it up, finding it heavier than you thought it would be.

“Here.” Eddie comes to help and puts the strap over your shoulder as you hold it like you've seen rock stars doing.

“Like this?” Eddie doesn't answer, as he takes a step back to look at you. “What? Am I doing it wrong?”

“No... You look really good.” He says in a low voice, his eyes locked on yours.

“Oh, stop it. It's no big deal.”

“Would you like me to teach you some?” Biting your lip, you're fast to nod. “Alright.” Eddie then moves to stay behind you. “This is the neck. Up here, this is called Nut.” He says, his hand over yours as he guides it through the guitar.” The headstock and the tuning pegs. These bars all over the neck are called frets, and of course, the chords.”

“Mhmm.” You mutter, half paying attention half just feeling his soft, delicate touch and melting at his voice.

“Now, if you put your index finger here, middle here, and ring finger here...” He makes a pause and steps away just to plug something. A faint static noise filled the air, then slowly lowers off. “Now, the guitar pick...” He puts it on your right hand, fixing it on your fingers. “Now play.”

And you do, a bit startled at the sound. “It didn't sound quite right, did it?”

“Not really. Here.” Placing his left hand on top of yours, he put some pressure on your fingertips. “You have to push the chords down, careful not to touch any others. Try again.”

This time, the sound is much clearer, and it makes you smile. “That's better, right?”

“What you just did was a C major. Now...” Eddie moves your fingers down. “D major.” And you play again, noticing how the sound is different. He moves your fingers again, up this time. “And E Major.”

“It all sounds so powerful.” You mutter, just as Eddie moves closer, and you feel his chest on your back.

“It is.” He whispers close to your ear, so close you feel his breath on your skin. “Tell me a song and I'll teach you how to play it.”

“I can't.” You say, taking a deep breath.

“Why not?” Eddie asks, placing a delicate kiss on your neck.

“Because it's really hard to focus right now...”

“And why is that?”

“You're breathing on my neck.” It comes out barely a whisper, but it makes Eddie giggle.

“It's not my fault you smell so good.” Another kiss, this one lingering for a couple of seconds, and it makes your skin tingle. “I really-”

“Mr. Munson?” A voice, followed by knocks on the door, cut him off. “This is an urgent matter regarding Miss (Y/N) Henderson.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you exchange a look with Eddie. Then it clicks. “It's about Jason.”

Eddie helps you put the guitar down before moving to open the door. “Eddie Munson. How can I help?”

“Mr. Munson, I'm officer Elaine Carter, from the Indianapolis PD.” The woman says as you move to the door next to Eddie.

“Bye.” He mutters, closing the door. “Sorry. I should have told you but-”

“I get why you didn't.” You say, moving to sit on the couch. “But I... What am I going to do? Lock the windows? He would just break the glass, or break into my place. I...” Taking a deep breath, you run both hands through your hair. “I don't know what to do. I really think Jason could try to kill one of us. Or just... I don't know... Want to touch me or something. What else could he want breaking into my room at night?”

“Alright, first of all, I'd never let him do anything to you.” Eddie sits next to you, taking both your hands on his. “I'd kill him myself, I swear. And if you don't trust the police to keep you or any of the others safe, we just need a plan until this investigation is done.”

“Like what? Bring everyone here and take watches during the night?”

Eddie narrows his eyes and looks around. “Not here. Trailer houses are way too easy to break in.”

“My place? I'm not sure my mom would just allow me and Dustin to fill it with some random kids.”

“They're not random they're-”

“They'd be random to my mom.” Sighing, you start to think. The ideal would be for your mom to leave town for some time... But if Officer Mills or anyone get to her, she wouldn't leave until it was concluded. So you have to do it fast. “Grandma. She loves when my mom visits her, and when it happens, she manages to convince mom to stay for almost an entire month. Dustin is good at getting grandma to annoy mom so much that she just goes.”

“Sounds like a good plan.”

“Yeah. But it could also make it easier for Jason. To have everyone in one place.”

Eddie smiles, and you shrug, trying to understand the sudden change. “Jason tries anything, we could have the police there like this.” He snaps his fingers. “Caught red-handed.”

That makes you smile too. “Sounds like a fail-safe.”

“Then let's gather the troops and set all this into motion.” Eddie gets up, holding out his hand to you.

Taking it, you get back on your feet. “Good. Because honestly, I don't want to sleep alone tonight.”

His smile brightens. “I plan on being right there with you. And any jerk gets in...” He shows you his fist, the three massive rings shining in the daylight coming through the window. “I'll punch him with these babies until his face becomes liquid.”

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Neopronouns in Action #052: The New Bridge

Neopronouns: ser/sera/raph/seraphim which follow the same rules as he/him/his/himself

Replace he with ser

Replace him with sera

Replace his with raph

Replace himself with seraphim

EX:

"He is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as he gets a fence set up around his yard so the puppy can go outside without him having to walk it. His uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he’s letting him use, since he lost his. He's going to buy toys and train the puppy himself.”

Becomes:

"Ser is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as ser gets a fence set up around raph yard so the puppy can go outside without sera having to walk it. Raph uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he’s letting sera use, since ser lost raph. Ser's going to buy toys and train the puppy seraphim.”

= = =

Raph arm hooked through Dave's for subtle support that ser was exceedingly grateful for, they entered the door of the restauraunt together, with Dave opening the door with his free hand, and leading sera into the dimly-lit, "cozy" steakhouse.

The reception area was full, with a large group of people sitting on a cushioned bench off to the side with two small kids playing together on the floor. Ser expected to be held aside to wait, but to raph surprise, one of the employees, dressed in a black apron with purple trim, came forward to greet them and lead them to a table right away.

Ser shared a puzzled, silent glance with Dave at their good fortune, but they followed the server without question. Ser was assuming that the larger group was still waiting for the rest of their party to show up. Or maybe there weren't enough larger tables to accomodate them yet.

They were led further into the restaraunt past booths and tables of chatting patrons, the sizzle of steaks audible though the brightly lit doorway that clearly led to the kitchen as they walked past it, and the large bar area next to it. Country music played over the speakers.

They were given a booth along the far wall, below a colorful mural of a golden eagle sitting on top of a cactus eating a snake. The waitor excused themselves, saying, "I'll be back to start your drinks in just a minute or two--" and gesturing a circle with their order pad before moving off at a fast-walk. Probably going to help with the large group at the door.

"Yes, that's fine..." Ser said, a bit too late for the waitor to hear sera.

Shaking his head, Dave released raph arm so ser could slide seraphim onto the bench, grateful for the weight it took off raph ankle, and the thick, soft cushion that was gentle against raph still-tender shoulder.

Ser couldn't help but breathe a quiet sigh of releaf now that ser was off raph feet. Dave, sliding onto the bench across from sera, furrowed his brown in concern. "That was really hurting you that much?" He asked, his voice pitched low for privacy depite the fact that most of the table around them were deserted. As far as ser could see, there was only one person sitting even remotely near them, at a table by themselves across the floor.

Did ser really want to admit how much raph ankle was really hurting sera? It felt like knives were twisting in the joint every time ser moved it.

It was with reluctance that ser admitted, "Yeah."

Ser knew it was ridiculous, but some part of sera was insistin that if ser didn't admit how much it hurt, that somehow it wouldn't hurt as much. And that didn't make any sense at all. Admitting how much pain ser was in wouldn't magically make it worse.

But there was another reason ser'd been trying to avoid talking about how much pain ser was in, and it was because discussing raph ankle inevitably led to...

"Lee, I really think you should press charges."

This was exactly what ser had been trying to avoid.

"That's too much effort." Ser said, already tired of the conversation.

Dave knew ser well enough by now to realized that "too much effort" didn't mean what it sounded like.

He folded his hands on the table, tapping his fingers together rhythmically. "Which part is too much effort?" He asked patiently.

Ser slumped back against the seat of the booth. "All of it."

Dave wasn't deterred. "Is it because you're scared Blair'll retaliate?"

Ser shook raph head, regretting the fact that ser was out of ibuprophen. The ache in raph shoulder was slowly becoming more and more part of raph awareness. "No, it's not that. It's – the whole thing. All the paperwork, having to go to court, having to deal with the cops, I just can't do all that."

Dave opened his mouth to respond, but the waitor hustled back at that moment, looking slightly flutstered and hurriedly saying apologetically as they slid a small basket of rolls onto the table, "Sorry about that wait --but my name's Trish, my pronouns are she/her--"

And she gestured to a small black and yellow pin that ser hadn't noticed until now on her lapel-- "and I'll be serving you today. Just be careful with the rolls, they're fresh out of the oven, and I mean right out of the oven, so they'll be really hot."

Considering ser had been eying them since ser saw them, the warning was appreciated. Ser could see the steam rolling up away from them.

"Can I get you two started with some drinks?" Trish the waitor asked.

"I'll take a sweet tea with lemon." Dave said, at almost the same time that ser said, "I'll have a root beer."

Trish the waitor laughed a little, clearly nervous, but waved them off when they both opened their mouths again to apologize. "So one root beer and one sweet tea with lemon?"

After glancing at Dave to make sure he wasn'tgoing to say the same thing, ser affirmed, "Yes, please."

"Alright. And would you like any appetizers today? Today we've got a special on the onion rings, and we also have mozzarella sticks, and fried okra."

Ser was splurging with raph tax return, so, as ser'd planned with Dave ahead of time on the drive over, ser got an order of the mozzarella sticks, an an order of onion rings for seraphim, (they were good cold), and then another order of onion rings for Dave, who'd never had them cold, but was curious enough to try, especially because ser was paying for it.

Dave ordered some kind of steak with a baked potato and fries, and ser got the fried catfish, with a baked sweet potato and mashed potatos.

Trish the waitor raised her eyebrows when they were done, and said with a smile, "Wow, you guys must be hungry today!" Then read their order back to them to make sure it was right, and went off to get their drinks.

Ser reached out for the bread basket, and immediately had to snatch raph fingers back at the heat. She really hadn't been exaggerating.

Seeing Dave watch sera, ser made an exaggerated grimacing pout, and Dave shook his head in amusement. "Just don't burn yourself." He said, "And you can have them all, by the way, I never cared for them."

Ser pretended to gasp in horror, then turned it into an evil laugh – "Mwahaha, more for me then!" And ser gladly pulled the basket over to raph side of the table. Still too hot to eat, though.

"And, look." Ser said, sacrificing the tips of raph fingers to tear one of the rolls in half so it would cool down faster, "We can talk about...that...after we're done eating, alright? This is the first time I've been in a restaraunt in five years. I just want to be able to enjoy good food I didn't have to make myself, deal?"

Propping his hands up under his chin as he watched sera rip more of the rolls in half, ser didn't miss the affectionate smile on his face. "Deal." He said.

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