#wc: 652

[inhobe]

inho performs "bang!" and on next gen for the final time outfit inspiration 1 | line distribution

after weeks of learning new songs, interacting with new people, and being forced out of his comfort zone, next gen was about to come to an end. all that was left was for all of them to perform their original songs. inho felt proud of himself for getting this far in the competition, especially when he hadn't planned on doing any of this. when the audition happened, he fully expected not to get through, then he did. next he expected to be eliminated immediately, but here he was on the live stage.

the final song they'd been given was definitely up his alley. it seemed like "adrenaline" was definitely a challenge the judges wanted to see him face, and he failed in their eyes. now he had to redeem himself.

practice with the team was interesting, to say the least. there was so much tension and conflict between multiple members. inho felt okay where he stood with the others, he got along with all of them. it was best to stay out of the drama. he'd happily listen to members vent, but he wasn't going to join in on everything. it helped keep him focused on the performance.

inho stayed focused during practice. ren had chosen him for the high note, and he wasn't going to mess it up. he worked with the coaches on it, ensuring he found a balance of not overdoing anything, but also ensuring the note was impressive, as it should be.

sadly he couldn't only sing all of practice. so he focused on dancing too. inho still had room to improve, always, but his dancing had come a long way. it was important to practice as a team but also with individuals, and on his own. so he did. he took the feedback and did his best with it. and he felt good about how the performance aspect of the choreography and facial expressions had turned out.

he was even more determined to do everything he could to perform well knowing inhye, his little sister would be in the crowd. he couldn't disappoint her.

that was one of the thoughts rolling through his head as the "bang!" team was stepping on stage. it was time to kill it. inho let himself glance at the audience and it warmed his head to see his little sister standing with two of his friends who agreed to bring her for him, a homemade sign in her hands made to support him. god he loved that little girl so much, he'd do anything to see her happy.

as the music began, he locked in, and was focused back on the performance.

even if their team didn't fully get along, they performed well together. they moved well together on stage. the choreography wasn't anything too wild, but inho still couldn't help but feel great as he moved through the song, singing during his team.

everything was going perfectly for his parts so well, executing lines and dance moves appropriately. little by little everything was leading up to the high note at the end of the song.

he'd talked with ren about stepping out of choreo earlier, but inho decided against stepping out any earlier than was put in the song for him. it took a lot of practice but he got his breath control under support. he could do this.

when it was his time to hit the note, inho felt like everything was falling into place as the note left his mouth and flowed through the speaker. he did it. no random voice cracks, he had plenty of air to support. as the note ended, he seamlessly joined the dance again until the song was done.

as he stood, once more he glanced towards where inhye was, holding in his smile as she jumped and clapped and cheered.

even if he didn't win, he'd met his goal of making her proud.

[lgcwenjun]

WORKSHOP 002 ... interview !

ah this is... this is nerve wrecking. just as he thinks that he's doing a little better with interviews, he's hit with a one-to-one meeting. his throat feels a little dry, actually. but he tells himself that it should be fine. he blinks and takes a seat, looking at the coach in front of him.

he's asked a few questions, and wenjun does his best to reply them as coherently as he can.

what do you think are your strengths right now?

"right now...?" he thinks about it for a moment. strengths... what exactly is wenjun good at? he knows for a fact that acting, modeling or variety is something he can't do very well, so he shifts that out of his mind. though performance... "my singing, performance... and dancing..." he says, but he's not too confident as he lists out the last skill. "i think i've improved quite a bit on my dancing... and i'm a little better at it now than when i first joined the company." he doesn't dare say above average, never really being one to bask in his confidence. but if he had to pick a few skills – it would be that.

what are three skills that you would like to work on in the next few months?

"modeling, korean and music composition!" he answers quickly. truth be told it's something he's thought of before, what exactly he'd like to do and what he'd like to bring to his future team. "i think it's important to be a good singer, but i'd like to work on other parts of being an idol too... i've been really interested in modeling, i'd like to get better at that," he says, "and if i want to debut in korea... i'll have to work on my korean. i think it's getting better but it still doesn't feel good enough. i want to be really good at it, to the point that i can express myself without feeling too nervous," he admits to his coach. "and music composition is something i've always liked doing! i feel like i've fallen behind on that, so it would be nice if i could work more on it."

if given a chance, what types of gigs would you be interested in participating?

if given a chance? wow. wenjun would like to try a variety of things. he thinks about it for a moment, wonders if it's okay to be a little greedy. but they're asking so... who is he to keep his dreams to himself? "i'd like to try modeling... endorsing a brand would be a dream come true! i think it's important for an idol to be good at a variety of things, and modeling and carrying yourself feels like an important part of the job," he explains himself. and one more... one more gig? "variety shows too! i really enjoyed the family outing we had with the seniors, i'd like to experience more of that in the future. i think it would be fun to be on variety shows and try different things. it would feel like a way to get closer to the people who support me as well..."

during your time here in legacy, what are some of the lessons that you’ve learned about yourself?

lessons that he's learned about himself? wenjun has to pause to think. he's never been one to truly look into who he is as a person. he bites on his lower lip – ah. nknd. "to be more confident," he finally says. "i've always been... quiet? meek?" he continues, "not very sure of my own ability. but the trainees here have helped me realize that to do well, i have to believe that i can do it. it's something that i'm still working on myself, but i think i'm slowly getting better..." wenjun thinks back to the advice he'd been given. not to sell himself short.

[sleepychenle]

wc: 652. genre: fluff. tags: roomate!chenle, he is a menance but also a sulky guy. ft jaemin and hyuck. requested. [a/n]: my first request :,) this was fun to write hehe. i hope you like it!! masterlist

it all started with the simplest and most random things. “what are you doing?” you jump as you feel chenle, your roomate, resting his chin on your shoulder. but you try not to appear startled. as you shrug, his weight is still there. you turn to face him. why is he so close? “just… doing homework” you try to brush off his proximity and switch back your focus to your laptop.

he lifts his head, replacing his chin for his hands, massaging your back softly. “let me know if you need help” he says casually. “we are majoring completely different things though…” you chuckle at his nonsense. “still, ask me. i’m sure i can investigate about it and try to solve it” and just like that, he left you stunned in the living room. when did he start to be so considerate? … jaemin chuckles as chenle sneakily starts placing his own strawberries on your plate. you suddenly look down while he’s at it “are you trying to steal my strawberries?” you ask. he freezes, spoon hovering midair and his mouth slightly parted. “he was actually giving you his” jaemin smirks as he gives him a knowing look. “aw you’re so sweet, thank you” you look at him with a warm smile. “uh… y-yeah, no problem” he mutters scratching the back of his neck while his eyes dart away. … “what was all that?” you ask him as you walk to your shared apartment. “what was what?” he says acting clueless, but his sulky demeanor gives him away. “i dont know, maybe the way you tried to so subtly separate me from hyuck before?” “oh, that…” he takes a deep breath and continues “i just thought he was getting a bit too touchy” he tries to sound nonchalant. “why do you care though?” “just… can you not do it in front of me? or not at all” he mumbles the last part, pouting slightly and hoping you won’t catch it. … but as time went on, it became more obvious— more annoying. you were running late, your stuff everywhere. “chenle have you seen my blush?” he lifts his head to look how you sprint to the bathroom. he gets up from the couch to help you find it. weird. even if he knew where it was, he would normally just let you find it by yourself, enjoying the sight of you stressed. but surprisingly, not today. “you mean this one?” he says holding it in his hand for you to see. you peek your head out of the bathroom to check. “yes! that one, thank you so much” you say running back to him. “you know, a ‘thank you’ is not really enough” he cooes with that evil smirk you know so well and you sigh. of course he would be like that. “i don’t have time for this, just give me it” you jump, trying to grab it but he’s holding it out of your reach. somehow, in one of your landings you slip and that makes you lose balance. he is quick to hold you by your waist, preventing you from falling. but again, you end up being too close to him. “careful there, y/n” he squeezes your sides before letting go. a beautiful pink hue now starting to rise in your cheeks. “there, you dont need it anymore” he smiles innocently. … so you finally decided to ask him. “chenle, what’s going on with you?” you say serious, wanting to know why had he been acting weird this whole time. “okay fine! i like you” “oh, i thought you were just trying to find innovating ways to annoy me” he gives you a deadpan look. “i take it back” you laugh but he is already leaving. “wait! let me tell you that i do too at least!” you yell as you run after him.

[bradleysass]

intricate - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 652

The campus library was unusually quiet for a Tuesday afternoon, sunlight filtering in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long golden streaks across their shared table. Regulus barely noticed. His eyes were glued to the open textbook in front of him, his fingers methodically flipping through annotated pages. A half-eaten sandwich sat beside him, forgotten in favor of legal doctrines and case precedents. His highlighter hovered over a passage, unmoving, as he read the same paragraph for the third time, struggling to commit it to memory.

Across from him, James Potter was equally lost in his own world, mumbling to himself as his pen scratched furiously across a large sketchpad. His dark curls were an absolute mess, one hand occasionally running through them as he squinted at his notes, muttering half-formed ideas under his breath. Every so often, he would take a bite of the wrap precariously balanced on the edge of his workspace, never quite breaking his rhythm. His foot tapped under the table, an absent-minded motion that betrayed the rapid fire of thoughts moving through his mind.

Their lunches together were rare but consistent. Stolen moments of quiet companionship amidst the chaos of law school and architecture. Neither spoke much—not out of discomfort, but out of necessity. Their minds were elsewhere, immersed in two completely different worlds. Yet, they gravitated towards each other in these brief hours of shared silence, as if some unspoken agreement had been made. There was comfort in the presence of another person who understood that silence didn’t always need to be filled.

Regulus paused in his reading, his attention drifting from the fine print of his textbook to the intricate scrawl of designs on James’ paper. He watched as James tilted the page slightly, chewing absently on the end of his pen, still murmuring about structure, load distribution, and aesthetic balance. His fingers traced the edges of the page, as if mentally correcting an unseen flaw. A second notebook lay open beside him, filled with calculations that Regulus could only vaguely make sense of.

Curiosity got the better of him. Leaning forward, Regulus studied the drawing properly—the sweeping curves and sharp angles, the way every detail seemed meticulously considered yet effortlessly sketched. The design sprawled across the page, clearly something elaborate, something challenging. He recognized certain elements from buildings they’d passed on walks together, architectural details James had stopped to admire, quietly explaining why they stood out to him.

“That’s such an intricate design,” he remarked, breaking the quiet for the first time in over an hour.

James startled slightly at the voice, looking up from his sketch as if he’d forgotten Regulus was there. Then a lopsided grin spread across his face, warm and boyish. “Yeah? D’you think so?”

Regulus nodded, fingers tracing the air above the page, not quite touching. “It’s ambitious.”

James snorted. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Regulus tilted his head, lips twitching. “No. It suits you.”

James watched him for a beat longer, as if trying to decipher something, before leaning back in his chair with a small chuckle. “I think I should make it bigger,” he said thoughtfully. “More dramatic. Maybe add a courtyard.”

Regulus hummed, tilting his head as he took in the sketch again. “A courtyard would add symmetry,” he mused, surprising himself with how easily he considered the idea. “Or at least balance out the structure.”

James beamed at him, like he’d just handed him a rare gift. “Exactly what I was thinking.”

For a moment, James just looked at him—dark eyes flickering with something fond, something easy. Then, as if deciding the conversation had reached a natural conclusion, he turned back to his sketchpad and continued his work, only this time, a little softer. And Regulus, unable to ignore the strange warmth in his chest, returned to his textbook, their quiet companionship resuming as if it had never been broken.

[gloomwitchwrites]

Task Force 141 Imagines & What If...Series

Prompt: Kitchen Quickies

Find the main masterlist HERE

** Indicates Community Label

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick [wc: 957] **

Tries to keep his cool as you get on your knees.

John Price [ wc: 948 ] **

So what that you already have two kids? He wants to make a third.

John "Soap" MacTavish [wc: 652] **

He only wants a few minutes to worship his woman.

Simon "Ghost" Riley [wc: 696] **

You're being a tease, and Simon bends you over the kitchen table.

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[kennys-partner]

Breakfast

Kenpachi x reader

Due to @ninaskylight and the post of his fangs, those images brought this piece.

WC: 652

Warning: first time smut writer, not proofread. Feel free to leave feedback!

Kenpachi was known for his intense appearance and dominating presence. Living with him as his partner, meant also growing accustomed to the heavy presence, constantly around. Yet in slumber, he seemed to be a bear in hibernation, upon rising, so has the beast. 

Kenpachi was not the early riser compared to you, as you tended to get up to make breakfast for you too, along with setting things up for the day, so he was surprised to see you still unmoving. He glanced towards your blank face, mouth slightly agape snoring softly, one arm crossing your chest. The blanket had shifted down exposing your chest to the cool air of the morning, leaving pebbled skin in its wake.

He shifted upwards, leaning over licking a long stripe up the middle of your chest. His long diligent tongue prodded at your raised nipples, giving a soft tug between his fangs. This elicited a small stir splaying out your limbs further. 

“I guess I’ll have to have my own breakfast this morning.” He chuckles as he lowers the blanket from you, uncovering your barely clothed body. Rather than basking in the beauty of your body, he acknowledged his own hunger and dove right between your legs. He slowly pulled down the minimal clothes covering your cunt, and let out a low growl. 

He dove right in spreading your pussy and using his long tongue the best way he knew how. He slowly licked from your opening up to your clit, flicking his tongue and slightly nibbling on it.

The sucking along with his teeth applying pressure was just enough to stir you awake from under him.

As your eyes slowly fluttered open, he looked up smirking, this is gonna be fun. 

He brought his tongue back down to your entrance prodding you, until he decided to wake you further. As you felt the pressure of his tongue enter your cunt, your eyes opened in an almost dreamy state, catching his gaze with just the look of bliss and satisfaction he had to offer. He offered more force, roughly lapping at you with his nose pressing and rubbing against your clit. When the sound of a moan breached your lips, he couldn’t hold himself back from groaning into you, causing an extra wave of pleasure from the vibrations. As he continued, he wrapped an arm around your hips pressing down, ensuring restraint so you can’t escape. 

He moved on, licking and sucking on your clit, making your back arch towards the ceiling and to his displeasure, covering your face. He splayed his hand and arm across your stomach to hold you still while slowly circling your entrance with his finger gathering enough slick, and pushing into you. The slick was just pouring out so he instinctively added another finger in and did not hold back, pumping fast and hard while harshly sucking on your clit. You tried to thrash against him, but his strength was too much. He pulled back and moved his thumb to keep ministrations on your clit while admiring the contortion of your face as he continued. 

He moved his fingers faster across you wanting to taste everything you had to offer. He slipped his tongue across you again wanting to devour you until he was satisfied, and he never was. He kept going taking little nips at your hip and clit, to make you shiver more as you trembled. “K-Kennyyy!” you screamed his name as you came all over his mouth, shaking trying to close your legs around his head as he moaned into you more, enjoying the tightness of your legs around his head. He continued with more flicks of his tongue enjoying the tremble that continued through your body. He slowly pulled away as you shook worse looking close to passing back out.

He chuckled, licking his mouth, “You are the best breakfast. I should have you every morning.”

[steddieas-shegoes]

teach me your kingly ways

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'platonic stobin' rated m wc: 652 cw: referenced sexual activities tags: established steddie, awkward robin, buckingham

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"You can't be seriously telling me that if I just walk up to her and ask her out that will work," Robin let her face fall into her hands.

"That's exactly what I'm telling you," Steve said. "It worked on him."

Steve gestured over to where Eddie was nodding along to something Chrissy was saying to him, fond smile on his face.

"That doesn't count!"

"Are you trying to say Eddie's easy?" Steve folded his arms across his chest. "Because it took me another six weeks just to get his shirt off."

"I'm saying he was already in love with you when you asked so obviously he was gonna say yes!" Robin started throwing her arms around as she ranted, forgetting that the object of her desires was standing not too far away. "Chrissy hasn't given me any sign that she likes me and she probably doesn't because I've been throwing signals left and right. I can only tell a girl she looks beautiful so many times before it becomes creepy, dingus!"

"Robs, does she know you're into women?" Steve sighed, starting to get frustrated with Robin's inability to make a move. "Or does she think you're just being a good friend?"

"I can't just tell her I'm into women! Then she'll know."

Steve threw his arms up.

"I hate to break it to you, but if you ever want to touch her boobies, you're definitely gonna have to tell her you like women. Or at least make sure she knows it's not platonic booby touching."

"Please stop saying boobies."

"If you ask her out, I'll stop," Steve smirked, nudging Robin's arm. "I might even offer to go on a double date so it's less awkward for you. Ease you into things."

"Oh, how chivalrous," Robin rolled her eyes. "That doesn't help me, Steve. I'd just be worried that you and Eddie would be so in love and Chrissy would expect me to be smooth or something and I'm not-"

"Hey Robbie," Chrissy was suddenly standing in front of them, beaming at Robin. "Eddie said something you needed to ask me before I head out?"

Steve's head shot over to Eddie, who gave a finger wave and then turned towards the kitchen like he hadn't just made bigger moves than Robin and Steve combined.

"Oh, did he?" Robin chuckled nervously. "I-"

"Oh yeah! The thing!" Steve smacked his own forehead. "Remember? You were gonna ask her to go to that place with you?"

Robin looked like she was about to kill him or pass out, in that order.

"Right, the place."

"What place?" Chrissy looked excited.

Steve threw Robin a thumbs up as he backed away.

"Oh, um, you know that new restaurant downtown? They have these fusion salads that sounded like the ones you make at home and figured maybe you'd wanna go? With me? Sometime?"

It wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst.

Steve nodded in encouragement as Robin looked at him.

"I didn't know they opened already! I saw they have this plum salad with a ginger vinaigrette, and it sounds so good. I'd love to go!"

"Um, awesome!" Robin stood up straighter. "And it's okay that it's...just us?"

Chrissy leaned in and whispered something in Robin's ear, leaving her face bright red when she pulled away.

"Bye guys!" Chrissy turned and yelled to Steve and Eddie, who was standing beside him watching.

"Why does Robin look like she's gonna black out?" Steve asked Eddie.

"Probably because Chrissy just told her they could hang out at her place after."

"So you've been working that angle this whole time," Steve leaned his head on Eddie's shoulder. "Impressive."

"You should go check on her, she looks pale."

"She's in shock, she just needs a minute."

"Steve!"

"Be right there!" Steve turned to give Eddie a quick kiss on the lips. "Love you, you meddler."

"I come by it honestly, sweetheart."

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

omgomg okay you have to hear me out i’m having a moment rn😭…

tangerine x reader where reader is like insecure about something and he’s just like girl wtf i love you what do you mean???

i will drop to my knees and cry happy tears if u can make this work😔

hii!! I love this🥹 I haven’t had many tan requests for a while, I was worried you guys stopped liking him😭 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

reassurance

tangerine x f reader

wc || 652

warnings || none? just fluff

masterlist & taglist

Some days, you felt comfortable within yourself. Others, not so much. Unfortunately, today was one of those days. 

Tangerine had reserved a table at a nice restaurant outside the city for tonight's date. He'd always make a deal about it, buy you flowers, compliment you, pull your chair out, all the other chivalrous acts he does so well. Dates like these were something you did regularly, but tonight, you did not want to go. You didn't even want to leave the house. 

You wanted to stick it out, do it for your boyfriend. You knew these dates meant a lot to him, so you didn't want to disappoint him. 

You finish up in the shower, wringing the water from your hair as you walk into your joint bedroom. You aimlessly flick through the dresses in your wardrobe, seeing if anything catches your interest, but nothing does. You don't want to wear any of them. Recently you've been feeling a little more insecure than usual, so the thought of going out tonight was not something you could stomach.

You sit down at the edge of the bed and allow yourself some time to calm down, some moments to reassure yourself, but when you glance at the mirror opposite you, all that goes out the window.

"Honey?" Tangerine calls out behind the door, "We gotta be there at eight. You nearly ready?" 

"Okay," you reply flatly, mentally scolding yourself. "Yeah, ready soon," you lie, raking your fingers through your wet hair.

"You alright?" he asks, his tone soft.

"Yeah," you lie again, patting yourself dry with the towel.

"Don't sound like it. Can I come in?" Tangerine questions, not fully believing you.

"Um- I'm naked," you say, panicked.

He lightly laughs from behind the door. "I'm sure I'll manage. Can I come in? I want to see you,"

"Yeah," you mumble in defeat.

"You're not ready," he says, his tone sounding like a question as he stares at you.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry," you reply, avoiding his gaze. "Don't need that long," you partially lie.

"What's going on?" he asks, noticing the uneasy expression on your face.

You shrug indifferently. "Nothing," lie.

"No, I recognise that face," he frowns, walking towards you. "What's going on, sweetheart?" he asks softly, kneeling between your legs. 

You shrug once more, deterring from his admiration-filled gaze.

"Love..." he gently pushes, his hands sweetly circling your bare knee.

"I feel ugly," you mutter, staring at the door to avoid his soft blue eyes.

"What?" his head cocks, his features pulling together, looking as though he's confused. "Ugly?"

You don't respond. You meekly nod as you fidget with your fingers. 

"Why would you think that?" he questions, his tone full of sincerity. He props himself higher so that his face is in line with yours. His warm palms cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. "Don't ever talk about yourself that way again, you hear me? You are beyond beautiful," his words are firm yet tender, his softened eyes locked on yours. "You are so beautiful," he kisses the tip of your nose. 

He pulls away. His fingers brush the wet strands behind your ear with his eyes focused on you as if you're the most precious thing in the world. "That why you don't want to go out?" he asks, sounding like he knew the answer.  

"Sorry,"

"No, love. Don't be," he smiles. "I'll cancel," he says matter-of-factly, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. "I don't want you doing something you don't want to. We can get McDonald's for all I care," he chuckles, trying to ease you.

"Really?"

"Really," he nods before kissing you. "Can't be fucked to wear a suit and be around a bunch of posh pricks anyway,"

You snicker, already feeling better about the situation.

"Put on some joggers or summat. And we'll get a maccies?" he offers, sweetly smiling at you.

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[sonics-atelier]

𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Summary: Lucius Malfoy may be a stoic, battle-scarred aristocrat, but Narcissa cracks the code: no need for deep talks when strategic hand-holding and well-placed kisses do the trick.

WC: 652 Words. Read On AO3 or below the cut.

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Lucius Malfoy does not speak of his scars.

Not the ones that mar his skin—thin, pale remnants of battles fought in darkness—nor the ones etched deeper, beneath the surface, where words and silence alike have left their wounds. He is not a man given to confessions, nor is he one for sentimentality.

But Narcissa has never needed words to understand him.

She has always known that love, for Lucius, is something unspoken, something built in the quiet, in the spaces between what is said and what is done.

It is in the way he watches her as she brushes her hair at night, his gaze tracing each golden strand with something dangerously close to reverence.

It is in the way his hand finds hers beneath the dinner table, his thumb gliding over her knuckles—a touch so fleeting, so subtle, that no one else would even notice.

It is in the way he stands between her and the world, always, as though his very presence alone can shield her from harm.

. . .

The First Scar

The first time she notices, truly notices, one of his scars, it is a summer evening, and the manor is bathed in the last light of the setting sun.

Lucius is reading in the drawing room, a glass of brandy untouched at his side. His coat has been discarded, his sleeves rolled up—a rare sight, one that Narcissa pauses to admire from the doorway. But it is not his elegance that holds her attention.

It is the scar—a thin, silvered line running along his forearm, disappearing beneath the cuff of his shirt.

She says nothing at first, only crosses the room, settling gracefully beside him on the settee. It is only when she reaches out—fingertips ghosting over the mark—that Lucius stills.

His jaw tightens. “It is old.”

“I know.”

He does not flinch, but she can feel the tension in him, the way he is bracing for something—pity, perhaps, or worse, a demand for explanations.

She gives him neither.

Instead, she simply lifts his hand to her lips, pressing the lightest of kisses to his wrist.

Lucius exhales, slow and measured. And then, after a long moment, his fingers curl around hers, holding on.

. . .

The Second Scar

The second time, it is in the dead of night.

Lucius wakes to the feeling of Narcissa’s warmth beside him, the scent of her hair, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breath. But there is something else, too—something deliberate in the way her hand drifts over his chest, her fingertips tracing the faint scar that runs just below his collarbone.

“A war wound,” he murmurs, voice still heavy with sleep.

Narcissa hums softly, shifting so that she can press a slow, lingering kiss against the mark.

“A reminder,” she corrects, lips brushing against his skin. “That you came back to me.”

Lucius does not speak, but his hand finds the small of her back, pulling her closer.

She takes it as the answer it is.

. . .

The Unseen Scars

But the worst wounds are never the ones left on the skin.

There are nights when Lucius does not sleep. Nights when the weight of everything—the choices he has made, the ghosts that refuse to fade—settles upon him like a shadow.

On these nights, Narcissa does not ask him what haunts him.

She does not tell him that it is over, that they have survived, that the past cannot reach them here.

She simply reaches for him, anchoring him in the only way that matters.

Sometimes, it is as simple as the warmth of her hand against his. Other times, it is the soft murmur of his name, spoken in the dark—a reminder, a reassurance, a promise.

And always, always, Lucius turns toward her.

For if he carries scars, then so does she. And together, they have learned to bear them.

. . .

- @sonics-atelier 2025 ( do not repost or reuse in any way, shape or form )

[too-destiny-panda]

Wyllvember Day 13: Gale

A/N: As promised, today's part. Once again I'm sorry for the late posting of the previous Day, hopefully I will stay on schedule from now on. Prompt credits go to @sagscrib, and I'm additionally tagging @commander-yinello WC: 652

Magic is a wondrous thing. It can heal, create, modify, destroy, and hurt. It can do many things, no wonder some people become dependant on it. The Blade of Frontiers liked to think he wasn’t dependant on the powers he was granted by Mizora, he was after all trained in the art of the blade from a young age and spent enough time with the cream of the top to develop a silver tongue, so he wasn’t defenceless if his magic left him for whatever reason. Even if said magic was practically the only reason he did so much good. However it may be, magic wasn’t his only talent or only offense. He was certainly no wizard or sorcerer. Come to think of it, he hadn’t met many, unless you count trying to take someone down under the vast umbrella of ‘meeting’.

Which made him all the more curious about Gale. He had heard tales about the renowned Gale of Waterdeep, though they had diminished since his sudden refusal to venture far away from his tower, and if so, he vanished for weeks on end before repeating the cycle. His powers were lesser than described, but Wyll’s were as well, the tadpoles taking away their skilly earned through hard work and numerous talents they possessed before being infected.

The two legends in the making were similar in many aspects and vastly different in others. They both shared a similar moral compass, both were used to being able to persuade others into vanquishing information, both were self-assured, they shared similar tastes when it came to wine, and they were both magic users. On the other hand, Gale had likely never touched a sword before, Wyll never spent hours studying ancient texts in a library, and their views on gods were also dissimilar. But they got along extremely well, though it was apparent that the Blade was a far more social creature than the former archmage.

When Gale’s condition had been revealed, he was quick to voice his opinion on the matter, refusing to leave Gale to wander all alone, especially not with the worms lodged in their brains. Both were relieved that Tav had decided to let him stay. They didn’t mention the incident again, but that night’s dinner was especially delicious (or as delicious as it could be with the supplies they had).

However, it was clear that Gale’s way of proving himself was to make himself as useful as possible, even to his own detriment. One time, Wyll had to practically wrestle the ladle from the man, gently but firmly telling him to rest and to let someone else take care of dinner for once while he relaxed. The wizard very reluctantly agreed, though he sulked for a while, before realizing the younger man meant no harm and that he wasn’t implying he didn’t do a good enough job with cooking.

When Elminster came and delivered his message, the Blade of Frontiers bristled in his corner. His opinion on the Gods was mostly neutral, because even though they never helped him, that wasn’t the case for others, so who was he to tell them who to put their faith in? But to ask someone to kill themselves? Someone whose only mistake was trying to prove his love and devotion when his goddess withdrew from him without explanation? That was a demand going too far. It pained him greatly that Gale was even considering doing it, but it was up to him and the rest of his closer friends to dissuade him from such a gruesome fate.

Because at the end of the day, the biggest similarity between the two of them was that they were spurned by the most important people in their life due to actions they believed to be good, actions they have lived with until now, and if fate wills it, will live with for decades to come.

[celestriahq]

* 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 ! welcome to the city of celestria, ilysia darkthorne, jingfei zhao, juliette cromwell, ever fairfrost + hex spellcaster. cherry, emm + tink please have your account turned in within 48 hours and don't forget to check out the checklist + follow everyone on the blogroll. the following are now taken : lee jieun, ju jingyi, greta onieogou, tom blyth, peter gadiot, a zhao princess ( siren high court ), fairfrost lord ( ice fae, lower noble) + lux firebloom's arranged fiance wc

⋆ lee jieun, 652, cis - woman, she/her — did you see ilysia darkthorne walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the malakim is known to be resilient and materialistic, but who knows if that’s true. the boutique owner seems to fit the vibe of the sweet scent of white gardenia and green pear, an icy condescending smile, a warm cup of jasmine tea clutched in perpetually cold hands, & black velvet paired with white lace ⁑ ooc cherry, 30, est, she/her

⋆ ju jingyi, 150, female, she/her — did you see princess jingfei zhao walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the siren is known to be compassionate and stubborn, but who knows if that’s true. the professional dancer seems to fit the vibe the scent of fresh lilacs, oversized hoodies during the fall & moving gracefully when ever she dances ⁑ emm, 25+, est, she/her

⋆ greta onieogou, 250, female, she/her — did you see juliette cromwell walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the lion shifter is known to be hard working and insecure, but who knows if that’s true. the bar & grill owner seems to fit the vibe of a pot of fresh coffee in the morning, hair in a messy bun sometimes & a smile as bright as the sun ⁑ emm, 25+, est, she/her

⋆ tom blyth, 28, cis male, he/him — did you see ever fairfrost walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the fae (court of ice) is known to be proper and pensive, but who knows if that’s true. the lord seems to fit the vibe of snowflakes clinging to long lashes, bitterly cold hands with frostbitten fingertips, books and papers stacked precariously on a bedside table, untamable blond curls ⁑ tink, 21+, pst, she/her(for lux firebloom's arranged fiancé connection)

⋆ peter gadiot, 38, cis male, he/him — did you see hex spellcaster walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the witch is known to be free-spirited and adaptable, but who knows if that’s true. the bar owner seems to fit the vibe of long nimble fingers bedecked in silver rings with colorful stones, potion bottles lining the shelves of a dusty pantry, alcohol burning its way down your throat, and easy laughter falling from between your lips ⁑ tink, 21+, pst, she/her

[seiwas]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 gojo satoru

࿔ conversations on love [series. ongoing. 42.0k wc. post-canon-divergent. slow burn. friends to lovers. includes some nsfw.] ···· in every instance of love, gojo finds you. features: do you believe in love? ; tell me about love (show me how) ; so this is what it means to be in love ; these traces of love, they outline you, and more!

࿔ do you know what love is like? [mini-series. ongoing. 2.1k wc. ongoing. canon-adjacent. slow burn. friends to lovers. sfw.] ···· the almost's of when you and gojo nearly get together, but don't. *within the events of 'conversations on love'.

࿔ see me through the morning glow [one-shot. 1.0k wc. domestic bliss. established relationship. fluff. suggestive.] ···· you and gojo have a slow morning.

࿔ here's to hoping (cause i can't stop calling) [one-shot. 1.1k wc. ex!gojo. mild angst. ambiguous ending. sfw.] ···· gojo calls, and you spend it half-wishing you weren’t broken up. 

⤳ drabbles & blurbs:

࿔ 11:49 p.m. [blurb. <500 wc. canon-adjacent. established relationship. hurt/comfort. sfw.] ···· you make gojo feel small.

࿔ by expensive tiles and elite gym pools [drabble. 935 wc. non-canon au. pro-swimmer!satoru. established relationship. fluff. sfw.] ···· you visit gojo during one of his training sessions for his upcoming swim meet.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 fushiguro megumi

࿔ by your passenger seat [mini-series. complete. 7.2k wc. non-curse au. early-mid 20's megumi. friends to lovers. sfw.] ···· it's always you and megumi on the drive.

࿔ milestone collab with @stellamancer prompt: peel back the layers of me, on purpose or accidentally + “i’m not stopping— not now, not ever.” [one-shot. 1.8k wc. post-canon-divergent. ambiguous relationship. angst, hurt/comfort. sfw.] ···· in the aftermath of everything, megumi is barely surviving.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 nanami kento

࿔ if art can be touched, will you let me hold you? [one-shot. 7.2k wc. non-canon au. sculptor!reader. strangers to friends to lovers. hurt/comfort. fluff. nsfw.] ···· you press love into each piece of art you create, and nanami wonders if you’ve ever been loved that way.

࿔ i'll be good to you (you were good to me) [two-shot. 3.3k wc. canon-adjacent. ex!nanami. angst. slight nsfw.] ···· it takes three calls, and then—

1. i'll be good to you [1.5k wc. drunk call. angst. sfw.] ···· nanami’s half-hoping you call a fourth time. 2. (you were good to me) [2.8k wc. character death. angst. slight nsfw.] ···· nanami counts his chances and bets on this last one.

⤳ drabbles & blurbs:

࿔ papa nanami [blurb. <500 wc. girl dad nanami. established relationship. fluff. sfw.] ···· tan or pink? tan or pink… tan or pink. nanami can't choose.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 geto suguru

࿔ tell me the rules—let's play it again [two-shot. 1.2k. non-canon au. college au. fuckboy!suguru. fwb to lovers. nsfw.] ···· it's a game and you're being played.

1. tell me the rules— [652 wc. fuckboy!suguru. strangers to fwb. nsfw.] ···· suguru's confident this is a game he'll never lose. 2. —let's play it again [1.6k. fuckboy!suguru. fwb to lovers. hurt/comfort, fluff. nsfw.] ···· you don’t see why this good thing should end, so you negotiate. 

⤳ drabbles & blurbs:

࿔ that suspended in-between [blurb. <500 wc. crushes and attraction. pre-established relationship. fluff. sfw.] ···· suguru looks at you and thinks he could tell you everything.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 kamo choso

࿔ grow on me like a dog loved fondly [series. ongoing. 1.0k. non-canon au. animal shelter employee choso x flower shop owner reader. slow burn. neighbours to friends to lovers. sfw.] ···· your regular to the flower shop is more than what he seems.

1. prologue [1.0k. awkward first conversations. sfw.] ···· you learn something about your regular to the flower shop.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 itadori yuuji

࿔ it's a match! [one-shot. 1.8k. non-canon au. athletic trainer yuuji. dating apps. sfw.] ···· the guy you match with on a dating app is too good to be true.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 fushiguro toji

࿔ big gym energy (is this my fantasy?) [one-shot. 2.0k. non-canon au. college student reader. age-gap. kind of crack. sfw.] ···· who would have thought the rippest DILF in all of Japan would get you to go to the gym everyday?

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[seungcheolrk]

five foot shorter.

november 2019: learning ‘chuck’ choreography & modifications to ‘boom boom’.

( tw !! self deprecation, suffocation )

it seems as if every month they have to make changes to something he’s already learnt, something he’s just managed to get to a point of comfort with. every time he lets his guard down, something pushes him face first back into the ground and knocks the wind out of him. something changes, someone leaves, someone’s scolded or the atmosphere at sphere shifts into something he doesn’t understand. when will they catch a break? 

after editing the choreography and re-recording lines for ‘adore u’ last month, he’d stupidly assumed that would be the end of tweak related stress. dancing is hard enough for him as it is. slightly changing something he’s already learnt in that field means he constantly repeats the old choreography, bumping into others in formations or facing the wrong way even if he gets his positioning right. then he gets berated by their coaches as if he’s a professional and this is unlike him— when, truthfully, this is so like him. this is painfully like choi seungcheol, barely scraping the barrel of dance talent and coordination. sometimes, when he feels five foot shorter under their gaze, he thinks it’s a miracle he ever got into convex in the first place. 

he has to spend longer hours at the practice rooms to feel even a fraction comfortable or confident in his movements. he has to— because he can’t slack, because he can’t let the team down, because the comeback is so soon, because his lungs are starting to tighten and his breath get caught up in his throat. has the practice room always been this warm? 

downing half a bottle of water, he barely swallows it down before he restarts the music, replays the reference video he’d placed his life in the hands of. it’s difficult to see such a small screen but often between run-throughs, he’ll crouch down and cradle the tablet in shaking hands to get a closer look. it’s demotivating, seeing the coach in the recording do it with so little effort while he sweats over the smallest changes. he sighs, rewinds it back to the beginning and repeats. 

over and over and over and over again, until his body yearns to rest and his mind can’t stay focused. 

he does the same for ‘chuck’, except it’s completely brand new to him. everything feels unnatural, unfamiliar, overwhelming as he tries to balance all these small tweaks with something entirely unknown. he’s not too proud to ask for help and he never will be but he is too insecure to admit that he’s struggling more than he lets on — that it isn’t just his dancing that’s barely holding itself together. 

remembering which extra lines he has now is easy. a slip of paper and a few listens and he’s pretty much secured but rapping, singing, they have always come so naturally to him. he should be grateful and he is, but he can’t help but feel a little frustrated at the same time, that dancing doesn’t come even a quarter as smoothly. all he asks is not to stand out so much that the coaches constantly notice his mistakes. all he wants is to blend in, to learn at a speed that satisfies everyone. instead, he trails behind, keeps everyone repeating moves endlessly. no matter how much he reminds himself that he’s not the only one making mistakes, that they’re expected so early in the learning process, his nagging insecurities make sure to remind him just as fast that it’s his fault, anyway. even when it isn’t, it is. if he didn’t suck, it’d be one less worry to keep everyone trapped here, to keep him up at night. 

he sighs, hits replay and steps back once more. ‘chuck’ booms out through the speakers and he lets his body go into autopilot. eyes fixed on his reflection, he dances, never noticing the clock tick over to 3am. 

[astranne]

VISIT OF A HERO !blue lock

kunigami rensuke x gn! reader

notes // i watched the bllk anime and i‘m still having war flashbacks of the manga, which i read probably a year ago?? i don’t know and i don’t care because this was a good decision. going back to my multifandom blog origins LMAO so don’t be surprised if y‘all be getting blue lock content hehe and ofc kunigami has the honor <33 also, this was not proofread, it's literally a bainrot/word vomit so yeah- also, first work in the new year yay!!

wc // 652

tags // @stellumi , @keqism , @venexus for you my darlings <3

You knew Kunigami was in this… project that was announced days ago. Whole Japan was in turmoil, and there were whispers. About those who had already left- those who had already lost. There was nothing but tears and ashes of them left, their future career destroyed for just one striker. 

Oh how you hoped and prayed that this one striker was him, your hero, soon everyone’s hero. He deserved it, so long he had worked hard, training hard while sweat was running down his face, muscle aches paining him- he deserves it. He deserves being in Blue Lock, in this insane project, after all it meant he was one of the chosen ones, one of those many, many soccer players who were just better. 

You knew Kunigami deserved this, but you still worried. After all, you didn’t know what exactly happened there, if he got enough breaks, enough time to rest. You worried, you worried he would lose himself but the moment your mind started spiraling, you chided yourself, believing in Kunigami, believing in his strength as human and as a striker. 

It was unknown to you, when he would return, and if he ever would. If he would come out at the top, he would travel to train more, he wouldn’t come back to you. You knew this, you knew this the moment Kunigami became your boyfriend. He was a nice guy, of course, but he was also an egoist. How could he not be, as a striker? How often he had to cancel your dates, because the training was timed longer, because he wanted to run more, to shoot more goals, to be better. And everytime it hurt, deep in your chest, a stinging pain but you were also filled with pride. Kunigami has always given his best and he was yours. Yours alone to hug, to kiss, to love- he was yours and you were his. And even if it hurt, being left behind while he went to train, while he went to this insane project, you were so proud of him, you were so proud it hurt. It hurts to love him and maybe this was exactly why you did. 

You knew Kunigami was selfish, after all he wanted to be the best and have you by his side, regardless how he neglected you for his training. You could never be angry at him, not for this reason, not when he was so nice, so loving, so- not when he was yours, even if he gave his heart to soccer long ago. 

You knew Kunigami was an egoist, even if it was hidden, hidden behind his handsome face and a nice character. And so you were surprised, when you opened the door, with him greeting you with a blinding smile on his face. Before you could even ask him what he was doing here, he had your face in his calloused hands, taking you in, with love clear in his eyes. 

“I striked some goals in matches against other teams. They give points you know, gift points. Food, a phone or a day off. And I needed to see you.” Need. He needed to visit you, he wanted to hold you again, to kiss you, to keep you close, even for just one day. He was selfish, egoistic, greedy, always has been. He wanted you and he wanted to be Japan’s striker, he wanted to be the best striker, he wanted to win, always, since he was young. But he will only do so with you by his side. 

You knew Kunigami was a hero, because strikers have always been hero in his eyes. And so he left you, after one of the best days in your life, left to train, to be selfish, to be egoistic again. He left to be a hero, for you and for the whole world. 

And you would wait for him, always. 

ASTRANNE 2023

[adminbryantsaki]

Aftercare part one.

Aftercare part one.

Day fifteen of Spicytober featuring Hawks x reader

(I do not own Keigo Takami/ Hawks. Horikoshi Kohei does. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move on.)

Wc: 652

Tw: morning after care.

The sun streamed in on your face as you woke up in your boyfriend’s bed that still smelled like him. You nuzzled into the blanket and opened your eyes to see Keigo next to you, already awake. “Morning, baby bird. Did you sleep well?” He whispered as he kissed your head gently. You mumbled something and he smiled. “I’ll go make us some breakfast. You get some more sleep.” He told you as he got out of bed. You shifted in your sleep and snuggled back under the blanket as he went to the kitchen to make food for the both of you.

You woke up a little bit more when you could smell food cooking. You didn’t want to sit up just yet as you were still sore from the previous night’s activities. Soon you heard Keigo enter the bedroom with something that smelled good. You turned to face him and smiled. “You hungry, baby?” He asked. You nodded and slowly sat up with a slightly pained face. Keigo saw you in pain and set down the tray of food to help you get situated before placing the tray on your lap. You looked down at the tray and saw your favorite breakfast foods on the plate. You kissed him and began to eat. He went out of the room and came back with his own plate of food and sat across from you to eat. You ate in silence as you looked at the various bite marks and bruises on Keigo’s neck, shoulders, and torso which made you blush. “Admiring your work from last night, love?” He asked as he took a bite of his food. “Yeah. I hope you can cover them up by the time you have to go back to work.” You spoke and glanced at his wings which were currently missing most of their feathers. “Don’t worry. They’ll be healed by the time I’m ready to go back to work.” He reassured you and ate more of his food. “When you’re done, we should go shower. You looked in pain when you sat up. I want to help you get better, baby bird.” He spoke and finished his food. “Alright.” You spoke and ate the rest of your food. Keigo took the plates to the kitchen and you waited for him to come back. He came back a couple minutes later, helped you out of bed, and into the bathroom where he turned the shower on to let it heat up. He gave you a few gentle kisses where he had left bite marks on your body before helping you out of what little clothes you had left on your body and carrying you into the shower. You let out a quiet groan as the warm water helped your aches and Keigo helped wash your hair and your body. You helped him clean up too while kissing him gently. Once the both of you were clean, He helped you out of the shower and into a fluffy towel. He went into the bedroom and got you a fresh pair of underwear and one of his t-shirts which he let you get changed into as he also got dressed and carried you into the bedroom where he cuddled you under the covers for the rest of the day. The end.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hi! First request ever lol

Could I request an afab!reader x timeskip!Takashi Mitsuya where she is his gf. His favorite thing to do in his free time at his clothing studio is to design and make pretty lingerie just for her. He always likes to ask her to model and take pictures in the outfits and do the dirty in them after <3

Quality Check: Mitsuya Takashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 652

tw: smut

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"Turn a little to the left," Mitsuya mutters with pins in his mouth. You do as your told, looking at the frilly piece of lingerie resting around your hips.

"Do you think that maybe you could..." You pause, digging a finger into the band of the bralette, and Mitsuya looks up, brows raised. "Add some of the tulle down here up here, too?"

"Anything for you, baby," Mitusya smiles, his fingers smoothing down your backside before resting on your hips again. "You like the color?" You see his eyes in the mirror - the same lavender as the lingerie set - and nod, slightly blushing.

"I love it." A few moments later, the camera comes out, and you adjust yourself on his bed, posing just suitable for the polaroids Mitsuya loves to use as decor around his small room. There are various ones of you and Mana and Luna, all scattered about the room haphazardly. The only ones closest to his bed are the ones of you in multiple lingerie items and short things he's made over the years.

They're the ones he loves - maybe a little more than the innocent ones of you and his sisters.

"Give me another pout," Mitsuya coos behind the camera, and you oblige, leaning forward to blow him a kiss. "Fuck, that's hot."

"Can we do the quality check already?" you beg. Mitsuya peeks out from behind the camera, winking at you.

"Patience, sweetheart. I don't want to rush this moment..."

But once you're both ready, Mitsuya climbs on the bed with you, undoing his shirt leisurely. "Hopefully, this one doesn't break like the last ones."

"That was your fault," you begin. "The straps weren't sewn on correctly."

"I'd beg to differ," he chuckles, placing his hand over your crotchless underwear. "You were so eager to take it off that you strained the seams."

"Well, if you hadn't taken forever, it would still be intact." Mitsuya laughs, his lips crashing into yours as you squirm under his touch, angling your hips into his palm.

"Come on, y/n," he croons, sucking on your bottom lip. "That's not fair."

"If you want to take it slow, you need to warn someone."

"I did warn you," the black-haired designer teases. "You just weren't listening."

"It doesn't count if--" A finger slips into you, and you moan, closing your eyes.

"Sorry, what was that?" Mitsuya breathes, kissing down your neck. "Did I hear a protest from those beautiful lips?" Another finger eases inside of you, and you inhale sharply, parting your legs a little wider for him. "No?" You shake your head, and he smirks, pushing your legs back a little more. "That's what I thought."

When his tongue strokes at your cunt, you can't help but jerk a little, praying that he wouldn't take his sweet time making you cum. Mitsuya observes you as he eats you out, his mouth kissing and sucking in all the right places. Your hand flies to his head, lacing through his messy hair, and he moans, his free hand working its way past his pants. "Mmmph... that's my girl."

"Taka..."

"You want to cum?" he asks, raising a brow.

"Yeah," you whimper, reaching down to play with your clit. Mitsuya dives his tongue back into your folds and you lean back a little more, panting softly. You can hear the soft movement of cloth, and if you were to open your eyes, you were sure you could see Mitsuya's cock leaking a bit of pre-cum as he stroked it.

But you leave the rest to your imagination, coming to your climax soon after. "Fuck, fuck," you grunt, your cunt spasming as you cum right on his tongue.

"That's it..." When you're done cumming, he lifts up off of his elbows.

"Think this little thing can stand the second round of the quality check?"