#weave your spells on me pls

[sleepytoken]

[tojipie]

mma fighter toji? (im so happy tk see that you’re back btw ❤️)

i really do think this is the best ask i’ve ever gotten pls feel proud of ur brain before u go to bed tonight bc ily. wrote this on the verge of falling asleep if u see any spelling error no u did not.

mma fighter!toji x reader | 1k words

content: violence, injury, blood, reader objectified by stranger

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“you got it, you got—don’t fucking look at her, look at me fushiguro!” your boyfriend’s manager yells, holding a bucket to the younger man’s heaving chest with a sigh.

toji nods at the command, taking a swig of water and spitting into the vessel before wiping his mouth with an ungloved hand. fighters never drank in the ring, it’d only settle heavy in your stomach. make you easier to catch.

blood and saliva drip down his chin and onto the floor of the ring, bright red patters against black mesh.

you watch the veins in toji’s neck pulse underneath sweaty skin, decorated with swirls of black and grey ink. his tattoos extend down his chest and back, working to cover the mess of purple and blue bruises across his body.

on his rib lies a scrawl of your name, etched into his skin for millions to see every time he stepped into the ring.

the raven haired man says something unintelligible to his team before smacking his temple with his glove, almost as if he was trying to knock something back into place.

you cringe at the thought of a brain injury so early into his career. you’d heard stories before, world class fighters reduced to shells of themselves. shot memories, seizures, even paralysis. you try not to think too deeply about it.

the TV screens in front of you pan to across the ring to his opponent. ryomen sukuna, 2 years into his career with every title under the sun.

everything except heavyweight champion. the name belonging to the winner of this very match.

sukuna was terrifying, completely unfazed by the rivets of blood pouring from his temple and left nostril. you’d quite literally watched him pop his nose back into place during the first break after your boyfriend had dealt a serious blow to it. to say this man scared you was an understatement.

toji notices your anxiety, leaning against the mesh wall of the ring to look down at you in the front row.

“you watchin’?” he yells with a grin, barely coherent over the mixed sounds of cheers and boos.

you smile, though your boyfriend scowls at the onslaught of paparazzi trying to capture the tender moment. he spits at the see-through wall of the ring to serve as an unspoken “fuck you.” cheers ring out from the sidelines as the screens capture the interaction.

toji turns to you and pushes off of the mesh wall, throwing his hands out with a “tsk” and a shake of his head.

“you worried about me baby?” he teases, fully aware that the cameras are still on him. “you don’t gotta worry about me, right?.”

you laugh, motioning for security to shoo any onlookers off. the mix of adrenaline and attention was clearly getting to him, though you loved when he got cocky like this. he always fucked you hardest after a big win.

the two men settle back into the middle of the ring, the referee separating them with an stern arm. sukuna looks down at you with an unreadable expression, pinning you to your seat with just a glance. toji’s pink-haired opponent turns back to him with a sinister grin, taking out his mouthguard to speak clearly. you only manage to make out the end of his insult, blood running cold as his words register.

“..and after they give me that title? i might fuck that little girlfriend of yours, fushiguro.”

toji says nothing, expression blank. you begin to wonder if he even heard the other man, but the buzz signifying round 3 pulls you out of your thoughts. you brace for whatever may come next.

sukuna is a brick wall, but toji’s light on his feet, weaving in and out of punches with his gloves guarding his face.

he’s faster than usual, spurred on by adrenaline and anger.

he lands a kick to sukuna’s ribs, the sickening crunch reaching the front row right on impact. definitely two, maybe even three broke ribs you hear a fan spectate.

his opponent curses, landing two punches to his chest before knocking toji to the ground, just barely missing the raven haired man with a solid blow right as he springs upwards.

“you gonna fuck her?” toji scoffs, landing another kick to sukuna’s injured ribs. you can barely make out their conversation even with a front row seat, you doubt anyone in the stands has been able to understand them this whole time.

the pink-haired man winces on impact, his first show of weakness since the beginning of the match.

“huh? tell me.” your boyfriend muses, dodging a kick and throwing sukuna to the floor. cheers ring out in the stadium at the direct show of brutality, you cover your mouth in anticipation.

toji settles his body weight on the man below him, twisting his arm as far as it will go while keeping his face to the floor. his legs wrap around and under the second man, squeezing his injured ribs like a vice with his thighs.

sukuna lands a blow with his free arm, then another, then another. toji does nothing, holding his opponent down with a smile almost too wide, too sinister.

“fuck.. fuck!” sukuna yells, struggling under the weight of the man above him.

the crowd is in hysterics, the announcers are out of their seats. “an unprecedented burst of energy,” you hear them call it. nothing like they’d ever seen before during any of toji’s matches.

you have to fight off the ego boost it gives you, knowing he’s only fighting this hard for you. because another man dared to speak on your name in his presence.

toji takes a couple more punches with that same smile, finally grabbing his opponent’s free arm to render the other man motionless.

you stagger out of your seat, running into the isle to get a better view of the ring.

the referee crouches by the two men, waiting to call the match. sukuna shares a look with third man, groaning before tapping toji’s wrist three times.

the crowd is animalistic. screams, wails, jeers, all of it meshes together within seconds.

toji’s security forms a circle around you, leading you towards the ring as fans flood the isles in celebration.

that was it, he’d won the title. Fushiguro Toji, heavyweight champion.

sukuna is led out of the ring by his team, choosing to forego any post-match interviews. he doesn’t dare look at you as he passes you on the steps, humiliated beyond belief.

calls of your name echo out from the center of the ring, your boyfriend pushing past paparazzi to scoop you into his arms.

the heat from his torso melts into yours as he clutches you to his body. he’s sweaty, practically bleeding from every direction too. but he’s smiling.

it’s not the smile he puts on for press, a quick flash of perfect teeth to keep the morale light, keep his sponsors happy. not the sinister smile he flaunts during matches either, fueled by bloodlust and pure adrenaline.

not even the cocky smile he puts on for the crowd when the match gets tough, the one that gets his opponents mad, gets the crowd hit and bothered.

this smile is soft, private. a small show of love in a sea of flashing cameras and prying eyes. this smile says “i love you, I do this for you.”

you reach for his face, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. toji wipes the blood—his— from your lips with a calloused thumb, pulling your head to his chest with a soft murmur.

“i love you.”

[luvrseung]

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬

## pairing(s)! motorcycle driver heeseung! x yn!

## synopsis! yn's life takes an unexpected turn when she catches her boyfriend cheating on her and she meets the mysterious Heeseung, a captivating man on a motorcycle. After a brief yet memorable encounter, he vanishes, leaving her longing for more. Months later, they cross paths again. Yn's mixed emotions and Heeseung's determination do they have a happy ending?

## genre! not too bad angst, fluff at the end ! Idk dude I just work here

## wc! 8.9k

## warning(s)! cursing, and not much else?? but if u feel like there should be a warning for anything else, please let me know asap!!

## a/n! THIS IS MY LONGEST FIC EVER EVERRRRR. its currently 4:15 am as i post this and i have class at 11! hahaha.. anyways. inspo hit me like a truck... well, like a motorcycle HEHEHE. ahem.. okay. i hope you guys like this i really enjoyed writing it! please send me any feedback! mwah mwah i love uu i go sleep now! also pls don't mind any typos or errors im so delirious rn thank u bye bye

You step out of the dimly lit restroom, returning to the bar, only to find an empty seat beside you, where your boyfriend was seated just moments ago. His jacket remains draped over the backrest, a silent testament to his brief absence. Curiosity piques your interest as you assume he must have also ventured to the restroom. Settling in, you rest your head on your hand, elbow propped against the sleek bar, and survey the vibrant club that surrounds you. The music's thunderous pulse reverberates through your chest, infusing the air with almost a tangible energy. A sensual blend of alcohol and alluring perfumes weaves a heavy tapestry which fills your senses. In this tantalizing environment, the crowd is a dynamic kaleidoscope of movement and emotion—dancers, laughter, clinking glasses, tendrils of smoke swirling upward—each contributing to the sensory feast. Among the sea of passion and revelry, a singular couple draws your unwavering attention. Their fervent embrace seems to defy the boundaries of time and space, an intense kiss that hangs on the precipice of necessity. In an instant, your heart plummets, and the couple reluctantly disentangles from each other. As your gaze locks onto their faces, the unfolding revelation leaves you breathless.

As you rise from your barstool, your steps carry a mix of uncertainty and disbelief, drawing you inexorably toward the pulsating heart of the dance floor. The scene before your eyes demands confirmation, and what you find shatters your world in an instant. There, under the chaotic spell of the music's relentless rhythm, stands your boyfriend, now a stranger, locked in a passionate embrace with another woman. Her arms are a seductive snakily coil around the back of his neck, and their laughter mingles with the infectious beats of the music, now assaulting your ears as you reach the realization of betrayal. A concoction of emotions—upset, betrayal, and the intoxicating fumes of alcohol—swirl within you, drawing you forward as the heat crawls up your face and flows into the rest of your body. Your feet guide you through the trembling beat, and, with a burst of fiery rage, you confront the pair. In an act of defiance and heartbreak, your open palm collides with your now ex-boyfriend's cheek in a resounding slap, the sound lost in the under the booming music that fills the club. The mysterious girl, who moments ago was dancing with him, stumbles back, her face etched with shock and disbelief. With your wounded pride, you retreat to the sanctuary of the bar. A final shot materializes before you, its amber contents beckoning with an illusory promise of numbness. You down the drink with the recklessness and no caution, the burn in your throat eclipsed by the feeling of your shattered heart.

You inform the bartender with a casual wave that the responsibility for the bill rests with the man you arrived with, an excuse that offers a semblance of dignity as you navigate your unsteady exit from the bar's confines. The city's nightlife swirls around you, a vivid blanket of neon lights and indistinct conversations. Perched on the curb outside the bar, you release a heavy, audible sigh that seems to resonate with the depth of your emotions. The exasperated "pfft" escapes your lips as you dismissively mutter, "What a waste." you recline, propping yourself up on your arms behind you, while your gaze ascends towards the night sky. It's as if you're summoning the attention of a god you don't even believe in, the stars and the moon bearing witness to your turmoil. Unbidden tears begin to well in your eyes, forming glistening pools that threaten to overflow. Yet, in a strange paradox, laughter bubbles up from within your heavy chest, as if mocking the absurdity of the situation. "He made a mistake… losing me? How stupid," you whisper to yourself, the words a bittersweet blend of self-affirmation and ironic amusement. Your tears, now fallen, trace glittering paths down your cheeks, their journey reflecting the city's glimmering lights. You cast your gaze downward, scrutinizing your ensemble—a striking red dress that billows around you, paired with towering, sleek black heels. In that moment of reflection, you realize that it was not you who was lost; it was him. Your attire serves as a poignant reminder that you are a treasure to be cherished, a realization that strengthens your resolve even as tears continue to fall.

Amid the quiet solace of your unspoken sorrows, the sudden roar of a motorcycle's powerful engine reverberates through the air, and your attention is instinctively drawn to the source. With a magnetic allure, the motorcycle glides to a stop not far from your lonesome, commanding your undivided focus. You study the machine as if decoding a riddle; its lustrous body gleams in pristine white, a stark contrast to the glinting silver rims of the wheels. The interior and seats, ensconced in shadowy allure, exude an air of enigmatic sophistication, cloaked in inky blackness. Seated astride this mechanical masterpiece is a man who embodies a paradox of rugged elegance. He possesses a commanding yet lean figure, an epitome of grace and strength that defies the bounds of convention. Draped in a formidable, protective black jacket, his attire is sending your brain into a frenzy. Fitting black jeans encase his legs, while black gloves envelope his hands with a subtle promise of concealed purpose. Each step echoing an aura of intrigue, he dons a pair of black Doc Marten boots, their resolute presence amplifying his enigmatic appeal. Atop the mysterious man’s figure sits a gloss-black helmet, its contours hinting at the mysteries that lie beneath.

With deliberate grace, he lifts the helmet from his head, revealing a crown of luxurious, dark purple locks. Your astonishment lingers in the air, and you can't help but be drawn to the allure of this captivating stranger. To call your fascination mere curiosity would be a gross understatement. Each of his features appears meticulously crafted, from his silver-clad ears adorned with earrings, to a proud and tall nose, and his eyes—those big beguiling orbs that seem to harbor a pool of secrets within. It's a visage that commands attention, the embodiment of an elusive charm that ignites your every sense. In a moment of serendipity, your eyes meet, the spark of connection bridging the gap between strangers. He saunters toward the store adjacent to the bar, a fleeting look of mischief dancing in his eyes. A playful wink and an enigmatic smile are cast in your direction, a wordless invitation that beckons with a magnetic pull. He dismounts from his motorcycle with an elegance that mirrors the grace of a dancer, setting the helmet upon the seat . As he disappears into the depths of the store, the intoxicating combination of your inebriation and the fragile state of your emotions conspire to form a whimsical yet irresistible decision. It's a gravitational force that leaves you with no choice but to step into the store and follow the purple-haired enigma, your heart beating in time with the uncharted journey that awaits.

As the convenience store door chimes melodically with your entry, a tingle of excitement courses through the air. The purple-haired enigma, the pull of destiny that brought you here, stands before you, a magnetic presence that seems to command every aisle. His striking figure exudes an aura that is both electrifying and tantalizing, and you can't help but gravitate toward him. With fluid grace, he reaches into the fridge to retrieve a drink, his movements a mesmerizing dance of confidence. You approach, and behind the cool, glass refrigerator door, your eyes lock in a seductive connection. He acknowledges your presence with a sultry smile that ignites the room. With an air of unshakable self-assuredness, you compliment his sleek motorcycle, your words laced with a smoldering charm. His response is a flirtatious grin, and as he rises to his full, towering height, he gazes down upon you, a titillating hint of promise in his eyes. "Thanks, ever been on a bike before, pretty girl?" he inquires, the huskiness of his voice sending electric shivers down your spine. Butterflies flutter wildly in your stomach as his words hang in the air. You return the provocative banter, testing the waters of this intriguing encounter. “Is this an invitation mr……?.”

“Heeseung. Lee Heeseung.” He introduces himself with a name that rolls off his tongue like a forbidden secret—Lee Heeseung. His playful response drips with allure, and you find yourself ensnared in the the moment. "And maybe it is an invitation… if you're willing to accept, Miss …..”? Your own name tastes sweeter than ever on your lips as you tease him with a hint of coyness, “Yn. Y/ln Yn. And why should I Lee?” Heeseung's perceptive eyes dart to the mascara-stained traces of tears on your face, his gaze tracing the invisible scars etched upon your soul. He tenderly points to your head, his words laden with a quiet understanding. "Judging by the mascara-stained tears on your face, I think a ride would fix whatever troubled that pretty little head of yours." A shy smile dances upon your lips, your heart pounding with a mixture of vulnerability and courage. "Got an extra helmet, then?" You say as acceptance to his offer. Heeseung's smirk deepens, his voice dripping with a seductive promise. "Good girl. Of course I do. You never know who needs a good ride." The air crackles with the electrifying energy of an adventure about to unfurl, as you and Lee Heeseung step into the thrilling unknown, united by the allure of the night.

In one hand, he clutches a tall, foreboding can of Monster energy drink, its vibrant, neon label a stark contrast to the other hand, which cradles a diminutive yellow box adorned with the endearing label "banana milk." The curious combination of his selections hints at the multifaceted personality of the man who has now become your enigmatic companion. With the transaction complete, the two of you emerge from the convenience store, and Heeseung extends a seemingly casual but unmistakably thoughtful gesture—offering you the little yellow box of banana milk. You accept it with a raised eyebrow, your curiosity piqued. "How'd you know I liked this, Lee?" you inquire, your voice touched by intrigue. A mischievous smile graces Heeseung's lips as he leans in a bit closer, and his response dances on the edges of flirtation, causing the butterflies in your stomach to stir with newfound hunger. "Pretty girls, like you, like banana milk," he teases, his words delivered with an artful charm that sends a shiver of excitement coursing through you. Grateful for his gesture, you return the enchanting smile, the air thick with an electrifying tension. As you both make your way toward the magnificent motorcycle that had initially captivated your attention, anticipation courses through your veins, setting your body aglow with excitement. You stand behind Heeseung, observing his every move with eager eyes. With practiced ease, he opens a concealed compartment at the back of the bike, revealing a second helmet that bears a striking silver star on either side. It's a unique touch that adds to the enigma of the man before you. Heeseung places your drinks within the compartment, where the second helmet once resided. With a smooth and assured motion, he secures the compartment and then offers you your designated helmet, a symbol of the adventure you're about to embark on together. As you accept the helmet from his hand, the magnetic connection between you deepens, and the night unfolds with the promise of thrilling secrets yet to be unveiled.

With the banana milk safely stowed and the helmet now snug upon your head, the night holds an air of mystery and excitement as you both approach the waiting motorcycle. Heeseung's slender frame moves with grace as he swings a leg over the sleek, white machine. He turns toward you, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends an electric pulse through your veins. "Make sure you hold on, doll," he says, his voice dipped in a heady blend of charm and raw anticipation. His words are laced with a promise of thrilling adventure, and your heart skips a beat as you grasp the significance of this moment. You eagerly position yourself behind him, forgetting all about your ex boyfriend and the events that took place before. your arms wrapping around his lean waist, fingers instinctively clutching the fabric of his black jacket. The powerful engine roars to life beneath you, its growl a primal invitation to the night. Heeseung's gloved hands deftly manipulate the handlebars, and in an exhilarating surge of acceleration, you both glide out of the convenience store's parking lot and onto the main road. The world becomes a mesmerizing blur of vibrant colors and lights as the motorcycle snakes through the city's labyrinthine streets, framed by beautifully illuminated buildings that reach skyward, a testament to humanity's creativity. The cool night air rushes over you, and the city's pulsating energy envelopes you, offering an intoxicating taste of freedom and escape. As the wind whips through your hair, and the city's mesmerizing lights create a captivating painting, you can't help but feel that you've stepped into a dream. With every twist and turn, Heeseung's driving skill reveals itself, and you're reminded of the harmony between man and machine. In this exhilarating dance through the heart of the city, you're not just a passenger; you're a partner in a thrilling adventure, bound by the allure of the night and the enigmatic man who now shares it with you.

As the motorcycle effortlessly weaves through the city's enchanting streets, Heeseung's lean frame seems to meld with the machine, and you can sense his exhilaration in the subtle movements and graceful leans. Every curve and twist of the road is navigated with a fluidity that suggests an intimate understanding between rider and ride. The city's lights create a dazzling panorama around you, and you revel in the symphony of sensations that surrounds you. After what feels like an eternity of blissful exploration, the first hints of daylight begin to break on the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow upon the cityscape. It's a bittersweet reminder that this enchanting ride must eventually come to an end. With a quiet understanding, Heeseung steers the motorcycle to a stop in front of your home, and the engine's growl reluctantly gives way to the stillness of the early morning. As you dismount the bike, you can't help but feel a mixture of gratitude and a hint of longing for the adventure that has brought you closer. Heeseung turns toward you, his eyes holding a sparkle that mirrors the city's lights. "I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did, pretty girl,” he says, his voice a blend of sincerity and allure. "I did enjoy it, lee.” Your eyes lock onto his, and you can't resist a teasing smile. "I have to admit, I'm not sure if it was the city or the company that made it so enjoyable." He chuckles softly, his gaze lingering on you. "Perhaps it's a bit of both. I hope I made you forget what you were crying about earlier.”

With an air of anticipation, Heeseung closes the enchanting gap between you, his footsteps a playful dance that mirrors the rhythm of your heart. You find yourself drawn closer to him, a mix of curiosity and desire, hoping for a kiss that promises to be electric. But Heeseung, ever the tease, surprises you by gently capturing your hand in his gloved grasp. His lips brush against your knuckles, leaving behind a soft and lingering kiss that sends a thrill down your spine. A mischievous sparkle dances in his eyes as he takes a step back, though his hold on your hand remains. A mischievous smirk plays upon his lips as he takes a step back, and your hands, still intertwined, reluctantly part as the space between you expands. but the connection between your souls remains undeniably strong. Heeseung places your helmet back into the motorcycle's compartment, his every motion a graceful symphony of closure, yet the moment is still heavy with the sweet ache of parting. He retrieves the little yellow box of banana milk, and with a look that speaks of unspoken promises and possibilities, he adds to the enchanting ambiance. As you turn away to make your way inside, your heart swells with emotions, and it's then you hear his voice, soft and filled with affectionate playfulness, "Heads up, princess!" Your head snaps around, your eyes locking onto Heeseung seated on the motorcycle, revving the engine with a fervor that mirrors the passion between you. With a flourish, he tosses the banana milk to you, and you catch it . Your heart flutters like a love-struck bird, and you're left standing there, watching the back of his retreating figure with eyes filled with longing. As the cold morning air surrounds you, you're reminded of the warmth and excitement that has filled this magical night. With a heart full of happiness, you finally turn to head inside.

In the cozy sanctuary of your home, you close the door behind you with a gentle sigh, leaning against it as you bask in the afterglow of this night. The memories of what transpired outside are like a symphony of emotions playing in your heart, each note resonating with the tender and profound love that has blossomed between you and Heeseung. The room envelops you in its intimate embrace, illuminated by the soft, warm glow of the night. As you lean against the door, the walls seem to hold the echoes of the moments shared, and you're overcome by a sense of profound romance that fills the very air you breathe. The night was a love story written in the stars, a story of two souls drawn together by destiny and fueled by a love that's destined to endure. Despite breaking every single rule of stranger danger, you wish this night couldve lasted forever.

As you ascend the stairs to your room, a sense of contentment and longing accompanies you. The banana milk, a sweet reminder of an unforgettable night, finds its place on your bedside table, a silent guardian of your dreams. The room envelops you in its cozy warmth, the atmosphere carrying the residual fragrance of romance and adventure. In the dim light, you prepare for a soothing shower, letting the cascading water wash away the remnants of the night. Your thoughts, however, remain tethered to the enigmatic Lee Heeseung. Questions and desires swirl within your mind, like a gentle storm of emotions.

After the warmth of the shower, you don your pajamas from the night before, their familiarity a source of comfort as you slip between the soft sheets of your bed. Your body, tired but satiated, yearns for rest, yet your heart and mind remain restless, still inextricably tangled in the enchantment of the night. Thoughts of him, like whispers in the night, dance through your mind. "When will I see him again?" and "I wish we had exchanged information" echo in the chambers of your thoughts. Who is this mysterious man, Lee Heeseung, who has touched your heart so deeply? The unanswered questions propel you to flip open your phone, your curiosity overriding the myriad missed calls and texts from your unfaithful ex-boyfriend. Instagram becomes your portal to seek out the enigma named Lee Heeseung.

A sense of disappointment settles over you as your search on various social media platforms yields nothing. Lee Heeseung remains a ghost, elusive and untraceable in the digital realm. It's as if he exists only in the echoes of your memories, and the absence of any digital footprint only adds to his mystique. In your moment of quiet contemplation, a yearning for his presence intensifies. The desire to see him again, to unravel the enigma that is Lee Heeseung, becomes an undeniable ache within you. The thought that he knows where you live, and the lingering memories of your night together, offer a glimmer of hope that he might return. The idea that fate might bring you two together once more fills your heart with anticipation and longing. As you close your eyes and surrender to the night's embrace, you can't help but wonder when the stars will align, and the mysterious Lee Heeseung will reappear in your life.

As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, the longing in your heart grew stronger. Spring had arrived, heralding the return of life and the vibrant colors of the world, yet it also marked the lingering absence of Heeseung, the man who had swept into your life as quickly as a shooting star and vanished just as abruptly. Every motorcycle that whizzed past you on the bustling streets of your city drew your attention like a magnet. A spark of curiosity ignited within you, and the questions were ceaseless. "Was that him? Does he still think of me?" These thoughts had woven themselves into the very fabric of your existence, haunting your every moment. The memories of that unforgettable night had become a bittersweet symphony that played on a loop in your mind.

Despite the love and support of your incredible friends, your loving family, and a fulfilling job, the void Heeseung had left in your life persisted. The allure of "what could've been" weighed heavy on your heart, like a melody left unfinished, a dance cut short, or a love story left untold. In the midst of your everyday life, the longing for the man named Lee Heeseung never waned. Your heart carried the echoes of his touch, the memory of his gaze, and the whispers of a love story that had never fully unfurled. With every passing day, your desire for his return only intensified, like a fire that refused to be extinguished.

It was a typical Tuesday, just like any other weekday, as you made your way into the bustling work building, greeted by the friendly faces of your coworkers who had also become your cherished friends. Jake, ever the playful one, couldn't resist bringing up the topic of your elusive Heeseung. "How are you, YN? Still no luck with this Heeseung guy?" he inquired with a mischievous glint in his eye. You let out a dramatic sigh, a playful air of exasperation in your response. "Unfortunately, no, Jake. Trust me, I would've told you if I had any news," you said with a chuckle. Jay, another dear friend of yours, joined the conversation, bringing with him a delightful surprise in the form of coffee for both you and Jake. With a comforting smile, he chimed in, "Don't worry, Ynnie, maybe he lives in a different town and was just there that night for you!" You couldn't help but offer an appreciative grin in response to Jay's attempt at comfort. His words were like a warm embrace, reassuring you in your quest for answers. Then, a new proposal surfaced, and it was Jay who initiated it. "Oh, by the way, Jake and I found out that there's been underground racing events in our city. We've been meaning to check it out. Wanna come with?" At first, you hesitated, but Jay's persuasive nature quickly took hold. "C'mon, YN!" Jake chimed in, adding his own brand of playfulness. "It'll be fun! Who knows, maybe you'll find Heeseung there! … or a different cute motorcycle guy at least." You let out a laugh that admitted defeat. "Okay, okay, I'll check it out with you guys. But if it's boring, you're buying me a burger." Jay quickly agreed to the wager. "Fine. Deal. But it won't be boring!" he declared with unwavering enthusiasm. "Mhm, we'll see," you replied with a sly grin, anticipating the playful adventures that lay ahead with your close friends, all while hoping that amidst the thrills of underground racing, you might find the one you longed for – or perhaps, something equally captivating.

As the workday drew to a close, you bid your colleagues and friends farewell, exchanging a series of cheerful goodbyes and promises to reconvene tomorrow. Last in line to receive your parting words were your friends, and it was Jake who left you with a playful reminder. "We'll pick you up at 10, ynnie~,” he declared with a mischievous glint in his eye. Your response was a melodious giggle as you affectionately ruffled his hair, a signal of your confirmation.

Once home, the weight of the day's responsibilities dissipated like a passing storm. Shoes were unceremoniously discarded, your bag and jacket flung haphazardly onto the floor, and with a contented sigh, you sank into the inviting embrace of your couch. Retrieving your phone, you embarked on a determined quest to research the underground racing scene, the glimmer of hope in your chest steadily growing brighter with every tap of your fingers.

The prospect of possibly encountering Heeseung again ignited a certain spark in your eyes, a fire of desire that refused to be extinguished. Yet, much like the elusive enigma of the man himself, your online investigation yielded no information about these races. It was as though the world had conspired to keep their existence hidden, a fitting scenario for events that were undoubtedly illegal. As you set your phone aside, your thoughts began to spiral in a torrent of what-ifs. What if Heeseung is there, but his interest had always been elsewhere? What if he's not present? What if he doesn't even notice you? These unceasing questions threatened to consume your mind, and you shook your head, as if such an act could dispel these relentless thoughts. Determined to quell the storm of uncertainties that raged within you, you took a deep breath and resolved to face the night with unwavering optimism.

With the plan in place, you had agreed that the guys would hang out at your place before the big race. Jake and Jay, after their workday, rushed home, got dressed for the evening, and then made their way to your doorstep around 7:30. You swung open the door in your comfy pajamas, greeting the duo with warm hugs and bright smiles. "Alright, guys," you chimed in, "I'm going to get ready now. You said we're leaving at 10, right?" They both confirmed your question with a nod, and you headed upstairs to prepare for the night ahead. As you left the living room, the two friends made themselves at home, lounging comfortably on your couch and taking charge of the TV. The anticipation for the evening ahead filled the air, and the sense of camaraderie between the three of you was a reassuring presence, setting the tone for the exciting adventure that lay just around the corner.

Upstairs in your room, you embarked on the grand battle that is getting ready for a night out. The soft glow of your vanity mirror cast a warm light on your determined face as you transformed your appearance for the evening. Your makeup was an elegant fusion of dark and bold, with a smoky eyeliner that accentuated your eyes and a luscious dark red lip gloss that heightened the allure of your lips. The result was a striking look that suited your features beautifully. You took a few moments to curl the ends of your hair, creating soft, cascading waves that reached down to your lower back. These curls were swept up into a high, sleek ponytail, with two delicate strands left loose to elegantly frame your face. Your outfit had been meticulously selected, not only with Heeseung in mind but also with the exciting prospect of possibly meeting someone new at this enigmatic race. Dark red leather pants, designed to hug your curves in all the right ways, were paired with a lace black tank top, adding a touch of sensuality to your ensemble. To complete the look, you adorned yourself with a black and white leather jacket that draped over your shoulders like whipped cream on a tantalizing sundae. In your full-length mirror, you admired the reflection of a confident and captivating woman, well aware of her own allure. A pair of sleek black boots adorned your feet, and you accessorized with a silver necklace featuring a delicate pendant and matching earrings, adding a touch of sophistication to your ensemble. To crown your transformation, you picked up your favorite perfume bottle, and with each spritz, a beautiful aroma enveloped you like a fragrant embrace. The battle of getting ready was won, and you felt like a queen in your own right. With a final glance in the mirror, you knew you looked stunning and were ready to face whatever the night had in store. With your purse in hand, you headed downstairs, prepared to join your friends who were patiently waiting for you.

"DAMN YN!" Jay and Jake exclaimed in unison as you descended the stairs, the sight of your stunning transformation leaving them momentarily breathless. A beaming smile graced your lips as their admiration washed over you. "Thank you, boys," you replied with a gracious nod, giving them a playful twirl to showcase your meticulously chosen outfit. "Do I look good?" you asked, a hint of playful teasing in your voice. "You know you do," Jay responded with a smile, but he was eager to get going. "Now, let's get moving! It's nearly 10:15." You waved off his concern with a nonchalant chuckle. "Oh, please, there's no way these things start right on time. We're fine. Now, let's make a quick stop at the convenience store so I can get a banana milk, pretty please~" you added with a hint of irresistible charm. The two boys, who had been lounging on the couch, rose from their seats with mock exasperation. Jake couldn't help but mutter a resigned, "Yes, ma'am…" as you playfully led the way, heading into the car where you sat in the backseat.

With a refreshing banana milk tucked safely in your purse, courtesy of Jake's wallet, the three of you arrived at the underground racing event. The venue was located beneath a highway bridge in an area you never even knew existed. you were struck by the sheer scale of the place, surrounded by towering structures that seemed to stretch to the heavens. This perspective, seeing the world from a unique angle, made you feel small in the grand scheme of things, a humbling realization that added to the aura of the night. Lost in your contemplation, you were momentarily unaware that Jay and Jake had already exited the car, with Jake gallantly holding the door open for you. He playfully addressed you, "Here we are, princess," and you responded with a light, affectionate hit on his arm, chuckling, "Oh, cut it out, Jaeyun." A playful exchange of names ensued between the two friends as you headed toward the gathering crowd at the starting line, eagerly awaiting the start of the race. You surveyed the bikers as they lined up in their positions, and your attention was drawn to a particular rider who was surrounded by a group of enthusiastic women. The throng of admirers made it difficult to see his face clearly, but you couldn't help but wonder if it might be Heeseung.

The announcer's voice crackled over the radio, calling on the racers to mount their bikes and prepare for the thrilling competition. Jay and Jake signaled that it was time to find your seats, with Jake instinctively taking your hand to guide you and ensure you didn't get lost in the bustling crowd. As you were led to the front row, you couldn't help but scan the racers one last time. The colorful array of bikes and their determined riders filled the scene with an air of excitement. But then, at the far end, you spotted a white bike, and your heart skipped a beat. Could it be Heeseung's bike? The memories of him came rushing back, and you pointed it out to your friends. "Wait, guys, that might be Heeseung's bike," you mentioned, your voice tinged with both hope and anxiety. Jake and Jay exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. "You think so, YN?" Jay asked, offering a glimmer of doubt. "Maybe it's just a guy with the same motorcycle color as Heeseung, Ynnie. I mean, white bikes aren't that uncommon, right?" Jake reasoned, trying to provide a rational explanation. You shook your head, a familiar gesture you used to clear your thoughts. "Yeah, Jakey, you're probably right. I mean, I haven't seen him in months. It can't be him," you replied, trying to convince yourself as much as your friends. You felt a surge of anxiety but decided to push those thoughts aside and focus on enjoying the race. With the comforting presence of your banana milk, you took a sip and leaned back, hoping that this night would be an adventure to remember, regardless of the outcome.

As the man on the radio commenced announcing the racers' names, an air of anticipation enveloped the crowd. With each name called out, a symphony of revving engines filled the air, punctuated by cheers and applause from the spectators. The excitement was palpable, and you joined in, clapping and cheering for each racer. However, as the announcer neared the end of the line of racers and you waited with bated breath, you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. The name you had been hoping to hear, "LEE HEESEUNG," didn't make an appearance. Instead, the announcer declared, "And last but not least, our reigning champion, ACE!" A sigh of regret escaped your lips, revealing your unspoken hope. You observed that the crowd cheered enthusiastically for this "Ace" character, understanding why he had garnered a legion of female admirers. The sense of anticipation still coursed through your veins, but you decided to put aside your initial disappointment and immerse yourself in the exhilarating atmosphere of the race, hopeful that the night would hold some surprises, even if Heeseung's name was absent from the list of competitors.

Snapping you out of your thoughts, Jake directed a question to both you and Jay, inquiring, "Who are you guys rooting for?" Jay was quick to respond, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. "I'm rooting for the guy named Jungwon on that bright blue bike. He seems like an underdog, you know?" Jake couldn't resist poking fun at Jay's choice. "So cheesy," he remarked, provoking Jay to playfully flip him off. Turning to you, Jake's curiosity was evident in his expression as he asked, "What about you, YN?" You pondered for a moment, a mischievous glint in your eye as you gave your answer. "Hmm, maybe that Sunghoon guy, on the black bike. He seems hot," you added, punctuating your response with a giggle. Jay shook his head in mock exasperation, but he couldn't hide a smile. "I'm not even surprised." As the three of you continued to chat and enjoy the electric atmosphere, the announcer's voice broke through, "RACERS, START YOUR ENGINES!" The crowd erupted into cheers, blending with the powerful roar of the motorcycles.

"READY…SET…GO!" The announcer's command was met with a symphony of revving engines, and in an instant, the racers sped off on the manmade track, weaving between the imposing pillars of the bridge above. The sound of the engines and the fervent cheers from the crowd captivated you, and your gaze remained fixed on the racers as they disappeared into the distance, the race now in full swing.

The race unfolded with an intoxicating blend of speed, skill, and sheer adrenaline. The racers zipped around the tight corners and weaved through the narrow gaps between the bridge's pillars, their powerful machines roaring like wild beasts. The air was filled with the intoxicating scent of gasoline and burnt rubber, adding to the sensory overload that engulfed the crowd. The race was paired with commentary by the announcer, “In the lead is ace! Are we surprised? That white bike is a godsend!”

As the racers maneuvered with lightning precision, the crowd couldn't help but be entranced by the sheer spectacle before them. Spectators cheered as their chosen favorites powered through the track, and collective gasps echoed through the audience whenever a close call or a daring move occurred. The atmosphere was electric, charged with the shared excitement of everyone in attendance. Another comment was made by the announcer, “Woah! Look at jungwon pulling through and passing ace on his left! Will this be the first race he wins?”

“I told you guys. Always root for the underdog,” Jay chimes, but your eyes are glued to sunghoon and his black bike.

Amidst the collective fervor, you found yourself mesmerized, your eyes locked onto the racers as they sped past. The world outside the race ceased to exist for those moments, and you were drawn into the raw energy of the event, feeling the vibrations of the engines in your chest and the rush of the wind in your hair. “Here come’s sunghoon! Passing jungwon on his right, and making his way towards the finish line!” Says the announcer.

The announcer's voice crackled through the speakers, adding to the electrifying atmosphere. "WOAH, WOAH!! HERE COMES ACE RIGHT BEHIND SUNGHOON! WHO WILL WIN? THE TWO ARE SIDE BY SIDE, WILL IT BE A TIE? THE FINISH LINE IS RIGHT THERE, AND… ALMOST A PHOTO FINISH! BUT THE WINNER OF THE RACE IS SUNGHOON!"

As the crowd erupted in joyous celebration, the cheers of the spectators seemed to reverberate in perfect harmony with the racing engines. You were swept up in the excitement, joining the chorus of voices, and even rising to your feet as you cheered for Sunghoon, the victor of the race. The thrill of witnessing such a close contest was invigorating, and you couldn't help but be caught up in the jubilation around you. With a playful tone and a hint of what-ifs, you turned to your two friends and exclaimed, "Damn, we should've bet on it. Missed opportunity!" The boys laughed along with you, the infectious joy of the moment drawing them into the celebration. Together, you stood and cheered for Sunghoon, basking in the shared experience of witnessing an extraordinary race and its exhilarating conclusion.

The exhilarating atmosphere of the race drew you, Jay, and Jake, along with the rest of the crowd, to approach the racers as they dismounted their bikes. The audience showered the racers with an array of cheers and encouraging words, from "good job!" to "you'll win next time!" to admiring comments about their impressive machines. As you and your friends navigated your way through the dispersing crowd, you found yourselves face to face with Jungwon, the racer who had been your friend Jay's underdog favorite. Eager to express your admiration, you initiated the conversation, addressing him with warmth, "Hey, Jungwon, right? You were so cool! I thought you were gonna win for a second there!" Jungwon's face lit up with gratitude, and he replied with a sincere smile, "Thank you so much! I thought so too, but I had nooo chance against Ace and Sunghoon." Jay, ever the enthusiast, extended a firm handshake in that classic man-to-man fashion. "Bro! I was rooting for you from the start. You'll see me at the next race," he proclaimed with enthusiasm, earning a "thank you" from Jungwon. With that, the three of you moved on to the next racer, Sunghoon, eager to share your appreciation with the winner.

Sunghoon leaned casually on his sleek black bike, a striking figure with an air of confidence that immediately caught your attention. Up close, you couldn't deny how incredibly handsome he looked, and you were taken aback by his allure. Summoning your courage, you approached the winner, introducing yourself in a soft, friendly tone, "Hi Sunghoon, I'm YN. Congrats on the win, handsome." The compliment had its intended effect, and Sunghoon's eyes focused on you. "Well, hello, Miss YN. Nice to meet you," Sunghoon responded with a smirk, revealing a sharp canine tooth and a dimple that sent a shiver down your spine. You felt yourself blushing in response to his charm. Sunghoon's flirtatious banter continued as he inquired, "You were rooting for me, pretty girl?" He leaned in a little closer, his voice dripping with playful seduction. You met his flirtatious challenge with a sly smile. "Maybe… maybe not," you replied, adding a teasing playfulness to your tone. He feigned disappointment, a twinkle in his eye as he teased, "What a shame, I was gonna offer you a ride." Playing along, you flirtatiously touched his arm, your confidence growing with every word. "Oh, come on, Hoonie, of course I was rooting for you," you confessed with a playful eye roll, a mischievous gleam in your eyes. Sunghoon rewarded your playful admission by tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and for that moment, the world seemed to narrow down to the two of you, engaged in a playful dance of flirtation amidst the post-race excitement. The nickname you garnered for him was definitely working in your favor.

You were so deeply engrossed in your conversation with Sunghoon that you remained oblivious to the intense gaze fixed upon you from the second-place racer, Ace. He watched you with something akin to jealousy, uncertain whether he should approach. Leaving you and Sunghoon in your own world, Jay and Jake made their way over to Ace to offer their congratulations. Jake, always one for humor, attempted to lighten the mood with a lighthearted comment. "Hey, man! You were so cool out there. Second place is still good. Don't be discouraged. I'm sure all these girls still want you," he quipped, though he hadn't realized that Ace's attention was on him. Ace's initial jealousy quickly transformed into a friendly demeanor as he responded, "Yo, thanks for that, haha. Almost won, but I'll win the next one for sure." Jay chimed in with an encouraging pat on Ace's shoulder before the two of them began to walk away. However, Ace couldn’t keep it to himself. He called out to Jay and Jake, nodding in your direction while still engaged in conversation with Sunghoon. "Hey, do you know that girl?" he inquired, his interest piqued. Jay answered without hesitation, a friendly tone in his voice as he looked back toward Ace. "Yeah, that’s yn! We're friends. She came here with us," he explained, his focus now shifting as he moved away from the racer, joining Jake in heading back in your direction, leaving Ace with his thoughts as you continued your conversation with Sunghoon.

As the evening wound down and Jay and Jake were ready to head home, you and Sunghoon decided to exchange numbers, creating a playful connection. Sunghoon, with a charming wink, remarked, "Call me when you wanna ride, beautiful." Your response was just as flirty, "I'll call you when I want to, Hoonie," and you playfully blew him a kiss. As you began to walk away, ready to rejoin your friends in the car, Sunghoon made his way over to Ace, eager to share his little victory. "Bro, I just got the hottest girl's number, and—" Sunghoon began, but before he could finish, Ace roared away on his bike, his jealousy simmering beneath the surface. With your two friends already in the car, you confidently made your way toward them, your spirits high. For that moment, Heeseung had slipped from your thoughts, and the excitement of connecting with Sunghoon filled your mind. However, just as you were about ten feet away from Jay's car, a white motorcycle suddenly cut in front of you, blocking your path to your friends. Startled, you took a step back, your heart racing, and realized that the rider was one of the racers. You cautiously addressed him, "Oh, Jesus Christ, you scared me. Ace, right?" His helmet obscured his face as he nodded, and he proceeded to take it off, revealing his identity.

Your heart sank as the white helmet came off, revealing the vibrant purple hair that had grown longer since you last saw him. The shock washed over you like a tidal wave, and your eyes scanned his familiar face, unable to believe that he was standing there before you, just as he had been months ago. His eyes, large and twinkling, bore into yours, the same way they had done when you first met. "H-Heeseung?" was all you could manage to stammer. The excitement you had felt only moments ago had evaporated, replaced by a rush of tears welling up in your eyes. Every emotion you had held back for months now poured out, glistening like rivers of glittering light. The overwhelming flood of feelings left you lost and unsure of how to proceed. Heeseung spoke, his voice breaking the silence, "Yn, I missed you pretty girl.” But you couldn't handle it. The anger and sadness mixed inside you, driving you to act on impulse. "I can't do this right now, Heeseung. I-I gotta go," you uttered, your voice quivering with raw emotion. You turned and ran towards Jay's car, where the two boys had witnessed the entire interaction. Climbing into the vehicle, you were met with a barrage of concerning questions from your friends. "I'll answer once you start driving. Please. Please start driving," you implored. Jay promptly obeyed your request and sped out of the lot, the car now on the road, the boys eager to ask their questions.

Jake spoke up first, his voice tinged with disbelief, "Yn, who was that?" "Heeseung…" you replied, your voice quivering. "Oh my god, what?!" Jake exclaimed. "Heeseung? Like in, Heeseung Heeseung?" Jay asked, his surprise mirroring Jake's. "Yes, Jay. Heeseung Heeseung. Oh my god, what was he doing there?" you lamented, your words spilling out in a mixture of confusion and emotion. "Wait, isn't this what you wanted, Yn? Why are you so upset?" Jake inquired, trying to make sense of your reaction. You paused, a heavy sigh escaping your lips before you responded, "…because… where has he been? I've spent months, nearly half a year wondering when he'd show up—waiting for him like some lost puppy. And now all of a sudden, I see him today, surrounded by a crowd of girls, only talking to me because I was hitting it off with Sunghoon? I just… I just don't know what's going on. And just now, he says he missed me? Bullshit. Absolute bullshit. He knows where I live; if he missed me so much, he would've visited. I waited months, guys. MONTHS. I just… I'm so—" Jay cut off your rambling rant, his voice filled with understanding and empathy. "Yn, my love, it's okay. Let's get you that burger." In your teary, emotional state, you couldn't help but let out a faint laugh, appreciating Jay's attempt to lighten the mood. Jake reached his hand to the backseat to comfort you, and you clung to it as he gently rubbed circles into your hand. As you sat there, feeling a whirlwind of emotions and confusion, you were grateful that your friends were by your side, offering their support and understanding in your time of need.

With the comforting presence of your friends and the burger in your stomach, you finally arrived home. Jay and Jake had offered to spend the night with you, but you assured them that you appreciated their support but wanted some time alone with your thoughts. Feeling too drained to remove your makeup and outfit, you flopped onto your couch, face-first, and screamed into a throw pillow. The weight of the day and the unexpected encounter with Heeseung left your mind in a tumultuous state. As you lay there, lost in your thoughts, exhaustion overcame you, and you drifted into an uneasy slumber. Some odd hours later, you were startled awake by a persistent knocking on your door. At first, you attempted to ignore it, hoping the person would go away, but the knocking persisted. Reluctantly, you dragged yourself up and went to inspect the door through the peephole. What you saw on the other side took your breath away: a head of purple hair, Heeseung, standing at your doorstep.

Anger surged through your body as you swung the door open, and a torrent of questions spilled from your lips, "What do you want? Why are you here? Why did it take you so long to see me?" The frustration that had been simmering inside you for months finally found its voice, and it was directed squarely at the person who could provide answers. Heeseung began to speak, attempting to explain himself, but you couldn't bear to let him finish. The words tumbled out of you, fueled by the emotions that had been building up over time. "No, Heeseung. Do you know how long I've been waiting for you? How much I wished every motorcycle that passed me on the street was you? I've been so…" The emotional dam broke, and tears cascaded down your cheeks as your voice quivered with pent-up pain and frustration. Heeseung, rather than offering words, brought you into a gentle embrace, his strong arms wrapping around you, and his hand softly patting your head. His voice was a soothing whisper in your ear, "Shh, shh… I'm here now, pretty girl. I'm here. I'm sorry." His comforting presence and reassuring touch allowed you to release your bottled-up emotions. You allowed yourself to cry in his arms, feeling a mixture of anger, relief, and longing all at once. Despite your anger at him in this moment, you couldn't deny that his embrace was warm and welcoming, and it offered a sense of solace that you hadn't realized you had been yearning for.

You and heeseung were now sitting on the couch, cuddling in the darkness of your living room. You decide to break the silence, “Can we talk now, hee?” He begins to play with your hair, offering you a quiet hum in response. “Where have you been? Why haven’t you visited me?” You ask the questions that plagued your mind the most. "Yn, I'm truly sorry for disappearing like that. I had my reasons, but I understand how much it hurt you. I needed some time to sort things out in my life. It's not an excuse, but I want you to know that I've missed you every day, and I regret not being there for you. I'm here now, and I want to make it right, if you'll have me" he answers. “How do I know you’re telling the truth, heeseung? I mean, the first time I saw you today, you were surrounded by all these girls, and how do I know you won’t leave again?” You ask. "I understand your doubts, baby, and I don't blame you for being cautious. The girls today were just fans, and I was trying to keep a low profile. I promise you, I won't disappear again. I want to make it up to you and prove that I'm committed to being in your life. Actions speak louder than words, and I'm willing to show you through my actions that you can trust me." You let out a quiet sigh, “I want to trust you heeseung, I really do. But Im so scared of getting hurt again. Why did you decide to help me out that one day? The day we met? Do you do that to other girls? "I completely understand your fear, Yn. I helped you that day because you seemed like someone genuinely in need, and I felt a connection with you from the start. I don't do that for other girls; our meeting was special and unique. I can't promise you won't ever get hurt, but I can promise that I'll do my best to be there for you and be honest with you. I want to make things right between us. Seriously, my pretty girl” heeseung claims, shifting his body so you guys are face to face now.

As Yn looked into Heeseung's eyes, she saw a sincerity she hadn't seen in a long time. Her heart was still cautious, but the warmth of his embrace had melted some of the ice around it. "Let's take it one step at a time, my “love Heeseung said gently. "I won't rush you, and I'll do my best to earn your trust. We can figure this out together, princess.” Yn nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She was unsure of what the future held, but for the first time in months, she felt a glimmer of hope. As the night continued, they talked, laughed, and shared stories. Yn realized that Heeseung had changed, and maybe she had too. They both had scars, but perhaps together, they could heal. The story of Yn and Heeseung wasn't over; it was just beginning. And for the first time in a long time, they both felt like they were exactly where they were supposed to be.

“Lee Heeseung, if you disappear on me again, I swear to god. Don’t forget I still have sunghoon’s number!” You playfully hit Heeseung. “Okay, okay! Message received ma’am! Now I have a question.” You respond with a hum. “Now who was that boy holding your hand earlier? At the race? Hm?” You laugh and respond teasingly, “Baby, that’s Jake. You really don’t have to worry about him. He’s like my little puppy!”

“My love, you do realize how wrong that sounds?” Heeseung laughs.

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seventeen and which mythical beings they are

requested by @mesanthropi ^^ physically held myself back from going on rants for shua's and hao's and jeonghan's pls (iykyk)

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seungcheol

vampire. formidable, mysterious vampire seungcheol from a powerful family name who lives in a huge, ominous castle and somehow manages to make sucking blood look sexy… shakes he's so fine oh my god. honestly vampire!cheol with glowing red eyes and an intimidating presence and the most smug fucking smirk in the world is such a vibe, and he also has the whole “i was born centuries and centuries ago” old hag thing down to an art

jeonghan

siren. specifically a mermaid-type siren that lives in the sea and has a pretty iridescent tail. water-dwelling being jeonghan just makes so much sense to me bc he has their fluidity and their peaceful and their mischief and also??? jeonghan with a shimmery mermaid tail and captivating siren voice???? i'd willingly drown myself for him actually, siren song be damned. he has the silvery voice of a siren and the ethereal looks to be one fr

joshua

wood nymph. bambi-eyed wood nymph joshua who communicates with the birds and tends to his forest and has flowers weaved in his hair and stars embedded around his eyes… the nymph!joshua obsession is Real guys and i am definitely a victim of it. curly haired joshua is just sooo wood nymph coded and i can see him as some soft-spoken, pretty being who lives in a birch tree and guides stray travellers when they get lost in his woods

junhui

witch junhui with his black cat familiar and his dented cauldron and his cottage in the middle of the forest!! witch junhui with his mini apothecary and his goofy-sounding spells and his eyebrow permanently half-singed bc his enchantments keep backfiring!! witch junhui with his soft spoken words and bright laugh and total kindness to everyone who happens upon his home!! witch junhui is so so dear to me and he really is just. a witchy little dude

hoshi

shapeshifter. does this idea feed into his furry agenda a bit too much? yeah, it kinda does, but oh my god just imagine tiger shapeshifter hoshi who's part human but can turn into a large, big-fanged and bold-striped tiger at a moment's notice. he really just genuinely gives shapeshifter vibes, and every year he schedules one week where he'll traipse off into the nearest mountains and blow off some steam in his tiger form for seven days

wonwoo

dragon. okay so this is kinda not a humanoid mythical being, but wonwoo is soooo big friendly dragon coded. i can imagine him as a large, red scaly dragon, snoozing atop his massive hoard of gold in a secluded cave in the forest, little wisps of smoke coming out of his nostrils as he snores contentedly. that doesn't mean he can't be scary if he wants to tho, and can burn down any puny humans who try to steal his hoard in the blink of an eye

woozi

demigod. part-god woozi is just such a vibe okay, and he rlly does give off a hercules-type feel, where he can do inhuman things and seems almost untouchable in his awesomeness, even though he's right there in front of you. and he has a hatred of the gods and a mild tolerance for humans but at the end of the day, he appreciates and loves both for all that they do. (also in a percy jackson demigod sense, he is totally an apollo's kid and no i don't make the rules) 

minghao

fae. y'all know how far my fairy minghao agenda runs by now and like ??? can you blame me ???? the idea of sassy smol hao with fairy wings and a squeaky voice is cute and all, but also i just think he fits the idea of the entire tall, mysterious fae folk really well too. with his pointy fae ears and his shrewd gaze and his ability to say half-truths and riddles and give sage advice about how to live your life all at once, he really is very much a fae-like person. 

mingyu

some sort of demon. he's so loud and bright and kind that, despite his huge presence and glowing eyes and the horns protruding out of his mess of fluffy hair, you don't even register that he's some dangerous, hellish creature before something happens and he just snaps, the air around him visibly darkening as he tears after the thing that caused him to lose control. he's so sweet and kind but so undeniably dangerous all at once. 

dokyeom

elf. i'm thinking lord of the rings elves, except i haven't actually watched lord of the rings but i have this idea of them being tall and rich and elegant beings, and it makes me think of dokyeom. he's just so pretty, and the elves rely on the natural elements to survive, right? dokyeom is just so sunbeams peeking through forest leaves, so little rabbits bounding through the undergrowth, so hand-whittled arrows and folk songs around a campfire and tall, tall, beautiful elves. 

seungkwan

will o’ the wisp or a sprite. he's endearing and mysterious, and once you gain his favour he's staying glued to ur shoulder for the entirety of your dangerous quest through the magical woods. he's very chatty and also very elusive, constantly flitting around in the air and disappearing in a wink of light before appearing on your nose once again. you can't tell if he's a help or a hindrance, but he's cute and bright and makes the journey a lot better

vernon

a smurf. smurfs count as mythical beings okay, and while ive never actually watched any smurf movie thing ever, i think vernon would make an absolutely brilliant smurf. they give off silly goofy weird adorable vibes, and that's basically vernon in a nutshell. also smol vernon with blue skin and lives in a mushroom looking house??? that's kinda cute and actually something that vernon might wanna do irl not gonna lie

chan

nine-tailed fox. he's so mysterious and sexy and kind of dangerous but like. his unbelievable handsomeness kinda outweighs the danger. honestly i don't really have an explanation for this other than that the Vibes r there for some reason and he'd look so cool with those glittery wisps of magic threading through the air around him as his eyes glow a mysterious colour before he launches into a kdrama-esque fight sequence against the latest monster

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request: Hi, hi! May I request a Rise Leo one-shot? In some battle with a random villain, his long-time friend and crush falls under a mystic love spell that makes her act like she's head over heels for him for a month, and when it's over she doesn't remember any of it? She likes him too but never said anything bc she didn't think he'd like her back. I hope this isn't *too* detailed! Thank you so much for reading this. And pls take your time, I hope you're having a great day!💕

🝮 “ sorry i took so long ”

rise!leo x female!potioned!reader

author’s note: woo, I accidentally may have dragged this out super far…. erm…. i hope You like it,,, 🥺

word count: 6.3k

“ Tell me again why I’m here, Leo!! “

Narrowly dodging the gunk that came your way, dissolving the wall behind you, a shrieking inquiry was tossed at your friend-in-blue as you were both currently running for your lives through the weaving streets of the Hidden City.

“ No one else was available! ”

“ Ugh! ”

You ducked down with a shriek, dodging a mystic spell that popped into glitters and streaks like a firework as it hit the wall instead. Ignoring that, you trailed after a much-too-fast Leo, quickly growing winded, while thinking about this whole mess your best friend, Leo, roped you into.

—-

A sing-songy voice calls out your name. You were in your bathroom, tending to your hair when a special someone called for you. “ one second! “ you called, sitting things down on the counter, smoothing out your shorts, and then peeking out the room to see none other than mister Blue himself jogging in.

“ Y/N! Great, you’re ready, c’mon! ”

His hand has already found yours, lacing fondly and tugging you along to some yet-to-be-disclosed. If it weren’t for previously identical disasters starting just like this, you would have melted into the touch and been all-too delighted at holding this eccentric pal’s hand.

Alas! Thou art no fool, so you resist his pull, leaning backwards and digging your heels into the carpet of your room.

“ Hold on, partner! Remember what I said last time? ”

Narrowing your eyes at him, Leo stops dragging you and drops his shoulders with a sigh.

“ How did it go again, right, quote ‘Per Clause “Stop Getting Y/N in Messed-Up Situations”, Leonardo Hamato is required to debrief Y/N L/N on the shenanigans she is being dragged into’, end quote. ”

“ Exactly, now what is it this time? ”

Rubbing your hands, you shifted your weight and rested a hand on your hip, scrutinizing the turtle with your gaze. He seemed a bit nervous for a second but quickly recovered.

“ I was going to tell you on the way there, but since you’re Miss Impatient—“

Cue your dramatic gasp—

“—I SUPPOSE I can just tell you now. Mikey is doing a special dinner for Pops’ birthday, and I’m on delivery duty to retrieve some mystic ingredient his dish can’t live without. ”

“ Aww, how sweet, okay I’m in. ”

You turned your back to him, retrieving a backpack and filling it with some items. In the meantime, Leo plopped onto your bed with a playful huff, looking around the room he had seen far too many times.

“ See, now was that so hard? ”

Leo hummed curiously.

“ Telling me what we’re doing instead of letting me find out the hard way! “

Unhooking a light jacket from it’s hanger, you pulled it on, arm through arm, and tugged it for good measure. Leo hopped to his feet and came over to you, picking off something stuck to your shoulder. It was a sticker, probably off your computer or notebook. He rolled it between his fingers contemplatively, topping it all off with a dramatic “ hmmmmm ”. You held your breath at the distance, swearing you could smell him… Wait hold on, was that cologne? How the hell—

“ More fun my way. ”

He grinned, grabbing your hand again and yanking you through a portal as you flailed and stuttered out a series of questions, grunts, and groans.

—-

Turns out Mikey left out one important fun-fact, and that was his special ingredient was not only located in a certain witch’s garden ((a community one, but more so a “ local community! ” and not a “ topsider coming down here to take it ” one)), but also that there were crude signs posted up banning a certain brother who may or may not have resembled Leo.

So that’s what landed you two here, in this chase through the underground yokai territory, dodging angry spells and booking it down unfamiliar paths.

“ No one else was available! ”

Leo responded, turning his head to look back at you as you groaned out in annoyance. It wasn’t a shock that you were slower than him, but the distance increasing between you both was alarming enough for him to pivot on his foot and turn. His hand shot out to you, intending to grab yours and just haul you away, but instead your connected hand was yanked. He threw you behind him, shouting “ watch out! “ as he slashed a glass that a pursuing witch had thrown.

The witch—wizard?— glared at you both. He was the last of many to keep up the chase, others having been lost to obstacles, quick-second traps, or who just gave up.

Then his eyes fell upon you, on the ground behind the oh-so-heroic blue, and immediately a slick grin appeared on his face. While still yelling obscenities, the witch cackled while rushing off in the opposite direction.

Confused, Leo turned around to look at you and realize the slashed glass’ contents splatted onto you. Chills shot down his spine as he dropped down into a squat, careful not to touch the substance as it was… seeping into your skin?!

“ Oh, oh man—oh, oh, are you okay? Y/N? Does it hurt?! ”

Frantically, he pat himself down for a rag of sorts to try and wipe the liquid away and prevent anymore from being absorbed into your skin.

Nothing.

He looked back at you with widened eyes, only to find you gazing back at him. You didn’t seem… in pain? You weren’t even yelling at him for throwing you down like that. Were you okay? What was that potion anyways? Did it have no effect on you?

“ Y/N, hey, come on, “

Leo pleaded, reaching a hand out for your forehead. Warm, really warm, he frowned. His arm slacked, returning to his side as he internally pleaded for you to say anything.

After an uncomfortable thickened grew between you both, you finally moved. Leo was both relieved and started, as you began leaning close to him with glossy doe eyes.

“ Ah—haha, hey, Y/N? “

Nervously he stammered, not daring to move an inch. Was there something wrong? Something on his face??

Well, now there was. A kiss, placed softly upon his cheek, followed by arms enveloping him lovingly. Your hand rested on the back of his head, pressing his face into your shoulder as you hugged him.

“ That was a close one… Thank god you’re okay, Leo! ”

Deer in the headlights. Leo was speechless, for once, stiff in your embrace.

“ You scared that witch off, my strong handsome boy. “

Wait, what was that last bit?

Quickly his hands met your shoulders, pulling you off him as he put a gap between the two of y’all. He was searching your eyes for explanation, hands holding your shoulders firmly. There was a deep green hue flushing his cheeks and snout, peeking from up under his mask.

“ What? ”

—-

“ DONNIE! ”

CLASH.

CLANK.

and other sounds of things breaking and rolling.

And then the annoyed growl of a peeved brother.

“ Oh sweet brother of mine, you had better hope your reason for this mess is enough to protect you from my wrath. “

Grumbled the genius brother as he turned from the clutter, seeing Leonardo with a frantic expression—a fresh change of pace to that cocky grin of his—and you, latched to his arm lovingly.

“ Oh, great, you barged in here just to inform me you’re together. Shocker, allow me to show my surprise. “

Silence followed as the two brothers stared at each other. A metaphorical tumbleweed may have strolled on by, who’s to say. Donnie’s face had no change, and Leo’s only seemed to scrunch up more and more with each passing second.

“ …? “

He gestured his hands as if to say “ go on????? ”

“ Oh. That was it, that was my surprised face. “

“ Ha, ha, Don, no! That’s not it! Remember that Hidden City mission I was supposed to do? “

“ Ah, yes, the mission Mikey asked you specifically to carry out. Now let me guess, you’re here because you begged Y/N to go with you, and when you both got there, they insultingly mistook you for your more handsome brother, so you both had to escape, and amidst the chase, she ended up getting doused with some witch’s brew? ”

“ N—Wait, yes, how did you do tha? That’s creepily accurate… ”

Donnie simply reached a hand out, tilting a monitor to show a display that looked to be an angle from a Hidden City surveillance camera.

“ You saw it all from start to finish and didn’t help me?! Wait, then you saw—”

“ Her kiss you? As did every officer in the hidden city—not like they care. Now, if you’re here to ask for my help in this predicament, I am happy to say no. ”

“ What? Why! You’re my brother, what happened to treating your family with kindness? ”

Irked, the purple-banded turtle gestured to his lab.

“ Exhibit A, family kindness was not shown in refraining from bothering me. Exhibit B, last week you opted for eating the last slice of pizza when Mikey told you to come tell me food was here. Exhibit C, yo—“

“ Okay, okay, fine, I get it. My own flesh and blood would rather Y/N suffers than help her. ”

Donned with her best puppy eyes, Leo affectionately—and dramatically—nuzzles you. It seems you hadn’t read your script, as you were simply placing yet another public kiss upon his cheek, pouting at his brother.

“ Come on Donnie, don’t be so mean to him. Look how cute he is, there’s no way you can be mean to this face~! “

Delighted, your hands were rubbing his cheeks, mushing and melding the flesh as he watched you with big eyes. Had the circumstances been different, he may have been perfectly content and okay with this.

“ First, gross, second, wow that potion obviously broke her eyes too, third, ‘Nardo, this is mystic business. I can run some diagnostics, but I am a scientist, not a wizard. “

Running a hand through nonexistent hair, Donnie came over and tapped you, gesturing to follow him. You gave Leo a worried look, but when he smiled and gave you thumbs up, you were all the more willing to let him go and follow Donnie wherever.

Internally though, you couldn’t fight the oddest idea that something wasn’t right, but your head would say, “ oh, stop worrying, you’ll make leo worry, too! “ and you wouldn’t want that, would you? To worry your sweet knight? Of course, you also couldn’t exactly remember when he changed from “ secret crush ” to “ sweet knight ”, but maybe you’re just really distracted right now!

Ah… Well, that isn’t a believable excuse, but it’s all your foggy brain could come to.

“ Yowch—Donnie! ”

You glared at him, flinching from no warning as he pricked your skin and took a blood sample.

“ It will take a bit for the results of this to come in, so I suggest you send her home in the meantime. It doesn’t seem life threatening yet. “

Donnie paused for a second, then turned to look at Leo.

“ Emphasis on yet, perhaps keeping an eye on her would be best. ”

And then his back was turned to you as he began loading up some machine with the sample. You sighed, going back to Leo’s side while rubbing your arm. What was all this even for, you wondered. It was odd that your memories before getting in here were foggy, but surely whatever happened didn’t warrant this much weirdness?

Well, at least now you can have time with Leo—just the two of you!

“ Thank you, Dontron, you’re the best brother. ”

“ Yeah, okay, don’t let ‘Angelo hear that. ”

Leo turned, shivering as your delicate hands laced around his arm. It was distracting enough that the portal he made turned out wibbly-wobbly, dropping you both off at the complex across from yours. The giggle you made was all the more distracting on top of everything. Leaning your head onto his shoulder, a smile graced your features.

“ Wow, Leo, are you stalling going home to spend more time with me? “

For the second time today, the talkative Leo was rendered speechless. Another portal was made, and the two of you were stumbling into your living room—possibly knocking over some things on the way in, too, but you didn’t care. You were going to give another teasing quip, but as you turned to deliver it, the room was empty, ‘cept for you, obviously. He had managed to leave just as quickly as you had both arrived…

A pout tugged on your lips as your hand rubbed your other arm awkwardly.

What was that all about….?

—-

In the coming days, your lovey-dovey expressions towards Leo didn’t seem to have a stop in sight. If anything, they skyrocketed. Dangerously so.

Donnie’s results were in within a day, indicating what he said was an equation of, “ C8H11NO2, C10H12N2O, and C43H66N12O12S2 ” being amped up, produced in a highly active process whenever a certain somebody was nearby.

In other words—or rather, dumber terms, as Leo requested—you were simply under the effects of some mystic magic that would increase Dopamine, Serotonin, and Oxytocin levels in his company.

That wasn’t simple enough, as Leo dragged on for an even simpler explanation. Exasperated, Donnie groaned that basically you’re under the effects of a love-inducing spell.

Cogs clicked into place for Leo, and his first thought was, surprisingly, to avoid you. If this was you under an intoxication of sorts, then of course he couldn’t take advantage of that. The best option would be avoidance, to save you embarrassment of coming to terms with your behavior afterwards! A foolproof plan, right? Makes sense? Total sense!

Of course, this was an ideal situation, not what happened in reality. Reality piece number 1 would kick in two days after the potion incident.

There Leo was, doing his usual boasting act as he and his brothers did their weekly encounter with Hypno and Warren. He found himself as the target of one of Hypno’s rings boomeranging in his direction. Braced and ready to parry it with his ōdachi, his focus shattered when a desperate “ leo! “ startled him. Instantly, he was dodging the hippo’s weapon by slamming into the ground from a strong force tackling him down.

He recovered quickly, especially after the teasing “ ooooooh~! “ from the nosy villains he was actively sparring with, and met with your worried eyes.

Damn it.

“ Leo, are you okay? I was worried when you didn’t come b— “

Cue a quick hand clamping upon your mouth. Nope, nope, not exposing that to his brothers. They didn’t have to know how often he would visit you behind their backs. And you didn’t need to deal with their prying just from a slip-of-the-tongue.

One portal later and he was plopping you down on the couch in your room, pleading with you to stay and that he’d be back later (a lie).

Again, you were left sitting alone, confused as to why he was acting like this. Aren’t you both head over heels for each other? Is it just you? Your foot kicked the ground a bit as you leaned into the couch’s arm. Ah, wait, when you saw him and ran to him, you kind of… put something down..

“ I left my bag.. ”

Throwing up your arms and sliding into a laying-down position, you stared up at the ceiling and sniffled.

—-

“ Leo. “

“ I know, I know! I can’t keep avoiding her. ”

“ What? ”

Mikey quirked an eyebrow, swatting his brother’s hand away.

“ No, stop eating my ingredients. What’re you talking about, Y/N? You’re avoiding her? ”

Choose your words carefully, Leo, don’t want to accidentally bring out Dr. Feelings.

“ She’s under some potion effects, so I’m keeping a distance for her sake. ”

Mikey nodded, stirring the bowl he was holding. Occasionally he would reach over for herbs or so, sprinkling them into the mix.

“ Riiiiight, and you think that a potion that makes her like you more is the perfect situation to avoid her in? ”

“ You get it, yeah! ”

“ Mhmm, and what if you avoiding her makes it worse? ”

…

Crickets could have used this room as a perfect place for practice with how pin-droppingly quiet it was.

“ Right.. I should go see her, shouldn’t I.. ”

Leo traced circles in the residual flour on the table as his brother hummed in agreement. Reality puzzle piece number 2 was trickling down into its rightful place, a couple of days after he had last dropped you off at home.

Not to say that he went to see you after this, though. He sat up, stole a carrot sadly, ignored his brother’s “ hey! “ and slunk off to his room to sulk.

—-

In your apartment, you sprawled on the couch and rubbed your swollen nose with a tissue before crumpling it and throwing it into a nearby trash can.

One more look, you thought. Maybe I didn’t hear the notification, you reasoned, lifting your phone and clicking it on to read the all-too-cruel No New Notifications practically jeering at you.

Recognizing your face, your phone unlocked instantly, illuminating your face to the uncharacteristic message after message sent to the beloved ghosting you now.

NOTIFICATION

You have no new messages.

——————————————————

← Leonardo Hamato 💕 ☎︎

—————————————————— ︎O you 1 wk ago

Hey! Haha, you left so quick,

what’s up?

︎O you. 1 wk ago

Too good for goodbyes, huh?

lol

︎O you 1 wk ago

Good night, sleep well and

sweet dreams!

︎O you 1 wk ago

Sleep snug and warm!!

︎O you 5 days ago

Hey, you haven’t been coming

over as much!

︎O you 5 days ago

Maybe we could stay up and

watch a movie? Like usual?

︎O you 5 days ago

We could make dinner together

too! That’s always fun!

︎O you 5 days ago.

Or not

︎O you 5 days ago.

good night…

︎O you 4 days ago.

Good morning!!

︎O you 4 days ago.

Good night!!

︎O you 3 days ago.

Good morning

︎O you 1 day ago.

good night

︎O you 2 hrs ago.

I miss you..

——————————————————

One heavy sigh later and you were finished scrolling, getting up off the couch and into the kitchen for something to eat.

Hopefully there will be a ding..

—-

By the time the middle of the second week rolled around, Leo couldn’t handle going that long without shooting you a message or two—a quick, “ hey, how’s it going “ or a “ hey, check out this video, it reminded me of you “. Considering how much he popped in at your place, there was never any need for texting, just an occasional “ bored, can i pop in? “ or a “ don’t wanna do this homework, wanna drop by? “.

Seeing more messages from you, outside of their ordinary nature, was enough to make him feel even more horrible.

His feelings for you had always been a tad bit all over the place, but ever since that kiss, all your compliments, and those big eyes, there was no one in the world who wouldn’t have began their rapid descent into loving you.

From that moment, there was pretty much never a second spent without you on his mind, running circles and flushing his cheeks all over again. He spent more time in his room this time, not daring to give his brothers the chance to poke fun.

You were under a spell that made you love him. He couldn’t bring himself to take any kind of advantage of a situation like this. After all, he can easily make you fall for him, but it wouldn’t be rewarding if the competition was rigged. And this spell, how long would it last? Were you aware of it? Would you remember it all in the end? What would he do if you’re like this forever?

Before he put his phone down, he watched the three little dots appear in y’all’s messages and couldn’t help the heaviness in his chest, as he dropped the phone into the desk at his bedside.

Reality puzzle piece 4 fell into place as Leo laid in bed, eyes fixated on the ceiling. They followed the lines, the cracks and wear n’tear. Reflecting over the nights, days, the weeks, and even conversations, there was one line from his brother that echoed in his head.

“ … a potion that makes her like you more … “

There was a second of silence.

Then another.

And another, perhaps even a little water droplet falling could be heard.

Then followed the sound of frantic scrambling.

Sheets thumping upon the ground.

And lastly a dramatic gasp.

“ Makes her like me more?! Then—“

His hands meet his cheeks, slapping them cleanly to try and knock some sense into himself.

“—that means she liked me already?! ”

Ding ding, dearest Blue.

—-

Reality piece number 5th slammed into place as a “ patrolling ” Leo “ accidentally ” ended up at the balcony to your house, caught halfway through your window as you came from your room in sleepwear.

“ Leo? “

“ I can explain. ”

He responded immediately, punctuating the sentence with a harsh toppling in through your window. Against the floor, his body thumped unceremoniously in a mess of limbs and ligaments. This stirred a few breathy giggles from your sweet lips, followed by you dropping right by his side to help him up.

“ Leo! Are you okay? “

You wore a worried smile, delicate hands cupping his, stroking with a kindness you held only for him—matter of fact, it wasn’t even a new or foreign form of kindness. Had you always treated him this way? Was this potion really just… increasing what was already there?

“ Yeah.. ”

He had no reason to be here—not even an explanation for how he ended up in this side of town. You didn’t exactly live right above the lair, so your place wasn’t an easy “ right across the street “ venture.

And, your place was also usually…

Much neater—much cleaner—than it is now…

There were tissues balled up on the table beside your couch and dirty dishes in the sink. The counter had the remnants of a Maruchan ramen cup, topped with a fork upside down. Sheets were laid on the couch, right where he had last dropped you off at.

Suddenly, he remembered Mikey’s conversation and felt all the more guilty.

That bad feeling coiled its grip all around him, tightening as he finally gazed into your eyes, catching the puffiness.

“ Y/N…. I… I’m sorry. ”

His hand held yours, the one you helped him up with, and gently tugged you closer to him. The other hand reached up, cupping your cheek with a warmth you had been longing for all these weeks. You leaned into the hand with shaky lips, mentally repeating, “ i missed this “. Though, there was another thought gnawing at you—missed this? Why couldn’t you remember this happening? It was almost as though you were under some kind of…

But never mind that, the 5 piece reality puzzle was completed and fully illuminated for the Leo who was finally seeing the effect his impromptu plan was having. He couldn’t even deny the fact that it might have never even been a plan, he might have just been…

Afraid.

But the way you’re looking at him now, and how much he feels “ at home ” in a sense, well..

It was enough for him to change up his behavior. He didn’t know how much longer you would be like this—or if the effects had already gone away (though, the sweetness in your gaze assured him otherwise)—regardless of all that mess, he was going to be what you (and he) needed most right now.

“ Can I take you up on that movie n’dinner offer? Or, should we team up on this mess? ”

With a playful tone, he held both your hands in both of his, with his thumbs running along the tops of your hands lightly.

—-

“ Hey Leo… ”

It was the third week. The past few days had returned to a “ normal ”, with Leo starting to do his usual visits more often. The two of you had decided today would be for an impromptu sweets-making day and we’re currently laying on the floor while the stove heated up.

“ Yeah? ”

Leo turned his head, looking at you. Your hands fidgeted, and your eyes tried to find patterns in the popcorn ceiling.

There were holes in your memory, as if your mind was putting together a story—a lie— like a child put on trial by their parents. You turned to meet his gaze, resting your hand against your sternum.

“ This isn’t real, is it? ”

“ Excuse me? ”

Leo sat up, or more appropriately sprung up. He searched your expression for any kind of “ gotcha! “ or “ hah, made ya look! “ but found nothing but sincerity swirling in your eyes.

“ What, uh, what do you mean by that? ”

Nervously, he swapped his focus to the stove, standing up to put the ingredients into the pot. Today’s menu was homemade chocolates, and no, neither of y’all went to the store for it. This was happening with everything out of your pantry and the random stash of chocolate bars on top of the fridge.

On the floor you laid, glancing to his leg standing near your head. Your hand touched his ankle, tickling for a second as he made a strange noise and jerked his foot back, “ ah, hey! stop that—“

“ The way you’re acting, the way I’m acting—our texts, my memories.. Something happened in the witch’s town, didn’t it? Something I don’t remember? “

Now it was Leo’s turn to be confused. He looks down at you after stirring the pot a bit, settling down the spoon to let the heat take its course.

“ Y/N, you don’t remember what happened?”

He leans against the counter, one hand resting against the edge while the other holds his chin inquisitively. How should he respond to this? “ oh, yeah, you were hit with a love potion and i got scared because i love you and so i avoided you! “

Vetoed.

“ No, I just remember you, like… You tried to protect me from something, and then it got hazy. ”

He weighed his options, weighed how to respond, and eventually settled on an idea. Leo squats down beside you, reaching a hand to caress your cheek. The gesture is accepted as you nuzzled to the warmth, seeking the security his hold gave.

“ Y/N, I… I’m not sure what it was. ”

“ Donnie tested me, didn’t he? Days—no, weeks ago, when it happened? Didn’t he find anything? ”

eyuiii—- hoo boy, Leo….

“ No, the tests.. It’s mystic mojo, not Donnie’s vibes. You know that. ”

The way you squinted suspiciously at him almost made him break under the pressure. Luckily the pot was bubbling over and he needed to tend to that quickly!

“ Ah, hang on! ”

The conversation was dropped from there.

Neither of you picked it back up.

—-

While communication may have not been the strong suit, everything else was. To make up for secrets he was hiding, questions he was leaving unanswered, and tension being stirred, Leo had gone out of his way to impress and delight you. If you were to be stuck in this state forever, he was going to ensure that the you now was treated just as he would have treated the you before.

And that he did. You both got up to your usual shenanigans: pranks ending with one of the brothers shouting you or Leo’s name, sneaking into villain territories that may have been above a human’s pay grade, late-night lunar antics where no one would really mind it, but many might question it happening so late (such as playing games in courts past midnight or 3 AM park strolls).

But, you also ended up on some… out of the ordinary outings.

Dates, in other words.

There had been a few times where Leo portaled into your living room, letting himself into every room until he found you, only to discover you in a fancy or well-thought out outfit that he said couldn’t go to waste.

In just this third week, you had managed to acquire ice skating by experience as your beloved snuck you both right on into a closed rink (and sabotaged the cameras, of course!), to —embarrass— to have fun!

You had shaky legs in the skates,like that of a newborn deer, but nothing could beat the skipping of your heart each time Leo caught you in his arms as you went down, saying a slow, “ whoa there, don’t go falling for me yet… “ with a smile that had done you in way before his warning.

By the end of it, you had fallen right into his embrace. Hands on his chest, eyes locked in intense contact. A gravity pulled you both in, lips just barely touching—you were so sure you could feel his breath rolling across your skin.

But, leave it to someone’s phone blaring with a warning, a “ Donnie Alert '' cautioning Leo that someone was coming into the building. Just how much time did you both spend in that rink together?

The week had also brought you the full cliché experience of a movie date. Well, maybe not too cliché. Not sure how common it is to go to the theatres in full costume, but there were plenty of odd looks as you both strolled in dressed like “ aliens ” (Leo got compliments for his totally realistic looking green body paint. You wondered how he was able to answer “ what brand did you use? ” questions.)

But, aside from that, it was a date straight out of a movie. Best seats in the house, shared popcorn, bashful shoulder touches, and the classic accidental hand touch as you both reached for the salty snack. This night had been punctuated with yet another almost-kiss, but this time it was you who interrupted it.

Home, at your balcony, Leo cupped your cheek and leans in slowly for a kiss. The look in his eyes, the way the streetlights illuminated his skin—how supple his lips looked…

It overwhelmed you. Your heart raced, as though it would simply pop in your chest, and you turned your head to the side and covered your lips with your hand.

“ I—I’m not ready.. For some reason.. ”

It was as though someone, someone who was also you, was screaming “ stop, no! “ in the back of your head. A silence plateaued between you both, broken by Leo’s light chuckle.

“ No worries, ”

His hand cups your cheek, stroking with his thumb.

“ I’d wait a lifetime for you. ”

You smiled as he left, sighing like a maiden in love. Like? No, no, you are a maiden in love.

And the rest of the week’s dates, into the fourth week, only made it so much worse.

Only now, there was another voice in your head growing louder and louder. It was you, but also not you? She was guiding you, stopping you, begging and pleading, and sometimes even giving pointers—it was a weird experience. Were you just unlocking a new level of consciousness?

—-

The fourth week, the last week of the potions effects. The end of the month. There had been an imaginary clock looking over you the whole time, ticking down to a limit.

Unbeknownst to you two lovebirds.

Leo was in too deep by now. He was in love—more than he ever imagined to be—and he loved you deeply. As did you. The embraces you would both share each time he came by was undeniable to anyone, including yourselves.

In fact, he had even slept over once. The night before today.

The most important day, a special date.

Last night had been a stay-in night, garnished with a dinner-making montage involving kitchen room dancing, pasta and sauce making, and plenty of giggles. With dinner done, you both settled in your room with a movie showing on TV from your media provider. It was some horror movie that turned out horrible—quality, scared, all of it. Only a fifth of the way in, and already you had both devolved into a classic “ Cinema Sins “ episode.

The night dragged on til Leo gave a sigh, saying he should head back. He was stopped by your delicate grip, holding his hand as if presenting a choice rather than a demand. You asked if he really had to go, and he answered you with silence. Gently, you tugged his arm as if to request he return to the bed, and he obliged.

There was an awkward space between you both, closed only by your hands finding each other and resting against the pillow. You both slept facing each other, but you woke up hugging each other, as though your bodies resented the distance and craved connection.

Today was an important day because it was a date planned without you—Leo insisted it be a secret, and you were instructed to wear your nicest outfit and meet him in your apartment’s garden at 8 PM sharp.

In the garden was an opening, centered and circular. He figured no one would mind it being temporarily occupied by a table and two chairs, as well as a contained candle lit. The flowers around him framed the scene, lining the walkway.

And here he waited for your arrival, prepared to finally say the words he had yet to let you hear all this time.

“ Y/N, ”

He practiced to your favorite flowers, held in an equally as pretty vase,

“ I love you. I’m sorry it took me so long, but god, ”

His hand strokes a petal, noting it’s texture in a fleeting thought,

“ I regret taking so long. I love you, honestly and genuinely. Through and through. ”

He shook his head, muttering “ that’s not good enough. “ and continued waiting for you.

He gazed at his watch, feeling a drop in his chest at the time. It was three minutes past the designated time. No worries, Leo, she’s just running late, he reassured himself, and looked expectantly at the doors. Any second now you would be strolling in.

It was strange, though. You were usually very punctual.

The imaginary clock had struck its mark, having no heart to wait long enough for the two lovers. At its silent chime, the spell diminished, taking with it a month’s worth of memories. You were left standing still in your living room, looking around in confusion. What were you doing again? You looked at your dress, your shoes, and then jogged into the bathroom, looking in the mirror. Were you going somewhere? Why?

Why were you dressed up so nicely, you wondered? More importantly, when did you get home? All you could recall was Leo pulling you, the pain of hitting the ground, and then looking up to see something splashing down on you…

There was one person you could get answers from, and so you went scrambling for your phone. An electric shock coursed its way through your body as a date was illuminated big on the Home Screen. No, no, this couldn’t be right—something was wrong. It couldn’t possibly be a month later?

Just what was going on, you thought, as you plopped onto your bed and undid your hair. Unlocking your phone, you scrolled the contact, “ Leonardo Hamato 💕 “, and clicked the text box to shoot off a message. Wait, pause? There were several messages sent within the last two weeks. That’s… Weird—you don’t send this many messages, not to Leo…

….?

Who sent these messages?

A ding came in. You held your breath.

NOTIFICATION

You have one new message.

——————————————————

← Leonardo Hamato 💕 ☎︎

—————————————————— ︎O Leonardo Hamato now

When I said dress up, I didn’t think you would do a full makeover!

︎O Leonardo Hamato now

Don’t stand me up for a pretty brush, I’m much more handsome

︎O Leonardo Hamato now

I’m in the garden, remember?

——————————————————

It was more messages than you guys usually sent each other… But, the garden? Why would he be there? Not a second more was wasted before you were zipping down your building’s stairwell as though you were Cinderella descending the palace steps.

Through the doors, across the too-small-to-count park, and against the decorative doors of the complex’s most prized staple—the centerpiece that garnered them so much popularity as a beautiful apartment property.

Time slowed down as you stepped in. Like a dream, petals twirled hand n’hand gracefully with the breeze that slipped past the open doors, and your gaze soon met the relieved smile of the beautiful blue that you had long since fallen in love with. He moved over towards you, taking your hand before you could even say anything, and guided you to the candlelit table. The cloth was simple, a light blue with repeating patterns of different berries, with a white lace lining the edges. Your favorite flowers gave a little spin in their vase, and a small candle fire danced as though it were happy to see you.

But never could it be happier than Leo, who held your hands with a fondness you couldn’t help but melt into. What was going on? What happened in the month-long lapse of your memory?

“ Y/N! I was a bit worried, you know? ”

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. Your eyes widened, and you held your breath, not daring to speak. If this was a dream, then god was it a cruel one.

Leo’s hand cups your cheek as he leans away, stroking it lovingly with his thumb. It felt as though you had felt this before despite having no recollection of so. Still, you leaned into the touch and looked into his lulled, lovesick eyes with your own, pooling with love straight from your heart. Was he… Did he? Did he love you, how you love him?

“ When you didn’t show up at the time I told you, I will admit that I got nervous.. But seeing you now, I just.. ”

He sighed happily, cupping both your cheeks with his hands and leaning in closer.

“ I love you so much. From the bottom of my heart, for so long. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. ”

Leaning in, he closed the gap as you whispered his name. Your lips were locked in a sweet kiss.

Whatever happened this month, it was probably the best thing to ever happen to you. Though, you would definitely be getting answers from him later.

But right now, you are going to savor this moment.

[ninasbookshelf]

webtoons i’m reading (and not reading)

i was really into webtoons for a spell, but once "Cursed Princess Club" went on hiatus i had bad luck finding ones i liked for awhile. now i'm in a decent place with a few i really enjoy, and i want to log my thoughts on all the Webtoons i've tried in the interim.

i'm still keeping up with "Muse on Fame", which has me totally hooked. i'm on the edge of my seat with every episode (chapter?), always afraid for what will happen next. this story tempts me every week to purchase coins, but so far i've stayed strong! 💪 😤 (no spoilers pls if you've read ahead.)

i gave up on "I'm the Queen in This Life" after keeping up with it for a few months. it just doesn't hook me like it did in the beginning. the same thing happens over and over. the MC is put in a situation that looks really bad for her reputation and she manages to perfectly weave her way out of it with some big speech with no consequences whatsoever and after awhile it just felt a bit... forced? i didn't see much point in continuing.

on a similar note, i started "SubZero" and read over seventy episodes before giving into the fact that it was going nowhere. this webtoon was recommended to me a few times but it felt super fanservice-y with a lot of wasted potential for plot. i mean, maybe the plot continues sometime after i stopped reading, but there's SO much fanservice and kinda immature drama in between any actual plot points that it takes away from the progression of the story... (if you're caught up please share your thoughts). i guess i didn't realize it was primarily a romance when i started reading it, so this might be a me problem more than anything else haha.

i also started reading "Not So Shoujo Love Story" a few months ago, and though it's not one that i actively keep up with, it's a lot of fun to check in on once in awhile. i've read 28 of the 95 available episodes and it's nice to visit it if i need something light and silly.

finally, one really new option that i've been loving is "High Spirits Neoma"! there are only a few episodes out but i'm really enjoying it so far, and it has a lot of potential to become one of my favorites. the main character has a fun personality and i'm curious to see where the story goes.

this ended up being a lot longer than expected! i am always taking webtoon recommendations so if you think of any i'd like based on these comments feel free to share. and if you're reading "Muse on Fame"... how do you feel about Manager Eun? 👀 🧐 🤔

[overx]

▶▶️ one Dirge pls, or Raziel! up to u

send “▶▶️” to get a glimpse at a scene from my muse’s future. send “◀️◀️” to get a glimpse at a memory from my muse’s past.

How can I say no?

A smile at the recollection, at Vesper's excited question, and the awkward backtracking that ensued. Insisting it didn't have to be done, but such an earnest request... he'd probably been even more enthusiastic than the Necromancer by the end.

You're trusting me with your first tattoo Vesper! Of course I'll do it. Knowing the sentiment behind it only made him all the more determined. So many unspoken feelings, a bond distilled down to abstract patterning on skin. A secret they'd share, until the right time.

Raz flips through his sketchbook, pages already filled with ink. So many small designs in the last few days, but none of them felt quite right.

Drawing had always been an intuitive process for Raziel, he felt out each piece. Meditated to the scratching of pen on paper. Somewhere in the whitespace, he'd find the inspiration, each blank place a possibility.

In that way, art and magic are the same. Unintentional creations that flowed haphazardly from his hands, that became real without vision.

Maybe this one... The shape closes on the page, just sketchy enough not to act like a real circle.

...or.... so he'd hoped. The glow of magic is unmistakable, each stroke of his hand tying together the unseen around him. Weaving a spell whether he meant to or not.

There's familiar white fur suddenly behind his book, the room noticeably colder.

"...oops." He glances up, a lopsided smile at the Winter deity inadvertently summoned here. "I didn't mean to do that, sorry Mor." Not that it'd been the first time... but his partner is more bemused than upset.

...I guess that means it works. Hopefully Vesper and Volt will like it too.

[luc1d-dr34m5]

Oh man I wasn’t expecting a response so quickly! And thank you for putting it in the main tags lol.

But I really like the idea of dreadful harmony! Those two really are the toxic yaoi/yuri of all time (though I don’t find them to be all that toxic lol)

I def have more questions but I’m worried about flooding your inbox a little sorry. Like how did DH lose their humanity? (I know that HC lost it due to the UW fusing him with half of I-no but I’m curious what the UW could have done to DH)

Im also curious about Lethargy too. Does HC/DH consider them their kid? Or what do they think of lethargy and vice versa?

Or hell I’m curious what other people think of HC and DH’s unique dynamic. (Especially Asuka damn. )

Sorry if this is long!

I only call them toxic YaoiYuri depending on the current roles they're playing, these two are so versatile in vibe cuz one drawing they could be having the most toxic moment ever and the next drawing theyre like sleeping on a couch after watching movies together and both situations fit them a lot atleast to me

And dw dw pls flood my inbox with more questions im going to explode about them in a good way

DH lost their humanity bc of the information flow from the Backyard being far too concentrated, while HC got the luxury of basically becoming fused with a god's powers, DH did not and their own abilities stem from the fact theyre basically a walking Tome of Origin that haw a super genius mind that can constantly revise and create new spells all the time. In this way Both DH and HC are equal in power. Also why would The Universal Will throw and trap DH into concentrated Backyard info area is cuz it was a desperate decision and they assumed DH would die but... like... thats, thats the one who weaves the spells. Universal Will had a dumb moment but hey it threw the Original off. To esplain Further DH had managed to make a way that they can survive by taking in the information influx from the Backyard but it came at the cost of their humanity, they managed to keep their memories and biases tho.

And YEAH DH ans HC lovingly(and annoyingly to Lethargy) consider them their child.

HC to Lethary - is like that annoying kind of parent who likes to poke their nose into ur bussiness but they genuine love and care abt you, Hes probs taken to the role as the Overprotective Parent just to stir drama every once in a while, i like to think during the earlier parts of Lethargy's story when theyre their panicky and terrified of their own strength self Happy Chaos just teleports sweets to them, Regional sweets, they both got sweet tooths. Havent got a full concrete thing on how he thinks of Lethargy cuz he has too many thoughts in his head but the basis of it all is fondness and horror, the closest he could feel to it cuz Lethargy is stronger than both HC n DH combined but Lethargy prefers being human than to become anything else. But the fondness overpowers the horror tbh he cares for the kid

Lethargy to HC - Basically think of someone in their rebellious phase, Lethargy loathes the fact they and HC have similarities, Easy to rile up n all. They tend to start bickering with HC on random topics HC started rambling abt. They think hes annoying n all, but when they do get along oh boy, Oh Boy. Prepare ur popcorn besties this boutta be the best show of ur life.

DH to Lethargy - Bias exists here, though they cant feel emotion they do try to show Lethargy that they care for em. They take on the role of 'Damage control' parent, this family has 1 braincell and DH has it half the time, the other half is when HC and Lethargy cause joint chaos together. Theyre the type of parent to be chill and such but WILL put their foot down if needed. They're the one who mainly teaches Lethargy how to use their own abilities since Lethargy can grasp Circle theory. Same case with HC there is both fondness n horror in their own unique way but as always the fondness overpowers the horror. Theyre the favorite parent and they know it.

Lethargy to DH - Favorite parent. No he will not let HC fight DH for the spot of favorite parent. DH is the favorite parent and Lethargy will forever shove that fact into HC's face. Lethargy is thankful to DH for being so goddamn patient with them bc Lethargy can be so clumsy and dumb. Lethargy wonders where DH got all this patience from (DH got it from knowing and dealing with HC for years lmaoo)

Regardless thought the two like to be embarrassing parents, always like, bragging abt Lethargy's accomplishments and they of course inherited DH and HC's immeasurable IQ's they just have a morality to hold back themselves.

I dont know that much about the Conclave members individually yet so i cant say for them, Asuka on the other hand... he's semi used to it, he was clueless they used to date eachother tho lmaoo.

Like, as their student he had no idea The Original and The Architect were dating, he had suspicions but he didnt wanna ask them. To picture how ridiculously oblivious Asuka was during this time, The Original and The Architect could be smooching out in the open and he'd be like "Something fruity going on here... But probs isnt" /J/J those two were a bit more subtle but yeah Asuka truly is bad with relationships, even seeing em.

Adding sum tidbits here on The Architect/DH and Asuka's own dynamic. DH and Asuka were much closer actually, DH even when human was stoic and rarely showed visible emotion even verbally. Only diff betwene them is that DH isnt clueless on emotions, they acknowledge the importance of feelings even as who they are now. Its why betwen DH and HC, DH causes less casualties and suffering due to this. tbh DH would be scolding Asuka for not taking how he himself felt into account even in a scientific way. Emotions are a variable regardless, why ignore such a vital thing?

and i like to think that as a parallel to HC's "Asuka Asuka Asuka Asuka... You're a natural born lunatic" and the response of "Quiet down, Teacher."

DH's line is "Asuka Asuka Asuka Asuka. You're an unnaturally oblivious person." In a more scolding manner, response is "Louder please, Tutor?" in a sheepish tone

If u have more questions u can send em in i will be very happy to answer wjdnw sorry if im a lil late i had things to do

[prismbearer]

Wasn't sure how I'd feel about Jaheira tbh but I actually love how they carried her forward so far. Her quests I'm doing now feel like home, it's sweet. She still feels like a friend even to Tav and co. Still haven't seen Minsc but everyone is talking about him now, and I'm curious if we'll see anyone else. I knew Xan was a longshot, but I mean Viconia... would be around so... Lol. I did wish there was more to do at the guild, and maybe more traders, but I also feel that way kinda all over the lower city. Not enough traders or variety in items. I'm loving exploring though so we'll see.

Gale's quests feel messy and bugged to me tbh? I have to do work arounds to trigger conversations etc, but ultimately my real issue is that it just feels kinda messy. "Oh Gale is voracious and power hungry, oh he's been infected essentially by a warped creation of Karsus that has devoured parts of himself he might get back if we play our cards right." And I feel like everything that is a Revelation is just too spelled out without enough build up or exposure. "Oh here's Mystra and she wants to vid call with Wyll..." She wants the crown which is far and above probably the best option I suppose but ultimately like,,, idk his quest-line feels like it's not in-line with the others. I told him to hear her out, go in and make his choices, and then do what he needed to do. I usually prefer to let them make the choices they'd like to if it feels that way. It's interesting to consider that Karsus' weave has replaced a part of him and now it is being allowed to chew on Mystra's weave a little to keep him alive..... if there was more build of that, maybe if they even made it feel more desperate or tragic for us to really pursue a resolution... But it's so messy, and tbh I kinda hate the whole "my omniscient ex" thing. I'm assuming part of his ending is whether he heals his connection to Mystra, but I just want better for him. I wish I loved it but idk maybe I just need to do it with the romance with another character to improve it with more scenes? And I get that Gale has similarities to the others as well, but it just feels like they didn't commit to those same themes. Idk maybe I should have told him to threaten Mystra but it just felt like the right thing to do was to help him get off the hungry power train. Every single companion was like, "Oh boo Mystra but it's better than giving it to Gale" like damn we can't destroy it and the orb somehow? Blah.

Meanwhile Karlach's stuff for me rn feels really weighted... Oh here's a friend ~foreboding~ maybe after we can go to dinner with her. Oh here's my parents graves... What happens to the soul when we die? 😭 I'm scared for her it feels like she's going to get agency through choosing her own death which is just terrible and tragic and I just want to drag her off to some other places full of fire... Maybe we could make some deals with genies in the elemental plane of fire? I have a bunch of other internal iron. Or you know what, I'd actually make the deal with Raphael 100% if it helped Karlach directly. :( I know there's other options and the like in DND so like. Come on even if it's some insane ridiculous secret quest-line where you have to halve your health let me do it omg. I'll take a perma debuff for the team pls Larian...

And then I also let Fe make bad decisions today and teach a child fey necromancy apparently... At least she'll probably never do it again.... I'm shocked I didn't get disapprovals??? Kinda a hard fight tho I was impressed.

[kijakitten]

my headcanons about akyr members!! please, excuse my poor english :D tell me if you want me to do hcs about others!!!!

1. SUISEKI IORI:

he actually doesn't enjoy coffee, prefers tea

likes watching his members playing video games and telling them to do your best

he doesn't care about what his members are doing

unless they're making problems

thinks he can do math but can't

likes barbecue (that's how you spell it???)

once zen asked him to go to the gym together

iori agreed

and regrets it to this day

he makes the stupidest excuses not to go there with gazen ever again

can actually cook

2. GAHO ZEN:

loves disney films but big hero 6 owns his heart

watches some tv programs about health eating

and the rest are like 'stop' (because now zen doesn't want to buy them energetic drinks)

allergic to strawberries

enjoys music from 80s/90s

riding a bike is his thing

has to wear glasses to read

wants to help gaia with his love interest, but sadly zen isn't experienced in this thing

has a photo album of akan yatsura members

he's learning how to bake cakes

knows a few interesting facts about birds :D

3. MASAKI HOKUSAI:

likes to draw, but he's a bit shy about it

loves nature ❤

after drinking alcohol he's either too sleepy or too sad

really likes to sing (if no ones around)

he was a bit upset that he had to sing woof in turn it up

he likes hot chocolate

okay he loves hot chocolate

prefers mountains to beach

doesn't like tomatoes but eats them because he doesn't want to make problems

gaia sometimes come to him to talk shit about reo

then reo comes to him to talk shit about gaia

he just laughs when they do it

4. SATSUKI ITO:

it was his idea to put 'woof' instead of 'meow' in turn it up

has a diary

almost every note there stars with 'today reo made me mad because...'

he's actually very shy

an old lady from greengrocer's says he's handsome and it's always making him embarrassed

likes to read shojo manga

likes to write lyrics with reo (that's the only time they're cooperating, not fighting)

likes spicy food

chocolate ice cream best ice cream

listens to sad songs

likes to write scenarios

5. MARUYAMA REO:

he’s actually a good friend to gaia

well, that’s what he thinks

likes to watch some cringy tv series and says that’s what gaia should do to win anz’s heart

he actually thinks he’s supporting him (and he wishes him the best tho)

knows how to weave garlands

always when akyr are talking about height they say that reo is so small 

he is jealous of hokusi’s height

wants to go to the gym with zen

but he’s afraid of turning into a gym maniac

drinks too much coffee (only zen tells him it’s a bit unhealthy, iori doesn’t actually care)

once gaia suggested a minor correction in his outfit’s pattern and it was sucha a genius idea that reo was jealous because he didn’t think of that

and he didn’t change a thing in gaia’s outfit

bae ver :D

[hnychn]

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 [𝐈𝐈𝐈]

sypnosis : life with your five lovers has been more than fulfilling, but when you're paired with a student from general studies for a project, your quintet seems a little less full

word count : 4000+

warnings : mutual pining, gender neutral reader, relationship insecurities, bakugo tries but. . .it doesn't go as well as he planned, grammar errors and spelling errors, it's . . . a long one, a bit rushed at the end so uhh pls don't mind that :)

parts : [ 𝐈 ] [ 𝐈𝐈 ] [ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ]

a/n : so sorry for the long wait LMAO- i know i said my bokuto fic would be coming out today but uhhh ahaha my depression hit me full force this weekend and i didn't even look at the dock because i was too busy sleeping, but uhh enjoy this :D

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- WELCOME TO PART THREE sorry for the log wait 😭 life has been kicking my ass but we're not here to hear me complain, we're here for the tea

- so, it's a couple months after you joined the bakusquad and their relationship. and let me tell you, it has been nothing but amazing. 😩 your days are never quiet and they're always filled with some sort of excitement and love.

- you kaminari and mina often get into trouble for leaving the dorms late at night because you want snacks and there's nothing in the kitchens. you become kirishima's pillow, don't matter about your size or whatever, you are his pillow and you better not argue 🔫 sero always puts on some type of bachata or reggaeton or some spanish song and dances with you in his dorms. and bakugo is your go to person to cook with and just generally annoy or prank since it's so easy to get a reaction out of him.

- and you couldn't have asked for a better relationship. you all are so communicative and talk about your feelings often and how you're doing. every saturday or sunday, you all go to a dorm (usually it's bakugo's cause it's the cleanest) and have a huge cuddle pile and talk about your mental states, how you're doing, what you have problems with, etc etc.

- like damn ok i see you with the mentally and emotionally stable relationship 🤪🤪

- it's so refreshing too because sometimes you'll have a tough week and you jsut need to let it all out, and you can in the comfort of bakugo's dorm and you know none of them will judge you because they're all so open about their love for you (and vise versa)

- anyways, yeah y'all got the best relationship

- you never thought about anyone else in a romantic sense because the squad took up nearly all of the space in your heart. but when you teacher announced one day the general studies kids would be coming in to have a joint project to create gadgets for the hero course students, you had no idea your life would suddenly be turned upsidedown.

- you were paired with a guy named shinsou. he looked friendly enough and returned the wave you sent him with a little surprise as he made his way to the open seat next to you. he seemed surprised when you started a small conversation but he talked to you in a quiet soothing voice. he seemed nice enough and you figured the project would be a breeze since he seemed so nice and offered to meet up over the weekend to start up some ideas for the project.

- you agreed and the two of you met up that lunch period in the library to pre-draft some ideas and get to know each other more.

"i'm surprised you don't mind being seen with me."

his sudden comment took you by surprise as you looked up from your paper with messily drawn gadgets and chicken scratch writing to look up at him, "what do you mean?"

it was true you had never seen him before or even heard of him, but his hesitance to talk to you and open up to you made you feel as though you should.

shinsou rubbed the back of his neck and looked away shyly, "so you really haven't heard anything about me, have you?"

he looked almost guilty to bring it up, his gaze falling to the table in front of him as be played with a strand of his hair.

you shook your head. you never really payed attention to gossip around school, your head always too high up in the clouds to care about rumors and gossip (bakugo often scolded you for being such an airhead and ignorant to your surroundings, but you knew he was just worried about something happening to you). plus, to you, gossip was nearly never right and more often made up and fictitious.

shinsou refused to look up at you, "well. . .i'm known throughout the school as a. . ." he looked hesitant to continue but before you could reassure him he didn't have to talk about it if he didn't want to, he continued, "well, a villain."

he prised his lips as if the words left a bitter taste in his mouth, and all you could do was tilt your head. shinsou didn't seem like a bad person - or a 'villain' as he had said. on the way to the library he held open doors for you and helped you carry some of your books to your locker and even bought you a drink you wanted buy but were a bit short of change on.

"do you think you are?"

"what?" shinsou looked at you for the first time since he brought up the topic.

"do you think you're a villain?" he shuffled slightly in his seat and looked away again from your intense stare. he felt like you were looking straight into his soul from how strongly you were looking into his eyes, he wasn't sure if you had even blinked in the last minute.

shinsou thought back to all the times he's been called a villain or a criminal. it was always unwarranted, a passing comment that seemed like no big deal to others but shattered his heart into smaller and smaller pieces. but never once had he ever thought he was a villain - a monster.

if anything, he used those comments as encouragement to become a hero, to be better than those who always thought he would turn to a life of crime. so, "no... i don't think i'm a villain."

"well, that's that."

shinsou could only stare at you, your smile brighter than any star he'd ever seen, so full of hope and encouragement shinsou felt like he could take on the world. he looked away and rubbed the back of his neck, a shy smile pulling at his lips and a weird feeling blossoming in his chest. how curious. . .

- so yeah, a new friendship 🤪 the two of you started to spend a lot of free time together for the project. you would often meet up during lunches or free time between classes to work some more on the project, all the while getting to know each other in depth. you learned many things about shinsou and spilled many of your own secrets, you laughed together over old childhood stories, and played animal crossing on the rooftop during lunch, your project discarded and forgotten beside you.

- your sudden absence didn't go unnoticed by your lovers, and they grew curious to your whereabouts when you would blow them off for the fifth time that week to "work on your project". now, don't get me wrong, they had conplete trust in you and knew you would never cheat, but they were just curious as to what - or who - was taking up so much of your time.

- so, they did the smartest thing, and followed you. after blowing them off for the sixth time, they decided to follow you to your destination. mina and kaminari tried to be inconspicuous and wear disguises, but the fake mustache, black glasses (indoors, might i add) and hat weren't all too discreet as they thought.

- they followed you through every turn and weave you took and hid behind a corner when you stopped at a vending machine to get your favourite drink. but what surprised them the most was you also bought a coffee. bakugo was most surprised you even thought about even touching the can of caffine because he remembered you telling him you would get terrible caffine rushes that would make you dizzy if you drank coffee.

- but, as you finally reached the rooftop and made your way to a hunched over figure in the corner, it all made sense.

- they all saw how effortlessly you and shinsou acted around each other. they could see the soft looks he would send you when you weren't looking and the way his hand would hover over yours for a split second too long before snapping away as if you were made of lava. but surprisingly, they didn't feel any sort of jealousy or anger, it felt like a piece of them had returned they didn't even know was missing. the sort of feeling that walks through the door unexpectedly but it's wholesomely welcomed.

- the "oh, there you are, welcome back" type of feeling. they were happy you had found someone that made you feel comfortable, arguably more comfortable than you had been with them so far because truthfully, while you had felt welcomed and appreciated in the relationship, it still felt like you were an outsider. the five of them had inside jokes before you came and didn't get them when they came up, the five of them had habits special to each other that inadvertently excluded you. and while they never meant to hurt you (god knows that's the last thing they ever wanted to do), they had. but you knew that wasn't their intention so you held no malitious feelings towards them (not that you think you'd ever could).

- but the way you and shinsou so effortlessly opened up to each other, shared intimate details and secrets with each other - it warmed their hearts. so, bakugo grabbed them all by the back of their shirts and dragged them away, mumbling about giving the two of you space. there was a fond look in his eyes as he looked at the two of you he would be teased about later but would deny.

- it was undeniable bakugo held the softest spot for you. he tried as best as he could to include you in their inside jokes and habits but he was. . well . . . bakugo 🧍🏽‍♀️

- words aren't necessarily his strong suit and he could only hope his smaller actions let you know you were as loved and cherished as any of them there. and you knew, you caught on a little after bakugo had a little "secret talk" with the group (that wasn't really secret at all, he grabbed them all by their shirts and dragged them to a secluded spot while you distracted on your phone) and they all started to explain their jokes and include you in their habits.

- anyways, back to you and shinsou. 🤪 he was aware you were in a ployamorous relationship with the bakusquad and he's heard the way you talk about them and the soft airy tone of your voice and the starry look in your eyes; and he didn't want to get in between that. the last thing he ever wanted was to ruin your relationship for his own selfish reasons.

- so for the time being, he would be okay with watching you from afar, the sweetness of your love so close for him to taste; yet too far for him to savour.

- as more and more times passed, the bakusquad began to notice the lingering looks you would give shinsou when you passed him in the halls and how he would always be waiting for you outside of your class with your favourite drink before leaving you to go to lunch while he went off and . . . well, you weren't sure what he did during his free time, but he never brought it up so you never figured to ask.

- when you fell asleep the next time you all had a cuddle session in bakugo's room, they all talked about it. talked about your obvious feelings for each other and the possibility of including shinsou in their relationship. they spent hours talking about it and still talked about it even when the moon vanished over the horizon and the sun rose. and, in not very smart fashion, bakugo was tasked to confronting shinsou about their conclusion.

- which - almost as if there were an author behind all of this - didn't go as well as any of them planned.

it was perfect, really. almost as if the universe had been listening to their conversation and aligned itself perfectly for this very moment.

you woke up that morning with a terrible stomach ache and chose to stay back in your dorm after bakugo made you a bowl of soup and threatened you to take your medicine. his classes ended a little earlier than usual and, sending his lover's a nod, made his way over to your class, where, lo and behold, shinsou was standing near the door, the familiar brand of your favourite drink in one hand and his own cold coffee in the other.

bakugo wasn't sure what he was going to say when he reached shinsou. he opted to just speak from the heart over rehearsing lines with the others like they had wanted, besides, what kind of lover would be be if he couldn't even do this for you? but, what he didn't take into consideration, was his emotional constipation and tsundere attidute.

"hey, eye bags!" bakugo called out.

shinsou nearly jumped out of his skin at bakugo's sudden loud voice. he looked over with the same eyes of indifference he normally had, but bakugo could see the slight far in them. not at his brash attitude (shinsou could never be afriad of bakugo and confronting him before the sports fesitval was a perfect example of that) but the fear of ruining your relationship with the bakusquad.

shinsou nodded at bakugo when he got close enough. bakugo stood in front of him, his hands still shoved into the pockets of his pants, "they're sick."

it was a simple enough statement but shinsou blinked, "what?"

"y/n." bakugo stated and rolled his eyes as if the answer had been written on his forehead (and it basically had, shinsou was just a bit shocked at his appearance), "they're sick and mina's staying back with them in their dorm."

shinsou rubbed the back of his neck, "oh."

there was an awkward silence as the two boys stood in the vacant hallway. bakugo didn't know what to say and shinsou wasn't sure if he should leave or go visit you for their lunch break.

"i'll go drop this off to them-"

"no." bakugo practically growled, "i'll drop it off. go get eat your lunch or i'll make your face an eye bag."

shinsou flushed a bit in embarrassment. he was overstepping, of course he was. for a minute, having you all to himself for nearly a week straight made him forget about the relationship you were in and this was a smack of reality. you weren't his. you were in a relationship with others, other people who could give you nearly double what he could - everything he couldn't.

handing bakugo the drink, shinsou stalked away to the cafeteria, his cheeks still a light shade of pink. bakugo sighed and knew he most likely made things worse, and he came there originally to make things right.

but fate will work itself out. and what will be, will be.

- so... maybe sending bakugo wasn't the best idea ... 🧍🏽‍♀️

- because now, shinsou started avoiding you. when the two for you worked on your projects together, he would remain mostly silent and only input his opinion when he thought of an idea or needed help putting something together. you had no idea why and you honestly felt a little hurt that he ignored you as easily as breathing.

- you brought this up to your lovers on your weekly cuddle session, knowing they would have brought up your downpour attitude either way. what you didn't notice as your face was burried in denki's sweater were the glares they all were throwing at bakugo.

- "yeah, i wonder what happened..." sero smiled, though obviously strained, as he pet your head and told you shinsou was probably just going through something.

- and it was obvious you were hurt that shinsou had suddenly stopped talking to you because honestly it was kind of hard for you to make friends. a lot of people assumed you thought you were higher than everyone else because you were dating five students from the top hero course, but that obviously is far from the truth.

- anyways, a long time goes by and the two of you still haven't rekindled anything and the squad is getting a bit frustrated because hello??? join our cult lover circle ?????

- so the squad comes up with another solution and this time they don't send bakugo to collect shinsou

- they learned their mistake last time.

- anyways

- so sero goes and gets shinsou and tells him you need him for a little last touch of the project since it was near the due date and you wanted to make sure it was perfect. and shinsou agrees to meet up with you and follows sero.

- sero takes him into an empty classroom and it's pitch black. the windows have been covered with tape and all the lights are off. before he could ask what the hell was going on, the door slams shut and the lights suddenly turn on and shinsou's blinded for a moment.

- and he's met with a very interesting sight.

- mina, kaminari, and kirishima are standing in front of him with sunglasses and hats on, their arms are crossed and they have a blank look on their faces (though he can tell kaminari is about to burst into laughter and nearly does but kirishima jabs him in his side.)

- "uhh..."

- "shut up, eye bags." bakugo calls from behind him. he's leaning against the door with his arms crossed and an obviously pissed off look on his face.

- sero is just standing next to him with a 'sorry pal' kind of smile.

- "what is-"

- "what are your intentions with, y/n?" kaminari shouted suddenly as he slammed his hand on a nearby desk.

- "denki- no." mina pushed him back lightly, "that's not what-"

- "did you not listen last night, sparky?" bakugo rolled his eyes and scoffed lightly.

- kaminari shyly scratched his cheek, "i might have fellen asleep-"

- "he did." sero confirmed, "he drooled on me and everything.

- "I do not drool!!"

- "yes you do, it was like a waterfall, 'ki. "

- "no i don't, right kiri?"

- "well.. only a few drops.."

- "WHAT?! and none of you told me?!"

- "well, y/n kind of made us promise not to tell..."

- "SPEAKING OF Y/N," mina interjected into the conversation, her fingers rubbing at her temples as she wondered when she became the rational one, that was bakugo's job, "why don't we stick to the script, boys."

- kirishima slung an arm over her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "sorry, princess."

- "right." sero turned to shinsou and crossed his arms, "you have feelings for them don't you?"

- shinsou tensed. his mind was still trying to comprehend the conversation that happened just a few seconds ago and processing the fact that kaminari drools in his sleep. he wasn't sure how to respond.

- of course he had feelings for you, any rational person who came into contact with you would catch feelings. it was part of your natural charm that seemed to effortlessly draw people in and never let them go. in a matter of minutes, you had simultaneously become his best friend and his closest confidant. often at night he cursed himself for catching feelings for you when things were perfect just the way they were.

- but shinsou couldn't help it. you had treated him like a normal person and weren't apprehensive about his quirk. you gave him a taste of normalcy in his world of anxieties and judgement, and he craved more and more the more time he spent with you.

- so dispte wanting to desparately scream 'yes, i do love her' at the top of his lungs, he looked down at the ground, "no. . . i . . i don't."

- "liar."

- bakugo seethed behind him.

- shoving himself off the wall he was leaning on, bakugo walked closer and closer to shinsou as he spoke, "don't lie. we all see the way you look at them, the way your stupid face lights up with a small smile when they're with you or the airy chuckle you give when they do one of those stupid dances when they make food and-"

- "OK OK I GET IT!" shinsou snapped. mina jumped slightly in kirishima's arms and shinsou sent her a small apologetic look, "you know! I'm in love with them! i've been. . ." he trailed off before collapsing into a chair behind him, his head hanging back and staring into the bright flourescent lights hanging from the ceiling.

- "i've been trying to distance myself from them, to make getting over them easier."

- "they've been hurting, y'know."

- shinsou groaned and hid his face in his hands, "i know. you think i don't see the looks they give me when i avoid them in the halls? it hurts knowing i'm the reason they're in pain."

- "so why are you doing it?"

- "because they have you guys," shinsou sighed as it if we're the most obvious thing in the world, "you all could love them a lot more than i ever could alone. plus, they're so happy with you, i couldn't be the reason to disturb that."

- "you gotta be fucking kidding me." bakugo growled and pinched the bridge of his nose.

- kaminari snorted, "i think i just got deja vu."

- "you could say that again," mina sighed, "i'm heading back to the dorms, this is giving me a headache."

- with his arm still slung over her shoulder, kirishima agreed, "yeah, not sure how we didn't see this from the beginning. i'll walk you back, princess."

- shinsou only stared blankly as mina and kirishima left the room with kaminari in tow, complaining about getting some math work done. never in his life did he feel as confused as he did now

- lost. mans was lost..

- someone get him a map and help him please

- they acted as if they hadn't been the ones to literally kidnap him

- only to nonchalantly walk out the door?????

- sero's voice snapped him back to the remaining two people in the room, "you two really are a match made in heaven." sero smiled at him and shinsou felt head rise in his cheeks, whether it be from embarassment or something else, he didn't know.

- "i'll see you two around" and then he left, leaving shinsou alone with bakugo, who had yet to realease the bridge of his nose from his pinch.

- "you're both a pair of dumbasses."

- "i'm offended-"

- "y/n said the same fucking thing when we confronted them."

- shinsou stayed silent.

- "they felt like their presence would ruin the routine we had set a long time ago when we first started our relationship. . . sound familiar?"

- shinsou rubbed the back of his neck and opened his mouth to speak, but bakugo interrupted.

- "shut up, eye bags, i'm not finished."

- "i dIdNt eVEn sAy aNyTHiNg"

- "sure there were some things we had to adjust to include them in our schedule and a whole new bundle of emotions to incorporate into our lives; but the while point of a relationship is to open up slowly and learn to trust the ones you love. and eventually, we all learned to trust them the same way they learned to trust us; but trust isn't something you can learn over night. it's gradual."

- bakugo sighed, how in the hell did he get stuck in this situation again. at the very least no one got injured this time, "what I'm trying to say is, if y/n makes you happy, then we're all willing to let you in our relationship and put our trust in you.

- "will you put your trust in us?"

- how dramatic ˙ ͜ʟ˙

- so

- :) shinsou decides, fuck it. i deserve the good things in life, and he puts his trust in the squad the same way they all put their trust in him.

- and they decided it was a good time to surprise you too and kill two birds with one stone :)

- so you walk in to bakugo's dorm after a long day of school. you were returning from turning in your project with shinsou, and while the teacher had given you many compliments and basically secured your A, you still felt a bit sad knowing it would be the last time you would see shinsou since your schedules didn't collide and you had ended on a . . . confusing note.

- so you were just looking to cuddle with your lovers on a Friday night and wallow away in your sadness.

- when you walked in the group had been piled in their natural spots on bakugo's bed. mina was giggling with kaminari as they scrolled through tiktok, bakugo was reading a book you had reccomend to him a while a go, sero and kirishima were softly play fighting as they laughed and chuckled.

- everything was as it should be

- until you got to where your spot usually was, cradled between bakugo's warm and firm chest and mina's plush thighs and stomach, and it was occupied by someone else.

- everyone stopped what they were doing, as they watched a smile pull at your lips when you recognised the disheveled pruple hair lazily sprawled in your spot. everyone watched with bated breath as they waited for your reaction and small smiles of their own shining through as they watched your interaction.

- you lifted your hand and smacked shinsou's knee that had been raised up slightly as one of his arms lay behind his head and the other fiddled with a bracelet around mina's wrist, and his lips pulled into a lazy smirk of his own as he watched you.

- "get up, fat head, you're in my spot."

- his smirk only grew.

- "do something about it, hero."

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We Have A Pool?!

Summary: There’s a secret swimming pool at Hogwarts. Y/N discovered it purely on accident in her first year, and it has become her safe place, that is until a particular Weasley find it as well.

Warnings: SMUT! (fingering, vaginal, etc) SMUT WITH PLOT IN A POOL YALL (ok I heard pool sex can be not great for everyone, so maybe don’t try it unless your into that then go off) Swearing, no proof reading, an irrational amount of commas because the public school system failed me. The end

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: OK so IDK if there's canonically a pool at Hogwarts, I just heard it in a starkid play and was like “Hey, I like that” So I made it all up so if there is/isn’t actually a pool pls don’t come for me. Also HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope you’re all happy and are making progress to becoming even happier.

Your elbows rested on the desk in front of you, your fingers rubbing circles into your temples as you tried to pay attention to the class in front of you. This past week had been stressful to say the least, you had three different essays, all needing to be at least four pages long, as well as a potions exam and a herbology quiz. To say you were excited for the weekend was an understatement.

And you knew just where you were going to spend it.

As soon as class was dismissed, you started packing your bag as quickly as possible, wanting to get to your room to finish your homework and change before going to your favorite spot for some much needed stress relief.

You practically ran out of the class, heading straight to the Gryffindor common room, but before you could get far, two tall bodies appeared at your left and right sides.

“Someone seems to be in a hurry” Fred said, looking to George who nodded in agreement.

“Indeed, where are we off to Y/N?” George asked.

“Oh, its a wonderful place, I don’t think you would have head of it. It’s called nun ya” You said, causing the boys to raise an eyebrow at you.

“Nun ya?” Fred asked

“Nun ya business” You joked, causing the older red to head to gasp in feign hurt, while George tried to stifle a laugh.

You and the twins had been friends since you were children, being next door neighbors and being the same age meant you spent a lot of time together, especially when your parents went on business trips and left you at the burrow. You had grown to become really close to them. However, over the past few years George and Angelina had started hanging out more, leaving you and Fred to get closer. 

This wouldn’t have been a problem if you didn’t have a giant crush on him. 

“Wow, were your best friends in the world and you wont even tell us where you’re going. I’m hurt!” Fred cried, making you laugh a bit. 

“I’m just going back to my room to do some homework. I’ll see you guys at dinner yeah?” You asked, turning to wave at the two boys, who stood in confused silence as they watched you walk away.

“Well, she’s hiding something” George said.

“Definitely” Fred agreed.

A few hours later, you had gotten dinner, finished your homework, and were currently laying in bed, waiting for Angelina and Katie to fall asleep. After a while, their breathing evened out, and you quietly got out of bed, putting your pillow under the covers to make it look like you were still sleeping there just in case one of them woke up.

You tip toed out of the room, making sure to close the door as quietly as possible before making your way down the steps, and out of the common room. Once you were a bit farther away, you cast lumos to navigate better through the hallway. You took a right, then a left, then another left, before finally finding your way to the empty arythmancy classroom.

You made your way to the bookcase on the far left side of the room, running your finger along the spines before landing on a familiar blue cover labeled The Geometry of Liquids. You pulled the book back until you heard a click, pushing the bookcase forward which easily swung open to reveal a hallway.

You couldn’t help but smile as the smell of salt water filled your nose, quickly stepping behind the book case before closing it behind you. As you walked further down the hallway, you began to see a blue light, finally turning the last corner, you found yourself in an abandoned dungeon, with a large pool in the middle of it. 

You had accidentally stumbled across this room in your fourth year. You were bored, all of your friends either at Hogsmeade or detention Fred and George, and had found the abandoned classroom. You started going through the books, and the rest is history. You had been coming here at least once a week ever since.

You muttered the spell to stop the light coming from your wand, the pool somehow giving off its own soft blue light, before removing your shirt and sleep shorts, exposing the green bikini you had put on earlier. 

Walking closer to the edge, you took a few running steps before plugging your nose and jumping off the pool wall, landing in the water below. 

You sat there for a moment, allowing the cool feeling to sink deeper into your body. You had gotten a lot better at holding your breath over the years, still eventually you had to come back to the surface for air, which you did. You wiped the water off your face, opening your eyes to find a pair of dark brown ones looking back.

“Fred!” You screamed, surprised by his sudden presence. He stood at the edge of the water in a pair of jersey shorts and a t-shirt, his jaw on the floor as he looked at you, then to the rest of the room. 

“What are you... who’d you get here?” You continued, his silence making you a bit nervous.

“We have a pool?” He asked looking back to you, causing you to nod.

“Yeah...” You said, feeling a bit guilty for not telling him before. 

You had planned on telling him, along with the rest of your friends, but you were worried that word would get around and it would become a new party spot, which meant it would only be a matter of time before a teacher found it and blocked it off. 

“How long have you known this was here?” Fred asked.

You sighed, swimming to the side wall and pulling yourself out, ringing out your hair before crossing your arms in front of you.

“A while” You mumbled, feeling a bit ashamed.

“And you didn’t tell us because...” He started, wanting an explanation.

“I didn’t want everyone to find out, because then the teachers would find out-”

“And then nobody would be able to use it” Fred finished, causing you to nod, still refusing to meet his eyes, your own question suddenly popping into your mind.

“Wait, how did you find it?” You asked, finally looking up to meet his gaze, your heart beating a bit faster at the eye contact.

Now it was Fred’s turn to look guilty. “I followed you”

“You fo- why!” You shouted

“I’m sorry! It’s just, you were upset earlier and you seemed really excited about something, and then I saw you walking around and I don’t know I just followed you.” Fred blurted out, looking at you with a nervous expression.

“Ok fine, I’m not mad at you if you’re not mad at me” You tried to reason, wanting a truce.

“Deal” He said smiling, holding out his hand for you to shake, which you did. Unfortunately this made it so you didn’t see his other hand quickly come around to connect with your shoulder, pushing you back into the pool.

You quickly got your bearings, kicking back to the surface to find Fred keeled over with laughter. 

“You dick!” You shouted, which only made him laugh harder. You began laughing as well, before ducking under the water to move your hair away from your face, popping back up to see Fred walking over to where your clothes and wand were laying.

“What are you doing?” You asked suspiciously, you eyes widening as his hands went to the hem of his shirt.

“Getting in, duh” Fred stated, before pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his toned chest, making your face heat up in the process. 

Before you could say anything, Fred was running towards the pool at full speed before jumping into a cannon ball and landing right next to you, sending buckets of water flying into your face.

Your mouth fell open in shock, watching as Fred came back up to the surface, laughing once he saw your expression.

“Oh nuh uh” You grumbled, shooting out your hands to send water flying back at Fred, abruptly cutting off his laughter.

“Oh really?” he asked mockingly, sending a wave of water back at you, only for you to return a wave as well.

Soon enough, water was flying in all directions as you each tried to splash each other as fast as you could, the sound of both of your laughs echoing off the walls. 

You were splashing as fast as you could, looking away to avoid getting hit in the face as you aimed blindly, only stopping when you suddenly felt arms wrap around your middle and spin you around.

“Got cha!” Fred yelled, your arms landing around his neck to stabilize yourself as you shouted in surprise.

Fred stopped spinning, allowing the both of you to calm down and catch your breath, which made your heartbeat pick up at the realization of the position you were in. Your bodies pressed together as his arms remained around your waist, and yours around his neck.

You pulled back a bit to look at him, meeting his gaze before his eyes wandered down to your mouth, yours doing the same before he finally pulled you closer, and connected his lips to yours.

You responded instantly, moving your lips with his as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His arms moved downwards to hold you by your ass as he walked you over to the side of the pool, pressing you up against the wall.

He tugged at your bottom lip, making you moan into the kiss and allow his tongue to explore your mouth. You moved a hand up to his hair, weaving your fingers through the wet, fiery strands, and deepening the kiss even further. His hard length pressed against you, and your hands began traveling down his chest.

He suddenly pulled away making you open your eyes to look at him.

“Are you sure?” He asked, a soft look in his eyes.

You nodded.

Fred moved his lips to just below your ear, hovering just over the skin. “I need to hear you princess”

“Please, I need you Freddie” You whined, gasping as his lips came in contact with your neck.

He continued his attack on your neck as his hand moved in between you, dipping into your bikini bottoms before sliding his fingers through your folds. Your breath hitched as he slid two fingers into you, slowly pumping them in an out as his thumb drew circled over your clit, the coil in your stomach tightening as he began to speed up.

“Fred, I need you inside of me” You sighed, whining as he removed his fingers. His hands moved to lower his shorts a bit letting his cock spring free, moving your bikini bottoms to the side before gliding through your folds.

"You ready?” He asked, causing you to nod. “With your words princess”

“Please Fred just fuck me” You practically begged, before moaning as he slowly filled you up, his size stretching you out slightly.

He waited a moment, allowing you to adjust before you finally nodded, allowing him to move. He slowly pulled out half way, before thrusting back into you, repeating the action and picking up speed with each thrust.

You bit your lip to try and suppress your moans, but Fred wasn’t having any of it.

“None of that princess” He said, stopping his movements and making you whine “I want to hear you screaming my name when you come, got it?” He asked, still refusing to move.

“Ok fine, please just move-ah!” You gasped loudly as he started thrusting into you, much faster than before.

Water sloshed around you as he pounded into you, your back scratching against to tile with each thrust but you didn’t care. His cock hit that one spot perfectly with each stroke, tightening the coil in your stomach more and more. 

“You’re so perfect, taking my cock so well” Fred breathed into your ear, causing you to let out a soft moan. “I can’t hear you princess”

His hand slipped in between your bodies, beginning to rub fast circles around your bungle of nerves, causing the coil in your stomach to finally snap, sending you over the edge, while screaming Fred's name over and over again.

Fred continued to thrust into you, riding you through your orgasm, his thrusts eventually becoming sloppy before he stilled inside of you, painting your walls as he came.

You sat like that for a moment, catching your breath as you came down from your high. Fred pressed his lips to yours as he slowly pulled out, causing you to sigh at the empty feeling before moving both of your bottoms to their original place.

A wave of insecurity suddenly washed over you. Was this a one time thing? Was he still mad that I hid this from him? Does he want to just be friends with benefits? does he-

“Hey, what’s happening” Fred asked, snapping you out of your thoughts, a curious expression on his face.

“Um...” You started, setting yourself up for the possibility of rejection. “Was this a one time thing? Because, if it is I don’t want to-”

Fred cut you off by gently grabbing your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours, silencing all the insecure thoughts running through your mind.

“Y/N, I’ve liked you since fourth year, I really hope this isn’t a one time thing” He said, making you smile.

“Since fourth year?” You asked, causing his face to blush a bit.

“Well, yeah” He replied sheepishly.

“Well, I’ve liked you since third year, so I guess I like you more” You joked, causing him to let out a gasp.

“Not possible, I like you way more than you like me” He argued, to which you shook your head.

“Nope, I win, hands down” You responded, folding your arms matter of factely.

“How about, we go shower off, and I show you how much I like you?” Fred asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Challenge accepted” You replied, all the while you couldn't hide the smile on your face.

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A/N: UMMMM ok??? Pool sex. With Fred Weasley??? Am I obsessed with this concept? Yes. Is it healthy, probably not but its not hurting anyone so I’m a keep doing it. Anyway, I hope you guys liked it, feel free to leave any suggestions or feedback. I love you all! ALSO IF YOU KNOW OF ANY FRED POOL SMUT PLEASE TAG ME OMG

[1997devil]

heaven

paring: seungcheol x fem reader

w.c.: 1.3k

includes: oral (fem receiving), morning sex, mentions of alcohol

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your head starts to pound when your eyes face the early morning sunlight. something heavy circles around your waist.

it feels like your joints have been locked into place as you try to get up from under the covers. you keep your groan in as you rub the sleep and the ache from your eyes, and seungcheol’s arm falls to the bed with a cushioned thud due to your departure from his hold.

you manage to trudge into the bathroom and nearly knock the cup holding your toothbrush over, though your reflexes– quick for a hungover morning like this one– catches it before it clatters against the sink, which would definitely have gotten seungcheol up.

when you return to the bedroom seungcheol has one arm bent, palm sandwiched between his head and the pillow he lays on. he still has his eyes closed, still has his arm on your side of the bed. you accidentally stumble on his house slippers and you groan at the pain that shoots through your toes to your calves. you settle back on the bed with a loud grunt, hand slamming on the nightstand in an attempt to find your phone.

“we are never going drinking on a weekday ever again,” you grumble, eventually finding the little device drowning amidst your covers. you actually woke up around the same time as you would before you have to leave for work, years of routine settling into your muscles. seungcheol seems glued to the mattress, only rolling over for his arm to return to its position around your bare tummy, chasing for the warmth you provide. he presses light kisses to your hips, the line of your body, spelling out good morning before settling behind you.

“you didn’t seem to share the same sentiment last night,” he retorts, fingers leaving light trails on your body. he knows you need to get up again to get ready for work, but on days like this, he knows you won’t be able to resist the warm beckoning of your bed and his touch.

when you attempt to push yourself off of the mattress to get to your closet seungcheol lets out a whine, tightening his hold around your waist, acting as a seatbelt. you sigh, already knowing what seungcheol is planning to do, and you’re already close to caving. you’d much rather stay home than face your job, leaning much more towards the idea of staying in bed and nursing this bitch of a hangover. you’ll have to complain at soonyoung for shoving you too many tequila shots last night.

“cheol,” you try to speak, interrupted by seungcheol’s little nips on your shoulder, now having fully risen to a sitting position. his bare chest cushions your back, and you shudder at the burning feeling that envelops your whole body of your skin pressed against his. “i need to go to work.”

“mmm,” he hums, obviously intending on doing the opposite of what you’re asking him. “the company won’t die just because you ditch one day,” he whispers right into your ear, his breath warm and tickling

“yes, but i will under the hands of my boss if i do,” your hands travel to behind you, weaving your fingers into seungcheol’s black tresses, pressing him closer to you as he continues his ministrations along your jaw and neck.

“she’ll have to get over my dead body,” he takes the final blow, moving backwards so he can turn you around, letting you lay on the mattress again. he moves up to kiss the corner of your mouth, hands pushing you down, not that you’re showing any resistance. you quickly melt against his kisses, letting out the soft moans that drive seungcheol crazy. you can’t let out any more excuses, not that seungcheol’s allowing you to with the way he has your lips locked with his, tongues knotting with each other.

his fingers travel to the waistband of your underwear, his lips now making their way to your breasts, biting and tugging on your nipples, before he settles right above your clothed clit after skimming through your tummy and hips. if your muscles felt like swimming in molasses earlier then it’s all melted off into soft waves, the way seungcheol’s touch has always made you feel.

seungcheol tugs off your underwear that are already soiled from how worked up you are. he takes his fingertips, languidly dragging them on your sensitive skin, collecting the wetness that’s amassed on your sex, gushing to the inner parts of your thighs as well. he slowly pushes one digit in, lips stretching into a satisfied smirk as you let out a gasp and a whine at the feeling.

he slowly pumps before he adds another finger. his lips ghost over your clit, tongue skittish as he gives kitten licks to your pussy. the added instrument works in tandem with his digits towards your ultimate demise, and you can only surrender to the feeling.

you don’t seem like you’ll last long, head already slowly thrashing to the side, hips rising from the mattress as you chase after his fingers. all it takes is a choppy, “pl-please–ah!– s-seungcheol,” dropping from your lips before he retracts. he slips his cock from his briefs, cursing under his breath at the contact when his palm wraps around his length.

you push yourself up, on your elbows, as you watch seungcheol prepare himself. he fleetingly remembers to grab a condom, rummaging around in the nightstand drawer, fingers hurriedly tearing open one of the foil packages, wrapping himself up. then he inches closer to you before he pushes in in one quick thrust.

he manages a few more pumps before you give in to the feeling and lay back down on the bed, hair splayed out against the pillows. seungcheol thinks you’re always beautiful, but he can’t and won’t ever get enough of how angelic you look especially right now, chest bouncing as he slowly pounds into you, mouth open and letting out moans, soft from your unused throat in the mornings.

it’s great, but it’s not enough. he quickly slips out, relishing in the whine you let out when you feel empty again, but he grabs you by the waist and turns you around, lifting you by your hips and bending you by your knees. as he reenters you, it doesn’t take him long until he pushes against your sweet spot, the new position allowing him more control and rule to take you to the heavens.

you and seungcheol act out the juxtaposition to the otherwise innocent morning as the room fills with the sounds of your unabashed moans and skin slapping. your fingers grip and tug on the bedsheets, while his travels up to your hair, tugging you up so that your back is to his chest. his groans that spill into your ears spur you on even more than you can think of, and before you know it you’re coming hot and hard, your walls clamping down on his cock as he keeps thrusting, dragging your orgasm out. his soft calls of your name exchanging with pleads and “baby”s accompany his orgasm.

“fuck,” seungcheol mutters as he finally pulls out. he pulls the rubber off of his cock, tying it up before he gets off of the bed, padding over to the bathroom to throw it out and grab a little towel to clean you up. you’re already standing in front of him when he turns around, your eyes glinting at him, as you bite on your lip. your jaw nudges in the direction of the shower box as you mutter, “wanna clean me off in there?”

just how is he supposed to say no?

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

hi (: could you do a blind!england x protective!reader during the events of hetaoni? preferably a one shot (:

(: No (: amount (: of (: smiley (: faces (: can (: rid (: me (: of (: the (: emotional (: trauma (: that (: game (: gave (: me. (:

I only vaguely recall plot specifics of said game, Anon, so I offer advanced warning that I took quite a bit of creative license with this one. Also a note that this ficlet is set in one of the many unexplored timelines as I'm certain our favorite sarcastic spellcaster outtaxed himself repeatedly.

The mansion was full of ghosts. The atmosphere was over-saturated with them, heavy with their presence, nearly overwhelming you from the moment you had first set foot into this thrice-damned place. You had no way of knowing at the time that the ghosts you felt- the phantoms lingering in each dark corner, the specters cloistered away behind every locked door- were your own.

Not until-

No.

You weren't thinking about that right now.

Yet again, you forced your mind away from the blood, so much blood-! and back to guiding Arthur through the corridor, wincing silently at the awkwardness of his shuffling, trying not to panic too much at how prevalent his limp had become.

The hand not resting on your arm clung to Feli's diary, and you tried not to think too much about the crimson stain visible on the binding, refusing to think about the room that-

A heavy thud from somewhere deeper in the house halted all train of thought.

Arthur stiffened beside you, his left ear pointing towards the source of the sound, eyebrows furrowed in worry, eyes wide in fear.

Both of you held your breath.

Waiting.

Listening.

Praying.

Another thud, now accompanied by an odd shuffling, sounds you knew couldn't belong to any of your friends.

Cursing under your breath, you unsheathed Gil's sword, opting to keep it on hand in case the Thing reached you before you found a room in which you could barricade yourselves.

Arthur's hand brushed against your forearm, a silent plea you obliged without question. Resuming your search, you guided him ahead, begging whatever deity or benevolent spirit that may be listening for just-

You sagged with relief upon finding an open door, leading to a small, empty room- likely a closet at some point in time. Arthur angled his head towards you- the question never needing to be spoken as you offered your confirmation.

"We should be safe in here for a bit."

He arched a brow towards you, even as he let you guide him through the doorway, helped him sit on the floor, soon joining him after ensuring the lock was secure, little protection as it was.

He was hauntingly quiet, had been subdued since the last-

You knew he blamed himself for Fran, knew that-

Dim light trickled in from outside, the windows layered with years of dust. You didn't bother trying to open it, nor did you waste your energy in attempts to break it. The Mansion was sealed tight, and nothing Mystic nor Mundane was getting out.

You tried to avoid looking at him too much, especially his eyes. It hurt too much; every time you glanced at him it was in half-hope that you would see that beautiful, familiar green once more. But you were near inconsolable; the vibrant green that always reminded you of the moors in his homeland had dulled, nothing now save the lifeless, brackish grey of the marshes remaining.

And what was worse-

What was so much worse-

It was your fault.

You closed your eyes for a moment, let the small warmth of intangible sunlight settle around you, let yourself pretend that you were both at home, sharing a spot in the parlor, simply enjoying one another's company after a long day with the family.

Perhaps some part of him was yearning for the same, as he never truly had relinquished his hold on you. It was more a gentle connection between his fingers and your wrist now, but he hadn't-

You released a shaky breath, hanging your head and opening your eyes once more to your bleak surroundings.

The thudding had disappeared, though the hope that the Thing itself had left was one immediately quashed. They had a capability for seemingly materializing out of thin air, taking you all repeatedly by surprise.

Arthur was resting his head against the wall, eyes focused somewhere near the ceiling. You instinctively went to look yourself, mentally berating yourself when you remembered-

You turned away, overwhelmed by the rancid bouquet of guilt, helplessness, and antipathy. And beneath it all, the fine thread weaving it all together, was your grief, your aching over the loss of-

Everyone, now, actually.

Everyone else was dead.

You had been holding out hope, held it out for so long, but when Kiku-

Then Ivan-

Felice told you everything, frantically, desperately, shoved the journal into your hands, begged you to try again, for your forgiveness, for-

Arthur's head falling to rest upon your shoulder snapped you back to attention, the movement reestablishing your awareness, grounding you in the present. His fingers were woven with your own now, the intimacy of it all so damned familiar and gentle that you could only stare stupidly.

"You should go."

Silence reigned for several moments following his proclamation, the words dancing aimlessly in the air until they finally registered.

Appalled, aghast, you angled your head towards him, aggravation coating your reply. "Once you're rested enough to come with me."

From your angle, you couldn't make out the shape of his scowl, nor could you quite determine the level of irritation surely marring his features, but it was clearly painted into his words. "How many times are we going to have this bloody argument? I can't-"

"I don't care," you growled out, refusing to hear him finish his statement. It was, after all, a point of contention he had been trying to claim victory of for near the whole day now. Sighing in partial defeat, you allowed your tone to soften. "I can't lose you too, Arthur. Pl-"

You turned, dropping your face into his hair, the conflicting scents of his mousse, blood, dust, and lingering Magicke all assaulting you for the effort. Your words fell out as a pleading whisper, eyes closing for the small prayer. "Please don't ask that of me."

"Darling, please-"

"Stop," you interrupted, sharp and desperate, every possible emotion bound to that single syllable.

Arthur, shockingly obliging, said nothing further, silence reclaiming you both.

You knew his logic was sound: without his vision, he couldn't read the spell correctly, wouldn't be able to reset the clock. And while Felice had assured you that the spell would heal all injuries, would reset everything-

Arthur's vision was taken by Magicke; there was no guarantee he would ever see it again.

If you had just-

If you had only-

"It's not your fault."

Arthur once again cut off your thoughts before they could spiral too far downwards, stealing your attention with those four words alone. You opened your mouth in hopes of offering a protest, but found you couldn't formulate one coherent enough to articulate. Instead, you sighed in resignation, relaxing incrementally against him. 

"You're incorrigible."

He huffed out the foundations of a laugh at that, humming quietly in agreement. "Would you have me any other way, luv?"

The exchange was so hauntingly familiar, so mundane, so perfectly ordinary that for one small moment-

Arthur seemed to sense the shift in your mood, his pinky brushing against your own, soon twining the two together.

Together.

You were leaving here, together, no matter how much a stink he may raise insisting otherwise. It was no matter how much of a self-sacrificial ass Kirkland could be; your determination was even more formidable an opponent.

He was an idiot if he honestly thought you would abandon him, if he truly thought you could leave him.

Your lives were interwoven together, bound through years of friendship and affections and sharing hopes and dreams and eventually even the most intimate of secrets. It was true you had been close to the Others, and losing each of them had been beyond devastating. But to lose Arthur-

You once again forced that train of thought away, refusing to even consider the possibility.

You had already lost so much. You couldn't lose him, too.

There was a hitch in his breath, a silent snore you would recognize anywhere. You felt the flicker of a smile, that familiar warmth that always seemed to strike whenever he fully relaxed around you. Gently lifting his hand to press a kiss to his knuckles, you turned once more to the door, free hand adjusting around Gi- your sword.

You'd let him sleep, for at least a few minutes.

Then you were both leaving this hellhole.

Whether he liked it or not.

[saphirered]

HI, Its me again! I was wondering if you could kinda do a another part of the Eldritch Knight fic. Something like some more scenarios of essek fanboying over reader? ( Watching reader save a bunch of civilians by catching/lifting up a HUGE boulder that was about to crush the civilians, out smarting a evil wizard, helping essek with a spell he couldn't get right?) Sorry if this is long! Do whatever you want with this and I hope you have an amazing day ( pls drink some water!)

Hya! I hope you like this one and sorry it took so long (Hope the word count makes up for that part 😝). I tried to incorporate as many of these aspects as I could and keep it consistent so I hope it worked and you like the outcome. Thanks and have an amazing day yourself and stay hydrated! 😘

“So what is it about this spell that’s so difficult? You’ve never had any trouble transcribing spells in the past.” You walk beside Essek as you go down the street, or float in his case. 

It’s a lovely evening in Asarius, the darkness of night a necessity to those sensitive to sunlight. The City of Beasts leaves much to be desired, especially compared to Rosohna to which it doesn’t even hold a candle but it’s a nice evening no less and you get to spend more time with your favourite Shadowhand wizard so you’re not complaining. 

“I don’t have any trouble transcribing spells. If I did, I’d seriously question your faith in me and my credibility as a praised magic user prodigy.” You smile at the last part. Whereas to anyone else those words may have pinged as arrogance and an ego beyond a healthy standard, you clearly hear a slight gulp and sense of defensiveness to his wording, a sense of doubt. 

“Essek, if anything your capabilities have spoken for themselves. As a humble student of Dunamis with a limited understanding of the beauty of the craft even I can say so. I don’t question your skills.” From the corner of your eye you can almost see him let out a breath of relieve as you continue. 

“However, I must question your sanity slightly for willingly coming to Asarius. What is it you so desperately need you couldn’t get in Rosohna and don’t get me wrong, I like spending time with you, but why am I here?” A smile creeps onto his face but quickly turns neutral at the realisation you’re in a public space with watching eyes all around. You understand. 

“I’m in the process of creating a new spell of my own device. I’ve run out of materials and bought up the last of the stock in Rosohna, which I’ve also already gone through. Now why I asked you to come along, I cannot carry everything on my own and do not trust the careless hands of guards and servants to properly handle such delicate materials with proper consideration and gentleness.” 

“Oh, so you need me to look pretty and flex so you can ogle and admire me again? You should have just asked. I’d happily let you watch another sparring session or training. The company would be much more selective and you wouldn’t need to fight to keep that expression on your face like your life depended on it.” You try to whisper in all seriousness but can’t help some giggles cracking your voice. Essek’s eyes go wide for a second and the faintest blush creeps onto his cheeks, something he cannot hide. He quickly glances to the left and right to make sure no one’s noticed. Luckily no one did. 

“Perhaps you could save such proclamations in more private company… for my sake…” The last part he speaks under his breath but you can still just barely hear the words.

You finally find the shop. Essek immediately approaches the person behind the counter as you look around. There are some magical items placed on what once may have been plush velvet pillows but the velvet is crushed in places. The glass displays show finger prints and dust and grime at the corners, not properly cleaned for a long time. The wooden floor is sticky in some places and this is one of those moments where you wish you could float like Essek. You browse while he finishes up. 

While you browse and get to one of the larger displays another customer at the display next to, still quite some space away from you suddenly moves away to an entirely different display case on the other side of the room. Weird. You glance over but don’t think anything serious of it but keep an eye out regardless. 

Essek signals for you he’s done and on the counter you see several huge stacks of paper and an the equivalent of a bucket worth of ink in several bottles. Mentally figuring out how you’re going to carry this much, not because of the weight but solely the awkward size and shape of the stacks of paper you undo your cloak and begin to stack up the paper in one large stack onto the centre of your cloak and one smaller stack, compared to the bigger one that is, that you put to the side. The shopkeeper offers you some twine rope to keep the pages secure in their stack. and you begin folding your cloak around the bigger stack so it’s fully covered. You take the corners and tie them securely in a knot around your waist while using the closure ties to cross them over your chest and around your back where they tie. A makeshift backpack but secure and safe in a way the paper won’t get damaged. You grab the remaining stack from the counter and carry it in your arms.

“You carry the ink. Let’s not risk it spilling over the paper or this will all have been for nothing.” Essek picks up the ink and you let him take the lead out of the shop holding the door open with a quick mage hand. Outside you walk side by side once more. 

You see Essek side glance you several times but you’re unsure whether it’s because he’s making sure you’re not falling behind, you’re doing alright, if the paper isn’t getting damaged or simply watch the defined flexing muscles of your arms and shoulders as you walk, unbothered by the weight of what could by far exceed a person’s weight in materials. 

You’re nearing the Aurora Hold, your way back to Rosohna when you see something from the corner of your eye; the same person you saw in the shop… they’re sticking to the shadows moving from building to building and blending into the crowd when possible to avoid detection, their eyes trained on you or more like Essek. Essek seems to have caught on to the person trailing you too. 

“We’re being followed.” Essek states under his breath so only you can hear. 

“That we are. Same person as from the shop. What’s the plan?” You say back, the both of you acting none the wiser to your stalker. 

“Get to the Hold. Aurora Watch will be more present the closer we get. They’re less likely to try anything in the open.” He floats along eyes trained on your destination. Though, he doesn’t sound too sure about it stalling whatever your follower is planning. 

You glance around briefly having lost track of them but find them picking up pace towards you. Deciding not to wait and see what’s coming next you move the heavy stack of paper over balancing it on your lower arm, between your hand and body while grabbing Essek’s arm with your now free one, you pick up pace and run pulling him along with you as you push people aside and weave through them for the quickest path to the Aurora Hold. 

“Let’s hope your right.” You tell Essek as the person follows behind you picking up pace as well. By passing and pushing through certain people you manage to make it more difficult for them to follow and hope to draw enough attention from the Aurora Watch or really anyone bothered enough to pick a fight so the stalker will lose interest or opportunity. Casting anything major right here is a big no go with the amount people in the street and you’re still too far away for anything targeted specifically towards them. Luckily for you, they’re in the same boat when it comes to targeting the two of you yet you’re hoping they’re not stupid enough to cause severe collateral damage. 

You’re approaching the square to the Aurora Hold and see more guards. You shout for one of them to stop as they pass by you and hand them the stack of paper in your one arm, the guard buckles under the weight as you untie the fastenings of your cloak and then the one around your waist setting it down besides them. The Aurora Hold is still aways away on the other side of the square and with how busy it is you’d never make it there without them catching up. 

“What are you doing?” Essek asks you as he shushes the guard. The guard recognises Essek’s station and immediately obeys his command. 

“We’re not going to make it in time. Not without them getting to us first. Confrontation it is.” You take out your sword and toss the sheath to the side. Essek nods and tells the guard to get call reinforcements to subtly clear the square as much as possible. Luckily conflicts and fights in the open in Asarius are about as common as the rain falling from the sky so no one will bother to get in the middle of this. 

You take place a few steps in front of Essek to the side and wait. Both of you keep an eye on your chaser watching them draw closer as you stay put. Once within range Essek attempts to cast hold person on them but it fails. 

You can see their eyes narrow as they continue to approach determined. They take out some components and begin casting a spell before you can do anything a bright streak fires from their finger. You manage to dodge into a dive roll avoiding most of the impact but others around you weren’t so lucky. Essek barely managed to get out of the brunt of it too. The buildings and watchtower to your side have begun to catch fire. The people who managed to get out of the explosion quickly begin dragging people out of the way to safety clearing the way between you and the person. 

“Worry about your paper. I got this.” You look at Essek over your shoulder who manages to quench the flames of your cloak protecting the precious paper. You twirl your sword twice to feel the familiar balance and pull of gravity you’ve grown accustomed to. 

Approaching the caster after you and Essek you keep a safe distance between you and them. At least, as safe as it can be when someone is clearly capable of some ranged attacks. 

“I’ve nothing against you. Get out of my way so I can finish my job and I might let you live.” You hear the faintest hint of a Zemnian accent. Volstrucker. Great. Now you’re dealing with an assassin. 

“Sorry. Not gonna happen. Go back to wherever you came from and tell your superiors to stay away and I’ll let you live. If you don’t, I’ll make sure your remains will be returned to your next of kin for a proper burial instead of being fed to the moorbounders.” They step closers to you and you step back keeping the same amount of distance between you. 

“How very kind of you. I think I’ll pass.” They sneer. You take that as your cue and run close sword swinging. They manage to deflect the first blow with a shield spell but the second one strikes true and sends them off their feet. They get up quickly and send a firebolt your way but you’re quick enough to avoid that one. You swing again and hit their side, coming around with a second hit you step in close and use your momentum to shift to the side and swipe at their legs sending them to the ground once more. 

A blade apparates in their hand, getting up they slash at you. You try to block the first blow but it still hits cutting across your shoulder. The second hit comes for the side of your leg. You have no way of deflecting this one so you take it and use the opportunity to elbow them in the face, sweeping their feet from under them. They look up to you blood beginning to stream out of their nose. 

“Why don’t you just help me? You seem friendly enough. I could use an ally right now.” They speak in a sweet voice, trying to cast some kind of charm on you and you feel it take in your brain but fight it off. You’re not so easily charmed. You stab down through their abdomen and they cry out in pain. Removing your blade the Aurora Watch rushes over to the two of you and you take a step back. People fill back into the square to see what happened and you walk back over to Essek. 

You let the Watch deal with the assassin as you inspect the paper covered by your cloak. The cloak is partially scorched but the paper survived. 

“You know, when you said sometimes people send assassins after you and they occasionally manage to make it past defences I thought you were joking.” Essek gives you a deadpanned expression. 

“I wish I was. My apologies. I should have been more careful and many thanks for valiantly protecting my life and my materials. I do not think I could have wished for a more capable and amazing protector.” You give him a wink.

The conversation is cut short by ruckus from the Aurora Watch and the assassin. The assassin is fighting back and manages to cast a spell aimed at Essek. You’re quick enough to cast the resilient sphere spell on Essek providing a shimmering protective barrier around him. A second attack from the assassin goes wide and strikes the burning watchtower. 

The watchtower begins to fall overhead. Thinking quickly to keep yourself, the guards and the people having gathered around from being crushed by a flaming building you hold your sword horizontal above your head, take out your gold dust and throw it into the air onto the sword and speak the words. You let go of the sword and duck down yelling for everyone to do the same. As a reflex you use your arms to protect yourself from the impact but the impact never came. 

You feel the scorching heat of the flames and looking up you see the burning watchtower stationary in the air balanced on your sword high above your head. Quickly rushing out from under. You see the assassin trying to get one final attempt the protective sphere around Essek gone. You grab a dagger from the belt of one of the nearby guards and toss it at the assassin. The dagger strikes true and the target drops. 

Walking up to Essek you reach down to the fallen assassin, twist the blade and pull it out dropping it to the side. 

“Told you to leave while you still could. No second chances.” You mutter as you look over Essek.

“Are you alright?” You ask Essek whose gaze is trained on you. He’s covered in soot and ash greys his usually pristine white hair but seems otherwise unharmed. He didn’t have time to react and retaliate the attempt made by the assassin. 

“I seem to once again have you to thank for saving my life. You are absolutely magnificent. Your clever use of your resources is unrivalled. As is your care and willingness to protect those around you. You truly are an angel in disguise.” He composes himself brushing the gathered ash from his cloak as the guards and people work to heal the wounded and quench the fires. You pick up the wrapped stack of paper and look at Essek.

“Let’s go inside and get your paper secure and safe away from the scorching heat. I want my sword back once they’re done or the spell ends and they have another solution.” You begin leading the way to the Aurora Hold but stop until Essek catches up to you. 

“And you can keep those compliments coming. I’ll consider them payment for saving your life twice? On this day alone? How many is that total now?” You give him a wink and blow him a kiss as you watch the all too familiar blush come back on his cheeks as his back straightens and you continue on your way side by side. 

[neotrances]

yesss ok pls infodump about syr here as much as possible

ok so below is gonna be a mini poorly written excerpt about syrs powers / abilities and sorry angsty so beware, it mentions part of his childhood growing up in the abusive mansion with his father and “mother” :/ and is also about the necklace he wears that prevents him from using his powers, tldr syr comes into contact with a serpent beast (the same kind he killed when he was younger and stole an eye from which he used to conceal his power) and when it breaks in the middle of a fight, he freaks out and remembers what life was for him before getting it

The serpent beast raised one of its heads flickering its tongue in amusement, It’s lanky emerald colored body twitching as it took another cautious step toward Syr.

Kai watched from the bushes clutching his axe unsure of how to approach the two. Though Syrs back was facing him, Kai could tell he was shaking, it was unlike him to be scared of these creatures and even more bizarre, steam was rising from Syrs hands. Kai was too far into the tree line to hear the conversation but could tell the beast was speaking to Syr.

Syrs necklace lay broken on the ground, and the golden “gem” inside of it was now dim and withering away inside the metal.

“Is your lip quivering?” The beast questioned, stepping closer once more, All of its familiar honey glazed eyes looked up and down his trembling body, but only the main head spoke.

“I smell it, the flames in your palms…” The beast weaved it’s heads to the right as it began to circle Syr slowly.

“…You want to hurt me, do you not?”

Kai continued watching silently and worry crept up his face. Just why hasn’t Syr attacked the thing? He had taken one down on his own before with relative ease, atleast that is what he told the others and why… was smoke coming out of his hands? Kai couldn’t recall when Syr ever obtained a fire spell, or why he’d hide that fact that he knew one from the rest of the group.

Syrs breathing began speeding up as the creature trudged around him in smaller and smaller circles, but he remained frozen, his eyes locked with the beast own.

“Why don’t you use it? Your power?” It asked as it’s mouths curled into a grin, baring rows of razor like teeth and inky gums.

The smoke emitting from Syrs hands grew larger, engulfing it in grey and his breathing became ragged. Bitter flavors of bile entered his mouth but his jaw was practically wired shut.

“surely…you aren’t afraid to hit me?” the serpent asked quietly, it’s other heads snickered as it spoke.

“you must be unsure if you’re strong enough to do it, am I right?”

It’s main head weaved down over syrs shoulder, stopping just above his ear and flicked its tongue once more. The smoke coming from Syrs palms began to make his eyes water, and the odor was burning his nose.

“Are you that weak?”

Syrs eyes widened in an instant, and the clear memory of the training he endured as a child flashed into his mind.

The sound of a large clock ticking, and his father, sitting on the second floor of the library, reading with a blank expression. The rising suns warm light casted his shadow down onto the first floors carpet through the stained glass windows, stopping just short of Syr and his mother.

She was draped in black lace and covered from head to toe in velvet dress, with one hand on a onyx cane, Her painted lips scowled as she looked down at Syr.

He kneeled on the ground holding his left arm and sobbing into his shoulder, from his fingertips to his elbow it was bloodied and slightly burnt, and smoke raised from the freshly formed wounds.

“Stand up.” she spat coldly.

Syr wiped his runny nose on his shirt and managed to look at her, his was face puffy and eyes were red.

“I-I cant do it anymore mother” he stammered sniffling again, his arm was filled with a pulsing sensation and was tender to the touch but he didn’t let it go, the lack of pressure on the wounds made the pain worse more.

“It hurts”

The cold crack of her cane sliced through the air, whipping him clean across the face and making him fall backward and landing with a thud.

“It hurts?” his mother asked glaring down at him.

“He has seen more pain than you ever have,”

she gestures to Myster with her cane atop the second floor, and he does not respond, simply turning another page in his book.

“And you dare have the nerve to complain?”

Syr doesn’t respond now preoccupied with attempting to stop his nose from bleeding onto the carpet.

“You are a mystical, act like one, we have no time for your pitiful emotions,” she begins walking away to the side of the room, crossing the smooth marble floors without so much of a clack of her heel

“Hit the target.”

Syr sits up looking ahead of him. A tall wooden target is bolted to the back rooms wall, and below it are traces of his previous failed attempts to hurl fire at the target, pieces of burnt straw and ash caking the carpet, ash he knew he’d have to clean up later because of causing such a mess.

He winced releasing his left arm and raised the other aiming it at the target, though his body was trembling and he was mentally and physically exhausted, a flame grew from his palms, and suddenly engulfed his entire right side, never even leaving his body’s surface for a moment, the pain makes him shriek and double over onto the floor.

“Is that all?” His mother ask, disappointment heavy in her tone. But he does not answer, still wailing in front of her, smoke dispersing from his overheated body.

She looks away, gripping her cane in anger and utters one last thing before setting off to leave the room.

“Your pathetic.”

Syr blinks, snapping out of his trance, the beast words matched with his mothers own from that day, and his arm goes up on flames uncontrollably, but he refuses to scream instead biting his lip hard and making it bleed.

(yadda yadda kai kicks the beast ass for him and takes syr back to camp and they have a few pages worth of combo on how to best comfort syr bc he isn’t speaking ti anyone and saying it’s his fault, he leaves the camp for a few hours with a few healing potions and remembers the rest of that “training day” , and thats what the rest of this text will be, completing the memory)

“Heal yourself after cleaning this up, I am retiring to my study, do not bother me or your father for the rest of today” his mother says, walking away, her tone bitter.

Syr begins to mumble something and she stops dead in her tracks looking over her shoulder, feeling disrespected that he spoke to her.

“What.” her eyes narrow looking at the boy, he now was standing and attempting to keep straight posture.

Syr was sobbing and sniffling, his words poured out erratically, and sounded more akin to a warble than actual speech.

“I’m sorry mother, I-I really am sorry I-“

she raises a palm and he closes his mouth instantly.

“I don’t want to hear apologies, it is your fault you are so weak”

Myster rose from his seat, closing his book and placing it back onto the shelf. His father descends the marble steps and passes syr without a single word or even a glance, leaving the library.

“Improve your skills or don’t make noise at all.”

syrs mother turns away one more, and follows Myster out of the room.

The suns warm light now illuminated the entire room, and painted the floor with different shades of red green and yellow, but syr could not feel that warmth.

He dropped to his knees again and hunched over shutting his mouth, covering it with one hand and clutching his stomach with the other.

Syrs muffled whimpers and the clock parroted each other in the empty humid room.

-

so this is just a little excerpt but this would be apart of a larger arc of syr learning how to use his magic (heat and fire) without hurting himself in his adult years, and would also mark a turning point in his life because he no longer wears his anti-magic necklace, (the only thing stopping him from using his powers if he got to worked up / emotional for any reason) the same way propin would burst into flames if she was upset, or start giving off smoke if she was sad, after it’s broken he goes down a path of opening up to his friends about who he really is (atleast who he thinks he is as he still doesn’t know he’s a demigod at this point) and dealing with his many many psychological issues as a result of growing up in that evil ass mansion