#when you make Katya laugh like that >>>

[petrovna-zamo]

Obsessed with Bob & Katya together

[letsgetrowdy43]

His home—

Nico Hischier x reader

Requested by the lovely @lcvecove: your celly is so so cute ro!!! <333" cupping your face in their hands and them telling you, "you. you are the one I love." if you feel inspired I would love this prompt with nico. Maybe he takes reader home for the summer and there’s like a childhood friend that kinda has feelings for nico and reader sees childhood friend flirt with him and gets jealous? if you do decide to write it (no pressure x) thanks so much😽🤍

Warnings/notes: really no notes other than a few swears, alcohol consumption, and some self doubt!!

Rowan’s summer celly!!

Nico's childhood home was the most beautiful and inviting place his girlfriend of two years had ever been to. Katya and Rino had built a beautiful life in Naters, in the most beautiful home, fueled by laughter and love for family and friendship.

This week in particular, all of the Hischier children and their respective partners found themselves under the same roof. One whole week of family time and reconnecting with old friends.

Which is what led to now, a dinner party hosted by the Hischiers in the comfort of their huge backyard, the glow of string lights bright, the scent of dinner grilling, and blooming spring flowers really tying in the closeness.

The long wooden table, one that held memories of shared meals and stories, was set for twelve. Plates of food were passed around amid the flowing conversation and the occasional clinking of wine glasses. Nico sat near the center, his hand gently resting on his girlfriend’s knee beneath the table, quietly thrilled to share this part of his life and his family with her.

Katya, the perfect host, moved between guests with ease, making sure everyone had enough to eat and almost too much wine to drink, while Rino manned the grill with the quiet pride.

After dinner, the party moved from the table to standing around a campfire, drinks in hand, as the conversation carried from corduial dinner discussions to nostalgia.

It was then that Helena arrived. A girl who quite literally embodied the meaning of her name, light.

She was greeted with warmth and open arms, like someone returning home after a long trip, hugs from Katya, a clap on the back from Rino, and immediate cheers from the entire family.

Nico stood when he saw her, grinning with that kind of nostalgia that only came from years of shared history.

“Helena is practically family,” Luca said, as she slid into the circle with a glass of wine for the girl who was reacquainting with people in the group.

Nico's girlfriend smiled politely, but her eyes lingered on Helena, the way she leaned in when Nico spoke, how her hand rested just a little too long on his arm during their hellos, how effortlessly she seemed to fold herself into the space beside him.

A place that maybe had once been hers.

“She and Nico were inseparable as kids,” Nina mentioned with a chuckle, a little bit of distaste in her voice. “Everyone thought they’d end up married someday.”

Nico’s girlfriend awkwardly laughed along, but her grip on her wine glass tightened. From across the fire, she watched Helena tilt her head at something Nico said, laughing just a little too loudly, brushing an invisible thread off his shoulder before moving to whisper something to him.

And Nico, he was polite, smiling, seemingly unaware. His hands rightfully to himself, eyes once in a while moving to check in on his girlfriend across the lawn.

"I wouldn't worry too much about her, Nico's never been one for the heartbreakers," Nina added as she watched the worry take form on her face. "They look very friendly with each other," she sipped her wine as Nina watched them for a second before nodding her head. "To be honest, Nico was into her as a kid,” Nina finished with a shrug. “Helena never really stayed long enough to be serious about anyone. Not even him.”

That didn’t make her feel any better.

She watched as Helena tossed her head back in laughter, her hand brushing against Nico’s arm again, like she belonged there. Like she still thought she could. Nico said something then, smiling that soft, private smile he usually saved for her.

Except this time, it wasn’t for her.

“She’s very comfortable with him,” she said quietly, watching as Nina's lips formed a straight line before heading inside to get a sweater.

She wandered into the house and upstairs to Nico's childhood bedroom, her eyes wandering the walls, which were littered with baby photos of Nico and all his little friends. She was soon startled by Nico sneaking up behind her, arms wrapping aorund her torso as his chin rested her shulder.

"You okay schatzi?" "I'm fine, just got chilly," he hummed lowly as his hands ran up and down her exposed arms.

She turned around, her face a little sullen as his hands cupped her cheeks, pressing two gentle kisses to the high points of her cheeks.

"You wanna tell me what's bothering you?"

The girl let out a soft sigh as she grew embarrassed by her clear lack of cool.

"Just weird seeing a girl be all over you, especially when I've heard how perfect everyone thought she was for it," she blinked back the emotions that were threatening to spill over, extremely unsure of when exactly she turned into the girlfriend who felt so insecure.

"Did someone say something about Helena and me?" She shuddered a little at how perfectly her name rolled off his tongue.

"It's stupid, Im sorry. I'm just a little uncomfortable with her being so touchy, and knowing you guys may have had a past. "It's not stupid at all," his thumbs brushed the soft skin of her cheeks, "I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I was okay with any of her advances."

She shook her head in protest, "I trust you, and I know she was being harmless. I'm just feeling a little out of my element surrounded by people I'm not overly close with, learning to be a part of your wolrd, and probably the most beautiful women, who is making partial 'fuck me eyes' at you, is attached to your hip, not even awknowledging me."

"Sorry" she mumbled as her forehead crashed into his chest.

"Please stop apologizing to me Dove. You're allowed to be upset at me when I'm being inconsiderate, and I should be doing better to make sure you're the most comfortable in our family's house."

She felt his arms wrap aroudn her a little firmer at the sentiment of his family becoming hers.

"As for Helena, I should’ve said something to her when she first walked into the yard,” he continued, his voice steady but laced with a hint of frustration, not at her, but at himself. “I didn’t think she was being that forward at first. I figured she was just being her. But I saw your face tonight and I realized I had let her overstep a boundary.”

He pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, his hands still gently holding her waist, before one slid up to cup the side of her face.

“Whatever I thought Helena and I could’ve been back when we were kids, it was never real or even remotely romantic. Not like this. Not like you and me. I wouldn’t trade what we have for any amount of history.”

Her throat tightened, and she hated how much she needed to hear those words.

“I don’t want to be that girl, Nico,” she said softly. “The jealous one. The insecure one.”

“You’re not,” he promised. “You’re my girl. The one I brought home because I’m proud of who we are, of who you are. And if someone in my past makes you feel small or unseen, then I haven’t done my job.” A tear slid down her flushed cheeks as he continued, "You. You are the one I love. And I hope my misjudgment doesn't ruin that image, cause you are it for me, Dove."

"I love you too, Neeks," she said, standing up on her tip toes to press a gentle kiss to his lips, hands moving from her sides to cup his bearded jaw.

The two of them stayed in his room a little longer, soaking up every second of eachother, and the charged tension as they sat surrounded by Nico's world, which was slowly morphing into her own.

[cool-lesbian-is-here]

Intro post!!!!!

My fav song rn (I change this frequently): Red Light Indicates Doors Are Secure by Arctic Monkeys

Hey I’m katya :D

I was born in Ukraine and lived there for two years before moving to England with my family. I also had like a weird year where we lived in Luxembourg but whatever. So yeah I speak Russian and English fluently and I can understand ukrainian but not speak it fluently.

Also I have a tag on my blog which is #learning russian with Katya, and I guess u can figure out what goes on there, but yh if u want u can check that out :)

I am a cis lesbian MINOR (14).

I love music, I listen to it all the time so here are some artists I like 😁😁: David Bowie, queen, Rolling Stones, the smiths, oasis, Måneskin, the Runaways, the Beatles, T. Rex, Aerosmith, Jon Bon Jovi, AC/DC, Billy Joel, deep purple and pink Floyd, ABBA, girl in red, Chappell roan, Olivia Rodrigo, Ayesha erotica, K$SHA, Britney Spears, mccaffferty, Alex G, Penelope Scott, Rio Romeo, the front bottoms, Mitski, Laufey, Madilyn Mei, the cardigans, Sufjan Stevens, Kimya Dawson, Conan Gray and arctic monkeys

TV Girl has my heart

There are obvs more but I can’t remember them all, anyway, moving on, fandoms!

BBC Sherlock, the marauders, LOTR and The Hobbit, dead boy detectives,the dead poets society, wicked, a series of unfortunate events, Good omens, Percy Jackson, gravity falls, house md

Books that literally changed my brain chemistry: the Perks of Being a Wallflower, dead poets society, Girl, interrupted, the catcher in the rye, Solitaire, and a separate peace.

Movies I adore wholeheartedly: tell it to the bees, Girl, interrupted, Dead Poets Society, mamma Mia, say anything, the rocky horror picture show, imagine me and you, I saw the TV glow, but I’m a cheerleader, the incredibly true adventure of two girls in love, moonrise kingdom, the miseducation of Cameron post, the perks of being a wallflower, the whole ass LOTR series, We’re all going to the world’s fair, CALL ME BY YOUR NAME, Juno

Shows or series I love!: gilmore girls, Brooklyn 99, the office(US), friends, Lucifer, a series of unfortunate events, The Good Place, House MD

Obsessions I had when I was younger(please don’t laugh): Ed sheeran(I KNOW, OK.), Katy Perry (her songs r still kinda fire tho) and of course “The Land of Stories” (that shit had a hold on me)

Hobbies: reading, crochet, playing guitar, and making random shit

Style: I’d say I dress grunge so my clothes all have like a little bit of each marauder in them

Marauders!!!: my moonshine says I am a James kinnie, I have also been told I’m a marlene kinnie, so do w that what you will, my fav marauder is sirius tho and my fav ship is wolfstar(nothing is better than the original in my opinion). Honestly, I think I lean towards fluffy fics more when I’m looking for a wolfstar fic and also there’s this random lore Abt me that I have read ATYD twice and also ATYD-Sirius’s perspective twice.

Random lore: when I was 11, my brother and I exploded a power bank together so now I have this big scar on my leg from the burn. My favourite colour is cherry red. I also have a fake name that I give to ppl who I don’t rlly want knowing my name. I’m allergic to gold but I look rlly good in it 😔😔. I annotate my books.my fav dinosaur is the triceratops. I love to quote random songs on here ✨✨. Also I rlly wanna play guitar but I have zero musical talent 😭😭 EDIT: MY DAD IS LETTING ME GET LESSONS AND IM GONNA START SOON!!!. Also I love death note!!!

I have a tortoise named Bowser, but in Russian, we call him Боря (boris) :DDDD

This blog has a lot of random, uncensored thoughts that pop into my head, so be ready for the randomest of statements without tags being on your dash

yes I am hater and I hate Taylor Swift with a passion. BUT IF U LIKE HER IDRC ILL JUST KNOW THAT U AHEV A SHIT MUSIC TASTE

IVE BEEN TO THE ABBA MUSEUM SO IM LIKE OFFICIALLY COOL

I am a person that fully believes you must like a band to wear that bands merch

I am forever a user of YouTube music, no amount of disappointment in me will change this, so don’t try.

This is my random depressed thoughts side blog: @the-katya-is-sad-show

I honestly think that’s everything, so um yeah! That’s me :)

ALSO GUYS JS QUICKLY, IF I CALL YOU “girl” OR “bitch” IM NOT TRYNA CALL YOU AN ACTUAL GIRL OR AN ACTUAL BITCH ITS JS SMTH THAT I USE AS GENDER-NEUTRAL THINGS TO ALL PPL. IM RLLY SORRY IF I MISGENDER U, I RLLY DONT MEAN TO, ITS JS A THING I SAY!!!

This is a cool funky collage of my vibes 😁😁, a courtesy of my beautiful, talented, cool, funky, awesome sauce moot: @dont-turn-left

✨my moonshine✨: @corvibb

my fav girlies:

Little ball of sunshine <3: @permetutotheworld Professional crash outer <3: @theheightsarewuthering

some guy that keeps telling me to drink water: @st4rboyloser

a very dear friend that gangs up w Cael to bully me into drinking water :(( : @jammahanna

Cool girl Elora she listens to me yap :DDD : @agirlsgirlwink

WATERMELON IS PINK, FUCK YOU @corvibb

[katyaromanoffpetrova]

A deceitful Valentine's

It's Valentine's Day and Natasha is on a mission. Katya won't let the day pass by without seeing her.

• Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC (Katya Petrova) • Wordcount: 1.9k • Warnings: sexual talk (they're horny lesbians) •A/N: not proofread because it's 1AM and i'm tired :) Masterlist

Do not repost my work as your own or translate my work!!

''No, I'm not helping you so you can fuck each other's brains out in a hotel room. Or whatever it is that you lesbians do.''

''Wow,'' Katya breathed, an amused smile lingering on her lips as she watched her appalled friend shake his head. ''I thought you were a romantic.''

''Me?'' Clint scoffed, shuffling through the papers on his messy desk. He hadn't been able to look at her since she asked her question, a red tint on his cheeks. Obviously, it made him uncomfortable. Katya loved making men uncomfortable. ''Valentine's Day is a ridiculous product of capitalism, created to make us spend more money on things we don't need.''

Katya hummed knowingly, placing her hands on his desk. ''Is that why you bought Laura that perfume she's been obsessed with for months? And, oh, what is this?'' With a smirk, she plucked a Valentine's card from underneath a stack of papers on his desk. 

Swift like a cobra, Clint snatched it from her hand before she could open it. His cheeks burned as he stashed the red and pink paper deep in a desk drawer, slamming it shut loudly. ''You Russian dickheads need to stay out of my business,'' he grumbled. Natasha had been sitting next to him when he ordered that perfume, and while he thought he'd been sneaky, obviously she saw. And then told Katya.

The brunette had to fight off a malicious laugh, in the depths of her element. ''Hm… Natalia will be thrilled to hear about that card.'' She tilted her head, pursing her lips as she pretended to think hard. ''What did it read on the front, again? 'A man like me has a lot to be thankful for'?'' 

''Okay, okay!'' Clint looked like he was about to scream in frustration, slamming the papers in his hands down. He knew she was completely serious in her threats—she would tell Natasha. But Katya could keep a secret if he helped her out. ''Fine, I'll help with your plan.'' He pointed a warning finger at her. ''But if I face serious consequences because I tempered with an agent's mission, it's your responsibility.''

''Absolutely.'' Katya nodded sternly, her eyebrows knitted together. ''I'll tell them I blackmailed you with a Valentine's Day card.''

Spotting the amused glint in her eyes, Clint shook his head with exasperation. One of these days, either Katya or Natasha was going to cause him a mental breakdown because they were just so good at emotional manipulation. ''You need serious help,'' he muttered, grabbing his laptop.

~~~~

The hotel bar wasn't too busy. Most people were still enjoying their late dinner or were spending the evening with their lover, holed up in a bedroom. Natasha had seen enough of them today; couples. It's the one day of the year where people suddenly seem to remember to show affection to their partners. Dinners, movies, gifts—they were all talking about the same things, all day.

She didn't really care about Valentine's Day as a holiday. Sure, she and Katya bought a little something for each other, and tried to do something together if they got the chance to—not including the evening sex, of course—but she did it because it made Katya happy. Natasha was a moreso a believer of showing her appreciation all year 'round. Leaving a sweet note, taking her out for dinner, planning a movie night with snacks, running Katya a bath, giving her a massage. 

But Natasha would be lying if she said that she didn't miss her a little more today. This mission had been dragging on for three weeks. And while she had hoped to be home tonight, she was sitting in a five star hotel's fancy bar, all dressed up, sipping on her Dirty Martini, because Clint had given her new intel. Seducing a man, of all things, when she had a sexy, attractive woman waiting for her at home, must be the universe's type of karma. 

Lazily, she stirred her drink, seeing the bartender move around in her peripheral vision. The stools beside her were empty, the atmosphere calm; soft, classical music playing in the background. It was boring. Clint didn't say what time her target's ''business associate'' would arrive. She could be sitting there for hours. Her mind wasn't as focused as it should be, her thoughts drifting away from her.

It took her a moment too long to realize that somebody was sitting down on her left, gracefully settling down on the high stool with a quiet rustle. There was a flash of red silk, and then a whiff of a deep, sensual perfume. 

Natasha stiffened, her body already knowing what her mind didn't want to believe yet. Slowly, from the corner of her eye, she looked her neighbor up and down, her gaze lingering on their chest and exposed neck. It was the most elegant, exquisite picture she'd ever seen, the red silk dress draping around her figure like liquid. Most of her back was exposed, a decent amount of cleavage showing while the fabric ran all the way to her ankles in loose waves, accentuating the curves Natasha could draw with her eyes closed. 

This was the type of woman men used to go to war for.

Natasha's heart started to race in her chest. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath as she averted her eyes forward again, fighting to keep her cool. Preferably, she'd rip that dress off her body right here, right now, but she had a mission to run. Although she was starting to get an inkling that she might have been misled. "You're not supposed to be here."

"Would you like something to drink, ma'am?" The bartender had materialized in front of them.

Katya smiled charmingly and placed her clutch on the bar. "A Vodka-Martini, please."

''Coming right up.''

Natasha followed the man with her eyes as he walked off to make her order. Next to her, Katya casually touched up her lipstick. Fuck, it was her favorite. "I'm assuming there's no "business associate" I'm meeting tonight?"

"I thought you'd rather have me instead,'' Katya said, tapping at her lip with her ring finger. Her complete lack of fucks given about interrupting her mission and using Clint to lure her here with a lie was both annoying and amusing. Natasha wanted to be more pissed, but in reality, she was really happy to see her.

"You're not wrong, but I am supposed to be on duty around the clock."

"Screw the mission,'' Katya declared, tossing her lipstick and mirror back in her clutch before turning to face her girlfriend. She tilted her head, a smile on her perfectly kissable lips. ''It's Valentine's Day. We're not supposed to be apart."

Part of Natasha's brain wasn't working correctly. Katya's alluring appearance had hypnotized her. She wasn't sure if she wanted to sculpt her beauty into marble for all eternity to see, or worship her body all night until it was covered in drops of sweat. "So you sabotaged my mission because you missed me too much?" She smirked, finally giving in and turning her body in Katya's direction.

The brunette shrugged, something mischievous flashing across her face. "Maybe I'm just incredibly horny."

Caught off guard by her bold statement, Natasha nearly lost her composure. "Are you?" She mused, ignoring the twitch low in her stomach.

Instead of answering, Katya smirked confidently. "Are you?"

"Definitely." She couldn't lie—or joke—about the impact Katya had on her, her teasing demeanor fading into an intense, lustful one as she took the time to take in Katya's appearance once more. "You look fucking incredible," she muttered, noting how Katya shifted on her stool at the desire in her voice.

In that dress, she was an expensive, rich wine from France and Natasha was the alcoholic who hadn't had a drop in three weeks. It took every ounce of self-control to stay seated. Her throat was dry, her hands were itching. 

Reluctantly tearing her gaze away, Natasha reached for her drink and took a big sip. It didn't fix her burning throat, but the sensation brought her back to Earth. "Maybe I should leave more often so you can interrupt my missions looking like this," she joked.

Katya chuckled, slowly circling the rim of her Martini glass with her finger. "Or, you can take me out to dinner sometime, give me a reason to dress up." Her gaze met Natasha's. "Maybe to one of those posh restaurants where I would actually have to wear underwear to."

Natasha's fingers tightened around her glass, her wide eyes flickering to Katya's hips. "Baby…" Katya had prepared for this night to end one way, and with how she was working her up, Natasha knew it was going to be good. She smiled to herself, excitement flooding her veins. "I'm gonna buy Clint such a big bottle of Vodka when I get back."

"I don't think he's gonna be able to look at us for a while. It's pretty obvious what I was planning when I asked him to help us meet up. At night. In a hotel."

"Oh, yeah?" Natasha smirked.

Katya raised an eyebrow. "If I'm still able to walk out of here by myself tomorrow, I'm gonna make you pay for this dress."

Natasha chuckled, reaching out and slowly trailing her fingertips up Katya's arm. They left a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "How about this: I ruin your pretty makeup, your ability to walk, and I pay for the dress?"

"That better be a promise." Katya's lips held a daring smirk, her body still as Natasha's fingers had reached her collarbone. "My mascara is waterproof."

"Do you doubt me?" Natasha asked, her hand ghosting over Katya's throat. A shiver ran through the brunette's body as her pupils dilated. 

"I know you like to talk big."

Natasha pulled her hand away to place it over her heart. "Katariina, you're breaking my heart."

"I didn't know you had one to break," Katya mused.

"It's a little messed up, but it's yours."

Between all the flirting and sexual tension, this half-hearted, soft joke came out of nowhere. Katya had to take a second to switch around. "Where did you learn to sweet-talk like that?''

Natasha shrugged, turning away to take another sip of her drink. ''A place where I met this girl.''

Katya's smile turned knowingly, warmth swirling in her chest. She loved it whenever Natasha spoke about falling in love with her. ''There's always a girl."

''This one was special. She cared. And nobody had ever cared about me." Their eyes met. Natasha's started to sparkle with a amusement. "Oh, and she had the most beautiful blue eyes.''

Katya fought the urge to roll them. ''She sounds nice.''

''She's more than just nice." Placing a hand on her thigh, Natasha leaned in more with every word, until their faces were only inches apart. Her breath fanned over Katya's chin. "She's brave, and kind, and stunning, and so incredibly smart…''

A low hum fell from Katya's lips, her gaze flickering from the redhead's mouth to her eyes. Her heart raced in her chest. ''You're trying to get in my pants.''

''I thought you weren't wearing any.''

Katya smiled amusedly, her thigh tensing up when Natasha's hand started to creep higher. This was exactly how she hoped this night would go. ''So, how did things end with that girl?''

Her breath hitched when she caught the look on Natasha's face. So lustful. If all of that was going to be released tonight, then her girlfriend would for sure make good on her promise. 

Katya's stomach swirled heavy with anticipation as Natasha brought her mouth to her ear. ''With her underneath me, naked, in a hotel room, her pretty dress on the floor, screaming my name as I make her cum for the sixth time in one night.''

And then they have bed-breaking, wall-shaking, earth-shattering sex

A/N: Please consider reblogging if you liked this fic. It really helps me :)

[pinkofatom]

Be presentable

CW: femdom, femsub, mind control, corruption, tentacles, pods, bimbofication,

Katya sighed, visible her breath rose. Annoyed she twirled a red lock. Her orher hand rubbed along her arm. The cold reflected her disappointment. Why was it so hard to find a present for Christina? With a stomp she marched down the street.

'Hey bestie, wanna shop?,' appeared on her phone, an innocent question from Christina. Katya rubbed her forehead. Perfect timing, Christina. How exactly should she buy a present for her friend when — wait no, Katya thought, this was perfect. She could go around with her friend and look what she wanted. Oh, Katya, you sly fox. Her lips crinkled.

'Sure, Christina. Just tell me where to meet,' she sent her answer. Not even ten seconds later she had the meeting place.

Christina waited for her in front of the clothing palace. 'Be Presentable' glittered in friendly colors behind the window. Christina waved Katya closer. Her best friend dressed in white from head to toe, her black hair shining. She gave her an enthusiastic hug.

"Hello Christina," Katya said, as they stepped inside. The air felt warm, compared to outside. A lot of women were here, searching for their perfect outfit. Racks of clothing stood around in no specific order. Katya spotted some very revealing ones. Wasn't that a shop for women clothing? Not for sexy lingerie? She would have to ask her friend later.

"Hello, Katya~ Hope everything is well," Christina smiled brightly, as she steered Katya to some rack. Katya felt her own face lit up. Christina could do so much with one smile, Katya sighed internally.

"Oh yes, I'm doing well," she lied. The stress of finding something for her bestie weighted down on her.

"Hmm~ Well, I believe that for now," Christina laughed, "but I can see something else behind that facade." Christina turned and poked her on the nose. "But don't worry. We are gonna have a nice shopping day."

Christina's words were like honey for Katya's soul. "Thank you, that sounds wonderful," Katya responded. Christina smiled at her. Her friend always had the talent to make her happy. But how would she find the right present for her? Especially with the way other patrons dressed here. Each person she spotted wore an outfit more risque than the former. And the women, they looked so happy and satisfied, kind of unnatural.

"Oh, I have a few questions," Katya started.

Christina turned to her, her smile even wider than normal. "Yes?"

"What kind of clothing shop is this?" Katya asked.

"Oh~ the best." Christina took a top from a rack. The fabric shimmered in pink light. "Here, you get the perfect present for yourself and your friends."

"I see," Katya said.

"But you have to be willing to change, of course," Christina added. The pink light reflected in her eyes, making them sparkle.

"Okay?" Katya felt unsure, her friend sounded so odd.

"You have to be presentable." Christina said, her smile wide, too wide. "You have to look and think and want to be the perfect woman." Christina's gaze was intense.

Katya took a step back. What was wrong with her best friend?

"Uhm, Christina? Are you alright?" Katya swallowed a lump.

"I am perfectly alright." She stepped forward.

Katya stepped backwards. Christina stepped closer.

"You should be, too." Her voice was low, and dark.

"What are you doing, Christina?!" Katya asked.

"I am gonna make you presentable, of course," Christina giggled.

"What?!" Katya was so confused. Her heart drummed in her ears.

"Kidding~," Christina smiled at her. "You are too easy, you know."

Katya felt her body relax. That was just a joke. Thank God.

Christina poked her again, on her chest. "I am just saying you could look nicer. You should try something."

"You think?" Katya asked. Her clothes were quite boring, even she admitted that.

"I am sure," Christina nodded, "we can find something nice here. Something presentable." Christina took Katya's hand, and together they went deeper into the store. Soothing lyres and crystal bells created a relaxing atmosphere. Katya liked this, especially as the tension melted out of her.

The clothing they spotted looked more and more daring, the farther they walked into the store. But with each step it felt more natural to Katya. They should be presentable. Katya felt her mind wander, caught by the strings of music and happiness filled expressions.

"You should try something," Christina whispered into Katya's ear. "It will help you relax. Here how about this top," she suggested, holding the pink top in front of Katya, "or this skirt," Christina held a pink skirt to Katya's legs.

Both were short. Katya wouldn't even dare to call them clothes. More like strings, barely hiding her body. Katya giggled at the idea. She would never wear something like this. Still her hands grabbed the outfit. Satin fabric tickled her nerves. Jolts of something delightful traveled over her skin. Her winter coat and trousers felt stifling. Maybe she could at least try them on, she thought.

"I see you are convinced," Christina laughed.

Katya blushed, "well, I just thought it wouldn't hurt to try something. I don't think this is for me."

"Maybe you are right," Christina nodded, but she had that mischievous smile Katya knew so well — yet sparkled with a hidden depth.

"Let's look for something more fitting," Christina said, the last word echoed in Katya's mind.

Fitting, yes, the perfect fitting present, for Christina, of course, she thought. "Well, you know, maybe you have something, that you'd want for yourself," she suggested to Christina. She couldn't lose focus of the whole purpose of the shopping trip.

Christina's face brightened. "Oh~ how considerate of you Katy Kat, but don't worry. I'll be presentable very soon. Let's do you first," she said with a smile that was so wide Katya thought it must hurt. Still her own lips stretched to a similar expression. Katya didn't feel so worried about her plan. Christina would show her something, that she would like, Katya was certain. She just had to keep looking and be presentable. She shook her head. Find the right present, yes that was what she meant.

They strolled through the racks. Katya's gaze was unfocused as her body was on autopilot, driven by the sounds and colors. Her hands brushed against fabrics of all kinds. Each felt so smooth, yet different. Her skin felt so warm, her coat was really too much for inside the shop. She pulled out of the boring winter coat.

"Katya, this would suit you," Christina held a pair of shoes in front of Katya. The white pumps were tall and elegant.

"They would look gorgeous on you, with the pink top and skirt." Christina nodded, "yes, perfect. Why don't you go to a changing cubicle and try it on," Christina proposed.

Yes, that sounded lovely. The ringing harps agreed.

"I'll find some matching lingerie," Christina smiled and waved. "Have fun trying that on~," she said, disappearing between racks.

Katya found the changing cubicles quite quickly, the path to them laid clear in front of her, the way paved in a deep, red carpet. Her hands touched the heavy, red curtain that would hide her from sight, as she tried the outfit on.

Electric currents of wonderful sensations sparked from her hand through her body. A pleasant heat warmed her inside. Yes, she should try this on, it would look gorgeous on her.

She pulled her shirt and pants off, folding the boring things in the corner. She felt much more relaxed, with just her bra and panties. Her skin was warm, and she enjoyed the light breeze from above. Taut, she shivered with anticipation.

Her fingers touched the satin pink fabric of the skirt, and the current traveled up, her body tensed in pleasure. Yes, this felt wonderful. The pink skirt slid along her skin as she pulled it up, a trail of warmth remained. It sat high on her body, the end of the fabric sat just beneath the line of her butt. A pleasant jolt traveled up her, when the fabric caressed her thighs and behind. She felt exposed but also so much better than in her pants. Her hands traveled down her legs and the skirt. The soft feeling on her skin was delightful.

Next was the pink top, the fabric was soft and smooth in her fingers. She put the top on. It was tight on her, but not in an uncomfortable way. Delicious warmth filled her, as she pulled her long red hair free. She looked herself over, the top ended under her boobs. She was exposed and sexy. Presentable. The bell sounds chimed, a melody that touched her deep inside, she shivered in delight. The current of energy danced in her.

The last thing were the white pumps. She put them on, and was amazed by how tall they made her look. They were perfect. Katya admired her image in the mirror. A woman looked back at her, beautiful and presentable, with her pink outfit, tall pumps, long red hair, and a look of pure lust in her dark eyes.

"You are gorgeous, Katya," Christina's voice rang, and it sounded even better than the bells.

Katya felt herself blush. "Ya — ya think so," she lisped. And ya? Katya's head swam in honey. Hot molten sweets.

"Yes~" Christina laughed, her voice so sweet and dark. Katya just wanted more of it.

"Now let me come in," Christina said, "there is this set of lingerie I found."

And the curtain opened. Christina stood there, with a smile so wide and dark eyes full of something.

"Oh~ You are presentable," she said, her eyes traveled along Katya's body, leaving behind trails of heat.

"Ya," Katya giggled. She felt warm all over, and a bit light in the head.

"Try this on," Christina suggested. In her hand she held black lingerie.

The black fabric glimmered, as Christina handed it over. It looked expensive and very revealing. The set consisted of a thong and a bra. Both would barely cover her tits and butt, yet Katya felt herself drool, imagining the fabric on her.

"Ya, Chrishdina. No, uhm, Chrishtina," Katya slurred, trying to speak. Her tongue felt numb in her mouth.

"Chrissy is fine, Katy Kat," Chrissy laughed. "Try this on," she said.

Katya felt a spark of something delicious, when Chrissy spoke. She wanted more, so she would try it on.

"Turn around, and don't peak, Chrissy, uhm, okay?" Katya pulled over the top.

Chrissy stared at the hard poking nipples. "Of course not, Katy Kat." She licked her lips, dark eyes focused on Katya. "Take your time."

"Thanks, Chrissy," Katya said. The name felt right. Chrissy giggled again, as Katya turned to the mirror, and started pulling off her bra and panties. She blushed. Her naked body in the mirror was so lewd.

"Ooh~," Chrissy exclaimed in a tone of pure delight, as she got a glimpse of Katya's bare behind.

"Chrissy," Katya pouted. She felt embarrassed and a bit ashamed. But Chrissy's words made the heat in her burn hotter. The look of admiration in her eyes, made her feel so much better.

"Don't worry," Chrissy said with her sweet, dark voice. "You look gorgeous, Katy Kat."

"G-gor-," a giggle escaped Katy's lips, "good." Katy's heart pumped the warmth of happiness into her cheeks.

First she put on the bra. The fabric shimmered, the material was smooth on her skin, and Katy's sensitive breasts were caressed in an electric embrace, as she closed the clasps behind her. It pressed her tits up, her nipples pushed against the thin fabric. She liked it, liked the exposure and feeling, but also the look of it on her. With trembling hands she pulled down the top. It was so stretched the bra perfectly visible beneath. A trail of goosebumps followed the path of the pink top. A hot current ran from the bra down.

She bit her lower lip, as her hands slipped into the panties. It felt like she was pushing herself further, as she slid them up her legs, her breath was stuck in her throat. The moment the thong touched her pussy a spark of lust jolted through her. Wetness flooded into the soft cloth. The string slipped between her butt cheeks, rubbing against the most delicate parts.

Katy shivered in hot delight. She looked herself over, her dark eyes traveling her exposed skin. Her pink top was high above her belly button and her bra visible, the panties just covered her privates, barely, and the white pumps made her legs look so long and sexy.

"Very presentable, Katy Kat," purred Chrissy. "I love it on you. You are a true slut." The word echoed in her mind. Slut, slut, slut. And she knew, Chrissy was right.

"I, I am," she whispered, and a shudder of hot lust traveled up, from the lingerie, through her body. "I am a slut," she repeated, and the current grew in strength.

"Of course you are. Only slutty sluts are presentable. And good girls are always presentable. It's like the motto. Be presentable." The words were so dark, yet the meaning clear to Katy.

Katy felt her knees go weak. Her body felt so hot, as the current ran through her. Arousal dripped out of her pussy. Her mouth was slightly open. The words felt like a revelation, like she was reborn again, as the true her. "Yes, Chrissy. I'll always be presentable."

"Good girl," Chrissy purred, the sound sent a shiver of delight over Katy's skin, and her heart skipped a beat. "Be a good girl and wait for me to get ready," Chrissy said, and the tone made the meaning clear for Katy. She had to obey. Chrissy pulled the curtain shut. "Wait here, until I get back, my perfect slut."

Katy's mind felt light, the music of the store so sweet and delightful. Her thoughts swirled, as her hands traveled over her body. A slut, a presentable slut, that was her, she realized. A moan escaped her, as her hands brushed over her breasts, her nipples so hard beneath the bra.

Katy's breath came out ragged, as she waited. Her gaze tracked all the other presentable women. A woman in a red dress, that exposed her sides and the fabric barely hid her boobs, her ass cheeks out for all to see. She strutted past the changing cubicles, with an air of content, as if the whole world was hers to enjoy. And Katy knew it to be true. They were gorgeous and perfect — presentable. Her own lips stretched into a similar empty smile.

She didn't know how much time passed, until the curtain in front of her opened again. Chrissy stood in the door frame. Her friend was perfect. A white dress framed Chrissy's vuloptuos form. It clung to her, like a second layer of skin, the material glimmered and shined in an unearthly white glow.

"You look perfect," Katy whispered in awe. Her gaze was captured by the sight. She could only admire the work of art in front of her.

"Why, thank you, my present," Chrissy smiled. Katy felt a hot spark travel down her body.

Katy stepped forward and took Chrissy's outstretched hand. Her fingers tingled, where they touched. She looked over her shoulder to the changing cubicle.

"Leave everything here. You are not going to wear anything so dull again, are you, my perfect slut?"

"No," Katy nodded eagerly, her mind swimming in the honey sweet voice of Chrissy. The current of arousal ran through her. Her body felt warm, especially where Chrissy's skin met hers. Katy's hand tingled and a spark traveled along her nerves, with each moment they touched.

"You look so perfect, Chrissy," she sighed. Her words were slow and thick on her lips, her mind sluggish.

"I know," her friend cooed. "Be presentable is such a great shop. They really help to get you ready for your perfect role."

"Mhh, yes." Katy nodded, she looked at the other women, who all seemed to be just like them, gorgeous and perfect.

Katy followed her friend's lead, they strolled deeper. Slowly the background music changed. From relaxing and soothing to alluring and enticing, harps and bells gave way to piano and saxophone.

The outfits they passed, hanging on racks, became even more daring. They wouldn't even hide the essentials. Katy didn't mind. Her pussy throbbed with each step, and the wetness dripped down her thighs, leaving behind a shiny trail. Her bra rubbed against her nipples and sent jolts of lust through her body. Her body felt hot and ready.

"You are such a perfect present," Chrissy purred, and each word was like a drop of molten desire in Katy's mind, she could barely think anymore.

"Chrissy," she moaned, her hands trembling, and her breath came out fast.

"I am so glad you wanted to go shopping," Chrissy smiled. "I really wanted to have a special present. And you~, so easily became one. It's the music and clothes, you know, Katy Kat. It just changes you into the best presentable self you can be. Like me~. I'm now so confident and dominant~. Don't you agree?"

"Ya, Chrishy," Katy's mouth didn't want to work, "you look per— perfect."

Katy followed her, like a puppy, her legs wobbly in her tall pumps. She didn't care that her arousal was dripping down her thighs, nor that the top didn't cover her bra. Her breasts jiggled with each step, sending jolts of delight through her body.

"Mhmm~ I know slut," she smiled down at her, the dark look in her eyes made Katy shudder.

"I —," Katy's gaze was drawn to the side, where another presentable woman strode past, with long, swaying strides, that drew Katy's gaze to her butt, which was completely naked and perfect.

"It's okay to stare. She is very presentable, like us." Chrissy stared too, a drop of drool fell from her lips. Then she shook her head, black glossy hair whipped around. "Let's continue, shall we?" Her fingers brushed along Katy's chin, the tingling touch drew Katy back.

"Ya," she moaned, as the woman walked past a corner. She couldn't think about anything else than Chrissy's hand in her own, and how much better her touch would feel on the rest of her.

Chrissy smiled, her white teeth a brilliant glow in the store's lights. Her dark eyes glinted, as she led Katy deeper towards an elevator. Katy could feel her pulse quicken, the wetness dripping out of her, as they entered it.

"Chrissy," Katy whispered, "please, I need it so bad." The doors of the elevator closed with a soft click.

"Shhh, my present, don't worry, we are almost there." The dark tone in Chrissy's voice promised everything. "We want those changes to stay, after all."

Chrissy pushed a button. A quiet chime rang and the elevator moved down, beneath the shop floor. The soft light around them made the atmosphere warm. It was only them in the confined space of the elevator. Katy couldn't take her eyes off her gorgeous friend.

Katy's legs shook with desire, her body trembled with the hot current running through her. "Chrissy," she moaned.

The dark, sweet voice of Chrissy purred. "You really got it bad, Katy Kat. You look ready to go off with the smallest touch." The words made Katy shudder with lust.

A soft ring indicated that the elevator reached the level. The door slid open with a soft sound. In front of them was a corridor out of some science fiction horror movie. The walls had a black and red texture, that reminded her of pulsating flesh. Flesh like squishing noises filled the music. It sounded so sensual and erotic.

"This way, Katy Kat," Chrissy purred and pulled the shuddering woman out of the elevator.

Each step was a torment for Katy's desire filled mind. Her pussy ached, as they strode along the strange walls. Katy's heart pounded in her ears, a drum beat to the rhythm of the background music, her legs were weak from arousal, as they reached a door. It opened with a wet squelching noise.

Inside was a room full of screens, pods and tentacles. Yellow strobing eyes on stalks observed them. Goosebumps ran along Katy's skin. The music was even heavier in here. Heavy musk filled the air. The heat in her core rose with each breath she took. It filled her mind with thoughts of want, desire and pure lust.

"Be presentable, Katy Kat," whispered Chrissy with her dark, hypnotic voice. The sound made the current stronger, as she pulled Katy into the room and over to the nearest pod, that stood open.

"Step in, my perfect present." Chrissy's hand brushed along the line of Katy's spine, and each cell it touched exploded in sparks of desire.

Katy shuddered. Without resistance she fell into the pod. The walls of it were organic, she noticed with a part of her, that still worked. It pulsed in a calming, sensual way around her.

"Yes," she moaned, the word slurred in her mouth.

The walls of the pod closed around Katy's trembling form, until it shut. Something probed along her lips and slipped inside. Katy's eyes went wide, as the thick tube of an oxygenator entered her mouth. It pushed deep down her throat, she could feel it. The end stopped just shy of her gagging point. It pressed against the walls of her mouth and the back of her throat. It forced her jaw wide open — her mouth so stuffed, her tongue pushed against the bottom of her mouth. Her lips wrapped tightly around it. She breathed in the hot, heavy air.

Katy's mind was in a dazed fog. She felt so hot, and her thoughts so sluggish, she barely realized, as the pod started to vibrate. No single inch of her skin was left unattended. Waves of vibrations, different frequencies and strength, traveled through her body. She groaned, as her body shook, but the sound was muffled in the pod. The sensations were too much, the heat, the vibration and music. It built up and up, her whole body tensed, but before she reached the edge, everything stopped. Desperate she whined, but it only continued when her arousal subsided.

It was torture, she was so desperate to cum. The vibrations teased her, and the heat in her core burned higher and higher. But each time she was denied her pleasure, the edge just a bit away. Thousands of inane whispers pressed on her brain. The words of Chrissy and the music were in them.

Her body ached. It burned with hot need. Her thoughts circled around a single point. Chrissy's words and how her body reacted to the vibrations and heat.

"Be presentable."

"Good girls are always presentable."

"My present."

Katy's eyes rolled back, as the words repeated over and over in her mind. Slowly memories dripped away. She forgot her past self and only her presentable self was left. She had a vague sense that this was wrong, that it had not been her. Yet she was too deep. The thoughts of resistance drowned in the waves of desire.

Katy Kat was a presentable good girl. She was a present by Chrissy.

"Perfect slut."

Her body shuddered in the throes of heat. It was so close, she could almost feel herself go over the edge. It was just out of reach. Her thoughts felt slow. She didn't want to think about anything other than what Chrissy said. She would be a good presentable present.

She was a good present. Nothing else. Nothing but a moldable present. The flesh walls pressed harder against her body. Slowly her shape changed. The heat in her core burned brighter, the vibration grew stronger and her skin became soft and malleable. It shifted to a new form.

The music in her ears droned on and on, and on, a constant stream of pleasure. She was on the edge, yet could not go over. The pod forced her body to stay on the edge, as it remolded her to the form of a perfect present. With every pound of mass increasing her bust, with each inch her waist shrank, Katy Kat forgot more of her past.

Her tits were massive, her nipples sensitive. She felt herself moan around the oxygenator, as her body became even hotter. Her tongue lapped against it, desperate to get more. A thick stream of drool leaked out of her open mouth. Between her legs and through her butt she sensed hard flesh push inside. A moan escaped her.

She couldn't think anymore, the sensations of the pod overwhelming. The pleasure of her new shape and the music kept her in an endless cycle of heat and lust, without relief, but oh so presentable.

She didn't know how much time had passed. It didn't matter. She felt the pod open. She was so weak. Her mind barely worked. All she wanted was Chrissy and the promised release. Her vision swam, her ears rang, and her tongue tasted the musky air in the room.

"Wonderful," Chrissy purred. The oxygenator retreated from her throat. A string of drool followed it. Katy Kat felt empty and desperate.

"My present." Chrissy's words were like the sweetest music to Katy's ears. Her heart throbbed and a spark of hot lust shot between her legs. "Thank you, for this present." Gurgling noises answered Chrissy. "Of course, master. She shall spread your glory, as I do."

Katy's mind spun in hot lust and confusion. She couldn't remember a single thing. All she knew was that she needed to be presentable.

Chrissy pulled Katy Kat out of the pod. Her legs were wobbly, as she stepped on the ground. The clothes Katy Kat wore wiggled. A gasp of surprise escaped her throat, as they started to crawl and move on their own.

"They are so delightful, aren't they Katy Kat? These clothes by 'Be Presentable'," Chrissy purred, the sound was so enticing for Katy's addled mind. It was the sweetest music she had ever heard. "They are now the only thing your skin will allow to cover it. But don't worry, they come in so many slutty styles. Like this dress." Katy saw how Chrissy's prestine white wriggled. It slid around her bountiful breasts and tantalizing legs. The fabric split and shifted. Her dress opened and revealed Chrissy's skin in many spots.

The sight was mesmerizing for Katy Kat, as she felt her own top squeeze her chest. Her nipples, sensitive as ever, ached and throbbed. Low moans accompanied the motion. It felt so delightful, the current of desire jolted through her, and she could barely think of anything else. Katy Kat's pussy throbbed with each motion. Her arousal increased even more, as she looked over her friend's voluptuous body.

Chrissy was gorgeous and perfect. She had an air of confidence and dominance that Katy craved. Her dark empty eyes commanded complete obedience. And Katy Kat would never think of going against Chrissy's wishes.

Her hands trembled, as she watched Chrissy step over. Her dress framed her in the perfect way. Chrissy's fingers slid over Katy Kat's arm. The trail of her touch left a line of burning desire. Katy Kat moaned in need.

"So perfect," Chrissy's hot breath caressed her neck and Katy shivered. Gurgling noises filled the air. Katy Kat understood them. "Yes, master. We obey," exhaled Chrissy.

"Ya, we obey," Katy Kat giggled as she dropped to her knees. Chrissy stood in front of her, dress open at crotch. Her lips were swollen with lust, glistening and dripping wetness down her legs.

Katy Kat pressed her hands on Chrissy's butt. A low growl of appreciation rumbled from above. She pushed her head between those glorious thighs. They closed around her, as she started to kiss along the lips. She felt her own pussy throb in delight.

The taste on Katy Kat's lips was the most delicious thing. Her tongue lapped at the juices — sweetness danced on her tongue. "Mhhh~," she groaned in revelry, licked with vigor. The hot flesh pulsed beneath her. Chrissy's relishing noises fueled her actions.

Katy Kat felt Chrissy grab her head. She pushed it against her crotch. Her tongue slipped into Chrissy. It swirled and explored the contracting cave. A deep rumble reverberated through Chrissy, the waves of her voice sent a shiver along Katy Kat's skin. The walls squeezed her tongue and wetness flooded her mouth. Katy swallowed, her tongue lapped along every surface it could reach.

"Mhhh, yes. Good slut," purred Chrissy — her hands clutched Katy Kat's hair. A low, rumbling growl escaped Katy Kat. She wanted Chrissy's praise and more of the sweet nectar.

Together their voices grew into a concert of ecstasy. Finally they cried out, bodies shaking in bliss. Rough gurgling congratulated each of them.

Katy Kat withdrew from Chrissy, her face was covered in juices, and her lips tasted deliciously of Chrissy. The aftertaste of the orgasm was a pleasant buzz on her mind.

"Thank you, master," exhaled her best friend.

"Ya, thank you, master," she repeated, as her head felt light in the afterglow. Katy Kat couldn't think straight anymore. All she felt was an intense desire to please her new master.

"We are going to make so many presents for you, master," Chrissy purred.

"Ya," she nodded along, her mind was so devoid of thoughts.

Gurgling, happy sounds echoed in Katy Kat's mind, and the promise of many presents and gifts for her master made her heart beat faster. They were perfect, she thought with her slow brain.

Chrissy pulled her to her feet and together they walked out of the room, with swaying hips and a strut in their step, both perfect presentable presents for their new master.

"What do you think, Katy Kat? We should definitely call Leah. That girl needs to be presentable~"

"Oh~ ya," Katy giggled, "She'll like totally be a super good present."

***

Leah looked at the message from Christina and Katya. She still had to find presents for them. And she knew this would be the perfect opportunity.

[galactickle]

Jealousy

James Maguire x reader

Summary: reader is jealous of james and katya, and becomes really good friends with david donnelly, but james thinks david and the reader are something more.

Masterlist

“Who is this?” Katya asks, her accent thick.

“Oh, that's just James,” Erin replies.

“You are handsome,” Katya says, “and also sexy.”

Everyone in the room was shocked by this revelation.

“Is her English not great?” Michelle asks.

Katya looks James up and down before getting up and kissing him.

The girls continued to make comments as you all watched them kiss, but you heard nothing they said. You had been secretly crushing on James for a little while, unbeknownst to your best friends, and the sight of him kissing the Ukrainian had you seeing red.

~~~

You were at Brennan's eating lunch with the gang. The girls were all fighting about something or other while you picked at your food silently, when Jenny showed up with her Ukrainian lad.

“Listen, I have a feeling Artem and a few of the others are a bit homesick,” Jenny explained, “It'd be nice for them to spend some time together. So I’m having a soiree at my place tonight. It's going to be great!”

Just then, Erin’s longtime crush and a good friend of yours, David, walks in. You were closer to David than the other girls, as your parents were friends with his.

He looks around the restaurant until he sees Jenny. “Hey, do you have the playlist for tonight then?” he shoots your group a smile and a nod.

Jenny hands him a piece of paper, “I'll need the sound system set up by 7.”

“Is your band playing at this thing?”

“Oh no, I just do a bit of DJing on the side.” he laughs and heads to order some food.

“On second thought, I think this party might be good for Katya,” Erin says to Jenny.

Just then you look up to see James and Katya making out right in the middle of the restaurant. You look down at your food in disgust, then excuse yourself to go to the washroom.

~~~

At the party, the first thing you saw when you walked in was David at his DJ stand, you waved hello to him before going to find your friends.

You mingled at the party a bit before you got tired of Erin freaking out about Katya taking James’ virginity. You found yourself hanging out with David, talking and drinking beer. David was cool and you enjoyed talking to him, it got your mind off of James for a bit… until you all heard a commotion upstairs, you followed David and the others to the stairwell, only catching the end of the argument.

“--How dare you? I am poor Ukrainian, so I must be prostitute!” Katya yells. You raise your eyebrows in shock.

Erin comes to address the crowd forming on the stairs, “Hear me out, first she comes on to James here. What would possess her?” you roll your eyes, “Financial gain, that's what!”

“He attractive boy, Erin.” Katya reasons.

“He's English, Katya.” Erin replies offhandedly.

“I have no problem with this.”

“You should,” Michelle butts in.

Erin continues yelling about the condoms in Katya's bag, and the money the Ukrainians have been giving her all evening.

“How the hell do you explain that?” Erin asks Katya in regards to the money.

“I organize, how you say it, whip round. We like to buy Jenny present to thank her for nice party.” Katya explains in her normal, but angry voice.

“Ohhh, you guys!!”Jenny replies sweetly.

Erin is left speechless, as is everyone else.

“So not only you insult me, but you've also spoiled Jenny’s surprise!” Katya adds.

“I think you should leave,” Jenny states. you sink back behind David in the crowd, not wanting to associate or even be seen by your friends. You could feel their eyes on you though, as they passed by in shame.

“You can still hang with me for the rest of the night,” David offered, you smiled slightly at him and nodded.

You spent the next little while drinking and talking, but David could tell you were a little off.

“So what’s up?”

“What do you mean?” you ask, taking a swig of your beer.

“You seem… distracted, sad even.”

“Nah, it's nothing,” you try to brush it off.

“Obviously it's not, so spill.”

“I… I.. have a wee bit of a crush on James…” you say with a pained look on your face.

David nods and hums in agreement. “So the whole Katya thing…?” he trails off.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.. that sucks, well, if it's any sentiment, he's gotta be into you too, because like every guy in Derry is into you,” He nudges you shoulder.

You laugh, “Yeah, OK.”

“It’s true!!” David chuckles.

“Okay, okay, I believe you!” you look around at the dwindling party, “Well… I should probably get going,” sigh, getting up from your spot on the floor.

“Want me to walk you home?” David offers, getting up as well.

“Yeah, I’d like that, thanks,” you smile at him as he sticks out his elbow for you to take.

The walk home is full of drunken giggles and nonsense.

When you reached your house, you turned to David to say thank you again, and, unbeknownst to you, James was looking out his window watching. He had been waiting to make sure you got home alright, after he realized you hadn't followed the group out of the party.

“Thank you,” you smiled up at David.

“No problem,” he replied, “we should hang out more.”

“I agree,” you laughed. You leant up on your tiptoes and gave him a peck on the cheek, “Goodnight, David.” With that, you turned on your heel and walked into your house, David yelling ‘goodnight’ after you.

~~~

The next couple weeks, James didn't talk to you, which you didn't mind because you had been ignoring him before anyways. Plus now you were in a good mood due to your blooming friendship with David. It’s not that you had romantic feelings for him, but you did really like him, although you would never do something to hurt Erin.

The whole friend group watched in confusion as you and David became closer friends. After a couple weeks of silence James finally blew up.

“Why are you hanging out with him?” You were at Michelle’s house, you and James were alone in the kitchen getting drinks.

“What?” you asked, genuinely confused.

“David, why do you keep hanging out with him?” James repeated.

“I don't know, he's nice and fun to be around..”

“So are we!” James countered.

“Fine. Why did you let Katya kiss you?”

“I--I..”

The girls had heard the commotion and came into the kitchen.

“What’s going on?” Erin asked.

No one said anything for a second..

“I saw Y/N kiss David Donnelley!” James exclaims. You gape at him.

“What?” The girls gasp.

“No! I didn't! I kissed him on the cheek-- which is a totally different thing! I was just saying thank you for walking me home!”

“How could you Y/N?” Orla asks, cradling Erin's head.

You shake your head, then turn and leave. James follows you outside, “So what? You're just gonna leave?”

“Yeah! Well, it doesn't feel like I’m welcomed there anymore!” you yell back, exasperated.

“Y/N!” you could hear a change in tone in James’ voice, was that desperation? “Wait! I've been a dick, I’m so sorry!”

You slowly turn towards him, “Yeah, you have been.”

“I’m sorry I just.. didn't like seeing you with him,” James reveals.

“How do you think I felt about Katya?” you say quietly.

James looks at you, confused, for a moment, “Wait-- you mean?” you nod in a response, smiling crookedly.

James runs forward, enveloping you in a hug, “I’m so sorry,” he whispers in your shoulder.

“Me too.” And your lips collide in the most beautiful kiss either of you have ever experienced

[sunlit6279]

what kind of music do you think the arcane characters would listen to? asking because you seem like a chill dude

First off, anon what’s your opinion on marriage? Hey, anon, what’s your ring size? Secondly 😃 and for reals this time, this is a brilliant ask, I’ll happily take up on your request

But just fyi, I’m BIG into popculture. AND gen z (don’t throw tomatoes at me omg) so maybe you can imagine what kind of music I listen to 😭 but I also like to think that my playlist can be quite diverse. But idk we might still have a very different music taste soooo eh. Yeah idk just wanted to put a ⚠️disclaimer⚠️ here I guess so that y’all don’t come and bash me because it’s literally music and I just saw an opportunity to yap so I’m doing this 😭🎀 Simply put, this is for funsiesss hope you get a laugh?

⚠️a few more disclaimers; not proofread, I was a bit too invested in this (and crazy), I took the modern AU approach!⚠️ So anyways all of this to finally say; I’m starting with our favorite hot-headed lesbian,

Vi

YOU KNOW she’s screaming from the top of her lungs singing this! Oh and imagine this! rookie Rockstar!Vi covering this song in front of an audience, probably during a school festival or something and the crowd goes crazy. Her beloved girlfriend Caitlin is in the crowd. But do you know who else in the crowd? Right next to Caitlin? Maddie. Violet knows what has been going on during their break, and this is a message directed to her. Maddie was trying hard to seduce Caitlin to get her for herself. But she notices quickly all of this was in vain when her “date” next to her is headbanging and genuinely smiling ear to ear for the first time in her presence. When the song ends, Vi spits cocky: “Get your ass out here. Caitlin’s mine.” Her band roars proudly in response 😎

AND YOU KNOW that Vi switched to she/her pronouns to make Caitlin know that she meant her and only her.

OR, YOU KNOW that Vi and Caitlin went to Paramore’s concert when they performed this song for the last time ever and they were having a blast and making out to this song for sure! ☺️ Vi was fired up and Caitlin loved every second of it.

Viktor

The slowed version because that’s just the typa person Vik is 🙂‍↕️ (pls ignore the image used for the song lmfao) But either way. Hear me out, okay? This was a suggestion from Jayce (so no I’m not at fault here! 🙂‍↔️). And yes, Viktor’s response was just as anyone expected: He raised his brow when he looked back at his lab partner. “You’re kidding?”

Panicky, Jayce flapped his hands to ease Viktor’s annoyance. “I hear this song everywhere and it always makes me think of you…! It’s not what I usually listen to but it gets into your brain before you know it. I genuinely thought you’d like it just a little bit. I mean… won’t you give it a listen?”

“Yeah, wrong guy, Jayce.” Jayce nodded quickly and accepted his fate. “Yeah, okay, I know this was dumb of me.”

Viktor didn’t add a word and continued his research back in his corner. Jayce grimaced, cursing at himself. “I-I’ll leave you to it, then. Text me when you’re home.”

The moment Viktor heard the door shut behind him, he sighed. He tucked his hair strings behind his ear and got back to work.

Much later, he noticed his tension grew bigger. He wasn’t being on task at all. Jayce was right. The short snippet he showed Viktor was already stuck in his head. He tried hard not to succumb to the temptation, trying to prove the air in the room that he wasn’t already a little bit hooked. Whether he’d listen to the full song and like it or not.

He looked at the time and smacked his lips. Jayce might be worried at this exact moment but Viktor felt like he couldn’t leave just now. He “barely made any progress”, he thought. He took a big breath and ran his hands over his hair. “I need a break.” He leaned over the counter to feel more relaxed and grabbed his phone in his pockets to surf the internet. But he had to take a double take when he realized he was in fact on his music app and not on social media. Already tapping the search bar. Viktor furrowed his eyebrows, aggravated by himself.

“Tsk.” He typed the lyrics he understood reluctantly, hoping that was enough for the engine to recognize what he meant. Luckily, it did. He let the song play in the background while he finally did what he intended to do with his phone: Surf the internet. When he was done with his break, he let it play on a loop “unknowingly”. He told himself he was too busy to risk and touch his phone now. That would interrupt his flow, he said.

Needless to say, it didn’t take long until he was swaying his body and snapping his fingers to the beat contently while he continued his research.

(and you KNOWWWWW he’s feeling cvnty the more he listens to the song, Jayce absolutely loves seeing that side of Vik, too!) (Jayce asked him once, “oh so what does it mean?” Vik responded with, “you wouldn’t understand”)

Mel

My woman. Oh how much I love her. Come on, we’ve been knowing she’d listen to lots of Beyoncé. She mostly listens to this when she’s already on a high and it’s physically impossible to hold her back. Usually it’s Elora next to her, sitting on the couch inside the karaoke room, holding her own microphone tight to her chest, absolutely fascinated by the performance she’s witnessing. Elora knows that her best friend can be a bit of a dork sometimes, but it amazes her every time anyways when it happens. But she doesn’t stay starstruck for too long, when Mel pulls her in to join her performance. They both rap Jay-Z’s part together, afterwards exchanging verses, Elora filling on the adlibs, the high notes, while Mel is grinding on her to make them both feel something. Hairs are being swung, physical space is non-existent and laughter filling the room 🥹❤️❤️ ugh I LOVE girls being silly together!!!! (I genuinely love what they have here!!! I love gays girls!!!! I love happy Mel!!!!!)

(oh and imagine Mel in a white y2k outfit that gives BEYONCÉ and her loose hair is POPPING. see how much she’s glowing?)

Ekko

YOU KNOWWWWW Ekko’s a huge fan of Kendrick since FOREVER (and is gobbling up his new album yupyup 🙂‍↕️) and went absolutely feral this summer when this song dropped and cheered when he knew he was on the winner’s side. Ekko is a complete music nerd and will tell you every reference and metaphor of this song alone. Powder asked him ONCE (1) about the rap battle between Kenny and Drake and got info dumped within 0.000000001s :))) She loved it. Hearing him sing makes her want to move her body with him. She knows Ekko isn’t really the type to sing in front of people so when he gets all hyped up and shows this side of him she feels special.

There’s a chance they did a TikTok together too… 🌝 but it might be in the drafts oops

(by now, he fully memorized the whole song 🙂🙂)

Claggor

Yup. Him. The man. I know it’s random but I can’t get him out of my head,, So this is more like a self-indulgent bonus. You’re welcome! xx

BUT IMAGINE! He was sent to make the dishes and he was soooooo not feeling it at first until he bit through it and listened to music to make him feel a bit more motivated. When this started to play he was LOCKED. IN. He did the whole “imagining he’s in an edit” kinda thing, jumping in place, flexing his muscle at literally no one at all, singing some verses aloud because he was so into it. Which he rarely does. Claggor is not a singer. Maybe a shower singer but everyone at home quickly shrugs it off, because honestly, who hasn’t done it before? But imagine his surprise when he sensed someone next to him, slowly handing him a plate.

“Uh—”

Vander pulled a face. “Wanna talk about it?”

Claggor simply shook his head awkwardly.

Ugh 😩 you guys I love him so much??? I hate men but I would let him in my bed (/hj)

no but in all seriousness, I can’t really tell why I chose this song but it just felt right? I imagine Claggor to be this cool, chill guy and genuinely funny to be around

and this song (among many others ofc) just oozes that vibe

[starcunin]

@silvertiefling sent: ❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

Hunting tonight had been… messy. Not that he’s opposed to a bit of bloodshed, but the chaos——oh, the chaos——could’ve been handled better. He can still taste the coppery tang of blood on his tongue, warm from the fresh kill, though the metallic satisfaction does little to soothe the irritation gnawing at the back of his mind. He’d moved too fast, or perhaps too soon, and if it hadn’t been for the ferocious snarl behind him——and a well-timed lunge from Katya——he might’ve ended up skewered by some back-alley fool with a blessed silver dagger. And now she is watching him, no doubt piecing together a clever little insult in that sharp-tongued way of hers.

His dagger stills, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, even before she opens hers. He knows what’s coming. He can feel it, that curious mix of exasperation and amusement, coiled like a wolf’s snarl behind her teeth. Then her voice, low and edged with the usual bite: “How can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time?”

Astarion lets out a soft, breathy laugh——more amusement than real mirth——and raises an elegant brow as he sheathes the dagger with a practiced flick of his wrist. The familiar jibe doesn’t rattle him; it never does. If anything, it’s become part of their strange, twisted rhythm, this peculiar dance between monster and monster. Keeping secrets, keeping distance——except when they aren’t. His crimson gaze flickers toward her, lingering on the shape of her horns, the way the silver light carves shadows into the planes of her face. She’s got that look again, the one that suggests she’s three seconds from ripping someone’s throat out, and it makes his grin widen.

❛ Ah, darling, ❜ he drawls, his voice thick with false sweetness, like poisoned honey, ❛ isn’t that the riddle of the ages? Though I prefer to think of it as a charming paradox. Keeps people on their toes. ❜ He shifts slightly, stretching with a feline languor, though the tension in his shoulders betrays him. A hunter should never miscalculate. He had. He hates that she saw it, but he’ll die——again——before he admits it outright. Still, her pointed words hang in the air, undeniable as the stars above.

❛ Well, I mean, ❜ he adds, lifting his chin in an arrogant tilt, ❛ if you’d care to enlighten me, I’m all ears. Surely, you must have some sage advice, hiding there beneath the fur and fangs. ❜ His eyes gleam, wicked and teasing. ❛ Or perhaps you simply enjoy saving me from time to time? I could almost get used to it. ❜

[tanoraqui]

The thing about the recent Goncharov resurgence is that imo people are reading way too much into the symbolism! It was a famously troubled production- the anecdote about Jean-Luc Godard ringing Matteo JWHJ0715 just to laugh down the phone and then hang up is probably untrue, but trotted in every New Wave cinema tell-all book nevertheless- and they were almost 20 million over budget. No wonder the dress in Katya’s dream sequence is reused by Sofia in the balcony scene, and appears on a shop window in Naples. They had to save any dollar they had left!

Replying to this SO late, but: ok a) symbolism is in interpretation, which means it's the audience's contribution more than the creator's, which means there's no such thing as "reading way too much into it."

Also, yeah yeah they were over budget but who isn't amiright. I DO believe the anecdote about how much they had to bribe every single soldier along the Berlin Wall in order to do all that shooting on location.

And c, they make the budget-necessitated symbolism WORK, okay! Katya dreams about the dress because Sofia wears the dress because the dress symbolizes the freedom she could have had if she'd left with Sofia then, and Katya knows that! So when she sees it in the shop window toward the end, it's still out there but it's too late, it's behind glass and she doesn't have time to stop, because she has to go kill her husband and continue the cycle of revenge... UNLESS you subscribe to the Katya Lives theory (10/10 I agree), wherein that specific dress is still probably out of reach, but maybe she can reach "New York in the fall" like Sofia said!

Constrictions create great art, basically. Imagine how much better some modern movies would be if they DIDN'T have billions of dollars to lean on, rather than, like, good writing and acting.

[lilobsession]

Trixya fanfiction. F/F

1,890 words (friends to lovers, deep connection, intimacy, fluff, funny).

Caution: mention of alcohol use (very slightly, as a matter of fact, it happened already) and smoking.

Summary: Trixie’s head is spinning, and not just from the drinks. Tonight, everything is supposed to change - but instead, she’s stumbling through a blur of voices, faces, and a growing sense of panic. When she finally finds her girlfriend, Katya, in the quiet of the backyard, the last thing she expects is for everything to suddenly click into place.

Trixie’s walking is unstable. Her mind? Worse. Because tonight isn’t just any party. It’s the night she was supposed to tell them. Them – her friends, her family, her whole goddamn world. But now they’re all staring at her like they already know. Every drag queen she knows at this party is acting weird. It feels like her whole small world tightened to strangle her. She’s lost, and she just wants someone to tell her what’s wrong. That’s how she ended up here. In this never-ending corridor she can’t seem to escape. Family photos in the frames on the walls are a complete blur, except for the big-ass smiles she can see on the faces she cannot recognize right now. It was the moment she decided—no more alcohol in this lifetime. But now, she is crawling through the crowd at the party she was invited to as her girlfriend's "bring a friend with you." Damn it.

Her chest tightens. She can feel eyes on her, even though she can’t tell where they’re coming from. Every voice, every laugh, cuts through her, like she’s drowning in it. Like they are judging her, not only for being that drunk but also for having been that stupid to push back her friend for years. And now she can't even yell, "Look, we finally got there! She is mine!" So, she is still officially a stupid ass for her friends and the villain of this one-way love story they were developing. Plot twist, suckers. Except everybody acts like they know something she doesn't, too.

Where is Katya? She needs to find Katya. Katya is going to fix this. She fixes everything, every time, no matter how hard Trixie fucked up. It's funny everybody thinks that her girlfriend is the troubled one. Well, objectively—yes. That's probably why she deals with Trixie's and her own emotions so well and doesn't panic. Meanwhile, Trixie has panic attacks on a regular basis. She swears she’ll have a panic attack any minute if she doesn’t find Katya. Focus. Focus on the road. Who let Katya disappear like this?

She knows Katya left her with their friends, convinced of Trixie's absolute safety, but it's been ten whole minutes since she was gone. Too much. Her hands start to shake. Her vision blurs. She can't deal with this right now. Even though she knows she is overreacting, her dizziness makes her feel helpless and lonelier than usual. Anyway, there must be a door to the backyard. She tries hard to think clearly, and it makes her headache worse. Okay. Backyard. In the backyard must be her girl.

Trixie is in the middle of a kitchen full of unknown figures. Everybody's so goddamn bright and colorful. She takes her time to see through them, to finally catch a door in her side-eye. She doesn't bother pushing people out of her way; they don't even seem to care. They keep talking, too loud for Trixie's taste. The second she reaches the door, she jumps out in excitement at the fresh air. The sudden change in temperature sends shock signals straight to her brain, immediately sobering her a little bit.

She spots a flash of red leather at the far end of the yard. She heads there, snuggling into her coat. She hopes it's her coat. She has no idea. It was on the couch, and she thought she might need it later. Katya is a smoker, and she disappeared. Simple math, right?

The backyard is almost empty. Or maybe it’s just the dark of the night playing tricks on her. But there’s Katya – just Katya. It makes her think about the recent article she read. It said stars would be incredibly visible on this exact night. She is curious, but unfortunately, she can't check. Turning her head up might be the death of her. The world is spinning and shit. At this point, she would lose her gravity—the thought alone makes her nauseous.

Katya is smoking. Her eyes focus on Trixie the moment she opens the door, following her walk with caution, like she is holding herself back from running with open arms toward her. Trixie can see Katya's arms flick with every step she's taking. She almost chuckles at how she must look to people around her.

"Jeez, slow down, princess." Katya's face lights up with a smile that reminds Trixie of the cat's smile from Alice in Wonderland—like she is observing the funniest and cutest little thing she's ever seen.

Trixie smiles proudly. That's her girlfriend, and she likes Trixie. Very, very much. Not like her friend, but like her lover. They did it. Gosh, they really did it. She reaches out to her girlfriend, making the last steps toward her. Katya's hands catch her halfway through, preventing her from falling. Trixie's head falls on Katya's shoulder. She inhales loudly. Katya smells like cigarettes, like her muscular but sweet perfume, like her mint shampoo. And she can't help but sink deeper into the red leather, fully losing herself in that sensation. Katya's silence and hands around her waist don't help either. She wishes she could stay in that feeling of Katya forever.

"Have you done smoking?" Trixie asks, mumbling into Katya's shoulder.

"Just one more minute, baby. I'll take you home after," Katya answers in a raspy voice. Her hold tightens on Trixie's waist.

Trixie straightens herself but keeps the short distance. Katya's eyes follow her again, now watching her reach out for the cigarette between her fingers. Katya is surprised by the move but doesn't show it, almost helping Trixie place the cigarette into her own fingers. But that's not what Trixie wants. Instead, Trixie firmly grasps Katya's wrist. Their eyes lock together as Trixie inhales a smoke from the tiny remainder of the cigarette Katya's been smoking. Katya's fingers are dangerously close to Trixie's lips. She exhales into the sky, barely focusing on the stars spreading before her vision. Yeah. Bright, as she thought.

She smiles frankly, her eyes back on Katya's, who seems deeply in her own head. Still observing her.

“Thanks, babe.” Trixie says, her voice teasing. She knows damn well there’s nothing left for Katya to smoke.

Before Katya could answer, Trixie leans in for a quick kiss. She wants to touch and touch and touch. She pulls away with a loud smack, watching Katya's lips form a grin. All the sensations sharpened by alcohol in her body, and she can't help but lean into a hug again. Closer, tighter. She wants to smell Katya, feel Katya, love Katya.

Her sweet dreams are interrupted by Katya's uncontrollable wheezing. She laughs with her whole body, and Trixie immediately distances herself.

"I mean, I know I can be a little too much sometimes, but have you seen yourself?" she starts softly. Katya's joy seems to level up at this sentence, so Trixie follows up with offense: "Sorry I can't stay away from you, but can you stop laughing at me? Oh my God."

"You won't believe how drunk you were," Katya finally answers, wiping tears from the corners of her blue eyes.

Katya distances herself even more, letting Trixie's waist out of her grip. It confuses Trixie. What is going on? She might get really offended if not for yesterday. Yesterday was very real, and there is no way her feelings are one-sided. There is no way Katya would make her believe that ever again. Trixie might be the one who pushed Katya away from the very beginning, but Katya is the one who hid her real desires for a long time. She had a reason, though, and Trixie will never forgive herself for it—even if Katya already did.

Trixie rolls her eyes, leaning into Katya’s ear. "Don't play with me, Katya. I might be drunk, but I can still see through you. Hug me, or I swear to God..." She doesn't finish. She is pretty sure she just heard somebody coughing in the back. The realization hits her. "Oh my God, are they all here?"

Katya scratches her nose awkwardly, trying to hide her smile. She just nods. Trixie's eyes widen. She can feel an "Oh, there ain’t no other way!" joke on the tip of her tongue. She used to laugh out every situationship they had, and they are not coming back. Besides, they probably heard and saw enough. Besides, Trixie doesn't care. Besides, Katya was the one who wanted to tell their friends straight away, but Trixie asked to wait until they finished their project together. "Don't date your colleague" type of bullshit she cared for. It was something she used to be afraid of – letting everyone see just how much she cared, just how long it took her to stop running. But that fear died the second they got together, replaced by something softer, steadier: trust in Katya.

She whines – too many thoughts. She feels even more lightheaded than a second ago.

"Katya," she simply says, softly. "Take me home." Even softer. "I can't deal with it today." Defeated.

Katya giggles, and Trixie can feel herself smiling, too. Katya finally takes hold of her hand and starts to guide her to the door. As she turns to the front of the yard, Trixie can see probably all their friends standing there with the naughtiest and most mysterious smiles on their faces. She whines loudly, seeing every fucking friend of theirs who was at the party—now in the backyard. How lucky are they? Jeez.

The crowd seems to unfreeze, like they weren't allowed to be noisy, like they came here just to watch a scene in silence, to watch girls being madly in love with each other. And then they suddenly are alive again, mumbling loudly about something that Trixie cannot hear. Too many voices covering each other. She is confused and might be drunk, but she can clearly see some people high-fiving. She can see Bianca giving five dollars to Bob. Jinkx smiling at them like she saw that coming. Wait. Stop. Money? Did they bet on them? She frowns, looking for the answer in Katya's reaction. Katya’s smile is a little too knowing, like she was in on some joke Trixie hadn’t caught up to yet. It tells her she is the only one who didn't know about this whole thing of why-is-nobody-actually-surprised.

“I mean, duh!” Bianca cheers them with a bear. “Please don’t fuck each other like that in public ever again. We’ve seen it before, and it’s getting worse every day.” Regardless of what she is saying, her voice and eyes stay gentle the whole time.

Everybody’s giggling, and that’s the puzzle-pieces-made-a-picture moment for her. Their weird behavior finally makes sense. She tells Katya with her eyes only that Katya is in trouble for that. And Katya answers her with a wide smile. Katya feels so happy. So happy, she is glowing like the stars in the night sky Trixie observed earlier. She can't help but feel pure happiness, too. Maybe Katya always knew it would end like this—with everyone watching, with no fear left to hide. And maybe Trixie’s just realizing now that she was always ready, too.

Hi, balds! I’m Jules, and I really hope you enjoyed this small piece of my craft.

⋆ I’m considering turning it into a full-length story, so please let me know if you’d be interested in that! ⋆

You can find me and this work on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/LilObsession/pseuds/LilObsession

[senditcolton]

I Get to Love You

Thigh squeezes. Reaching over and resting your hand on their outer thigh, perhaps giving a gentle squeeze. Feeling their eyes on you as they try to decipher your motives. Whether the touch is teasing, loving, reassuring, or just for fun.

summary: attending Kevin Hayes wedding with your fiance Brady has you thinking about your upcoming one song inspo: i get to love you by ruelle word count: 0.6k warnings: none! requested by @pyotrkochetkov Disclaimer: Reading/creating content for married players isn’t for everyone. Please don’t read if you don’t vibe with it, but don’t attack me or others!

The breeze blowing in from the ocean was a pleasant sensation against your skin. You sit in your designated white wooden folding chair on the large patio, the scent of flowers filling your nostrils. The gentle music floats above you as you watch the adorable parade of kids making their way to the altar. You shoot a quick glance back at Kevin, rocking on his heels, his eyes trained at the end of the aisle.

“Kev looks like he’s about to cry already,” you whisper to Brady, sitting next to you.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Brady questions, his eyes turning to look towards his friend.

“Of course it is,” you lightly giggle. “Which reminds me; if you don’t shed a single tear during our wedding, I might have to call the whole thing off.”

The teasing in your voice is evident, that mischievous smirk on your face as you look back at your fiancé. Brady shares your grin, leaning in to place a quick kiss on your lips.

“If that’s the case, then I promise I will be a sobbing wreck. And if I’m not, you can subtly kick me in the shins until I start crying.”

Another gentle laugh escapes you and you press a kiss onto his lips. The music swells and you see the officiant lift their hands – an indication for you to stand. You do, angling your body towards the entrance of the aisle. Brady’s hands come to rest on your hips, his need for physical touch making you smile.

You watch as Katya makes her way down the aisle, holding the elegant bouquet of white florals, the material of her dress dancing in the breeze. You sneak another glance towards Kevin and you look just in time to see him wipe a tear away. Katya makes it to the altar, kissing her father on the cheek and handing off the bouquet to her maid of the honor before taking Kevin’s hands in hers. Once everyone has settled back down into their seats, you listen intently to the exchanging of vows, the smile never leaving your face.

There was something magical about weddings – an entire day devoted to celebrating love. They were one of your favorite events to attend and you loved every second of them: the ceremony, the first dance, the reception. But your favorite part was the vows. Listening to two people profess their love for each other in front of friends and family was beautiful, especially when it always looked like the couple was in their own world. Just the two of them – no one else around.

You smile as you see Kevin and Katya seemingly caught up in their own perfect bubble.

A hand landing on the top of your thigh pulls your attention away from the bride and groom and towards your soon-to-be-husband. Brady looks at you with a soft smile on his face, his strong grip gently squeezing the flesh of your upper thigh, his thumb running over the silken fabric resting there.

You understood the action – one that could have many different intentions driving it – was one of excitement and love. You grin back at him, your head coming to rest naturally against his shoulder. Brady presses a kiss into the crown of your head and you hear his gentle voice whispering into your hair.

“Only three more months. Then that’s going to be us up there.”

Your smile grows, your left hand coming up to rest on top of his. Your engagement ring catches the sunlight, sparkling like an exclamation to the end of Brady’s statement. You lift your head, resting your chin onto his shoulder, watching as Brady turns to stare into your eyes.

“Three months can’t come fast enough,” you whisper. Brady smiles, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to your lips before you both turn your attention back to Kevin and Katya.

Weddings were magical. And you knew in your heart that yours and Brady’s wedding would be the most enchanting of them all. You couldn’t wait for that day.

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[another-heroine]

Friends to lovers for Katya & Lann ❤️: 10. getting physically close during the denial phase. IMAGINE KISSING AND FREAKING OUT SAYING, "friends... kiss. right?"

friends to lovers heart fluttering moments

Another episode of IT TOOK ME FOREVER BUT THERE WE GO

CW: Act 4 Quests, Angel Path

Lann acknowledged his limitations. Not in front of Daeran, of course, but deep down in his soul, where his weaknesses should be. For example, there were a lot of words he had no idea what they mean: mellifluous, eidetic, tintinnabulation, and so on. But at least he knew what boundaries were.

Something that Nenio apparently chose to ignore every single day.

They were back to the Nexus, after the last stroll in the Abyss has taken its toll from the team. He stood further from the fire, taking care of his bow and making more arrows. It was late and many already had said they good-nights and went off sleep.

Then he listened to a familiar giggle, one he hasn't heard since Galfrey sent them to that ominous place.

"She what!?" Seelah couldn’t believe that. Her whisper was a little bit higher than she expected.

"I know, right." Ekaterina nodded. "She simply asked me to take off my clothes because, by her research, some friends do that!"

"Oh Nenio." The paladin wiped her face. "What she gonna ask next?"

"I'd rather not to think about it." The Commander grimaced.

Lann frowned. What that nutty fox was doing? He overheard she abording some of the Nexus' people early, but had no idea what was going on. She was too unpredicable. Like when she asked him to take off his clothes because she wanted to make an anatomic drawing of a mongrel.

The monk scratched his chin, nervously. He would never understand.

"Then I explained her that not every friend do those things," the druid told, like she was talking about a toddler. "Kissing and sleeping together many times are related to partners."

"Do you think she really understood?" Seelah asked and laughed afterwards, when the Commander shook her head.

Lann frowned, trying to focus on the arrows. Uplanders were curious, too. Instead of giving rats or pelts to their significant other, they used to give flowers, chocolates and wine.

And about the kissing part... Nobody among the neathlanders were familiar to that. He recalled poorly his parents' relationship, his father was not fond to show physical affection, but his mother was, always hugging them, tucking their hair and kissing their foreheads.

"Hey, how are you doing?"

Ekaterina approached, bringing him to the present.

She sat next to him, sorting the materials he was using. Lann always made a mess while was creating anything. It was good to have someone tidy around.

"Almost done," he lied. The mongrel got distracted eavesdropping her conversation about Nenio and her experiments.

"I'm not talking about the arrows, you know?"

He stopped and glanced at her. She was serene, observing him with a subtly smile.

Oh, if a look could kill, that one could lift any curses he ever had.

She has found him at the Bad Luck Tavern after their encounter with Savamelekh. He would be lying if say he remembered exactly what they talked about, but the feeling that she also cared about him lingered.

"I'm getting better." He nodded. "I... still feel ashamed for making you worry, but hopefully I'll recover from that too."

The woman hummed, "Glad to hear it."

His throat was dry. Lann muttered, "Also, if you need anything, I’m all ears."

"Oh, not at all. I... just want to make you some company." Her eyes darted to the floor. "This place is oddly cold. And empty. Even I'm feeling uncomfortable with it."

Lann took a deep breath and put his bow aside.

"I told you that I will fight for you until the end, right?"

The aasimar looked at him, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

He had no idea either. But he wanted to say something epic, breathtaking, romantic. Like those cheap novel books in Mendev.

"Well," he cleaned the throat. "Keep you safe from the cold and the emptiness are also part of my goal."

First, she looked at him up and down. Then she arched a brow. "Do you wanna sleep with me?"

Uh, oh, Nenio, there was your biggest rival. Lann felt both warm and cold blood abandoning his face.

"No! I mean, err, yes? But not like, uh..." His hands waved in the air, like he was trying to weave the time-space and come back to the moment when his mouth was pretty shut.

Ekaterina covered her mouth, muting her laughter. "Calm down, I’m joking with you. Though I don’t have any objections."

Lann looked at her in panic. Was that an invite or a joke? She leaned her forehead on his, and the mongrel couldn’t take off his attentive eyes of her. They have never been that close until that very moment.

"Friends kiss... right?" The words tripped.

"You tell me."

Lann felt her lips pressing against his, and like a magical trickery, she found her way in.

[marchandarchive]

Mine Once (Kuzan x Ekaterina)

Flashback – Years Ago, Marine HQ

Ekaterina was halfway through scolding a junior officer over a missing shipment of rations when she felt it—that presence behind her. Tall. Lazily radiating power like heat off sun-warmed stone. She didn’t have to turn around to know it was him.

“Kuzan,” she said flatly, not looking up from the report. “I’m working.”

A beat. “I noticed,” he said, his voice slow and dry like melting ice. “Real impressive, Katya.”

She finally looked at him over the rim of her glasses. He was lounging in the doorway with his coat slung over one shoulder, sunglasses pushed up into his curls, watching her with half-lidded eyes.

Then he said it. “That pencil skirt should be a war crime, though.”

Her pen froze. “…Excuse me?”

He shrugged, utterly unfazed. “Just calling it like I see it.” A pause. “You’re the type I like… sharp tongue, long legs, nice—” he gave the most infuriatingly vague hand gesture across his chest, “bazonkas.”

There was a pause. A silence thick with offense. 

And then—

Smack!

A rolled-up report hit him square in the chest.

“KUZAN!”

He caught it, chuckling. “What? Just being honest.”

She stood, all graceful fury and precision, tugging her blouse back into place and straightening her skirt.

“You absolute menace. I should dock your pay.”

“You won’t,” he said, already turning away.

“Why not?” she snapped.

“Because I’m the only one who can make you laugh during budget season.”

And damn it—she hated that he was right. Still fuming, still pink in the cheeks, she muttered under her breath: “…Kuzu.”

He stopped, just for a moment, then looked over his shoulder with a small grin. “Hmm? Kuzu?”

“Lamb,” she said with mock sweetness, meeting his gaze. “In a foreign language. Very soft. Very gentle. Utterly harmless.”

He gave a slow, amused blink. “You calling me soft, Katya?”

“No,” she said. “I’m calling you mine.”

And then she sat back down, refusing to look as he chuckled all the way down the hallway.

Present Day – Aboard the Blackbeard Pirates' Ship

The night was quiet, broken only by the slosh of water against the hull and the distant snore of some drunk crewmate below deck. Kuzan leaned over the railing, bottle hanging loosely from his fingers, the chilled wind brushing across the raw, scarred half of his neck.

The sea stretched out before him, black and endless. 

His breath fogged in front of him despite the warmth of the island they'd left behind. Old habit. Old curse.

And from nowhere, the memory hit him—sharp, sudden, vivid.

“Kuzu.”

Her voice. Sharp as her intellect, warm as her hands when they smoothed down the collar of his coat in that quiet, automatic way she always did when no one was looking.

“Lamb, in a foreign tongue.”

He had laughed, once. A real laugh. Low, surprised. “You calling me soft?”

“No. I’m calling you mine.”

That was the thing. It had felt true back then.

She’d never needed a sword. Never flinched from fire. Her way of killing had been subtler—starving empires from the inside, bleeding warlords dry with spreadsheets and cold logic. He remembered how she would turn her back on admirals mid-sentence when they underestimated her, and how they’d quietly respect her for it.

He remembered the silver snowflake necklace too.

He wondered if she still wore it.

And if she’d stopped calling him Kuzum—my lamb—after Ohara, or if she waited until after the scars came.

Or after he chose the dark.

Another swig from the bottle. It didn’t burn. Nothing did anymore.

"Still soft?" he muttered under his breath to the empty sea, mockingly, bitterly.

No one answered.

She wouldn’t have, either. She’d just give him that withering, unreadable look. And he’d feel it deep, somewhere she still had keys to.

Maybe he was never really hers.

Maybe she was the last good thing that called him mine.

A Northern Port Town – A few weeks later

Snow drifted lazily down from a soft gray sky, blanketing the rooftops and cobbled streets in a hush. Ekaterina stood near the edge of a crowded dockyard square, her expression unreadable beneath the sharp line of her coat collar. A clipboard in one hand, a sharp directive in the other—Cross Guild business, no doubt. Efficient. Immaculate. Intimidating.

She was speaking to a merchant, her words clipped but courteous. The man nodded eagerly, sweating despite the chill.

From a rooftop across the square, hidden behind a sloped chimney, Kuzan watched.

A heavy scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face, his eyes tracking every minute movement—his gaze sharp, yet distant. Detached.

But when she turned slightly, just enough to let the collar of her coat slip a bit—

His eye caught it.

That silver snowflake, small and delicate, still resting at her throat. The same one he’d given her years ago during a winter assignment near Ohara—before everything had burned and drowned and shattered.

She still wore it.

All this time.

His breath caught in his throat, visible in the cold. He said nothing.

She paused, mid-sentence. Her pen hovered over the clipboard. Her brows furrowed faintly. She turned her head… slowly, subtly. Eyes scanning the square like she’d caught something just out of view.

A tension in the air. A shadow. A chill that didn’t belong to the weather.

But there was no one. Only the city moving around her—no figure standing out, no man in a marine coat or a black scarf watching from the rooftops.

Her hand rose unconsciously, brushing the edge of the snowflake at her neck. Her fingers lingered.

Kuzan didn’t move. Didn’t call out. His heart twisted quietly behind his scarred chest, something unspoken curling into the corners of his mouth. Not quite a smile.

Just the ache of what was once his name on her lips.

“Kuzum.”

He stepped back from the edge and disappeared with the falling snow.

[kikiiswashere]

Children of Zaun Mini-Chapter

Chapter 29.5 - Where does Katya go after leaving Viktor Friday night? And an answer to who that lanky someone was that Viktor saw at the end of the chapter.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Silco x Katya, Sevika x Nasha, everyone x horniness

Chapter 29

After a beat, Katya wiped her hands on the rag hung over the kitchen faucet before stalking over to her coat, hung on the peg by the door. Surprised, Viktor looked up as she whipped the garment around herself.

“What are you – “

“I need to go take care of something,” she answered, shaking the collar out around her head. “If I am not back before nine, get ready for bed. Yes?” He nodded slowly. “Good. I love you. I’ll be back soon. Do not open the door for anyone.”

Viktor’s brow crumpled as she whisked out of their home.

Katya strode purposefully in the direction of The Last Drop, surprising annoyance simmering in her belly. She knew Viktor was terribly bored, but she wished he would just settle. She was worried about Enforcers. She was also worried about a well-meaning Brother or Sister outing her.

She had meant what she had told Silco the night prior: That she wanted to keep Viktor at arms-length from what was happening in the Undercity – in Zaun – until they were on the cusp of independence. When he would no longer be in danger because of her involvement.

But there was a darker something slithering just behind that altruistic motivation. Something Katya was afraid to fully look at.

She pulled her coat tighter around her waist and pressed on.

Trenchers defiantly stepped passed Enforcers, their shoulders pulled back, chests puffed up, unwilling to let Topside claim any more of their energy. If they wanted to go out on the town, they would. And performative threats were not going to stop them. Katya was grateful for the extra bodies. She was less likely to be singled out by an uppity Enforcer. Easier to melt back into the masses, and become one with her people.

Being Friday night, The Last Drop was busy. Patrons at every table, booth, and barstool. Some leaned against walls, drink in hand, waiting for someone to vacate their seat. A large group was huddled around the billards table, laughing and egging each other on. Tolder was stationed at his usual table, his cards spread between him and his victims for the evening. Sevika was nowhere to be found. Annie flitted effortlessly between the tables and customers, beaming bright.

Katya felt herself warm from the inside out at the sight. A few Children noticed her come in, and raised their glasses in greeting. The warmth bloomed bigger, a smile spreading across her face. She nodded back at them before making her way to the bar.

As usual, Vander was behind it; Silco and Benzo seated on stools in front of him, lit cigarettes dangling from their fingers. Silco and Vander were discussing something, their heads tipped toward the other. Benzo’s eyes lazily drifted around the bar before landing on Katya. She saw his lips move, a playful lilt forming on them. At once, Silco spun around. Vander stood up and his face dropped, his expression unreadable before morphing carefully into one of practiced politeness.

Silco looked at her, eyebrows curling up to his hairline; unsure if he should be worried or excited by her unexpected appearance. Relief swept through him when she smiled. He reached for her, and when she was close enough Katya took his hand. Like comet, she easily slid into the orbit of his body.

“Thought you couldn’ get away on Fridays,” Vander noted breezily. He began futzing with the taps. Ignoring how Silco’s hand wrapped around her waist, tugging her closer.

“Is everything alright?” Silco asked, his hand sweeping up and down her side.

“Yes, everything is fine. And I cannot stay long. I came to ask a favor.”

She looked at each of the men.

“What’d’ya need, Lass?” Benzo asked, taking a pull from his cigarette.

“Viktor wants to go to Augmentation Alley’s scrap yard tomorrow to look for materials for one of his classes. He’s been cooped up inside for the past few weekends, and I feel badly about it. I want to be able to take him, but I am concerned about Enforcers. Or getting him caught up in some kind of skirmish.” She sighed, “Would one of you be able and willing to tail us tomorrow? Keep a distance so he does not see you, but close enough to provide warning if someone is coming our way?”

“Yeah, I can do it,” Silco said. “I don’t have to be at the mines ‘til late. You and your brother would head home before supper, I take it.”

Kat nodded, tension in her shoulders melting down. She kissed his temple, and Silco hid his pleased expression behind a veil of cigarette smoke.

“Wish I could help,” Benzo replied, “but I gotta be at the shop tomorrow.”

“’N I’ll need to straighten and prep fer tomorrow night,” Vander mumbled, gathering Silco and Benzo’s empty glasses.

“That’s alright. One should be enough, I think. I hope.”

“It’ll be fine,” Silco assured.

Kat gave him a grateful smile, and told him what time she was planning on leaving for the scrap yard. Vander placed two full glasses in front of Benzo and Silco, and both nodded their thanks. Kat looked at the drinks wistfully.

Her voice was glum as she said: “I should head back. I told Viktor I would not be late.”

“I’ll walk you home,” Silco said automatically, making to stand.

“Sil,” Vander huffed, trying to sound amused, “I just poured you a drink.”

“It’s fine, Silco. I can manage,” Kat promised. She pressed a hand to his chest in encouragement to sit back down.

Silco looked from her, to the drink, to Vander, and back to Kat.

“Let me walk you to the door at least.”

Katya chuckled, rolling her eyes.

“Have a good night, Vander, Benzo,” she said and grabbed Silco’s hand, guiding him to the tavern’s door.

Benzo raised his glass to her. Vander nodded stiffly.

Once they stepped into the cool and neon-lit night, Silco’s hand clamped tightly around Kat’s, and pulled her toward the alley behind the Drop.

“Surely you didn’t think that you would appear on a night I normally don’t see you, and get away scot-free?” he purred, pressing her back against the stonewall. Crowding her with his body and shadows.

A knife of a grin sliced across Kat’s mouth, and she tugged on his shirt. His mouth readily crashed into her’s, lips prying, tongue searching. Her hands snaked around his back, and gripped his shirt in needy bunches. He grabbed at her with equal fervor, large hands squeezing her waist and hips.

Kat angled her head for deeper access, their tingling lips slotting together perfectly. Silco’s nose moved and brushed against her cheek. He pushed small, quiet groans from his mouth to hers. She trembled, arousal growing rapidly and sitting heavily between her thighs.

Scrabbling madly, her hand wove itself into Silco’s hair. She clutched it tightly, and his hips gave a small buck. A growl rumbled up from his chest, and he surged forward. His left hand slid up from her waist, and made to fondle her breast through the soft material of her blouse. Kat gasped. And with his lips free, Silco dove to suck and bite at her neck.

“Si – Sil – “ she panted. Of their own accord, her hips began undulating in small waves.

At the sound of her voice, the tether of Silco’s control snapped. He pulled his mouth off her with a harsh pop! and pulled her deeper into the alleyway.

They stumbled toward the Drop’s backdoor. The lust haze covering Kat’s judgement lifted enough to question the wiseness of fooling around in Vander’s apartment again. But before she could voice her concerns, Silco stopped in front of the small shed just a few feet away from the backdoor.

These structures were common in the Lanes’ business district – especially for taverns and restaurants (few that there were). They were meant to house the wood and coal used to heat stoves and ovens. However, due to Piltover’s chokehold on the import of products into the Undercity, most were woefully bare. Allowing space and privacy enough . . .

Kat’s heart leapt to her throat, and the ache between her legs gave an excited pulse. She squeezed Silco’s hand in understanding. In agreement. An excited, warbling breath left him as he reached forward, and ripped the shed door open.

“OH!” Kat exclaimed, lurching back and covering her mouth. Silco stared.

It seemed they had not been the only ones with this idea.

Tucked inside the shed, in varying states of undress, Sevika had Nasha pressed against the wall adjacent to the door. One of her hands held Nasha’s wrist above her head, the other was shoved down the front of her pants. Sevika’s cheek was resting on one of Nasha’s nearly exposed breasts, her silver eyes wide with horror at being caught-out.

Nasha, however, was more annoyed than anything. Her flushed face frowned at Silco and Katya.

“Occupied!” she snarled.

 A long limb snaped out, and pulled the door out of Silco’s hand, slamming it shut.

Kat and Silco stood in the alley for a long moment, before she awkwardly giggled and gently tugged him back toward the alley’s mouth.

“It is probably for the best,” she sighed. “I do need to get back home.”

Silco hummed a disappointed, but amenable note, before ducking down and kissing her. More chaste this time. Sweet and simple.

Kat squeezed his hand, and reluctantly slid her fingers out of his.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said.

She grinned and shrugged. “In a way.”

The smile spun melancholy. Silco hated the sight of it, so he dipped down and kissed it away.

“Thank you again,” Kat murmured as he drew back.

“I got you.”

“You have me.”

Just a little something. Any excuse to smoosh Kat and Silco's faces together, really 😂

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[katyspersonal]

Hello Katya, do you have any ideas about Simple Gratia?

....

Yes, my girl!! I have some observations AND ideas! I remember that back when I checked, a fan Wiki incorrectly said that she is wearing Yharnam Hunter set. I do not know whether they've fixed that since then or not, but I know it confused a few artists. Gratia, in reality, is wearing an Old Hunter set but slightly altered:

(Close images of her model are from this ( x ) page, datamined by AstralLace!) This is what an Old Hunter set looks like, for a reminder:

Gratia is an Old Hunter: the type that started under Gehrman like Maria, Vitus, Henryk, Djura, Bestial Hunter, all that. I think that she knew all these characters and more, and with Maria she was a lot like an older sister that Maria never had! But I think she would be genuinely annoyed by Djura's complex inventions and at times not be able to hide her disdain, right in the middle of Djura ranting about them! That'd spark stupid, petty arguments about what kind of weapon is "better" which their friends laugh at in the corner like hyenas until Gehrman or Maria separate them XD

In comparison with the generic set, she is missing the long flowing cape, as well as the glove on her left hand. Her weapon, a chunk of metal, also goes in the left hand. I think she is missing the glove to have a stronger grip on the metal, so it would not slip away! I wondered what her right hand weapon would be before, but I think she doesn't need one in the end! I imagine her staggering the beast with her Iron Fist and then TEARING THEIR HEAD OFF WITH HER FREE HAND DFJHFSHSD .....but, you know, a hammer or a mace would also be nice yeah sure

In Bloodborne setting, red hair is also highlighted as a trait of Cainhurst nobles, that isn't really seen in any other NPC. Edgar may be also a ginger but much brighter kind, certainly not a REDhead!

This makes me think: what if Gratia's red hair is not just a random design choice, but a hint? And even if it isn't, it can still be used for a headcanon! Cainhurst nobles descend from Pthumeru Ihyll and have some Pthumerian heritage (just in case here ( x ) is the post with evidences of it) 🤔 At the same time, Pthumerians have gigantic variants, that seem to be more slow and dim than 'regular' ones. And interestingly, Gratia is abnormally big AND stated to have some intellectual drawbacks:

So, she has 1) otherwise Cainhurst-exclusive hair color 2) a size abnormally large for a human and 3) correlation between inability to use guns and being 'dim'! This gave me a headcanon that she was born in the Cainhurst walls, but shown Pthumerian genes that were "undesired" in the eyes of snobbish nobles and thus, abandoned at birth. She never knew of her origins, but was adopted by a kind man! Yeah, in this context, Maria and Gratia feeling family-like bond almost from the start in kind of fateful!

^ I often draw her with the same body pattern that shows on the skin of Snatchers, and that is exactly what kind of descendant she is!

I also always liked the idea that Gratia, Simon and Yamamura were the 'detective friends' up to uncover the Healing Church's secrets! Later, I decided the Yahar'gul Hunter we find in the prison under Grand Cathedral should also be a part of the squad! I did not know that Simon interestingly had Fist of Gratia as a part of his equipment back then and only judged from their location, but that made me feel validated with that headcanon! xD

Gratia is, of course, more of a 'power' of the team! She might be not very smart, but she has her heart in a good place and can understand the concept of shady bad business that should be stopped. She is easy to deceive in terms of pranks and other remotely innocent things, but when someone lying to her or trying to use her is malicious she will sense it. Pair that with her being very brave and blunt, and you really don't want to mess with her! The girl could grab Laurence and slam him against the wall accusing him of being "full of shit" if he attempted to deceive her, ffs! And not even his friends would defend him because it IS his fault for playing with this tigress x)

Needless to mention that she is protective over her friends! Not a kind of a protective friend that will mindlessly jump into fighting the other guy, but someone that will walk in and give them a fair warning to get lost first. She has threatening aura and usually just that is enough to scare away a person that means no good to someone she cares about. But, when she is powerless to do anything against some prick in power or likewise, she will express her frustration by breaking a property on her way out xd

Also she gives me this vibe:

Thank you for an ask! :D She has a very vivid and fleshed out image in my mind! Funny enough, this makes describing her harder because she feels so self-explanatory for me!

[fandomsandflyingstingrays]

Reposting yesterday's fic because I accidentally published the first, highly unedited draft... it's Fine

Also, it's now on AO3!

Raine had been counting down to the Day of Unity all year, had burned the number of days and hours remaining into their mind, but somehow, it still felt like they should have had more time. Headquarters was in chaos, people calling out over each other, the air a mess of requests and worries. A blessed, momentary silence occurred when Katya dropped her tambourine— only for the panic to double as she realized it left her without an instrument.

“Can you play the bell cittern?” Raine asked. At her nod, they wove their way through the crowd to the back of the room where the beds lay, the only truly peaceful corner, where Eda was sitting with Luz.

“Eda, I was wondering if I could borrow— why do you have a box of toenails?”

Luz gave a muted laugh. “She was using it to hide this,” she said, holding up a log of blue wood.

“And the mystery of who depleted the Bonesborough Garden Club’s precious stash is answered,” Raine said, casting an amused glance at Eda. She winked, and they quickly turned their gaze back to Luz. “What are you going to carve?”

“I… don’t know. Eda taught me the basics, but…”

She was quiet for almost a minute before Raine realized she wasn’t going to finish the sentence.

“So,” Eda said finally, “what was it you needed?”

“Oh— I was wondering if Katya could borrow your bell cittern. Her tambourine was a… casualty of rushed preparations.”

“I’d love to say yes, but I don’t have it on me. I was so busy grabbing my fabulous toenails from the Emperor’s stash of all my stuff that I didn’t have time to look for anything else, and obviously I can’t just summon it anymore.”

Raine drew a circle in the air, and the bell cittern fell into their arms. It was Eda’s turn to look away.

“Right. I forgot that you still remember its magical signature.”

“Of course I do.”

I never forgot you, they wanted to say. I’m sorry for making you believe that I did. I’m so glad you never really believed it.

But the Day of Unity was in two days. There was no time for distractions or regret, only what needed to be done.

“Could you give it to Katya and make sure she knows what she’s doing?” they asked instead. “She’s a talented musician, but any bard worth their bile sack would still benefit from your expertise.”

A smile tugged at the corners of Eda’s lips. “You got it.” To Luz, she added, “Give me a shout if you need me, all right?”

The young human nodded, not looking up from her wood. Raine had a million other things to do, a million questions to answer, but for reasons they couldn’t quite explain, they found themself perching beside her, taking the spot Eda had vacated.

“You know, Eda taught me how to carve my palisman, too. Her dad taught her a few months before our class was supposed to learn, and she couldn’t resist passing on the forbidden knowledge.” They said the words in a low, dramatic tone, and were rewarded with a faint smile. “It still took me a while to figure out what I wanted, though.”

“That’s my problem, too,” she sighed. “Your palisman is supposed to represent your future, but for the last month, I haven’t been able to think about anything beyond the Day of Unity. I have no idea what my future is supposed to look like… or my palisman.”

“I get that,” Raine said, the words coming out a little more bitterly than they intended. To soften them, they added quickly, “but Eda told me that you both know about the portal the emperor has in the skull. As soon as we defeat him, we’ll take control of it. We’ll be able to get you home.”

Tears welled in Luz’s eyes, but they didn’t look grateful or hopeful. Just sad.

“Luz?”

She wiped her eyes. “I want to go home. I do. I miss my mom so bad, but… she made me promise, the last time I saw her, that when I went back, I would stay there for good.”

“What? But… you have a family here. It sounds like you two love each other a lot. Why would she want to take that from you?”

“That’s not how she sees it,” Luz said quickly. “It’s just… things are different in the Human Realm. You can’t do magic, or tell anyone about magic, and if you disappear or get injured by like… detention monsters or plants with fangs, that’s not normal. That’s not something you can explain.” She shrugged. “I want to be with my mom. I know she loves me, and I love living with her. But… that would also mean I couldn’t be a witch. There are no human witches.” She laughed quietly. “Besides the one who’s trying to kill everyone, I guess. What I’m trying to say is, the Demon Realm and the Human Realm… they’re what my teachers would call mutually exclusive. I have to choose.”

“That sounds a lot like Belos’s thinking, you know.”

Luz flinched, and Raine tried to make their next words as gentle as possible. “I’m not trying to compare you to him. I’m just saying, this whole business of needing to choose sounds a lot like what he’s been telling us all these years. That we can only take one path. That works for some people. But there are lots of people who can never fit into it, and they shouldn’t be ignored.”

Luz’s expression didn’t change, and they tried again.

“When I was born, I was given a set of words to identify me that didn’t feel right. For a while, I thought that meant I should go the opposite route, but that didn’t feel good either. What finally made me feel settled was choosing not to choose. To just exist, without any expectations or labels that would make people feel like they knew who I was before I got the chance to tell them.”

That made Luz let out a long breath, and something seemed to loosen in her when she looked up at them. “I get that,” she said quietly. “In the Human Realm, they have a lot of rules. A lot of people think you should stick with the identity you were born with. Follow the role they lay out for you. Love the people they want you to love. And like you said, that works for some people, but it never really worked for me. Getting to come here, getting to be away from that, it was nice, but… I never fully belonged here, either.”

“But you made your own way,” Raine told her. “Eda explained about your talent with glyphs. You found your own magic. I’d bet the Human Realm could use some of that, too.” “Glyphs don’t work in the Human Realm.”

“They wouldn’t work without you either. You are the magic I was talking about, Luz. You’ve done so many impossible things during your time here. What’s one more?”

Finally, she gave them a real smile. “You know, I think you’re the first person I’ve met here who’s just as sappy as me.”

They winked. “I can tell we’re going to be good friends. But only if you come visit from time to time.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“That’s good enough for me.”

Luz released a shaky breath and turned back to the wood in her hands. “Could you… show me how to round the top? Eda went over it, but I want to make sure I get it right.”

“Of course. Round, huh? Are you carving a chicken?”

Luz laughed. “You know, that’s sort of close. I’m going to cave an egg.”

“An egg?”

“Yeah. I still don’t know what I want my future to look like… or theirs. But I want us both to be able to choose.” She waved a hand at the maps on the tables and the banners on the walls, at the assembled revolution. “That’s what this is all about, right?”

A sigh of their own escaped Raine, the words snapping a tension they’d carried for so long they’d almost forgotten it was there. “Right.”

Years of subversion and sacrifice had led up to this. Raine had lost things, people, and parts of themself that they could never get back, all in the hopes of winning a single battle. And now that that battle was finally approaching, they worried they’d done too much, or not enough, that they wouldn’t win, or that winning wouldn’t be worth the cost. But beyond all those regrets, all those fears, was the simple truth that in two days’ time, the people of the Isles would be able to choose a future for the first time in half a century. It was enough. It had to be.

Raine placed their hand over Luz’s, guiding her knife to the top of the log. “Shave the wood away from you,” they instructed, “until you get a gentle sort of slope.”

Luz clenched the wood and the knife so hard that her knuckles turned white, but she made the first cut. “Like this?”

It was wobbly, uneven, less a the start of a smooth egg and more the top of a swirling orb. It wasn’t the way Raine would have done it.

“That’s perfect.”