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all da ladies love leo valdez ! leo x daughter of poseidon!reader

｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ in which, leo has a crush on yet another girl that’s beyond his league, percy’s sister … and his friends flame him for not being able to confess his feelings!

— this is set in like… university ?? obviously jason doesn’t die…hope u enjoy my first ever fic on here!! might be ooc, soz🫐 also jeyna is a thing…. sorry not sorry!! 🤓😂 (it’s actually not even relevant to this story, but i thought i’d let u know…)

IMSG, “THE LOST HOES 🫤” July 4th, 2024

beauty queen

do yall ever wonder how it’s impossible to not pull hoes

like it sounds like a real SKILL issue

superman

who are you talking about, pipes?

beauty queen

who do u think I’m talking about???

the only mfo who doesn’t have a gf???

do NOT play dumb jason grace

latino elf

oh wow

talking shit in the gc is crazzyyy

superman

i wasn’t!

she was.

beauty queen

do not make me pull up our private messages

latino elf

i see how it is…..

😔 it’s always the bitches u think u can trust…

superman

beauty queen

why is he the driest man alive

this why we didn’t last ong😭

latino elf

or maybe because ur lebanese ???

superman

she’s cherokee huh

wait is that supposed to say lesbian?

latino elf

isn’t that what it says…

beauty queen

💀💀

ok… anyway can we talk about the fact that leo has

been madly in love with y/n since like… forever???

latino elf

no thanks

didn’t ask

not true

lying on my name

superman

yeah yeah whatever helps you sleep at night

beauty queen

he’s down bad shhh

latino elf

OHHH GODDD 😭😭😔😔😔

ok so what if i like her shes so fine

and so nice and sooo mermaid 🧜‍♀️

beauty queen

she is very fine and very nice

and yes she’s very mermaid

superman

we all know he isn’t going to say

anything to her, though, right??

latino elf

hahaha 😂 wdym 😂

i’d tell her if percy weren’t her brother

superman

that didn’t stop you from trying to

flirt with MY sister though???????

latino elf

yeah that’s different tho

she COULDNT go out with me

beauty queen

not like she wanted to anyway

latino elf

gtfo

anyway i don’t plan on telling her that

i have any slight interest in her! 😎

superman

you should though

bet she likes you too

beauty queen

don’t feed into his delusions

superman

gosh pipes, pipe it down a notch

latino elf

fr listen to my bro ‼️

how would i even tell her dawggg

WHAT IF she rejects me 🤨 BOOM FRIENDSHIP GONE

superman

yeah i guess so

but yolo ???

latino elf

yolo my ass bro😒

superman

ok sorry for trying to help

beauty queen

this why she dont want u

latino elf

yeah nd thats why yo relationship was a LIE 🤣

superman

😐

beauty queen

🖕🏼

latino elf

lol ur mad

ok bye u guys are a snooze fest 😴

beauty queen

go talk to ur gf

latino elf

i will, beauty queen 🫡

IMSG, “Y/N 🦈” July 4th, 2024

leo 🛠️

hey hey mermaid

y/n 🦈

hi leo !

whats up :)

leo 🛠️

the sky duh

nothing much tho, just chilling in my dorm

u should totally pull up

y/n 🦈

we’ll see 🧐

i’m in the library rn

leo 🛠️

nerd alert ‼️

y/n 🦈

ok but when u fail our exams dont come crying

leo 🛠️

if it were math/science i would be resting peacefully

but no fr i did study, trust 🙏🏼

y/n 🦈

not that u needed it though

you’re smart enough

leo 🛠️

wowie thanks mermaid

da ladies wish they had my smarts

y/n 🦈

🤨🤨

leo 🛠️

sorry that came out SO wrong 😭

y/n 🦈

ok ok well pull up to the library

perhaps i need ur smarts

leo 🛠️

si señora

will be there in a few 😎

shark_girl • 2h

send message ♡ ➣

pipermstealer replied to your story

omg he wants uuu 😳😳🤣😂

shark_girl

why are u insane

😅😅😅

pipermstealer

i am not insane he wants u

what boy willingly wants to study w a girl

shark_girl

one that’s my friend???

pipermstealer

friend my ass bro

he wanna kiss u so bad…

matching usernames??? THE MAAAN WANTS UU 😭

shark_girl

be fr we’ve had them since we were

like fifteen 🙄🙄

pipermstealer

bro get out I’m actually DONE

u have to wake up queen 😭🙏🏼

IMESSAGE, PIPER & JASON July 5th, 2024

pipes 🌸

i am so SO DONE with yn

jason ⚡️

why

pipes 🌸

bc she’s convinced that leo don’t want her

jason ⚡️

i think its very obvious

do you think yn wants leo thats the real question

pipes 🌸

ABSOLUTELY ?????

she has extreme heart eyes for him

but she’s better at hiding it

jason ⚡️

wait are you being serious

NO WAY

NO WAY??

a girl out of his league actually wants him 🤨

piper 🌸

wait I thought u knew???

jason ⚡️

uhm no

she must be good at hiding it

piper 🌸

or boys are just dense

jason ⚡️

ok well…….

we have to get them together

cause I’m so tired of hearing leo ramble abt her

piper 🌸

ok well i’m tired of yn too

how do we get them together

jason ⚡️

uh I don’t know?????

now why would you think I know

aren’t YOU the daughter of aphrodite

maybe YOU should know 😒

pipes 🌸

someone’s mad

but i don’t know?

one of them has to say something eventually….

jason ⚡️

no way, leo would never… not too sure about yn though.

leo cares too much about their friendship

and he is convinced she only sees him as a friend

and he’s deathly afraid to ruin their friendship

pipes 🌸

why do we have dumb friends

why can’t THEY SEEEE

jason ⚡️

yeah it’s very annoying

man, maybe we shouldn’t interfere?

let them figure it out themselves

pipes 🌸

unless u want leo to date the first girl

who gives him the opportunity to date her,

i think we SHOULD interfere! not a lot just a tiny bit 🤏🏼

jason ⚡️

well i guess you have a point… but how?

pipes 🌸

OK hear me out fr

u share a dorm with leo, yeah?

he always leaves his phone unattended

go into twt and make sure he isnt logged into his private account

jason ⚡️

where is this headed

pipes 🌸

ok shut up

OK but make sure hes on the main

since he always talks about her on his priv

so if yn sees a tweet about her then

SHES GOTTA KNOW

jason ⚡️

FIRST OF ALL thats an invasion of privacy

SECOND OF ALL what if she doesn’t see it before

leo realizes that wasn’t tweeted on his private account

pipes 🌸

no she like stalks his twitter so she’ll see!

and uhm so what if it’s an invasion of privacy

he’ll thank us once he gets the girl of his dreams 🙄

jason ⚡️

ok then….

i’ll do it

but if this backfires i was not apart of it

pipes 🌸

yeah yeah whatever

i’ll take the blame

FIVE DAYS LATER, TWITTER!

IMSG, “THE LOST HOES 🫤” July 10th, 2024

latino elf

HOLY SHIT

IM JUMPING OFF THE NEAREST CLIFF

it was so nice knowing u two

superman

don’t kys ur so sexy haha

what happened though

latino elf

i accidentally tweeted something

about yn.

on my main.

superman

hey man, maybe she didn’t see?

beauty queen

yeah she probably didn’t

latino elf

yeah u guys are RIGHT 😅

she DIDN’T SEE IT!!!

beauty queen

mhm

latino elf

you’re being oddly quiet…

beauty queen

sorry????? IM BUSY

latino elf

yeah huh

superman

you’re crazy

latino elf

oh my god i’m gonna throw up

my friend ship is over with her

she messaged meEEE

HELPPPP

superman

MESSAGE HER BACK???

GO GO GO GOOO BRO

latino elf

no i’m leaving her on delivered

beauty queen

i swear to gods if u don’t message her

jason and i WILL jump you 😭😭

superman

exactly!!

latino elf

it was so nice being her friend 🫤

beauty queen

BRO STFU AND READ HER MESSAGE???

latino elf

ok fine

bye…..

IMSG, “Y/N 🦈” July 10th, 2024

y/n 🦈

leo did u mean to tweet that?

leo 🛠️

tweet what 🤨

y/n 🦈

you know what I’m talking about

you’re not stupid

leo 🛠️

you’re crazy

i got hacked by

jason

y/n 🦈

you’re crazier for thinking I’d believe you

so… u did mean to?

leo 🛠️

i don’t want to ruin our friendship

please don’t let this ruin it

you’re my bestest friend

y/n 🦈

gosh let me talk

i thought you didn’t like me

so i never said anything…?

but i like you, leo. i really do

leo 🛠️

oh my god

are you serious

wait i’m going to your dorm

y/n 🦈

what??

Delivered

Leo looked at his phone for a good second and then left it on his bed, unattended. he ran to your residence hall— it didn’t matter to him that it was quite literally on the other side of campus. he needed to hear you say the words he had been waiting to hear since he was fifteen. he’d always had a slight crush on you, mostly off and on.

But during the summer, he had fallen for you even harder than he thought he could. he never thought that he could love someone as much as he loved you. anyway, he was practically dying as he ran to your dorm! his hair was disheveled, and he was panting a bit. he wasn’t sure if he was sweaty because he was nervous, or because he had just ran to get to your dorm.

He knocked on your door three times.

You jumped out of your bed. you felt like throwing up from how nervous you were. you quickly slid on your slippers, and looked in the mirror before you opened the door for him. (making the poor boy wait). you adjusted your hair, making sure it sat right.

You took a deep breath before opening the door. you almost didn’t, but a voice in your head was telling you that you’d be an idiot if you didn’t open the door. your hands gripped the doorknob, and then unlocked it. leo was practically dying because you were taking years to open the stupid door. you finally opened it, getting met by a disheveled-sweaty-flushed leo valdez.

“Hi.” he croaked out, his voice cracking slightly. he felt like he was on fire, literally. he wanted this to be over with! well, no, that’s a lie. he just wanted to be your boyfriend already.

“…Hi.” you answered, your voice was quiet. you had an awkward smile on your face. you were praying that you would just drown at this moment. you’d much rather enjoy that than this.

He cleared his throat, and finally spoke after a long minute of awkward silence. The two looked at each other “I really… really like you. I.. Uh.. You obviously know that already, but I wanna tell you in person?” he said, nodding along with his own words. his hands went to fumble with the hem of his shirt, anxiously waiting for your response.

“I really like you, too.” You replied. you didn’t feel as nervous as anymore when he started to talk. you felt your face getting hotter, and your smile getting bigger. he grinned at you like an idiot.

He thought that he was dreaming when you said you liked him. The start of something. “Really?” He asked, just wanting to hear you say it again. He couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. He thought never in a million years that you’d ever like him! You were totally out of his league. you were so awesome, so pretty, and so sweet.

You nodded again, rolling your eyes. “Yes, really.”

THREE MONTHS LATER… INSTAGRAM!

shark_girl

🎶 let the light in : lana del rey (feat. father john misty)

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shark_girl happy three million years with my boy!!! i love u so so so much leo 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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lava_boy who is that sexy man in the 2nd slide

→ shark_girl idk i found him at the store……

lava_boy we’re literally like this 🤞🏼👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

lava_boy te quiero !!

→ shark_girl 🤍🤍

lava_boy ugh why do we literally solo everyone in new rome

→ shark_girl ntm on percabeth !!!!

→ percysbeth 🫡🫡

pipermstealer yeah you’re welcome 🥱

→ supermantaylorsversion i did all the work

→ pipermstealer i gave u the idea

→ lava_boy thank u jason 😒 thank u piper 🙄

→ pipermstealer i hope she leaves u

→ shark_girl woah guys no need to say that

percysbeth i support 🤫 (pls cook for me leo)

→ lava_boy on it 😎

lava_boy

🎶 ivy : frank ocean

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lava_boy I would like to thank poseidon for being a father to my wonderful girlfriend of THREE DECADES 😎

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shark_girl I THOUGHT THAT I WAS DREAMIN’ WHEN U SAID U LOVEEEE MEEE 😭😭😭

→ lava_boy the start of nothin 🦈

shark_girl i’m taylor lautner

→ lava_boy FORREAL

shark_girl hi bf 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

→ lava_boy hello girlfriend.

→ shark_girl 😭😭😭

pipermstealer no because you guys are actually cute

→ lava_boy ACTUALLY cute 🤨

→ pipermstealer what do u want me to say yall are actually ugly

→ shark_girl pipe it down a notch 😔

supermantaylorsversion he’s a romantic now

→ lava_boy erm i’ve always been one get out 🤓

percysbeth no cause yn has actually dressed up as a shark

→ lava_boy send pics or it didn’t happen

→ percysbeth check imsg

→ shark_girl i thought that was PRIVATE

→ lava_boy LMFAOO U LOOKED SO GOOFY

→ shark_girl you’re done….

｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ hello….. first smau done 😎 hopefully u really like this bc i died ten times whilst making it !!! uhmm pls lmk what you thought about it 🥲!!! i was sort of rushing at the end, so umm.. shhh 🤫…. @thelostheroo @amoosarte

also i will have a master list soon….???? (hopefully) and my requests are OPEN! so, plsplsplspls request…. con amor, mo!

#𐙚 graceslcver #₊˚ ⊹ my writings #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x daughter of poseidon #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo x reader #jason grace #piper mclean #percy jackson #pjo fanfic #percy pjo

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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babe! Im in love with nerd!reader cause truthfully I am the biggest nerd. but anyways plug eren with nerd reader who buys from him on the weekends cause school is stressful! what better to relieve that stress than to get high!! always calling her cute little names cause shes so sweet , rolling her blunts so she doesnt have too and , giving her discounts 😉! omg and the way she gets so shy when he finally asks her out on a date! especially because she already had a huge crush on him!!

omg this is the cutest!! 🥹🥹 I absolutely love it, thank you so much for suggesting it!

cw: black fem reader (plus size coded), mentions of drugs, pet names

!nerd (y/n) was undoubtedly the smartest girl on the campus. Best grades, sat at the head of every academic committee and helped tutor other students.

!nerd (y/n), who was bogged down with the pressures of perfection and to always success, started feeling stressed and couldn’t calm down, even if you tried.

you had tried everything from incense to meditation and nothing was working. That’s when you decided to venture out to…other options.

!nerdy little (y/n), who normally didn’t hang around his type ended up meeting eren jaeger, the notorious class plug. He pretty much supplied everyone on the campus with their daily fixes. From Xans to party with to weed for helping to calm down. Which is exactly what you wanted.

eren definitely laughed when you first approached him because you were the last person he’d expect to want to smoke. But he helped anyways.

“Little miss perfect wants to get high? This can’t be real.”

nerd (y/n), who was paranoid about getting in trouble was reassured by him that it was all good. He even came to your apartment to help get you ‘set up’ and make sure there were no adverse affects because he’d never give you something that would cause harm.

“I just need something to help me relax. I can’t even sleep anymore. Even when I have a day off.”

!nerd (y/n), after taking your first couple of hits, instantly felt calmer and more at ease.

“See, I told you.”

!nerd (y/n) now calls eren every weekend like clockwork to come drop her stuff off. Watching that hellcat pull up outside and hearing the shuffle of his slides by her door.

!nerd (y/n), who always answers the door in a big fluffy sweatshirt and little shorts covering those thick thighs, with your glasses on gets him flustered. And him doing the same with those Nike techs and hoodies on. His hair always pulled back with a nose ring on.

!nerd (y/n), who never has to worry about rolling your own blunts because he doesn’t want you worrying your pretty little head with such trivial things. He even gives you a couple pre rolls.

“Don’t worry about it, pretty girl. I got it. You just focus on studying.”

he always gives you praise! Telling you how proud he is and that you’re doing a good job.

!nerd (y/n), who lets him stay over as long as he wants, even getting high with eren because you feel safer when he’s around. (definitely let him shotgun once or twice.)

!nerd (y/n), who gets so sad when he has to go always looks forward to next weekend.

“I gotta go, angel. But I’ll see you around, I’m sure.”

!nerd (y/n) when asked how much you owe, gets laughed at and dismissed.

!nerd (y/n) who gets so nervous seeing him hover over your frame in the doorway looks down at the ground because he’s too cute to make eye contact with.

“For you, pretty girl? It’s on the house, don’t even worry about it.”

!nerd (y/n), who always ends up with extra if you give him a kiss on the cheek before he leaves.

!nerd (y/n), who’s shock to get a text from eren in the middle of the week and to meet him in the library nonetheless isn’t sure what this is about but goes anyway.

!nerd (y/n), thinking he needs help with studying is shocked when he asks you out on a date. Says that he’s had a crush on you for the longest.

“You wanna go on a date with..me?”

eren always found it adorable that for someone so smart, you were completely oblivious to advances.

“You’re so cute. Yes, if you’ll go.”

!nerd (y/n), who now has a little more to look forward to than just smoking when her plug comes around.

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faeriichaii · 4 months

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Heyyy, I hope you are doing alright!

I wanted to request a kinda mean but later soft Thranduil x Shy Fem!Reader smut ♡ in which the Reader loves to read and sneaks into a forbidden part of the library and gets caught by Thranduil ;) ♡

Bookworm ~ Thranduil x Fem!Shy!Elf!Reader

A/N: Omg never did I ever expect to see a Thranduil request (even more shocking that it is a smut request🤭) But sure, I can do that for you <33 (Ngl I was very scared about writing this cause Thranduil is like such a hard character for me to write but I obv still appreciate it when I get him requested <33)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Smut (MDNI), unprotected sex, bj ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 3k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes <33 ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Hiril vuin ~ My Lady ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Meleth Nin ~ My Love ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Agórel vae ~ You did well ࿐ྂ

Summary: Legolas let the secret of a restricted area in the library slip, which makes you of course very curious. So after deciding to enter the forbidden part, you get caught by none other than the elven king himself.

Enjoying the serene chirping of the birds, you turned the page of your book. You sat under a tree in the beautiful garden of Mirkwood. The book in your hand only had a few pages left and you just had to know how the story of the princess goes. Does she get her happy end or does the prince of hearts decide to take her down? You don’t know yet, however you are very keen to find it out. A soft gasp left your lips, as your book was taken out of your hands. “Isn’t this one of the books in the restricted area?” Legolas asked, as he turned the book around to quickly skim over the summary. His finger was still placed between the pages, in order to not make you lose the spot you have last read. He once did it by accident and he still hasn’t really recovered from the hell that you let loose upon him.

“Restricted area? I never saw a restricted area.” You said, as you stood up from your place on the ground and snatched the book out of Legolas’ grasp. “I probably shouldn’t have mentioned it.” The prince began to walk away from you, however you couldn’t just let him go after he dropped this very important secret. “Wait Legolas! You can’t just walk away now. Where is this restricted area?” A sigh left his lips as you stood beside him and looked up at him with your big eyes. “My father would kill you if he spots you in there (Y/N). It really isn’t even worth it. The only person who walks in there is him and I sometimes join him, and let me tell you, the books are mostly on history about middle earth and nothing special.” He tried to reason with you, but you were insisting on finding this so-called restricted section.

“Legolas, we have been friends for more than just centuries, you do know me and you certainly know that I know the layout of the library better than anybody else. So how come I have never seen the restricted area?” Legolas stopped walking, which made you also stop in your tracks. “There is a mechanism to it. You have to pull a lever in order to open the restricted area and enter it. But (Y/N)…” He turned towards you and grabbed your shoulders tightly. “You really can’t enter. If my father finds out, that you have been in the restricted area, then he will certainly send you far away or set an even worse punishment upon you.” His worried eyes locked onto your own. You gave him a reassuring smile, before shaking his hands off from your shoulders. “Don’t worry, I will not go in there. I promise.” What the prince didn’t saw, were your crossed fingers, that were hidden away in the pages of the book you now desperately wanted to return to the library.

After you said your goodbyes to Legolas, you decided to take a detour to the library. Just to put away the book you still held onto tightly. No other reason. Opening the big wooden doors, you walked towards the designated shelf and put away the book. Turning around, you scanned the whole room for any kind of lever. You walked towards the few golden candle holders, that were attached to the wall. Letting your fingers graze over the cold metal, you carefully tried to pull it, however it didn’t budge. A sigh left your lips as you continued to stroll around the library. You have been walking around for quite some time, until you noticed a little shelf that is tucked into the corner of the room. Examining it, you decided to try and search through the books, if they possibly could be the lever, you have been searching for.

Your eyes focused on a dark green book. The golden edges almost seemed to glow, as you let your fingers trail over the intricate design. Gently pulling on the book out of the shelf, you heard a click. The shelf started to move to your right, opening a small staircase to you. A smile spread across your lips, as you decide to walk down the few steps. Your eyes widened at the few shelves, that lined the stone walls of the small room. Each of the shelves were filled with various books and scrolls, some even in a language you can’t read. ‘How to Brew the Perfect Concoction’ or ‘Middle Earth: Past, Present and Future’ were only a few of the titles you have read on the spines. You took out a dark blue book, dusted it off and read the title. ‘The Golden Egg: A Guide for Dragons’. You didn’t even know that there was a book, explaining how to care for dragons. Putting it back on the shelf, you continued to stroll around the room. Time flew by quickly, as you read various pages of different books, and scrolls, until you found one you really wanted to take back upstairs. Tucking it in your small bag, you walk back up the stairs, pulled the lever that was attached to the wall and walked out. It only took you a few steps until you realized that the king himself was browsing through a shelf that was a little too close to the opening of the restricted area. His eyebrow raised, as he spotted you walk out of the direction of the small shelf. A blush dusted your cheeks, as you quickly did a curtsy and muttered a ‘My King’ in greeting. He mustered you from head to toe, until he noticed the small book that was peeking out from your bag.

You were ready to quickly exit the library, until Thranduil began to talk. “You did not perhaps take a book from a shelf you are not supposed to touch?” He asked, almost daring you to lie to him. The blush on your cheeks intensified, as you looked up at him. “I don’t think I understand, my king. I just took this book from a shelf that I have inspected earlier.” His eyes moved from your own, towards your bag again. “Well, I do hope so. If you would ever enter places, you are not meant to be in, than you will leave me with no choice but to set a punishment upon you.” He spoke, authority dripping with each word. A shudder spread through your body, as your mind registered his words. “Of course, my king. I would never do such a thing.” You smiled softly at him, before politely curtsying and leaving him be in the library. After walking through the big wooden doors, you let out a deep breath you didn’t even knew you were holding. Hopefully the book will be worth the trouble.

A few days passed and you devoured each and every single word, that was written on the pages. Hence you were once again standing in the middle of the restricted area, searching for another book to pass your time. You were at the furthest corner of the room, intensely reading a scroll, that you have found, until you heard the sound of the shelf moving. How come the shelf is moving? Your eyes widened, as the sound of footsteps walking down the stairs echoed throughout the room. Quickly shoving the scroll back into the shelf, you hid behind the burgundy armchair, that was tucked in a neat corner of the room. Holding your breath, you watched as Legolas entered the room together with his father.

“Why are we down here father?” The prince asked, as he let his fingertips glide over some of the dusty books. “We need to search for a scroll. It should be wrapped with a red ribbon around it.” A shudder went down your spine, as you spotted the red ribbon you have removed earlier from the scroll on the ground. In the exact same moment, Legolas picked it up from the floor and wrapped it around the scroll you carelessly shoved into the shelf. “I think I have found it.” He said and presented the item to his father. The king raised an eyebrow at the unravelled scroll. “Did you start reading it already?” “No, not yet.” Legolas answered, wrapping the ribbon around the paper and walking towards the stairs, in order to leave the room. He tilted his head, as he noticed that his father didn’t follow him. “Do you need something else?” “Yes, but you can already start reading the scroll if you want.” Thranduil said, his eyes still carefully scanning the room. Your head was ducked, in order to not get spotted by his hawk-like gaze.

The fading footsteps of Legolas leaving the room made you feel a little bit more relieved. However, you still felt Thranduils looming presence in the small space. “There is no need to continue hiding Hiril vuin.” His voice still seemed a little too far away for him to have spotted you. “You think I didn’t know you took the book from this very room?” Steps slowly started to approach your hiding location, making you duck even further behind the armchair. “I was the one who sorted through the books and scrolls and decided if they would be fit for this restricted area of the library. You weren’t even supposed to know of its existence. So how exactly did you find this room?” His feet stopped in front of the burgundy armchair. “And how dare you lie to me and still hide away like a little mouse.” A shameful blush dusted your cheeks, as you slowly stood up from your position on the floor. “My king, I can explain-“ He waved his hand, signalling you to stop talking. His eyes were filled with rage, as he deeply looked into your own ones. “You lied and now expect me to listen to your pathetic excuse?” You swallowed thickly, looking down at your feet. “You leave me with no other choice but to banish you.” “Banish me?” Your head whipped up, eyes wide and lips parted. Your heart beat faster and faster, as the punishment of your actions settled into your brain.

“Please my king, don’t banish me! I will do any other punishment that you are willing to put me through, but I am begging you, don’t banish me from Mirkwood.” Hands clasped in front of you, you fell down on your knees in front of him. Tears were lining your vision as slight panic settled into your body. You can’t get banished. You have family and friends in Mirkwood and where else are you supposed to go? The king raised an eyebrow, as you kneeled in front of him, pleading him for mercy. “You are willing to do anything?” You quickly nodded at his question. Hope filled your mind and soul as you stood up from the ground. Thranduil took a step closer to you. His right hand wiped a tear away, that escaped your eyes. Heat spread through your body at the realization of your close proximity.

“Show me how much you want my forgiveness.” He whispered, his fingers holding onto your chin. A shaky breath left your lips, as you let your eyes trail down to his own. The magnetic pull towards him was almost unbearable. The urge to just put your lips over his own and entangling your hands in his hair driving you crazy. You looked back up into his eyes, that were glistening over with unspoken want. Grasping his shirt, you quickly pulled him down, encasing his lips with your own. His hands held onto your waist, pulling you closer. You let your hands slowly trail from his chest to his neck, as you opened your mouth, letting your tongue entangle with his in a passionate kiss.

Thranduil separated from you. Your cheeks were bright red, as you took a few breaths to relax from the heated kiss. “Can’t you take more than a mere kiss Hiril vuin?” His head tilted to the side, as mockery dripped from every word he muttered. A huff left your lips. “I can take more than you think.” And with that you pulled him down once more, kissing him even more feverously than before. His grasp on you tightened, as he approached the armchair. Parting from you, he sat down on the plush furniture. His legs were slightly spread, as his arms leaned on the armrests. Your eyes trailed his form, until they stopped at the slight tent, that seemed to grow in his pants.

“Let’s see how well you listen to my orders now. Take off your clothes.” Your hands went to your shoulders. Fingers grazing over the fabric, you took your time pulling the sleeves off of your body. Your dress gently slid down your body, as it pooled on the ground. Eyes still focused on the king who sat in the armchair, you hooked your fingers into your panties. Pulling them down, you stepped out of the pile of clothes and began to approach Thranduil.

His eyes trailed over your body, leaving a hot trail as they go. Your walls clenched around nothing, as you inspected him. “What do you wish me to do next my king?” A chuckle left his lips. His fingers motioning you over. “I want you to prove your statement. You said you can take more than I think, so I want to see how much you can really take.” Thranduil unbuttoned his pants, lifted his hips from the chair and discarded the garment on the ground. His cock was long and thick. A soft gasp left your lips. You moved down on your knees in front of him, your mouth mere inches away from his tip. “My king, will you allow me to take a taste?” Innocence laced your voice, as you looked at him through your lashes. He nodded at your suggestion.

At the approval, you wrapped your hand around his base. Your mouth encased his red tip, gently sucking on it. A shuddered breath came from Thranduil, as he held onto the back of your head with one hand, making you moan softly at his touch. You took more of him into your mouth, gagging slightly at the process. Your tongue stroked the vein of his cock as you slowly started to bop your head up and down, hand covering the part of him that didn’t fit into your mouth. Groans could be heard from the elven king, as his piercing eyes stared at how well you took him with your mouth. Your walls clenched around nothing and you could feel your wetness almost drip onto the floor. Craving to be touched, you let your free hand wander to your clit. “Don’t you dare touch yourself.” Retreating your hand from yourself, you let out a sad whine. Thranduils hand pulled on your hair gently. You let his cock go with a ‘plop’ and tilted your head to the side, awaiting your new order. “Sit down.” He said, patting his thighs.

Standing up from the ground, you placed your legs on each side of his. Cold air hit your dripping core, making you gasp. Thranduils hands grasped your hips tightly as the tip of his cock grazed your swollen clit. A whine escaped your lips at the intimate touch. “I want you to ride me. Work for it and earn your orgasm.” His lips brushed against your ear. You took his cock into your hands and aligned it with your entrance. Slowly you sank down, the feeling of the stretch making you part your lips in a silent cry. A groan from Thranduils lips bounced off the walls. You tightly held onto his shoulders, as you let yourself settle down and embrace his sheer size inside you completely. He was longer and thicker than you expected. After a few seconds of letting your pussy adjust to his size, you started to slowly move up and down. The elven kings hand trailed up your body, to grasp your boobs and twirl your nipples between his fingers.

Moaning at the feeling of his cock hitting your cervix and completely filling you up, you connected your lips to his. The wet squelching sound of your pussy filled the small restricted area of the library. A familiar warmth spread through your lower region. Thranduil detached himself from your lips and leaned towards your ear. “Are you really already close? Is my cock so satisfying to you?” He gently bit into your elven ear, making you gasp out loudly. Your walls squeezed him tightly, welcoming him even deeper into your core. The king let his hand travel down your body, his fingertips gently leaving a trail. He drew circles on your swollen clit, making you arch your back.

The knot tightened, as your walls clenched on his dick. “Don’t cum yet. You have to wait. After all, it is still a punishment.” A whine left your lips at his words, only wishing to let the orgasm wash over you. “Please.” You begged him, as he even start to move his hips upwards, matching your rhythm. “What do you want Hiril vuin? Use your words.” “Please Thranduil, let me cum.” The sound of his name leaving your lips makes his dick twitch inside you. His hand grabbed your chin and pulled you in for another quick kiss. The heat that travels through your body is unbearable, as you try to hold back your orgasm. “You can cum Meleth Nin.” And with that, the knot unravelled and you came, squeezing his dick inside you. His big hands moved towards your hips, shoving you up and down on his dick at a relentless pace. Whining at the overstimulation, you buried your head in his neck. After a few more thrusts, you felt his cock twitch, as he filled you up with his seed.

He continued to move inside you for a few more times, before pulling out. His cum mixed with your own slowly started to trickle out of your core. “Agórel vae Meleth Nin.” Thranduil held your warm face in his hand, thumb drawing circles onto your cheek. He gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. “Do you still wish to banish me my king?” You asked him, arms wrapped around his neck. “I think you proved that you definitely deserve my forgiveness Hiril vuin.”

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rendy-a · 1 year

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I really love your self-aware AU! It's awesome! Would it be okay to request some headcanons (or a snippet of something whatever makes you happiest) for self-aware Riddle and/or Malleus?

Have a great day!

-🍰Anon

I'm glad people are enjoying my AU! Shout out to @writingforatwistedworld, whose own Self-Aware AU inspired my own.

You assumed that everyone who ever played Twisted Wonderland had two things on their isekai bucket list; attending a feast at Scarabia to try Jamil’s cooking and being invited to an Unbirthday Party at Heartslabyul to try a sweet made by Trey. Now getting invited to a feast at Scarabia was ridiculously easy. One day you walked up to Kalim and shouted, “Omg, look at that cloud, it totally looks like a pony. We should have a party.” Kalim enthusiastically agreed. You worried a little that Jamil would corner you and chew you out for such blatant manipulation, but luck was with you, and he only gazed at you with interest from across the room.

In fact, so many situations in NRC seemed to just go your way that you wondered if you had some sort of “main character” protection that prevented anything from going really really wrong with your plans. If that was the case, then you reasoned, you could be bold and try to get the Red Ruler himself to invite you to an Unbirthday Party. Plus, you’d already tried to hint to Ace and Deuce about it, but Ace would only complain. “Come on, Prefect, you don’t want to hang out with all those guys. Isn’t it better when it’s just us alone?”

You did feel a little guilty about going behind your friend’s backs on this matter. Especially with how shaky the relationship was between Ace and Riddle, who always seemed locked in some eternal competition over…something…when you were around. You’d never quite worked that one out. You suppose there are just nuances to things that the old TWST game couldn’t convey. You could always feel the tension between them though, whenever you were in the room. But if you were going to betray friendship for anything, it might as well be cake.

Your opportunity came sooner than you expected. The very next day, you encountered Riddle carrying a stack of books back to the library. You felt very much like Azul when you ran up to him and offered to help him carry the load (for a price, ha ha ha) back to the library. He looks at you startled when you offer but slowly a red tint creeps into his face. You start to worry if you’ve really messed up and are about to get one of Riddle’s famous outbursts when instead he stammers in agreement. “I..I don’t really need your assistance. But…but if you’d like…I’d certainly be glad for YOUR company.” You give a sigh of relief and accept a portion of the books, you felt like you narrowly avoided a disastrous hit to your plans.

You attempted to chat him up on the way to the library, but each lighthearted question or joke was met with a short and serious response. You realized that you really didn’t understand Riddle much at all. It was like there was a difference in status you couldn’t overcome to get to where you were friends. Even after the Overblot incident (which you very reluctantly took your place in), Riddle seemed to treat you with a nervous reserve. You felt like it was the sort of relationship you’d have with your boss or a celebrity or something; like he was too afraid to be himself so he kept a façade of formality over all his interactions.

Even so, when you set the stack of books down on the librarian’s desk, you had really expected a friendly invite to the Unbirthday party next Tuesday. I mean, come on, you had helped him lug that stack of books all the way here; that had to be worth something, right? Instead, he merely looked at you and fidgeted nervously still with the slight flush in his cheeks. You wondered mildly if he was getting sick or even if he could get sick. Do game characters get sick except for random romance events? And this wasn’t even that sort of game so maybe no one gets sick here at all. You tried to remember if any of the NPC’s in your class had ever failed to attend class due to sickness but were roused from your thoughts by a small voice, “I guess I should go then.”

“NO!” you shouted, the loud sound echoing off the library walls. You wince at the volume, but Riddle hardly seems to notice, instead he looks at you wide eyed and silently. Finally, you remind yourself that you have main character energy and boldly grab his hand and announce, “You are looking like you could use some air. We should take a walk somewhere.” Then you stride off, forcing him to follow by tugging on his hand. He follows you and then quickly increases his pace to walk beside you while, surprisingly, increasing the pressure on your hand. You smile, he probably never had friends to walk with as a child. It’s been ages since you held hands with your childhood friends for a stroll, but you were happy to humor him. So, you give him a small smile and ask, “Where should we walk.”

He hesitantly suggests, “The rose maze at Heartslabyul is lovely this time of year.” You smile at him brightly and say, “What a great suggestion, I’d just LOVE to spend more time with you at Heartslabyul.” At this, he looks at you with an adorable smile and gives your hand another squeeze. Then he breathlessly remarks, “Well, well then…shall I lead the way?” And so he does, taking you deep into the rose maze. He provides some commentary on certain points of interest (the hedgehog pens, the croquet field) until you arrive at what he announces as the Tea Garden. Your breath rushes out as you lay eyes on the familiar background from your old game. If there was ever a place to lay a hint on him, this was it.

“Wow, its so beautiful here,” you begin in mock innocence, “I really wish I had more occasions to come here.” Riddle looks at you and then seems to get an idea, “Ah yes, yes! Of course, you should feel free to walk the gardens whenever you like, Prefect.” Ok, that wasn’t exactly what you were going for; time to hint harder. “Oh, but I’d be so lonely here by myself. Maybe, if there was a reason to come here with you. I confess I’d like to spend more time with you, Riddle,” finishing up your statement with a coy look. You see him mouth ‘confess’ to himself over and over, while you silently urge him to put it together and invite you to the damn Party already.

“Well…well,” he hesitantly begins, staring deep into your eyes, “if that is how you truly feel, how can I say no?” You smile radiantly at him, SUCCESS! Seeing your smile causes him to smile at you in return. He squeezes your hand once again and says in a much more confident voice, “Yes, well why not? If this is your choice, then why shouldn’t I ask you to tea? Would you please join me next week? We can have tea and I’ll help you study for your history exam.” ‘Bonus,’ you think as you heartily agree.

Only one thing bothers you when you think back on it later. Why would you study for your history exam? That exam was on Monday and the Unbirthday Party was on Tuesday. It was strange to study for the next exam the very day after taking the previous one. You just chuckle and chalk it up to being Riddle and his crazy studious nature.

All that night, Riddle lay awake in bed, unable to sleep. How had this happened? He hardly knew. The Player (THE PLAYER) had confessed their love for him and asked to join him on a date. Now technically, it was against the rules for the inhabitants of Twisted Wonderland to interact with the Player in that way, but this was one rule that even Riddle was willing to break. He couldn’t wait for Sunday to arrive and your very first date.

You remembered the first day you attended class in Twisted Wonderland. You’d been wildly excited to attend classes (about magic!) and see all the characters from your favorite game. That ended at lunch. You’d been in line, waiting for your turn to buy a sandwich, when you’d heard an unsettling voice behind you, “Hee hee, you’re so short, I’mma call you Shrimpy.” You’d turned to look over your shoulder carefully and met the mismatched eyes of Floyd Leech. Only for a moment before he smiled and all your attention belonged to those sharp, pointed teeth. It was then that you realized the appeal of a character was not the same in a game, where you were safe behind a screen, as it was in real life. In real life, a dangerous mafioso eel is actually rather intimidating to stand in front of in a line.

For that reason, you feel rather strange about the possibility that you’d one day meet Malleus Draconia. Before the Floyd incident, you’d been excited to be ‘that student’ the one who wasn’t at all afraid of him and you’d just become super friends right away. Only, now you wondered if you’d actually cower silently or join the ranks of the many nervous NPC’s that dash out of his way in the hall. You wonder how much credence to put into the mysterious aura TWST claimed for him to have.

It remained only a thought in your head until the day you turned a corner in the hall to see the infamous Diasomnia crowd coming down the other end of the hall. It was immediately obvious that, yes, Malleus had quite the ominous aura. You might have stood silently in the hall and let him turn toward the third year’s classrooms without saying a word except, you seemed to also have some strange aura as an isekai’d student. Students backing away from the imposing Diasomnia guards would suddenly become aware of you and stop, unsure of which way to turn. Before long, the entire hallway was at a stand-still. The only change was that the Diasomnia students had become aware of you and were watching with keen interest.

You cursed your fate in TWST, the game seeming to insist that you be the main character in each awkward situation; the decision of how to progress the route entirely left to your own designs. “Um,” you begin awkwardly, “How wonderful, I had been meaning to talk with you Malleus?” You cringe at how your statement ends up being more of a question than a request. It has the desired effect though; students look back and forth between you in awe and then quickly empty from the halls. In a short time, only you and the four students from Diasomnia remain.

Malleus turns curious eyes to you and enquires, “You wished to have words with me, Child of Man?” Here all your daydreams fall apart; at no time during all your earlier visions of talking to Malleus did you actually plan something to say to him. You stare at him, wide eyed and then feel your mouth open and were horrified when words emerged, “Gargoyles. I just love ‘em.” Malleus’s eyes open wide and then he smiles slightly, putting his hand to his mouth, as though pondering that deep wisdom, “Is that so?” You nod dumbly, “Oh yeah, I wish there was like a way to learn more about them…”

The way his eyes lit up in delight erased any uncertainty you had been feeling. You felt all your misgivings about him evaporate; he wasn’t the fearsome Malleus Draconia, he was your friend Tsunataro! You smiled at him and the others, genuine warmth creeping into your expression. Lilia looks back and forth between you and then smiles knowingly, “Well boys, why don’t we just move along and let these two talk, hmm?” Then he makes shooing motions at Silver and Sebek to herd them down the hall, pausing to give you a wink before following. You decided that Lilia was as strange in person as he was in the game; who winks at someone the first time you meet?

You turn your attention back to Malleus and are shocked to find him right at your side. How can someone that large move so quietly? You resist the impulse to back up and look up into his eyes instead. He chuckles, “My, you are a brave one.” Instead of being offended, he looks rather happy at the prospect. “Perhaps you are brave enough to join me in Gargoyle Studies club?” he offers with feigned indifference. You smile up at him and lay a hand on his arm in a friendly fashion, “Of course Malleus, I’d love to join you!”

He looks startled for a moment, “You know who I am? And you’d still join me?” You laugh and think, ‘oh, it’s this plotline.’ So, you sweetly reply, “Of course, I’m not afraid of you at all.” He smiles in amusement, “No?” You fluster and start stammering, “No, not at all. I mean you were my favorite in the game. I really think you look cool in your dorm uniform and the way you banter at the other dorm leaders is so fun.” You shake your head in embarrassment and return your eyes to his face only to find him rather shocked. “Game…” he says slowly, and your eyes go wide; you’d broken the only rule of this world; you’d spoken of the ‘game.’ You were speechless, standing rooted in the hall and no longer feeling like such a main character.

Finally, Malleus smiles with all his teeth displayed, “Player, how bold of you to speak out.” You thought he meant to be friendly but suddenly, it seemed rather ominous. “I…I think I’m not supposed to talk about that. Can you not tell the others?” He chuckles deeply and places a hand on your shoulder, “Worry not, dear Player. This shall be our secret.” You let out a small sigh of relief, at least this player business wouldn’t be all over the school. Then he leans closer and whispers, “And you’ll join me in the Gargoyle Studies Club, yes?” You nod, “Oh yes, I will. I…I’m looking forward to it?” You no longer sound confident at all, but his eyes narrow in satisfaction as he allows you to depart. You do so quickly, wondering if anything bad would come of your misstep. Surely not, it was only the one time and you’d be sure never to make that same mistake again!

Malleus watches you go with great pleasure. A secret shared; such things are binding between the two who share it. As a fae, he knew better than most how such bindings can be made to be more permanent. Yes, it was true that speaking to the Player in such a manner was taboo. However, Malleus was a Prince of the Dark Court; what care did he have for taboo? He’d dare far more to bind the Player to his side. This, this was just a fortuitous beginning to a very long partnership between you. He’d make sure of it.

#twst #twisted wonderland #self aware au #tw: yandere #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus draconia #yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere riddle #yandere riddle x reader #yandere riddle rosehearts x reader

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Good evening Fandom :) Gonna try and be more concise and mini this time haha Wasn’t so mini last time. Imma really try LOL Also the gif library just refuses to pull anything that's new and its driving me nuts. Guess all the pretty gifs will have to wait till summer when the library gets it's act together and I can be more in depth. LOL This is supposed to mini anyways. I'll do my best to make this brief but impactful haha This is a new gear for me.

6x02 The Hammer

Their first interaction is fraught af. Tim is radiating hurt still not that I blame him. He is trying to sweep it under the rug but the man is hurting. I do love Lucy trying to let him know not how healthy communication works. heh She's not wrong. You know I was so Tim in this moment before therapy. Surprise surprise right?

Deeply hurt but when it gets brought up I shirked it off. Try to put it in a box and bury it. Lucy is right it’s not healthy. But he isn’t in the place to receive that right now. I do love her saying they have stuff to talk about if she ever goes under. Yes.... yes you do. Lucy seems to have calmed down at this point and Tim isn’t there yet…

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Lucy getting roped into the ring thing LOL Their tension is immediate as they sandwich Angela in their fight. Angela is the fandom as she watches them bicker. My goodness not hiding how they feel whatsoever….Tense af while they’re fighting. Could cut it with a knife. Sniping at each other. Tim saying he knew she wasn't really over it.

Which kills my 'calmed down' theory for Lucy haha Even though they're at odds Tim still offers his help because it's his girl. Lucy saying she will accept it even if she doesn’t need it. These two.. Angela's final words had me laughing. Wanting to come and enjoy their fight with popcorn. Tim saying she’s not funny on the way out hahaha Not in the mood for his bestie either.

Love Lucy reaching out to touch him and make a joke bout Hammer's real name. Tim full of sass asking if he can finish? Well I never Timothy. LOL He has a warrant out and it’s outstanding that'll make this easy.... Even worse he loves to fight cops. Oh boy. Ladies first lmfao oh Tim I love you so. Putting his hand on her back. She’s smiling though.

OMG I can’t believe Tim tried to get her to fight the Hammer. My love no.... Her argument is solid af that she has to look amazing. That no one cares what he looks like. I mean I care what he looks like but it’s true she needs to look hot at haha Tim caving because well it's Lucy. Like fighting the sun right now. heh Lucy telling him he’s got this. Oh my lord it's so cute.

Lucy wanting to jump in but Tim stops her. My heart. He’s getting his ass kicked at first oof. Tim launching off the bed to kick Hammer into the closet. Holy shit that was sexy. I hope this fight gets gif'd it was great. He wins though. Well done Tim that was fine as hell. Got my motor revving.

Oh my goodness him bending on one knee and looking at her. The looks are LOADED here. Especially on Lucy's end. Getting me all in my feels goodness. Especially Lucy’s face. Myriad of emotions going on there. Foreshadowing at it's finest Oh my. I have a feeling when do the summer review I'll have a novel on this. Tim passes the hell out shortly after. Getting asthma attack just looking at him.

Love the set up girls night/boys night and their talk bout their relationship. Celina asking Lucy to have less baking at her party HA! Naww love Celina thinking in those terms. Lucy saying that's way off. Seeming worried it’s not in their future. Heart clutch. Adore this back and forth between Lucy and Tim at the parties LOVING Chastity telling Lucy like it is. Calling her out really. Even she can see it. I mean feel like Lucy is scared and just won't back down from this path.

It's not just Tim. It's her too but she is digging her heels in. I can’t say I don’t agree with Tim on the projection. Lucy using Isabel as an excuse for that. I think she is using it more than he is IMO at this point in time. She usually is right on the money with Tim. This time doesn't feel like it. Almost as if she’s using Isabel as a scape goat for being scared more so than Tim. Lucy saying she’s fine. Lying liar my love lying liar.

Poor Tim wanting to show he’s not the problem my love. That he's not the only one. There is clearly still a lot to sort through for them. This scene is proof of that. Lucy gets a call from Tim to meet at the station. This has to be the lie detector test. Harper telling her to run I was dying.

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How cute is Tim in his black shirt all wired up for her? I'm dying how precious it was. The way she crosses the room sweet lord. Eyeing her prey. She basically is straddling his thigh. Imma pass out. Getting as close as she can to him. Basically hugging his thigh with hers. I’m getting hot under the collar already. She is so ready to ask him anything but UC questions to start this off. Clearly wanting to ask him specific things on her mind since he's hooked up to the machine.

The bug question LMAO. The most Tim and Lucy thing ever. Of course that man doesn't release the bugs haha. Very her to ask him to do it though. God this was so cute I cannot. Small little insight to their relationship we don't usually get to see.

Then she went right after it with asking if he loves her? A question I think has been weighing on her mind for awhile. Knowing she can immediately see if he's lying. Gah look at him light up. The way he leans into her. Reminding of his posture in 5x09 when he asked her out again. Just as serious now as he was then. Saying he loves her ugh my heart. Our big softie in action in this moment.

Lucy couldn’t be happier with this answer. Same look she got whenever he complimented her in the past. They be beaming everyone. Then he get’s a big fact lie with the UC question crap. Now I feel this isn't fair. Because the man LIVES to support her but he is a struggle bus about this path. To me that 'lie' wasn't because he doesn't support her. To me just those damn demons that won't rest for him.

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Tim looking fine af. Looking for his girl of courses sigh. Cool cool cool fun angsty glances. Damn you gif library was primo angsty looks. Even though they’re sitting next to each other it’s the most physical distance seen between them really in ever. Yeah their arms are touching but not much else. More angsty looks between them at the reception. Gah they’re intense as hell.

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Tim coming to find her my heart. Being the one to break the distance. Asking her to dance and confronting this issue. So proud of him and what he tells her. What a man. He's owning the trauma he still carries. Which is HUGE for him. Lucy thanking him and saying they'll make it through. I love this. Always love us touching back on. 'Unless it is.' moment. Because yeah this is hard but they're worth it and they continually see that and show it.

Now do I love it squarely being just on Tim this UC Fight? No I don't. I do think she is still having doubts but love him laying it out there. I think the issue's Lucy is having just haven't been confronted yet. Their fight from 6x01 was about Tim's issues for most part. Her's were for sure in there just not as prominently. I'm hopeful we touch on her's later this season.

This still feel unresolved to me and imbalanced. Especially now that Tim has admitted some fault to their problems as of late. I feel like I have a really good grasp on these characters. To me my gut is telling me Lucy is scared, having doubts, worried about a long term assignment. What it'll mean for them. Her side of it still needs to be delved into. 5x20-5x21 shook her more than she is letting on. Truly think this just hasn't been explored yet. Because they both have things to resolve with this career choice.

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Also wanna note in this lovely scene. Lucy has her hands all over her him and I’m about it my god. The intimate swaying and leaning into each other. That magnetic force of their's bringing them back together. Their bodies relaxing for the first time in this entire episode. Just happy to be near one another. They're glowing when they come back together in this moment.

Gah their chemistry is out of this world. Her hand on the back his head too phew lord and we get a return ILY. *heart clutch* Lucy's eyes searching his face hoping her saying as such soothes his wounds a little. The cute lie detector line I cannot. It’s was so precious. Their smiles have me on cloud 9. Couldn't be more in love if these two tried. *happy sigh*

Lucy and Tim leading the charge hot damn they pretty. Tim in formal wear and his badge? Lord help me. Phew this was a HEFTY one. So many things to sort through. Like I said in my OG post these are first thoughts. Should be interesting to see how they change come summer and we're in the hiatus.

Thank you to everyone who liked the premiere post. These are a different gear for me glad they're liked ha Imposter Syndrome is real ya'll lol Feel free to comment your thoughts I love chatting about them and this season best part of going through it together for first time. See you all next week!

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Side notes-non Chenford

Lmao the cold open. Daddy cop was always a fav one of mine.

Hey Henry is back sorta. ha

Love Luna checking in on Aaron. Then having a little ptsd poor love.

Oscar is back too LOL

‘Miss Cleo' nickname LMAO

Poor Aaron having a rough time of it. I was worried he was leaning on Celina too much tbh. Also that kiss yikes my man yikes...

#Caitlin's Mini Reviews #chenford #s6 #6x02 The Hammer #the rookie 6x02 #otp: doing my job #otp: you know me so well. too well.#otp: some things matter more #otp: you did good #otp: you're nothing like him.#otp: unless it is #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #the rookie #lucy x tim #eric winter #melissa o'neil

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pandenewie · 6 months

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RULE TWO: Wednesday = Study Date

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“Okay, so I was thinking we could all go to the movies tonight. I heard they’re doing a rescreening of 10 Things I Hate About You tonight so, obviously, I want to go.” Danielle rambles, her arms interlinked with Eunchae and Y/n’s as the trio walk through the school halls.

“Omg, we could all dress in Y2k! It would be so cute.” Eunchae exclaims. “I could wear that top I sent in the group chat last week.” “Wait, I’m meeting up with Niki after school.” Y/n pouts, earning confused looks from their friends. “Isn’t this whole relationship just a during-school thing? Why are you guys going on an actual date?” Eunchae asks. “It’s not an actual date, it’s a study date and it’s part of the rules we set. Hanging out after school will make everything more believable.” Y/n clarifies, earning eye rolls from the girls.

“Study dates are real dates, Y/n.” Eunchae points out. “And how is it going to make things more believable if no one sees it?” Danielle asks, confused. Y/n chooses to blatantly ignore the way Danielle pointed out the clear flaws in their logic. "We'll be in the library, people will see us. Hanging out with him one day a week isn't going to kill me." Y/n frowns, earning snickers from their friends. "I'm just saying, it seems like the whole fake part of this fake dating thing is starting to become a little blurry." Eunchae shrugs.

As the day goes by, Eunchae’s words linger on Y/n’s mind. Are the rules of their fake relationship with Niki already starting to blur? Surely not… they don’t see him in any way other than a friend. Besides the hand-holding and occasional kiss on the cheek (which there’s thankfully only been one so far), they’re not doing anything out of the ordinary.

The sudden feeling of pressure on their head snaps Y/n out of their thoughts. Looking up, they see Niki standing in front of them - the pressure in question being his hand, which is currently ruffling Y/n’s hair.

“You were spaced out.” Niki states simply, stopping the contact now that he has Y/n’s attention. Y/n mumbles out an apology, bringing their hands up in an attempt to fix the hairs Niki had successfully messed up. Giving up after a few tries, Y/n goes back to sorting their art supplies (not missing the way Niki subtly readjusts the remaining messy strands.)

“Do you really need all this stuff for one day?” Niki asks, eyes wide as he takes in the variety of art supplies Y/n is shoving into their bag. It’s struggling to zip up at this point and Niki is certain they don’t need everything. “I don’t know what I’m going to be working on today so I need to be prepared for everything.” Y/n shrugs, sending a reassuring smile to Niki before attempting to sling their bag over the shoulder.

Emphasis on attempting. Niki’s eyes narrow in on Y/n’s hand - shaking ever-so-slightly due to the contents of the bag. They won’t last 2 minutes carrying that bag, let alone the 15 minute walk to the local library. With a playful roll of the eyes, Niki holds out his hand to Y/n. Y/n smiles widely up at Niki before quickly placing their hand in his - the endearing action making him break out into a grin. “I meant the bag. I’ll carry it for you.”

Niki’s words cause Y/n’s face to immediately flush with embarrassment. They practically rip their hand from his grip, face beet-red and cough awkwardly. “Oh, um… it’s okay… I’ve got it.” Y/n mumbles, adjusting their bag strap uncomfortably. Niki looks at them skeptically but shrugs nonetheless, picking his own school bag up with ease. “Whatever you say.”

Not even a minute passes before Y/n turns to Niki, their head bowed sheepishly as they hold their bag out for him to take. He smirks at this, chuckling out a quiet “I told you so” before taking the bag from their grip. Y/n promises to take over when Niki’s shoulder starts getting sore but the boy rejects the offer, claiming the bag is light and he’ll be fine. That’s a lie. It’s heavy. And Y/n’s giant sketchbook sits at an uncomfortable angle so it’s constantly digging slightly into his back. Niki, however, doesn’t mention any of this to Y/n.

The library is quiet - as expected. There’s a handful of other people throughout the building, a few families in the children’s section, elders reading the paper, and even a handful of fellow students scattered around the young adult sections. Niki and Y/n head upstairs to the common area and pick a table in the far back. That way the two are free to chat without disrupting the peace of others.

As soon as Y/n has set up their art supplies, they immediately get started working on a sketch. Remembering that the two are not just here to hang out, Niki reluctantly pulls out his school books - deciding to work on geography first.

Niki had originally picked up the class because Jay had mentioned the annual Japan trip. When he learned that he had to actually retain knowledge about countries other than Japan, he almost immediately regretted signing up.

He sits there, staring at his work for what seems like hours, internally counting each second that goes by. He reaches 487 before Y/n gently places their pencil down and looks at him expectantly. Niki looks back, slightly confused, earning a small laugh from Y/n.

“You’re clearly distracted… what’s wrong?” Y/n asks. So they did notice… Y/n’s observant like that. Despite his clear boredom and lack of motivation, some part of Niki feels the need to at least pretend he was working - as if Y/n would be more impressed that way. “Who, me? I’m not distracted… just doing my geography work.”

“Is that a pirate map?” Y/n’s question causes Niki to chuckle awkwardly. He looks down at his geography book, the colourful picture of islands, volcanos and even an x for buried treasure staring back at him. “It’s my assignment… maps are one of the most crucial parts of geography, you know?” He attempts to argue. “Real maps… of real places.” Y/n points out. Niki mumbles out how “Riki-land is a real place” earning a gentle laugh from Y/n as they reach over to grab his book. Grabbing one of their pencils, Y/n begins to quickly sketch a few things on Niki’s map.

“Maps focus on realism, which means things have to be to scale. If a map is not to scale, you can’t read it. Colours are okay as long as you say what they represent in the key, so you would have to write that the red x is where the treasure is.” Y/n states simply, handing the drawing back to Niki. They’ve done a few quick doodles to match what they were saying, annotating different parts of Niki’s map with ease. “Everyone knows x is where the treasure is.” He comments sarcastically, earning a laugh from Y/n.

“Enough about my stupid map, what are you working on?” Niki asks enthusiastically. Amid his boredom, he noticed that Y/n had been rather aggressively scribbling in their sketchbook. “I’m trying to get some of my portfolio done… but it’s not going well.” Y/n admits, nervously. They open the book to the page they were working on, a few rough sketches scribbled over and erased.

“Is there any way I can help? I don’t take art but I know enough about it.” Niki offers, watching intently as Y/n buries their head in their hands. The action causes an unfamiliar feeling to tug at Niki’s heart. “You can’t help me. Not unless you can think of something beautiful in everyday life.” Y/n mumbles. “Other than me?” Niki’s joke earns a glare in response from Y/n, only adding to his chuckles. “Come on, it’s genius! What’s more beautiful in everyday life than your boyfriend?”

Y/n thinks that’s the first time Niki has ever referred to himself as their boyfriend. They repress the butterflies that begin to swarm in the pit of their stomach and instead turn to a fresh page of their sketchbook.

“I guess it could work… maybe if I do a more candid sketch…” Y/n mumbles to themself, jotting a few words down in their book. Suddenly, Y/n’s eyes widen as an idea pops into their mind, like those moments in cartoon’s where a light bulb shines above a characters head. Maybe Niki really is a genius…

“Niki, stop posing.”

“You’re literally drawing me!”

“Yes but you’re supposed to act natural, you dork.”

Niki tilts his head awkwardly as he strikes another pose. He claims it’s to get the best angle for the drawing but secretly it’s just an excuse to make Y/n laugh. “Okay, okay, enough fooling around.” Y/n laughs before reaching forward to gently cup Niki’s face. The boy freezes at the sudden contact, the delicate touches of Y/n’s hands against his jaw causing his heart to spark wildly.

Y/n carefully moves Niki’s head to find the perfect angle - turning and tilting until it’s just right. Their hands then drop to his shoulders and go through the same steps until Niki’s pose is deemed perfect. “Okay, now don’t move until I’ve finished the outline.” Y/n mumbles. Niki doesn’t think he could move if he wanted to. It’s almost as if he’s frozen in place.

Cut it out, he thinks to himself. Y/n's a friend - nothing more, nothing less. They're already doing him a big favour by helping him out with the whole dating thing - the last thing he wants to do is betray their kindness with unreciprocated feelings. If even he's trying hard to push away these fluttering thoughts, he can only imagine how put off Y/n would be.

"Look at me." Y/n mumbles softly. Niki doesn't want to look - scared that his eyes say everything that's running through his mind. He does though. And he's grateful he does.

Y/n's nose scrunches slightly when they concentrate; a cute detail Niki has failed to notice until now. They also bite their lip when they're thinking particularly hard and tap their pen when they're trying to remember their train of thought.

"You have nice eyebrows." Y/n comments mindlessly as their hand comes up to gently move a strand of hair from Niki's eye. It's so they can see his face more clearly… for the drawing… definitely not an excuse just to touch his hair.

"Uh… thanks? I grew them myself." Niki mumbles, his eyes fluttering shut at the gentle touch. Y/n snorts at his words and Niki curses at himself for missing the view of them laughing up close. Niki's face suddenly feels very, very cold and he opens his eyes to see that Y/n has completely moved away.

"I think I've got the main points. You can move around freely now." Y/n smiles. "Can I see?" Niki asks, eagerly. Y/n's face tints pink at Niki's enthusiasm as they sheepishly turn the book around to show him. "I just did the outlines and stuff so it's nothing special yet…" Y/n’s words get drowned out as Niki’s gaze zones in on the drawing. Sure, the features aren’t fully there yet (in fact, the face is just mapped out with circles and lines) but the pure attention to detail in the outline is enough to have Niki’s eyes widening.

“That's nothing special? It’s better than hours of work from me.” He gapes in awe. “Like seriously, how are you this talented?” Y/n didn’t think they could get any redder but in comes Niki with his compliments and they’ve already achieved a shade of blush they didn’t know was humanly possible. “Do you think you’ll finish it tonight?” The question causes Y/n to look at Niki with confusion. What’s with the rush? “Uh… I mean, maybe? Drawing people always takes longer since it’s so easy to mess up.” Y/n trails off. “Could you try? I really wanna see the final product.” Niki almost begs, his eyes shining slightly as he looks from the drawing to Y/n. How on earth can they say no when he looks so happy?

Y/n had expected Niki to go back to his own work when they began drawing again - maybe play on his phone or sit there bored out of his mind. They did not expect him to place his chin in his hands and watch every pencil stroke in awe.

“How’s your map coming along?” Y/n asks sarcastically. They know Niki hasn’t even looked at his work in over an hour now. The boy just hums in response, eyes still glued to the drawing that is slowly coming together. It’s almost like he’s in a trance - watching the way Y/n’s hand skillfully glides the pencil across the page. It’s soothing. Before Niki knows it, his eyes begin to flutter shut.

The sound of his name being whispered along with a gentle poke to the nose slowly pulls Niki out of his slumber. His eyes flutter open just enough to see Y/n smiling at him, immediately fluttering closed once again when he realises they were the one who disrupted his sleep.

“Niki… we’ve gotta go… the library’s closing soon.” Y/n mumbles, poking Niki’s nose once again. The boy groans and shakes his head, burying it further into his arms. “Just leave me here.” He mumbles, tiredly. “They’re gonna kick us out in a second.” Y/n sighs. “And besides, I have to walk you home. I don’t trust you to not pass out on the way.” Niki only groans more at this, the thought of being walked home takes a shot at his pride.

“Come on, you big dork.” Y/n teases, using all their strength to pull Niki up by the arm. "Only if you let me walk you home." Niki bargains, narrowing his eyes at Y/n. Rolling their eyes at Niki's stubbornness, Y/n agrees.

Niki's pride will be the death of him. Why couldn't he just let Y/n walk him home? Because he wants to appear manly and strong and in his stupid mind, walking Y/n home proves both those things. That's how he found himself stumbling in the opposite direction of his house, carrying both his and Y/n's bags and aggressively blinking away any signs of sleep. Thankfully, Y/n's house isn't too far away.

"We're here." Y/n suddenly speaks and Niki realises it's the first time either of them said a word since they left the library. Niki looks up at Y/n's house - it's relatively small, nicely decorated and Niki can see the outline of a cat waiting in the window.

"Thanks for walking with me, even if you almost fell asleep halfway." Y/n smiles. "Don't sweat it." Niki shrugs, ruffling Y/n's hair before handing them their school bag. "Oh! Before I forget," Y/n exclaims, opening the bag and pulling out their sketchbook. They flip to the page with the drawing of Niki and rip it out, handing him the paper. "Think of it as a 'thanks for walking me home' present." They continue, smiling brightly.

Niki's brows furrow slightly as he takes the paper in his grasp. "I thought this was for your portfolio?" He asks. "It was… but I want you to have it," Y/n says sweetly. Niki never knew such simple words could cause his heart and mind to go so crazy. "And besides, I could always just draw you again."

Niki's blushing - possibly more than he ever has before. He thanks his lucky stars that it's dark out, cause there's no way in hell he could joke his way out of this one. No one gets this red over a friend.

"Thanks… now I feel like I should give you something." Niki mumbles, hurriedly opening his bag to find anything that he could gift to Y/n. Finding his geography book, he quickly opens it and rips out his pirate map (a lot less gracefully than Y/n had). He hands it to Y/n with a wide smile, the expression and gesture making them snort with laughter.

"Thanks, Niki." Y/n smiles. "Uh… you can call me Riki if you want." The words come out before Niki even has time to process what he said. Did he really just tell them to use his real name? His friends don't even call him that most days.

"Oh.. okay." Y/n smiles. "I should probably get inside. Thanks for walking me home… and for the pirate map… have a good night, Riki." Niki ignores the way his heart flutters at the sound of his name pushing past Y/n's lips. "I'll see you at school tomorrow." Niki mumbles, watching as Y/n steps into the house. He waits until they're safely inside to start walking back to his place.

Niki goes to bed that night more confused than when he woke up. He likes spending time with Y/n, watching them draw and making them laugh. He even liked carrying their stupid bag with far too many art supplies. But all of that doesn't mean that he likes them…

…

Does it?

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muffinsin · 5 months

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Hey, this one’s less nsfw and more fluffy.

Could I request dani with an s/o that is an absolute romantic and literally treats her like a princess? Like I imagine when dani is in the library she reads all these fairytales about Prince Charming and she secretly wants someone to sweep her off her feet. And she finally gets it, someone who can keep up with her pace and match her energy. Surprise bouquets, serenading, reciting poetry, kisses her hand when they first meet, etc. Just spoiling the fuck out of her.

Omg absolutely. Dani deserves nothing less but the absolute princess treatment imo!🎀

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Meeting you was the best thing that has happened to Daniela in her reborn life. She isn’t over-estimating this. It’s simply the truth

She was in the library as usual, reading her favourite book yet again. Although, this time, it seemed more as though she merely flipped the pages

Her back was set against a bookshelf, her head leaning back

It was then that she heard your unique voice. A voice she would never forget

“O she doth teach the torches to burn bright. It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night. As a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear”

A quote, from the book in her hand. A quote of the moment Romeo expressed his feelings, his first impression of his dear Juliet. Daniela jumped from the suddenness of your voice

“You know this book?”, she asked, breathless

From then on out, Daniela had her eye on you. And, more importantly, she knew yours was set on hers

Each day she found a new, beautiful flower set outside the door to her room. Each time with strange initials written on a paper clip that was wrapped around the stem. Later on, she learned those were yours

And not only this, but as you gifted her rose after rose, she had noticed one thing; they never sported any thorns

“Because how dare they prickle the finger of such a beautiful, nimble creature such as yourself, Lady Daniela. No, it would be a vast crime indeed to harm a beauty such as yourself”, you had reasoned when she confronted you about this

She fell fast, but also, hard. And it was genuine. She learned to love your laughter and she loved being the reason for it

She blushed often around you, and kept a vase in her room, the most beautiful one, to hold all her dear gifted roses. It became a bouquet, the most beautiful one in all of Castle Dimitrescu, as time stretched on

Daniela had been called many things in her life- delusional, was one of the terms that struck her especially hard

Even Cassandra and Bela had used it on her

Delusional,

Such high expectations

A mutant’s life is not one of romance

Yet you proved them all wrong

You were raised from your low staff position to the one of Daniela’s personal servant in mere hours of her finding out about your identity. She couldn’t get enough of you

And neither could you of her

Daniela grew addicted to the way you treated her, loved her, and eventually to you

She found poems in her room after you were tasked to clean it, a note sitting on her bed inviting her to a date nearly every time. Secretly, she messed her room more often than normal, eager to see you more often

Upon experiencing your first date together, Daniela knew she was head over heels smitten, more so than the naive redhead often and normally was

You had taken her to a date in the opera hall, at night, when it had been just the two of you

Daniela had blushed bright pink when you bowed down and gripped her soft hand upon seeing her. She neglected her gloves and sickle, and it had paid off

She was sure she would faint when you held her hand softly and pressed a kiss, a sweet greeting, to her knuckles

How romantic

You knew your way around music, your fingers playing a steady rhythm as the two of you shared the small seat in front of the piano

It was refreshing to be with someone who’s heartbeat picked up around her for an entirely different reason than fear

Daniela was addicted to the feeling

She sung and laughed as you played the lovely tune, and giggled when you joined in, singing verse after verse,

Singing of auburn hair and golden eyes,

Beautiful lips and soft, pale skin,

A beauty in the distance growing nearer and nearer

It was then that she had kissed you. She never bothered holding back, and perhaps she was even in a rush, too used to the love she felt disappearing. To her lover losing interest

But you did not

In fact, in time your love only grew, as did hers

She was gifted bouquets and rare treasures and chocolates from the duke, showered in love and affection

And your attention? It was solely hers

She spent her days with you entirely, her head on your thighs as you read to her with a hand in her beautiful locks, or told her about the outside world and what you had heard of it

You had been the one to ask her to be yours, and she jumped at the opportunity

Never had she even taken this step. She had always claimed; and yet, never had she been claimed. Not until you

She had worn the dress you had gotten her with hard earned money, beautiful and green, matching the gemstone at her necklace and contrasting beautifully with her pale skin and hair

You made her stand out

That night, the opera hall was all yours once again

A servant of unknown nature playing the piano obediently as the two of you laughed and sang, danced and kissed the night away

She was sure she would faint when you pulled her onto the stage and danced with her, swirling her around and holding her tight

And then, when she laughed and sank to her knees after hours, and you did the same, and your hand held hers, you asked her

And she said yes, with tears in her eyes, the first time the young woman had been official. It felt good

Of course, your relationship did not go unnoticed by her family and servants

However, it seemed the closer you grew with Daniela, the more respect and power you earned. You were untouchable, fit for your queen

And as a queen she was treated,

Showered with gifts and cuddled whenever she wished,

Kissed and protected,

She smiled daily and blushed sweetly at every flower that was handed to her, as though it was the first

She was taken on dates frequently and cared for, carried when the floor was filthy and massaged in a hot bath,

Coddled and painted

She was your muse, as she had always been

She she wouldn’t have it any other way

{For sure got a bit off track, although I plan on continuing something, if not by far more than 1 thing, along the lines of Daniela getting her fairytale partner soon! Maybe even a proper story wohoo! I’ve had a Cassandra one once btw-} {I love Dani sm ;-;}

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil village

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gabessquishytum · 8 months

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🍃 anon your mind!!

Hob finds himself in The Dreaming. He’s been there before maybe a handful of times now, a privilege he doesn’t realize he has as one of the few who know Dream for what He Is, but this is the first time Hob passes the gates.

Hob flows through the library as if he’s on a conveyor belt, shelves and titles passing by just slowly enough to read but too quick to pick up. Hob reaches one in particular ‘His Name: Jim’, but is whisked all the way to set of doors similar to the gate but so much more… delicate, responsive? Hob means to push through but the doors open with barely a touch.

The throne room - it is clearly the throne room. It’s the centerpiece of the entire chamber - is grand, no doubt: the ceiling is nearly too high to see, the stained glass windows loop and swirl settling and reforming, and the stairs… at once a serene bend and then impossibly, dauntingly long, leading to a single seat.

Striking, Hob thinks. Artistic. Impressive.

Lonely.

And there. On that grand, imposing, unapproachable pedestal, there was his Dream. Somehow as frigid as a statue yet pouring over the arms, liquid and resting his hand upon his

Belly?

Hob blinked twice. There was no doubt, Hob had lived several centuries, seen his mother heavy with two of his sisters, and he’d had a wife and a child (…’children’ he corrected. Always corrected.)

Point being, he knew what pregnancy looked like.

So here was his Stranger, eyes closed, rubbing slow circles over his stomach, seemingly lost to the world. If you could call this a ‘world’? And here was Hob watching, with not a clue what to do or how he was here or

Why he wasn’t the one holding Dream instead of that fucking chair.

Hob takes the first steps in a while since that strange conveyor through the castle, deliberately setting his foot on the stairway. He begins to ascend

‘Hob Gadling?’

He can’t see Dream from his current place on the stairs, but he would recognize that voice anywhere even if he and Dream *weren’t* the only beings in this vast hall (Hob isn’t positive on this, but he and Dream were the only beings Hob gave a damn about at the moment even if not).

His eyes snap up and he takes the stairs two at a time, breath somehow remaining steady despite the exertion, and just as he rounds this turn to catch a glimpse of Dream again, this time leaning forward on one slim arm the other cradling his rounded belly, Hob says

He blinks awake, legs twisted so thoroughly into his blankets he would have tripped if he’d tried to get up.

‘Running…’ Hob breathes out. He unwraps the sheet and blankets around him, sighs and lies back on his pillow. He’s not sure what his subconscious is pulling on him, but he knows it’s trouble. Dream is barely his friend now - after centuries! - Hob can’t afford to get distracted.

He absolutely can’t afford to be horny about the whole thing.

But his brain can’t stop rewinding to that first impression: Dream, serene, rubbing soothing circles over his full belly. So prominent on his boney frame.

Hob closes his eyes and wills himself to sleep.

What he actually does is spend an hour Not Thinking about Dream and eventually having a cold shower just in time to leave for his first class.

This is nothing.

It’s fine.

- 🎱 anon

(I have …more help)

Omg yes!! Here's the link to 🍃's original ask for those who missed it. I'm definitely excited to talk more about this!! If you have more my dear anon, I'm always delighted to hear it!

I always love the idea of Hob accidentally dreaming himself into Dream’s personal space, either because he's just thinking about him so much or because the dreaming subconsciously recognises him as an Important Person and lets him get through the usual walls that sheild Dream from normal people. I particularly love this idea of Hob seeing Dream in this truly intimate moment... the two of them staring at each other, both lost for words.

And then Hob wakes up.

And it's not that Dream is embarrassed. He's more than a god, such things are nothing to him. But. He values his relationship with Hob Gadling, their fragile and still fresh friendship is special to him. He wouldn't want it to be spoiled. But there's nothing he can do - the dream within him is close to being born and he can't go into the waking world in this state. He'll simply have to hope that Hob forgets his dream or passes it off as nonsense.

Little does he know that Hob is spending his day desperately trying to catch a nap, even a snatch of sleep, so he can get back to the dreaming. He's concerned for his friend but there's something more than that. He can't let go of the image of Dream holding his gravid belly with tender hands. He feels this tugging sensation around his heart; a desperate and primal need. He needs to take Dream in his arms and hold him. It feels cosmically important.

The moment he drops into a brief sleep, his subconscious lands him right there in the throne room, just in time to find Dream crouching over, holding onto his throne with an iron grip. Dream’s face is twisted up, not in pain... but in pleasure.

And Hob realises that he's arrived just in time to see Dream give birth. Whoops!

#🎱 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw mpreg

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ryuichirou · 1 month

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More Crewel/Trein hcs

Anonymous asked:

OMG CREWELLLLLLLLLLLL! He looks as stunning as always. Quite down Devious if he's grabbing all of those condoms. I wonder who are they for?~ But that just reminded me that Trein and Crewel are a thing- Sooooo.... Trein x Crewel headcanons please?

Anonymous asked:

Any new thoughts on Crewel x Trein? The staff need more love. Except Vargas.

So uhhh sorry for the late reply, guys!

I thought it would be a quick one, because to be honest I don’t really have many new things to say about the two, especially because we don’t really see them often and don’t know much about them. But as I started writing, this happened.

I thought the post would be mostly wholesome but still ended up writing something horny. It isn’t that bad though, should’ve been more cursed to be honest.

Back when Crewel was a student, he saw a picture of younger Trein in a school photo album at NRC library. His initial reaction was to show it to everyone, but something stopped him, so he never did. For some reason, he felt very possessive and jealous over that newfound knowledge, even though the fact that Trein was young once isn’t really a secret lol He cringes when he thinks about it now. But he still comes to the library to look at it every once in a while. And thinks that Trein seemed like a bore even when he was Crewel’s age lol

Crewel was super happy when Trein let him to look after Lucius while he was gone (during the Masquerade event). When Trein mentioned that he was worried about Lucius because he couldn’t bring him for the trip, Crewel replied with “I can take care of him” so quickly that it was almost embarrassing. He himself wasn’t even sure why he was so eager to take the cat home, considering that he wasn’t even a cat person. This is why he made all those teasing jokes about how he was going to make Lucius learn all kinds of dog tricks – it was mostly him trying to make Trein remember that he was still annoying as fuck and wasn’t helping him out just to be nice.

Sam knows what’s up between them, mostly because Crewel chats with him every time he buys cigarettes and other stuff at his store. Crewel doesn’t lament about his conflicting feelings, but he does complain about Trein a lot, and Sam knows how to read people, so at this point this is Sam’s personal irl dorama lol Vargas wouldn’t know that something is going on even if he saw it with his own eyes, and Crowley… who knows?

Despite being seemingly naive and oblivious, Trein is aware that Crewel thinks that he is vanilla. Trein doesn’t think he is vanilla (in fact, he considers this term quite ridiculous), he just thinks he is classy + an old man. But it does tickle him when Crewel gets frustrated with him, so sometimes he even teases him by making it seem like he doesn’t understand what Crewel is talking about. Trein isn’t nearly as naïve as Crewel thinks he is, so he really enjoys it when Crewel is fuming but can’t explain why. This boy is such a child sometimes….

The first time Crewel kissed Trein was during some kind of after party for teachers after the school event. Vargas and Sam went to get more drinks, Crowley also wasn’t there (remember when they didn’t invite him? lol), so Crewel just sat closer to Trein, flirted with him and then just went for it. Maybe it was the alcohol, but Trein was kind of teasing him back, but he still didn’t realise that they would end up kissing.

Trein kind of thought that it wasn’t that serious, and that Crewel would finally calm down after that, in a “whatever happened back then doesn’t matter” way. But the opposite happened because Crewel started flirting with Trein more openly and aggressively after that, asking him personal questions, leaning and touching, acting like a predator at times. The mature thing to do for Trein would be to scold Crewel and set strong boundaries, but for some reason he didn’t… isn’t he just too lenient with this boy?

When that started happening, it was Trein’s turn to be conflicted, because Crewel suddenly got super determined, as if that one sloppy kiss made it super clear that he wants to fuck Trein. So it became his active mission all of a sudden, resulting in a lot of “by the way, when was the last time you had sex, Trein-sensei?” and “did you know that students used to make out on your desk when I myself was a student? I was one of these people”. These questions annoy and embarrass Trein, but he tries to stay calm… while obviously blushing.

Things very quickly turned pretty physical with them, basically Crewel just started catching Trein, hugging him, touching him, groping him sometimes; whenever they are alone, he’s going to cling and put his hands under Trein’s robes. He likes to touch his waist and hips, and a lot of times this is enough to leave poor Trein red and panting, but he does touch his private parts as well. And then at some point Crewel would start humping against his hips, and things would get so scarily close to them having sex at school, that Trein would push him away and avoid him for a couple of days.

Trein was refusing to have sex with Crewel for like a month or so, but then his strict “no” turned into “not in school”. Which prompted Crewel to invite him to his place or a hotel (preferable), but Trein refused… so, in school it is then. At the library. The same one where Crewel found that one picture all those years ago. But this time it’s not him looking at an old picture longingly, this time it’s him fucking the man from that picture on the desk. And the man biting his glove fiercely not to make any sound. He really hates how much he loves it.

Remember when Crewel thought that he would be free after having sex with Trein? Jokes on him, because now he is fully obsessed and thinks just how much bdsm Trein’s body could handle. He’ll definitely make him wear a collar now that he knows that Trein is going to complain, but ultimately do whatever he asks him to do. Even if it means that Trein is going to tease him afterwards for being a kid and playing with toys.

#replies #headcanons #crewtrein

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I JUST READ YOUR ROWAN FIC AND I'M LITERALLY IN LOVE! I just binge read all three parts in one go lmao. I'm so excited for part 4! But don't work yourself up tho, take your sweet time. I just wanted to appreciate how good your fics are!

OMG THANK YOU YOU’RE SO SWEET!! 🫶🫶

Here’s the long awaited part 4!! I’m so sorry it took so long, I’ve started a new school and I’ve been settling in!!

Love From You

Part Four

~ Rowan Laslow x Reader

~ Friends to lovers

~ Fluff, light angst

~ 1,378 words

~ Not proof read!

Key:

~ Y/N: YOUR NAME

~ Y/L/N: YOUR LAST NAME

~ A/N: AUTHOR’S NOTE

Befriending Rowan Laslow was something you had always wanted to do. Of course, you were always preparing yourself for your friend’s reactions, but mostly Enid’s.

So now that you can actually start a conversation with Rowan instead of saying “never mind” and walking off before he sees you, Enid’s teasing has changed. In other words, you’ve grown more confident, and so has she.

“I bet he would be loud in bed.”

“Enid.” You laugh awkwardly, shocked at the sudden comment. You were sitting in complete silence, finishing your history essay on the origin of trolls, while Enid was scrolling through Instagram, having finished her essay a week before because she surprisingly has better time management than you. “You can’t say that.”

“Why? Everyone knows that nerdy men are louder in bed.” Her eyes widen like she’s just come to a sudden realisation. “AND HE HAS ASTHMA!”

You look around the library nervously. Rowan usually comes in here to hang out, and you mostly look forward to it. Except right now you’re praying he decides to do something else instead.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“He has asthma, which means he’ll be extra noisy.” She says, like she was stating facts on a simple topic and not of her classmate in bed. “Probably breathless too. Maybe he’d have to use his asthma pump during it.”

“I still don’t understand why you’re speculating about how he is in bed.”

“Just getting you prepared, my good sire.” She pats you on the back. “Everyone’s noticed you two get closer.”

“We’re friends.” You must’ve said this about a hundred times since the day you befriended Rowan. It’s getting kind of tiring, because Enid knows as well as you that you want to make it more than that.

”Whatever you say. You know, he’s definitely a bottom. That’s something to add to your night scenarios.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Yet you continue to hang out with me.”

”What about Wednesday then, huh?”

Enid stops laughing and looks down awkwardly, fighting the pink off from her cheeks. “What about her?”

“Oh come on, E. I’m not blind. We’re not blind.”

“We?”

“Yes! Everyone! Just kiss her already, jesus.”

“I will when you kiss Rowan.” She says, elbowing you lightly.

You roll your eyes playfully, pulling your phone out when you hear a ding.

“Um no, finish your essay.” Enid really is staying true to her word about making you finish today.

“I will, I will. Just let me respond to Yoko first.”

After responding to a TikTok that Yoko sent to you, you exit out of the chat. Before you close the app, however, you notice a change in Rowan’s profile picture. You tap on his profile to see the picture better, and see that instead of the automatic icon that Instagram sets, it’s a photo of him smiling happily at the camera, someone’s arm around him holding the peace sign. Your heart warms with recognition at the photo you took with him.

“What’s made you so happy?” Enid looks over your shoulder at his profile.

“Nothing.” You turn your phone off and put it back into your pocket.

“‘We’re just friends.’” She says, putting on yet another impression of you and nudging your side again.

“Shhh. I have an essay to write.” You say, picking up your pen again.

“That’s convenient for you, isn’t it.”

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Rowan Laslow never ended up answering Xavier Thorpe’s question. He knows that refusing to answer won’t help him form a friendship with the boy, but how was he supposed to describe what happened? How is he meant to put into words the warm feeling he gets in his chest whenever he sees Y/N, and how the feeling grows and completely takes over his body whenever their face lights up with a smile? How is he meant to tell his roommate how confused he gets after he catches himself grinning at photos or messages from them? How does he confide in someone that he’s spoken to on only a few occasions, despite him being his roommate?

Rowan can tell that Xavier got frustrated at his lack of response. He simply gaped at Xavier, unable to describe what was on his mind. He stuttered a few false starts, not sure how to start the sentence, and then settled on “it was nothing” and grabbed his pyjamas from his bed, locking himself in the bathroom.

He assumed it was because he didn’t know how to react after making his first friend in years- he didn’t remember how having friends felt. After all, he was always cautious of his peers. He knew what they they saying he could hear them- with their whispering and muttering of words like “freak”, “outcast”, “weirdo” or something similar. What he never understood was why. Why are they calling him a freak when this is a school for freaks. Why are they calling him an outcast when they’re all outcasts?

It never made any sense to him, which is why he never let it get to him. Why should he be upset over something that simply doesn’t make sense? Despite this view on the bullies, he obviously let it get to him. Why else would he have a breakdown in the arms of someone he just met? Although its been a while, he’s pretty sure thats not how friends are made.

Yet it somehow worked. Rowan and Y/N had surprisingly become inseparable. Y/N, who, since they’re best friends with Enid, is by default, popular, and Rowan, the outcast. It’s an odd pair, and Rowan is always worried that Y/N is going to receive shit for befriending him. But if they have they haven’t let him know.

The door to the dorm opens and Xavier comes in, joined by Ajax Petropolus. The two boys stop laughing when they see Rowan sitting at his desk, staring at them. He turns his head back to his books and picks his pen up. Not the time.

“Listen, Rowan…” Ajax starts talking, taking a step towards Rowan. “I’m sorry about you being kicked out of the Nightshades. I really-“

Rowan didn’t hear the rest of what Ajax had to say. Instead, he put his headphones on, gathered his books, and left the dorm, remembering why he usually studies in the library.

The Nightshades’ voting system is a democracy with anonymous voting, so Rowan will never truely know if Ajax or Xavier voted him out or not. But people in the Nightshades voted him out and that’s all that matters to him. The one place where he felt as if he belonged. He was following in his mother’s footsteps in that stupid club. The one remaining tie he had to his mother’s legacy was severed by a bunch of cliché high school students who think they rule the place and didn’t want someone in the club just because he’s a little different.

It’s safe to say that Rowan Laslow doesn’t like any of the Nightshade members anymore.

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“Enid, shut up.”

“Why? Worried your boyfriend might hear?”

“I’m worried anyone is gonna hear. Normal people don’t make these kinds of jokes.”

“Normal? You don’t think I’m normal? It’s because I’m a lesbian isn’t it?”

“Kill yourself.” You say jokingly, nudging Enid’s side.

“Wow. I never thought you’d be homophobic. You’re cancelled on Twitter now.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You zip your bag up and swing it onto your back, hanging off of your right shoulder. You finished your essay about an hour ago, so you and Enid spent the last hour sitting in silence while scrolling TikTok.

“Phones gonna die.” You say, putting it on low power mode. “It’s on 5 percent.”

“You would have more battery if you did your essay straight away instead of procrastinating on your phone.” Enid giggles like she’s the funniest person ever.

You pull the library door open and hold it open for Enid.

“Ladies first.” You say, gesturing her out.

“Rowan is trans?” Enid asks.

“Would it kill you to not bring him up in every breath? It’s getting old.” You look back up at her, but she’s staring through the doorway. You follow her gaze and your eyes land on Rowan Laslow, who’s standing in the doorway holding a pile of books awkwardly.

“Oh. Hey.”

“Hey.”

#rowan laslow #rowan laslow x reader #rowan x reader #calum ross #enid sinclair #love from you #rowan laslow fanfic #wednesday #potential wenclair #i’m finally stopping the procrastination. question is will i go back to procrastinating? find out next time on love from you

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2319 Chapter 7 - Clap of Thunder || Young!S.S x F!Reader

Word Count: 8.5K Genre: Young Love, Diary Entry, Flashbacks. A/N: Inspired by the Korean Drama 2521. I used another Kdrama scene for this chapter mehehe. Thank you for being patient guys. *I do not own the gif used*

You: Are you awake? Alex: No, I'm Alex. Who's this? You: Ha-ha, very funny. It's (Y/N). Alex: Oh I thought you're another booty call. What's up? You: A booty call? Alex: y'know, late night summon? Alex: nevermind. You: oh. . . Can I ask you a question? Alex: As long as you promise never again to start a question off with whether or not you can propose a question. You: Whoa okay then a-hole. Anyway, what did you say to my parents?

You stare at your phone for a bit, he was taking a bit longer to reply this time.

Alex: Told them you worked overtime. You: That’s it? They believed you? Alex: What do you want me to say? You got caught through a cosmic rift, and was pulled into another world? You: The shop closes everytime I finish my shift. . . Alex: Hence why I said I dropped you off the library to work on some essay after waiting for you. You: Oh. Alex: Oh. You: Thank you. Alex: You're welcome. I guess we're even now? I don't need to buy you dinner? You: Well… if you still want to you could? Alex: Gold-digger. You: Excuse me? That's rude :-\ You: It's Food-digger, get it right. Alex: xD Alex: Does that make me your Food Daddy? ;P You: srsly, you need help. Stop flirting with me.

You crack into a laugh and roll over to your side facing away from the window.

Alex: omg the audacity. where do you get it from? Alex: stop flirting back, geeze. let me sleep. You: alright, alright! Good night. Alex: So you admit you were just flirting? ;-] You: YOU WISH. BYE. Alex: hahaha ttyl. nyt nyt.

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July 20 1999

“Dad, come on! I already agreed that I will continue training. Can you at least allow me to go on another camping trip? You saw the news about the Perseid meteor shower, it doesn’t occur every thirty-three years. I want to see it.” You chased Arthur around the kitchen while he made himself coffee and did what he was good at; ignoring you.

“Ask your mom.” Arthur glanced at Vanessa who was setting the table up for breakfast and shrugged. You then turned your attention back to your mom.

“Mom?”

“Why don’t we all take a seat and we can discuss it over breakfast?” Vanessa flashed a smile and pulled your chair out for you. She slides scrambled eggs and bacon on your plate while you sit down.

“Who invited you to go camping?” Arthur began whilst cutting into a loaf of bread.

“Donna.”

“Your friend next door? Just the two of you?” Arthur raised his eyebrows.

“Well. . .”

“No.” He said firmly.

“Oh come on! You allowed me to go last time.”

“That’s because you were a group of girls.” Arthur pauses and drops his arm on the table.

“Seriously, how do you expect me to live independently when both of you won’t even let me explore and do things? My life is so boring! You expect me to just train, go home, eat and sleep! You’re even making it hard for me despite knowing I’m applying for college!” The tone of your voice slowly increased in volume and after you’ve said your piece you slumped back onto your chair and crossed your arms.

“Are you done?” Arthur stared at you firmly before proceeding to spread butter on his bread, “This isn’t how you’re supposed to speak if you want us to say yes to you, (Y/N).”

“I tried being nice already but did that work?” You sighed, lightly rolling your eyes.

“(Y/N), you know why me and your father are reluctant to allow you to go. Don’t make us say it.” Vanessa spoke gentler compared to Arthur.

“What happened to Kirra, will not happen to me—we are not going hiking, we’re going camping on flat ground. Honestly, I’m already living the life both of you wanted for Kirra, am I not allowed to live mine? I’m not even your daughter anymore, I’m just your spare child that you think you can use as a marionette!”

“You watch your tongue young lady!” Arthur raised his voice at you after seeing Vanessa upset at your words, “You’re not going and that’s final!”

You clench your teeth and storm out of the kitchen, making sure to stomp your feet up the stairs and then slamming the door to your bedroom with full force.

"That little—" Arthur was about to get up when Vanessa stopped him.

"Leave her be, Art. I'll talk to her when she cools off."

You jumped onto your bed and screamed your frustrations onto the pillow. Why do I have to get uptight parents?! You raise your head and reach for your phone on the nightstand to text Donna that you won’t be coming with them; and by them Donna meant, the boys next door and possibly Stephen knowing Eugene.

Before you could click send, you heard Vanessa’s soft knock on your door, “Leave me alone!”

“Let’s talk (Y/N).” Vanessa comes in anyway and you don’t even argue since you know she’ll say that this was her house. You kept your back turned towards your mother and felt her weight on the side of your bed, “Do you know where the campsite will be?”

“Rosebery Creek.” you mumbled, resigned.

“That’s a couple of hours away. . . I’ll talk to your father alright? Just promise me you’ll keep yourself level-headed.” Vanessa strokes your head and instantly you feel guilty for saying the things you said but your pride prevents you from apologising.

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"Hey Grandma, where's this photo taken?" Sasha sat in the living room while Vanessa sewed a button that popped off Linsey's pants.

"Which one, ladybug?" Vanessa lifts her eyes through her glasses.

Sasha gets up, hands splayed on an album and points at the photo she was referring to. Vanessa puts down the pants and adjusts her glasses to get a clearer look.

"Oh, that. That's the time your mother went camping with the kids next door," Vanessa glances at the girl with a small smile, "Don't you recognize anyone else?"

Sasha looks hard into the photo, looking at each one of the faces and gasps, "Dad?! What is he doing there?"

Vanessa shrugs, "You’re going to have to keep reading your mother's diary if you want to know."

"H-how—Please don't tell mom!" Sasha’s eyes widened as she pleaded, "Wait a minute. . . Have you read her diary too?"

"Yes I have. . . decades of them being in my house. Do you think I'd leave them untouched?" Vanessa laughs and winks as Sasha, "I won't tell if you don't."

Sasha giggles and nods, "It's a deal."

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July 23 1999

“Does Alex have to come?” You complained while double checking the contents of your bag.

“His uncle owns the camp, (Y/N), and Alex knows how to get there without getting lost and your father seems to trust him.”

“Why because his Dad is my coach?”

“Because his Dad is your Dad’s friend.”

“Wait—they’re friends?”

“Were you even at dinner a few nights ago?”

“I wasn’t paying attention. . .” you shrug sheepishly. Instead of Rosebery Creek, the location changed to White Hill, all because your father trusted Alex’s family.

“You have everything?” Vanessa asks, testing the weight of your backpack. It’s almost ten in the morning, and Alex is supposed to pick you up in a few minutes. “Good lord, this is heavy.”

“That’s my portable telescope and camera.” Who knew ten pounds could be so heavy? It takes up a lot of space in the pack, so you’ve got one of the tents that’s been kept in your attic stuffed in the bottom, a compressed sleeping bag, clothes neatly rolled to save space, a couple of energy bars, peanut butter cups, and some chocolate-covered espresso beans—all the major food groups. You also brought a grid-lined journal. Just a small one. And a few gel pens.

“You have the emergency cash I gave you?”

You pat the pocket of your purple plaid shorts. They match your purple Converse.

“Pager?”

“In my pack,” you lied.

Mom inspects your arms, “Hive cream?”

“Yes, I’ve got the stinky homoeopathic cream. Where’s Dad? I need to leave soon.”

“Arthur!” she calls out towards the stairs, cupping her hands around her mouth. Then she turns back to you.

“He’s rushing to head out to the bank. He's making an increase on the credit card for your training,” she says as he jogs into the hallway. And toward the front door.

“I’ll be back in a jiff,” he says, keys in hand.

“Art, (Y/N)'s leaving for her camping trip,” Vanessa says, sounding as exasperated as you feel. He turns around and blinks at you, and apparently is just now noticing your backpack.

“Of course,” he says, smoothly covering up his faux pas with a smile. “Excited to spend time with the Strange girl?”

“Donna,” you say.

“Donna,” he repeats. More smiling. He turns to your mom and says, “Everything checked out at the campsite, right? Will the girls be safe there?”

“They have security and everything,” Mom says. “I told you, remember? Mrs. Strange talked to Alex's Uncle, and they’re going to pay special attention to their group.”

“Right, right,” Dad murmurs, nodding enthusiastically.

Then he smiles at you, starts to extend his arms as if he might hug you—which is weird, because you don’t normally do that anymore —and then changes his mind and pats you on the head. “Have a great time, kiddo. Stay in touch with Mom and take your pepper spray in case there are any boys with roaming hands.”

You can be sure that there will be boys, and you surely hope that there will be wandering hands. But there's no way you're going to tell him that, so you simply laugh it off instead, and your laugh sounds as fake as his grin does.

He nods stiffly, and it’s awkward. “Gotta get to the bank. See you when you get back,” he says, and before you can answer, he’s jogging out the front door.

When he’s gone, you vent to Vanessa, “Hello! I’m leaving for an entire week. Does he realise this?”

She holds up a hand in shared exasperation. “He knows. I told him I could take care of the bank during lunch, but he insisted it had to be now. He’s just—”

“Stressed,” you say, resigned, "Yeah."

"Hey, forget him. I’m right here,” she says, holding your face in her hands. “And I’m going to miss you like crazy. I will also worry every day, so please call or text to check in when you can.”

“Spotty cell service,” you remind her. You read warnings about it on the glamping compound’s brochure.

She nods. “If I don’t hear from you, I won’t alert state troopers. Not unless you aren’t standing here in front of me at noon next Friday. In one piece, I might add.”

“Don’t know about one piece, but I’ll be here,” You joked. “Speaking of, I’d better get outside. Need to stay on schedule.”

“I changed my mind. Don’t go.” She hugs me extra hard and then clings dramatically.

“Mom,” you say, laughing. “You’re unbalancing my life force.”

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

“Not today. But you manage to convince dad to let me go, and if that’s not a token of affection, I don’t know what is.”

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you back,” you tell her. When she finally lets me go, you lift your heavy backpack onto one arm and salute her goodbye.

“Don’t pee on your shoes and try not to provoke any bears.” She advises as you leave through the door.

“If I see a bear, I’ll pass out from fear, so he’ll just think I’m dead.”

“That seems reasonable. And, (Y/N)?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t be cautious, be careful. Have a good time, okay?”

You give her a confident nod and head outside.

The weather today couldn't be any better for summer. Not too warm, not too cold. Just right. Pretty blue sky. As you trudge forwards with your bag in front of the curb, you are experiencing an odd combination of nervousness and excitement.

There was still no sign of Alex, so you made the decision to do one more trial run with your bag.You tried it on when it was empty, but now that it’s full, you’re forced to squat in order to lift it and am struggling to get it on both shoulders.

When you finally manage it, you wobble clumsily and nearly topple over backward. How am I supposed to hike a dirt trail with this thing? Feels like an overweight sloth is clinging to my neck. Maybe if you secure the strap that buckles around your waist . . .

“You’ve got it packed wrong,” Stephen calls out.

You turn around slowly, in case you actually do fall over—which is a real possibility, not kidding—and it takes you exactly one second to spot the Stephen: black Converse high-tops, black jeans with artfully ripped holes in both knees, and a black hoodie below a white denim jacket.

Stephen is sitting on the hood of Robbie’s SUV, which is parked a few yards away in front of his house. “You’re supposed to pack the heavy stuff in the centre, near your back. Let your hips carry the weight, not your shoulders. When it’s packed right, you won’t be at the Leaning Tower of Pisa.”

“I’m not . . .” You shift your feet and lean forward slightly, barely preventing a bodily avalanche. Dammit.

Stephen’s smile is slow and annoying. He’s wearing jet-black sunglasses, so you can’t see his eyes. Double annoying. So he’s back to being a teasing a-hole? Great.

“What do you have in there?” he asks. “Gold bricks?”

“Just a telescope I bought yesterday.”

“You fit Galileo Galilei inside that pack?”

“No, the portable one.”

“Ah. Well, it’s packed wrong.”

“And I should trust you because you’re such an expert on backpacking,” You squinted your eyes at him.

He leans back on both hands and lifts his face to the sun. “You know I am—I can help you repack if you want,” he says, still looking up at the sky, where misty trails of morning fog are drifting back out above the mountains.

Stephen Strange with his hands on my private stuff? I don’t think so, buddy.

“No, thanks.” You let the pack’s straps slide down your arms until it’s back on the ground. And then, in an attempt to shut him up, you add, “My ride should be here any second.”

“I see, I thought you were riding us. I guess not.” He shakes his head. Is he. . .annoyed?

As a dark blue SUV speeds quickly into the driveway, panic begins to spread through your body. Stephen hops from the bonnet of their car in a nonchalant manner and lands softly on his feet after the leap. He gets down on one knee to reach something that is hidden from view near the front tire. When he stands back up, he’s pulling a red backpack onto one shoulder. The top outer pocket is covered with vintage pins and retro national parks patches. A foam bedroll is neatly secured to its bottom.

Baby got back by Sir Mix-A-Lot was blaring from the blue SUV skidding as it breaks between you and Stephen, and then Alex’s brown head pops up from the driver’s door, “Camp time, bitchachos!” he shouts merrily over the stereo, “Pack up your shit in the trunk of your cars and let’s hustle!”

Stephen looks at Alex weirdly, thinking about what that boy was on before turning to you, “Blink twice if you want to swap rides.”

You look at Stephen confused, “Don’t be mean!”

“Alright! I love that energy Alex! Thanks for being our navigator.” Donna runs up to Alex’s SUV, “(Y/N) has told me all about you! This is such a coincidence.”

“Oh she has?” Alex flashes you those million-dollar teeth in a dazzling grin. You shook your head and mouthed ‘no.’

Stephen scoffs and makes his way to Robbie’s car as the shotgun. You peaked inside their SUV, Sebastian was there, along with another girl in the back seat.

“Donna, who’s the girl in Robbie’s car?” You ask, trying to be discreet about it.

“Oh that’s Paris, Robbie’s step-sister, she came yesterday to visit him. . . not trying to be mean but she’s kind of a bitch.” Donna whispers.

“Who’s a bitch?” Alex whispers while butting into the conversation.

Donna chuckles at Alex and pointedly nods towards Paris who had her hair dyed blonde and done into two side buns secured with a scrunchy. She chewing gum and texting away on her phone, “Her.”

“Oh yeah. What did you say her name was?” Alex looks over and agrees.

“Paris.”

“Mhm, Class A mean girl right there. Any girl with a city named after them? Mean. I bet she’s texting her minions about how she’s forced to hang out with a bunch of losers, right now.”

“You seem to know a lot about mean girls Alex.” Donna quirks her brows.

“That’s because I used to date one, her name was Brooklyn. Bitch ate up my self-esteem, lucky it grew back though. . .and stronger.” Alex playfully wipes his shoulders, acting cool.

“I could tell—Well should we get going?” Donna asks but then turns back around, “Can we put some extra stuff in your car?”

“Yes! Of course,” Alex notices you grabbing your stuff and swiftly steals it off of your hands, “Prince Charming to the rescue.” He pops open his trunk and carefully places your bag in and waits for Donna’s crew to pass on some things to him.

“Hey, I’m Robbie and this is Seb.” Robbie approaches Alex with a few things in hand, “Thanks for doing this, by the way.”

“It’s cool bro, my pleasure—Pleasure to meet you both.” Alex smiles until his dimple is visible and shakes hands with the two boys after fixing the extra bags in his trunk.

“Okay, we’re all here and everyone’s acquainted,” Robbie says. “Are we ready to roll?”

“We’re gonna have some crazy-ass fun this week,” Donna says, throwing her arm over your shoulder,“Right?”

“Sure will.” You smile.

“Right, Alex?” Donna wiggles her brows.

“Let’s do this,” Alex confirms, and runs towards the passenger side to open the door for you, “White Hill, here we come.”

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As Robbie follows drives down Emerald Street, he informs his group that the drive to the glamping compound is more than at least three hours. And for the first few minutes, the car is loud and chaotic, everyone trying to talk at once. Donna was telling Stephen about the camp’s amenities while Robbie makes a commentary about a different site he’s been to. All throughout this Stephen stays quiet and focused on Alex's car.

Inside Alex’s SUV, he was jamming to Shaggy’s ‘It wasn’t me’, while doing a perfect impression of the rapper that got you laughing until your stomach was hurting since he did so unexpectedly.

“But she caught me on the counter. . .”

“It wasn’t me.”

“Saw me bangin' on the sofa. . .”

“It wasn’t me.”

“She even caught me on camera. . .”

“It wasn't me. . .”

“Is ‘it wasn’t me’ the only line you know?” Alex takes a break from singing and laughs.

“Yes and only the chorus.”

After the first hour of talking to each other, the conversation between you and Alex gets as monotonous as the view of the valley. You look out your window and see rolling countryside, fruit trees, expansive blue sky, and a few little villages here and there as you go. Long sections of roadway are broken up by rest breaks for trucks and wayside kiosks selling fresh produce.

A little over halfway through the trip, Alex points out Blackwater Bluff, a tiny historical mining town just off the highway. “They’ve got a fairly big winery,” he says. “My parents brought me once. The downtown is totally nineteenth-century Gold Rush era. I’m talking about the Old West saloon and general store. Gold Rush museum. The works. It’s schlocky, but it’s fun.”

You follow the town as you drive past it. You glance at Alex whose eyes were focused on the road ahead of him. He’s actually full of knowledge behind his chaotic persona, “You travelled a lot when you were young?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I actually lived in a yacht until my parents had to send me to school. My parents loved travelling and every vacation, we would travel nationally and internationally. You?”

“Oh. . . no.” You laughed sheepishly, keeping the answer vague. You didn’t want to ruin the mood with your sad story. Alex sends you a few glances but doesn’t press on the subject, “How many hours have we got left?”

“One hour.”

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“This is us,” Alex reports, turning. A small, paved parking area sits at the end of a rocky driveway. A dozen or so cars are parked there, most of them luxury vehicles. He finds an open space near some wooden steps that lead into thick forest. Another sign sits near the steps, stating that the trail is private property and only for guests of the campsite.

People using the trail must fill out a form and deposit it inside a locked box. There is no road past the parking lot. Robbie parks beside Alex’s car and everyone gets out instantly to stretch their legs.

“Get everything you’ll need,” Alex reports. “Unless you want to spend all your time hiking back and forth to the car. The walk back is fine, but it’s all uphill to the compound.”

“We’re hiking to the compound?” Paris says, staring at the sign.

“Two kilometres?” Robbie gives her a laboured look. “Don’t start, Paris. I warned you about hiking.”

“How long is two kilometres?” Paris asks.

“It’s nothing,” Alex tells her brightly.

“A little over a mile,” You elaborate.

“Oh ok,” she answers, but she’s smiling at Alex. And Alex is awkwardly smiling back at her.

“Easy-peasy, lemon squeezy.” Alex wiggles his eyebrows at you.

Why are they smiling so big? Did I miss a joke? Stephen’s head turns toward yours, and even though a fringe of black hair obscures one eye, a single dark brow rises in shared judgment of the stupid high five Robbie and Sebastian was doing. Or maybe he’s judging you.

All of you fill out the trail registration cards at the information sign—in case anyone goes missing or gets murdered along the way, they’ll know everyone’s name and next of kin. When the lads have finished removing everyone's belongings from the rooftop travel carrier, you are quickly brought back to the realisation that your backpack is rather heavy. However, it's not like you can just repack everything in the middle of the parking lot. As a result, you put forth your best effort to fasten it and alter your posture.

“Saddle up, team,” Alex says loudly to the group. “Luxurious nature awaits us at the end of the trail.”

It’s just two kilometres, I can do this.. You tell yourself. And the woods are pretty amazing, all shady and smelling of pine needles. Birds are chirping, and it’s not too warm. About ten minutes up the first steep hill, you begin to have doubts.

Stephen, who was behind you could see the weight of your back swivelling you around and took it upon himself to walk beside you, “Give me your bag.”

“Huh?” was the only noise you could make since you were already huffing and puffing.

Stephen snickers, “Your bag, give it to me.”

“No, I can do this!”

“You’re sweating like a sinner in church.”

“Thanks for pointing out the obvious.”

“Just give me your bag, (Y/N).” Stephen insisted, “And drink some water.”

You pass your backpack defeatedly to Stephen and take the bottle of water he was handing you, “Thanks.” you mumble.

“You’re welcome.”

Twenty minutes up an even steeper incline. By the time you reach the final stretch toward the compound, you’re just wishing you could drop into a foetal position. The sign for the campsite appears, and you nearly weep when you spot a big building inside a break in the trees.

Your head is sweating, and you’ve been walking uphill in a hunched-up position for so long. The promised land is in front of you, it may have been worth all that misery, because the compound is gorgeous.

A modern cedar lodge sits at the forefront: walls of enormous windows, fat timber beams, stacked stone fireplaces jutting from the roof. Lush forest surrounds it. Jagged mountains in the distance. The whole scene looks like something out of a dream.

All of you head inside. Warm sunlight streams through double-high windows as you tread across floors of polished river rock and stop at the registration desk. It smells so nice there, like cedar and fresh-cut flowers. And they have expensive candy sitting in a bowl for the guests.

You resist the urge to fill your pockets; Sebastian does not. He holds a finger up to his mouth and winks at you, stealthily emptying imported chocolate into a pocket on his backpack, while Alex informs the middle-aged woman working the desk who his uncle is.

You meander around the room, and Sebastian joins you while you examine a wall of framed scenic photos, “Long time, no see. How’ve you been?”

“Still alive and kicking, even though he just went through hell.”

Sebastian just laughs, easy and warmly, “I agree but at least we made it to heaven.”

Robbie calls his name, and Sebastian ducks around you to answer. Before you can open your mouth, he’s gone, laughing with Robbie about a carved wooden statue that looks like two squirrels having sex.

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“No loud music is allowed,” Amanda says to all of you. “No loud talking after sunset when you’re inside your camp. Other guests may be trying to sleep, and your tents aren’t soundproof. Quiet hours start at ten p.m. and last until seven a.m.”

“Geez,” Paris mumbles under her breath. “This place is a dictatorship.”

Amanda points in the general direction of the lodge. “We have a small store that sells sweatshirts and rain gear. You can also rent bear canisters and camp stoves. It’s run on the honour system, so you’ll need to put cash in the bin or write your tent number and name on the sheet to have it added to your final bill. Also—”

Sebastian’s water-bottle pyramid crashes. Bottles roll across the floor. “Oops, sorry,” he says.

Amanda pauses, and her inner struggle with patience is showing in the slant of her brows, but, clearing her throat, she finishes her speech. “Evening social time starts at six. We serve drinks, then a four-course dinner. We encourage you to mingle with other guests at the nightly bonfire afterward. The pavilion closes at nine. Any questions, come see us at the registration desk.”

Since it’s already late in the afternoon, there’s no time to do anything before dinner. So the boys went ahead and built everyone’s tents, and you and Donna all unpack. You stash all your food and toiletries in the food locker outside. Then you try to call Mom to let her know you arrived intact. But there’s no service in the tent cabin.

Luckily, Paris disappears, so Donna and you set out and explore your camp section of the compound on your own. There’s a picnic table between our tent and the boys’, and a small trailhead behind it, with a sign warning that the trail feeds into the national forest; White Hill Camping Grounds absolves itself of responsibility should hikers choose to leave their property.

We avoid the screaming kids and follow a fastidiously landscaped trail: cream-colored rocks banded by the occasional flowering shrub and a steady line of path lights. The trail leads to a cedar shingled bathhouse.

“Whoa,” Donna whispers appreciatively when you peek inside, and you’re feeling the same way. It’s practically a spa, one that’s themed to match our beautiful surroundings, and even nicer in person than it was in the online photos: stained wood countertops, stone benches, pretty lanterns hanging from iron hooks near the mirrors. Unlike your tents, there’s electricity here, and a woman is charging her cell phone while she blow-dries her hair. There’s even a small sauna in the back.

“I’m going in that sauna later with Robbie,” Donna tells you as you step back outside.

“Too much information,” you say.

She laughs. “If you want to go with someone, I wouldn’t care. So what’s with you and my brother?”

You laugh nervously, “Umm . . .”

“Is there something I should know about?” A mischievous smile quirked on the corner of her lips.

What? “No!—Nothing at all.” It was just a kiss, for the love of Pete.

“You’re so easy to embarrass,” she says, grinning. “Did you know your ears turn red? That’s so cute—Hey, I was just teasing,” she says, slapping your arm playfully.

Jesus.

“If there is something then I don’t know what you see in Stephen anyway, you’re so way out of his league—but if I were to choose a girl for him, I’d pick you.” Donna nudges you lightly before hooking her arms around yours.

You were not sure how to take this. You think you understand what she’s trying to say, and maybe there’s a core of earnestness in there somewhere—you still feel embarrassed either way.

“We were just friends,” you insist. “Nothing else.”

With a shrug, Donna says, “Alright then. Did I tell you that he’s a bit of a playboy? Stephen, he's very charismatic but secretive and you might think you know him well but actually, you don't—this is coming from my experience. Unlike Alex, who seems to be an open book. If only you can see the way he looks at you when you’re not looking, my gosh! It melts my heart.”

Now you’re self-conscious about your ears flaming up, which makes you want to avoid the entire topic. You discreetly make sure your hair covers the telltale redness and don’t say anything further.

By the time you finish walking the path around your area of the camp, you spot Paris and the boys lounging at the picnic table between your tents. You’re a little worried Donna might try to tease you about Stephen in front of the group, but she just runs to Robbie, throwing her arms around him and begging for a piggy-back ride. As though the whole conversation about Stephen and Alex is forgotten.

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“Penny for your thoughts?” a deep voice rumbles in your ear. A small yelp escapes your mouth. You punch Alex in the arm with a smile. Everyone was sitting around the campfire made by Stephen and Alex after eating dinner in the dining hall.

Stephen was playing with his guitar while the rest roasted marshmallows quietly. Paris, who seems to take interest in Stephen, hasn't left his side since after dinner.

“Ow,” he complains, rubbing his sleeve.

“Stop creeping up on me like that,” you whisper. “You’ll give me a heart attack.”

His white teeth flash in the dusk. “Sounds like a challenge.”

“Glad you’re so keen for my early demise. Where were you just now, anyway?” you ask.

“I might’ve bribed someone for a few beers and alcohol. . . and I also”—he holds up a flattened s’more—“I made this. Never turn down toasted marshmallows. That’s a sin.”

“Oh, is it really?” you whisper, irritated that your heart is racing. Because he startled you. Not because he’s sitting so close that you can smell wood smoke on his shirt. But why is he sitting so close?

“Pretty sure that’s what the preacher said last Sunday at church.”

You turn away to keep your eye on fire. Alex reaches around your shoulder, holding up half of a marshmallow.

“Want some?” His voice is dark and velvety, so close to your ear that a thousand goosebumps race down your neck.

An unwanted shiver chases them, and you pray he doesn’t see it. “No.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, voice even lower. Deeper. Seductive. No. Not seductive. What’s the matter with me? I have to stop. For the love of God, have some pride, (Y/N).

“No, thank you,” you say more resolutely.

“Your loss,” he says, sounding bored. His arm disappears. And now you do turn to look at him. Slowly. But not because you expect anything. You just want to see if he really is bored, or if . . . His eyes aren’t on yours. Of course not. He’s gazing off in the distance.

Some people had yurts, all of them the shape of circus tents. They’re eerily lovely, glowing with warm, marigold light—sanctuaries in the darkening forest, one that parts to reveal a black sky. And everywhere—everywhere—in that sky, there are stars.

“So beautiful.” You look up, seeing the bright cluster that makes up the milky way, “Looking up makes you feel so small.”

Alex copies you and looks up at the star littered skies as well then back at you, “Agreed.”

Stephen stopped playing his guitar after seeing that little glance Alex gave you. He places his guitar on the side and clears his throat, “Hey (Y/N), mind passing me a marshmallow?”

You turn your head towards Stephen and nod, “Alex, do you mind passing the packet?”

“Sure.” Alex picked up the opened packet and passed it straight to Stephen, “Stick.”

Stephen grabs the stick and pierces one marshmallow on it before placing it over the campfire, “So is anyone going to tell a story or are we just going to sit around the fire like we’re mad at each other?”

“We’re exhausted from the drive and the untimely hike, Stephen.” Donna replied while assembling her own s'more on her lap.

“Dang, I was hoping everyone still had some energy left because I got us some beers and moscato for the ladies.” Alex coos and pulls an iced bucket behind the tree stump he was sitting on.

"Oh hell yeah, now we're talking." Sebastian gets up from where he sat and comes over to Alex to grab a tall can of Guinness and is immediately followed by Robbie.

"Stephen?" Alex holds a beer for offer.

"Sure. Why not?" Stephen grabs the can and opens it.

"How about we play a game? Truth or Dare? Never have I ever? Two Truths, One Lie? Whisper game?" Donna suggested with an excited smirk.

"Really?" Stephen shakes his head.

"Well what do you want? Ghost stories?" Donna rolls her eyes at her brother.

"Let's play whispers, we have three hours until 10pm to make as much racket as we can. Let's put a twist on it though, whoever is the most curious must drink." Alex sits back down beside you with a shrug.

"Oooooooh" the group said in unison, apart from Stephen.

"That settles it then. I'll choose the first victim," Donna volunteers, eyes wandering around the circle while humming, before turning towards her boyfriend and whispers something causing him to laugh.

"Sebastian." He snorts and Donna gasps as if she's shocked by the answer.

"Oh—seriously? Me? What is it?!" Sebastian takes a drink after wanting to know the answer. He walks over to Donna and leans in closely.

"The question was. . .who is the ugliest one?" Donna whispers.

Sebastian frowned, "Son of a—come here." Sebastian chases after Robbie around the campfire while everyone else laughs, "I'm not ugly!"

After they finished with their little scurpuffle, both of them sat back down, "Alright it's my turn." Sebastian squints his eyes choosing a target and ends up choosing Paris.

"Hmmmm Alex or Stephen." She nods towards Alex and then points at Stephen with her thumb.

Sebastian gasps and cackles, "For real?!"

Donna rolls her eyes and takes a drink, while you and Alex look at each other with a smile at each other knowing that Donna dislikes the girl.

"Donna, why would you want to know the question?" Sebastian arches his brow.

"Right, it's nothing. Why would you drink?" Paris flatly asked.

Donna shrugs, "Just curious."

"Alright, the question I asked was. . . who among us boys do you find most attractive?"

Donna scoffs and shakes her head and Paris rolls her eyes.

"Well since Stephen seems uninterested I'll ask Alex. Is there anything you want to know?" Sebastian passed the turn to Alex.

"Hmmm," he taps his chin and glances at Stephen who has been quietly staring at you across the fire. Alex turns towards you and whispers, "Who has made you smile the most today?"

You shake your head with a chuckle, "You." You answered just to stroke his ego. Alex’s face lit up with a toothy grin and glanced at Stephen who was keeping a blank face.

Donna squeaks along with Sebastian, "What is it?!"

"Let's let that one slide~" you encouraged the group to whom you agreed.

"Alright, who's next?" Robbie asked to keep the game going.

"I haven't asked a question yet." Paris volunteered herself.

"Okay then ask away."

Paris moved closer to Stephen with a broad grin on her face and whispered something gently in his ear. You forced yourself to ignore the unpleasant sensation that was forming in your throat and turned aside when you saw the slightest movement on the corner of his lips. The group kept to themselves while they waited for his response.

Stephen slowly turned his head towards you and with a piercing stare he answered, "(Y/N)."

The grin that had been on Paris' lips vanished, and despite the fact that it was brief, you were sure she sent a snarky glare your way before she turned and went to get a drink.

"The hell what is that reaction?" Robbie chuckled.

"Right. Is she drinking out of jealousy?" Donna smirks before winking at you. Silence took over after an awkward tension emanated from Paris.

Sebastian cleared his throat after finishing his can of beer, "How about we go to bed early? We had a long day."

"Yeah. Good idea. . . Let's get some rest." Alex followed and offered his hand to help you up, "Shall I escort you to your tents?"

You look at him weird but take his hand anyway, "It's literally right in front of us."

"Just thought I'd protect you from mosquitoes and moths."

"You’re weird." You shook your head and got up. Meanwhile Donna approached you and hooked her arm around you.

"I'll take her. We need to go to the women's bathroom and freshen up for bed." Donna smiled at Alex who raised his hands.

"Alright. Then I'll see you both tomorrow." Alex smiles and backs off before retreating to his tent.

Before heading towards the changing rooms, you and Donna took your toiletries from your tents, "Aren't you curious about what Paris asked Stephen? She seemed annoyed after he revealed his answer."

I am.

"Whatever it is, they can keep it to themselves. Seeing her reaction, I can already tell she doesn't like me." You chuckle.

"She doesn't like me either, oh well," Donna paused, "I'm going to ask Stephen but he probably won't tell me either."

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After spending some time walking the beach trail and hanging out by the beach most of the day, you and the group came back to camp with Stephen, marching ahead on the trail. The rest of the walk passes in with you keeping quiet. When you hit the bottom of the trail at the clearing near your camp area, Stephen comes to an abrupt halt, causing all of you to trip and barely sidestep him, bumping into each other. Curious as to what stopped him, you try to follow his line of sight. You can’t see anything in the almost-darkness except the faint outline of the tents.

“What is it?” you ask.

On a grim sigh, he says, “Skunk.”

Alex walks into the clearing, toward the tents, “Stay back,” he tells everyone.

You ignore that mandate and follow him from a distance as he searches the space. When the wind shifts, everyone catches a whiff of something that’s not particularly strong but is definitely unpleasant. It’s bad enough to pinch your nose.

“Are you both sure it’s a skunk?” you ask, your voice nasally.

“No,” Stephen says, approaching his tent. “I think a little flower fairy danced through here and sprinkled her petal perfume.”

“Note to self. Stephen is a grumpy asshole after a long day.” Alex commented.

Disgust paints Stephen’s face as he walks the perimeter of his tent. “Note to self,” he says. “Stephen is always a grumpy asshole.”

“That’s not true,” Paris counters, also nasal-voiced, following him.

“Guys should we be telling Amanda about this—” Your word dies off with a dry heave. “Jesus Christ,” you gasp, turning and running far far away from where the smell is at its worst. You drop your fingers from your nose and take an experimental sniff. The smell there isn’t too bad.

“What is it?” Robbie asks.

“It’s in my tent.” Stephen answered after carefully surveying the surroundings.

Sebastian’s eyes widened. “In your tent?”

There’s a rustling sound that startles Stephen. Betraying his ninja moves, he and the rest of the guys ran towards the area in which you stood.

“Those fuckers are terrifying,” Alex says.

“Are skunks…violent?” You asked.

Stephen gives you a sharp glance, “Their scent is a violence to my nose.” he responded, you watched Stephen open the cooler where Alex had stored the alcohol and pulled out a bottle.

“What is that?”

“It’s coping.” He opens the bottle cap with his teeth, spits it out, then pours a hefty serving into a cup. “Anyone want some?” he asks.

You shake your head along with everyone else, biting back a smile.

He catches your expressions and freezes, tumbling halfway to his mouth. “Skunks are no laughing matter."

“I’ve just never seen you this worked up.” Sebastian chuckles and pats Stephen’s back.

“That ass-reeking rodent,” he says gesturing with his glass, “is crawling around my valuables, and knowing my luck, we probably pissed it off, and made it spray all over my shit, and then everything will need to be replaced.”

Donna snickers but stops immediately when she receives a cold glare from Stephen, "Where will you be sleeping tonight then?"

"He can sleep in my tent, considering I got the biggest one." Alex offered casually and shrugs.

"No way." Stephen flatly refused.

"Then would you rather accompany your little flower fairy friend?" Alex retorts, "I don't recommend sleeping outside either."

Stephen sighs, "I can't believe this. Fine."

“The only problem is, we have to get extra sleeping bags at reception and pillows.”

“Well better walk there now before it gets completely dark then.” Stephen shrugs, “Can I borrow your flashlight?”

“Sure. . . give me a second.” Alex ran into his tent to grab his flashlight.

“Do you need company?” Paris asked Stephen.

“I’m alright, (Y/N) will join me.” He replied plainly.

“Huh?” You said dumbly.

“You’re coming with me to grab extra stuff.” Stephen repeated and it wasn’t even a request, it was a command.

“Uh okay then—”

“Here!” Alex runs back out and hands Stephen the flashlight.

“Took you a while to find it. . . does your tent even have space for one more person?”

“Of course, I’ll clean up a bit for you—if you’re so worried about space.” Alex pats Stephen’s shoulder, “Well you better get going, if not we’ll meet you at the dinner hall.”

“Sure. Let’s go.” Stephen gestured his head for you to come with him and you hesitantly followed.

You don't even know what was the point of you coming with him when he wasn't going to talk to you. Stephen was being hot and then cold towards you and you don’t know how to approach him. Maybe he needed some extra hands? But he clearly doesn't need you, he carried your bag for you yesterday. Before you knew it, you were ogling his back as you complained about his actions inwardly.

"So why did I have to tag along with you?" You asked but Stephen remained quiet, "Alright, good talk."

Five more minutes of walking to the reception, both of you finally arrived. Stephen told you to wait at the porch while he asks for extra stuff for himself. You look up, seeing the sky covered with a thick blanket of clouds that flashed, followed by a clap of thunder.

"Oh great." You looked up and hugged yourself as the cold breeze crossed through your body.

"I got the stuff, let's head back." Stephen said from behind you and then noticed that you were looking up as well, "Looks like we're going to have a stormy night. Let's go before it starts pouring."

Stephen gives you the flashlight while he carries a box with a sleeping bag and a few blankets and pillows inside. Another flash of lightning lightened up the heavens and though you anticipated the thunder, you jumped afterwards anyway.

Stephen chuckles, "Afraid of a little thunder?"

"No! It's just creepy since we're also in the forest."

A drop of water went splat on the centre of the top of your head followed by another and another until the clouds couldn't hold the water it collected and poured, drumming on the ground, puddles began plinking as the rainfall became heavier.

"Take cover over there!" Stephen pointed at the large oak tree with a canopy big enough to act as shelter.

"Can't we just run back?!" You yelled through the round of heavy rainfall.

"No way! I'm not risking this stuff to get wet!" Stephen argued.

"It's going to get even more wet if we stay here!"

"Just wait for the rain to calm down a bit!"

You clicked your tongue and crossed your arms, you were tempted to go back on your own but then Stephen wouldn't have any light. I swear if I catch a cold after this, I'm going to kill him.

"May I have this dance?" Stephen holds out his hand to you.

You laugh and shake your head at him, looking at him as if he has lost his mind, "Are you insane? It's pouring down rain! We need to get back."

"Insane? Maybe. But you haven't really lived if you haven't done this before. C'mon, you look bored."

You can't help but smile at him, the butterflies swarming their way through your stomach. Only this man can make you want to do these things. You give in and take his hand. He leads you to an empty spot under the big oak tree. You're pressed up against him. The clean, woodsy fragrance of him filled your senses. The fingers on your right hand interlock with his and your opposite hand lays flat against his chest. His other hand is on your lower back holding you steady. No music. No loud traffic. The only sound was his humming of that song you heard him singing in his room and the pitter-patter of the falling rain.

As both of you sway, Stephen tilts your head up to look at him. He's already looking down at you with the soft smile that gets your stomach flipping inside you. His clear blue eyes gazing into you with nothing but adoration that you feel all the way down to your toes.

Rain crashed onto the earth relentlessly, thick drops pounding like your heart as he looked at you. He's beautiful, more beautiful than the storm around you. Your eyes were locked into his and you can't bring yourself to look away. You smile, captivated by each other's presence.

"Aren't you going to ask what Paris asked me last night?" Stephen asked, but you could barely make out what he said.

"Why? Do I have a need to know?" You asked and Stephen shrugged, "Alright what did she ask?"

"She asked me who would I kiss between you and her, and I chose you." Stephen answered quietly.

"What?!" You asked, not hearing what he said through his mumbling.

"I said, she made me choose who I would rather kiss, and I chose you!"

"Huh?!"

"Oh for fuck sake." Before he could lose his nerve, Stephen yanked you towards him. His hand hooked behind your neck and fisted your hair and tugged, forcing your back to arch. Your eyes widen at the force that pulled you towards him. His kiss was a soft, chaste kiss. Sparks consumed your skin, and the heat in your stomach flared to life. You shuddered at the sensation, your pulse beating so wildly you couldn’t hear anything else.

Stephen slides his other hand lower down your back and tuck you closer, settling it at the tender curve of your spine. You remained still, your chest rising and falling with harsh breaths beneath his tentative touch.

His tongue teases yours, slow, steady swirls that coax yours to find his. He tilt your head in his grip, slant his mouth to deepen the kiss. Rocking you against him, tangling his tongue with yours, the kiss becomes as rhythmic as the waves behind you. Slide, tease, retreat.

"Why don’t you ever tell me to stop?" He asked, his forehead pressed against yours.

Tell him to stop? A herd of wild horses couldn't drag you away. You never wanted anyone like this.

His mouth claimed yours again, and the kiss turned fierce. Wanting. Hungry. He was ruthless in his invasion of your senses, his touch so hot and possessive it branded itself into your skin, and you surrendered to him without a shred of resistance.

"Stephen you snake, since when do you kiss my friends?" someone said from behind Stephen.

You pushed Stephen away abruptly when you heard Donna's voice and pressed your swollen lips together, "We were just about to go back." You mumbled and walked past Donna and Robbie, who had his jaw hanging wide open.

Donna squinted her eyes towards her brother and handed the other umbrella to Robbie, "You share an umbrella with him, I'll go with (Y/N)."

"Okay." Robbie replies, smiling widely at Stephen.

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪

Present Day

"Mrs. Laurier? Some left these flowers for you." Your assistant entered your office after knocking and carried the box of assorted flowers.

"Who sent these? They're beautiful." You smiled as he placed the bouquet on your desk.

"It's from your husband, boss." He says and places an envelope in front of you and smiles before leaving your office.

You wait for your assistant to exit the room and close the door before opening the envelope.

Congratulations on the success of your Paris exhibition. Couldn't send flowers all the way to Paris so I thought I'll just send you one now. Will I be seeing you and Sasha at my game next week? — Alex.

Another knock at your door from your assistant, "Sorry boss but there’s another bouquet of flowers that was just delivered for you."

"Oh dear. . . Who is it from?" You asked, your hands automatically placing the card into your drawer.

"Don't say, maybe there's a card in there somewhere." He carefully places the box of flowers on the other corner of your desk and leaves once more.

You took the other bouquet and searched for a little card and sure enough there was one.

We kissed beneath the twisted trees, our lips between the stars, tiny ripples in the lake, this love, once lost, is ours.

You drop your head on the table and groan, "Ugh, my heart needs a break."

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twistmusings · 2 years

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omg i love the leading up to the kiss thing with heartslabyul. if you’re not already planning on it, could you do that with scarabia? of course take your time and have fun with it

I absolutely can! A lot of times if I don't mention planning a follow up I usually am not. Never feel bad about requesting something if it seems like it's not on the itinerary!

Love the icon, btw.

Scarabia - Leading up to a kiss

Heartslabyul || Idia (NSFW)

CW: None

Kalim Al-Asim

Emotion has always come easy to Kalim, and he’s never been the person who does anything in half-measures. He wears his emotions on his sleepve, speaks his thoughts with his full chest, and lives his life chasing what he wants, and he’s proud of that.

After all, life is too short to spend it wallowing, so it’s better to live a life without regrets as much as possible.

It’s what he says whenever someone (usually Jamil) asks why he goes out of the way to do so much for them. To him it just makes sense that if he can bring the people he cares about joy, then he wants to do that. There’s no reason not to!

Which is why Kalim was currently planning their birthday.

Jamil had talked him out of getting two thousand madol of imported specialty chocolates... but on the other hand... they might like chocolates for their birthday. He’s going through the preparations in his head because he wants it to be perfect.

It isn’t until he feels their hand on his shoulder that he remembers, with a panic, that he’s supposed to be studying right now.

They tell him he’s the library is about to close-- he hadn’t realized that it had gotten so late! They laugh as his expression must reveal his panic, but they pass him something-- a second copy of the notes they had taken while the two of them were sitting here.

“You’re an angel!” is what he exclaims as he throws his arms around their shoulders, and because emotion comes easily to Kalim, it comes just as easy to lean in and press a kiss to their lips.

Jamil Viper

The kitchen it's quiet at this time of night, just before midnight. The moon is full and round through the window, and Jamil glances up at it intermittently as he scrubs serving platters and dishes from the evenings festivities.

He's trained to be on alert, so when he hears the quiet patter of their footsteps behind him, he turns to look at them. No words pass between them as they come closer to him, glancing over his shoulder.

They hum, setting down their own plate and then step away. Jamil doesn't even pause, taking the plate and dropping it into the warm water he's drawn.

He expects to hear them leave the kitchen, but they don't. Instead, they rummage for a moment in the cupboards, and then rejoin him at the sink basin with a sponge off their own to help. Jamil is shocked, wants to laugh, but can't.

Finally, he shakes his head.

"I could have finished this myself. You should be resting or having fun right now." He says lowly.

So it's quite contradictory when he leans in to kiss them anyway.

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violettduchess · 2 years

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Hi! Omg I was wondering if you could do a plus size mc headcanon (similar to the Curvy/chubby mc headcanon that was done for the new princes) but with Chevalier, Jin, Licht and Nokto instead?

A/N: Here you go, Anon!

Slightly NSFW

@queengiuliettafirstlady: This request overlaps with yours so you get your own post with Luke and Leon!

Writing after the cut!

Chevalier Michel:

He ignores you. Pointedly. You try to be friendly, to smile, to make some kind of connection with Prince Chevalier Michel, if only because it is your duty as Belle but whenever you try, his response is the snap of scissors, threads of communication cut short before they can even unspool.

Your first substantial interaction with him is an accident. Literally. Late-night foraging for something to read brings you to the library, your dressing gown wrapped around your curvy body like Aphrodite’s silken garments. By candlelight you search for something romantic and fantastical and most importantly, happy. The beautiful book ladder of carved mahogany and gold inlay calls to you and you ascend, hoping to find the perfect night’s companion in the upper shelves.

Chevalier enters, his immediate annoyance at you being in his domain evident in the bark of his voice, the flash of lightning in those midsummer eyes. You choose to pointedly ignore him much the way he has you. And then you spot the perfect book.

You stretch your body in a way the pulls fabric across curves. He is startled, the way one is when sleep claims you by day and you awake to a starlit sky. Confusion, revelation, denial.

Your fingers grip the embossed spine and you lean toward it: Just….a….little….more…..Triumphantly you pinch it between grasping fingers, pull it toward you. And gravity laughs at your arrogance.

You fall from the book ladder, prize clutched to your ample chest, dimly hoping the wooden floor won’t retaliate too callously. But you never make it there. You land in the safety net of strong arms, a broad chest, eyes the color of lazurite.

Chevalier’s handsome face momentarily loses its mask of indifference, his sculpted lips parted in surprise. Heart fluttering like book pages in the wind, you notice the strength in his hands. One against the small of your back. The other gripping the soft skin under your thighs. You realize then that your dressing gown twisted itself askew during the short fall, the bottom hiked up so that his skin is touching yours. His fingers unconsciously flex and heat paints your neck and cheeks a blushing pink.

It is the shortest of moments, a breath in the night, but you see something in his expression, feel it in the movement of his fingers, the glint in his eyes. Holding you like this, your soft body cradled against him, isn’t repulsive. In fact…..

He sets you on your feet abruptly with a stern warning, expression gone cold, mask back in place. Clutching the book to your chest, you hurry from the library, closing the door behind you, unaware of how he remains once you’ve gone, the fingers of his hand curled inward as if holding onto the softness they so unexpectedly encountered.

Nokto Klein:

You step into the ballroom and self-consciously pull on the neckline of your gown, fingers brushing against the soft, dark amethyst velvet. You can feel the way your chest fills it, how very, very visible the soft curves of your breasts are, despite the layered necklaces you wear to try and hide them. The rest of the gown flows like water over your body, rounding curves, revealing so much while still keeping its secrets. All you see are the beautiful people around you, glittering like fae, shining like stars, and you know you need a drink if you are going to make it through the evening.

His eyes spotted you the moment you walked in, watched as you hurriedly found a shaded corner, a shrinking violet hiding from the sun. But he sees you. He sees the way your gaze assesses the room, intelligence shining in your eyes. He sees the way you keep pulling on your gown, forever self conscious, forever comparing yourself to others.

He notices the expression of longing on your face as you try to mentally map out a path through the extravagant gowns and elegant suits to where drinks are flowing. He is clever and he is faster, sliding between people as an otter through a stream.

He approaches you, champagne glass in hand and you smile in gratitude. You take the glass and steal his breath in the same instant. He marvels that you aren't aware of your own beauty, the radiance that you exude, a smile that outshines every jewel in the room.

He touches you, just a guiding hand on the small of your back, and yet he instantly knows it isn't enough. He wants more. He helps you navigate the room, heading toward the balcony, an escape, a place with vivifying fresh air, with shadows and alcoves. His breath hitches at the possibilities those shadowy places offer, at the very idea of you wrapped in near-darkness, your body flushed and waiting for him. Nokto knows that no part of him will be satisfied until he has run his hands over the mountains and valleys of your terrain, has discovered the secrets your gown keeps coyly hidden, until the only sound you can make is the gasp of his name, until that smile is for him and him alone.

Licht Klein:

For a man whose name means “light”, Licht keeps to the shadows. Indeed his very heart is plagued by them. Maybe that’s why he is so drawn to you. He watches you from under his long lashes, the way you laugh, the sound full and vivacious, sunshine chasing at the winged demons inside him.

You laugh with your whole body, not the tittering, practiced sound of the court’s noblewomen, but a ringing bell of sincerity and warmth. You scrunch up your eyes, dip your head, allow the delight to ripple outwards. It reaches him, those golden waves of sound, blanketing him in the joy of your heart, even if its only a moment.

Heat rushes to his cheeks when he thinks of the other reasons he loves your laughter, the way your body moves, your chest rising and falling in a motion so enticing, so mesmeric that he can’t pull his gaze away. As the bee is drawn to a flower’s vibrant color, so is he drawn to you. All of you.

You are on the terrace, Sariel’s lesson for the day spread out in front of you in the form of far too many books and scrolls. Forehead in hand, you sigh, the weight of information crushing. Licht watches you from behind a pillar, shadow once more. He longs to stride over with square-shouldered confidence and gather all you, every divine curve and delectable bit of skin, to him. To kiss you back into confidence as his hand runs down your spine. To lift the cloud of burden from your face and bring the sunshine of your smile back.

Jin Grandet:

If he had to construct the perfect woman, it would be you. From the fall of your hair to the curves of your body to the alluring way you bite your lower lip while thinking, Jin is convinced there is no one as enticing. You were ripped straight out of every carnal dream he’s ever had and put on this earth to drive him insane.

It is a surprisingly blustery day and you are blown into the palace by an impatient gust of cold wind, shivering as you hurry into the nearest drawing room where a fire would be lit. Jin is napping when you enter, your teeth chattering, seeking the fire’s warmth. The thin cotton gown you wore was a poor shield against the plucking fingers of wind and tempestuous bursts of rain that caught you on your way back from the market. Jin wakes to the sound of the door closing and your hurried apology as you stand by the fireplace, hands held out to its warmth. You prattle on about weather and sneaky rainclouds but honestly, he doesn’t hear you. He isn’t listening.

He’s dry-mouthed, as he takes in your form, suddenly so visible through the clingy, damp cotton. It sticks to your breasts, the dip at your waist, the slope of your hips. It reveals the strength of your thighs and calves. There is so much to take in and he has to pinch himself to make sure he isn’t still dreaming.

You are unaware of the way he unfolds his long limbs from the divan, rising from it like a predatory feline from tall grass. He crosses the room until he is in front of you and the fire has nothing on the heat in his dark russet eyes.

One finger runs across the sensitive skin of your collarbone, his voice crackling with desire as he explains that he could do a better job than any fire at warming you up. His finger trails downwards, dipping into the intimate valley between your breasts, sending a cascade of goosebumps down your arms. He toys with the first button of your soaked gown, head tilted in question, eyes burning with entreaty. Say yes, say yes, heavenly creature. Let him cross the threshold, through the gates of heaven, and into the sanctity of your kiss, your touch, your taste on his lips. Please, please say….

“Yes.”

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snailor-bee · 2 years

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The Masquerade Menace

Okay so yesterday @aifozu mentioned that Whitebeard looks like he ought to be on romance novel covers and my brain went CRAZY. I sat down and wrote this in two days because once you get an idea you can't let it go. ;o; Then when I told them they were like "omg I wanna draw for it" SO HERE WE ARE!!! Art by Foz! ;u; Handsome Whitebeard about to sweep you off your feet!!! Thank you so much Foz for doing this random little thing with me omg. 🙈

(And yeah, I 100% didn't use a plot line for a story I've been idly fantasizing about, why do you ask, it's very much a random idea for the romance novel, not based on stuff I'd probably never write but would like to, no sir.)

Whitebeard x GN!Reader / SFW / 2.6k Summary: Whitebeard is a popular figure in romantic novels even if his name isn't used he's easily recognized on the covers because of his long blond hair and signature mustache. Reader is reading one when a random man (Thatch) approaches to ask to purchase it (they collect them, to laugh at Pops about) when the reader refuses. Instead, somehow the reader is convinced to go see Whitebeard later that night. Does fantasy match up to reality? Warnings: SFW but sex IS referenced for the plot of the romance novel, so warning about that. Reader is GN but the character mentioned in the story is she/her pronouns because I just went with the standard romance novel for that.

A low snicker pierced your concentration, the little bubble that you’d created around yourself suddenly popping. Peeking a glance over the edge of the pages of your book, you saw several men quickly turn struggling to stifle their laughter.

You cocked a brow but weren’t surprised. In your inattention you’d switched the book from leaning against the table to being held in one hand, your fingers breaking the pages apart. Leaving the cover exposed to the room.

It was a romantic novel, the cover artistically painted. A man stood there in, bathed in the colors of the setting sun, stunning in shades of gold and blue. He was holding out a hand, as if beckoning the reader closer, long blond hair whipping in the wind. He looked as if about to take you off into some daring adventure.

The trademark large white mustache made it readily apparent who the figure was supposed to be.

Honestly, you didn't blame their laughter, you were surprised to be reading it as well. Never one for romance novels, they simply weren’t on your radar. When a friend had recommended one, you’d scoffed at the idea but they had insisted. And insisted. And insisted.

So, you’d finally caved, if only to get them off your back. To your surprise you finished it in one sitting, the room going dark around you.

You were utterly enamored with the story of a cocky pirate sweeping some girl off her feet. A classic and something that would normally bore you. But somehow the story kept your attention, as did the description of the pirate in question...

No one was fooled. Even using a different name for the pirate and his crew, everyone reading it recognized it as the famous pirate Whitebeard.

Which was the reason for the snickering, you were sure. Men were never very kind about this sort of thing. You ignored it, trying to focus on the words. After the first one you got a bit—obsessed isn’t the right word but perhaps enchanted with Whitebeard-related romance novels.

Some were better than others and you had to check out basically the entire collection at your library to weed through the authors that you liked or didn’t. This one had become your favorite and you were enjoying the plot.

They could get a little repetitive and in many you didn’t love the way they portrayed Whitebeard. All of it was a fantasy, you weren’t sure what the man was really like but some of them just… picked at you wrong.

A pointed cough broke you from your thoughts and you looked up to see a man dressed in chef’s whites standing by your table, brown hair molded into a rather impressively large pompadour. You raised an eyebrow at him in question.

“Hi!” The man greeted. “Which one is that? Is it new?” he asked, pointing to your novel. You flipped the cover over, looking it over before glancing back up.

“New-ish, yeah. Came out like last year, I just got my hands on it. Why?”

“How much do you want for it?” he asked eagerly.

Both brows shot up with surprise. “Nothing, it’s not for sale.”

The man sighed as if you had wronged him. “You sure? I can pay more than you did for it.”

“Why? I’m not even finished with it.”

“We—or rather I collect them.”

“Just find it out in town.”

“But that takes foreverrrr,” he whined.

You scoffed. “Can’t help you then, sorry.”

“What about,” he began. “I introduce you? The Whitebeard Pirates are on this island, you know.”

“Please, I’m not giving you this book for a lousy excuse like that, I bet you don’t even know them. Besides, it’s not like I really want to meet Whitebeard.”

The man slid into the seat across from you and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“No? Why not? You’re passing up a good deal to hold onto that book, must mean you like him a lot.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you meaningfully.

“Fantasy and real-life are different,” you dismissed with a wave of your hand.

He hummed. “What about the other Whitebeard Pirates then?”

“What about them?”

“Do any of them catch your fancy?”

“No.”

“No?” he echoed, his smile widening. “What about Marco?”

“Have you seen his hair? It looks ridiculous.”

He let out a loud bark of laughter before he coughed into a fist and then cleared his throat. “Izou then?”

“Honestly? Way too pretty, it’s intimidating.”

The two of you ran through a couple more members, all to a negative.

“Alright,” the man said at last. “What about Vista? He’s tall and has a funny mustache, just your type, eh?”

You’d put your book down at this point, bookmark in place. “Nah, not really interested.” At his aghast gasp, you attempted to explain. “I think the point of all these books” —you waved your hand over the cover— “is that it’s a fantasy. I’m never going to pull Whitebeard even if I stumbled across him at some bar. Nor any of the other pirates you listed. I’m more interested to read about Whitebeard because after reading these I found him attractive, sure. But that’s based on a lie, not the man himself as he really is.”

“So that’s why you wouldn’t wanna meet the real Whitebeard then?”

“Yeah.”

“What if I told you I knew what bar he was going to be at tonight?” His eyes gleamed with excitement. “I could tell you if you want.”

You opened your mouth to refuse but before you could, he interrupted.

“I know, I know you don’t wanna meet him! But think of it this way, you don’t gotta! You can just go to get a look at him. He’s always surrounded by people, right?” Hesitantly, you nodded. Although you didn’t know that for sure it was referenced a lot in your novels. “Might be your chance to at least see him in person, that would be cool, wouldn’t it?”

You bit your lip, considering. It would be cool if only to put a real face to the novels. You’ve seen his wanted posters of course (and had a few squirreled away but that was neither here nor there) but that was nothing compared to the real thing.

Making a decision, you nodded. “Okay, where?” Even if the information was wrong you reasoned, it would only be a mild waste of your time, nothing more. You could get a drink and go home. No harm done. And if Whitebeard actually happened to be there? Then you could appreciate him from a distance with a drink before going home. Either way, not a bad trade-off.

A couple of hours later you slipped into the bar in question. It was loud and packed to the brim, familiar jolly roger on display from nearly everyone in the room. You were in the right place then. Before you could even look around, a loud laugh shook the room.

“Gura ra ra ra!”

Immediately your eyes shot over to see him. You froze in your shock; he was huge, way bigger than you’d ever imagined. A lot of books made him smaller and that wasn’t your preference but after seeing the man it made sense why they had. A lot made him tall, but this was just absurd.

Lost as you were in your surprise you didn’t notice the man you’d talked with before sitting at Whitebeard’s side. Seeing you enter the bar, he smiled wide and hustled over to you.

“Yo! You made it come on,” he greeted before tugging you forward.

“Uhh, what are you doing!?” you hissed under your breath as he pulled you through the crowd closer to Whitebeard’s table. You tried to stop yourself by digging in your heels but he just easily pulled you along.

“Oi, Pops!” he called and if you were able to stop in your tracks you would have but his hand at the small of your back resolutely propelled you forward. “Got the fan I was talkin’ about earlier!”

“Oh?” Whitebeard rumbled out with a smile, the sound of it sent your knees trembling. “Thatch here has told me all about you, glad you could make it.”

You looked up at the man—Thatch you supposed—with a fierce glare. “You lying sack of shit—”

“Hey, I didn’t lie! Told you the truth, you were the one who didn’t believe it when I said I knew the Whitebeard Pirates.” You gave him a quick glance over.

“You aren’t wearing the jolly roger! How am I supposed to know?!” Everyone knew the entire crew went around with the mark somewhere, either tattooed or on some article of clothing. Thatch grinned.

“Incognito, pretty cool right?”

You tried to scrape together the last of your pride. “Okay, well this has been fun. You’re a dick,” you directed this at Thatch. “It was nice to meet you,” you said to Whitebeard. “I’ll be going now.”

Whitebeard laughed before a large hand curved around your back and tugged you closer. “Now, now, little one, where do you think you’re running off to so soon? I wanted to have a chat.”

“About what?” you grumbled as he positioned you into the empty chair beside him.

“What’s the plot line of the book you’re reading?”

“Seriously?” You shot a disbelieving look up at Whitebeard who shrugged back at you.

“I like to hear about them but my sons never describe it properly.”

You rubbed your forehead. “Kind of self-absorbed isn't it?"

"I'm a pirate," Whitebeard answered with a large grin, "who gives a shit about all that?"

Sighing, you decided to get this over with. "It’s a ball, a masquerade. Someone has enchanted everyone’s masks with a devil fruit power where you can’t recognize anyone. People can still tell if they’d find someone else attractive or not but even if you’d normally know someone by their voice or hair you won’t be able to.”

Whitebeard stared down at you, making you feel like a bug being pinned and you shifted under the weight of his attention before going on. “One of your sons has a devil fruit that shrinks people. The Whitebeard Pirates—they’re not called that though—they’re there to rob the treasure trove. You’re acting as a…look out, kinda.”

“Kind of?” Whitebeard pressed, seeing your hesitation.

You pursed your lips before continuing, “They don’t trust you with being sneaky so you’re at the party as a ‘look out’ but you’re in a huff because everyone knows it’s just to keep you out of the way.”

Loud laughter breaks out over the table. “That’s true enough!” someone shouts and Whitebeard glared before turning his attention back to you.

“And? What else?”

You blinked at him. “What do you mean?”

Whitebeard leaned closer. “How do I meet the main character?”

“Ah. You notice her across the room, talking with some upper-crust ladies. You hadn’t been interested in anyone at the party, though plenty of people have tried to get your attention. But you’d seen her earlier in the night and thought she was pretty. You went over and started talking.”

“I’m sure that’s not all that happened,” Whitebeard said with a knowing smirk.

You flushed. “And the two of you went into a deserted room and have sex.”

"What? No details?" You grit your teeth.

"They have sex once on the desk, facing each other then she gives you a blowjob. While that's happening people walk in and you growl at them to get another room. Then you have sex doggy style. That's as far as I've read."

“A shame.” He straightened up out of his slouch. “I would have liked to know how it ended.”

“Ugh, for what? They all end the same, it's boring,” someone groaned from the crowd. A flash of something cut through the air and hit the man upside the head, sending his face crashing into the table. Whitebeard easily flipped his naginata in his hand so it rested once more on the ground. His son sat back up, rubbing the back of his head and whining loudly while you sat there, your heart now firmly sunk into your stomach.

It had all happened so fast! You had barely seen Whitebeard move. How terrifying to be faced with such a mammoth of a man and be so utterly helpless.

"Now, where were we?" Whitebeard asked, turning back to you and fear pounded in your veins.

"I was going to head out, I told you the story so—"

"Nonsense!" Whitebeard roared. "Stay a while, I've never talked to a fan of the novels before."

A mug of ale was pushed in front of you and you stared at the foamy top.

"I'm sure you have plenty of fans," you said lowly. You half expected it to get lost in the ambient noise of the bar, pirates loudly talking and cheering randomly. Whitebeard was paying more attention than you thought however because he replied immediately.

"They're not usually as cute," he replied with a large grin, placing a hand at the back of your chair. "And I haven't talked with a reader before." The warmth of his hand burned through your clothes as you hunched forward, feeling awkward. This situation felt almost exactly like how it would happen in one of your books and it was making you feel itchy with expectations and wishes.

That was the whole point you read those books, as a fantasy you never expected it to become reality and it was making your head spin.

"What do you do?" Whitebeard asked and you shot him a look. He looked completely relaxed and interested in what your answer was. You ran your tongue along your teeth before you decided to hell with it, and answered.

The two of you chatted, creating a pocket of privacy in the middle of the rowdy bar. His sons quickly abandoned the table once they realized how much of his attention was focused on you.

At some point, you took a sip of the ale, made a face, then silently slid it over to him. The swell of laughter felt like a small earthquake as the ground shook beneath your feet and the rafters rattled. Still, through it all, you couldn't resist a small, pleased smile. Seeing how much you affected the large man made you feel good, like you could conquer the world from the force of his attention alone.

Whitebeard dragged your chair closer to his side and leaned down further. "So, little one." His breath ghosted over you, smelling of saké but you couldn't resist a shiver. "How does the real thing compare to your books?"

"You're bigger for one," you said immediately. He chuckled but didn't pull away.

"Not what I meant," he pressed.

You peered up at him, seeing his blue eyes dance with good humor. "So far it's not bad. A couple authors write you as more mean than you've been with me."

He cocked an eyebrow. "You think I can be mean?" Tilting his head, he looked as if he was trying to appear innocent.

You weren't fooled.

"You're a Yonko, you bet your ass I do."

Whitebeard laughed. "Hope it's not enough to scare you away though." The way his eyes burned told you the seriousness of his statement. You licked your lips and he followed the movement intently.

"Not really, not yet I suppose." He smiled.

"Good." His fingers dragged across your back as he got even closer. "Was hoping you would tell me more of those stories."

Your heart felt like it might burst out of your chest, it was beating so hard. "Think you're looking for a little more than that," you whispered.

When he chuckled lowly, you felt his lips brush against yours, just for a moment. "And if I was? Is there a problem with that?"

"Just kiss me already," you ordered with a sigh that puffed against his lips.

With a smile, Whitebeard did just that.

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