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bellaxgiornata · 2 months

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Acquaintances

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings/tags: 18+; bit of light angst, running into exes, brief fluff, and a hopeful ending

Summary: He was once the love of your life in college–someone you'd been planning a future with–but seeing him now, he felt just like a past acquaintance in a bar.

a/n: So the concept for this one shot was something that I'd written about back in a creative fiction writing course years ago and figured would be fun to rehash with Matt (who forced my hand with the hopeful ending). But that whole idea of knowing someone so intimately and then not knowing them at all is just...weird and relatable. Also, this is set more towards future Born Again era if you can't tell by all the facial hair. Feedback is always appreciated!

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“Ohh, wait,” Olivia said, catching your attention as she came to an abrupt stop. “What about this place?”

Stopping on the sidewalk next to her, the city foot traffic began to stream around the pair of you. Your gaze followed her finger to the bar she was pointing at that you’d both stopped beside. ‘Josie’s’ was glaring back at you in red neon through the window. Taking a step closer to the glass, your feet unsteady in your heels from the couple of drinks you’d had earlier, you peered inside at the bar.

“Here?” you asked her skeptically.

You pulled a face at the dive bar before you, your eyes catching sight of the many gruff-looking men in cut-off shirts throwing back bottles of beer at the bar. The sound of rock music was noticeable even from your place on the sidewalk, and there was a sports game playing on the television that was hanging on the wall beside the bar. Despite you both living in Hell’s Kitchen, this place looked nothing like the usual bars the pair of you frequented to drink–certainly nothing like the bar the pair of you had just left.

Looking back over your shoulder, you raised a brow at your friend. “You want to go here ? I thought we were walking home.”

Olivia pouted back at you. “Oh come on, please?” she asked. “Live a little tonight. For me? Please just try something new? We can stop here for just one drink and then call it a night. For real, this time.”

Sighing, you threw your hands up in defeat. “Fine, if that’s what you want,” you relented. “It’s your promotion we’re celebrating. If you really want to finish your night out at a dive bar in Hell’s Kitchen, then I suppose I’ll support you.”

“Great!” she exclaimed.

Not waiting for you to rescind your answer, she excitedly grabbed you by the hand and tugged you forward towards the door of the bar. Throwing it open wide, Olivia sauntered inside on her heels as if she hadn't just finished throwing back shots at another bar a few blocks away. You stepped inside behind her, running a hand nervously through your hair as Olivia continued to drag you over towards the bar.

When the pair of you reached the counter, you squeezed between your friend and the back of a burly man. Eyeing the sticky bar counter, you very carefully rested your hands against it as beside you, Olivia caught the attention of the older woman tending the bar. You noticed she was also dressed in a cut-off shirt, a dirty towel slung over her shoulder and a frown on her face. As she made her way over, you could see the way she scrutinized the pair of you like you didn’t belong.

“Can I get you two something?” she asked roughly, resting both of her hands against the opposite side of the counter.

“Do you have a wine list?” Olivia asked.

The woman behind the bar shot her a flat look. “No, I don't,” she answered simply.

“Then we'll take two glasses of whatever red you have,” Olivia continued unphased, the wide smile still on her face.

Wordlessly the woman turned away, grabbing two wine glasses and beginning to work on pouring your drinks. Shifting to the side, Olivia rested an elbow on the bar as she focused back on you, beginning to dig through her purse.

“A wine list, seriously?” you asked her, opening up your own purse. “Here?”

She shrugged a shoulder. “Doesn't hurt to ask.”

“Right, well, I don't know what your intention with coming here was, but I doubt it'll be to experience a good merlot before we head home,” you teased.

Olivia shrugged again, throwing some cash on the bar before you'd managed to dig it out of your own wallet.

“My treat here, you've bought me enough drinks tonight,” she told you.

You opened your mouth to protest but were cut short by the surly bartender roughly setting two wine glasses onto the bar beside you. You shot her a friendly smile as you reached a hand out to grab the stem of one of the glasses, but the woman's expression still remained sour and unchanged.

“Enjoy,” she said flatly.

Without another word, she grabbed the cash from the bar and turned, walking away to focus on another patron. Picking up your glass of wine, you exchanged a look with Olivia as she grabbed hers.

“Such friendly service here at least,” Olivia joked.

You laughed, raising your glass out towards her. “Just remember this was your choice to come here,” you said. “But congratulations once again on the promotion. I know you heard that plenty when we were back drinking with everyone at Rosewood, but I'm proud of you. And I just want to add that I hope your wardrobe increases along with that new salary of yours because you deserve it.”

“Amen,” she replied with a grin, tapping her glass to yours.

You brought your glass up to your lips, drinking down some of the wine at the same time as Olivia beside you. Though it was bitter and unpleasant as it passed over your tongue and you pulled a face while reluctantly swallowing it down. Next to you, Olivia cringed as she set her own glass back onto the bar counter.

“Well, it'll at least help get us drunk,” she muttered, making a face at the wine glass. “So there’s that.”

“Not exactly my goal tonight,” you reminded her.

“I'm still going to get you to relax one way or another tonight,” she said, pointing a finger at your chest. “But first, I might need to use the bathroom.”

Her eyes darted around the dimly lit bar as she began to search for the bathrooms. Slipping your phone out of your purse, you turned to face the bar counter more fully.

“I'll keep an eye on your drink then,” you told her.

She murmured a quick ‘thank you’ before slipping past you, making her way through the bar and towards the bathrooms. Unlocking your phone screen, you began to scroll through your work emails as you waited for her. Absently you picked up your glass of wine again, taking another sip. You immediately winced as the unpleasant taste hit your tongue once more and quickly set the glass back down, pushing it slightly away from yourself.

As you continued skimming through one of your messages while waiting for Olivia to return, someone roughly bumped into your elbow as they sidled up to the bar next to you. Your hands fumbled with your phone as it slipped momentarily out of your grasp. Hurriedly, you attempted to catch it before it could drop down onto the dirty floor.

“Shit, sorry,” the man beside you quickly apologized.

Finally getting a grasp on your phone, you glanced over at the man that had bumped into you, lips parting to say something back to him. But the sight of him caused you to pause, your mouth left hanging open. Something about him seemed oddly familiar as you stared at the side of his face.

“Josie!” he called out, waving the surly bartender over and paying you no mind. “We need another pitcher of beer!”

“I'm not putting it on your nonexistent tab, Nelson,” she replied, picking up an empty pitcher.

Nelson? Why had that name sounded familiar?

“Oh come on, we're your favorite patrons and you know it!” the man said.

The sight of the woman actually breaking into a smile as she began to fill the pitcher took you by surprise, briefly breaking through your attempt to wrack your partially inebriated mind for how you knew the man beside you.

Brows drawing together as you glanced back down at your phone, you kept repeating the name ‘Nelson’ over and over in your mind. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the man look over his shoulder at you before focusing back on the bartender. But then you saw him quickly do a double-take, his attention fixing back on you. You frowned, now entirely positive you somehow knew each other.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out. Swiftly turning where he stood, the man faced you and said your name in something like shock. “Is it really you?”

Lowering your phone, you glanced back up at him. And then it fully hit you now that you weren't staring at his profile. Despite the hair he now wore cropped vastly shorter than back in college, the facial hair he’d clearly grown out, and the fact that he'd traded band shirts for a suit, you recognized him as Franklin Nelson–your college boyfriend's absolute best friend.

“Foggy?” you asked, surprised.

Josie set the pitcher of beer on the counter, her eyes dancing curiously between the pair of you. “You two know each other?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Foggy answered, a look of shock still on his face as he continued to stare at you. “We were close in college. She dated Matt for a long time. But I haven't seen you in years !” He reached a hand out, roughly clapping you on the shoulder. “How the hell have you been?”

“Uh, good,” you said, still surprised that you'd run into him. “How've you been doing?”

“Good, good. Believe it or not, Matt and I actually did it,” he told you excitedly. “We opened our own law firm!”

Brows rising up onto your forehead in surprise, you felt something stir in your chest at his name mentioned once more. It had been so long since you'd thought about him now. Even longer since you'd last seen him.

Matthew Murdock. You'd dated back when you'd both been going to Columbia. You’d both met in a philosophy class that you'd taken during your early college courses while working on your different degrees. The heated debates in class between you and Matt had led to discussions which had carried on outside of classes. And those had quickly devolved into grabbing drinks together while Matt openly flirted with you. Eventually the pair of you had begun to date, becoming nearly inseparable outside of classes. Until your graduation day, of course.

Your breakup with Matt had been the hardest breakup you'd ever endured when things had finally ended. It had ultimately been a fairly amicable split despite the pain of the situation, though. But you'd never spoken to him after you graduated, even after sending him one final text a week later simply saying you were sorry. He'd never responded to that text.

“Oh, wow, that's impressive,” you said, trying to ignore the weird feeling suddenly stirring inside of you. “I'm surprised you guys actually did it. That’s–that’s great, really.”

“You know, you should actually come say hi,” Foggy told you, enthusiastically gesturing a thumb over his shoulder. “Matt's here, too.”

For a moment you stood there awkwardly, mouth opening and closing as you gaped at Foggy. That strange and unfamiliar feeling began to writhe in your gut, one you were sure had nothing to do with the terrible wine you'd just been drinking. The thought of seeing Matt again with the history you two had after all these years that had passed just felt…odd.

“I'm sorry, is that weird?” Foggy asked when you hadn't responded. His nose scrunched up on his face as he nodded, studying the look on your own face. “Yeah, that's weird, isn't it? Who wants to see their ex, right?”

“I–”

“Hey, who's this?” Olivia asked, reappearing on the other side of Foggy and eyeing him curiously. “You make a new friend already while I was gone?”

Clearing your throat, you shook your head. “Actually, Liv, this is an old friend of mine from college,” you told her.

“Oh my God, that’s right!” Olivia exclaimed, her eyes going wide. “You did go to college nearby!”

Foggy immediately turned towards Olivia, sticking his hand out towards her with a large smile on his face. “Foggy Nelson, nice to meet you,” he greeted her.

“Olivia Martinez,” she introduced herself, shaking his hand in return. “So I take it the pair of you were catching up?”

“Somewhat,” Foggy answered, watching as she grabbed her glass from off the bar beside you. “I'd actually just stuck my foot in my mouth asking if she wanted to go say hi to her college ex. I mean that’s weird, right?”

Olivia's eyes lit up at his words and your shoulders slumped at the sight. You knew where this was heading.

“Your ex is here?” she asked curiously, eyes darting between you and Foggy.

“Apparently so,” you answered awkwardly. “But look, we are here celebrating you and–”

“No, no, no!” she exclaimed, waving a hand at you. “I don't mind at all! We can go say hi if you want. I'd certainly love to meet your college friends. Maybe hear some embarrassing stories.”

You stood there, your heart speeding up in your chest nervously as both Foggy and Olivia continued to stare expectantly at you, waiting for a response. Mouth feeling dry, you reached your hand out and grabbed your glass of wine from off the counter beside you, forcing a smile onto your face.

“Okay, yeah, sure,” you replied. “I can–can go say hi, I guess.”

“Great!” Foggy exclaimed, reaching past you to grab the pitcher of beer Josie had set down a bit ago now. “You can meet our other firm partner, too. Karen Page. You’ll love her, I promise.”

You hummed out a noise in response, grateful Olivia was at least excitedly talking Foggy’s ear off as you began to follow behind him through the bar. Raising your wine glass to your lips as you walked, you drank a few deep gulps of it down and fought back your urge to gag at the taste. Seeing Matt again certainly hadn’t been on your agenda for the evening, and now you worried about how seeing him was going to make you feel with the way your body was already beginning to react at just the prospect of it.

In your final year at Columbia, you swore Matt was going to be the one. You’d had plans to get an apartment together in Hell’s Kitchen after your graduation. Matt had even been the one to suggest the idea of moving in together, often talking about how excited he would be to finally have you all to himself, not having to worry about roommates and dorm room rules anymore. You’d grown excited at the idea too, already imagining how your lives would blend together as you both steadily found your place in the city. You’d even begun picturing marrying Matt–though you’d planned for that to be far later, years farther down the road still. Sometimes Matt himself seemed to even hint at your futures entwining together with how he talked about plans he was making. Everything had always sounded so perfect, feeling like both your lives were easily falling into place as if they were always meant to.

For the duration of your senior year the pair of you had been planning everything out together, covering every detail as you both laid awake–sometimes in Matt’s dorm, sometimes in yours. You’d be wrapped around each other, hands clasped together, discussing everything from how you’d furnish the apartment, to dividing up chores, to future date plans when you both weren’t so broke. You’d both even talked about getting a cat, joking back and forth about names and never being able to agree on one. But the entire beautiful image the pair of you had been painting together had shattered to pieces when you’d been offered a job all the way out in Miami, Florida.

There’d been a job fair shortly before graduation. A friend of yours had talked you into attending with her and you’d gone, hoping to line up a few prospects somewhere in the city and end up with something in order to afford the apartment you and Matt had both been hoping to get together. It was just because your friend had encouraged you that you’d done it, leaving your resume with a recruiter for a position that you knew was in Miami while knowing full well Matt had no interest in ever leaving Hell’s Kitchen. He’d told you countless times over the years that this city was his home. You honestly hadn’t expected a damn thing to come of it though, forgetting entirely about the job shortly afterwards. But a few days after the job fair you’d been asked for a phone interview and barely a day later you’d been offered the job. And it had been the only job offer you’d received.

You’d cried in your dorm for two nights straight, lying to Matt about why you couldn’t see him and telling him you’d felt sick. And truthfully you had felt sick to your stomach. Part of you was tempted to reject the offer, knowing at some point you could have found something in the city here and continued on the path you’d already planned out with Matt. But the certainty of a job and a salary with an amount you could barely fathom what to do with had you struggling to say no. The only thing holding you back from accepting it had been Matt. If you knew he’d have come with you to Miami, you’d have immediately taken the position.

Eventually through tears you’d told Matt what was going on and why you’d been avoiding him. How you’d been struggling back and forth with figuring out how to make the right decision on something so big. He’d been the one to solemnly take your hands in his and insist that you take the job, telling you it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. He promised the pair of you would figure things out, maybe manage something long distance for a brief bit while he finished his law degree. But as the final weeks passed for you at Columbia, things had grown tense between you two. And after graduation, you’d come to the heartbreaking decision to end things with him, not knowing how a long distance relationship would work with the way things had already started to fall apart. Still dressed in your powder blue cap and gown, you broke down on campus amidst all the other excited students as you ended the years long relationship with Matt. You’d both sat together on Columbia’s lawn for an hour afterwards, crying and holding each other as you said your goodbyes.

And that had been the last time you’d ever seen Matt.

Until right this very moment as you approached the table he was sitting at, Foggy and Olivia walking a few steps ahead of you. Matt was sitting beside a pretty blonde, the pair of them laughing lightly with each other. For the briefest moment your feet faltered on the sticky bar floor as your heart nearly lurched straight out of your throat at the sight of him. He’d certainly changed over the years, but you could still tell it was Matt beneath those red glasses, that dark beard, and the crisp navy suit.

But at the same time, it was difficult marrying the image of the man sitting right there with the same one you’d known all those years ago. Gone was the fresh shaven face and his black, rectangular glasses you’d always known. The hands that were currently holding an almost empty glass of beer might have been the same hands that had once tenderly held you all those years ago on the night you’d lost your virginity to him. They might have once been hands that had carefully and gently loved you, hands that had held yours and comforted you, but now they were attached to a man you didn’t even know anymore.

The feeling that washed over you as Foggy greeted the table was impossible to capture into words. It was something that felt jarring and unsettling as you stared at him. Years ago you’d planned to have a future with him, but looking at him now, he felt almost like an acquaintance you barely knew despite the intimate past you both shared.

Your hands tightened around the stem of your wine glass, your pulse racing as you mentally kicked yourself for agreeing to come say hello to him. He was practically a stranger to you now, both of you having lived entirely separate lives for longer than you’d even been together. What were you even supposed to say to him? He couldn’t possibly care about catching up with his college ex.

“Matt, you are not going to believe who I ran into at the bar!” Foggy exclaimed.

You continued standing just a step behind Olivia as if you could somehow hide behind her. But as Matt’s head tilted curiously to the side–an adorable habit of his you were surprised to see he still did–the blonde at the table focused her eyes past Olivia and on you. She shot you a warm and friendly smile as if she could see the nerves written on your face, but the sight of it did nothing to slow the frantic pounding of your heart. You felt like you were going to be sick as Olivia continued to stand there, openly gawking at Matt.

“Who?” Matt asked curiously, a crease forming between his brows.

Foggy said your name and you watched as recognition gradually dawned across Matt’s face. It suddenly felt like the bar was closing in on you, both of your hands growing damp against the wine glass you were clutching.

“Wait, she’s here?” Matt asked next, shock evident in his tone. “Here in Hell’s Kitchen?”

“Yeah, buddy, I was just as surprised as you are! I told her she should come say hi because it’s been so damn long,” Foggy answered before glancing back at you, a bright smile on his face.

Thankfully Olivia spoke up first, giving you a chance to find your voice as you stood there, your eyes roving over Matt’s face. There was something strange in the way that it was familiar yet so changed. And in the years since you’d last seen him, he’d only grown more handsome.

“Wait, that’s your ex?” Olivia said, gesturing a hand towards Matt. “You mean to tell me you two dated in college?”

Tongue feeling heavy in your mouth, you nodded slightly. “Yeah,” you answered, your voice sounding a little off. “For a few years.”

Matt’s gaze immediately landed on you when you’d spoken, his brows twitching faintly above his glasses. It was hard to read the expression on his face with the way they were covering his eyes. Eyes that you’d always thought were so beautiful and expressive, whether it was when he was arguing with you in an impassioned, philosophical debate, or fondly focused on you as he confessed that he was in love with you.

“I thought you were in Miami?” Matt questioned.

Swallowing hard, you tried to keep your trembling knees from giving out beneath you under the heavy weight of his sightless stare. How was seeing him again after all of these years having such an effect on you?

“Yeah, I was,” you answered, aware of three other sets of eyes curiously darting between the pair of you. “Until almost a year ago. I was looking for a change and missing the city. Grew tired of the humidity and hurricanes, too,” you lightly joked.

A faint smile tugged the corner of Matt’s mouth upwards, your gaze dropping towards the movement. It was once the same mouth you’d kissed so many times before without even thinking about it. A mouth that had spoken so many encouragements and declarations of love to you, but also one that had told you jokes and brought you pleasure in ways that no other mouth ever had since. It was both familiar and not all at once.

“So you came back?” Matt asked.

“I came back,” you repeated softly. “Suppose it’s no surprise you’re still in Hell’s Kitchen though.”

He shot you a small smile as he nodded his head. “I never could manage to leave it,” he told you.

For a moment the pair of you stood there, eyeing each other wordlessly in your own ways as the sound of the bar filled the growing silence. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Olivia watching you curiously, swirling her wine in her glass. To your left, you could see a smile gradually spreading across Foggy’s face before he glanced over at the blonde.

“Who says we pull up two more chairs?” Foggy suggested, loudly breaking the lull in conversation. “We can all get to know each other! Get reacquainted again and catch up!”

“I think that sounds like a great idea,” the blonde replied, that friendly smile never leaving her face.

“I agree,” Matt said, still focused on you.

Glancing over at Olivia, you saw the mischievous grin growing on her face. She gave you a slight nod of encouragement, her eyes pointedly telling you to say yes. Nervously biting your lip, you glanced back over at Foggy.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “That sounds good.”

Foggy beamed back at you before he turned, grabbing two more chairs from a nearby table and drawing them over to where the others were sitting. The blonde slid over to make room at the table, introducing herself as Karen as she did. Olivia was fast to introduce herself to the group, quickly making herself comfortable in a chair.

Hesitantly you made your way over to the table, sitting down in the last open seat which was on Matt’s left. Setting your glass of wine onto the table, you slowly lowered yourself into the chair beside him. Matt immediately focused his attention on you and you ducked your head, feeling even more nervous sitting beside him after all of these years.

“Hey,” he greeted you softly.

“Hey,” you greeted just as quietly back.

“It’s been awhile,” he said.

“Yeah,” you agreed, glancing up at him from beneath your lashes. “Quite a few years.”

“Guess that means we have some catching up to do,” he told you, a smile gradually growing on his face.

Your eyes spotted the lone dimple of his; it was just barely visible beneath his dark beard, but it was there. Some other feeling began to gradually fill you at the sight of it, this one warm and familiar in comparison to the way you'd first felt when you’d spotted him sitting at the table. You always had loved that lone dimple.

“Yeah, I guess that does,” you replied, gradually smiling back at him.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock angst #matt murdock x you #matt murdock #daredevil

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scorpioriesling · 1 month

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Ideal Mate + Ideal Date HC

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Pairing(s): Reader x Rhysand / Cassian / Azriel / Lucien / Eris / Tamlin

Warnings: fluff, some light allusions to smut and brief suggestive scenes, light swearing

Summary: Headcannons/drabbles for (my idea!) what the "ideal" mate for each character is, with an ideal date for the two of them as well.

SR’s Note: Just another little idea I had, pls don't hate on me <3

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Rhysand

You would have to catch his eye because you're "different" in some way from other females

Whether it is because you are human, you are creative, you are undeniably brave and don't care who sees it... he is enraptured by you

All of these things intimidate him a little bit, which is why he has to learn about you from afar first before he can finally meet you

He is so nervous when he finally introduces himself, but unashamedly peers inside your head to see if you're even the least bit intrigued in him as he is by you

He's glad he did, and had nothing to worry about; you've fallen at first sight

He makes a point to learn things you like; he has tried to teach himself how to paint, but gets frustrated that it is one of the only things he can't master

He already asked you for an evening by the sidra to paint and have a picnic; too early, though as now he is realizing he is no good at the skill you excel in

"I just want you to know, painting isn't something I'm very talented in doing..."

You get butterflies realizing the most powerful and dangerous High Lord could be so nervous on a first date with a human female

"Allow me to help you, then."

He melts when your fingers hold his on the brush, only using one canvas as you paint a picture together instead of two separate ones

He can barely focus, your jasmine scent so close as you sit side by side on the soft grass by the river in the moonlight. He's not even focusing on the painting, but on your side profile instead, so intrigued in your work, the way your brows furrow in concentration

The moonlight illuminates the soft freckles on your nose; he wants to lean in and kiss each one of them

"No wonder you do not paint very well; you don't seem to have a strong sense of focus," you smirk

Cassian

He didn't want to like you when he met you, but somehow... he couldn't help himself

Your icy stare, the way you carried yourself, your strong sense of independence... you made it clear you didn't want any man

But he wanted you

At first he didn't know how to act around you, usually the fae he took interest in were kind and welcoming... but you had a bite that would send every male in Prythian screaming. He wasn't sure how to make you like him

He tried kindness; he earned a scowl. He tried buying you things; another sour look. He even tried inviting you to things, so you'd feel less isolated; all that got him was rejection, every time. Finally, he'd had enough

"What is it with you? Why won't you let anyone in? I get it, your family sucks, but-"

"Oh, please. You know nothing about me or my family." You'd spat

"Yeah! You're right, I don't," he heaves. "I don't... you don't tell me. You don't let a single person in. You don't talk to me, or tell me anything, or," he huffs a laugh. "Gods, I mean. You wouldn't step back and realize that someone cares so much for you, or see that I've just been trying to get you to love me back all along!" He'd throw his hands in the air, and they'd fall to his sides

You stand there, frozen in shock. You really could not believe what you were hearing, coming from Cassian, of all people

One minute, you're contemplating how to go about all this. Then, the next minute, you're not thinking at all

You're closing the distance, two steps at a time, throwing your arms around his neck and crashing your lips onto his. His large hands grasp your waist, holding you tight to him

You pull away and stare up into his wide, hazel eyes, boring into yours in utter disbelief

"Y/N... I can't do this if you're not serious about-"

"Take me out then. I'll show you just how serious I can be." His chest rises and falls, and he just shakes his head and lets out a suprised chuckle

"You'd really go out with me?" He asks, playfully. You roll your eyes in response, your usual irritation returning to your face

"Rita's in 30." You pull away from him and saunter off toward your room in the House of Wind, feeling his gaze on your swaying hips. You were already planning out a rather scandalous outfit for tonight, involving a tiny red dress hanging in your closet...

"You better stop staring at my ass, Cassie, or I might just change my mind." You call over your shoulder. He prectically clutches his chest with his hand

You were going to be the death of him

Azriel

Hear me out -- Azzie is attracted to someone who is originally viewed as very naive and harmless, but has a confident and brave side as well

He would see you from afar, wearing a pretty dress, a big bow in your hair while you walk along the streets in Velaris with your friends

Your smile has this man blushing!! and he doesn't even know you yet, but he knows he must have you

"You okay man?" Cassian asks, and Azriel cooly plays it off as being too hot in the mid-day sun. Cassian just gives a confused "whatever", but Rhysand says nothing as he knows exactly what is happening here

"I need a drink, and since Azriel is so warm," Rhysand side eyes his friend, smirking. Azriel immediately starts sweating. He knows Rhys is up to something, and Azriel has been casually observing you the whole morning that he's been in Velaris. You'd just gone into the small coffee shop, the one adorned with peonies outside; one Rhys was guiding the group of bat boys closer to. "...why don't we stop in here for some refreshments?"

He thinks his heart is going to fall out of his ass right now. He couldn't go in there -- you were already in there, and he was in no position to be talking to you right now

"Rhys, I uh, I don't know if I want coffee right now," he stutters quietly. Rhys chuckles, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Cassian looks between the two, still confused

"Ohhhhh Az," he sighs. "I'm sure they have water in there, and I am rather thirsty myself. Say, Cassian looks parched too -- why don't you go in and get us three waters, hmm?" Rhysand asks. Azriel glares at Rhys

"I know. What. You're doing." He says, voice clipped. Cassian scrunches his face behind the two of them.

"I mean, I'll go in and get 'em, I am kinda hot now that you mentioned the sun-" Cassian starts. Rhys puts a hand up, stopping his Illyrian friend and shaking his head. A wicked smile plays on his lips.

"No no, Azriel said he would go. We'll just wait outside..." He slinks over to a small table, and Cassian plops down in a chair, seeming to ask Rhys what was going on. The High Lord only stares between Azriel and the front door, silently ushering him to go inside. Azriel growls, forcing one foot in front of the other before he is finally opening the door and entering the small shop

The scent of roasting coffee beans and vanilla cream wafts through the air, the smell intoxicaitng and fresh. It only takes Azriel a moment to spot you, the blue and ivory sundress hugging you stunningly and the cream bow a stark contrast against your rich, flowing hair. He glances toward the window, and meets the eyes of both Rhysand and Cassian. Cassian gives him a cheesy thumbs up, and Azriel rolls his eyes as he heads towards the front counter. You're at the other end, waiting on your order

"Hi! How may I help you?" The cheery older woman behind the counter greets him. He can barely focus on anything, let alone the fae in front of him engaging in conversation when you're closer than you've been all day to him

"Three waters..." he says. The older lady follows his line of sight, a small smile pulling at her lips as she begins to chuckle

"I'll have those right out for you," hes still staring, and she shakes her head, continuing to smile at him. "Her name is Y/N."

This snaps him out of his daze. He looks to the cashier once more. "Y/N?" He repreats. The name has never sounded so lovely. Maybe it wouldn't have, but now he knows it belongs to you. The woman nods her head

"Yes, Shadowsinger." His lips part, but no words come out. "And, she is here every day around lunch time. Unwed. So... I'd suggest you go over there and do something about that, hmm?" Azriel can't hide the heat on his cheeks as the woman winks at him, turning to get working on a few orders. That was his turn to walk away, walk over to you...

As he approaches your side in the waiting area, his breath quickens. He can't help but notice you're alone, your friends have gone outside and oh-so-conveniently struck up a conversation with his two brothers.

Bastards.

"I don't think I've ever waited this long for a drink from here in my life," you say quietly, chuckling at the end. He only blinks, not sure if what he was hearing was true. Were you really speaking to him?

He turns to you, only to find you already gazing up at him. He can't help but smile, revealing his perfect teeth as he fumbles for what to say back

"Do you, come here? Often?" He asks. He already knew the answer, but...

"Almost every day!" You beam. "And you?"

He shakes his head. "First time in."

You nod slowly. "Oh... my. Well, I hope you've tried something delicious for your first experience." You grace him with another small grin, and he feels like he might melt at the sight. He hadn't realized how close you'd stepped, or maybe he had? Only mere inches separated-

"Three waters!" The cashier calls, setting down the three glasses in front of Azriel. His cheeks heat as he stares at them, the wide-eyed expression from his new crush not going unnoticed. It isn't long before the most lovely sound is filling his ears though.

You were giggling beside him.

"Oh... my..." you say between breaths. Azriel sighs, leaving the three cups on the counter and facing you. He can't help but let loose a chuckle himself, and your cheeks redden at the sight of him

"Well, it seems I'll need to come back and actually try something next time..." He says. You continue to giggle, trying hard to calm down and peer down at the floor, shaking your head.

"Hey, I've got a lot of great suggestions, but..." the cashier silently sets down your drink in front of you, and you pick it up. "...plain water maybe isn't one of them." You grin. Azriel grabs his water, taking a long swig and you wished that perhaps it was you on his lips instead-

You turned to walk toward the door, your new companion keeping up with you and holding the door open for you to exit. You open your mouth to thank him, but he beats you to it

"Maybe you can show me what you'd suggest? Next time?" Your wide eyes gaze up at him, his hazel ones squinting in the midday sun. The breeze lightly brushes his black hair across his tanned forehead, and you try really hard to supress the grin spreading across your face

"I'd meet you here tomorrow, but;" you hesitate. "Well, uh, I have ring training tomorrow at this time... but maybe the day following?" You look at him sheepishly. He looks as if he is ready to fall to his knees in front of you

"I'll be here, the day following." You rise on your tippy toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before skipping off to meet your friends. His eyes trail after you, his cheek tingling from where your lips made contact. He doesn’t register his brothers rising from the table and approaching him

“So uh… where are our drinks, Az?”

Lucien

Classic, but Lucie is going to fall for someone (kind of like Az) who is very soft and kind but can also hold her own

He is also going to rizz the shit out of you... but I feel like that is already a given

I feel like he would actually meet you in the Day Court when he's there on an assignment, and you'd be one of Helion's advisor's daughters and he would immediately be drawn to you

The gold and white dress and accessories you'd appeared in... oh he's down bad

He saw you at first in a group setting, not really being able to keep his eyes off of you but then later he spotted you near a pond of sunlight and couldn't walk away

He was walking closer, and noticed you actually weren't alone but were actually comforting a small child who appeared upset near the pool's edge. The boy stood, peering down at you on your knees as you ran your thumbs across his cheeks. Lucien leaned against a nearby tree, not wanting to interrupt, but also so intrigued by the scene in front of him

"There is no need to worry, sweetheart," your tender words pulled at something deep in Lucien's chest, though you weren't speaking to him at all. The little one sniffled and nodded, staring deep into your eyes. "I know it is frightening when we are lost, but look," you give the boy an award winning smile and Lucien feels like his heart is singing for you already. "...I've found you, and you're safe here! You know?" You say. He reaches out his little arms and braces them around your neck, hands tangling in your cascade of curls. You pull him in close, not letting go until he does

You take his precious fingers in yours, and he walks closely beside you as you make your way back to the palace. "Now, let's go find your mommy, okay honey?"

Lucien swears he could cry, hes never seen anyone so kind and gentle. He couldn't imagine having someone like that to love, and made the decision then that he would be introducing himself to you later that evening, properly

And when he does... ohhhh he charms you. It wasn't hard for you to fall for Lucien as quickly as he fell for you; he practically screamed "husband material"

He'd taken you on many dates, but the one that was the most special was when he brought you to a waterfall on horseback, just before sunset. He tied your shared horse to a tree, and led you to a small alcove where a small picnic was pre-set, the sunset streaming through the falling water just right (thank you, Helion). Apple pie, roasted turkey, and autumnal wine adorned the small blanket, as well as a little golden box in the middle. Your hand flew to your mouth

"I know the sunset and these falls make you who you are in the Day Court," Lucien says sheepishly as he guides you to the spread. You take your seats and he doesn't let go of your hand. "I wanted to show you a little bit of what makes me who I am too..." he trails off. You can't help the silver lining your eyes as you take in the scene around you

"Autumn and Day... who would've thought." You smile at him, and he reaches for the box. Opening it, he pulls out a thin golden necklace with a sun symbol on it.

"I love you to great lengths, Y/N," You only then notice as he is unclasping it that he already adorns one of the same around his neck.

"I don't want to leave you, or this place anymore," he says, reaching behind your neck to fasten the clasp. He breathes in your hibiscus scent, and his fingers trail down the side of your cheek. You can't help but let a tear slip free, realizing you'd never have to say goodbye again

"I won't ever leave you, or this court, again."

Eris

You caught the attention of Eris because you were plain

Literally

Eris was so excited (but, confused?) because he'd never genuinely loved a female beyond his sexual encounters, then he'd met you and you'd absolutely ruined everyone else for him

You were overlooked by everyone, which made you feel horrible most of your life, but Eris treated you like a queen, and he appreciated your simplicity and liked how uncomplicated you were

You were not even High Fae; which didn't go over well with Beron, but Eris didn't care. You made him feral. He'd kill his own father for you if it meant spending the rest of eternity with you.

His father was always trying to marry him off with other High Fae or noble females, but they were always too much to handle or too bratty and stuck up to Eris

He also didn't appreciate his father telling him who he would be allowed to chose and who he couldn't

But boy oh boy, did he choose you

He liked to keep your outings private, so no one would be able to swoop in and ruin the time you had together

But, that did not stop him from going all out for you and giving you all of the things you did not get to indulge in

He definately used his status to his advantage...

Your favorite date to go on -- a repeat date, as it was a shared favorite -- was to the orchard. Eris would spoil you by taking you shopping the day prior (you'd almost always choose a crimson or maroon sundress with matching flats) for a new outfit, and you'd wear said outfit the next day

You'd always wear one of his rings, though the two of you were not yet properly wed, and the sight of it made him weakkkkk I am telling you weak

He'd reserve the orchard for the day, and the two of you would ride on the wagon, share warm cider, and walk along the treelines as you both did when you were just young children

Obviously there would be apple picking, and he'd purposefully wander near a tree with ones dangling higher than you could grasp

"Eris, I can't-" you huff, stretching an arm up and dancing on your tip toes in search of the hanging fruit on a branch out of your reach. His eyes would wander, taking in your bare legs as your short dress rode up higher on your thighs-

Ughhhhh, this is not the place, Eris

"Allow me, my love." He would bend down, hiking you up on his shoulder and standing at his full height, arm bent and wrapped around your knees as you sat atop his shoulderblade. You'd wobble a bit, but, now you could reach the Honeycrisp you'd been going for.

Reaching toward branch, you grab on and yank. Seeing it glimmering in the warm September sun, you can't help but to bite into it, a satisfying crunch as a tiny drop of juice trails from the corner of your lips. A satisfied "hmmm" escapes your throat as you close your eyes, but the male beneath you catches on to what you're doing

"Heyyy," Eris slides you off his shoulder, hands firmly gripping your hips and gently setting you on your feet. Your spun around to face him, and he smirks down at you. Your now wide eyes stare into his amber ones as he leans in, licking the drop near your mouth and then leaning in close to your ear

His breath was warm on your neck, and a shiver ran down your spine as goosebumps appeared on your arms. His warm hands trailed up and down your upper arms, his voice low and husky. "These are for picking -- I thought we could eat... later..."

Tamlin

So... stay with me here on this one. Tam Tam is getting a mate that has a power dynamic that is going to absolutely match his okay

Whatever energy you give me, I'm matching it... that is the dynamic that this duo is giving here

Also... I feel like after Feyre, he would pull a complete 180 and be with someone who would put him in his place from the very beginning

His previous relationship really messed him up, but after he healed from that... he absolutely changed for the better I feel like. I think he would be with someone who would keep him in check, remind him when he's acting out, and almost maybe scare him a little? Kind of like Cassian and his ideal mate lol

Except... his ideal girlie would also be maybe just a tad unhinged

Just like him

It's alright... we love to see it

Anyways

His mate would be very modernly beautiful, I feel like; what comes to mind when you think of "society's beautiful". Not fake, however. Just very blessed, and just born this way -- lucky her! Lol

This, of course, caught Tamlin and the entirety of the Spring Court's eye

He was not very intimidated by his ideal mate, at first, but when he got to know you a little bit better, he wanted to do everything right and not screw anything up like last time

If he did mess up, or do things that were genuinely wrong or out of line... oh did he hear about it. You definitely kept him in check

Yet, another reason the Spring Court loved you

He did get easily jealous of other males, High Fae and lesser faeries alike for looking at you too long, talking to you, and fawning over you of course

Who wouldn't?

He'd wrap his arm around you a little tighter when in public, or kiss you literally right on the mouth in the middle of the square if people were staring at you for longer than he'd like

But, you honestly didn't care. You reveled in it, the attention you got from others, which in turn, drove him wild and would lead to his posessiveness of you taking over-

Phew... yeah uhm

Dating... he wouldn't even bother making dates private. He liked showing you off, even though other guys looking at you made him nuts

You liked public dates, because you liked to be shown off, and again, his posessiveness was so sexy and would usually lead to a great time (in PRIVATE, of course) once the nice lil date was over

You'd make it even better by wearing something fun for him when he'd take you out. Let's say... dinner, for example

You'd start sitting across the booth from each other, both recieving polite hello's and compliments from every faerie who passed your table. You'd of course return them; one thing he'd picked up from you was your politeness and manners

After a little while of spending time together and him gazing into your eyes, he'd seem a little... distracted... and slip into the same side of the booth with you instead, just to be closer to you

It didn't really help his case, but he really liked the smell of wildflower and honey that seemed to radiate from you

He'd have one arm around your shoulders, tracing small circles on your skin with his finger and you’d giggle because it tickled

But it also distracted you from his other hand slowly tracing up your thigh...

...and under your short, oh so short skirt...

Finally, you'd caught onto what he was doing and sat up straight, the corset top you'd expertly paired with this outfit for this reason alone doing you justice as his gaze flicked down to where it curved low below your collarbone. A soft growl graced the shell of your ear, and you only chuckled as his hot breath tickled the side of your neck

"You didn't put anything on under this... did you?"

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But Mystra WASNT right to ask Gale to kill himself. She still told a guy who cared about her "hey. if you love me, destroy yourself for me"

You're right, she did do that. And that's horrible, and shows exactly how little value she places on Gale's life.

And that's the point. She thinks she's in the right. She thinks hurting him is worth everything else she would take out in the process. She thinks she's giving him the best option.

It's very hard, from a mortal perspective, to picture how the gods see things. You can throw analogy after analogy before them to try to comprehend it, but in the end, the gods have power on such a scale that we, as readers and players, do not have an equivalent answer to compare them to.

What we bring to the table, through Tav, is that mortal perspective: we don't care about the greater good of preserving Faerûn's Weave. We don't care about the grand battle between Shar and Selûne that's lasted since the beginning of time. We don't care about the balance of life and death. We're so far beneath eternity-spanning events like that that the here and now are what we care about most.

And that's what the Origins need most. That's what Gale needs most.

Mystra's perspective, what goes on in her head, is a measured, calculated list of facts, weighed against each other:

Gale would do anything for her.

Gale possesses a weapon that needs to be destroyed.

Gale is going to die of that weapon without divine intervention.

The Dead Three are a threat.

The Dead Three have Karsus' crown.

The Dead Three could kill her again.

The scope of her power is such that a single mortal life is worth very little. Ketheric was onto something when he said "We are copper pieces in their belts. Tokens to be traded for scraps." Because that's what Mystra's doing, isn't it? She's cashing in on Gale's devotion to her.

Mystra sees a problem. She realizes she holds the solution. She thinks she's making it right by offering eternity. She fancies herself as being patient and kind by letting that solution choose to work for her.

That's the divine perspective.

The mortal perspective, the perspective that matters most, is best summed up by two lines of Gale and Mystra's conversation in the Stormshore Tabernacle:

Mystra: You discovered what lies at the Heart of the Absolute—the Crown of Karsus—and you disobeyed my instruction. Why?

Gale: Because you had no right to ask that of me!

She didn't. She doesn't.

The divine perspective is the one that lacks love. It lacks the ability to see value in a person, for being a person. It quantifies what worth something has by what it can do for you. And it is dangerous, because it cannot be told it is wrong.

Gale and Mystra were always an unbalanced relationship. When he was young, she was his teacher: she knew things he didn't, withheld them until he was ready to learn them, and directly controlled his interaction with her craft.

When she was his muse, she was the font of his creativity. He made things in her name, for little but attention in return. He gave, and gave, and was wholly devoted to her. Such is the nature of gods that it's foolish to expect them to give back to you at all.

And then she was his lover. And she was untouchable. She cannot be told "no" definitively; the only guarantee that she'll adhere to a "no" is her own personal moral code, or lingering admiration for the person who says it. She can't give herself to someone. She can spend time with them, but she can never give equally. She is a god. She exists to be served.

Gale's life, before the tadpole, was defined by Mystra. He was destined for greatness, spoke personally with Elminster, wielded the Blackstaff—and yet, he says he had no friends, and few colleagues. He's had mortal lovers, but they barely get a footnote in the story of his life. His social circle was "the size of a pinhead."

Mystra, by nature of being a god, intentionally or not, isolated Gale from his peers. You could argue any number of reasons why—my own personal bet being that he was so enamored with her that everyone else fell to the wayside—but he is alone. Even Lorroakan, down in Baldur's Gate, knew about him, and defines him only by nature of his relationship to Mystra.

The nature of gods is that anyone they speak with is now worlds away from anyone once called friends. How do you hold conversations with people when you're everyone at the table's god's favorite?

Mystra's very presence eroded away Gale over time. His friendships suffered. His joy in mortal sides of himself withered. His outlook on his own merits was restricted to what he could do with the magic at his command—did Mystra only see value in that, or did his peers and former lovers only care for what she gifted him? Both are likely. Especially with this line in his romance: "To know you love me for the man I am, and not the magic I command—none have loved me so purely."

And that isolation tore him open after his claim of the Netherese Orb, because he locked himself in his tower for a year. He didn't have those connections to reach out and ask for help, because being a god's lover burned that all away.

And then, after silence, after her fury leading to his terrified misery, after he thinks he's going to die any day, she comes in with a double-edged sword, putting the Orb to rest, at last, while telling him to fall to it anyway. The power imbalance is on full display, here: her expectations are so unrealistic that it will destroy him, in the name of forgiveness. If he loves her, he should give everything for her.

And he is going to do it.

There's such a tangled mess of emotions that explode from that.

She stabilized him. She could have done that whenever. She didn't, because it didn't serve her needs.

A year of silence, Gale thinking she'd taken everything from him and Mystra not caring enough to explain otherwise, and the first thing she says is die.

He's a pawn. Literally. She wants him to go to the other side of the board and trade his life for the winning move.

He doesn't want to die. But he's terrified that that's what's best for the world.

The divine perspective is that he gets what he deserves. The divine perspective is that she's being merciful, because she's giving him a home afterwards with her.

The mortal perspective is that she's cruel. That this is cruel. That Gale is only worth what he can give to her. That his death is more useful than his life. That ending that beautiful man with all his wants, and hopes, and dreams, at the drop of a pin, is nothing to her.

If you explode Gale at Moonrise, the Sword Coast falls to the Mindflayers. Mystra is a god, she can see that outcome. But she is a god of magic, and as such, it's not her problem. Her problem has been dealt with.

Let me go back to Withers' question:

Withers: And so, I ask again: what is the worth of a single mortal life?

Tav: Each life is of infinite value and merits sacrificing everything for.

Withers: And thus, balance is achieved.

Mystra cannot answer this question correctly. A single mortal life could never be worth the sacrifice in her eyes. She uses people as a means to an end, because the ends justify the means retroactively to her. Dornal Silverhand's suffering and Elué Silverhand's death begot her seven powerful Chosen. Two people for the wellbeing of many. She'll continue to use people like this, because that's what she is. That's what godhood entails.

Gale could likely answer this question properly, though not act on it perfectly. If his Netherese blight could save people, even if it's terrifying, he would blow himself up. He has to be talked down from it. He doesn't realize that he is one of those lives of infinite value.

What about God Gale? Can he answer it?

Of course not. He wouldn't sacrifice his godhood to come back home to mortality. He looks down on mortal life. He thinks he's above it. He, a newly minted god, is a perfect window into the basis of how gods perceive things.

Mystra asking Gale to kill himself betrays her lack of value in him as a person. Like God Gale, she looks down on mortality, just much, much more subtly. He's a means to an end. All mortals are.

Pawn to Cleric Four.

#bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #mystra #long post #ask bee #there's also something to be said of the player being literally put into mystra's shoes at the end #gale could blow up the brain. he could save everyone. for you #he offers it #and you could be the new Mystra and tell him to do it #god gale is a great parallel to gale's past with mystra before the orb. but tav is a parallel to AFTER the orb

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ponett · 10 months

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with the fallout of bandai namco's idiotic "it's up to interpretation" bs, do you think that it's possible to enjoy queer media made in a corporate environment in addition to independent works? is it even worthwhile to attempt making queer media in a corporate environment? i find it special how well the g-witch production team managed to tell the story they wanted even with the challenges and pressures they faced, but i have to admit that independent works like slarpg are always going to more completely tell queer stories. as someone who has resonated with both slarpg and g-witch, i was curious to know your perspective.

i'm probably less cynical about this than a lot of my peers are - not that i can blame anyone for feeling cynical about queer rep from corporate-owned media. (we've been through so many First Ever Gay Disney Characters at this point, and lord knows blizzard loves to tease that another overwatch character might be gay every year or so as a PR move.) unfortunately it's just extremely hard to get something like a full season of an animated series funded and produced independently, so the artists looking to enter these fields and pour their hearts and souls into meaningful queer stories as a full-time job don't have many options

going indie gives you theoretically endless creative freedom to tell your stories without corporate censorship, but it's also a massive gamble. only an extreme minority of indie creatives in any medium are actually able to make a living. the fact that i came out the other side of slarpg's development with enough money that i can keep being a full-time indie instead of being in massive debt makes me one of the lucky ones. and even with my modest success, i sure as hell don't have the money to hire a whole team, which limits the scope of what i can make. so i can't turn my nose up at the queer people writing disney channel cartoons where they can't say the word "gay" out loud. they have health insurance, i don't. for most people, what i do is simply not an option

with the corporate-produced Queer Stories i enjoy, i'm often able to squint and see what the creatives were trying to do, wishing that they could have done more while understanding that they probably had to fight tooth and nail for what's there

in the realm of children's animation in particular, i'm thankful that the people working at these studios ARE fighting for more, because it means that kids today have so many more positive queer stories to relate with. i didn't have a single gay character i felt i could relate to until i read scott pilgrim at age 16 and saw wallace wells. before that, i felt so alone in the world. i denied who i was for years because it felt like there would be no place for me. i didn't know anyone openly gay in real life, growing up in the south, and in fiction gay people either existed as the butt of a joke or not at all. the fact that queer kids are now able to see people like themselves in so many shows means something, even if we still have a long way to go and the big studios continue to be a major obstacle

on the subject of g-witch, i'm honestly unfazed by the statement from bandai-namco. i guess i wish they could've let suletta and miorine kiss, but like... the text of the show is extremely blunt about them being a couple by the end. it's not up for debate. and it's not like a gundam series having a meaningful story in spite of the wishes of the toy-producing overlords is anything new, this is just our latest example

all that being said, i do think people should branch out more and explore more weird indie shit if they want more wholeheartedly, openly queer stories. people gotta suck it up and embrace more outsider art instead of only valuing things with studio-level production values. start looking at ren'py visual novels, rpg maker games, obscure webcomics, zines drawn in sharpie, artists on bandcamp who aren't signed to a label, all that jazz. maybe part of the reason why i'm not more fazed by the state of affairs with corporate-funded fiction is that i'm constantly surrounded by furry artists who are telling their own little gay stories

#tamamayfox #ask

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viviennevermillion · 1 year

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Beauty and the Beast

notes: this came to me in a dream....well, sorta. listen to this beautiful version of the song "Beauty and the Beast" by Karliene!

contains: capitano x gn!reader

warnings: none!

The Captain was feared by many. From his current homeland of Snezhnaya to the far edges of Teyvat, he was known to be a menace on the battlefield. Mysterious, never revealing his face or true identity and never leaving any traces that could have you guessing at who the man was behind the mask truly was. If there were more witnesses to his missions aside from the loyal Fatui soldiers, the Captain mused he surely would have become some sort of boogeyman by now; a story to tell your children to make sure they don't just go running off on their own or; considering the creative liberties some of their parents might take making up stories about the fearsome warrior; dont leave the house at all for at least three weeks.

Everyone was always wary of the Captain. They kept their distance from him unless they were called closer. After all, wasn't it better to be safe than sorry? Granted, a lot of the commonfolk would fear the harbingers given their position in the Tsaritsa's court. But even among those who were regarded as brave by their peers, few would be mad enough to willingly get closer to any of the high-ranking ones. Such was the path fate seemed to have laid out for Capitano and he was sure that he was meant to walk it alone. To do his duty, follow his principles; even when others were quick to disregard them and believe the tall man had no such thing as values or a sense of kindness in his heart.

It was easy to brush off the unknown and the powerful as monsters and killing machines. It was a familiar response to that which people struggled to grasp, even when Capitano handed out soup for all his subordinates in the cold dead of winter nights, when they had been sent on a mission. Even when he sent the injured home rather than using them as cannon fodder on the battlefield. Even when some of the Fatui soldiers walked by to see Capitano tend to the palace garden, trying to give some life back to the soils of Teyvat after all the deaths that had occured in the wars and conflict he led his subordinates into. One could always find an explanation for his behavior without having to jump to the conclusion that the Captain was capable of caring and nurturing life other than his own.

And then there was you. You, who caught him off-guard by simply approaching him as if he was just one of the many souls you met in your day-to-day life. You showed no sign of fear towards him. He'd have brushed you off as naive if he didn't know better. But then again, what was so bad about giving a chance to someone like him?

Capitano always tried to appear less intimidating when he was around you; scared of losing something he never even noticed he was lacking. Kindness and attention from another. Someone who genuinely wanted to get to know him. And so, how could he not indulge you? Over the passing of days and months you learnt many things about him he hadn't shown to anyone in a long time. Maybe he would have, if someone had only dared to ask.

You learnt that he liked taking care of Zapolyarny Palace's vibrant garden a little once in a while; although he admitted that sometimes he messed up and destroyed some of the flowers on accident because of his sheer physical strength.

You learnt that he liked collecting trinkets from his travels; the walls of his room being ornated with several ships in bottles, ancient maps, trophies and photographs of places he had been to. Death seemed to follow a man like Capitano like a shadow at his heels; his shoes seemed to be made to pound the pavement and trample everything in their wake. The objects he brought home with him reminded him that life was also all around him. That almost every place he went to had been touched by humans and their unwavering curiosity and relentlessness. He quite enjoyed telling some of the stories behind them to you. Relaying what he had learnt and observed about civilization to someone he hoped considered him a kindred soul.

You learnt that he made some crafts in his freetime and enjoyed reading biographies of famous travelers.

You learnt that behind that mask; behind his power and status, Capitano was just a man. From the first time you saw him, Capitano felt like that was the only thing you ever looked at. The man behind the mask. Like you beckoned him to come closer and tell you his story; to rest his weary bones from battle and enjoy the moments you were able to spend together.

Ever since he became a harbinger, Capitano had never seen much reason to take off his mask in the presence of another person. For what were they to see, but another face of evil?

Besides, it protected his identity and gave him an additional aura of authority; not that he particularly needed it.

But when he took that mask off before you for the first time; when he showed you the raw emotion his face never had to hide for as long as he was wearing his helmet; showed you the battle scars that lined his features and the face so many had theorized about and feared despite never having caught a glimpse of it; all you did was call him beautiful. Accepted him as he was and affirmed to him that you liked what you saw.

When you cupped his face for the first time; the first touch he had received like that in many, many years; Capitano melted into your touch as if you were his salvation.

Now, after years of fighting and wandering the earth, he had finally arrived at a place he could call home.

He chuckled at how you handled him as if he was the one needing protection.

It's something different, he mused, I needed something different.

He readily accepted your love and affection with open arms; from the featherlight kisses you blessed his face with to the way you'd cherish the flowers he had grown himself in the garden and the stories he told you about the world.

Now, even in his hardest battles, death was nothing but a distant voice; for life resided in the heart you had given him to protect and he was reminded of you a little by almost everything around him. Of the nights you spent resting in his arms, the evenings you had danced with him through the empty ballrooms of the castle; teasing him with a reminder to not step on your feet; and of the taste of your lips.

One day, he knew, he'd bring a ring home to you to ask him to stay by his side forever.

"Thank you", he told you as he pressed a warm, soft kiss to your cheek, "for not seeing me as a monster. For taking the time and patience to get to know me. For loving me as I am, just as lost as anyone, really." And you had taken his hand and sworn that you would always love him. Even in this ever-changing world, when the sun has set and risen again a million times, the storms had raged across the land and the sky had shifted; still your love lived on.

#genshin impact #il capitano x reader #capitano x reader #il capitano #capitano fluff #genshin impact x reader

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It wasn't often that Katsuki Bakugo stayed up late. He typically went to bed around 8:30, and he was very strict to adhere to his schedule. However, after a particularly fitful bout of attempted sleep, he figured he would bite the bullet now, and get up to make some tea to hopefully help him calm down. He enjoyed the dorms at night. They were quiet, and it left him some time to himself, something he did not get very often.

The sound of the dormitory door closing is what alerted Bakugo. It was... awfully late for anyone to be up, let alone sneaking into the dorms. Although, he supposed he wasn't one to talk. He was up as well, but he wasn't speaking out- well, in.

He peered at the door from the corner of his eye, only to see a green tuft of hair disappear past the corner and down the hall. Bakugo got up from his spot on the couch, leaving his tea pot behind to follow often who could only be Izuku.

He heard the other boy mumbling, and he couldn't tell if he was talking to himself or somebody else.

"- shhh... you can't make any noise!" Midoriya muttered into... his book bag?

Bakugo tried to strain his ears to hear more, but then Midoriya quickly whipped his head back, as if he had sensed him.

"Ah!" Midoriya shouted before using one hand to cover his own mouth, using the other to hold onto his book bag.

"Deku? What the actual fuck are you doing out this late?" Bakugo whispered-yelled. He looked Midoriya up and down and- wait. Was his book bag fucking moving?

"Kacchan! I was just uhm! Going for a walk! Yeah!" Midoriya quickly excused, but Bakugo didn't buy it for even a second, and Midoriya could tell.

Bakugo quirked an eyebrow. "A walk?"

"...yeeesss..?"

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" Bakugo scoffed, almost offended that Izuku thought that would work on him for even a second.

"N-no! Of course not!" Midoriya quickly cleared up, although Bakugo's gaze didn't lighten.

"What are you actually doing?" Bakugo questioned again, sparing a glance to Izuku's wiggling book bag.

Midoriya let out a soft sigh. "Okay... please don't tell anyone..." Izuku hummed and ushered Bakugo to come closer. Bakugo inched forward, and peered into Izuku's bag.

"Is that a fuckin-"

"SHHH!" Midoriya quickly silenced bakugo with a hand over his mouth. Inside the bag peered a wide eyed kitten, soft and multicolored fur looking tangled and ratty.

"Why are you sneaking a kitten into the dorm?" Bakugo scolded, glancing up at Izulu and then back down to the kitten.

"He uhm... he comes around all the time. I started feeding him and then he started following me in the building and its going to rain tonight and he's such a small guy he'd probably freeze to death out there so I couldn't just leave him and so I figured I could bring him in tonight and then re-home him tommorow!" Midoriya explained in one long winded breath. Bakugo just stared for a few moments, before looking back to the kitten.

"Whats his name?" Bakugo asked, reaching a hand into the bag as the kitten gently rubbed against him. He pet it a few times, before withdrawing his hand, acting like he did not give a fuck about the very soft... very adorable kitten.

"What? Oh uhm.... its... All Meowt." Izuku whispered, and bakugo almost let out a laugh. How perfectly nerdy and creative for Izuku.

"All Meowt?" Bakugo asked, biting down a smile.

"Y-yeah. Like All Might." Midoriya explained, and Bakugo scoffed.

"Yeah, I know, nerd." The once teasing name was said with almost an endearing edge. "How are you going to keep it hidden without Aizawa finding out?"

Deku shrugged, hugging the bag close to him again. "I dunno... keep it in my dorm until I find someone who will take it...? Or maybe he'd let us keep it! He seems like the type to like cats!"

Bakugo shrugged. "Yeah, but he's also a stickler for the rules. I guess you'll find out tommorow."

"Yeah... I guess so. Well, I'm going to try and sneak him into my room. Goodnight Kacchan!"

"Goodnight De- Izuku." Bakugo bit back the old insult he used to use on Izuku, although it felt weird after calling him nothing but for the last 10 years of their life. Midoriya smiled at Bakugo in a way that made his stomach tense up, and he quickly turned around to attend to the tea he had left on the stove.

After fixing and drinking his tea, Bakugo tip-toed through the halls back to his dorm. However, on his way, he saw the light of Izuku's dorm peeking out from under his door. He figured that checking in on the kitten wouldn't do him any harm, he supposed.

He knocked quietly on Izuku's door, and heard scrambling and "Shit!" From the other side. He leaned closer to the door and cupped his hands around his mouth, whispering "It's just me, you damn nerd."

After a few long seconds, Midoriya opened the door, looking up at Bakugo.

"I wanted to see if you had gotten caught yet." Which was Bakugos way of saying he wanted to check in on All Meowt.

"O-oh! No, I haven't. Uhm- do you want to see him?" Midoriya whispered and moved to the side so Bakugo could come inside. Bakugo stepped past Izuku without answering his question, finding All Meowt curled up on Izuku's All Might comforter.

Bakugo walked over and pet the kitten on his head, which caused him to wake up, blinking sleepy eyes up at him. He stood up and rubbed against Bakugo's thigh, which prompted him to gently pick him up and hold him to his chest, a moment of gentleness he would've been more embarrassed of around anyone else. He sat on the floor, setting All Meowt in his lap. The kitten purred and curled up in Bakugo's lap.

"He seems like he likes you." Izuku chuckled, sitting next to Bakugo and petting the kitten in his lap.

"You think?" Bakugo remarked sarcastically, glancing over as Izuku scooted ever closer to him.

"Hm... no nevermind. He definitely likes me more." Izuku teased, and Bakugo rolled his eyes.

"Oh yeah, sure. Because he's curled up and purring in your lap right now, isn't he?" Bakugo scoffed.

There was a long moment of silence, although it was comfortable and natural. He wasn't sure how long it had been, but before he was aware of it, Midoriya was snoring lightly against his shoulder, and Bakugo was struggling to keep his eyes open. He told himself that he was only staying there for All Meowt, and definitely not because he may or may not have enjoyed the feeling of Izuku relying on him.

Bakugo woke up to the sound of snickers and a flash of light in his face.

"Guys! Stop! Kacchan is going to kill you all! And probably me too!" Bakugo opened his eyes to find he was laying on the floor, holding a sleeping All Meowt in his arms. He looked up and saw Kaminari, Mina, and Kirishima surrounding him, snickering and taking pictures of him from all angles.

He immediately stood up, setting All Meowt down on Izuku's bed to chase after them, small explosions coming from his hand, but they were long gone.

He chased them down the halls, capturing Kirishima, and giving him a few blasts. Izuku watched from his room, trying not to smile as he held All Meowt in his hands.

#bkdk #mha #bnha #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #kinda ooc #this is my first time writing them plz give me constructive criticism #idk i had this idea and had to write it #post canon technically #maybe an au where nothing ever goes wronf #who knows

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mushroommanstan · 1 year

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Hi I really like your 'creepy' Tenko series. He's not creepy though at least not to me. He's not even really scary either. To outsiders he's definitely creepy. But to the reader he's just a guy who is touch starved lonely and someone who had a really bad childhood. From what I can tell if he's not even that bad of a person he just doesn't know how to socialize...

I love him so much I want to give him a hug!

Like him killing his family wasn't even his fault.

Imagine if you give a 5-year-old the ability to destroy anything that he touched including people without telling him and without giving him control over it.

That would not be the child's fault!

I want to give this guy a hug and affection! I want to be his friend. I'm acesexual so I don't really want to have sex with him like how the main character in your story does.... But I'm not sex proposed so I still like the story and I still want to give him love and affection! Like the poor man doesn't know how friends work....

You better give them a happy ending or I will find you and put glitter in your bed.

I don’t want to spoil it but I don’t think I’m physically able to make an ending for that series that isn’t fluff, no worries. Or maybe I’m lying, you don’t know! (I’m not)

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Everyone else’s college AU Tenko: Incel asshole who mistreats women and bullies people because his dads super rich

Mine: just a funny little guy with social problems and low self esteem

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Anyways, here’s a fic where you hug him and make him feel good platonically. Why? Because I said so. Merry April Christmas

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Hugging Tenko college au

Another day walking down the same grimy halls with the same grimy peers, all staring at him like he was a wild animal that stumbled into the building by mistake.

Another day of relentless bullying, spitballs and gum in hair like they were back in high school. Honestly, it was ironic. One would think that you would try and stay on the good side of a “serial killer”, right? And yet it seems like people try to target themselves by sticking their disgusting gum in his hair from behind. This is just one more reason why he has to stay in the back.

Could be worse though, at least he has the disintegration quirk. So really the gum is just a mild annoyance. But it’s the principle of it, the intention that makes his heart clench until he’s too numb feel it.

But today, it wasn’t just intentions that hurt. It seems like the bullies got a little more creative, going so far as to bring paintball guns and shooting him from all over. It stung, and it stained, which stung even more.

Even now he was pelted from behind, sharp snaps against his back again and again that made his eyes water. He scrunched his hair in his hands, his head down as he stopped in the middle of the hallway, enemy fire coming from all sides and pelting his back as he succumbed to a panic attack. He silently cried out for someone, anyone to help him. He hated this, he hated today, he hated himse-

Suddenly, he was overcome with warmth. Like a cozy campfire was wrapped around him, relaxing his bruised body and filling him with a forgotten comfort.

He looked down, seeing skin and cloth wrapped around his torso, and realized that you were hugging him. Cautiously, he wrapped his arms around your back as well, subconsciously melting into your embrace. He didn’t even know you, he didn’t even know why you were doing this… and yet… he felt safe. And secure, and… loved. It had been so long since he had had a hug he-he didn’t realize how much he needed one until now.

He let out a sigh, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck as he allowed himself to let his guard down. It just felt so good, the contact, the trust, the affection. He didn’t need to know you for this to be special to him.

In his peripheral vision, he could see a glowing blue mass behind him, seemingly made of some kind of pseudo-metal based on the sound it made when it deflected the paint balls, sending them back to their senders and making them cry out. Was it… a shield? Did you have a shield quirk or something? Were you… shielding him?

Why him? Why were you being so nice? Just what did you think you were doing? He opened his mouth, trying to squeeze out the words but finding it difficult for some reason.

“Why?” He mumbled. “Why me…? Why would you…”

You shushed him, softly, a sound that was usually made in a disgusted or abrasive manner but coming from you somehow felt comforting. Like you were saying that it was ok, that he didn’t have to worry about that. That he just needed to relax, and feel.

He could feel his eyes watering, and he couldn’t hold back the tear that fell any longer.

“Thank you… ‘really needed this.” He said, wiping his face on your jacket with his hands still wrapped secure around your back.

You chuckled, a nice, warm chuckle, before raising a hand and petting his hair, a motion that made his legs shake from relaxation.

Finally, you spoke. “Y’know, I got the new Super Hero Bros game.”

His face rose from your chest, red and moist from tears. “T-the exclusive one with the new EraserHead playable character?” He asked.

You nodded. “Wanna come back to my place and play it with me? I can order pizza.”

Tenko couldn’t trust himself to speak, only being able to nod before you took his hand and guided him back to your dorm for the gaming night he had waited his whole life for. To say he had fun was an understatement. He had the time of his life.

After that, you two hung out every Friday night, and on those nights, Tenko didn’t feel so alone.

#shigaraki tenko #my hero academia #shigaraki fanfiction #my hero academia shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #boku no hero academia tomura #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki tomura #tenko shimura #college au shigaraki

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seungkwansphd · 2 years

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edward scissorhands

pairing: jun x reader wordcount: 3.6k summary: you can only describe your best friend Jun’s halloween costume as a yassified edward scissorhands. and you want him...BADLY? no...no that simply can’t be right. genre/themes: smut, lazy & hurried plot, best friends to lovers, reader is DROWNING IN THE NILE. limbo jun, croptop jun, repressed angst?, soft post sex feels, dom/brat vibes. once again instigator/facilitator minghao.

a/n: idk...i went feral & wrote this in a fury. enjoy!

“Are you sure about this?” Jun couldn’t help the blush that had crept up his face as Minghao made last minute alterations to his Halloween costume.

“Yes, very,” Minghao peered over his glasses at his longtime friend.

“I just-,” Jun looked at himself critically in the mirror. “I don’t think this is what YN had in mind when they said I should dress up as Edward Scissorhands for Halloween.

“No, I don’t imagine it was. But I am also unwilling to listen to you gripe even one more time about being single and this will certainly do the trick.”

“My whole stomach is out!” Jun almost shouted at his friend, gesturing at his torso animatedly.

“Your abs are out,” Minghao corrected, “You have a great physique, you may as well use it to your advantage.”

“I’m-,” Jun grumbled.

“I already cut the fabric off and I won’t be bothered to put it back on,” Minghao cut him off impatiently.

Minghao was so incredibly tired of listening to Jun’s whining about being single when what he really wanted was you. He was also tired of your endless moping over how all of your moody, emo dates were emotionally unavailable when what you really needed, but couldn’t see or wouldn’t accept, was your golden retriever boyfriend Jun. It was time to put his apparel design skills to task.

“Well, you’re not my type,” Minghao let out a low whistle as he patted himself on the back, “But this is one eye catching costume.”

Jun had to agree. One could describe it as a yassified abstraction of Edward Scissorhands. The now cropped pleather jacket and shirt showcased the hard planes of his abdomen prominently. His blonde hair had grown out slightly and, once styled, would hang over his smudged, black eye makeup. It was a stark contrast to his usual appearance, but it was Halloween after all. If Minghao needed a creative project, who was he to say no?

…

“Explain to me, one more time please, what your costume is?” Lena furrowed her brows at you as she took in your fairly plain makeup and white dress.

You huffed. Yes alone, you did look unremarkable in your Kim Boggs costume, but as soon as Jun arrived as Edward Scissorhands it would make a lot more sense.

“I’m Kim Boggs!” you wanted to yell. Why did nobody get your fantastic Tim Burton reference? And where the hell was Jun? “The girl from Edward Scissorhands.”

“So where is your Edward Scissorhands? Did you do half of a couples costume by yourself?”

“I don’t know where the hell Jun is! We were supposed to come together, but at the last minute he said Minghao needed some help or something. He should be here soon, I hope.”

“Wait, are you and Jun finally together?” Lena asked excitedly.

“What? No! Are you crazy?” you stuttered, giving her a confused look. “Jun is my best friend, hell no we did not get together!”

“Really?” Lena shook her head, confused. “So then why the couples' costume?”

“Who else was going to be my Edward Scissorhands? Minghao said it was too tacky, not his style. And I don’t really have a lot of other options as the dating has not gone well.”

“Oh no? Why’s that?”

“I guess my type…is emotionally unavailable,” you huffed, taking a sip of your drink. You didn’t want to go too into detail, as you knew it would make you moody and you still had hopes of enjoying the party. “It’s just…not going to plan, you could say.”

“Hm, is there a chance that you would go for a different type of person?” Lena shrugged. She knew your penchant for a dark haired, skinny, and moody boy, but had always wondered if someone more straightforward, easygoing, and funny might be more your speed.

“I-...” you trailed off, brain malfunctioning severely after your eyes flew to the door. Jun had arrived.

“You…?” Lena tried to follow your incomplete train of thought before realizing your attention had been sucked completely elsewhere. She followed your gaze and could not help the shit eating grin that spread across her lips as she realized what…or better said, who you were staring at. “Hello, Earth to YN!” she laughed, tapping you on the forehead gently to get your attention back.

“Huh? Sorry, what were you saying?” you asked her. You blinked as you tried to understand what had just happened, but your mind was painfully devoid of thoughts.

“I was saying, you might want to think about branching outside of your normal type? When it comes to dating. You never know what might tickle your fancy, if you give it a shot.”

“Yeah…,” you nodded, clearly not listening as Jun finally spotted you.

You had no earthly explanation as to why, but your heart started pounding erratically as he fixed his sulky, smudged gaze on you and approached. It might’ve just been the boots, but something about his walk was even distracting to you. Slower than usual, somehow more deliberate, and very different from your typically eager best friend.

“There you are,” his dark facade cracked into a bright smile as he looped his arm around your shoulder happily. “Sorry I’m late. Costuming emergency.”

“I see,” you mumbled, unable to tear your eyes away from your friend’s abs. “Did Minghao just chop off half of your costume or what?”

“More like a quarter, but yea. He said he was taking over creative control.”

“Ah,” you nodded. You knew you were staring, but somehow looking at his abs seemed more appealing and attainable than staring at his face.

“YN!” Minghao popped up, dressed as a very impressive Jack Skellington.

“Oh my god!” you screamed excitedly at his costume. “Hao you look amazing!” you pressed up onto your toes to get a closer look at his face paint. “Wow, amazing!”

“Thank you,” Minghao nodded surely. He had done a fantastic job with his costume, indeed.

“I look so boring between you two,” you pouted slightly, pointedly avoiding looking at Jun.

“You’re the one who wanted to be Kim Boggs.”

“Yes, but if I’d known you were going to make Jun’s costume slutty, I would’ve done that too! This costume is canonically accurate, so now I just look plain.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t look slutty!” Jun protested, flushing.

“J-just with your little waist out like that? A-and your makeup all sexy?” you stuttered, filter completely abandoned at this point.

You could feel Lena and Minghao smirking so painfully smugly at you as Jun looked slightly bewildered at your outburst.

“Nothing. It’s fine!” you shrugged, needing to go outside and clear your mind. “I’ll be back, Jun-bug,” summoning a decades-old nickname to try and remind yourself that this was your friend.

“You better get it together, you dumbass,” you chastised yourself as you paced back and forth.

How embarrassing it was to be having this sort of reaction to Jun, of all people. Were you really so shallow that all it took was some pleather costuming and smudged eye makeup to go feral for someone who was decidedly not your type? You kicked yourself for ever suggesting this costume to Jun.

After a few more minutes of muttering, you felt like you could return. Sucking in a deep breath, you pulled open the door just to have to shut it again.

“Absolutely not,” you shook your head, trying to wipe the image of Jun engaging all of his core muscles for a game of limbo from your mind. Nope. Outside was great.

You took a seat on a bench near the fire to collect yourself for a second time. Why on earth was this happening to you? This was Jun for god sakes! You’d drank hand sanitizer in middle school with this man. You’d been the one to teach him, woefully recently, that females have three holes and not two. God damn it.

“YN!” your name shocked you out of your stupor. You groaned slightly, seeing Jun approach you with some concern in his face.

“Are you okay? You’ve been out here for a long time. Did you drink too much already? You’re supposed to be my beer pong partner.”

You smiled with relief. This was the Jun you knew, chattering on without a care. You could hide this from him if you wanted to.

“I’m okay,” you answered, smiling nervously up at him. “I’m just distracted, I guess.”

“Oh, by what? Are you that upset that I changed my costume? Minghao, he just-”

“No, it’s not that,” you laughed. Jun had always had a talent for getting so painfully close to the point and just barely missing.

“So what is it?” He fixed a serious look at you.

You swallowed under his tense gaze. You could feel your body reacting, wanting to look so disrespectfully at your friend.

“You?” you all but whimpered, gaze back on his abs, when you answered.

“Me?” Jun was confused, following your line of vision to his own torso. His heart pounded in his ears. In all your years of friendship, despite his secret wishes, you’d never looked at him like this. He’d buried it over time, but seeing you look up at him, your expression a mixture of disbelief and desire knocked his old crush loose again way too easily.

“What, cause I’m dressed like this you want me to be mean to you, like those guys you’ve been dating?” Jun asked, more than slightly bitter.

“Huh?” your face screwed up in confusion. His jealousy was easy to clock, but the way your breath grew shallow at Jun’s harsh words was bewildering.

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen me shirtless before,” Jun chuckled, ego swelling at the way you reacted.

“Jun,” you squeaked as he pulled you onto your feet.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked. He was genuinely curious now.

“I-…want you,” you sighed.

“Me? Or just this version of me?” he needed to know.

“I don’t know!” you stamped your foot, genuinely frustrated at this tangled ball of feelings that had shown up suddenly.

“Hey, hey!” Jun suddenly snapped back to reality, seeing the distress on your face, “I’m just teasing, you’re so easy to rile up,” he tried to play it off, cupping the sides of your face in his large hands.

“Not funny,” you sigh, heart still pounding. Your skin prickled at Jun’s comforting touch and it was like the last piece of your brain suddenly clicked into place. “I want you,” you blurt out.

“I said I was just teasing,” Jun rebuts instinctively.

“I don’t-, I’m not,” you shake your head firmly. “Please?”

Jun folds. Almost before you can even complete your soft request, he lowers his face to yours and kisses you firmly. You moan into his mouth as he pulls you against him, your soft curves molding against his hard musculature.

“Will you take me home?” you murmur against his lips and Jun doesn’t have to think twice. He picks you up and carries you to his car, sending Minghao a brief and apologetic text before driving away.

“You know, we don’t have to,” Jun offers as soon as you enter his apartment.

“I want to,” you pout, his kindness making your chest tighten.

“You just want me for my slutty waist,” Jun laughs, catching your eyes on his abs again.

“Maybe,” you look away indignantly.

“C’mere,” Jun beckons you. You walk towards him and he surprises you by grabbing you by the wrists and placing your hands on his torso. “Look any harder and your eyeballs will fall out.”

“Jun!” you flush at his teasing, but your hands explore anyway.

“You’re cute when I tease you,” he laughs darkly in your ear. Who knew Jun had this side to him.

“Junie,” you squeak as his fingertips dig into your hips and you gush for him. “Bed, now.”

“Yes, princess,” he nods, hauling you onto his hip to carry you into his bedroom. You melt a little bit, hearing his nickname for you in this context. “That works for you, huh?” he chuckled, picking up on your soft sigh before setting you down.

“Seems so,” you blush furiously. Juns blonde hair hangs in his eyes as he looks down at you. The jacket makes his already tall frame look even larger and more looming than usual. “Fuck,” you squeak, thighs pressing together.

“Uh uh, open,” Jun tuts, sliding a hand between your knees to press you open. “Oh,” he grins wolfishly as his fingertips discover your telling wetness.

You let out a strangled sigh and it goes right to his head. While Jun was doing a pretty good job of keeping his cool and staying in character for you, he was freaking out internally. He would go straight to hell for lying if he ever said he’d never pictured you in his bed before, but to have you here and now was another thing completely.

“Junie, you okay?” you looked up at him with concern as he was deep in thought. “We don’t have to, if you’re having second thoughts.”

“Are you kidding me?” Jun snapped out of it, looking at you as if you’d grown a second head. “I’ve been waiting for you to be ready for this for years,” he laughs darkly before pressing his palm against you, hard.

“Ah!” you cry out, unable to process his confession as he barreled past it. “Jun!” you gasped, squirming at his precise pressure.

“Stay still, kitten,” he grumbled, his left hand coming up to grab you firmly, just under the jaw.

You buckled. You folded. You melted against him with a fluttery ‘hmm’, grabbing at his jacket weakly for support.

“Just like that?” your best friend chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple before stepping back. “You’re too easy.”

A soft laugh of disbelief is all you can manage as you watch Jun shrug off his jacket. Your brain is addled with a bunch of realizations that threaten to solidify, so you shake your head, putting that off for just a while longer.

“Jun, come here,” you pout, pulling him towards you by his belt loops. You press soft kisses against his exposed abs and along his waistband, palming him through his pants.

“Fuck,” he hissed, growing weak at the knees. His hand threads through your hair, applying gentle pressure.

“Can I suck you off?” you asked politely, fingertips resting at his belt buckle.

“Go ahead,” he responded cooly, even though he felt like his head was going to catch fire.

You hummed excitedly as you undid the buckle. The plasticky material crinkled loudly as you pulled it down, but you managed to unleash Jun’s proud erection. Grasping him at the base, you wasted no time and slid your lips over him. Groaning appreciatively at the way he filled your mouth up, you worked up and down at a medium pace. A bubble of pride rose in your chest at the strangled sounds that Jun made.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Jun groaned, eyes rolling back into his head. “Of course you give immaculate head too.”

A baffled smile curled onto your lips as you processed Jun’s compliment. Immaculate? He really knew how to hit you right in the praise kink.

“Juuuuun,” you pulled back to whine impatiently. “I want to ride you.”

“By all means, go ahead,” Jun laughed, shucking his pants off and laying back on the bed.

You had planned to undress as well, but seeing Jun laid back with his erection jutting proudly upwards was completely derailing and you found yourself climbing onto him, the front of your dress gaping wildly open to favor him an unobstructed view of your breasts.

“You look a mess,” he laughed, somehow both derisive and affectionate. “You want me that badly?”

“I-I don’t like this side of you,” you lied, flushing bright red and refusing to answer his question.

“Liar,” he chuckled, palming your breasts firmly before he reached up, hooking his hand around the back of your neck, pulling your face down to his. “If you want to ride my cock, which you obviously do, I want to hear you say it.”

Jun almost felt mean, but the way your pupils dilated reassured him. Your lips pursed slightly and you thought about punching him before you gave in.

“I want you,” you admitted reluctantly. “I want you to split me in half, Jun,” you admitted, head hanging in shame at the words you’d just said out loud.

“Oh? I mean go ahead,” Jun nodded, eyes wide.

You moved with embarrassing speed, reaching down to slide him into you. You’re a little surprised at the size, but your toes curled at the sensation of having to slide down slowly and stretch around him. You let out a sigh when you bottomed out, letting out a breath you hadn’t been aware you’d been holding.

“You’re so tiny,” Jun pants, grabbing at the front of your dress as he rolled his hips.

“I hate you,” you squeak as he thrust into you, deep and full.

“Yes, I can see that,” he rolled his eyes at your bratty display. “Do you usually cream on everyone that you hate? Or just me?”

“Jun!” you gasped, scandalized and reeling. You looked away, trying to hide your blush, but Jun had other ideas.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you,” he demanded, grabbing your chin and turning your eyes back towards him. His index and pointer finger slid into your open mouth and he stroked impossibly deeper into you as your lips closed around him.

Your expression grew frantic as you spasmed around him. You wanted to say something, to warn him, but your mouth was full. Jun can read your cues too well, though, and he grins encouragingly up at you as you come apart around him, the ball of flames in the pit of your belly ripping through you.

“Wen Junhui,” you narrow your eyes at him after you’re finally able to catch your breath. “What the hell was that?”

“What? You didn’t like it?” he played with your hair as you laid across his chest.

“No, it’s not that,” you shake your head furiously.

Truth be told, you were having trouble pinpointing exactly what your hang up was. It certainly wasn’t that you hadn’t enjoyed it. And sure, you’d wondered in passing about what it might be like to date Jun, but you wondered that about everyone so you’d never thought that much about it.

“Talk it out with me,” he suggested, like he always did when you were confused or conflicted.

“I’ll try,” you huffed, forcing your thoughts into coherency. “Well, one. I didn’t think that was ever going to happen, so I’m kind of in shock. Two, I don’t understand how you seem to have crawled into my brain to know all the right buttons to press. And three, I’m just kind of annoyed that I’m so blindsided by it? Like were there no indications for me that you have this side to you?”

Jun laughed, propping your chin up with his palm.

“Well, to your first point, I’ve probably thought about this enough times to make up for you threefold. Two: I’m your best friend? I know so much about you, is it a surprise that I can infer some of your sexual preferences? You're not exactly subtle, you’re kind of bratty as a friend too.”

You opened your mouth in protest at this statement and Jun cut you off with a pointed ‘see?’ look.

“And to your last point…at least part of it is that I didn’t want you to know.”

“Why?”

“Cause I was so hopelessly smitten over you for a while and I wanted you to feel the same about me. But the whole me, not just that side of me. And then I just got used to it, I guess.”

Your eyes swum at this statement. You were speechless.

“Hey, we’re okay right? I'm still your Jun,” he squeezed your cheeks nervously.

“It’s just-, I mean,” you tried several times to start your answer before succeeding. “It’s very difficult to reconcile the person I just had sex with and my best friend. But yes. You are my Jun. It’ll just take some getting used to,” you nodded.

Jun’s eyebrows raised.

“Inch-resting,” he stroked an invisible mustache as he waggled his eyebrows at you playfully. “So you’re saying we’ll be doing this again?”

“Wen Junhui, I really do hate you!” you pinched him in the side. He was such a good goddamn goofball and it was one of the things you loved most about him.

“No you don’t,” he laughed, rolling over so that he was laying on you. He wasn’t heavy, more like a human weighted blanket. “Ow my balls,” he winced before readjusting so that his thick erection nestled between your thighs.

“Y-you’re doing this on purpose,” you narrowed your eyes at him, the heavy heat of him making you feel melty again.

“Uh duh! I told you, I’ve been waiting for this for years,” he looked meaningfully into your eyes.

You had fully melted now. You kicked yourself for not seeing things more clearly and sooner, but Jun didn’t let you wallow for too long. He was right, you had a lot of lost time to make up for!

#jun smut #junhui smut #jun fanfic #junhui fanfic #svt smut #svt fanfic #jun imagines #jun scenarios #junhui imagines #junhui scenarios #seventeen fanfic #seungkwansphd:writes #jun x reader #junhui x reader #seventeen smut

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roguelov · 3 months

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Hello! I love your writing and I’ve seen some requests you’ve wrote for about people’s job and Morpheus’ reaction to them. How do you think he would react or be with when it comes to someone who teaches? I’m a special education kindergarten teacher myself, and I work my contract hours plus practically all night all week long (including weekends) to make sure my kiddos have what they need and to give them all my support, but sometimes I feel like I’m still not giving them enough. I want to be the best teacher I can be for them, because they deserve the best. If I can make a request, could it be where Morpheus maybe gets the reader to slow down a bit and reassures them that they are doing all they can?

A side thought- Would he also even check in at the school through Matthew to be sure the reader isn’t overdoing it at the school and working too hard at their desk after school?

Sorry to fill up your inbox with this long piece, and I hope you have an awesome day 😁.

Dude yes hell yes I fucking adore all of this! And I know you are doing you’re absolute best and your kiddos love you 🥰

Matthew swooped down onto a small ledge of a brick building, peering into the window. Desks were clustered into groups while children happily chatted. It seemed like there was a creative project going on, something dealing with paper plates, googly eyes, and some paint.

It was something Matthew remembered you working on the weekend prior. He had visited you, only for you to rush out to buy the supplies and ensure the paper animals were easy to follow along.

“They look exhausted.”

Dream’s voice hummed in Matthew’s head. The raven nodded, agreeing with a small frown.

Despite your smiles, despite your cheery voice as you talked with the children, despite your well put together outfit, you still looked utterly exhausted. The bags under your eyes seemed to have deepened since the last time the raven had seen you.

Dream sighed as he watched you through Matthew’s eyes. “Watch over them for the time being, I will speak with them later.”

“Will do, boss.”

Hours later in the comfort of your home, you flopped down into your bed. You were thankfully for the weekend, if only for a moment. Your mind instantly thought of papers to grade, and other potential projects you wished to try with your wonderful students.

You groaned, burying your face into the pillow.

Later, let’s think about that later.

A weight dipped in the bed beside you. Normally, one would react with surprise. Yet, exhausted and already knowing who was surprise guest, you only lazily turned your head to see Dream. He offered a small smile as he ran his knuckles over your cheek.

“You look tired, my love,” he whispered.

“I am,” you mumbled, closing your eyes. His feathery touch was welcomed.

“Perhaps you should relax, and slow down. You do too much.”

You lightly shook your head. “I can’t, the kids need me and deserve the best.”

“And they are receiving the best, but you mustn’t run yourself into the ground to do so.”

You opened your eyes with a slight pout. He chuckled.

“Then see it this way, if you overwork yourself you will not be giving your best to the children.”

Your pout deepened into a frown. You hated that he was right.

“I … I just want to make sure I can give them the world, to give them everything they need to keep going,” you whispered in a dejected tone.

“And as I said, you are. You do far more, you go above and beyond anyone, I only wish you would care for yourself as you care for your children.”

You sighed.

“If you won’t take care of yourself, then let me.”

Your heart skipped at his offer and a smile tugged on your lips. “Oh, really?”

Dream hummed, “Yes, just allow me this weekend. Let me do what I must to care for you so you may be ready come Monday.”

“But -“

“I assure you, anything you need to get done will be done. Just give me but a moment of your time.”

You weighed the pros and cons. But, given your already exhaustive state, being pampered and adored sounded wonderful.

“Okay, you win.”

Dream smiled softly. He bent down, kissing your forehead. A sprinkling of sand danced before yours eyes. Your eyes began to flutter close.

“Then first you must rest,” Dream’s voice echoed around you. “I will meet you in the Dreaming, my love.”

A small smile lingered on your lips as you drifted off. “I love you,” you mumbled.

“And I love you,” he whispered into your ear.

It was the last thing you heard before entering the Dreaming, and it was the one sentiment Dream reminded you this weekend - his absolute and unabashed love for you.

#the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #x reader #anon #ask

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sanjoongie · 1 year

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Pain into Pleasure

ღPairing: Seonghwa x Reader (f) ღGenre: enemies to lovers au, Modern Wizardry School au ღWord Count: 3,853 ღWarnings: rough sex, pain kink with a twist, scratching, biting, spanking, hair pulling, the threat of choking, f and m orgasm ღRated: 18+ MDNI, smut with no plot

ღSummary: You’re a new teacher at the Twilight Academy, bumping into a supposed teacher and sleeping with them the day before you start. Little did you know… it wasn’t simply a teacher you were sleeping with insert pained smile expression here

ღDedication: @mejuii @downtoamagicalland sometimes I think I write Seonghwa just for you to tell me this version is your new favorite @flurrys-creativity why do you do this to me. but thank you. ღAll of the Parts | ღNext Part

You settled into a creaky wooden chair, feeling quite happy with yourself. You had landed your dream job at your dream school, teaching, well, dreams. You were a happy white magic user, specializing in Dream Magic. You were to help the students at the Twilight Academy delve into the world of dreams. You were quite excited to be teaching your specialty magics and even more excited to be doing it at the esteemed Twilight Academy.

Now, to have a nice dinner at the pub attached to the inn you were sleeping at before your first day at the academy.

“What will it be, Sweetheart?” You looked up to see a wicked smile on the face of a dark haired man.

You cocked your head. “What do you recommend?”

He leaned his hip against the table. “New in town?”

You nodded, “I start at Twilight tomorrow.”

He looked impressed. “The new Dreams teacher, I assume?”

You raised an eyebrow and he laughed. “Small town. Everyone knows everything. I’m Wooyoung. I own the pub portion of the inn.”

“Well, Wooyoung. I’m a bit cold and I haven’t eaten much due to my excitement for this new leg of my life.”

Wooyoung nodded astutely. “One bowl of Hearty Jambalaya coming right up. You can handle spice, right?”

“Mmmm,” You hummed in appreciation, “My mouth is watering already.”

While you were waiting for your dinner to be served, the door to the outside opened and in breezed in someone who looked holier than thou. His bright white hair drew attention immediately, if not for the aura of authority around him. He sat down primly on a chair, taking the table that dominated the back corner of the room. He adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose to peer at the menu but then waved it away immediately. You felt your mouth lifting up in a sneer. By the looks of his golden embroidered jacket, with the feather embellishment, he was probably the school’s Demon Summoning Teacher. Those black magic users were always full of themselves.

“Oh, don’t break my heart and say you want Seonghwa along with your Jambalaya?” Wooyoung frowned deeply, approaching your table with your order.

You pasted a smile on your face. “No, I was thinking quite the opposite in fact.”

“Good,” Wooyoung grinned, “Now take a spoonful of this and tell me it warms your soul.”

You did so, groaning at how the flavors melted on your tongue. “That is exactly what I need.”

“That’s my magic power, knowing what dish my clients need. Eat up and then promise you’ll visit me once you get settled into Twilight Academy.”

Wooyoung was pushy, to be sure, but in a friendly and flirty way. You liked him immediately. “Promise.”

You watched as Wooyoung weaved his way through the room until he reached the man that was in the corner. “Ah, Seonghwa, what can I get for you, Mister High and Mighty?”

Seonghwa stared down his nose at Wooyoung. “I have a proper title, Wooyoung. Would it kill you to use it?”

“It would kill me, as in kill my soul. Now. A glass of 1609 Monastrell and a plate of penne pasta marinara?”

Seonghwa blinked slowly at Wooyoung. “How you do that every time, I’ll never know.”

Wooyoung winked at Seonghwa. “You don’t know everything, Seonghwa.”

You decided the quicker you ate, the faster you’d be warm and you could get this Seonghwa out of your imagery until you had to see him at school the next day. And maybe even then, you wouldn’t have to interact with him too much. Hopefully.

“Excuse me but I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before?” The man with the holier than thou expression was in front of your table now. He had a small smile on his face, like it was difficult for him to maintain.

“New to town,” You said, frostiness coating your tongue. Did you mention you really hated black magic wielders?

“My name is Seonghwa, nice to make your acquaintance.”

You stared at his hand and sighed. Probably best not to make a bad impression yet. You shook his hand and felt a zap of energy. You stared up at Seonghwa in disbelief. “Did you really just test your magic against mine right now?” It was the rudest form of greeting amongst magic users, really. How dare he?

Seonghwa’s smile widened a fraction. “Just a simple test.”

You narrowed your eyes up at the man. “Let go of my hand.”

Seonghwa did as you commanded but to your chagrin, he took the seat opposite of you. “You don’t like me very much, do you?”

“You certainly haven’t made a good impression of yourself, Master Black Magic User.”

“Good guess.”

You rolled your eyes. “No need to guess. You walk like you own the place and you dress like you're a pompous fool. Majority of your kind do.”

Wooyoung entered the main room from the kitchens and frowned. “Seonghwa?”

Seonghwa waved Wooyoung over without looking his way. “I’ll take my food over here, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung didn’t look like he liked the sound of that but nonetheless deposited the plate and glass of wine in front of Seonghwa. “Whatever you wish, H--.”

“Now, you were just about to introduce yourself, were you not?” Seonghwa said. He took his utensils and began to dig into his dish. Wooyoung pushed his tongue out behind Seonghwa’s back at being cut off and made you giggle.

“No, I don’t believe I was,” You said. “And actually, I believe I’m done here. You’ve spoiled my appetite.”

Seonghwa watched, his lips stained with marinara sauce. His tongue came out absent-mindedly to lick the sauce away. His long tongue. His long, long, long tongue. Now that wasn’t something you saw every day.

“Then perhaps you’ll indulge me?” Seonghwa wondered.

“In telling you who I am?” You laughed mirthlessly, “To a black magic user? Would you like a lock of my hair while we’re at it? No, I don’t think I will.”

“Well, that’s going to make it awkward later when you’re screaming my name but I won’t know how to address you.” He took a deep drink of his wine, eyes twinkling over the glass’s rim.

You sputtered. How presumptuous? How the hell did he think you were going to invite him to your bed? “Wooyoung?” You shouted instead.

“Yes, my new favorite customer?” Wooyoung pushed through the small doors that broke up the main room from the kitchen.

“Do you want me to pay up front or add it to my tab for the inn with my room?” You stood up, gathering the book you had been planning on reading during dinner. “And please, don’t take insult to the food remaining on my plate. It was delicious. My dinner partner, however, was not.”

Wooyoung smirked knowingly. “I’ll add it to your tab so you can make a quick getaway.”

“Good day to you, Sir,” You sneered and began to leave the pub so you could get back into the inn and make your way to your room.

“Wait a moment, Mistress White Magic User.” Seonghwa used the same term you had thrown at him earlier.

“This white magic user is about to use her magic against you if you keep this up,” You declared, spinning on your heel to turn around and address Seonghwa.

“I’ve a proposal for you.” Seonghwa leaned against the archway opening.

“I very much doubt I would like to hear it,” You attempted to shut him down.

Seonghwa lifted a finger. “Hear me out first. Then you may decline… or acquiesce.”

You sighed heavily. “Hurry up then.”

“I’ve a spell that can translate pain into pleasure,” Seonghwa announced.

“Surely you don’t think I could trust you with something like that?” You said bewildered.

“You’re not tempted?” Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at you. “Your aura changed when I zapped you with my magic.”

This beanpole was implying that you enjoyed the small token of pain he had gifted you with. Then there was that long tongue that you had categorized while he was eating. You looked down at his feet. They were large. Shit.

Seonghwa passed through the doorframe and offered his arm for you. “Shall we?”

What did you really have to lose? You doubted you’d get much action once you were being housed with the rest of the teachers at Twilight. This could be the last time before you spend an entire semester dedicated to your students.

“Fine,” You said crisply, avoiding his offered arm. “And I’ll have you know I know the perfect infertility spell to accompany yours.”

"Certainly." You went up the stairs, Seonghwa following behind you. "We couldn't possibly have little reminders of our night together. Black and white magic user little darlings. Wouldn't be becoming of either of us."

You stopped suddenly on the stairs. "Why in the world would you say that?" You turned around on the staircase.

"It's true, isn't it?" He quirked an eyebrow at you. "We can't let that happen."

You turned around and continued back straight away to your rooms. "Be quick or I'll start to rethink this."

"No," Seonghwa said, calling your bluff. "I don't think you will."

"Oh, Master of seduction now are you?" You opened your door and waved your hand to show you were waiting for him to enter.

Seonghwa ducked his head, laughing quietly. He put his hands in his pockets and walked to stand in front of you. "You want seduction? I thought you were a woman of practicality."

You laughed mirthlessly. "If I was a woman of practicality, I wouldn't have said yes."

"Then seduction you will get."

Gentle, beautiful hands cupped your cheeks. Lips pressed kisses to your jaw as those fingers tilted your head upwards. "Should I treat you like a flower?" Those same fingers wrapped around your neck, slightly cutting off your breath, not enough to stop breathing, but enough to threaten. "Or are you a bruised peach?"

With your eyes on the ceiling, you squeaked, “What about your spell?"

Seonghwa leaned in to whisper into your ear, releasing your windpipe. "You've not been seduced very many times, have you?"

You seethed with rage. "Are you determined to keep me angry instead of turned on?"

"I like your anger. It tastes yummy."

You shuddered. "The spell Seonghwa."

"You first. I can't promise to stop after I start mine."

You called upon Aphrodite to deny your womb all fruits that could be born on this day, your ancient Greek rolling off your tongue. Your eyes glowed yellow while the spell took shape and the goddess worked through you. A red rose took form, appearing as if it had grown from your stomach. It then wilted and in a poof of red smoke was gone.

"Your ancient Greek is beautiful," Seonghwa murmured.

"Can we go inside my room now or would you rather an audience?" You hissed.

Seonghwa’s voice grew deep as he went into your room and spoke Norse. You closed the door as a boat drifted in front of you and then crashed into your forehead, poofing out of existence. "Freyr, really?"

Seonghwa adjusted his glasses. "Black magic user, remember?"

You brought your hands to the top of your sweater to remove it but Seonghwa’s hands closed over yours on the first button. "Please, allow me."

You watched with your breath held as Seonghwa took his time unbuttoning each and every button of your cardigan. It revealed a baby blue lingerie set that looked wonderful against your skin. Seonghwa seemed to think so as well, his fingers skimming your chest along the lacy cups. His nails dug a little harshly next and you gasped. You saw what he had done. You knew that his nails were digging into your skin but you felt immense pleasure from it. Seonghwa soothed the red marks with the pads of his fingers. His eyes peeked over the rims of his glasses. “Good?”

“Yup, the spell works,” You confirmed.

Seonghwa lowered his eyes back to your body and began to leave soft kisses down the valley of your breasts and continuing down your torso. He dragged his nails down your sides and you couldn't help but gasp again. The sensation was odd when one was expecting pain but it certainly wasn’t unpleasant.

Seonghwa smiled knowingly when he got to the waistband of your pants, on his knees now. “Just wait until I bite you.”

“Seonghwa,” You said his name with just a hint of hesitation.

His eyes rolled up to meet yours. Simply the image of his head at level with your pelvis was making you swallow in an attempt to locate some moisture to your mouth. "Yes?"

"What about your clothes?" You weren't sure why you were whispering but it felt imperative to do so.

Seonghwa quirked an amused eyebrow up at you. “Worried I might be deformed or hiding tentacles from my black magic dealings?”

You choked on your own saliva and avoided his gaze. “No.”

“What is it that you want then, lover?” He was going to make you say it out loud. What a Sadist.

You could feel your neck and face heat up. “Am I to be the only one removing clothes?” You persisted stubbornly.

“Let me take care of you first,” Seonghwa lowered his eyes back to your stomach. He pushed his lips inwards. “I want to taste your anger on your skin.”

The waistband of your pants were undone, pulled downwards and Seonghwa’s long tongue came out to play. He licked a strip along your stomach, humming and sounding discontent. “Not angry enough.”

You pursed your lips. “Seonghwa,” you said his name in warning.

“Wooyoung saw us leave to go to your rooms, you know. That bridge will have been burnt by now. He’s probably figuring out what dishes I hate the most to prepare next time I dine here. It’s too bad, I hear he’s quite the lay. You might have to come back to me for more if you’re looking for something delectable in this sleepy town.”

You felt your anger boil up. “Why are you bringing Wooyoung up? And who are you to assume that I would want anything from you after this? All of you damn black magic users are full of yourselves.”

Seonghwa licked another strip, this one along your hip. “Much better.”

“Seonghwa! Is there any reason you’re delaying this?” You moved to take a step back but his fingers dug into the flesh of your butt to stop you. You hissed in pleasure as a result.

“Simply enjoying myself,” Seonghwa murmured.

Without another word, Seonghwa tugged your pants off, holding your hand to keep you stable while you neatly stepped out of them. Then he cocked your leg so that he could throw it over his shoulder. He didn’t even bother to pull your underwear off, simply pulling it to the side and gave your clit a sneaky little kitten lick. When you yelped for him, he dove eagerly further into your cunt. His dark eyes remained glued to your face, watching for your reactions. His fingers continued to give you little jolts of pleasure, blunt nails digging into your skin.

It felt too intimate to allow him to make you come with his tongue alone so you called a halt to it as you felt your climax languidly build due to his ministrations. “Seonghwa,” You said his name, voice husky.

As if on cue, he allowed himself one last long lick up your cunt and then sat back on the heels of his feet. “So eager for my cock that you must stop me?” He sounded a cross between frustrated and amused.

It was your turn to quirk an eyebrow at him. “Enjoy eating pussy that much, Seonghwa, that you complain about having to stop?”

“Touché.” Seonghwa somewhat simmered down.

Seonghwa stood up and began to remove his jacket. He folded it neatly and placed it on a chair. He then undid his cufflinks, placing them in his pants pockets and then worked on the buttons of his shirt. “See? No tentacles.” No, but there were scars. You didn’t ask and Seonghwa didn’t tell.

“How would you like me, lover?” Seonghwa smiled crookedly.

You mentally told your heart to hush, erratically beating all of a sudden. “Sit,” You commanded.

Seonghwa chuckled as you turned around to sit on his lap. He yanked his pants downwards, keeping his underwear on. “Afraid if you make any more eye contact with me that I’ll be able to read your mind?”

“Actually, I was attempting to think of a good position to take advantage of your spell, but if you’d prefer the face to face, heart to heart, we can certainly rearrange things.”

“Would you do that for me?” Seonghwa, in response, pulled down your sweater until it was hanging from your elbows and bit down at your shoulder.

You shuddered as the bit sparked something in your lower half once again, ignoring his poke at you. Between the two of you, you managed to line Seonghwa's cock up with your hole and you sank down on him. And sank. And sank. When your ass finally felt the soft material of his underwear, you sighed. “Long enough for you?” Seonghwa purred into your ear.

“A little warning would have been nice,” You said with a squeaky voice.

“What’s the fun in that?” And with that, Seonghwa slapped your ass. You moaned out loud, the pleasant sensations radiating from the handprint now on your ass.

“Again?” Seonghwa wondered.

You nodded, not trusting yourself with your mouth open. Seonghwa did it again and you moaned just as loudly. You became very wet as he alternated cheeks. If this was how it was going to be and he was only seated inside of you…

“Grab ahold of my hair and start thrusting into me…please?” You asked.

Seonghwa wove his hand into your hair, giving an experimental tug that gave you good tingles on your scalp and then said, “It would be my pleasure.”

You would have been embarrassed by the lewd sounds that were coming from your lower half if you weren’t completely absorbed by the pleasure you were receiving. The systematic tugs of your hair, the harsh grip of his other hand on your hip and the accurate thrusts inside of you were practically heaven. Perhaps there was a reason the man was full of himself. He was certainly a skilled lover; of that you were certain.

“How loud are you going to scream for me when you climax?” Seonghwa wondered out loud, “You think Wooyoung will hear all the way down in his kitchen?”

“Seong--Hwa!” You broke up his name into two very long syllables, his thrusts being part of the reason you did so.

“You are too fun to torture,” Seonghwa chuckled. “Shall I put you out of your misery?”

“Are…you…close?” You panted before you realized how that sounded.

“Oh? Does my pleasure also matter all of a sudden?” Seonghwa queried.

“Seonghwa!” You shouted, anger making you a bit more coherent.

“Yes, lover, I’ll be coming with you. Such a thoughtful darling little White Magic User you are.”

Whatever rebuttal that was coming out of your mouth was lost because in a few more thrusts, you were coming undone. Your climax hit you like a tidal wave, wiping everything away other than the pleasure zooming through your nerves. You cried out loudly, body becoming a ragdoll for Seonghwa to fuck. You whined as Seonghwa climaxed as well, biting into your shoulder once again. And by the feel of the pleasure from it, it was going to leave a very good mark.

Your head lay back on Seonghwa’s shoulder as you somehow managed to gather your senses and come back to your body. “You were so good for me,” Seonghwa cooed.

“Pat my head and I will bite you,” You groaned.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, lover,” Seonghwa purred.

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You woke the next morning to an empty bed, and thanked your lucky star you didn’t have to kick anyone out of it. You dressed in a beautiful blazer and skirt of dark blue with whimsical pastel clouds that moved across the blue like aurora borealis. You had paid a pretty penny for the fabric but you were looking to make a good impression on the Director.

You were escorted to the Director’s Office, where he was sitting looking out the very large windows to the entirety of the school’s grounds. The chair was high-backed, so you couldn't even see a hint of his hair.

“Director?” You called out, smoothing your skirt under you as you sat.

“Welcome!” The director turned in his chair and then the both of you were staring at each other with wide eyes.

“You?!” You stood up abruptly, pointing a very rude finger at Seonghwa.

“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise?” Seonghwa said, a crooked smile growing on his face.

“No, it is not pleasant!” You shouted.

Seonghwa’s smile widened to a grin. “You were certainly pleased last night.”

“What I am not pleased with,” You said through gritted teeth, “Is that apparently I have slept with my boss!”

“How about we talk about it over dinner in my room tonight?” Seonghwa offered.

You groaned loudly. “This is ridiculous.”

Seonghwa’s eyes studied your outfit. “You are dressed to impress me.”

“And you’re wearing the exact same ensemble from the other night?” You screeched.

Seonghwa preened. “Corpse Crow Feathers are my favorite. Reminds my students of who I used to be during the war. Keeps them in line.”

You buried your face into your hands. “What did I ever do to deserve this?”

“Look on the bright side, Mistress White Magic User. At least we won’t have to deal with the sexual tension between us for an entire semester until you ultimately succumb to me during the Christmas break.”

You opened your mouth to spew insults to your boss but were interrupted by a man with yellow and orange hair. He bursted into the office, eyes wide. “Director Park--!” His eyes immediately focused on you

“What seems to be the emergency now, Professor Song?”

Professor Song ignored Seonghwa. “Song Mingi, Elements Professor,” He offered a hand with fingertips singed permanently, “A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Mingi, the emergency?” Seonghwa demanded.

Mingi smiled goofily. “Students in the Dreamer Dorms seem to have invited a Fire demon in order to light a bonfire for s'mores. I’ve kept the fire back but we need your expertise to un-summon the demon.”

Seonghwa sighed. “Very well. And it's ‘dismiss’ a demon, Professor Song, how many times must I tell you?”

“Shall I take care of the new professor?” Mingi grinned widely at you.

Seonghwa halted before he left his office, speaking over his shoulder. “You will accompany me. And I have satisfied all of the Dreams Professor’s needs already.”

You winced at the implications. He was never going to let go of this, was he? It’s official. It wasn’t even your full first day and you were screwed. ღAll of the Parts | ღNext Part

#kvanity #kwritersworldnet #pirateeznet #park seonghwa smut #ateez smut #seonghwa smut #atz smut #topaz's work #ღatz #yes seonghwa must always have a breeding kink #sue me #twilight academy

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karniss-bg3 · 6 months

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Hey guys, hope you're doing well.

I apologize for being quiet/less active lately. I've hit a bit of a creative wall where I'm feeling the bite of burnout and it's been a struggle to write anything I can feel good about. My cat has also gotten sick which has resulted in a mad dash to the vet and a great deal of worrying on my end. She is fine for the moment which is a relief but the bill that came attached right before the holidays has added a new layer of stress. It will all work out but the events compound one another and it has tossed my mind into a vast, bleak fog.

For this reason I'll not be accepting new writing prompts for the time being. The ask box will remain open for all other inquiries/comments. I suspect the earliest I'll reopen writing requests is early next year after things have settled down. I do still have a few prompts to address so folks may see writing still pop up here as I move through the queue.

I know I often thank people for their support but I do want to delve into that a bit deeper. I never expected much from this blog when I first started it. I figured it would just be a depository for my ravenous Kar'niss obsession so I wouldn't flood followers on my primary blog with material they didn't sign up for. Instead it's morphed into a little haven for fellow drider enjoyers to congregate and discuss amongst their peers. From theorycrafting to praising their favorite Absolute loving arachnid, this spot became so much more than I ever imagined. Three-hundred plus followers later I still see the enthusiasm thrust into the comments and tags for a character that deserved more than he got.

Fandom can be beautiful and it can be ugly. Just like any community, it's subject to the flaws of its contributors. I am happy to say that, by and large, I've bore witness to more beauty than anything else and it's part of what has made this journey special to me. I am not Kar'niss, I don't work for Larian Studios, I am just a guy who gravitated toward a character I felt I could relate to and I ran with it. I am by no means a world class writer, merely someone who enjoys the art of storytelling. I am proud I was able to enrich an already bustling community with my little blurbs of text and I hope to continue to do so in the future.

So when I say thank you for your support I mean it. This has been some of the most fun I've had over the last two months and it is because of your passion and willingness to reach out. Hype comes and goes and I don't expect Kar'niss to be at the forefront of someone's mind forever. Should the day come that the devoted screams fade into hushed whispers I will still look back on my time here with great fondness. All of you are wonderful and I wish you nothing but good fortune for the end of this year and all throughout the next. Thanks for sticking with this old fart.

Have a fantastic holiday everyone!

#kar'niss #update #writing prompts are closed #Adrian gets sentimental at seven a.m.

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canonizzyhours · 5 months

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I wrote this long meta post this morning when I was supposed to be working in response to someone saying that they relate to Izzy because he's an outsider, but I deleted it because I realized that I don't care about Izzy, and there's no point in arguing with someone who will be like well that's just your opinion man. Out of all the crew, I care about Izzy the least. I missed Buttons more than I'll miss Izzy in S3. So I'm going to stop reading Izzy posts.

(Although I still maintain that if you see Izzy as the outsider character in Season One you're missing the whole point of his character in that season. Being disliked by your peers is not the same thing as being an outsider!)

But I have one final vent: I'm completely baffled by the canyon. Completely. After I finished the first season, my friend warned me that there were people in fandom who LOVED Izzy, and I was like lol wut. And even after reading all the canyon's meta and all their frankly unhinged tweets, I still don't get it.

Jar Izzy? Okay, I totally get that. Everyone loves a bad boy with issues. I'd be shocked if he didn't have some fans.

But canyon Izzy isn't even Izzy. I've seen them say over and over that Izzy is mentally ill, which is never presented in canon (yet they ignore Ed's very textual breakdown??? why don't they relate to Ed's mental illness???). They say he protects and cares about the crew - citation, please. Show me the scene where he protected anyone. They say that he was completely motivated by the thought that Stede and/or Ed was going to get them killed - aside from Izzy freaking out over the Spanish in 1x04, there's no evidence of that, either. Every character trait they like about canyon Izzy (secretly soft inside, a genius, a natural leader, creative, funny, really really ridiculously good looking, probably nice to kids) literally belongs to the character of Ed!

Then I see posts saying that they relate to Izzy because they're mean and no one likes them... yikes. Or I see them say that they relate to Izzy because they've loved someone who hasn't loved them back, but then why do they vilify the character their fave loves? They've been queer baited because Steddyhands was totally written into canon. Izzy was the only real disabled character. Izzy was the only real gay character. Izzy was the only one with a queer storyline - I guess Stede's entire storyline in Season One never happened?

And you know what, I could probably ignore all that. I could stop checking Tumblr. Hell, some of the Ed takes annoy me because they go too far in the opposite direction and call Izzy an evil mastermind; there are a lot of annoying posts on this site. But it bleeds into my first love: Modern AU Fanfic. Any time I click on a fic that pairs Izzy with anyone else it's more likely than not to portray Ed as violently insane or emotionally manipulative. It bums me out because I'm going to have to start filtering out more and more fic, and I'm going to miss out on some real gems just because it's also tagged Izzy Hands. But I don't know how much longer I can read fics where it turns out that Ed beats and tortures Izzy and only Izzy because they have a special connection, and Izzy gets with Lucius or Frenchie and Ed can't handle it because he can't deal with Izzy loving anyone but him, and Ed picks at Izzy and says terrible underhanded things about him, and everyone is secretly on Izzy's side. WHY ARE THERE EVEN SIDES???

Anyway, I blame Sherlock and discord.

#198.

#ofmd #izzy hands #fandom critical #canonizzyhours

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hornets-nest666 · 9 months

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Many people have some questions regarding to the choices we've made. The purpose of this post is to provide a clear understanding of the situation, to prevent the spread of misinformation or baseless criticism.

So, let's start with the first character we want to discuss: Rosco. There were people who didn't approve of his design and appearance. In the animated series, Rosco was on the heavier side, but in the comics, currently, he is thin, even skinny. Then why? We want to be honest with you instead of trying to kiss your ass and make excuses. We see him like this. Yes, it's that simple. It's like how Connie sees Sheba as being full, even though she is not portrayed that way in the canon. (And right now, I'm talking about this person's creative work, not the person themselves. I have never criticized Connie's creativity.)

By the way, we'll get to Sheba a little later.

I want to highlight a crucial aspect that many people have overlooked. Roscoe was a plump kid since his early years, and he faced bullying from his peers due to his weight. Our intention is to shed light on the challenges that overweight individuals, especially children, may face.

To be honest, I myself was a witness to bullying at school. Regrettably, it is a common issue that many children have to experience. However, it is important to note that we strongly disapprove of this behavior and, on the contrary, aim to raise awareness about this problem.

No one should be subjected to humiliation based on their physical appearance or any unique features they may have. This applies to people of all body types, regardless of being overweight or thin. Unfortunately, some individuals choose to overlook this and instead resort to intimidation and derogatory remarks, accusing us of being fat phobic.

Now, let's address the questions concerning Sheba. Some people, particularly those who are fans of Connie, have been upset with her physique. These people argue that Sheba being overweight is normal while being thin is not, and accuse me of being fat phobic for not portraying her that way.

Let's make something clear. These people claim that Sheba as overweight, and some have even attempted to prove that she was depicted as such in the original work, despite the fact that I have previously provided evidence (which can be found below) that debunks this rumor.

I am not judging their interpretation of the character in any way. Clearly, they appreciated how Connie illustrated the character, and for that, I am happy for them. However, it is unnecessary for them to shove their personal head canons on everyone else. No one is required to draw the way you want them to. Many people hold various opinions on this character. However, I, personally, along with my assistant Leila and our translator Kalu, perceive her like this and it's NOT BAD. Surprisingly, the negative reaction towards the portrayal of Sheba came as a shock to us. It seemed as though everyone prefers exclusively caring for overweight individuals, while negatively judging thin individuals solely based on their body size. This situation seems to exhibit a double standard.

Do you enjoy Connie's artwork? Well, why are you still here? Instead, you should be on her blog. I've come across several artists who portrayed characters differently from how I imagined them. What do you think I did? I simply continued to browse through their artwork without resorting to trash-talking or discussing it in a chat room with my friends.

There's a simple truth: if you appreciate someone's work, you follow them; if you don't, you just move on. I have no intention of apologizing for my work or belittling myself in front of those individuals who think it's acceptable to insult an artist based on their perspective. By reacting this way, you only reveal that you have nothing better to do.

Let's recall our most memorable April Fool's JOKE, which left a lasting impression on many people. I never thought people could get so offended by a really harmless joke.

Interestingly enough, it was Connie's fans, as well as Connie herself, who seemed to be the most offended. It seems that the significant age difference in the prank was taken quite seriously.

However, let me explain everything in order. Bendy, at the age of 18, is naturally inclined towards romance and has always followed his heart's desires. Regardless of anyone's attempts to dictate his dating choices, Bendy's rebellious nature ensures he remains unaffected, simply pursuing relationships with whomever he chooses.

Moreover, it is important to acknowledge that in my country, the transition into adulthood begins at the age of 18, and this fact cannot be denied. From the age of 18, individuals have the freedom to make their own decisions and shape their own lives. Consequently, once I reach the age of 18, I can start a relationship with a man who is 50 years old, since I will legally be considered an adult and capable of making my own choices. If you don't like it then you should direct your arguments towards the laws and regulations of my country, rather than towards me personally. You can try to reach out to Putin himself for a response.

Furthermore, it is worth noting that the same principles apply not only in Russia, but also in certain states across the USA.

I also find it funny to see the hypocrisy of individuals, who consider Bendy to be a child, while behaving in a deceitful manner. Why don't you bring up Bendy's 18+ content? Why don't you express surprise and concern about Bendy's age, saying something like, "Wait, Bendy is only 18!" It seems dishonest, doesn't it?

I did not draw anything like this based on the Oswald and Bendy pairing, because it was meant to be a joke. It's surprising to realize that there are individuals who need even the simplest things to be explained to them.

And of course, there will be those who will immediately ask, "Well, if Bendy doesn't care, what is Oswald's perspective?"

Just like any guy who has discovered his perfect match.

A relationship isn't just about one person; it's a mutual connection. If Bendy had an issue with Oswald's age, he would have rejected him. And I'm certain Oswald would have respected that. It's surprising how others feel the need to criticize Bendy, an adult who can stand up for himself, for being content with his partner's age. He will find his way in life without their judgment.

(Leila: Speaking from my own life experience, my mom and dad are 11 years apart. They live normally, and it hasn't caused any problems so far. :b ✌️)

That marks the end of this post. I sincerely hope that, through this, you are able to understand and empathize with the opposite perspective. As I said, this post is purely explanatory, as there are still individuals who remain unwilling to understand. I will not apologize for my artistic expression or any of the actions taken. I do not perceive them as insignificant or as errors requiring forgiveness.

They simply represent my creativity, personal interpretations, and humorous anecdotes, which some of you may view as subpar.

In that case, kindly refrain from visiting my blog again.

Thank you for your attention. ♥️ Additionally, I would like to extend my gratitude to Leila, Kal, and my dedicated audience for their unwavering support. You all hold a special place in my heart. 😭💝

#babtqftim #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #bendy and the ink machine #fan comic

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