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cloudcountry · 5 months

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MITSUNARI X READER PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS

(specifically a reader that, instead of being a seamstress or a tactile artist, is instead a poet. Or a poetic writer. He reads all their works and adores them to bits. Info dumping to his Warlord buddies about how good the writing and symbolism is lol! I just want a sweet husband that enjoys my writing w/ me lol).

SUMMARY: domestic bliss with your husband, mitsunari!!

WARNINGS: mentions of aging and death.

COMMENTS: i hope i did him justice!! this is my first time writing for him JASGFDASJ DIES i took it in a bit of a different direction so i hope you like it ^^

You don’t notice your husband as he creeps into your shared bedroom, sliding the door shut behind him as he stares at you. His eyes are soft, crinkling with both love and age as he makes his way over to you.

He knows better than to disturb you when you’re working, so instead he sits a little ways away from you, telling himself that he’ll look through his books until you’re done.

But even as his hand reaches for a book, his eyes are still trained on you.

He eventually looks away from you and turns his attention to the pages before him, reading about a military strategy he’s studied a million times. The silence is most welcome, the soothing atmosphere in your shared space never failing to bring you both peace after you’ve worked so hard every day.

Of course, there are times when one of you has to open up the door and drag the other outside for some fresh air so the two of you aren’t stuck in a room all day, and of course that someone is normally you, but neither of you would have it any other way.

Dinnertime rolls around and you have enough sense (and time awareness) to place your writing utensil down, gazing at the multitude of pages you’ve covered in satisfaction. Plenty of work was done today.

You’re unsurprised when you turn your head and see your husband buried in a pile of books, his glasses slipping down his nose as he furrows his brow at the page. There’s no telling how long he’s been there, hunched over the pages as he studies them so intently, but you’re one and the same in that regard.

“Mitsunari,” you call, getting up from your seat at your desk and wincing as your knee lets out an alarming crack, “It’s time for dinner.”

He doesn’t answer, but you didn’t expect him to. Carefully, you make your way over to him, making sure you don’t bump into any of his precious books. As you kneel at his side, you gently take the book out of his hands and remove his glasses, setting them aside.

“Mitsunari?” you call his name again, and this time your voice is enough to snap him out of his trance.

“Oh! Hello.” he smiles, so sweetly and brightly when he notices you that it’s a tad embarrassing, “Is it time for dinner yet? I’m so sorry if I kept you waiting.”

Oh, he’s an angel. There’s nothing that brings you more joy than being married to him, you’re certain of it.

“Yes, it is. Would you like to come with me to collect our meals?” you ask, getting up from your kneeling position and offering a hand to him.

“Of course.” he says, voice dreamy and soft, “I’d go anywhere for you.”

It’s bad for your heart, you’ve decided. He can’t just say those things when all you’re doing is getting dinner. But with the way he hums a cheery tune and intertwines your fingers, you can’t bring yourself to object to his flowery words.

Besides, if anyone’s an expert at those words, it should be you.

You and Mitsunari make your way to the kitchen, where sure enough, two trays are waiting for you. You two know each other well enough to know each other's tastes, so after offering a thank you to the chef (who comments on how cute is it that the two of you eat together, being the tease he is) you grab the dinner you know is yours and make your way back to your room.

“Would you like to eat outside today?” you suggest, “Since the sun is going down, it’ll be very pretty outside.”

“If it would make you happy, of course we can.” he wraps an arm around your waist and kisses your temple.

You feel your face grow warm when you feel his smile against your skin.

The evening air is cool as it hits your heated face. Mitsunari sits on the stairs, gazing out at the open sky above. You follow, feeling the world as it turns.

You suddenly feel small.

Your heart squeezes in your chest when you think about how similar your time period and this time period are, even if you call one home and had abandoned the other. It will always be a part of you, just like how the Earth still spins, even five hundred years in the future.

You’re married now. You’re growing older, and it hurts your head to think that with every passing day, you‘re getting closer to the day you’re born.

It’s strangely poetic, to be destined to die long before you’re born.

“What were you writing about today?” Mitsunari asks, his eyes trained on your face.

You probably looked sad, you realize. There wouldn’t have been a reason for him to interrupt with something you love if you looked okay.

“I was writing about someone who found their soulmate, about the effects of aging on the body and how it doesn’t mar the soul...because no matter how fast we decay, the fact that we existed and loved and lost will never stop being true.” you answer, turning your gaze away from him and towards the stars, “I think...I should make my next piece about how the world moves as a whole unit, leaving humans behind in death but bringing new ones into the unit by birth, and how no matter what the Earth will keep spinning because she’s more powerful than any of us know.”

“You have a lovely mind,” he says, gazing at you like you’re the Earth...like you’re the world.

You feel yourself flush again at his praise. He’s far too sweet to you, slathering your heart in his honey-coated words. It makes you sluggish and slow, it makes an utter fool out of someone who should know words like the back of their hand.

For once, you don’t use words, and instead, you lean in to kiss him. He reciprocates immediately, and you take comfort in the fact that the Earth gave you a chance to meet someone like him.

It feels like she’s smiling at the two of you as you thank her.

#i hope its obvious who the chef is LMAO #aims <3 #auburn's fics <3 #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ishida mitsunari #ikesen mitsunari #ikemen sengoku mitsunari #ikesen mitsunari x reader #mitsunari ishida x reader #ikemen sengoku mitsunari ishida x reader #mitsunari ishida fluff #ikesen mitsunari ishida fluff

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krysta-cross · 10 months

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Happiest Birthday to you my very sweet twinnie @darialovesstuff 💜🌙

I just want to take the opportunity to thank you for loving my OC, Krysta 🌟 and always remembering her and her aesthetics.

Greatly appreciated 💙

Tumblr has been great for me because of kind people like you 💕

This isn’t much and I am not quiet sure if I got this correctly but I managed to make headcannons for MysticWind. The request has taken so looooong but it’s on me because of my lack of confidence in writing but thanks to some boost I somehow am trying to do my best ^^

Some SFW and NSFW here ⤵️

MysticWind headcannons

SFW:

Fujin and Dia loves going to picnics, whether it’s them alone or with the kids. They like to go during afternoons when the sun nears to set, watching its beauty fade slowly until it’s dark and the moon takes over.

Mystic wind couple works together for things they want to accomplish like spells for the witch wife or paperworks for the wind god, they work well on helping each other finish their task then spend the remaining free time to cuddle.

Dia always keeps the kids in check especially if Fujin is busy with his god duties. She manages the household well and makes sure that everyone follows the schedule or anything they have to do.

MysticWind enjoys their time together even brief, like sharing a cup of coffee together while discussing how their days went is already a bliss and they value even the short time they can share off duty.

Night time is the most romantic thing for them. Laying down on the grass while staring at the night sky riddled with stars, with the bright full or crescent moon illuminating the darkness as they talk about how they adore each other. The wind blows a cool breeze that brings a dewy flowery aroma which makes it more romantic, staring at each other they seal the deal with a hot, passionate kiss.

NSFW:

During their sexy time, Dia likes to tease Fujin first before they do the deed. She will use minor spells for seduction and that excites the wind god the most. Little efforts rewards more. Nothing’s more exciting than seeing your hot witch wife strip tease her sexy goth witch outfit, dropping each piece on the floor making some clinking sounds from the metal adornments are music to Fujin’s ears.

The couple always wants a piece of each other everytime. The spark doesn’t die down even though they have been together for long. Fujin always wants his hands all over her, Dia also wants the same and the lovemaking deed is surely “bewitching”.

Fujin is very big on aftercare, he makes sure Dia is well taken care of after the intense lovemaking. She needs to hydrate? She is hungry? She needs a change of clothes? Name it, Fujin gets it in a whim.

Dia is a switch. She both enjoys riding the wind god or him railing her and making sure he is satisfied with it. Everytime they fuck it’s like an endurance contest, no one wants to show they are exhausted so they last for many rounds until they are both panting then laughs because of how childish they acted.

The couple are loud in bed, moans, groans and screams echoes the room, they find it sexy and a big turn on. Thank goodness for the spell that makes the room sound proof, the kids aren’t disturbed and the couple can be as loud as howling wolves during a full moon, able to fully express their love and intense passion they share every night.

~Hope you like it and enjoy your special day because you deserve it 💕

#Happy Birthday Daria 🎂#mysticwind #fujinxdia #mortal kombat headcanons #headcannons

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yr-obedt-cicero · 1 year

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Do you think Hamilton had a crush on John André?

Honestly, not really. If anything I think Hamilton just idolized him.

Hamilton wrote of Andre saying;

“In one of the visits I made to him (and I saw him several times during his confinement) he begged me to be the bearer of a request to the General for permission, to send an open letter to Sir Henry Clinton. “I foresee my fate (said he) and though I pretend not to play the hero, or to be indifferent about life; yet I am reconciled to whatever may happen, conscious that misfortune, not guilt, has brought it upon me. There is only one thing that disturbs my tranquillity—Sir Henry Clinton has been too good to me; he has been lavish of his kindness. I am bound to him by too many obligations and love him too well to bear the thought, that he should reproach himself, or that others should reproach him, on the supposition of my having conceived myself obliged by his instructions to run the risk I did. I would not for the world leave a sting in his mind, that should embitter his future days.” He could scarce finish the sentence, bursting into tears, in spite of his efforts to suppress them; and with difficulty collected himself enough afterwards to add, “I wish to be permitted to assure him, I did not act under this impression, but submitted to a necessity imposed upon me as contrary to my own inclination as to his orders.” His request was readily complied with, and he wrote the letter annexed, and with which I dare say, you will ⟨be as⟩ much pleased as I am both for the dic⟨tion⟩ and sentiment.”

“There was something singularly interesting in the character and fortunes of André. To an excellent understanding well improved by education and travel, he united a peculiar elegance of mind and manners, and the advantage of a pleasing person. ’Tis said he possessed a pretty taste for the fine arts, and had himself attained some proficiency in poe⟨try,⟩ music and painting. His knowlege appeared without ostentation, and embellished by a diffidence, that rarely accompanies so many talents and accomplishments, which left you to suppose more than appeared. His sentiments were elevated and inspired esteem. they had a softness that conciliated affection. His elocution was handsome; his address easy, polite and insinuating. By his merit he had acquired the unlimited confidence of his general and was making a rapid progress in military rank and reputation. [...] I speak not of André’s conduct in this affair as a Philosophe, but as a man of the world. The authorised maxims and practices of war are the satire of human nature. They countenance almost every species of seduction as well as violence; and the General that can make most traitors in the army of his adversary is frequently most applauded. On this scale we acquit André, while we could not but condemn him, if we were to examine his conduct by the sober rules of philosophy and moral rectitude. It is however a blemish in his fame, that he once intended to prostitute a flag; about this a man of nice honor ought to have had a scruple, but the temptation was great; let his misfortunes cast a veil11 over his error.”

(source — Alexander Hamilton to John Laurens, [October 11, 1780])

Hamilton agreed that Andre's wish to be shot instead of hung was proper and feasible, yet Washington was unmoved. Andre had been apprehended in civilian dress and would be hung as a spy. Hamilton clearly admired Andre a lot with such flowery language, but I wouldn't say his views on Andre were anything unique. Or continuous for that matter, as Andre isn't really brought back up again in Hamilton's writing. In fact, Andre was always quite renowned for his charming conduct and good looks. And the standpoint on his execution was more of a moral one than anything.

And Hamilton wasn't the only one to say Andre did not deserve to be hung, Henry Dearborn wrote in his journal about how sympathetic Andre's conditions were.

And even Benjamin Tallmadge wrote gushingly about Andre;

“I will, however, remark, that for the few days of intimate intercourse I had with him, which was from the time of his being brought back to our head-quarters to the day of his execution, I became so deeply attached to Major Andre, that I can remember no instance where my affections were so fully absorbed in any man. When I saw him swinging under the gibbet, it seemed for a time as if I could not support it. All the spectators seemed to be overwhelmed by the affecting spectacle, and many were suffused in tears. There did not appear to be one hardened or indifferent spectator in all the multitude.”

(source — Memoir Of Colonel Benjamin Tallmadge)

#amrev #american history #american revolution #alexander hamilton #historical alexander hamilton #henry dearborn #benjamin tallmadge #john andre #history #queries #sincerely anonymous #cicero's history lessons

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dreaming-hibi · 10 months

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Take me dancing and don't let go, oh mighty yaksha Huxiao week 2023 | July 14th - Dancing

✿ 1k+ words ✿ Tags: Fluff, FLUFF, SO MUCH FLUFF ✿ Featuring: Xiao being angsty and awkward, Hu Tao trying to get herself a man, slow dancing to the point they're waltzing

Hu Tao climbed the steep steps of the Wangshu Inn, the face of a woman on a mission discouraging most guests from approaching her. She was on an invitation-quest, and she wouldn't be taking no for an answer.

“Come to the dance festival with—”

“I will not go."

Xiao refused, an immovable mountain before the strong winds of Hu Tao's nonsensical request. Unfortunately for him, not even death—10% off on singles' funerals!—could save him.

Nestled within the peace of Dihua Marsh and built upon a single massive stone pillar was Wangshu Inn, a popular rendezvous point for lovers — and travelers, for even lonesome souls came and went from this place. Hu Tao, director of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, was such a person, a lonesome soul who came and went.

Not for lack of trying! she chided herself on the disheartening thoughts clouding her heart. However, such thoughts weren’t too far from the truth and she, truly, was a lonesome soul as she scaled the stairs to the inn. Hu Tao had been on this impossible quest known as “Romancing the last yaksha, Xiao, the unconquerable” since Lantern Rite and it was now almost her birthday, and she had yet to see a single glimmer of hope.

“Aiya, you silly yaksha.” Hu Tao gave a deep sigh as she came to a stop on the stairs. A poem came to mind as she stood there, her figure a minuscule existence among the thousands that must have surely walked up these same steps, heart heavier and less wiser.

While I lean against the banister of a tall tower, The breeze gently blows. As I look into the distance, The end of Spring arouses melancholy in my mind. Surrounded by dewy grass at sunset, I wonder who is able to understand my longing. I would rather drink to intoxication. One should sing when one has wine in hand, But drinking to escape offers no reprieve. I do not mind that my clothes are getting looser. My lover is worthy of desire.

—Butterfly in love with flowers by Liu Yong

Her grandfather, Old Hu, was a strict yet loving man. His personal room overflowed with knowledge Hu Tao had been excited to devour as a kid, and among those many books stood out the wrinkled notebooks on love poems. To think her wise and old grandfather would be an avid enjoyer of romantic writing, a younger Hu Tao had been too intrigued to leave even those books untouched.

Among those flowery poems, she had been quite taken with one known as Butterflies in love with flowers. Although her grandfather’s collection had an excessive amount of tragic romances—she suspected it had much to do with her grandmother’s fate—this particular poem had appeared the least depressing in her young eyes.

A woman who had such strong feelings she could only think of her lover, the only one worthy of being loved and desired. She would be much older when she finally understood the melancholic longing behind the poem. Now, as an adult woman longing for what was, realistically, a hopeless love, Hu Tao felt a camaraderie of sorts with the woman from the writing.

“Now, Hu Tao, that’s enough introspection,” she said, beginning to walk anew. “This is like fighting, it’s just a means to an end. You struggle now to end up happily dating a dashing yaksha, that’s it.”

Positively brimming with confidence, Hu Tao took the steps two at a time, arriving at the uppermost floor of Wangshu Inn, where most guests dared not set foot on.

“Conqueror of Demons!”

Well, she wasn’t most guests.

“Hero of Dihua Marsh!” she whirled around on the terrace as she waited for a response, both her tone and smile merry as could be as she suddenly thought up one ridiculously, glorious epithet to call out. “Mister Most Handsome Yak—”

“How many times must I tell you to not disturb the peace?”

“Hehe! You came!”

Xiao, expectedly, radiated annoyance from top to bottom but, even then, he made no move to teleport away. As exasperated as he was with her gesture, Xiao was always willing to listen to her every request — whether he went along with them was another story altogether.

“Actually, there will be a dance festival in Liyue—”

“I will not go.”

Hu Tao laughed, she knew it, but her battle was far from over and she had yet to admit defeat. “That’s not it, adeptus Xiao.”

Xiao raised an eyebrow, as though silently asking her: If that’s not it, then what is it? What else could it be? And he wasn’t exactly wrong, past Lantern Rite invitation considered, but she was aiming for something far more gratifying than having Xiao dance in front of the whole of Liyue.

“In consideration of your many years of living—those 50% off coupons for a funeral are still on the table by the way!—I thought to myself: Xiao must know how to dance, I should be asking him to be my dance teacher.”

“I do not have much knowledge on such a worthless activity.”

“My, don’t say it like that.” For the most part, Hu Tao was already aware of this fact, how could she not considering how much of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor’s history was tied to the yakshas. She hadn’t come here hoping to be taught some dance steps by Xiao, but Xiao didn’t have to know this.

Xiao stood his ground by remaining quiet, he really didn’t know what was coming for him.

“Oya? Oya oya!” Hu Tao cheered with the face of someone who happened to have just had the most brilliant of ideas, which was, technically, a lie. “Then, will you be my practice partner?”

Xiao uncrossed his arms as he turned to give Hu Tao a look of authentic confusion, “I believe I said I have no knowledge of... dancing.”

“But you’re quick on your feet right?”

Reluctantly, oh so reluctantly, Xiao nodded. Something about his expression told Hu Tao everything she wanted to know: he couldn’t find a polite way to reject her request, without outright teleporting away.

“Then it’s perfect! I won’t have to worry about stepping on your feet!”

“Huh...?”

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Having shed his armor and mask, Xiao thought he might as well be standing unclothed before Hu Tao. His hands—bare and unthreatening as the rest of himself—itched for the comfort and familiarity of his polearm, which he had never been bereft of since he had first held onto it.

Hu Tao’s hand—in his—was soft and warm, a hand that had never seen war or cruelty. Her hands weren’t calloused from grasping a weapon from sun to moon, never letting go even when sleep came knocking. Her waist—under his tainted hand—was slender and fragile, to the point he dared not let himself apply any more pressure than he was already doing, too afraid he might break her.

“Hu Tao—”

“Aiya, how are you so good at this?” giggled Hu Tao, her foot coming dangerously close to stepping on his, again. She had been right: he was quick on his feet.

“How is your dancing still so appalling?”

Wilfully and unrepentantly stepping on his foot—Xiao should have seen that coming, that too was karma—Hu Tao maturely stuck her tongue out at him but, even then, their dancing continued undisturbed, as though they were two pieces finally falling into place, together, where they belonged.

Xiao forced himself to banish such ludicrous thoughts from his mind. They were two separate beings, they did not belong together in any way or form and he should know better than to be conjuring wistful dreams of closeness with a mortal.

For as sweet and alluring as they were, dreams were not meant to be within the reach of tools for massacre like him.

“Hu Tao—”

“No.”

Xiao sighed, suddenly tired, “Hu Tao.”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“Let’s stop.”

“I don’t want to,” she said, stubbornly taking the lead of the dance. Xiao took a few minutes to be surprised by her exceptional leading skills, she could be dancing any human into infatuation if she applied herself — however, the mere thought of such a thing happening irritated him into eating the compliment he had been ready to give.

Xiao sighed again, even he could admit his thoughts weren’t making much sense. He wanted her to go, but he didn’t want to let go, Could this emotion be...?

Hand to hand, hand to waist, they danced together under the first twinkling stars of the night, amid the loud notes of some unknown song and the quiet murmurs of the inn settling down for the day.

“I lied,” Hu Tao admitted, her voice barely rising above the music. Her cheeks were the color of pyro slimes. “I know how to dance, I don’t need to practice.”

“I knew it.”

Hu Tao raised her head, nearly knocking it into his jaw; her eyes were wide in shock and yet, they searched his for an answer he wasn’t willing to give, but which he would be giving away nonetheless. He felt bound to be as honest as her, though his heart wasn’t anywhere near ready for such vulnerability.

Time waited for no one.

“I feigned ignorance for the same reason as you.”

His eyes, which couldn’t commit themselves to staring at one specific spot for a while, slowly came to meet Hu Tao’s brilliant ones when he noticed their gentle, unconscious swaying had come to a natural end.

“I like you,” and she leaned up to place a noisy and dry kiss on his lips, thawing the cold nervousness that had taken a firm grip on his body since the time of his confession. Xiao, like the fool he felt and was, melted like a cryo slime in her devious, soft and fiery hands.

“This does not change how I am not going to your dance festival.”

“Booo! How stingy, oh mighty yaksha.”

#huxiaoweek2023 #huxiao #huxiao fanfic #huxiao fanfiction #hu tao x xiao #hu tao #xiao #xiaotao #ao3fic #ao3fanfic #genshin fluff

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gloryseized · 9 months

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i write this with the deepest vow of silence, unwritten by penmanship so lost to time. i loathe that i cannot bring myself to sign this letter, should it find you. . . link. hero of courage, traveler of time, knight who seals the darkness. with this document, i shall depict to you my heart's oils on canvas. how it flutters on the wing like the softest fluctuation of a butterfly's wing, how slow the world seems to blow like a grass blade in your presence. the simplest things, from the everlasting glow of your golden hair, your smile by a dimly lit room's candlelight. time never seems to be enough, not when i'm with you. and though our time has been limited, and my future written in stone, i know one thing. my heart has never lasted this long for any of my readings, my knowledge, my wisdom. hylia forgive me for what little words i've shared with you, with previous venoms i spat at your very ilk. no satin flowery prose could ever mend the viciousness i once showed you, but i long for the days where i felt your hand ghost mine on a field's eve mid-journey. to see the fireflies dance by the softest shave of your face, and to prosper in the light that lie within your eyes.

yours truly.

Send my muse love letters on anon. Bonus points if you drop a hint on who sent it.

The letter doesn’t need a signature as Link’s throat tightens. It’s taken longer than it should have for him to return to Hateno. He’d been following various leads of sightings of her all over Hyrule rather than return to the home that they both shared. It was partially the work and partially the fear that keeps him away.

He might have built Hateno for himself but in the years since they vanquished Calamity Ganon it had become their home. And what was his home without her there? The house would be too still without her there.

And he re-entered the home, steps soft so as not to disturb the thin layer of dust that rested over everything in their absence. He doesn’t want to change anything without her there. Like a tomb, a memorial, he wants everything to be exactly as it is when she returns.

It takes an effort of will to venture down into her ‘study’, the place they jokingly called the hideyhole near the well. As much as he’s loathe to barge in there, he has to know….has to see if maybe she…

But he finds the note instead, reading it in a flurry and then in a trudge, emotions washing over him one after the other. Anger, frustration, joy, sadness, and, and—does he dare? What’s holding him back now?

I will find you, he promises himself, refolding the letter and tucking it near his heart. Zelda.

#bldmnrises #mute courage || link #responded to this on mobile so no fancy link in the meme heading #only yelling #BECAUSE IM DOING GREAT WHY DO YOU ASK #what if #what if she kept the letter since before the calamity and now he finds it in Totk =‘]#because these two can’t catch a break

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id0ntkn0w0101 · 1 year

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Myth Inspo- Cupid and Psyche (1.2.23)

Welcome to Myth Inspo, a series of posts where every once in a while, I summarize a myth from various civilizations for anyone to use as inspiration in their writing, art, or just enjoy reading.

DISCLAIMER: All myths are summarized and described based on Great Myths of the World by Padraic Colum. Any historical inaccuracies are not my fault, but if you nicely correct me, I may update the post with the new information. Additionally, myths were mainly shared via word-of-mouth, so many myths have different versions depending on region. Be sure to read any content warnings, as many myths in history cover topics that may be disturbing or upsetting to some. Thank you for reading!

Content Warning(s): Forced marriage, possible noncon (in my source, consent is unclear), attempted suicide

A king and queen had three daughters, and though all of them were beautiful, none could hold a candle to Psyche. Some said that Venus herself, in all her heavenly beauty, had come down to the heavens to live as Psyche. Men no longer sailed to the goddess of beauty's shrines, and instead sailed to pay their devotions to Psyche.

Venus didn't take kindly to her shrines being empty and sent her son Cupid to get vengeance by making her a "slave to an unworthy love". But as Cupid gazed upon the maiden, he no longer wanted to fulfill his mother's wishes, and fell completely in love with Psyche.

Though men all over sought Psyche, none sought her for marriage. The king, unsure of why his youngest and fairest daughter had not yet been married, consulted an oracle. The oracle told the man to place his daughter, adorned for marriage, on the top of a mountain. She said not to expect a mortal son-in-law, and that he would take Psyche was feared by the gods and the bodiless souls in the Styx.

Knowing the oracle's proclamation could not be avoided, the king and queen prepared their youngest her dreaded wedding and took her to the mountain. On her way there, she yelled scorned at the people who had doomed her by comparing her to the goddess of beauty herself before being placed at the top of the mountain and abandoned.

Zephyrus, a gentle wind, carried the girl down to a flowery meadow below as she slept. She awoke to see a house, held up by cedar wood and ivory, it's golden and silver accents glinting in the sunlight. As she gazed upon the dwelling and all the forest creatures around it, she knew this must be the dwelling of one of the immortal gods.

Voices whose mouths she could not see offered her rest and a feast. After she slept and bathed, she found a banquet dedicated to her. That night, her new groom came to her when the candles were unlit and left before dawn, and she was officially a wife. The next night he returned, and again before dawn departed. This routine continued, candles remaining unlit, for several more days. One night, her lover told her that her sisters were coming to the mountain to search for her and that, in case they were to find the meadow, she had to swear she wouldn't let them see her or know she was there. He warned that if they found out she was there, sorrow and destruction would befall the both of them.

The girl wept, and her lover knelt to her side. "Do as you will," he said, "But know that my warning is true." He told her that if she chose to talk to them again, she may give them all the gifts she desired to give, but never to give in to their notions of him and how he had still not shown himself to her, because if she did, they would never embrace again.

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Psyche's sisters went to the mountain to search for traces of their youngest sibling, and as their voices and cries grew louder, the breeze Zephyrus carried them down the mountain just as he had done for Psyche. When her sisters happened across the house, Psyche led them into it and showed them all the wondrous treasures that could be found there. She told them her husband, a young man, spent the majority of his days hunting upon the mountain. She loaded them all up with arms full or riches and called for Zephyrus to carry them back to the mountaintop.

Psyche's sisters returned home, full of envy for their sister's marriage. One of the sisters said that her husband might be one of the Gods and that, through his love for the beautiful Psyche, may make her a goddess. Already jealous of her, the idea of the people's words about Psyche being a goddess being realized filled them with rage. They went to Psyche and told her that she was living in folly and had forgotten that the oracle prophesized her to be married off to some beast. They said people had seen a terrible beast entering the house at night "And thou art to be a mother," they shouted, "The beast only waits for the babe to be born to devour both the babe and thee!"

Psyche, moved by their words and forgetting her husband's warning and her promises to him, told her sisters the truth that she had yet to see the man's face. They told her to hide a lit lamp behind a curtain and a knife in her bed and, when she heard the man sleeping, to light up his face and to cut his head off. That night she prepared to execute her sisters' plans but was shocked at who laid in her bed with her. There, her bridegroom, was Love himself, the god Cupid.

Psyche knelt down and kissed the sleeping man, but a drop of oil from her lamp burned his skin and he awoke to find her there. Disgusted by her lack of faith in him, he grabbed his bow and quiver from the foot of the bed and left Psyche there. She found him at dawn but could not cry out to him. "Foolish Psyche," he said, "My mother wished upon you a baseless love and, rather than accept the better alternative, you instead go against my warning and betray me." Cupid flew away.

Psyche ran once the man had flown out of her vision and, upon finding the river, cast herself into it. Pan, the god of the rivers, pulled her from the water. "Cupid is a god won by service," he said to the sobbing woman, "If you wish to win him back, give him thy service."

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And so, Psyche ran to find her husband, who was in his mother's home in agony from the wound that had been left in his heart by that damned oil lamp. She swore to incur the good will of the other gods and goddesses in hope Cupid would then forgive her and ran to the nearest temple. Ceres, the goddess of agriculture, saw her crying at her temple and told her that Venus was tracking her around the world to punish her, and yet she was at the temple taking care of things that Ceres was responsible for. Psyche begged Ceres to let her rest among the grain, tired from her long journey and needing a break, but Ceres refused. “Truly your tears move me,” the goddess said, “But I wouldn’t dare incur the wrath of my kinswoman. Leave as fast as you can before she finds you here.”

Psyche, full of newfound hopelessness, ran again. She found another temple in the woods and threw herself on its steps, calling out to the goddess Juno for help. “Willingly dost thou help those in childbirth,” she called, “So deliver me from the peril that is upon me.” Juno, sister and wife of Jupiter, answered, “I might be inclined to answer your prayer, but against the will of Venus whom I have loved as a daughter, I may not grant what thou dost want.” Filled with more dismay, Psyche left the temple, deciding to find Venus and surrender herself to the scorned goddess in hopes of lesser punishment and seeing the man she loved.

Venus, laying eyes upon her, laughed. “Thou finally deigned to make salutations to thou mother-in-law. Now will I see to it that thou makest thyself a dutiful and obedient daughter-in-law.” She mixed every type of grain and seed together, telling Psyche to separate all the grains before that evening. Knowing she could never complete the task alone, Psyche simply sat by the pile in sorrow, until an ant came by and took pity on the girl. “Take pity for the wife of Love,” the ant told his friends, “And help to hasten her task.” And all the ants worked together to separate the grain and swiftly left. Venus returned that night, full of anger, said the work was not her own and told her to instead go across the torrent and retrieve some shreds of wool from the golden sheep that lied on an island.

Psyche went forth, and as she stood by the deep river she contemplated how to rest beneath its depths, until the green reed, lowly mother of music, spoke to her. “Oh Psyche,” she said, “Do not pollute these waters with your self-destruction. Lie down and rest until evening when the flock is soothed and then pull their fleece from the tree branches, they walked under.” Psyche did as the kind reed said, returning to Venus with fleece in hand. The goddess, not quite happy with her receiving help yet again and not done punishing her, sent her to the peak of a mountain with a crystal vial to retrieve water from the river that waters the Stygian fields.

Psyche went up the mountain, but only to contemplate how she should end her life. But she happened upon a slippery rock, and underneath the rock was the source of the stream. Serpents jutted their heads from the water, foretelling her destruction. A mighty eagle, whose voice boomed the voice of Jupiter, king of the gods, came to her. “Didst thou think thou may steal water from the stream even the gods think terrible,” he exclaimed, before taking the vial and filling it with water. He passed it back to the woman, and Psyche ran back to Venus.

The goddess was once again angry, giving her another task. “Take this small casket to Prosperpine,” she said, “And tell her Venus would have her beauty for one day’s use. Carry whatever she gives you in this casket and make haste returning from the Queen of Hades.” Psyche left and hastily climbed to the top of a high tower, content to jump off and make her journey to Hades swift, but the tower spoke. “Wretched maiden,” it said, “If your breath dost stop, you will indeed venture to Hades, but with no way to return back to Venus. Go to the nearby mountain, for in that mountain is a vent to Hades. Take with you barley bread soaked in hydromel, and two pieces of money in thy mouth. When thou come to the River of the Dead, you must give Charon, the ferryman, one of the coins in such a way that he pulls it from your lips. Offer no person or creature you see your time or pity along your journey, not even the old crones you will see by the riverbed spinning.”

The tower continued, “Offer one of your cakes of bread to the watchdog at the gates and enter to find Prosperpine herself. Do as you must, offering the other cake to the dog and the other coin to the ferryman as you exit. Remember, do not look in the casket at what the Queen of Hades gives you.” Psyche took heed of what the stones of the tower said and, upon entering the lonely house of Prosperpine, knelt at the goddess’ feet. Refusing all rest and nourishment offered to her, Psyche waited patiently as the goddess filled the casket in secret, shut it, and returned it to Psyche.

Psyche made her way back to her scorned goddess. Venus picked up the casket, saying, “I have in my hands the divine loveliness. Should I touch it, I will have beauty enough that would please whom I seek.” She lifted the lid, and inside was sleep only. A sleep like death overcame Psyche, and she lay upon the ground. Eros, healed from his wound and wishing for his wife back, flocked to his mother’s chambers to find Psyche laying there in a deep sleep. After shaking her and awakening her with the tip of his arrow, he flew to the highest court of Heaven. Jupiter waited for him and deigned him worthy of that which he sought. The gods were all called together, and Psyche, though born mortal, was made the immortal wife of Love, and bore him a daughter called Voluptus.

#writing prompt #writing inspo #cupid and psyche #mythology #greco roman mythology #eros and psyche #roman mythology #greek mythology

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volterran-wine · 2 years

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Brushstrokes & Pretty Words || Caius (HC)

Requested by Anonymous: "Hey, I just read your latest Caius angst piece and I must say, it pained me to see our dear King go through all that turmoil, making me agree that he really does deserve a break. In keeping mind the same, I was wondering if I could request a headcanon for how do you think Caius would spend a relaxing evening in Volterra with his mate who is just as artistically inclined as he is but only their expertise lies more in the field of literature than art? Something fluffy and soothing after the angst?"

Good afternoon dearest Anonymous, and thank you so much for showing great care for our dear king Caius. He does indeed need some time to unwind from all the angst he usually has to deal with (and there is plenty more to come...). And I will of course indulge your request, I am unabashedly biased when it comes to artistic requests. I hope these headcanons are to your satisfaction 🖤

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

I believe that Caius would be endlessly pleased if his significant other turned out to be a creative just like him. It gave them many topics to discuss in order to start off their courtship well. Over the next months they would both grant one another gifts of their own making, Caius would present grander and grader painting; while his mate presented him with prose so beautiful it almost made him weep. They were bonded mates before a year had passed.

Their creative endeavours would follow them straight into their relationship. After all as vampires they had all the time in the world in order to hone their craft.

Usually Caius would make sure they had one evening a week where they could both pursue their outlets, making sure they would not be disturbed for hours unless an emergency occurred.

The moment the king was made aware of his mates hobby he made sure to always have what they needed on hand in his studio, rearranging parts of his space in order to make it more comfortable for the both of them.

Caius would often admire his mate as they would write on those evenings, curled up on one of the lavish sofas in his studio as he painted. The way their brows knitted together in concentration every time they hit a writers block, and then would light up the moment they found a way out of it. When they licked their plump lips it was downright sinful and Caius was not ashamed when they caught him staring.

"... You are staring again Caius." "Of course I am, I have the most exquisite mate in the world." "Flowery words do not win me over that easily love," "Hmm, strange since you are so talented at writing them."

Looks would still be shared, each one growing more heated than the other before Caius' mate would put aside their writing in a huff; fixing their mate with a playful glare before stomping over to him in order to tell him off. Just as they were about to tease him they lost their ability to speak, taking in Caius' canvas with awe. The king himself would chuckle darkly, grabbing them and wrapping his arms around their middle; head leaning on to their shoulder as they regarded his newest masterpiece.

Caius had in fact painting them the entire time, catching how the light made their hair glimmer in that exquisite way. Their eyes like rubies so deep in color had come alive with the expertly way the king had blended the colours together. If anything they looked like an ethereal poet writing the next grand saga in order to bless the word with their beautiful writing once more.

"Caius that is... " "Better than my attempts at flowery words?" "... M-Much better." "I'm glad, I think it would look beautiful in your favourite section of the library no?" "... It'll be perfect."

#Caius Volturi #Caius Volturi Headcanon #Twilight

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ichigomis · 3 years

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Ah omg I just got an idea for a lil fic that maybe you could write if you wanna! No pressure at all!

Okay so in this reader is a poet but only as a hobby, not as a profession. They have shown their poems to Kuroo or Osamu (+any character you wanna add) but not the ones that are intended for the bois because they're too shy and whenever they wanna do it, they freak out and just don't do it? And the bois accidentally come across it and they know it is about them (call it intuition or maybe the title it "for blah blah blah") and the bois just cry because feels😩💞

Oh and just one thing, the reader's writings are just very flowery with the most beautiful prose (like~ "kisses that inspire stars to ignite" or something like that. Idk I write a lot like that and I just love it too much akdgdldufbdl)

Thank you so much! Have a lovely day ahead :)

WHEN THEY ACCIDENTALLY READ THE POEM YOU WROTE FOR THEM

with: osamu, kuroo, semi

notes: a/n in p.s.! — fluff! featuring my sorry attempt at poetry

❊ OSAMU waves your notebook at you as he exits the classroom, a simple gesture of thanks that sends your heart into loops. he secures your belonging in his bag, grateful to have you, and subsequently your notes, in his every day. the two of you walk home on your own different routes, both completely oblivious of your little confession tucked away in prose, scribbled between your notes. he plumps down on his chair, clearly not excited about spending a few good hours studying. he could be resting now or even making that bento box he promised he'd bring for you again. with another sigh, he flips your notebook open, eyes scanning through the handwriting he's come to love. suddenly, he stops at a little note, lazily written on the side:

gazing absently through heavy-lidded eyes as canary beams pierce through the listless room your warm tone mismatches the tiredness of early noon ever so effortlessly you hand over a clothed box entirely oblivious to how my heart feels a hundred knocks. your kindness is supposed to be mundane a scarlet rush to the cheeks as you tread away, as the sun sets once more i let the butterflies astray this scenario i surely will replay. i hope the day will arrive, with the courage and no strife to finally send to you, to: osamu

he's frozen, drinking in your words—your words for him. he's overwhelmed with all these emotions he can't comprehend and process. he wants to call you, he wants to see you, he wants to read the poem again and again just to make sure it was about him, that it was his. without him knowing, he's tearing up, lost in his own happily confused thoughts. you like him, you like the bentos he gives you. he's smiling as he wipes his tears—you like him enough to write him a poem.

"did you find everything you needed?" you yawn, still a bit hazy from the morning. osamu hands you back your notebook and smiles, a shy boyish smile. "yeah," he puts his hands on his pockets and looks away, a hint of a blush on his cheeks. "thank you, y/n." he says before briskly shuffling out the room, leaving you no time to reply. you watch as he quickly disappears into the hallway, his familiar gray hair mixing with the bustling morning crowd. a yawn escapes you once more as you slump down your chair and lazily flip through your notebook. suddenly, you stop, as so the rest of your world. for written beneath your forgotten poem is another, a reply of some sorts, scribbled neatly in his familiar handwriting.

❊ KUROO's eyes trail on your pen as they scribble away words he can't seem to comprehend. with a little sigh, he shifts his gaze to you and your focused frown. he loved seeing you like this, engrossed and determined, but there was this ticklish feeling in him that just urged him to disturb you. perhaps, he wanted you to look at him like that too.

and without thinking much, his hands swoop in and grab your notebook from the table, immediately holding it up away from you. with a huff, you try to retrieve it but to no avail.

"lemme just see what you've been busy with, y/n..." he coos, teasingly flipping through the pages. "notes, notes, oh you spelled adenosine triphosphate wrong here." his eyes dart through each word then at you with a smug little smile.

"shut up, give it back." you hiss, which he ignores.

"oooh look what we have here..." and with that, kuroo clears his throat and puts his hand on his chest,

deep hues of plum and claret slowly dance through the sifted clouds

he begins, dramatically reading off your poem as if he was in a shakespearean play. your cheeks exude a deep read, heart raising and anxious.

treading leisurely through what we make of as paper towns and lifeless crowds

it was your last intention for him to catch even a glimpse of this little poem. but here he is nevertheless reading, no, mocking it no less.

you who loom tall and proud over safely like a shroud,

walking together has me hoping that the winding roads will go on for hours.

call it intuition or familiarity, but he begins to slow his reading, the playfulness nowhere in his tongue.

is it even safe to say

that i long for moments like these to stay

but when i see your figure against the hues of day,

i wish i had the courage to keep this walk home cliché

he finishes almost in a whisper remembering the days he walked you home. he looks at you, studying and understanding the meaning behind the flush of your cheeks. you stand, looking everywhere but at him, and snatch your notebook from his loosened grasp.

you hear his footsteps from behind you, "wait y/n, i'm sorry. um," yet you continue to walk away. "that poem," he continues and you ignore. "is it about..." he catches up to you and tugs on your sleeve, so softly it makes you stop. "...me?"

you stiffen in his presence, no, in his question. for it was true, all your prose, all your words are for him.

"and what if it is?" you utter with all the fake courage.

kuroo straightens, taken aback by your sudden honesty, "oh, i..." he shifts his hands to the back of his neck. shy, the man before you is shy, "i'd actually really like that."

❊ SEMI spins his pen around his fingers, gaze focused on nowhere as he tries to find the words for his lyrics. you sit across him, admiring the way the afternoon sun hits his features just right. suddenly, his gaze lands on you. he didn't mean to, in fact, he's been trying to avoid it all this time. for the way you sat there—just a few inches from him, wonderful and radiant—distracted him from getting any work done.

he's aware of his feelings for you, he's written about it countless times, he's just unsure of yours. and he wouldn't dare ruin what you two currently have for his selfish feelings.

"got anything?" he suddenly speaks, forcing himself off his own thoughts.

you look up at him and absentmindedly shrug, "dunno, you can take a look at these though," semi takes the notebook you hand him and peruses through the pages. he then stops and smiles, he's found it, his new lyrics.

"i can use these, right?" he asks and you nod in consent, completely oblivious of the verse he chose.

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the hallways sound with the morning bustle of chatting students. from the corner of your eye, you spot semi excitedly holding up his guitar and calling for you. a smile finds its way on your lips as you skip out to the hallway to meet him.

"listen to this," he says after the two of you found a pretty quiet corner by the staircase. he gently places his fingers on the chords of his guitar, and you're immediately absorbed, captivated.

he starts to strum softly and beautiful notes lift through the air between him and you. then he sings:

rugged tunes and misfit moods,

defiant colors do those snow-piercing eyes exude.

slowly as you pluck through several melodies

come be my remedy

you hold in your gasp, mentally cursing yourself for having forgotten this little verse you wrote for him. you peer at semi who's still playing his new song to you, hoping and wishing he doesn't notice. oh, but he does. he takes note of your blush, of the way you suddenly looked away, the way your hands just can't seem to relax. but he doesn't understand, you weren't usually like this.

he thinks about the little moment the two of you had throughout the day. did you not like his song? did he say something wrong? or perhaps, did you in fact like it? he's left sighing and going back and forth, and his friends have had quite enough.

"stop it," hayato hisses at him and his eyes widen in surprise. everyone in their little lunch circle starts nodding their head, he wasn't really doing a good job at hiding his dilemma.

semi sighs another time and takes a piece of paper from his notebook, your lyrics written on it, and shows it to everyone. "y/n wrote this and i used it in my song, i think she got upset..."

they all lean in to get a glimpse of the lyrics then look at each other, either plain tired or holding in their laughter from semi's ignorance.

"dude," tendou hands the paper back to his oh-so-stupid and naive friend, "it's literally about you."

semi furrows his eyebrows and thinks about it. sometimes, to see the obvious it has to be pointed out to you. and once realization strikes him, he's a mess of crimson blushes and seemingly a hundred heartbeats.

p.s.: alright i loved this prompt so much it challenged me but i ultimately started hating what i was writing so i elicited @reinpours' help with the poems for this one! i just want to say hats down to people (like you kashish!) who can write beautiful prose, it is so hard and i believe it takes a certain level of skill and passion to do so. so kudos to you! my flowery words have simply withered away HAHAHAAHAHAHA

p.p.s.: these were long long lmao also i can't help but just imagine semi looking for you first thing in the morning with his guitar i would disintegrate

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dokidokitsuna · 2 years

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...I just realized there’s a lot of NeverFell stuff I have not explained that you would need to know to make sense of this sketch. Like, a lot...

I’ll write out all the flowery essays later, right now lemme just hit you with some bullet points:

Mercury is a silver-eyed warrior! I think just going for it is a much better idea than saying “his eyes are GREY, not silver”. Like, come on

I will now present a simplified ruleset for SEWs: A, silver eyes provide a natural resistance to the Grimm, which Salem takes advantage of to make her more advanced Grimm hybrids. Any normal person would not survive being turned into a Hound, for instance. B, silver-eyed warriors can perform a sort of ‘aura-burst’ in a desperate situation, using their power of Light to either obliterate or petrify any nearby Grimm (as Ruby did). This uses up all of their aura and often knocks them unconscious, so it’s usually a last resort. May add more specifics later, but this is basically it

All the members of Salem’s inner circle have Grimm modifications, not just Cinder. This both makes them supernatural threats in their own right and also helps to ensure their loyalty...this is also a relatively new idea that I still need to work on ^^;

Merc is the first one of Salem’s ‘outer circle’ to get Grimmified, which suggests that something like this will happen to all of them (Torchwick, Neo, Emerald, Adam...) eventually. Storywise, this is highly disturbing and kind of a big deal

Initially, I was gonna just make him a Hound. But 50% of my love for Mercury is his fighting style, and I have no reason to believe that the canon Hound would be capable of the breakdancing/capoeira thing...at least not without looking extremely goofy. :T SO, I decided to make my own Grimm-Hybrid design that allows him to stay relatively humanoid and light on his feet. This is a rather poor angle to show it in, but you get the idea. :9

I also really like Mercury’s glorified tracksuit (it’s ok, I know I’m the only one), so I kinda want this form to have a transformative property? Like, instead of looking like a freak constantly, maybe he can take it on and off the way Venom can-- hence, the name of this piece

“Hey Emerald, watch this!” *commits atrocities*

#my boy is growing up #rwby #au #neverfell #mercury black

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nightcolorz · 3 years

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Random Gotham Rogues Headcanons

(In honor of all the wonderful people who wanted more after my last post, yes I see y’all)

*Jonathan has a huge sweet tooth, the poor bastard didn’t try sugar until he was like 12 and eats candy like it’s his last meal.

*He’ll forget he needs food to live for way too long and eat a gallon of ice cream or some shit that’ll give any sensible man heart palpitations and just be like “😐👍”.

*Selina tells the newer rogues she was raised by cats to freak them out, Jervis still believes her. (Tbf, Selina does walk around with a cat tail on hissing at people and purring on their laps, I don’t blame him).

*Edward has a tiktok account that he made to fule his own ego, he’s a fragile little shit, literally all of his hate comments have video responses (as you can imagine, Edward gets A LOT of hate comments).

*One time a teenager called Edward “submissive and breedable” and he was too baffled to make a clap back.

*The Rogues have a surprising amount of stans. Ivy’s fan base consists mostly of lowly simps, Joker gets stopped on the street daily by greasy redditors and zealous scene kids.

*No one likes Joker, he thinks it’s because he’s “Batman’s favorite” (it’s not).

*For a while Joker has been insistent that he fucked Bruce Wayne once at one of his many parties, no one believes him except for Harvey (begrudgingly).

*He says it’s “Perfectly in character for Bruce” as much as he may hate it.

*Selina denies everything.

*Oswald and Jonathan share solidarity as “the weird bird people”. At first Oswald was a little put off that Jonathan only held knowledge of crows but soon got over that when he realized that now he had an excuse to infodump on someone who might actually be interested.

*Every time Jonathan visits Oswald’s aviary to pick up Nightmare and Craw Oswald jumps at the opportunity to talk about his numerous birds in excess, Jonathan’s a surprisingly good listener.

*Despite Edward and Joker’s long term rivalry Edward has remained relatively civil when faced with Joker’s constant egging on. That is until one iconic day in Arkham Asylum when Edward beat the absolute, ever loving shit out of Joker in the cafeteria. To this day no one knows what exactly got him to snap, not even Joker.

*Harley keeps a scrapbook about all her misadventures + friendships as a rogue, she has a habit of taking pictures of the others at the most inappropriate times (during a heist, while being beaten to a crisp by Batman, ex).

*One time Harley asked Batman to pose for a picture to put in her scrapbook, he obliged to everyone’s surprise.

*Edward is wholly insistent that he doesn’t belong in Arkham, and is convinced he’s completely sane. He’s weirdly obsessed with the fact that Oswald is sane “as well” and will make unprompted snide remarks like: “Blackgate sounds terrific, unfortunately I’ve been misplaced among MORONS, it’s a shame that the system is too incompetent to properly judge my un-categorizable psyche.”

*Oswald usually responds with a simple “🙂👍” or “ok” to avoid conflict, disagreeing with Edward could be catastrophic.

*Art therapy is an occupational hazard for all the Arkham staff. (Seriously, who thought giving super villains an outlet to express themselves was a good idea).

*Edward can’t draw so he spends his time harshly criticizing the other rogues art, that’s caused more than a few fights. The one time Edward’s ever actually done art in art therapy was when he drew a green triangle and explained in complex detail how he colored it to perfection.

*Jonathan is no longer allowed to share his art with the group before having it reviewed by a staff member after emotionally scarring a few patients. He’s one of the few rogues who presents his art every time, just to see the disturbed looks on the others faces when he explains whatever twisted art piece he came up with this time.

*Jervis is probably the most dedicated artist of the bunch, he‘s not allowed to make himself any hats (for obvious reasons) but he’s still a very skilled seamstress and has a very interesting art style (Jervis tries not to draw anything explicitly linked to Alice in Wonderland in fear of getting repercussions, as rogues often do when they engage with their ‘personas’).

*Harvey isn’t very technically skilled in drawing, but Harv usually spices their art up enough to make it interesting. Their drawings are always two themed, as expected. One time Edward criticized a painting of theirs for being “too unrealistic” and Harv had to manually restrain himself from kicking Edward in the teeth.

*Victor can’t draw either, but he writes pretty good poetry. His writing is excessively melodramatic and flowery, and his themes even more so. Half of the presentation period is spent listening to Victor muse about the meaning of life or some shit, his poems are VERY long.

*Waylon and Ivy are the obligatory pretentious painters, both have a fondness for flowers (for very separate reasons). The two will often compare their paintings and wax poetics about the beauty of nature or some bullshit before never speaking again. That’s one of the positives of Art therapy, it brings rogues together who would otherwise not grant each other a passing glance.

*Group therapy is just as (if not more) atrocious than Art therapy.

*The only one who ever talks is Joker (and sometimes Harley, but way less).

*Joker is the embodiment of an irl troll, he does a much better job at getting responses from the other rogues in therapy than the therapists ever could (usually hostile responses but still).

*Occasionally a new and bright eyed therapist will try and coax childhood memories out of the rogues, it never ends well (usually with the rogue or the therapist in hysterics).

*The majority of the Arkham staff are either terribly unqualified or terrible period.

*Music Meister lived with Edward for a short while after escaping Arkham together but he was promptly kicked out because he wouldn’t stop singing.

*Selina and Ivy had a huge argument once because Selina’s cats nibbled on Ivy’s plants.

Okay this post is all ready super long so I’m gonna end it here, as I said last time I can always make more if you guys like these (I’m not running out of headcanons anytime soon!)

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mrpenguinpants · 3 years

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Venti and Diluc: Friendship HCs

Hi elliechan! I’ve already written friendship hcs for Venti but I never want to leave anyone hanging (unless the dupe request is incredible specific and I can’t add onto it anymore) so think of it as a part 2. But if you haven’t seen Part 1 yet, I added a link.

Also, I would like to credit fulltimeventisimp for helping me out with this fic. My monkey brain couldn’t think of anything for Venti but they gave me literally a fics worth of content. PLEASE IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY, MAKE IT AN ACTUAL FIC! I LOVED IT! I tried my best to not piggy back too hard off it but if it does seem that way, let me know and I’ll definitely change it.

But thank you 💕💕💕

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Part 1: Venti Frienship HCs

Xiao: Frienship HCs

[Masterlist]

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[taglist] <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

@hanniejji @mikeysbike @unionwitch @musekala @sunnshiii @stanzastic @akaasea @xoneaboveallx @adoring-ghost @asheseiler @childelover @dilucsz @dai-tsukki-desu @thicmitten

Venti and Diluc: Friendship HCs

Venti

The first time you met the bard, it was when you were visiting Mondstadt as a small pit stop. He was sat on top of some wooden boxes, next to an apple vendor, singing a short ballad. You’ve never encountered bards throughout your journey and he did have a lovely singing voice so you decided to stay a bit and listen in. It felt like the wind itself was carrying his voice throughout the streets but you couldn’t help but feel a bit...melancholy from his tune. Was it homesickness? You clapped with the crowd when the bard finished and on a whim, you decided to buy him a small bag of apples. He seemed to like them as he only asked the apple vendor to gift him two for his efforts. When you paid your purchase the bard seemed to be in a deep conversation with the same vendor that you didn’t want to disturb them, after all you weren’t going to be in Mondstadt for long. So you placed the small bag of apples beside the bard’s lyre with a quick thank you note, a couple extra coins, and continued on your journey.

You didn’t expect that small act of kindness would lead to anything but when you were preparing for bed, the same bard popped his head outside your window and almost gave you a heart attack. This bard was lucky he didn’t catch you while you were changing your clothes or else things might have turned ugly. He wanted to thank you for your generous donation which you simply waved off explaining that throughout your journey, you never met anyone that could sing quite like him. A small token of appreciation. Perhaps it was because you fed his ego too much or other reasons but that seemed to peak the bards interest and ask about what other fascinating places you’ve been too. You talked about the horrible mountain you needed to climb through to reach Mondstadt, the shining electro lamps of Inazuma that would spark if you got too close, to the clear pools and lotus heads in Liyue.

“You’ve been around all over the place! Perhaps you would allow me to write a ballad of your conquests?”

“Hm? Is that so? Why don’t you come with me? Go outside the walls of Mondstadt and explore. So you can write your own ballad instead of others.”

“Is this another acting whim of yours?”

“Haha, perhaps.”

Unsurprisingly, you don’t see the bard the next day. It was probably a lot to suddenly ask a stranger to drop everything and come with you to unknown places. But you decided to stay in Mondstadt for a short while and see what the City of Freedom had to offer. From meeting the supposed gliding champion and learning a few pointers, to the mysterious Calvary Captain who you were sure was probably the shadiest person you’ve ever met, to the aloof red headed tavern owner. You weren’t much of a drinker but everyone in Mondstadt, especially the knights, seemed to really enjoy their wine and were incredibly friendly to strangers. On the night you were planning to leave Mondstadt, the rowdy knights you’ve became friends with decided to celebrate and urge you to drink to your hearts content (please drink responsibly haha). You must have been a bit tipsy when you met the bard for a second time, introducing himself properly as Venti. You could blame it on the alcohol when you suddenly challenged him to a drinking contest but it was the most fun you had in a while. You were pretty sure everyone got kicked out but as you leaned against Venti absolutely hammered, laughing about the silliest things, it was the most freeing feeling you’ve ever felt.

From then on, even after you had left the City of Freedom, you could would randomly see Venti pop up sometimes. Should it be at Starsnatch Cliff or all the way in Wolvendom, you would see a few fluffy feathers appear as the bar- Venti announced his arrival. You were pretty sure Venti was bored whenever he visited you to see what you were up to but you didn’t mind. His liveliness nature was addicting and you were an easy going person. Though, some of the jokes he made, made you a bit suspicious of him. Whenever he would say that Andrius was secretly a grumpy mother hen or that Dvalin was actually a shy sweetheart.

“You sure do know a lot about Mondstadt. You sure you’re just a bard Venti?”

“Hmm, well it shouldn’t hurt to tell you. I am Barbatos. The Anemo Archon of Mondstadt. Pleasure to make your acquaintance..-again.”

“I see...and yet you still get ID checked?”

“Rude!”

Outside of Mondstadt, Venti is a whirlwind of emotions. Always wanting to see what’s changed or linking your hands and dragging you off to some far off chest he found. How did his small body have so much strength to nearly pop your arm out? He did come in handy during your Liyue expeditions since he can give you a small boost to just reach the top of that cliff. You thought violet grass was bad, it should be illegal for Qingxin flowers to grow on the very top of mountains. Venti thinks it’s really sweet that you put so much faith in his winds to let yourself fly when he uses his elemental skill. Though, it’s a bit of a double edged sword. When you finally reach the very top and you’re waiting for Venti to join you, he might pretend to loose control and throw himself off the cliff. You sometimes forget he’s literally the anemo archon and you’re ready to go gliding after him before he pops up in front of you to give you another scare. While he’s laughing, you’re already planning how to sneak slime condensate into his hat.

“You should have seen your face! I didn’t know you could scream like that! Liyue must think a banshee is haunting their mountains again!”

“Watch yourself gremlin, you might wake up without hands tomorrow.”

“Haha, you wouldn’t do that...right? How would you even do that? Why aren’t you saying anything?!”

“Isn’t there a saying in Liyue Venti? You can’t run from your debts? Prepare yourself.”

For as child-like Venti appears, you both end up getting into a bit of trouble when Venti get’s a bit too bold. While it’s incredibly refreshing to see someone speak their mind regardless of the consequences, you actually kind of admire him for that, usually the boldness comes from trying to bribe the bartender for free drinks. Your poor wallet is crying out every time Venti spots a new tavern. While he say’s he will pay you back or he’ll pay you back in a song, you can’t actually eat his words. But on other occasions you can’t help but join in when it happens to be one of the Fatui guards giving you both a hard time. You feel like you’re acting out a Shakespearian play with all the flowery nonsense and metaphors you’re both spitting out.

When you’re both in the thick of a forest or even on top of Liyue’s mountain, Venti will bring his lyre out and strum his strings softly as you both fall into a comfortable silence. Looking at the sunset or relaxing under the trees as the sun peaks through as you both live in the moment. It’s these times that you’re harshly reminded that Venti is an archon as he slips out of his persona and speaks as Barbatos. He tells you how fun your adventures have been, that he was glad to have made friends with you, speaking as if you’re about to die tomorrow. You’re not sure how to handle it, what kind of burden Venti is carrying, but you immediately drop everything and comfort him. Giving him a strong but warm hug that you’re still here and he’s not alone right now.

“Come on, I’m still waiting for the Ballad of Venti. You haven’t given up on that right?”

“Hmph, of course not. Every being deserves a name to be called upon, and woven into a song.”

Diluc

It was a peaceful day, one Diluc hadn’t felt in a long time in his hectic life. Though it was a bit too early to determine how the day would go since it was still noon. The tavern would soon get loud as it approached night but for now. Everything was peaceful. The sounds of Monstadt streets bustling. The peaceful atmosphere as the sun shone through the windows. Working on mundane tasks of wiping the counter down. No Kaeya in sight. A small moment of peace. All broken when his door was kicked nearly off its hinges as you announced your return from your shopping trip as if you had returned after a 3 year long journey. Diluc sighs under his breath, takes a moment to pray he doesn’t need to repair his door again, and helps you with your bags as you ramble about your day.

To others, it’s always seems a bit weird when they catch Diluc and you chatting since Diluc always gives off the lone wolf persona and yet you’re this ball of sunshine. Maybe it’s because you knew Diluc when he was a child, back when he was still bright-eyed, that you never treated him any differently when he came back. Diluc never really talks about it but he’s happy that you’re still the same and he can let himself relax with you. He still keeps his silent demeanor as he listens to you talk about anything and everything, it helps keeps his mind occupied, but he might add a few comments here and there. Just to let you know he’s still listening.

You know what sounds really hot? Sitting in the same room with someone while you both do your own respective thing. You both don’t feel forced to talk to each other just because you’re in the same room or you have to do everything together just because you’re together. It’s an easy atmosphere that settles as Diluc works on business papers and you’re planning your next expeditions. Until you end collapsing on his couch because your brain processing has suffered enough and it’s time to take a nap. You always end up dragging him out of his work to go outside and take a nice doze in the sun.

If you ever have a problem, he won’t necessarily coddle you unless it really bothers you or you’re in a situation where it could hurt you, but he’ll do everything to help you work through it. You’re his friend and if someone is giving you a hard time then he has no problem chasing them away, especially if its a Fatui member. If it happens to be Kaeya, well that’s an entirely different story. Likewise, if it appears to you that Diluc is going through a rough time you’ll try and comfort him. Do small little things to let him know that you care and while he doesn’t need to tell you what’s wrong, you’re here to support him.

Diluc enjoys playing chess against you, even if he wins most of the time, you’re always so determined that he can’t help but laugh along with your over reactions. Presenting him an entire 20 page paper on chess and yet getting checkmated in 10 turns. You’re 95% sure all the chess strategies he offered were all fake, if his smug grin is anything to go by. You both have agreed to never play darts together, well more specifically, you’re pretty sure you’re banned from playing darts when you almost hit Adelinde. That was the first time you ever genuinely feared for your life.

Whenever Diluc has to attend a gala or has to host a party to further his business, he’s always appreciative when you show up. You’re not exactly apart of royalty or even a business owner but it’s so refreshing to Diluc, after spending so much time keeping a polite attitude and trying to talk business, when he can come to you as you laugh about how one lady almost tripped because her dress was too long. Sometimes he’ll lean a bit on you or pretend to be in a conversation just so he can recharge.

More often then not, you’re mistaken to be Diluc partner even though the idea of holding Diluc’s hand makes you want to throw up. But when Diluc get’s random father’s trying to offer their daughter’s hands in marriage, he’ll pull the excuse he’s already with someone if they can’t no for an answer. It’s always funny to you, linking arms with Diluc and re-telling the grandiose story about how Diluc saved you from falling off a cliff when you were both younger and you were both star-crossed lovers that were destined to be together. Or something like that, you’re pretty sure you’ve changed the story enough times that you can’t keep track. But it seems to work and as soon as they are out of ear’s reach you make a quick gagging motion. He shoves you a bit to which you elbow him in the side. Old habits die hard.

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I swear, I could probably recite character stories word for word at this point. Gripping my writing hand don’t make it angsty, don’t make it angsty, don’t fucking do it. But I still did, whoops.

I feel like my fics are really long so I’ll add a read more tag. Mmm writing styles are hard. I don’t know if I like this;; I ended up writing so much to try and combine my “hcs are just another word for fics just without the dialogue” and “actual headcanons” styles. Ahh, well whatever. I have to go speedrun my assignments since genshin is going to eat all my time this week.

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wooziujidoots · 3 years

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Daisy (l.sm)

genre: heart sickening fluff

pairing: DK (lee seokmin) x reader

series: Song Fic Series! - Pretty U

word count: 1.6k

summary: seokmin builds up courage to ask you something

author’s notes: are posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL

MASTERLIST

He smiled brighter than the sun and he gave you all that you wanted. Seokmin was the living sun in your life and you couldn’t ask for more. And when he sang- you can feel your heart explode. He made you feel full, your heart swelling in the love that he gave you and the radiating smiles from him were more than enough for you to last a lifetime.

You took my heart and attracted my eyes… I want to show you myself without hiding anything

Running through the rain with him or tackling him into a cuddle, laughter can only be heard from the two of you. Giggles and bright smiles shining from the both of you, breathless kisses being shared until broken by fits of laughter.

Seokmin sometimes felt the need to run down the streets and declare his love for you to let the whole neighborhood know how much love his heart felt for you. His tears no longer had to be hidden from the world, his fears and secrets were now told to you as yours told to him. You trusted each other and came to learn and love each other’s quirks and ticks. You were there for each other and loved each other fully.

I want to pick and gather all the pretty words for you

Breathless kisses, flowery smiles, and heart sickening gazes to each other, the boys hated every second the two of you were together but were overjoyed to their friend to find and receive the sunshine that he always gave to others.

It’s breathtaking to see how much the two of you loved each other. Shared laughter, nose kisses, his sharp nose poking your eye, there was so much to say, too many words to describe your relationship.

I can’t take it no more; I’ve got something to say,

Now Seokmin was aware that the two of you have been dating for years now. The two of you knew each other like the back of your hands, but a question had lingered in his mind since the day you moved in with him.

Seokmin looked over to your beautiful figure who was simply watering the happy house plants the two of you kept inside the apartment together. He smiled brightly; Seokmin was absolutely smitten for you.

You felt his eyes on your back and you smiled gleefully before shooting him a closed eye grin at him before giggling. Serotonin was flowing throughout your body as you waddled over to where Seokmin was sitting after giving the last plant some water for the day. Placing down the mini watering can, you snuggled up to your boyfriend resting your head on his chest a wide smile blooming on both of your faces as you looked up at him. Seokmin leaned down and softly touched noses with you, soft giggles erupting from your chests at the contact.

Seokmin looked at you with heart eyes, admiring how your eyes sparkled at that moment, soaking up the energy and happiness radiating from you. He raised his hand to smoothen out the stray hairs, to which you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes to enjoy the moment the two of you were sharing. Seokmin planted a warm kiss on your forehead, before squeezing you closer to him. His question to you grew louder inside his head.

I can’t take it no more; right now, I’m gonna try

Seokmin’s chest tightened while he was walking down the city streets with you, hand in hand. His eyes lingering on a certain jewelry store as the two of you window shopped. You bathed in the Seoul sunlight, Seokmin watching you lovingly for seeing the happiness and good in everything and everyone.

While trying on hats with him and taking silly photos in the department mirrors, he couldn’t help but to cradle your face in his hands. Seokmin softly squished your cheeks together, a scrunched smile making its way onto your face causing the both of you to giggle. The two of you recreated the scene with both your phones in hand, your matching phone wallpapers came to be.

The two of you still went on dates like this even after years of being in a relationship together. Dates to the arcade or just a walk in the park was enough for the two of you. You made each other happy no matter what, each day bringing a new and precious memory to remember.

Seokmin turned to you who was gazing into the sunset, the two of you seated on a bench in the park. He was enraptured in your beauty, a taut blush forming on his face when he thought to himself that he would live to do this with you forever. His grip on your hand was firm when his question pounded in his head once more.

I can’t take it no more; I was about to write a letter

Seokmin sat silently at your dining table, a piece of paper and an open pen taunting him. The written ink on the paper stared back at him while he read over the words his heart spilled out. He felt his face heat up when reading over the question that he’d been wanting to ask you for a while now. The words teased him, Seokmin felt like a coward. Why couldn’t he just tell you already?

The door to the apartment opened, Seokmin scrambling to hide the paper as quick as possible. You sluggishly walked inside, your work bag in hand and a tired expression morphing into a smile at the sight of Seokmin and a meal waiting for you next to him. You gave Seokmin a greeting peck before hurrying your way to wash up, excited for the meal on the table.

Seokmin exhaled the breath he was holding and slowly took out the now crumpled paper out of his cardigan’s sleeve. A sigh escaped from him once he saw the fresh ink ruin the rest of the words on the page. Seokmin didn’t want to present the messy letter to you, he wanted it to be perfect just as the way he saw you. Seokmin shoved the destroyed letter into his pocket and waited patiently for you to join him at the table.

His question will have to wait for now.

I can’t take it no more; I can’t stand it

Seokmin found himself staring at you one night, the way how even in the night you were still so beautiful to him. He felt his heart swell in the love he held for you as he pulled your sleeping self closer to him. He stroked your hair, a soothing reagent which Seokmin grew to love doing to you. A smile appearing on his face when you snuggled deeper into his chest after the action.

Seokmin couldn’t believe he was able to find someone like you in a life like his. The both of you worked so hard to get where you were and above it all, you still loved each other with the same heart from when you started dating. Seokmin felt loved by you, his light, that he found himself holding back tears. He felt his chest tighten for the nth time that night, his question was at the tip of his tongue, but he bit it, not wanting to disturb the peace of the night.

Beautiful words like the lines in a movie

Seokmin smiled a bright smile at you as the two of you danced barefoot to the ballads of your time that were playing on your Bluetooth radio. He spun you around slowly, your clumsy feet not used to dancing with a partner. But even if you were to stumble, Seokmin was sure to catch you not caring how many times you softly stepped on his toes. The two of you laughed and waltzed all night in your apartment.

The words I’ve prepared overnight for days

Seokmin tucked a single daisy behind your ear before pulling you down to lay with him on the spread blanket. He cracked jokes at the different cloud shapes he spotted, enjoying how your laugh tickled his ears. The daisy flower crown you made for him sat on his head, Seokmin who sat in awe while your nimble fingers created it, wore it proudly with a smile on his face. The two of you continued to cloud watch and bathe in the sunlight of another beautiful day you spent together.

I want to say them to you tomorrow with my clenched fists

Seokmin leaned against your chest while sitting in between your legs with his arms around your torso. He listened to your steady heartbeat and relaxed to your touch as you stroked his hair, trying to help him fall asleep. Seokmin’s breathing leveled and his inner peace was restored, his racing thoughts were no longer running, and his heartrate slowed to match yours. His ears perked up to listen to you hum one of the ballads that the two of you danced to a few nights before, one that quickly became your shared favorite. Seokmin felt at peace with you, the courage needed to ask his question was filled.

You are pretty.

Seokmin stood in front of you in the park the two of you watched the sunset in and handed you your last 13th daisy, the other twelve handed out by his friends who helped him with his plan.

And with one shaky breath and you nearly in tears, he dropped down to his knee and revealed a hidden ring to you, finally asking you the question he’s been thinking about the whole time.

“Will you marry me?”

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attackonmyself · 4 years

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Beat the Heat--NSFW

Inspired by a prompt from @voltage-vixen‘s Summer of Smut Writing Challenge but took waaaaay too long for me to complete, and I missed the deadline. Anyways, thanks to @voltagesmutter, @passagesthroughpages, and Lia_Jones (all amazing writers themselves!) for all your help! Dedicated to all Victor stans, and my Discord family!

Please see this amazing artwork that inspired my fic!: https://m.sg.weibo.com/user/2173912080/4472175635540915

And also this Karma owned by MLQC:

Link on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25654276

I sprinted into the LFG lobby, out of breath. I was late. Again.

Cindy spotted me, and quickly gestured towards the stairs. “He’s been waiting for you, go on up.” I groaned, still out of breath, then crossed the lobby. Great, I thought as I ran up the stairs. Another lecture on punctuality, coming right up. I stopped before the office door, taking a moment to catch my breath before knocking.

“Come in,” came the clipped reply. Even better, it sounded like he was already in a bad mood. This should be fun. I entered, closing the door behind me. Victor was sitting at his desk, skimming something on his computer. He looked up, removing his glasses and placing them next to his desk calendar. “It is 2:33.”

I grimaced. “I’m sorry.”

His normal poker face had been replaced with a scowl. “What time did I say to be here?”

“2:30.” It didn’t matter how close we had become, some things never changed. When at work, Victor was always in prime CEO mode, any trace of my shy and sweet boyfriend disappearing the moment he walked in the office doors.

“It seems your memory is indeed working today, despite all evidence to the contrary. So perhaps you like to explain why that was not the time you entered my office?” Being on the receiving end of a Victor-Li-is-irked glare was never a good experience, but unfortunately, that was often the position I found myself in.

“Our printer jammed at the last second, and wouldn’t print a contract that my 1:30 client needed to sign before they could leave, so I was stuck there calling maintenance and then waiting for them to show up, and then waiting for them to fix it, and then--”

“Stop. I’ve heard enough.” He rubbed his temples, eyes closed. “You do realize this is the modern era, yes? Contracts can be sent over email, and signed digitally. We will need to discuss your company’s disturbing lack of adaptation to current technology at another time; you have wasted enough of it already. Begin your report.”

“Right.” I pulled out my newly purchased tablet and cleared my throat. “As you can see, we exceeded our predicted revenue this month. Views that we lost last week were not just recovered, but doubled.” I fidgeted a bit under his intense stare.

“I implemented the ideas we discussed last week, and they were successful For future consideration, I’d like to bring to your attention--”

The soft whirring of the air conditioning of the building sputtered to a startling halt. I paused, and looked at Victor for direction. He sighed, and picked up the phone on his desk when it began to ring. “Speak.” I heard a hurried voice on the other end, and watched Victor’s frown deepen. “What?” More frantic explanation from the voice, trying to appease him, and then Victor hung up.

“Something wrong?” I asked, hoping that an urgent matter had come up, so that I could move my report to later when he would hopefully be in a better mood.

“The air conditioning stopped working. It will take a few hours to fix.” I groaned internally. It was the middle of July, peak season for hot days, and Victor’s office was directly in the sun’s path at the moment, the windows offering no protection from its heat. He shed his suit jacket, draping it over the arm of his chair. “Continue,” he commanded.

“Uh,” I scrambled to remember my place. “For future consideration, I’d like to bring to your attention trendlines predicting future revenue on episodes based on current events.” I began to sweat, already missing the almost too cold climate I had complained about in the past, and vowed to never do so again.

“Our most popular episodes to date have been ones related to current issues in the news. Our recent collaboration with Loveland TV gave us access to topics and resources that we might not have had otherwise. Therefore, I propose that we begin a new series to be aired in conjunction with local news stations beyond just Loveland TV that would cover oddities addressed in daily reports.”

Ok, the heat had officially become unbearable. I took off my white cardigan, putting in on top of my bag. Victor did a double-take, eyes widening. Uh oh. I forgot how casual my dress was. I tried to distract him with the report. “The series would cover not just super powers, but also delve into the psyche--”

“Stop, stop.” Crap. He was still staring at my dress. “What do you think you’re wearing?!”

“Uh, a sundress?” I responded dumbly. He glared at me. I fumbled for an excuse, though not knowing why I needed one exactly. “It’s the middle of July. I know it’s not formal business attire without the cardigan, but it’s hot in here without the AC. I thought you would understand that and be ok with me not wearing it considering the circumstances.”

He gaped, apparently shocked. “You thought wrong. Do you seriously not realize how alluring that dress is?”

Wait what? “Huh?”

He shook his head. “Dummy, you are astoundingly naive sometimes. Wearing that to any presentation, including this one, leads the audience to focus not on your proposal, but your physical assets.” I blushed, and covered myself a bit with my arms. He continued. “For example, I missed everything you presented after taking off your cardigan. Be thankful this was only a weekly report meeting, and not an official proposal for more funding with the entire board present.” He leaned forward and placed his elbows on the desk.

I looked down, ashamed. “I really am sorry, Victor. That would have embarrassed both Miracle Company and you; I understand now and I will do better in the future.”

“No, you misunderstand me.” He stood, and strode quickly towards me, crossing the room in a few broad steps. He grabbed my shoulders and forced me to look him in the eye. “The only person who should see you in outfits of this nature is me.” It was the hunger in his eyes that made me realize I was no longer talking to the CEO of LFG, but Victor Li, my protective and now aroused boyfriend.

Desperate lips met mine, taking my breath away. I was always weak for his kisses, this time literally. My knees gave in a bit, and I held onto his arms as he pushed deeper. I eagerly reciprocated, a need for his touch growing rapidly under my navel. We broke apart for only a moment, before he claimed my lips again and ran strong fingers up my neck and into my hair, gently nudging my face closer to his.

Victor was not a man of many flowery words, but he made up for it in his actions. Every kiss we shared was so fervent that you would think it was going to be our last. Even in moments of raw passion, it was obvious how deeply he cared for me, and I fell more in love with him each time our lips united. This kiss was no exception; I sank into his yearning for me, throwing my arms around his neck.

Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around my thighs, and I felt myself being lifted into the air. I scrambled to wind my legs around his waist, holding him tighter. We were intimately closer than before, and I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. It amazed me that I could have such an effect on the seemingly stoic mogul, that I could be the one to break his cool. His lips captured mine once more, then he impatiently moved us towards his desk.

“Hold tight,” he instructed, using one arm to awkwardly clear off the desktop, sending pens and his mouse flying. He set me atop it, beginning to suck at the pulse point above my collarbone, when reality hit me.

“Wait, stop,” I whispered harshly. He immediately backed away, arms to his side.

“What’s wrong?” Concern overtook ardor, and he scanned my figure. “Did I hurt you?” That thought seemed to shake him a bit.

“No, nothing like that,” I quickly reassured him. “But...should we really be doing this in your office? People might hear, or worse, what if someone came in?”

His confidence immediately returned, desire resuming its place in his eyes as I mentioned others overhearing our stolen moment of passion. He smirked, leaning in close.

“Let them hear.” He continued his attack on my neck, but I wouldn’t be swayed just yet.

“Victor,” I chided. “I’m not comfortable with someone catching us in your office. That wouldn’t look good for either of us.” He stopped, judging my sincerity, then walked away.

“Wait, where are you going?” I asked, reaching out an arm towards him needily, missing his warmth already. Had I angered him?

“Relax, dummy.” He strode up to the door and turned the lock, its satisfying click signaling his intentions. He turned and smiled devilishly. “No one is going anywhere until we are finished.”

He hastened back to me, as if I were his prey, strung up and waiting for him on a platter. He kissed me again, and loosened his tie to quell the sweltering heat. I grabbed for his shirt, undoing the first few buttons before he stopped me with a lick to a particularly sensitive area behind my earlobe. He undid his tie the rest of the way and set it down beside me on the desk. I finished unbuttoning his shirt, untucking it roughly. I gulped upon being met with the sight of his broad chest. As if controlled by some unknown force, my hands ran over his torso, brushing his collarbone and hips alike, searching for any point of contact with him.

He placed feather light kisses all over my face and neck, brushing my cheek; my eyelids; the small v formed by my collarbones. As lovely as his display of affection was--and it truly was; not often did we get a chance to bask in the other’s devotion--it wasn’t quite enough. I needed more.

I ran my hands down his abdomen, grabbing for his belt buckle, but he caught my hand in his and tsked.

“Someone needs to learn to be patient.” His hands left me, and I let out a whine. He picked up the flimsy piece of fabric that lay beside me and wrapped it around my face, covering my eyes.

“Is this okay?” I heard a soft whisper beside my left ear.

His breath tickled me a bit, paused in anticipation of my answer. I hold absolute control over him at this moment, I realized with a small gasp. The power was a heady feeling; Loveland’s most eligible ‘bachelor’ was all mine, treating me as if I was some queen to be worshipped. Although he was leading most of the action, I held the ropes. And I would be ever so careful not to abuse this gift. What’s more, after years of having to take care of myself on my own, I now could trust him. Completely.

“Yes.”

That one word spurred him back into action. He quickly fastened the makeshift blindfold behind my head, careful to avoid knotting my hair with it. I heard a low groan, and then my skirt was pushed up, warm hands rubbing slow circles on my inner thighs.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine, sending shivers down my spine. "There is nothing I would not do to keep you safe and happy."

I bucked my hips towards his, searching for any friction to relieve my need. Suddenly, I felt a hand over my underwear, massaging my clit leisurely. I let out a breathy moan. Finally. His steady fingers ran back and forth across the fabric, gentle yet firm in their ministrations. "Faster, please Victor," I gasped, spreading my legs. He obeyed, for once, going faster and faster until all fear of others intruding disappeared. I could only think about him, his touch, and my palpable desire to become one with him.

I could feel a flush rise in my cheeks, the sounds coming from my mouth garbled and brimming with pleasure. I reached blindly for him, needing to touch him for stability; so that I could hold off my climax a little longer, but was met only with air. I let out a whine. I heard a chuckle from somewhere in front of me. Seconds later, strong hands guided mine to his shoulders; his warm body moved closer, parting my legs further.

I was already beyond wet by this point, and I felt ready for him but knowing Victor, he wouldn't enter me until he was sure I was relaxed and ready for him. "Please, hurry up, I need you, now," I urged.

Surprisingly, he decided to grant my request. I heard the soft clink of a belt buckle being undone followed by a rustling of fabric. I hooked my ankles behind him, wanting, no, needing him in me as soon as humanly possible. A hand ran through my hair, and then my underwear was pushed to the side; in one fluid motion he had both lifted me into the air and entered me with a soft moan. I gasped, throwing my head back and digging my fingers into the well-defined muscles of his shoulders.

The sensation of him inside me was more intense in the dark. I felt so safe, protected and satisfied in his arms. It was as if all my fears and worries had melted away. I knew that he would shield me from any incoming darkness that dared to threaten me. He pulled back for a moment, then slowly slid inside me once more, giving me time to adjust and savor the feeling of us, united as one.

We maintained a comfortable rhythm, my hips grinding down to meet his as I panted against his neck. There was no need for words; anything that needed to be said was communicated through movement and small gasps and moans. I realized that I could no longer hear the ticking of the wall clock, its telling absence revealing that time was no longer in motion.

I drew in a breath to mention it, but he suddenly changed to a different angle, shifting me in his arms, and sparks burst behind my eyelids. “Don’t you dare stop, right--right there!” I practically screamed. He hummed in confirmation, building speed. I let out a series of whines, bouncing down into his thrusts in desperation to add to the surging, rising tide of pleasure that's only just out of reach. I could hear Victor’s pleasure as well in the short, cut off breaths he let out.

“Are you close,” he ground out, ever the gentleman in refusing to come before me.

“Very,” I replied, concentrating on my climax, adding a finger to my clit. A few more strokes, and it hit me--hard. I screamed out his name and clenched around him. He gasped, and I felt a warmth inside me as he tightened his grip on me. The waves of pleasure taking hold of me ebbed slowly; suddenly, I could see again, tie dropping to the floor.

Victor cradled me close and kissed the top of my head. We remained entangled in each other’s embrace for a few moments longer, catching our breath. He slid out of me, but didn’t let me go. I buried my face in his neck, flushing at the whispered “I love you” that came from beside my ear.

Suddenly, the ticking resumed and the space that was only ours returned to being shared with the rest of the world. I was gently set down on the desk, and I grabbed a tissue to clean myself up. We began to redress and had almost finished when there was a knock at the door.

“Sir, the mechanics from Four Seasons Heating and Air have arrived,” Goldman’s voice came from behind the solid wood. “Would you like to direct them or should I handle it?”

Victor gestured at my cardigan, “That goes on; tightly,” he said in a low voice, then he grabbed his suit jacket and approached the door. I buttoned it quickly, barely finishing in time before he swung the door open.

There was an awkward silence as Goldman took in our appearance. He did a quick double take, then stammered an apology. “Sir, I--uh--”

I flushed brightly; there was no way to conceal what we had been up to. Only Victor stood stoic as always, not caring about our disheveled state or the smudge of my lipstick on the corner of his mouth. “Mark me as booked for the next two hours,” he announced, glancing at his watch. “I expect the air conditioning to be up and running when I return.”

“Next two hours--but sir! You have the meeting with the investors from--” Goldman was cut off with a glare. Typical. I felt sorry for him.

“Did I ask for any feedback? I said that I am booked for the next two hours. Make any schedule changes necessary in my absence.” He put an arm around my waist and led me out of the room in the direction of the elevator.

“But sir!” Victor paid him no mind and as the door closed, he pulled me into another kiss.

“How do you feel about lunch at Souvenir?”

“Mm, sounds great!” I replied, smoothing down his slightly rumpled shirt. Oh! Pulling back with a smile, I suddenly laughed. “Victor!”

He frowned. “What.”

“You forgot your tie!”

#mlqc #mlqc victor #mlqc victor smut #mlqc writing #my writing #this took way too long

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sunflowersoonyoung · 3 years

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words left unsaid | sinb

w.c ↠ 1.7k

pairing ↠ sinb x gender neutral!reader

genres/s ↠ fluff, a smidge of angst, friends to lovers au!

description ↠ You regret not speaking your thoughts after potentially losing your best friend and the love of your life, Hwang Eunbi. However, fate brings you together after years apart.

warning/s ↠ n/a

author’s note ↠ this took me an afternoon to write which is extremely quick for me! I did proofread it but I'm not sure if it feels rushed. regardless, goofy best friend sinb is my favourite~

Your experience with Middle School had been dull and uneventful, until a fateful meeting with Hwang Eunbi.

The library was a sanctuary for you, a quiet place for you to focus entirely on schoolwork without distractions. The scent of dust mingled with old books was soothing, a smell you had learned to associate with relaxation. Back then it was not uncommon for you to be found there, tucked in the corner buried in schoolwork.

No one had ever approached you, not until Eunbi. Urgently scrawling out the contents of a closely due assignment, you had believed you were alone until she placed a hand on your shoulder, capturing your attention.

“Excuse me,” her voice was melodic, soft, pleasant to your ears, “do you think you could help me?”

A petite girl was peering down at you, silky raven hair cascading down her chest in waves. She offered you a smile and you felt a burst of butterflies in the pit of your stomach. Immediately your face heated up, too shy to maintain eye contact with the gorgeous stranger.

“I-I can,” you responded, your attempt to swallow a stutter failing. Her smile only widened, perfect rows of teeth glistening back at you - a hint of awkwardness beneath the surface as she spoke again.

“Thanks. I don’t really know where anything is in here. I’m trying to find a geography textbook.”

She trailed closely behind you, weaving between bookshelves till you reached the far end of the library. You gestured broadly to a collection of books, “here.” When you turned to face her, dismay painted her features, and for a moment you thought you had lead her to the wrong section. She huffed and pointed to the top shelf out of her reach, “it’s all the way up there.”

After both of you took turns in attempting to jump and snatch the textbook, unfortunately with no luck, an idea seemed to cross her mind. She swivelled towards you with a mischievous grin, oblivious to how it made your heart flutter.

“Wanna try sitting on my shoulders?”

A coy giggle bubbled up from your throat at the image. How would this small-framed girl manage to carry you on her shoulders, let alone stand and sustain herself with you atop of her?

At her urging, you ignored the thoughts at the back of your head that warned you this was a bad idea and swung your legs over her front, flailing for purchase and grasping her hair to balance yourself. For a brief second, it seemed as if it would work out until she tried to stand on trembling legs. As you had predicted, she was not nearly strong enough to support you. With a yelp, you slid from her grasp and both of you tumbled back onto the carpet.

You both exploded with unrestrained laughter, disturbing the peaceful library. Glancing at her with her face lit up, you were overcome with joy, unable to tear your eyes away. There was no longer anything else you desired; you only wanted to see her laugh like this every day for the rest of your life.

You assured yourself that moment that you would become her closest friend, truly believing that would be enough for you.

The closer you were to Eunbi, the stronger your affections for her developed; in High School, she had been your universe in which no one else dared to enter. It was obvious from the outside that your bond was different, filled with a romantic tension that both of you were blind to.

It was a hot summer evening, a film of sweat sticking to your skin as you walked alone. This was a rare occurrence, as usually Eunbi would join you and overload your head with chatter along the way to your accustomed hangout.

It was a routine you both seldom broke. You would first stop at a small convenience store and spend pocket money on sweets and soda, or hot drinks in the winter. Then, whilst conversing the whole way, you would cross the road and sit on the bottom of a grassy riverbank, observing the ducks as they floated past.

Today, since you were alone, you paused only briefly inside the store for a cold drink, pressing it to your reddened cheeks. As you had hoped, Eunbi was waiting in your usual place, crouched with her back faced towards you. You neared and realised her shoulders were quivering. Sobs wracked her body, muffled but barely audible.

“Eunbi? Are you okay?”

She hurriedly rubbed her face with her forearms as if trying to hide that she had been crying, though her splotchy skin revealed all. You almost slipped as you hastily rushed to her side, wrapping an arm around her as tightly as you could.

“We’re both graduating soon, and I’m scared,” she admitted, reluctant to meet your gaze, “I-I’m going to a performing arts university in Seoul.”

The abrupt confession dropped cubes of ice into your belly, overwhelming you with a dread that travelled over your skin from your toes to your forehead. You were numb as you pulled away from her, a belated response of betrayal beginning to swell in your chest.

“But...you promised you would go somewhere in the same city as me,” you finally spoke, having to pry the words from your dry throat.

“I know, (F/n), but this is my future.” She was frowning, her hands trembling in the wake of your disapproval.

“But what about us?” Your words carried a weight that you were not quite ready to explain. It meant something entirely different to you because you were worried about missing the opportunity to confess your affections to her.

You don’t realise that you are crying until Eunbi’s eyes reflect sadness at you. You are too hot with emotion to care for her sympathy, turning on your heel and fleeing. It would be a decision you would come to regret.

Closing yourself in the haven of your bedroom, the horror of the incident began to sink in. You bawled into your pillow, lamenting over every harsh sentence you had uttered.

The following day at school, you found yourself unable to speak to your best friend out of humiliation, and Eunbi seemed unbothered by this, proceeding with her day as usual - but without you. You didn’t blame her; you had hurt her considerably.

By the time graduation came, a wall of silence was still between you.

Years would pass by. Girlfriends and short flings would occur, nothing unusual for a college student - though none could take your mind off your goofy, affectionate ex-best friend. Some nights you would lay still in bed as you recounted all of the joyful memories you shared with her. You often pictured her lying beside you.

It was not until you had finally integrated into the working world that you were sentimental enough to revisit your old hangout. Usually, you made excuses to yourself that it was too far of a drive and that it would only reopen sensitive wounds. You considered turning around multiple times, but an invisible force drew you to that riverbank on that particular day.

You were mildly surprised to discover that the old convenience store still open. White paint was peeling off of the walls in flecks, but it was still upright and working.

For old time’s sake, you entered, purchasing a can of vanilla coke and a bag of potato chips. Traipsing down to the grassy slope across the road with a plastic bag at your hip, you felt invigorated by your decision to return this afternoon. Perhaps it was the association with your youth.

A woman sat at the bottom of the hillside, slender legs stretched out in front of her as she seemed to take in the fresh breeze. Her dark locks had been cut in a neat line around her jaw, the quality of her hair so silky that it shone. She was turned away from you enough that you could not see her features.

“Is it okay if I sit here?” You inquired softly, and she turned to look at you.

Although so many years had changed, beautiful Eunbi had barely changed. Maturity settled on her facade like dust, but other than that she was the same. Her stunned expression tells you that you were equally as recognisable.

“(F/n)?” Her voice was small as if she hardly dared to ask. You answered with a curt nod, scanning the grown Eunbi that was struggling to her feet before you.

Abruptly she threw herself into your embrace, a sweet warmth overwhelming you as she gave you the contact you had craved from her ever since you had parted. An aromatic, flowery scent wafted from her, and you were embarrassed to admit that it made your mouth water.

“I-I’m sorry,” you mumbled against her shoulder, earning a soft tut from her lips.

“I’m sorry too,” she responded, “there’s a lot I wish I had said to you.”

She withdraws, interlocking her fingers with yours tightly as if scared you would leave otherwise. An unexpected tension crackles through the lukewarm atmosphere, the kind of tension that only materializes between timid lovers.

“I love you (F/n). I’ve felt like something has been missing all these years without you. Ever since that day in the library.”

Whatever you were expecting her to say, it was certainly not that. Her confession was so confident that you immediately accepted it to be true, despite the doubt that sat in the back of your head. The air grew considerably hotter against your cheeks, warmth rising up your neck and reaching the tips of your ears.

“Me too, Eunbi,” you were stumbling over your words as you hurried to reciprocate, “I-I was always so scared you would reject me.”

A toothy grin stretched across her face once she realised what had just happened. Words that had been left unsaid had finally unburdened the both of you. She eagerly cupped your cheeks and swept you into a kiss. The sensation was far better than your first kiss, full of longing, relief and a little desperation. It was shallow but meaningful.

“I’ve wanted to do that for years,” she purred against your lips, that same mischievous twinkle in her eyes that you had witnessed all those years ago.

#gfriend #gfriend sinb #gfriend x reader #gfriend imagines #gfriend fluff #sinb x reader #sinb imagine #sinb fluff #Hwang eunbi #Hwang Eunbi x reader #Hwang Eunbi imagine #Hwang Eunbi fluff #girl group fluff #girl group imagines #girl group x reader #gxg #gxg imagine #wlw

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marvelfansince08love · 4 years

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The Pleasure is all Mine - Chapter 6

Word count: 4250

Pairing: Lou Miller x Female!Reader

Warning: Angsty as fuuuck - I apologise in advance lmao.

A/N: Sorry for the slow updates... my shift pattern at work as changed so I’ve been working back to back shifts at the hospital, I hope to have my prompt request up in the next two days just before my birthday at the end of the week. Enjoy this chapter.. I had a love/hate relationship with it.

Fun fact: I listened to ‘Prisoner’, ‘As you are’ and ‘Angel’ by The Weeknd in that order while writing the party scene.. so i feel like they are the songs that were playing at the time. So feel free to listen to those songs while reading if you like!

Thank you @imnotasuperhero you bloody diamond!

Tags: @waitingfortheendtocome @natasha-danvers @redcrete @iamheartless @deadly-darling @gaylorrds @smuttty @existentialcrisiscat @saucy-sapphic @veteranwerewolf95

I do not own this beautiful picture but this is basically how Lou looks in this chapter, so enjoy that image x

Chapter 6

"Good morning New York City, it's 9am on a sunny saturday -" the ecstatic radio station burst with life, startling me awake. I groan in displeasure as I turn to hit the disturbing box before rolling back over and stretching my tired limbs, my hand brushes against the cool sheets in the empty space beside me making me pout; missing the warmth of Lou wrapped around me in our sleepy state. I hear my phone vibrate on my nightstand making me reach quickly for it, hoping that it's her. My heart flutters, my grin wide making my cheeks ache slightly at the received message.

Good morning beautiful. Waking up this morning without you next to me was dreadful, I miss holding you and watching your nose twitch and your eyelashes flutter as you wake. If waking up in a cold empty bed without you feels this awful I don't ever wanna sleep again - 9.03am

Good morning to you too, the feeling is definitely mutual. Hopefully we won't have to feel like this soon... say tomorrow night? - 9.04am I reply nervously, hoping I haven't come across as too needy.

Is that a promise? - 9.08 am

Signed and sealed - 9.10am

I'll be counting down the minutes, baby. Have a lovely day, I'll be thinking of you x - 9.12am

I sigh smitten with this wonderfully charming woman who seems to have my heart racing like no other.

I wish I could wake up every morning with her, I sulk thoughtfully as I begrudgingly leave my bed and head towards the kitchen ready to start the day.

As I continue to make my pancakes; that's not nearly half as good as what Lou makes, a loud knock echoes through my apartment startling me out of my funk. I place the pan onto the side and quickly make my way to the door and open it, revealing Rachel and Luke both with matching cheshire cat grins.

"Well well well, look who slept in her own apartment last night. Oh, but does that mean she's here instead?" Rachel teases while trying to poke her head through the door. I roll my eyes at them playfully before opening the door wider, letting them enter my apartment.

They both rush in and scan the open area in search of a tall blonde goddess making me laugh at the non subtle actions.

"She's not here if you must know. I slept alone last night," I answered with slight disappointment. They both seem to catch on to the tone and smirk wide.

"You wished you hadn't, though. Damn, she must have been good." Luke states, wiggling his eyebrows as Rachel walks towards the kitchen and grabs a bite of my untouched pancakes, chuckling in agreement.

"So I thought we could go shopping and grab a bite to eat before coming back here and starting our movie marathon, maybe order the Chinese later on?" I ask, wanting to change the topic. I got an agreed 'whoop' and an exclaimed 'YES!" from my friends who are far too interested in my breakfast.

Guess I'll add grabbing breakfast while out onto the agenda then I think to myself.

I huff jokingly before telling them to make themselves comfortable while I get changed for the day, already knowing that they always make themselves comfortable in my space.

Once dressed in my high waisted jeans and oversized jumper I make my way over to the two clowns who seem to be messing up my kitchen as they wash up.

"Can you guys ever just come over without making a mess? It's like having two children in the apartment," I laugh at the defensive 'Hey' from the pair before shooing them out of my kitchen and towards the door.

"Come on, I've gotta grab some breakfast considering you both eat mine." I sulk playfully as we make our way out of the apartment and onto the streets of New York.

***

"Alright, but getting kicked out of the store for giving my opinion on that awful flowery dress with those ankle boots was a bit far. If anything, I was helping the poor woman out by stopping her from buying it." Rachel complains while Luke helps carry half of her shopping bags through my apartment, I roll my eyes in slight annoyance already hearing this story three times since being out.

"Rach, we were pretty much finished in there anyway. And "the flower pattern on that dress makes it look like an 80s hippie threw up on you" wasn't very nice," I comment, taking my bags through the apartment towards my room, while they flop onto my sofa, bags still in hand.

I walk back through into the living room and flop down next to them and sigh in relief.

God, I hate and love shopping.

My phone vibrates in my jean pocket and I grin subtly as to not draw attention to the others:

Strawberries or chocolate? - 16.00pm

Why not both? What's with the weird question? ;) - 16.02pm

Just some useful information to store away for future reference;), I miss you x - 16.04pm

I blush slightly and try to hold back a squeal as I bite gently on my lower lip before pocketing my phone away from potential prying eyes.

"Okay, all that shopping and carrying Miss.fashionista bags around all day is making me hungry, Chinese?" Luke complains, flashing us his emerald green eyes and a pout for good measure making me pout back in mocking sympathy.

"Of course, you big baby. Can't hack shopping with two women." I joke.

"Darling, I've been out of the closet since I walked out of there in my mums six inch stilettos. I can hack shopping with two women," He shoots back, making us all laugh. Rachel grabs her phone from the table in front of us as I grab hold of the menu and recite my usual to her. Once we've ordered, we make our way towards my kitchen to make our crazy cocktails for the afternoon.

Ever since I moved here, it's been a tradition that whenever we all have more than one day off in the week together, we meet up and have a 'friends day/ night gathering'. It all started after Rachel's 'love of her life' decided to run out on her the morning after a drunken night out leaving her crying on my doorstep and a distraught Luke not knowing how to handle a crying female alone.

We continue to laugh and joke while making terrible margaritas and other alcoholic potions when Harry Styles' 'Adore You' echoes through the kitchen area making us pause as two matching grins face me while I blush under their playful stares.

"Cute," Luke whispers, making me hush them both before removing myself and my phone away from their prying ears.

"Hello you!" I greet with slight flirtation

"Well if it isn't the voice of my beautiful goddess, I've missed you"

"I've missed you too, you charmer. Do you say that to all of the girls?" I tease, smiling smugly when I hear her laugh loudly.

"You know it's only you baby" she jokes back but the tone of her voice indicates her seriousness, making me smile.

"How was the party planning?" I ask, making my way to my bedroom.

"It went great actually. We're all pretty set up for later on which is why I'm calling. I forgot to ask yesterday but I got so caught up with everything here I forgot to mention it. I want to informally invite you to Daphne's party tonight, the invite is extended to Rachel and Luke as I know it's your friends night" I smile at that, liking that she remembered.

"I would love to come! I'll double check with them but if there's alcohol involved they're usually up for anything" I joke making us both chuckle.

"Okay great! I'll see you later tonight then?" She says hopefully making my stomach flutter with excitement.

God, it's only been a day and I'm like this I mutter thoughtfully to myself.

"I'll see you later. It's definitely at your place right?"

"As much as I tried to move it... yes it is," she grumbles all in good nature, I chuckle softly before muttering a goodbye ending the call. Practically skipping my way back to the kitchen where they are both plating up the food that must have just arrived. I excitedly relay the message to my friends, who cheer in response before chatting about what they are going to wear.

Once we have finished our food, Luke and Rachel leave to go and get changed for the party while I fret over my choice of outfit. Deciding that my black dress with off the shoulder straps shows off my curves the best, I slip it on with a pair of black heels. After touching up on my makeup, I curl my hair into loose curls to finish the look.

I really do scrub up well, I think feeling confident with my choice.

My phone lights up with a 'we're here' text from Rachel before I grab my long coat and make my way down the stairs of my apartment building.

***

Lights shine through the warehouse windows with party music blaring through big speakers making the lyrics crystal clear outside, a few party goers chat loudly outside while enjoying a cigarette.

"Oh, my God. I've never been to a celebrity birthday party before!" Luke exclaims, nudging Rachel and pointing towards another movie star that he saw on the big screen one time. I chuckle and shake my head at his starstruck face before looping my arm through his and walking towards the door.

"Luke, Daphne and the rest of them are just like normal regular people relax," I tease while Rachel nods in agreement.

"Yeah, what's so great about Daphne Kluger anyway." Rachel mutters while eyeing a tall tattooed blonde guy standing by the doorway of the entrance, she winks in his direction making him grin back in return. I roll my eyes at her boldness before continuing into the living room area which has been converted into a dance space for the night.

I scan the room searching for a particular blonde with crystal blue eyes but before I can make it further into the room I feel a pair of arms circle around my waist and a light pressure on my shoulder from the chin that's now placed there, soft lips brush gently against my jawline.

"Well, don't you look absolutely stunning. I love the straps on this dress, a lot of access to kiss you more." Her raspy voice sends a shiver down my spine as she places a gentle kiss on my shoulder. I smirk at her forwardness enjoying the feeling of her body against mine. I turn around in her arms to face and gape at her, holding in a groan of pleasure as my eyes scan every inch of her.

No one should look that good in a suit.

She stands in a black suit consisting of a white shirt with a black bowtie that hangs down loosely from under her neck collar. Her blonde hair pulled up in a loose bun leaving her face free, for the first time since meeting her I'm left speechless.

"Oh, dear... it seems I've rendered you speechless. Maybe I should come back once you've regained your senses, hmm?" She mocks with that signature smirk that makes my knees go weak.

"I..um.. you look..."

"Ravishing?" She implies still smirking.

yes

"Amazing was what I was going for... maybe even hot but your cockiness has bumped you down to just amazing," I joke matching her smirk, we stare at each other for a moment appreciating one another when a very loud cough interrupts our staring, making me turn slightly in Lou's arm.

"Well, you must be Lou Miller. I'm Rachel and this is Lucas but he prefers Luke, I see you've been taking up our girls' time lately, you must be really special" She states, grinning at us both as she holds her hand out for Lou to shake which she happily reaches for while still keeping a secured arm around my waist.

"It's nice to meet you both. Sorry this place is a little crowded, Daphne clearly doesn't understand a small get together" she says, throwing on one of her most charming smiles making Rachel and even Luke giggle. I roll my eyes at their smitten ways.

Guess I'm not the only one that affected by the Miller charm

"Oh leave it out, Miller. You know you like a good party!" Daphne exclaims, stumbling slightly over to us weaving through the crowd of people as Constance and Nine-ball carry over a tray of shots with Rose and Amita trailing behind clearly still sober, ever the responsible two.

"Y/N darling, it's so good to see you again! I'm so glad you could make it!" She slurs, hiccuping in between words occasionally making me chuckle quietly before she pulls me out of Lou's arm and into her own squeezing me tightly. I pat her back gently before muttering "Hey Daphne, it's nice to see you again. Hey guys!" I address the others over Daphne's shoulder who smiles widely and waves while Constance holds up the liquid filled tray.

"I got shots!" Making everyone cheer even Rose, Daphne let's go of her hold on me and reaches for a glass as Lou steps closer to me and hands me one. We clink our glasses, never taking our eyes off each other before letting the burning liquor trickle down our throats. I cough slightly at the sudden taste before whispering into Lou's ear.

"Where's Tammy and Debbie?" She pulls back long enough for me to see her point upstairs and wiggle her eyebrows at me, making me gasp and giggle at her childish behaviour.

"They'll be down soon though. Tammy's excited to see you again, she can't wait to have someone she can complain to about mine and Debbie's behaviour" she jokes, pouting playfully at me as I cup her cheek and pat it in mocking sympathy.

"Oh, you poor baby. Have you ever thought that maybe she's right to complain about it" I laugh at her offended expression, I notice some of the team looking in our direction not so subtly with small soft smiles while they talk with my friends in our makeshift circle between the bar and dancefloor, clearly enjoying watching me tease their friend.

The night continues on with our back and forth teasing and not to mention the subtle touch of fingertips and the grazed hand over my ass while we spoke with Tammy and Debbie making me scold her softly causing Tammy to laugh and a raised eyebrow and twitch of a smirk from Debbie. Throughout the night I've noticed a particular redhead staring over at us, her expression difficult to read in the dimly lit room as night fell over outside. I brush it off as slight paranoia with being around so many strangers. After a while we both get separated by Lou’s work friends who require her attention at the bar, she frowns in displeasure before I give her a quick kiss on the corner of her mouth and reassure her that I'll be okay. I wandered over to Rachel and Luke who seemed to have departed after the first two rounds of shots at the beginning of the night to go and throw some moves on the dancefloor. Luke catches my eye from the middle of the floor and reaches out his hand for me to take, I giggle as he takes a hold of my hand and twirls me around bringing me close to him before twirling me back out again. Rachel woops next to us, her arm around Daphne's waist making me raise a questioning eyebrow, she blushes and shrugs innocently at me before continuing to dance with her. As Luke twirls me out of his arms again I notice the same red head hovering by the dancefloor however this time she stands next to a tall brunette woman who seems to be whispering into her ear but her eyes never straying from my form. I avert my gaze feeling slightly uncomfortable but become distracted by Luke's ridiculous dancing.

After a while Tammy and Amita join our little duo on the dancefloor, laughing a little at Tammy's 'mum dance'. With all the laughter and alcohol in my system I stagger slightly towards the bathroom needing to pee. The queue is long making me groan and back pedal a little knowing I could always use Lou's en suite if needs be. Before I could fully turn back around a rough hand wraps itself around my bicep making me startle and tense at the unfamiliar touch, I turn to see the same brunette that was standing by the dancefloor with the beautiful redhead earlier.

"If you're looking for Lou, you'll be searching for a while. She kinda pre- occupied" she riddles, her voice hostile as she eyes me, smirking.

"I'm sorry do I know you?" I asked, confused by her behaviour.

"No, but your girlfriend definitely does" she replies with that stupid smirk still in place. I frown at her childish behaviour wondering exactly how Lou would associate herself with such people.

They certainly aren't like the seven women she usually hangs out with.

"I don't have a girlfriend but if you are referring to Lou I'd appreciate it if you would shut the fuck up when you clearly know nothing" I snap, finally reaching my limit.

Who the hell does she think she is!

She laughs mockingly before replying:

"You got fire behind those eyes kid, she likes that in her women" she mutters standing with her arms crossed as she leans lazily against the wall by the bathroom. I open my mouth to retaliate but is interrupted by Debbie's harsh voice

"I don't recall you being invited, Madison."

Madison's eyes light up with glee and mischief.

"Debbie darling, so nice to see you again. How's Tam Tam?" I look towards Debbie's face, my eyes wide at her stoic expression.

I've never seen her so indifferent before but then again how well do you really know her.

"Get out." She mutters trying to not draw attention to us. Madison rolls her eyes unbothered by Debbie's tone of voice, she pushes away from the wall and brushes harshly past me.

"You might wanna see for yourself. We've all been tangled up in Lou Millers web before. A leopard never changes its spots, dear" she mutters before storming down the hallway and out of the building.

I feel hot tears surface before wiping them away quickly, which doesn't seem to go unnoticed by Debbie who lays a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Don't listen to her, she's a nutcase. She's always wanted Lou" she says quietly while escorting up the stairs and towards Lou's room.

"I'll wait for you out here okay? Go and freshen yourself up, don't show them that you are affected by their words you hear me? Lou really likes you Y/N, ignore the green eyed monsters" and with that she gently pushes me through Lou's doorway and closes it.

Once I've finished up I stand by the bathroom sink and stare at my reflection for a moment taking in my appearance before taking a deep breath and relaxing my shoulders.

I can do this, I reassure myself.

I walk out of the room feeling much better and meet Debbie by the staircase that leads back towards the party, she whispers reassurance in my ear before leaving me with my concerned friends to go and find Tammy.

"Omg Y/N are you okay? Did you get lost in the bathroom or something? Ew, actually I don't want to know what you and Princess Charming have been up to" Rachel says her nose scrunched up at the thought, Daphne giggles loudly next to her.

"Please it's adorable. I've never seen Lou so smitten before" Daphne states drunkenly. I blush at the confession and grin softly feeling less insecure about our developing relationship and less concerned about that woman’s words.

"No actually I um.. I bumped into Debbie upstairs and got chatting but I think I'm gonna go grab a drink ``I state, gaining a cheer from Daphne who leads the way to the makeshift bar where the kitchen island usually is. I scan the room looking for Lou wondering whether I could talk to her in private about my ordeal upstairs with her old 'friend'.

I instantly regret my decision.

I see a gap in between the sea of people showing me Lou standing by the other side of the bar, leaning against it. The redhead from earlier whispers into her ear making Lou shake her head in laughter, the woman fiddles with her bow tie as if to go and tie it but Lou stops her with a shake of her head, her eyes move away from the woman as she scans the room as if searching for someone. As if sensing my presence her eyes turn instantly towards me, her crystal blues widen but before I could see anything else the beat of the music grows silent as Daphne takes the mic from the DJ ready to thank everyone for coming.

I feel my heart shatter into a million pieces, tears run freely down my face as I try to hide within the sea of people on the dance floor all while looking for Rach and Luke. I quickly find them standing at the edge of the dance floor opposite the front door.

Perfect

I quickly grab a hold of Rachel's hand, her eyebrows furrowed at the sight of my distraught face.

"Oh my god, Y/N are you okay? What the hell! Did she do this?! I'll wrap that bow tie around her neck so tight I swear Y/N" I quickly hush her and barely whisper

"Please just get me out of here" with that she nods her head with such determination. Luke wraps my coat around my shoulders and pulls me against him as we walk out of the door while Rachel phones a cab.

"It's gonna take 10 minutes Y/N. I don't know how long we can avoid her for," Rachel says apologetically as she stands close to me. Luke let's go of me and says he's gonna go grab his and Rachel's things and that he'll be as quick as possible.

"It's okay I just need to get out of here" I mutter quietly not trusting my own voice.

Luke rushes out breathing heavily as he passes Rachel her coat.

"She's going insane in there... her and that red head have just had a massive argument and she's asking Debbie where you were. Y/N I think you should at least tell her you are going" Luke reasons.

A leopard never changes its spots, dear

"Oh my god, she was right." I whisper to myself, gaining their attention.

"What do you mean, darling?" Luke asks softly.

"The.. other woman there tonight.. Madison. She warned me, I just never thought Lou..."

"Don't listen to them Y/N. Whatever you saw in there it could have been a misunderstanding, those girls have been eyeing her up all night but Lou only ever had eyes for you" Luke reassures just as the yellow cab arrives out front. We all rush towards it but before I can step into it a hand grabs a hold of my arm gently spinning me around and slamming the door with the other, blocking me from getting in as she boxes me in between her body and the door.

Wet crystal blue eyes stare right back into mine, full of sadness and rage. Her breathing slightly erratic from running around the place, she whispers so desperately, so softly I barely hear her.

"Please don't leave. Please. Let me explain"

She likes that in her women

"Lou let me go, please. I'm just really tired and would like to get some rest. We can talk about this tomorrow okay" I whisper back feeling droplets of rain crash onto my face or is it my tears? I cup her cheek and brush my thumb over her cheekbone wiping away the frustrated tear that seems to have escaped from her eye.

"Tomorrow" she clarifies with hope.

"Yes tomorrow" I certify making her relax slightly before leaning in and pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth as I turn away slightly still not ready for the contact. I see the hurt and sadness in her eyes as I slowly remove her hand from the top of the car and open the door making her step back. I climb into the car and see Lou press her hand gently against the window briefly, her blue eyes desperate for me to understand. The engine starts up and before I know it her sad form seems to grow smaller and smaller as we disappear back into the city. The last thing I see before going through the gates is Lou run her hands through her hair in frustration as Debbie steps towards her to comfort her. I turn away after that feeling guilty and hurt, the only real comfort I have right now comes from the two hands that hold my own in solidarity.

Maybe I really don’t know her at all

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