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8ttached · 6 months

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"she's a real gem huh?"

pairings - (possessive) Fontaine x blk reader

warnings - (18+ smut, minors dni!!) not proof read, car sex (dont know if I would consider this as public sex since it's in an empty parking lot but you have been warned!!), aave, use of the n word, make-up sex

authors note - heyy I've been so caught up with other shit that i almost forgot about Tumblr but i finally whipped something up after weeks of writers block but i hope you guys enjoy!!!

word count - 946

(reblogs and comments are most definitely appreciated!! )

possessive Fontaine

You always knew Fontaine was the possessive type. Not the loud “yells at anyone who stares at you” kind of possessive. But the “I know I'm lucky” possessive. The type to plant hickeys all over your neck for other niggas to see when they're talking to you. he gets a kick outta the ones who stare at them for too long

You were at the bar with yoyo and slick. Fontaine decided not to go since in his words “he got other shit to do.” your main plan was to stick together incase some weird shit happens but after a few drinks that plan was dropped. Yoyo was dancing while slick was god knows where and now you’re chopping it up with some nigga that claimed to “know you from way back.”

“Yeah, you haven't changed a bit! Same eyes as your mama” the older man said. You laughed nervously as you looked around the atmosphere. The guy began to compliment you again and again. Comments like “you look just like ya mama” and “you've gotten so grown” made your skin crawl.

You look at your phone checking the time, but you ended up seeing missed calls from Fontaine. not just one, but Multiple. You looked around looking for Yoyo and slick knowing that if Fontaine called multiple times, it was something serious.

The older man's words suddenly turned into mumbles as you looked around seeing Slick and Yoyo nowhere in sight. You look down at your phone worried as you start to call Fontaine but something stops you. The older male said something as you weren't paying attention and a tall broad man stood behind you.

“Yeah, she's a real gem huh?” he agreed.

The dark male's voice sent chills down your spine causing you to turn your shoulders, face to face with your boyfriend. Fontaine didn't say anything to you. His low-lidded eyes said more than enough. As you walked outside you remembered Slick and Yoyo were still in the club. Or so you thought.

“What about yoyo and-”

“They left.”

Fontaine didn't look at you. His hands in his pockets, eye facing straight ahead, it all worried you. But what worried you most was Yoyo and Slick leaving you at the club knowing what could have happened. Especially with the weirdo you were talking to.

You both get into his car. As you look down on your lap you feel a heavy shake from Fontaines side of the car. You smack your thick lips. “Damn nigga you ain't needa slam the door that hard.” but he didn't say anything, let alone look at you. He was giving you the cold shoulder.

“..taine” cold shoulder again. You sigh deeply. The car ride home was quiet

Fontaine set the car to park and took his key out the car. Before he could open the door you grab his shoulder. “Fuck you touching me for?’ he mumbles. “Fontaine it wasn't what it looked like” Your hand laid on his shoulder. “So you at the bar flirting to some older nigga wasn't what it looked like?” he turns to you, his grills shining as his nose turns up in irritation. “No, it wasn't! And you know I wouldn't do that shit to you” your voice cracked. You didn't want Fontaine to be worried about you. You were a big girl and you didn't need some hood nigga taking care of you, but you also didn't want him to think you were someone to share around. “Then what was it?”

You ended up telling him everything that happened. From the plan, to the creepy comments. You made sure to lay everything onto the table.

“Why didn't you say shit at the club?” he sighs looking straight at the driver's wheel as he sucked his teeth. “ ‘cus I know you taine and ion need that type of attention on me.” your eyes stuck at your dress. “That dress giving you every type of attention” Your boyfriend examines your short dress with a deep breath and hand rubbing his beard. He thought you looked jaw dropping but knowing Fontaine, he wasn't gonna let you see him fold so quickly, especially after what just happened. What’d you expect? He's stubborn. You smile, “Whatchu meannnn..” you laugh as you cross your hands, looking at him from the side.

And like that, flirting quickly turned to fucking.

Fontaine's rough hands groping your titties, ass, and hips time and time again. His name leaves your thick lips over and over again. the car windows steaming with warm breaths of ecstasy.

“Ion won't no other nigga looking at you” Fontaine groins. “ion care if yo ass was green, don't no nigga need to be laying they eye on what's mine.” you nod, too breathless, too caught up with with the feeling of Fontaine's hands rubbing that spot on your clit. ‘I'm all yours taine” you finally sigh. Your legs shaking as you finally came. But the rhythm of Fontaine's hips continued. His hands gripping your ass as his head lays back.

“Fontaine, i cant..” you hold his arm. ‘I know baby i know, just relax mama m’kay?” you nod lightly laying yourself on his chest. Your warm breath on his neck. “Where you want it baby?” Fontaine's raspy voice asked. You were so fucked out of it, you couldn't let out coherent words. “In…side..” you moaned as Fontaine came inside you.

“You got it all on my dress!” you yelled out quietly as Fontaine grabbed the house keys. “That’ll show dem weird niggas ya already fucking with someone.” you notice his grin from the side which made you smile.

He really made you feel like a gem tonight.

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hermitscratch · 2 months

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Joel & Etho - 21, for the writing ? :3

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21. A kiss to shut them up, Joel/Etho, 957 words

[ Inspired in part by this lovely artwork by @plumadot ! ]

"So I've got a theory," Joel started.

It was a nice day; temperate in a way that heralded the approaching warm season. A lot of hermits were taking advantage of it to check the things off their to-do lists that weren't easily done in cold or wet weather. Etho had broken off from the others for just that purpose, but as soon as he mentioned needing coral, Joel invited himself along.

Which meant a return to form in the shape of them, once again, sharing a boat.

"Do I have to listen to your theory?" Etho asked. The answer didn't matter much when he was a captive audience, but their conversations up until this point had been general, casual nonsense. How they spent their morning, how they liked their steak cooked, what ore they'd most be willing to eat. Time killers at worst, amusement at best.

Joel scoffed. "Don't act like you don't want to know what I'm thinking," Etho felt an elbow land against his ribs without any real force. It might have been rougher, if they weren't currently faced away from each other. Joel liked watching the wake the boat left behind, so they were pressed back-to-back. "It's about your obsession."

"My obsession? Don't you mean yours?" He retorted. Joel snorted, and Etho could imagine the smug grin that'd be accompanying it.

"This projection is getting embarrassing, Etho," Joel said with thinly veiled glee.

Etho rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. Just tell me about your theory," He said through a chuckle.

From behind him, Joel wiggled like he was trying to look over his shoulder. The boat rocked hard to the left, and Joel stilled before crowing, "I knew you wanted to know!"

Etho stopped rowing to peer over the boat's edge. The ocean here was deep, illuminated only faintly by magma pockets and the occasional rogue glow squid. They'd made a lot of headway, but there was still a ways to go to reach an untouched reef. "I wonder if I could swim back to shore from here..."

"I'll push you overboard myself if you don't let me get a blummin' word out," Joel griped, even as he fisted a hand in the back of Etho's shirt. It wouldn't do much if Etho decided to move, but the idea that Joel might want him to stay was more than enough for Etho to do so.

Not that Etho would ever tell him that; his ex-soulmate's ego was big enough.

"You're the one stopping, though?" Etho answered, rebalancing the boat and adjusting the oars to continue rowing. Joel's inhale was audible, and before he could argue, Etho urged, "Let's hear your theory."

Joel crossed his arms with a huff. Etho grinned. Joel was probably pouting and everything. "D'you remember what Gem said this morning?"

"Hmm," Etho had to think the question through. They'd been hanging out with Gem, Impulse, and Scar that morning, a lot of things were said. "Mmmmaybe?"

After a few minutes of fruitless sifting through snippets of conversation that Joel might have found noteworthy, he threw Etho a bone. "When we were arguing about who built a better cherry tree, still me by the way, she said-"

Ah. "'Just kiss already', or something?" Etho offered.

Joel clapped once, "Exactly."

Etho laughed, pitching his voice up in a mockery of Joel's, "Oh no, I'm not obsessed, I'm just chasing him making smoochy sounds and thinking a lot about Gem telling us to kiss-"

"That first thing was literally your fault!" Joel argued, "And I'm not thinking about it, alright? There's nothing to think about, it's just a thing that is!"

"What is?"

Joel seemed to shrink, curling forward so their backs were no longer touching. "If we kissed, the world would sorta collapse, wouldn't it?"

Etho stopped so abruptly that he almost dropped an oar. What? "Uh. No?"

"Of course you'd say so, it's stupid how bad you wanna kiss me," Joel scoffed. The turn in conversation was so jarring that Etho didn't even argue the point about wanting to kiss Joel. "But the stir it'd cause would be massive. Gem would explode. Bdubs would probably explode, maybe Grian? Scar and Skizz, definitely, we'd never hear the end of it."

Etho locked the oars and turned around in his seat. If Joel noticed, he gave no indication, plowing relentlessly forward as if he'd realized there was no going back now that he'd started. Etho recognized that habit from their time together in Double Life- an anxious Joel with no other outlet would ramble himself breathless.

"Your mask as well," Joel continued, "Nobody's seen you without it-"

Etho tugged his mask down.

"-that's probably grounds for server obliteration in itself-"

He put a hand on Joel's shoulder.

"-if the first time anybody saw your face was for a kiss like that, then-"

He turned Joel to face him.

And before Joel could say another word, Etho kissed him.

Silence. Bliss. Etho's lips were dry from the mask, and he kept the press of them soft until he felt Joel's stiff body melt, meeting Etho's lean halfway. He tilted his head, and he could feel the flutter of long lashes against his face as Joel's eyes shut. The world kept turning, and Etho let it, stealing a moment just for them.

It only ended when Etho pulled away, leaving a dazed Joel to process what had just happened. Etho didn't bother putting his mask back up when he grinned. "Still alive?"

"Wh- y-?" Joel floundered. Etho chuckled, and Joel scowled, even as a dusty blush painted his cheeks pink. Even as he turned to face Etho properly, dropping his head against Etho's shoulder. Even as Etho felt lips against his racing pulse.

"Oh, shut up, Etho."

#SmallEtho #SmallishBeans #EthosLab #Hermitshipping #Hermitcraft #Hermitfic #MCYT #Asks #Anonymous #Etho #Joel #Astral Library #My Writing #Pinto Don't Look #This one really fought me and I'm not sure why

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rewh0re · 5 months

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THE SOULMATE THEORY ; MIKAGE REO

- wc: 1.1k, aged up characters (like 19-20) doesn't dive into explicit/hardcore smut but is definitely suggestive in some parts so I'd say readers 16 and above may read this, indirect mentions of sexual activities, fluff, reader is called a minx (affectionate), a little bit of that one old greek myth about soulmates, it's true that once you use em dash you can't stop.

a/n: literally got the idea at the doctor's office don't even. REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED!! also tagging: @chigirizzz (this is that one reo fic I was telling you about where you asked me to tag you)

The room was dark. The only source of light—though bright but not enough to light up the whole room—was from the digital clock on the bedside table. '12:42,’ it read in bright neon red numbers. It was also quiet, so much so that two pairs of steady breathings could be heard.

One belonged to Reo and the other, to you.

"Are you asleep?" You whisper—soft and delicate—careful as to not wake your lover up if he indeed was asleep but loud enough to let him know of your own sleepless state.

Your eyes have been long adjusted to the darkness and you can make out the silhouette of his face. The length of his nose and his eyelashes, the slight part of his lush lips, his sharp and angular jaw—truly—he was majestic.

"No," his eyes fluttered open and his lips turned upward. His smile, the gentleness of which never failed to make your heart beat ten times faster, which never failed to make your stomach feel all giddy with the butterflies that erupted.

"I was thinking about your face from earlier and the various sounds you made too actually. Sweet as honey to me but I'm afraid Mrs. Tanaka might complain come morning," gentle tone was overruled by mischief. That was Mikage Reo, a gem of a person for a second and a force to be reckoned with the next.

"Please don't oh my god," you covered your face—now tinted with embarrassment—with the comforter you and Reo shared as you whined in protest.

The activities from an hour back rushing into your brain, playing like a movie sequence. As foggy as your mind was earlier, you were surprised that you remembered everything so vividly. You could still feel his rough, calloused and much larger hands tracing every curve of your body as if to memorise its shape. You could feel the lingering kisses on your neck, your shoulder, your chest, the now purple marks left with pride. You would have to cover them before work in the morning. You could hear your own sounds of pleasure and his groans as if to say more, more, more. You could feel it all. You could feel him. Your face flushed a deeper shade of fuchsia as you gulped, trying to get the images out of your head.

"You act like we haven't done this a million times before my love," he laughed slowly, bringing a hand to cover his mouth.

"Come on, look at me. Don't shy away now," he pulled the blanket off of you, removing your hands from your face as he hugged you.

"You're incorrigible, you know that right?" You huffed out in faux annoyance, snuggling against his chest, his arms a veil for your figure.

He laughed then, a laugh full of mischief and adoration and something akin to acknowledgement for your previous statement.

You laid like that, in silence. There was peace that came with the soft lub-dub of your synchronised heartbeats and your gentle breaths.

You were the one to break it first.

"Have you ever heard about that one Greek mythology? about soulmates?" You spoke, your cool fingers tracing gentle and soothing shapes on Reo's bare back which was painted with scratches from your nails.

"Can't say I have. Care to tell me?" He looked for your eyes as he pulled up the slipping comforter before pulling you closer to his chest. His warmth engulfed you whole, a comfortable shield from the much cooler surroundings.

"Well there is this theory," you started, face softening into affection as you laid against Reo's—albeit hard—but comfortable chest.

"It says that when Zeus created humans, he originally created them with two of everything. So two heads, two pairs of both the limbs, you get it. Their souls were one too. Fearing the power that these humans could possess, Zeus split them, including their souls, in half and scattered them around the world. The humans—as we now know them to be—would search far and wide, across oceans and lands to look for their other half. It is said that this other half is your soulmate and you search for them throughout your life," you smiled as you looked up at him, engrossed in your little story.

"Well that's just cruel of Zeus now, isn't it? I mean, what if someone doesn't find their soulmate?" Reo pouted and that made you chuckle a little.

"Maybe. Maybe not. It is just a story at the end of the day and how you decide to perceive a story totally depends on you," you jabbed his chest with your finger.

"I think I've found my other half," he stated with pride.

"Oh? Is that so? I wonder who it could be," you made a face as if you were thinking, tapping your chin with your forefinger.

"Oh I bet you do," in an instant your boyfriend was hugging you tighter than ever, his face buried in the crook between your neck and your shoulder.

His soft kisses were ticklish and they made you giggle. Your fingers further messed up his already tousled hair.

"You want me to say it out loud so bad don't you, you little minx," he whispered in your neck as you hummed in response.

"I think I've found my soulmate in you."

"I also think I've found mine in you Reo," your gentle voice was like ambrosia to his ears. He could drown in it, a bit was never enough.

He trailed kisses down the side of your face, starting from your ear, going down your jaw and finally a little bite on your neck. He licked on it in order to soothe the area. A new addition to the marks he had left earlier.

"Ow Reo!" You playfully smacked his head which forced him to separate from your neck.

"I already have enough marks to cover!" You puffed your cheek, barely hiding the smile that was begging to come up to the surface.

"You'll beg for them again tomorrow," he winked at you.

You could only roll your eyes. What would you even say? Deep in your heart, even you knew that he was right. "What is wrong with you?"

"Just that I'm irrevocably in love with you," he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, shutting his eyes.

"Unfortunately, I happen to love you too."

Teasing glances from your coworkers and friends due to the remnants from the events of the night would be a concern for later. For now, sleep would come easy to you because here you were, with Reo, in his arms. He was your safe haven and you were his and truly, whatever in the world could ever change that?

#—storytelling🌙#bllk #blue lock #bllk reo #mikage reo #blue lock reo #reo x reader #mikage reo fluff #reo fluff #mikage reo x reader #reo x you #mikage reo x you #reo x y/n #mikage reo x y/n #reo imagine #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader

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dreaming-of-lu · 4 days

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cause it's me birfday eue decided to spoil myself with the soulmates au. A special surprise at the end 👀

Time

Normally, one would scream at the sight of a vast, wide open field of grass rather than their room being the first sight to see when waking up,

"Did I fucking die?" instead was the first thing that came out of your mouth. The wind was cool against your skin, lightly ruffling your bed mess hair. Miles around was knee high grass, no trees or civilization around. Just the green grass of mother earth and the blue skies with clouds that looked straight out of Ghibli movie.

"I died, didn't I?"

"I wouldn't necessarily say that-" a short yelp left your lips at the sudden voice appearing next to your ear. You scrambled back in shock, stumbling over yourself to get away from the mysterious, possibly stranger danger. Your eyes landed on the man that somehow happened to quietly sneak up on you, your words caught in your throat at the sight of him.

Long pointy ears, shoulder-length blonde hair, red and blue markings that framed his face, low brows lightly furrowed and...his right eye is shut due to a scar overlining it. Though his remaining eye made your breath hitched due to how blue it was,

"Yeah, I'm dead."

A soft snort left him before clearing his throat, "I promise you aren't, what is your name?"

"I-," you made a face at him, "why should I trust you?"

He lift his hand, pinching his arm that made your own sting, "Ow!"

"Because I am your soulmate."

First

The night seemed endless due to how long it was dragging on. With the ailed fragments of sleep begging for him to close his eyes, yet they held wide open to the stars of the night.

'Can't sleep, handsome?' their voice was like warm water drifting around him in a bath after a long day of hard work. A pleased, tired sigh left his lips, making his muscles eased from the tension his body felt. He weakly smiles to himself,

'Not without you by my side, that is.' The light snort that they gave him had his smile become more genuine, and heart pounding against his chest. The soft flush of heat burned his cheeks and neck as they softly laughed at his comment,

'Ever so the heartbreaker, my love,' they lightly teased.

'Maybe to others,' he huffs, 'though to you, my sweet, I shall carry it carefully as if it's a precious gem throughout the land, even when I meet you. It'll still be beside me.'

It's suddenly quiet, causing him to worry and flustered that he might've said something wrong to them. Only to hear a soft sniffle, 'That's...that's the sweetest, sappiest thing any one had said to me. You're too cute.'

His ears wiggled in delight. Goddesses, he felt like a school girl due to how giddy and mushy he felt, 'I'll shower you in them till you melt in them, my heart.'

They tearfully laughed, 'Okay, sap bucket, try and get some sleep, hmm?'

'Stay with me until I do?'

'Always, my darling.'

Drac

"Why this?" You blinked up from your book at the platinum blonde that took his place next to you on the sofa in the parlor room. He wasn't wearing the normal day to day werewolf shawl, instead, fortaking the shawl and adventuring attire to comfortable clothes to lounge around in. It seemed Aryll was put to sleep easily, since her moans and groans of pain used to distill the air of the house they both reside in.

The chain soft snores in the other room was definitely one to be jealous of due to how easily they knocked out. Though, you can't bring yourself to be angry too much, since the beds were soft enough to ease any ailments they might've felt throughout the day.

You shut the book, placing it aside on the table next to the sofa before turning your attention to him, "why what? did something happen?"

He gives you a flat look, grumbling lightly as he rolled his left sleeve to reveal dark ink marked upon his pale skin. He nods his head to it, "we share the same marks."

You stared wide eyed at the ink that lined his thick forearm; vines rolled around in swirls, flowers with fairies splattered here and there. The same picture that lined your own,

"I-I uhm-"

"While I don't mind the pretty ink, however, getting side eyed for it is not one that I want to deal with," He raised a brow at the shock silence that overcame your form.

"I...I think we're...yanno...soulmates?" you give him a sheepish look, grimacing when his stare hardens.

"...Well, that explains it," he leans backwards in the seat, "...could've chose a different place for it though."

"Asshole," you puffed, "I wanted something pretty to make me feel a little more confident and-"

You squeaked when his hand cupped your chin, he carefully maneuver you in laying position. His other hand came right down next to your head as his body hovered over you, he lowered his face, letting his lips ghost against yours. Gosh, was his eyes always this intense?

He smirked, "is this your way of saying we're married?"

"...you ass."

He snickers.

#.bea's writing #lu x reader #linked universe x reader #link x reader #lu time x reader #lu first x reader #linksona x reader #linksona drac x reader #soulmates au

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tinytinyblogs · 6 months

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Skz Soft Hours: Seungmin

He is deeply in love with you and his only wish is to spend the rest of his life with you.

Stray kids masterlist here

Seungmin's voice danced on your ears as he said, "I love you so much, you know that, right?" His voice was like silk, the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. It made your heart race every time. "I will always love you, Y/N," he continued, his voice filled with emotion. It was clear that he had thought long and hard about what he wanted to say. Seungmin wasn't the type of person to be overly vocal about his feelings, but his actions spoke louder than words. He always went out of his way to make you happy, and he was always there for you when you needed him. He was filled with worries, deep in his heart. He wanted to share them with you, the only person in the world he felt comfortable with and believed in.

"Sometimes I wonder if I make you happy enough," he said, his voice trailing off. "I want to be the one you always need in your life, but I'm not perfect." He paused, fiddling with your fingers as he tried to find the right words. Seungmin is so proud to have you in his life. He feels like he has found a precious gem, and he can't even explain how happy he is every day. "I've never said this before, but I'm so happy to have you in my life, Y/N," he says. The moment he laid his eyes on you, the world stopped. He didn't even care about the rain falling around him, even though he should have been running to avoid it. He doesn't want to be overdramatic, but you make him feel things he never knew he could feel. He never thought it possible for his heart to melt the way it does when he's with you.

"I can't imagine my life without you," he continues. "You're the main reason I keep going and keep being happy." You make him fall harder for you every day, and he doesn't know what else to say. You're just too perfect for him. You showed him the world through your eyes, and it was beautiful. He used to think he was better off alone, wandering aimlessly without direction. But you showed him the way, a path of flowers that he now walks with you by his side. You turned his darkness into sunshine, pulled him out of the depths of despair, and loved him unconditionally.

"Sometimes I feel so insecure," he says. "I think I'm not good enough for someone like you. I want to be the best for you. And I'm so mad at myself for not telling you how much I love you, when you deserve so much more." Seungmin is not good at romance. He can't even express his own feelings, so when you're around, he feels lost. "Even when I don't understand myself, you always do. You love me unconditionally, and you accept me for who I am, flaws and all. I love you so much for that." He's learning about romance little by little, like he's studying for an exam. He's trying to learn everything about you: what you love, hate, and want.

He's even trying to like the things you like, even if they're not his cup of tea, just so he can have conversations with you and keep you interested. He panics when he sees you cry, and he'll try to make jokes, even if they're not funny. But when you laugh, he feels relieved. He told his mom that he met someone perfect for him, and he bragged about you to his whole family. He told them that having you in his life makes him happier than anything else. "I've been thinking a lot about the future lately," Seungmin said, catching himself staring at you again.

He had always loved watching you, but lately, it had been different. He loved the way you were around him, breathing the same air, sharing the same space, doing the things you both loved. It made him wonder what it would be like if you were in his future, growing old with him. "And seeing you smile so beautifully every day, hearing you talk, feeling your warmth... it made me realize." If Seungmin could hold your hand through everything life throws his way, he would never be afraid of the future. You make him stronger than he ever thought possible.

He says, "I want you. I want us to be together until the end of time." He smiles as he says these sweet words, and the thought of you two having the happy ending you both dream of makes his heart soar. He prays for you every day, because you are his whole world. He never wants to lose you, because losing you would be like losing the game of life. Seungmin is building a castle for you and him, a place where you can be safe from anything in the world that doesn't deserve you. He would do anything for you.

"Have you thought about that?" he asks, placing a kiss on your soft lips. His words are sincere, coming from the depths of his heart. He is asking you to be a part of his life officially. "Don't you feel the same way?" Nothing in the world mattered more to Seungmin than you. He couldn't stop thinking about you. You were one of a kind, and he wanted you more and more each day. His eyes filled with tears as he spoke to you in a soft monologue that you never expected to hear. "If you feel the same way," he said, "I promise to make you the happiest person in the world."

Just as Seungmin is the one you've always wished for, you feel just as lucky to have him in your life. His care, love, words, and touch color your world in ways he never imagined. In his arms, you feel safe, warm, and happy. He gives you the kind of happiness that you deserve, and that no one else can give you. "If you feel the same way, let's build our family together," he says. "Let's get married and grow old together." There is no other answer you can give, no other choice you would make. Living with him forever is the best thing that could ever happen to you.

💬I'm just sweating through my eyes, okay?

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dotster001 · 9 months

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Found Chapter Two

Requested by @somany-fandoms-solittle-time

Summary:Lilia x gn!reader. Now that you've been reunited, Lilia is forced to remember how hard it is to care for you. But he's not the only one starting to remember....

A/N: hopefully y'all enjoy this, cause I have a whole series idea for this 😁

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Part One

You were dreaming. You were the maid to a queen, and you were watching what looked like a court case.

"You're nothing more than a tyrant!"

You and your fellow maids all stiffened and murmured amongst yourselves. This stranger from who knows where dared to speak to your queen that way? Didn't she know how dangerous that was? People were beheaded for less in this kingdom!

The queen's face turned beat red as she prepared to issue a sentence, and a loud one at that.

Before you could hear it, you were hit with a dizzy spell, and sharp pain in your stomach.

"Louisa," the maid next to you looked concerned, "do you need to sit down? Did you take your potion today?"

"I'm fine," you groaned, but still felt yourself smile.

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

All the maids nodded. This was the expected verdict.

You looked down at your ring with the fuchsia gem, and smiled through the stomach pain. Everything would be alright.

….

Lilia couldn't keep his eyes off you. He was so happy you were here and alive, but damn, he was so nervous you'd vanish.

It wasn't too long before he caught the whole story. That you were from another planet or dimension and just…showed up. He supposed it made sense why he hadn't seen you in so long. You were somewhere outside of his reach. He could only imagine how lonely it had been. If it was anything like what he'd gone through, it was a horribly painful existence. Going lifetime to lifetime without the man you'd bonded your soul too. His heart broke thinking about it.

"Father? Is everything alright?"

He was snapped out of his thoughts by Silver's concerned whisper. He'd been staring at you again.

"Mm. Yes, I'm alright," he took a bite of his lunch to prove it, which did little to assuage his sweet boy, but he still nodded and looked at his own lunch.

"That's Diasomnia," he heard from Trey Clover, who had been telling you all about the other dorms.

He rattled off a couple more insignificant facts about the thorn fairy, some of them incorrect, much to Lilia's amusement.

Then he saw the red headed freshman playfully bump shoulders with you.

"I gotta take care of something," he said to his lunch table, before poofing over to yours.

"Were you talking about me?" He giggled as you shrieked at his upside down form that had materialized between the two of you.

You took a moment to catch your bearings.

"What the actual fuck," you breathed.

"I heard you talking about Diasomnia, and me, and my young Lord so I thought I'd join the fun."

"You heard all that?" The red headed freshman asked incredulously.

Lilia turned to him, feeling the joy drain from his eyes, that is, until the freshman shivered. Then Lilia had some sick glee return to him

The conversation continued casually, you pretty silent for most of it, Eventually, he figured continuing the conversation with you would do nothing. At least with an audience. He had a whole year, probably longer, considering the headmage was useless. He had time to reconnect with you.

After popping back to his own table, grinning like a lovesick fool, he was met with Silver and Sebek's concerned gazes.

"What? It's fun to prank the freshman, fu fu fu!" He laughed. They both shared a glance before shrugging and continuing dinner in peace.

….

"Did you hear? Housewarden Rosehearts overblotted."

The murmurs were all over the school, and Lilia wanted to kick himself. Of course you'd get into trouble. You always did. Even in a world where the mortality rate was so low, you somehow were so hard to keep alive!

"Sevens, Y/N, why is it so hard to hold onto you?" He whispered to himself, as he watched you wander the school with your two freshmen friends.

He didn't have time to think too hard about it before,

"Lilia!"

"Fa-Lilia! Lord Malleus is-"

"SILVER HAS ALLOWED OUR LORD TO GO MISSING AGAIN!"

He sighed inwardly, before throwing a final glance your way. If you ever did remember your past lives, he would definitely ask if this is what you wanted when you both talked about the family you were going to start. Not that he'd trade it for anything, but it felt unfair that you were getting out of all the hard work.

….

"Their next target is Malleus Draconia."

Malleus had a tendency to never actually be informed about housewarden things, but the one time someone actually came looking for him, Lilia selfishly decided to take the meeting himself.

Only to be told that his boy was likely to be the target of the Savannaclaw Housewarden at tomorrow's event.

"That's a rather large accusation, prefect."

Of course he believed you. But he wanted to hear your voice again. Keep you talking to him. Keep your eyes on him. He simultaneously felt like dirt, but also like the happiest man to ever exist.

"But it's true!" You cried. "He's been taking people down with his signature spell for weeks now."

Lilia leaned back, pretending to think. Not that the thorn fairy's general had to actually think twice about that. He just…needed to stare at you for a moment.

"I have an idea," he muttered. "That is, if you're willing to listen."

You nodded, and he did his best to hold back a grin.

….

"Pearce." His voice whispered in the darkness.

After months of taking the night shift to guard him, you'd learned to pick up his emotions from his voice, and the shimmer of his glowing pink eyes. This was a new one though. If you had to guess, it was a mix between desperation and fear.

"Evening," you said, trying not to let this deter you.

"Pearce."

"What's wrong?" You said, giving into morbid curiosity.

"Run away with me."

You stiffened.

"Li-"

You heard shifting, and his hands were cupping your face, his face slightly more illuminated, but features still obscured.

"How long have you been able to-"

"These ropes could never hold me. Pearce, run away with me. The queen's army is coming to the castle. If I'm there to let them in, great. If I'm not, they'll just double their forces. They're all going to die either way. But at least we could-"

You cupped his cheeks and softly kissed him. He stiffened before returning the kiss. Softly. Tenderly.

You separated and pressed your forehead to his, closing your eyes so that you couldn't see the heartbreak in his.

"I can't."

"Don't say that," you heard him choke on his words, as he clutched your face harder.

"You have a duty to your people, I have one to mine. I swore to protect my king. And if I have to die to fulfill my oath-"

"Stop."

"-then I'll die happy."

"Y/N! Wake up!"

You groaned as Grim slapped your face with his soft paws.

"What? What time is it?"

"We gotta help those Diasomnia guys, remember?"

"Right," you sat up and rubbed your eyes blearily.

On top of the already weird dreams about lions, now you were having some weird fantasy tragedy dream. Although, that story sounded interesting. If you remembered the dream later, you'd have to write it down and write a book or something.

"Why would they want to go over the plan so early in the day?" You groaned again

….

"Malleus Draconia is twice the king you will ever be!"

"Lilia, shut up," he heard you whisper. Of course it would be your voice snapping him back to reality. He'd lived a long time, but he'd only ever witnessed one overblot. If the ink rising in the air was anything to go by, Kingscholar was about to be the second one he witnessed.

Why did he just say that? Was it because of his love for his adopted son? His anger at the injustices done on the students? The need to show off so you could see how cool he was?

"Vanrouge!" Housewarden Rosehearts snapped. "Go get the headmage."

He watched Riddle pull his pen. He should really stay. This was partially his fault. And it was so damn hard to keep you alive…

"Lilia, please, we need backup," you pleaded. Sevens, those eyes. He'd kill for those eyes.

He nodded and poofed away, praying he was back fast enough to ensure you stayed alive.

….

He was always terrified when he saw you sleeping, no matter what life time it was. He'd seen you stop breathing far too many times, so it was always the first thing he looked for; the tell tale slow filling of your lungs.

Of course it hadn't been the overblot that had put you here. It would be something as simple as a disc to the head.

"Enjoying the view?" You croaked as you slowly woke up, causing him to snicker.

"I wanted to apologize, but you were preoccupied."

"Is preoccupied the medical term for a concussion?" You winced.

He laughed, a boisterous laugh that he hadn't released for several generations.

When he'd calmed himself momentarily, you sat up a bit, and gave him a soft smile.

"You don't need to apologize. I get it, you were upset that he was insulting your friend."

Friend? He could burst into a fit of laughter all over again. He supposed, you did believe he was a normal college student, so friend would be the accurate word for him and Malleus. Normally.

"Uh, yeah," he said, fighting back another laugh. "Still, I swear I'm far more intelligent than that normally."

He was really trying so hard to dig himself out of this hole.

"It's college. You're allowed to be a dumbass from time to time."

He bit his lip as he nodded. Was it truly unethical to just tell you everything? To just tell you you were supposed to be with him because you always used to be? To tell you that he was far older than anyone you'd ever met? That you were far older?

It would be unethical. You had to make your own choices, unimpaired by him. He just had to have faith that you'd choose him. He had no reason to believe otherwise! You'd always chosen him before.

Why should it be different this time around?

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joels6string · 1 year

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you’re a genius and your plot and world-building skills are next level. i’m truly such a fan girl you have no idea 👉🏼👈🏼

i’m politely begging you for a joel miller ANYTHING with prompts 2, 35, 41, and 44. all the sweetness and whatever else you think it deserves! i trust you wholeheartedly with all of P’s characters 🤍 thank you so much for sharing your gift with all of us!!

Stop it...thank you so much. I appreciate you very much💜 Oh goodness, don't trust me with all of them lol. Ezra, you're a gem, but we don't vibe 😂 I was also politely begging for anything Joel Miller so I'll literally happily oblige. Actual loml. I also thoroughly appreciate the subtle shout-out to Buckley the dog. I made a shitty gif and everything for it. I'm fairly certain I'm the only one who likes slow-burning shit like this 😂 but hey, I hope someone else enjoys it too.

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Joel Miller x f!reader

"Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"//"Stop laughing at me."//"You need some sleep."//"I'm only here for the dog."

Word Count: 3.5k Content: Buckley the dog in all his goodest boy glory, flirting with Joel Miller is like romancing a very handsome brick wall, fluff, mutual crush, two hopeless morons, matchmaker Maria to the rescue, first kiss

Farming rotation had always been your favorite assignment. It was rigorous, exhausting, and the pre-dawn wakeups were less than desirable, but there was something soothing about it. People mostly kept to themselves here, just asking for a hand when needed, and damn if this job didn’t feel useful. Food you’d worked for months to grow fed this whole damn town, and if that wasn’t something to be proud of, nothing was.

Maria knew you preferred it here in the greenhouses, being friendly with her certainly had its perks, too. Your gate patrols had become minimal, the shotgun almost felt foreign in your hands now when you had to head up atop the walls and survey the wilderness for threats from infected and hunters alike.

It was another early morning, an eerie gray seeping through your thin curtains and rain dripping down the windows ahead of your fieldwork, a heady sigh leaving your lips as you slipped the rubber boots that were two sizes too big onto your feet. But even on days like today, you didn’t mind the work. Sure, the soil would be heavier soaked and your clothes would be clinging to your skin within the hour, but it sure as hell beat fighting for your life outside these walls.

It had been a miracle you’d stumbled across a patrol team a few months back, scared and alone. The vetting was brutal and the townsfolk were wary of the newcomer for weeks after your arrival. But you’d earned their trust through your hard work and willingness to do what was needed. You were a damn fine cook, too, and that went a long way.

By the time noon hit, the rain hadn’t slowed at all. You were shivering despite the exertion, the warmth of the pub calling your name even if it would only be for the hour allotted for your lunch. The cover of the plastic enclosures had done little to keep you dry with how many times you’d gone in and out, the humidity the plants needed keeping you thoroughly damp and chilled. You were finishing your final task, your hands quivering too much for the precision you needed,

“You look cold,” a Texas drawl chuckled from behind you, “Why are you out in the rain anyway? Can’t this wait?”

“You tell me, boss,” you replied with a grin, your gaze shooting back over your shoulder to see Tommy Miller, his faithful companion Buckley at his side.

“It can wait til it’s dry. Come on.”

The Millers–Tommy and Maria–were good friends, but Tommy’s brother Joel, while revered in the town, was someone you hadn’t had much contact with, not anything of merit anyway. That was an avoidance of your own creation, your thoughts dizzying into idiocy when you were in his presence for more than a few minutes. It was shameful. But it was thankfully easy to maintain. He mostly kept to himself in his big house by the cemetery, his job solely a patrolman thanks to his exceptional skills with just about every weapon under the sun and his proficiency at what some of the town referred to as “extermination.” Joel could kill anything and not bat an eye, and everyone knew it, too.

“Dinner at our place tonight,” Tommy offered after walking you past the pub and to your front door, “Maria is cooking, but if you wanted to maybe come a little early and make those sweet potatoes, you won’t find a soul complainin’ and I got a basket full.”

“Well, you did get me out of the rain,” you answered, waving goodbye as your body ached for a warm shower and dry clothes.

By three o’clock you were knocking on Tommy’s door and none other than Joel greeted you as it swung open after a single knock, a mug of coffee being swallowed whole by his hand.

“Joel…” you gasped, his hazel eyes widening at the sight of you.

“Tommy said you were comin’,” he muttered, you couldn’t tell if it was just to himself, your stomach flipping just like it had every other time you’d been this close to him.

Joel was tall and broad, his thick gray hair almost brushing his brow and an equally lush and silvered beard covering his jaw and cheeks. Heat flushed your face beneath his gaze–typical–the reason for your stark evasion of the man coming to full fruition here and now. He’d caught your eye long before you knew who he was, not that you’d ever even considered acting on this ridiculous little crush. You were too old for this anyway, and Joel, well, he’d never once acted like he wanted to be bothered by anyone’s attention much less your own. There’d been many shared functions and yet you’d still never graduated past pleasantries, your quick escape plans always being enacted before you could reach the next stage of conversation.

“Are you gonna let her in or leave her to soak?!” you heard Tommy yelling from somewhere in the house, Joel’s obvious alarm from being shaken from whatever mental space he’d gone to playing out too charmingly on his face for you to deny giggling at.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, eyes on the floor as he stepped aside, the sack of spices and honey you’d brought to prep your dish jostling in your arms, “I’ll–let me,” he offered, the way his fingers brushed against the back of your hand had goosebumps erupting across your skin making you thankful for the cover of your sweater.

“Thanks,” you gasped, hoping it didn’t sound as pathetic to his ears as it did to your own.

Long strides had him well ahead of you on your way to the kitchen and you took full advantage to shake off the effects of Joel Miller’s studious gaze before joining the group, you didn’t need anyone getting any ideas.

“Welcome!” Tommy greeted almost too exuberantly, “Joel here said he’ll help you with whatever you need to get started.”

“What?” Joel interjected quietly to himself between Tommy’s words, his hands falling to his hips showcasing toned forearms straining against the rolled sleeves of his flannel.

“Anything at all.”

Clearly, something else was at play. With Tommy and Maria barely able to contain their fits of giggles, Joel’s brow knit in confusion, and you standing dumbfounded with Buckley sitting dutifully at your side it looked like something straight out of the sitcoms that had died decades ago. And somehow it felt like you were the butt of the joke.

“Why are you staring like that?” Maria pressed, “You said you wanted to get better at cooking, You’re reading those books. Time to put it into practice.”

“It’s fine,” you finally found the courage to speak, “I can do it.”

“What do you need help with?” Joel resigned with a sigh, turning to the sink to scrub his hands clean. That was a good start.

“No, you don’t have to–”

“Peel these,” Maria instructed, pushing the bowl of sweet potatoes she’d gotten out his way, “Let’s see if you’re as good with a knife on root vegetables as you are Clickers. Hmm?”

“Well, ain’t you funny this evening,” Joel grumbled, snatching the knife to his left and beginning work on his task.

You almost felt bad for him, watching him struggle to catch only the skin and not the orange flesh beneath it, his tongue clicking in disappointment at himself with every swipe too deep and dropped peel. It was so endearing, Buckley’s little whines matching the way pity had set a breeze on the butterflies that had taken flight in your belly

“Stop laughing at me,” Joel finally snapped after Maria and Tommy’s little snickers had gone on for too long, the knife slamming onto the counter in frustration.

“Let me help you,” you offered, rushing over and plucking the tool from beneath his palm and showing him your technique, his eyes attentive as he watched and listened.

When dinner was served, you took the seat beside him, your appetite whisked away from hours of nervous fidgeting and stolen glances. What you did manage to force down was delicious, but you were more concerned about the reception of your dish from one guest at the table than you were about judging what was on your own plate.

“So,” Maria began after everyone’s forks had started to slow, “I saw you and Gabe hitting it off at work the other day.” What on Earth was she doing? “He’s nice. Good head on his shoulders, competent, great carpenter.”

“Oh,” you stammered, a nervous laugh flitting free, “No, I…I just work with him.”

“I need to get goin’,” Joel announced suddenly, his chair loudly scraping against the floor as he cleared his plate in the kitchen, Buckley getting a pat on the head before he bid everyone a gracious thank you and goodbye for the evening, your nerves settling immediately as soon as the door clicked closed.

After a night of tossing and turning at the replay of the embarrassment of your interactions from the evening, you were back in the greenhouses in much more suitable weather the following day, Maria and Buckley on site to help with the harvesting from half the crops. Gabe had been assigned your partner, something you assumed was no accident after Maria’s prying last night, her quest to get you saddled in with a “nice guy” in full swing.

“Long day, huh?” Gabe chirped from beside you, chest heaving after another heavy load of produce was dropped into the back of the truck, “You doing all right?”

“Yeah,” you answered, keeping your eyes straight ahead on your task, “busy.”

“Lunch!” Maria bellowed, “Let’s go, everyone! No exceptions!”

There went your hopes of skipping the congregated, shared hour in favor of hiding behind the greenhouses for a moment of reprieve. Gabe walked you to the grouping of tables, the citizens of Jackson having banded together to give the farming group a grateful lunch for their labors, a sentiment you should have appreciated but found yourself loathing at the moment. You were too tired, too agitated, and entirely too distracted.

“Joel…” Maria sang knowingly as if she’d been expecting him despite his presence never once having graced the workspace before, “What a surprise.”

“Tommy around? He ran off soon as we passed the gate,” he grunted fresh off patrol, his t-shirt screaming around his biceps ready to tear and his pack equipped with more weapons than you’d ever seen on one person strapped to his back; you couldn’t look away, “Who’s this?”

“Him? Oh, that’s Gabe.”

Why was his face falling? Were you imagining things? His eyes flicked from you back to the man beside you, a hand reaching up to scratch at the back of his head as he repeated the inspection once again.

“That so?” he drawled, “Never heard of ya.”

Well, that was a lie, and the way Gabe’s face fell that the famed Joel Miller didn’t know he existed, despite the fact that he most certainly did, only seemed to add a little glimmer to Joel’s eye as he watched him scamper off dejected. It was a little cruel, but at the moment you couldn’t care less as you tried to decipher what the hell situation you were standing in the middle of.

“Wait a minute… Are you jealous?” Maria asked tauntingly, your face falling in horror at the blatant accusation made on what you knew was your behalf.

“I beg your pardon?” Joel barked, and you had to hand it to Maria for never being intimidated because if you were on the receiving end of the expression currently staring her in the face you’d have cowered into the nearest corner like a mouse being pursued by a cat.

“It’s a simple question.” “I’m only here for the dog.”

Buckley yapped right on cue as Joel bent over to scratch his ear, Maria’s eyes rolling at one of the most pitiful excuses she’d ever heard in her life, especially from a grown man.

“Jesus Christ, Joel,” she groaned.

"You need some sleep, Maria. You're gettin' delusional," he nagged as he stood, following after her as she stormed off towards the tables.

Maria’s question plagued you throughout the week. You hadn’t seen Joel again, but that didn’t stop your brain from spiraling with the hope that maybe she was right. Replaying the brief interactions you’d had with him led you nowhere, the man was entirely illegible, his face a stoic…handsome…mask and his random appearances too few to interpret but also too coincidental to be a coincidence.

During another dinner alone on the old futon you’d scavenged, a soft knock on your door had you ready to duck under your table and hide until whoever it was left. It had to be Gabe, maybe Maria, but your frayed nerves had already had their fill of human interaction for the week, you wanted two days holed up in your little cabin with your books. Was that too much to ask?

“You home?” a gruff, deep voice called out, a timbre that did not belong to Gabe or Maria.

Joel. That had you racing to the point you were tripping over your feet, catching him just as he’d begun to descend the three steps leading up to your front door.

“Joel!” you called out too loud, his demeanor unaffected by your outburst.

“Hi,” he greeted cautiously, “Maria told me your backdoor was broken, wanted me to come look at it.”

Your backdoor was not broken. Never had been. However, if you told him that he would leave, but he should leave because he didn’t need to be here…

“It ain’t broken, is it?” he resigned, the answer clearly written on your face.

“No,” you sighed, disappointment carving a hole out of your chest and hollowing it fast enough to have your lungs depleting.

“Well, if it’s all right with you I’ll check anyway. Can’t ever be too careful.”

The thorough inspection he gave your old wooden door surprised you knowing he’d discovered the ruse before stepping foot inside your house, and he did indeed find a few screws that needed tightening. You offered him a coffee that he gratefully accepted, the last of the grounds you’d traded for last month enough for two cups you sat around the small round table in your kitchen to enjoy as the crickets began to chirp outside the windows.

“Thank you,” you erupted, your voice too loud, too excited, his little chuckle confirming he could sense your school girl nervousness.

“Welcome,” that smooth, Texas twang settled in your stomach, pressing downward in the most forbidden of ways, “You know if you need a carpenter–”

“Oh no. I don’t.”

“Right. Okay.”

Wait, that was rude. He was about to offer help and you’d cut him off. His eyes hadn’t left the brown, murky depths swimming in the pink mug you’d given him, his shoulders slumped, chin to his chest.

“If I do though, I’ll let Maria know to tell you–”

“You can just…knock on my door. If I ain’t out on patrol, I’m home.”

“Oh. Sure.”

It felt like your entire body was vibrating, sweat was beading on your brow and it wasn’t a result of the hot coffee you were drinking. He seemed just as tense, you could see his knee bouncing beneath the table and you were desperate to know if it was nerves or simply his way of tolerating the less-than-ideal situation he’d found himself in. But that required a courage you didn’t think you’d ever be able to muster.

“I’ll get out of your hair,” he announced after a moment of silence that had dragged on too long, “Let me know if that door needs tweakin’ again.”

Every nerve in your body lit up with the desire to keep him there, your hand involuntarily shooting out and gripping around his wrist as you leapt to your feet less than a second after he rose, fingers barely meeting around the sheer girth of it. Your stomach dropped to the floor when his head whipped around and his stony stare locked on wear your skin met, his lips slightly agape and brow furrowed. You were panting, not caring how it looked or whatever he was assuming, he was probably right. It was time to admit that.

“Are you hungry?” you asked meekly, listing the ingredients you knew you had off in your head to try and come up with a dish you could prepare, forgetting that your half-eaten dinner still sat on the small table beside the sofa.

“I could eat,” he replied barely above a whisper, his eyes shooting over to that very spot. You should have anticipated that level of perception.

“I’ll make you something.”

“If it’s too much trouble–”

“No!”

Now this was getting embarrassing. Your voice was quivering, breath ragged, your brain reminding you it had been more years than you’d like to admit since you’d had a man in any capacity, and it wasn’t like that was beyond a quick release of tension.

“Calm down, darlin’,” he comforted warily, the pet name hitting you square in the chest, “I ain’t gonna hurt ya…”

That was where his mind had gone? This situation was worse than one you could have ever doomed yourself to in your mind. He thought you were afraid of him? Well, in a way you were, but not the way he was assuming. Your tongue was paralyzed as your brain screamed to fix the situation, your fingers unknowingly tightening around his wrist.

“I know that,” you quaked, “I didn’t think…you would.”

“Okay. Good,” he sighed, tapping your white-knuckling hand with his free pointer finger, “That’s startin’ to hurt, ya know.”

“Fuck! I’m so sorry!”

Balling your fists at your chest, you retreated backward until you hit the kitchen counter, completely overwhelmed and embarrassed, wondering how in the hell you dug yourself out of this hole or if you’d be needing to find another settlement to move to. You couldn’t look him, Maria, or Tommy in the eye after this. You could just go on patrol and never come back, not like anyone would come looking for you when they found out what a fool you’d made of yourself.

“Is Maria right?” he asked softly, his tone gentle and relaxed, “I can’t read this shit.”

“What?” you choked, his eyes taking on a warm glow you’d never seen on him before, it made him look younger and somehow even more endearing.

Nonchalantly, almost annoyed, he waved his hand between the two of you, your eyes widening in shock at his question before his arms crossed over his chest, his biceps stealing your attention so brazenly it had a wheezing laugh breaking free from a bright smile.

“That a yes?” he chuckled, eyeing you through his lashes mischievously.

“Um…” you stammered, did he really just think you were going to admit it so openly?

“S’okay if it is.”

The nod you gave him was barely discernible, but he understood, the corner of his mouth stretching up toward his eye as he took a step forward, then another, and then another until his arms were caging you in as they braced on the counter behind you, the smell of pine wood and leather hitting your senses like a tsunami.

“Joel…”

“Hmm?”

“It’s been a really long time…”

“Yeah. Me too.”

His lips were softer than you expected them to be, plush and silky as they pressed to yours nervously, his beard prickling your skin a sensation you hadn’t felt in too damn long. When he pulled away you sought him out again, following his mouth as your fingers fisted into his shirt, your cue being followed as he came back harder, more intentionally, his nose pressing to your cheek when you pulled him in deeper, a muffled whine hitting him and eliciting one of his own.

“I um–” you began when you broke for air.

“Shh,” he soothed, feeling your fingers tightening in his shirt nervously again, “You don’t need to talk. I can stop, or I can keep goin’. Your call.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Yes ma’am.”

When his tongue slid along the seam of your mouth you relaxed, one of your hands releasing his shirt to slide up into his hair, his groan of approval hitting the back of your throat as you opened up to him completely. You barely needed time to learn one another, your mouths finding a fluid rhythm of give and take quickly. His hands felt so good settled easily on your hips, the lack of desperation in his grip a testament to his self-control, something you were clearly lacking as you pulled yourself in closer, tugging on his hair hard enough to sting. If it did he either didn’t mind or purely enjoyed it, not even a flinch settling across his features as he devoured you.

He stopped you when your hands shot to his belt, arousal and desire having taken your wheel within seconds of this all beginning.

“Not tonight,” he breathed, “much as I want to. I do have standards.”

“Which are?” you inquired, enjoying the way his nose was nuzzling against your cheek.

“At least one damn date. I am a gentleman, after all.”

“Well, let’s just go to the pub now and get it out of the way.”

“Yeah… Yeah, I can do that.”

Part 2: Into Focus

I did not proofread this. I apologize and own any terrible typos.

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smittenbyvillains · 1 year

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Ok so I thought what if the reader heard the winxs talking behind their back and saying she not good enough to be at alfea and while she alone crying 😭 the reader bumps into valtor and agrees to work together.then one day while the winxs and reader we're fighting valtor the reader betrays them right in front of them 😳🫢🙀😈 ( kinda giving Backstabber by Kesha vibes don't you think?) anyways in the end valtor and the reader win the battle and kinda start growing feeling for each other and then start dating 😘😍(hope this isn't a big request 😬😓 I just love drama for some reason 🤷‍♀️😊😅)

This is a great idea, I will try to make it longer than some of the others I have done hehe

You were on Solarita with the other Winx girls. You left them as you wanted to find your room. Just as you let you turned back because you forgot your bag. That is when you heard what they were saying.

"I don't why Faragonda wants her a part of the Winx. She doesn't fit in." Musa said.

The other girls hummed in agreement.

"Sounds like she begged Faragonda to be a part of something so she got stuck with us. She can't even earn her enchantix!" Stella said.

You listened to them as you hid behind the corner. You held back your tears. You truly thought you made some friends but you guess that was a lie. You quietly started to run to the guest room. You didn't want to stay here anymore. You were crying and just running when you bumped into something hard.

You looked up at the thing. Valtor raised an eyebrow. You weren't a part of the castle staff as far as he had seen. He softened a bit seeing your tear-stained face.

"I don't think it is safe to run when you're crying, m'lady." He said. You let out a weak laugh.

"I didn't know I was crying," you muttered and wiped your face.

"Now what's wrong? I heard there is a party tonight... Aren't you excited?" He asked. He placed a hand behind your back and walked you out to the gardens. You shook your head.

"I was excited but... now I don't want to go... I'll be ignored anyways." Valtor frowned. How could someone ignore you. You were pretty. He thought you were prettier than the princess the ball was for.

"How could someone ignore you, darling?"

"My friends... well they are not my friends anymore are talking shit behind my back. Apparently, I'm desperate." You laughed. "But that's fine, I've always been alone. I don't really contribute to the group much." You went on. Valtor had an idea and smirked.

"You know... I'm looking for some help. Would you like to join me? Trust me no one will ever ignore a beauty like you." He grinned at you. You looked up at him curiously.

"What is it that you are doing?" You asked bluntly.

"Just gaining the magic back that was stolen from me. If you help I will share the magic making you stronger and you may rule a kingdom of your own." You had to admit that sounded nice and you nodded.

"Deal." You replied.

"My name is Valtor." He said. "I will let you know when the plan is starting." He said and walked away. "Don't tell anyone anything yet understood?" you nodded understanding. It felt nice to be wanted. This was your chance to show them that you were as great as them. You went to your guest room and looked at the bed. There was a beautiful gown that was blue and purple. It had gems on it. You smiled a bit at it. You picked up the note that was on top.

A few weeks after the ball you were chilling in your room reading a book about different artifacts. Valtor had given you a few and you took their magic without anyone knowing but him and the Trix. The Trix welcomed you into their sisterhood. They might have been jealous of how Valtor was with you but that didn't matter to you. They were better friends than the Winx.

Plenty of times you were last to be saved or they forgot you for missions. You didn't mind as you spent that time with Valtor. He was a really great friend. He helped you. You jumped as your door slammed open. You looked up it was the Winx.

"Hurry up, we have a mission," Flora said. You nodded and got up out of bed and walked to the ship and sat down alone in one corner. They were failing miserably against Valtor. Valtor was strong than them. When you arrived at the place you saw a wasteland almost. You were the last to leave the ship.

Valtor fell down in front of Winx and you. Everyone transformed. They didn't notice you transform into an outfit like the Trix's but longer and a coat. It was red to match Valtor. You hated acting like you were on their side. Valtor sent a blow sending you all down to the ground. Valtor walked over to you and held his hand with a smirk.

"Need any help up, darling?" He asked. You nodded and smiled at him as you stood up with his help. The Winx watched in shock. You were a traitor. They got up quickly ready to fight you both. You sent them some red smoke the smoke had dark magic and a sleeping spell that drained them of their magic. Once the smoke returned to you you would gain their magic. Valtor would have the dragon flame from Bloom. You smirked watching them cough.

"why are you doing this Y/N?" Bloom asked.

"You traitor!" Stella exclaimed. You only could laugh.

"I heard you talking shit about me behind my BACK at Stella palace. Although it isn't your home anymore...all well." You grinned. "Now I'm repaying you for it." Valtor wrapped his arms around your waist and created a portal and both of you left.

Back at Valtor's castle and the Trix were glad the Winx got what they deserved. You all enjoyed some dinner before heading to bed. Although you couldn't sleep and walked to Valtor's room and knocked.

"Come in!" Valtor said. He knew it was you and he smiled as you opened his bedroom doors and went over to his bed. You laid against his side. He was reading before you walked in. He closed the book and sat it on the table. "Can't sleep, love?"

"Yeah," you replied. He kissed your head.

"I have a question."

"Shoot away."

"Will you be my queen?"

"Yes... yes, I will Valtor." You said with a smile. He kissed you gently. You ended up falling asleep in his arms with a big smile. You belonged here. You had a home and a family.

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love-strawberry · 2 years

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every single hue

summary : in which she's part of the heartstopper cast and they all love her to death.

pairing : heartstopper cast x reader

warnings : language

author's note : love this so much!! heartstopper>>>> and heartstopper cast>>>> <3

tagged : @0oolookitsme @ellora-brekker @slut4benbarnes @ateliefloresdaprimavera

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inventedfangirling · 7 months

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finished the gem that was 55:15 never too late :')

just finished 55:15 never too late and oh my god what a gem of a show!!! im so so so so glad i watched it.

i decided to give it a go just for nanon and khao but the show gave me so much more than them. idk why it took me till the last two episodes to get just how much emphasis the show was putting on the importance of friendships/ the platonic bonds in one's life, truly i can't think of the last time (probably heartstopper s2) where there was just so much beautiful expressions and forms of platonic bonds- the bonds between the 5 main leads (especially jaya and songphon, but also san and thep), songphon and mathee (from mathee's side it was platonic :3), songphon and his niece, jaruni and her father, jaruni's father and bomb, thep and his son, thep's son and san, thep and san, jaya and her manager -that you are my everything moment was really EVERYTHING to me.

as my usual practice of sharing my umpteen screenshots here's my most fav platonic moments from the last two episodes :')

who let him out of my pocket ughhhh songphon/paul one of my fav characters of all time now

one thing i've found it hard to come by in the shows i've been watching recently (bl dramas, mostly thai) is how there is next to no male interaction with women, and if there is, the bonds are very superficial or they stick to certain "acceptable" rules. so you could imagine my shock when i saw this scene of jaya sleeping soundly next to paul on the same bed. it is objectively a very normal/inane thing. but we just NEVER get representation of men and women simply being and existing as friends and doing friend things like sometimes sleeping in the same bed with the friend's pic on a frame that you're hugging (WHAT! ITS NORMAL), and so it really shook me. i love their bond so much :')

CUTIEEES.

also this moment...

as a person who genuinely believes that friendship >>>>>>>>>> every other relationship, seeing these words uttered between two lifelong friends made me tear up and HOW!! one of the most special things ive seen on media.

also not lost on me how my two most favourite platonic moments featured jaya who is the only character who isnt given a romantic storyline/sideplot/spouse. also point to note that jaya and paul are the only two characters who didn't get a traditional "romantic ending/closure" and they ended up getting such beautiful expressions of platonic love. LOVE that for them :')

that being said i cried at the part where phiphu read paul's letter and they put that montage of them laughing over it like HOW DARE THEY

i'm sorry but the mirroring in expressions drove me insane on first sight itself

eventho i found their love difficult to fully enjoy cos of the nature of it, this scene was just too beautiful not to love and im so glad paul got to express it

also khao looked so ADORABLE here i almost burst into tears not kidding!!!!

not to end the post without a nanon face appreciation pic- he was excellent throughout the show as expected and particularly in a fantastic scene in the finale episode that very few people could have pulled off like he did, what a frickin treasure he is.

bless his puppy eyes nose dimples cheek smile <3

to conclude what i wanna say, i wanna reiterate once again how i really REAAAAALLY enjoyed the show through and through

and while this mostly typo free post wont probably be making it obvious but im writing through tears, it was such a wonderful thing to experience. idk if and how much i would rewatch it but i think it's right up there with some of the best shows ive watched ever.

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.

#55 :15 never too late #khaotung thanawat #nanon korapat #thai drama

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Shivers - Indiana Jones X Female Reader

Title: Shivers

Indiana Jones X Female Reader

Additional Characters: N/A

Requested by Anon (thank you again for requesting! I'm sorry if it's a bit short! Feel free to request any other ideas you may have!)

WC: 1,082

Warnings: Suggestiveness slightly and Fluffffy

You let out a shaky breath as you wrapped your arms around yourself, the ends of your sweater's sleeves pulled down to cover your freezing fingers. You shuffled out of your bedroom and headed down the hall, your fuzzy socks slippery against the hardwood floors. It was a little past midnight, the world was still with sleep yet you were awake. The cold had woken you up, like it usually did when Indiana was in his office, where he should’ve been in bed cuddling you. You could hear him typing away at his typewriter from where you stood in the living room. You didn't want to bother him, but you were lonely, and freezing.

Gaining the courage, you walked up to his door, with a soft knock you lowered your hand, waiting for Indiana to open his door. You heard his typing stop, the sound of the chair against the floor, before you heard his footsteps. He opened the door, a small, tired smile growing on his face when he looked at you. “Hi honey, what’s up?” He asked. His eyes were droopy, the light from the hallway behind you casting shadows over his pale skin.

It seemed that you could get away with anything when Indiana was tired, so it wasn't hard to ask him if he would come to bed. If you were lucky, he was tired enough to become sappy, which you always loved. "Come to bed, please? I'm cold." tugged on your sweater. "I can't sleep."

"All right, doll, let's sleep." Indiana agreed, covering his mouth with his fist as he let out a yawn. "My report can wait until the morning."

"It technically is the morning, Indy." You teased, making Indiana hum before you wrapped his arm around your shoulders, leading you back into your shared bedroom. Indiana shut the door behind him as he turned off the light, slowly he led you to the bed. He pulled back the covers and climbed into bed, holding them up for you to climb in. You climbed onto the mattress, snuggling under the blankets. "Thank you, Jonesy." You thanked, your arms immediately wrapping around Indiana's waist, your face nuzzling into his warm chest. Your eyes closed after a few moments of comfortable silence, Indiana gently running a hand through your hair.

"Anytime, sweetheart."

You tried to fall into the sweet, sweet land of dreams but your mind was running, the gears rotating and turning as you scrunched up your eyes. How come right when you wanted to sleep, you couldn't? You shuffled in your spot, feeling warmer the closer you got to Indiana. Looping your legs with his as you tucked your arms to your chest, Indiana's soothing hand left your hair, dropping down on your waist; pulling you impossibly closer.

"Indy..." You breathed out, trying to calm your beating heart as you pressed your head into his chest. "Could we talk?" You begged quietly, your eyes still closed as you felt his lips press kisses on your forehead. "I can't sleep..."

"Yeah," His voice came out gentle, quiet. "What do you want to talk about?"

You hummed slowly, doing your best at shrugging from your position. "Anything... Everything. Could you tell me about that one adventure you went on? The one in Peru?" You asked, making Indiana laugh lightly, his chest vibrating under your cheek.

"Sure, doll." His answer made you feel better. Indiana's stories were always so interesting, always filled with adventure and excitement, "It started around three years ago. I met the most beautiful girl.”

His words made you blush a deep red, your eyes opening and looking up to meet his brown eyes. "How beautiful?" You giggled softly. You watched as Indiana's lips twitched, forming a soft smile.

"More beautiful than the sparkling gems of Nauglamír." He answered as he looked down at you.

You smiled, hiding your face back in his chest, "Wow, that's pretty beautiful."

Indiana hummed, continuing his story. "Anyway, I met the most beautiful, wonderful, intelligent woman in the world. She had offered me a job to excavate a rare artifact in Peru. And I couldn't say no. Especially to her."

"Especially now." You murmured, making Indiana tickle your side briefly, making you jolt and gasp with a laugh of your own.

“Hush.” He chastised gently as he chuckled. "Yes, she was very beautiful, but she also was very bossy." He added, his fingers rubbing circles against your hip bone in a soothing manner. "Sassy, quick-witted. Stubborn like me, as she likes to say. But perfect, nonetheless." You felt yourself beginning to drift off as Indiana continued, "She was so bossy, in fact, she begged me to tell her stories, similar to this one. And one night, while sitting by the open fire, under the stars, we shared our first kiss out of many- I remember she was cold then too. But, that was easily fixed-"

Indy..." You scolded lightly, making Indiana let out a deep laugh, pulling you closer into a tight, yet gentle, hug.

"I'm sorry, where was I?" He asked, as if he didn't know where exactly he was.

"Kissing the girl of your dreams?" you offered, and Indiana nodded his head, before nuzzling his nose into your hair, smelling your sweet shampoo.

"Ah, yes," He whispered, "I remember it like it was only yesterday. He lips against mine, soft and velvety, and then there was the smell of flowers, and the taste of peppermint. And the sound of her laughter, sweet and tinkling." Indiana paused for dramatic effect, causing you to giggle and lean up to plant a quick peck on his lips.

Indiana shut his eyes briefly, a doppy smile on his face, "Mmm, better than what I remembered." He admitted. You giggled again as you settled back against him.

"And so the two of us traveled together, exploring Peru, collecting artifacts and talking endlessly about everything we found."

"That sounds nice," You said quietly. Indiana tightened his hold around you.

"And as the years went on, I had the courage to ask for her hand in marriage, and she obviously said yes. And we lived happily ever after."

You shut your eyes, a peaceful smile on your face, "Sounds perfect." You mumbled, feeling the weight of sleep washing over you as Indiana rubbed your back in slow, smooth motions. "I love you, Jonesy."

Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Indiana spoke softly, "I love you too."

As the last bit of tension left your body, and your eyes closed once more, you drifted into dreamland.

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💬 iMBC: Article on B1A4 CNU, "Establishes Discipline in 'Idol Champ' with the Title of 'Composer Idol'"

The idol market is fierce. For the myriad of idols being churned out like factory products, dance and singing have become essential qualities that are demanded of them. To be loved consistently and have a long career, one must possess the essence of a musician. This is the case with B1A4's CNU.

CNU of B1A4 (CNU, Sandeul, Gongchan) secured the top honor in the 'Best Composer Idol' poll conducted from January 17 to 31 on the participatory mobile idol fandom app 'IDOL CHAMP,' with an overwhelming 43.85% of the votes, rising above a dazzling array of candidates.

Since debuting in 2011 as part of B1A4, CNU has walked a solid path as an idol known for singing well while constantly reflecting on the foundation of a musician. He has shone as a lyricist, jotting down lyrics as they come to him, and has earned the title of composer through the melodies he created from his sparkling inspiration.

As this process became refined, he naturally developed the ability to clearly distinguish between what he does well, what suits others, and what the public likes, thereby gaining the capacity of an artist over time. This is also the secret behind B1A4 not just being a fleeting idol group but establishing discipline at the forefront for a long-lasting career.

In connection with this, CNU conducted an interview with iMBC Entertainment, continuously expressing his gratitude to the fans, known as 'BANAs.' CNU said, "First, I want to express my gratitude to BANAs. It's because of them that B1A4 exists, and my songs exist," and promised, "I've been working hard on making songs and writing music. It's gratifying that many people recognize that. I'll continue to take responsibility as a 'composer idol' and make better songs."

Just as the saying goes, "like singer, like fan," BANAs were sincere in their participation in this 'Best Composer Idol' poll. Compared to other topics, the engagement level of fans was tremendous. CNU said, "I think BANAs wanted to share the charm of my music with others," and laughed, "And perhaps it's a message that they've been doing well so far and hope to keep it up."

The process of writing lyrics and composing is challenging. Frankly speaking, it might be more convenient to rely on the expertise of professionals to practice dance and singing and produce a showy stage performance. However, CNU firmly believes that the producing process itself is B1A4's identity. He said, "Writing songs and producing albums, I think that's B1A4's identity. We've consistently tried to include our thoughts and messages we want to convey in our songs since debut. This has been very important to me."

Furthermore, CNU named 'Drunk on Music' from their second full album as his 'favorite song,' and mentioned 'Like a Movie' from their fourth album as the fans' favorite. When asked to recommend a hidden gem, CNU chose Sandeul's 'Oblique Line' and shared, "It was a song I gave to Sandeul, reflecting the confusion I felt at the time. I'm satisfied with how well Sandeul brought it to life."

Having successfully completed their activities as a full group with their 8th mini-album 'CONNECT' after approximately 2 years and 2 months, CNU said, "It felt like the early days of our debut. There was no nervousness, but it was hectic adapting to something new," and laughed, "I even hoped the camera's red light would turn off quickly during the ending pose because it felt somewhat embarrassing."

Lastly, CNU thanked the BANAs, saying, "Thanks to our BANAs, I've been able to receive the title of 'Best Composer Idol.' It's made me realize once again that my efforts have not been in vain," and promised, "I'm thankful for the strength to move forward. I'll take this award as a responsibility and continue to work diligently to produce even better music."

Meanwhile, CNU will make his first appearance on the theater stage in the play 'Brilliant and Brilliant,' which opened on January 19. 'Brilliant and Brilliant' is a work depicting the commotion triggered by an unexpected phone call, where CNU plays 'Shota,' a character with musical talent, promising to increase audience immersion with a perfect character synchronization rate.

Sandeul is set to appear in the musical 'Next to Normal,' opening in March. The musical tells the story of the Goodman family, who seem ordinary on the outside but live with inner wounds. Sandeul will play the role of the son, 'Gabe,' captivating the audience with his solid singing skills and acting.

Roughly translated.

iMBC Article 'Composer Idol', 2024

#b1a4 #cnu #article #b1a4 connect

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Witch (Ezekiel) x human female reader

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In this story witches can be any gender.

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"A looker, isn't she?" Someone says.

Voices and so much noise. As your eyes flutter open, the noise dies down until the only thing you hear is the popping of wood in a fireplace. Despite your lethargy you quickly take stock of yourself and your surroundings. You're tied to a chair with your arms fastened around the back of the chair.

You're seated in a room with stone walls and cluttered shelves with a ceiling so high that it is cloaked in shadows. An elegant archway leads to a long hall with painting of saints, candles flickering under each one. You've never been in this room but you're sure you know where you are.

"You're awake," a sinfully husky voice purrs. "I was afraid I hit you so hard you'd never wake up."

"You live in a cathedral? Ironic," you reply. "Untie me."

An incredulous laugh comes from somewhere behind you. "Untie you? What, so you can stab me with that stake of yours?"

Your eyes skim the room until you find your weapon lying in the corner with the rest of the contents of your bag which has been upturned and most likely searched. Not like there is much to find.

"I'm not a vampire, surely you know that," the voice says.

"You think I haven't realized? Otherwise, you can't be within a foot of this building, much less in it," you snap. "I know just what you are, Ezekiel Winterfrost."

"Oh, the hunter even knows my name!" He cackles.

His boots clink slightly with whatever metal charms he's fixed to them as he stalks over to you. His body is lithe and though he doesn't have much muscle, you have no doubt that he's as fast as an arrow and just as deadly. He bends at the waist until his eyes are level with yours.

"You came to Juniper Hill to kill me but at least you were polite enough to learn my name first. Gee, I should thank you, should I not?"

It's difficult to look away from his enchanting purple eyes. No matter how many witches you kill, seeing their eyes never get old. Even in your dreams, you see that shimmering shade of purple. It's always harder when they are beautiful.

Somehow, it adds another layer to that unearthly charm and it has caused you to hesitate enough to almost get you killed on several occasions. It took time to master it, to ignore the glamour, to think and not look.

His skin is a luxurious shade of brown and he's perfectly symmetrical in every way. His curly black hair is pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck and both ears are pierced with small gold hoops. He has a golden gem in the side of his nose as well. It's clear he's not from around here.

You force yourself to dismiss him, looking down.

"Don't take it personal," you say calmly. "I'm only doing my job."

"By killing innocent people?" He scoffs and the sugary scent of magic washes over you.

People who use magic often enough become something more than human. Magic does strange things to people, turning some into rambling lunatics and giving others the power to hold the attention of masses. It also drives some to crave even more than they have already attained, to shed blood for the sole purpose of becoming even more powerful.

All witches have purple eyes and almost all of them come to smell of something. Some of them smell horrible, like dead things and mud. Some smell like dusty books and candle wax. Sometimes they smell of promises, like a kiss on a summer night or a bed shared by lovers.

A rare few smell sweet, like a fragrant cup of coffee or freshly baked all-spice cookies. And he smells like something sweet that you can sink your teeth into.

Wouldn't you like a taste?

"Stop reading my thoughts," you glare. "That party trick bores me."

"People like you are so easy to figure out," he says, pulling away. "Why do you kill? Because a big bad wolf made you, do it?"

"I've seen the havoc even a single witch can wreak. I know how evil and twisted witches become. The less there are of your kind, the better." You lift your chin, daring him to retort.

"Who hurt you?"

The question is so out of the blue that it takes you a long moment to respond. You're more startled at the accuracy of the question than the question itself.

Are you that easy to read?

"It is none of your business," you snap.

"You shouldn't let yourself be so easily manipulated. Yes, perhaps a witch did something terrible to you. But normal people can be just as bad. Normal people are often worse. Does killing make you feel like a better person?"

"I don't get to choose what I do with my life," you wince as your arms begin to ache even more fiercely. "Besides, my opinion on witches still stands. The kingdom is better off without your kind running rampant."

"You're so naive."

Unexpectedly, he raises a hand and cups your cheek. "It always hurts me to see this.

To see what kind of person I was once upon a time."

"D-Don't touch me," you narrow your eyes. "I'll rip your fingers off one by one for that."

"Well then, I have bad news for you. You might want to think twice about ripping anything off. You'll need my help soon enough," he says.

"You're not going to convince me you're that one innocent witch who never hurt a human and so should be spared because of it. You cannot promise that you will never bend someone to your will-"

"Ha!" He exclaims. "Then you don't see the truth of the matter. What if I told you that the reason the Blood Council is killing witches is not to free the land of witchcraft but rather take the power of magic for themselves?"

"Bullshit," you hiss.

Ezekiel gazes at you for an instant and then crosses his arms. "Let me make an offer. If I let you go, promise to never bother me again. You will leave me unharmed and in return I will not turn you into a toadsie.

"Toadsie?" You frown.

"My little brother used to call them that," Ezekiel replies, a smile flitting across his face before his expression clouds. "Anyway, what say you?"

"Go to hell," you growl, wiggling in the seat.

Your bonds are secure, you won't be going anywhere anytime soon. Ezekiel steps forward and casually slips his hand into the collar of your shirt. Goosebumps rise on your skin as you feel the tips of his fingers brush over the tops of your breasts.

"Get your filthy hands out of my-" Your words die away as he holds up your necklace.

"What's this?" He asks with a smirk. "One would think it's just a normal piece of jewelry but it isn't, is it?"

"It's an Oath Chain, not that it matters to you," you grit your teeth.

"Your little slave-chain. So, you aren't doing this out of free will after all."

"What?" You squint up at him. "What do you mean by "slave-chain"?"

"You were warned to never leave a witch alive, correct? Well, this thing makes sure you don't. You have no reason to leave your enemy alive. The moment you do, the pendant will release a poison into your heart, slowly killing you. The Blood Council doesn't take chances. They'd rather kill an agent than give them up."

"How do you know this?" You demand.

Ezekiel's coffee-colored lips turn up into a mocking smile. "I wasn't born yesterday, Agent Freda."

He knows my name. He knows my fucking name!

"Who gave you my name?" You narrow your eyes.

His smile widens. "Freda, not every agent of the Blood Council is fond of sucking on their tits and obeying them word for word. So, what is it going to be? Kill me and bury the truth or keep me alive and learn what is really going on in the shadows? I'll let you make your own decision.

He waves a hand and the ropes digging into your skin loosen and drop to the floor. Then he takes a few steps back and waits, hands tucked behind his back.

You rub the sore spots on your arm and glance to where your belongings are lying on the floor. If you're fast enough, you might be able to beat him to them. Outside, thunder rumbles in the sky and a light drizzle starts to come down. You know the rain is ice cold. You'd hate to travel in that

The scent of Ezekiel's magic wafts over to you and you spin around, ready to defend yourself from whatever nefarious spell he's preparing to cast on you. But his back is turned and he's standing at a stove, mixing a bubbling pot of stew. It smells delicious. He doesn't budge or turn.

Is that because of overconfidence or blind trust in you?

You don't know. You glance at your bag once more. Your stomach is grumbling now and you know you don't have any more food. You hadn't been given enough money to cover the whole trip and you've had to choose between eating and a place to sleep far too many times.

"You're welcome to eat and sleep here," Ezekiel cuts into your thoughts.

The fight slides out of you and you're suddenly aware of how hungry and drained you are.

"Fine," you say stiffly. "I'll stay and listen to what you have to say. "Make sure I won't regret it."

"Good, because if you'd walked out that door and left me alive, your necklace would've started to poison you."

You roll your eyes. "Don't be mistaken. If I had chosen walked out that door, you would have been dead."

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captainhysunstuff · 8 months

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I think that was the first time I've seen you draw any of the Wammy boys, and it makes me want to know your headcanons for them, either inside our universe or just in general.

Henh, I draw them from time to time. Probably not in the last few months, but... every once in a while~. ^__^U Oh boy, for as long as I've been in this fandom, I don't think I've ever really put my thoughts/headcanons about them into solid words before. I'll try to make this not a disorganized mess:

Mello

I feel like his rivalry with Near gives him a sense of purpose. A goal to strive for. Whenever he has a set goal, he goes for it 120%. That try hard attitude is exactly what holds him back though. Being so laser focused may stress him out and cause him to overlook things and make more mistakes or ignore simpler solutions. He forgets to take breaks, and his fatigue creates more problems, particularly with schoolwork.

We only get one glimpse of him "off the clock" where he's playing soccer/football with his classmates (and laughs after clocking someone in the head with the ball, lol). That one instance tells me that he might have a slightly mean sense of humor (he's also seen pulling some kid's hair and Roger makes him let go of them), but of course the kid was okay and he knew it. If he had actually seriously hurt someone while joking around, I'm not sure if he'd just laugh it off. Probably try to say it wasn't a big deal, but still keep an ear out to make sure so-and-so was really okay. Very tsundere. I may be giving canon!Mello too much credit, lol. Although, he does express that he didn't want to kill Soichiro in the end. The kidnappings were horrible scare tactics, but he made sure that they would be returned alive if the demands were met (fuck his mafia crew though, *snort*).

He'd be more openly caring with people he, well, cares about. Matt as an obvious canon example. I think it's very telling that Matt isn't present during the Mafia arc. Mello leaves the orphanage alone, and he doesn't seek Matt out until after his base blows up. So, he strikes me as someone who wants to deal with his own problems by himself and not drag anyone he cares about into his personal drama. The mafia and kidnappees are just tools to him, but anyone close is out of the question unless the situation is dire. Matt was probably the only person he could reliably contact at that point (he does contact and crash at Lidner's place for a while, but surely he had to have recovered somewhere after the blast before he could get back into the action). How he expresses regret over Matt dying while being part of his plan emphasizes this sentiment.

A character I really associate him with is Amethyst from Steven Universe, especially if I want to think of how he'd be without the pressure of that rivalry, and even with it. Amethyst has the kind of humor that can come off as callous that I'd think Mello would have. What really shines for me is their shared inferiority complex and how they deal with them. I see a lot of Mello's view on his rivalry with Near during Amethyst's arc concerning her conflicts with Jasper. Neglecting personal time to have fun because the complex is weighing her down and making her try harder and become a more toxic person to be around ("Who has time for any of that when Jasper is out there?!"). Her anguish at doing so much to get better and it never being enough to get what she wants ("I can't win... No matter what I do, no matter how hard I work..."). The whole episode "Reformed" where Amethyst keeps trying to make a form that Garnet (whom I associate with L) would approve of by comparing herself to and emulating other gems. Telling people to "stay out of it" when they try to interfere or stop her from doing something drastic. The difference being that she gets positive results when she finally opens up and allows people to help her achieve her goals and not hyperfixate anymore. By the time Mello finally reaches out for help and realizes that he needs to put aside his animosity towards Near to ultimately stop Kira, it's essentially too late for a happy ending.

The only aspect where this character comparison falls apart a bit is with how lazy Amethyst can be (not bubbling the Desert Glass pillow despite living right next to a sandy beach, not being trusted to catch a monster hiding in her room). However, my counterargument is that we don't really see Mello in his downtime outside of that soccer game just chilling. Also, I'd like to reference L's "monster speech" about studying even though they don't really care about grades. It shows Near there, but I think it applies to all three of them, and Mello's only trying so hard specifically to beat Near first and foremost, not because he wants to study and get smarter for a future career ("All that practice stuff is no fun.").

Matt

Hmm... He's a malleable character to me, and that's pretty cool. He seems like a "go with the flow" kinda guy. Tell him to do something, and he'll be like, "Yeah, sure. Let me save my game first." I sort of accept whatever the fandom wants him to be in the moment, no matter what it is. The fact that he's the third smartest at Wammy's tells me that he's an effortlessly smart guy. Maybe he's good at memorization and can visually remember the answers to test questions without having to study that hard (like how I was at school, lol). Maybe not come up with the answer on the spot, but if you put something in front of him, he could go, "Oh, right," and correctly answer it. He has a little characterization in the manga, but I only just recently finished reading it, his scenes included. He really only seems to be part of the Kira case to help Mello and that's it. He doesn't seem too interested in the case itself, but Mello asked for his help, and he said, "Sure, dude. I'll try." Thus, it's why we see him gripe about how much work Mello's making him do, getting sidetracked by how cute Misa is, and speculating whether or not Mogi's her boyfriend, lol. Just a chill dude overall.

His chillness makes me think that ordinarily he'd keep to himself. Probably not to the extent that Near does, but if left alone, he is more than happy staying alone. He minds his own business, thus why he doesn't dissuade Mello from his rivalry or stop him from leaving Wammy's House (not that anyone could stop Mello from doing anything). But if someone extends an invitation, he'll accept it and try his best.

Also, "Mail" is pronounced "Mile." According to the Wiki, the katakana is written as "ma-i-ru." If it was "mail," it would be "me-i-ru" or "me--ru" I believe (henh, the his name would be close to Mel). Correct me if I'm wrong, but it's "mile" for me, and it ain't changin'.

Near

The first phrase I think of whenever I think of Near is "little shit~." XD I say that in an entirely affectionate way of course. Although, that "little shit" attitude only comes out when he's actively engaged with someone else. Not necessarily hostile, but definitely a little condescending, and it's very easy for him to rub people the wrong way. Perhaps he knows he has this effect on people, either intentionally or not, and this is why he keeps to himself and declines invitations to hang out? He probably doesn't even like being around people (he judges people very harshly in the manga). Maybe even mildly misanthropic. He might resent that he's co-dependent and has to rely on people on the daily when he gets older and leaves Wammy's House.

The reason he has the best grades at Wammy's is because he can fully focus on the tests and assignments he takes and doesn't make many technical mistakes. Makes me wonder if he's a slow test taker or exactly a mid-speed test taker? Or maybe he's effortlessly fast? Then, Mello wants to be fast, too, and that causes Mello to make more mistakes due to rushing when he could probably get better grades if he took his time?

It's very hard for me to talk about Near without bringing Mello into the picture. Their rivalry is such a focal point with their characters in the story. The rivalry is almost completely one sided in my opinion, but Near probably encourages it because he thinks Mello needs that goal. So, every once in a while, he'll make remark or do something that will purposely annoy Mello, reigniting that fire under his ass to make Near eat his dust. In the harsh judgment vein, he believes Mello's identity has been shaped around the competition and that he'd be lost without it. Kind of like how Near canonically becomes a bit despondent after the Kira case ends: taking the L mantle, but just going through the motions. Detective work doesn't seem like his passion; he was just groomed for it and is good at it. He'd be more than content to just lie around, making card castles and play single-player games all day. Maybe an occasional visit from respected company, but they'd better leave in a timely manner or be relatively unobtrusive, lol.

EDIT: Also worth mentioning, I have a ridiculous headcanon where Near has psychic powers in the anime. Thank the anime’s short hand in how he singles out Mikami as X-Kira by making his eyes glow and the room spin. I stand by that he blew up a guy’s head with his mind in the Re:Light special. Hey, if Beyond Birthday being born with shinigami eyes is canon, why not humans with psychic powers? Wammy’s is good at finding these eccentricities~.

Mello and Near's Tactics

I really do love how the narrative intention seemed to be that after Light defeated L, L was essentially split into two people with those two extremes amplified to 11. It creates a pincer attack around Light: Mello aggressively hitting the Task Force from the outside, putting traumatic emotional stress on them, and Near poking and prodding away from the inside trying to gradually create a mutiny against Light while acting like he's working alongside them. Mello brings the fear and pressure (and suspense in that he's just floating around doing who knows what after the raid), and Near seeds the doubt and inner unrest. When mashed together, they wouldn't make L exactly, but a being/team more effective and terrifying than L (surpass him together, indeed). Lord help their Watari, lol.

I suppose those are my thoughts on the main three in a decently sized nutshell. Feel free to say I'm wrong or unfounded. I'm no expert with these characters, so hopefully my headcanons and interpretations don't piss anyone off too much. ^__^

#asks and answers #Death Note #Wammy's House #Mello #Mihael Keehl #Matt #Mail Jeevas #Near #Nate River #my headcanons #dreamfilleddonuts #rivalries mutinies and chillness #ARE these headcanons or am I just stating the obvious sometimes? lol I don't know #long post

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leweebdepoche · 2 years

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Thanks for answering my ask....

Also, thank you so much for your reviews....Love reading them....Your blog inspire me to watch new anime shows or read new manga series....🤩

If you don't mind me ask (again), can I ask your top 10 favorite anime (can be series or movies) and your top 10 favorite manga? Feel free to pick either one or both of them, also up to you if you want to write your reasons or not of why you love them (I just love reading your reviews)....

Hope you have a wonderful day....

AwW, thank you so much 🧡 knowing that you enjoy my reviews makes me more than happy 🥰 and of course, I am glad to share with you about this!

For my top ten animes and mangas, I can easily do animes but mangas it's a little harder as I need to find the titles in English first xD Also, I can't really make an actual ranking of them, so I will just give you my 10 absolute favorite animes in random order.

Cowboy Bebop: this anime is a masterpiece, there is nothing else I can say about it. As a huge fan of sci-fi, there is no way I wouldn't like such a gem of an anime! The characters are so good, they all have a lot of depth and their personalities are also diverse and interesting. Apart from the genre and the characters, what I like the most about this anime is its ability to make you laugh as well as to make you think. You'll find powerful lines and also absurd situations that will make you laugh a lot. Also, I like the end even though I know it is a controversial matter (and I can't spoil it 😂), but I find this end to be the perfect ending for this series...

Kara no kyoukai: okay so this anime is a one-of-a-kind that shouldn't be missed out in my opinion, but I understand that it isn't mainstream at all. It has all the things I like: a katana fighter, creepiness that is close to horror, dark psychological subjects, and a captivating plot, a good dose of supernatural, and the main character who is totally contrasting with the universe and yet perfectly fitting in. Shiki is one of my favorite anime characters because of her uniqueness, just like the anime itself. Superbly well written, with incredible animation, Kara no kyoukai has this dark lingering aura that attracts me so much with a high-quality story and high-quality characters. The color grading is also so beautiful! This anime is in my opinion, the definition of perfection.

Gintama: Gintama is that anime that can't fit in a single category. It is good in so many aspects that it can't be really summarised in a few lines. Starting with a parody that is just freaking good and unique as I've never seen it in any other anime, it goes as well with the incredibly well-constructed characters and ends with the story itself. If you were to ask me what it is that I like the most in Gintama, I wouldn't be able to answer as I like all those different aspects. Comedy, action, parody, drama... The mix is so good that it is mind-blowing. Still waiting for the end though...

Psychopass : here it's my love for dystopias, politics and sci-fi that speaks up. The fact that this anime is doing something that no other had done before gives it a very interesting side. Dealing with subjects as justice, democracy, technologies and their place in our daily life, it dives into them to the core, taking you alongside the path and I really really like animes that makes you think hard about society and its problems. Mixing thriller with sci-fi and slight peeks of horror, it gives me the chills I am looking for. More complex than your casual mainstream anime, I like how it leads the way through tough matters with an entertaining story. Chills and thrills, I'm all for it !

Promare: Promare is a different kind of liking for as it's completely subjective. I am a huge huge fan of mecha, and Promare is THE anime that gave me this new mecha I needed. Animation made it all, it's just splendid! The story is the kind of simple and classic plot I also like a lot when it's well made and accompanied by such a high-quality animation. I can't not like promare, it is just this kind of anime I will fall for without even thinking about it. The characters are exactly what I'm looking for, crazy action scenes and a crazy mad man with a stupid huge plan... I understand why you can dislike it, but this is just how much I like this anime. I'm sorry xD

Penguin Highway: so first of all, I love penguins. I don't know why, I just love them so much (pengu fans, here I am!) So of course if you tell me there's an anime full of penguins that is going to be released, how can I not like it : D this aspect apart, I love the craziness of this anime. It's so crazy yet so smooth, I like its unique universe, its cute and nice characters, the development of the story... This anime gives me this little craziness and cuteness I need in my life without disappointing me in the plot or universe. I'm a fan!

The boy and the beast: you know that you need sad stories in your life... This anime is the one. Man, it is sad, and yet so beautiful. Its philosophy, its story, and its characters, everything makes my heart ache when watching it. So close to reality yet so far from it, it is in my opinion a gem that only Mamoru Hosoda can deliver. Beautiful fantasy universe with elements out of this world throughout the story, I hadn't even realized I was in front of my screen for such a long time when I finished it! Just a beautiful anime that gives me the emotions I need to handle life!

Evangelion Neon Genesis: so now that you know I love mechas, then you will understand why this anime is in my top ten. Evangelion is the mecha for me. It's not the first one I watched, yet I think it's the one that left the strongest mark on me. What is interesting about it is that I don't like it for the same reasons as promare. What made me rewatch Evangelion so many times is its complex plot and characters. The human interactions and the philosophy that goes with it are what draws me to it and make me come back to it so many times. I also super like the original ending even though it was heavily criticized. I think it all made sense in a way, and I liked how the vibe that was prevailing during the whole story was kept until the end.

Whisper of the heart: one can notice easily the lack of shojo in my top 10 xD it is surely because I am not of fan of this genre as I like romance mixed with another genre more than a full straight-up romance story... Whisper of the heart is without a doubt the exception to it. Feelings are hard to convey and portray, and the way Miyazaki did it in this beautiful heart warming story is so damn beautiful! Even though Chizuru is young, I love the way she is facing life and its difficulties. She's a brave young girl with a will to fight that could stumble the greatest obstacle! this story is just so sweet and so emotional, I like this lightness used to portray life and the beauty beheld in it.

Spirited away: well, having two Miyazaki in my top ten is kinda unoriginal but what can I do! You have to recognize the talent of a genius in a way xD I'm not sure what to say about spirited away though, as it'd be hard for me to explain why I am so drawn to this anime that I watched it I think a hundred times. Everything is to notice. The storyline, the universe, the character... The beauty of the pictures, the remarkable and never enough highlighted uniqueness of this anime, I just love it from the beginning to the end, and I just watch this anime whenever I feel like I need to find a purpose in life again. A masterpiece that words can't even describe. That's what spirited away is for me.

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