#but i love these two in the books and will be watching just for them and romitri and lissa x christian
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the law of attraction II Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon x Reader
masterlist I word count: 1880
a/n: hi, it's based off this lovely request here. On a different note, how adorable are Ingrid and Mapi in that gif ?! ❤️
“Here comes our little genius, girls.”, Mapi told her teammates proudly while you walked towards the injured defender. Their curious glances made your face turn hot.
“Maria, we’re the same height, so stop calling me little!”, you playfully rolled her eyes at her.
“Sure.”, she shook her head in amusement.
“Girls.”, Ingrid intervened smiling.
“Ingrid, hi.”, you greeted her, happy to see the Norwegian again.
“Hi. Nice to see you.”, the dark-haired woman responded, wrapping her arms around you for a hug.
“Great to see you too. Also watching you two at training is something different than Uni.”, you mumbled thankfully into her embrace.
The weight of the library books in your rucksack reminded you of what you’ve been doing the whole day. Spending too much time in front of your laptop without successfully coming closer to solving the mathematical issue you’ve been working on.
“She’s getting some distraction from a math problem.”, Mapi explained to the fellow footballers with a smug grin on her lips.
“Yes, maybe the distraction helps me to solve it later.”, you replied in a hopeful tone.
“Worth a try.”, Ingrid nodded.
“Exactly.”
“Such a smart ass.”, the tattooed Spaniard teased you.
“Maria.”, the Scandinavian scolded the older woman before she continued beaming at you, maybe we can all grab some food together after training?”
“Yes, that sounds like a good idea.”, you answered happily, you could really need a distraction and being in your friend’s apartment with Bagheera who loved to cuddle with you sounded delightful in your ears.
“Math nerd, it’s time for the beauties to get to work.”, Alexia reminded the three of you winking.
“I’m not keeping them from it.”, you pointed out laughing.
To her captain the defender said slightly annoyed:” Yeah, yeah, we’re coming.”
On their way to the training pitch, Marta remarked:” I mean you two have a personal supporter here so you should be motivated.”
“She's probably calculating some stuff in her head instead of watching.”, Mapi commented with a smirk.
Ingrid agreed: “As usual but she looks adorable while doing so.”
“Yeah, she does.”
Both of them watched on as you stared into space, too occupied with the equations in front of your inner eye.
Alexia shot her two teammates a suspicious look and teased: “One could almost think you two are in love with her.”
Mapi laughed nonchalantly: “Oh, please.”
“We're not.”, Ingrid protested, a pinkish hue appeared on her cheeks as she jogged off to warm up.
Alexia followed closely: “Just focus on training.”
“I am focused.”, Ingrid said.
The team captain looked over her shoulder at Mapi with a raised eyebrow: “I mean both of you.”
“Ale!”
She shrugged Mapis complaint away: “I just want to train.
Right after training, you found yourself at Mapis and Ingrids apartment. The takeaway you picked up on your way back filled the kitchen with a delicious smell of freshly cooked Thai food. You gathered around the kitchen table as Mapi started to set the table.
“You girls did so well.”, you remarked as you opened the styrofoam boxes, eyeing the food.
Mapi chuckled: “It was just a training session… or did you mean picking the food?”
“The food actually.”, you grinned, cheekily stealing a fork full.
“Of course, we're great at that.”, Mapi replied.
You started to spoon some food onto your plate and smiled: “Trainingwise, you both seemed a bit distracted.”
“Distracted?”, Ingrid echoed, almost dropping her fork in surprise.
“Yes.”
Her girlfriend swiftly changed the topic: “Tell us instead if there's someone distracting you from doing too much uni stuff.”
“No, no time for that. Besides you two do that already.”, you answered truthfully.
The norwegian blinked at you innocently: “We're not doing anything.”
“Right, we only invite you over for dinner or games.”, Mapi nodded.
“See?”, you only asked, the couple clearly already made the point for you.
Mapi gave you an unimpressed look and said around a mouthful of food: “You could just say no.”
“Yes, but I like going.”, you had to admit.
“And you can't work on your uni stuff all day round.”, Ingrid joined in.
“Exactly.”
You sighed. It was charming that they worried about you but in the end, you had chosen this career path and you loved what you did.
“It's kind of my job…”
“Yes, and we're so proud of you.”, Ingrid said, carefully reaching across the table to take your hand in hers.
You took a deep breath before confessing:” Thanks. It just gets lonely at times. Sometimes I want to have a relationship but then I again, I don’t think I would have time for that.”
“You know we’re always here for you, right?”, Mapi asked you in a cautiously tone.
You shot her a grateful glance: “I do, and I appreciate that.”
“You know, I think there might be a solution for this.”, the Spanish defender begun.
“You do?”, you lifted an eyebrow curiously at her.
Turning her head to face the Norwegian, Mapi continued:” I think Ingrid is thinking the same.”
“I am.”, her girlfriend nodded earnestly.
Confused you looked between the football players:” What are you talking about?”
“Tell her, Mapi.”, Ingrid urged the Spanish woman to keep talking.
“We could provide the relationship stuff for you while you focus on your studies.”, the defender suggested.
“Wait.. are you saying..? You must be joking.”, you responded, the surprise clearly written all over your face.
“No, we’re serios, y/n.”, Mapi reassured you.
“We both want to be with you.”, Ingrid emphasized the previous words of her girlfriend.
“I thought I was the only one with the crush.”, you replied still shocked by the offer of your friends.
“Oh dear, you might be very book smart, but..”, the defender smirked.
“But not when it comes to girls.”, the Norwegian ended the sentence of the older woman equally amused.
“The laws of attraction.”, Mapi hummed.
“That’s something they don’t teach in University.”, you answered, running one hand nervously through your open hair.
“No worries, we can teach you that like you taught me math at school all those years ago.”, the defender promised in a soothingly voice.
“I think I would like that.”, you declared smiling.
“So would be.”, Ingrid grinned satisfied.
“I can’t believe that.”, you giggled in disbelief.
“You better start believing.”, Mapi said.
“She’s a mathematician, she probably needs proof, Mapi.”, the dark-haired woman reminded the older player.
The Spanish defender mumbled:” Good point.” She was the first to kiss you, Ingrid followed swiftly. Both kisses tasted like the start of something new and exciting.
“What do you think? Enough proof?”, the Scandinavian midfielder gave you a challenging look.
“Yes, I think that was enough to make me believe that you were serious about this.”, you responded with a shy smile on your lips.
“That’s what we wanted to hear.”, Mapi commented beaming.
It took you some time to get used to a new relationship but a few weeks in, you could confirm that you felt happy and safe with your two girlfriends. So, of course you were a tiny bit sad when they left for the Champions League semifinal in London while you had to stay in Barcelona and work on your thesis… Or at least that was you told them.
Ingrid stood on the perfect green grass at Stamford Bridge right before warm-up. She watched the stadium slowly fill through a curtain of rain.
With a soft sigh, she said: “It's sad that y/n couldn't come with us to London, Mapi…”
“Maybe she can join us for the final if she isn't too busy.”, the injured defender shrugged.
“I mean it's in Spain which might make it easier for her.”
“That would be great.”, Mapi agreed.
A sudden grin appeared on Ingrids face as she pointed over towards the away fans. A red and blue flag had caught her attention. “Oh look, someone in the stands has the same flag as you, Mapi.”
As Mapi followed her gaze, Ingrids jaw dropped in shock: “Wait, is that y/n?”
From your place in the stands, you had no idea what your girlfriends said but the way their faces went from shock to lighting up with excitement told you everything you needed to know.
“There's no way!”, Mapi exclaimed.
“That little bi-…”, Ingrid started but was quickly interrupted by Marta who nodded in Vickys and Salmas direction. “Ingrid, not in front of the children!”
“Sorry.”, the Norwegian laughed before pulling Mapi with her towards the stands.
Laughing, you waved your Barcelona flag as they came to a stop in front of you: “Hi Ingrid, Mapi.”
“What are you doing here?!“, Mapi asked, leaning over to plant a kiss on your cheek.
You shrugged: “Surprising you girls.”
“You said you were too busy!”, Ingrid pouted.
“And I was busy but one of my fellow students reminded me that you only live once, so…” You gestured around the stadium with an innocent smile.
Mapi shook her head: “Why do you listen to them but not to us?”
“It's a scientific fact that we only have one life…”
She did not let you finish and instead rolled her eyes: “I can't with you nerd.”
“Me neither but I'm really glad you’re here.”, Ingrid smiled at you.
You grinned: “You're welcome.”
“You'll be our lucky charm.”, the defender winked and you could feel the blood rushing into your cheeks.
“Hope it works.”
Ingrid gave you a quick kiss: “See you after the match.”
“Have fun but win this.”, you called after her as she hurried away to warm up with the rest of the team.
Over her shoulder, she replied: “With Mapi and you we should be able to.”
“Ready, Mapi?”, you asked the Spanish defender smirking.
She took your hand in hers, replying confidently: ”Ready.”
“I can’t wait.”, you exclaimed as they started playing the hymn of the women’s champions league.
Despite the rain the team of your girlfriends were eager to win this and Mapi and you tried your best to support them from the stands. After the match ended in a 2:0 for Barcelona, your friend cheered:”Y/n, we won!”
“Ingrid was amazing, right?”, you wanted to know from her, your eyes lit up with excitement.
“Yes, she was.”, Mapi grinned at you. Both of you were too caught up in your bliss, so you didn’t saw the Norwegian coming.
“Hey!”, she greeted you, mirroring your bright smiles.
“You were so great, Ingrid.”, you told her proudly.
“Thanks.”, Ingrid responded.
“We’re so proud of you.”, Mapi mumbled while wrapping her arms around the taller woman who lifted her up easily in their hug.
“You were amazing support.”, the younger player declared.
The Spanish defender who was pulling you into the group huddle announced with a cheeky grin:” That means you’ve to come to the final too.”
“I do?”, you questioned amused.
“Yes, absolutely, you can’t say no.”, Ingrid tuned in.
“I’ll see if I can make it happen.”
“We’ll count that as a yes.”, Mapi winked at you before kissing first the Norwegians cheek than yours.
And indeed, you were able to come to the Champions League final much to the happiness of your girlfriends. The law of attraction didn’t allow anything else. Love has won before any of the teams graced the pitch.
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the cc; campus crush
pairing: kim minjeong x fem! reader
summary: kim minejong feels her heart rush at the sight of the cold-hearted rich girl
category: enemies-to-lovers(in minjeong's head)
genre: very very slight angst, fluff at the end
warnings: y/n is kind of mean (ITS IN HER BLOOD)
Hong Y/N, the youngest daughter of one of the richest conglomerate family, a real life nepo baby whose life has been granted since the day of her birth.
Much like her old sister; Hong Haein, Y/N is known for her cold-stoned face and cold-hearted soul. No one dares to even step in front of the pretty female.
Kim Minjeong on the other hand, oh how she wishes she was able to run into the raven-haired student that roams the campus.
"Isn't it crazy how I only saw her walk by once and I never saw her ever again?" Minjeong rants to her best friends while reading a news article about Y/N and the recent collaboration with YSL.
Jimin looks up from the medicine book, pushing her glasses up. "Well, you two may have different schedules."
"Or, she's only here once in a while?" Aeri assumes. "Like look at her family, college is probably like a hobby to her."
How could college be a hobby when the love of her life is sitting right here in the library.
"Her shoe game always kill." Yizhou scrolls through Y/N's Instagram and looking at the high heels in each post with envy. "You better get on that before some other man does."
Aeri laughs at Yizhou's words and for her friend to have so much hope in the latter. "That's if you ever see her again gracing these college floors."
Minjeong could only grumble under her breath, throwing a rolled up straw wrapper at Aeri. "At least have faith in me, yeah?"
"I have faith in you." Jimin says, raising her hand in support of her friend which earns a smile from the puppy-like female.
Minjeong stretches her arms, letting out a noise in content of how the stretch felt before throwing all her books and notebooks in her bag.
"Going home already?" Yizhou pouts, not wanting the other to leave. "But who will I bother now?"
The short haired rolls her eyes at her friend before pointing at the Japanese and getting out of the chair she's been in for 4 hours. "You can bother her, she's not even doing anything besides watching that dumb rom-com."
"Will we see you in tomorrow's morning lecture or you're skipping again?" Jimin asks, eyes still focusing on the materials written down in the medicine book. "Just wondering if I'll need to bring four or three cups of coffee."
Minjeong contemplates for a second. "I'll show up."
"Okay! See you tomorrow."
For some strange reason, Minjeong will score high on exams yet her overall class grade drops because of lame professors counting attendance, the short-haired has no choice but to start showing up again.
With a hum in response, Minjeong slings her bag around her shoulders as she turns towards the door of the library. She looks down on her phone, checking for any important emails from any professors.
"OW!" A voice gets the short-haired's attention off her phone. "Could you at least watch where you're going?"
OH MY GOD?
Hong Y/N, the girl of Minjeong's dreams.
You pat off your clothes, afraid of dust flying onto your cropped blazer that you JUST got yesterday while shopping with your sister and brother-in-law.
The short-haired is caught in a trance at how beautiful your voice sounds. With a pretty face of yours and a music-like tone of a voice, she doesn't mind dealing with that cold-heart of yours.
"You're not going to apologize or anything?" You ask, glaring at the female in front of you.
Right.
"My bad, I got distracted." Minjeong nervously giggles, not that she's afraid of you but because you're standing in front of her. "I'm sorry for not watching my direction. If you want, I can pay for your clothes if anything is wrong with them."
If Yizhou was here, she would laugh in Minjeong's face at how much of a simp she already was for a girl who BARELY pays attention to anyone.
You look at the puppy-like female, no expression on your face. "No, you don't have to do that. It'll just be a waste of my time."
"Let me treat you out to coffee then!" The other spits out those words in a flash, her eyes full of determination of some sort. "It'll at least ease my mind."
You actually have no time for anything.
"It doesn't have to be today! Or tomorrow or the day after that." Minjeong exclaims, her eyes are puppy-like as she stares down at you. "Just, when you want cofffe, let me know."
And before your mouth forms a response to say, the red haired girl is already off on her heels and walking.
"I don't even know her...?" You speak to yourself, hold on your handbag tightens as you proceed to walk into the library with the same face you had on the entire time.
Being the youngest daughter of the Hong family isn't the easiest. Sure, others may argue that you got everything handed to you since the second you were born. You admit that they're correct, you were born in a family full of money.
Being born into one of the wealthiest family in South Korea already had a career already chosen for you.
But, it's not something you'd want to do for the rest of your life.
It's different for your sister and brother. While Haein is good at her job and takes charge while also being confident about it, Soocheol was adamant about extending his resort business. And you; you hated being in the business industry. Whether it'd be retail or resort, you'd be homeless instead.
"Y/N, keep your head in the game." Your father's voice brings you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to your senses. "You're going to be working alongside your sister after college so you need to make sure you're paying attention."
You let out a nod, apologizing under your breath as you pay attention back to the board where your brother-in-law is talking about the results of kicking out designer stores that aren't reaching their sales. Whatever that was.
"If we let that happen, we'll be required to pay a penalty fee if they found out due to the branding." Hyunwoo explains to your father.
You let out a bored sigh, looking across the table at your brother who's cluelessly flipping through the papers then at your older sister who is sat beside you, at ease listening to everything being said.
"Stop sighing." Haein warns you, worried that you'll get a scolding from your father at home during dinner. "Just endure it."
You pout your bottom lip out in response, picking up a pen and doodling on the papers that were handed out to you earlier before the meeting. Oh, how you wish you could be anywhere else but here.
"On the topic of counterfeit products, it may affect how the overall sales in a whole range." Hyun-woo points at the estimated percentages.
Fighting to urge to let out another sigh, you rest your chin in the palm of your hand trying to pay attention to whatever your brother-in-law babbling about now.
While trying to look interested in the contents of the screen, you can't help but to think back on what happened earlier on campus and the encounter with the puppy-resembling female.
How come you've never seen her before?
How were you even going to get coffee with her if you don't know the girl? Not saying you would but maybe; if it ever comes down to it; then it will.
"We will take a look and come up with appropriate measures." Your father said, giving a look to your brother to write that down. "Meeting done."
The way everyone in that room can see how your eyes lit up at those last two words from your father. Everyone exits the meeting room, besides your family. Rolling your eyes at what this may mean.
Another lecture on being professional as a Hong family member
Possibly a really good vacation trip out of nowhere
"Hong Y/N, just why do you think you can behave the way you do?" Your father clicks his tongue in a scolding manner, pressing the button on the remote which rolls down the blinds of the meeting room so other employees would not be able to see.
You look down at your hands, not wanting to make eye contact with the angry man.
"I understand you're the youngest but Y/N, you need to realize that you've been off the hook since birth." He continues, letting out a deep sigh after. "You need to start taking things seriously, you are not a kid anymore."
Without letting you say a word, you hear the footsteps of him leave the room with the door clicking shut behind him.
There it is again; the stupid burden falling and feeling heavy on your shoulders. Your body starts trembling and your tears can't stop falling from your dagger-like eyes.
"Y/Nnnie?" Your brother softly calls out, walking over to where you sat. "Are you crying?"
Your brother-in-law's hands you a tissue.
"That's why I told you to endure it." Haein warns you.
Soocheol pats your back. "You know how father is like. He's serious when it comes to business."
"Don't comfort her." Your sister takes Soocheol's hand off your back. "She needs to learn and grow from this."
Hyunwoo calms his wife down. "Honey, let's not stress her out."
"That's right! She's already startled by father's words from earlier." Your brother defends you.
The older female shakes her head, disapproving the two males. "Once you're all settled down, come to my office for a talk, Y/N."
Soocheol gasps, placing his hand over his mouth in a way to not frighten you (it didn't work). While your brother-in-law could only give you a 'good luck' look as he goes back to his office. Soocheol shortly leaving afterwards after getting a phone call from the chairman (your grandfather).
Clicking on the button of the remote to draw the blinds back up, you stare through the windows and across into where your older sister's office is at. She's furrowing her brows upon reading some critical conditions and you know she's unhappy with something.
With a sigh to calm down your nerves, you quietly exit the meeting room and walk across to knock on the CEO's door. Seeing her through the clear glass door, she brings her hand up which prompts you to walk in. Each step you take, nerves are taking over as you walk towards her desk.
"I'm not being tough on you because I want to." She looks up, crossing her arm. "But because you're a smart woman, Y/N. We just want to push that towards the business that's been in the family."
Business this! Business that! Why does no one ever want to hear what you want to do?
"Do you get what I'm trying to say?" Her brow is raised, looking stern yet she means no harm. "Push through for a few more years, alright?"
You want to laugh-out of absurd. Everyone always tells you that as long as you listen to father and grandfather, you should be set. After all, we were born and raised into a conglomerate family. One of the wealthiest at that.
Yet, why does it bother you when you know you're set for life?
"Are you listening, Y/N?" Haein says, waiting for your response.
"Yes."
With a hum in satisfaction, Haein leans back in her chair. "Okay, meeting done."
With a small bow, you can only walk out of your older sister's office feeling disappointed in yourself.
Minjeong sighs while taking a seat in the back of the lecture room waiting for the class to start and for her friends to get here. She can only get her materials out and prepare for class in the meantime.
While opening her tote bag, she hears the lecture room's doors open again, indicating that another person also decided to come early. Looking up, still tired and out of her mind, to see who the other person is; Minjeong suddenly sits up and instantly widens awake.
What are you doing here? You were in this class? How come the others never told her about you?
You stand up straight, bag clutched in your hands while looking effortlessly beautiful in a vintage Chanel long sleeved blazer which hugs your waist perfectly along with a white turtleneck and a matching vintage Chanel skirt. And rarely; a backpack is hugging your back.
Minjeong has to give it you; she does admit that your shoe game will always do the outfit even more attention. Valentino heels seems to be one of your favorites.
Oh; how down bad Minjeong is for this classy lady in front of her.
You and her make eye contact. You look at her, realizing that it's the same puppy-eyed girl from yesterday. With a small quiet sigh, you walk up the lecture room's stairs.
The short-haired feels her breath hitch at the sight of you walking, omg the universe is blessing her with all of these Y/N moments.
"Is anyone sitting here?" You ask, the same cold sounding voice like yesterday but oh does Minjeong love the way your voice sounds. (she can never be your hater like the others are)
The ginger shakes her head immediately. "Please sit!"
'Strange.' You talk to yourself in your own thoughts at how eager that girl sounded.
Nonetheless, you sit in the seat next to her. Taking your backpack off and placing it aside before staring at the side view of the red haired. How strange yet intriguing she is.
Minjeong can see from her peripheral vision, her ears starts heating up and she can't help but to awkwardly turn to you. Expecting you to look away, you continue staring. Same unfazed cold expression that you're known for.
"W-why are you staring at me?" She asks, unsure of what to do or say.
Getting a shrug in response from you, you sigh before turning your full attention to the front of the room.
"What time does this class end?" You look down at the watch sitting on your wrist, ready to bolt out of here before getting yet another scolding from your sister.
"9:45."
With another sigh escaping your mouth, you sit up straight while continuing to stare at the whiteboard against the wall.
Minjeong wonders how long you've been in this class for. Perhaps; it's your first day.
The door opens again, this time with two loud voices and one voice shushing them constantly. A specific ginger short-haired hides her face from them, on purpose (and to also not mess up her love life).
"Oh! Minjeong is here today!" Aeri looks up, ready to wave at the named girl before trailing her eyes over to the figure next to her and her mouth instantly hangs low.
You nod to yourself at the recent information. Her name is Minjeong? Somehow; that name matches the puppy-like student.
"Let's not bother her." Jimin pushes both Aeri and Yizhou to rows a couple behind the first before sending a look over to her best friend.
The Japanese fights the urge to look back, whispering to Yizhou. "I thought Hong Y/N dropped this class?"
"She probably had other things to attend to." Yizhou whispers back.
Clearing your throat, you turn towards the female besides you.
Minjeong fidgets with her hands before she too turns to face you.
"About that coffee-" "-Would you like to get coffee today?"
The both of you stare at each other, until she lets out a laugh which caught your attention. Suddenly, you're staring a bit harder at her, focusing on her features a bit longer than you normally would focus on other people. And you cannot help but to wonder why once again, you've never seen her before until now.
"Would you like to get coffee with me today after class?" Minjeong asks, a smile on her pretty lips as she patiently waits for your answer with nervousness rushing through her at the expression of yours.
You clear your throat again, pulling away from the eye contact as you stare back at the front while ignoring the way your cheeks suddenly feels warm. "Okay, then."
Your answer simply means yes.
To Minjeong, that answer sounded indecisive almost.
"Your treat, correct?" You ask, still ignoring the weird heating effect on your cheeks.
The puppy-like female is doing summersaults in her head, jumping up and down mentally like an overly excited puppy who's ready to tackle down their human.
"Yeah! Of course, it is!"
may 8, 2024; publishing date
i LOVED qot SO MUCH so of course i had a bit of inspo for this small short, characters from queen of tears are NOT mines (all rights go to the writers)
leaning to writing another part to this (maybe?)
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Hello i have a spencer reid x reader request where they have been dating for quite a while, spencer and reader decide to move in together and he does not expect that they have an ungodly amount of stuffed animals and they have to figure out where to put them all and reader is stressing about not making the stuffed animals sad and they cant put them in the dark lonely closet 😭
𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 - 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 fluff!, fem!reader, nothing else, it’s very wholesome tbh, use of pet names—baby
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 1.3k
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 honestly i loved this request so much because i myself have so many stuffed animals and they are like my children
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ੈ✩‧₊˚
“Spencer Reid!” Your voice shot off the thin walls of the apartment complex, tone sharp with a mix of disbelief and palpable shock.
Spencer turned his head from his spot on the couch, not sure whether he should be alarmed, worried, curious or scared at your sudden outburst.
You stomped into the living room, looking around the room uneasily, desperately in search of something. Spencer was having a hard time figuring out what exactly. He watched you scan the room tentatively until your eyes landed on him.
You crossed your arms over your chest. “Where is that big rectangular box?”
He furrowed his brows. “Which one?”
“Spence!” You whined in complaint. Spencer had to stop himself from smiling, because amidst your agitated antics, he couldn’t help but find you completely adorable when you’d get all pouty.
“Baby, there are more than ten boxes, I’m gonna need specifics,” Spencer told you, voice calm in contrast to your pitched one.
“It’s the one with the blue packing tape,” Spencer pursed his lips as he looked down, trying to recall where he had left the box you were referring to.
With the complete mess you had made, finding things wasn’t as easy as you thought it would be. When you moved into Spencer’s apartment just a little over two days ago, you didn’t think this would be the mess you’d encounter but here you were. You were so anxious to get situated that things got out of hand.
“Oh!” Realization dawned over him quickly, shifting his neck up at you. “It’s in the closet,”
You froze. “The closet?”
“Yeah—“
With that confirmation, you turned on your heels and made a straight b-line towards the back closet, audibly mumbling some complaints. Spencer followed your trail with his gaze. He shook his head with a laugh, turning back to his book.
After a few seconds, he heard you gasp and when he turned to check on you, he saw you walking in the living room with said box in your hands. He was taken aback by how big the box was and how easily you were able to move it around.
“I’m scared to ask what’s in that,” You dropped the box to your feet with a loud thud and crouched over, fiddling with the lid. Spencer cocked a brow, perplexing over your conduct.
When you furrowed your brows down at the box Spencer couldn’t help but sit up with curiosity, peering over at you. “Do you think these are going to fit on the bed?”
His response died down in his throat when you pushed your hand through the box and pulled out a round gray wolf plushie. When he glanced down at the contents of the box, he in fact confirmed his theory that it was filled with various colors and shapes of stuffed animals.
“Depends how many you have in there,” Spencer quipped. You gripped the box from the end and turned it over, dumping out all of its contents onto the floor.
Spencer nearly choked when the cube of compacted stuffed animals slowly fell onto the floor and dispersed all around you. He had never seen such a vast amount of colors and shapes in the same place. It contrasted very sharply with the duller colors of his apartment.
What shocked him the most however was the amount— There had to be more than twenty.
“Those,” He pointed a finger at your pile. “will not all fit on my bed,”
Your frowned. “Where should we put them then?”
Spencer reflected, not sure how to answer. “We can put a few on the bed and then keep the rest in the box in the closet,”
Your frown deepened at Spencer's proposition. You repeated “In the closet..”
Spencer noticed the familiar quiver in your voice and was immediately alarmed. He watched you pick up a second plushie and scan the pile over, as if trying to decide which ones to shove away in the closet and not being physically able to. With a sigh, he stood from his position on the couch and made his way over to you, desperate to figure out what was bothering you.
“It’s too dark in the closet Spencer,” You looked up at him with a plushie in each hand.
“I’m still confused as to what the problem here is—“
“There has to be someplace else they’ll fit,” You huffed, a sudden firmness of determination in your voice. You quickly stood to your feet and all Spencer could do was watch you, a little perplexed and amused.
“Maybe on top of there?” You pointed towards one of his bookshelves. He followed your pointed finger and sighed.
“Statistically, there’s no way they’d all fit on top of that bookshelf, it’s too thin,” He explained, reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. His heart nearly combusts as you pout up at him.
“Why can’t they just go in the closet?” He asked, allowing his thumb to caress the smoothness of your cheek.
Although he did care about this whole ordeal, he found it incredibly hard to concentrate on the task at hand when you looked as good as you looked right now. The slightly disheveled hair, dressed casually in a pair of sweats and one of his shirts. It was a sight he had recently fallen in love with and was excited that living with him meant he got to see you like this more often.
Voice small, you answered. “Because your closet is dark and lonely,”
“You don’t want them in the closet because they’ll get lonely?” He responded, voice filled with an amused disbelief.
“And because it’s dark,”
With that he lets out a snort and you grip at the wrist of the hand that’s cupping your cheek. “Spencer! I’m serious,”
He allows himself to bring your face into both of his hands as he plants a soft kiss on your forehead. He laughs to himself, smiling widely. “You are adorable,”
You huff, but nonetheless, grow weak underneath his gentle touches. Your cheeks were blazing hot and had probably taken a bright shade of red, embarrassment tickling you.
“How about this,” He said. “We can go buy a basket or a stand tomorrow, and set them all up somewhere in the apartment,”
You melted and looked up at him. “Really?”
He nods softly, and peers down just to check he had actually seen as many stuffed animals as he had. He pointed at one of the stuffed animals “Except that one, that one creeps me out,”
You looked down, noticing a rather beaten up spotted cat. You let out a soft gasp and crouched down, grabbing the raggedy animal. “That’s mean,”
You held it up for Spencer’s view next to your head and he cringed. “It’s true— Look at it,”
You shoved his shoulder with a soft punch and he laughed, almost stupidly. One of his hands reached to grab your waist, pulling you in closer to him. He leaned down, placing a loving kiss onto your lips. It was gentle and it said so many things words couldn’t.
Once he pulled away, he directly buried his face into the crook of your neck and wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. Your arms snaked around his waist, tangling one of your hands into his soft curls and scrapping at his scalp faintly.
The two of you stood there, swaying in the comfort of the embrace, neither wanting to let go. You hugged him tight, suddenly falling at the realization that this was going to be your new normal— and you loved it. You loved him.
Spencer was the first to pull away looking at you with such benignity. “I’m glad you’re here,”
You smiled, reaching up to place a kiss on his cheek. “So am I.”
To assuage the intense swelling of his heart, Spencer allowed himself to place another sweet kiss onto your lips. “I love you,”
“I love you too,”
Without missing a beat you pursed your lips, looking up at him. “Can we at least try fitting five on the bed?”
“We can do three,” He answered.
“Deal.”
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To Be Known (Astarion x GN!Tav)
Featuring: Astarion x Rogue!Tav
Series: Fits into Love at First Knife, AO3 link here
Summary: Astarion reads a book and wonders what it means to be known.
Tags: Astarion's POV, POV Second Person, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, Comfort, Vampire Spawn Astarion, set in Act 3 but pre-Cazador, Astarion is Bad at Feelings,
A/N: Disclaimer up top: I'm not abandoning any of my other fic! Promise! Just trying to get over a tough month and get back into the swing of things :'D
Also, based on the quote: “To be loved but not known is comforting but superficial. To be known and not loved is our greatest fear. But to be fully known and truly loved is like being loved by God.” (disclaimer: I’m not religious, and I know this quote comes in a few different forms, but google told me about this version so I stuck to it.)
Word count: ~2.1k
“To be fully known and truly loved is as if you are loved by the gods,” Astarion reads aloud, to no one in particular.
A silence follows, wherein his mind repeats the words he’s just read, absorbing none of them. To be fully known and truly loved… The words don’t seem to stick.
Finally deciding that the sentence isn’t worth his effort, he tosses the book onto his bedroll with a groan. “What rubbish.”
Outside of this author's haughty approach to prose, Astarion doesn’t particularly care to think too deeply about what it means to be loved– especially by any godsforsaken deities.
He has only just come around to the idea of love, not that he’s said the word ‘love’ to you just yet. It felt too much, too heavy a word to carry considering all of the other burdens the two of you bore between you. But the idea of it? Well, he was warming up to it. And with every moment shared between you, he believes he may be warming up all the more.
But what does being known have to do with love? No, that concept has him pulling his brows together, getting up from his bedroll and putting distance between himself and the drivel that Gale had recommended to him.
That’s what I get for listening to the damned wizard’s tastes, he thinks, shaking his head slightly. Some philosophical prattle, just as verbose as he is.
But even as he stands, brushes himself off, shoves the book away to the furthest corner of his tent before he makes to leave, the question of being known never escapes him.
What does it even mean to be known? he wonders, now lost in thought as he emerges from his tent. How could anyone know me, after all I’ve been through… do I even know who I am anymore?
The idea hangs over him, trails him like a storm cloud as he begins stalking about the camp you’ve all set up in the outskirts of Rivington. He’s not sure where his feet are leading him other than away– away from the distasteful book, away from away from your knowing gaze, which would only pry his thoughts out of him.
Much to Astarion’s disappointment, the trail he takes doesn’t stop the winding path his thoughts have taken.
Have I ever been known? he wonders, vaguely registering the breeze in his hair and the distant sounds of running water as he travels further and further from camp.
Perhaps I was once upon a time, but I could hardly be expected to remember now, could I? The thought is bitter and unwelcome, though likely true. He brusquely swats a branch out of his way and continues into a bramble unrepentantly. Gods, how can he bring himself to care about something as trifling as nature when he’s quite busily lost in thought right now, thank-you-very-much.
Astarion releases a sigh as he finally fights his way into a copse of trees. Secluded, finally.
Alone.
With his thoughts.
Which won’t seem to quiet despite the soft chittering of small animals, nor the sickly sweet smell of flowers in the air.
Why are some pitiful poet’s ‘words of wisdom’ even bothering me? he thinks as he lowers himself onto the trunk of a fallen tree. What’s even the use in being known?
Astarion crosses his legs in front of him, watching with narrowed eyes as his boots press into the soft grass, crushing it easily. There is no use to being known, he decides as he presses harder with one foot and the grass is further flattened. To wish that is…
His foot twists down even more firmly.
Pathetic, Astarion thinks, lifting his boot back up to see his handiwork. The grass lies flat, thoroughly smashed by him. This world is simply about being the one who tramples, and not the one being trampled.
That thought oddly comforts him. He knows the push and pull of power well enough– this dynamic is second nature to him. Like an old, threadbare blanket, it wraps around his shoulders, providing no warmth, but plenty of familiar reassurance.
It’s moments later that the blanket is wrenched from him and he’s laid bare once more, under the startling sunlight of your attention.
“Astarion?”
Your voice pierces through his thoughts, and his instinctual answering emotions are new to him. Surprise. Elation. Relief.
The vampire had been utterly unprepared to hear your voice, convinced he’d found a spot away from you all. Convinced that you wouldn’t be here with your thoughtful gaze– not now, while he’s still busy sorting through a myriad of questions. But he still can’t deny the way he welcomes your presence.
He suspects that your perceptive gaze can easily catch that, despite the way his shoulder’s tense and the way his head turns away, his ears still tilt back toward you, ready for your next words.
“Astarion, there you are,” you say. He hears the same emotions he feels in your voice. How odd it feels to be mirrored by you. He can’t deny enjoying that either. “What’s the matter? When I couldn’t find you around camp, I thought the worst might have happened."
The man scoffs, trying his best to sound unaffected by your sudden arrival, refusing to meet your inquiring gaze. “And what, pray tell, did you assume could have happened?”
“We’re practically at the Gate, Astarion. Anything could have happened. Need I remind you what happened to Dribbles?” you respond, voice tight with worry.
Ah yes. The dead clown. “It will take more than a shapeshifter to take me out, darling,” he retorts, still refusing to turn toward you, now dutifully inspecting his nails.
You let out a small huff of disapproval. “And what about Cazador?”
“I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” Astarion replies, though the thought of being caught unawares by Cazador bristles at him. If he did get caught, it would be entirely Gale’s fault for lending him that book… He shakes his head of white curls and continues, “Besides, I barely got more than a few dozen yards away before you came chasing after me. I could hardly be in any real danger.”
When you sigh, he finally turns to face you. The expression you give him then isn’t frustration, nor anger– it’s an unusual mixture of worry and… joy? “I couldn’t help but chase. Would it be pathetic to say that I miss you when you’re gone for too long?” you respond.
He’s not sure he has an answer to that.
Especially when he feels pathetic for how light his undead heart feels at the statement.
Astarion drops his head, avoiding your gaze, and hoping you don’t catch the startled happiness on his face.
When it’s clear he doesn’t have a response for you, you change the subject as you close the distance between you, “So, what brought you out here?”
“Nothing,” he replies, too easily. You know it’s a lie. He knows that you know it.
“Nothing, eh?” you ask, finding a seat next to him on the fallen tree. “What about that nothing has you running into the woods?”
“I was not running,” he defends, with a click of his tongue. “I was taking a brisk stroll.”
“Fine then,” you relent, elbowing his arm gently. “What about it led to a ‘brisk stroll’?”
There’s no use hiding from them, is there? he thinks, leaning back on the trunk. “I’ll tell you,” he begins, staring out into a bush. “But only if you answer a question for me.”
“Anything,” you say, and he can feel your shrug on his arm.
“Who am I, really?”
You still. Astarion had expected no less. After all, it’s not an easy question to answer– even for him. He’s putting quite a lot of undue pressure onto you with the question, it’s selfish really… but he can’t help but want to be selfish around you.
So he lets the question settle into the silence.
When you finally speak, your voice is crisp in the muted sounds of the clearing. “Promise you won’t care for me any less after I answer you?”
Astarion snaps his head back at you, his mouth turning down in a frown. “Well that depends, my dear. What are you planning to say?”
“Promise?” you press.
As if he could care any less for you– he would have done so already if he could. “I promise,” he murmurs reluctantly. “Now, please, the suspense is really too much.”
“You are Astarion,” you start, reaching out for his hand. He cautiously places his in yours, unable to hide the twitch of a smile as your warm fingers lock with his. “You’re a beautiful, elven vampire, with silver hair, and red eyes. You’re talented, witty, and…”
Your voice trails off, and Astarion can’t help but wonder why you’d been so hesitant to answer. So far, he is loving this answer.
“And you’re an absolute arse at times.”
“Excuse me?” he gasps, moving to pull his hand out of yours.
You don’t release it, but you do continue, “You laugh at the misfortune of others, you steal, you lie, you cheat at games, you can be incredibly selfish.”
“Darling, are we certain you care about me after all this?” he grumbles, giving up on fighting your grip on him as your words wash over him. He knows all of this, of course, has been entirely unashamed of it all before… but it feels different when you say it. When you lay it out plainly before him.
“Yes,” you answer quickly, tugging on his hand gently. “Because all of that makes you you. And, personally, I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
He blinks at you, confused on how you arrived at this conclusion.
“You are so unabashedly you, love. And I adore that. I know it might not feel like it after all you’ve been through… but you are still yourself. No one has been able to take that from you.”
Now Astarion stares at your intertwined hands, wondering if he deserves such impassioned, absurd words said in his defense. His voice comes quietly when he asks his next questions, “And how do I know that’s who I have always been? Who I was meant to be?”
You bring his hand up to your lips, pressing a soft, warm kiss before you continue, “Astarion, I don’t know what might have bothered you, but I want you to know that, no matter what it was, you’re amazing as the man you are. Whoever you were, whoever you think you were meant to be, you should be proud of who you are now. And… once we deal with Cazador, I hope you have the chance to rediscover that man.”
Astarion hadn’t meant this to be some kind of journey of self-discovery– really, he’d only been irked by the needless philosophy of the book Gale had lent him. But, hearing you say those words, it feels as if some weight has been lifted from his shoulders.
Worry, he realizes. Of losing who he was, of course, but also of being utterly, desolately unknown. Naturally he needn’t have worried because here you are, ready and willing to understand him. To accept and care for him, even while knowing him, flaws and all.
Maybe being known wasn’t such a burden. Not if it were by you.
“Yes, well,” he begins, suddenly unsure what to say to your earnest words. “Thank you for that, I think. Though, really, I could have done without all of the barbs. It feels like I've been struck by psychic damage.” Astarion gives a dramatic head loll, averting his flustered face.
You laugh and squeeze his hand. “Well, it’s a good thing I have no clue how to deal psychic damage, but I’ll be sure to get Gale right over if you need a good jostle to the brain.”
Gale’s done enough of that, Astarion thinks. But he doesn’t say so to you. Instead, the man simply shakes his head. “I’m quite alright. Speaking of the rest of those fools, they’ve likely begun to burn the camp down without us. Shall we head back?”
While the trek to the clearing had been filled with spiraling thoughts and matters of the self, Astarion finds that the journey back is filled with far more soft touches and kisses– Not that he minds.
In fact, he thinks with a smile, as you both walk together, practically falling into each others’ arms. Maybe this was who I was meant to be all along.
That night, once he’s settled back into his tent for bed, Astarion reads the passage once more, “To be fully known and truly loved is as if you are loved by the gods.”
Astarion is certainly no closer to believing in the gods’ willingness or ability to love him, but he could hardly care. No, he suspects that he knows what a god’s love is– after all, if you truly love him, fangs, scars, and all… well, that may very well be divine.
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Fresh Out The Slammer
A questionable kidnapping leads to a revenge plan backfiring (fluff).
Lorenzo Berkshire x f!Reader
Warning: fluff, one use of y/n, cursing, mildly violent thoughts. Has one magical rule that’s not canon, using my creative license here to drive the plot. Based on the Taylor Swift song with the same title.
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“I need to see my Cormyyy!” You whined, trying to twist away from Enzo’s grip on your shoulders as he led you down the hall.
Mattheo saw you struggling against Enzo and walked towards the two of you with a smirk. “We’ve been through a lot of shenanigans over the years, but I never imagined kidnapping would be one of them,” he whispered to Enzo as he and Blaise joined you.
“Stop sounding so pleased,” Blaise chided Mattheo.
“Cormac, that wanker had the gall to give y/n Amortentia the day after she publicly broke up with him. I’ve got to help her,” Enzo whispered back, explaining.
“Enzie’s got a little crush,” Mattheo teased, poking him on his side.
“Piss off if you’re not going to help,” Enzo huffed.
“What are you whispering about? Take me to my Cormyy!” You whined.
“Nothing, your bloody Cormy is right this way,” Enzo replied quickly. He grit his teeth as he fantasized a literally bloody Cormac after he beat him up with his fists.
Never mind the amusement and hope he felt when he witnessed you finally come to your senses and realize what a tosser Cormac was. All that was crushed when the potion took over your mind tonight and you forgot you asked Enzo to meet up because you needed to tell him something.
“Theo would know what to do,” Mattheo suggested.
“I just saw him at the common room,” Blaise added and the four of you headed there.
Theo looked up from his book when you approached. Noticing the struggling girl, he lifted his eyebrow, “we’re kidnapping now?”
“Who’s being kidnapped? I’m here to see my darling, Cormyy!” You squealed, clasping your hands together, giggling at the thought of how wonderful he was. Theo’s eyes widened, he was with Enzo when they watched you dump him.
“We need your help,” Enzo declared.
“Clearly,” Theo said, thinking through his knowledge of Amortentia. You weren’t exactly friends with the infamous Slytherin boys, but Enzo had drooled over you, his partner in Divination class, long enough for them to know about you.
“Do you know how we can undo the potion’s effects?” Enzo asked.
“Well it would take too long to brew an antidote and we don’t know if we can get all the ingredients,” he replied.
Theo’s knee bounced as he willed himself to remember something useful. “Some texts say that because Amortentia cannot actually produce real love, a kiss from someone who loves her might break the spell.” At least that’s what Theo probably read, the gears in his mind continued spinning as Enzo approached you.
Everyone looked at Enzo expectantly and his cheeks blushed. “Come on, you did not go through all this trouble just because she’s your Divination partner,” Mattheo encouraged.
“Okay,” Enzo approached you and you scrunched up your eyebrows in confusion. “I’ll take you to Cormac after this. I just have to save you first. Also because I want to,” he admitted, “but if you hate it then punch me or hex me when you’re better.” Before his words could sink in, his lips were on you.
“Wait!” Theo called out, “I remembered it wrong. It has to be someone she loves! Not the other way around.”
Enzo quickly pulled away, but it was too late. He did not need to get rejected indirectly by a potion. Never mind you hexing him, he might as well hex himself in shame.
That was until you blinked. You placed your hand on your head as the world spun for a second and Enzo quickly caught you. “Bloody potion,” you spat, wrinkling your nose in disgust as you recalled your potion-induced obsession.
Blaise grabbed Mattheo and Theo’s arm, leading them to the dorms. “Come on, seems there are things they need to discuss.”
“Then we beat up Cormac,” Mattheo called back.
“Count me in!” You exclaimed as you stood upright.
“She’s a keeper!” Mattheo mock whispered to Enzo, pointing at you.
Enzo chuckled, “already looking for trouble?”
“Oh my punches won’t just be for the potion. When I’m done with Cormy,” you shuddered at the nickname, “he’d regret even breathing in my direction.”
“Before that, can we talk about what happened?” Enzo asked. “You said you wanted to tell me something tonight?”
You blushed, your anger giving way to butterflies in your stomach. “Well, the potion probably said it better than I could have,” you recalled Theo’s words just as the potion released you from its grip. “I really like you, Enzo. I broke up with Cormac when I realized that. He may have actually helped me with his foolishness. Maybe I should thank him,” you considered.
“No,” you decided after a moment, “I still want to beat him up.” Enzo chuckled in response.
“Don’t worry, we’ll deal with him. First,” he said moving closer to you, “I really like you too. We make such a great team in class, I’d love to see what else we’d be good at as partners. For instance, are you certain the potion completely lost its effect? Maybe we should break the spell again a few more times to be sure.”
Your eyes glinted with mischief and desire. “Oh yes, we need to be thorough,” you agreed as his lips crashed into yours.
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A/N: I haven't written for Enzo in a while, glad I could add him to my series of TTPD one shots!
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Duty
Jacaerys Velaryon x female reader smut
After a rough start to your marriage, whispers from the palace cause you and your betrothed to start what you should have done months ago; produce an heir.
w.c: 1487
c.w: SMUT 18+, NO use of Y/N, not exactly enemies but y'all beefing, hate sex (if you squint, but more like dislike sex and its more just sass idfk), mention of pregnancy, breeding kink, afab reader, p in v sex, fingering, overstimulation, pls let me know if i've missed any
a.n: so i recently watched the queen charlotte bridgerton spin off and i absolutely loved it, this is very inspired by charlotte and george's earlier dynamic tee hee.
Four months and 3 days. That is how long it has been since your wedding, and how long you have loathed your husband. The two of you were not exactly close before your betrothal on account of the rapidness of it but the tensions that spread between parts of his family did not help. You both seem to fight every conversation you had thereafter, so it became easier to avoid each other. That was until around 3 months into your betrothal that questions of when you would need your dresses altering had you worried. You were supposed to making heirs but you both exploded whilst in the same room as each other. You’d visited the prince in his separate room and communicated the issue, he was reading by the fire. You played with your fingers in your hands as he eyed the flaw, thinking intently. He placed his book face down on the table as he petted the bench beside him. You hesitated for a moment, before sitting next to him. “Once a week, we will fulfil our, uh, duty to try and produce an heir. Once you are with child we will stop.” You thought for a moment, before nodding. You couldn’t help but feel your heart sink. This was not what you had wished for in your marriage. Jacaerys was a painfully handsome man, dark curls that framed he chiselled features.
“It is the end of the week today, your grace.” You spoke, not fully considering the implications of the statement. But the quicker your belly was full the better.
He turned to you, hesitated for a moment before moving closer to you and pulled you onto his lap. You were surprised by the sudden closeness of someone, let alone your husband. He looked up from beneath you with a glimmer of what he had on your wedding night, without the naïve hope. His hands slid up from your hips to the bust of your dress, he looked into your eyes before giving the bodice of your dress a quick tug down allowing your breast to spill out. You gasped as his hands cupped over your breasts, massaging them before running a thumb over your nipple. You brought your bottom lip between your teeth as you felt a warmth spread over your body. You didn’t dare look him in the eye, keeping your eyes shut or trained on the ceiling. You felt as one hand left your breast and hike up your dress further up your hips. He sighed to himself slightly, at the sight of your exposed cunt. He could not believe his luck the first time he had saw you. You were quite possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and unfortunately that did not change the more you both disliked each other. If anything, it grew. Seeing you from across the room at formal engagements, gluing to his side when you needed to seem like the happy couple. It made the frustrations between the two of you even more palpable over the past few months, given the lack of relief. You opened your eyes to see his dark eyes looking up at you. He brought his two first fingers up to your lips, “Open.” His soft tone contradicted the demand and look upon his face. His fingers slid into your mouth, gliding across your tongue as you closed your lips around them. Out of sheer lust you grinded your hips against him, needing to feel some release and gaining small jolt at the feeling of your cunt rubbing against his clothed cock. His free hand shot to your waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh. He removed his fingers from your mouth, admiring his spit covered fingers for a moment before they reached between your thighs and lightly grazed across your clit. You jolted, leaning forward to grip the bench behind him.
You could not stop the moan that escaped your mouth as his fingers slowly ran circles across your clit. He smirked as the noises that fell from your lips, knowing how much you couldn’t bare to be around him but fell apart in his arms was a satisfying feeling. “I did not know you were so needy, dear wife.” The honorific felt like a pin prick. Insincere and laced with sarcasm.
Despite the tightening growing in your stomach, you could not let him have the final word as usual. “You hadn’t been paying close enough attention, your grace.” A flash of frustration flashed upon his face as his hand moved to grip your hair and fingers plunged inside of you. A gasp left you as his fingers thrusted deep inside of your cunt, you had gone from strolling towards an orgasm to being thrown at it. The tips of his fingers curled slightly, deliciously massaging that spot inside your pussy that drove you wild. You jaw fell open, eyes going wide at the loss of contact when he removed his fingers from you. You went to protest before seeing his cock in his hands, brows furrowed as he stroked the length.
You couldn’t hold off any longer before you took a hold of his wrists and pushed his hands away to his sides. You took his cock into your hand giving it a few pumps, watching an expression of lust spread across his face. You leaned over slightly, letting a ball of spit leave your lips and watch as it slid down his cock. He hissed, returning his hands to your hips pulling you closer to him. You took the hint, angling his cock towards your pussy, rubbing the tip over your clit for your own pleasure a few times, before lining him up and sliding down slowly, a large groan left his lips as be bottomed out inside of you. You had forgotten just how big his cock was, and just how good it had felt filling you up. You began to raise your hips up and down, moans leaving your lips as you did. You worked at a steady pace but after being accustomed to his hands began to push up and down with the movements of your hips moving you faster. Your fingernails dug into his shoulders as he pounded into you, no matter how much your stifled your moans, you gave him the satisfaction of them loudly leaving your lips. His hand reached up to yours, removing it from his shoulders and moving your fingers between your legs. You immediately got his instruction, fingers latching onto your clit. You worked tight circles into it as you got filled over and over with Jacaerys’ cock. A familiar tightness returned to your stomach as your head dropped back and numerous illicit words left your lips. Recognising your peak, he pulled you forward by your thighs, almost pressing your bodies against each other as he quickened his pace. Your orgasm cascaded over you, feeling your pussy tighten around Jacaerys’ cock and your body buzz from the overstimulation. You rode out your high atop of him, watching as his eyes screwed shut and his thrusts became sloppier.
You took the opportunity to return your knees to the bench either side of him and bob your hips up and down as fast as you could. His fingers reached the lip of the bench gripping it until his knuckles turned white. “Mmm, my grace,” You moaned out. His eyes shot open, his heart pounding at your remark. “Please fill me with your seed.” You pleaded and moaned, half doing it for a reaction, half because it felt too good. His jaw hung open in shock for a split second before he sputtered a moan from his lips, hips snapping into yours. You felt satisfied as a warmth filled your pussy. Your hips moved slightly, slowly thrusting his cock inside of you still. His hand shot to your hip, mumbling something, before you placed your hand flat across his chest. You bobbed a few more times on his cock, being sure to be as full as possible with his cum. You smirked to yourself seeing his head throne back, lip quivering, veins prominent in his hands gripping your waist, sweaty curls sticking to his neck. You slowly raised yourself off of his cock, standing to your feet and trying to mask your wobbliness as adjusting your dress.
You stole a glance his way, admiring his beauty before he spoke and ruined it. He panted through his mouth, arms outstretched over the sides of the bench. You smirked to yourself, admiring how he too had crumbled for you. The opening of his doorhandle caused him to call your name from behind you. You glanced at him and smiled. “Goodnight your grace, see you in seven eves’.” He opened his mouth to response, but you had already shut the door behind you. You hoped it would be sooner before he fucked you again.
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Family of two
Summary: …may become a family of three.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x daughter!reader, WandaNat
Warnings: none
Word count: 1230
a/n: might become a series/its own au, might not, it depends so I haven’t decided yet. Let me know what you think!
Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @wandsmxmff @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69
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Wanda hums to herself as she cooks Sokovian food. She is wearing a flowy dress, a neat one but not too fancy. There’s a smile on her face. Her two favourite people are meeting each other today.
“Y/N!” Wanda calls out, mixing the sauce in the pan. “She’ll be here in an hour, hun.”
Y/N, who is pacing around her room, frowns at the muffled words coming through the closed door of her bedroom. The dress she is wearing per Wanda’s request flows in the air as she turns around. It’s a sundress, baby pink with small forget-me-nots printed on it.
She isn’t excited for this dinner. In her thirteen-year-old mind, their family is already complete enough for the two of them. Of course she wants her mother to be happy, but they’ve been this way since she was born, and change is difficult.
Not answering, she huffs and sits down on her bed. The smell of the food is making her mood slightly better, it’s comforting to smell the Sokovian food that she grew up eating, as it’s usually reserved for special occasions nowadays.
For the remaining hour, Y/N stays in her room playing video games while she waits for the inevitable.
A knock comes from the front door of the house at six o’clock on the dot. Wanda sets down the food on the dining table, washing her hands quickly before going to open the door.
Outside the door stands Natasha Romanoff with the widest smile on her face. “Hi, babe.” She kisses her before being led inside. “I brought some gifts for Y/N, or bribes,” she shrugs, “whichever word fits better.”
Wanda giggles, “she’ll like you, don’t worry.” She takes out three plates from a cabinet, setting two of them on one side and the third one to the opposite side. “Y/N! Natasha is here.”
Letting out a breath, Y/N stands up and makes her way out of her room. She has a straight face as she stops in front of her mom and Natasha. “Hi.” Her voice is quiet and her gaze keeps moving.
“Hey.” Natasha keeps looking at Y/N, almost unnaturally much. “Here,” she hands her a bag, “gifts for you.”
“Oh.” Y/N takes it and looks inside. There’s a soft looking teddy bear, some chocolates, and a book she has wanted for a while. She’s bribing me, is her first thought, though she doesn’t say it out loud in front of Wanda.
Her mother is looking at her with her brows raised.
“Thanks.” She murmurs, setting the bag down on the couch before sitting down on her seat around the dinner table.
Wanda gives Natasha an apologetic look before the two women do the same. The atmosphere is treading towards uncomfortable as they all put food on their plates.
Clearing her throat, Natasha glances at Y/N. “So, your mom told me that you like theatre.” Her statement makes Y/N glance at Wanda before she nods. “Are you..in a theatre group? Or do you just prefer watching them?”
“I’m not in a group.”
“Y/N has a hard time meeting new people.” Wanda pipes in once she realizes Y/N is going to be giving short answers today.
“Mom!”
“It’s okay,” Natasha says quickly, not wanting the girl to feel embarrassed, “I do too. It’s stressful to meet new people.”
Y/N huffs, her gaze locked on her full plate as she moves the food around with her fork. “How long have you two been together?” She decides to change the subject. She doesn’t want the conversation to be about her.
“Nine months, honey.”
She nods, looking at her mom. “So, is it serious then?”
“Y/N.” Wanda gives her a warning look. “Yes, we are in a serious relationship. And I really love her.”
Her gaze move from Wanda to Natasha, her eyes squinted the slightest. “I really love your mom too.” Natasha says quickly, feeling just a bit threatened.
Y/N hums, going back to playing with her food. She doesn’t know what to think of the situation. Slowly, the table goes back to tense silence. Wanda taps her fingers against the table, her eyes hopping from her daughter to her girlfriend and back.
Biting her lip, she quickly blurts out, “Natasha owns a motorcycle.”
Natasha furrows her brows as she looks at Wanda, who is giving her a look to start talking. “Uhm, yeah? I have a motorcycle.” She mumbles, unsure about where Wanda was going with this.
Squinting her eyes, Y/N lifts her head to look at Wanda. “You think that motorcycles are death machines.”
“Yes..but you think they’re cool.”
“You do?” Natasha smiles when Y/N nods. “That’s great. Maybe you can test ride it someday?”
Her eyes widen in subtle excitement, though Wanda squashes it down right away. “Absolutely not!” She sends a warning look to both Y/N and Natasha.
“When she’s older, I mean.” Natasha corrects herself quickly.
Y/N rolls her eyes, but she has a small smile on her face as she finally starts to eat the food in front of her. For the rest of the dinner, Wanda and Natasha keep most of the conversation going.
“What did you think about Natasha?” Wanda picks out a book from Y/N’s bookshelf before sitting next to her on the bed.
Y/N shrugs, laying her head on Wanda’s lap. “She’s okay, I guess.” There’s a small pause while Wanda looks for the page they last left on. They both enjoy those routine, Wanda reading for Y/N before she goes to bed, even though she thinks of herself a bit too old to have bedtime stories read to her. “I didn’t like it when you said it’s difficult for me to meet new people. It made me uncomfortable.” She mumbles.
Wanda sighs, setting the book down momentarily. “I know, baby, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I was just nervous and it slipped out.”
“You don’t like..talk about my personal stuff with her, do you?”
“No, of course not.” Her hand goes to Y/N’s hair, combing through it softly. “I would never tell anything personal about you without your permission, okay? It was an honest mistake.”
“Okay. I trust you.”
Wanda’s eyes are locked on Y/N’s profile, she can see the slight apprehension on her face. “Are you scared?” She whispers, her fingers moving to Y/N’s cheek, moving around with feather light touches.
“Scared of what?”
“Things changing.”
“Yeah.” Y/N swallows. She fiddles with her hands under the cover. “I’m scared you’ll love me less.”
“I could never love you less, baby.” Her hand moves Y/N’s head to a position where they can hold eye contact. “You love your friends right?And you tell them you love them.” Y/N nods.” “Does that make you love me less?”
“No.”
“Does saying I love you more make you mean those words less.”
“No.”
Wanda smiles softly, “exactly.” Her fingertips move from Y/N’s cheek to her forehead, and down her nose. “You’re still my number one priority, and always will be.”
Smiling back, Y/N nods softly, moving around so she is in the most comfortable position. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” Wanda picks the book back up, and starts reading the next chapter.
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Hi, can I req for jaemin enemies to lovers with 4, 16 & 23?
pairing. fem!reader x enemy!jaemin | genre. fluff | wc. 2k | warnings. none
a/n. i’ve idea for a part 2 , will probably post it after sometime
‘Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.’ I once read in a book which I regretted reading afterwards but again in another book I read ‘Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them.’ The book which goes by the name The Hating Game.
I would have loved that book if it wasn’t an enemies to lovers trope, the only form of romance I dislike the most. Enemies-to-lovers is something which could not exist in real life, you can never fall in love with your enemy, someone you hate from the bottom of your heart. At least I can’t with Na Jaemin .
Not that I want to fall in love with him —it’s even scarier than my worst nightmare— but even thinking about loving liking that jerk makes me want to throw up.
Yes, you can also say that it’s all just in my head how my friends remind me everyday and who so happily enjoy watching our bickering, our death glares at each other, our hatred for each other. They are living in the daily soap they spend hours watching because only both of us can see the anger and hatred dripping from our eyes.
Even friendship can’t exist between us, jokes on me to even think of friendship when we can’t stand each other if we are in the same room, as snarky comments and death glares fly across the room. No one can stand us together to be honest.
Why do I hate him? I don’t know when my hatred for him even started, maybe it was hate at first sight. Such a self-absorbed, cocksure, smug, stubborn jerk he is. The way he walks, the way he talks, the way he smiles, the way he looks —he’s handsome almost like a Greek God, but I’m not going to accept it— just his whole existence pisses me off. Also not like he ever gave me a reason to change the way I felt for him cause he reciprocates my feelings, if not more.
“I’m not sharing the room with him.” Trying my best to tone my voice down I yelled at my friend who was allotting the rooms. “Y/n try to understand please, we don’t have any more rooms left.” She pleaded, pulling me inside her room.
When my friends asked me if I wanted to be a part of this two-day holiday to the beach, never had I imagined that when I would enter the room of the hotel we’re staying for the weekend I would find him sprawled –like a starfish– on the bed, the bed I was supposed to spend the night peacefully on!
“But you know I can’t stand him even for a second! No, change his room.” huffing, I crossed my arms around my chest. “But all the other rooms are occupied y/n, you came late so…” she trailed off, fueling my anger even more. “I didn’t turn up late on purpose! I had informed you beforehand that I’ll be late!” Looking behind her I saw a figure coming out of the bathroom.
“Maybe your boyfriend, who happens to be his friend” rolling my eyes I continued “can switch the room with me?” That’s the most I can give in, I’m ready to switch the rooms which should’ve been him instead. “C’mon Y/N! I understand the tension between you two is as high as Mount Everest…” gasping dramatically I passed her an offensive look, there was no tension between us, it was just hate.
Ignoring me she continued “… but everyone has needs and I have a life too, I want to spend some time with my boyfriend. So will you please let us? It’s just a matter of tonight. We’ll sort something out tomorrow. It's already past 2, go sleep.” Even before she finished her short monologue I was pushed out of the room with a large wooden door slammed shut in my face.
Was she for real? If she planned this whole trip just to fuck her boyfriend she didn’t have to ask me! Why make my already not so good life even worse? Stomping my way aggressively to the room I grabbed my head in frustration.
“It’s just for a night, you can do it y/n. Calm down. Relax.” Taking a deep breath I tried to prepare myself, “Or you always have a second option if things go out of your hands, killing” A little voice inside my head said. It’s not like this voice has appeared for the first time. Last week when he “accidentally” spilled his iced tea on me, I was about to throw the chair I was sitting on his face. This voice appeared that time too. “I don’t wanna go to jail because of such a useless human.” I thought.
“You know it’s better to sleep than making plans to kill me and I’m not useless.” The door opened to reveal him with an utterly idiotic smirk. Can he read minds too? Okay I’m in trouble then, no I didn’t think anything for which you should smirk too but all my plans of tricking him will be known.
“Are you a stalker or what?” Pushing him away I entered the room, which was supposed to be mine. “No darling, your footsteps can be heard around ten miles from here. I just happen to have great hearing skills.” He whispered the last part.
I could have replied, I could have continued this which would soon turn into bickering but I was too tired for that, I just wanted to sleep peacefully, ironically peace and Oh Jaemin don’t come together. So let me change my statement, I just wanted to sleep at any cost.
“Here, take the pillow, sleep on the couch.” Throwing the fluffy white material filled with soft feathers at him, I started unpacking my bag to take out my night clothes. “And why should I listen to you?” He plopped down on the bed, stretching out. “Jaemin, right now I’m not in the mood to argue.” Raising my hand, I shook my head.
“Neither am I, but I’m as stubborn as you. Which means I am not sleeping on the couch.” Closing my bag I faced him, as stubborn as me? It’s not a good start, it can never be with him. “Why are you like this?” Scowling, I moved to the bathroom. “Why are you like this?” He mimicked. God, save this guy from me.
Coming back to the room after changing my clothes I saw him still lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone. Rolling my eyes out of annoyance I walked up to my side of the bed and started putting the spare pillows and cushions between us. “Is this really necessary?” Sparing a glance at what I was doing he asked.
“Very much necessary, I don’t want to wake up with your limbs around me in the morning.” Even the thought of it disgusted me. “But this is eating up too much space.” He complained. “Better than you eating me-” Realising how wrong that must have sounded I looked at him, who had that mischievous smirk which made me furious. “That one sounds better.” He lied back down.
“Shut that mouth of yours and sleep.” Switching off the lights I faced the other direction. “It's hot when you talk back, princess.” He teased, I hate these nicknames so much!
I shouldn’t have come on this trip, everything about it was wrong. First, sharing the room with Jaemin , almost fighting with my friend and the worst of all coming even though I twisted my ankle –the sole reason I was late– to the hotel. My left ankle felt as if someone was slowly cutting it off with a sharp axe, it’s so painful!
Groaning, I shifted to the other side, trying to get in a comfortable position to fall asleep, forgetting about the man next to me. “Are you uncomfortable?” A husky voice made my eyes shoot open to find the sleepy ones of Jaemin already on me. “What do you expect when you’re lying next to me?” Scoffing, he shifted closer much to my dismay.
“Look I know your ankle hurts cause Junhee told me you’re at the hospital getting your ankle treated so don’t try to pull up an act.” Taken aback by his interest in me –I know she’ll never tell him about my whereabouts until he asks– I questioned further. “Why did you ask her about me?” How dumb of me to raise an eyebrow as if he would see it.
For the first time in the three years I have known him he stuttered when talking to me, was he that taken aback by my question? Omg y/n don’t forget to write it in your diary. “H-huh? I- I…” he cleared his throat “I thought I was using this room alone when Junhee came and asked if you could stay in this room too as you were late and there weren’t any spare rooms left… so I asked why you were late…” this sounds convincing, not very much but it does.
“Oooh. By the way, what about your girlfriend? Shouldn’t you be on this trip with her and the one you should be sharing the room with?” I smirked. My eyes were begging me to sleep but my brain forced me to put up this question. “We broke up a year ago.” He deadpanned as I facepalmed myself mentally. What a stupid question!
“So you haven’t dated for a year?” I gasped genuinely shocked. “Yes.” Wait really, the OH SO GODLY Jaemin hasn’t dated anyone FOR A YEAR!! “Not even a fling?” I was about to get up but the stinging pain in my ankle pulled me back. “You own my heart” he said, was it my skipping a beat? No y/n don’t be fooled by him! “C’mon tell me.” Slapping lightly on his arm I whined.“No. Not even a fling.” He repeated. “Woah, wow! I mean it’s surprising.” It was surprising, at least to me. “Is it? Because I thought you knew the girl very well I’m interested in so I don’t think it should surprise you.” He whispered. Wait what?
Leaning his head on his elbow he stared in my eyes, even though it was dark –nothing could be seen as there was very little light coming from the curtained window– but his eyes shone in this darkness, as if they were the only source of light in this dark room, as if they are the most beautiful pair of eyes to ever exist, as if I could stare at them forever, as if I could drown in th-
‘What the hell are you thinking y/n!? You hate him, you can’t like him! He’s your enemy’ the same voice from before alarmed me, it was right, he’s my enemy…
“Did you take painkillers?” He questioned, eyes not leaving mine. “Yes, after dinner I did.” Neither did I break the gaze. “Then we can try this.” With this said he stood up, took two pillows –which were used to limit our respective bed spaces ‘by me’– and placed one of the pillows under my leg which had been aching and the other beside it as if securing my ankle.
“I hope it’s better than before.” His eyes creased, hinting the smile on his lips. “It is, thank you.” mumbling, I closed my eyes shut not wanting to let my thoughts move freely. ``Sleep y/n, you just need to sleep.’
“Sleep well y/n and don’t worry I won’t throw my limbs on top of you.” the mattress next to me dipped inwards, he had lied down, probably facing the other side I hope. Opening my eyes I looked at his face, so close to me… I really hate this guy.
I hate him because firstly he didn’t face the other side, secondly he made me feel all these weird things for him and thirdly, he didn’t keep his promise. After he had fallen asleep and probably I was too I felt his arms curling around my torso as he shifted closer to me.
I even heard him mumbling something along the lines of "It's time to stop lying to ourselves." Maybe I was dreaming, maybe not but I couldn’t care less right now because he felt warm, and I liked that warmth. Maybe he isn’t that bad, maybe I shouldn’t hate him this much.
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nct dream | nct 127 | wayv
100 follower event 🌷
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Also another one for Rolan, since some people seem to have a mod that replaces Gale with Rolan or something? I've only seen screenshots... Anyway, how does Rolan's magic play into his romantic life? Is he also into super weird astral projection threesomes? Does he summon pianos to play music in the background? Does he entangle his partner? Questions upon questions
I think I've come across that mod while modding my own game! I considered figuring out how to use it to kiss Dammon and then decided not to, maybe I should reconsider? Either way, I hope you enjoy the headcannons even if half of them are SFW, I actually used my new mechanical keyboard to write them instead of my phone (this fancy keyboard makes me so excited lmao)
NSFW under the cut
CW: Double penetration, Voyeurism, clone sex, bondage
Everyday magic with Rolan
SFW
Rolan LOVES some mundane magic, any opportunity is a good time to practise his magic
Your houseplants are looking a little sad? Don’t worry, he’ll use a spell to summon some water for them
You don’t have enough hands to multitask cooking a fancy dinner? He’s ready to help and doesn’t even need to stand
You hate cleaning the much too high up windows in Ramaziths Tower? Rolan has that handled too, don’t worry about it
He’s always looking for new ways to reinvent spells and impress those around him and that extends to his domestic duties as well
Sometimes, if he’s feeling a little cheesy, he’ll summon a gentle gust of wind to knock you off balance just enough for him to swoop in all romantically and be your prince charming
You’ll also generally find him perusing his library with an assortment of books and quills floating near him, or being moved off to the side when he doesn’t have need of them anymore
Mind your head if he doesn’t know you’re there, the room is essentially filled with projectiles
Rolan is also a master at summoning things over to his desk as he works so he never has to get himself up
That is, until you insist on dragging him away for a break
NSFW
If you don’t think Rolan uses his magic during sex then you don’t know this man
He loves some good vanilla love making, and it’s usually his go to, but using his magic simply adds some spice to things
Rolan is fully willing to make a magic clone of himself for the sole purpose of fucking you, whether he’s off to the side simply watching or getting in on the action himself he’s happy either way
He’s surprisingly into spitroasting you with his clone, especially when he gets to tease you as you’re moaning around said clone
Another thing he’s into is double penetration, there’s nothing Rolan loves more than seeing you spread out and taking two of his cocks
That’s not the extent of how he can use his talents in the bedroom however, far from it
Having magic abilities also makes bondage much, much easier luckily for Rolan
He could work it out ‘the normal way’ if he wanted, but this wizard would rather just skip to the good part
Silk ropes or thorned vines, Rolan just loves to see you bound and at his mercy, writhing with every touch of his skilled fingers
You’ll be feeling the fleeting touches of fingertips over sensitive spots for what seems to be hours (but is truly mere minutes) before he finally pulls you against him and has his way with you
Rolans not usually one for manhandling, rathering sweet kisses and declarations of love while taking care of your needs in bed, but using his magic in these ways lights a particular fire in him
Hopefully you’re able to hang on for the ride
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Skz hyung line reacting to their so falling asleep on them.
Hey yall, sorry I was literally dead for the past week+ I kinda sorta forgot tumblr existed :D
Anyways i was daydreaming the other day and was like *Le Gasp* i could write this for my tumblr.
So that's why this is here
Enjoy?
Warnings: some cursing,
Maknae line will be linked here when i write it :3
Chan
Ok
Imagine this
You've just come home from a long day out with your friends
And you are EXHAUSTED
You walk through the door and just want to find Chan and sleep
Same
You wander around the house untill you find him working at his computer
You just flop down onto him
And he's like ??
Because you just came in and sat on him
I feel like he would be kinda concerned?
Especially if your not really cuddly or a napper
But because your already falling asleep you don't pay attention to his worry
He would just end up still working with you sleeping on him because the grind cant stop
He would rub your back😌
I feel like he would do it unconsciously
Or he would just hold you
If another member walks in he's just like >:(
Because your sleeping and he thinks they'll wake you up
My boi has got some trust issues
But when you wake up he's just 🥰
Because you look so cute and he's glad your okay
But he wants you to stay on his lap
You trapped there >:>
He would secretly hope you fall asleep avain so he can look doen at you while you sleep because he just finds it so cute
😭
Minho
This man-
He would love it
No doubt 😔👍
The two of you would be walking back from a date but it would be really late at night
You would keep yawning and he would keep laughing at you because you said you weren't tired as you yawn again
By the time you got back you would be leaning on him
You got home and just wanted to lay down on the floor
But he wouldn't let you
He would drag you to the bathroom and make you get un-ready
Then he would finally lead you to your shared bedroom
You would just fall onto the bed and lay there on top of the sheets
Meanwhile Minho just sits down on his side of the bed and pulls a whole ass book out
?
He's just planning to read while you suffer?
Yes
Is he even a reader?
Ok wait i actually don't know *insert frantic skz wiki search*
*Still has no clue*
*cries*
Anyways
He would pull out a book and start reading it
Meanwhile you would drag yourself across the bed to him and sit on his lap
*immediately falls asleep*
He would be mildly sirprised
He knew you were tired but he didn't know you were this tired
Feels kinda guilty because he kept you up for so long
Abandons the book and watches TV instead
Cradles you in his arms😭
He would try to hold you in his arms as tight as possible
He tries not to fall asleep because he wants to keep looking at your sleeping face smooshed against his shoulder
But eventually falls asleep because he's also tired
Like Chan if you wake up before him you wont be able to get out of his arms
Even in sleep he doesn't want to let you go☻
If he wakes up first he'll go right back to staring at your face
But he would eventually fall back asleep and you would just sleep in each others arms
:3
Changbin
🥺
He would be tired with you
You would be watching a movie together
And your eyes would keep getting heavier and heavier
Untill you half fell asleep but were still trying to stay awake
And he can tell your half asleep and just find it so cute😭👍
But hes also tired
So when you do eventually fall asleep he takes it as a sign to turn the movie off
You would snuggle into him in your sleep
Hug him
Please
In your sleep
Because if you do
He would just 🥰🥰 melt
You would both fall asleep on the couch and almost fall off in the middle of the night
Because the couch cant hold Binnies buffness
I think he would put himself on the outside so if anyone was to fall it would be him
You would just wake up in the middle of thr night to a THUNK
As he hits the ground
And then he would get back on the couch only for it to happen again a couple hours later😭
Give this man a break
Lets just say neither of you got very much sleep that night
But when he wakes up to you in his arms it makes up for all the lost hours of sleep and bruises
He's whipped🥰
Hyunjin
He would be ✨painting✨
And you would just want some Jinnie time
But he's painting
But your tired after working all day
BUT hes painting
But your already outside the door to his studio
BUT HES PAINTING
...
Anyways you break the door down-
And walk in to find him
Hes sitting on the floor infront of a canvas
He looks up at you like (°ヘ°) did i do something wrong?
But you just plop onto his lap
And hes confuzled
But your already comfy somehow?
So your already drifting off
I think he would try to talk to you for a little while bit then realise your asleep and feel embarrassed because he was talking to you
He would wrap an arm around your waist
He would pull you closer and hold you tight
Did anyone catch that red lights reference? Nevermind it was kinda vauge
He might turn you into a piece of art tho so be cafeful
I've learned from past experiences not to sit still next to and artist because they WILL try to draw you -me, an artist
He would take pictures of you sleeping on him
Wether for art reference of just because you were cute you never quite know
But he would keep looking doen at you while he paints and just...🥰
*starts painting*
*looks down*
*🥰*
*repeat 143 times*
You get the idea
If you wrap your arms around his neck when you wake up and smile at him he may combust
Just a warning
👌
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Unread Letters To The Emperor
Mini Series Masterlist
Emperor Blade (yingxing) x Empress Reader
Chapter One: To My Beloved Empress
Word count: 1675
Author’s note: Happy reading readers!
⚠️Warnings⚠️: Death, time-skips, Blade giving everyone a cold shoulder, fluff, angst and use of alcohol , talk of children, having a slight baby fever if you squint
The sheets were as cold and unwarming as always, and tonight was just like all the other evenings you've experienced.
Alone in a larger chamber than you had previously had, you failed to like it because the emperor had chosen the room's décor.
It's not because you didn't like it.
It seemed like a waste.
What a waste of hope that the emperor will cast a light between you two and talk about xianzhou and how he was raised over a cup of tea in the garden.
It was simply wishful thinking that an empress should not care about the affairs of the emperor and should only focus on her duties.
A waste since you couldn't curl up in his arms at night and mumble cutesy phrases like in the book you read. The life in the palace wasn't romantic and bright as in the novels; instead, it was a huge dark hole that swallowed your light so that you could become the puppeteer's next puppet.
A few months had passed since your marriage, but it felt like a year. Love in the palace was difficult, especially if it had never existed in the first place. Everything was a political game. When will you ever escape this pit of loneliness?
It was overwhelming.
It wouldn't hurt to take a stroll through the gardens instead of closing your eyes, would it? You got up and covered your thinly nightgown with a robe.
Not a single person could be seen in the corridor, and the moonlight passing the windows was the sole source of light.
You came to a stop there; the new portrait of you and the emperor was in the center of the stairway.
You can't deny that the two of you appeared desirable together, yet the very thought of it made your heart hurt.
"What are you doing?”
"I intended to stroll through the garden" you uttered, a slight scowl appearing on your lips.
Blade was silent for a short while, and even though you weren't sure if he was judging you, you still felt weak in his presence. He was tall and
When did he become so attractive?
"This late in the evening? with flimsy sleepwear?"
Your robe, which you use as a cover, became undone, revealing your chest and collarbone. Your cheeks burned scarlet, and you hastily covered it up again. The emperor watched in dismay as you panicked.
Blade replied in an impassive voice, "Don't cause any trouble; I don't like cleaning up messe” As he left, a strong smell of alcohol linger in the air.
Even though the smell was strong, he managed to walk and scold you, leading you to believe that he had a high tolerance for alcohol.
You might be able to adjust to this palace and loneliness.
———
Before you knew it, two years had gone by since you and the emperor were married, and during those two years as an empress, the public adored you.
Mostly, the mask you put on, along with the staged laughs and smiles you showed them, made it impossible for them to tell which side of you was fake or real since they never got to know you in the first place.
The longer this continued, the more you began to lose yourself in the high heels that blistered your feet, the fitted clothes you wore, and the diet you followed.
However, even though it hurts, a smile can make up for the emperor's ignorance and the mountain of papers at your office.
As an empress, it was expected of you to be flawless, pretending about everything until the point where you lose the last bit of your sanity that has kept you this far.
Sometimes you cry yourself to sleep until you can no longer cry, considering you're drained. Other nights, you sit up late writing in a diary to remind yourself that you're still alive.
Just like now, the celebration did not feel like it was one, even though everyone brought gifts and expressed congratulations to the empress and emperor on their milestones, to which you could only nod and smile.
If the emperor and empress were strangers to one another, what was there to feel happy about?
A waiter came up to you and offered you a glass of wine, which you eagerly accepted after you excused yourself from the guests you were now entertaining.
Blade saw you standing around five feet away from each other, staring at no one in particular, but he did manage to get a glimpse of your figure as you swirled the crimson liquid gently before taking a sip.
You committed a mistake there.
The wine, or should I say poisoned, had a strong effect on you. The glass broke on the floor, and your body fell like a feather, with blurry vision and struggling to breathe.
As everyone gasped and cried out for aid, you were on your dying breath, and your vision was fixed on the emperor, who was still; all you could do was stare at him with a single tear falling from your eye.
Did he really hate you that much?
———
The empress's death didn't concern Blade in Jing Yuan's eye. He watched as the emperor placed a white rose on your open casket, emotionless, hearing the people behind him crying and talking about on how your death was so sudden.
He waited for Blade in the corner hallway, ready to investigate.
“Jing yuan” blade spoke as he eyed the general; he didn't expect him to be here, especially at this time when the general gazed at the emperor.
"My condolences, your highness; have you found any witnesses?" Jing Yuan spoke loudly and clearly, and the emperor realized what it meant.
“What was the empress to you?”
“Does it matter general?” The emperor replied no hint of remorse
That was the only answer Jing Yuan needed to confirm his theory: he wasn't talking to the a friend; he knew he was talking to the emperor, who showed no symptoms of mourning.
For Jingyuan, everything fell into place. Did the emperor kill the empress? If so, why was he silent when you were dying?
Blade walked away from the general, uninterested in what he had to say. Everything has been chaotic since your passing, and it has only been three days. He passed by the half-covered portrayal of you and him.
The two of you looked exceptional together, he thought, staring at the opposite part, where your form was barely visible due to the curtains shutting and the portrait getting ready to be removed.
Why was everybody fond of you?
It was silent, his office door was open, and it was odd that no one could enter until he specifically said so. In truth, he was restless. When you were here, he had time to relax, even for a few minutes.
Dan Feng was positioned at the window of his office, glancing at the vase touching the flower as it wilted and lost its color.
"The empress did a good job taking care of the flowers, although they're starting to die” Dan Feng pondered, looking back at the emperor.
"Apologize for my intrusion, your highness. I came here to pass on my condolences"
"Leave"
The Vidyadhara withdrew before he could say what he had come for.
Blade sighed as he watched him go, wondering why it was that the mere mention of you set him off. His hand found its way to his hair, pulling his long locks through his finger. There had never been an issue when you were here.
———
He was told by his butler, "Your highness the empress left a diary and a few letters attached to the pages; it might be valuable." He accepted the item and left to give the emperor privacy.
He never imagined you kept a journal like this. As he traced the patterns on the cover, he noticed how cold it was and wondered if your warmth would help.
It was strange; the maids were nowhere to be seen, and the gardener you were close to failed to maintain the herbs and rows of roses you enjoyed.
The entries were like any other diary—a brief rumble about your day and things you found hysterical. Blade found himself half smiling and felt like he knew you after reading the first few pages.
— entry 25
"I'm getting married. Will I do okay? I need to be ideal so that the emperor would acknowledge me.
— entry 32
The palace was not for the kindhearted; my feet ached from the blisters on my heels, my clothing was too tight, and I missed eating sweets, but I have to maintain a diet for the emperor.
— entry 44
I went to an orphanage today. Everyone was thrilled to see me. The children's laughter was like music to my ears, and their lovely thank-yous were all I needed to hear.
I want to be near you, Emperor, and for the daughter we won't raise, she will wait for your care—the son you never sought.
—
Reading the empress journal was an emotional rollercoaster. Why would you keep this to him? Your fears, insecurities, and concerns
He couldn't stand the guilt; it was eating him alive. Why didn't he move when you were dying? With your begging eyes, you looked for him even as you died.
It was the first and last time he witnessed your tears.
How can he cast a light between you two if he is the shadow of your light?
Yingxing was an emperor who mastered the art of swords, from crafting them to wielding them. He knew that changing the past would affect the future, and he knew who could help him.
His darling empress, he vowed to change for the better even if you did not end up in his arms at the end of the day, seeing you alive.
It was all he needed, and it was worth it.
"Prepare a boat; I want to visit the high elder now" His voice was commanding enough to make his long-time butler shudder.
#ᗯiᒪᒪoᗯ#hsr x reader#blade x reader#honkai star rail x reader#dan heng x reader#emperor blade#jing yuan x reader#yingxing x reader
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12 days of kolowv: day 4
my baby @theapocryphaofantares's birthday is in four days, and because i love him with all my heart he gets a small microfic every day until he gets his big present on his actual birthday.
prompt: sugarcoat | jegulus | words: 1,148
“You’re doing it again,” Regulus murmurs while lying on the couch. James is on the opposite side, rubbing Regulus’ ankle with one hand while holding a book in the other.
James hums, his focus still on his book, his fingers softly grazing Regulus’ skin. Regulus playfully shakes his foot, trying to get his boyfriend’s attention. James sighs, looking over at Regulus with a look that’s supposed to show that he’s annoyed, but he can’t help it—all it showed was adoration instead.
“What?” James says, setting his book on the coffee table.
“You’re doing that thing,” Regulus says. “You know.”
“No, I don’t know,” James replies. He turns his body to where his back is leaning against the arm of the couch. The two of them start intertwining their legs, and even though it’s uncomfortable, James has no intention of moving. “Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to guess?”
“That thing where you get in your head,” Regulus replies. “I could tell by the way your leg was shaking earlier.”
“That obvious, huh?”
Regulus sits up a little straighter, blinking a few times. “No. I know you.”
And that’s the thing, right? James Potter has known Regulus since they were kids—his best friend’s brother whom he just happened to fall in love with on the way to adulthood. James sometimes forgets how long they’ve known each other. They know what makes the other person tick, they know what makes the other person calm down—James knows Regulus like the back of his hand.
And Regulus never fails to remind him that he knows James better than anyone. He knows that James bites the skin off his chapped lips when he’s anxious—or the way that he shakes his leg when he doesn’t know where else to channel his nervousness. Regulus knows that James has the tendency to get in his head, and the only way that James can get over it and move on is by talking about it.
Something that James absolutely fucking hates.
“It’s nothing—”
“James,” Regulus interrupts. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Sugarcoat what you’re feeling,” Regulus answers, sighing. Untangling their legs, Regulus moves spots on the couch, making himself comfortable sitting between James’ legs. Regulus leans his head on James’ chest and looks up at him, and James could fall in love a million times over with him and it would never get old.
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are,” Regulus says, grabbing one of James’ hands, and intertwining their fingers. He squeezes James’ hand, as if to remind him that he’s still here and present and willing to listen. “We talked about this.”
James presses a delicate kiss on Regulus’ hair while he runs his thumb over Regulus’ knuckles. “I’m just…anxious.”
“Okay, we’re getting somewhere,” Regulus says. “What are you anxious about, exactly?”
And James doesn’t know how to verbalize that he’s scared Regulus is going to wake up one day and realize that he’s not worth it anymore.
It’s so stupid—absolutely ridiculous. Regulus has been with James for years, and what’s really triggering all of these emotions is that James is planning on proposing tomorrow. They have a trip planned to go to the local arboretum that’s out by a beach, and James rented the place out so that they could have some privacy. He wants to be able to tell Regulus just how much he loves him without an audience (he’s aware that Sirius and Remus will probably show up, but that’s a given at this point).
“You’re in your head again,” Regulus says, his voice bringing James back from his thoughts.
“I love you.”
Regulus pauses, and James watches as his chest rises and falls and he thinks that this is it—the moment that Regulus thinks he’s not worth anything, being with him was a waste of time—
“Oh, I see,” Regulus finally says. He starts to play with James’ fingers, tapping on them gently and caressing his hand. “James, are you aware how much I love you?”
“Well, yeah—”
“Liar,” Regulus states. “You’re a horrible liar.”
“I do know how much you love me.”
“Then why do you keep thinking I’m going to leave?” Regulus asks, and James feels all the air in his lungs leave and he’s tense now. Regulus can tell, because he brings James’ hand up to his lips and presses a kiss on his knuckles. “I’m going to make myself clear.”
“Okay.”
“I am yours,” Regulus tells him. “I am yours, forever and eternally. You can check the closets all you want for a packed suitcase, and you can stare at me until you think I’m going to get up and walk out that door, but I swear to you none of that is ever going to happen. I’m not sure where you got this idea that I’ll wake up one day and not want you, because you’re all that I want. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“I’m sorry,” James says, it comes out as quiet as a whisper.
“I don’t want you to be sorry,” Regulus replies. “I want you to remember that I love you. You show me every day how much you love me in your own way, and I need you to allow me to show you in my way. Will you let me do that?”
“Yeah,” James breathes out. “Yeah, I will.”
“How long have we been together?”
James snorts. “I don’t know—like, five years?”
“And how long have we known each other?”
“Since I was eleven.”
“You’re wrong,” Regulus says, looking up at him. “We’ve known each other and have been together in every lifetime, every universe.”
“That’s so cheesy,” James murmurs, kissing Regulus’ forehead. Regulus waves his hand, trying to whack James’ head. “What? It is.”
“Whatever,” Regulus says, rolling his eyes. “I mean it, James. I need you to work on not having these thoughts anymore. You’re worth more than you think. I know you have a hard time thinking so, but you do deserve the love that is being given to you.”
“I love you.”
“And I love you.”
They spend the rest of their night together, curled up in each other and whispering sweet words. They kiss each other until their lips are screaming at them to quit. They touch each other as if they’ll fall apart if they stop mapping out every inch of each other. And it’s at this moment that James understands—the more that he kisses Regulus, touches Regulus—that he was right: in every lifetime, every universe, they’re meant to be.
#kolowv tag <3#india's writing#the marauders#the marauders era#12 days of kolowv#harry potter#jegulus#jegulus fanfic#jegulus fanfiction#starchaser#sunseeker#james potter x regulus black#regulus black x james potter#marauders fanfiction#marauders fic#marauders era#james potter#regulus black#regulus x james#james x regulus
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Hello, can i have a hcs on how the wind breaker boys of your choice simping to an otaku reader who also is a fan of 2d boys. I hope you have a great time writing it! Thank you for writing wind breaker!
Yes, of course! Enjoy <3 I also added some other headcanons, because your idea was so fun!
wind breaker boys x otaku reader | headcanons
tw: none, reader insert, english is not my native language
he was so clueless about anime and manga… i don't even know how to explain it. when he happened to see a manga on your desk at school, he thought it was a coloring book. later, you explained to him that it was a manga you had been reading for a few days. the next day he appeared next to your desk "hey l/n-san, what theory do you have for the next chapter?" since then, the topic of manga and anime has been your favorite and brought you much closer ─── sakura, sugishita
he'll make you ponyo's hot honey milk and you'll watch old ghibli movies together ─── umemiya, togame, nirei, mitsuki
he will order you two issues of your favorite manga with the volume that has your favorite character. one for him and one for you. he is going to simp together with you ─── mitsuki, nirei
he'll give you weird looks as you walk around the house in your favorite character's clothes you ordered online. you cook with these clothes, you go out shopping with these clothes. "damn, are they comfortable at all?" once while you were in the bathroom he secretly decided to try on these clothes and he really liked it. well, since then you like to cosplay together ─── choji, sugishita
loves to watch anime together, especially older ones. there are nights when you do a nostalgia marathon and start commenting about your favorite characters, characters you hated, theories, etc. for several days after this nostalgic marathon, you've been sending each other anime memes ─── SUO, CHOJI, togame, umemiya
one day while you were watching the new episode of your favorite anime, you stopped at the scene where your favorite character appeared. you started looking at him carefully, enjoying and admiring his beauty. however your boyfriend noticed you. "hmm" he said and looked at the male figure, secretly comparing himself to your favorite character. in the morning when you woke up, you found that your boyfriend dyed his hair the same color as your anime crush. "why?" you asked him and played with his new hairstyle and giving him puppy eyes. "what? you don't like my new hairstyle? i-i just wanted a change! thats all." only if he could admit that he actually was jealous ─── SAKURA, hiragi
when someone says they think you're weird because you like anime, your bf is going to scream out loud to them: "your opinions are fan theories" ─── SUO, mitsuki, togame
will buy you a keychain with your favorite character on it for your birthday ─── umemiya, togame, nirei
you like doing anime hairstyles and you often watch tutorial tiktok videos. he helps you with your hairstyle, and then he does a whole photo shoot/session for you ─── choji, umemiya
#zoshka!#live laugh love umemiya#winbre#wind breaker x reader#wind breaker headcanons#umemiya hajime headcanons#umemiya hajime x y/n#umemiya hajime x reader#sakura haruka x reader#sakura haruka x y/n#sakura haruka headcanons#hayato suo x reader#hayato suo x y/n#jo togame x y/n#jo togame x reader#choji tomiyama x reader#choji tomiyama x y/n#toma hiragi headcanons#toma hiragi x y/n#toma hiragi x reader#kyotaro sugishita x reader#kyotaro sugishita x y/n#akihiko nirei x reader#akihiko nirei x y/n#wind breaker (satoru nii)#mitsuki kiryu x reader#mitsuki kiryu x y/n
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probably overthinking this subject but is it weird that i kind of don’t like most mxtx extras and tend to disregard them from what i imagine as the canon characters in my head and that i wish more fics did the same?
for example, i would love to see more post-canon scum villain fics that reimagined shen qingqiu’s journey of becoming more comfortable with his sexuality and with binghe all the way to their wedding starting right from the end of the main story. while the scum villain extras do have very nice moments (i do love the bingmei vs bingge conflict, sqq watching lbh’s memories in the dreamscape, the moments in between, etc), the extras just don’t feel fully satisfying and instead just seem like mxtx if providing the fan service that she left out of the main story. as is her right of course!
but i feel this lacking most significantly in the mdzs extras. so many missed opportunities for her to have rounded out the world and side characters, explored another layer of emotional depth with the main couple, whatever else, and we just got….incense burner and some other, much less memorable, stuff. not to mention that, while i’ve come to accept that wangxian in the book is incredibly different from their dynamic in the censored cdrama, the extras just kind of reinforce almost solely the physicality of their relationship and none of their actual day-to-day interactions as a couple or the emotional hurdles they still inevitably must cross together.
tgcf’s extras are the least offensive to me but they are also not super interesting to me. though hualian in general is probably the least interesting to me postcanon anyway since, more than wangxian and bingqiu, they seem quite in tune emotionally by the end of tgcf and so less opportunity for tension in that regard. but also the extras here being included in my perception of them doesn’t really negate the way i prefer their relationship to progress postcanon, unlike the other two couples.
anyway, this might make sense to no one at all and if so, ignore me. and if you love the extras for any or all of these, so happy for you and a little jealous! i guess my main point is that, while obviously they’re extras and just not meant to be integral to the overall story, i think that mxtx’s determination to just write what is effectively shitposting for her characters as extras is kind of frustrating to include in canon when in my mind, these couples are just entering these lifelong relationships, and there are still many things to unpack and learn about each other, and the extras just don’t align with how i think those relationships would go based on the main story, and so i wish more postcanon fan content pretended they didn’t exist lol…does anyone have similar feelings or am i just thinking too deeply about this…?
#and i want to note here that this isn’t me being anti-smut#but i cannot deny that mxtx giving her characters the wildest most ridiculous sex scenes#while laughable and shocking#doesn’t have NO effect on the characterization of these characyers#and I would argue has a sort of diminishing effect#like fan service is fine and kind of what extras are for UNTIL it’s at the expense of the characters ig#but again I need to touch grass so whatever#mxtx#mdzs#tgcf#svsss#heaven official's blessing#scum villain’s self saving system#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#mo dao zu shi#tian guan ci fu#ren zha fanpai zijiu xitong#lily posts#extras#meta
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X-Men 97 Episode 9 Thoughts
Ooff, I have some very complicated feelings about all of this. But unsurprisingly I have a lot to say about Rogue...
When I read that Beau DeMayo's favorite comic book was X-Men #25 I figured two things were going to happen -- that they'd get Magneto to pull out Wolverine's adamantium and that Rogue would play the Colossus role of going with Magneto.
And, the more I think about it -- this entire season was crafted to get to that moment - the moment of Magneto pulling out Wolverine's adamantium. It just feels like everything was written around one dude's past traumas. And I mean, while I'm not happy with the guy - I do get how you end up doing that with fiction.
Shame that X-Men #24 wasn't his favorite. We'd be having a whole different discussion...
I understand how we got here. I understand Rogue's grief and her in story decision making (mostly). I understand what the writers were going for. But, my god, it just sucks. It sucks that they did this to her. It sucks that this show needs to compress so much into so little time that there's no real time to let the show breathe and form organically. It sucks that they've isolated her as a character so that the grief would consume her so that we'd get to this point.
Rogue dreaming about feeling Remy and waking up only for Nightcrawler to tell her it isn't real broke me. Rogue in that trench coat broke me. Rogue deciding to go with Magneto so she could play the Colossus role -- and the fact that Remy died so she could get there - makes me angry.
It's not about love triangle shenanigans, I'm glad that that's really not a part of it. But they did the whole triangle for her to have it make /more/ sense that she'd do it. Because sans that, she wouldn't have. It was written purposely so she'd be in a mental state where it narratively does make (some) sense that she'd go with Magneto.
And I just... thanks, I hate it.
But also, I don't know where we go from here? The X-Men beat Bastion in the finale. Yay? At what cost? They've clearly set up Onslaught, which, yeah, okay, let's do that mess. But character wise... where do we go from here? What do you do with Rogue's character now?
I mean, there are some answers. I don't really love any of them for her.
X-Men, despite all the darkness, always was about hope. And I'm wondering where the hope in this series is. Because despite grand standing speeches from Xavier, I don't see it. If the finale can't give us any of that, then I don't see a reason to go on watching. Which really does break my heart :(
*sigh*
Some other things:
I do kind of love Rogue's non-reaction to the fact that Magneto is alive. it's just so glossed over. Due to the time compression, the writing of this show, while it has moments, isn't as even as people make it out to be.
I do kind of wonder if we'll get a scene with Rogue standing at Remy's grave, only for him to not be in it.
I'm glad Storm is back, she's the only character (along with Nightcrawler) that I really care about in this mess. (Obvs beyond Rogue)
I'm sad Storm didn't have any reaction to Remy's death though.
I did like the little Storm and Jean moment - such a good friendship, so sad that we only saw two minutes of it the entire season.
I feel like this show misses the mark on women... were there any in the writer's room??
...did they really just kill off Jean again? *sigh* (There's no body though...)
The blue and gold teams thing made me laugh for some reason. Oh, they're just pushing so hard to make things happen only for it to feel hollow.
Idk, I just feel meh about everything else, tbh.
#x men 97 spoilers#x men 97#xmen#rogue#anna marie lebeau#marvel meta#i have more detailed thoughts that maybe i'll write about when I get home#for now - life must go on
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req: Hi I really liked your fic with Athena and I would like the same fic with Hades if you don't mind. Thanks in advance!
yandere PJO! Hades x demigod! darling 💀🐺👑 - general hcs
I would like to start off by establishing that I truly and firmly believe that Hades would NEVER hurt you or torture you like some of the other gods and goddesses *agressive coughing* Athena, Ares and Hera *more aggresive coughing*
Well and truly he is too in love with you to even THINK about that
I mean have you seen how he reacted to Persephone hating him at the start of their relationship???
Anyways, I believe that the way you would meet is if you were a mother figure to Nico
Nico was immediately drawn to you, an older camper who had stayed back to help Chiron as a counsellor
You weren't afraid of him like most other councellors, rather, like Percy and Annabeth, you saw him as more of what he was; a child who just needed love and affection, a neglected and abandoned child who had to grow up too soon
He's rightfully suspicious and offstanding to you at first but if you act the correct way around him, he definitely takes to you
He starts opening up to you about different things, how he felt about his sister's death, how he felt about Jason's death and how he was struggling to see the point in anything
Comforting him at any time late in the night because he's anxious and depressed and being the one to introduce him to Will also helps :)
I think after he starts dating Will is when he takes you to introduce you to his dad because he finally feels like he has a mother
And that is when you, unfortunately, catch the attention of the Lord of the Dead himself
It's very very hard to gain Nico's trust, considering what he's been through, Hades knew you must have a heart of gold or atleast cared about Nico to have one around him
He finds you intriguing, the way you stand tall to him and only give him a stiff bow, how you roam about and talk to his ghoul servants with ease and of course, how well you're able to take care of and calm down Nico
So his inner stalker starts acting up and he starts sending his servants to spy on you, following you around in the darkness, watching you in the shadows, showing up in your dreams, resulting in them melting into nightmares
Waking up trembling and sweating because of the horrifying creatures and distant memories tormenting you :(
Hades hates tormenting (traumatizing) you but he can't really help it since he needs to know your routine to kidnap you
Actually, I don't know why I censored that, he does kidnap you
He basically sends his furies on your ass which sucks for you but he had no choice
Like imagine just having a quiet, comfortable time in your cabin, all alone with just a nice book and your favourite drink
And then screeching she-demons descend on you and literally drag you all the way to the underworld
Of course, you were having absolutely NONE of that, kicking and screaming
But he gets you eventually
As soon as they deposited you in your bedroom, the man himself comes to see you
Hades confesses to you immediately and tells you he loves you
You immediately remember the story of Persephone and shove him away in horror
From then on, it's just a never ending cycle of him trying to win you over with his wealth and confessions of undying love
Visiting your bedroom everyday with flowers from Persephone's garden
They're beautiful of course but that doesn't mean you'll forgive him
Chucking things from your incredibly expensive bedroom at him while he just stands there and stares at you sadly before leaving
Yelling at him and begging for him to take you back home but he just shakes his head no and apologizes to you over and over
This could go either of two ways, depending on the kind of person you are
1. You keep fighting against him until you finally give in, accepting your situation and deciding to make the most of it
2. You accept his love, thinking that it's better to have undying love than mortal love
He'll be delighted when you finally storm out of your room and go to his throne room, calmly informing him that you accept his proposal
He ADORES you
He's very clingy and he wants you in the throne room with him at all times
He's the kind of person to stare at you for hours and get completely distracted from his job
Like most of the times, you're gonna have to be the one to interview the souls who come to meet him because he's too busy gazing at you
He loves being romantic and will wake you up every day with flowers
He isn't very touchy-feely, he's more of a gift giver kind of person
I mean, he's the god of wealth for god's sake
He will literally get you ANYTHING you want
Even if it's sold out EVERYWHERE, he will personally commission Hephaestus to make it for you
Literally dream of anything, anything that you could possibly want and boom, the next morning, you wake up with it on your bedside table
All he wants in return is a little kiss every day and you telling him you love him
He's one of the gods who will let you roam the above world
He knows that he treats you so well, you'll come back to him anyways
He loves taking you on romantic dates to literally any place you want
Renting out the Eiffel tower just for the two of you is quite the common occurrence, it's his favourite place for a date <3
Complete gentleman, notices everything about you and will literally just chuck money at people, gods, ghosts and monsters alike to make whatever you want happen
Even the slightest show of affection from you is enough to make this poor god pass OUT
Like imagine picking a pretty flower from the above world for him and presenting it to him in the throne room??
He almost fainted of happiness and immediately ordered it to be planted in the royal garden so he could go and gaze at it for eternity
He's in the seventh heaven when you tell him you love him
For everyone wondering what's going on on the Persephone aspect of things, I think she'd be pretty damn pissed at first
Not only because he kidnapped ANOTHER girl
But also because that's her husband??
But unlike Minthe, he actually defends you and refuses to let her hurt you or turn you into a plant and crush you
Eventually, depending on your behaviour and attitude towards her, Persephone will either hate you but not do anything about it, learn to tolerate you OR she'll love you <3
Maybe a little too much....
I mean, you caught her husband's eye....so surely there's something about you that intrigues her too....
But that's a good thing!.....right?
Good luck to you if she ends up turning yandere for you because she is definitely not as soft-hearted and non-violent as Hades
Either way, living in the underworld turns out not to be so bad, especially when you can wander around in your choice of clothes all day, throw money around on things you want, living in a gigantic palace decorated to your design and basically do whatever you like in return for loving an actually really sweet god
Y'know, even if it IS completely filled with spirits and zombies
But that's just minor details in exchange for literally anything in the world....right?
Also, Cerberus ADORES you
Even if you have dog allergies, since he isn't technically a real dog, his 'fur' doesn't affect you
Will follow you around everywhere, begging for pets with all 6 of those cute puppy eyes
Also loves playing fetch :3
Once Nico found out that his father kidnapped you, his reaction was something along the lines of silent, shocked staring
"Nico...I can expla-"
"What. The. Fu-"
He gets used to it pretty fast, he's used to his father's weird, obsessive antics by now
And besides, it just means he gets to spend more time with you <3
I have this irrelevant hc that he likes dragging you with him to his father's throne room and giving him a forceful makeover, just to embarrass him
Hades puts up with it, mostly because he's a softie
In terms of punishments and such, the only time he'd really get pissed is if you tried cheating on him
Like he is so whipped for you that he is willing to let anything slide...except for disloyalty
Even then, the most he'll do is isolate you
He really can't keep himself away from you either
Mostly, he'll just send his minions to guard you a lot more
Which is just more inconvenient and annoying than anything mentally damaging
Overall, he's one of the tamest yanderes in terms of Greek gods
He really doesn't want to hurt you, he just wants you to stay with him forever
He's just clingy :)
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