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dashofmonsters · 2 years

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The Long Road- Pt. 9

Male Naga x F!Reader

You were expecting a lot worse when Enyn said that your father was fighting Isa, but this is just sad.

Mr. Gohar and an orc are holding your blabbering father back while he's crying and yelling obscene things at Isa who is being held back by Helena because Silas' mother is throwing what looks like a basket of herbs at him.

"Honestly it was much worse a few minutes ago, Isa had smashed a glass against his head and slapped him with her tail. I think she only shirked back a bit because dear Helena got in the middle," Luctux comments as he sips from a mug.

You look at your father and see a small trickle of blood running down the side of his face. Silas squeezes your hand as if to help ease the rising tension building up. It doesn't really help.

"Anything else?" Silas asks the tiefling who only shakes his head. "Right then. My dear, how would you like to handle this?"

For a moment you think about the most peaceful option into breaking this up but you know deep down that won't work. So you start rolling your sleeves back and you hand your staff off to Silas before trudging up to your father.

He's still blabbering on as you walk up to him but the second your fist connects with his cheek he and the entire room silences immediately. His eyes are wide and redden from crying and drinking, his mouth hangs open in shock and his body goes limp.

"No more excuses, no more secrets. Your brother is about to start a fucking war and you're over here acting like an ass because everything is crashing down on you. You don't get to act like this after everything you've kept from the family! You don't get to play the victim because you fucked up! Whatever happened all those years ago, you need to get over it because things are about to get a lot worse!" you yell at him.

His expression goes blank and he begins to fall but Mr. Gohar catches him and sits him on one of the benches.

You turn and notice that Isa and Helena have stilled. Silas' mother holds a bundle of herbs to her chest and gives you a nod, acknowledging that she's net.

"Mr. Gohar, can you see to it that he sobers up please," you smile up at the elderly drider before turning to your brother. "We're going to have a lot of upset people here tomorrow, you know what to do. I'll tell you more about it later... today."

Silas slithers further into the hall and you watch as his mother eyes the armor he's wearing.

"We need to talk, now," is all he says to her, his voice dangerously calm.

Isa straightens herself and sighs, "Yes, I suppose we do."

Peter escorts Helena over to your side as Silas and his mother move to go towards the sitting room you'd been using to study in. Once the door shuts you hear your brother make a clicking noise.

"So how many angry people are we talking about? Ten? Twenty?" Peter gives you an awkward grin.

You shrug, "I'll get a rough number tonight whenever Silas' uncles swing by."

"Anyon and Enyn?" one of the men who had been holding your father back asks.

You and Peter look over and see a group of men huddled together with tight lipped smiles.

"Yeah, we're still here," one of them, the tall elf with a long blond braid waves.

"Oh uh sorry, I just-"

"Don't mind Lir, he just don't like being ignored is all. I'm Gustav by the way, and that's Culann-" the tall broad orc points to a rather thin and lanky dryad who raises a spindly hand. "That's Thurl-" he gestures over to a four armed giant of a man with greyish skin and orc-like features. "And of course that there is Lir, aka sir bitches a lot."

Lir shoots Gustav the finger, "Very rich coming from the one who earned the oh so endearing nickname Cu-"

The entire group quickly jumps him.

"You mad? That's Zale's daughter! If he catches wind of any of us speaking like that in front of her...," Gustav warns Lir.

You roll your eyes, "Yeah no, I worked in a tavern in Melmar. I can damn well guarantee that whatever he was going to say, I've heard worse."

Lir sticks out his arms in defense before crossing them. Gustav just rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "Moving on, I take it there's a lot of things that need to be discussed. Where's uh... where's your mother? Surely she would-"

"Dead, she died giving birth to me," you reply.

Everyone stills and they look as if they'd been punched in the gut.

"No... he would have told us... we would have...," Culann drops to the nearest bench and cradles his head in his hands. The others sway and murmur amongst themselves until Gohar descends the stairs.

"He didn't want to say anything because... it's complicated. More complicated then just being dead," Gohar looks to you with a pained expression. "Your father is one of the rooms, tied up. Don't expect him to be coherent till tomorrow."

"You knew? You knew Silver was dead and you didn't say anything?!" Lir snaps at Gohar and you back up a little.

You start to realize that you're not the only one being effected by these secrets but so many others. Just how far and how long have things been unsaid?

"She's not... It's complicated and then there's the matter of Valen-"

"And where's he? Dead too? What else have you and Zale been hiding?" this time Thurl speaks up, both sets of arms crossed.

The men start barking at Gohar, questioning him and his loyalties to the rest of the crew. You feel Peter tug you back a tad and you look back to see concern and confusion clouding his face.

"Valen's not dead though, right? He went missing... that's what Silas told me... But mom... dad said she-" Peter clutches his head in pain suddenly, wincing as if someone just hit him as hard as they could.

You and Helena help hold him up as he groans in pain, the angry group of men quieting as they watch your brother writhe.

"Mom didn't... she-" Peter let's out a sharp cry and Gohar rushes to his side.

"Stop thinking about it lad, you're going to do more harm to yourself the more you try to figure it out," he tries to pry Peter's hands from his face but it only causes him to jerk back.

"No! No she's not... she was right there! She was-"

Suddenly Peter is crumpling but never hits the ground. Luctux catches him and holds him up.

"What did you do!?" you look to the tiefling who sighs heavily.

"I spared your poor brother a terrible pain. If what Mr. Gohar was insinuating I'm taking it that there's some sort of curse or spell causing some issues?" Luctux looks to the drider as he drags your brother over to the bench Culann is sitting on.

"Something like that. Isa knows more about the situation that this thing has put a lot of people under. But that can wait, right now we have bigger problems. Notus is back and out for blood," Gohar looks to the group and their eyes widen.

"Too many people are getting involved in this," Luctux adds. "Cults and thieves are being added to the ranks causing internal conflict. If things get too out of hand Notus will have the entirety of Malredra in the palm of his hand before a war can even begin."

You remember Charlie telling you about the cults and the one Selia was in. Did the stragglers join with your uncle? How many survived that fight?

"We still have some slim chance for hope right? Kat said that Singred had someone send his message to the king so all we have to do is see what sort of response we get?" you ask.

Luctux shakes his head, "Even if the king responds there's no telling how much good it'll do. Notus is after the royal family, that much we know for certain. The overall end game is much worse."

Silence fills the hall as everyone grasps what to say next. Gustav groans as he folds his arms close to his chest, his nose scrunching. Culann raises his head and rests his spindly hands on his knees.

"I had feared this day would come," Lir clicks and strides forward. "I knew, we all knew that this might happen." The elf pauses before you and puts a hand on your shoulder. "Most of us are old and tired and have seen war before. We know- Knew Notus before the fall of Aella. He loves his family or at least he did. Zale's bargain for peace was like a knife to the back for him so I can't say for certain how safe you and your siblings would be if he knows you exist."

Your gut wrenches and the sour taste of bile crawls up your throat. Part of you had already figured this out, that's why you were glad to see Peter and Helena here but hearing it just makes the whole thing seem more real.

"So what I'm hearing is that it doesn't matter if I'm my father's daughter or not, if I fight I'm still his enemy?" you look Lir dead on and the elf looks stunned.

"She's got a point, regardless of her relation if she fights she fights as one of us," Gohar nods his head.

It's your turn to be stunned as you look passed the elf, "Wait what do you mean?"

Mr. Gohar shrugs, "I can't speak for everyone else but if Notus' is stirring shit like this then it means I can take care of some unfinished business."

The others look at each other and nod and grimace. You look back up to Lir who nods to you as well, "Welcome to the crew of The Dread Maunder."

~~~~~~

You and the few crew members that had made their lives here in Gilli talk, really really talk. They give you more insight to your parents than you ever hoped to get. Mr. Gohar seems to want to steer some topics away but the others are too mad at him to listen and you're honestly thankful for it.

Everything they say hits hard but you take it all in. Lir eventually breaks the conversation for a very late lunch that you, Helena, and Culann make with whatever food survived Isa's wrath from the start of her fight with your father.

Silas and Isa eventually make their way out of the study, both red eyed and tear stained cheeks. Silas makes a beeline towards you as you and Helena take a few trays of food to the dining hall.

"We're about to eat... Peter is uh currently passed out and my dad is upstairs tied up. We can talk later if you'd like," you give him a reassuring smile.

"Ok..." he nods and follows you closely to the dining room that the group had settled into earlier.

Gustav is running his hands through his hair and shaking his head when the three of you enter. His eyes go to Silas for a moment then back to you, "Culann still in the kitchen?"

You nod, "He kept taking over so we just ended up standing there. Helena almost started a fist fight with him."

"Now that's a fight I'd pay to see," Lir snickers and Thurl chuckles.

Helena gives them both the finger after she sets down the trays.

"You must be Valen's boy," Gustav goes over to Silas and clasps his hand on his shoulder. "Good to meet ya lad, now come and sit down. You look like you could use a drink."

The cold sorrow on Silas' face sobers into something calmer and he gives the orc a tight lipped smile, "Thank you, but not right now... That and I'm not much of a fan of alcohol."

Gustav shrugs but ushers Silas over to the table all the same. You take a seat next to him after you set the trays down. You urge him to eat something even if it's just a few bites but he just stares at the food. You sigh to yourself and roll your eyes before tapping his shoulder. He leans down and you whisper, "Don't make me coddle you like a hatchling."

He leans into you and starts laughing, the group of men eyeing the situation with raised brows or knowing grins. Luctux whispers something to Lir who then stands up, "AH! I knew it! I called it! Pay up!"

Both you and Silas look at the elf with confusion.

Culann walks in with a large tray of meats and fish that is unusually ignored by the grumbling men. "What in the nine hells did I miss?"

"Lir won the bet," Gustav points to you and Silas.

The dryad looks at the both of you and grins, "Oh is that so?"

"Wait what bet?" Silas asks.

"The bet that if Silver had a daughter and Valen had a son that they'd get together," Lir crosses his arms in triumph.

"That's a uh... oddly specific bet," you raise a brow.

The group of men shake their heads.

"Valen and Silver were very close, if it weren't for Isa most of us thought those two would have wound up together. That and Silver was very much in love with Zale, to everyone's confusion. Because of that closeness we bet the odds on sons and daughters. Lir of course won. I'd thought Silver would have a son that would get with Valen's daughter, but the damn snake never had anymore kids," Thurl admits.

Silas inhales sharply and clears his throat, "Actually he did have a second clutch."

The room goes quiet and all eyes are on him.

"They're uh...it's-" he pauses and when he looks up you both notice Mr. Gohar standing up.

"They're stuck in the same loop aren't they?" the drider asks.

Everyone's face pales and the tension in the room makes it hard to breathe. Silas nods.

"Don't tell me that idiot went to those ruins? What the hells for?" Lir stands, his chair slamming down to the floor.

"Erinna was dying and the only cure was near the old temple. My mother had mentioned-"

"So Isa sends her husband off to his death?" Lir yells, his voice echoing in the room. "Mabdreger's Temple is an unholy death trap, everyone knows that! I don't care if it's home to a rare herb or godly ass cure, it's a cursed place!"

Mabdreger's Temple, you've only heard of that place a handful of times and no one had anything good to say about it. An ancient place where time doesn't play by the rules, where people have wondered in and never returned or where people walk out of and go mad the second the enter the real world. If Silas' father went there for a cure-

"Then Peter?," Helena whispers and looks to Gohar.

"What about Peter and his mother, how do they tie into this?" She asks.

"Peter and Zale are afflicted with the madness caused by the temple since they were in close proximity whenever Silver vanished. Silver herself is somewhere in the temple, where though, that's anyone's guess. The clutch is also somewhere at the temple as well," Gohar replies, his pale yellow eyes closing as he sinks down. His shoulders sag as if a great weight has been taken off his shoulders and you suppose after holding onto these secrets for years, it has.

"Well fuck," Thurl clicks. "And here I thought this day couldn't get anymore messed up."

Silas looks down at the table with wide eyes, "Oh it can and it will. My uncle still hasn't come by to hash things out with my mom."

Gustav who had been drinking ale spits it out and slams his hand on the table, "Anyon hashing things out with Isa?! The gods take me now! Culann, hide all the cutlery and heavy pans!"

The group starts up again, some still barking at Gohar while others talk about the upcoming fight of the in-laws. Helena tiptoes over to the quiet and observant Luctux who's nibbling on his pipe. He pulls up a seat for her before his eyes go over to you and Silas. He smiles and gestures towards the door as if he knows you're looking for a moment to escape.

You tug on Silas' hand as you stand up and he silently follows you out. It wasn't like you needed a breather from all the information that had been dumped on you or a second to put everything together, but you did need a moment not to think about it. So once you and Silas are further down the hall you tug him down and kiss him.

His moan of surprise against your lips is quickly drowned out by the sound of your heart beat in your ears. You feel him pick you up and deepen the kiss, the breathing between either of you becoming shorter with each kiss. And then you feel a tear.

"Silas?" you cup his face and he winces.

"It's nothing," he nuzzles against you, holding you tighter. "I'm just feeling a lot right now, but this, this helps. You help."

You hug him back, "You help me too. More than you'll ever know."

The both of you just stand there in each other's arms for a good bit before you start peeling away. Your hands linger in his and he brings them up to his lips and he kisses the tips over and over again till you're giggling.

"It's odd that all this stuff is finally getting aired out isn't it," he scrunches his nose.

"Better now then later," you shrug.

"What are we going to do now?" Silas asks.

"I'm going to train with Kat, get my abilities under control so that when it's time I can fight. I don't want to be a liability or left behind or a damsel in distress, that's not who I am," you look up to Silas who and he nods.

"I should probably do the same. I'm not that good at fighting, I'm subpar at best if I'm being honest. Luctux and Selia really carried the party when it came down to actual fights. I also need to expand my use of teleportation since it's pretty useless as is," he grimaces and crosses his arms.

"We both have a lot to work on I guess. It'll be a good distraction, at least for me," you chuckle and lean against the wall.

"Distraction?" Silas inches towards you but you look away and stare blankly out the window.

"Yeah because I really don't want to think about the fact that my mother might not actually be dead or that my uncle wants to kill my family or that my dad and brother are afflicted by some temple magic causing them to become insane and then there's my own personal garbage on top of all of that! I- I'd rather be doing something that can just shut it off for a while," Your eyes sting a bit but you don't dare let a tear slip down as you look back up at Silas. "I wanted the truth and this is what I get! One giant fucking mess... all I wanted to do was travel, get out of Melmar for a while, see the world... Not get involved in a war!"

Your voice echoes down the hall and you feel Silas close in on you, his head dipping down and resting atop your own, "There's nothing I can say right now that'll make any of this better, but maybe once everything is over..." he pauses and inhales sharply. "Once everything is over we can start over and really travel. Go out and see the world with nothing hanging over our heads. Just you, me and George."

A breathy laugh escapes your lips as you look up, "We'll be dragging that poor salamander around the world?"

"He'll love it, he'll get to eat sticks from every continent," Silas chuckles then dips down and kisses your forehead. "Let's just get through all this and then it'll just be us."

Your stomach flips and you feel your heart flutter and your cheeks heat up. His words helped sooth the heaviness you've been feeling with the past being aired out but it does something else to you. You reach up and pull his face down just enough as you stand on your tip toes to kiss him. You feel him smiling against your lips and you feel in that moment that everything will turn out alright.

"Just us, and George," you smile.

"Just us," Silas agrees and tries to kiss you again but a heavy knock to the front door has him bending back with a groan, you laugh.

"That's probably Anyon," you give him a nervous smile.

Silas eyes widen and he scrunches his nose, "Might as well get this over with."

Anyon thankfully had brought Enyn with him, both bundled up for the cold and being shadowed by your aunt Kat and Elli.

Elli and Kat glide past Silas' uncles and over to your side obviously trying to whisk you away. Silas smiles and tells you that he'll find you later. He takes his uncles to wherever his mother had slithered off to.

"Walk and talk kid," Kat grabs your arm and pulls you along and through the front door. Elli follows and keeps close to your other side.

"I've pulled back several of my informants in Brakkor and have planted a few on the coasts. My sister told me to keep them off of Notus' ships so I sent word out to cease the mission and head to the capitol instead. I'll have eyes on the king in a matter of days, just like you asked. It's going to be tricky to get any closer than scullery maids and stable hands but we have some time I'd like to think," Elli looks forward as she laces her arm around yours and plasters a fake smile on her face.

Your aunt Kat does the same and you feel as if something is wrong, very very wrong. You wish you had grabbed your staff before you left.

"Your sister was in Melmar when we got Peter, Helena and Zale. Apparently her and her husband have been keeping tabs on Notus' ships and provided us with valuable information about the fleet. She said she'll keep watching from a distance and will update us somehow if things change," Kat pulls in closer and makes a strange face that makes Elli laugh. Your aunt leans in even closer and whispers something to you that makes you pulls away from her.

"Act like we're teasing you... we're being watched...followed...They're close."

"It's not funny!" you feign being hurt.

"No but it's cute. So when's the wedding?" Elli grabs you and pinches your cheek.

Kat laughs but the uneasy feeling grows and grows till you feel it prickling the hairs on the back of your neck.

Whatever or whoever got closer, a lot closer.

"Come... come on guys, we're not in a relationship relationship… We're just feeling it out," you blabber, trying your best to act like you don't feel the cold sticky air all around you. You notice Elli and Kat writhe a little but they play it off as if they're about to tease you again.

Something lands on your shoulder with a shlop. You don't see it but you feel it, feel the bony slimy six...no seven fingered hand curl around your neck and chest. You still, your mouth hanging open as something sharp presses into the flesh of your neck and before it gets any deep you ignite.

Your entire body is fire and flames and the thing that had touched you screams. It's invisibility drops as it hits the cold and icy grounds squirming and clawing at the air. It's body looks like it was made of mud and sticks and tar. It's screaming voice reminds you of glass shattering.

"Golem," Kat grits her teeth, covering her ears.

Elli steps back a bit in horror, nearly tripping over her feet.

Rage fills you and the fire wraps itself tighter and tighter till you feel like you have to shed it off. The golem's claws reach for you and as you dodge it you stomp its leg and the flames explode off your body. The golem shrieks and writhes as it dries and cracks under the heat.

Kat and Elli jump back enough that they barely miss the fire lapping at their clothes. You hear your aunt shout out to you but you can't tell what she's saying over the roaring fire in your ears. You stomp down on the golem again and it shatters into chunks of dirt and charred branches and sticks. You watch as the glow in its eyes dim and die.

You look up and around to see Kat shielding Elli. You turn towards the front of the house and see Gustav wide eyed as he holds his arms out, stopping the others from going forward. Then you look at yourself reflected in the window, your body completely on fire, your hands have grown long hard black claws and the whites of your eyes are a dark red.

The world starts to spin and your body becomes heavy. You fall to your knees and the snow covered ground sizzles and steams.

Control, I need to control this... Whatever this is I need to be in control...

You do your best to calm your breathing but every time you look at your hands, your claws, you feel a disconnect.

Control yourself!

You hear people yelling and shouting and running about but you don't register any of it. You close your eyes disregarding the burning sensation as you try to reign in whatever you're feeling.

Control this, go back to normal... back to normal...

The prickling of ice and snow slowly seeps into your skin. You topple over into the snow, a lighter sizzle fizzles in your ears. You want to cry but your eyes are so dry and you're suddenly so tired. You hear several footsteps and slithering approaching you. There's talking, lots of it, but it all fades as your consciousness does as well.

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You wake up to a pounding headache and an aching body. Your mouth feels dry and there's a warm wet cloth over your eyes. You try and reach up to move it but your hand is swatted away.

"Leave it be," Silas grinds out. "There's herbs in the water that'll help with the strain and dryness. Come on I'll help you sit up, you're probably thirsty."

Silas sits you up and you feel his tail holding you up. He brings a cup up to your lips but they feel glued together. You try to open them but your mouth is so dry. After a few tries he carefully rubs your lips with a balm and helps you slowly peel open your mouth.

"Mother said you'll be bedridden for the rest of tonight and all day tomorrow. Your aunt and grandmother said it's best for you to start training as soon as you're well. Your powers are apparently growing at a rapid rate and need immediate control," Silas explains as he lowers you back into bed.

You let out a heavy sigh then groan. You remember very little of what happened aside from igniting and passing out, there seems to be something missing in between but you're still too tired to even talk much.

"On another note, your fire show stopped my mother and uncle Anyon from clawing each other's eyes out so you kind of stopped that. Oh and Charlie's back from wherever he slid off to these last few days. Apparently he-"

You tug on Silas' hand that had been lying atop your own. You feel him shift a bit on the bed, his hair now tickling your cheek.

"How late is it?" you ask, your voice is scratchy from your raw throat.

"It's a little past midnight," he replies before sitting you up again and bringing another cup of water to your lips.

You drink and ask for another and another till your throat feels somewhat normal. He starts to lay you down again and as he does you reach up for him and wrap your arms around his neck, "Come to bed already. I can't imagine you resting while I've been like this."

Silas laughs, he actually laughs and giggles as you feel him move you into his arms, "I'm the son of a healer my dear and you've been my stubborn yet lovely patient for the past several hours."

"And thanks to you and your worrying I'm on the mend. Now sleep," you kiss his cheek and you feel him relax a bit.

It takes no time at all for the both of you to fall into a heavy sleep. That being said, it takes forever for Silas to slink out of bed the next morning. You feel a bit better having rested and the herbal eye wash restored your eyes to normal. Isa gave you the clear to sit up in bed but that's as much as you're allowed to do under her watch.

Silas, his old party members, and your father's old crew are called away to hold a meeting on information that Charlie had brought back. He promises to fill you in when he gets back but not being able to go makes you a bit uneasy.

Your aunt Kat however takes full advantage of your circumstance to start you on some control exercises but not without some interesting conversation.

"I've never been one to pry into the relationship of relatives but I think I'm going to make an exception for you," she starts, her signature feline-like grin starting to appear.

You inhale sharply as you try and focus on the one emotion you opted to focus on, as part of the exercise...contentment. Thinking back now you feel as if you should have chosen embarrassment since that's all you feel most of the time when Kat talks.

"So it's not a a relationship relationship yet? Just feeling things out?" she teases.

Suddenly you feel yourself reeling, your control easily slipping as a memory slides back into place.

"The golem... The golem! What happened-"

"Oh it's good and gone, you made sure of that," Kat replies then recaps the entire incident without so much as batting an eye. "You looked horrified when you started calming down. We had to cover you snow to get you to cool down so we could carry you inside. Oh and don't worry, your old man was still passed out so he's none the wiser about it."

"Why did I do it? I didn't want to, it just happened and then... I wasn't myself, I had claws and.. and my eyes. What happened to me?" you look down at your hands, your very much real and normal hands. The disconnection to your body coming back once more.

"Your element was reacting. More specifically, the spirit of your element was reacting. For fire it's usually things like dragons and phoenixes, but you got the most volatile of them all, an ifrit spirit. Your semi-transformation was a huge insight even if it scared the hells out of everyone at first. Now that we know you don't have an average spirit we'll be able to work with that for your training," Kat explains, cringing a little towards the end.

You give your aunt a blank stare, your eyes wide and you're fairly certain your mouth is just hanging open before you shout, "IFRIT?!?" as you point to yourself.

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finiffy · 2 years

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Okay-okay, I have even more ducking insane theory than Simon's one! That crow really shall be suspended in their nest for a year at least, otherwise they'll never stop haunting my mind!

Okay, what if we say, that Iceberg's murderer... is an Iceberg himself, but not in a meaning of suicide?

So, let's say, actual Image of Yours situation. Iceberg learns the truth about that "apathy curse" hanging above his head about to fall down, realizes that it's the Foundation that does that trick to him, and simply transferring away from Gears will never help. So decided he shall leave the Foundation and find some peaceful life at the Outside World.

But the Council won't let him, no-uh, he's way too precious where he is, an experiment subject. So our dear arsonist, let me remind you, creates some insane escape plan.

If to describe it without step-to-step scheme that would take long lists and paragraphs... He finds a copy of himself, maybe gets a clone in an SCP or finds a similiar person (or even twin-brother, damn those drama stories) that got assigned to a D-class. Does something to the camera system so no one would be able to prove his actions. Brings that poor D-boy at his quarters, gets the needed clothing, writes the note and says:

— You die or you die, kid. That's your choice.

Seeing that that part went well, he, once again, DAMN HECKING SOMEHOW crawls through the corridors unnoticed and gets out of the spare gate, to the parking lot. I don't know, maybe he just has a hecking lots of acquitances and drinking buddies through which he completed this whole plan. Maybe he just showed his "vacation ticket" or however this thing is called to the gate guard in the middle of hell night and got away with no actual journal record of his leaving since the guy was sleepy or smt.

Anyways, he gets to the parking lot, steals someone's car (cus getting his own would be way too stupid) and rides away, to the better future. Leaves the car somewhere nearby the road once he feels safe enough.

So yeah, basically... Iceberg is not dead. Not dead at all. It's simply not his body laying there. He is alive. In a peaceful place. All alone, though... But alive, yeah.

The guy is smart, the guy has some skills so... it's not that impossible. Has some difficulties in realisation and planning for sure, but yeah. It could've happen, right? It could've been the truth, sort of?

I don't know, if really.

#fin answers #commanderofthecrows #long post #ah another kondraki situation where ice faked his death and is off somewhere while everyone thinks he is dead. this would be cool too

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eliias-bouchard · 8 months

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which ones most embody each of the fears from the magnus archives

hmm im gonna just assign them fears under the cut cus i have a lot of ocs

solace group

a glimmer of seasalt - lonely. she's too far away from anyone to be on the main communication network, so fox has to forward any messages to her, and after communications broke down she was just alone.

three tears of a fox - corruption. this girl is Literally infested. she is Literally rotting. very corruptioncore

rising birds - mmmm very tentative hunt, maybe end. ive mentioned before that her whole thing is trying to figure out how to kill iterators so that she can protect people so. yeah

stormclouds overhead - eye? maybe? during his collapse he lost lots of memory so he's using. basically feral cats as librarians to rebuild his memory. thats decently eye

cold water rushing - stranger methinks but possibly spiral. its name is a pseudonym and it hides its face i couldnt make it more stranger w/o making it an actual clown

seven crowns of bone - buried. my guy literally got eaten by a sinkhole

chorus group

collector of caged kismet - vast! he's trying to get a slugcat to go down to the void sea and then come back up which like. can you even get more vast

bells of other ballads - very tentatively flesh. she's trying to train a slugcat to be an engineer to repair iterators, and iterators are biomechanical, so i guess flesh?

caught under null thorns - im gonna be real i have no idea what CUNT is like. no assignment because of lack of personality

forgoing all glory - honestly very difficult. extinction is the closest. FAG was built to be self repairing to a fault, and designed to be an everlasting monument to the ancients, so that he'd stick around Literally Forever. which is kinda vast now that i think about him but him and his mindset is closer to extinction/end/desolation

does your kin endure - uhhhh. im giving her an honorary potential dark/desolation alignment im gonna be honest i havent thought much about her either

to reinvent as new, not yours - flesh baby!! literally a trans surgery machine, flesh as hell

69 weed leaves - corruption? hes pretty much falling apart and theres plants and shit in his machinery which is pretty corruption

equinox group (+ winters group which are technically separate)

no peaceful ending - end. no question. she died, she came back wrong, oliver banks is high fiving her as we speak

fibres of silence - im honestly gonna say slaughter. silence is VERY mad for what winter did to peace. if not slaughter then lonely

hallows of fate, damned - uhhhhhh. buried? maybe? in the sense of more metaphorical pressure. fate has very bad imposter syndrome stemming from one Really bad fuckup that ended up harming a lot of his colony, so i guess i could see her being buried.

glowing wind between speckled trees - she's probably kind of like adelard dekker or mikaele salesa in that she interacts with the entities without being bound to any of them. my girl just cares about tea. if i really really had to, maybe eye

dappled light over decaying leaves - web or eye. i dont know how just yet but this girl knows things she is not supposed to

winters group

awakening winter - web. no doubt. this man manipulates other people to his own end so much. hes also got some desolation/hunt spice in there from all the killings and ruination

nebula of snow eternal - hmm. end? possibly desolation. he was winter's first victim, and he collapsed and was literally crushed by his can (similar to how peace was) so. yeah

cycles within cycles - end! this guy was a sliverist, meaning that he believed death was the means to ascension. trying to stop winter was a win-win scenario for him; either he stops winter, or winter kills him (thus ascending him). he gave no shits

revent chorus, the silence calls - slaughter slaughter slaughter slaughter my guy went mad and started killing for as of yet unknown reasons. slaughter as hell

#my rw ocs #im Not tagging all of them #answered asks #i swear i had a mutuals tag lying around here somewhere #snowstorm local group #<- i dont think thats their final name (winter's local group) but i need a tag for em #equinox local group #chorus local group #solace local group

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kelzhell · 3 years

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rest with me, darling.

Arataki Itto smut <3

summary - u and itto are enemies. sworn enemies who also happen to be forced to work together. Once arriving in the room ^gasp^ heated arguement and blah blah blah yeah u get it.

HI!!!! It’s not my first time writing smut but it is my first time writing on tumblr so bare with me LOL. this will be female reader! I’ll be making a male reader after :3

⚠️warnings⚠️ nsfw (duh), praising/degrading, oral (receiving), dom arataki itto,, sub reader ! angry sex??!?!?! (I dont think its angry sex anymore cus i got carried aaay with the pet names LOL)

“-and lastly Arataki Itto and [ur name] will be dispatched to the last division. You guys will be staying at the Watatsumi Islanders Residence (idfk lets pretend theres hotels in watatsumi island LOL) Now. Everyone, go to where you’re needed. NOW! Glory to the shogun!” Everybody ran out except…..me and itto. “So, shall we go?” I jumped. His voice is so……nice and deep….and for what????? I sighed, clearly annoyed i was paired with itto, nodded then left.

Once arriving to Watatsumi Island I immediately stopped in my tracks to take in the view. “Holy….” I said to myself. Everything was so welcoming. Too much….colour for me to handle. I looked over at itto who also stopped in his tracks to take in the view. We were both in shock at how perfect everything is. We glanced at each other and set off for the hotel so we can put our things down.

“Damn……” we said in sync. Even the hotel was beautiful. I ran up to the window sill immediately greeted with the view of Sangonomiya’s headquarters. I could feel itto walk up behind me and check the view too. *was he always this tall?????* i thought. *He towered over me, i could feel him breathe right behind me. It felt……comforting? No. It’s just my brain. I need a nap* I pushed him out of the way walking to my bed and started to slowly fall asleep…..until- “AHEM……” *jesus CHRIST. That scared me.* “what.” I responded. “Don’t you think we should be doing our job? We aren’t here for a fun little vacation where we can rest and sleep. We need to do our job. For the shogu-” “no.” I cut him off. “If i want to rest, i’ll rest! And besides. We’re here for a whole TWO WEEKS. Thats plenty of time to do our job and honour the shogun. But for now? I would like to re-” “No.” and now HE cut me off. “We have alot to do. First we have to-~-~~~-~” his voice faded. Finally peace and quie-“HEY. Wake up! I’m talking aren’t I?? How dare you fall asleep to your superior?” I opened my eyes, CLEARLY annoyed. *First of all we’re the same level, since when was he my superior? Second…….why have i not responded yet…i’m just…..blankly staring..am i.. liking this?* I sat up while he continued to yell at me. He stopped ranting about how i was so annoying and why i shouldn’t be his partner or whatever to look me straight in the eyes. It was clear that my head was…blank. Just a little goldfish swimming around in there. He grabbed my chin which made me comeback to my senses. “Are you even listening?” We both stared at each other for a second. Our faces becoming closer and closer. His face becoming red while mine was burning up. We were thinking the same thing huh.

“Can..i?” He asked. I nodded. Closing the gap between us we kissed. He pulled away, clearly flustered. I don’t know what i was thinking but i kissed him again, this time though, more passionate, more aggressive. Of course. I was still mad at him, he was still mad at me but is this how we’re gonna show it ….? because i sure hope it is.

“Strip.” I immediately got up and stripped right in front of him, while he did the same. He was so…….big. Would he even fit..? Your lips dried up and it seems he caught you staring. He chuckled “take a picture, it’ll last longer.” That smirk. That goddamn smirk. He turned around, pushing you on the bed and pinning you down. One hand right beside your head, the other……..down there. “Now i’m sure right after this you’ll listen to me. Won’t you? Darling?” His fingers rubbed extremely slow around my folds. “Answer.” “y-yes sir!” I stuttered. “Good girl.” His fingers pushed inside really quickly. I gasped one hand gripping the sheets, the other on his arm. “heh, easy now.”

He was going so quickly, i was seeing stars. He touched my g-spot and he noticed. He started going faster at the specific spot. Even lifted my leg up on his shoulder to reach it better. This felt so good, i feel like im on cloud 9. He’s so good at this …. and for what. I felt a feeling in my lower stomach. “s-shit! Itto i’m!” He stopped. I panted. “Not so fast darling. You haven’t felt all of me yet. And besides this is what you get for earlier.” *so much for “we need to do our job for the shogun”* you thought. He turned you so your head was backed against the headboard. He grabbed the headboard and glanced at me to continue. I was scared hence the length but i gave the nod of approval and immediately moaned as i was correct. He was huge and he barely fit.

He groaned breathing heavily. “Fuck.” He said under his breath then chuckled. “Think you can handle more darling?” He started to move. In and out and in and out. It felt so good. Yet he was going oh so slowly. “You don’t like it when i tease you like this huh babe?” All i could make out was a whine and “please itto, faster..i can’t!” I choked. “As you wish princess.” He started going at an inhumain speed and it felt so good. “Oh look at you. Like a little whore under me. You like this don’t you huh? Or do you want me to go faster? Do you like that? Huh? Answer!” “Y-yes itto!”

His thrusts were getting slower and that familiar feeling in my stomach came back. “Itto i- i’m close!” “I am too.” Pleasure came across the both of us as I tightened and came around his dick which was so deep inside me as he moaned my name loudly and came inside me. His dick continued to pulse inside me as he fell down on my chest. He stood up and said “i’ll get us cleaned.”

When we were finished cleaning up he layed down beside me. It was only……6pm? We did get here pretty early. “Now what about that for the shogun stuff?” I teased. He hugged me from behind then said. “Fine. Maybe we will take our time. But for now, rest with me darling.”

PLEASE i think i got a lil too carried away HAH 🥲🥲 anyways yeah requests r open!!

i will NOT write smut of:

pedofile like ships or anything of the sort proshipping siblings Minor coded characters things i personally feel uncomfy with

other than that i’ll write anything unless specified otherwise lol i hope u enjoyed <3

#arataki itto x reader smut #arataki itto x reader #arataki itto #arataki #itto #smut #genshin #genshinimpact #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #x reader #arataki smut #arataki itto smut

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan x reader (chapter 10 - FINALE)

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series summary: having lost your husband, sister, and best friend all to the same extramarital affair, you ran away to a secluded villa in the Hungarian countryside to write and get a little time away from the life you’d left behind. you were only looking for peace and perhaps some inspiration for your novel, but instead you found an unlikely connection with the immigrant repairman– even though the two of you don’t speak the same language.

word count: 6k

warnings: implied smut, angst, fluff, romcom tropes, lots of swearing, pregnancy mention/minor breeding kink

note: click the asterisk for a hyperlink to a translation when the time comes

Six months later...

“It’s good!” she beamed, setting down the last chunk of pages and taking off her reading glasses. “Oh man, that ending hurt, but it’s really, really good!”

You leaned back into the plush chair and sighed with relief. “You think so?”

“It’s best-seller material,” she assured. “With some editing, of course. God, I can’t believe you were sitting on this for so long.”

“What are the biggest changes you want to make?” you asked.

“Well, I’m thinking we’ll cut the romantic subplot,” she mentioned in passing, like it was no big deal. “It’s distracting.

“Distracing?” you repeated. “Nia, it’s the story. It’s a romance.”

“I thought it was a thriller,” she frowned.

“A romance disguised as a thriller,” you corrected.

“Listen, I get what you mean, but I didn’t get this—” she tapped the nameplate on her desk: ‘NIA BROWN, HEAD PUBLISHER’ in shiny letters— “for nothing. I know what I’m talking about, and I know what your readers want. Violence, gore, drama!”

“It has all that!” you defended. “But it’s all there to talk about the real love he finds in her!”

“What do you mean ‘real love’?” she pressed flatly.

“I mean…” you pondered. “I mean love where you feel like a version of yourself that you actually like. Love where you feel unjudged, no precedents or caveats or back-up plans. Love that fucking hurts because you never wanted to rely on anything or anybody. Love that lives in silence because you don’t even need words.”

She furrowed her brow. “That… sounds nice, I guess, but I don’t think anybody really has that. Everybody needs a back-up plan. Everybody needs words— a writer should know that.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god,” you groaned, your face falling into your hands. “I’m so fucking stupid. Jesus Christ, I’m a moron.”

“What? What’s going on?”

“I had that! I had that, and I let it go! I’m the dumbest bitch on the fucking face of the Earth.”

“Don’t say that,” she soothed, but you were already standing up.

“No, I need to find him,” you decided as you grabbed your coat and briefcase. “I need to go back and try to fix this. I love him, I’ve never— I didn’t know I could love like that, I didn’t know I could be loved like that… oh my god, I need to find him. It isn’t over.”

“It isn’t over?” she repeated incredulously. “You said Michael signed the papers!”

“It’s not Michael,” you rolled your eyes as you stormed out of the office. “It was never Michael.”

You ran into the first telephone box you could find, slamming the door shut as you searched your purse for the business card that probably wasn't even in there.

After a moment, you gasped with delight when you pulled it from a very bottom pocket and began punching in the number as fast as possible with shivering hands, long-distance charges be damned.

“Hello?” the confused voice on the other end answered.

“Mrs. Alberti, hi— does Sebastian still work for you?” you asked hastily.

“No, dear," she sighed, apparently recognizing you by just your voice (and likely your request), "he quit recently, and moved away.”

“Moved?" you repeated with a wrinkled brow. "Where?!”

“I assume back home, sweetheart; to Bucharest.”

“Shit,” you sighed. “Shit!”

“Are you having your ‘run through the airport’ moment, sweetheart?” she realized.

“Yes, I think so— do you have his address?”

“Well, no, but I’ll see what I can find.”

You waited rather impatiently as she shuffled through papers in the background, mumbling to herself as she apparently searched for information that could help you.

“All I’ve got is the address of a previous employer… a carpenter,�� she finally explained, breaking the silence. “It was his only reference when he came to work here," she explained.

"Wow, you really did just hire him for his looks," you blurted out.

"He was desperate for work, that boy had nowhere else to go,” she defended.

“Right, well, I guess if that’s my only lead then I’ve gotta go for it,” you decided. “Thank you, Mrs. Alberti.”

“I told you to call me when that book was a hit. Did it happen yet?” she piped up.

“It’s not published yet,” you explained. “It needs some more work… but I think it’s almost ready.”

“I think so, too, dear.”

Learn Romanian in 10 Weeks! A practical language guide.

Week 1, Day 1: Greetings

Hello Salut

Goodbye La revedere

Thank you Mulțumesc

You’re welcome Cu plăcere

Good morning Bună dimineata

Good afternoon Bună ziua

Good evening Bună seara

Good night Noapte bună

You brushed your hair back out of your face with a sigh, turning the page as you mumbled the phrases to yourself. Broken Hungarian and your high school education in Latin were not getting you as far with this as you had been hoping.

How are you? Ce mai faci

I love you Te iubesc

“Te iubesc, te iubesc, te iubesc,” you repeated over and over in a whisper.

Each day you had a new routine: practice Romanian for an hour, check flight prices online (or call the airline), research what you knew about Sebastian and the address Mrs. Alberti had given you, and then get back to practicing Romanian again.

Oh, and occasionally you worked on the edits Nia wanted for your manuscript. You were focusing on the minor changes— grammar errors, rearranging sentences— and putting off her big request for the removal and replacement of the romantic aspects. More than ever, they seemed like the most important thing the book had to offer.

You had a small apartment, just a place to sleep and shower really; much too small to fit everything you’d already taken from Michael’s house (you know, the one that used to be your house) along with what he’d shipped to you that you forgot before. He included a letter in the package as well. You threw it out, unopened.

Truthfully, you never really fully unpacked. As much as you realized you probably should, in order to really feel like you had a real home, you couldn’t bring yourself to empty your suitcases when you knew you’d be packing them again any day now.

You also realized how outrageous this all was. Ignoring the unlikelihood of even finding him in the first place, Sebastian probably wouldn’t want anything to do with you after you broke his heart, left, and then randomly tracked him down after over half a year. But to be totally transparent, you weren’t really doing this to get him back, necessarily. You knew that was probably never going to happen. You were doing this because you needed to try. You needed to go there, and get hurt, and come back knowing you did everything you could: you’d never be able to live with yourself if you did anything less than that.

You couldn’t start your new life until you had put everything else to bed. And if that meant being 100%, painfully certain that you and Sebastian could never be together, then that was just how it needed to be.

After two weeks of looking, there still weren’t any reasonable flights to Bucharest, so you booked another trip by train, figuring you could use the three day trip to brush up on the key Romanian phrases you were going to need as well as prepare your speech.

Yes, your plan was a speech. You didn’t have a back-up plan. You didn’t even have a return ticket back to London yet.

A passage by Yeats came to mind; But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

In all your life, you’d never understood before why someone would want to only have their dreams. But now, here you were… and yes, it felt terrifying and vulnerable and uncomfortably naked, but it felt pretty damn good, too.

With a sigh, you scribbled out the last sentence you’d written, tossing the trash paper aside. You looked up out the window at the scenery flying by in a blur, worried that if you didn’t look out from the train every once in a while you’d get motion sickness.

The sun was beginning to set already, the green of hills and trees tinted orange. You only indulged in it for a moment, though, before getting back to this god-forsaken speech you were deadset on finishing before you arrived in Bucharest tomorrow. At first, you’d figured the translating would be the most difficult part… but writing in English wasn’t exactly a piece of cake, either. You had so much to say, and suddenly so few words for any of it.

You’d probably done more editing on this than any of your novels combined; the crumpled up pages spilling out of your wastebasket were proof enough of that.

“And I’m a fucking writer!” you groaned aloud, to no one in particular. “How is anybody else supposed to be able to do this, if I can’t?”

Other people aren’t as emotionally constipated as you, the voice of your inner critic reminded you plainly, making you roll your eyes at yourself.

A rap at your door made you sit up straighter and turn around. A stewardess slid open the frosted glass slightly to give you a friendly smile. “Is everything alright, ma’am?”

Your brows furrowed at the sound of her accent. “Is that a Romanian accent?” you asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” she nodded.

“So you’re fluent in Romanian and English,” you concluded.

“And Portuguese, yes ma’am,” she agreed.

“Could you come in here for a moment and help me translate something?”

She seemed slightly confused at the request but stepped forward, sliding the door most of the way shut behind her. Leaning beside you on the desk, she picked up your handwritten letter and blinked her wide, brown eyes a few times. You felt slightly embarrassed knowing she was reading such intimate thoughts, but that was how it felt the first time someone read anything you wrote so you were pretty much used to it by now.

“I usually ask the passengers what brings them to Bucharest,” she mumbled after a moment. “This is the most interesting thing so far. Am I reading this correctly, that you intend to confess your love to someone you met—” she scanned the page quickly— “during a vacation in Hungary?”

“Yup,” you smiled awkwardly, popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word.

“And he doesn’t speak English?” she assumed; you nodded. “And… you don’t speak Romanian?”

You nodded again, and she breathed in and out quickly, sitting beside you as she stared at the letter.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before,” she explained.

“Sorry for sucking you into the entropic vortex that is my life,” you chuckled.

“I don’t mean to pry,” she sighed, setting the letter down, and you laughed a little internally at the idea that she was worried about prying when she just read the most personal piece of writing you’d ever put to the page, “but do you think this is… enough? I mean, to build a relationship on?”

You just gave her a shrug. “I have no idea. But, you know, I spent my whole life worrying about stuff like that. I dated my husband for seven years before we got married, because I wanted to be sure. I was initially interested in him because he was successful and ambitious, and it made me feel like this was a really secure relationship that I could rely on. I double majored in English and Computer Science because I wanted a more stable career to fall back on in case being a writer didn’t work out, and even though it did, I’ve spent most of my career publishing what I thought people wanted to read instead of what I wanted to write, so I’d have a better shot at a good paycheck. I grew up thinking the best thing I could ever have was security. And now I’m divorced, watching my royalties shrink every month, more insecure in every way than I’ve ever been, and I’m realizing that the choices I made didn’t give me what I wanted. I gave up so much in the name of safety, and I let the one good thing I’d ever found go, so I could go back to being the same person I always was. I’m ready to settle again, if this doesn’t work… I’m ready to accept that this is just the way life goes, and be thankful that I got a taste of the kind of stuff I thought only existed in the sort of books I’d read but never write.”

She swallowed as she looked at you, and you felt your eyes water as you stared out the window towards the dimming scenery one more time, smiling at the sight of a distant village, a church with a steeple, vineyards and farms. Someone’s whole life is in that little town, you imagined, and they’re just watching your train go by like they see every other day.

“Sebastian gave me more security than I’d ever had before, even though the whole thing was such a ridiculous little whirlwind, and nothing like I ever imagined my life could be. But he made me want to be honest and raw and write sappy letters like the one you just read. He doesn’t have any money, at least as far as I know, and I haven’t known him for seven years, and on paper it makes no sense… but you would understand if you knew him. If you felt that joy that he radiates, if you saw him live his simple little life like it’s the best thing in the world. You would understand if you knew how much I needed this. You would understand if you had been just as miserable being who I’ve been for so long, and finally had a chance to be somebody you think you were maybe meant to be the whole time. So, if I never see him again, I hope I just get to thank him.”

You waited for her to say something, but furrowed your brow at the long moment of silence, looking back from the window finally and finding her staring at you with a tear running down her cheek. When you met her gaze, she quickly wiped it away with a sniffle and looked down at your desk again. “Let’s get to translating, shall we?” she announced with a half-smile.

You noticed the way the other passengers looked at you as everyone was in line to deboard from the train car; you stuck out like a sore thumb, since everybody else was carrying heavy luggage and all you had was a backpack.

In your defense, you really had no idea how to pack for a trip where you knew neither the duration nor the true final destination. So, it was mainly filled with your essentials, a few clothes for any kind of weather, and enough leu to buy anything else you needed along the way.

The stewardess was waving goodbye to everyone as they shuffled out into the train station, occasionally stopping to shake a hand or give directions to nearby destinations. When you were just about to pass by, though, she pulled you into a tight hug.

“Good luck,” she whispered, holding you just a moment too long before pulling back and giving you an encouraging look. “If he doesn’t take you back, feel free to blame my translation… because if he knows what’s in your heart, I know he’ll say yes.”

“Yeah, that’s the hard part isn’t it?” you laughed weakly. “Thank you for your help. I guess if I come back alone for the return trip tonight, you’ll know how bad it went.”

“Then I hope I don’t see you again,” she winked.

It being a major train station and all, cabs were waiting around every corner so it was pretty easy to grab one and give them the address you already had written down for this exact purpose.

“This is pretty far,” the driver explained, “on the edge of town. Not a tourist spot.”

“Good, because I’m not a tourist,” you nodded, already only giving him half your attention as you pulled out the translated speech to practice.

“And you can afford this?” he pressed. You sighed and dug through your bag, pulling out a haphazard stack of bills and handing them through the plastic partition.

“Is this enough?” you asked, and he didn’t answer, just taking the money and starting the car as you smiled and leaned back in your seat.

As much as you had tried to convince yourself to not get your hopes up, the butterflies in your stomach felt more like whole birds at this point, demanding to break free as you practiced the words hand-written on the page over and over again, committing it all to memory.

“What are you reading?” the cab driver asked after several minutes.

“Oh, nothing,” you mumbled, “sorry if I’m bothering you, you can turn on the radio.”

“No, it’s not bothering me, but what you are saying… it’s very odd. It sounds like something from a play, or movie,” he explained.

“Um, it’s not,” you replied, a little embarrassed. “But does it sound like it’s from a good movie? Like, if you heard a character say this to another character, would you think they should get together?”

“I… don’t know,” he answered, sounding confused. “I mean, it depends on what happened, right? How they met, how well they get along…”

So, you told him the whole story, as succinctly as possible (which is not very succinct at all). By the end, he was actually giving commentary as you spoke.

“Why the hell did you leave?” he interjected, clearly irritated with you. “You loved him!”

“Yeah, well, sometimes love isn’t enough! I loved my husband too, and look how that turned out,” you defended.

“But that’s different. That was love for all the wrong reasons.”

“I promise, it felt very real at the time,” you shrugged.

“And now?” he countered. “You realize that this man— Sebastian, right?— is real.”

“I hope I’m right this time,” you offered. “But even if I am, he may not agree.”

The driver scoffed, taking a hand off the wheel to wave dismissively. “If he’s anything like you said, then he will still be completely in love with you. After all, you still feel the same way after all this time apart, don’t you?”

“If anything, I love him more every day,” you admitted, your heart beating quickly just to say it aloud.

“You know, when I met my wife, she was engaged to another man. He was rich, good-looking, and he wasn’t even a bad guy unlike this husband you describe. He was a good man, but he wasn’t right for her. They were… content together, but she wasn’t truly happy. Every night I would come to her window and beg her to marry me, because I knew that she knew we were meant for each other, but she was scared because her family wouldn’t approve and she would be a poor man’s wife.”

“How did you convince her to marry you instead?” you asked eagerly, sucked into the story already.

“I didn’t. On the day of the wedding, some people told me to go and break it up but I didn’t. I thought it would be wrong, to try to ruin her happiness and take it for myself by making a scene at the wedding. I realized she was her own woman and if she wanted to choose him, I had to let her. I had locked myself in my house, not wanting to see anyone that day, and she appeared at my door. I didn’t need to convince her because she knew the truth in her heart, and called off the wedding herself.”

“Wow,” you smiled.

“She was still in her dress!” he recalled with a hearty laugh. “She looked like an angel. We were married just a few days later. And next month will be thirty years,” he added as he lifted his left hand to show the golden band on his finger.

“Thirty years, that’s… a long time,” you sighed.

“It wasn’t always easy,” he admitted. “But it was always worth it.”

Just as you wondered what you could possibly say to that, you felt the car slow down to a stop.

“This is the address you gave me, this is it,” he explained, pointing out his passenger-side window. You leaned up against the glass and gasped in dawning fear as you saw the storefront dark and empty inside.

“No, nonono,” you whispered rapidly to yourself as you swung open the door and hopped out, pressing your face against the glass to try to get a look inside and finding what was undeniably a closed carpentry business. There was a note on the door, taped on the inside of the glass, and you knew enough Romanian to know it said something about a vacation and three months.

“Shit!” you yelped, holding your face in your hands, wondering if your journey had come to an end before it really began.

“Are you alright?” the driver asked, rolling down his window to speak to you.

“This was my only lead, I don’t have his real address,” you explained. “He used to work here, I thought maybe someone would know him…”

He sighed, giving you a sympathetic look. “Get back in, we can search nearby. You came too far to give in yet.”

But getting back in the car felt like giving in, too, which you realized as you looked back at the note taped to the carpenter's door. This was the closest you'd gotten, and it felt wasteful to leave with nothing.

Just as you were ready to hop in the passenger seat and start searching aimlessly through suburban Bucharest, or maybe look around for a Romanian yellow pages, you heard a noise from behind you, across the street; a laugh. His laugh. But it couldn’t be because it was too good to be true… and yet you found yourself whipping your head around and hoping beyond all reason that it was Sebastian.

Across the street was a restaurant, with a large patio where patrons were dining and chatting as they sat at wrought iron tables, and your eyes searched the crowd for any signs of him.

And then your gaze landed on a head of thick brunette hair, red and gold highlights so obvious now when the sunlight hit it this way. Broad shoulders wrapped in a white button-up shirt. He was facing away from you but he was looking to the side so you could see his face; he was smiling, laughing at something someone had said. And it was his smile that you recognized; it was like everything else faded away, and in that moment you thought maybe you could almost be happy with just this, just seeing him be happy even if it had nothing to do with you.

“Sebastian,” you called out to him, but he didn’t react. “Sebastian!”

His whole body turned, his eyes met yours, and you couldn't help but let the tears well in your eyes as you ran across the road to him.

He looked, understandably, stunned, and you realized he was actually waiting on a table at the moment; he said something to them, apparently excusing himself, and stepped closer to you.

But he stopped walking, not coming any closer, not exactly dragging you into his arms like you might've preferred, but with a breath to try to soothe your racing mind, you summoned your memories of the practiced letter and began. *

“Când am venit în Ungaria…” you started slowly, doing your best to remember the words and hoping your pronunciation wasn’t too awful, “nu căutam dragoste. Căutam spațiu, claritate și poate o idee de carte de un milion de dolari. În schimb, am găsit tot ce am căutat toată viața mea…”

You did your best to bite back tears, especially when his expression was nearly unreadable and you had no idea how well this was going.

“Ești tu, Sebastian, bineînțeles că ești tu,” you sighed, laughing slightly. “Ai fost acolo pentru mine când nici nu știam ce vreau de la nimeni. Ai fost prietenul meu fără să spui vreodată un cuvânt - cel puțin nu un cuvânt pe care l-am înțeles. M-ai iubit și nu știam ce să fac cu asta, pentru că uitasem cu mult timp în urmă cum se simțea să fii iubit. Și ce simțeai să iubești cu adevărat pe cineva. Dar te iubesc. Și am fost prost să te las să pleci, atât de neconceput de prost. Vreau să fim noi, Sebastian. Lasă-mă să te iubesc, mai dă-mi o șansă și îți promit că nu te voi mai lăsa să pleci niciodată.

The first thing he said was your name, and just the way he said it made you fall in love with him all over again.

“I… I dream that you would come back,” he shakily replied. “But now I cannot believe. You are my dream.”

Tears were openly flowing at this point and you wanted to run into his arms, but you tried to stay calm and hear him out. He stepped closer, almost hesitant, like you would run away if he got too close too fast.

“I love you, very much that I am sure I am insane person,” he explained with a grin, and you giggled. “We will live anywhere, do anything you would like— be my wife.”

You gasped as he pulled you into him, gripping your arms tightly as his desperation became apparent.

“Marry me?” he asked softly.

“Da,” you nodded, “yes, of course, anything—”

He kissed you suddenly, but gently, and it said more than any words in any language could.

It was a small wedding, in the Hungarian countryside by the lake. You could remember diving into that lake for lost pages of your manuscript; you could remember looking out over the water and dreaming of this moment you were living right now, thinking it was impossible.

He didn’t have much family, but they welcomed you with open arms.

Your family, well, they were too busy with planning another wedding, for your ex-husband and your ex-sister. A few of them sent cards but the rest were suspiciously quiet. You honestly didn’t even notice… you had a new family to attend to, anyhow. And it wasn’t like you didn’t have any guests, since you were able to track down and invite a stewardess named Maria, and a cab driver named Andrei and his wife, Paola.

Sebastian’s cousins weaved flowers into your hair and his grandmother tailored her dress to fit you like a glove. A picture of his parents was hung nearby in tribute; he told you they would’ve wanted to see him get married but that he felt, in some way, they were able to even if they had passed away quite some time ago.

You realized you’d never seen him in anything even mildly formal before; in fact, the suit he wore was rather casual, all things considered, but he looked so painfully cute in it. Sometimes you thought he actually looked a bit out of place wearing a shirt, though, especially one that was buttoned up all the way.

Luckily, the shirt was halfway unbuttoned about ten minutes into the reception.

Mrs. Alberti cooked a massive dinner for everyone, and even grew the flowers that you carried down the cobblestone aisle.

And wow, can Romanians drink. You had to be careful not to try to keep up with them, because if you had you would’ve been blacked out halfway into the night and the last thing you wanted was to forget even a moment of this.

As the night started to wind down to a close, you and your new husband retired to the lakehouse, running up the stairs and finding them as creaky as always.

He wrapped his arms around you in the hall and kissed you eagerly as you stumbled back into the bedroom, tripping over the doorway and falling onto the bed together.

It felt so right to have his weight on top of you, to feel his smile against your lips, to wrap your arms around his neck.

“This room,” he mumbled into the kiss. “Do you remember first time?”

“Yes,” you nodded, “da, I remember, how could I forget?”

He grinned and moved his lips down to your neck. "I thought of you every day… I love you,” he whispered.

“Te iubesc,” you whispered back.

It was almost like the first time in so many ways: passionate, yet oddly hesitant as you rediscovered each other. It was comfortable, though… you couldn’t think of any other person you felt so comfortable with, somebody who finally got you out of your own head and who made you want to experience everything life had to offer.

You were sure you’d never gone so long without worrying about something in all your life.

“My wife,” he whispered against your skin. “This is all I had wanted… from seeing you in very beginning.”

“You’re all I ever wanted,” you sighed in return, “ești tot ce mi-am dorit vreodată, Sebastian.”

Life with Sebastian was beautifully simple. You spent most of the day writing, usually, while he built furniture to sell and occasionally gardened with his spare time. You could always tell how busy you’d been with a new novel lately by how perfectly groomed the hydrangea bushes were.

You’d told him once that you’d come to Hungary looking for a million-dollar book idea. A Killer in Disguise performed alright, but not anywhere near that. The Language of Love, on the other hand, was definitely a million-dollar idea… about eleven times over. Sebastian didn’t seem to worry too much about how much money you made, though; he was just proud to say that he was the inspiration for your hit novel. You secretly suspected that he was more proud of your work reaching enough international notoriety to be translated into Romanian.

His English still needed some work, but you found it endearing. He was determined to get better and spent at least a half-hour each day practicing, but you hoped he wouldn’t get too perfect because you would miss the silly little mistakes he made. At least you could be sure he’d keep the accent forever… damn, that accent; and he knew exactly what it did to you, too.

In fact, you were crossing through the hall in your robe one evening when your husband’s voice stopped you.

“Darling wife,” you heard Sebastian call from the bedroom in a playful sing-song.

“What is it, Seba?” you asked with a smirk.

“Come in here, please…”

You opened the bedroom door to find most of the room covered in rose petals: most of all the bed, which was surrounded by candles, and topped with a shirtless (as per usual) Sebastian, laid on his side seductively with a long-stemmed rose (one you recognized from his very own garden) between his teeth.

“What are you doing?” you laughed. “Is this some sort of special occasion I’ve forgotten?”

You were already searching your mind for what it could be, but your two-year anniversary had passed a few months ago already and since it was spring it couldn’t be the anniversary of when you first met since that was late in the summer.

“Iss not quite a thpecial occathion yeth,” he answered before taking the rose from his mouth so he actually made sense. “I was considering it could be a special occasion, when we’re done…”

You smirked and climbed over the candles and into bed with him, taking the opportunity to run your hands over his chest. “And what occasion would that be?”

“A year from now, it could be the anniversary of when our child was conceived,” he answered.

Your breath caught in your throat, your voice reduced to a whisper of surprise. “Seba—”

“If you’re not ready, I will be understand,” he instantly added, stern yet soft. “Only if you want this, I just thought that maybe—”

You silenced him with a kiss, lacing your fingers into his hair and letting him roll you onto your back. He pulled back just enough to let you answer, but your noses were still bumping into each other and you smiled.

“I’m ready, Sebastian. More than ready,” you whispered.

He grinned and kissed you again, deeper and slower as he held your face with one hand and gripped your waist with the other. As his lips trailed down to your neck, you were interrupted with one pressing thought.

“Can I ask you something?”

He popped up and looked down at you with a smile. “Sure!”

“Why are you wearing ratty old jeans?” you laughed.

“Hey, these worked on you the first time,” he defended.

You gasped. “You don’t mean those are the jeans—”

“Yes,” he nodded, “the jeans that I had been wearing when I was working on Mrs. Alberti’s cottage. And, truly, when I was finding an excuse to work outside your window.”

“Wait,” you sat up, “did you actually work outside my window on purpose?”

He laughed, hanging his head quickly before looking back at you again with a sparkle in his eye. “You are very smart, my love, except for those times when you are— how do you say? Oblivious.”

You chuckled, unfortunately very aware that he was right.

“Didn’t you ever wonder why I was building a window frame, nearly a dozen metres away from the window it was for?”

You thought for a moment before dropping your face into your hands and laughing. “No, I didn’t notice that. I was too busy giving you a thorough eye-fuck,” you recalled.

“Yes, because I was not wearing a shirt and this distracted you,” he pondered, sounding suddenly like a scientist explaining a theorem or something. “See, that’s the beauty of wearing the jeans and no shirt. The body distracts you while the jeans seduce you.”

“How about you take the jeans off and put that body on me, capisce?” you pleaded; not that you didn’t love his humor or anything, but maybe his funny bone wasn’t exactly the bone you were interested in at the moment.

He grinned devilishly and suddenly pulled your legs apart, settling his body between them as he kissed your neck again, nipping at your jawline and ear. “You’re being impatient, dragă,” he purred. “You want to have my baby that badly?”

You whined involuntarily, arching your back as his hands roamed your body and finally began to untie your robe and push the silk out of the way. “Yes, Sebastian, please—”

“Let’s just say, theoretically, I wanted to have more than one? Would you have another of my children?” he asked softly as he reached up and palmed at your breasts, teasing your nipples which were already much too hard and sensitive for how little he’d touched you. The rough denim rubbing against the inside of your thighs was oddly arousing— maybe it was the sensation itself, or maybe it was just that this was almost like the first thing you imagined when you saw Sebastian all those years ago.

“Yes,” you moaned out your answer, “yes, you know I’d do anything for you.”

“What if I wanted a big family?” he pressed. “Really big? Like, Catholic big?”

“We can have our own fuckin’ Brady Bunch, Seb, I just need you right now,” you begged, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into a hot and desperate kiss.

He decided to wait until afterwards to ask what a ‘Brady Bunch’ was. You decided to wait until afterwards to ask when he’d learned how to use the word ‘theoretically’.

sfarsit; the end

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kelieah · 3 years

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can’t help it (arvin russell x reader)

request (summary): @dhtomholland : hi !! i have an arvin request... what if arvin easily gets jealous when boys hit on y/n at school or jus try to talk to her and it was cute at first but y/n get annoyed at some point which leads to a small fight but arvin makes it up to her w flowers and telling her he jus wants to protect her 🥺🥺🥺

word count: 1.7k

warnings: language ofc, angst, fluff

edited: i also kinda forgot halfway through writing this that u requested he wanted to protect, i changed that up a bit sorry !!! also why the fuck am is my gifs not loading grrr

a/n: awwee this requesttt,, sorry for the late response. i’m not as quick as i used to be w requests

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You like Arvin a lot, that’s something you couldn’t deny. But lord, ever since you started dating this boy you don’t think you could ever get used to his temper and overprotective attitude. You appreciated it, of course, it’s just that there were many times when he’d let it get the best of him.

There was this one time he was picking you up from school, but you weren’t at the front like you usually were. So he decides to park and walk to your locker to see if you were there. You’re there, but with the company of someone else. His heart rate spikes at the sight of someone, or to be more specific, some candy-ass boy talking to you. He slowly walks over, not wanting to startle the both of you, and listens in on the conversation.

“I- I could help ya with the homework for math class. If y- you want of course,” the sweet, frail boy whose name is Cole, offers you.

You smile softly and nod while closing your lockers, “I would appreciate that a lot! I think I’m free—”

Before you could even finish your sentence you notice Cole huddle in fear before you. “Hi,” you hear a familiar voice from behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist and places his chin upon your shoulder.

“Oh, hey Arvin,” you murmur softly and glance over at him. You know what he’s up to so you push him off slightly to return to your conversation with the other boy.

“Uhm, h- hello there. A- Arvin,” Cole mutters and cowers underneath Arvin’s piercing glare.

You huff and shove your boyfriend aside. “Don’t mind him, like I was saying. I think I can after Sunday Mass, by the trees and tables if that’s alright?”

He gulps as he averts his eyes back and forth between the both of you. “Y- Yeah, is that okay?”

“I just said it’s alright—?” you stifle a laugh until you get cut off.

“Yeah, just studying though. If she tells me otherwise, I’ll cut your—'' Arvin threatens, causing every ounce of color from Cole’s face to drain.

“I’ll see you Sunday, Cole! Bye!” you immediately pull Arvin away and squeeze his hand harshly. “What is the matter with you!?”

“What?” he asks cluelessly and looks back at Cole who had already run off in complete fear and embarrassment.

“That poor boy. He’s just asking to study with me, that’s all,” you smack his arm.

He scoffs and shrugs you off. “Doll, I know you’re dull sometimes but c’mon. Every boy in the school probably wants you. Even boys like him, they just got some type of strategy or some shit,” he runs a hand through his hair and avoids your piercing glare. “Dull? First off, fuck you. Second, every boy? Arvin, grow up baby. I’m yours, and only yours. M’ pretty damn sure everyone knows that. Now fucking apologize or else I’m walking home,” you stop in your tracks and cross your arms.

He stops as well and turns towards you, giving you a blank expression. You remain firm and raise an eyebrow at him, almost testing him to try you. “Sweetcakes, m’ sorry,” he groans and takes a step towards you.

You take a step back and raise both your eyebrows, continuing to stay stubborn. “Sorry, what?”

He takes one more look at you and wavers in defeat. He trudges over to you and falls into your arms, stuffing his face in your neck. You stifle a laugh and hold him up, hugging him close. “I’m sorry for threatening that stupid boy with dumb glasses. I just really like you and don’t want nobody touchin’ my girl. Nobody. Not even God. I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I won’t get jealous or overprotective again,” he drags out his words and whines against your skin.

You throw your head back and giggle. “Arvin! Okay, okay. You big softie. Apology accepted stupid. But, you better apologize to him too, okay?” you push him off you and glance into his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. Kiss?” he pouts and leans towards your face. You roll your eyes and oblige, pecking his lips. You walk off towards his car and he let out another whine, complaining about how the kiss was too short.

You love how you’re able to bring out this vulnerable and softer side to Arvin. You’re lucky enough that he even started dating you. It shock you that the boy had emotions. You’re only partly joking about that. It’s a true miracle the way you make him fall to his knees for you. You both couldn’t get enough of each other. Though, there were days where Arvin really got on your nerves.

He just promised the other day to not get too jealous or overprotective, didn’t he? Yet, here is now cursing out the same boy who helped you with your studies behind the school’s building. “What the fuck do you want with her? Huh? I saw the way you look at her, don’t you lie to me boy damnit!” he raises his voice at Cole.

Cole stumbles back and hits the wall as Arvin holds his collar, “I- I swear it’s nothing like that Arvin! I promise, I’m just helping her out that’s all! W- We’re just classmates, I’d never try to meddle. Please man!” he begins to weep covering his face as Arvin raises his fist.

“Arvin Eugene Russell!” the two boys hear a louder voice from behind them. There you stand with an infuriated expression. Your jaw clenched your face red and your hands on your hips.

Arvin mutters a handful of curses underneath his breath and lets go of Cole reluctantly. Cole plops down on the floor and hugs his knees to his chest as he watches the argument unravel between you and Arvin.

“Doll, this isn’t what it looks like. I was just lecturing him I swear—” Arvin holds his hands up in defense.

You completely ignore his attempts to redeem himself and brush past him, helping Cole up. “I am so sorry, are you okay?” you ask softly.

He wipes away his tears and nods in response. “Y- Yeah I’m okay, thank you. I should probably go now. I’ve caused enough problems,” he pulls away from your grasp and plays with his hands.

“No, you haven’t caused anything. I think he should go now,” you turn your head towards Arvin and send him a warning glare. He stares at you back in disbelief and clenches his jaw. You both stare at each other for a little longer, as if you were both challenging eachother to see who would back down. Arvin’s the first to crack. He scoffs and turns sharply on his heel, making his way back to his car.

“I- I’m so sorry, Y/n,” Cole bubbles sadly and wipes the sweat beads off his forehead. “I really am.” “Don’t be stupid, you’re fine. It’s my damn boyfriend’s problem, not ours. Come on, let’s go grab some ice cream,” you sigh and walk ahead, leaving him scrambling to catch up with you.

After the nice hangout with your newly made friend, he walked you home and apologized once more which almost made you slap the boy. Though it was calming to spend time with a friend other than your boyfriend, you still couldn’t believe Arvin’s recent behavior.

You know he can get overprotective, but jealousy is something you never expected. You take your mind off of him once again by doing some homework until your peace is interrupted by the sound of loud knocks on your front door. “I’m coming! Jesus,” you yell frustatingly as the pounding on your poor wood gets louder. You open the door to see Arvin with a guilty expression, a heap of flowers in one hand and a dozen of pop in the other. You raise an eyebrow at him and lean against your doorway.

Your silence pushes him to speak up. “Look, I’m. I- I’m,” he grumbles out and avoids your gaze, staring at the ground.

“I’m?” you decide to poke at him and cross your arms, enjoying the entertainment in front of you.

“I didn’t mean to,” he huffs and holds out the things he brought, looking back at you.

Your face now remains unamused. “Come again?”

“Christ, woman,” he rolls his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m fucking sorry I almost beat the kid. I just hated the way his beady little shit eyes were staring at you. I coulda sworn the fucker was going to take you from me. I don’t want anyone to take you from me. I mean I know you’re not mine— No you’re mine, but not in a possessive way or something. I don’t know. I’m trying here, hell. I just, I’m just scared one day you’re gonna find someone better than some ditz like me,” he lets the bottled up feelings spill out his mouth like word vomit.

You look at him surprised and purse your lips, examining his face. He finally makes eye-contact with you and smiles weakly. You stifle a laugh and pull him into a bone-crushing hug that causes him to let out a soft gasp. He places down the flowers and pop, wrapping his arms around you instinctively. “Now you listen here fool, like I’ve said a million times. I’m yours, okay? I know I ain’t your object, and I’m glad you know that too. But nobody is gonna take me from you. Nobody, not even Paul Anka,” you tease quietly, earning a chuckle from him that makes you smile in content. “Wanna know why?”

He presses a warm kiss against your shoulder and sighs, “Why?”

“Cus I love your dumbass,” you murmur into his ear and rub his back comfortingly.

He tenses a bit and smiles happily, stuffing his face in your neck. “I love you too,” he mumbles incoherently into your skin.

You giggle and run a hand through his hair, massaging his scalp. “Can you promise me not to do anythin’ like that again?”

“No,” he admits and begins to sway your body as he holds you.

You whine breathlessly and pull away to look at him. “Arvin! Why the hell not?”

He grins cheekily and shrugs nonchalantly, “Because I can’t help it.”

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fated-imaginings · 2 years

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So I finally thought of a headcanon I wanted to ask about and it's a bit angsty. how would some of the servants that have staffs( I remember caster Cú and Medea have staffs but forget any others) feel about having a master who also had a staff but shows no signs of using it in battle as if it just an accessory for the aesthetic, then finding out sometime later after their Master's staff gets broken and they see their Master try to get up after having collapsed and the minute master puts one of their feet on the ground after almost being completely up their Master yelps and collapses again, turns out Master actually was using that staff, they needed it to walk, it only looked the way it did to disguise what it was actually for so it was less of a target, then Master just breaks down and start crying because of their frustration at themselves, they've only been like this about a month before coming to Chaldea and it turns out they're having a hard time adjusting to it and didn't want pity or anyone to see them as weak so they hid it.

- Cu Caster is immediately concerned. He's worried that they were hurt, and he's hurrying over to check on them, but...no wounds that he can see. He asks if anything is broken, and that's when the tears start coming.

- He thinks it's pain at first, but when Master grits out that it was already an issue, it starts to click. He thought it was a little odd that they kept a staff with them constantly without making use of it...now he gets it.

- He was a warrior for a long time. He knew lots of warriors, some who were left with physical disabilities after battles. He knows that it can be frustrating, knows that it's not easy to adjust. Clearly Master hasn't made peace with it...though he's thinking more now on how they seemed achy, or more tired, or sore when they had to do a lot of walking, or climbing...they forced themself, and that won't do.

- He knows it's frustrating, Master. But there's no shame in it. Life happens, and it's damn unfair, but they aren't weaker for it. They're a credit for doing as much as they do, bum leg or no. So c'mon, let him dry your tears. They can use his staff 'til theirs is fixed up.

- Medea is keen, and she did wonder why Master would keep a staff that they didn't use for magic or combat. She didn't buy their excuses, and when they fall with that staff snapped, her suspicions are confirmed.

- The first order of business is moving them away from any danger, and finishing the fight. The next is to ask them if they were harmed. When she sees the frustration and tears in their eyes, she knows it isn't anything fresh.

- When Master explains, crying and shaking with stress, anger...she can sympathize slightly. She never had to work around her own body's limitations like Master has, but she understands how hard it is to cope with unpleasant turns beyond one's own control.

- She's afraid she cannot heal it...what the body has already mended is outside of her control, even if it's done so poorly. But she as a Servant has enough strength easily to let Master use her arm for support. Her staff is a tool to channel the mana of its holder, much too precise to be used for walking. But she'll help Master around until their staff is fixed.

- Ozymandias, unlike many Servants, did grow old. Old and hunched with arthritis, his body more limited and weaker than it had ever been. Although for him, that had been a natural progression, however painful. He didn't protest age, but he does understand personally how unpleasant it is to lose your full mobility.

- He ensures that Master is safe as soon as they fall, sunlight blazing down upon all that might threaten them. He strides to them and asks if they've been hurt, but when they collapse again, the tears start. At first, he's expecting a wound, perhaps a break...but as Master grits out that they're fine, they aren't hurt now, he starts to understand.

- He sees...they were hindered so recently, and given so little time to adjust. And yet they've come this far despite! He truly has chosen a Master well worth his time. Do not look down in shame. Look back once, at all you've surpassed, and now around at all those who trust in you, regardless of how many legs you can make use of. Now, Master, look forward. The future is bright. This is something he is certain of, as pharaoh. Do not question his word, simply rejoice!

- They may even use his staff until their own is repaired. Although for such tenacity, he may even grant them the honor of riding upon his sun boat!

#Cu Chulainn caster #Medea #Ozymandias #long post #fate series #fate grand order #I hope I did this prompt justice #I have knee issues myself but I generally have full mobility #so please let me know if I need to change anything <3

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hanii-rose · 3 years

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Hi! I saw that your request are open and I really liked you writing! But Badd is my favorite boi, so can I get badd’s reaction to seeing his S/O tuck in Zenko? I thought I would be cute ^w^ have a good day please!

𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮

Metal Bat × GenderNeutral!Reader

The jingle-jangle of keys rang out throughout the peaceful apartment, alerting you of your boyfriend's return.

Your hand never ceased from gently patting Zenko to sleep. You sat beside her on her Amai Mask themed bed, her head on your lap, eyes closed in a peaceful slumber. Her hair stayed somewhat wet from the Amai Mask themed shampoo she had lathered it in, yet you didn't mind the chill of the cold water. It was all for Zenko after all....

She was such a smart, sweet child, always following the rules, doing her homework and chores on time and never making a mess.

The complete opposite of her precious onii-chan.

If she were awake now, she would've for sure run up to him to welcome him home, but she was lost deep in her dreams,

You felt her snuggle up to you more for warmth and you gently swept her bangs away from her adorable face.

Her onii-chan came stumbling into your view, his back turned to you, jacket torn in places you’d never be able to sow back together, hair tussled and dirty and signature metal bat covered in dents and scratches.

Badd moved slowly throughout the corridor, leaving you behind without a word. The idiot probably didn't even know you were there. He looked pretty banged up as well...

Carefully placing Zenko’s head on her Amai Mask themed pillow, you quietly got off of her bed and and headed out of her room to follow Badd.

“Badd, are you okay?”

Your boyfriend turned around upon hearing your voice, dropping his tattered red top on the floor, crashing down onto the couch, rubbing his temple.

“Oh Badd...”

You slowly walked around over next to him, placing your hand on his shoulders, steadily rubbing the tension away. He refused to look at you, keeping his eyes shut tightly and letting out exhasperated sighs.

“You know, if there’s something bothering you, you should talk about it. It really helps.”

He dully shook his head no and leaned back. You cupped his face with your dominant hand, gently swiping your thumb against his cheek, wiping off some muck that had gotten onto his handsome face.

"I'm here for you, I'm willing to listen honey..."

Your voice had softened, so had your expression. Badd lethargically rubbed his face with his rough hands, frustrated.

“I’ll set some tea for you. You’ll feel better soon.”

You felt awful to see him so depressed. Everything was better when he was his sweet, brash self. Whenever he was unhappy, the world around you became dull, lifeless, without meaning.

You reassured him as best as you could, brushing back his dark disheveled strands and rising from your spot beside him. You dusted yourself off, disheartened, making your way to the kitchen but before you could take a full step, you felt a small tug on the end of your shirt.

Huh?

“I was only stressed. It ain’t nothin’ to cry over-”

“-yet i feel like i gotta...”

You fully spun around to face him, grasping his shoulders and pushing him back to rest against the headrest.

“...Why Badd?”

As if on cue, Badd’s cat, Tama came striding in, jumping onto his lap and becoming a loaf. Badd took a deep breath and started.

“I almost lost today. Me, almost losing, that just don’t sound right...”

His fingers cutely nuzzled Tama’s head as he explained calmly.

“All this time, I thought I was indestructible. Someone that people could’a depended on. Someone Zenko could’a depended on.”

"I don't got any parents Y/N. No one to look after Zenko if I suddenly don't make it."

You looked at him, realizing what he meant. You gave him an incredulous expression, disbelief took over your emotions.

“Badd, you dork!”

He stopped stroking Tama’s fur and quirked his brow.

“How dare you?!”

You exasperated, completely unable to grasp his source of unease.

"Badd, the only reason there are still people around is because of you!"

You balled your hands, frantically trying to get your points across.

"We can all rest easy knowing Metal Bat is here to protect us."

"Zenko can go to school, make friends, study and live because she knows nothing will happen to her when she has an amazing onii-chan like you..."

You tilted your head in the direction of Zenko's room, requesting him to follow you there. Tama scurried off of his lap as he moved to get up from his seat.

"Look..."

The two of you stood by her door, peering inside to see her sleeping soundly.

"She's precious to you, right? Well, you're precious to her too."

Badd leaned on the doorframe while you walked over to Zenko, picking up her head delicately and fixing her position, making her more comfortable.

Badd's piercing black eyes watched you cradle Zenko while simultaneously fixing up her bed.

"She has so much faith in you. So much faith that you'll always return to her and attend all of her piano recitals, buy all of the Amai Mask merch with her, and stay with her forever."

You softly spoke, not wanting to break Zenko's peaceful slumber.

You placed her down onto her pillow again, unfolded her blanket and draped it over her little frame, tucking her in.

Her brother observed the scene, something in his chained up heart started to burn as he suddenly felt all of it being unlocked. His face gracing a rare expression. He looked...surprisingly pleased.

"She loves you because she believes her onii-chan is the strongest hero of all. Everyone does."

"I do..."

You looked up at Badd with a gleam of hope in your eyes and walked over to him, grasping his hand and exiting Zenko's room, quietly shutting the door behind you.

"We love you. Not because you win every fight but because we have faith in you. You give us hope!"

Badd's expression seemed to be unreadable as he kept his face down, trembling where he stood while crushing your hand in his.

"H-hey, Badd don't be sad!"

He shook his head violently and stood tall, still trembling.

His face painfully scrunched up as he tried containing his tears, pinching his thigh with his index and thumb.

"I ain't cryin' c-cus I'm sad..."

You took one look at his face and stifled a laugh.

"Don't ya' dare start laughin'!"

And just as you burst out in giggles, Badd pulled you into his chest, hugging you snugly.

"Ya' take such good care of Zenko..."

You nodded, of course!

...

"She's like a little sister to me too! I'll always be there for her."

"That's all I ever wanted to hear..."

"I love you."

You giggled at his abrupt confession and patted his back. This damn kid...

"Oh Badd, I love you too..."

"Now, how about I set you a warm bath and after that, we'll get tucked in too. Hm?"

Badd nodded in agreement, no longer having a dull exterior. He was back to his confident old self again.

Kissing him on the cheek, you strode down the corridor to his bathroom to get started on filling the tub.

Badd called out to you from behind, getting your attention, his words making you blush and smile to yourself.

"But don't think I won't be takin' ya' into the tub with me!"

You turned a corner and winked.

"You'll have to catch me first, honey!"

Soon, the two of you found yourself in bliss, the world around you and the problems it produced became insignificant as the two of you embraced for the last time that night.

The last thing you remember doing was leaving gentle kisses on each other, before falling away into your dreams, while holding each other tight.

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Too much fluff for me...BLEHHH

#metalbatonepunchman #metalbat #metalbat x reader #metal bat x gender neutral reader #gender neutral s/o #gender neutral reader #opm #zenko #please let me know if i need to tag anything else

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aonogifreactions · 4 years

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Flower crown headcanons nobody asked for

a/n: hoooooo boy i went crazy with tHIS ONE JSDFGLSO i need help,, hc under the cut cus ITS LONG JFDOS bYE || beta read by my bff again ♡♡

✰ Characters: Rin, Yukio, Mephisto, Amaimon.

✰ Words: 1,4k

Rin:

He’s so fucking excited to do this and a bit nervous cus he probably hasn’t done that before.

first of all, he’s bewildered by the place you have taken him to. He’s never seen a bigger field full of flowers. He even feels bad for placing a blanket on the ground, thinking he’s probably gonna ruin some of them.

The atmosphere, the scenery is just too much for him- it feels so magical, surreal almost. Light blue sky with white, fluffy clouds, a huge field of flowers and his s/o... he swears he’s hallucinating.

He gets kinda confused when he gets some flowers on his lap. At first, he fiddles with the ends of the flowers, tries to make a knot and eventually sighs.

you giggle at him and show him the proper way of making a flower crown; honestly, he just stares so dumbfoundedly at it? it’s so damn cute and easy to do? how???????

and somehow he messed up?????

he doesn’t expect you putting that flower crown on his head though; that tiny daisies look so good on him, he almost looks like a real angel. he lowers his head looking on the ground and smiles softly, taking your hand in his; then, he chuckles.

“I... I really don’t deserve you, [Y/N]” he says quietly and kisses you on your lips softly; you can feel him smiling as he kisses you.

“Okay, [Y/N]! It’s my turn! I wanna make you a bomb flower crown!” His energy is back and he looks at you, grinning; you now notice his tiny blush. Not wasting any more time, you guide him a little bit and eventually, he made you a pretty flower crown with navy colored flowers.

He puts it gently on your head, smiling, “You look like a princess now. Honestly.. you are one to me.”

Yukio:

he’s honestly, impressed. similar to Rin, but he doesn’t show it as much. You can see his excitement a little bit though, the way he just looks around with a tiny smile is.. really refreshing.

he finds a nice spot under a tall tree, where he also places a blanket and sits down with you. None of you say anything, meanwhile he just.. takes in that beautiful view that’s in front of his eyes. He’s finally free and happy, plus, you’ve been with him all that time- He just feels so happy he might cry.

You wake him up from his trance by gently tapping him on the shoulder; he blinks at you, smiles, and says softly, “well... we’ve come here for a reason. Let’s do this.”

He’d probably looked up how to make flower crowns before he left, but he hasn’t actually tried it out, so now he finally has a chance.

acts like he doesn’t know how to do it, so he asks if you could explain it to him. meanwhile, you’re busy talking, he makes his own flower crown for you, nodding every time you ask him if he understood what you said.

for a first try, his flower crown looks very good - sure, it has some faults here and there, but he tried his best. he used red and white flowers and overall, it’s pretty impressive.

you look at his lap where the flower crown sits and confusion slightly takes over your face, “h-how did you... how did you manage to do it so well for the first time?!”

he laughs faintly, watching you; his gaze falls onto the flower crown as well.

“I put all my love for you into it, I guess” he murmurs to himself, hoping you didn’t catch that. He then put his crown onto your head and observes you blushing madly.

There’s something heavy in his chest, but in a positive way. He looks at you with pure adoration and love in his eyes, and then realizes... that it’s the first time in his life, when he feels loved and genuinely loves someone else.

Mephisto:

he doesn’t know how you managed to actually convince him to come, but hey, he’s here already and he’s gonna enjoy his time with you.

he loves seeing you pick flowers the most, actually; the way you just look so peaceful and happy... makes him feel e m o t I o n s.

although he’s probably seen such beautiful places already, it’s definitely a memory worth remembering; it’s also a moment when he can forget about his “worries” for a bit.

he’s been a long time on this world, thus he probably made and remembers how to make a flower crown; he pretends he doesn’t know how to do one though - he waits until you start explaining, then he’s just watching your delicate hands working on a flower crown; plus, your soothing voice makes him relaxed.

he’s amused on how silly that activity is, yet another part of him really likes this experience.

once you’re done with your flower crown, you stand up and hold it gently in your hands. He watches you and squints his eyes a little bit, trying to figure out what’s on your mind.

“Samael... The king of time,” you say calmly, your eyes wandering to Mephisto’s now smirking face as you addressed him with his real name, “But what kind of king would you be if you didn't wear the crown?”

he decides to play along and gets on one knee, lowering his head to make it easier for you to place flowers on his head.

“That’s right, darling. I’d love to get one.” he answers with his eyes closed. just as he feels the weight of the flower crown on his head, he gets up and twirls you around; he stops when your back is pressed to his chest. his hands then sneak around your waist as he whispers into your ear, “Now I am surely a king... but the king needs his queen, doesn’t he?”

Amaimon:

straight up says he doesn’t wanna go and that he can grow you flowers himself if you really wanna make that flower crowns so badly.

after 2 painful hours of begging him, he eventually agreed, but on one condition - you will have to make him food in a big, picnic basket. you couldn’t trick him though, since he promised to watch you make the food.

he insists he knows better transportation to the place instead of driving or walking, which is jumping from a tree to tree like a maniac for 15 minutes straight. you hold the basket for the dear life and pray he doesn’t drop you (spoiler: he won’t).

when you two arrive at the place, Amaimon slowly places you on the ground, letting you regain your balance. he then drags you by your hand to a random spot on the field and sits down, rummaging through the basket while you pick some flowers.

when you come back, half of the food is already gone and he looks at you with his usual, monotone expression. after a few minutes of silence, surprisingly, he’s the one to break it, saying, “mmm. those flowers are pretty boring, if you ask me.”

you pout at him, murmuring to yourself that you like the simplicity anyway. he hums in response, placing the pads of his fingers against the ground. suddenly, roots sprout near his hand, creating a wall full of different kinds of flowers - mostly colorful roses and the ones that are rare and in different parts of the world.

he cuts off some of them using his sharp nails, removes thorns and uses vines to tie them up together. you’re honestly speechless, considering that Amaimon isn’t the one that looks like a flower crown master (but he’s the king of earth... isn’t he?).

once he’s done, he looks at you, and then at the flower crown; he hesitates a little bit, thinking if he should add something more. he shakes his head, and with his still bored expression, carefully places his hard work on your head.

you blush, feeling a little ashamed of your own, plain flower crown. Amaimon however, snatches it from your hand and places it on his own head, saying, “mm, you look nice with that thing on your head. it’s kinda cute. now, make one for Behemoth. He seems like he wants one.” Behemot appears out of nowhere from behind a tree and sits down patiently, waiting for his very own flower crown.

the twins + meph and amai’s icons aren’t made by me! credit to the author! :3 headcanons have been written by me,,, just in case xD

#Ao no Exorcist #ao no exorcist imagine #blue exorcist #blue exorcist imagines #blue exorcist imagine #rin okumura #Rin Okumura x reader #Yukio Okumura #yukio okumura x reader #mephisto pheles #amaimon #Headcanon #Pure

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dragons-bones · 3 years

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FFXIV Write Entry #8: Great Grass Sea

Prompt: adroit || Master Post || On AO3

This feels a little incomplete but I’m not yet sure how to expand it. We’ll see where the October edits take us!

There was a part of Dancing Heron’s mind that kept expecting the rolling expanse of Paglth’an to be bone dry and arid, as much of a blasted waste as Zanr’ak and the Bowl of Embers and the Sagolii were. But while the air was still nowhere near to saturated with water the same way the Black Shroud and La Noscea were, the tall golden grasses that spread farther than she could see were still a shock to someone who associated dry climates with hardy acacias, scraggly bushes, and sparse, short grass. Paglth’an was beautiful—save for that damn tower, so unfathomably huge it could be seen over the mountains in Southern Thanalan, and how the beautiful grass-sea now hid scattered groups of Telophoroi soldiers.

Antionette clacked her beak, and Heron shook her head to banish her meandering thoughts and bring herself back on task. She patted her destrier’s neck in thanks.

Heron and her squadron of Immortal Flames soldiers had been here a sennight, working with the Amalj’aa to track the stragglers of the Carteneau battle that had retreated in haphazard groups across Eorzea. Without a firm commander to direct them, but still in the thrall of their tempering, they seemed to congregate close to the towers. And as part of the new peace initiatives with their former foes, the Eorzean Alliance had authorized squadrons of the Grand Companies, Temple Knights, and adventurers to go into tribal lands to assist with protecting local populations from the Telophoroi, as well as capturing Telophoroi to break their tempering.

General Tarupin had sighed heavily when she had strode into his office over a sennight ago. “Aren’t you supposed to be resting, Captain Heron?” he had said ruefully, returning her salute.

“All due respect, sir,” she had said, falling into parade rest, “this is the kind of thing I’m good at, and I’d much rather keep busy than sit on my hands. You know I’m happy to do this type of work.”

He had sighed and reluctantly smiled. “And Thal only knows you’re the least likely of all my commanders to cause a diplomatic incident,” he said.

Thankfully, the squadron he had assigned her to was one with which she had previously worked, and full of level-headed professional soldiers who took their cues from her. It would take more than a sennight to overcome the animosity between Ul’dah and the Amalj’aa, but the process was made much easier with people willing to learn to let go in the first place.

Now, Heron swept her gaze slowly back and forth from the back of her chocobo as her squad loped along their patrol route. On either side of her, two of her squadmates ranged outwards, while the other two acted as their rearguard; their Amalj’aa guide had gone ahead as their forward scout, following a path through the grasses they had easily spotted that her own people had missed. (Understandable; all of them were naturally bewildered by the tall grass, and none of their training had prepared them for tracking in such an environment. The Serpents would likely do much better, and Heron made a mental note to include a suggestion in her report to either do more cross-Company training exercises, or see about bring Serpent squadrons here, particularly since they would not have the same ingrained distrust for the Amalj’aa as many Flames did.)

A rustle ahead caught hers and Antionette’s attention, and she gave a low, trilling whistle. Immediately, her squadron fell in, closing ranks and cuing their chocobos to crouch into low, ready-to-charge positions. Antionette flattened her neck, hissing, but quieted with a clench of Heron’s hand on the left rein.

A low, familiar bark rang out, but the squadron did not relax until their Amalj’aa scout, Fezagg Gah, emerged from the grass, and Heron gave the all-clear whistle.

“A youth of the local clan only, bring their goats to the nearby watering hole,” Fezagg Gah said. They were not one to prevaricate. “Careless, to leave signs of their passage when enemies traverse the plains, but they will learn. To young to even yet be considered for one the tiers.”

Heron nodded. “I’m glad it wasn’t trouble,” she said. “Did they speak of any Telophoroi they may have seen recently?”

Fezagg Gah nodded, and removed a folded map from a pouch on their hip. Heron dismounted, as did the rest of the squadron, and they gathered around them as their scout unfolded the map. “We are here,” they said, pointing to a southwestern portion of the map. “This the watering hole that was the youth’s goal.” They moved their finger a little north and east, to the small bit of water marked there. “And yesterday, they spotted men here, heading for the tower.” They moved their claw further east, roughly a day’s ride away. “The youth reported they all wore similar armor, so I suspect they did not have captives with them.”

Heron rubbed her chin. “They are on our route, however,” she said. “Do you know of any encampments that might be along their route?”

The scout nodded. “One, two days’ ride by chocobo or drake, slightly south of the Telophoroi’s route. These Telophoroi are not mounted, and so we might either overcome them, or make for the encampment first to provide warning and protection.”

That was not a hard decision at all. “We’ll make for the encampment,” she said firmly, and gestured for the squadron to mount up. Fezagg Gah whistled, and their drake soon emerged from the grass, a growling purr in its throat.

Antionette warked as Heron hopped into the saddle and set her feet in the stirrups. She gave the destrier’s red-feathered shoulder a firm scratch and nodded to Fezagg Gah. “Lead the way,” she said.

The Amalj’aa saluted, and off they went, Heron and her Flames just behind, the golden grass of Paglth’an waving gently around them.

#ffxivwrite2021 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #oc: dancing heron #dt's writing

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northern-passage · 3 years

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lea and "is that my shirt?" maybe? ily and your game 🥺

The morning air bites your nose, and you shift in your bedroll, burrowing deeper inside, letting out a little groan as you hide from the early sun glowing through the fabric of your tent.

It’s a late start for you, and you know you can’t put it off anymore. Reluctantly, you crawl out from under the covers, shoving on your boots and rubbing your eyes, all but stumbling out through the tent opening. Your breath fogs in front of you as you stand fully, stretching your arms over your head with a yawn. Despite the chill, there’s no snow on the ground, just a fine layer of frost that glitters in the dawn light.

You’re surprised to see Lea up already, crouched in front of a small fire, warming a pot over the flames. You can smell their strong coffee from here. Damn. Lea never gets up before you. Glancing around, you can see their tent is still up, and they’ve made no move to pack up camp, clearly. A lazy morning it is, then.

Their hair is still loose, falling over their shoulders as they lean over the fire, shifting the pot around, no doubt anxious for it to finish heating. You shuffle over, sighing as you plop down next to them. You’re grateful for the folding camp chairs Lea bought recently, keeping you warm and off the ground. Gambit has no problem carrying it along with the other gear, the beast of a horse that he is.

You’re still waking up, staring dumbly into the fire. Lea is grumbling to themself, fidgeting again with the pot.

“It’s not going to cook faster just ‘cus you tell it to,” you say, giving them a look.

Lea just huffs, sitting back in their chair.

The morning is quiet, just the wood popping as it burns, soft bird song up in the trees. Peaceful, almost. The sun is warm as it spills into the clearing around you, and despite the earlier chill you’re comfortable, leaning towards the fire with your elbows on your knees and your eyes closed.

Your tranquility is disrupted as Lea swears next to you.

Slowly opening your eyes you look over at them, shaking their one hand and sucking on their finger.

“I told you to be patient,” you say.

Lea swears again, giving you a dirty look, before standing from the chair and, using a handful of the front of their shirt, grabbing the hot handle of the pot. They struggle to hold the hot water, and you blink a few times, before grabbing their mug where it sits beside their chair, holding it up for them. Lea quickly pours the hot water over the coffee grounds, swearing all the while.

“Son of a bitch,” they hiss, as they drop the pot back on the fire. The kettle the two of you shared had long since been lost, so this was what you had to do, and you’re pretty sure Lea burns their hands every time due to their impatience to let the pot cool a bit before trying to pour it.

You can see some of the hot water has sloshed out onto the shirt, and Lea pulls it away from their stomach, fanning it in the cold air. You watch them for a moment, before something clicks in your mind.

“Is that my shirt?” you ask.

Lea freezes. Looking now, it’s clear – it’s short on them, which is probably the reason why they still burned their hand and spilled the water, without extra fabric to grab it with. They’re wearing high-waisted thermal pants, so you didn’t notice the shortness at first.

“It is, isn’t it?”

Lea looks down in horrified realization as you prompt them again. They jump to their feet, nearly knocking the pot over, the water hissing as it splatters on the hot wood.

“Uh..uh -,” they struggle to say anything, and you can see their cheeks flush as they look around frantically, and you almost expect them to just start running.

You’ve been missing that shirt for a while, figuring you had just left it in some shitty tavern some where, never to be seen again. Lea’s had it all this time? The thought overwhelms you, a warm ache in your chest that almost makes you breathless.

You’re just sitting next to them, dumbfounded, both of you gaping at each other.

“Y-you can have it back,” Lea finally manages, and you watch as they reach down and start to take the shirt off.

You jump up now, too, knocking your chair to the ground.

“It’s cold,” you say stupidly, and Lea stops, the shirt halfway over their head.

They’re wearing a thermal undershirt as well, but the kind that’s tight, way tighter than anything they would ever wear truly, leaving little left to the imagination, and you can’t help but stare, your face growing hot.

Lea drops their arms at your words, their shirt flopping back down over their stomach, and you quickly glance away, taking a step back and nearly tripping over your upturned chair, spilling coffee to the ground, the cup still grasped in your hand.

Lea reaches out and grabs your elbow, steadying you, and the touch is pure electricity, surging up your arm, and Lea immediately recoils after realizing they’re holding you, shying away.

The awkward silence drags out. Lea is looking anywhere but at you.

But you look at them, in your shirt. Their long hair falling around their face, the way the morning sun glows, turning their dark hair a warm, deep brown. Clenching your jaw, you tear your gaze away, and thrust your hand out, offering them their coffee.

Lea glances over, and seems to have an internal struggle before finally taking it from you. Slowly, they sit back down, and you right your chair and do the same. Lea finally clears their throat after a painful amount of time.

“I can. I can give it back to you, later,” they say.

There are a million questions you want to ask. Did you take it, or find it? Why have you had it all this time? Why didn’t you return it, if you found it? Are you sleeping in it?

The idea of them sleeping in your clothes. Your breath nearly catches in your throat.

But you don’t say any of that.

“Okay,” is all you manage.

#i got this one A LOT lmao #and i love you random anon!#i call this. lea and the hunter are stupid as hell #lea chen #ask #anonymous #snippets

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virgostann · 3 years

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What a feeling

Lee Bodecker Series (6)

Warnings- No spoilers for “the devil all the time”, 18+ topics, language, smut, angst, sensitive topics, abuse, sexual assault

(if you’re not comfortable with any of these please do not read)

Summary- A women, Scarlett Clare, is running away from her past and the danger that she is connected to. She wasn’t planning on coming across the town of Knockemstiff nor meeting the Sheriff and getting on his radar.

SMUT ALERT..

I bumped my hip into the bar counter, hissing at the pain as I felt I’ve been shot. I stood hunched over for a couple seconds before I heard the bell ring- signaling we had customers.

I had been eyeing the cruisers outside the diner for about ten minutes. A cop sat in each car and was busy doing stuff either in a book or a computer.

My eyes widened for a split second as the pair of officers walked into a booth on MY side of the diner. “Fucking great” I mumbled as I grabbed my pen and note pad from my apron pocket. “Hello gentlemen, what can I do for you?” I smiled. One of them eyed me as I took down their orders and I looked up at him as I felt his stare, I awkwardly smiled and he snapped out of his gaze. “My apologies..you look so familiar” he spoke, “oh I don’t know a plain face like mine, maybe not” I joked and I walked back into the kitchen.

“What was that about, darlin” I heard as I almost made it to the kitchen area. “Uh nothing Lee, I’ll get your coffee” I smiled quickly. It was busy to say the least.

After Lee had gotten his coffee, he made his way over to the other officers and they began talking. I was on edge my entire shift, I made myself busy so I avoided the authority in this dinner.

Finally, my shift was over and I sped walked all the way to my apartment.

* 2 weeks later *

I had made my way down to a bookstore on the opposite side of town. I was beyond bored and needed something to entertain myself.

As I walked along the sidewalk my eyes caught a slip of paper stapled to a wooden light post. I snatched up the white sheet and saw my face plastered on it. “Oh my fuck” I cursed and ditched the thought of the bookstore. I ran and ran, If they had my picture in town, then Lee definitely knew.

The sun was starting to set as I arrived to the apartment building. My eyes scanned the perimeter and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the coast was clear.

After a much needed shower, I made some tea and sat down on my couch. I closed my eyes and rested my head back. A knock on my door interrupted the peace of the small apartment.

“Open up Darlin’ we need to chat” My heart started racing as I heard the voice. I stood up in a frenzy, my first instinct was to climb down the window and run but this whole mess wasn’t my fault. I was defending myself. I took a breathe and opened the door.

“Now you gon’ tell me what this is about” Lee spoke, holding up the ‘wanted’ sheet with my face on it. “Lee I can explain” I mumbled, “I knew there was something off, a pretty one like you doesn’t just stumble into this town cus they like it. No, there was somethin’ off and I knew it once them officers were at that damn dinner.” He kinda looked mad and I wasn’t about to piss him off more. So I sat him down and I told him the truth.

Flashback

“Honey, dinner is ready” I spoke as I shuffled into the kitchen with some bread sticks. “The bread smells really good, it’s a new recipe I tried out” I smiled as I brought out the last few things I had prepared.

I felt a pair of hands on my waist and a kiss being pressed to my cheek. I smelt the strong scent of alcohol right away. I rolled my eyes as I pulled the hands off me and sat down to eat. He grumbled lowly at my reaction and the dinner was eaten in silence. He stepped away as I cleaned up and washed our dishes. “C’mon what’s gotten into you now” his voice entered the once quiet kitchen. I sighed, “don’t start please” tears welled in my eyes as I knew where this was going. “What do you mean Claire, I can’t touch my wife??” he threw his hands up an amused expression on his face.

“You’re drunk you asshole!” I said, wiping my hands off on a towel. “You’re not going to raise your voice at me” he boomed, And... there’s the snap. I rolled my eyes, “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, I don’t take commands from no man” I spit and that’s when his hand made contact with my cheek. I didn’t let any tears fall as I held it together. He grabbed my chin, pressing his lips onto my in a hard and forcing way. “No..get the fuck,,OFF! I spoke, pushing him away from me. He grabbed my arm and I wiggled out of his grasp, never in a million years would I have thought he would charge at me the way he did.

My eyes widened as I ran into the living room, he was faster with his strides and grabbed a fist full of my hair. I screamed out in pain and turned around sending a punch into his cheek. He grunted letting me go for a second and I booked it into the kitchen once more. My eyes scanned around for anything to defend myself with, I grabbed a shiny black pan on my left. When I heard his footsteps behind me I swung the pan and made contact with his face.

I dropped it as my eyes widened at what I had done. I thought I killed him. I was a murderer now. I stepped over his body and ran into the bedroom packing whatever shit could fit in a duffle bag.

End Flashback

“I did nothing wrong, Lee. I was protecting myself.” I said, eyeing his face as he just sat there with a blank expression. I had no idea I would end up having a heart to heart with Lee Bodecker but here we were. “So you came here of all places?” he questioned, kind of amused. My heart raced as I started getting angry at his disregard for seriousness. “Lee” I sighed, “Okay darlin’, if you just give me his name I can see what I can do” he spoke. “No we-we can’t, I don’t want him to know where I am Lee, if he’s still alive even after-” I started to panic. “Hey It’s alright doll, I’m here. Don’t you worry ‘bout nothin’” he pulled me into him.

I looked up at him, I notice the twinkle in his blue eyes and I immediately just feel myself in a daze. Thoughts ran through my mind of that one night in the hallway. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks and he knew I was thinking about it as the smirk appeared on his face.

My back hit the pillows with his body hovering above mine. He grunted as I pressed my body tighter to his own and I grinded against him. I felt the bulge grow and I smiled into the kiss. His eyes full of lust as we made eye contact. I discarded my clothes and watched in a daze as he made his way down in between my legs.

“Don’t be a tease” I panted and his face looked up with a genuine smile. I couldn’t help but smile back, what the fuck was going on?!? His lips kissed my inner thigh and I threw my head back onto my pillows. “Ohh god” I moaned as he licked up and down my slit, my eyes closing once he put my sensitive nub in his mouth and sucked. My hands went into his hair, holding him down closer and I felt like I was going to loose it when his tongue entered. He then took his finger and traced along my arousal, then slowly entering and pumping. “Lee, don’t stop” I mumbled and my eyes rolling as he added another finger and curved them inside me. His mouth and fingers now working on me, faster with every noise that slips past my lips.

My legs shake around his head as he brings me to my first orgasm. I throw my head back as I try to control my breathing. I hear his clothing thump onto the floor and his hands spreading my legs. “You want it darlin’” he mumbles, watching his cock spread through my arousal and slowly popping the head into my hole. “You’re so wet for me” He spoke as his eyes met mine, I whimpered at the feeling. “You want me to fuck you, hmm” he said, “yes..sir” I said, that word taking me back.

“OH fuck yes” I moaned as every thrust hit further in me. His grunts matched my moans and his hand moving up to grab onto my wrists, holding them above my head. “Such a good girl, look at this” he said as my eyes trailed down to where my pussy swallowed his cock.

“Lee fuck, I’m close” I groaned, “hold it” he grunted as he pumped me at a fast pace. “I-I can’t Lee, ah my god” I almost shrieked at the feeling of clenching around him. “Let go, that’s it. All over my cock, baby” he said as my high hit and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I couldn’t form any words as my body shook underneath him. Quickly, he grabbed onto the headboard and pounded in me. I grunted and moaned as he chased his own release. Then he suddenly stilled inside me and I felt his warmth fill me.

“On all fours. Now.” he said. I got on my hands and knees, facing my head board. “Look at us darlin’, such a cute pair huh?” he pulled me to his front, kissing my head as we saw our reflection in the headboard mirror. He slipped inside me once more, going slow at first and caressing my body.

He picked up his pace and pulled me up against him, his hand going to my throat as we watched in the mirror. His lips kissing down my neck and leaving little love bites. I brought my hands behind his back and held him to me tighter as he continued to hit it from the back. I moaned out as I felt myself clenching around him and that coil in my stomach forming.

“Fuck I’m going to--” I moaned out as he hit a particularly sensitive spot in me. “Not yet” he grunted as he pushed my face down in my pillows and started going faster. My moans were getting louder and louder. It felt like a sauna in the bedroom.

My hair was in his fist but not to where it would hurt me. I clenched around him and heard him let out a moan. “Fuck Scar” he said under his breathe. My body let go on its own, not being able to take any more. He groans from behind me as his thrusts got sloppier and he lets go with a couple curse words and my name.

He pulls me to his side as we lay on the bed trying to catch out breathe. I yawn and turn my body to rest my head on his chest. I closed my eyes as I felt a kiss planted on my temple.

Taglist: @melli0112 @charmed-asylum

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smuttyjenos · 3 years

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The Heartbreak Series

A Short Overview of Mark’s Love-life Throughout the Years

Mark-centric AU

Pairings: markhyuck, markten, yumark, renmark, jenmark, lumark, and side!johnten

word count: 3.4k+ words

written in bullet form cus I'm a lazy shit

unbetaed so read at your own risk lmao

very self-indulgent; i.e., I just really wanted to hurt Mark... sorry Mark

suggestive themes. contains swearing and mentions of alcohol, drugs, sex, and cigarettes. reader discretion is advised!

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MARKHYUCK - “The timing wasn’t right”

Mark didn’t hate Donghyuck when they first met; he just didn’t get him

Where Mark was quiet, respectful, and peace-loving Donghyuck was loud, brash, and always spoke what was on his mind without any regard to anyone’s feelings

But somehow everyone loved Hyuck and Mark couldn’t understand why

Until he took the time to properly get to know him

That was when he realized how irresistibly magnetic he was

He was funny in a crass way

And was horribly honest (for better or for worse)

He knew the best ways to rile people up but somehow always smiled his way out of any fight

And god was his smile beautiful

He made you want to be his friend with a single look

But understanding this didn’t mean understanding his own feelings (especially as a supposedly “straight” Catholic boy), so nothing truly develops between Mark and Hyuck aside from a weirdly tense friendship

Where Mark was constantly craving his attention

And Hyuck was constantly torn between giving it to him or staying away for his own sanity

They move away from each other after high school and end up in different universities so they don’t hear from each other again until years later

MARKTEN - “the mentor”

Mark was in his first year of college when he realized he might not actually be straight after all

Being away from his Catholic parents and being exposed to other types of people really helped broaden his horizons

But meeting Ten was the turning point

They kissed during a game of Truth or Dare and the next thing Mark knew was that Ten was bringing him home to his bed

The morning after a confusing but terribly pleasurable fiasco, Ten was laughing at Mark's naivety because

(1) he hadn’t left like most guys do after a one night stand and;

(2) Mark was a cuddler when he was drunk off his ass

A literal octopus that pouted and whined and unconsciously sucked hickies unto exposed pieces of skin he could reach overnight

Mark tries to make sense of what happened

He thought that he and Ten HAD to be a thing now after what they had done (and they had done a lot)

Mark doesn’t really understand yet the concept of a one night stand

Ten explains to him that they don’t have to date or be exclusive (Ten just doesn’t roll that way)

They can just keep things casual between them

But poor Mark just looked so lost

So Ten takes him under his wing

Ten spends the next few months helping Mark explore his sexuality

They try different positions and different roles and even have a few threesomes with Ten’s more regular hookup: Johnny

Ten goes to great lengths to teach Mark about the wonders of hookup culture and one night stands and bars with sexy drunk men and sex full of passion but without any of the strings attached

He does all this before sending him off into the world like a chick leaving the nest

But Ten is still Mark’s favorite go-to for a long time

He just never had a chance with Ten

Not really

Especially not with Johnny always around

YUMARK - “the first heartbreak”

Yuta was Mark’s first boyfriend

He was known around the school as the problem-kid in Johnny’s year because he had skipped and flunked so many classes, has repeated his 3rd year twice

He was also notorious for his black-painted nails, devil-may-care attitude, and smoking on school grounds

He was the type of boy your parents warned you to stay away from

And he was also Ten’s go-to supply for happy pills and alcohol whenever he hosted parties at Johnny's frat house

Mark had known about him for a while

Had heard about him from all his seniors and even his batchmates

But they first meet at Ten’s graduation party when Mark was in his 2nd Year

By then Mark had been well-taught and fully immersed in hookup culture and he wanted to try his hand on someone different like Yuta

He let the older boy take him to his dorm room which smelled of weed and cheap beer

This isn't really what Mark would call attractive

But somehow spending the night with Yuta made Mark crave more than was deemed healthy

Even Ten wanted him to stay away from Yuta after hearing he had slept with him

But something about his aura made Mark fall to his knees

So they spend a few more nights together wrapped up in each other’s embrace

Yuta showed Mark things that Ten didn’t dare (and that was saying something as Ten was quite kinky himself)

Mark would probably never disclose to anyone the kind of shit he and Yuta regularly got around to doing

But one of their tamer endeavors, and one that they particularly enjoyed doing, was fucking raw while they were high or drunk

During this time their inhibitions would be completely thrown out the window and their fucking would often border on dangerous

Like fucking on the windowsill with the window wide open

Despite living on the 3rd floor

On one of those blurry nights where their vision was hazy with smoke and their throats burned from liquor, Mark blurted out that he had fallen in love with Yuta

Yuta didn't exactly reply

But he pulled him into a kiss and they didn’t speak of it again

They spent most of their free time together making out, fucking, or chilling at Yuta’s dorm with bongs and Japanese horror movies after that

They skipped classes to go on long drives to the countryside where they’d happily fuck in (and occasionally on) the car

Mark picked up smoking as a habit after having been given the task of carrying around Yuta’s lighter and lighting his cigarettes for him

The hefty metal had ‘N.YUTA’ messily carved into its body with a box cutter

And carrying it around made Mark feel useful, powerful, and gave him a sense of purpose

But he didn’t realize how dependent he was becoming or how much of his life he was slowly ruining

Mark lived in this toxic relationship believing Yuta needed him

Yuta told him that he needed him

When in reality it was actually Mark who needed him to feel alive

One day the relationship took a nosedive when Mark finds Yuta cheating on him with Winwin

Mark had never known what rage felt like until that moment

Mark cried angry tears

And he threw the metal light out the window, shattering the glass and causing Winwin to wince at the probable cost of the damage

Yuta tried to apologize but ultimately they decided that the relationship had already died months ago

They weren’t good or healthy for each other

And this was apparently just an incident waiting to happen

So they broke things off without another word

Mark has long since forgiven Yuta but only because it was in his nature to do so

But despite having uttered the words “I forgive you” he still feels the sting of heartache every time he sees Yuta and Winwin together

Because he couldn’t deny that Winwin made Yuta better than he ever could

RENMARK - “the one that got away”

Renjun was unique and enigmatic in many ways

He was smart, funny, artistic, and had a great personality, but was closed off and always kept his guard up

He made Mark want to use big words he otherwise would never use on a daily basis (like Abstentious, Deleterious, and Grandiose) simply because it made him smile

And Mark really loved his smile

Renjun would tease him for it, saying Mark probably didn't even know half the words he spewed out

But Mark could handle a few hundred blows to his ego if it meant Renjun would look at him for a few seconds longer

Following his relationship with Yuta, however, Mark just couldn’t find it in himself to ask the damn boy out

Renjun wasn’t an overly affectionate person and was stingy with skinship

But that made it all sweeter when he would lean against Mark while laughing his loud, full-bellied laugh at something Mark had said

Mark avoided smoking around Renjun because he had said once that he didn’t enjoy the smell

And he had associated cigars to his absent father

So regardless of the heavy withdrawals he experienced, Mark eventually quit smoking altogether because Renjun was less likely to recoil from a hug if he smelled more like sweat than if he smelled of burnt nicotine

Mark thought that maybe this was Renjun making him better (the same way Winwin had made Yuta better)

This made Mark think "Ah yes, he's the one"

But he wasn’t

He knew he wasn’t because of one night where Mark invited Renjun to his dorm to watch a movie over some beer and popcorn

They watched Love, Rosie, because Renjun wanted something cheesy to cringe to

They weren’t cringing though

Instead, they had the lights dimmed and the movie set to a low volume as they seriously talked about what could’ve happened if Rosie and Alex had just confessed to each other sooner

Hearing Renjun’s thoughts made Mark want to confess his love for him sooner too

And it was a little deeper into the night when Mark was on his 5th bottle and Renjun was on his 3rd that Mark found himself staring at Renjun’s side profile

He allowed himself this moment to trace the boy’s features

From the soft curve of his eyebrow down to his dainty ears and his perfectly carved out jaw that was hidden underneath a smooth expanse of unblemished skin

When Mark looked up again, Renjun was staring back

A moment passed where Mark’s heart felt like it was trying to jump out of his chest

And then he was leaning in and kissing Renjun on the lips

It wasn’t rough or passionate

It was slow and all-encompassing

All sighs and deep breathes before a gentle brush of parted lips

Renjun ended up on Mark’s lap, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes closed like he was scared to know if this was real or not

But he knew it was real because he was holding unto Mark’s shoulders for dear life while Mark held him gently by the waist

Renjun sleeps over at Mark’s that night but they didn’t go beyond soft kisses and lips against smooth skin

Mark thought it was perfect

But when Mark wakes up the next day, Renjun had left him a note on his bedside table that said

“Please, let’s not talk about last night.”

So they don’t

Because when they meet again, Jaemin was all wide smiles and sparkling teeth

“I finally got the courage to ask Renjun out, and he said yes!”

Mark tries his best to forget about his crush on Renjun because he still wanted him around and because he couldn’t ruin his friendship with Jaemin

Even if he couldn’t rest his hand on his lower back or press gentle kisses on his forehead, having him around was enough

Mark tells himself that this is enough

Seeing Renjun happy, even if it was in the arms of another, is enough

Renjun’s presence and his friendship is enough

It was Mark that wasn’t enough

MARKJEN - “the rebound”

Mark wasn’t enough for Renjun and Jeno wasn’t enough for Jaemin even when they both gave their all for the other

Mark still avoided smoking around Renjun but without the boy teetering him down his withdrawals became too hard to resist

So he allowed himself a butt or two whenever he was out, drinking his sorrows away with Jeno

Jaemin and Renjun’s relationship became their common denominator and they decided, after multiple bottles of whiskey and gin, that they should fall into bed with one another

Sex with Jeno was surprisingly rough and fast-paced

There was no love there; just calloused hands on his body and teeth marking his tanned skin

And a battle for dominance which Jeno was surprisingly unwilling to relinquish

After having been emotionally used by Jaemin for years, something snapped in Jeno that made him refuse to bend over for anyone ever again

And Mark, after having Renjun take everything he could give, was happy to let Jeno take the reigns and give it to him harder than anyone else ever did

They didn’t fall in love with one another

They never shared gentle kisses or whispered sweet things to one another

But between them bloomed a strong friendship that helped patch the emptiness in their hearts and anchored them back to the ground all the way until graduation

MARKHYUCK (2) - “it was you all along”

Of all the people Mark thought he’d meet on the bus, he didn’t expect Donghyuck to drop unto his lap (quite literally) during his commute home

After suffering multiple heartaches throughout his years in college, Mark thought himself too old to believe in fate or soulmates

He instead believed in the art that is hooking up with strangers he would meet at bars (Ten liked to call it “going back to his roots”)

(Not that Ten had any right to speak when he and Johnny were getting hitched in two month’s time)

But meeting Hyuck had him thinking that maybe fate wasn’t all just a can of baloneys

Even after Donghyuck had quite literally fallen unto Mark’s lap, he still had the audacity to get mad at the older boy for sitting in that particular seat that he could’ve fallen into without incident

And Mark could barely believe his ears at the words

Donghyuck was still just as brash and rude as he was when they were in high school

But the mischief in his eyes was aged, more mature, and less childish

Clearly, he's seen and experienced things and grown up a little

Even if it wasn't obvious

Perhaps they shared a few experiences between them?

Mark didn't have time to ponder on this as he was completely stunned to silence

Mark got up from his seat and offered it to the angry boy, who wasn’t really all that angry to begin with because he didn't know what else to do

Donghyuck was hesitant but he eventually sat down on the chair that Mark offered

It was the wrong decision though as Mark decided to stay rooted to his spot, right beside the seat, a little rigid and causing Hyuck some intense discomfort

Mark stared down at Donghyuck who was getting red from all the attention

After barking out a “what?” Mark asked the first thing that was on his mind

“Do you want to get some coffee with me?”

Of course, Donghyuck was taken aback

But the guilt of having stolen Mark’s seat and STILL acting rude despite all of that made Hyuck turn away with a blush high on his cheeks and a silent “sure” falling from his lips

The silent 'sure' that made a smile blossom on Mark’s face so Donghyuck didn’t really mind (to him, Mark was still as handsome as he remembered)

They stop by the first Starbucks they see and sit down to catch up

Mark finds out that Hyuck had just started working at the same company he and Johnny worked at

Donghyuck was also scheduled to move into the same apartment complex Mark lived in–albeit on a higher floor

Something pleasant wriggled inside Mark at the knowledge that he could potentially be spending more time with Hyuck depending on what department he'll be working in

He was pretty fucking convinced that it was fate paying him back for all the years of heartache he endured

Mark quickly offers Donghyuck his assistance for the move but the younger of the two quickly rejects, telling him that he was plenty capable of doing it on his own

Mark wanted to argue further but he feared it would scare Hyuck away, so he let it be and simply settled with buying the boy jjajangmyeon to celebrate getting his own place

They quickly become close friends after that and Mark takes Hyuck as his + 1 for Johnny and Ten's wedding

Mark decides that slow and steady was a good move for him and Hyuck

But what he didn’t anticipate happening was Donghyuck meeting Jeno at the wedding and seemingly becoming infatuated with the other boy

Mark was starting to think that life was a bit too unfair to him as he watched Hyuck and Jeno become fast friends

He wanted to scream and retaliate

And tell Jeno to stick to his lane as he was already flirting with Jisung anyway

But instead, Mark runs away wanting to spare himself another heartache

And Hyuck was left to stand there, baffled by Mark's sudden inattention

LUMARK - “it’s not me, it’s him.”

In a desperate attempt to forget about Hyuck, Mark starts sleeping around once again and meets Lucas

He was a boy his age who he likened to a giant puppy

A puppy he definitely shouldn't have met at a gay bar because he was much too kind for his own good

Lucas is as sweet to him as life is cruel

On the first night they met, Lucas had bought him a drink, danced with him on the dance floor, patted his back while he hurled into a toilet from drinking too hard, and then let him cry on his shoulder after bringing him back home (supposedly to make out so more but that didn't exactly go as planned)

A week later and Mark finds himself getting picked up after work every single day

He walks him home, regularly takes him out for dinner dates, and even asks him if he wanted to move in after his lease was up

All within a month of dating him

Once again Mark finds himself thinking that maybe Lucas is the one even if he knows very well that he didn't deserve the giant puppy

He couldn’t deny, however, that the relationship fell short

Lucas was very kind about this and asked Mark if maybe there was someone else

Technically there wasn’t

But really... there was

Because Mark couldn’t get the thought of Donghyuck out of his head

Mark blurts this out one night but hastily explains to Lucas that nothing is going in between him and Hyuck

Mark could never cheat on anyone after suffering so badly with Yuta

And Mark hasn't really been out to see a lot of his friends since he met Lucas (mostly to avoid Hyuck) so he didn't really have the time to cheat on him

He will just try harder to love Lucas as much as Lucas loved him is what Mark says

But all Lucas says in response is “I am not Donghyuck, and that's okay."

MARKHYUCK (3) - “say yes”

After the relatively peaceful breakup with Lucas (who agrees that they should at least remain friends), Mark is once again alone in the world

Mark and Donghyuck still work for the same company and still go home to the same apartment complex

But where Mark used to have Lucas pick him up and walk him home, he now had no one to spare him the uncomfortable small talk that Hyuck has insisted they have

“What happened to Lucas?”

“We broke up.”

“Oh.”

“What happened to Jeno?”

“He’s with Jisung.”

“Oh!”

Mark was clearly taken aback as he knew Jeno used to flirt with Jisung long before he even met Hyuck

Shouldn’t having them hang out make Donghyuck uncomfortable?

Just like before, Mark was deeply baffled by Hyuck’s behavior

“Is he not crushing on Jisung anymore?”

“He’s literally head over heels in love with him.”

“Then why’d you let them hang out?”

An uncomfortable silence envelops them that causes Mark to look up at Hyuck properly

“... cus they’re dating?”

Mark was confused by this

It’s true he hadn’t been with his friends in a while, completely focusing on Lucas and avoiding Donghyuck

But he couldn’t have possibly missed something this big

“I thought you and Jeno were dating? You two became so close after the wedding.”

This time it was Donghyuck who gave Mark a confused look (although his was laced with anger)

“Mark Lee you can’t be that fucking stupid! I was asking him to help me ask you out.”

A whirlwind of emotions washed over Mark as he stared at the angry boy in front of him

He found it more and more difficult to do anything BUT stare at Donghyuck; he just had that effect on him

He stared so hard that he didn’t realize they had reached their stop and that Donghyuck was getting off the bus

Mark allowed his body to move on autopilot as he helplessly followed Hyuck into their apartment building

As if he was watching his life pass by like a movie, Mark watched as Hyuck pressed (slammed) the button for his floor for him and allowed himself to be pushed out of the elevator when he had reached his supposed destination

But instead of walking to his apartment, Mark turned back around to the closed elevator and stared some more

When the elevator doors opened again to reveal one of his startled neighbors, Mark suddenly snaps out of his trance-like stupor

What the fuck was he doing out here?

As the moments before suddenly rush back to him, Mark makes a move for the elevator (even getting slammed between the doors as it was closing) to go to Hyuck’s apartment

He bangs on the door loudly, not bothering to put down his suitcase that was undoubtedly scuffing the wooden door

Donghyuck flings the door open angrily to yell at Mark but is instead cut off by the older boy’s voice

“What do you mean ask me out?”

Hyuck stared at Mark in disbelief for a moment before attempting to close the door on his face

Much to his delight and Donghyuck's anger, Mark’s reflexes were much faster than either of them knew and he easily pushes himself into the room to simply ask again

“Hyuck, what do you mean ask me out? You were going to ask me out?”

“Yes you big oaf, I was going to ask you out! But your stupidly small brain encased in that big forehead of yours decided to date Lucas before I even had the chance.”

Mark bites back a smile but ultimately fails as he backs Haechan further into the apartment

“Ask me now.”

“What?”

“Ask me out now.”

At this point, Donghyuck looks downright murderous but Mark pays him no heed as he keeps smiling down at Hyuck

“I’m not asking you out anymore, Mark Lee.”

“Then I’ll ask you.”

“No you won’t, I’ll say no.”

“Go out with me, Donghyuck.”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to anymore!”

“Please?”

Hyuck stared up at the soft, pleading look on Mark’s face and feels himself crumble for a moment

So he turns away from temptation, a scowl deepening the lines on his face

Mark only follows his gaze and smiles back at Hyuck

He could see the younger boy's resolve breakaway but he also knew that Hyuck was a stubborn bitch

So finally, in a last-ditch attempt to get what he hoped will make them both happy, Mark decides to take Donghyuck’s hands in his and looks directly into his eyes

“I know I was a dick, Hyuck.. but please give me one more chance? Go out with me...”

Hyuck seemed like he was at a loss for words

The last of his dignity and his inflated ego had been chipped away and he felt like he was suddenly laid bare in front of Mark

Completely and 100% at his mercy

So instead of dignifying Mark’s begging with a response, he looks away once more and gives him a curt nod

The small affirmation, however, lights up Mark’s face and he hurriedly throws his arms around Hyuck and pulls him into a tight hug before spinning him around once (completely ignoring the shrieking it caused)

When Mark pulls away, Donghyuck's face is flushed red and he's scowling at him once more

But that didn’t dim Mark's smile at all

Instead, he asks Hyuck if he could kiss him

And Donghyuck, of course, says yes

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imagines-mha · 4 years

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class 1-B and night routines

Monoma: if monoma doesn’t annoy at least 2 people per night he simply will not sleep. Wears the comfiest pyjamas- like a 100% cotton top and plaid pj bottoms and everyones so fuckin jealous. He tells everyone he has a 16 step self-care routine he does every night but he really just brushes his teeth and then sits on his phone for like 2 hours? Ike what do you GET out of lying???

Tetsutetsu: he thinks going to bed after 11pm is criminal. Literally doesn’t understand the cryptidcrew™️ who DONT MF SLEEP. Works out before bed which is 👌🏻👌🏻 OOF. Aw hes the type of friend to make everyone tea and toast and send them asmr videos if they cant sleep i love him. He usually spends his night dancing around with pony and working off all his ENERGY

Kendo: “yall im turning into bed i’m too tired for this shit” “kendo it’s 7pm”

My girl will retire to her room as early as she can (usually with the rest of the girls) and she just RELAXES. Like self-care to the max: paints her nails, watches tv, plans her tomorrow, showers. She’s usually asleep at 10pm and wakes up the next morning full energy I want what she has

Awase: he has the WORST sleep schedule like fr. Literally sits up on tiktok until 3am and he’s just like “oh shit i’m up at 7…” *continues scrolling* like bro GET UR ASS TO BED U HAVE TRAINING AT 6AM. His night routine ain’t anything special- he sleeps in sweats and always keeps his window open (although someone told him about banshees once and now hes lowkey terrified lmao)

Kaibara- the type to fall asleep on the sofa and wake up at 4 in the morning to find tsuburaba in the kitchen eating a full course meal and he just SIGHS and goes up to bed in the worst mood bc why tf are his friends so WEIRD. Likes to watch the stars and edit pictures before he sleeps- its so therapeutic to him and also productive so he’s winning

Rin- he drinks coffee every night after midnight and then goes “oh my fuck shit i just drank coffee why am i like this” like congrats u fuckin dumbass now u ain’t gonna sleep. And he never fuckin learns. Always does his hw at like 11pm, Also stays up way too late binge-watching star wars smh

Tsuburaba: he gets up every night and treats himself to a three-course meal in the kitchen no cap no sound awareness my man will be blending shit full blast at 2 in the morning. Usually falls asleep sitting at the kitchen table and he 👏🏻 needs 👏🏻 a 👏🏻 chiropractor 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻. Also always forgets to do his homework until everyone’s packing up to go to bed and hes like “please,, anyone,, the math?”. Shoda wants to punch him so bad

Ibara: the most well-structured person in the entire building. At 7pm she has her shower, at 8:30pm she goes to pray, at 9:30pm she journals and draws to calm her mind, and at 10pm she meditates until she falls asleep- which is usually 10:20pm.. Everyone wants her self control and independance like damn how does she FUNCTION. Also queen of vegan self-care remedies

Pony: girl is chaotic as fuck it’ll be like 10pm and rin’s like “yo pony can i copy the hw??” And shes like “WHAT HOMEWORK.” . *cue two idiots freaking tf out*. She’s always wearing matching pj sets and fluffy socks and loves sliding around in them like a dork. Dances every night before bed to tire herself out like shes just in the lounge deadass vibing to taylor swift and a new person joins her everytime . people would be dead without her

Kodai: movies every night or she won’t go to class the next morning. Shes always just sitting on her phone w earphones in like she has absoloutely no time to deal with monoma’s shit so she just peaces tf out of existence. Cutest pyjamas ever i love her pyjama queen. The go-to girl for homework she just leaves her bag open, as long as u return it shes cool

Tokage: oh my god shes so CRYPTIC and FOR WHAT. Pranks pranks pranks pranks pranks. everyone hates her for it and she loves it so bad. Like she has the balls to prank kamakiri and that TAKES BALLS LET ME JUST SAY . she’ll just leave her body parts in people’s beds and its SO annoying. They usually just pick up her stray arm and fling it at the wall in revenge then act confused the next morning when she complains abt the bruises

Komori: cryptic as fuck. Does she sleep? Why is she always sitting at the table? What is she doing? . Closes her tabs whenever someone comes into the dining room and just stares at them til they leave again like :)). In the garden every night til she can’t bear the coldness- watches the stars and makes flower crowns and worships the moon i love her

Kuroiro: nighttime is the time he just evaporates like where tf is he like 🙄🙄 reel it in randy from monsters inc . Hiding in the walls and listening to everyones conversations and secrets is his only skill in life . Everyone thinks he doesn’t sleep and just wanders around (he does, he just likes to have an edgy reputation)

Kamakiri- did you hear that?? oh its just kamakiri fistfighting monoma in the hallway again. Fr takes no prisoners he needs his beauty sleep (or idk do bugs sleep lmao??). If you’re in his way while he’s RAMPAGING to his room youre dead bro when i say he takes bedtime routines seriously i MEAN it. He does self-care and tells NOONE but its lowkey cute idk lmao why do i have a crush on a bug lemme call my therapist real quick

Bondo- 9pm. Wind down time. A good book is all my mans needs and he’ll be out for the count in absolutely no time at all. Fukidashi will die jealous and bondo fucking loves it. Milks tf out of it too he’s like YAWN I AM SO TIRED OFF TO BED NOW TO SLEEP PEACEFULLY GOODNIGHT and everyone who WISHES they could sleep as early as that wants him to choke

Manga- king of never having hw done until 1am at the earliest 🤡. He lives on 1 hour sleep most nights and his speech bubble just says “no <3” until like 11am. Its cus of his crippling hyperactivity he’s running the halls at 3am practicing the entire mamma mia choreography ffs fukidashi U HAVE A CAREER AHEAD OF U

Reiko: energy drink addiction 101 if she doesn’t drink monster every night before bed she’s convinced she’ll die. “I sleep all day and party all night” she says, crying over math hw at 2am. Plays music too loud and has LED strobelites on ALL NIGHT. Shes deadass doing witchcraft in the lounge w komori all night during finals week she doesnt give a single fuck x

Shishida: another reader,, mans will finish an entire book in a night by the force of sheer willpower alone. Takes a bath every night and it makes his fur so fluffy and smell like apples smdnwjdnwd. Perfect snuggle buddy for wintertimes (pony LOVES HIM) and he’s that good man who carries tsuburaba to bed when he falls asleep at the kitchen table

Shoda: “please don’t speak to me while im doing my homework im 👌🏻 this close to having a mental breakdown and all it takes is a single poke to reel me over the edge.” Complains all day about being tired then goes to bed at 2am?? Like no shit ofc ur tired bitch . Always up for a deep talk at night he knows EVERYTHING abt EVERYONE and hes so trustworthy hed never tell a soul

Honenuki: he meal preps and does yoga before bed 🤢 like WHO HAS THAT MOTIVATION. Irons and sets his uniform out for the next day before getting his homework FINISHED by 9pm . He’s pretty flexible w what he does at nights it 100% depends on his mood. Usually he’s helping Tokage with pranks or working out w tetsutetsu tho. Used to annoy people who were up doing hw after 11 like “really tsuburaba? You should be ashamed”. Shoda almost DECKED him once for it tho and he was #traumatised and never did it again

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