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“I’ve watched you for far longer than you’ve watched me.”
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Chapter 1: The Holly Trinity
Hazbin Hotel Fanfic
In the dawn of the cosmos, the firmament shimmered with the light of divine beings who dwelled in the heavens, their boredom with the monotony of their existence triggering the creation and expansion of the universe as we now know it. Among the heights stood three angels, Sera, Carmilla, and Lucifer, christened by their father as the "Holy Trinity." The three played vital roles, ensuring the proper functioning of both heaven and the universe they were forging.
Sera, with her celestial majesty, was God's first attempt at creating woman. Tall, slender, with eyes capable of reflecting the vastness of the universe, she was a work of art in herself. However, despite her impeccable appearance, she wasn't quite what God was looking for. Sera lacked the capacity to understand and share joys and sorrows, empathy, to be a companion in all aspects of existence. Sera was too distant, too perfect, to fulfill God's purpose. With great sadness, but also with much love, the Father of All decided to appoint her as his delegate, giving her a different purpose than she was originally intended for. She would make his wishes come true, also reducing the workload on her shoulders.
On the fifth day of creation, after bringing life to the creatures of the animal kingdom in the morning, God retired to his workshop with a handful of swan feathers, the eyes of a lynx, and the heart of a lioness. With infinite patience and meticulous dedication, he began assembling these elements one by one, shaping them with his divine power to form a new creation: Carmilla. This angel emerged as a unique and exceptional creation in her own essence. Although she shared certain traits with Sera, she possessed a great capacity to love, and to hate at the same time. That's why he bestowed upon her the gift of creating life.
"Where art I?" she asked fearfully.
"This is my workshop, and thou art my creation," God replied, helping her to her delicate feet. "Thou canst call me Father."
"Father?" The angel observed her wings flutter, analyzed her silver hair, and saw her fingers move in front of her eyes. "What am I exactly?"
"Thou art an angel, my dear. Thou art my vineyard, my garden, my Carmilla." He then helped her walk, fascinated by her elegance. "Come, I want to introduce thee to someone."
God, captivated by what he had created and not wanting to part from her, placed Carmilla alongside Sera to be her support. However, mere hours later, the difference between Sera's serenity and Carmilla's burning passion triggered a latent conflict between them. One, believing herself superior just for being older, wanted to impose her will, while the second was unwilling to obey without a true reason. God chose not to punish them and took another route, deciding to give birth to a new angel, one whose beauty and power would rival even the heavens themselves: Lucifer. He was a free-spirited and dreamy spirit, destined to maintain peace among his sisters, though not among the other angels. While there were those who admired him fervently, like Araziel, there were others who despised him, such as Michael.
God, calm to see that the most important work was done, delegated to Sera and the elders of heaven the task of finishing his great project. With the very dust of the earth, the Elders of Heaven created Adam and Lilith, based on the sketches provided by the King. These new beings, meticulously crafted with love, were presented as the supreme culmination of creation. Adam, molded in the image and likeness of the gods, was imbued with wisdom and strength, while Lilith, equally magnificent, possessed beauty and unparalleled skill. All felt they had fulfilled the expectations of their Lord, but it wasn't long before Lilith decided not to submit to Adam and escaped from Eden. With indomitable determination, she defied the expectations imposed upon her and sought the freedom she fervently desired. Her act of rebellion shook the foundations of paradise and unleashed a conflict that would resonate throughout heaven and earth.
"Dad's design failed," Sera said as the three siblings gathered in the great hall weeks after the event. "She was supposed to stay with Adam. I don't understand."
"Adam is an idiot, who would want to be with him?" Carmilla opined honestly. "He hath no right to rule over her, no one should."
"I agree, Sera," Lucifer intervened with a understanding smile. "After all, love and free will are the foundations of our existence here in heaven."
"But not on earth, brother. Humans are too simple to know what to do with it, and that's why we've set rules," Sera said, looking at herself in the mirror, determined to do what she considered to be God's word. "Lucifer, go for Lilith and bring her back to Eden. She must fulfill her role as the mother of humanity."
"Sera, art thou sure that's the right thing to do?" Lucifer questioned with a doubtful expression on his face as he received the order from his older sister.
"'Tis necessary, or else Dad's dream will be shattered," Sera replied firmly, her voice resonating in the celestial hall.
It was at that precise moment when Lucifer descended into the underworld, finding in Lilith an echo of the passion and rebellion that he so admired in Carmilla. Fascinated by Lilith's freedom and determination, Lucifer was carried away by his feelings, becoming irretrievably attached to that woman of indomitable spirit. Sera, perceiving this as an act of impersonal irreverence, decided to take drastic measures. She took the sketch discarded by her father and created Eve, a figure that reflected her own serenity and obedience. Eve was the embodiment of everything Sera considered right and virtuous, destined to be the perfect counterpart to Lilith. She never imagined it would backfire.
United in their desire to share this emotion, Lucifer and Lilith sought to offer the fruit of knowledge to Adam's new wife, Eve, without understanding the consequences of their actions. In their attempt to open her eyes to the world beyond blind submission, they allowed evil to spread its roots on earth. Sera watched with consternation as events unfolded, as did the other celestial beings, and sent a group of angels to assess the damage. However, the rift proved to be too extensive, and there was no way to close it.
Faced with such a threat, Sera held a trial, which reached the consensus to eradicate those who caused so much chaos. Carmilla, overcome with anguish and desperation, stood in Miguel's way, seeking to stop the bloodshed among their own.
"Move, Carmilla," ordered Miguel.
"I won't. My father wouldn't want this."
"He doesn't deserve his mercy. He destroyed your father's work, our work!"
"Miguel, please. There must be another way to solve this, he's my brother." She thought for a moment, seeing the pain in Carmilla's eyes.
"Just because thou ask, I'll propose changing the punishment to something less severe." Carmilla sighed with relief. "But I warn thee, whatever the new order is, thou'll be responsible for carrying it out."
Miguel stepped back, leaving Carmilla with a lump in her throat. Lucifer, unaware of the crime he was accused of, continued with his life as if nothing had happened, but he felt the gaze of reproach from the other angels. He knew he had made a mistake, but he didn't know how to fix it.
Lucifer walked through the bustling streets of the celestial city, ignoring the murmurs and accusing glances that surrounded him. He knew everyone was aware of what he had done, and the weight of guilt and remorse accompanied him with every step. Finally, he arrived at the home he shared with his sisters, a refuge amidst the turmoil of heaven. Without a word, he made his way to his chamber and lay down on his bed, letting the silence envelop his troubled soul. Tears threatened to surface, but Lucifer forced himself to hold them back. He knew he had made irreparable mistakes, and now he had to face the consequences of his actions. In the stillness of his chamber, he was alone with his thoughts, grappling with his internal conflicts as he plunged into a sea of regret and anguish.
"Wait, Lilith," he thought then, a spark of concern crossing his tormented mind. He knew that whatever punishment he received, she would suffer it too. He couldn't allow his beloved to be harmed, no matter the cost. Quickly, Lucifer stood up, unwilling to waste another second, and sought out his closest friends, Araziel and Zestial, knowing he needed their support. Together, they gathered in the privacy of their home, ready to assess their options and chart a course of action.
Araziel, known for his rebellious spirit and his love for chaos, proposed the idea of recruiting disgruntled angels dissatisfied with the rigid celestial order, those who yearned for change and were willing to follow Lucifer in his quest for justice and freedom. Zestial, with his unwavering loyalty and serene wisdom, vehemently nodded in agreement, backing Araziel's proposal. Together, the three began to devise a plan to recruit followers, preparing to face whatever would come their way.
Several days of hard work and dedication passed, during which they managed to gain the support of a third of heaven, angels who shared their discontent with the established order and longed for radical change. However, someone crucial was still missing, someone whose endorsement was vital for the success of their cause. Lucifer fervently desired to have Carmilla by his side in this struggle, for despite everything, she had always been there for him. He knew the power of his sister and her influence over other angels; she was a commander, second only to Michael.
One afternoon, he approached Carmilla, hoping to convince her to join them in their crusade. However, upon presenting his proposal, he realized that things wouldn't be as easy as he had hoped. Carmilla, far from showing enthusiasm or support, looked at him with a mixture of sadness and determination in her eyes.
"Lucifer, I cannot do it," Carmilla whispered, her voice trembling, feeling the overwhelming weight of responsibility upon her. "If thou risest against heaven, I shall be obliged to face thee. I do not want that, brother, please, do not force me down that path."
"I thought no one gives thee orders. Why dost thou obey now?" Lucifer inquired.
"Because thou art not giving me choices," she replied, tears welling up, on the verge of collapse. "They shall send thee to hell, Lucifer. Thee, and Lilith, and if thou startest this senseless war, also thy friends."
"Then so be it, but I shall not be subdued without a fight."
The battle erupted in heaven once the rebellion began, with the sound of wings unfurling and the clash of swords resonating in the air. Lucifer led, alongside hundreds of angels who had joined his cause, defying the tyranny of Sera and the elders of heaven. On the other hand, Michael, the mightiest of the archangels, rose as the principal defender of the celestial order, supported by legions of faithful angels who fought ferociously, including Carmilla.
The confrontation between Lucifer and Michael was epic, a clash of titans that shook the universe. Both warriors faced each other with fierce determination, each blow and parry resonating with the intensity of a thousand thunders. Despite Lucifer's courage and skill, he was finally overcome by Michael's imposing strength and ability. In the midst of the chaos, Michael lunged at the dreamer with the intention of ending him once and for all, ignoring direct orders. Carmilla, witnessing this, stepped between the two with speed, and the clash of her lance against Michael's body was terrifying. The weapon pierced Michael's chest, and a gut-wrenching scream echoed in the heavens as he fell to the ground, fatally wounded. Quickly, Lucifer seized the lance, feeling the weight of responsibility and anger burning within him.
With a quick and decisive movement, Lucifer turned to Carmilla and said:
"Now 'tis my turn to protect thee." All witnesses blamed Lucifer for that crime.
"Forgive me for not being able to do more."
With Michael's death, Carmilla assumed the role of Commander-in-Chief of the army, and as her first task, she had to finish what Michael started. Out of pity, she sent all the rebels to hell, bidding farewell to her brother with a cold look, unable to show any other emotion. She knew that this was the only way to keep him safe; as long as she was in command of the army, no one would harm him.
#hazbin hotel fanfic#hazbin hotel fandom#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel carmilla#hazbin hotel sera#hazbin hotel zestial#zestial#hazbin spoilers#hazbin hotel#vizziepop#carmilla carmine#lucifer hazbin hotel#lucifer headcanons
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Charmed, I'm Sure
Chapter 29
Summary: No human has ever avoided Asmodeus's charm. Except for you.
Pairing: Asmodeus x GN Reader/MC
Genre: Drama, angst, a bit of fluff.
Warnings: None in this chapter.
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Author's Note: This chapter was going to be much longer but I decided to split it so I could spend more time working on the second half and not leave you all hanging for so long. Perfectionism has been a struggle for me lately.
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“...Well then, I suppose it's about that time,” said Diavolo when everyone at the table seemed to be finished with their meal (aside from Beel who had already begun grumbling that he wanted fourths of the angels’ cooking). “Alright then, here we go!”
Diavolo’s magic filled the room in a bright gold flash that nearly blinded you, and when it subsided the dinner table was gone and the ballroom was filled with hundreds of partygoers, with more filing in as musicians began to play from a gallery high above.
The brothers, along with Diavolo and Barbatos, had transformed into their demon forms, wings and tails proudly on display. You stared at them in awe, having only seen a few of their forms before. They were all stunning.
“Surprised?” said Solomon, coming to stand next to you, “Magic really does come in handy sometimes, huh?”
“We were the only ones here just a bit ago, but now look at all these people.” Luke surveyed the crowd looking both intimidated and amazed.
“They're all guests from across the Devildom, and there certainly are a lot of them.” said Simeon.
Diavolo’s voice easily carried through the full ballroom, “Well then, let the dance begin! Everyone enjoy yourselves!”
The musicians began a dreamy classical number and couples took to the floor.
“Yo, MC.” Mammon nudged your shoulder, “Um, like...you know... Uh, I mean, like...uh…”
You looked at him, patiently waiting as he stuttered.
“L-Like, you've gotta have weird tastes to ask a human like you to dance. I'm guessin' no one here's gonna do that, huh? Ahahahaha!”
You sighed, so this was how he was going to go about asking you to dance? Always with the insults, surely he was better than that.
Mammon continued, looking everywhere else except for your face, “So y'know, as long as you don't have a partner, I guess I could maybe go ahead and pair up with you for a lil bit.”
Then again, he did seem nervous. You decided you should give him a chance.
Just as you were about to answer in the affirmative, Lucifer took hold of your arm, “MC, come dance with me. Now.” And he ushered you all the way to the center of the dance floor without another word.
“You couldn't let Mammon have his turn? He asked me first.” you huffed.
“In general, there are all sorts of reasons why one might ask someone else to dance.” Lucifer ignored your comment and settled his arms around you in perfect form for the dance, “For example, they might be interested in them, they might want to touch them, or they might simply be doing it out of politeness.” He leaned in, “Or it could be because they want to have a private conversation.”
You pulled away, uncomfortable with his closeness. You made yourself small. Pride demanded humility, that was something you’d learned the last time you faced Lucifer, and for the sake of your safety you would give it to him without question.
Lucifer smirked, your reaction seemed to be his desired effect. “It seems like you’ve been getting a lot of assistance lately, from Barbatos, Luke, Solomon… And that’s not to mention the pacts you have with my brothers. You’re up to three, now?” He twirled you once, the movement flawless but devoid of passion.
“I-I’m just following Diavolo’s wishes.” You said as you returned to him. “He encouraged me to make pacts, remember?”
“Is that so? Then you’re a much more, ah, dedicated exchange student than I’ve given you credit for. If only that would show in your grades.”
“My attention has been split lately,” You raised an eyebrow. Why was he coming at you with this now? “Without the use of magic I don't have much in the way of protecting myself. You should know that as well as anyone.” Feeling bolder, you decided to let a single barb loose. It wasn't like he could really do anything to you in a room full of Devildom nobles and the Demon Prince.
“And yet,” Lucifer sneered. “You reek of magic. Asmo’s magic.”
You nearly tripped over your feet, but Lucifer's firm hold kept you upright, “Asmo’s magic?”
“Yes, I noticed it all throughout dinner. He’s cast some sort of protective spell over you.” He pushed you away to twirl you again, keeping contact with your hand until he dragged you back into position.
You were so confused. Why had Asmo done that when he seemed so unhappy with you? Sure he had lightened up a little at dinner, but you knew very well he could hold a grudge for a while. Besides that, what reason did he have for casting a protection spell on you now?
“And the charm on that bauble of yours has been updated as well, with Solomon’s magic. What is it you’re plotting with them?”
An accusation, but not one totally unfounded, “We’re not plotting anything.” You said, indignant. And it wasn’t exactly a lie, you’d never planned anything with Solomon. At least you hadn’t done so recently. “Solomon fixed my bracelet when we were in the labyrinth. It protected us down there.”
It hadn't helped with Henry but it had kept the spiders away. And the vines. They had seemed so full of life but none of them had touched you or the others, though you had a feeling they would have without your little charm of protection.
“Why do I have trouble believing that?” The flames of Hell blazed in his eyes, “Do you really think that little bracelet of yours will protect you from the likes of me?”
“This isn't about you, Lucifer.” There was no way he’d heard about the task Asmo had given you, was there? And even then, a stolen picture was hardly worth reacting like this.
You attempted to lean away again but Lucifer pulled you closer, his arm wrapped around your back as if embracing you, your body flush against his, “I respect my brothers' freedom to do as they wish. However, if I ever sense that you've become a threat to either Diavolo or us…” He spoke directly into your ear, “...then I will show you absolutely no mercy. Understood?” His grip on your hand pressing painfully into the bruises Asmo and Mammon had left yesterday.
You struggled to free yourself from him, wincing in pain as he pressed you closer. His hold on you only tightened. “I want to be good friends with all of you, Lucifer.”
“Well, that's not what I want."
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“Poor Mammon,” Asmo laughed over the rim of his flute of sparkling gold demonus, “But the first born always gets what he wants. I am a bit surprised Lucifer was so determined to dance with them.”
“How so?” said Solomon. “MC does seem to be in high demand.” He inclined his head to the rest of Asmo’s brothers who all looked anxious to dance with MC. Levi was even reciting his opening line under his breath, pacing at the edge of the dance floor while repeatedly wiping his sweaty hands on his pants.
“Can’t imagine why…” Asmo muttered, taking a sip.
“Hm,” Solomon smirked, “And I take that to mean you’ve figured out your feelings towards them?”
“As a matter of fact, I have.”
“Well?”
Asmo laughed again, linking his arm around Solomon’s, “They’re nothing more than a toy to me.”
It would be fun stringing you along as if he’d actually make a pact with you. Asmo wasn't naive like Beel or touch starved like Levi or stupid like Mammon. He was clever as he was beautiful, even though he showed that side of himself rarely. He had no use for a pact with a magicless human, regardless of how Lord Diavolo encouraged it for the good of the exchange program or whatever misguided nonsense he thrust upon the Devildom. There would be no benefit for Asmo. His time was valuable.
“This whole time I’ve been making this situation bigger than it actually is. I let them get in my head, you see.” said Asmo, “I’ve been feeling so out of sorts lately, but I’ve realized all I need to do is get them out of my system.”
“I see,” said Solomon as he took a sip of his drink.
“You almost sound disappointed. Is it because they’re another human?” Asmo reached up to stroke Solomon’s cheek.
Soon he would be back to his normal carefree self, Asmo was sure of it.
“Honestly, you really shouldn't b–" Asmo suddenly yanked at Solomon’s arm, frantically dragging him down as if he was drowning, his eyes wide. "Solomon! Solomon, what is Lucifer doing to them?!”
Solomon looked out into the dancers, following Asmo’s gaze. There you were in the center of the dance floor, struggling against Lucifer’s superior strength. Most who saw you would probably just assume you were unpracticed in the dance and that Lucifer was dutifully leading you through it. But there was such fear in your eyes. Fear and pain.
Solomon removed his arm from Asmo’s grasp, the demon pale and panicking beside him.
A toy? That’s really all you were to him? Solomon suppressed a chuckle.
“I’ve got this.” And he made his way through the dancers.
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Cross-posted on AO3
#obey me#omswd#obey me shall we date#asmo obey me#asmodeus obey me#asmo#asmodeus#charmed i'm sure#asmo x mc#asmo x reader#asmo x gn mc#asmo x gn reader#asmodeus x mc#asmodeus x reader#asmodeus x gn mc#asmodeus x gn reader#lucifer obey me#solomon obey me
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"Behind Closed Doors" - Constance/Ebenezer (NSFW, Shortfic)
Just a romantic, drabble-esque story to conclude this Sunday. Enjoy~
MINORS DNI - this is an 18+ story!
“Fuck, you’re doing so perfectly.”
Another thrust made her nerves jump, and Constance tossed her head back from the force and pleasure of the motion. Some of her auburn curls caught on her freckled shoulders while others tumbled down her front, resting atop the slope of her unclothed breasts.
“That’s it, angel,” Ebenezer purred, a hand moving up the base of her neck. She felt his calloused yet blunt fingertips move slowly into her tumbling locks before he curled those fingers into a fist. With light but very present force, he tugged her head back.
She gulped down a frantic gasp of air, one hand shooting out to grip the headboard as she felt her husband’s shaft leave her momentarily before immediately slamming back in again. The punch of pleasure-pain lured another moan of delight from her throat.
“E-Ebenezer! Mm, good …” she whispered, keening as her nerves lit up with each long, lingering moment of friction. She parted her legs further, hoping it would allow him to slide even deeper inside her. She was expediently rewarded with another shallow grind of his hips, which provided delicious stimulation on her weeping clit.
"O-Oh, my god....Ebenezer, p-please...please..."
"Please, what? Use your words, angel."
As she let out another pleading cry, she heard (and felt) him chuckle, the subtle reverberations of his chest creating a soothing rumble that transitioned perfectly from their joined hips and up into her core.
“Ha … you’re the one who feels good, love…” he purred, a telltale tremble starting to break his usually composed voice. “So ready for me, bent over, taking me like this…”
With a grunt, he slammed into her again, the sound of skin smacking skin so wonderfully lewd that she almost came on the spot, soaking his cock and their satin bedsheets with her slick arousal.
Constance gave her husband a dreamy, lustful look over her shoulder. As soon as she glanced back, another pang of pleasure at the sight before her practically sent her over the edge.
Ebenezer was kneeled on the bed behind her, his other hand resting on her hip while his other continued to grasp her hair.
His broad chest heaved from exertion, a light sheen of perspiration coating his skin. This gleam was interrupted by a pelt of salt-and-pepper hair that stretched across his entire chest and slowly trailed down his slim abdomen. His body was a testament to the many decades he’s spent dedicated to ‘survival’ above any and all luxury, and even at fifty-plus years of age, he had stamina and strength that put the libido of inexperienced twenty-somethings to absolute shame.
Then, there was his face. His strong jaw. His pronounced nose. His steely, blazing eyes.
Maker, his expression alone could inspire novels of admiration that could given Jane Austen a run for her money, and yet, Constance still felt his handsomeness still couldn’t be so easily surmised.
On many evenings, his expression radiated charm and mirth as he chatted up other London philanthropists and bankers at the city’s various charity events that he was now a guaranteed guest of honor at. He was an esteemed gentleman in both appearance and manner, down to his kind and cordial smiles and bestowing of chaste hand-kisses.
Nobody would suspect that, behind closed doors, his professional veneer could be cracked apart so beautifully to expose a virile, red-blooded man with a fetish for bound hands and pigmented lipstick.
Those same hands that had penned an exquisite letter of donation mere hours before could rip apart a bodice with relative ease.
Now, they held her hips steady as he drove up into her wet, yielding body for hours on end. And Constance adored each and every moment of it.
On evenings when they shared private embraces and lingering kisses, that adoring expression darkened, but never in a malicious way. The love and reverence he felt for her never left his eyes, even as she wrapped her arms around him and whispered her deepest and raunchiest desires into his ear.
"You like this?" he asked teasingly, giving her hair another tug, "Me taking you from behind?"
Constance nodded as much as his grip allowed. "Y-Yes."
"Good girl. Do you want me to finish inside you?"
She rocked her hips at the question, seeking additional fullness. "Y-Yes!"
Another chuckle; a sign he was more than pleased by the answer. "Yes, what, love?" he teased again.
Her arms trembled from the strain of holding herself upright to meet his thrusts. "G-God, Ebenezer...a-ah...ah! Please!"
She felt him sink another inch deeper, and her toes curled in response. He was seated to the hilt now, inch by glorious inch.
Each tremor was torment, her release so close, but just out of reach.
"Mmm, I love when you beg," he admitted, leaning down to move his lips against the velvety flesh of her neck. "I love hearing your voice break, and the way your voice hitches when you're close...fuck, it's intoxicating. Do you know that?"
He bit and sucked at the flesh, knowing that the area was a especially sensitive spot for his wife.
"Just your voice alone could drive me to ruin, Sunshine," he whispered, "Let alone your body ... your face. Everything about you makes me want you."
His words were occasionally punctured by a ragged breath, as his hard cock continued to drive into her over and over again at a pace that was borderline punishing. His large hand cradled her tanned hip, his thumb pushing the top of the bone .
"I-I'm close..."
"Y-Yes, I can feel it..." he replied, his own hips stuttering a bit. "F-Fuck, Connie."
"Please keep going," she begged, fingers gripping the bed until her knuckles turned white as snow. "Don't stop! D-Don - oh. Oh, I'm r-right there!"
"I feel you there, sweetest," he said, swallowing another grunt as he braced himself and pounded harder against the sweet spot he knew would bring her to ecstasy. "Just a bit more. Come on - you're so close. I've got you."
"A-Ah.."
"Go over, dear. I've got you. Let it take you."
With renewed urgency, he released her hair and snaked his hand down her front to the delta between her legs. With ease, his fingers found her clit and began to stroke the bud in sync with his thrusts.
Almost instantly, Constance went rigid as even muscle in her body contracted, followed by a rush of euphoria.
All the while, Ebenezer guided her through, spurring her release with passionate words.
"There we go, oh, yes ... just like that..." he husked, driving deeper. "That's my girl."
Even as her body-shaking spasms quelled, he continued to flutter his hips against her bum, still chasing his own orgasmic release. Then, when he achieved it, he threw his head back and clapped a hand tightly against the swell of her thigh.
"Oh, yes, yesyesyes - YES!" he growled, the timbre of his voice deepening to a rumble. "Fuck, my goddess, yes, ohhh gods...!"
Each filthy decree from his mouth was music to her ears.
She nudged her hips up and back as far as she could, making sure he had seeded deep. She was rewarded with the feeling of his release rolling down the back of her trembling thighs, his release blending with her own, slick arousal that had wetted the slit between her legs.
When both their bodies slowed and their breathing fell in tandem, Ebenezer placed kisses down her spine in worship. With slow, careful movements, he pulled out of her, careful to avoid causing pain.
While he would have loved to stay inside her a bit longer, the way he'd mounted her didn't allow for that in a way where they could look at each other and embrace. While the couple enjoyed savoring each other's bodies in multiple different positions, the post-coital ritual of embracing each other and gazing upon each other's blissed-out expressions was non-negotiable.
Ebenezer gripped his cock as Constance fell forward onto the pillows, giving himself a few final strokes as she did so.
When she turned around, flashing a euphoric grin, all his exhaustion instantly evaporated into admiration. All of a sudden, he couldn't wait to get close to her again.
Extending out her arms, she invited him to rest against her. To seek solace in the warmth of her lily-scented embrace.
Of course, he obliged.
@quill-pen Your ask got my gears churning, haha!
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Rafael/ Coral Island fic pt8
It’s getting a leeeeeeetle bit sexy, but not really. I mean, they’re on a beach, and the lack of clothing is … distracting.
HAPPY FRIDAY MY DUDES
Rafael was meeting his family on the beach; it was Pablo’s birthday, and the early afternoon was dedicated to celebrating with family. Spring had turned to summer, and it was exceptionally warm even for the time of year, the sun beating down already, despite it not having quite reached midday yet. As he reached the top of the beach steps he thought he saw a familiar waterfall of beautiful red hair, and his heart skipped a beat. Goddess she was gorgeous. Laying on a towel in the sand, in an emerald green bikini, barely covered by a tiny white beach dress, and clearly trying hard to join up her freckles into something approaching a tan, was Rose. He considered avoiding her, going the long way round, and avoiding the inevitable awkwardness when he said something stupid to her… But even when he felt like an idiot, and wanted the ground to swallow him up, he wanted to talk to her. He forced his legs to walk in her direction.
He cleared his throat when he reached her, and she turned, smiling.
“So… Uhm… You like bees, huh?” Rafael hovered on the sand next to Rose, trying not to look directly at her.
“Hey Rafael the hero!” She beamed at him, before the smile turned to confusion. “Uhm… Yeah?”
“The towel?” He gestured to the towel she was lying on, which was covered in printed bees, wings outstretched. “And you’ve got a bee on your necklace,” he said, gesturing towards that next, “and you had bees on your socks too,” he smiled at the memory of her curled up on his couch, “and now you’ve got them on your, uhm…” his voice faltered, nervously, as he realised he had been looking maybe a little too closely at the gorgeous girl stretched on the sand in her bikini, if he had noticed the little bees on each strap.
“That is very observant, hero!” She laughed, laughing even more because she had a feeling about why he had suddenly gone shy again. “Join me?” She scooted over on the towel, and he dropped down next to her. She smiled at his shyness. He was such a dork, a man that looked like him, muscles straining against his white tank top, getting nervous about a girl in a bikini; the irony. He could have any woman he wanted, wearing whatever he wanted them to. “And you like bears, I guess?” She countered, laying a hand lightly on his leg, just above his knee and on his shorts, which were printed with bears.
He brightened, though still nervous at her touch, pleased to have moved the conversation away from bikinis.
“Well, my niece Valentina likes bears. And if Valentina likes them, I have to. Everything she gives me has bears on!” He blushed a little and smiled, as he gestured to the swim shorts that had, yes, bears all over.
Rose’s face had a dreamy look, and she turned her head on one side a little.
“I’m going to level with you, Rafael the hero; that may be the cutest thing you’ve ever said, and I don’t give a damn if saying it makes you blush. Big Uncle Rafael, little angel Valentina, teddy bears - it really is too cute. Tell me you have tea parties with her and the bears, please.” She teased, leaning and bumping her shoulder against his. She meant it; he really was cute.
His ears went red as he replied sheepishly. “Well, actually, she does love making me attend her tea parties. But she never lets me host them!” Rose laughed harder, and flopped back onto the sand.
“I solemnly swear if you ever host a teddy bear tea party, I will be the first through the door.” She said, grinning, and stretching out.
At that moment, a child’s voice came across the beach.
“Uncle Rafi! Uncle Rafi will you please take me for ice cream?” Little Valentina, in a green, mermaid patterned swimsuit came barrelling towards Rafael and threw herself at him in a hug.
“How could I possibly say no to that?” He squeezed her and jumped to his feet. “Uhm… Have you met my friend Rose, Valentina?”
“Yes, hello again Ms Rose! You look like a mermaid today with your hair like that!” Valentina practically vibrated with energy and excitement.
“Well that is a lovely thing to say Miss Valentina, but I’m pretty sure the only mermaid around here is you!” Valentina’s face beamed like the sun. “What flavour ice cream are you going to get?” Rose smiled up at Valentina’s toothy grin.
“Strawberry… or mint… or chocolate! Uncle Rafi what will you get?!”
“Why not all three? Although uhm… I don’t know what your Ma would say about that… Maybe I’ll get all three, and you can have a little bit of each of mine, so we don’t get in trouble.” He winked conspiratorially. Rose noticed that the nervous pauses in Rafael’s speech were fewer when he talked to his niece; she thought they must be very close, and she couldn’t help that melt her heart a little more.
“Mama is coming soon, we have to hurry then Uncle Rafi! She’s just arguing with Uncle Pablo about sunscreen and the picnic…” Valentina rolled her eyes in a way that make her look much older than her eight or nine years, and tried to pull at her uncle’s arm.
“Ah, then we have plenty of time. You’d think she’d let him win, on his birthday, but your ma never gives up in a fight!” He laughed. “Uhm, Rose, would you like to join us?” He reached a hand down towards her.
“Do you mind if I join your ice cream date, Valentina?” Rose knew who the boss was here, and it certainly wasn’t the giant man in the teddy-bear shorts.
Valentina had given up trying to pull her uncle away, probably realising she may as well have tried to drag a mountain, and nodded enthusiastically at Rose.
“Come on!” She said excitedly, reaching her own smaller hand down to Rose. Rose grabbed both the hands offered to her, and laughed at how hard little Valentina tried to pull her up, and how effortlessly Rafael actually did help her to her feet. “What flavour are you going to have, Ms Rose?” She trilled, clearly glad they were finally moving.
“Hmm… I quite like your uncle’s idea about trying a few…” She smiled, before adding “But shouldn’t we wait for the birthday boy?”
“Uncle Pablo doesn’t even like ice cream,” Valentina replied, as if Rose had asked the stupidest question she’d ever heard, looking to Rafael to back her up.
“It’s true, he prefers a drink at the tavern over ice cream…” Rafael half rolled his eyes.
“Okay, so I don’t need to feel bad about leaving him out on his birthday?” Rose raised a teasing eyebrow and waited for Valentina’s response.
“Don’t be silly, he won’t care. Now come oooon!” She trotted away towards the shack, and the ice cream that awaited her there. Rose and Rafael followed behind dutifully.
“So, big birthday bash today then hero?” Rose asked as they walked up the steps to the shack.
Raphael’s face grimaced a little. “Uhm… afternoon on the beach, Pablo will moan about the sand and the lack of beers… we’ll have a picnic for lunch, then he can head off to, uhm… a night in the tavern and really… uhm… enjoy himself.” They had almost reached the counter, and Valentina was a little ahead, debating her ice cream choices deeply.
“You don’t fancy a wild night out then?” Rose was fairly sure she knew the answer, but asked the question anyway.
“Too many people. Not my thing. I’d rather uhm… stay home and uhm… watch movies.” Rafael was now studying the myriad ice cream flavours too, one hand draped on Valentina’s shoulder. Rose couldn’t help but smile at the huge tower of muscles next to his little niece; they really did look sweet together. She found herself thinking about what a good father he could be one day, before forcing herself not to even begin dreaming about an imaginary family of little Rafaels and Roses.
Rafael looked over his shoulder at Rose, and tried to sound casual, as he asked a question a lot more loaded than it sounded. “How about you? Uhm… Are you more into, uhm… Staying in, or… Going out…?” It was a perfectly innocent question for the conversation, but the way he waited for her answer and the constant pauses in the sentence made it very clear that her answer would be meaningful.
Rose leaned forward to look through the glass at the ice cream and tried to match his casual tone, succeeding much better than he had. “Oh, staying in, definitely. I like a beer, or a glass of wine, but I’d much rather be at home.” She sensed she had passed some kind of test, and he smiled at her response. She threw caution to the wind, bolstered by the smile, and decided to try her luck. “Don’t get me wrong, I like company… Especially at the moment, the farmhouse is feeling pretty empty. I can’t even watch movies on my TV, no DVD player and no internet except on my phone, and I had to leave most of my books behind when I moved, so it can get a bit lonely in the evenings.” She hoped she wasn’t coming off as too pitiful, and suddenly felt nervous again; was that too obvious a hint? But… it was true. It was dull, and lonely, sometimes. She had thought about looking in on the tavern of an evening, but the idea of walking in on her own, and having to find company or sit alone made her feel anxious; she would rather be at home alone and bored.
As Valentina selected and ordered her ice cream Rafael turned back to Rose, trying to keep his voice even and light. “If you want to… uhm…” his one arm had reached across his chest to hold the other again. “Uhm… Come over, and uhm… Watch something…?” Rose wondered if he’d ever manage to finish a sentence in front of her, and decided to take control and finish it for him.
“With you?” His face went red, and he looked like he was about to change his mind or retract the offer, so before he could she continued enthusiastically, “I would love to!” He grinned, and turned back to the ice cream.
Rafael had paid for all of their ice creams, despite Rose’s protests, and they had returned to the beach to enjoy them in the sunshine.
“Well, when I come round for a movie, I’ll bring the snacks and beers then,” she had told him determinedly. He liked the sound of “when,” not “if.” The three shared five flavours of ice cream between them, and Rose had grinned when Rafael had held out a spoonful for Valentina to try. Valentina was incensed by the gesture, reminding her uncle that she wasn’t a baby anymore and could feed herself. Rafael’s mock outrage at this snub was adorable, and Rose played up to her juvenile audience by leaning over and eating from the outstretched spoon in Rafael’s hand. He blushed at that, and tried not to look too long at her soft lips closing on the spoon, but laughed too, and the three giggled and joked between spoonfuls until they had finished it all.
By the time they had finished, the rest of the family had arrived on the beach, and, wishing Pablo a happy birthday, Rose tried to excuse herself to leave them to it.
“Rosita, you’re not going anywhere!” Pablo had thrown an arm over her shoulder and pulled her aside to say the next bit confidentially. “If I have to spend half my birthday here in all this sand, I can at least have the cutest girl on the island here, right?” He winked cheekily, and she pushed his arm off her, laughing.
“Nice try, Pablo, but I know damn well you’ve tried that line on every girl on this island!” He grinned at her, shrugging his shoulders in an admission of defeat.
“Fine, Rosita, but stay anyway, if not for me, for Rafaelito?” She was very glad he was now out of earshot, building sandcastles with Valentina. “Hey, she’ll want to go for a swim with him soon, and you know that means he’ll be taking his shirt off, right?” He had elbowed her in the side, and her face went beetroot red, as she attempted to splutter a response. He cut off her spluttering. “Hey, Pablo’s got eyes, and your eyes are on my little Rafaelito all the time. It’s not your fault, clearly you’ve got something wrong with you, to go for him over me, but hey, we can’t all handle this!” He winked again and spread his arms as if modelling. “Now stop trying to argue with me, and go make a sandcastle with my brother! It’s my birthday, and I’m in charge!” He pushed her in that direction, still laughing at her blushing face, and headed off to join the rest of the family.
Rose did as she was told, and joined Valentina and Rafael making sandcastles, glad Valentina was controlling most of the conversation. It wasn’t long before she got bored though, and as Pablo predicted, she wanted to play in the water with her Uncle Rafi. Rose desperately averted her face as he stripped his shirt off, praying that the sun might make her blush look more like a sunburn. She caught Pablo’s eye in her desperation to look anywhere but at Rafael’s bare upper body, and he pulled a face that was either saying “I told you so,” or perhaps suggesting he had caught her red-handed… or red-faced, at least. She couldn’t avert her eyes when Rafael turned back to her, and reached a hand down to ask if she wanted to join them. She tried - really, really tried - to not let her eyes linger on the vast, muscular chest with a little soft brown patch of hair but, goddess, was it hard not to look. In fact, it was taking everything she had not to throw herself against that chest and cover it in kisses. Her eyes, for once, glued themselves to his face in a desperate attempt not to stare at the rest of him. Thankfully Valentina was chattering away, and Rafael, turning his head to reply didn’t seem to have noticed the look on Rose’s face. She grabbed his hand and pulled herself up quickly, hoping the cool water of the ocean might stop the heat radiating across her face.
Rafael and Valentina splashed into the water while Rose held back to braid her hair and take off the sun dress. She was very glad they had gone ahead, as she felt strangely vulnerable about the idea of taking the dress off with Rafael right there next to her. Even if she was wearing a fairly sensible bikini underneath, it was still too much like undressing, and the thought of his eyes on her while she took it off made her heart pound in her chest. She waded out and joined them, leaning back to sink neck deep into the water as quickly as she could. Rafael and Valentina were engaging in what seemed to be Valentina’s favourite watersport, judging by her squeals of delight. Rafael would grab her under the arms, throw her high into the air, then catch her just as she came down to hit the water with a splash, dipping her under the water. Between dips Valentina was laughing and squealing with excitement.
“Do Ms Rose next!” She demanded after a few minutes of being flung through the air laughing, paddling a little way away from her uncle as he reached out to her again. The look of shock on both Rose and Rafael’s faces was thankfully lost on Valentina as she splashed about, and Rafael coughed nervously.
“I don’t… uhm…” he started, unsure of how he would get out of this.
“I know he’s strong Valentina but I’m quite a bit bigger than you!” Rose laughed, her own stomach twisting at the awkwardness.
“Only a little bit, I’m tall now!” Valentina protested, “and Uncle Rafi could throw you easily!” Rose knew she was right, hell he could have picked her up with one arm behind his back, but it didn’t mean he should! Her heart was pounding in her chest at the thought of his hands on her bare skin, at such an inappropriate moment. Rafael’s face was burning, and so was Rose’s as she sought for a better excuse.
She scrabbled for a good reason. “Anyway, I’m scared of heights - I don’t think I’d like flying like you do, Valentina. I think I’ll leave that to you… I might go hunt for some pretty seashells instead.” That worked, and Valentina forgot all about the idea of Rose being flung through the air by ‘Uncle Rafi.’
“I know where there’s lots of shells!” Valentina declared proudly, paddling back to the shore, before calling back to them “come on!”
Rafael gave Rose a grateful look, and they both appeared relieved as they followed Valentina back to shore.
Rafael reached the shore first, and leaned back on the sand, eyes closed awhile to let the sun dry some of the water on his skin. Valentina ran off to get a towel and Suki had made her stop to reapply sunscreen, while Rose waded in behind them. When Rafael opened his eyes, it was to see the bikini-clad Rose above him and only a few steps away squeezing water from her braided hair swung over one shoulder. He swallowed hard, trying - and failing - not to stare at the drops of water running down her body. He lost himself in thought as a lone drop of water tumbled from her neck, down her collarbone, then to her round, soft breast and sank into the fabric of the bikini. She was undoing and braiding her hair again now, looking beyond him up the beach, and he risked another glance as another drop of water dripped from the ends of her hair down her soft stomach, down further, across the inner line of her hip bone and…
“Is it time to eat yet?!” Thank the goddess for Pablo, interrupting.
Rose was invited to join the picnic, and feeling a little guilty for crashing the party went to grab cold drinks for everyone from the shack. She even returned, much to his delight, with an ice cold beer for Pablo. They ate and chatted cheerfully, taking a long time to finish. Valentina was enamoured with Rose, who talked to her constantly as if she were one of the grown-ups, and when the picnic was over and it was time for them to part ways, Valentina grabbed Rose around the middle in a hug.
“Thank you for playing with me, Auntie Rose!” Rose’s heart melted, and she hugged her back tightly.
“Anytime, Valentina!” She let go, and Valentina left with her mother and Alice, leaving Rose with the two brothers.
“Auntie Rose!” Pablo grinned at her, “congratulations, welcome to the family!” He winked, and looked significantly towards Rafael.
Rose blushed, and waved him away. “Haven’t you got some drinking to be doing?”
“Good point. Come by the tavern later, there will be shots, and if you’re lucky, strip poker!” He was already heading up the beach and didn’t wait for her reply.
Rose shook her head and looked at Rafael, who watched as Pablo left, a definite look of mild annoyance on his face.
“Not a chance,” Rose said, though she knew Pablo couldn’t hear her now, and it was really for Rafael’s benefit. “It’s rereading one of the five books I brought with me, and falling asleep on the couch for me tonight!” Rafael looked mollified.
“Busy evening, then?” He smiled as she shrugged and picked her bag up from the sand.
“Well, I’m waiting for a new movie theatre to open,” she joked, “The Hero Cinema, I think it’s called.” He chuckled and blushed, one arm reaching across for the other again. She went on, “I’ve heard it’s going to be open next week, if the proprietor is taking bookings then…?” Rose looked up at him, half teasing, half seriously hoping he would join in.
“Uhm… yeah, definitely. Uhm…” he was bright red now, and struggling to express how much he wanted her to come and watch a movie with him, without having to actually say that.
She took control again, throwing caution to the wind. “Like, maybe Friday? If that works for you…” she felt like his nervousness was catching, and she had it bad now.
“Friday” he beamed, still blushing, “uhm… is perfect.” She smiled and nodded, and he added “horror okay?”
“What, life isn’t scary enough already? I guess it’ll be fine - I’ll have a hero to hide behind after all!” With that, she threw her bag over her shoulder and walked off smiling, leaving him grinning on the sand.
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「Shinsou being a simp for you」
shinsou's words come out so naturally and sweetly from his lips that it honestly leaves him confused to realize how messed up you are with this. he says things like "i don't know what i'd do without you" when you offer him a cup of tea while he works or studies, and also things like "you really are an angel in my life" when you grab him by the shirt before he might crash into a bicycle.
he asks for consent whenever he's not sure, because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. there are times when he really wants to kiss and touch you, but he feels it would be rude of him to do that without knowing if you wanted to. that's why he asks “can i kiss you?” there's just something appealing and genuine about him mumbling those words as he leans closer to you.
he doesn't just say “how was your day” he says “tell me about your day”. he is genuinely interested in hearing you speak and enjoys this little moment with you. he hears you ramble with a passionately look and with a genuine twinkle in his eye as you talk about your day; often with one hand resting on his chin while the other absently plays with a lock of your hair. he also just says “oh yeah?” “that's cool baby.” while he keeps listening to everything you have to say.
he has a polaroid picture of you on his cell phone cover or in his wallet, and when he misses you, he usually takes it and with a silly smile on his face he runs his fingers gently over your face, as if he were stroking you.
he loves to give you flowers; it doesn't matter if it's just a simple flower he saw on the street or a beautiful flower he saw in a flower shop; every flower he sees he remembers you and he can't help but smile genuinely. he also loves putting flowers in your hair and he looks at you with the cutest and most passionate smile in the world; the flower is very beautiful, but nothing compares to the genuine and unique beauty in you.
if he sees you sleepy or even napping, he won't think twice about gently resting your head on his shoulder or in his lap; stroking your hair and leaving a few soft kisses on your temple from time to time.
he always lets you taste something first of what he’s about to eat or drink; before he can even bring the food to his lips, he directs you, encouraging you to take a bite and he can’t help but smirk when you make a cute face like you’re enjoying the food. when he drinks something he puts the straw carefully towards your lips and looks at you while you take a sip.
he loves to see you doing your hobbies and he loves to see you draw. he thinks it's amazing how you dedicate yourself to something you love and he always finds himself smiling looking at your concentrated face; he usually makes you tea or gives you some snacks and he always gives you a kiss on the head before sitting next to you; trying to draw something with you and for you.
he has a habit of waking up earlier than usual just to cuddle with you in bed; enjoying every comfortable, warm second with you before the two of you get up and go through the day. he snuggles up to you, putting his face on your neck and breathing deeply in your scent; letting himself be carried away by the unique and dreamy feeling of having you in his arms.
he helps you readjust your clothes; he holds the coat for you as you put your arms in, and he also adjusts the collar and helps you get your hair out of the hood. he buttons and zips your coats for you, wraps the scarf around your neck so that it covers your nose and makes you feel comfy and warm; and he always kisses your forehead when he finishes.
he always holds your hand while crossing the street or when you are somewhere with more people. he also protects you with his body when you feel shy or uncomfortable, as if that small gesture could protect you from the rest of the world.
him being your biggest supporter and encouraging you to chase all your dreams and goals; he knows it's not easy, but he wants you to know that he will be by your side to lift you up when you fall, he wants to celebrate the victories with you but he wants to heal you from the defeats because he loves you and just wants the best for you.
he loves to sleep looking at you. your calm and soft face soothes him a lot and reminds him that everything is fine now; he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, leaving a light kiss on your lips before falling asleep with you.
he loves to caress your face; he loves to run his fingers lightly over your cheek and melts a little more when you kiss his wrist. he can't help, you’re so precious and unique and he feels so lucky to have you. sometimes in the middle of the night you can feel a light and gentle caress on your face; when you open your eyes you see him looking calmly at you, a small smile tugging his lips as he says ‘hi baby’
he loves to play the guitar for you. he feels so good and comfortable next to you; it’s like he's on top of the world with the love of his life where nothing and no one can get in the way of you two. he loves to immerse himself in this moment while letting his heart speak through the music. your pure, shining gaze always makes his heart race; because is when he realizes that he's safe, he’s home.
he loves taking candid pictures of you; you are like a work of art in his eyes and he can't help but admire you at every moment, but that's not enough, he needs to keep this not just in his heart. and, when you least expect it, you hear the sound of his cell phone camera and he shyly with a smile on his face as he looks at his phone; proud to have taken another photo of the love of his life.
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#this is totally dedicated to my 🌺 anon! i truly hope you like my ray of sunshine <3#shinsou fic#shinsou x you#shinsou imagine#shinsou x reader#shinsou fluff#shinsou hitoshi#shinsou x y/n#bnha imagines#mha imagines#shinsou hcs#hitoshi shinso x reader#hitoshi shinso imagine#hitoshi shinso x y/n#hitoshi shinso headcanons#bnha shinso hitoshi
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when they catch you crying | nct dream
genre! fluff :D, boyfriend!au
warnings! none <3
pairing! nct dream x gn!reader
author’s note! i wrote this for my friend to cheer her up but hopefully you all enjoy it too!
dedication! @sugawarush heyyy bestie <3, and nina wherever you are
꒰ mark lee! ꒱
he’d be so shocked, he would forget to comfort you
but he remembers and immediately rushes to your side, shushing you and cooing sweet nothings into your ear
“please don’t cry! what’s up, hmm? i’m here for you.”
he’d let you cry for however long you need to
his arms would squish you impossibly close to him
he’d sing a song to help you calm down (maybe horribly to make you laugh)
he’d smile so softly once you start to feel better
“there’s that gorgeous smile i fell in love with.”
꒰ huang renjun! ꒱
he’d probably leave immediately
kinda like he doesn’t care
but, right as another reason is added to why you’re crying
he comes back with an array of your favorite things
snacks, plushies, stickers, movies anything
he has it with him.
“i didn’t know what you wanted right now, so i just got everything...”
he’d be so shy, it was almost like you had to reassure him
but that doesn’t happen and you smile, feeling grateful for his effort
his heart softens as he sees you smile
puffy eyes, red nose and all
“you’re too precious. what happened, angel?”
꒰ lee jeno! ꒱
big pouts.
he immediately rushes over, wrapping his arms around you
he would shush you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear
he’d stroke your hair
hoping it was enough to provide you the comfort you needed
he knew how uncomfortable it was to talk while crying as hard as you were,
so he’d sit waiting for you to calm down
his presence would be all you need
“i love you my baby.”
꒰ lee donghyuck! ꒱
he’d be upset as well, threatening anything/anyone who hurt you
“who was it huh?! who hurt my baby?!”
he’d cup your cheeks in his hands, assuring you with the sweetest words anyone’s ever said to you
he’d hold your hand, urging you to rest your head on his shoulder
would offer to watch your favorite movie with you
strokes your hair as he feels you slowly calm down
“sleep, pretty girl. you deserve the rest.”
꒰ na jaemin!꒱
“my baby!!!”
two things could happen with na jaemin
he would make a fuss, loudly trying to figure out what happened with you
or he would be much like jeno, sitting calmly and waiting for you to calm down enough
seeing you cry would absolutely shatter his heart
you’d be wrapped up in his arms, face buried in his neck
“baby, please don’t cry.”
it would piss him off thinking someone might’ve said something to make you bawl like this
he’d be ready for anything you want
“what do you want to watch?” “where do you want to go?”
“your wish is my command baby.”
꒰ zhong chenle! ꒱
he was your goofy boyfriend
and it wasn’t about to stop now
“BABY! what’s wrong, hmm?”
he’d sit right in front of you, a big smile on his face contrary to what his heart was feeling, his thumbs caressing the sides of your hands
he’d try his best to make you laugh
because he loves your smile so much, seeing anything but saddened him
his heart would clench as your cries begin to get louder
he’d immediately open his arms for you, letting you find comfort against him
“shh, my baby. i’ve got you, hmm?”
꒰ park jisung! ꒱
it was a little hard for him to digest, seeing as you try your best not to cry in front of him
so seeing you in that state would crush him
but watching you try and cover up your cries would break him even more
“no no no, baby. it’s okay. what’s wrong?”
he wouldn’t really initiate any skinship, thinking that wasn’t what you needed at the moment
until you wrapped your arms around him, hiding yourself from the world
his heart would coo, the warmth on his neck would rise to his cheeks
“let’s watch harry potter, yeah?”
he hated harry potter, but you loved it so this once, he’d let you watch the british films
your heart would warm at his offer, tightening your arms around him
“you’re okay, my love. let’s watch now okay?”
AGHFSHGA i miss the dreamies so much:(
#nct dream#7dream#i miss them so much wtf#mark lee#huang renjun#lee jeno#lee donghyuck#na jaemin#zhong chenle#park jisung#nct reactions#nct fluff#dream reactions#nct dream imagines#nct dream scenarios#mark scenarios#renjun scenarios#jeno scenarios#haechan scenarios#jaemin scenarios#chenle scenarios#jisung scenarios#nct writing#nct come home#nct makes me sad bye
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NOTRE AMOUR INTERDIT. [ OUR FORBIDDEN LOVE. ]
☆ warnings : cursing ( probably ) BOLD IS NARRATOR’S DIALOGUE. BOLD ITALIC IS [BLONDIE] RED LOCKS’ CHANNEL. Character names are kind of cringey since I based it on Ever After High characters.
☆ pairing : kuroo tetsurou x reader <3
☆ AU : EVER AFTER HIGH! x HAIKYUU!
★ sypnosis : You and kuroo weren’t the least ideal pairing if you were to be a teensy weensy honest to your own uneasy and scattered thoughts. Okay maybe SCARTCH THAT, you had to be MASSIVELY honest. I mean for real, the daughter of Belle and the Beast, a royal; coupled up with the son of the vicious Gaston, a rebel? Both of your parents and Headmaster Grimm thinks the both of you can seriously do much better. "If you’re a Royal. You must marry a Royal. If you’re a Rebel, you must marry a Rebel." The bullshit they would say. Apparently Kuroo and you thought the opposite.
★ author’s note : I haven’t wrote in so long 😇🙏 I myself find this absolutely cringe worthy but I tried 😬😬. I was and still absolutely in love with Ever After High so I just wanted to give it a try, like the idea just popped into my mind and wow "seems cool" 😱😔🙏😯✋🤨❌😐🙏
You and kuroo never wished to be stucked in both of your parents wretched legacies. It was something you never asked for and will never ever need. And ever since you knew you were destined to dump his ass just for a so Prince Charming and for you to be able to live happily ever after with that so called 'Prince', it was an definite no. Your story was just like any other tragic heck of of a love story. Just like Romeo and Juliet..but definitely without the dying part, you thought. And this time you were dedicated to stop the multiple dragging of the stereotypical cycle that had been stretched on for long ages and decades, it had absolutely sicken you to death. Kuroo and you were just teenagers. Both who love each other to death to even have the biggest confidence to rebel against your parents. Plus Kuroo wasn’t anything like his dad. His dad was arrogant, vicious, overly narcissistic, obsessive, and chauvinistic. While, him. He was everything you wanted. They never deciphered who he was, to them he was the exact embodiment of his old man. But to you he was just another smart closeted nerd who gave unfunny jokes, to you he was a dorky simp who’d make flower crowns whenever you had dreamy secret garden dates, to you he looked just about like a puppy when waking up with his unusually messier bed hair, to you he was your twin flame, your other half. Though definitely he was surely narcissistic from time to time but he was nothing too overbearing. It wouldn’t make sense if he was Gaston’s son and wasn’t at all manifesting and voicing out his arrogant opinions about his looks once in a while, right?
But you couldn’t really blame him either, he was just out-rightly plain handsome. You giggled lightly a hand over your mouth, that was your first thought about him. In your first meeting. It wasn’t really a fond memory of yours at first, before you started seeing each other. You two clashed bad, hardly any space to confine in between the both your petty arguments towards each other. You were as sensitive as him as he was as sarcastic as you. You’ve never even thought of about standing two feet near his as you’d say before 'Rebel ass'. But now here you were stroking his abnormally large rooster bed hair lightly while he had his head laid on your lap humming a cute song that had been both of your favorite song ever since you’ve introduced him to the diverse beauty of music. You should thank the Cupid of Ever After High, Yachi Hitoka for having you slowly grown off your slow burn wattpad kind of story and into the land of sweetness and absolute love. "Have you ever heard of the song 'Line without a hook'?" Kuroo had asked you kissing the top of your right, soft, and feminine hand as he stood up into a sitting position, laying his head on your comfortable and long neck. "No? Is that like a type of figure of speech or a slang term I missed hearing about? I swear Alisa always tells me the new slangs." Kuroo nodded through the crook of your warm neck. "It’s kind of like me telling you that I don’t think I’ll be able to live without you. You’re a big deal, a Royal, a princess, and I’m just a Rebel, a villain whose job was to ruin everything they surrounded. I’m a line without a hook, except I do have the hook. You. you were and will always be the hook to my line. But I’m beginning to wonder if you would really want to be with me. I mean you’re just so wonderful? So beautiful, so admirable—" Before he could even process on with his ramble you’ve already chapped his lips on yours, kissing him desperately like it was the end of the cruel world— a demanding but soft kiss. It wasn’t the even the first time you kissed but holy fuck, Kuroo had still heard his loud heart beating, enough to get him into a frenzy as he felt his knees grow weaker and weaker to your touch. The way you curled your fingers around his own, your own fragrance that he loved ever since, smelled like books with a hint of freshly baked cinnamon and strawberries. He wasn’t sure if nature rooted for this moment or if his mind tricked him into a perfect present, but every breath he took smelled like jasmine and for the first time since he’d known himself, he didn’t feel insecure because you who had been there for him, although he was too blinded with his own doubtful thoughts to see. Had basked him with affection and the warmth your body gave off. This time around he draped both arms around your own small frame and met your lips again halfway.
You’ve finally decided to rip the both of your lips from each other as you made eye contact with his soft hazel eyes, it reflecting so ethereally under the winsome hues of orange tangerine, mellow yellow, murky red the sunset had offered. "To start with I choose you and I will never choose anyone else, Kuroo. I will never not love you. You are so beautiful, so handsome. My love for you is so strong that neither a bank full of riches could break it down. Kuroo I love you, and I always will. Let’s go through this together, yeah? You don’t need to carry the burden for your own self, love. We’re in this, the two of us, together." Kuroo couldn’t help but spread a euphoric grin to his face as he tackled you into a tight hug under the cherry blossom tea. "I love you so much."
Lunch had came to Ever After High as you and Kuroo had pretended to despise each other through your expressions but something was different. He wasn’t as intense with his glares, it looked more nervous than it should have. Wait why is he standing up? Why is he carrying an enormous amount of pink roses in a big bouquet? Why are birds dropping petals around him, singing angelic and melodic tunes? Is he going towards your direction? You thought he wanted the both of you to be an unknown secret? Thoughts go through your thick head as you hadn’t notice Kuroo had already been in front of you. "You had made me realize that maybe, just maybe, we can be able to defy against all odds and stop the stereotypical cicrcle once and for all. So will you Beauty Y/n accept my public confession and mark this as our first day of not having to spend days and nights planning out hidden dates?" Before you could have comprehend your own body was not cooperating, your legs giving out as you find yourself already wrapped in kuroo’s sweet smell as he held you high up twirling you around, arms balancing you, and two goofy smiles plastered on your face. "Y/n? You and Kuroo a-are dating?" Alisa Haiba White, daughter of Snow White had asked so hesitantly. "B-but you’re a Royal? And he’s a..Rebel?!" She had opened both of her hands that looked like she was offering, transitioning over to you and Kuroo. "Totally awkward!" Terushima Yuuji Hood, son of Robin hood. Singing as he played a small rock tune on his guitar along with it. You ignored her and Hood as you stroll to the opposite side of their direction pulling Kuroo with you, he gave her an apologetic look shrugging his shoulders and obediently following you.
"A Royal dating a Rebel? That’s just not how the tale is told."
"The followed their true hearts! After all that’s kind of the things you do in True heart’s day? It’s in the title!"
"So fellow Fairy Tales! Red Locks here aka Tendou Satori, to give you reaction to the Royal Rebellious romance!"
"I think it’s hexcellent! Y/n and Kuroo decided to rewrite their destinies, what’s wrong with that?" Alisa can be heard and seen from the back, her cries and tantrums shown throughout the interview. — Interview answered by Sugawara Queen Koushi, son of the Evil Queen.
"I feel for them. I mean keeping secrets is hard.." Terushima can be seen trying to steal Kenma’s food failing as the red hooded boy, threatened him with his piercing gold eyes. —Interview answered by Kenma Kozume Hood, son of Red Riding Hood.
"A Royal and a Rebel? Heh. They’re from two different worlds—" Hot blazing fire shots towards Oikawa’s strong shield, a big and buff dragon towering over him. "I am trying to do an interview here!" He threw the shield on the ground as the dragon let out a whimper and sulked in fear. — Interview answered by Prince Oikawa Tooru Charming, son of Prince Charming.
"I’m worried about Y/n and Kuroo. If they don’t follow their destinies, their books could close...forever." — Interview answered by Alisa Haiba White, daughter of Snow White.
"Remember our quiz tomorrow, on Tiara sighs and future neck problems." You begrudgingly stride towards your best friend. "Alisa we need to talk." Alisa stopd up a sorrowful and worried look plastered on her face. "N/n this is hard for me. Which is a first because I usually handle everything so very well. I’m just surprised you didn’t trust me enough to tell me." Alisa’s hand shapes into a small crunched heart as she places it under her chin midway, into her second sentence. "I know. I just didn’t think you’d understand, well mostly because you’re very much strict in following our own destinies." Alisa creases both her eyebrows hand staying staying still under her chin. "I guess I don’t? It just doesn’t make sense to me. I don’t want to see anything bad happen to someone I care so much about." At this point Alisa’s arms were crosses against each other the clash of her eyebrows going even deeper.
"And so you’re telling me all these heart-shaped cakes are for your play...?" Headmaster Grimm had asked as he opened the white boxes that was offered. Cute shades of pink are shown throughout the exquisite designs of the heart-shaped cakes as it is shown in his line of sight. "Y-yeah for the play! T-they’re for the really funny scene, where Suna throws them at Yamomoto!" Yamomoto Taketora, the son of the Frog Prince. Had looked so done with his life blustering out a small, "Excuse me?!" Suna Rintarou, son of sleeping beauty. Went down the the Headmaster, as he winds up his shoulder throwing the heart-shaped cake at Yamomoto. "Very well." Both Yachi, Suna, and Yamomoto had sauntered down their shoulders a hard sigh of relief passing through their throats and out their mouths.
You walked through the rocky roads as multiple clothing, hair, shoe shops surrounded every corner of the side roads. You stopped at the shop Alisa was in your right hand touching the window as your longing gaze intenses, of course you would miss your best friend. "Hi Y/n." Duch Kōrai Hoshiumi, son of the Swan Queen had appeared in front of you suddenly as his voice held a gentle and almost desperate tone. "Duch. What do you want?" You let go of your lingering touch on the window as you walked to the opposite direction of the latter. "What do I want? My own happily every after, of course! And now that everyone knows that you’re dating a Rebel it looks like there’s one available. No hard cover books for you, boo." You look at him hurt and worried. You didn’t know whether to be worried of how he was so invested in ruining others life just because he won’t have his own happily ever after. Or be hurt by the way he told you that publicly dating Kuroo was the biggest mistake of you life. Why not just write your own destiny, like me, like Kuroo, like the both of us? "So you’re happy about Kuroo and I are dating, while my best friends aren’t happy? Maybe I did make a mistake..." Hoshiumi widens his eyes mentally slapping himself as the guilt slips in, he shakes his head. Not like he would tell anyone what he was actually feeling. "What?! No! You’re totally doing the right thing! Follow your heart...and..uh all of that.. sappy stuff.." He was too late for you were already running around the corners, laying in your shared dorm room with Suna. Am I taking back what I said to him? Am I doing the opposite of what I’ve promised to him myself? Am I going to stop ‘never not loving him'? But I can’t. I love him too much. But what about Alisa. You know what, fuck this. If she can’t accept who I love it’s not worth it to continue our friendship. We’ll keep on holding on to the person who we thought each other was rather than the present persona we have right now.
That’s what you thought.
"Sorry but I’m saving this for Y/n." Kuroo mutters placing a mirror frame with a picture of the both of you together, cuddly and kissy. The lanky teenage boy who had been rejected begins to find another seat but not without a nasty glare and an ugly leer to spare. Kuroo whistles a high pitches tune with his fingers between his lips. A squirrel and a bunny hop their way to the table wearing cute mini suits, arranging a fancy dinner plate set and an extra extravagant candle that lit up the moment it touches the table. "Hey Y/n!" Kuroo waves his thinly hand at you, clearing his dry throat. Two birds pass by you dropping your favorite kind of flowers. Tulips. And finally a hand-made flower crown is over her head, now dropping. He made the flower crown the way you like it. "Kuroo.. we need to talk." Kuroo has this sense of urgency, just from telling by the way you talked he could already comprehend it was something bad and he wasn’t ready. "Uhh..Y/n?" He never was and never will be. "I just— I thought this would be a good thing. You showing us we’re dating to the whole school. I thought it would take the pressure off but now...everything is worse." Kuroo can’t bare to look at you, if he did he would’ve broken down here and now. "W-what do you mean? I thought we were through this together? I thought I didn’t have to do this alone? Why does it feel like I’m drifting away from you again, but this time. This time it’s you whose the cause of it?" You could already feel the horror and grief you would during the aftermath of these heartbreaking events. "I-i don’t know, but what will happen to our stories, to our legacies, to our destinies. I swear I’m being such a hypocrite now but what if it is best? What if we really actually were not supposed to be for each other? I don’t want anything bad to happen to us, to you. I think— I think we should break-up."
"And so, as the Sun set in Ever After High. The students were getting fairest for the big dance."
You looked at the the side of your mirror a clear picture of you and Kuroo placed with a heart-shaped sticker. The frown on your face had become much more frowny, if that was even possible.
"Give it up for Semi Eita Piper!" Loud cheers of hilarity can be heard from the whole room as they danced to their hearts content to the cool music and beats Semi Eita Piper, the son of Peter Piper had in stored for them. "Now since True Heart’s Day hasn’t been spelebrated in such a long time I wanted to tell everyone what it’s all about. Once upon a time, there grew a very special tree. The Heart Tree. And even if the winter was harsh, and the other’s failed to bloom; the Heart Tree blossomed no matter what. And so, our Fairy Tale ancestors gave the blossoms to each other on True Heart’s Day. To show that even though it’s not always easy true love will always find a way. And so to encourage all of us to follow our true heart—" Petite and ethereal fairies fly all over the room dropping multiple numbers of hearts to the students inside each receiving colors of hot hot pink and lovely red. "Make sure to give yours to someone special to you!" Before you knew it you were already on stage with your friend, Yachi as you ask to take the mic from her and prepare for your small speech towards the only love of your life. "Excuse me— uhm can I? Kuroo? When I listened to my true heart, it tells me that you’re the only one. You’re my Prince Charming, villain or not. You’re my love, my everything, my twin flame. And I think you’re a fairy tale. I think you’re magical , and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you’ll let me be in your story once again." Kuroo was about to say something but Tendou beat him to it as his curious personality spikes him up as the son of Goldie Locks. "But how can you be a Royal and date Kuroo?" He looks at you intently as if waiting for your answer, hoping it would be a good one. "If writing our own 'Happily Ever After' means I can’t be a Royal then call me Beauty Y/n the Rebel!" You pointed your left pointing finger as the once worry wart look on your face had disappeared and was replaced with a jovial and confident smirk. "Kuroo? I want to give this to you, if you’ll have it." You grin at him awkwardly offering the small heart to him. "Of course I will, I can never resist you no matter what." He would’ve begged you either way to come back to him after the part but this was a hundred times better.
"Alisa! I-i’m so sorry I just had to do it and I love him so mu—" Alisa had approached you with a frown on her face offering her small heart just like how you offered Kuroo your own heart. "I might be worried about you, and I might think you’re doing the wrong thing, but I want you to know we’ll always be friends. That’s what’s in my True heart." You smiled widely at her, finally coming into good terms and resolved the issue once and for all. "Thank you Alisa!" You let out an insanely jovial glee at her. Dragging your bed headed boyfriend, you slow danced with him. "Do you think we could have cuddly sessions after these?" He asks hesitantly playing with the hem of your silk dress. "At our cottage in the forest Sir yes Sir." You bluntly said so serious that Kuroo can’t help but laugh because you were just absolutely too cute for your own good. He leans in your forehead, ignorant to both your height differences as he basks in his own enjoyment, happiness, and joy he is now currently feeling. He is happy, you are happy, both of you are happy.
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Curriculum Vitae: Prologue
Gif: @javier-pena
curriculum Vitae: noun cur·ric·u·la vi·tae Latin. the course of one's life.
Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (fem; no y/n)
Word Count: 1.8k
Rated: M - rating will go up | Warnings: Period-typical sexism, angst, mild language.
Story Summary: After leaving Colombia and retiring from the DEA, Javier Peña steps into a new role as a university professor. A woman with multiple degrees and more books than you can count, you meet Javier as you similarly struggle with the future of your career. Despite your odds, the two of you find something you need in each other during uncertain times.
A/N: So, the idea of Professor Peña has been on my mind lately (is this because I, myself, am pursing a career in academia? who’s to say ) and this multi-chapter, semi-slowburn, enemies/idiots-colleagues-friends-lovers story is the result. Just in case, I wanted to be clear that this story won’t be about a student-teacher dynamic – I went in a totally different direction. This will be a playful, sexy romance full of dreamy images of our favorite DEA agent turned university professor set against the backdrop of Los Angeles of the 1990s. I also want to note that UCLA is about to take some hits in this story, specifically the sociology department, but it’s just for the plot. I’m a UC alumna myself so mad respect any bruins out there! Anyway, I’ve already fallen in love with this story and I’m so excited to share it with you!
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Prologue
Checking your reflection in a nearby window, you straightened your blouse and mentally prepared yourself to knock on the imposing door in front of you. Your top was sticking to you in all the wrong places, probably from your nerves as much as the dry heat of August in Los Angeles and you really wished the university would be a bit more forthcoming with the air conditioning. The chair of the sociology department usually opted to pass along information via a memo, phone call, or through the office’s shared secretary, the latter being his preferred method. You knew it wasn’t good when he called you personally to ask for a meeting.
Steeling yourself, you rapped your knuckles against the old wooden door and listened for the brusque enter from your boss.
“Good morning, Dr. Campbell,” you announced politely, “You wanted to speak with me?”
“Ah, yes! Please come in.” He gestured to the overstuffed leather chair across from his wide mahogany desk and you sat yourself on the edge of the seat, crossing your legs at your ankles. His spacious office was lined with rows upon rows of well-read books and shelves stocked with awards and accolades. He was an intimidating man on a good day, but this was torture. You watched attentively as he cleared his throat and shuffled a few loose papers around on his desk before finally looking up at you through the thin wire glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, seemingly intent on drawing out the awkward interaction for as long as possible. “I’m afraid I have some rather sour news for you, miss.”
Gritting your teeth, you ignored his gaffe; whether the man never remembered your proper title or just refused to acknowledge it, you’d never know, although you had your suspicions. At that precise moment, it was the rest of his statement that unnerved you.
“I’m sorry to hear that, sir. Concerning what, exactly?” you prompted, hoping he would take the bait and get this over with already. He was a man known for being a bit long-winded.
“Well, your tenure,” he said with an exasperated sigh. “Or lack thereof, pardon my candor.”
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You needed to get off that godforsaken campus.
Hastily unlocking the door to your office, letting it fling open without much concern for the wall behind it, you stomped in with a little less decorum than you usually maintained at work. You threw open your bottom desk drawer and dug out your crossbody purse and large tote, tossing both carelessly onto your desk, and then proceeded to shove a few of the books and notepads strewn about your cramped workspace into your bag. You would work on your lectures for the upcoming quarter at home over the weekend, too upset to stay at the university for a second longer than you absolutely had to.
As you made your exit, the framed degrees you’d proudly hung on your wall caught your eye. You could’ve sworn they were glaring at you, taunting you.
“Useless. All three of you.”
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“You are an exemplary lecturer, instructor, and researcher, and the university is fortunate to have you among our prestigious faculty,” Dr. Campbell droned on, clearly trying to soften the blow.
“However?”
“The department cannot offer you a tenured position at this time.” He rested his forearms on his desk, his bony fingers forming a pointed steeple.
You drew in a deep breath of air and dug your nails into the soft flesh of your palm, sure to leave ugly crescent moons. “I’m not sure I understand, sir,” you ground out. “This is my sixth year as an assistant professor. I was offered this professorship with the understanding that it was a tenure-track position and last year when I was overlooked for tenure, I was well-assured that this year would be different.”
The man across from you sighed again, clearly not enjoying the fact that he had to deal with an angry woman. “I am aware of the situation, lest you forget I was the one who offered you this position in the first place.”
“Then can I ask what’s changed?”
“In all honesty, the matter is out of my hands,” he placated. “This directive is coming from the dean’s office. Beyond our department, the school of social sciences is offering fewer positions this year and diverting funds elsewhere, hopefully, if I may be so bold to suggest, to services beneficial to our rapidly increasing student population.”
It took every ounce of willpower you had not to roll your eyes at his explanation. “And are competent, contented professors not beneficial to our students?”
“Well, the sociology department is being gifted a rather impressive visiting lecturer for the year.”
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“Beneficial to our students?” Beverly scoffed into her end of the receiver. If there was anyone in the world you could count on to be even angrier for you than yourself, it was her. Not only was she your best friend in Los Angeles – actually, at this point, probably the world – but she worked in student services and understood university politics even better than you did. “God, I can’t believe that pretentious asshole had the gall to say that to you.”
“You’re telling me,” you mumbled, precariously cradling the phone to your ear with a shoulder as you set the timer on your microwave oven.
“And I’m still shocked that they’re doing this to you again,” she continued, “The department promised you tenure. Literally, promised. I remember you telling me word for word what was said at that meeting last fall.”
“Oh, don’t worry so do I.” You sniffed at a second container of leftovers, making a face when you decided the crispy tofu and Chinese broccoli hadn’t survived a few days in the fridge nearly as well as the veggie curry. “I think I etched that conversation into my brain because some part of me knew this was going to happen.” You resealed the container and moved to throw it away, only making it halfway across your kitchen before the phone cord pulled taut and nearly drugged you backwards. “Shit, hold on.”
You picked up the receiver just as your microwave beeped and you were fairly certain Beverly was laughing at you. She’d been on enough calls where you actually did overextend yourself and drop the phone to know exactly what had happened.
“So, what are you going to do?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Sulk, probably.”
“Nah, that doesn’t sound like you,” she challenged. “I’ve worked at that university for nearly a decade and to this day you’re one of the most determined, hard-working, dedicated professors I’ve ever met.”
“Bev-”
“No! Scratch that. One of the most determined, hard-working, dedicated people I’ve ever met anywhere in my entire life.”
You chuckled as you stirred the remnants of your red curry and jasmine rice. “What would I ever do without you?”
“You still haven’t answered my question,” she scolded, “But that’s alright because I’m going to tell you what you’re going to do.”
“Why does that not surprise me?” you quipped.
“I’m going to ignore the sarcasm, this time, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am.” You knew not to argue when she was using her mom voice on you.
“Now, listen carefully. You’re going to throw yourself into your work, as you are so prone to doing, and make this your best year yet. I’m talking professor-of-the-decade worthy.”
“I don’t think that’s a real thing,” you said with a laugh.
“You know what I mean! And I’m not finished so stop interrupting me.” She paused to make sure you were done being cheeky. “You’re going to make this your best goddamn year of teaching, research, mentorship, and whatever else it is you do, and if they don’t offer you tenure at the end of it, you’re going to remember your worth and then go where that’ll be appreciated. UCLA be damned.”
You were quiet for a long moment as you considered your words. They pulled at something hidden inside of you and were simultaneously encouraging and deeply uncomfortable. “I can’t just-”
“You can. You’re free to do whatever you need to do for yourself, and you should. There’s nothing tying you here. No family, no kids, no tenure-track, that’s for sure.” You swallowed around a lump forming in your throat and ran a hand over your face. “You still there, sweetie?”
“Yeah,” you said, switching the receiver to your other ear. “Yeah, and you’re right. I know you’re right.”
“Of course I am.” You could practically see the grin on her face. “If they don’t have the money to make you an associate professor, at the very least, then you should go somewhere that will.”
“That’s the best part. I’m pretty sure they do. The department is bringing in a new visiting lecturer so you can’t tell me they don’t have some discretionary funds.”
“Really? Who?”
You moaned. “One of the guys who brought down Pablo Escobar. It’s a fucking publicity stunt.”
“Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse.” There was a crash on the other end of the line followed by an ear-piercing shriek. “I’m really sorry babe, but I gotta go. Henry’s going to be home soon and I’m making dinner and the baby’s crying and I think the other two are trying to kill each other. Again.”
“Oh, no. Go take care of your family. I’m sorry I called – I didn’t realize how late it was.”
“No, I’m so glad you did. I was worried when you didn’t show up at our usual spot for lunch today. Anyway, I’m sure this will all work out in the end somehow. I’ll see you Monday.”
You hung up the landline, silencing the dial tone. You scanned your empty apartment, your eyes dancing between the random stacks of books, your cluttered dual-purpose kitchen table/worktop, and your makeshift bedroom partially partitioned from the rest of the studio. You exhaled and skewered a few rapidly cooling vegetables onto your fork as you thought over Beverly’s words. Your whole life fit inside these four walls. There wasn’t anything tying you down besides your hope that your hard work would finally be rewarded. While that should’ve been reassuring, it just tore at your already broken heart.
This couldn’t be all there was for you.
Something had to change.
A spunky bark pulled you from your spiraling thoughts. “Is it dinner time for you too, Sunny?”
A second bark and a wagging tail confirmed your suspicion.
Well, at least you weren’t entirely on your own.
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Riddler x Vigilante! Reader
Request: I loved your recent Edward Nygma ones! Would you be open to the idea of writing something with him from the Gotham TV show? And maybe with a reader who also works with Batsy but is also dating him? And he finds out reader is a superhero when they were "crime fighting", unmasks her or something, and fluffy end? Thank you in advance!!
A/N: I am very iffy about this entire story so you guys just let me know how I did.
Batman, Batman, BATMAN!
That’s all that occupied Edward’s mind as he broke the pencil in his hand in half. Not too long ago, he and Oswald both watched as a masked vigilante leaped from building to building, and had put a pause on their plans for villainy that night. If only Edward had known all the problems that masked vigilante would cause for him in the future, then he would’ve hunted down that ‘Batman’ to the ends of the earth just to save him the amount of frustration he was feeling right now. It didn’t help that you weren’t there to comfort him, your job as a reporter now preoccupying most of your time, but it’s not like Edward could simply tell you about his troubles.
Especially since this stupid new hero seemed to have been the person to thank for your sudden promotion, he was a mystery for other reporters to interview however you always seemed to get not only the best photos but some actual comments from the masked vigilante. This only added to Edward’s frustration, why out of all the reporters and journalists in Gotham did this...Batman choose to speak with you?
After all, Edward knew you were far more superior and special than those other Lois Lane wannabes, that’s why when he was the Riddler he’d often make sure his crimes were near you but not severe enough where you’d get hurt. Only he was allowed to have a soft spot for you, you were his girlfriend and his reporter, and he was going to have to make sure that this mysterious new Batman knew that.
But how?
That was the question that vexed him, that evaded him. How on earth could he make something pay that might not even be real?
Before he started to fully see red, his head perked up at the sound of the door opening, and your angelic voice singing out a cheerful and bright “Edders!~”
The Batman could wait, for now, there were more important things occupying Edward’s mind as he stood from his spot and gleefully made his way to the living room.
“You’re back!” He mused as he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you from the ground and spinning you around the room.
You laughed loudly and became slightly dizzy when he set you back on the ground, in a pleasant way. Then you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek, making him softly chuckle as he pressed his forehead against yours.
“I missed you.” He murmured.
“I missed you, too.” You responded back, stealing a kiss from his lips with a playful smile.
The two of you stood there for a while, even if it felt like forever. Where he had both his hands cupping your face and keeping his forehead pressed to yours while you had two hands on his shoulders as you let out a content hum.
“How was your day, Dear?” You asked him as you finally stepped back to put your work bag away in the shared bedroom you two had.
“Stressful,” He frowned as he followed you like a lost puppy to the room. You turned back to face him with a sympathetic look on your face, “Aw, wanna talk about it?”
“Desperately,” He sighed before falling backward onto the bed, “but I do believe you know the rules about me discussing my work.”
You rolled your eyes before laying next to him, laying on your side as you propped your head on one hand and used the other to draw random shapes on his chest, which made him exhale heavily in pleasure and cuddle closer over to you.
“Right, forgive me, my dear Edward,” You snickered softly as you enjoyed the way he started to snake one hand around your waist and nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck.
Days like this were nice, days where you two could just lay down with one another and relax, the feeling of having you near him was therapeutic, but of course, these moments never lasted long. Only because both of your jobs required your full attention and dedication, so when his phone began to ring, he groaned in annoyance while you sent him a smug smirk. He looked at who was calling before sitting up from the bed.
“I gotta take this, it’s for work.” He explained while you nodded at him with a smile that could make even the brightest sun jealous. You stretched out on the bed a bit more before becoming a bit more comfortable, “Hurry back, Edders.”
He nodded before standing up from his spot and walking out into the hallway, most likely to his office if you had to guess, as he hissed temperamentally to the phone he was talking to. You smiled before frowning and groaning in annoyance when your phone began to shortly ring afterwords. You obviously took it out but your eyes widened when you saw there was no number calling you. Instead a big yellow bat over a black surface was all your phone screen showed, your brows then furrowed into a look of determination as you leaped from the bed and quickly grabbed your work bag.
“Hey, (Y/n), I have to go-” You pecked his cheek as you ran past him, “I do too, love you!”
Before Edward could open his mouth to ask where you were going or to say anything, really, you had already dashed out the door.
“Huh,” He shrugged, “At least I don’t have to make up some lame excuse or something.”
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“Heya, Bats!” You greeted, dressed in your vigilante attire as you used your grappling hook to descend to the ground and kick away a group of henchmen who were about to attack your partner.
The Dark Knight, a nickname you had come up with yourself, merely grabbed the collar of one of the henchmen before flinging him at a group of minions charging towards the both of you.
“You’re late.” He merely grunts as he dodges another blow. You merely rolled your eyes before you delivering a swift roundhouse kick to one minion who tried to attack you from surprise.
“Well, I’m sorry I have a life outside of being your partner,” You retorted when you were suddenly struck in the side of the head by something.
“(H/n)!” Batman shouted as he ran towards you.
You could feel yourself falling, almost as if in slow motion, and your vision becoming blurrier and blurrier the more you stumbled before you felt your head come into contact with the cold hard ground.
Funny that it was your first night out as a vigilante and already you got knocked out, huh?
When you woke up again, you groaned at the throbbing pain in your head and slowly tried to have your eyes readjust your surroundings. The first thing you noticed was that everything was upside down and that you couldn’t move your arms or your legs. You spun around slowly to face Batman, who also seemed to be in the same predicament you were in.
“You must feel comfortable like this, Bats.” You mused, a small smile on your face. He still kept up his poker face as he spun around slowly, “How can you even joke at a time like this?”
“He’s right!” Another voice chimed, one that you knew very well, but you really hoped you weren’t right and that you’re ears were failing you.
Both you and Batman were harshly spun around to face the Riddler, aka, your boyfriend, Edward Nygma.
“You really shouldn’t be joking at a time like this, my dear hero.” He mused as he walked around both you and your partner.
You were too speechless to speak, too paralyzed to hear whatever evil plot he had in store for you, and much too conflicted to think of your next move.
“Who knew it would be so easy to unmask the Batman?” The Riddler mused, “not only that but I get two for the price of one. Forgive me but I don’t think I got your name.”
He kneeled down in front of you, the charming smile he always gave you looked so ominous in the position you were in right now. Yet, it was also somewhat exciting to you as well.
“I’d think you should know me pretty well, Edders.” You smirked when you finally recovered from shock, making the villain's eyes go wide.
“How did you-....Wait,” He frowned as his gloved hands reached for your mask, he slowly peeled it off and was met with your smiling face.
“Aw, unmasked on my first night out. Guess I’m not a very good vigilante, huh?” You joked light-heartedly.
“(Y-Y/n)?” Eddie stammered, touching the side of your face to see if you were actually real, “This couldn’t be, I-I saw you leave...y-you kissed me on the cheek and- how-...when?”
You shrugged, as best as you could at least, before sending him your signature smile.
“Can’t tell you all the details but let’s just say I stuck my nose where I shouldn’t have and the big bad Batman saved me and asked me to be his partner.” You tried to summarize as best as you could.
Bruce wanted to very much argue that he hadn’t asked you to do anything, you just had Alfred make you a vigilante suit as well and then demanded to tag along with him. However, he decided to take advantage of...whatever it is you and The Riddler were having right now.
“What are you idiots waiting for? Untie them!” Edward barked, making his henchmen flinch and look at each other.
“But...uh... Boss? Didn’t you-” a simple glare was from Edward was all it took for the henchman to seize his babbling and quickly untied both you and your partner.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a vigilante?” He frowned, handing you back your mask. You raised an eyebrow at him as you placed your mask back on, “Says my supervillain boyfriend.”
“Not Supervillain ex-boyfriend?” Edward tilted his head in confusion.
You responded by jumping on him while wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. His eyes went wide until he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly and began to kiss back, making everyone in the room feel uncomfortable. Even the mysterious Batman.
“As long as I’m not your vigilante ex-girlfriend.” You panted when you broke the kiss. Edward only stared at you with adoring and dreamy eyes, “Never.”
“Uh...Boss, what do you want us to do with the Bat?” One henchman asked.
“Let him go, I have more important matters.” He hummed as he spun you around like he did earlier, making you laugh.
Even though things we’re gonna get a bit awkward considering where you two stood on the whole good vs. evil battle, something told you that it was something you two would overcome.
Together
#Edward Nygma x reader#Edward Nygma x you#Gotham x reader#Gotham x you#Bruce Wayne#Vigilante! Reader#Kinda a crack fic#i need requests#i only date heroes#The Riddler x you#I haven't watched gotham in such a long time#requested
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Pixel Angel: A Novella for Naomi Nikola ☪
☪ 。P A R T T H R E E _ d o r m o u s e
A kaleidoscopic pair of orbs.
Whilst peering at this looking-glass of lost clouds, I had sought starlight... to no avail. Perhaps, the pyre had long since perished in the darkness, buried behind the impenetrable void of her gaze! Nonetheless, its surrounding haze had consoled my futile fixation, with remnants of radiance that survived the voyage across her galactic vision, destined to transport said lustre to her milky-white skin.
Starry-eyed or not, she was a starlet all the same. Two-toned locks tumbled down her shoulders, hinting of rebellion against her monochromatic aesthetic. Enveloping her petite frame were garments of Gothic and Victorian origin, comprising a lacy blouse with ruffles, a small skirt exquisitely crafted from black velvet, complemented by fishnet stockings which subtly enshroud her downy limbs, and a pair of platform boots, perfect for raising height and hell.
Indeed, a glamorous ghoul! I fancied a bloodbath of pink would complete the pretty picture.
The windows to her jet black soul were unbarred, yet the stillness of her irises would not waiver enough to provoke any attempt of inference through eye contact.
Thank the heavens! The canopy bed, on top of which she lolled about while seemingly immobilised and bewitched, had a curious contraption hidden within the nether carpet.
Tenderly, I pierced her wrist à droite with the point of a silver dagger, until a drop of purple blood crawled its way out of her flesh. Producing a singular pearl from my pocket, I proceeded to smear it with her blood.
Now, it must be noted that in all four legs of her canopy bed, one had a tiny, hidden hole carved in its upper, wooden interior. The pearl was a flawless fit — once it fell into the shell, the absurd mechanism was set into motion.
An emergence of tentacles! Slithering darlings! Suckers for skin. Purple ink. Ah, leave it to your imagination.
After much intervention, the dreamy damsel began to stir — awakening with neither recollection nor suspicion.
She glanced at the clock instead. Tick-tock, went its heart-shaped arrow hands.
The walls with her weaponry.
A tally of five.
❝ Naomi no Yami, ❞ I began.
T O B E C O N T I N U E D .
: dedicated to Omikami ☪
: the saga continues — part FOUR ♥
: PIXEL ANGEL MASTERLIST
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On Your Doorstep (1/2)
Ship: Solangelo
Words: 2310
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There it was: a letter placed on the center of his welcome mat. It was white and unsuspecting, with a small, red heart on the back where it was supposed to be open and the front said “Nico” in practiced handwriting. It had been like this for almost a month now; he would wake up, look down, and see a letter neatly placed there--he wasn’t sure when they were being dropped off but they were always there in the morning. He, also, was not sure who was doing this. He just knew that, although apprehensive at first, he had started falling in love with the words.
The letter felt light in his hands and he tapped the outside with nervous fingers before carefully opening it--no need for broken hearts. Nico slowly made his way back inside and to his bed, already smiling as he read:
Dear Nico,
I can’t stop thinking about you; the grooves of your teeth as you smile making the perfect formation. Loving you makes me feel like Atlas and, although he was punished, I would happily carry the weight of the world if it meant I was holding you forever.
And, in the past, I used to look for the moon when I first stepped outside--always knew her general direction and used her for some certainty in my life--now I just think of you. Your smile is the perfect crescent and it pulls my eyes towards you like waves with the moon. (I do hope though I am not pushing you away in a slow, nervous cycle.) When the world is long gone, only the moon and the waves, I will still wish it could just be us for the rest of time.
The push and pull.
And just us.
Forever.
Just us.
Sincerely,
Your Secret Admirer
Nico sighed to himself before tucking the letter neatly back into the envelope, dating it and placing it in his nightstand. A few people knew about the letters, only because they had seen them on his porch and not because he was willingly sharing them with anyone. It felt special to him; no one had ever done this before.
It was hard not to be curious who would be writing these though, if not his friends, and, considering most of his friends were in relationships, he couldn’t imagine it would be them. He did have a few other friends it could be however; for example, Clovis and Will. The son of Apollo was always working in the infirmary (it felt like anyway) so the Italian hesitated to believe it was him. The words were dreamy and sweet, but if it was Clovis then why would he not say it to him or warp his dreams into something pleasant?
Then again, Will always did find time for an evening game of mythomagic or just a casual conversation at lunch. Their friendship came naturally and brought peace of mind to the younger boy that no one else had given him since Bianca. He knew Will was the type to mask negative emotions with happiness, but he had never seen him in love. It could very well be his best friend.
For the second time that day, Nico stepped outside to the fresh afternoon air and stretched his arms towards the sky with a groan. He bounced down the steps towards the arena, he had a lesson to teach and then he was free to lounge about in the strawberry field for the rest of the day. It was for younger kids so he grabbed a practice sword, finding his class already there and chatting among themselves.
“Alright, let’s get this over with.” He called his students to attention before reviewing the basics, feeling much lighter this morning when he thought of the lovely words, and went easy (well, easy for Nico) on them when they practiced. It went so smooth that he didn’t notice when it was over until the kids started silently and slowly packing up.
They departed and Nico was left to clean up the arena before the next class entered. His dark eyes keep flickering towards the entrance, where a brunette boy was waiting with an expecting smile--still, he felt no need to rush. He recognized this boy as a child from the Hermes cabin, someone he talked to from time to time, but didn’t consider himself close with. The boy’s eyes were a striking shade of blue as he watched the Italian walk over.
“Hey, Dylan, what’s up?” Nico muttered as he kept walking by and gestured for the other boy to follow.
The brunette stepped into time with swift, quick feet and a wide smile on his face. “I just wanted to ask you something, angel.”
Dark eyes fluttered to the back of his skull before the Italian groaned, “what?”
“Have you been getting my letters?” Dylan asked, wrapping an arm around Nico’s shoulder as his stopped in his tracks. It came out of left field; how could someone he hardly knew say words like that to him? It felt like the world had opened up and swallowed him—no, worse than that, because at least that way he could hide in his father’s palace. It felt like utter and total disappointment radiating from his core.
“You’re my secret admirer?” Nico asked, shock written all over his face, the confusion taking over his mind to the point he didn’t react when a kiss was placed on his cheek.
“Yeah, of course. I mean, I’m the son of a messenger god--I know a little something about love letters. Did you like them?”
Nico slowly nodded, brushing his fingertips against where he was just kissed. The words were so sweet and dedicated, so why did this feel so wrong? Why did he feel so disappointed? Why couldn’t he stop thinking of Will?
He didn’t fight it when their fingers were laced up, when he was dragged to the dining pavilion, or when he saw something like hurt on the son of Apollo’s face for a split second. There were no more thoughts of lying in strawberry fields; instead, he just sat silently as the other boy made him a victim of PDA. It was the kind of wrong that felt impossible to fight, as if he was being held at gunpoint by emotions.
It was hard not to look at Will for support or help though, he was always good at smoothing situations over and offering advice or at least a shoulder to cry on. The blond also knew everyone at camp and if he could read the letters, maybe he would be able to tell if this new boy had actually written them or not. Every time he looked over at the Apollo table, however, it felt like Will was looking anywhere but at him. Hurt and fear turned in his stomach until the only thing he could think to do was summon a skeleton’s hand to grab Dylan’s ankle under the table--just something to scare him and create a distraction.
When Nico finally managed to pull out of unwelcomed arms, he practically sprinted back to his cabin to pour over the letters again. There was no way someone he talked to so briefly could feel so deeply about him, right? The notes felt like shared memories but there was no direct way to pinpoint it--no hints to who it really could be. It had to be someone he knew, but what if it wasn’t? Nico regretted keeping these letters to himself now--wishing for perspective on the situation--and would take advice from literally anyone by this point.
He threw himself on his bed in frustration and buried his face into his pillow, trying not to scream and, if he did, at least it would be muffled. Too consumed by his feelings, he didn’t notice someone come in until the weight on his bed shifted. He hopefully looked up, fully expecting to see Will, but instead it was Dylan with his lopsided smile and hands all wrong on the small of Nico’s back.
“What do you want?” The son of Hades snapped as he turned to sit up. The place where the hand had been felt like it was burning from disgust.
“Aren’t you happy to see me?” The brunette teased, moving closer until Nico was cornered. It was a tricky situation; Nico could fight back the advances, but he was afraid he would overdo it--use too much force and severely hurt someone. If this is who he says he is then how could he reject Dylan? After all those sweet words especially? Would someone really just say romantic words and not mean them? It was naive, he knew, but Nico wanted to believe him--to think someone would say something like that to him in earnest.
So when Dylan leaned over, brushed their lips together (successfully taking Nico’s first kiss), the son of Hades allowed it to happen. He leaned into his pillow as the other hovered over him and tried to pretend it was Will placing his hand on his chest. He still cringed at the physical contact, played dead, until at last Dylan pulled back. “Huh,” the son of Hermes said, “Was that your first kiss?”
“Yes.” Nico shrunk back, leaning on his elbows now with eyes fixed to the wall.
“You’ll get better the more we do it,” Dylan said with a laugh in his voice. “Maybe we should practice more?”
“I think you should go,” Nico replied with force and mustering up a glare. For a moment he thought it was enough to deter the other boy until he saw a hint of mischief in the other’s eyes. The way he grabbed at Nico’s wrists wasn’t forceful but still, his dark eyes shone with fear, until at last he jerked away. He kicked the brunette of his bed with all his force before stomping to the door and flinging it open, only to find Will frozen at the entrance.
He had a letter in his hand, the same kind that had practiced handwriting and a heart on the back, and there was curiosity written on his tanned face. Blue drilled into brown eyes, the shadows pulling towards Nico as he slowly realized what Will was holding and what a fool he had been. “Have you been writing me those letters this whole time?”
“I, uh…” Will looked carefully behind Nico at Dylan, not sure of the situation and not wanting to make it worse. “I have been, yes. I just, uh--I was gonna drop this one off as the last one, since you have a boyfriend now but I already had--”
“He is not my boyfriend,” Nico growled, allowing the shadows to grab at the son of Hermes with furiosity. He was practically shaking with anger now and grabbed his sword from the entrance, but was stopped in his tracks by a gentle hand on his wrist.
“Nico, I’m sure whatever happened can be worked out,” Will tried, all too aware of how dangerous the son of Hades could be when he was irate. “Why don’t we talk about it, huh? It’s not past curfew, we can go to the strawberry fields and--”
“He lied to me! He said he wrote those letters, Will! And--and he took my first…” By instinct his hands went to his lips. He had always imagined his first kiss would leave him feeling like a bee to a flower; now though, he didn’t want his lips to even touch each other. The fear on Dylan’s face was satisfying and Nico was ready to stalk the rest of the way over, tower over him, and enact his revenge but he could still feel Will’s warm hand on his wrist and soothing magic.
“I’m so sorry, Nico,” Will tried, tightening his grip so the son of Hades’ didn’t do anything he would regret later, even if it was justified. “If I would have just told you sooner instead of--”
“You think this is your fault? If he didn’t lie--”
“I could have said something sooner though or given you hints to--”
“Why didn’t you then? Did you feel like you couldn’t talk to me?”
“It wasn’t that! It was just…”
“Just what?”
“I asked the Aphrodite cabin what to do and they suggested this, but I didn’t realize how much I would like doing it and how much harder it would make telling you.”
“So you just went on for a month?”
“Well, when you say it like that…”
“Were you ever going to tell me or was I just supposed to fall in love with someone who was never going to give me their actual time?”
“When you say it like that it seems bad!”
“I waited for you, Will! I was so ready to know who could write me something so sweet that I jumped at the first idiot to claim it. Maybe I’m the problem here though, because the whole time I just wished it would be you that came forward.”
“You did?”
“How could you not see I’m totally in love with you?”
“I’m sorry, Neeks… It’s just--”
“You both need to get out--”
“But--”
“Now!”
And before anything else could be said, Will and Dylan had skeletal hands gripping them on each side as they were dragged out the door, willing or not. The cabin door slammed and the soldiers stood watch outside; it was as if the grass around the cabin was slowly dying and becoming discolored, but maybe that was just in the blond’s head. Although tempting, Dylan decided not to make a joke about how emotion the son of Hades could be and took the stunned silence as a time to escape. This was a problem for another day.
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Can you please write something about TJ and Cyrus fighting about who was the cuter kid (around like 3-6 years old). Cyrus is only doing it in order to see TJ's baby pictures and TJ falls for it. When they show each other the pictures, Cyrus is like "Okay, you win. You were obviously cuter." and TJ's like "??? huh?? nothing in this world is cuter than this picture of you????"
Sorry for taking so long to write this!
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“Are you serious?” TJ asked, his eyebrows raised in disbelief as he looked down at Cyrus, his arm slung around the younger boy’s shoulders. “You really think you were a cuter baby than me?”
Cyrus shrugged, the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. They were watching TV on TJ’s couch, snuggled close together beneath the warmth of an old, fraying blanket, and Cyrus’ cheek was pressed comfortably against his boyfriend’s chest, rising and falling in time with TJ’s steady breaths. He couldn’t remember how the debate had started – maybe it was the diaper commercial with all the grinning, drooling babies – but TJ had started to rant about his unbeatable adorableness as a child, so Cyrus had purposely challenged him for the fun of it.
“I had curly hair!” TJ exclaimed, his face slowly turning red as his voice grew louder and more insistent. “White-blond curly hair. Like a freaking angel! You really think you were cuter than an angel, Underdog? I mean, you’re gorgeous, but come on…”
Cyrus swallowed back laughter and shrugged again. “My family says I had the fluffiest hair they’d ever seen, and the biggest, brownest eyes… Like Bambi. You really think you were cuter than Bambi?”
“Yeah,” TJ said, but Cyrus could see the beginnings of doubt creeping into his expression.
“Okay. Prove it.”
“What?”
“Show me your baby photos, and I’ll show you mine. That way we can settle the debate.”
TJ squirmed, his lips pressed into a thin, anxious line. “Do you even have any baby photos with you?” he asked uncertainly.
“My mom has some on her Facebook,” Cyrus replied with a smug smile.
“Right.”
“What’s wrong? Scared you’re gonna lose?”
The doubt on TJ’s face was gone in an instant, replaced by the kind of fierce determination he always wore before a basketball game. Cyrus couldn’t help but giggle at his boyfriend’s competitive rage; it was hilariously ridiculous, and oh so endearing… As soon as this silly debate was finished, he was going to grab TJ’s stupid face and kiss him senseless.
“My mom keeps the photo album in her bedroom,” TJ said, jumping to his feet so quickly that Cyrus’ head smacked the couch in his absence. “I’ll be back in a second!”
When he returned, he was carrying a large, cream-coloured book with the words ‘Family Photos’ embroidered in golden letters on the cover. Cyrus’ heart pinched at the image of his tough, stone-faced boyfriend holding something so sentimental. He wondered if he and TJ would have a similar book one day, full to the brim with photos of their own family. Maybe it was too early to be thinking about things like that, but he didn’t care; a future with TJ was something he longed for more than anything.
“Okay.” TJ dropped the album onto the coffee table with a thud, startling Cyrus out of his daydreams. “Have you got the photos on your phone?”
“I’ll find them now.”
His mom had an entire album on Facebook dedicated to him, so he was able to find the photos straight away. After a quick scroll, he chose the cutest one he could find – a photo of him in a turquoise t-shirt and dungarees, a gummy smile brightening his chubby face as he reached for the camera.
“Here,” he said, handing the phone to his boyfriend in exchange for the photo album. “You ready?”
TJ nodded. “Bring it on, Goodman.”
On the count of three, Cyrus opened the album while TJ looked down at the phone. The first photo he was greeted with featured all four of the Kippens – including a miniature Amber with pigtails – and as soon as his eyes landed on TJ, his heart melted. He was wearing a white hoodie that fell past his knees, and his curly hair was sticking up in all directions, creating the illusion of a frizzy halo above his head. Even back then, there was a gleam of mischief in his green eyes, shooting daggers at the camera as if he were saying “I told you so” to a future Cyrus.
“You win,” he said, tearing his eyes away from the photo to meet the inevitable triumph on TJ’s face. But when he saw his boyfriend on the opposite end of the couch, he realised he wasn’t basking in his victory like he’d expected. Instead, he was staring at the photo of Cyrus with watery eyes and the softest smile he’d ever seen.
“Are you kidding me?” TJ asked, his voice a whisper. He glanced up at Cyrus with a shake of his head. “Nothing in the world is cuter than this photo of you.”
Cyrus grinned. “Really?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Are you saying I win?”
“Without a doubt.” TJ reached across the couch and grabbed his hand, sweeping a thumb across Cyrus’ knuckles that sent a pleasant shiver up his arm. “You were beautiful then, and you’re beautiful now. How the hell do I deserve you?”
A dreamy sigh escaped his lips. “I could ask you the same question.”
“Are you serious? You are definitely a better person than me.”
“Let’s not start another debate,” Cyrus said, his stomach swooping with laughter as he squeezed TJ’s hand. “We’re better together. That’s all that matters, right?”
TJ smiled and kissed his cheek. “Right.”
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Award (b.h.)
Summary: What really happened at the viewing party?
Word count: 1765
Warning: none, maybe some cussing
A/N: I’ve been going back and forth on if I wanted to post this or not lol. Hope you guys enjoy it! Also, you should see my docs, someone give me some motivation bc I have so many WIPs 😬
Masterlist
“Y/N?” Ben's voice was muffled by the music you had playing as you danced around getting ready for the viewing party. Being apart of Bohemian Rhapsody was a huge step in your career, but sadly only Rami was invited to the Globes.
You were so caught up in getting your makeup finished and singing along that you didn’t realize Ben standing behind you. “A gathering of angels appeared above my head. They sang to me this song of hope and this is what they said. They said come sail away come sail away.”
“Come sail away with me.” Ben sang in response.
You jumped around and laughed before continuing. “Come sail away, Come sail away”
Ben took your hand in his and spun you. “Come sail away with meeeeeeeee.”
As you spun away you paused the music, still laughing. “Well don’t you look sharp.” You adjusted his tie before wrapping your arms around him. “I missed you.”
He kissed your head, returning the hug. “You look very lovely yourself. And I missed you too.” He smiled, pulling away and watching you slip into your shoes. “Are you ready? Joe and Gwil are already there.”
You grabbed your clutch and nodded, taking Ben’s extended elbow and heading to the car.
“Are you nervous?” He asked, watching you twist your bracelet on your wrist as the city speed by the window.
“Kinda? It’s the first award the movies been up for. Also Rami deserves it, he did so well. I just wish we could have been there.”
“Me too. But, at least we all still get to be together.” He patted your hand, leaving his over yours for a few beats before pulling away. The conversation easily went into the progress of the most recent projects you’d each been working on.
That’s how it always had been with Ben. Easy conversation, just kinda clicking. But you two weren’t together, although you wouldn’t say no if he asked. After spending every second together from shooting the film to falling asleep together during movie nights, the two of you had grown close.
There had been a few almosts for you. Like when you woke up curled into him and he looked so peaceful that it took everything in you not to kiss him. Another time was when you were sick and he stayed with you all day even though he was suppose to be on set. He made you soup and tea and he even read to you. You felt so soft about it, it was difficult not to confess your feeling right then.
When the car pulled up to the building, there were a few photographers outside the mini red carpet. Ben helped you out of the car and lead you with a hand on your lower back. The two of you stopped for a few pictures and to talk with some people but seeing as this wasn’t a big event, there weren’t many interviewers.
“That never gets easier, does it?” You asked Ben as the two of you made your way inside.
He laughed, swiping two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter, handing one off to you. “If you know the interviewer it’s not as bad. But you just have to have fun with it.”
Before he could say anything more you were each wrapped in a pair of arms. “About time!” Joe's head was propped onto Ben's shoulder as Gwil rested his chin on your head. “Y/N, you look absolutely lovely.”
Gwils head moved over yours in agreement. “Thank you. How’s the party so far?”
The boys released you and Ben, giving you the opportunity to hug Joe while he filled you in. “Lucy went to the red carpet with Rami, but she will be here for the viewing party. I know Rami is coming here after the show, his mom and brother are here somewhere.” He lead you away from Ben and Gwil, who seemed to be in a serious conversation, and took you to the buffet. “Food and drinks are all here and they have a bunch of screens set up for when the show starts.” Joe handed you a plate, taking one for himself and starting on the food.
“Wow they really went all out. It smells amazing.” Your stomach silently grumbled as you scooped some potatoes into your plate.
Once you and Joe had plates, you followed him to a table and started eating and talking with everyone else at the table. When you first pictured the party, you had this hectic idea in your head, and you were glad it wasn’t as crazy. There was some mellow music playing and chatting all around. It was all very nice.
As conversations continued, you started remembering all it took to get here. Creating a bond with the boys and Lucy, all the retakes and late nights. The pranks you’d all pull, and getting to know Brian and Roger.
You hadn’t realized you’d zoned out till something icy touched your bare shoulder. “Ah! Cold!”
Ben pulled the chair closer to you and sat down. “Sorry love, I brought you a beer.”
After a long sip you sighed. “Thank you. Where’ve you been? You were having a pretty deep conversation and the poof you were gone.” You pokes his leg with your toe.
“Oh, nothing. That was just about the rugby game.” His face was flushed, but you couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or not.
“Well, I’m glad you joined us.” You smiled, tapping the neck of your beer against his.
“Me too.” He responded as you turned back to listen to Gwil, you missed the dreamy look in his eyes.
About an hour later, everyone had eaten and was moving around talking when the show started. You’d just finished speaking with Ramis brother when you noticed Ben watching you with a soft look. You raised an eyebrow and he smiled, nodding to the spot beside him.
“Thanks for saving me a seat.”
“No one else I’d rather sit beside.” He laughed, nudging you slightly with his shoulder.
“Except me.” Joe said, wiggling his way to the other side of Ben. “I’m just glad you separated them.” He pointed at Ben then at Gwil who was sat beside you.
Gwil mocked shock. “I take great offense to your lack of support, Joseph.”
“You didn’t mind his lack of support of our love.” Joe huffed, crossing his arms.
“Boys. Boys. There’s enough of me to go around.” Ben said, holding his arms up.
“You sure Y/N would want to share you?” Gwil asked.
You picked up your drink from the table and sat back, thankful they could see the heat rising up your neck. “He’s all yours boys.”
They bickered back and forth for a bit before Lucy showed up. She talked about how exciting it was to walk the carpet with Rami, and how nervous he was, and before long it was the start of the show.
The beginning was slow, and rough. The opening was cringe worthy, and it took awhile for them to actually start announcing winners. It was exciting to see Rami, Brian, and Roger sitting front row, and the closer it got to the end the more the energy in the room shifted to a nervous one.
When Julianne Moore and Richard Gere walked out and started talking the entire room went silent. Ben's hand slowly wrapped around yours as he leaned forward a little.
“And the golden Globe goes to...Rami Malek!” Juliann said as the room erupted.
Cheers and whoops and hugs went around as Rami made his way to the stage. Ben wrapped his arms around you in a hug and gave a sigh of relief before turning and hugging Joe, still keeping his arm over your shoulder.
Ramis speech was beautiful. Joe yelled “come at me” when he said he was going to tackle the boys, and when he dedicated the award to Freddie you couldn’t hold back the tears.
Ben's thumb gently swiped under your eye and he pulled you closer. The room grew quiet again as Nicole Kidman walked out and introduced the last category. Everyone stood still, even the waiters stopped moving around to listen.
“And, the Golden Globe goes to...Bohemian Rhapsody!” She announced, as once again the room erupted.
You started crying again, as Bens arms went straight up and he wooed. Everyone was hugging and cheering. When Ben turned back to you, he had a huge grin on his face as both hands cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears away again before closing the distance and kissing you.
Everything stopped, all you could feel was Ben's lips on yours as you kissed back. Your ears were ringing, and when you pulled away you realized it was because everyone was cheering again, this time for you and Ben.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He laughed, resting his forehead against yours. You licked your lips and just looked at him for a long moment. His eyes grew worried the longer you took to respond. “I’m sorr-..”
You covered his lips with your finger and shook your head. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while too.”
A boyish grin was on his face again as he scooped you up and spun you, kissing you once more.
“Fork it over.” You heard Gwil say, his hand out as Joe grumbled under his breath while digging in his wallet.
“The one time I’m wrong. And I lose $50.” He slapped the bill into Gwils hand. “About damn time though.” A smile spread across his face as he hugged you both at once. “I’m going to get us a round of shots to celebrate!”
Gwil move closer and whispered. “Ben told me he was thinking about doing it, and he sounded pretty serious. But I may have down played it when I told Joe.” He laughed, kissing the top of your head. “I’ll give him back his money at the end of the night. Maybe.” He patted Ben’s back before following after Joe.
Ben looked down at you and smiled. “Hi.” He whispered. Wrapping both arms around your waist.
“Hi.” You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face.
Slowly, he moved closer, and you pushed up on your toes, meeting him halfway. This time the kiss was more serious, everything you’d wanted to say to each other but weren’t sure how.
When you pulled away, Ben laughed. “Rami may have won a globe but I think I got the best award of the night.”
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Day 4
Thursday started with an incredible dream. Its something I still don't know how to process yet but it was so clear and colorful and beautiful that I want to do something with the information.
I think what might have prompted the dream was me thinking of my life living in Glastonbury if I had the means to right away. Then thinking of the type of local magic/witchcraft I'd probably get into. That probably lead to the fascination with the local goddess Avalon and how nature and magic is personified through her. That lead to this beautiful dream that was really like experiencing watching an 8 hour long sailor scouts magical transformation sequence, but in my sleep.
This is solely my beliefs, but I believe that the divine or 'spirit' or in popular terms 'the universe' is something that exists in everything and within us, and that since it’s so immense and has so many qualities and attributes to it, you can understand that this all encompassing energy is made up of many types of vibrations or frequencies within it. These different types of frequencies or vibrations could be understood like 'chords' in a scale of music or like colors in visible light. People often experience these different frequencies as different deities, being fractions of the divine source and though they are all of the same source they all have different roles to play and different paths that can help us etc. instead of us just going to the whole energy of the universe we sometimes find ourselves seeking a specific 'chord' to help us learn a lesson. (Like for example if someone is looking for prosperity, instead of asking the universe, they might work with Jupiter, or give an offering to apollo or whatever they work with).
Elaborating on this idea I feel like many cultures have experienced connecting with these different frequencies and personifying them in ways that served them in their communities. It’s why you have so many goddesses of love that are also goddesses of justice, so many gods of war and sex, deities of harvest and prosperity, of the ocean, of the sun and moon etc. The thing that makes these deities very distinct from each other is the context and relationship people of their communities and lands have created with them. (It's also why I really don't have sympathy for people looking to connect with gods in closed cultures cause its like.. you can either make your own connection to those divine frequencies or look in your own heritage and you will find it. The source is in all of us.)
Adding a read more out of consideration for people that are scrolling. Just more details of my dream and the day I had in Glastonbury!
Anyway I think being surrounded by images of 'the goddess' (basically the divine or the universe personified by a goddess) was sitting in my subconscious and I got this beautiful sequence of faceless silhouettes of goddesses with auras of different colored lights representing different divine frequencies.
You had the 'Eternal one' represented by a crystal prism that was the personification of all energy. She had a rainbow crystal aura of light. The following were just different ‘vibrations’ of her, like all of these were the same source but just 'fractions' of the source.
There was one for every color imaginable and represented 12 celestial bodies (including planet x). It was all very high femme, yet gender neutral and kind of like this repeating messages that all these fractions of goddesses of different colors were apart of the eternal goddess but the eternal goddess was inside everyone as the universal traits of yielding passive and caring energy humanity needs to cultivate to survive. I won't go into detail of every color and their representation here as it's long, a lot of it is like intuitive though like you could easily see how the correspondences could easily fit into each other, but I am thinking about making a post about this in further detail. The only thing is that I am not sure yet what to do with the information. I am already happy working with the planets as they are but it seemed incredibly vivid and somewhat important. I'd love to do a kind of art installation of altars dedicated towards each one of them. It was really beautiful and so well organized in detail I think its worth making something out of?
ANYWAY
The rest of the morning was me going on and on about this dream until my friends were exhausted. Funnily enough we went to THE GODDESS HOUSE for some free healing sessions offered on Thursdays. The sessions were 5 pounds each suggested donation which we happily donated. The goddess house is like this old city council looking building with 3 huge rooms dedicated to a goddess?? Like my dream they were color coded but there were only 3. There is a green and white one (called the green goddess room) dedicated to Brigid, there is a purple dreamy one for Avalon, and a red one for Rhiannon. We waited in the green goddess room which had woolly shag carpets and candles everywhere (big imbolc aesthetic) until a priestess called us to come. I went in with my friend into the purple goddess room and there were two priestesses there and two massage-looking tables covered in purple velvet. In the center I noticed a little altar of little goddess statues each of different colors representing different elements and I got excited!! Cause it reminded me of my dream!! But before I could investigate a priestess asked me to lay down on the table.
She had an INTENSE and powerful energy. Like she was the definition of powerful crone but something about her was so beautiful you felt this rush of affection for her as if I wanted her to adopt me and we could live in her cottage in the woods that had chicken feet underneath it. She was probably at the end of her 60s with the soul of a 2,000 year old apple tree. Something about her was vibrant and powerful like she had dreamy twinkling blue eyes and long wavy fiery red hair and a blue crescent moon that was tattooed on her forehead just underneath her hairline.
I lied down on the bed and she asked me why I came. I said for healing??? and she was like ok but what do you want to heal?
So I was just there like.. Well life has been giving obstacles and I know more is to come so I'd like some strength to persevere through them please. And she chuckled and very gently said that she'll try her best in the 5 minutes time..
She then offered my knees a pillow and a velvety purple blanket. I felt very lovingly tucked in as if I was being put to bed. They asked us to close our eyes and then they did a prayer to the goddess Avalon to help heal us.
Y'all..
I cannot explain how UNPREPARED I was for what came next..
At first it was them gently humming and raising energy by my solar plexus. I did feel a rise of power there. But then she started talking in some TONGUES, some language of the deep earth of which I didn't understand. She was like whimpering and then rattling something around my body, I had no idea what, Then she was making these FEARSOME sounds of like roaring, and SNARLING! and growling as she got some powerful rattling percussion instruments to shake around my body. I was biting the inside of my cheeks cause some of the sounds she was making were so shocking that I was afraid of laughing cause it would kill the vibe but literally anyone in my life I knew that wasn't into witchy shit would have probably ran out of the door.
When I was finally able to be more immersed and got over the shock, it was actually so incredible? The instruments she was using was creating a kind of tactile experience that I was starting to see streaks of light behind my eyes. I do have mild synesthesia but it was like watching lightning crackle into a ball above my head and around my aura protecting me. She whispered like she was summoning air spirits and shook things like she was summoning rain and a storm. I felt like a storm around me that was giving me a new armor. They then closed the ritual by twinkling bells around my head and using a feather to brush away something on my shoulders, crown and forehead. She brushed my shoulder and chest in this way that was gentle and intense like it felt soothing but it was with a force that left a gentle gust of wind rolling off my body. I felt like if any negative spirits were attached to me they were gone then lol.
It was really an incredible experience, like I felt so empowered by whatever the hell she did. Even part way when I was still going through the shock I was like damn even if they are making up these sounds or this language and going with it this is some 5 star improv like it was really an experience.
After the temple we went to this tea room and had afternoon tea and spoke to one of the locals there who was friends with someone in our group. She was the one who told us about how Glastonbury changed over the years. How in the 90s it was a bit more edgy and wiccan, in the 2000s it became more goddessy (but I think she was trying to say that had a bad edge too since it was a bit radfem) and now its turned towards the shamanic side and is about the local nature and power in the land. She said that different groups of magical cultures take over from decade to decade and now its going through this new phase which I find pretty cool.
Afterwards we went to a psychic meetup in this beautiful place called The Daisy Center. It looks like you are inside of an angel wing. Everything is white with fluffy white poufs everywhere and gold accents. We sat in the COZIEST lounge filled with big white poufy sofas with fuzzy white blankets to wrap ourselves in and gold pillows. There were huge crystals everywhere and tarot decks on this table around a huge crystal ball. The lady running the workshop had us go through this chakra opening meditation which was so dreamy we all embarassingly drifted off to sleep. We then pulled cards for ourselves, interpreted each others cards for 2020 and it left us with really good insight for the new year!!!!
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Fakiru Week Day 1 - Bright
Fakir didn't know what he was doing there, he didn't even remember how he ended up there.
He closed his eyes, as if that gesture would lessen the chatter around him, and concentrated. Why was he there?
Oh yes, it all started because of his best friend, Mytho.
— Oh, come on, Fakir! You can’t spent all your day inside a dusty library only drinking black coffee! Let’s go outside and have some fun! — Mytho said, stealing the pen from Fakir’s hand.
The black haired man sighed and pressed his tempers. He wasn’t like his friend, actually, he was the opposite. While Mytho loved the bright sunlight and fresh air, Fakir would always prefer a good silent café were he could write peacefully, especially under the moonlight. They were like the opposite faces of the same coin.
His friend would always respect his tastes and enjoyed some of them, but in that specific day, he was annoyingly insistent.
— Mytho, I’m telling you, I have to finish this until the end of the next week, and I’m having a block here. Please, don’t make it harder. — he said, waiting with his hand in the air for the stolen pen
Mytho pouted and gave it it back.
— Hey, that’s why I’m trying to take out of your cave! Fakir, of course you’re having a block, you don’t see nature and people! How do you expect to write something. You need some light, man!
Fakir thought about it. Well it made sense, and apparently, Mytho wouldn’t give up.
He sighted, defeated and raised his emerald eyes to meet the golden ones.
— So, where are we going?
Mytho’s lips curved in a huge smile
— I knew it! I mean, hum, we’re going to a party tonight. The fire festival! So you better put on some traditional clothes get ready to have fun!
At that right moment, Fakir was already sorry that he agreed.
Now, there he was. Wearing, on his point of view of course, a ridiculous knight costume with a plastic sword atched on his waist.
Mytho was looking great. He already looked like a prince, but now... He wore a medieval prince costume in tones of white and blue, with a long white cape and a golden crown shining in the top of his white hair.
Fakir still didn’t understand why his friend dragged him there. Well, they had good music and food, but the atmosphere... there were a lot of people chatting loudly and dancing all over the place. A huge campfire was set in the middle of the festival and it was really bright. It was too much for him.
— Hey, Fakir! — he heard the white haired man calling for him.
He got closer and saw Mytho and his fiancé, Rue. She also was a friend of his, even if she was a little bossy, she was like a dear little sister for him.
— Hey, and hello, Rue.
She gave him a little smile and took a little look at him.
— You really look better in this than in the old overcoat you like to wear.
He grinned at her.
— And it looks like the bossy princess found the perfect outfit.
Rue really looked like a princess. Her red dress had white details and, just like Mytho, she had a shiny golden crown resting up on her dark and curly hair.
— Well, I guess it fits me, huh? — she said in reply, playfully.
He nodded and faced Mytho.
— So? What are we actually doing? I bet we’re not here to listen some gossip or have some medieval tea, right?
Mytho laughed lightly.
— Well, if you want to, go ahead! Their camomile tea is amazing!!
— Oh yeah, it’s delicious! — Rue confirmed in approbation
Fakir gave them a glare and they laughed.
— No, my friend, we are here to dance!
The dark haired woman giggled and touched his shoulder.
— Mytho and I thought it would be great for you to see people, interact and who knows.... — she whispered — maybe you end up finding a muse?
He rolled his eyes.
— I assure you’re mistaken. I don’t need a muse to work, but I appreciate the worry for me.
Mytho exchanged a glare with Rue and winked.
— Every artist has a muse. When you find yours, you’ll realize. — then, he looked around, looking confused — But wait a minute.... Now that we’re talking about art... Rue, where’s Ahiru?
It was Rue’s turn to look around.
— Oh my God don’t tell me she got lost again? She was here a minute ago!
Now Fakir was confused. What was happening?
— Who are you guys looking for?
Rue shook her head, sighting.
— Ahiru, my best friend. She said she would be coming to the party so I invited her to be with us, by where is she??
Mytho put his hand in her shoulder, smiling.
— Don’t worry, dear, she will show up eventually. But for now, may I have this dance, my princess?
She blushed and took his hand, letting him guide her close to the campfire, leaving Fakir with a mind full of confusion.
Muse? Why would he need one? It was just one more of those clichés that artists believed.
Mytho and Rue danced around, they’re eyes were filed with love and no word were needed to say.
Fakir watched them from afar, actually, he watched all the couples as he by himself, didn’t pick anyone to dance.
He though everything was oddly funny. He was a writer, used to give every and each character he created a happy ending with the partner of their dreams. But there he was, a man who only could write about love but never felt it himself.
His throat got dry, so he went to a booth were he could get something to drink.
As he finally laid his hands in the warm cup of dark coffee, he saw her.
A redhead woman was dancing with a little girl, spinning her and laughing.
Usually, Fakir would get annoyed by a woman’s laughter, high pitched and most of the times fake, but her laugher was different. It was light, clear and above all, sincere.
When he finally got to see her face, he felt a sudden bump of warmth in his chest.
She had adorable freckles in her cheeks, a petit nose, rosy and fluffy lips, a beautiful smile and her eyes... were magnetic. They were crystal blue, but they seemed to pull him to the depths of the ocean.
The light of the campfire was made her elegant white dress glow, making her look like a graceful swan princess, having a little crown in the side of her head. Her hair was down and it was so long and curly! Fakir wondered how it felt to touch those curls...
— That’s it, Uzura, you’re doing great! — she clapped for the little girl she was dancing with.
— Did you see, Ahiru? I danced-zura!
Ahiru, so that was Rue’s friend. Although her name meant duck in japanese, her beauty surely was one of a swan.
— Uzura, come here, my darling! — A woman called for the little girl, apparently the mother.
She leaned a little and kissed the redheaded’s forehead, with gratitude.
— Thank you for taking care of her for me, Ahiru! We’re going to head home now. Say goodby to Ahiru, my love.
Uzura hugged Ahiru’s leg, who kissed her cheek, waving a goodbye right after.
When the two where gone, she sighed, watching all the couples dancing around.
She really looked disappointed, and Fakir thought a face like hers never should hold such a melancholic expression.
She should be dancing around the campfire, showing everyone her brightness, but the sudden thought of somebody dancing with her gave his heart a little ache of jealousy. What was this, what on earth was happening to him?
“Maybe I should ask her for a dance?”
He almost laughed at the thought. What? How could he even think about it? She was literally glowing, a angel in earth and he thought he could ask her to dance?
Oh God, no way, simply no way.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even saw when she stood by his side in the booth.
— Excuse me, may I have a cup of camomile tea? — she gently ordered to a waiter.
— Right up, madam!
Now that she was close he could see her freckles better and so, her pretty face. She was smaller than him, even if she was in high heels.
When she decided to sit in a chair at the counter, her feet slipped in the bar of the dress. She was falling and then, Fakir held her by the wrist.
Startled, she widened her eyes. Fakir helped Ahiru to stand and sit in the chair
— Hey, are you ok? — he asked, clearly worried about her ankle.
— Ah, y-yes, I’m all right! Sorry about it, I’ve always been a klutz!
He gave her a little smile.
— Never mind about it.
Ahiru looked at him and his cup of coffe. Her face became confused.
— You seen to be a bit lonely in here. You didn’t came with anyone?
He sighed and crossed his arms
— Well, I came to this party partially forced and I even ended up being a third wheel! — he laughed lightly — For real, Mytho and Rue gonna pay me for this.
Ahiru’s eyes widened.
— Wait, you know them? Ah, so you are the friend who they would like me to meet! — she smiled and reached out her hand in front of her body — Nice too meet you, I’m Ahiru Arima!
He smiled back and squeezed her hand.
— Fakir Lohengrin, it’s a pleasure.
Again, she looked surprised.
— Wait, what? So you are THE Fakir Lohengrin? Oh My God, It’s a honor to meet you! I’ve been a fan of yours since “The Knight’s Sword”! It’s a history so full of emotion, romance and drama! I simply love all of your works and can’t wait for your next one!
He couldn’t help the blush to paint his cheeks. Could she be more adorable?
— Wow, thanks! Usually, people think my works are to happy, but I don’t like giving my characters a tragic finale. All of them deserve a happy ending.
She smiled so brightly that made his face feel hot.
— I think the same!
They spent a very long time chatting. She was a professional ballerina, but for now, she was dedicating her time to teach ballet to little kids. She really was a amazing person, a true inspiration.
While they were talking, the orchestra started playing a new song. Fakir knew the song. Of course he did, everybody there knew the pas de deux of The Swan Lake.
He heard Ahiru dreamy sigh when the music started to play.
— Oh my God, I haven’t thought the would play ballet songs in here! I love this Pas de Deux so much!!!
— Personally, I think this is one of the most beautiful pas de deux of all.
— So do I! It’s so touching!
He saw the way she was looking at the couples dancing. Well, why not? He was wanting that since he first saw her anyway.
— So — he started as he stood up — shall we dance?
She smiled and giggled, reaching for his hand.
— Let’s go!
They danced together and he couldn’t even describe the feeling. Not even one story he wrote before had a scene like the one was happening.
One of his hands on her waist and the other one holding her soft and petit hand. The touch of her hand in his neck while they danced all around the place was making his heart run wild in his chest. She smiled at him, never breaking the visual contact.
Fakir guided her through the place, spining around.
When the music (sadly) was over, they awkwardly departed and averted eyes, blushing.
— S-so, would you like to search for Rue and Mytho? — she suggested, tangling her fingers.
— Y-yeah, good idea.
They just agreed about it when they saw a black haired woman waving for them
— Hey, Fakir! — Rue called, waving at his direction — we were...
And then, she locked her eyes on Ahiru. She opened a smile and jumped to hug her.
— Ahiru!!! Oh my, you just disappeared, I couldn’t find you anywhere!
Ahiru hugged Rue tightly, smiling.
— Rue! I’m so glad to find you! I’ve been lost for a while in here, and then, I found miss Edel with Uzura.
The black haired woman stared at Fakir and grimaced.
— Hm... I see you’ve already meet Fakir, huh?
She nodded and smiled happily.
— Yes, I did! Why haven’t you told me he was my favorite writer?
Ok, this “Favorite writer” plus the sweet smile in her face was more than Fakir could handle. His face became red and he looked away.
Rue saw it and couldn’t hold her laugher back.
— Well, you are always talking about how amazing his books are, how you love his writing that I’ve decided to suprisse you!
Now Ahiru was blushing. She jumped in Rue, grabbing her shoulders nervously.
— Rue! Keep quiet, will you?
Rue laughed again and blinked to Fakir.
— And what about you? Did you find any muse while you’re here?
He just wanted to hide his face. Was it to obvious?
— I wouldn’t say I didn’t... — he replied, indifferent.
Rue nodded happily and turned her back, waving.
— So, I’ll tell Mytho I’ve found you guys. Let’s meet again at 22:00, ok?
They didn’t even have the time to agree and then, she was gone.
Ahiru coughed, attracting his attention.
— So, how’s your new book going?
Fakir sighed, defeated.
— Well, I thought it was going ok, but recently, I’m having a horrible block. That’s why they brought me to this party. Mytho said it would be good for me to find some inspiration.
Ahiru smiled again. God, why was she always smiling like this?! So pretty!
— Oh, so I guess now you’ll be able to write again! This festival gives all of us inspiration.
He smiled at her. If only she knew....
— So, would you like to take a look in how’s it going?
She blinked, surprised.
— Wait, you mean your book?!
He giggled, nodding. She just smiled and gave him a hug.
— Oh My God! Yes, I’d love to read your work!
He was completely startled and absolutely happy in this moment. Sadly, she pulled back to quick.
— S-so, do you like coffe??
Ahiru wondered a little and nodded.
— Hmm, yes, but I prefer a nice and sweet cappuccino.
— Oh, is that so? — so adorable, it suits her — I know a good café that has a delicious cappuccino, so, If you’d like, we can go there and discuss somethings. I think you would be a great help for me.
She smiled at his red face and giggled.
— Yeah, of course! I would love to help you! Let’s meet there tomorrow!
Looking at her face, Fakir realized.
The bright light of hers dispelled the fog inside his life. She was warmth that he needed.
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