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bunnylovesani · 4 months

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Cherry Popping

Summary: When you’re left alone with your father’s good friend James Kelly, you try to seduce him- but you soon realise you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.

Content warnings: Mild dubcon, loss of virginity, rough p in v sex, fingering, choking, degradation, humiliation, creampie

WC: 2.8k

You’d gotten used to James hanging around- you’d spent many of your childhood summers peering into the garage where he worked with your father. A long time had passed since he was just a mechanic’s apprentice but he maintained a close friendship with your family, often coming by on weekends for a cold beer and catch up. Everything had remained the same for years- everything apart from you.

As you grew older, the way you looked at him changed. Thanks to a fresh influx of hormones, you were filled with a newfound curiosity for him- his familiarity was washed away and replaced with anxious desire. Now prior to his arrival, you’d spritz yourself with perfume and change into something short and pink. Your dad, being endearingly clueless as usual, would comment on how nice the floral fragrance that his princess was wearing was and you’d squeak out “Thanks daddy! Just tryin’ out somethin’ new, ya know?”

As was your routine, you’d skip along happily to the garage whenever you heard the familiar hum of his engine and you’d practise working up the nerve to ask him if he wanted something to drink. He’d flash you a bright smile that made you weak in the knees and usually declined your offer, insisting he could get it himself. You always felt a little saddened, sorely craving the opportunity to show him care and attention with some good old-fashioned hospitality.

On one particular weekend, you’d spent the day attending to your dad- who had elected to stay home from work after battling a nasty virus for the entirety of the previous night. James- ever gracious- came over bearing medicine and various snacks as soon as he found out, stepping into the lounge where your dad lay to crack some distasteful joke and bring him a canister of tea before leaving him to nap.

“I could’ve done that.” You murmured once he stepped out and closed the door behind him.

“No need, we wouldn’t want you catching whatever your old man’s got.” He smiles earnestly and you feel your breath catch in your throat as your mind goes blank, an increasingly awkward silence lingering between you.

“So how is everything, kid? School going well and all that?” He diffuses the tension.

“I’m not in school anymore James.” You giggle at how misinformed he is.

“Ah my bad, I guess I don’t know you as well as I’d like.” He looks away, rubbing the back of his head and you can’t help but admire his gorgeous side profile, choppy dark hair framing his sculpted face.

“And how well would you like to know me?” You mumble, barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry?” He raises his eyebrows and cocks his head at you, assuming he misheard you.

“Nothing- you know, the lightbulb in the bathroom needs changing and I just can’t reach it! Could you help me?” You ask in your sweetest voice, batting your eyelashes.

“Of course, in here?” He points to the bathroom down the hallway, stepping in.

“Yep, the ceiling is too tall and I can’t find anything to step on.” You hold the bulb in your hand and huff defeatedly.

“I’ll go grab a chair-“

“Or you could just give me a leg up.” You interrupt, wanting desperately to feel his calloused hands wrapped securely around you.

“Uh-I mean, sure.” He stutters, realising he doesn’t have much of a choice when your hands make their way to his broad shoulders.

You jump up as his firm grip tightens over your barely clothed thighs and hips, holding you up with bated breath. You pretend to fiddle with the screw of the bulb, prolonging the moment as you memorise every detail of his touch on your skin.

“You got it?” He asks uncomfortably, facing the opposite direction from you.

“Yeah, almost! It’s just so - ugh- damn slippery!” You pretend, making sure to stretch out so that your already short skirt is further raised- hem brushing against his knuckles. “Just can’t seem to get it in…” You mumble and he looks up at you, shooting you an unconvinced glare.

“If you wanted me to touch you, you could’ve just said.” He sighs, unamused with your little act.

“I-I don’t know what you mean James, I’m just struggling with the bulb.” You chuckle incredulously before he drops you a little, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist with a gasp. “James! I-“

“You’ve done enough talking.” He mutters and lowers you against the sink, your legs still wrapped around his torso as he lifts up your skirt, taking a peek at your lace panties. You’re rendered speechless- you don’t know what you were expecting when you were being flirty but it wasn’t this.

“You’re over 18, right?” He stops for a moment, both hands squishing the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Yes, way over.” You huff- how did he still think you were a kid?

“Enough with the attitude.” He grabs you by the cheeks with one hand and stares right through you with steely blue eyes. “You think you’re all grown up now? Ready to be treated like a real woman?” He asks you with such intensity it feels like a life or death matter.

“I am.” You mumble and bite your lip nervously. You had no idea what he had in mind for you but you knew you wanted it all, whatever it was.

“You’re certainly dressed like it.” He inspects your low-cut top and short skirt, now hitched around your hips with your thong on display for him. “You’re asking for it walking around like this. And daddy just lets you? If you were my daughter, you’d never be allowed to parade around my friends dressed like a slut. Perverts would be thinking all sorts of things.” His eyes roam your body, fingers lifting your top and caressing the bare skin underneath.

“You mean perverts like you?” You blink at him innocently.

“Exactly.” A grin spreads across his face as he grabs you by the throat and brings you closer to him, his warm breath on your neck. “I want to ruin you.” He drawled in his husky, deep voice and you felt the damp spot in your panties spreading.

You need him to know how much you want him so you lean in to meet his lips in a soft, touching embrace. You feel his smirk disperse into the kiss and he pulls away, laughing.

“What’s funny?” You curve your eyebrows into an adorable swoop.

“You kiss like a…like a-“

“A little girl?” You cross your arms. “How would you know how a little girl kisses?”

“Don’t be an idiot, I didn’t mean it like that. You’re just so….innocent. You kiss like you’ve never been hurt before. Like you’ve already given yourself to me.” He brushes past your cheeks with his knuckles.

“That’s because I have.” You declare as you peel off your top, revealing your bare chest to him in the process since you’d decided to forego a bra. He stares at your perky breasts in awe, cupping one softly and brushing over your nipple with his thumb. His cock twitches at the sight of you exposed all for him, legs spread and tits out while your father was asleep down the hall.

“How pretty…when did these grow?” He notes amusedly as his touch becomes harsher, squeezing them with some force. A shudder spreads over your body as your legs instinctively part, needing to feel him inside you.

“Want me to pop your cherry, baby?” He offers and you wince at his lusty tone. Before you even get the chance to nod in confirmation, he’s pulling your panties down, tossing them behind him.

“You know how this is done, yeah?” He asks with half his attention, focus stolen by the sight of your glisteningly wet pussy.

“Uhuh, I do. I’ve seen it.” You choke out anxiously.

“Of course you do, such a smart girl. Have you been watching naughty videos?” He spreads your thighs with an iron grip, gazing directly into the creaminess forming between your legs.

“Only once or twice.” You insist, worried you were going to get in trouble.

“It’s okay darlin’, perfectly natural to be curious about these things.” He rubs his thumb across your clit and you flinch a little at the unfamiliar sensation. “I bet you’ve been struggling with some new feelings, haven’t you?”

You furrow your eyebrows and hang your head in shame. “I get this fuzzy feeling right there where you’re touching me- and it doesn’t go away for so long! Feels like butterflies and I don’t know how to get rid of them.”

“Poor baby, that sounds so tough. You just need someone to help you out, don’t you? Well that’s what daddy’s friends are for, sweetheart.” He coos affectionately and you lean into his touch, feeling so protected.

“Please help me.” You whine, slender fingers fidgeting with the zip of his jeans.

“Such a needy little thing.” He mutters, pushing your hands away to undo the trousers himself, sliding them off until he’s in nothing but his black boxers. Your face scrunches up in disbelief as your fingertips trail the outline of his cock, girthy and hard.

“Don’t give me that look. I’ll be so gentle, I promise.” He redirects your attention to his voice, cupping your face and kissing you sweetly.

“You don’t have to be that gentle.” You murmur into the kiss and he chuckles breathily, hand trailing back down between your thighs to slip a finger inside you.

You gasp at the unexpected intrusion and grab onto his firm shoulder.

“Shh, it’s alright. Just need to loosen you up a lil’ bit.” He hushes you as he adds another one, strong fingers curling up into your squishy flesh. A soft moan escapes your plump lips and a fire rages in your chest when you look down at the sight of his veiny forearm situated between your spread legs, wetness pouring down his large hand.

“Please…I need it.” You whine into his mouth as he sloppily kisses you.

“Be patient, baby. I’m gonna rip you apart if you’re not ready. This tight little pussy couldn’t take it.” He consoles you, pressing his fingers deeper and deeper inside you.

“You said you wanted to ruin me, didn’t you?” You groan, the feeling of his fingers suddenly woefully inadequate. He sighs and slips them out, resting his palm on the cold basin by your thigh.

“Fine, but I don’t want to hear any crying.” He warns you with a raised eyebrow before slipping down his boxers and releasing his throbbing cock. You’d never seen one before but your mouth watered and your eyes darkened with lust at the sight.

“Be a good girl and spread those legs for me.” Ever obedient, you open them wide as he shuffles in between you, gliding his ridged tip smoothly over your slit- making you shudder every time the soft skin brushed past your swollen clit.

He lazily pushed the tip in, not bothering to warn you beforehand and you whimpered sharply at the painful stretch. He disregards your discomfort and pushes all the way in, bottoming out until his abdomen grazed yours.

Your lips part, threatening to release another cry but he clamps his hand tightly over your mouth before it can spill out.

“Ah, ah. What did I say?” He tuts softly and stares blankly at your crinkled expression. “You can take it. You’re a big girl, remember?” He begins to rock into you, stretching you out so much you have to grip the edge of the countertop, sharp edge cutting into your palms. The hand that isn’t muffling your moans is at the back of your neck, a firm grasp holding you in place on either end. In this position, he has complete control over your body. You are nothing but a fucktoy to be used for his amusement- and he doesn’t even look that amused.

Your breathy, stifled gasps continue with every thrust as you struggle to adjust to the intensity of his thrusts.

“What’s the matter, sweetie? Does it hurt?” He feigns concern but you don’t pick up on his insincerity.

“Y-yes!” You choke back tears, body tensed up as his cock bullied your little cunt relentlessly.

“Good.”

He snakes his hand around your throat and squeezes until you feel your heartbeat pulsating in your neck.

“All I had to do was be a little nice and you let me stick my cock in you.” He leers mockingly. “And with daddy next door, no less. How desperate are you? Are you sure you’re even a virgin?” He swipes a towel off the rack beside him and places it between where your bodies meet. You stare at him in confusion and he smirks.

“This is so he doesn’t hear when I start pounding into you.”

He grabs the panties he tossed aside earlier and gestures for you to open your mouth.

“And this is so no one can hear you scream, baby.” He stuffs the bundle of fabric into your mouth and your eyes widen as he snaps his hips forward, slamming into you roughly. He hooks his hands under your armpits and grips you by the shoulders as he mercilessly pounds into you, the smacks of flesh all but silenced by the towel- apart from the wet sloshing that echoed off the bathroom tiles.

“Do you actually like this? Oh baby, what a sick freak. You really are perfect for me.” He moans at the sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your panting growing erratic.

“Can I trust you to be quiet?” He asks and you nod vigorously, wanting so badly to gain his approval. “Yeah? I wanna hear those pretty little moans. But you have to be so quiet baby. Think you can do that f’me?” He whispers into your ear and plants a couple of wet kisses on the side of your face. A string of drool follows as he carefully removes the panties from your mouth, wiping any remnant of spit off your bottom lip with his thumb.

“There we go…” He mutters breathily, the pleasure catching up to him as his thrusts grew sloppier. This is a memory he would cherish forever: the sound of wet squelching as he fucked you into the sink.

He pulled all the way out before harshly burying himself back inside you with a smack of his hips, letting you feel every part of him as if it were your privilege and not his.

You loved the feeling of being caged under him, not able to escape even if you wanted to. The pain subsided and the fuzzy feeling returned, prompted by the way the base of his cock brushed against your clit.

“Aah- oh! Ugh, daddy.” You slurred quietly.

“Silly baby.” He teased. “I’m not your daddy.”

You babbled disjointedly as his hard thrusts sped up, your inner thighs dripping with arousal and sweat.

“Have I fucked you dumb already? Baby doesn’t even know who her daddy is anymore.” He mutters absent-mindedly, staring at the creaminess coating his dick. “I’m doing you a favour, you know? No one wants to fuck a virgin. Too much hassle. So you’re welcome.” He struggles to peel his eyes away from the sight of his painfully hard cock disappearing into your swollen pussy. “Say thank you.” He slams into you especially roughly after you don’t respond.

“Fuck! Th-thank you. Thank you James, thank you so much!” You whine, on the verge of fainting.

“Good girl. Now I’m going to pump you full of my cum- and you’re going to like it.” He sneers and you’re too fucked out to form a response, allowing him to use you in any way he desired instead.

With one final impact, he pounds into your cunt and spills his seed into you, bowing his head to bite you on the shoulder in an attempt to stifle his moans. You can’t do anything but sit there, aching and used up.

He pulls out as his heavy breaths regulate and he sits on the edge of the bathtub, admiring the way his cum leaked out of your abused hole.

“Next time, I’ll teach you how to suck my cock.” He remarks casually and you squeeze your thighs together at the thought of there being a next time.

“Open.” He slaps the side of your leg lightly. “I don’t want to see you wearing panties anymore when I’m around, okay?”

You bite your lip and nod obediently.

“Your dad was right, you really are such a good girl.”

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6gumi · 13 days

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scandalous!

synopsis ﹒bllk men reassuring you that all those useless false scandals and fake news online are false ! ( in a rather . . peculiar way than normal reassurance . . <3 )

pairings﹒ michael kaiser, itoshi sae, oliver aiku x f!reader

cw ﹒nsfw MDNI. unedited ( mistakes might be present ) 、 blowie ( oliver aiku ) 、dirty talk 、riding ( michael kaiser ) 、small titplay ( itoshi sae ) 、mentions of cheating but it doesn’t acc happen, promise ! 、v4ginal fingering ( itoshi sae ) 、use of feminine terms ( girl, gf (?) etc) 、 more tba !

note ﹒hello every1 ! ! :,3 wrote this while working on my art project lol ! ! ! first bllk work i believe ? ? i hope there isn’t too many mistakes in this one i’m very very sleepy trying 2 make my art look nice . . :,3 | reblogs r highly appreciated, feel free 2 send me an ask ! — millie ♡

୨୧ 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

“come on, mein liebling . . is that really what you’re worried about? i assure you . . these pathetic scandals aren’t true anyways.” with a firm grasp on your hip, he guided you on his cock with such elegance and ease, wanting to fuck all worrying emotions lingering beneath that pretty face of yours. “speak to me, liebling. do you seriously believe all of those rumours going around about me? about us?” his voice was addictive . . your head was completely empty . . filled with nothing but his damn voice. even so, these stupid rumours and scandals . . . as reassuring as he is, you can’t help but think maybe there’s some truth behind those rumours.

sweat glistened his well-fit body and yours, mingling the intoxicating fragrances within the air. squeezing your breasts in his hands with a lick of his lips, his fingers grazed down your spine, grunting at his own sharp and desperate thrusts. you rode him with the same amount of desperation and arousal he had. your passion filled him with both satisfaction and hope . . hope that you believed you were his only, utterly dependent and devoted to you. the blonde’s fingers dug into your soft flesh as every movement brought you both closer into harmony, each groan echoed against the walls of your shared bedroom. “that’s it . . .” he whispered hoarsely into your ear, his breathing ragged from exertion. "ride me hard, beautiful.”

your face contorted in pleasure as you slammed yourself down against his cock, feeling the tip kiss your sweet-spots as you struggle to speak up, the mere feeling of his cock was enough to send you to heaven itself ! just then, your mouth opened to speak. “i—it’s not impossible,” you murmured, “what if you’re lying to me . .” “oh baby . . . do you really think i’m not telling the truth?” kaiser’s face grew serious, snapping his hips upwards against your pussy. he relished the feel of your warm body against his, wanting to fuck those precious thoughts out of you. he was telling the truth, those stupid articles . . were only trying to ruin his image. his large hands gripped your hips tighter, his nails practically digging into your skin with a sense of desperation . . wanting to prove himself to you.

“mein liebling . . . seriously. i’m telling the truth. i’m telling the truth when i say this pussy is mine and mine only. and i’m definitely telling the truth when i say this cock is yours to fuck yourself dumb on.”

“ . . you, mein blume . . . have nothing to worry about. my cock belongs to you.”

୨୧ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

“i mean it, [name].” sae whispered against your ear, sending streams of electricity through your spine. his renewed determination to reassure you became his goal for the day, pressing his nose against your neck again, inhaling the scent of your fragrance. he had you seated on his lap, his hardness pressing close against your ass . . . trying his best to hold it in when the time comes. his fingers darted out again, swirling around the sensitive nub. “y—you don’t mean it . .” you protested, which only made things more harder for sae. he hated when you doubt his words, his movements growing more confident and skilled with each passing moment . . mind focused solely on pleasing his pretty girlfriend who was all worried about these articles that weren’t even true.

“i do mean it.” your boyfriend’s heart pounded in his chest, free hand reaching out to touch your breasts. his fingers brushed against your nipples, making them harder than steel. "hm. what can i do to make you believe me?” he grips your hips, pulling you towards him, erection straining against his shorts as he struggled the urges to fuck himself balls deep into your pussy. “those articles aren’t always true, angel-face. i mean it. i’m telling the truth, okay?”

grinding his cock against your lower back, he pushed another finger inside. your walls trembled, gripping his digits with pure vigour, you could almost feel his cock throb ! “mmh.. but the article . . .” your whimpers were music to his ears, pleasure dancing across your face, replacing the looks of uncertainty and concern. an absurd wave of protectiveness washed over sae then— the idea that these people were making up false and uncouth claims and lies filled his heart with sick dissatisfaction. their declaration of his infidelity was another layer to his coldness, he hated all of them, he wanted you and you only . . . was that not obvious ?

“i know, angel, but they’re not true.” he whispered huskily, holding your heavy breasts steady. “fuck . . . you always say such pretty things," he murmured against their your damp hair, fingers lightly grazing down your labia as he thrusted them back in, wanting to make you cum and lose your mind completely. “please, you know those articles are just bullcrap trying to put our relationship at risk. but i’m not letting it happen.” there was a dangerous gleam in his eyes as he pulled out from within you, leaving behind an echo of fullness in your core.

“you know i love you, angel-face. is that in your head yet? or do i have to fuck it into you?”

୨୧ 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔

“oh fuck . . baby, you’re suckin’ me good.” oliver bit back a grunt, eyes drifting shut. he was supposed to be reassuring your pretty little head that he only had eyes for you, but it feels too fucking good. too tempting. he hoped and prayed you wouldn’t blame him later for wanting your mouth. the way your wet heat surrounds him sends him in a frenzy . . . your tongue swirling and dancing around was enough to drive him absolutely insane, he wanted to push your head down further onto his dick, thrust inside and give you all of him . . show you just how truthful he was being at this moment. “m—mmf . . listen baby, all those articles are just tryna’ ruin people’s images of me, of us. they ain’t real and will never be, kay?”

the sensation of your soft mouth enveloping him sends electricity straight to his body, wanting more of your mouth. desire raced through his veins, drowning out rational thought. your warm breath, soft moans . . he can hear all, feel every stroke of your tongue. your small sobs, and even those pretty tears. ohh . . . those tears. he loves them. gripping the armrest, fighting to maintain control. your precious tears streaming down your face . . . it only aroused him further, his dick twitching in your mouth.

you sniffled, trying your best to accommodate his size. “baby, i’m really telling the truth. all those cheating rumours . . . those pictures are photoshopped— ah fuck . . baby you gotta’ believe me.” oliver groaned loudly, mouth curling into a satisfied yet concerned smile as he watched his dick go in and out of your lips, his hips slowly moving on their own as he slammed himself against you, forcing you to take more of his cock. “i’m tellin’ ya, baby doll,” his voice rasped hoarsely in the air, swallowing a lump in his throat. “does my cock being in ya not prove anythin’? you’re the only one i imagine suckin’ me off so perfectly like this . .”

oliver couldn’t help but grin cheekily at the slurping he heard from you, “damn, you’re takin’ it all, baby. always knew ya were my girl . . never thought i’d end up with such a pretty girl like you . . don’t believe those dumb rumours, kay?” a low groan escaped your beloved boyfriend, hands running through your hair tenderly, guiding your movements until he could take it no longer. “just like that, darlin'. make me yours, again and again."

“can’t wait to be inside ya tonight. provin’ to you that i only want my dick to be inside this pussy.”

#millie’s writings ✔︎#kaiser . . sae n oliver >< i luv them so muchies #bllk talk w/ millie :3 #blue lock #bllk #blue lock smut #bllk smut #bllk x reader #sae x reader #bllk x you #kaiser smut #oliver aiku x reader #oliver smut #sae x you #sae smut #michael kaiser x reader #kaiser x reader #kaiser x you

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afewfantasies · 1 month

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🗡️ Feyd's Blade 🗡️ - II - A thousand cuts

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 5.1K

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Feyd-Rautha X Reader

ᴘʟᴏᴛ: Feyd-Rautha is used to getting exactly what he wants when he wants it. Considering the feelings of another is foreign to him, but he wants to know you. He desires you in every way, so much so he cannot fathom things not going his way. Instead of lashing out Feyd chooses distance. Only his choice of bride is unpopular and his distance leaves you vulnerable.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: voyeurism, manipulation, attempted sexual assault (not between Feyd & Reader), rage, property destruction, several sexual fantasies, possessiveness.

PART I

🗡️ Feyd's Blade 🗡️ - II - A thousand cuts

“Feyd-Rautha”

You awake in a cold sweat and remove your blankets, the room is dark, the air is muggy. Your ears ring with all the voices you’ve ever heard recount the man's name. Closing your eyes as it begins again, focusing hard, concentrating you find your fathers voice. Taking deep breaths you hold onto the sound of it. His cadence stands out, the way he spoke and the promise he held in his voice for the name. Vaguely you remember being five or so and making Feyd a bracelet for his birthday. Leather and metal weaved together in an intricate braid. The heat draws you from the memories and away from the life you once had. Unbuttoning your sleep top you opt for a delicate babydoll. Swallowing hard you look up trying to find the source of the heat or a panel to control the temperature settings. You pad around the room the lights illuminating right ahead of you as if controlled by sensors. Unable to find the control panel you find yourself at a large window. Looking out at Giedi Prime at night you find a strange beauty in the depths of the darkness. Placing your hand on the glass you find it cool and lean against it. Perhaps so many years in Arrakis had affected their ability to sense heat.

Feyd watches you from his personal quarters. He’d tried falling asleep for hours after coming hard from visions of you washing yourself. His eyes couldn’t get enough of you. He was making mental notes for all the ways he would have you. He imagined being beside you, cleaning your soft skin and touching all the parts of you no other man would. He needed to see you again, all of you, while he enjoyed watching you sleep peacefully he needed to lay eyes on what was his once more. Managing the console he decided to turn up the heat. He’d watched you stir for a few minutes tossing and turning, tossing off your coverings until there were no more, he watched you change into a small silk bed set, one he’d picked out in his travels. He couldn’t place it, the thing about you that drew him in, that quieted all other distractions. It had been so when he was a boy as well. There’d been a million other things for him to do while on his visit, it wasn’t custom that boys remembered their betrothed. He certainly wasn’t expected to spend as much time with you as he did but he had been fascinated by you at a young age. He’d only been privy to the harshness and cruelty of the Harkonnen way. His brother was a brute and his uncle made men shudder. Strength was celebrated among his kind and there you were. Perhaps it was the amount of care he saw being poured into you. How your room had been colour coordinated with colours that reflected happiness, or that anyone could be so attentive to create such an atmosphere. Perhaps it was the scented air that was pumped in to wake you up and the alternative fragrance provided to settle you in bed. Young Feyd watched everyone dote on you endlessly, it was something he couldn’t identify with and therefore felt jealous of. But then he’d looked into your crib after witnessing person after person fuss at you.

The resentment only lasted a moment, you looked up at him with a toothless smile and he was yours from that moment. Your little hand around his finger and he was committed. There was no love, just a connection and dedication. It was pure and innocent. Feyd had only wanted to be another member of your host of caregivers. He imagined himself happy in your home world, happy among your people and eventually happy with you. Now, there was no one alive with enough power and resources to give you the life you deserved. He could care for things, his knife collection was extensive, there were over a thousand rare blades all still sharp to the touch. He knew every one of them intimately, he knew what they were capable and best used for. Which cut objects best, which cut through skin, which were mostly decorative and which caused the most pain. Which worked best with poisons and there were even a few rare relics that could also throw flames. Each was a work of art. Each protected dearly from corruption, damage and the outside world. Preserving them and enjoying them as they were designed to be used was Feyd’s and only Feyd’s responsibility. He intended to do the same thing with you. His most prized possession. Equalising the temperature he heads out of his room determined to spend the day getting to know you. Heading out to find a snack for his viewing pleasure he seizes at the sight of you barefoot, unguarded and lost with a large black robe draped over you.

Turning he walks over to face you, your eyes grow in size as you look him over. Feyd-Rautha would never fail to be striking, the hairlessness of him and those deep dark eyes, the strong chest and rippled abs. His expression asks the question before his lips can.

“Is everything well?” He asks. Looking up at him you swallow, averting your eyes from his muscular build.

“Parched, I was looking for water” you explain and Feyd nods in understanding. He stands holding out his large lethal hand. You look over the gesture unsure. Feyd-Rautha is a killer but he is also the man your father chose to have your hand. Looking at his hand again you relent, placing yours within him. Feyd gives you the surprise of a smile as he brings your hand to his lips placing a chaste kiss on it. It was against everything you had ever learned about the Harkonnen way. The Harkonnen were brutal men with insatiable appetites for whatever it was they loved; money, resources, respect, sex. They would get drunk on it, get their fill and let it destroy them. Per every contemporary record Feyd-Rautha’s appetites were for blood and respect. Kindness and gestures of flattery were beneath him, even with his uncle the Baron and arguably the second most powerful under the emperor.

“I’ve yet to figure out what you hope to gain from this arrangement” you comment against your better judgement. The Reverend mother had always commented on your lack of impulse control. It was a shock to everyone that you managed to withstand the pain of the box and avoid the Gom Jabbar.

“Willing submission, to be the first person you think of when you wake and the last at night before sleep takes you. Your body, your laughter, your smiles, all of your tomorrows, your arousal, desire, trust and your unconditional love” Feyd-Rautha’s words couldn’t come as more of a surprise. Your heart flutters but you don't know if you can trust it. You try to remove your hand from his, uncomfortable with his desires but his grip tightens forbidding it. Feyd has enough decency to allow you the reprieve of looking away as you enter another room in the labyrinth that is the palace. He pulls out a chair at a small irregularly shaped table and seats you before heading into a dimly lit room. You watch him curiously and he returns with a carafe of water and a fresh glass.

“Thank you” you mutter while taking a drink to quench your thirst. Feyd’s eyes never leave yours. You look away from him examining the room, it's very similar to the rest, simple, void of colour but somehow stately impressive.

“Nothing else to say?” He asks.

“Where is the Mentat that’s been stationed outside of my quarters”

“You wound me,” Feyd smiles.

“On assignment to retrieve something I think you’ll enjoy,” Feyd says.

“What may that be?” You ask curiously.

“Your mother used to send me your family archives, videos of milestones. It was brought to my attention that perhaps a piece of your home world could lessen the transition.” His words are such a surprise, you don’t remember anything of the sort. Nodding you try your best to make sense of his kindness. The intensity of his eyes never falters, the weight of them is immense as he tracks your every movement.

“What is it? Why are you staring?” You ask feeling self-conscious.

“You’re beautiful” he says. His words are shocking. The Harkonnens weren’t paragons of beauty, they were destroyers of it - historically. And somehow in its own strange and sterile way perhaps there was a beauty to this planet.

“Why don’t you get dressed, let me arrange an early breakfast and I can show you around while it’s being prepared” Feyd offers standing. You hadn’t realised your glass and the small carafe were now empty, he must’ve been tracking it.

“Ok” you nod. Standing he leaves the table as is holding out a hand again. You take it surprised by its consistent warmth. His stride is wide and it’s hard for you to keep up, when he realises he slows running his thumb along your hand so you can keep pace. Feyd's actions confuse you to no end. His requirements of you replaying in his head, unconditional love - a tremendous ask of a stranger. You stiffen when you see he can open the doors of your chambers only for it to amuse him, he smirks stepping into the rooms like they’re just as much his. It’s unnerving, he’s a dangerous man, a powerful man with an effervescent virility. Heading into your quarters you find suitable garments and apply them in a few minutes before emerging to Feyd now wearing a shirt. He smiles, removing your headpiece.

“You don’t have to hide your beauty, not around me”

“Around who then?” You ask as he takes your hand kissing it again.

“No one, people know better” he remarks..

“I know better than most that safety can’t be guaranteed” you confess.

“It can,” he affirms.

“You’re a passionate man, with a penchant for danger anything could happen. If you refuse the Princess’ hand the sisterhood will turn on you. People make side comments about Bene Gesserit witches but they are influential” you advise as he walks you into a cylinder.

“The Princess?” he smirks.

“Yes” you respond.

“I’m not interested” he confesses just as you shoot up. You’re terrified and he reaches out holding you close as it continues. The accelerated speeds are riveting but Feyd-Rautha’s militant stance remains solid as he holds you. When it ends he gives you a moment before stepping out. You can see it all from up here. The white sun is rising. Heading to the edge of the lookout you have a seat looking at the darkness of the planet and all the little lights. Feyd takes a seat beside you. He’d never found himself more enamoured with a single human or object. There was something visceral about how connected he felt to you. There was never any confusion in himself as to how you may feel, there’s a sense of knowing within him. He watches you look down into the most populated parts of Giedi. Where he could connect to your feelings he often found your thoughts to be a mystery to him. He wondered how anyone could take such comfort in stillness. Only time he enjoyed being still as before he was about to strike, nothing about you suggested anything of the sort. Violence seemed all together out of your nature.

He would have to learn to be gentle, to take pleasure in the softness of your skin, the slow throes of pleasure, your facial expressions when he dug deeper inside. The taste of your arousal on his fingers after you came for him and only him. He would need to break you in slowly, he would have you forever after all. Patience and diligence would be required for the task of getting you to open up for him, for you to understand his intentions for you were as pure as the steel in his sacred blades. He would do anything for you.

He would do it all.

“Were you promised to someone else?” He asks as soon as the thought crosses his mind. The thought that filled him with unbridled rage. He would have whomever that man was and place him in the arena. He would prove himself to her.

“No”

“No?” Feyd pry’s.

“There were a few attempts to have me matched. The men were decent enough but I never saw myself married” you confess.

“Who were the men?” Feyd-Rautha asks.

“The look in your eyes says it’s against my better judgement to disclose the names of innocent men” you smile looking back out to the white sun as he looks at you.

“Have you kept lovers?” Feyd asks, his temper bubbling.

“No, no lovers” You smile looking at him. “What of your pleasure slaves and pets?” You ask. His eyes grow and then he swallows, he’s railed with insecurity.

“What of them?” He asks and you shrug.

“Is there a selection process?” You ask and he stands shaking his head.

“Satisfaction, if they’re unable to do that then they’re useless to me” Feyd speaks plainly.

“Will that also be my fate?” You whisper and his eyes close in regret.

“No, I can only think of three rules I have for you to follow,” Feyd says.

“Am I permitted rules too?” You ask and he smiles chuckling a little.

“Perhaps I could be persuaded into following a few” he responds, his honesty is refreshing. “No other men, no other man gets to even touch you. Nothing beyond a handshake, if his eyes linger too long I’ll cut them out, if his hands touch pieces of you they shouldn’t he will lose them at the end of my blade. You try everything once and you never lie to me.” He says.

“What if I were to fall and a man helped me up? Would you take his life for holding me at the waist?” You ask. Feyd blinks like he doesn’t see the issue.

“Touching the na-Baroness will be his last great deed before death” he says with no qualms. It amuses and unsettles you in equal parts. You let out an awkward laugh.

“That is absurd” you remark.

“Not here, here the men would look at you and their thoughts alone would justify my actions” he says speaking from advise he cannot be in her presence for long without fantasising about how she felt inside.

“So these rules are typical of marriages here?” You ask, curious.

“No” Feyd- Rautha says.

“I cannot promise to try everything once or never lie, there will be times I will refuse things and there will be instances I am not forthcoming. To agree to that would be disingenuous and I can see you’re not holding back” you find your bravery and your voice.

“Your rules?” He asks but you can’t think of any.

“I have no rules, I’ve never given marriage any serious thought.” you admit.

“Hmm” he says displeased.

“Would you have preferred I lied?” You ask, it takes Feyd a moment to decide. He shakes his head.

“If you had your choice would you marry me?” He asks, trying to trap you in your commitment to the truth, watching as the white sun strips all pigment from you.

“My father thought you were right for me, he didn’t know the man you’d become but he trusted in you. I don’t have many memories but I know my father loved me very much. That’s why I haven’t run.” You confess honestly.

It’s a blow to his ego, Feyd-Rautha was revered. He was the heir to the wealthiest house in the empire outside of the emperor himself. He was a fierce warrior, respected and feared. His people chanted his name in all of his fights and women doted after him. Still after all the trouble he’d gone through to find you it was your late father, a dead man's wishes that meant more to you than him. He needed you to understand that he was it for you, that he was all.

“You could never out run me” he says with a venom laced tone. Looking away from the coliseum you meet his black eyes, the lower half of his face already devoid of colour from the sunlight. You look at him over recognizing the anger that’s creeped into him over your words. His jaw hardens and he turns heading back to the cylinder. Feyd steps out of your reach waiting before pressing the button to descend. The speed makes your hair rise above your head. He leads you back to your quarters without holding your hand. His blood lust is too high for physical interaction of any kind. His heart knew what you needed. You needed him of sound mind, capable of being gentle, capable of loving you, capable of withholding his urges and managing his anger. Capable of withholding punishments for unexplained infractions. His need for you is so strong it’s maddening. It’s taking everything in him not to toss you onto the bed, tie you up to keep you in place and claim you. He would empty himself inside of you, he would leave it in. He would be there day by day as your stomach grew. He would stand beside you with pride, leaving no question who you belonged to. He’d keep you smiling so everyone knew how content you were with him. He wanted you to look at his child with the same amount of adoration that your mother had for you. He wanted there to be nothing between you, he wanted to take you in the shower. He wanted to take you in the bed, in his chambers, in the great hall, everywhere. He needed to see the need in your eyes every time he looked at you. He needs you to miss him like he’s missed you all these years. Like he misses you from a room away. He needs your love and concern to match his in every way. He needs you to be just as besotted, just as unhinged.

Viewing the spread of food on the table you turn to him before sitting and he hisses a curse turning and storming out of the room without an explanation or another word. You stand there for minutes before realising he doesn’t intend to return.

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Feyd-Rautha has been with his concubines all week. It’s very clear he’s a man of few words and not prone to managing arguments or disagreements. Nonetheless seamstresses have come by for the last few days capturing measurements of your body. They’ve been tasked with creating dresses for the wedding and his birthday celebration. His absence has been noted among his men and the whispers have been evident. There has been no reduced treatment among your immediate staff but some of the others have taken liberties the Mentat reminds them the na-Baron would disapprove of. It’s nothing comparable to the treachery of life in the academy among the Bene Gesserits. You sit in the grand library among the scrolls playing chess with Leia. The two of you have been practising your telepathic communication, but neither of you have been successfully able to manage the voice. You beat her in your final game of chess and look to see it's almost time for dinner. In spite of your abduction Giedi Prime proves to be far more free than you could have anticipated. Feyd-Rautha could have made you one of his pleasure slaves. Titled you wife but made you nothing more than the bearer of his children and a slave to his desire. Leia thought lowly of his abandonment of you following your last discussion but you have no frame of reference on how to feel. He hadn’t been rude. He hadn’t been mean - just distant. The hospitality of his halls hadn’t ever lessened, you were awarded every privilege. It could be far worse, you're aware of that and somehow that fact is settling.

Sane isn’t Feyd. Even in his absence you sensed him all around you, there’d be some periods of the day where you felt sure he was somewhere close, his presence surrounding and assessing your every move. Like he knew what you were up to. Perhaps it was your guards acting as secondary eyes, perhaps it was the Mentat but you got the feeling your freedom was being monitored. Charting through unknown territory you walk with Leia through an unfamiliar section of the palace. Holding your heads back you look up and the journey to the ceiling seems never-ending. Sun puddles coat the floor in an interesting pattern. Giedi Prime has many architectural feats misaligned with its brutalist architecture.

“Look at the windows” Leia smiles, taking your hand and the two of you look down into a courtyard. Looking down you watch soldiers and guards training, their fighting styles are rugged and brutish. You find yourself looking for Feyd among them but he is absent. You touch Leia to show her the makeshift trees when you're grabbed forcefully. It happens so fast you blink and the two of you have been separated. A fistful of your hair is grabbed and you rein back nailing the culprit in the nose. He groans and you kick backwards hoping to shatter his knee. Alarm fills you as you see Leia in the arms of a large guard. She manages to get him off and the two of you take off down the hall. You hear chatter from ear pieces but on the long stretch of hallway there’s nowhere to hide. Panic fills you as you try to make sense of what’s happening.

“The bitch is dead, '' one snarls and more come down the hall forcing you and Leia to take a sharp turn down into an unfamiliar dark corridor. More and more men join the procession giving chase and your fear peaks. Your voice is shot as you run faster pulling ahead of Leia. Slowing, you urge her to move faster down the hall. You're grabbed in an instant and hit in the face. Your head spins and you see triple. Instinct kicks in as you hear Leia cry out. Picking one of the spinning figures you hold onto flesh digging into eyes that grab your waist. The man screams out.

“A week after na-Baron discards them they’re ours” you hear as another soldier tries climbing on top of you. Squeezing you push his eyes in as hard as you can and he wails. Scrambling up you taste blood managing to grab a gun you have no idea how to use. The cowards stop just as your guards emerge with your Mentat among them you turn to see Leia lose consciousness. You scream going to her, large handprints are along her neck, she stops breathing and a guard gets on his knees to save her life.

“What have you done?” The Mentat asks the soldiers. Hysterics overtake your senses, you lose track of time and you're given a mild sedative to calm you.

Trembling in your room you wait for news regarding Leia’s stability. You have not been able to eat. You’ve been pacing for an hour contemplating the meaning of those brutes words. Was that a hunt orchestrated by Feyd himself? A twisted fantasy? Had he knowingly you were going to be brutally attacked? The doors open and you see your Mentat.

“She is stable, she has been given the best care” he says finally allowing you to breathe a little easier.

“What about Feyd-Rautha?” You ask just as the doors open revealing him in full combat gear. His eyes bulge and his chest rises. He’s furious, you can feel the heat radiating from him a few feet away. Removing his gloves he strides over to you, he’s angry but it can’t be mistaken for being directed at you. He looks away once he’s close.

“What happened!?” He shouts so loud it shakes the chambers. Turning he goes to the Mentat looking murderous. “What happened?” He snaps again pulling out one of his blades.

“They were attacked, they left the library without an escort. The men saw Leia touch the na-Baroness to be and tried to … enforce your rules and then …”

“Have their way with me” you finish the Mentat’s sentence. Feyd takes a step back, his head bowing as his hands tremble. His thumbs run over the tops of the blade as his frustration reaches its peak. Turning to you Feyd closes the space in two large strides. His eyes narrow and he looks at the slight cut on your lip. Lips he’d yet to kiss. Taking your hands he sees swollen knuckles, his hands hover over your waist on your left side before he touches and you wince from the soreness. He withdraws bowing to the hem of your robes, he pulls it up once the Mentat turns his back assessing the purple bruise. Swallowing hard, the veins all over him become prominent. His jaw clicks. He’s too furious to speak, he’s a livewire. Sighing he takes a step away from you and then to you again. Shouting in a fit of rage he throws decorative pieces across the room. It’s a stunning expression of anger and rage.

“Have her dressed” Feyd says and the healers are returned. He watches diligently as they gently apply flowing garments in respect of your injuries. He places a headpiece onto your head by himself walking you out using featherlight touches. A vehicle is waiting and you zip through the halls stopping outside a grand door. You hold Feyd’s hand tighter only to be unnerved at the fear in the brutal men’s eyes. There are nearly fifty of them and yet they tremble at the sight of Feyd-Rautha, a singular being.

“Which of these scum hurt you?” Feyd whispers against your ear. Looking up you scan the faces. It takes you a few moments to locate the one with a red swollen nose and the other who’d been on top of you. You point to them and they’re brought down by one of Feyd’s men. “Which hurt your friend?” He asks and you point to the two culprits, they two are brought down.

“Have them stripped and prepared for death by a thousand cuts” he snaps. “Have a cleaver brought in along with medics. We will have a few more eunuchs.” He says to men who nod. Feyd brings another featherlight touch to your waist guiding you out of the room. You sob, trembling, succumbing to the shock and he lifts you into his arms. The drive to your quarters is short and he carries you back into your quarters sitting on the couch with you cradled in his arms.

“I’m sorry” he whispers, holding you close. “This will never happen again, never. You and your friend fought well and you will never have to fight again” he says softly. The sound of your sobs is heartbreaking. Feyd-Ratha sits torn between his love for you and his eminent need for revenge.

“They said they could because you hadn’t come by in a week. They charged because Leia touched me” you manage through teary sobs remembering the night the mobs came, the screams of women being brutalised and the panic all around to get you in an escape pod. Your breathing quickens and your doors open. The head healer pauses bowing at the sight of the na-Baron.

“She’s stable, she’s awake and concerned for the well-being of the na-Baroness” the healer says and you stand. You will yourself to stop crying as Feyd removes your veil. His eyes search yours with apology. He raises a hand wiping away your tears and smoothing your hair. The bruise on your cheek is a haunting reminder of his failure. He takes your hand heading to the medical rooms. He ushers you in without a word standing back and you look at Leia, laid on the bed. Who would be so bold? You ask yourself as you get to her. It happens in a flash, your eyes roll and you get a flash of Rabban ‘The Beast Harkonnen’. He’s speaking to the man that tried getting on top of you, he’s giving the man instructions. You sense tremendous jealousy, you read his lips ‘I will be the heir’ he declares and then you come to. Leia’s awake, smiling up at you.

“It wasn’t Feyd, he cares for you” she says with telepathy. You respond with a knowing nod. “He told them that they’d die a most painful death if I didn’t survive” she adds.

“It was Rabbane” you respond without words, turning you look back into to see Feyd with a guard checking the sharpness of his blades laid across leather. His eyes find yours and you look to him, he nods with a knowingness, without humour but pure dedication.

“One moment” you say to Leia standing to go to him. You feel drawn to him, connected to him in your anger for what's transpired. It's like you're transfixed as you make your way to him. He looks you over with concern.

“You may leave me here, I do believe I am safe now” you whisper.

“Not until you’re safe in your chambers” Feyd responds unnerved by your state.

“Go now and don’t hold back” you say before pecking his full lips. He’s startled by the gesture but he’d saved you. He’d protected you through a mutiny designed to break you, there was no denying this was likely a plot by the sisterhood, a deal made with Rabban to usurp Feyd-Rautha’s Barony. The betrayal was too cunning and heartless to ignore or let slide. You had not sought Feyd out, they had to know that and still they would subject you to abuse and defiling at the hands of garish brutes. Feyd’s thumb brushes over your burst lip, his fingers pulling your chin in for another chaste kiss. Nodding he steps back for the first time regretful for the reason behind the need to use his blade.

Still even a thousand cuts wouldn’t be enough punishment.

He casts you a final look and you sleep peacefully knowing there’s a chorus from the torture Feyd is administering to the men who’d happily walked towards the opportunity to cause you pain and disgrace. A thousand cuts could be administered many ways, at sunrise you would begin sharpening your blades.

PART III - Charms

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loveephia · 1 year

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:¨ ·.· ¨: ハイキュー!! some of the HQ boys meeting a pretty fan . . .

`· . ꔫ . . . (goshiki, atsumu, kuroo, iwaizumi, bokuto.)

⚠ warning/s: none.

GOSHIKI TSUTOMU

goshiki loves being doted on. that's a given.

so when you commended him for his talents after a practice match, best believe he was over the moon.

"t- thank you, y/n!" goshiki said, mentally scolding himself for the stutter. usually, he'd be much more confident than this, but your cheerful attitude and cute face just chipped away at that.

"i was just telling the truth." you state with a charming wink.

"careful, y/n. you might break him!" semi joked.

ATSUMU MIYA

now atsumu's met his handful of fans, beautiful and all, but you stood out to him the most.

"what can i do fer ya, darlin'?" atsumu asked, accidentally letting a petname slip from his lips. he mentally facepalms, hoping that his little mishap wouldn't drive you away.

"uhm.. may i have a picture, please?" you asked, pushing your glasses up awkwardly.

"of course!" atsumu accepted like an excited puppy. his teammates shared a knowing look, an unspoken statement that went, "yep. he's already fallen deep."

KUROO TERSURŌ

kuroo's first thoughts on you weren't anything out of the ordinary. just a "yeah, she's cute" is all.

you asked kuroo for a picture, and he accepted. since he was taller than you, he could smell the fragrance of your shampoo. fruity.

kuroo then wraps an arm around your waist, and you swore that your breath hitched.

the picture was finally taken, and you thanked him shyly before walking away to your own friends, who teased you endlessly about what they just saw.

"did i really just do that?" kuroo thought, in a daze.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

iwaizumi doesn't have nearly as many fans as his best friend, so when he does get a fan, a beautiful one at that, he gets all shy about it.

"iwaizumi, you're an amazing player, and whether you choose to pursue volleyball or not, i'll be rooting for you." you smile warmly at him, your soft hands clasped around his calloused ones.

"t- thanks for that, y/n." he manages to let out through his heavy chest.

how could someone be so ethereal?

BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

he lets out a little "woah" upon first meeting.

"i watched your game against nekoma a few months ago, and you were so cool! you were like.. bam! or- more like fwoosh, thwack!" you tried to mimic the noises and movements made on that court, all the while accidentally feeding bokuto's soaring pride.

now he's ten times more pumped for his game later! he hopes that you'll be watching him, and him only.

"aw, shucks. thanks, y/n!" bokuto smiled brightly.

you see akaashi behind bokuto, giving you a quiet thumbs up for whatever reason..

(akaashi was telepathically trying to tell you, "thank you for help keeping our aces' spirit high.")

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PAY ATTENTION ● Older brother Suguru & Younger sibling!Reader

what happens when suguru's cute younger sibling, who'd usually talk his ear off and cling to him, suddenly starts to... do their own thing?

Pairings: Platonic Suguru Geto x Younger sibling!Reader

As we know, Suguru is a rather mature teenager

He carries this air of elegance, always putting on a polite smile and spilling pleasantries past his lips like sweetened lies

But we also know that Suguru can be childish around the right people

So it's not a surprise to anyone close to him that when his younger sibling, you, stops following around like a lost puppy, Suguru immediately starts to sulk

You're only three years younger than Suguru, fourteen to his seventeen

You two always had a close relationship, closer than most siblings tend to have

Suguru loves spending time with you, to him, you're easily the funniest kid he knows

It's hard for him to ever calm down completely since he's constantly stressed with the sorcerer world

But every day when he goes home and you're in the living room or in your room, it's like he can finally breathe

Because before Satoru, you were Suguru's only friend

His little mini-me, partner in crime, best friend

You two clicked and moved like one, so in tune with each other he always marveled at how most siblings tend to hate each other

Of course, the two of you do fight sometimes

Over who gets to take a shower first, who ate the leftovers, who gets to watch what on TV

"Did you use my shampoo?"

"The one you keep hiding from me? Yeah."

"You little– That's expensive."

"That's why I used it, Suguru."

You two are siblings after all, what kind of siblings never fight?

But he never felt the kind of animosity and distrust so many brothers and sisters feel around each other, the kind that made them roll their eyes whenever they even got close to their siblings

To Suguru, you're his little sunshine, someone he'll protect until the day he keels over and dies

Not that he'll ever tell you that

(number one rule of siblingship: Never be too touchy-feely)

So imagine his surprise when the little punk who usually follows his every step, always under his elbow, asking him to hang out or help with homework, stays glued to the phone even when he sits in the same room

Like.... what?

You barely greet him, a half hearted "Hey, you're home." falling from your lips without even looking at him, and he's offended and hurt at the same time

You're fourteen, sure

He knows you'd start pulling away from him now that you have more than a couple of friends, more subjects to study, and... uh..

Puberty

But he thought it'd go away after a bit, that you'd go back to being his cute little sibling once you realized he is so much cooler than the kids your age

He'd walk past your open door multiple times a day after coming home, trying to see if you were going to invite him to hang out

He'd make tea with a mouthwatering fragrance, put on your favorite show, talk to your parents about going to a very trendy and fun place you'd surely want to go with

Damn, at some point he'd probably even talk to Satoru on the phone, loudly, because he knows you're curious about the pretty white haired teen who always teases you whenever he sees you around Suguru's home

But even then, nothing

Nothing at all

Suguru feels like he's watching the baby he helped learn how to walk turn into an adult and leave him behind

And as a big brother, he's upset, a little petty, and worst of all;

Sulky

Of course, Satoru and Shoko definitely notice, because although Suguru is quiet, he's not staying in a corner looking out of the window while listening to sad music and reminiscing quiet

And of course, they both make fun of him when he explains the situation

"And here I thought Gojo was the unreasonable one."

"Hahaha! I– I can't believe! You're sulking because the little brat isn't talking to you?!"

"Shut up, Satoru, and don't call my baby sibling a brat."

"Hah! You're such a loser, Suguru!"

Needless to say, when Suguru comes home and you're still glued to your phone in the living room, he's not in the greatest of moods

You barely look up when he drops his bag on the table

"Welcome back, Susu."

And because no one ever made a law saying Suguru can't act like Satoru sometimes, the teen flops on the couch and hugs a pillow, not answering you

That, you notice

Your brother always talks to you when he comes back home, even when he is all banged up from whatever they do at school

The sight that greets you is... something

Embarrassing, endearing, definitely pathetic for your big brother

Suguru is pouting, looking down at the pillow his strangling to his chest, his knees pulled up to make himself smaller

Not that it works, he's built like a bean pole

His shoulders brush yours, because even though he's mad, he still misses his cute– annoying little sibling

"Suguru?"

...

"Mr. Suguruuuu....?"

...

"Hey, what's wrong?"

He turns his face away, his hair slapping your face, and pushes more of his body against yours

"What the– Dude, you're squashing me! Suguru, what's wrong with you?!"

Suguru still says nothing, silently letting more and more of his weight to lower on top of you until you're smushed against the couch

Once you're a baby sibling pancake, Suguru finally opens his mouth

"So now you're paying attention to me, huh?"

... Huh?

"Huh?"

Suguru huffs, his hair all over your face, body much bigger and heavier than yours not allowing you to move an inch even though you struggle, and squeezes his pillow

"No, it's fine. Go ahead, ignore your big brother all you want. It's not like I helped mom and dad raise you."

"... Are you kiddi–"

"Yeah, keep your eyes glued to your phone, don't need to talk to me or don't hang out with me– actually, don't even look at me at all, since I'm sure you'd much rather look at your phone."

"You're being such a chil–"

"No, no, by all means! It's not like I miss you or anything."

You sighed with some effort, because Suguru is still on top of you and he's not a lightweight, and thump your head against the soft couch

Sure, you know you've been a little distant from your big brother

But, hey, you're fourteen now!

You have your friends and stuff you wanna do without your brother around

And, really, Suguru is a hypocrite

Ever since he started high school he wouldn't stop talking about the white haired cutie

Which you understood, if only visually because Satoru would often call you pint-sized Suguru

But he also spends time with other people!

"You do know I have other friends."

"So I don't matter to you anymore, is that it?"

"No, I'm just not gonna hang out with you all the time!"

"Well, you haven't been hanging out with me at all."

"Urgh!"

"Yeah, urgh."

God, you really wish more people knew about how pouty and clingy your big bro can get

Maybe they'd stop thinking he was this mature and chill guy

You groan against the couch and your brother presses his back down, pushing the air out of your lungs

"You're so annoying!"

"You used to say you wanted to be just like me when you grew up."

This guy...

You sigh, relaxing and surrendering

You're supposed to meet up your friends this weekend to watch a movie, but two of them can't make it so everyone gave up on it

Might as well use the opportunity

"Fine– I'm sorry, okay? Do– Do you wanna watch a movie this weekend? The one that just came out?"

Suguru stops for a second, letting some of his weight off of you and allowing you to breathe properly

He mutters the name of the movie and you confirm it

"Hmm..."

You can hear the smile on his face and you scoff, the exact same smile pulling at your lips too

"If you promise you'll pay more attention to your neglected older brother, then yeah."

Oh, you so want to take it back

But then again, now that he brought it up, you also miss him

If only a little

Like, a smidge

"Fine, I won't ignore you anymore. Happy?"

Suguru took a moment to answer before turning around to press a loud and gross older brother kiss on the back of your head

Now you have to take a shower

"Very happy."

He sounds smug and satisfied, finally a little more relaxed

He really did miss you so much

You're his baby, okay? Growing up too fast will only give him heartaches

And now Suguru can tell Satoru that you don't hate him

Everyone wins

...

"Hey, can you get off now?"

"Hmmm, no, I'm comfortable."

"Well, I'm not! Get off, Suguru!"

"Don't feel like it."

"Suguru!"

#geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #jjk suguru #geto x reader #platonic geto suguru x reader #younger sibling reader #platonic #sibling reader #jujutsu kaisen #suguru x reader #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #suguru x gender neutral reader

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skyeslittlecorner · 2 months

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I feel like we didn't get enough moments with that beautiful king in chapter 5 (why PB >:(((()

Can you pls do a short story about MC who has been kidnapped (again) when they try to find a place to sleep to Leviathan's office where he demands them to sleep *in his coffin* (so he could keep an eye on them).

Okay I can only think that much. Hope you ok with this request 🥹 Luv u and your works 🫶 Have a great day!!!

Thanks for lovely words! AND I AGREE. I know that the plot needs to move forward, but my heart wants to stay longer. We only got to know Levi for a moment and quite superficially because he mostly talked to others. PAY ATTENTION TO US. Just no nooses, please. We'll play with the ropes later, maybe dinner first.

This turned out to be a bit long. Hope you'll like it!

Words: ~900

Kidnapped to sleep | Leviathan

Peace, just a little bit of peace. That's all you asked for. After a long, tiring day, you didn't even have time to sit down properly in your room for a moment. Just when you approached bed, a knocking sound came from inside the room instead of from outside.

“You knock before entering!” You huffed.

Foras appeared at your side without a hush.

"Sorry, but…"

“What’s going on again? And quickly, if you can.” You cut his words in half. Headache and tiredness make you thorny. All you wanted was to collapse like a log and fall asleep. Didn't even care anymore whether he tried to kill you or not, you had survived so many threats and potential murder attempts today that one here or there wouldn't make any difference. You almost softened when you saw the remorse written all over the dreamy devil's face.

“His Majesty wants to see you.”

Yeah, almost.

“Tell him to stick his desires in… ugh.”

There was no point arguing. The quicker you deal with them, the better. You were about to leave when Foras grabbed your waist, and you felt your insides churning again. That bastard… you can walk on your own! No need to teleport!

The palace was even quieter and darker, but when Foras left you in his king's office, you didn't feel as overwhelmed as the first time. It reminded you of Prince Charming's room. Leviathan, as beautiful as he was mysterious, was leaning over the documents. You stood on your tiptoes to look at them.

"What are you doing? It's not your business."

“You called me here yourself.”

You won't let him push you around. Not only was it dangerous, it also hurt your pride. He ignored you and went back to work, so you sat down on the chair across him, not knowing for what he needed you, and started thinking. Just out of boredom. It wasn't the wisest decision you could have made in such a state.

With such a beautiful creature by your side, it was hard to think of anything other than punishing him for the way he treated you. If only he could be beaten with a whip again. Choke. Oppress. Hear the gasps and moans as he runs out of breath. Milk would flow from these beautiful horns, and you would make him drink it himself...

"What are you staring at?"

Not only did he dare to be so beautiful in front of you, but he also disturbed your fantasies. The audacity.

"Beautiful."

A smile appeared on his lips and you clutched your mouth. This shouldn't have been let slip! Apparently, it only made him feel better, because he told you that you’re going to sleep together. Oh yes. It's time to put all these plans into action!

Reality hit you as soon as you sat down on the soft mattress in his coffin. How was it so comfortable here? It reminded you of a water bed with a cover on top like a canopy. Leviathan probably already thought you were a freak, so you had nothing to lose. You could have use him, abused him. But the soft material acted like a magnet. Silk is like flypaper. You were so tired... you closed your eyes just for a second, and suddenly felt the warmth next to you. A hot, masculine fragrance. And a strong arm that hung around your waist.

“I thought you hated me?”

“I do not like you. Just like everyone else.”

It was so comfortable. So… safe? You definitely needed some rest.

“So you also sleep cuddled up to your nobles like stuffed animals? Like now?”

He nuzzled his nose into your hair, not really bothered by your taunts.

“Silence. I have to keep an eye on you all the time. I can't let you endanger anyone.”

It occurred to you that for now you are only a danger to yourself, because you want to abuse the most dangerous king of hell you have ever met.

If only you had a whip at hand... wrapped in the darkness of the coffin and Levi's arm, the tiredness of the day came flooding back to you. You closed your eyes. Just for a second.

Two seconds later you were sound asleep, tucking your knee between the devil's legs. He grabbed the back of your neck and tightened his fingers.

“What are you thinking?”

You didn't think anything at that moment. Just purred in delight. Feeling the warm, broad chest, you clung to it unconsciously. No wonder you sought safety. That coffin almost devour you last time. What was strange was that you were looking for support in the arms of a man who was the reason for your anxiety, but who would care? He also didn't behave like a terrible tyrant, not now.

He ran his fingers through your hair. They were soft and fragrant, flowing between his fingers like a waterfall. You didn't see him, so he could afford it. So defenseless, hugging him, you no longer looked like a threat. If it weren't for his experience, he would almost be fooled by you. He promised himself he wouldn't fall into your trap, and despite his own promises, he wrapped his arms around you. Some devils can lie, and he was just trying to lie to himself.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb leviathan #skye's little talk

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etheries1015 · 2 months

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Dear writer whose writings I love,

HEYYO. IT'S ME AGAIN. (I sent the Lilia using u as a stress relief you ask heheheha!!)

SO LIKE IMAGINE THIS (unrequited love that is actually requited love!)

You're on a "date" with Lilia to the gardens. (You wish)

And then you get to the Gardina section of the flowers and show it to him, knowing fully of what it means. (You hope, yet also don't hope he gets what's you're trying to say)

[FUN FACT: Gardenias are elegant and fragrant flowers that have long been associated with love, romance, and admiration. They are often used to express a secret or hidden love, as their sweet scent and delicate petals can be seen as a symbol of devotion and affection that is not openly expressed. The gardenia’s white or pale yellow petals are said to represent the purity and sincerity of a love that is kept hidden, while the intoxicating fragrance symbolizes the passion and intensity of the feelings that are being concealed. Gardenias are also often associated with mystery and secrecy, making them the perfect flower to symbolize a love that is kept hidden from the rest of the world. They have been used in literature and poetry for centuries to represent the hidden desires and passions of characters who cannot express their feelings openly]

SSSOOOOOOO

This can go SO. MANY. WAYS.

He doesn't know and does nothing. This ends up in you making a poem about Gardina flowers to him, and he does something after that, taking the hint. (Good ending! With proposal and stuff and hehe fluff!! I love fluff)

He knows and asks you directly. (PLS GIVE THIS A GOOD ENDING. IDK HOW TO CONTINUE)

My brain is now fried again. Please expand. I will request every time my brain power suddenly shoots up. Goodbye, and see you again next time.

-🦇

Hello lovely! Yes yes, you actually revealed yourself to me after I answered that ask! Heuheu. No need to be anon! However, if that it what you prefer, I shall not convince you otherwise <3

ANYWAYS I have ALWAYS loved the notion of flowers having meanings and their beautiful poems that come in toe with their vibrant petals. It's truly a wonderful thing, I really wanna study them more. Fun fact! My favorite flower is a peony! I have a tattoo on my shoulder of a peony! ...in slue with an entire sleeve of random flowers, my tattoo artist just made up. Maybe the other arm I'll use for more structural floral... sorry for the tangent DHKFJSLDjf I love flowers. Thank you for this ask heuehueheue

Ahhhhhhh the idea of going out to a garden with Lilia...

I actually like to have this little headcannon that since Malleus is so interested in flowers and gardening, that perhaps he got that from Lilia. Flowers are our friends, after all! And what's better than making an entire garden of little friends to nourish? Along with creating a beautiful garden of roses, Malleus had delved deep into the world of floral poetry and representation.

You grab onto Lilias hand and pull him towards the back of ramshackle to show off the garden you and Malleus had placed together. Malleus was truly your wing man during this entire thing, he had vast knowledge about flowers and knew just the ones to plant In one large romantic gesture for the old fae. Malleus had landed you books and helped you study their different meanings, even taking time out of gargoyle studies club to dedicate gardening your surprise for Lilia.

"What has gotten you so eager, little bat?" Lilia chuckled, "Must truly be grand if you're so worked up like this!" You couldn't hide your excitement or giddiness as you headed towards the gate leading to the garden, a large black intricately designed gate in that perfectly suited the chicness of the dorm. Upon opening the gates, it revealed a large grandiose garden full of flowers of all sorts. Lilia's eyes widened as well as a toothy grin climbing onto his features, raising an impressed eyebrow.

"So this is what you and Malleus have been working so hard on?" He inquired, stepping forward and taking a look around, "I must say, it's rather an impressive feat! The sheer size is almost enough to rival Malleus's own rose garden back at the castle." You smiled brightly at him and skipped over to a particular patch you were proud of; Gardenias.

"These are Gardenias!" You pursed your lips as you bent over and grabbed something you had prepped before hand, taking hold of a neatly wrapped bouquet of gardenias and with a trembling hand pushing them in the arms of the fae. Lilia started slightly and took a gentle sniff of the flowers taking in their creamy sweet scent that reminded him of coconuts and peach. "They...they're for you!" You smiled.

"Oh they're lovely," Lilia said, "I presume you and Malleus are particularly proud of these ones! They bloomed wonderfully. I shall put them in my room!...oh, but I suppose they will need sunlight. Perhaps keeping them in Silvers care may be better..." You felt your heart drop and smile twitch ever so slightly. Pursing your lips you let out a dry nervous chuckle, tilting your head in awkwardness.

"I..Uh," You bit down your bottom lip, "Well, they were for you," You let out a breathy laugh.

"Of course! However I'm worried they may wilt in my care and you worked so hard! Hmm. Oh! I could put them in the lounge, so that everyone can see yours and Malleus's hard work!" You couldn't even bother to explain to him you were the one to nurture these flowers on your own upon Malleu's recommendation. He swore that Lilia would understand the meaning...it was common for fae folk to be knowledgeable on the world of flowers. Either Malleus Lied to you, which was unlikely, or Lilia was a part of the percentage that truly hadn't a clue.

You began to sweat bullets. Throughout this entire exchange, you weren't certain he understood your intentions. Or... was he purposefully deflecting the fact you had mainly meant this as a surprise for him? Was he thinking you were simply making excuses to hang out with Malleus? Or was he just that oblivious? It was rather distressing, for you already had an inkling that Lilia had not returned your feelings, and this only solidified your worries.

You began to wilt like a flower without water, your energy dying and your smiles becoming fake. You tried a few more times to hand him flowers, such as a singular rose (symbolizing love at first sight, a "one and only" in which the person you gift you give your heart to.) He insisted on taking a few more to decorate the lounge with.

This plan was failing terribly.

Finally, you let out a loud groan of frustration, pulling out a sheet of paper from your pocket with a burst of confidence and embarrassment. Your face took on a bright shade of red, pushing the letter into his chest. Lilia struggled to catch it with his hands full of flowers, eyes wide in bewilderment at this sudden display you put on. He stared in shock and confusion, unable to get a word out before you bolted out of the garden and to the dorm.

"Read that later!" You cried out.

"W-wait- what is-" He attempted to catch your attention, yet you were already out of view, leaving the fae utterly confused standing in the middle of the garden with arms full of flowers.

You threw yourself onto your bed and grasped your pillow, curling into a ball and groaning into it.

"eh? What's up with you?" Grim asked, "And what's this piece of paper?"

You sat up in a rush with wide eyes, staring at a piece of paper that you seemingly dropped from your person. You grabbed hold of it and took a look. It was the second page of the letter you had given Lilia... and undeniably the most important part. The first page detailed the history of flowers and how they have significance to them

the second page was the meanings of the flowers and why you chose them for the fae.

It was your confession.

You had forgotten to hand it to him in your flustered state.

You screamed into the pillow.

~ At Diasomnia ~

Lilia sat in the dorm lounge, reading over the page you had given him.

"Hmm...I knew flowers had meanings, but this letter seems unfinished. This is simply prefacing the history of flowers and that they hold meaning with a simple poem at the end, but the definitions they mentioned would be on the second page seem to be missing..." Lilia rubbed his head in confusion turning the paper around to find some sort of indication of continuation, Malleus walking in on the fae. Malleus flashed a mischievous smile.

"How did the visit to the garden go?" He inquired, "You seem confused rather than elated as I thought you would be..did something go ary?" He pointed out. Lilia shrugged and looked back at the tall draconic fae, tilting his head.

"I thought it was going well, (y/n) even handed me a bunch of flowers to bring back, along with this letter..." Lilia took a gander at the vase full of Gardenias and glanced back down at the letter in which stated every flower has a significant meaning.

"Malleus, could you tell me what Gardenias mean? I believe (y/n) meant to explain it to me, but the second half of this letter is missing." Malleus raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you would know?" Malleus furrowed his eyebrows, grabbing hold of the letter and skimming through its contents.

"Of course not. I like flowers of course, but I never took the time to truly study them as you did. I haven't a clue about definitions and things of the sort." The color seemed to drain from Malleus's face at realizing his mistake, before making his way to the gardenias and gently touching a petal from its bloom. He took a deep breath before giving a detailed explanation of their meaning: Passion, love romance, secrecy... Malleus explained the flower was to express a secret love that the prefect held for Lilia. Something that clearly went way over the old man's head.

Lilias's jaw was dropped to the ground, before quickly disappearing in a fog of green smoke.

He had to get the other half of that letter.

#Twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland headcannons #twst headcannons #twst x reader #Lilia #Lilia headcannons #Lilia Vanrouge headcannons #Lilia x reader #Lilia vanrouge x reader

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tarjapearce · 7 months

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Bad Teachings (Pt. 10)

Older! Miguel O'Hara x Reader

WARNINGS: Mild angst, emotional discomfort, Strained Relationships, Abusive Parent relationship, awkward truths, comfort towards the end, Relationship Building, Slow Burn.

Summary: Awkward Truths deepens your bond with Miguel.

A/N: Patience :'3 I know. I know. Thanks to my beta reader @oharasmommymilkers00 ❤️✨

Pt. 11

The sweet and citric fragrance turned sharper the more you and Simon ventured through the terrace lounge. Friday night had finally showed up and now you were seating across him on the two top with a bashful smile.

When was the last time you had a true date? Delicious food and good company?

A deep exhale.

Miguel came to your mind. That night you had shared his bed for the first time. Not the secluded space the back of his car was.

"Like the place?" Simon inquired as he adjusted his blazer. He wore a white dress shirt, navy pants, brown dress shoes and matching blazer.

"Quite nice. Didn't know this part of the city."

You on the other hand were dressed up in a flowy olive green midi dress with golden low heel sandals.

But it didn't count as a date since it got a happy ending, right?

The cons of not dating formally in quite a while.

You huffed.

After that little improvised outing, Miguel acted like he had seen a ghost which was weird. The kind of weird one would get after remembering something incredibly uncomfortable or painful, but quickly shook it of.

We should do this more often

Your lips had moved to then smile but he wasn't listening, mind too far gone in his own mysterious world to actually discern your words.

"Cherie?" Just like you right now.

"Sorry, was too deep in thought."

Simon gave you a curious glance and pushed the menu your way.

"Everything good?" You nodded.

His upper torso leaned towards you. "What are you thinking?", his finger pads gently caressed over your wrist in little circles and your eyes softened for a bit.

"Little things here and there" Your lips stretched in a little sheepish smile, "Sorry to worry you."

"You still apologizing lots?"

"I guess so... Bad habits are hard to kill."

You hands raked over the menu. Hunger didn't sit right, so you settled for a mocktail and some apettizers.

Miguel had left you worried, but you trusted him and his judgment. There were times you'd know when to not press further.

Patience, patience, patience.

At least Simon seemed keen in distracting you from your own thoughts. Something you were grateful for.

"Totally get you. Been trying for a couple of years to keep myself in the limits of two beers."

"Have you succeeded?"

Simon sighed and pursed his lips, unsure of your reaction.

"Most of the times I do. An eighty percent. Is that twenty that sometimes hinders my progress."

"Well, remember that not all process are straight up lineal. Sometimes we fall and you know.... motivational things and blah and blah."

He chuckled and squeezed your hand. Relief made his shoulders to slump.

"But thanks for being honest. Highly appreciate it."

"Of course." His smile only widened as you took your phone and snapped a picture of your hands together.

The angle was perfect and so was the lighting, Simon's hand looked too pretty to not seize the chance. You then let go to give some little enhancement at the image. Light adjustment, a bit of contrast and warmth and voilà. With a smile you showed him the picture.

"That's a nice one."

"I like hands. Had to take it. Trying to improve my pictures with them too."

Simon's eyes softened as you uploaded the picture to your media profile. Conversation branched into so many topics. You had fun, and as much as you wished to keep dragging time and hobnobbing with Si, you returned home to prepare for the next adventure your mind was already dreading.

Visiting the wolf's den.

-----

Packing was rather easy. A set of Pj's, a change of undergarments, and another change of comfy clothes. All tucked in within a travel bag.

You could come up with an excuse, but again, it would just get worse eventually and you had to face the situation as bravely as you could.

It was your time to foray into enemy territory, you main mission was to leave as emotionally unscathed as possible.

You plopped on the bed with a groan. You certainly weren't exaggerating your reaction, a roulette of dread topics begun spinning. Last time you visited your weight and habits were discussed.

A little guilt-tripping here, a dash of gaslight there and lots of awkward laughs to soothe the offense had been made.

What would be this time?

Grunting into your pillow won't make the situation to go away either, but it helped to relieve a bit of tension.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Anchoring yourself with a deep exhale, you took your phone, mentally preparing for the battle.

Hey dad, I'm on my way. Want or need anything? —

You finished packing and made sure to leave the faucets closed and a little tour around, remembering the details. Now you were exaggerating.

—Just a couple of beers and a pack of coffee. We're out of it. Thanks.

Taking the bag and the keys, you went out your door and locked it.

"Best of lucks, soldier." Hobie spoke while saluting you. His keys tinkering in the keyhole.

"I'm off to war, Hobie. If I don't return-"

"Rubbish. You've got this."

Nodding, your grip tightened on the bag and sighed.

"If you see me spamming you with messages, don't block me."

Hobie chuckled and patted your shoulder.

"Pump up, birdie. If you don't like it, come back, don't rack your brain over it."

"Thanks Hobie. In any case, whether things go good or bad, could we go for a burger?"

"You bet."

His smile was reassuring.

"See you then."

You waved him goodbye and went to your car.

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The super shopping was quick, but the traffic towards your parent's home was hell. Three pm. You not only let your dad know about it, but sent a picture for proof.

You were lucky if the traffic jam moved for more than a few meters, and the honking. God. Your eyes rolled. Apparently people would never understand that honking for a long time wouldn't make traffic to go away, or to move faster. It'd all finish in a headache or a migraine. So far the first one was brewing.

In the meantime, you scrolled through your profiles. Updated info and of course, snapped another picture. A habit that was turning into a discipline. A shot of the clumped cars and blazing traffic lights that blurred in abstract lines depicted your current mood. Annoyed, suffocated, pained and contempt.

Your car advanced a bit more, and you wasted no time in giving the picture the editing treatment before posting it with the caption "Wished the honking made it all go away too."

To your surprise the same bot looking profile liked the picture a couple of minutes after being posted.

Same.

The comment was even more unexpected. A way too human response and enough proof for you to know it wasn't a bot.

Sending hugs ❤️.

You replied with a little smile. Finally, the traffic moved and you drove to your parent's house. Arriving around four thirty despite leaving home at one.

With a deep sigh you unbuckled the seat belt and stepped out the car with the things your dad asked. Not only your heart pounded in your throat, but your mouth dried.

The two floored and fenced suburban home you grew up in stared holes your way. Nothing had changed ever since you left.

Dad's car parked infront of the house, with yours behind. Mother's car wasn't on sight, which dropped your peaking discomfort levels almost immediately.

You'd have some actual quality time before going back to the battle. But even then, your guard could not be lowered.

The only thing that had changed was the color. It was no longer this traditional bone white with navy blue roof. It was now pale blue with a brown roofing. You rolled your shoulders back and passed the matching pale fence.

Garden blooming with different flowers. Probably both your parent's doing. Despite both working in different areas, your dad in informatics and mom in the theater industry, they both had found a common ground in gardening. And they excelled at it. Contrary to you.

Another copy of Timmy Turner's mom. Everything you touched, perished.

You entered the main door and closed the door behind you. Game on.

"Dad? I'm home." The many family pictures welcomed you. Mostly you as a baby with other relatives. Life milestones frozen in time. Your dad's head peeked from the kitchen and you smiled.

"Hey sweetie!" He hugged you, and it felt good. A little soothing even.

"Look at you! So pretty. I missed you."

"Thanks. Got you what you needed"

He took the six pack and put it on the fridge.

"How have you been?"

"Busy, but as good as I can be."

He put the coffee on the shelf and looked at you with a knowing look.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

He slanted on the counter with his arms crossed.

"I know it's hard for you. But, I really appreciate you being here. Your mom will too. She's just... You know."

He sighed and rubbed his chin.

"She has a peculiar way of showing care."

His fingers scratched his neck awkwardly, but nodded. As if afraid to actually admit it without feeling a bit of shame.

"She means well. She is just worried, sweetheart."

"About what?" Voice calm, matching your temper as you sat on the dining table, "I think I've done a pretty good job keeping and providing for myself out there."

"I know you do. And makes me feel proud to see that, just..."

Sighing, your guard rose.

"Just what, Dad?"

"It concerns me you avoid us like plague."

A natural reaction to something harmful.

Your mind spoke.

"I know that I have slacked in many things. Visiting you specially, and I try to keep my life afloat. Work is so consuming. But you're right. I should do better."

Guilt tripping or not, you knew they wouldn't complain much if you'd visit them out of the blue and mere politeness.

Your words stuck in your mouth as your mom's car parked inside the garage. The quality time left out the window.

Here we go.

"Let's try our best, yeah? " You nodded and washed your hands.

Rules were simple. Wash your hands at every chance you had, pick up and clean after yourself, help as much you could while talking the least. And for God and your mental sakes, don't mention dating.

The door opened and closed. Your mom's voice calling your dad echoed through the living room.

Her eyes widened in surprise upon seeing you, standing next to your dad with a strained smile.

"Hey"

"My daughter in the flesh! Come here, baby."

Sidling though the living room once more, you approached and she hugged you. A Judas hug, You were sure. Your eyes clamped shut for the comment following but it never did. It never came.

"I'm so glad you're here, darling. Are you hungry?"

Not that you were paranoid, but the whole in high spirits attitude made you suspicious.

"We've got to celebrate this. Let me make you a peach galette."

You were about to protest when her piercing eyes stared your way, challenging you to speak. You didn't.

"Thanks." came out instead.

Too good to be true.

------

Meal prepping was rather easy, quiet and smooth. Kinda reminded you of your life pre-college. You'd get home from school, then go to work, return again and have a lovely meal prepared. You'd talk about your day, be an average and a little dysfunctional family. The standard.

And now, the only thing that provoked any sound was the fork clinking against the plates as you ate in silence.

Your nerves felt cornered, however the little hope that danced in your heart of them being different made you start the conversation. Trying to engage with them and makeup for the lack of contact. The first step.

"I saw the garden. Looks really good."

"Your dad really outdid himself this time."

You nodded as your dad beamed.

"How's work been doing, sweetheart?" Mom again asked while wiping her mouth with the napkin.

"Glad they cut you some slack. Or else we'd have to visit you."

Oh god forbid...

"Our new boss is demanding but reasonable. We've been making advances and... I have this-"

"I remember when I got my first job. Always so busy. But don't worry, better things always come."

Not only had she interrupted you, but started rambling about her younger days.

"You said you had something"

A light shake of your head at your dad and you sipped the iced tea, "Nevermind that. Nothing important."

The war had just started

"Did she tell you about the little earrings?" Mom chirped and pointed at her ear.

"Earrings?"

"Show him, honey."

That chunk of meat felt like stones falling in your stomach. And you weren't prepared to fight with such measly ammo.

"It's alright, I'm sure it looks good."

"Good? she got three piercings! A couple more and she'd look like her neighbor."

Your dad seized you with a little frown as your hand squeezed the fork, angered.

"They're barely noticeable-"

"Does your boss knows about it? "

"Dad, such little thing won't get me fired, relax."

"Might not, but it will not get you someone."

Fuck.

"Mom..."

"What? It's true! Men don't take women seriously when they start looking like-"

You put your fork down and sighed. Anger soon began simmering.

"Can we not do this, please? I really just want to have a normal conversation." Impatient and angered words came out of your mouth but they were quickly dismissed.

"Sweetie, you know we love you, right? But you're so close reaching your thirties. You can't act out of age. And this is a very normal talk to have. You're quite sensitive these days"

At this point you were running on fumes.

"I don't date because I don't have the time, mom. And men and commitment aren't exactly a thing right now. They're either too young or too secretive for my likings!"

"What do you mean too young?" Her eyes stared at you suspiciously.

"Don't tell me you're looking for an old man." Your dad spoke as his nose scrunched up, "I know that it's your choice to date whoever you want, but older men aren't any better."

"They would only take advantage of you, baby" Your mom added wood to the fire

No.

For some reason your chest constricted a bit too tight as the image of Miguel came into your mind.

No, he'd never do that. He thought of you as a friend. You were his friend. And you held onto that thought. He was your friend too. He helped you so many times, and was honest. He'd never lie to you about it.

"Older men just want someone that doesn't make 'em them feel lonely at night, if you know what I mean."

"That's not true-" Your little protest fell upon deaf ears as they kept bringing up different examples of such dynamic, and always emphasized that it wasn't a good idea. Which left you in a stalemate.

Dating them was equally as bad as having a younger boyfriend.

" I'll stay single then. Jeesh." Your mood had been completely soured, food acrid and appetite long forgotten despite being your favorite.

"Of course not. You're too pretty for-"

"That's the least of importance now, dad. I'm not looking either, ok? Can we drop this?"

"You wouldn't be feeling inclined towards... you know... Women, don't you?" She had refused to let it go, "Why are you getting mad when we're only trying to be the best for you?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Out of respect those words remained in your mind. But it had been enough. You stood but the so ever loving mother forced you to seat back down. Your hand wrung out of her grip, regret instantly flashing her eyes as you stared back in horror.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I'm so so sorry." her words rushed

You looked at your dad, head on his palm, trying to make himself small. He wasn't helping. He never did.

"You just push my buttons so..." her voice broke, "Please understand that I just want the best for you." She sniffed.

You weren't falling for it this time. In other times, you'd stay there to console her, but that physical approach was certainly the last straw in your already messed up relationship.

"I gotta go." Your hands shook as you grabbed the plate once more, your dad pried away gently the plate from you.

Angry and silent tears flooded your eyes. You went to the living room to fetch your things but dad stood before you.

He called your name but you refused to meet his eyes.

"I know you don't want to hear me, honey. But it's too late and dangerous for you to drive back."

Soft words did little to placate the current hurting you were having, but he had a point. Saturday nights were dangerous since there were drunk people driving.

"Please?" You nodded.

"I'll prepare your old room. Is that ok?"

you nodded once more.

Your dad exhaled and went upstairs. Tension acted like a heavy claw clasped around your throat, squeezing tightly as you sobbed quietly. You expected a fight, but not a physical reaction.

You didn't sleep, and when the clock hit six, you left without much noise.

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Puffed eyes had decreased their swollenness, but your head hurted, and you needed a coffee. Crying hangovers would surely feel worst that the usual alcoholic ones. You stopped at the usual coffee shop, somehow glad that you were in your side of the territory.

The war had been a complete and utter failure. Not only made things worse but it had created a bigger rift between. Their calls sent straight to the voicemail, and texts remained unanswered. The least you wanted to do was to give them another chance to hurt you.

God knows you had tried. And tried with all your might. But maybe things were meant to be the same, and you have had enough.

You sped up back home, to your little fortress once you had what you needed. Clock ticked a quarter to eight.

You tossed the travel bag on the floor and your shoulders slumped. Defeated and hurt from a battle you knew was lost before even waged. Numbness spreaded through your head and body, oddly comforting, just like the sips of the creamy and sugary blend in your hand.

You only gave the blueberry muffin a couple of bites before downing your coffee and going straight to bed. there wasn't much tears to shed, so sleepiness came quickly as your bed lulled your tiredness away, embracing your body in it's comfiness.

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Afternoon's sunshine radiated on your ajar mouth and eyes. A few rays had seeped in and slowly stirred you awake. Naturally hiding from the golden sun, you turned your body facing the other side of the wall. Three pm marked on your phone's screen.

A couple of new notifications, missed calls from dad, and text messages clogging up the log bar. A stretch and a pop here and there and you were sitting on the edge of your hypothetical death bed.

Sleeping had helped tremendously but only physically. Even though your body felt wonderful, your mind was still all over the place. Jagged, haphazard, clumped in a ramshackled mess. The emotional armor had vanished into dust, leaving you exposed.

Room felt suddenly fusty and borderline claustrophobic. You had been so tired you forgot to remove your sneakers.

Again, you needed a distraction. Hobie wasn't around since Sundays was cleaning day at the shop. So you just grabbed a sweater, took your phone and went out the door once more.

Feet took you away from the building, the complex, the neighborhood to lead you to an empty street intersection.

Too deep in thoughts to actually realize the upcoming red SUV, that honked as it stopped a few meters away from you.

Like a deer caught in the road you stared at the car. An all too familiar red Nissan Pathfinder.

There was a slamming on the door as Miguel came out of it. A disturbed scowl on his face.

"¡¿Qué chingados te pasa?! Te pude haber atropellado!" (What the fuck is wrong with you?! I could've hit you!)

Your heart thumped in your chest, and your eyes swelled up with tears once more. Your nose reddened and lip quivered as you looked at him. He slicked his head back and sighed.

"Discúlpame. I... I didn't mean to yell, ok?" (Im sorry)

You hiccuped.

"No, no, no llores." (Don't cry)

He shushed you and cradled your face in his hands, and wiped the tears from your flushed cheeks.

"You ok?"

A nod, he sighed again and let your face go.

"C'mon" He pushed your lower back gently towards his car, and opened the door for you. Then closed the door once you were seated in.

A few sporty items on the back of his car. Only when he sat back, you noticed him dressed in a more casual wear. A black t shirt that snugged his torso and arms, knee length, gray gym shorts and white sneakers. Silver and scattered strands slicked back on his dark waves of hair.

He drove to a nearby lookout, stealing subtle glances at you and parked.

"I'm sorry" You mumbled and sniffed.

"You apologize too much. Come."

Again, he opened the door for you and helped you out of the car.

"Wanna tell me what happened for you to be so distracted that almost got hit by a car?"

Even though tears menaced to spill out, you inhaled and breathed through your mouth.

"I... Got in a really bad fight with my parents."

His eyes remained on you as he listened.

"I expected a fight. But... it turned worse. And... I truly don't want them near me."

His shoulders tensed upon hearing you.

"I thought they'd change. But... Im such a dumbass for feeding myself false hopes."

"Hey, don't talk like that."

"It's true, Miguel. Cause every time I try to make amends, everything goes to shit and... Im tired of that."

"Family is complicated. I know much. But, if there is something worth telling, family is not always about blood."

Nodding you looked up at him, teary eyed.

"Miguel?"

"Si?"

"We're friends right?"

His eyebrow quirked and then his eyes softened.

"We are. Why?"

"You'd tell me the truth if something is bothering you, right?"

His jaw tensed for a moment and his eyes looked at his hands.

"What's with these sudden questions?"

"Yes or no"

"I would."

Your eyes didn't waver. He wasn't one to be easily impressed, but the straightforwardness of your words had taken him aback.

"Did you ever feel like you were taking advantage of me?"

He blinked

"Why are you asking me this? Are you truly ok?"

Discomfort grew in his chest the more you spoke. What had happened back home?

"Yeah. Just... something stupid my parents said that made me angry"

"Tell me." It wasn't a question, neither an order. A concerned inquiry.

"You know that when reaching a certain age, you are asked about dating and such. I said that I didn't cause I didn't have time. Which is half a lie cause I had a date with Simon yesterday."

His lips pursed softly at the confirmation. He had seen the picture. Hand in hand, a bit too intimate. He stared at the image for longer than he should.

"And... long story short, they warned me, more like forced an exposition in the cons about getting involved with an older man." You sighed to catch your breath. "Like if I wanted to hear how my dad projected hard on that"

Miguel's eyes widened in mild surprise.

"That's why I asked if you ever felt like you were taking advantage of me.

You groaned into your hands and curled your knees up to your chest.

"What about you?"

You blinked

"Have you felt manipulated in any way?"

"Not manipulated. But kept in the shadows. I... I don't get along with lying or secrecy."

"That's why the blunt questions?"

You nodded with a tiny bashful smile.

"Sorry if I'm always asking or saying things that probably make you uncomfortable."

"Well, you're one of the few people I allow to do so."

You chuckled and bumped your shoulder against his arm playfully.

"I would like to say that you too, but it's only Hobie and you."

"Thought baguette boy too?"

You groaned. Tears long dry.

"Ya know... I'm starting to think you just don't like him."

"Neither trust him."

"Why though? Like... You said he was up to something. Have you met him before?" You gestured for him to explain himself.

"No."

"Then, you're just assuming things and being mean."

"No, I'm not. I don't have to know someone to see their intentions. It's intuition, preciosa."

"Alright. Let's talk about him. If you haven't met him before how can you tell me that he's lying or hiding something."

"Again, I was young once too"

"I swear if you call old yourself once more..."

He smirked, "What will happen?"

Your cheeks flushed mildly and he titrered. With a scoff you spoke again, "You were young once too, I know, but you're so cryptic! Just say it. I don't like him cause x thing."

"Alright. I don't trust nor like baguette boy since I know he just wants to get in your pants."

"Shocker." You deadpanned

"You're not understanding, muñeca. It's actually more dangerous than you think."

You scrolled through the conversation with Simon and showed it to him. A big brazen scoff came out his mouth while looking at you.

"¿Apoco no?" (Oh really?)

"English, por favor."

He smiled upon hearing the phrase.

"And that's precisely why I am telling you that is dangerous." He pointed at your phone. "Not that he's going to physically do something to you, and he better fucking not. More like... play with your feelings in order to get in your pants."

"You really think he's only getting closer to me cause of sex?"

"I've known men that pretend love for less."

"Have you done that?"

He scrunched his nose in disgust, "No. I rather be honest, even if that gets me the opposite outcome."

He waved a finger at you, the same way whenever he taught you something.

"It won't sound pretty. But tell me. Ever since he left, and based on what you've told me about him, did he ever try to keep in touch with you?"

"N-No. But, C'mon!, he was studying abroad. I don't know what college in France is, but-"

"He didn't, muñeca. He could've contacted you during vacations, but by your reaction, I can tell that he never did."

Your eyes gazed away from the awkward truth that had been put before you in a silver platter.

"He didn't have interest in you, until he saw you all gorgeous and amazing. And since you two have history is easy for him to approach you again."

He took your chin, and made you look at his face. Serious and sincere.

"Don't let him get what he wants"

"What if I do let him?"

He let your chin go and smiled softly.

"It'd be a shame."

"Would you be disappointed in me too?"

"No. But I won't hesitate in saying I told you so."

"My... you're kind of a jerk. But... I'm glad that I've met you."

"Not the... politest or righteous way to know someone but, yeah."

You both chuckled, you a bit sheepishly, then rested your head on his shoulder. Sunset surely made a scenery out of everything it touched. Miguel's fingers reached for your hair and caressed it softly, to then slid his hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently in an awkward hug.

"Better?"

"Yeah. You know you can count on me as well right?"

"I know."

"And if you ever feel in the blues or just want to vent out, I will listen."

"I know you will."

"Don't pull a Marguerite on me, please."

"What if I do?"

"Then, you better start looking for a new friend."

He squeezed you tighter, earning a little giggle.

"You've got a long day. Let's get you home."

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twstjam · 7 months

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Lost Invitation (Part 1) - Rain Check

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!! and happy en glomas day everyone! :D To celebrate, here's part 1 of a new fic I started writing on impulse <3

Characters: Yuu, Grim, Malleus Draconia, Heartslabyul (mentioned) Word count: 2.8k Summary: You're committed to helping Riddle Rosehearts and his card soldiers in a war against followers of the Jabberwock looking to usurp the rulers of Red and White. You're also in love with a stranger you met in the woods who wants you to run away with him. Whoever said that love and war weren't so different might've been onto something. In your experience, they're both equally difficult. Nobody ever said that you had to choose between one or the other though. Ao3 Link Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

If you were asked two years ago whether or not you wished to fight in a war, your answer, reasonably, would most definitely have been a big, fat NO. You would be quicker to pack up all your things and vanish with Grim before the enemy army could even begin their march to the Boardfield, the traditional field of battle for the Queendoms of Roses and Lilies.

Though the Rosehearts and Whitelily families are infamously known for their quarrels, it's not unheard of for them to unite in times of peril. Even when currently under the leadership of constantly-conflicting young rulers Riddle Rosehearts and Wystan Whitelily this isn't untrue. When the Jabberwocks declared war on the Whitelilies, Riddle had been quick to offer his assistance.

And as someone working for the Rosehearts family, that had meant your assistance as well.

And you didn't want to be involved in a war. No one did. All of this had nothing to do with you, a magicless outsider who couldn't contribute meaningfully if you tried, so really it was best that you got out of the way as soon as possible… but who would you be if you didn't at least try to help out your friends?

You don't know when it happened, but the card soldiers and Riddle himself have become almost like family to you.You have no obligation to stay and help, even Riddle had assured you of that, but you're still not sure if it's your lack of self-perservation or sheer stupidity that had told him you wouldn't leave.

Even if it was expected, being a part of a war was hard and stressful and the days seemed to stretch longer and longer. You spend practically every waking and sleeping moment working tirelessly near a cauldron, brewing potion after potion for the use of the card soldiers. Your alchemy skills had been taught by famed alchemist Divus Crewel himself, but they can only take you so far.

You barely get full eight hours of sleep. You don't even want to imagine how Riddle and Wystan are faring. You barely see your friends anymore, let alone in a peaceful environment, and every time they head out with the troops there's no guarantee they would return.

Your days are hectic and unpredictable… but, at the very least, you have something to look forward to. Something to ground you and make you feel at ease. Or more accurately… a someone.

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Potion ingredient runs are your favorite to do. At the very least, you do them once a week, but if potions are burnt through fast then the travels to gather herbs become more and more frequent, to your delight. Stressed as you are, you're not eager to do work as much as you are eager to get out of your cramped room cluttered with books and scrolls and herbs that is also more often than not reeking with the mixture of smells of dozens of different potions. You spend so much time in there though that you barely notice until you're walking out of a magic mirror into the open outdoors lush with greenery and colourful with blooming flowers of sweet fragrances.

Being surrounded by the beauty of nature is only one of the upsides though. As your horse brings you and the wagon deeper into the quiet but lively woods, tall, decayed stone walls slowly come into view. So many plants have made themselves at home in the cracks between the stone that from a distance it's not recognizable as an aged structure forgotten by time.

Once upon a time it was a grand tower home to a reclusive mage and alchemist. They kept their research hidden away and secret from the world… that is, until, other mages discovered their body in the tower about a decade after their death.

A majority of folk are scared to even speak about the tower, let alone visit it, and maybe once you would've been the same, but living in a haunted mansion for a few months sort of desensitizes one to the presence of any kind of ghost.

Ace and Deuce had gotten concerned when you bragged about it once. They were probably right to be, but it's not like it'd be any good even if you were afraid of ghosts. Instead of the phantom of a paranoid, lonely mage, when you had visited the tower for herbs for the first time you had instead encountered a very alive mage instead, though he's not any less lonely and secretive.

Your mysterious horned friend, whom Grim had creatively dubbed Tsunotarou, had been haunting the old ruins one night while you were gathering some rare nocturnal herbs. You had gotten spooked by a pair of reptilian green eyes peering at you from the dark, but Tsunotarou, though he was tall and horned and wrapped in elegant robes made out of the night sky, had seemed more wary of your unassuming human presence garbed in a stained alchemist's uniform. He hadn't been expecting someone else to be there. At least that made two of you.

Despite the surprise of an unwanted companion at his beloved abandoned ruins, Tsunotarou had come back, and the two of you had struck a conversation. Considering the oddness of both of your choice of location to spend your evenings, it wasn't hard to think of things to talk about. Somehow, this had led into a friendship forming between the two of you, and now when you go on your trips for herbs, it also means seeing Tsunotarou. It means cosy evenings picking herbs while he talks your ear off about the most niche topics, at the same time staining his own gloves with dirt and tearing them on briars as he helps you.

You never ask him to help. He had simply commented once that it seemed like tiring work, at the same time asking you what herbs you needed before kneeling down and gathering them for you. It's become routine since then for him to assist you, and neither of you say anything about it as you work in the comfort of each other's presence.

In a hectic life, Tsunotarou has become your anchor, your safe space. Your home away from home. The closeness you feel with him sort of just crept up on you one day, and before you know it he's made himself at home in your heart. You don't know—can't know if you're as important to him and you'd never ask, but he's become close to you like you've become close to him and you're angry at yourself for it because now your stupid heart wants to do anything for him like it does with Riddle and the others and you definitely don't have enough space on your shoulders for it.

So it's painful when Tsunotarou looks at you, no doubt taking in the sight of your paled skin and sunken eyes and says, "Come home with me."

You know why he asks. Had asked it before, and it had hurt just as much the other times, but he keeps asking, persistent. It's something you've learned is part of his non-human biology, something that comes with his horns, his tail, his eyes, his ears, and his fangs. It's part of who he is to want to keep people close, like his grandmother, his parents, his caretaker Lilia, and now you.

"I can't," you say, every time. You want to but at the same time you don't. You're curious and eager to see more and learn more about your dear friend (perhaps even his actual name one of these days), but your heart also belongs with Riddle and the card soldiers and you won't abandon them. "You know I can't."

"And you know I cannot bear seeing you so overworked and exhausted," Tsunotarou says, gentle but also stern as he caresses your cheek in his hand and despite your refusal of his offer to care for you, you lean into his touch, your heart yearning for comfort after denying it for too long.

"You also know your mother doesn't like humans," you remind him.

"I will hide you, then," he says, insistent, despite how the idea is so childish to the point that you laugh.

"That's not going to work and you know it."

"You will not believe the fabrications my mother would believe if they were to come from me," Tsunotarou boasts, his head tilted up in pride at being a mama's boy. You huff a fond laugh.

"Still, no matter how much she loves you I don't think she would appreciate you hiding a strange human in her home without her permission." You cradle his hand on your cheek with your own and lower it away. You're immediately mournful at the loss of his touch, but thankfully you have the impulse control to be able to release his hand and begin the walk back to your wagon, where you would then go home with all of your gathered ingredients and… go straight back to work.

Tsunotarou catches your hand before you can get far. You don't have to look to see the pleading expression on his face and you don't want to, instead smiling sadly at your feet.

"We shall get our own place then," he blurts out. "Just the two of us. Nobody can bother us ever again. There will be no wars. You will not have to work a day in your life. Let me take care of you."

You're too stunned to speak. His words leave you breathless, pondering if he knew the weight behind saying something like that, the implications. If he knows that his touch sends goosebumps rising through your skin, makes you yearn and ache as he laces his fingers with yours and squeezes.

You don't notice him sidling up closer behind you until he is. He tugs on your hand and turns you around with his other hand on the small of your back. You're face-to-chest with him, having to place your hands on his firm chest and crane your neck to look up at him. It's a mistake, because the desperation in his eyes frighteningly makes your resolve falter.

"Please," he whispers in a tone perhaps unbefitting of someone so imposing in appearance but to you could not be more fitting for your gentle, caring friend. "Stay with me."

You're helpless as he curls gentle clawed fingers around your jaw and leans down. Hot breath ghosts over your lips. You shudder, and the urge to close the distance is so overwhelming—

You pull away. Blink. Squint your eyes shut to force away the images that crop up in your mind of him. Him and you. Together.

"No," you whisper. "I… we can't."

He doesn't have to ask why. It's obvious enough based on the confused and hurt furrow of his brow.

There are many reasons why. You're afraid. You don't know his name. He loves his mother and his mother would hate him. He's noble-blooded and you're not. He's a mage and you're magicless. He's something much greater regardless of whatever kind of being he is. You're just you. You're useless. Can't even help your friends enough that they won't have to deal with all the bullshit with the Jabberwocks anymore and live peaceful lives again.

"It's… not the right time," you say with a small squeeze around his own hand. "We both have responsibilities that we have to put first."

You're not fully confident that the opportunity will arrive. Who knows how much longer the war will last. Tsunotarou might even find someone actually worthy of him by then, so you don't want to get your hopes up. At the very least you can reject him in a way that won't squash his, and you're relieved when his eyes brighten.

"Someday, then," he says, and it's not set in stone but still he sounds as if he's convinced it's written in the stars. Someday. Someday.

Tsunotarou bends at the waist and kisses your knuckles. Warmth gathers in your face and you have to force back a lopsided smile. Maybe it isn't so bad to have something to look forward to…

"Someday," you echo back.

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You're startled awake by an odd sound.

You look down and realise you'd fallen asleep on your desk again. There's drool staining the page you'd been reading, a complicated recipe on a type of energy elixir you're trying to memorise. You wipe the corner of your mouth, no longer concerned at being annoyed by being woken up from a nice dream that's already fading from your mind, instead relieved that there's no one (Ace) around to make fun of you for drooling on invaluable books again…

Wait, where's Grim?

You remember that he had been dozing off in a corner of the desk, curled up on top of an open book with the excuse that he was "helping" (he does help, bless him, but sleep was calling to him in that particular moment) but he's not there. You sit up and look around. His bed by the window is empty, and so is every other surface in the room he could to lounge on regardless of whether or not it was a book or a scroll and you needed it.

It's not unlikely for him to wander off of course, but a part of you feels strangely antsy at having found yourself alone. Technically, you're not alone. Riddle and the others aren't around again unfortunately, having left to meet up with Wystan and his own soldiers with your fresh potions, but there are the ghosts of the castle lurking about somewhere or other and the castle staff, too. None of them are around at the moment though, so your surroundings feel eerily quiet and lonely.

That's likely why you feel so unnerved, you think, as you get up from your chair to begin looking for Grim. He's likely to be in the kitchen, the gluttonous thing. You stretch out your sore limbs and your stomach rumbles. Grabbing a snack doesn't sound too bad.

You fix the pouches on your belt that had gotten a bit crooked and leave your room. There's no one around that you can see. It's not unusual; it is a big castle, but for whatever reason you feel tingles go up your back, your body wary of a nonexistent danger behind you. You take a step forward—

"*FGNAAAAA!!! Unhand me! Myah! Henchman, *help!!!*"

"Grim?!" You whirl around at the sound of his voice and sprint in its direction. You skid to a stop, blood going cold when you see five people dressed in uniforms with the emblem of a creature with eyes of flame, rough hands trying to get a grip at Grim's wriggling body.

Jabberwocks. And they have Grim.

"That's the alchemist!" shouts out one of the Jabberwocks trying to secure Grim. The three currently unoccupied immediately lunge towards you and you barely slip away.

You almost trip over your feet as you try to reach into your pouches while at the same time evading the intruders. Grim is hissing and yelling. You grit your teeth and, with conviction, pull out a small bottle of translucent orange liquid. You toss it at their feet and the splatters of liquid that fly up into the air come to life and cranky fire lizards climb up their bodies and burn through their clothes. As they scream and try to throw off the lizards, you run past them with another potion in hand, ready to aim it at Grim's captors.

One of the two trying to keep him still intercepts your throw, grasping your wrist and twisting it painfully behind your back until you drop the potion. You yell out in pain, your vision blurry with tears as you're forced down to the floor.

"Get your hands off of my henchman!" Grim yowls. He leaps out of the grasp of the Jabberwock and blue fire spurts out of his mouth and catch on the clothes of your assailant.

He breathes in for a stronger burst of fire but the other Jabberwock grab him and frantically lock an anti-magic collar around his neck.

You kick and struggle beneath the Jabberwock on your back. You reach desperately for the other potions on your belt, all the while screaming a lot of choice words in a voice you hope is shrill enough to deafen or call other people to come to your and Grim's rescue.

You're quickly silenced with a gag, blindfolded, tied up, and unceremoniously slung over someone's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You continue to kick and scream, but it's useless as magic swirls around you and both you and Grim vanish from the castle.

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haravath0t · 1 year

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The Tale of the Lone Glaze Lily

A/N: hey guys!! Long time no see! After a whole year of not writing, I decided to go ahead and get back to it with a new fandom that I recently got into! It’s my first work for Genshin Impact, so I hope anyone reading this is satisfied! Thank you so much @honeystevie for being the best beta reader and for hearing me drone about this for god knows how long!

Summary: You, the goddess of song, decided to celebrate Morax’s birthday one day in Mt. Tianheng with a glaze lily. Who would have thought thousands of years later the memory was as clear as day, with a lone glaze lily yet to bloom standing in its place?

Pairing: Zhongli x god!fem!reader

Word Count: 2.4 K

Content/Content Warnings: angst, mentions of death (reader), fluff, a tiny deviation from the lord to fit the plot

“Morax!” You cheer gleefully, skipping towards his figure before cupping his cheeks with your warm hands. “I have something to show you tonight, if you’re willing to join me.” Morax couldn’t help the smile that graced his face at the sound of excitement that laces your voice. Guizhong couldn’t help but laugh at the two of you as she collects the now empty cups from him and Cloud Retainer, who had paid the two a short visit in honor of Morax’s birthday.

“I relieved him of his duties tonight, he’s all yours.” Guizhong says to you, before greeting Morax a happy birthday once more for the night.

“Lead the way,” he chuckles, his fingers laced with yours as you walk to Mount Tianheng begins. One that is filled with mindless conversation and laughter until you abruptly halt into a stop.

“I need you to close your eyes for me.” You say quickly, trying your best to cover his eyes with your own hands. He chuckles at this futile attempt.

“My dear,” he starts teasingly before closing his eyes. “You must think of much more clever ways to execute your plan.” A snicker cannot be held back by him as you hurl insults towards him as you guide him by the hand.

“Alright, Morax. Open your eyes for me.” And so he does, and the sight is one to behold: one that overlooks the unusually calm sea, with the stars of Teyvat and Liyue’s mountains providing a glamorous backdrop. “Isn’t it beautiful? I’ve been eyeing this place for ages, and I thought I could share it with you tonight on your birthday.” You say, nervously biting your lip as you analyze your lover’s handsome features as you sit yourselves down on the blanket you had laid out, never letting go of your hold on his hand.

Morax was speechless, for aside from the natural beauty surrounding you two, was a bottle of osmanthus wine alongside dishes that Marchosius had made. But one thing had caught his eye: a bud of a glaze lily. You chuckle nervously when you notice this, tightening your hold on his hand. You start to feel warm out of embarrassment, closing your eyes to ignore the gaze of your lover as your lips part to sing. Morax recognizes the song as the one you have always sang as you pranced through the flower fields alone, lips curving at the sound of the familiar melody as he looks at your embarrassed expression. His free hand could not help but gently cup your cheek. His smile widens seeing your eyes open wide in surprise as they meet his amber ones, shock being evident as your ears recognize his own deep voice singing the song alongside you.

Shock then turns into glee as you two sing the song together, feeling the rough pad of his thumb gently caress your cheek. It doesn’t take long until the familiar fragrance of the flower fills the air. The only time Morax felt you let go of his hand was to pluck the now bloomed flower and to tuck it into his hair. He sees you smile bashfully along with amusement, and the prime adeptus’ heart flutters. A once unfamiliar emotion now frequently visits the moment you are the center of his attention.

“You have sung this beautiful melody many times over, and have taught it to our people of the Guili Assembly. Is it wrong for me to want to sing it alongside you?” He asks curiously, watching as your eyes try to avoid him as you think of a response back.

“No, it’s just–” you start, letting your fingers entangle with his locks of hair. “Your voice, you singing my song is a gift to me, yet tonight was meant for me to be able to shower you with gratitude.” You giggle as he brings your body closer to his, your back against his chest as you overlook the sea below. The god is pensive as he nuzzles himself into your neck, his arms embracing you tightly as the coastal wind blows through you two.

“Y/N,” he calls affectionately, his soft and rich voice close to your ear. “This time has never been easy for the Guili Assembly, for the people that reside in it. It was not till Guizhong and I met that I began to see the vastness of this world. But more importantly, it was not until I met you in the field of glaze lilies that I began to see the world that you do.” He hears you giggle at his display of affection and feels your fingers gently trace the patterns that adorn his arms. “It’s true!” He huffs, “My ultimate point is, as long as I am still a reason to make you laugh, to make you smile, then my heart will constantly be full.”

You nibbled on your bottom lip, unable to process his words. Despite the intimate moments you two have shared, you still fail to acknowledge that Morax truly had only set his gaze upon you and willingly chose you and depended on you the way you had with him. Admitting that you were rendered speechless by his words, you opted to bring his hand to your lips, placing gentle kisses on each of his knuckles. “Morax. My Morax.” Joy is evident in your tone as you relax into his body, allowing the warmth to fully surround you.

Birthdays to Morax were a useless concept that humans adored. It definitely should not have to apply to beings like him, for his life span is so wide that generations of humans come and go in the snap of a finger. He used to scowl at the mere idea of joining humans, for it was as he argued, “was not part of the contract between him and humans”. However, seeing you actively celebrate with humans despite your age, and despite watching them come and go has made him think; maybe it was okay to commemorate the work done by him and the adepti, and be able to take a quick break. To step back and appreciate what has been done before he works again. He didn’t understand until this very moment as time stills in this intimate moment shared between the two of you. “Let’s stay like this,” he murmurs, rough fingers gently finding their way to your chin, allowing your eyes to meet as he repeats his request. “Let’s stay like this for a while.” His eyes marvel at your beauty as he notices the stars reflecting in your gentle and loving gaze. His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, unaware you were doing the same, wishing for this same request. You offer him a smile as your eyes close before you feel a gentle warmth on your lips.

A relieved sigh leaves Morax’s lips as his lips intertwined with yours, a selfish hold on you as he silently wishes for his eternity to consist of moments like this with you. “I love you, my songbird.” He murmurs affectionately, earning a hum from you in return before pulling away ever so slightly, breathless from the needy kiss.

“I love you too, Morax,” you breathe, “May your birthdays be filled with laughter and song. Just like tonight.”

That is now all but a memory he clenches so close to his chest, thousands of years later, in a new Liyue, without you. Each and every birthday he has experienced since your passing has caused him to reminisce of how things were before. This year has proven to be no different until the traveler and Paimon unknowingly snap him out of his reverie.

“Zhongli!” Paimon calls out, her arm waving as the man looks back at them with a kind smile. “It’s us! We wanted to see you for your special day! See? We even have your letter here!”

“Traveler, Paimon. What a surprise to see you too tonight,” He jokes with a small chuckle before motioning to the empty seats by the table. “Would you like to take a seat and have dinner beside me? My treat.”

“You know Paimon can never resist an offer for good food!” She squeals, feet kicking in the air as she takes her place beside the traveler.

It doesn’t take long for the three to squeeze in a short conversation after the orders are in, one that was, as always, leading to the retired archon to showcase his knowledge of Liyue’s rich history.

Iron Tongue Tian cuts their conversation short as he catches their attention as well as the other customers. “My dear customers, if it’s alright, I will now tell the tale of the Lone Glaze Lily.”

The crowd has completely hushed by the time he starts, even the traveler had looked upon the storyteller with such interest as he tells of yet another tale of Rex Lapis and Guizhong and the Guili Assembly, as well as how the goddess of dust had a particular liking to the now rare flower.

What the traveling pair had failed to see at first, was how the amber eyes of the former archon fell as the story went on.

By the time applause and cheers had arisen from the story’s conclusion, the traveler had looked at Zhongli and saw his seat now vacant. “Hey, where did Zhongli go?!” Paimon questions, worry evident in the floating companion’s voice as the food they ordered finally is set on the table. “He said it was his treat! Who has the Mora to pay for all this?!”

The traveler looks around and sees the ex-Archon take his usual leisurely stroll through Liyue Harbor, yet spots that it is as if he’s in a trance. The god strolled through Liyue Harbor, past Yujing Terrace, and up into Mt. Tianheng, where now sits a singular glaze lily. Planted by him, of course, in remembrance of you, yet it had not bloomed for ages. The hustle and bustle of Liyue Harbor is no longer present and is now replaced with the sound of birds and crickets as he sits down beside it, placing his offering of tea.

“Good evening, Y/N. My dear.”

Morax shuts his eyes tightly, desperately even, trying his hardest to remember you as if he just saw you yesterday. As if he had just met you singing to the glaze lilies. As if you had brought him up here for the first time. Anything to avoid the recurring painful memory he carries all too often. Taking a deep breath he opens his eyes and looks at the glaze lily before looking out at the harbor. “So much has happened this year,” he starts. “Everything I have thought about has been carried out. The era of the adepti has come to an end. But,” he halts, recalling how you willingly mingled with the people with such joy and little to no hesitation. “You must be looking down on this nation proudly. You probably even sensed it before I did, didn’t you?” As expected, silence is what he is met with, just as the millennia before and the millennia before.

“I see you almost everywhere, everyday.” The more he recognizes your songs still being sung by the various people in Liyue, the less he fights the tears that fall from his eyes. Only a tiny bitter laugh escapes his lips as he looks up to the skies of Teyvat, as if he’s searching for something. For someone. Hoping that they listen to his chatter.

“Today they told of the glaze lily you had planted for me here, dear. It’s quite evident the history of it had eroded and changed to the way it is told today,” he muses. “Thousands of years have passed, and yet the misconceptions that come with Guizhong and I as leaders of Liyue’s people continue on. Even our friend the traveler believes this to be true.”

He gazes on the flower, carefully observing it as it sways in the winter wind. “If only Liyue knew how much you offered to its people,” he sniffs, vision blurring as hot, salty tears stain his cheeks. “And what you have done for me.”

He no longer cares that these tears continue to fall, or if anyone watches them at all, for the sight of Liyue Harbor occupies his attention, and how you would adore the twinkling lights that flicker within all the buildings and shops. You would have loved people watching with him, seeing the Fishmongers drink together in joy or couples eyeing the waterfalls in Yujing Terrace. He’d even be willing to bet his last Mora that you would take him by the hand and take him back down to see if you can manage to be seated at the Pearl Galley and watch an opera. He would be willing to see you do this for millennia to come as long as he was beside you. He can only hope you would think that he did a good job. That he can finally call it a day and let the age of humans commence.

He can only hope that by having planted this glaze lily, that you have watched it all from here with a proud smile.

“Zhongli?” A voice calls softly, causing him to once again return to reality, turning his tear-stained face to see the traveler again.

“Ah, traveler,” Zhongli greets, wiping his cheeks with his gloved hands. “My apologies for my abrupt departure. I had to…think over some things.”

“That’s what I wanted to ask you about. What’s wrong? Did something put you deep in thought?” The traveler questions, taking a seat next to Zhongli.

Zhongli could not help but look over to the bud beside him. A small faint smile graces his face upon the realization that you can still live on despite the age of humans commencing.

And it can start with what he does best.

“If you can indulge me on this “birthday” traveler, I would like to tell you the true story of how this lone glaze lily sitting here beside me came to be.”

And so the traveler sits and listens as the retired archon once again recollects his memories of you, telling of how you have crossed paths with him to the songs you have left behind for the people of Liyue to sing. The traveler can even argue that genuine smiles appeared on Zhongli’s face as he kept talking about you.

If the traveler had looked over Zhongli’s shoulder as he sang the song you two sang that one night, they might even see the lone glaze lily changing beside him.

Its blue petals had spread, opening itself to hear the familiar song once again.

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heartofwritiing · 2 years

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jack russell unable to control himself from smelling you

idc how or why just pls make it happen

Your scent

paring: Jack Russell x fem!reader

a/n: So many jack requests! im so happy you all want me to write for him! bare with me though i’m still trying to figure out how to write him since he’s kinda a new character and he only has so much screen time to go off of! also its crazy how we all collectively were like omg yes during that scene… buy me a coffee

warning(s): just short, jack being kinda cuddly, werewolf smelling lol, and fluffy!! unedited!

Jack had stoped in his tracks when his nose caught smell of something nearby. It was sweet and filled his lungs with a smoothness when he inhaled again.

It was coming from his bedroom. He wanders to the door and opens it to see you sitting on the armchair, curled up with a book as the rain falls down the window. He admires you for a moment, looking so comfortable and at peace in your own little world. Then he realizes the sweet smell is coming from over where you are.

Jack moves closer until he’s standing over you and you’re so caught up in your book that you’re startled when you feel his presence come up behind you. You look up at him frowning as he leans down to you.

“Jack?” you say.

When he reaches you close enough that his nose is touching the top of your head he inhales. You were used to this especially the days following his transformation. The wolf would still linger in his human form after a full moon phase, and sometimes it would show. Like you would catch little things he’d do; scratching behind his ears in a dog like manner, or in this case smelling you like a scratch n sniff and being a needy and cuddly. You thought it was cute.

He continues to sniff through your hair frantically so you say his name again.

“Did you change your shampoo?” he asks.

“Yes, why? do you not like it?” you shift in your seat to face him. If the smell bothered him too much due to his heightened senses or he didn’t like it because of the scent then you would have to find some other type. He immediately sensed your uneasiness.

“No, no, it’s lovely.” he expresses kneeling down to sit on his knees so he could meet your eye level. “I actually, really like it.” he confesses shyly.

You grin up at him the worry flowing away from you and giggle. Oh thank havens it doesn’t bother him. “you do?” He nods.

“It’s very nice, what is the scent I can’t quite place it.” He tilts his head to place a kiss on your forehead but not before smelling your hairline again. You giggle again at the absurdity of all this.

“It’s lavender,”

You feel his lips hum against your skin in delight. Your book is long forgotten as you let Jack pamper you with kisses. It was a little strange having your boyfriend smell you, but it made him happy and calmed his inner wolf so it didn’t matter to you.

“wait, there's something else,” he moves further down to your neck and moves your hair out of the way with a quick brush of his hand. His hot breath fans against the nape of your neck, and he inhales the fragrance there.

“Is it honey?”

“mhm, and oat.” you tell him.

“I apologize if this is strange mi querida…” he looks down awkwardly as he pulls back from your body. You knew Jack could be insecure about these things, after all it really wasn’t his fault. it was just his way of remembering you as well. You reach your hand up to cup his cheek and persuade him to look back at you.

“It isn’t strange, I wouldn’t be here If I couldn’t handle you smelling me.” you assure. as you speak your hand drifts behind his head to pet his hair in a comforting manner. He relaxes. “I know you can’t help the urges sometimes.”

He smiles at you affectionately and you can see his love for you in just a simple gaze and it makes your heart beat quicker.

“What did I do to deserve you my flor,”

Suddenly Jack is scooping you in his arms and carrying you bridle style all while you’re laughing. He lays you down into the covers on his bed and slides in next to you.

“My Flower?” you lift an eyebrow when you both settle into bed.

“It is fitting, no?” he pulls you closer to his chest. “because you’re like my own flower.” He sighs into your collarbone and you both lay there in bed enjoying each other’s presence.

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lunarmoonanons · 8 months

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Wilted Rose

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Can you please write an angst fic where Maegor and his Tyrell wife’s youngest son is revealed to be allergic to the flowers in his mother’s garden so Maegor has all the flowers removed?

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Sequel to Dragon's Rose

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It was widely debated on whether or not Maegor loved his children. He had a fondness for his girls and was proud of his sons. Having nine children made it difficult to zero in on that integral feeling of love. For he was still strict with all his children. People agreed that he loved his Tyrell wife, but many said that only happened after she gave him children. He was strict with her as well.

YN loved her children, even though every time she looked at her sons she always saw Maegor’s face. She would spend a lot of time with her children. Her favorite time’s with her children were in the gardens that hosted her favorite flowers. Even though she was a Tyrell, her favorite flowers were lilies. She had her own path of lilies back at highgarden, and in an attempt to keep his wife happy Maegor had her favorite flower littered around the gardens of the Red Keep.

YN started to notice something wrong with her youngest son, Laenyx. The four year old loved spending time with his mother, and since he was the youngest son he was allowed to be coddled and babied. So whenever she was in the garden, the little boy was right behind her. Holding her skirts and smelling the flowers with his mother. Though lately when he would smell the lilies with his mother he would sneeze and cough violently. His skin would turn red and patchy, becoming unbearably itchy. Eventually YN couldn’t bear seeing her son suffer when in the garden, so she reluctantly removed herself from the garden.

It was widely noticed at the dower mood of the queen. How depressed she became at the loss of her precious outdoor time. YN felt like a bot of her soul was gone at the fact her body was trapped in the red keep she hated so much. Eventually Maegor grew to notice his wife’s depressed mood. Normally he would let her be, and attend to his other wives. But YN was his favorite wife. His successful and loving bride. So he resolved himself to fix her sour mood.

“There’s no need to stand.” Maegor said as he entered his wife’s room. She was sitting by the fire, reading a book.

“What can I do for you husband?” YN asked, placing her book down and tried to wrap her robe around her body as a weak attempt to hide herself from him.

“I would ask what I can do for you, dear love.” He knelt in front of her and took her small hand into his.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. I’m perfectly happy.” YN tried to assure him.

“Now I am not stupid, YN. I am observant and I’ve seen your unhappiness, the whole of the Keep has.” Maegor began to rub his thumb over her knuckles. “Now tell me what is wrong.”

YN looked away and bit her lip. Trying to navigate what she wanted to say without having him feel the need to impose himself in her life further. “I’ve just.. missed the garden these past days. That’s all.”

“Then why do you deprive yourself of them? I’ve not made it impossible to see them.”

“I Know. I know. But it’s the lilies.” YN looked at her husband who nodded at her to explain. “Laenyx is intolerable of them. The maester says his body cannot tolerate the pollen and fragrance they give off. And he spends all his time that he can with me. So I can’t have him suffer just because I want a walk in the garden.”

“I see.” Maegor stood up.

“I didn’t mean to keep this from you!” YN hurriedly explained. “It just you have so much to deal with already and I spend all my time with the younger children anyways tha-”

“I will see what I can do.” Maegor interrupted.

“But… there's nothing to do. It's just the body’s nature sometimes to reject certain plants. I don’t think you can do anything for me.” YN stood up.

Maegor held her face in his hands and placed a kiss on her forehead. “YN. You are my wife. You have given me nine children. If I fail you now then I am a pathetic husband. You will have your walks in the garden.”

With that he left the room and YN collapsed to the floor, taking in deep breaths. Even after all this time, she still feared what Maegor would do. Especially in the name of love for her.

Few days later, YN was in the children’s room playing with her youngest two. Laenyx and his sister Daela jumped around their mother as she smiled and tickled them. Their time together was cut short by a guard coming into the room.

“Excuse me, your majesty. But the king would like to see you and your children in the garden.” YN stood and picked up her little girl, holding her son’s small hand in her own.

Once they made it to the garden. YN noticed the fragrance of lilies burnt wafted through the air. She looked around the garden and noticed her flowers were gone. A fire just outside the garden caught her attention, making her unable to notice Tyanna coming up behind her.

“Maegor has done a great service for you, little rose.” Tyanna whispered in her ear, making YN jump.

“What do you mean?” YN held her children closer.

“Here he comes now. Ask about the flowers.” With that the strange woman slinked away.

YN looked around and saw no lilies, She saw roses, daisies, and many more. But none of her dear lilies. Maegor came to her and kissed her forehead. YN swallowed her sadness and looked up at him.

“I have given you a new garden.”

“Where are my lilies?” YN asked.

“I had them burned. Now there is nothing to stop you from spending time with our children in the garden.” Maegor stated as though he did her a great favor. “Now you shall be happy in the garden, with all these new flowers. Isn’t that wonderful?”

YN blinked away her tears quickly before Maegor could see her sad expression. She plastered on a pleasant smile and gave Maegor a kiss. “It is a lovely gesture. Isn’t that right Laenyx? Thank your father.”

Laenyx nodded and gave his father a hug. YN continued to smile the rest of the day, never letting anyone see her crumbling soul. Her lips remained stretched until she made her way to her bed. She sat on the edge and placed a pillow over her face, gripping it tightly as she muffled her scream against the fabric. The scream turned into a sob and she held the pillow close to her face until she was all cried out. Those lilies were her own little escape from Maegor. And like her family, he took them away as well. It felt like every little thing that was hers was slowly slipping away from her grasp. She wondered when he would take her children from her. Her little lilies.

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overtaken-stream · 1 month

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α!Gagamaru Gin x Gn! β!Reader headcanon

Omegaverse is my guilty pleasure don't @ me.

Warnings: Gagamaru is a bit weird, Silly even(he's insane)

There is always that distinctive scent lingering on you, the smell that you try to explain but your vague ability stops you from pointing it out precisely. It must be strong if your nose can pick it out. So misty, cold, and incredibly familiar. No matter how many times you wash the school uniform and scrub your skin red, it comes back the next day, at what time you can never point it out, however, it's evident that it's from school.

Gin is all-natural through and through (except when it comes to his hair), and the perfumes often irritate his sensitive nose, same with sweet-smelling shampoos and body wash, he believes that they are artificial smells that stain people's true character, he has also found that those who use fake odors have many insecurities to hide, be it their second gender or their natural aroma is an unfavored one in society, it does not bother him, but he has never favored deceit. Gin believes that his smell is quite pleasant, probably influenced by all the time he and his family spent hiking when he was a pup. It reminds him of the scent of rain, petrichor was what the doctor called it when he presented. A compliment that his brain only remembered because of the correct adjective used to describe his recently discovered asset.

He remembers it all too well, the overwhelming mix of raw and false fragrances in his middle school class, packed in a classroom with no windows open. He couldn't help the scrunched nose showing on his face every day, trying to find clean air to breathe without the biological chemicals burning off his nose, for the first time in his life, Gin could clearly express his emotion all thanks to newly flowered instincts and his personal preference. It was a shame it had to be distaste. As a pup, he dreamed of having long limbs to hike with, cross the rivers, and climb on rocks without his father helping him, but if this is what it's like to be a grown-up, smelling all the smelly smells that smell bad or good, he would rather be a pup forever.

His keen hearing and eyesight are no match for his sense of smell, but now he could pick out his parent's residual odor on the school campus, hours after they've left.

Maybe it was his bias that made him favor Betas more than Omegas and Alphas, the natural and soft undertones in a society full of suffocating chemicals were liberating for Gin.

His nose was able to smell the uplifting aroma that you contained, weaker than ever hidden behind countless scents. It stayed like that between you and Gin, him enjoying your smell from the other side of the classroom while you took notes and never glanced in his direction, your nose is weaker than others, never truly being able to sense the intense pheromones swirling around.

His communication is not the best, however, he does not care enough to improve it anymore. Some view his nonchalant attitude and simple words as a negative trait. He wonders what you will think of it.

With a bag tossed over your shoulder, you stroll the chilly hallways, getting closer and closer to your destination. But just as you are about to grab ahold of the handle to open the door to the classroom, it harshly unlocks itself. An unexpected occurrence makes you softly jump on your feet before even noticing the figure standing on the other side, staring down at you with a curious tint in his round eyes, he casts a shadow on you.

``Oh I'm sorry, I didn't expect anyone...`` He says.

``It's okay...`` There is not a lot to say about him, even if you are his classmate, you don't know much about him and are not planning on knowing. As you make room for him to pass, you can feel his shoulder press against yours before he finally frees the entrance and walks away from the class. It was a confusing experience, but nothing to note of.

Gin figures that his favorite activity is scenting, his mother and his father were the first people he tried to scent, and kept their scent on him as an eleven-year-old pup up til the last year of middle school.

He is aware that leaving his pheromones on your clothes isn't the best strategy, but neither is leaving his scent on your skin while knowing nothing of you. He hopes that maybe he can change that, perhaps you will recognize that the cold smell comes from him.

Gin is a person who listens to his instincts, it's a skill needed for his beloved hobbies, however lately as you come to school without his scent, the active feeling of annoyance is hard to miss, he wants nothing but to drag you into his bed and cover you with himself, until your nose smells nothing but him on you the whole week, til someone can't differentiate Gagmaru from you. Gin wants nothing but to become one with you in those mornings. It's a shame he can only touch a part of you "accidentally" for it.

He wonders if his scent ever comforts you.

Gin will always find a way to scent you no matter what, so you might as well stop trying to clean it and start seeking him out since he is the only one whose scent matches with the one clinging to you.

The nonchalant alpha has never taken any bait thrown his way, so when his classmates start looking judgemental of his actions, Gin never remembers their words, he has already answered them once and Gagamarus don't like repeating themselves.

Maybe that's how you got to the bottom of your situation, rumors and rude words about him flying through the school until they finally got mingled with your name. So that's all he had to do to make you approach him? Hmh.

You speak so calmly when he left no roundabout way for you and made you go straight to the point.

You ask him to stop scenting you?

He likes you, maybe even loves you.

You don't believe in love at sight?

That's okay, he'll make you believe it.

The next day he puts his plan to work and brings only the best snacks for you to enjoy during lunch. Try to be nice after all, it's his first time courting someone.

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stirringwinds · 3 months

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are there certain visual themes or imagery you yourself particularly associate with yao as an artist or writer? i'm trying to visualize the nations better...

hmmm, interesting question. i like incorporating nature imagery into the hetalias, especially old nations like yao. there's something mythical and compelling about the sense of age and vastness that evokes. these are some (non-exhaustive) thoughts i've had:

a. i always associate yao with rivers and water; the Yellow River in particular, which is often seen as the "cradle" of Chinese civilisation (but of course, there's also the Yangtze, and the Pearl River too). rivers are life-giving but also untameable, powerful and dangerous—the Yellow River's fertile silt birthed agriculture and civilisation, but its destructive floods have claimed uncounted lives over the millennia of Chinese history. and...that's kind of how yao is, as a nation and an empire, towards others of their kind. the source of cultural and artistic innovations, but also death. water can be fluid, life-giving and nurturing, but also as treacherous as a torrential flood sweeping everything away, no?

like the Yellow River's relationship with humanity, yao's impact on world history feels to me like this duality of life and death; peace and warfare; mentor, empire, conqueror... it's like, yao's been a teacher to many others but...i don't think their predominant image of him is as a warm and nurturing figure. maybe more so with his own people, but less so with other nations. being the old warlord he is, he'd say certain things very matter-of-factly (especially to yong-soo and kiku), about how power is the only language their kind universally understands, or about history being written by the victors (when we consider how the only surviving written sources about certain periods of asian history are only chinese ones...), inasmuch he'd talk about the importance of confucian virtue, integrity and humility on other occasions.

b. for obvious reasons; dragons—they and rivers both have that overlapping association of being serpentine, powerful and untameable. in contrast to how european dragons often took on villainous roles and were harbingers of disaster, it's important to note chinese dragons usually have far more positive cultural connotations. they symbolise prosperity, fortune and are guardians; often associated with power over water (so again; Yao and rivers and water.) many dragons are associated with a particular river or sea. they're also believed to have powers over the weather and were often prayed to. after all, the capriciousness of the rains ruled people's lives so much through natural disasters or made a difference between a bountiful harvest and a famine. so, i think at various points in history his people might also have understood him as a literal dragon (spirit/deity) walking around in a human guise. dragons are also a visual staple of chinese culture, from statues to jewellery. at the same time: while they're auspicious symbols—dragons can of course have aggressive and far less benign connotations if we consider how they became symbols of the emperor—and thus chinese imperial power and dominion over others. he evokes majesty, but also dread from that perspective.

c. plum blossoms: much like the sakura in japanese culture, plum blossoms are one beloved motif you'll see showing up in chinese art and literature throughout history. they're elegant and ethereal, also a symbol of both transience and renewal in a way, i'd say—their blossoms wither and die, but they come back each year. there's also that saying about how without a bitter cold, you won't have the sweet fragrance of plum blossoms, because they start blooming in winter. that's...very yao to me. china, as an idea, makes me think of a lot of elegant and refined traditional culture (like poetry or paintings) which plum blossoms recall—but i also think of humbler themes—the simpler idea of someone and something who is enduring, adaptable and resilient. who endures the harshest weather time and time again until spring arrives, the way my (peasant) ancestors probably did, carving their way through all the hardships of chinese history. yao might appear refined in an indulgent, wealthy way when he's dressed in his finest silk hanfu or a smart western suit in the modern day—but if you shake his hand, his palms are always callused and you can just see the weight (and hard-won experience) of centuries in his gaze.

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Frozen heart knows no pain

Part 1

Chapter 1

Bi Han knelt in front of his father, biting his tongue until it bled, not daring to oppose a single word he said. 'You are the heir to this great clan. You should understand better than anyone how important this alliance is to us. Cut this thread and everything we've ever held dear will disappear.'' Of course, Bi Han understood. But he didn't understand why he should commit his life to a woman he had no feelings for. There were enough noble families in their clan that were devoted to Lin Kuei with all their hearts - marrying one of them off to the daughter of a friendly clan was quite possible. Why him? He hadn't even seen this woman's face!

So many thoughts were running through his head that it was about to explode. His father would be happy that this unworthy son would die here with his head bowed in shame. Clenching his hands into fists, scratching his palms, Bi Han nodded in agreement. The Grandmaster wouldn't accept any other answer anyway.

Kuai Liang and Tomas stood outside the door, humbly waiting for their brother. They hoped that their brother would be able to persuade their father not to be so rash, and that he would in turn be sympathetic to his son's choice. After all, there was nothing wrong with Bi Han falling in love with a simple village girl; besides, Mingzhu was a Lin Kuei warrior with potential.

But from Bi Han's slumped and irritable look, they realised that the attempt had failed.

"Don't be upset, Bi Han. Maybe we can try to convince father?" Kuai Liang offered enthusiastically, patting his older brother on the back.

However, Bi Han ignored him and silently retired to his quarters.

How naive they are…

Their father had easily fooled his brothers. He showered them with love and care and let them do whatever they wanted, thus creating the false image of a father they needed. If Bi Han had told them that they had given their hearts to a hypocrite, neither Kuai Liang nor Thomas would have believed it. They would simply conclude that Bi Han was just overheated and not thinking clearly, or that he was simply exaggerating.

Bi Han closed himself in his room without lighting the candles, walked to his bed and heavily collapsed face down on the soft pillows. He was too irritated and tired for any further training. Little did he need to injure someone else out of a fit of rage.

Unsure of how much time had passed, Bi Han heard a knock on his door. The first time, he ignored it. The second time, he ignored it… For the third time, the visitor had no more patience and raised his voice:

"Bi Han? It's me. Are you there?"

Mingzhu.

How would he face her? How would he say he had to agree to this mayhem?

"I'm coming in."

It looked like Bi Han had lain in his chambers for a very long time, since Mingzhu was in her casual clothes that she wore after training. She had a smile lighting up her face that made it seem as if she had never known adversity. The fresh fragrance of the oils on her skin pleasantly hit his nose. Bi Han slowly turned his head towards her, admiring her.

He didn't want to hurt her.

"Bi Han, I… understand. You couldn't resist Grandmaster," Mingzhu had a guilty look on her face.

Why did she feel guilty? It's not her fault at all that he's being tried to marry an unknown person! She shouldn't have to carry that burden on her.

"If I am a nuisance…"

"No."

Bi Han stood up abruptly and approached Mingzhu.

"Don't dare," he gently took her face with his palms and showered her with light kisses, "Let that old man do what he wants. But there's no way I'm giving up on you. As soon as I become Grandmaster, I will break this marriage."

"Bi Han…"

"I won't give up on you. If only you don't refuse, if only you don't want me to be a part of your life anymore, I will never accept this marriage. I don't care what anyone else thinks."

"I won't give up on you, Bi Han."

Cryomancer felt relieved. As long as they have each other, they can overcome this together. His brothers understand him and will accept any choice he makes. Mingzhu is by his side and won't give up on him, even if she has to be as a lover in everyone else's eyes. The rumours will be disgusting, but it will be his father's fault for dragging him into his games. Bi Han will be able to protect Mingzhu from evil looks and cruel sneers. All they have to do is wait until the power is in his hands. Then he can make things right.

Evenings in Harbin had never been warm. For those who once chose a life of luxury in a developed infrastructure, that did not seem to be a problem. But others who followed tradition faithfully, continuing to live as clans among the deserts, mountains and forests, coped with the cold in all sorts of ways. There were times when there was a catastrophic lack of resources for heating, and some clan warriors had to work tirelessly in the nearest towns to earn good money for firewood and coals.

As it happened, this year's winter was even harsher and more ruthless. Everyone in the small village felt its power, not risking to go outside.

Only one person was too insensitive to this weather. She didn't feel the frost that cut through her skin with sharp blades. Her heart and soul had long ago been covered with a thick layer of unbreakable ice.

Xuehua watched the woods from the balcony of her chambers, trying to digest what had happened in the past few days. As a result, they had decided to marry her off. So that she wouldn't feel "hurt" by her younger sister's gross misdemeanour. Both of them would marry worthy young men, but Xuehua would bring great benefits to their clan.

She had never experienced such an insult before. And for some reason, everyone in the clan supported her mother's decision, not caring that the victim should have gone into seclusion, come to her senses and find peace in her soul, rather than going into the arms of a strange man. And worse for the Lin Kuei Grandmaster's son.

Indeed, fate favours her.

It seemed that no one was going to stand up for her. Just hearing that a favourable candidate was coming from Lin Kuei, everyone seemed to lose their heads at the future gains. Her mother glowed with pride that her eldest daughter would be the future mistress of such an esteemed and powerful clan; some only encouraged and supported her enthusiasm. The younger sister might have opposed it, thinking it was too cruel to her. But under the pressure of the adults, she chose to remain silent, holding her fiancé's hand tightly.

'It's too late, sweetheart. There's no need to fake play. You got what you wanted,' Xuehua thought bitterly, clenching her icy hands on the railing.

"You haven't left your room in a while, jiejie. I was worried," the girl behind heard her younger brother's voice.

"It's not necessary,"

"Grandmaster was here. They have discussed things,"

"Of course they did," Xuehua snorted.

Sure enough, they had already decided everything, ignoring her existence. Mother is probably already jumping with joy.

"Maybe it's best for you, A-Hua? Away from A-Lu? It won't make you feel any better that she's staying here with that jerk. She intends to move your lab as well…"

"If she goes in there, she can't expect any good from me."

"Jiejie, I will do my best to make sure she is punished later," my brother took her cold hands in his palms, "Though I'm against mother's decision, but I think you'll do better in Lin Kuei. A-Lu gave them all sweet talk, now they're eager to get you out of here as soon as possible. Maybe they'll treat you better there. Think about it."

Brother's words didn't make it any easier. It was unlikely that she would be treated better in Lin Kuei. After all, this was a warrior clan that recognised power. And she was just a healer, albeit the best one currently living in all the clans.

Well, if there's nowhere else for her to go, she'll try to find her niche there. Maybe there'll be someone she'll feel comfortable with.

Maybe she should try to give herself and her future husband a chance.

P.S. Xuěhuā - "Snowflake", Míngzhū - "Pearl"

In the art below Xuehua's appearance close to my imagination. Art is from Pinterest, user @xichdiemcotich

#mk1 #mk #bi han #kuai liang #bi han x you #bi han x y/n #bi han x reader #sub zero #arranged marriage #mk 1 2023 #pre mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #Bi Han is in relationship before marriage #Sector and OC are bff

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