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ahgasegotarmy116 · 6 days

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Just Take It | Bonus Drabble 3

Summary: Morning sickness has hit you hard today but Jungkook's always there to take care of you no matter what mood you're in (A little glimpse into their future together) Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 2.3K~ (honestly got carried away with this one lmao) Warning: Talks about pregnancy and throwing up lmao. Suggestive language but I think that's it lol a/n: This was an ask I got and again I wrote soooo much for it compared to how long my drabbles usually are so I figured I would give you guys a little peek into their future together and do a longer one 🤭 (written in almost one sitting so yeah barely edited) Start from the beginning

I slump down on the floor, taking in the cool bathroom tiles under m knees as I throw up for what felt like the millionth time today and I have to will myself to not lay down, seeking comfort from this constant nausea I've been granted with these past few weeks.

"It's okay baby I got you. Let it all out" Jungkook mumbles next to me, holding back my hair with one hand while he rubs my back with the other. Trying his best to provide some sort of comfort in my darkest hours.

Okay that was a little dramatic but morning sickness sucks alright. And by the way, such a misleading name since I've been puking my guts out morning, noon and night.

I lean my arm against the rim of the toilet and lay my head on top of that, the dizziness settling in moments later leaving me hurling again.

Once I've finished after spending what felt like hours kneeling in front of that toilet I'm finally granted some solace, although that nausea had now been replaced with a splitting headache.

Jungkook had suggested I take a nice long bath. One that's a little on the chilly side so it'll hopefully help the dizziness subside.

He's made it no less relaxing though, giving me a new bathtub pillow with candles lit all around (unscented ones of course since strong smells have been another thing that has made me sick) and my regular ginger ale slushy he always makes me every time I get sick.

Although he tried to leave me be so I could relax I was able to easily convince him into the tub with me, begging him to massage my feet. Something he was honestly more than willing to do.

"Anything for the mother of my child" has been his favorite phrase to use ever since I got pregnant and it makes me melt every time he says it.

"You feeling any better?" he asks, having moved up my legs a bit to massage my calfs as well. "Yeah, thank you" I mumble since any loud sounds or bright lights are just the cherry on top of the things that are trying to prolong this headache.

"That's good" he says giving me a soft smile, a pained expression hidden behind it, wishing he could take away some of my pain.

"Were coming up to the second trimester right? The doctor says morning sickness usually stops once you finish up the first" he tries to encourage me, hoping to give me a light to see at the end of the tunnel.

"We've got about two weeks left" I say, sinking down further into the tub, dreading the thought of living like this for the next two weeks. "I'm sorry Bunny. If I could I would take all of this away and put it all on me. I hate seeing you like this" he finally admits what's been on his mind recently, even though it's been very apparent with every look he's given me.

"You know that I love you right?" he says, moving closer to where I am and gives me a kiss before sliding in next to me and and moving me over to where I can sit between his legs, making me lay against his chest.

"I love you too" I whisper, taking one of his hands and playing with it while the other one rubs my baby bump that's getting bigger and bigger everyday. "You're so strong for doing this for us. I'm so proud of you" he mumbles against my neck, kissing the skin there and making me truly feel so loved.

I just feel so complete with him. Like there's nothing else in the world that I could possibly want. Except for this little bean that makes me puke up every single thing I dare to eat.

"How big is it right now?" he asks, referring to the pregnancy app I downloaded. "The size of a Kumquat" I giggle, thinking about the fact that a baby that small could make me so sick.

"What's a kumquat?" he chuckles right with me, confused by the unfamiliar fruit. "It's like a mini orange but...not" I say, not super confident in my answer. He laughs again and I sigh before continuing.

"It's like the size of a really big grape...but it's citrus" I say, trying to help him visualize it but he just laughs at my efforts, switching from rubbing my tummy to hugging, pulling me in as close as he can.

I pout when he still hasn't made moves to tell me that he kind of understands what I'm saying but he just trails a few more kisses down my neck instead.

"Should I go get some next time I go to the store?" he says, changing to feather light kisses making squirm at the ticklish sensation. "You want to eat our child?" I say, turning around in his embrace, breathing in the most dramatic gasp I can muster and he rolls his eyes at me.

"You know what I mean" he groans and I respond by giving him a kiss, one that's more full of life than they have been for a while.

"The bath made you feel that much better huh?" he smirks, taking in the light in my eyes again. "Yeah, also you helped me feel better. Just a little bit" I say holding up my pointer finger and thumb bringing them close together.

"Just a little bit huh?" he says, cocking a brow at me and I know I've made a mistake, or a terribly terribly delicious mistake. Maybe a little bit of both.

"Yeah just a little bit" I say, challenging him. He quickly stands up and gets me out of the tub, drying the both of us off for a few seconds before pulling me into the bedroom and throwing me on the bed. I giggle at his actions and watch as he crawls on top of me while cup the side of his face, bringing him in closer to kiss me.

"Seems like I should try a little harder huh?" he chuckles dryly and I feel butterflies in my stomach. I wonder what the baby might feel when that happens. Do they know how nervous their daddy makes me feel sometimes?

Once we kiss for a little bit I push back on his shoulder, take in a deep breath and then push him off seconds later, running back to that same place, kneeling before that porcelain throne yet again.

He trails in after me after having put on a pair of boxers, kneeling down beside me and again trying to comfort me.

"I'm sorry" I say, trying to calm my breathing after having finished and he chuckles. "It's okay it's not your fault. I guess it's just gonna be something we gotta get used to" he says and I furrow my brows, questioning his words.

"We'll have to start being careful so we don't wake up the baby once they're here" he teases and I roll my eyes, laughing along with him at the thought of being interrupted by our children late at night.

"Hopefully that won't happen too often" I breath out, starting to focus on my breathing to stop myself from retching again. "You just gotta learn to be a little more quiet" he teases, poking me in the ribs making me push his shoulder lightly but he sways right back over to me.

"It's not just me you know" I scoff and he continues to be amused at my efforts of defense. "Whatever" I grumble, standing up and flushing the toilet before cleaning myself off again and brushing my teeth.

"Come on Bunny you know I love you" he says following me back into the bedroom and over to the closet so I can pick out something to wear to bed. "I also love all those pretty little noises you make for me" he whispers in my ear, caressing my belly again but for more sensual motives this time.

I throw one of his t shirts over my head, trapping him under it for a second before he pulls away from me so I can put it on the rest of the way.

I forego wearing anything else since I pretty much sleep naked most nights. The t shirt being a relatively new edition to provide some sort of warmth if I have to rush to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

I pull back the covers and lay in bed, him following close behind and getting in next to me, pouting from the feeling of being shut out from the silent treatment I'm giving him but he gives me time to take a breather.

"Can I hold you?" he asks in a tentative tone, not wanting to push it but still wanting to be close to me. Instead of answering I reach my arm back and grab onto his and throw it over me, taking his hand and placing it on my belly where he immediately starts to caress it, bringing those fluttery feelings back again.

"I love you Darling" he mumbles into my neck after having come closer, my back up against his chest again, our legs tangled together while he encompasses me in that love that is truly palpable. "I love you too Daddy" I mumble with a smile on my face and he smiles against my skin.

"Should I start calling you Mommy?" he teases, rubbing my belly and making me laugh. "Maybe when the baby gets here" I say, and he leans down so he can be eye to eye with my bump and starts talking to the baby.

"Hey there you little Kumquat, you better let Mommy sleep tonight you got it? She's getting cranky with me when all I wanna do is love her" he says and I wack him upside he head, leaving him groaning in fake pain and I laugh while he continues to talk to the baby.

"See? All I was doing was telling you to treat her better and then she goes and hits me. We're gonna have a serious talking to once you get out of there missy!" he says, and I laugh again, now choosing to run my fingers through his hair instead. "And now she's rewarding me, I don't know if I should praise you for that or still scold you" he pouts. "Be nice to the baby he doesn't know better" I chuckle and then he looks up at me, shocked at what I'm insinuating.

"You hear that? She called you a boy! How rude. You're obviously a girl" he counters, the two of us still at odds on the gender of this baby. "How are you so sure?" I question, curious as to why he's been so dead set on thinking it's a girl. "I looked it up" he says sitting up so he can state his case. "Oh really?" I say sitting up and mirroring his posture, the both of us with our arms crossed over our chests.

"Yup it says that excessive nausea is primarily linked to girls" he says, clearly proud of himself. "Oh yeah?" I question, cocking a brow at him (a habit I've picked up since I've been with him). "Yeah" he says, leaning over me to grab my phone on the nightstand, unlocking it and looking it up before showing me an article.

"See" he says, and I roll my eyes. "Just because one article says that doesn't mean-" I'm interrupted by him grabbing my phone out of my hand and going back to the google results page before giving it back to me. I scroll and scroll and scroll and see that a vast majority of them support his claims.

"Ha! Look!" I say, picking out the one article that says it's linked to boys. "Grasping at straws aren't we?" he chuckles. "Whatever" I huff and lay back down.

We get back into that position we had been in before, him leaning over me to talk to be baby again. "Goodnight baby, sweet dreams. You know I love you no matter what you are" he says and places a kiss on my bump making me caress his head again, wondering how I got so lucky. "But I secretly hope you're a girl" he says, mumbling it right against my stomach as if him continuing to say it would change the outcome.

"Alright Daddy say goodnight for real this time" I chuckle, signaling him to lay back down so we can go to sleep. "Goodnight my love. See you soon" he finishes, placing one last kiss and laying back down to hold me again. "I swear you sweet talk that baby more often than you sweet talk me" I tease and he pinches one of my nipples in response.

"Hey! Those are sensitive" I whine and he chuckles, tapping twice on my hip telling me to calm down. "Lets go to bed grumpy" he says, pulling me closer when I try to push him away. "I swear both of you are always ganging up on me" I grumble and he chuckles.

"It's our job isn't it?" he says moving his hand this way and that on my belly almost as if he was doing a secret handshake with them. "I swear" I breathe out and all I hear is him starting to have a conversation with the baby again.

"Love you Mommy" he teases, acting as if he was the baby and roll my eyes. He follows it up giving me a similar sentiment, this time deepening his tone and saying it right in my ear. "Goodnight Mommy, love you" he says, placing one last kiss on my neck "Goodnight" I whisper back leaving him holding me tight, finally settling down.

I'm greeted a few moments later with the sounds of his soft snores, my forever lullaby. "Love you too Daddy" I whisper barely loud enough for anyone to hear but it brings me comfort, knowing that soon those words will be echoed throughout our home for years to come.

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chernabogs · 12 days

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ames you are COOKING (or should i say, planting???lol) SO HARD with the flower language prompts, 😭💖💞💖💞✨✨am really out here sobbing and crying over them like im watering these flowers with my Tears lol

so here i am requesting for these prompts: rosemary, begonia, pink camellia, dark crimson rose, purple hyacinth, blue salvia, zinnia

i picked these based on your initial tag about Maleficia and zinnia flower,,,, I SEE THE VISION so im requesting it now lol but also picked on prompts that reminded of Meleanor and Malleus,,, 😭i think therapy bills should be forwarded to Draconias instead, istg all they ever do is be in grief and loss /lh😭

if its too many, please feel free to choose whichever prompt you like and take your time in writing !! ☺️💞🌹✨✨

Ohhh I did my best here I promise LMAOOO. I tied in some easter eggs with other works i've done (namely Monody, Stasis, and Labours Gained). I hope you enjoy my absolute monstrous dump about Maleficia, whom I will die on a hill for tyvm

EMPTY CHAIRS

Inc: Maleficia, Meleanor, Levan, Lilia, Malleus (whole gang wow) WC: 4.2k :))) Warnings: Just some death, but I swear it ends on a happy note this time. Flowers: Begonia (How ghosts help the living live a little), Pink Camellia (Where I notice your absence the most), Dark Crimson Rose (The grave I visit everyday), Purple Hyacinth (The worst pain of my whole life and how it healed… multiple times) , Zinnia (The seats at the table and how they eventually became empty… multiple times) Summary: Moments where Maleficia was convinced her family was cursed, and a few times she truly wished this to not be the case.

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity. It dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.

Their family may be cursed.

For many decades now Maleficia had toyed with the possibility of such a matter in her mind. It had first passed briefly with the death of her father—the second monarch to take over after the initial uprising—and the subsequent death of her mother a few weeks later. No one was surprised when she went. Her grief for the loss of her love had been so profound that it had flooded Briar Nation, drowning both cattle and crops in her dismay. Maleficia had postponed her own coronation as the cleanup occurred. It felt ill-boding to be crowned while bodies were floating down the mountain pass.

The thought had returned once more when her husband vanished at sea, leaving her with a newborn hatchling on her own. Her love had been a strong headed man with adventure burning in his blood—it had been what drew her to him to begin with. That, and he was the only ex-sailor she knew who was bold enough to try and hold her for ransom. Wiping the deck with him had captured his heart—and the fact that he had been a dragon settled the Senate to a degree. But the sea is a fickle mistress, and although her love had skill and he had drive, even the most knowledgeable of sailors can never predict its next move.

She had not flooded Briar Nation like her mother had, and she had held herself together before her people, although the empty space in her bed and at the dinner table deepened the wound nightly. It was in the quiet moments alone when it was just her and Meleanor that she felt his absence the strongest.

In the beginning she loathed him for leaving her. Whenever she cradled their daughter as the hatchling shrieked and protested, blowing flame, and biting for flesh, she loathed him. Whenever she dealt with the Senate or another disaster befalling the Nation, she loathed him.

But when Meleanor learned to fly, learned to run, and shifted into her two-legged form for the first time, the hatred began to fade. Because although he had vanished into the mists on a voyage destined to fail, he had left her with the greatest treasure she could ever have—and for that alone she could hold no ill will.

Perhaps this sentimentality is why when Meleanor dragged a thin, sickly-looking bat into the halls of Black Scale, Maleficia heard her out.

“Please let him stay!” The princess had asked, green eyes wide as she grasped her mother’s skirts. “Please, mother!”

The other child had shrunk behind Meleanor, but shadows could not hide the burning defiance in the boy's eyes—a gaze of confrontation, and one that nothing truly innocent should hold. This is why she lacked the heart to say no. She quietly hoped that Lilia, as she would name him, would be the one to slay whatever reaper was following them—that the burning anger she had seen would ignite a fire that would cleanse the family of its suffocating misery.

With the presence of Meleanor, Lilia, and eventually Levan, the silent table Maleficia had sat at for so long soon became a place of raucous conversation again. Although she found herself scolding the three children more than once (especially Levan for his non-subtle attempts at discarding food), the lingering warmth she would feel as she gazed at the trio made her confident that this family curse was on the bend.

Naturally, it didn’t last.

The first time she heard of the Silver Owls, Meleanor was 200 years old and more focused on warding off suitors than an unmarked ship. Maleficia had allowed her daughter to indulge by instead consulting with an advisor alone in the dark of her office. The concern lingering in the advisor's words would grow to haunt her.

“Perhaps it is temporary?” She posited, trying her best to remain optimistic on the matter. Plenty of people came and went from Cape Sunrise. A single unmarked ship with a few scraggly sailor’s was not something she felt the need to stress over. The advisor seemed doubtful on the matter.

“But they have tools. Items designed to dig up our soil,” they had insisted, but Maleficia dismissed the concerns with a wave and a blase response.

“Let them try. They will not be able to break the first layer of our land.”

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The first one to leave the table had been Levan. There were many soldiers and nobles who vanished before he did but, selfishly, he was the first one that Maleficia really felt the absence of. Levan had grown up from a non-confrontational child to her son-in-law, a general of the princess and a father to the future heir. His compassion had not faded despite the years of war that now tore the Nation apart. Maleficia knew this by the way she came across him one night, cradling his egg so gently while murmuring against its shell.

When he had noticed her, he had not corrected himself; if anything, he held the egg even closer. They had not exchanged too many words that night, but she sat next to him on the bench in the gardens, the silence speaking volume of her support to his decisions.

“You will return.” It was not a question—it was a demand. Her voice held the authority of a queen who had seen many, many losses in her long life. Levan had remained silent for a moment longer as his lips brushed against the shell of her grandson's egg.

“Always,” was the promise he made, and the last words Maleficia heard from him. When they didn’t receive notice for several days after he left, the conclusion was drawn that he was either dead, or the closest one could be to it. Meleanor held herself well in lieu of this information, as had Maleficia.

But the empty seat felt an ill omen.

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The next one to leave the table had been Meleanor. When she was younger, she used to rest her head on Maleficia’s lap as her mother had fixed her hair. She would ramble on about her day and what she got up to with the two boys in the nonsensical fashion that many children do. Maleficia had listened with amusement, although her mind had always been half-focused on what she needed to do for her meetings the next day.

The regret of not giving Meleanor her full, undivided attention sunk in deep when she felt her daughter’s magic cut off. The bond in their family was intrinsically woven to allow them to get a sense of whether the other members were still alive. If asked, Maleficia might say it’s something of a dragon trait. Most of the time it served to be a blessing to allow her to know her family is alive and well.

When it cut off mid-emergency meeting, the abruptness had been so profound that she nearly collapsed then and there. Her breath had hitched, her words stuttering to a stop as she stared wide-eyed at the Senate members surrounding her. At first, she hoped it was simply a fluke—a disruption in the magic—until she didn’t feel it return and the horrible, tar-like panic of a mother when her child goes missing welled up in her heart. She was tearing out of the room before any of the Senate members even had a chance to speak, screaming for her guards and her soldiers to tell her what was going on at Wild Rose.

Her daughter, who spent her childhood running through the forests and laughing in the face of suitors. Her daughter, whose hair she would braid and then re-braid again when the girl somehow got burs in it. Her daughter, who was set to become a mother herself and experience all the precious moments Maleficia had.

Her daughter, whose body wasn’t even recovered at the end of it all.

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The final one to leave the table was Lilia. In wake of the princesses passing, Malleus’ egg was put in the cradle tower, and Maleficia was designated to spirit him into hatching. She felt the faint connection of their magic from within the thick shell that guarded his body. His warmth, the subtle movements he made; they were all indicators that he was still alive and well despite his tumultuous arrival.

But Maleficia didn’t know if he would oblige. Hatchlings often needed the love of both parents to be shepherded forward—and Maleficia, now over eight hundred years old, already felt the strain of her magic from the conflicts going on in her Nation. There was no doubt that she held love for her grandson—but a lingering fear that her love wouldn’t be enough burned in her mind. This is what made her turn to Lilia, to send him on his quest around the world to try and find an additional means to bring the young prince forward.

For the first few decades, it worked well. Maleficia held the egg on a nightly basis and poured as much of her love and magic into it as she could. The egg consumed it all in a greedy fashion, demanding more every time she returned to the tower. One would think that Malleus was starving within by the way he pulled, and tore, and ripped at her powers to fuel his own development.

Then he ceased feeding. She recalls the first night it happened; everything had been going well, until the connection was suddenly severed, and the green glow within the egg dulled back into a faint tint of color. Maleficia had initially dismissed it as a one-off event. Until it happened again, and again, and again.

There’s a curious sense of panic that fills someone when they do everything they can to no avail. The panic she felt came in the form of a privatized breakdown in the tower. For many decades now Maleficia had toyed with the possibility of a curse in her mind. Now, she was beginning to consider that it was not her family who was cursed, but rather just herself.

First it came for her father, and her mother shortly after. Then, when it grew hungry again, it ate through her husband and that of her daughters. Then it came for Meleanor herself, and now whatever reaper followed them was looming over her shoulder as she held Malleus’ egg and begged him to take something.

Pleas fell from the lips of a monarch as she rocked the egg, stroked its shell so softly, whispering to just eat a little more, just take a little more. But the egg had remained as cold and aloof as it had for several nights now. Her desperation mounted in an order to Baul to summon Lilia back—to slay whatever reaper was following them before it pried the last of her bloodline from her hands.

Her hopes of his role as the vanquisher of death came in an explosive hatching that she was informed of after it occurred. When she requested for Lilia to be brought to Black Scale to be reinstated in his role in his efforts, the Senate had then informed her that Lilia Vanrouge would never step foot in the capital again.

And so, in a span of mere moments, the final seat was emptied—and Maleficia found herself alone once more.

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Grandchildren are the best reminders of the beauty and innocence of childhood.

When Malleus was first brought to her after he hatched, she didn’t want to touch him. The purple hue of his stomach and the way his green gaze darted around, drinking in the new world he emerged to, reminded her so much of Meleanor that she wanted to laugh at the cruel irony. The hurt that smouldered in her heart ignited back into a flame that found her turning a cold shoulder to the hatchling.

“Go clean him. He has amniotic fluid all over.” She remembers ordering, voice deceptively calm for the turmoil happening within. The wet nurse that was hired obliged as the hatchling shrieked and protested the frequently changing environment around him. His cries made Maleficia clench her jaw tighter as she stared resolutely at the battle plans drawn before her, her hands gripping the table enough to turn her knuckles white.

A few times she went to him in the beginning. The encounters lasted only as long as Maleficia could tolerate seeing how similar he looked to Meleanor before she would depart and leave him in the care of his wet nurse once more. Guilt fought with anger in her heart about the circumstances that she found herself in and her inability to overcome them. She could feel the ghost of her daughter chastising her in the corner for being so cowardly in her approach.

The breakthrough arrived when Malleus became ill. Grieves—a fever-like condition that affected fae children in particular—resulted in Maleficia sitting with her grandson one night as the exhausted wet nurse was excused for a long overdue break. She held him on her lap in the dark as his small form fought his fever, whispering how the stars that looked down from above were the eyes of the people who loved him, keeping him safe in this world. Her voice had cracked as she spoke, and it was only when a small whine left him did she realize she was hugging him tight to her body.

“I am so sorry,” she had choked out, unsure if the apology was for the hold she had or the neglect she had given so far. “Please forgive me.”

Malleus had twisted in her arms, small wings fluttering before he settled himself down and began to doze. He had already forgotten what upset him to begin with. She wished it would always be that way—but she knew that was nothing but a vague hope.

She loathed Meleanor for leaving. Whenever she cradled Malleus as the hatchling threw his tantrums, blowing flame, and biting for flesh as all children seem to do, she loathed her. Whenever she dealt with another part of the war or signed another treaty alone, she loathed her.

But when Malleus scrambled onto her lap mid-Senate meeting, chased after courtiers, and flew for the first time (admittedly, into a flock of pigeons), Maleficia loved her. Because although like her father she had vanished in an ill-fated decision, she had left a small reminder that she was never truly gone. Maleficia could comfort Malleus, could see the ghost of his mother in his clever little eyes, and for that alone she could hold no ill will.

Meleanor’s death had proved to be far worse than anything else—but her gift of the small dragon in her lap felt like the first steps towards recovery again. So, she had kissed between his horns that night and promised to herself that she would do all that she could to give him a future free of the misery that plagued their family thus far.

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In the aftermath, she spent time with him whenever she could. Via dinners, via having him sit in on meetings, via walks in the gardens—whenever she could, she would be there. However, despite her newfound presence changing some things for the better, she remained unable to quell the curiosity that burned in her grandson's mind.

She found him in the mausoleum once. He was standing on the toes of his mother with his small hand touching her stone-carved face. Maleficia had not been to the mausoleum since the boy hatched so many years ago. The raw memories still stirred in her heart and seeing him look up at his mother with such a gaze of innocent adoration did nothing but unsettle her more.

When he noticed her, his face had lit up into a smile as he hopped back down and pointed up to one of the other statues. “This is grandfather?”

Maleficia’s gaze slid to where he was pointing. A strong jaw, a dangerous glint in stone-etched eyes, and a faint smirk painted the picture of the man she had once loved and held so dearly many years ago. Maleficia nodded. Malleus, taking this as encouragement, then ran back to the other statue he had been touching with his small hands.

“And this is mother?”

Again, Maleficia nodded. The painful similarities between Malleus and his mother were more apparent when they were side to side. If Maleficia were to squint, she could mistake Malleus as a younger Meleanor: the same horns, same hair length, even the same streak of mischief that got both into so much trouble.

Malleus had hummed thoughtfully before stepping down again. “Do you miss them?”

A deceptively innocent question. Of course she missed them. All she had left of her family was one grandson and three empty coffins: a husband at sea, a daughter in the hands of humans, and a son-in-law somewhere in the moors. “I do,” she offered back. “I miss them greatly.”

Malleus had asked her why, then. Children like him were filled with innocence and wonder about the world. He had no knowledge of the bodies that were lost, or the tragedies that had predicated his birth. Her reply did nothing but fuel an unease in the boy, for moments after she offered it, he ran back to her and threw his small arms around her waist.

When he hugged her, he clung with a ferocity that was baffling for his size. Her hands rested on his head and stroked his hair soothingly as she had done with Meleanor many times before she guided him away from the tombs and the memory of family he never met.

She should visit them more often now.

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She rediscovers that there’s a privilege in watching someone grow. Lilia’s gradual return into their lives helps ease the stress of raising a child again in her older age, which is partially why she turns a blind eye every time Malleus slips out of the palace to visit the man. She’s honoured to observe in a more passive manner the way her grandson changes and grows as a person. She watches him go from spiteful towards humans to more amiable with the arrival of Lilia’s adopted son. As he grows before her eyes, she begins to see less of Meleanor and Levan in his features and more of just Malleus—the quiet, albeit arrogant, boy that was hers.

Time goes by faster as she ages alongside him. One moment he’s clinging to her skirts, and the next he’s off to NRC, and then finally, 178 years have passed like the blink of an eye. She used to bemoan how slow time was—and now she wishes it to ease off a bit.

She’s sitting in the gazebo in the gardens for reprieve, a novel in hand as the screaming of insects choruses a song for her amusement. The aroma of flowers surrounds her and for a moment she feels utter peace in the world. The summer is ending and there are no celebrations or events to concern herself with. For the first time in what feels like eons, Maleficia Draconia can breathe.

The sound of someone approaching puts a pause in this.

She lowers her book to peer over at whoever is coming, hoping silently it isn’t an advisor or a courtier seeking out an audience on the sly. Fortunately, the sight of two horns and a scowling face turning the corner nullifies this as she turns back to her book.

“Finally decided to see the sun?” She muses as she hears him stepping onto the gazebo platform. She waits for his response, but only comes to feel surprised when Malleus kneels by where she sits and does something that he hasn’t done in a long time now—he places his head in her lap. At his age, his body is too tall now to really kneel efficiently at her side, but by the gods does the boy try as he hits his head right down. Her hand comes up on instinct to brush strands of his dark hair behind his ear as he looks over the gardens, his shoulders tense with stress.

They’re silent for a moment, listening to the sounds of screaming insects from beyond before Malleus speaks.

“The gardens look atrocious.”

Maleficia raises an eyebrow as she lowers her book to look at where he’s staring. Her hand continues to stroke his head soothingly as she huffs a soft laugh. “Our groundskeepers are going for a more ‘untamed’ look this season.”

“I have counted twenty-six thistles in the minute I have been here.” Malleus shoots back as his hand comes to rest by his face. “It’s late in the season. They might be growing lazy.”

“Nonsense. You know how hard working they are. You spent ample amounts of time with them when you were younger.” She fails to hide the smile teasing on her lips with this comment. Malleus’ temper tantrums had landed him in more than enough problems in his youth. Problems which were often rectified by a gentle lesson of how hard it is to fix up his messes—garden destruction included.

Malleus deigns her with a unprincely snort in response. They fall back into a warm silence as she keeps her hand on his head and returns her attention to her book. She knows that something is on his mind, but she retains her silence both to give him an opportunity to speak, and to enjoy the moment that they’re having. In the privacy of the garden, they can get away with this rare display of familial affection.

She feels him sigh as his eyes flutter close before he speaks up. “Do you ever feel… unease?”

“Unease?” She hums quietly as she turns a page. “On many occasions I have, yes. Unease tends to go hand in hand with some of the things I have dealt with.”

She knows he doesn’t mean in the sense of his royal duties. Malleus is an unusually quiet and introverted boy—but she had noticed him being more so the past week as summer began to inch towards its end. He opens his eyes and sighs again before withdrawing to sit back on his knees.

Maleficia wisely closes her book and sets it down before affixing him with as stern of a look as she can muster without chuckling. “Sighing and moping in the corners does little to aid me in providing advice.”

Malleus’ gaze goes upwards to stare at the ceiling of the gazebo before his expression drops to a pout. “I am feeling reluctant to return to NRC.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

Maleficia quietly reaches her hand out to brush his bangs back from his forehead, revealing the scale pattern beneath. Malleus’ eyes flutter shut at the gesture as his pout remains present.

“Three years have passed now, and I have yet to feel included in the school environment. Spending my days with those I already know from here hardly feels like an efficient use of time.” His jaw clenches. “Every effort I make to form any sort of connection to others feels like it’s a pointless endeavour at this rate.”

“Malleus, you must be patient with these things. It takes time for people to warm up to the likes of us. You must simply continue being yourself, and the right people will make the effort to get to know you. I understand it may seem upsetting right now, but you must simply keep trying your best.” A faint smile touches her lips despite the worry gnawing at her heart. She wishes she could do more, but she also understands that these are things he must figure out himself. “You’re going to this school to gain new experiences and see the world beyond our little Valley without the Senate looming over you. Things will work out in the end.”

Malleus’ body seems to relax at her words as he opens his eyes again. His expression eases to his usual neutral look as he nods slightly. “... yes, I suppose you are correct.”

“I often am.” She pinches his cheek lightly, causing the scowl to immediately return to his face as he jerks to avoid her grasp, making her laugh in turn. “Besides, are you not excited to see Lilia, Silver, and Sebek more often again? Well. More often than you do already.”

A pointed look has him averting her gaze as she picks her book up again. His demeanour reminds her of Meleanor, but the similarities no longer ache when she considers them. This was Malleus—her grandson, not his mother, nor his father—and she was eager to see the person he was still destined to become. “Now, you should be packing, should you not? We don’t need the crisis we had last year where we were all hunting down books for you last minute.”

Malleus groans softly before rising to his feet and brushing his pants off. He presses a brief kiss to her forehead, coaxing another smile from her lips before he pulls away.

“Yes, grandmother,” he grumbles with all the moodiness of an embarrassed teenage boy, and Maleficia can’t help but feel happiness at seeing it. Cursed or not, she will continue to enjoy these moments of joy as long as she may have them.

#twst #twst fanfiction #maleficia draconia #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #meleanor draconia #levan draconia #40 min spent on deciding a header alone #'hey amy she hasnt even been in the game yet' and?#listen maleficia may be 0% in-game but she is 100% in my brain thank u #obviously some flexibility with the facts here idk who malleus' grandpa is or what maleficias thoughts were during malleus' upbringing #but AAAAAAA listen... her.#lian i hope i did u proud i even made it a happy ending LMAO

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fakesimp · 10 months

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Am I falling in love with the one that could Break my Heart? Or no?

Warning !

[ A Surprise ! Nothing bad I swear ]

A/n !

The sound keep on appearing in my fyp, it's driving me insane, and yes it's dua lipa, break my heart.

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He was kind, always helping the others.

Always there whenever someone ask for his help, ar first you're all strangers. It all started from a deskmates, slowly knowing each other.

Then sharing each other's contact numbers, to playing games together if you're a gamer. He will teach you the games he likes if you're interested, will also recommend you games to play! Together with him too lol.

Late night games and calls together with him happened after both of you got even closer, there are also times when you both got different classes. But he somehow, just there after your class.

No matter what time it is for him, he'll always be the first one you see when you finished your class, with his identic smile he greeted you.

It went on like that for quite sometime, making you feel things that you know you shouldn't, your heart beats faster whenever he's close to you.

His laugh made your stomach flutter, filled with butterflies. His voice echoes through your ears everyday, running around your mind 24/7. Making you slowly go insane.

One time.

It was only one time.

You heard his friends mentioning, this other person that he had been keeping an eye on. Your heart clenches at that rumor, but you tried to shake it away. Trying to push it off your mind, you covered it up with excitement on who could be the lucky person is.

They were as excited as you, they didn't specifically tell the name, they just described how they are as a person. Your curiosity increased, along with your broken heart it also increases.

And the next few days, you heard another rumor about somebody confessed to him. You asked your friends about does he accept it or not, and they haven't known about it just yet.

But days after the rumor spread, the time both of you spent on each other decreases as the time pass, it usually could go for hours, by means like almost all night, to 3 hours, down to 1 and a half hour.

You noticed the change on him, and it seems like he accepted the confession.

Ah..

You didn't realize you were crying, you're looking up at the night sky. Wishing this is only a nightmare, but as the day goes on, your heart hurts even more knowing that your interaction with him lessen.

Your friends noticed how down you are lately, even his friends! Come to you to comfort you, you have no idea how they knew about your feelings towards him. Did you tell them? If you did, then you don't remember when.

Or maybe, your actions says louder upon your feelings. That they knew you liked him, you could only thanked them for their comfort. They tried at least, weeks, months passed.

Your feelings still lingers, but you believe that one day you'll move on.

That is until you received a message from him, it's been awhile since you've talked with him. He reached out to you asking if you want to play with him, you contemplated at first, but in the end you accepted it and played with him.

It was a bit awkward at first, but eventually the awkwardness disappeared. You didn't realize how long it has been, when you look at how long you've been calling it has been 6 hours. It's late night, both of you stayed in a call for a bit longer. Talking about how each other's been, since it is been awhile.

And the talk last for another 2 hour, why is it when you're trying to move on, he reached out to you. The feelings started to bloom back again, you silently listen to him rambling. Lowkey wishing to the gods up there to not wake you up from this dream, but you know very well you shouldn't.

Especially when he got a lover already, but can you be foolish for once? You silently wished for him to come back to you, to let your friendship back to the way it was.

. . .

You woke up to the sound of alarm, you looked at the time, and it says 8 am, it's sunday. You laid on the bed, thinking about what happened last night, you checked on your phone, and see the call history.

It's not a dream after all, it actually happened. You sighed softly as you put your phone away, silently thinking, what's gonna happen next? Your mind going around, questions flooding in. Yet none you could answer.

The day after you talked with him, you notice the subtle change coming from him. Instead of not talking to you at all, sometimes he would reach out to you and asked you to play with him.

It lowkey make you feel giddy, what is it that he's trying to do, didn't he got a lover? You shook your thoughts away, you tried to think positively. Maybe he just needs a playmate or some sort.

You tried, so hard. To convice yourself, but it all breaks when he sent one message in the middle of the night. He wants a company from you, your mind and heart did not cooperate with each other.

Your mind said no, but your heart said yes.

. . .

And now here you are, next to him. He looked down, something upsets him so badly. He rarely shares his problem and you understands that, and decided not to push it.

You sat next to him, silently waiting for him to talk whatever it is that's bothering his mind. You can hear his shaky breath, you gripped your arms tightly, and then you slowly reach out your hand to his arms, gently patting his arms, silently telling him that you're here for him.

He looked up at you with his glossy eyes, he looked like he was about to cry at that moment. You, by instinct, moved your hands to his cheeks, rubbing your thumb along the corner of his eyes. And at that exact moment, he cried.

God your heart breaks into pieces when he cried, his hands reaching out to you, holding your forearms so tightly. You gently pull him into his arms, giving him the comfort he needs. Him, crying in your arms. Holding you so tightly.

You don't know what to feel about this, but your feelings for him now only increased. You've seen his vulnerable side, a side that you never expect coming from him. He seems to be a cheerful and kind guy, and now to see him crying in your arms.

Make you want to hold him forever, making him yours. But you know you can't do that, he already got someone by his side.

You felt guilty for his lover, you doesn't know why he didn't reach out to his lover. Now you're questioning on why is he reaching out to you for comfort instead of his lover, but you didn't bother to ask.

So you silently give him the comfort he needed.

. . .

Both of you sat in the comforting silence, his half lidded eyes looking down at himself, while you at the other hand looking at him. Genuinely worried, "Are you okay now?" You gently asked him, he turned to you and slowly nod his head. "Thank you, .. I'm sorry for making you come over at such hour" he apologized he sounded so guilty for calling you over to comfort him, "hey, it's all I can do"

You smiled at him, he stared at you for one second before you see his identic smile on his face, the smile that you missed for a long time.

You pat his arms again, "I'll always be here whenever you need comfort" you said to him. He nodded his head once more as he placed his hand over yours, as a silent thank you before letting your hand go.

. . .

Now you're back home, laying on the bed, the image of him crying in your arms is now nailed into your mind. You can't forget how vulnerable he was in your arms, you frowned as you stared at the ceilings.

Silently questioning yourself,

Are you,

Falling in love with someone, who could break your heart? or,

Are you,

Falling in love with someone that would keep your heart close to theirs?

You ran your fingers through your hair locks in frustration, silently cursing at the cupid for being so complicated to understand, wait.

Do they even exist?

You shook your head, trying not to add more questions into your head and head off to sleep.

. . .

You woke up with the sound of your alarm, it's 6 am, you groggily gets off the bed and went to shower, getting yourself ready for the day.

When you arrived, you saw him standing by the gates, smiling at you. With his identic smile, you blinked confusedly for one second. Earning a laugh from him, "Why do you look so confused? Come on, the class is starting soon" he said pushing you into the building.

You let out a small squeak when you felt him pushing you, you let out a chuckle as you started walking, next to him.

Maybe, just maybe you can be a bit foolish and indulge into your wishes this once.

Maybe, you can make him yours.

. . .

If only you knew.

A/n !

Boo!! How is the fic? I hope y'all are okay with the ending, I mean, I can make an alternative ending, but eh (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠).. we'll see fufu~

Oh ! also, who do you think this fic fits with ? Just wondering (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

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theelderhazelnut · 2 months

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WIP Wednesday

tagged by @aceghosts @nightbloodbix @cloudofbutterflies92 @cassietrn <3

I’m one hour late lol. Okay so this is what I have written so far for the first chapter of “Rise of Villains: The Shadow”. Atoosa (Ombra) has lost everything, and she meets Raiden for the first time. (Güney is a minor character)

Also, this is not proofread!

I had never truly felt it until that night when I was sitting beside the road. I had never wished to be anyone else, even that middle-aged man making tea for his customers, but this lost little girl. What did people do when their parents are suddenly killed in an airpalne shot by two rockets, and when they were suddenly left with nothing but an old luggage?

I stared at my fingers, trying so hard not to bury my face in them because then my life would magically go deeper into this abyss. What was I supposed to do really? A psychiatry student in a foreign country who had lost her financial support last week and her rented apartment this morning.

I went into my pocket to check the time, but remembered that my phone had just died. I took a deep breath to protect my sanity for just a few more seconds until I arrive at the restaurant, the temporary workplace I opt because I wanted to be this independent woman. The money it provided me for working there part-time would never heal any scars, but it was better that nothing. But now it was everything I had left.

I pushed glass door open after walking for fifteen minutes, and dragged my luggage behind me. There were only two couples left out of all the customers. Güney, the cashier, looked at me up and down.

“Where are you going?” He continued chewing his gum while his dark eyes were begging to be shut.

“Can I stay the night?” It was weird to hear my own voice after hours of silence in the pavement. Also when I was trying to hide the pleading tone shaking my voice.

“Uuum-yeah you can sleep in the kitchen, but why? Are you okay?” He raised his eyebrows in concern.

Güney was never the friendliest collaege to me, and I definitely did not need his sympathy right then.

“I-my landlord kicked me out I’ll just stay one night I promise I’ll fix everything and-“

“What do you mean he kicked you out?!”

“Because I didn’t pay the rent.” Even talking about what happened this morning made me feel ill and dizzy. I shook my head and walked up to the kitchen.

“You could stay at my place.” He offered in a low, cautious tone, standing awkwardly in the doorframe. Trusting a stranger I see almost everyday? Nope. Never.

I stared at him dead in the eyes. “I’m good. Thank you.”

He creeped out of the dark room with measured steps. And I was, once again, left alone. I sat on the counter for the next couple of minutes, staring at the distance while the fridge continuously beezed in my ears. I would lie if I claimed that I wasn’t scared to be all alone in a restaurant at midnight. Surely, the doors were locked, but my mind was a bastard who enjoyed visualizing diverse scenarios of a psychopath suddenly breaking in. Fortunately, the knives and axes were at reach, hanging gravely from the rank.

I tightened my grip around the edge of the counter. I could hear the already ruined house of my life collapsing into the deep abyss of misery. I would turn into a poor girl drowning in povert while she carries her dead dreams on her hunched shoulders. I would be useless. I would fail.

A vague, booming sound from afar rang in my ears. I found myself totally frozen when I only moved my eyeballs towards the door. I greeted my teeth as though it would magically create a shield for me. The sound was heard again; now three times in a row like knocking. I held my breath to hear every single noise resembling footsteps.

Knocking again. In utter silence, I picked one of the huge knives, and [walking silently] out of the kitchen. White knuckling the handle, my nails were penetrating my sweaty palm.

Before I knew it, a thunder striked just a few meters away. My eyes went blind and my ears went deaf for a brief moment, my heart skipping a beat. I stumbled, but maintained my balance by holding onto one of the tables. Gathering my mind, I aimed the tip of the knife to where it just exploded. But to my shock, evrything was in its place. Not even a single crack could be seen on the windows.

Instead, there stood a tall, masculine figure. Due to darkness I could only see the blackness of his robe and a triangle on his head. Two balls of blue light were shining intensely where his eyes supposed to be. Even though he seemed to be totally alright, tiny fractions of electricity lit up his fists, and occasionally connected the edge of that triangle to his neck.

My lungs begged to empty themselves, but even a small noise was deadly threatening. Was he an alien?

“Atoosa Aryan?” He called.

My heart dropped down to my belly. My thoughts stuck in a tight knot, and so did my tongue.

“I am Raiden, the god of thunder.” He lifted his gloved hand. “There is no need to be afraid. My mere intention is to save you.”

A few minutes later, I found myself sitting before him on one the tables.

“Do we know each other?” I mumbled weakly, afraid that if I blinked for a second, he would rip my throat out.

“I am certain that you have never heard of me untill this moment.” There was a soothing hint of patience in his nonchalant tone. “However, I have heard about you many times in the past two decades. I am well aware of your iron-bending power, Miss. Aryan.”

My heart skipped a beat. He knew too much about me, even the tiniest bit of control I have over iron which I had concealed even from myself. Was he really a god? No, it would be too stupid of me to believe him. He was probably a very professional thief who had taken his job a bit too seriously. What did he want to steal from me though? I had nothing.

He continued. “I am here to offer you a place among the defenders of the realm.”

If he wasn’t a well-trained thief, the he was definitely a psychopath. But that didn’t make sense considering how everything about him seemed too real.

In the next half an hour he took his time to explain about how those defenders defend our realm which he called Earthrealm. He was a god whose main responsibility was to protect this realm. And seemingly, one of his minor duties was to find miserable people like me - with supernatural powers - and train them to be fighters.

That was ridiculous. But a part of my heart begged my brain to believe it.

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lovesickry · 9 months

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- come out and play.

┈⋆⭒ daniel ricciardo x fem!reader [3.1k] ┈⋆⭒ part 3 !

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ find all parts here ! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ contains: SHARING BED TROPE LOL .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ a/n: nothing tbh

you were slightly ashamed to admit you had spent the whole week thinking about Daniel, going to the extended lengths to stalk every single one of his acquaintances just to see the edge of his corner in a smile. you were rarely like this, blaming your heightened stalker (ish) behaviour on the fact that he was a kind of (major) celebrity because there was just so much more to stalk. fuck there was some good ones out there. highlights including a photo of Daniel stretched out on a yacht posted on landos story which physically made you squirm slightly.

highlights: lando norris 3 months ago.

christ, you think you looked at this image for a little over 40 minutes. throwing your head back to hit your headboard repeatedly, an action trying to rid the less than proper thoughts from your mind.

you'd told grace on Monday night everything that happened, her face immediately perking up when you mentioned it was. she’d nodded and listened to every account and to every little touch exchanged between you both and every time he looked at you. the time his thigh touched yours, and the feeling of taut muscle under his shorts. christ, you thoughts alone were getting more depraved by the day. his voice kept playing over and over in your head, in class, out of class, in the car, in the shower. christ it was so smooth, nothing like your accent, he made Australian slang so good and god you were jealous. you texted lando nearly everyday, giving photo updates of your life, yours considerably more mundane than his were. but you'd thanked your life for giving you lando, a break from the fucking incels in your course and the constant "nice guys finish last" that you got from the boys in your lectures or rather the British equivalent of eshays who thought uni was stupid but was using daddy's money and would make sure to always bring that up when talking to a woman. ever. lando was fun and inoffensive and kind and sarcastic and likeable and a fucking break from everything else. you'd already been over to landos house once this week, where you literally sat and played Mario kart for three hours and then went for a swim and then played Mario kart and then ate cereal and then made dinner and then went home. it was like being 13 again and spending days at a friends house, except it was a single day, but it was all day and it was so good. grace was always number one, but lando was climbing a close second. one thing you do remember from that day quite well though is when Daniel called him.

"oh wait hang on" he takes his phone out of his pocket, shaking it, showing you he won't be long.

"hey Daniel" your heads lifts at his name and lando notices, silently teasing you about it.

he takes the rest of the call inside and you kind of wished he'd given the chance to eavesdrop by you understood you would've done the same thing.

"I told Daniel that we were swimming and I could nearly hear his jaw hit the floor"

you know what hes insinuating, that the crush you held was a little more than obvious, but that he more or less may have felt the same. but where's the fun in acknowledging that.

"oh yeah? didn't know Daniel was that into you?"

"you know exactly what I meant and don't even try to mug me off cause he was staring at you the whole night, his eyes were practically glllluuuuueeeddd open the whole night just looking at you." "you should've seen his face when I joked we were together, pretty sure it was the equivalent to if I crashed and swerved and hit him in quali"

"you're such a dickhead"

"hey you would've laughed too"

you pretend not to but you slowly nod

"yeah okay"

"yeah exactly, plus hes like what, 10 years older than you. come on, just because hes Australian doesn't mean you have to go all incest-y on me"

you screw your face up

"don’t say. okay gross- not incest, and not 10 years older than me"

you pause

"just 7"

"OH JUST 7 WELL IN THAT CASE-"

"oh shush lando i haven't talked to the man since that night"

"hmmmmm"

"what does that mean?"

"it means what do you say to drinks with me and Daniel this weekend"

"really lando"

"yeah but don't worry I make sure he'll keep his distance from you and all that stuff."

"you suck"

"okay but I don't wanna third wheel so just for that night hands off"

your glaring at him.

"plleeeaaassseee"

"yeah alright lando, ill just feel you up instead, considering we're basically a couple" you joke.

"basically married."

"im telling Danny you said that"

"yeah yeah sure"

the rest of the week was calm enough, spent in your routine of uni and study and work and home. your mind had only been briefly drifting to daniel. your ex however was becoming a slightly concerning presence in your life. calling and texting saying he was in london and that you should catch up for coffee. listen. you ended things on okay enough terms, you thought. you broke up with him,

1. because you didn’t love him anymore

2. there was a 99% confirmed situation in whcih he made out with one of your friends at your birthday party. (he didn’t know you knew)

but him insisting to meet up was getting pestering and annoying, considering london was one of those places where you always end up seeing people you’d wished you hadn’t. the amount of times you’ve ran into a professor at a bar or on the way home, swaying side to side with grace or sitting hunched over your computer, 4th cup of coffee in a random cafe and your uncle just happened to be visiting and he just happened to have the time to sit down and disrupt your whole life and tear you apart by the end of it. christ. you had hoped he would leave you alone, because you defiantly didn’t want to see him. not that he was necessarily the most awful person , but he was just annoying and also probably only wanted to fuck you and then say something about how he needs to focus on himself. ew definitely not going through that again.

Saturday had come too soon and before you knew it, you were second guessing everything. the comments that lando had brought up rather lightheartedly had made their way to your head, would it actually be a problem the age gap? would it matter because he was a formula one driver? not that you were even in a relationship, or anywhere close to being in one. would this stop him from being interested in you? the thoughts plagued you until lando arrived at yours. texting you that he was there, you nearly backed out then and there. but you figured acting it was a bigger deal than it really was would make it worse. walking down the stairs, slightly buzzed was definitely an interesting feat. giggling as the fading light eclipsed the stairs and you stared intently at your feet hitting the ground beneath. clambering into the car quite ungracefully, settling yourself upright, lando turns back to you turning down the music and leans back

", way to make an entrance"

"always a performer" Daniel in the passenger seat pipes up.

his voice makes something inside you turn.

"your welcome, your welcome."

"are you buzzed?" Daniel says

lando looks at you and then at Daniel.

"what do you think mate?"

you just smile, eyes glazed over slightly.

"hey im not made of money and you have expensive taste, lets go"

you had secretly put grace on standby for the night, telling her that if the night went horribly could she please just happen to show up so you could hang out. she obliged, insisting that her only plans tonight consisted of a fleabag marathon she wasn't sure shed finish. you’d given her a hug and then demand she helped you pick an outfit , while also fervently hanging up the repeated calls from “thomas ex boyfriend don’t pick up”. they were racking up and it was honestly just annoying, he wouldn’t call you all day and then would call you ten times in twenty minutes. like dude. what? genuine curiosity filled you, because you were 99% sure he didn’t like you when you guys broke up, why would he have kissed your friend otherwise.

whatever it was stupid. he was literally stupid. you honestly couldn’t put together a coherent reason why you didn’t just block him. idk to feel wanted, god that feels pathetic saying it out loud, you needed to block him and you needed to fuck someone else. you had between him and now, but him just rubbing his little boy behaviour everywhere that had messed you up or something.

anyway, the conversation was flowing in the car on the way to the club, or wherever prestigious place lando was taking you and daniel tonight, you hung forward from the middle seat, sticking your head between both seats and propping your arms around the headrests on the 2 front seats. you had put a window down in the back seat as the car was oddly and painfully humid and you were enjoying the cold london breeze on your bare arms and occasionally bare legs. you’d arrived all too soon and clambered once again out of the car, although offered a gentlemanly hand by lando to which you dramatically accepted, not ignoring the way daniel stared at landos lingering touch on your waist. you walked in and were ushered straight to a booth, where you imagined you would be spending majority of the night. that and dancing. lando left shortly thereafter to get drinks and apparently mingle. stating that he knew people here, it was blatantly obvious that lando was trying to get you to make a move with daniel. painfully obvious, you just wished he wasn’t right about how much you liked him. his smile was actually killing you, tearing you from the inside out, fucking ripping you to pieces. this was an infatuation at this point. your eyes growing larger than life as he talked and laughed and smiled, occasionally throwing in a relevant joke but wholely just appreciating everything about him.

as he continued talking you found yourself drifting towards him, further into his side, flushed against him in the seats of the booth. staring up at him listening to him recounting the stupid motocross trick he did with his friends the other day and humming along. content, the week had been heavy academically and the break from statistics or graphs or the consequences of the recession. so this, was nice, you followed in with stories of your own adventures. though of a different calibre, normally stemming from when you and grace caught the wrong train in Paris and ended up crossing the border into Germany, which you now admit wasn't your brightest day and you still are absolutely dumbfounded on how exactly you did that. or the time in Austria when you went out for dinner and they spoke to you both in fluent fast German and you were too afraid to say slow down or I literally can only understand one or two words at a time so you just said, yes and thank you. this lead to you ending up purchasing a set-menu and living through an 8 course meal of which at the end the chef gave a you guessed moving speech, but you couldn't understand him because it was still in accented and fluent Austrian German. the way he looked at you as he mocked your own stupidity and embarrassment with those stories was one that you wished someone could've taken a photo of, so you could see the intensity. you could definitely feel it, but seeing it that wouldve been special. when lando returns much later, you’re slightly embarassed at your body flush against daniels, feeling caught. you move aside a tiny bit only to be met with a look from daniel that says. come back.

the night continues much like that, the banter between you all and a final announcement of

“let’s all sleep at landos!”

the slumber party joke you had made had apparently gone over their heads, as they took you seriously and loaded into a taxi towards landos vowing on doing a fast and furious marathon and sleeping on his couch. the more or less “party” had continued at landos, with you making drinks and the boys engaging in a somewhat heated ping pong match, you joined in and managed to beat lando, but daniel was another story. you’d moved inside as the air outside got colder and settled onto the floor in front on landos couch, putting on the first fast and furious movie, it became obvious that daniel and lando were going to have thoughts. commenting on every little thing mentioning how, “that’s impossible” or “as if!”

lando had fallen asleep comically fast, face buried in the couch pillows as you and Daniel sat on the floor with the doona.

"should we go and sleep in landos bed?" you ask him

"you really think that's a good idea?" he laughs

"no" you say in all earnest.

"alright, only if you promise not to kick me"

"deal"

"perfect"

you make your way to landos bedroom and am in shock at the sheer cleanliness even his bed was made, you climb into it, still slightly tipsy and offer Daniel a glass of water, to which he accepts. he climbs into the bed and when you return hes positively cosy underneath the covers as you place the water by his bed. you climb under the covers and are welcomed by the warmth and by Daniels scent.

you drift closer to him naturally and the hairs of your arm stand on end as you graze his arm, he turns to look at you, eyes drowsy and moves closer to you, closing any gap there was before. warm bodies now pressed together under the cool sheets. you turn your head so that its facing his neck and settle further into the pillow. you feel the way his hands keeps stroking yours and he throws an arm around you, his hand landing just next to your head, close enough to stroke your hair. with his eyes still closed he mumbles.

"you promised not to kick me"

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo angst #daniel ricciardo fic #daniel ricciardo smut #f1 #lando norris #Daniel Ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo imagine #formula one #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fluff

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allforone-appreciation · 8 months

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1. IF (I hope) DFO turns out to be canon, how do you think it would be revealed at this point? Izuku wouldn’t recognize his father as a child and I doubt he’ll say the “I am ur father” in a child’s body. It doesn’t have the same impact. What if as All Might is dying he reveals the truth? My idea is that he’ll rewind until he looks like Izuku’s twin and they’ll have a sudden realization or something.

2. It’s inevitable that AFO is gonna lose/die, but I feel like the best way to end his tyranny is by making him quirkless for the rest of his life. ie after the war he lives the rest of his life quirkless. That’s the best punishment for him in my eyes (and cuz I love him I don’t want him to die lol).

3. IF DFO is not canon, where the fuck is Hisashi Midoriya? It’s too suspicious he’s not in the picture. (My own father has worked overseas for the last 5+ years, I promise you he calls me almost everyday + visits 2 times a year). Do you think he’s some big hero? Or other villain? Or maybe he really abandoned Izuku? It seem like he shut his dad out of his memory completely, not even mentioning him once. Hori also said he had big plans for his reveal or smthin. Sorry for the long ask! 😅

Oh you're fine I love long asks it just takes me a bit to reply as I have stuff going on during the week in real life. So now I can take the time to share your lovely ask to everyone in all it's glory.

I don't imagine it being a I am your father moment, if anything it feels like something that would be revealed to All Might or figured out. Rather then something explicitly said unless All for One just absolutely loses it and shouts about how stole his family or something.

It is a foregone conclusion that AFO is going to lose/die regardless of everyone's intention. Through him becoming quirkless it would be quite a funny and poetic. Likely if the quirk rewind is stopped while he's young, it could just lock his quirks. We all wish he wouldn't die we can hope but even Horikoshi seems assured he definitely not going to survive. But we can hope. :' )

Honestly, that is the weirdest thing. Like many shonen series sometimes omit a parent from the equation. But Horikoshi when asked about Mr. Midoriya said he would be revealed. It honestly now would be weird for him to introduce a new character in the supposed final arc. So the only other idea I can have of him is just being AFO or maybe if want to be creative, the one we been seeing is a clone. His actual first attempt at retiring but the clone is left unaware of that and is why is using Tomura. Just a funny thought as I remember someone musing about clone AFO being a thing.

#afo confessions #founder: yoly #all for one mha #all for one bnha #dad for one #dad for one mha #dad for one bnha

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deartouya · 2 years

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✶ AS SOULS INTERTWINE — an anthology series

⋆☄︎. * tags: various characters x reader, soulmate aus; all fics are sfw, all reader's have an established career, aged-up characters, post-canon time skips, fluff, meet cutes, each fic will have it's own tags + warnings.

✶ note: the works in this series are all standalone, simply with the running theme of soulmate aus. i will not be writing to a deadline! the first fic will probably be out in january - february. i will be taking my time with each part and splitting my focus onto other fics as well and summaries/tags subject to change.

✶ taglist: if you’re interested in one (or all :3) of the fics, you can join the taglist so you’ll know when they’re posted !!

I. THIS MINUTE WITH YOU : IZUKU MIDORIYA

izuku has always loved the idea of soulmates, keeping track of the countdown on his wrist. but as he gets older and the weight of heroism presses closer, he forgets. so when he finally meets you, it's like everything has clicked into place. if only you shared his enthusiasm.

⋆☄︎. * soulmates: countdown to meeting. reader is hesitant/unbelieving of soulmates, an attempt at slow burn, strangers to soulmates to friends to lovers, food as a love language and way of bonding (shocker), stolen 101 dalmatians meet cute.

II. THERE’S ONLY YOU : HAWKS

after your coffee shop is ruined by a villain attack, you come face to face with the number one hero: winged hero hawks. after your first meeting, he returns throughout the weeks under the guise of coffee and croissants to see you. he’s always loved the idea of soulmates, of someone destined to love him and he hopes you’re it for him. he finds his answer after your shop suffers another attack.

⋆☄︎. * soulmates: you leave marks when you touch. non-canon timeskip, canon typical violence + injuries (very non descript broken leg + villain attacks), reader is a fan of all might lol, reader’s oblivious and a little dumb, hawks falls in love incredibly easily, food (and coffee) as a love language.

III. I FELL FOR YOU IN THE EVERYDAY : KENTO NANAMI

kento nanami is an easy man to fall in love with–considerate, kind, gentlemanly, and incredibly attractive–you only wish you could string together a proper sentence when he visits your shop. but there’s something about him, all of him, that draws you in, that has you counting down the minutes until he visits your shop.

⋆☄︎. * soulmate au: red string of fate. jjk manga spoilers, separated post-canon au, falling in love through routine, reader is very lovestruck and awkward–but incredibly endearing in nanami’s eyes, mentions of scars + permanent injury, food as a love language (once again).

IV. ANYTHING, EVERYTHING : KATSUKI BAKUGOU

as if being tasked with protecting yuuei’s crown prince katsuki bakugou on his mission to find some stupid relic wasn’t bad enough, you discover you’re his soulmate along the way. turns out you're not as successful at hiding the mark as you thought. that or bakugou’s a lot more observant than you gave him credit for. he’s also…not as annoying as you first thought either, regrettably.

⋆☄︎. * soulmate au: you have a unique matching mark on your body. fantasy au, knight/bodyguard reader, dragon king!bakugou, reader tries very hard to hide the soulmark and avoid bakugou–it doesn’t work, lots of bakusquard, slow burn grievances to friends to lovers.

V. LOVE WILL FOLLOW : SHOUTO TODOROKI

you keep seeing him–always too far always, always in bits and pieces, a flash of color and the sharp line of a jaw–in your dreams. it wasn't hard to figure out the number five pro hero shouto was your soulmate. and it was going to become a lot harder to avoid him once he realized your shop falls onto his new patrol route.

⋆☄︎. * soulmate au: you meet in your dreams. pro hero au, an attempt at slow burn, pro hero!shouto, florist!reader, lots of flowers + their meanings, shouto is very determined for you to fall in love with him.

VI. THE SUN BURNS BRIGHT : DABI

touya todoroki's never been one for soulmates, but he can't help but think it's meant to be—holding the little paper cup with you number, blooming under sweet smiles and soft words. the ghost of a life long past, he thinks you remind him of someone.

⋆☄︎. * soulmate au: you meet in every reincarnation. vague historical fantasy au, angst with a happy ending, rehabilitated post-canon villain au, major character death, mentions of injuries/wars.

#⋆☄︎. * as souls intertwine #bnha x reader #jjk x reader #the summaries are trash pls spare me ;-; i tried ;-;#but !! i'm impatient !! so have the mlist !!

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pink-strawberry-kissess · 1 year

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Longing with you (Leon Kennedy x Ada Wong)

crossposted on my ao3

Summary: Little chapter in my "everyday with you" series.

A bit of angst in the beginnings of their "relationship," and how Leon hurts struggling with the realities of it. Wondering if Ada will ever become more of a frequent and stable thing in his life, or will she continue to be a fleeting dream.

Notes: warnings: light smut?, when is my smut ever light lmao sometimes, angst, leon and ada are both kind of being angsty because nothing is established yet, same au as my everyday with you series i think, but just earlier in the timeline. pre re 6, but after re4. i dunno why i head canon that leon CUMS TOO FAST SOMETIMES LOL also i dunno, somethings i think that Leon’s had a vasectomy. I’m neither confirming nor denying this head canon that i have in terms of this au. but it’s something i think about. Ada i feel like wouldn’t have her tubes tied necessarily, but might be on hormones or something, like the shot or something. (FULL WARNINGS ON AO3 LINK)

word count: 6000 ~

Whatever they had was more than unorthodox. Their so called 'relationship' a proverbial question mark. Nothing was set in stone, and for the most part; their circumstances made them live with it. Their beginnings were quite random. Seemingly never at a good time, but it always felt right. They were like opposites sides of the same twisting, turning coin.

Their nights together began with her showing up unannounced. Perhaps a small note letting him know of her “scheduled” presence. But he was never really sure when he would see her again. It was always on her terms, and he was okay with it for the time being.

Passion filled nights ended with a peaceful slumber. And in the morning she'd already be gone. Sure, he wanted nothing more than for her to be there in the mornings with him. And on the off chance, she’d still be there. Those were special mornings.

But each time the painful reality of her always leaving began to take its toll.

The hurt Leon felt for some sense of normalcy was excruciating at times. The quiet longing for her was the most painful in the mornings. Waking up cold and alone. With only the memory of her. And the only physical reminder; her kiss print on neatly folded letter.

His early morning body subconsciously yearned for more, always feeling for the ghost of her. The first few moments of consciousness, he could still smell her. That sweet scent was still engulfing him and torturing him as if she were still there.

But it would fade as the sun would rise. It was the softest reminder of her, one that he would always be afraid he’d forget.

Soft jasmine and dark cherries. Sweet, musk and floral all at once.

Her kiss still stained onto his skin and lips. Feeling it like her kiss was only just there. He’d only wish it would last longer. The soft tingle he felt in his bones at the memory of her kiss.

His only sense of self preservation for his emotional state was that each time the longing for her grew too painful for him; he'd delude himself. That she was just a figment of his imagination. That she wasn't real.

The truth would only be more painful each time he'd remember that she was real. Tangible and actually real, standing in front of him each time she’d arrive unannounced.

Again.

Days turned to weeks, sometimes months before he’d see her again. The moments in between sometimes felt too long and arduous. On occasion, their meetings would never seem to work.

More than once he’d find himself shaking his head in frustration. Angry at himself on the times she’d shown up at his home and he wasn’t there. The signs of her were always apparent. Another note left on his nightside table. His home tidied somehow.

The faint scent of her perfume.

He would’ve been stuck on a plane somewhere, caught between missions, or it was simply just the wrong place at the wrong time. It wasn’t like he would be able to seek her out. The fact of the matter was, if she didn’t want to be found; she would not be found.

But more often than not, Leon simply being someplace was enough for her to show up. On the odd occasion of him needing a desperate solution to something, Ada would be there. Helping him in the shadows, saving his life more times that he would even know.

Other times he would base their chances of meeting purely on luck. But he swore sometimes if the weather was just perfect. The night air cool and crisp. Moonlight bright with twinkling stars.

Somehow, she’d always show up.

He’d want to be there to see her. Always.

He quickly made his way back into his home. Hitting the threshold of the front door and wanting to head to his bedroom immediately. But he noticed it. His eyes narrowing at his surroundings as he examined everything slowly. His somewhat basic townhouse apartment. Government agents tend to be secretive in different ways than one would assume. An inconspicuous apartment was easier to ignore than a luxury condo somewhere. Although the idea of retiring to one in his later years was something he’d think about.

The idea of a white picket fence and wife with two kids was a fantasy to him at times. His lifestyle never letting him have it all. He had retired that dream long ago.

So here he was, returning after a mission to something… off about his apartment. It felt lived in, despite him abandoning it for a few weeks. That soft fragrant scent filled his nose. A note with a rich red kiss mark on the soft parchment was left on his night table.

He’d wondered how long she had waited for him. Thoughts running endlessly in his head. She had tidied his home. A single plant she had left there once was watered and pruned. She gently scolded him when he talked to her about the idea of a dog. And suggested him to take care of a plant before doing so.

‘It wouldn’t be fair to the dog if you can’t even keep a plant alive.’

He had kept the little potted plant alive despite his lack of a green thumb. Housed in its little terracotta pot speckled with little dots of neutral colours. The stem of the plant popping little green leaves, more bright and vibrant looking. A small pink bud even seemed to be forming near the top. The blankets on his bed were made and scented with her, like she had been sleeping there. Waiting for him before she would inevitably decide that he wasn’t going to be here this time. The soft sheets were folded neatly against the mattress, his pillows fluffed up and tidied with a feminine touch that Leon couldn’t ever replicate.

The very ghost of her haunts him.

Wanting and dreaming and thinking about what could’ve been. What made her decide to visit him this time? How long had she waited? How had she been? Was she alright? Had she taken her time to settle in while she waited? Did she try to cook in his kitchen? His exasperation and resentment fizzled into more thoughts of wandering, wanting and longing for her. Thinking of all the missed opportunities they could’ve had in the span of a few seconds.

“Looking for someone?”

His head snapped towards the sound, only then did he notice the dim amber glow of a candle in a short saffron colour glass jar as it burned on the kitchen table. The air that left Leon was heavy and weighted with something more than relief. As if the breath was burdensome.

“Ada,” he finally spoke after he straightening himself out. His body less tense from the intrusion, and eased up at the sight of her. His tired blues lingered and stuck on her as he took the time to memorize her again. Her hair had seemed longer, just a bit, maybe a fraction more as it hit a different part of her neck. Maybe she hadn’t had the chance to get it trimmed yet. Her attire was more casual as well, although he often was not as one to memorize her outfits. Somehow this time it seemed more out of style for her. Then again, did he even really know what her style was?

He hadn’t bothered to wonder how she’d gotten into his apartment this time. It wasn’t difficult for her to break in. And he never made the efforts to strengthens his homes security since the first time she managed to get in.

“When did you get here?” He asked, somehow still distant from her. He’d only just returned home, still a bit tired and jet lagged.

A shower was desperately needed.

“A while ago. I wasn’t sure if you were going to be here or not. Your flight was delayed, wasn’t it?”

Leon raised his brow before chuckling softly to himself, a grin growing on his face quickly, “it was,” he answered simply. How she had that knowledge he hadn’t bother to question it.

“I can leave if you want me to,” Ada gently tilted her head to her shoulder, seemingly noticing how exhausted he was. She wasn’t sure to ask him, wondering if anything went wrong either. She could often read him like an open book, yet he seemed somewhat closed off tonight. Like a page dogeared for another time; she didn’t want to stay any longer if she felt undesired. As if a respite was needed without her.

“No, you can stay, I just. I reek,” he exhaled a laugh through his nose, his hands finally loosening up as he dropped off all of his things hastily against the couch nearby. His keys falling between the couch cushions as they always somehow seemed to do so. Calloused fingers played with the tight tie wrapped around his neck, his fingertips getting stuck on the silk trying to loosen it.

Ada had rarely seen Leon with a tie on. Even at the White House working with the president, the most he had worn was a dress shirt and a suit. She silently wondered the change but didn’t mind it. The vision of it was alluring. His fingers picking at the silk fabric, struggling with it still. The idea of him returning home and meeting her. Gathering him up after a long days work and settling in with him for the night.

“I think I can decide whether or not you reek,” she reached over towards him, closing in the few steps in between until she was situated in between his wide stance. She angled her head, Leon’s height still staggering above her as she dragged one of her manicured fingers against his jawline. Watching as his skin pebble against her touch. Smiling softly to herself, she gently pried his fingers away from his tie and quickly undid the knot, unthreading the tie from him and letting it drop against the couch. The thin fabric dropping on top of his other scattered belongings.

Leon remained still, watching her every movement. Wondering if she was still here somehow. The very notion of her being here, like she were waiting for him after a long day at work. The house made and her here, just doing the simple act of removing his tie. It was a fantasy. It left him wondering if it was an act. Even if it were, he’d live in it just for the moment.

Her fingertips grazed against his chin again, pressing against the soft stubble against his jaw.

“Still think I need to take a shower?” He finally broke the silence, his words more nervous sounding than he wanted them to be. His tone shaky despite how hard he tried to think of the words before actually saying them.

Her eyes locked with his, “Are you asking me to shower with you?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.”

In his haze to memorize the image of her in front of him, she was doing the same to him. Watching him as she took her time to strip him down to nothing as the water jet steamed behind them. The water never seemed to warm until it had run for a few minutes. Wasteful, but a warm shower was one of the only things he wanted right now. The other standing in front of him.

The tiny apartment shower had led to more than one rendezvous before, the close quarters making little wiggle room for much else. But he had seemed too tired, and she could feel it. His muscles ached, and were tight in her hands. His complexion a bit too colourless for her liking. The only thing that somehow remained intact was in fact his hair.

Once he had been stripped down to his bare bones, he almost stood awkwardly, watching her stripping down as well. A wide neck oxblood coloured top was lifted over her head. Her bare breasts underneath was a bit of a shock, as he was expecting another layer underneath. The image of it had Leon flushing. A simple knit pencil skirt hugged her hips as she shimmied it down her thighs, knees then ankles. Her panties going along with it. He was fixated on her as she gathered their clothing and left them on top of a hamper that was unceremoniously shoved into a corner.

“Well, are you going to just rack up your water bill? Or are you getting in?”

He finally shook his head, “after you,” he snickered and helped her into it. The warm water filtered through the little shower head and rained onto her. Her dark hair matting against her forehead before she wiped it away, letting the rest of the water splash down onto her. Stepping in behind her, he finally took the time to press his hands around her waist, not only for some intimacy but to also partially situate the both of them so that they were both underneath the falling water.

“So you wanna tell me what happened or are we just going to ignore it?”

As the steam filled the tiny shower, Leon swallowed the small lump in his throat and felt the water soaking up his hair, his ears ringing a bit as he did so. The heavy fringe in front of his forehead grew more weighty until he felt her fingers combing through them. Delicately carding through his tresses until she could see him again.

“Ignore. For now,” he finally answered and grabbed one of the soft plastic bottles of body wash and a small body towel. Lathering it up in his palms until it was filled with suds. It was a more musky scent, sandalwood and eucalyptus, one that contrasted the soft sweet scent of her. But she didn’t mind it, it was one of the few reminders of him for her. While Leon also enjoyed the idea of his scent lingering on her.

Ada nodded, small droplets of water cascading from her hair as she grabbed the towel to drag along his body. Washing him up gently and delicately like he were made of porcelain. New blooms of reds and blues littered his skin, the capillaries bursting with blood from impact. No open wounds though. At least he was left mostly unscathed. Relief filled her body after completing her thorough check, finding just the small myriad of bruises on him. Ones that would fade in a few days.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Honestly, I’m too tired to really think. I wasn’t expecting you. But then again, I kind of never do,” he replied, not initially noticing the venom that passively stung in his tone of voice. But she was perceptive enough to catch it.

A droplet fell from her dark lashes, one that Leon didn’t miss. Not knowing whether it was from her or the shower frustrated him. Whatever feelings she had, he still felt cheated. As if this was a joke. She came here unannounced, she had no right to be angry about whatever state he was in. He half expected her to do retort or snap at him. But grew less frustrated as she responded with silence.

She continued washing him up just the way that he liked it. The warm water growing hotter just a degree. The steamy mist filled the shower and the room, obscuring their visibility of everything except each other. She finishes cleaning him up and the water was shut off, the sound loud as the water made its way through the pipes. The two remaining large fluffy towels were hung on a nearby metal towel rack and Leon was quick to grab both, wrapping one around her and the other around himself.

Ada held it tightly against her body, her hair still sopping wet and dripping as her fingers gently pressed it against her neck, trying to get the excess water out. Without much thought, Leon grabbed another smaller towel and wrapped it around her neck, letting her ends of her tresses fall into the folds of the towel.

“I didn’t mean for it to sound like that,” he murmured with a sigh. His lips were tempted to press a kiss against her bare shoulder. The reflection of them in the mirror was slowly growing clear, the image of their two profiles less blurry like an apparition emerging from the mist.

“I know what you meant,” she finally responded, neither confirming nor denying anything. A question mark still lingered in the air as he continued to dry her off. Not focused on anything else as he gently turned her around and finally faced her. His fingers traced along the dark black strands that framed her face, then gently tucked both behind her ears. His hands cradling her head to turn her gaze towards him. Yet she remained focused on his chest, her lashes heavy and shielded her eyes from him. Grabbing the smaller towel wrapped around her neck, she pressed it gently against his hair, folding it in between his locks and drying them softly. Her fingers carding through them again to let it dry in the same parting he’d always had it in. Her gaze never reaching his eyes the entire time.

Very little words were said to each other after they left the bathroom. The candle that was left unattended prior was snuffed out and darkness filled the apartment. The blankets were pulled from the bed. They laid in his bed, wearing little underneath the sheets. Ada dressed in one of his large t-shirts. Leon in one of his boxers. The bedroom window was cracked open a sliver, mixing in the cool air from the night with the warmth that filtered through from the bathroom to the bedroom.

In the darkness he watched her as she gently closed her eyes, her chest raising softly with each breath. Her lips parting a bit with each exhale. Despite how tired he felt, his eyes wouldn’t close. If he were to close them, the idea of tomorrow would come too soon. Dreading to see the empty bed next to him in the morning. His body inched closer towards her, his arm propped up to support his head as he watched her. Time passed, his eyes adjusting to the darkness as she appeared more clearly. The moonlight from the windows came in through a sheer curtain, lighting his entire bedroom in hues of blue.

Ada stirred, a more audible sigh leaving her. “Are you going to sleep or keep staring at me?” She finally opened her eyes to see Leon fairly close to her, just inches apart. Her eyes had already adjusted to the darkness fairly quickly, seeing the halo of the light from the window shining against his dark blond fringe. Casting an heavenly glow to him. A sight she wished she could see more often, just like this, every night. After everything was said and done, and they only had each other and nothing else.

“I don’t know. Will I see you in the morning?”

She thought about her answer and closed the gap between them, her lips ghosting along his warm soft lips for a brief moment before they pressed together. Neither was sure who made the move first, the very action of the kiss causing all other thoughts to quickly dissipate. Leon was always the more affectionate one. The second he felt her kiss, his hands shot towards her, grasping her towards his chest more desperately than he intended. The sudden warmth of Leon’s embrace caught her off guard, a slight exhale slipping from her lips from the jolt in movement. His kiss was more longing than normal, one that lingered and felt like he craved more. His warm palms caressed and cradled her closer, while hers remained still against his chest. His heartbeat always spiked whenever she was near him, the rush of thumping against her open palm as she caressed his sculpted bare chest. Delicately moving upwards towards his neck. Her fingertips played against his throat, drawing little lines upwards towards his jawline.

Leon’s actions grew more desperate, not one of a man who was in desperate need of sleep.

“I thought you were tired,” she breathed out, her voice low yet smooth. Her tone piquing his interest on how he should respond.

“I was, not anymore,” he quickly blurted out between kisses and raised himself up with his forearm pressed against the mattress, hovering above her while she situated herself onto her back. Her legs pressed neatly together between his.

She fought back for each kiss, although much gentler, as if in response to his hasty change of course. His perceptiveness caught on it and he gently brought himself back to reality. Leaning backward after his lips left hers.

“Unless you don’t want to,” he swallowed his words, the lump in his throat suddenly apparent as he gazed down at her trapped underneath him looking like a helpless fawn. Her hair haloed around her head against the soft pillow. His large shirt engulfing her figure and letting her legs look bare and thinner in comparison.

Leon watched her as she mirrored him, eyes flickering between each other, gauging each others silent thoughts.

“Let me?” She asked more tentatively and gentle than usual. Her delicate fingers pressed against his chest, his weight growing lighter as she easily manoeuvred him underneath her instead. The bed shifting and expelling noises as they switched positions. The slightest bounce of the bed making it seem like it was vibrating as she got comfortable on top of him. Legs spread over his strong thighs while her fingers now danced along his bare chest. Tracing little lines and shapes on the crevices of his muscles, doting little scars, moles and spots.

He expelled a sharp exhale at her touch, his chest flushing with warmth as a tingly sensation resonated inside of him.

“Ada wait-" he grunted softly whilst her hands worked on peeling down the top hem of his briefs and feeling him through the fabric.

“I don’t think I can-"

“I said, ‘let me,’” she repeated, her hand leaving him and grabbing the bottom edge of the top she wore. Leon fisted the sheets underneath him, possessed by the image of her as she stripped in front of him a second time tonight. The moonlight illuminated her her in all of her glory. Her thighs spread above him as she bared all of herself to him. She wasn’t shy as her fingers slid down in between her legs and teased herself in front of him. Her fingertips glistening with her essence as she gazed down onto him, eyeing him quietly. A whimper escaped every few moments from her, while Leon’s own breaths filled the room as he watched her. Entranced by her, and the smallest moments where’d she lose herself to the pleasure. Every whine and whimper slipping from her lips bringing his cock forward. Pressing against the inside of his briefs and growing more uncomfortable by the second.

He longed to touch her, touch himself, touch anything. Her hand anchored herself against his thigh behind her. In a few swift movements she moved her hand and dragged his briefs down, finally exposing him to the cool air of the night. Another desperate groan left Leon, his body jolting forward before his mind could stop himself. The fistfuls of sheets unravelling from his fingers quickly and grabbing at her hips, bringing her closer to him.

She entertained his desire for more, “so desperate, aren’t you Leon?” Her warm drenched fingers slipped from her core. Leaning forward just a bit to press the same fingertips against his bottom lip. He took them graciously, his warm tongue pressing on the appendage and licking them up. His eyes closing as he did so. Her other hand palmed at him, eliciting a whine from him. Her hand stroking him up and down from tip to base. Coating him in his own slick, more of him leaking by the second.

He had half the mind to nip on her fingertips still against his tongue, his eyes opening to watch her stroking him slowly. Too slowly to get him off. But he reconsidered on the idea as he watched her situate herself on top of him now. Pressing the head of his cock against her slit, slowly easing down onto him whilst his head pressed harshly against his pillow. His mouth agape, a loud chest and throaty whine echoed from him, her finger finally slipped away from his lips and pressed onto his chest. Her other hand meeting to support herself on him.

His hands still desperately grabbed at her hips, wanting to force her up and down onto his cock. His fingers kneading the flesh each time he felt her moving her onto him. Leon’s eyes darkened, watching himself slipping in and disappearing inside of her each time she brought herself back down. More slick coated his cock each time she raised herself back up just to slam back down. She brought her speed up, the motion of her hips stroking every inch of his cock as he remained still. His thighs twitching to thrust up into her, catch her off guard maybe. Make her as desperate for him as he always felt for her.

Finally he felt her lose herself. Her heavy lashes closing, a desperate call for his name and her hands turning to fists against his chest momentarily. It was a warning. Her hips rutted into him, feeling her pressing herself deeply onto him and feeling all of him inside of her. The warmth from the both of them was almost too hot now, sweat growing on each other’s bodies.

He took over immediately. His much more powerful movements allowing them to thrust in tandem at a more passionate speed. He already knew he wasn’t going to be able to take much more. Watching her above him as she lost herself to her climax. A pleasure filled smile growing on her face as her hair swished from the motion. Her full bouncing breasts on display for him. Her thighs twitching and her warm velvety walls convulsing wildly around him brought him over the edge. Filling her deeply, his hand slid from her hips towards her lower then mid back. Lowering her to so they were chest to chest. Her head tucked underneath his chin, her body still twitching and moving against him with each airy whimper.

Now spent, his body and mind completely exhausted from any movement or thought. He felt her gently easing off of him, spilling their combined essence onto him. He remained mostly motionless, only his chest raising and lowering as he caught his breath. His eyes half lidded, seeing the blurry motion of her and the sounds of the top drawer being opened and the shuffle of fabrics. Ada watched as he twitched, the towel pressing against him as she cleaned himself up then herself.

What felt like a few moments later, the bed dipped with her weight. Ada fixing him up by tugging his briefs back onto him. The soft cotton of his t-shirt was adorned onto her smaller body again.

Still sleepy, now even more-so he grabbed at her; cuddling her into him and kissing her goodnight. Lazily smiling while knowing the possibility that she wouldn’t be there in the morning. He held her tightly, not wanting to let her go, not wanting to think that he’d wake up alone and cold in the bed. His eyes shut tight at the thought.

She wasn’t sure if he’d hear her, whispering a simple, “sweet dreams, Leon,” before she closed her eyes and felt herself comfortable enough to drift off to sleep.

His body felt heavy and warm, like one would feel after waking up from a midday nap. Unsure of what time or day it was. The sun peeked through the sheer curtains; neither blinding nor too weak to indicate what time it was. Blinking lazily he looked at the clock on his nightstand, the numbers still blurry.

He hadn’t wanted to feel the bed next to him, sensing that it was empty. He didn’t want to believe it. If he’d see it, then it was more real.

He didn’t want to feel it again.

Instead he noticed the bright red on the nightstand. The letter from earlier that Ada had left behind remained untouched.

His vision clearing, he reached for it whilst still laying in bed. His fingertips grazing the kiss print on the parchment as if it her her own lips. The little grains of red lined in the paper, stamping each little crevice of her lips. Fumbling with the opening of the letter, he unfolded it. Not wanting to read it yet simultaneously desperately wanting to see it. Folding open the third partition of it, he almost had seen the smallest amounts of her delicate handwriting before he heard a sound from the kitchen. A clang sound, akin to a metal pot or pan. Or was it glass against the counter?

Letter quickly forgotten he laid it back down and twisted himself and his feet onto the carpeted floor. His legs taking him quicker towards the sound. The rest of his apartment was brighter, curtains partially drawn open. Passing the couch towards the kitchen, he’d notice his things from the couch were cleaned up. Even his keys were pried from in between the cushions and laid on a glass table nearby. Ada had already made the mental note to leave him some sort of dish or a wall hook for him to use.

Reaching the kitchen he finally saw her. The back her at least, as she fumbled with the mechanics of his espresso machine. She was still wearing his t-shirt from last night, her feet now wearing a pair of his slippers he’d accidentally packed from a hotel he had stayed at. A pair in which he felt so guilty about taking, he tried to pay back the hotel to only realize they were complimentary.

“You know, you should invest in something better than this, the milk frother on this doesn’t even work properly,” she snickered, her gaze stuck on the machine as she turned it on properly this time. “They’ll get cold too fast if the milk isn’t hot enough.”

“I’ll remember that for next time, since you’re the only one who drinks lattes,” he smiled and walked towards her, his arms wrapping around her tightly. His embrace longing and filled with warmth. No longer nervous, he pressed a kiss against her exposed shoulder. His lips parted from her shoulder as he quickly whispered, “you stayed.” His tone hopeful and light.

Ada felt a flush suddenly, her cheeks warming. “I didn’t have anywhere else to be. For now,” she said with a tilt of her head towards him. With a smile, her focus went back towards the espresso machine as she tried to pull a shot from it. The dark brown espresso filled the tiny glass, slowly pulling from the machine and filled nearly towards the top. Satisfied with the pull, she laid the glass onto the counter.

“I guess you never read my letter. Now why do I bother leaving you with such amazing penmanship,” she smirked and turned around in his grasp, facing him as she pressed herself into his chest.

“I’m sorry-,” he exhaled a laugh, grin on his face growing while he admired her in the morning light. Her cheeks flushed with a bit of pink, lips in a bitten red colour somehow. Hair not pristine in style but effortlessly her. Still embracing her, his hand raised to gently part her hair from her face, tucking it against her ear, “- I promise to read it, but-“ he paused his words.

“Think you can give me a warning the next time you decide to stop by?” He finally asked, his hand still cradling her face.

Without saying a word she closes the gap between them, her tiptoes pressing onto the flooring and raising her up to press a kiss against his lips. With a smile on her lips she whispered against his lips, “now you really should be reading my letters,” she giggled warmly, her laugh sweet and smooth like rich honey.

Leon’s head quirked to the side, very much like a puppy. His brow raising for a second while her words lingered in his head.

Had she been leaving a clue in her letters this entire time?

“Um- would you mind making me a cup too? Please?” He released her from his grasp, her height lowering as she stood back flat on her feet. She hummed a simple ‘mmhm,’ and turned back around to work with the espresso machine, making herself a latte with the half working frother and starting another one for Leon.

He made his way back towards his bedroom, taking the time to grab another t-shirt from his closet and throwing it on before grabbing Ada’s letter again. His eyes narrowing at her handwriting and flipping the sheet back and forth. Quickly looking at the open doorway, and hearing Ada still working in the kitchen, he slyly opened the bottom drawer of his nightstand and lifted a fake bottom from it and revealed a small stack of Ada’s letters, all signed in her signature way. Gathering the most recent one from the top layer, and the one she’d left on the night stand. He had a look at them intensely. Not seeing anything unusual at all. Nothing to indicate a date of any sort. Frankly there were no numbers he could see.

He had always looked over at her notes, often times on the days that he had missed her. Unable to meet with her; he would hold them just to read over her writing. Wishing that he was able to see her again. Checking the empty doorway again, he looked back inside the drawer and gathered the next one on top of the recent ones she had left him. Flipping the paper over, he felt the edges of the parchment and flipped it a few times. Not bothering to read it as he had already done so many times with that one. Only then did he notice it.

Faint scratch marks on the top left corner of the page. How could he have not noticed it?

He had the idea. Taking the last two letters she had left him and laid them on top of each other until he noticed the scratch marks on the same spots on both letters. Folding back up one of the letters, he felt the scratches and finally saw the matching lines.

Yesterday's date. Written in roman numerals.

Exasperated he grabbed the newest letter and did the same, folding it back up and matching the lines.

Another date. A few weeks from today.

Her footsteps were quiet, but her leaning herself against the door frame gave off a creaking sound.

Startled, Leon quickly turned, her letters feeling like they were on fire in his hands.

“So you finally figured it out, huh?” She exhaled a few short giggles to herself, both of her hands full with two mugs of a steamy hot latte.

“Why?” He said somewhat amazed.

She walked over towards the bed, taking a seat on the edge of it as she handed him his cup, “I’m not naive to the complexities of our ‘lifestyles’ Leon,” she paused to take a sip from her drink, both of her hands holding the mug as it warmed her hands.

“I didn’t want to feel like I wasn’t giving you some sort of clue. But I also didn’t want you to be waiting for me either. I tried to make it work. Sometimes it didn’t. But even if you weren’t here, I was okay with it,” she paused to take another sip. As if she needed a pause after her confession. Only realizing now how vulnerable she was being with her feelings, a warm flush painted on her cheeks.

“But I was starting to wonder when you would figure it out,” she managed to say as confidently as she could.

“You always were telling me when you'd be coming,” he finally blurted out, the realization dawning on him that he just never put the pieces together. Literally.

“Your latte is going to get cold,” She replied with a grin, her lips still on the edge of her mug.

Exhaling a large sigh of relief he quickly discarded his mug onto the night stand, his other hand faster to grab hers as well and do the same. A shrill laugh slipped from Ada as Leon nearly threw her back into his bed. Neither of them caring about their lattes growing cold.

Notes:

i hope that tied all the loose ends lol i guess maybe the mission i’ll talk about in another fic or something! who knows! i’m actually pretty happy with how this one turned out! the notes thing was completely unplanned! i'm a bit of a unplanned writer so i just go with the flow or i have something extremely planned lol. so this just went full circle kind of well, i'm happy with it lol which is rare cause i'm rarely happy with my writing LOL

OKAY SO IF ANYONE IS CONFUSED I MEAN LIKE when you have a piece of paper and you fold it. you can fold it so that lines match so if you have the date like august, 24, 2008 the lines on the paper when folded properly would show VIII / XXIV / MMVIII but if they are split, it would just halve the symbols?? GET IT??? OKAY. IT MAKES SENSE IN MY HEAD also maybe omit the years cause that would be a lot of random scratch marks that leon would have to ignore somehow lol

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selineram3421 · 2 years

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Idk why but seeing your ml say you write for Saiki and Encanto my brain was literally like: How annoyed would Saiki be if he just heard the music on repeat in my head (I have The Family Madrigal and we Don't Talk About Bruno memorized so it plays on loop in my brain. Sometimes Surface Pressure and All of You are there but I don't have it memorized quite as much.)

So literally like in class, and then Saiki picks up my brain "My Tia Pepa, her mood affects the weather. When she's unhappy, well the temperature gets weird. My Tio Bruno- We don't talk about Bruno. They say he saw the future; one day he disappeared. Woah! That my mom Julieta here's her deal-" or like in the middle of a test just "GRANDKID ROUND UP!" Or just walking by him and "Seven foot frame, rats along his back-"

One day he just hears "You're the real gift kid, let us in."

How quickly do you think it would take for him to be sick of the music xD

(To be clear this wasn't really a request, I just wanted to express my dumb idea. If you wanted to write it alright but if not you're not pressured lol.)

He'd be so annoyed 😆 Haha

Sorry its late, life stuff.

Saiki X Reader:

The Encanto Brainrot

Gender neutral reader for everyone to enjoy!

~*·°·.·°·*

Saiki had a surprisingly peaceful weekend. Just him and his coffee jelly while watching the TV drama that the thoughts of people haven't spoiled for him yet.

He hoped it could be like this everyday.

But that's just wishful thinking.

The moment he sat down at his desk, there was a noise that just seemed to keep playing over and over. Occasionally it would change but again, that noise would repeat.

Eventually it got louder the closer the person got and he was finally able to hear what it was clearly.

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no~

We don't talk about Bruno- But!

It was my wedding day

It was our wedding day!

We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky

No clouds allowed in the sky

Oh, it was a song.

Saiki thought and just shrugged it off, not thinking much of it.

Glancing over, he saw that it was you who had been playing the tune in your head. It was somewhat of a surprise since you were so quiet in class and even your thoughts were sometimes hard to hear.

I guess they must be in a good mood.

The pink haired teen concluded and went back to getting his things set up for class.

Good for them I guess.

After a few classes it was finally break. You had a different song playing in your head this time.

Under the surface

I'm pretty sure I'm worthless if I can't be of service

A flaw or a crack

The straw in the stack

That breaks the camel's back

Not good for them, geez. How long can they play those songs in their head?

Saiki heard these songs repeat all throughout class. The only upside was that he didn't hear Kaidou and Nendou talking.

"Hey buddy! Buddy! Pal!", Nendou kept calling out.

"Can't you see he's thinking! An oaf like you wouldn't understand how hard it is to know that Dark Reunion lurks on this planet.", Kaidou says, covering one eye dramatically.

Oh great, these two idiots are here.

Sighing quietly as the two bicker, the psychic hears the song switch after repeating four times.

Welcome to the Family Madrigal!

Saiki holds back from banging his head on the desk. This had been the song they were listening to earlier.

Please just stop.

The day was just filled with the same music. Occasionally some background music, and random characters saying certain lines, but mostly the "We Don't Talk About Bruno" song.

The next day, and the day after, the whole week. A whole week of the same music from the movie they watched.

Thankfully the music started to only happen once in a while now.

Then came the movie quotes.

For some reason, Nendou decided to include you into the group for lunch and dragged him to the cafeteria.

Kaidou was being nervous and just stood in front of the doors.

Randomly, Saiki hears your thoughts sounding different.

You're the real gift kid, let us in.

Deciding to just get lunch over with, Saiki pushes with Kaidou one of his abilities into the doors and they open.

Another time is when Teruhashi wanted a group picture.

GRANDKID ROUND UP!

It continued for a long, LONG time.

~Seline, the person.

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lotrthobbit · 2 years

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I am unsure if your asks are open, so if they aren't pls feel free to ignore this!

But if it's possible could I get some BOTW angst?? Sometimes for revali where he's kinda seeing his hylian s/o and they leave the village for a bit and once they return they find that revail is in some sort or arranged marriage and what happens after?? Something like that idk I thought it'd be a neat idea

Your wish is my command ! And also feel free to request, its currently summer so I got time lol. So thank you for requesting and I hope you like it ! Also sorry for taking so long, I kept thinking of how I should end the story and since you said Angst, I will give you ANGST !

introducing...

Meant to Be

Revali x Gn! Hylian Reader

Warning: Angst, Bittersweet Ending

I do not own any gifs used here

[for the sake of this story, I had to change somethings so you'll see some characters as that probably were not alive before calamity. ]

[ Reader Pov]

It was a warm summer morning in Lurelin Village, nothing compared to the cold air in Rito Village. Despite the nice warm temperature warming up my skin, Rito Village had grown to be my home.

" You are up and early !" I heard a voice behind me, none other than my rito, Revali.

" Well you did say we would be going back today so I figured I would pack up what we did not get to."

" What would I do without you ?"

I chuckled as I hugged him," Probably forget everything."

I felt him nuzzle against my cheek as he wrapped his wings/arms around my waist. I felt a familiar warm feeling spread throughout my chest.

" Let us have breakfast before we set off."

I smiled and followed along.

Revali and I have been secretly dating for some time ever since he had become a champion, he was busy and we had hardly seen one another due to his constant training and learning how to control Vah Medoh. Princess Zelda had let the champions rest for a week before resuming their everyday training once again, and so that leads us to where we are now.

Revali had visited me as I had stayed at the Inn since I worked for the stable nearby. From there he had told me to pack my things as we were going to Lurelin Village to spend some much needed rest.

Unfortunately time had escaped us, it was now time to leave and although leaving behind such a beautiful village with memories of love and happiness, I was excited to go back and spend time in the beloved Village I had called home.

" Are you going to miss this village ?"

" Partially, I'll miss the memories we made here."

He smiled and held my cheek as he grabbed my hand heading toward the shrine.

" That good for nothing knight will be teleporting us back. "

" I rather fly, last time we were teleported, I felt sick to my stomach."

" How else will we able to arrive to Rito Village in a timely manner and without suspicion, the Rito believe we left as a trio."

I nodded understanding that if we were to arrive without Link, we would gain suspicion, a Hylian and Rito was not your usual couple, but they still existed, it was the fact that he was the champion and I was just a simple stable worker whom was born and raised in Hateno and brought to the Rito at the age of 10.

And so Link was waiting at the shrine nodding as a way to acknowledge our presence.

Link motioned for us to come closer, Revali standing in between us and let out a 'hmph' as to put space between the knight and I. At times like this I found his jealousy to be somewhat cute.

Then we were engulfed in a blue light, I always hated this part when we arrived at Rito Village I felt sick to my stomach.

Revali was glad to finally be home and so was I, but part of me will miss the time we had spent, and who knows how long it would be until we got a moment like that once again.

Upon our walk towards the stairs we hear cheers. We turn around to see Kaneli with many of the Rito surrounding him. He waves at the three of us, I glanced at Link to see him shrug.

" Good news my child !" spoke Kaneli as he walked closer to us.

" What is going on ?" asked Revali, he was confused as well since there had been a crowd gathering.

" I want you to meet my niece, Sora." Then walked out the most beautiful Rito that I have seen. " You have been arranged to wed Sora this upcoming month, you are now at an age to need an heir."

I felt my heart drop at the words, an arranged marriage ?! I felt myself step back and Revali looked at me worried.

" I refuse to marry her."

" Why ? Is she not to your liking ?"

" I do not wish to marry anyone that I do not know nor Love."

" Love ? My boy , I thought you were far more intelligent to believe in such a fairytale."

" I refuse to marry and have no time to spend looking after someone or a family, my duty is to protect the Rito and Hyrule."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the stairs, he was walking quickly pulling me behind as I heard many of the other Rito say, ' is he perhaps seeing the Hylian ?' \

' no that is wrong.'

' it is becoming more common so who knows.'

'why them? '

The same Rito who had smiled at me and treated me as family seemed to see me as a stranger that never crossed their path.

Revali grabbed my arm and told me to hop on his back and quickly he began making his way towards the flight range.

The cold nipped my skin as I tried my best to nuzzle into his feathers to keep warm.

" Do not listen to them my love, they have no right to choose my path for me."

I nodded but part of me understood their intentions and understood that I am just merely a common Hylian. Perhaps it would be better for him to Marry a Rito to be able to have a Rito child.

We landed on the flight Range and he quickly grabbed the blankets and wrapped me around them as he turned the fire on.

" We gained suspicion..." I whispered as he made his way to sit behind me and wrap his wings around me to keep me warm. I leaned my back against his chest as he nuzzled into my cheeks.

" Let them make their judgements, all that matters is that I love you." I felt tears stream down my cheek," What would I do without you ?"

" Probably crumble because I am so perfect." he said as he pumped out his chest, I could not help but chuckle.

They had begun to treat me differently. They had begun to pry into my personal life as they asked questions such as :

' Are you with Revali ?'

' Is it not weird ?'

' Stick with the Hylians .'

' You'll never be a Rito.'

I could not tell Revali what was happening. Other Hylians had begun to judge me as well, not due to being with a Rito but our different statuses seemed to bother them.

" How was your day my love ?" spoke Revali as he made his way to the flight range. I smiled and shared only the positives of that day in order not to worry him.

He had sat down beside me and spoke About his tiring day and how many monsters have been trying to enter around and near the village. A fellow Rito was harmed but luckily Revali was 'faster and more agile' to save him.

We had spent some time talking about the day and eventually Revali told me to get on his back because he had a surprise for me. We flew over the Rito village, I saw that many of the Rito were preparing a wedding which saddened me further, will he really marry someone else?

I tried pushing the feeling aside when we landed on Vah Medoh. There laid a beautiful picnic. A smile adorned my face as I felt warmth spread throughout my chest.

" Revali ! Oh my- This is wonderful !" He pulled me to sit alongside him and smiled," Only the best for my beloved."

We spent hours talking and eating, I wished time could stay still .

Then it had begun to rain...

" This is bad...extremely bad." He said to himself as he hurriedly pulled me to my feet. He grabbed me and tried to fly me down to Rito but he was grazed by some blue light.

"Just a scratch." I had begun to panic at the attack he then instructed me to grab my paraglider and fly down the rest of the way.

" I can't leave you here."

" I can't put your life in danger, now go !" he yelled. I had no choice but to listen to him as I jumped off and flew down onto the village. It was hard to see and I had begun to worry more as the Rito did not have the best vision in the night and it was worse due to the fact there was a storm.

Everyone stared ahead as we saw explosions in the sky. I could not help but shed tears as I begged Hylia that he would make It back alive.

But my prayers were not heard....

Calamity Ganon had won and everyone lived in constant fear and more monsters were now more bold to settle closer to many villages and even attack any travelers.

Even Link... I no longer saw him after that night.

"[y/n]." called a voice to me as I turned around to come face to face to no other than Sora, the woman he was to wed. " What is it ?" I asked.

" May I please speak to you ?" I nodded and led her to Revali's small home. We sat around the fire and she began to speak.

" i... I want you to know that I have no ill will towards you... My uncle wanted Revali and I to wed, and though I had feelings for him, I never intended to pursue anything because I knew he was deeply in love with you."

" You did ?"

" Yes, I would sometimes see you both sneaking off into the range and never had I seen him smile and be so care free as he is with you. He is no longer cocky." She giggled at the last part and so did I.

" I...I have no ill intentions towards you as well, you're a beautiful Rito and I sometimes found myself thinking that he would be better off with anther Rito." I felt tears beginning to build.

" No.... He loved you more than anything and saw you more than a Hylian. Here, this is something he wrote for you and instructed my uncle to give it to you but he refused, Also...Those wedding preparations were for both of you."

My eyes widened at what she had told me.For the both of us. She smiled as I bowed my head slightly as a thank you and she made her way out, her figure disappearing. I leaned against the pile of pillows and blankets in the corner and opened the letter and began to read

Dear [Y/N],

I never thought I would be writing these type of letters to you. I never really even thought about death, because Im the best of the best ! Yet, sometimes I sit down and think what if Ganon is as strong as they say, I start to think, what if I lose you ?

I could not live with myself. I pray you never get this letter because that just means that I am no longer in this world, and if you are reading this, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that we had to hide, I'm sorry that I could not take you to explore all of Hyrule, that I could not give you the wedding of your dreams, that I could not proudly shout that I love you. I was a coward, despite being a champion. While everyone saw me as a mere champion, you saw the real me, you loved me endlessly to the end the time and I will love you to the end of time as well.

You're the only person I yearned to be with, the only one whom I want to marry and I will. I will marry you and we will find a nice home in Lurelin Village after this is all over, well you wouldn't be reading this and know anyway because I will live, we will live, we will have a family and live in a quiet village together.

I love you endlessly.

Forever and always,

Revali

When reaching the end of the note. I checked in the envelope and there was a ring and a feather, His feather. I held it close and put the ring on.

" I love you " I whispered looking out into the sky.

Perhaps in another life we can fall in love all over again and get married...

Fin

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kaleidoscopewritings19 · 2 years

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Bruce Wayne x Reader SERIES

“The Billionaire Affair.”

PART THREE: THE ONE WHERE THEY WERE YOUNG

Synopsis: Bruce Wayne sees his old best friend in Gotham for the first time in 12 years. Now you’re married to Nathaniel Baizen and Bruce can’t help but to try to rekindle an old burned out flame.

WARNINGS: Language and SMUT mentioned and described. MENTIONED AFFAIRS. Anyone under the age of 18, DNI. I repeat DNI. IN THE FLASHBACK, BRUCE IS 18, READER IS 18 (for obvious reasons.)

CHARACTERS: Bruce Wayne (Robert Pattinson or your choice of BW.) Female x reader, and made up character Nathaniel Baizen. (Catch the Gossip Girl name lol)

PART ONE

PART TWO

Bruce took of his cowl and stared at himself in the mirror. Did you figure out he was the Batman? You looked straight into his eyes; no one has figured out his identity thus far, why was he so worried?

And god did he regret leaving you alone at the bar….. Your words rang in his mind, echoing at every word. “B-Bruce... I’m married..” Married. That word clung to him like a wet t-shirt. You were married and it wasn’t to him; was this jealousy?

He shook his head as he gripped the counter top in front of him. His black makeup streaked down his face and he peered into the mirror. Why didn’t he stay with you when he had the chance? Why couldn’t he commit then? Why did he let you leave 12 years ago? Bruce threw his cowl on the floor and ran his fingers through his hair.

Bruce looked over at his bed, it was the same one from all those years ago. He remembered everyday after school, you two would practically sneak past Alfred to get alone time. From the first kiss at 16, the stolen and hidden kisses took place on that bed, in his room.

FLASHBACK

At 18, you both were hormonal but still hadn’t done the deed. Everyday after school, like clockwork, you both would race up the stairs and tell Alfred you were doing “homework”. But once the door closed, both yours and Bruce’s navy blue uniform jacket, would come off.

Your hands would go around the nape of his neck, and his hands would go to your waist. “Ya know, Alfred just left to go to the store....” he whispered against your lips. Slowly, he led you to the bed not letting your lips detach from each other. The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, and he helped lay you down, taking his place above you.

Bruce’s hand traced up your thigh, and his fingers went under your skirt. “Bruce.... we can’t...” you whisper as you sat up. “I’m sorry— please don’t be mad at me.” You whispered and Bruce kissed your forehead, “I could never be mad at you.” He took his tie off and tosses it to the side. You pushed yourself up to where the pillows were, and sat up against the headboard. Bruce copied your movements, and he leaned on his elbow to look up at you. “Graduation is coming up…”

“Yeah, it is.” You say and he stood up from the bed, “I leave for Paris the day after graduation.” You blurted and Bruce swung around, “What?”

“I leave for Paris the day after graduation, Bruce.” You repeat and Bruce began to pace back and forth. “Why did you wait to tell me? What does that mean for us?” He asked and you got up from the bed and walked over to him. By the look on your face, this wasn’t how you hoped he would react, but he couldn’t help it.

“Bruce, I just found out three days ago....” your arms wrapped around his waist, and you leaned your head on his back. Bruce melted in your touch; he couldn’t stay mad at you for long. “I wish you would’ve told me sooner.... Gotham has a lot to offer, Y/N. You don’t have to go all the way to Paris to make your dreams come true.” He said.

Releasing him from the hug, you took a step back. “I thought you’d be happy for me...” before he had the nerve to turn around, you walked out the door with your jacket tucked under your arm.

ONE WEEK had passed before Bruce saw you again. He received a text from you stating that there was going to be a graduation party for all of the seniors. He was going to go, he saw you at graduation but neither of you shared a glance at the other. Bruce had to make things right before you left for Paris.

When he arrived at the party, music was playing loudly. “The kegs are here!!” A fellow student yelled near Bruce’s ear. “Have you seen Y/N!?” Bruce shouted over the music and the kid pointed towards the stairs. He looked up and you were standing at the top talking to a group of girls with a red solo cup in your hand. Your eyes met his and your smile faltered; politely you excused yourself from your group of friends and walked down the hallway out of sight.

Bruce raced up the staircase and followed you into your bedroom. The room was dark and he closed the door behind him. The only light on was your bedside lamp, and you sat on your bed. “You came.” You said quietly and Bruce sat down next to you. “Of course I did. I couldn’t let you leave without at least saying goodbye.”

“So that’s it? After I leave tomorrow, you and I are done?” You question and Bruce sighed. He couldn’t imagine a life without you, but he couldn’t leave Gotham. This was his home. He was meant to be here, he could feel he had a purpose here. “I don’t have an answer for that. All I can say is we’re here right now, let’s not waste the little time we have left together.”

You pulled him into a kiss, your hands went up into his hair, and he pulled you onto his lap. The kisses started out gentle, and slowly Bruce’s tongue swirled over the top of your tongue. He found a rhythm and stuck with it, soon enough he was on top of you. “Is this okay?” He asked and you looked into his eyes.

“Yes.... I want you Bruce.” You whisper and you asked Bruce the same thing. He nodded his head and smiled, “I want to.” Slowly you unbuttoned his shirt and Bruce’s heart was pounding in his chest. Was he doing this right? His mind was racing like his heart was, and slowly you lifted your mini dress above your head.

Bruce had never thought about sex, he was inexperienced. He was worried that he would do something wrong; you took his hand and placed it over you bra. Bruce’s hand cupped your breast and he rubbed over your covered nipple. You let out a quiet moan and Bruce’s cock instantly hardened. He pulled the straps down your shoulders, and he reached around your back to unlatch your bra.

He fumbled with the clip and you pressed a kiss to his lips and unlatched it for him. Bruce stared at your breasts and laid you back onto the pillows. He didn’t know where to start, he took a nipple into his mouth and gently sucked. Your hand went to his hair and he moved back up to your lips. “CanI touch you?” You asked Bruce.

Bruce nodded his head and your hand ran over his bulging pants——

END OF FLASHBACK

Bruce shook his head, shaking the feeling and the memory away. He does not know why he let you leave, but it was by far the biggest mistake he has made. There has to be a way to get you back, but now that your married, it put a big barrier in between him and you.

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Hope y’all enjoyed! I apologize if the semi smut sucked, this is my first time writing it....

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hideyseek · 7 months

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✅🧠 for the emoji asks please! (haiji and/or kakeru for the brain? :3c)

craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaab thank you!! MWAH i'll answer for both of them hehehehehe :3 omg this got so long i am putting it under a cut ahahah

from these fanfic writer emoji asks

✅ What’s something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don’t mean to?

phone calls omg its 100% phone calls. (this tone is bc i went: uhhh i don't know?? for like four sentences and then realized i'm obsessed with cell phones in fic and felt a great surge of relief.) i loooooooooove the intimacy of not being able to see the person you're talking to on the phone but having their voice even closer to you than their voice would be in-person. i love the confessional, time-delay nature of voicemails!

i don't know if this is really like ... a thing that appears over and over but i know it appears ... more than once? i do wish i had the kind of relationship to the content of my writing that meant i could identify these kinds of parallels but also i suspect i would drive myself up a wall going 'wait this fic is the same fic as the last fic you wrote hidey you gotta make it different somehow?' (which: no this is not actually required, but i personally would feel like it was) so maybe it's better that i'm not. i do wish i had a sense of like, my core aesthetics or writerly interests or whatever though!

🧠 Pick a character, and I’ll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

CRAB ILY. I ROTATE THESE GUYS IN MY HEAD SO MUCH EVERYDAY.

haiji - my favorite favorite headcanon about haiji is he is failing all of his university classes. to me he majored in literature bc he enjoys it or is compelled by the power of language or something. but like, he starts skipping a few lectures because he spent the morning putting together the training plan for the week or making breakfast and there's no point in going if he hasn't done the reading, and then he never manages to do the reading and it spirals from there. in my mind, he just ... stops going to classes at some point during the training season for the ekiden, and just never started up again until he blinks and it's the end of the winter holiday and he's completely screwed. my second favorite headcanon is that he has a super fucked up complicated relationship with sex and slept with a lot of his upperclassmen his first few years of college.

kakeru - hmm i don't know if i have a favorite one for kakeru but i really really like the idea that after canon, for all three of the other times he runs in the Hakone ekiden he always runs Section 10. and that after college when he's an established professional runner he volunteers with the organizers of the Hakone ekiden as a broadcaster or one of the guys that jogs along and hands out water or stands at the finish line and lets go of the ribbon at exactly the right time when the runner comes through.

ok also as a bonus i actually DO have so many headcanons about fujioka bc i keep making him be important in my fanfictions. and my favorite one i've made up (which is so consistent across the fics it's basically canon to me lol) is that he's raised by a single mom. this is because i need haiji's dad to have been a critical father figure to fujioka in high school, so that haiji and fujioka's friendship can be affected by that. ahahahahaha :3

#hidey speaks #haha sorry this took so long most of this time was me going: what is a headcanon?? and googling it #and also oh god i only think about kakeru in direct relation to haiji huh .... oh boy ....#i do also like to emphasize his gambling and stealing in fic but that didn't feel so much like headcanons to me #ask game

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wisterialilies · 2 years

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Event Special for @yvonne67 !!

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Hiiiiii! Thank you for participating in my event! I do apologize for the rather long wait ^^’ I got a bunch of ideas while I was doing this, so I ended up typing some, deleting them, typing more, delete, and type, lol. Hope you like how it turned out! Also, your English is wonderful! Had you not told me, I would’ve assumed it was your first language. :)

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What your relationship would be like with…Leviathan!

- Oh boy, a hikikomori and a party loving, social butterfly, together? Now that’s going to be one interesting relationship indeed! As surprising as the combination may seem, however, you are just Levi’s type! Remember how he once said in a chat that his type is ‘someone whom [he] can be in the same room with but feel worlds apart from’? That’s exactly how he feels with you – in the best possible way, of course!

- I think he would really admire, if not envy, your outlook on life and how you wish to live it to its fullest, as well as how you’re brave enough to always be trying new things. Levi’s view on life is definitely on the pessimistic side and although he may seem content with his anime and games, deep down, he’s probably yearning for something more. There may be times where he’d feel jealous of how well you seem to be living life, but at the end of the day, those negative feelings will fade away and he’ll just be happy for you. Happy that you’re having fun and filling your life with all sorts of experiences. After all, isn’t that what life is about? Trying new things and making the most of everyday.

- When it comes to your love for parties, Levi is pretty neutral. While he may not regard it as the best thing ever, he certainly doesn’t think badly of it either. After all, with Asmo as his brother, he already sort of knows what to expect. Besides, who’s he to judge you for liking parties so much when he himself is utterly obsessed with anime? So long as you don’t try to drag him along to them, that is. If you do want to take him to the parties you attend, well… All I can is, good luck! Unless it’s an anime convention or something, Levi will vehemently refuse to go to any sort of social event. But if you’re up for the task, you could try to get him to change his mind by bribing him with some special limited-edition merchandise. Or, you could just pester and give him puppy eyes until he finally relents and agrees to attend. The latter option will take much, much longer, but at least it’ll save your wallet. However, once you actually manage to bring him to a party, Levi really won’t do much except stick by your side like glue or be a wallflower and try to practice the art of becoming invisible. Do except that for the following weeks afterwards – yes, weeks – Levi will be holing himself up in his room and slowly recharge his social battery by watching anime and playing games. Cuddles with you is an absolute must as well. Oh, and keep in mind that if you actually succeed in dragging him along to a party, he’s going to return the ‘favor’ by bringing you to the next cosplay convention he goes to – in a couple’s cosplay too!

- Physical touch is a rather foreign thing for Levi, considering how Levi is almost never physically affectionate with his brothers and the obvious fact that he hardly ever leaves his room, So when you start initiating physical contact with him, whether it be simply holding hands or trying to cuddle, he’ll get extremely flustered. And when I say flustered, I mean to the point where his entire face and ears are completely red. He’ll also be extremely tense as well, though he won’t try to reject your touch. Just give him enough time and he’ll get used to it soon enough. You’ll still be able to see a faint blush on his cheeks, but Levi will be much more relaxed and will even be the one initiating physical contact at times. His favorite form of physical touch with you would probably be having you be in his arms and sitting on his lap while he plays games. Or if he’s watching anime and it doesn’t require much concentration, he’ll also make himself comfy by rest his chin on your shoulder.

- Oh, and speaking of touching, if you’re physically affectionate with not just your loved ones but to friends and acquaintances as well, be careful! As harmless as Levi may seem, he’s still the Avatar of Envy and is prone to getting jealous very easily. So if he sees you having physical contact with another man, you can bet that’ll spark his jealousy. Even if it’s just a friendly pat on the back, he still won’t like it. Try not to overdo it, or he may just end up summoning Lotan.

- Depending on whether you hail from the Devildom, Human World, or Celestial Realm, Levi’s feelings vary when it comes to you putting yourself in risky situations simply for the thrill of it. If you’re from the Human Realm, Levi is going to be extremely concerned about you and your safety. To him, humans are very fragile creatures, so even the thought of you possibly putting yourself into harm’s way sets him into a panic. He’ll try to convince you to go for something safer, like playing a video game that simulates similar risky situations. From his experience, those can give some major adrenaline rushes too! But if you’re insistent on sticking to the real thing, then be prepared to have him follow you around like a worried mother hen to make sure you stay safe. Congrats! You’ve just made him break a new record for the amount of times he’s left his room in an entire year! Now, if you’re from the Devildom or Celestial Realm, he won’t be as worried or overprotective. Demons and angels are both quite hardy creatures, so even if you do end up hurting yourself in the process, it won’t be life-threatening and you’ll heal quickly. Of course, he'd still prefer you to not get hurt at all. Sometimes, just sometimes, he’ll join you and observe what kind of risky things you’ll do for an adrenaline rush. He doesn’t really consider this as a ‘normie’ thing since it’s not something everybody is willing to try, so this hobby of yours definitely piques some of his interest.

- Since Levi is good at sewing, there’s no doubt that at one point in your relationship, he’ll end up sewing you an outfit for you to wear to a party. You can bet that he probably got inspired to do that from one of his games. But you can rest assured that it’ll look very stylish and flamboyant, thanks to Asmo’s fashion tips. You should treasure it well, because it’ll most certainly be the very first non-cosplay outfit he’s ever sewn. And if you like it a lot and ask him to create you more outfits, he’ll gladly do so. Just, don’t be surprised if you start seeing some anime references being added to them. They’ll still be great for parties though, not to worry. He’ll just add a Ruri-chan inspired bow here and there or a long piece of fabric at the back that’d resemble a cape when you walk a certain way (but doesn’t look awkward or anything at other times). Who knows? Maybe somebody at one of the parties will recognize those references and your outfit could end up starting a fun conversation!

- Although this may come as a surprise to many, Levi actually finds your hobby of fixing cars and motorcycles to be quite interesting. He’s definitely played at least one or two car simulation games and has some knowledge about the real ones. He’ll often watch you as you repair the vehicles, sometimes repeating the information he’s learned from his games. At first, it was just to test out the knowledge that he learned from his games, but overtime it turned into a way to try and impress you. He’ll act confident when he says them, though inside, he’s completely uncertain whether it’s actually true or not. If he’s actually right and you tell him, Levi will definitely be caught off-guard. For a moment or two, you’ll be able to see him act rather flustered (like, ‘Wait. That was true?? It sounded so unbelievable that I was sure it was some made up thing.’) but once he regains his composure, he’ll try to act smug – sort of like ‘See? I know about cars and motorcycles too, just like you! Feel free to praise me!’. It’ll be very easy to tell that aside from what he’s seen in his games, he doesn’t know anything about them. But depending on how you look at it, he can be quite cute when he pretends like that.

- One of the few things that would make him take a very rare trip out of his room would be to be in your company as you fix a vehicle. He’ll bring along one of his portable game devices and just make himself comfortable in a corner of the room/garage, playing away without disturbing you. Just being able to be in the same room as you while playing his game makes Levi very happy. Plus, after enough times of coming down from his room to join you, the tinkering noises you make have started to become relaxing background noises to him – provided he’s not listening to some important game dialogue.

#100 followers event #obey me #leviathan #obey me leviathan #obey me matchup

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