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forbidden-sunlight · 4 months

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yandere!emperor with empress!reader scenario

warnings: infidelity, obsessive behavior, blackmail, non-con, regicide.

There may be possible triggers in this story.

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Hey guys, welcome to my first yandere fic! Before we dive in, I want to let you know a couple of things; firstly, this is not the prologue of a series and never will be one because I simply do not have the time right now. It is a scenario, a prompt, that was inspired by the Fallen Kingdom series created by @cassanderasblog. I will leave a link to their work here. I credit them for giving me inspiration and being honest in their feedback when I showed them the initial draft. Credit also goes to @faux-ecrivain for helping finish a difficult scene.

Finally, please do not comment on here if you wish to harass me in some shape or form. I do and will not tolerate bullying. As the saying goes, "If you have nothing nice to say, don't say it at all." If it does happen, however, I will have no choice but to remove this scenario as soon as possible.

So, with that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy :)

Yandere!Emperor had despised you with his heart and soul. The only reason he had allowed the marriage to even happen was to solidify the alliance between his nation and yours. He did not love you. The woman who held his heart, the one whom he trusted above everyone else in the world is Tatiana Adreeva. His mistress. A beautiful flower that should never be polluted by the nobles who dare to not allow her to become the Empress simply because she lacked the status equal to his own prior to ascension. You did.

Yandere!Emperor did not lay a hand on you after the vows had been exchanged in the temple. He did not seek out your company, preferring to seek comfort in Tati’s bed and her arms. He had his crown, his woman, and allocated more power through his marriage with you. It was nothing personal. He simply did what he had to do so that his Empire would continue to prosper.

Yandere!Emperor would not tolerate any rudeness targeted toward his lover, even if you had not uttered a single word to her at all or raised your hand against her.

To him, ignoring her when she greeted you was enough to earn a lengthy lecture from him.

But you did not cling to him or beg for mercy, as he thought you would do, or any other self-respecting maiden who did not want to anger her husband. You coldly stared at him with that, silent as the grave until he dismissed you from his office. Out of spite, he had his aide add more documents to your desk for the next month even when the work was not part of the Empress’ official duties.

To his joy, Tatiana became pregnant with his child, his heir. Being by her side was suddenly all that mattered to Yandere!Emperor. His overprotective streak and ill temperament increased over time. He would lash out at you for the smallest of incidents, even if it was not your fault. And like before, you did not react to his words and continued with your life.

Like what happens to him or with his mistress is none of your concern unless it is associated with the Empire and the citizens. As it should be. He did not marry you out of love.

When the child was born, a healthy baby boy christened Nikolov, Yandere!Emperor held a banquet and invited ambassadors from neighboring kingdoms to celebrate. But it was on this day….that he knew the truth.

Once he had made the necessary greetings and made sure the captain of the guards would immediately report anything suspicious or if Tati and Nikolov were in any danger, Yandere!Emperor retreated to his office. He looked over the stack of documents on his desk, trying to lessen his workload in the morning so that he could spend time with his Tati and his son.

Upon hearing a knock at the door, he did not look up from the outline of a treaty as he allowed the third person to enter his office without cutting off their fingers. His mistress, the head butler, and his advisor. Tati’s older brother, Marquis Aizel Adreeva. Yandere!Emperor had bought the highest status that he could give to his mistress’ family after receiving positive confirmation that Tati was truly pregnant and not a misdiagnosis.

Aizel smiled, closing the door behind him with his foot as he set down a tray, placing two silver goblets and a bottle of wine on the corner of his desk. He spoke softly, congratulating Yandere!Emperor on finally having an heir and making his sister the happiest woman in the world. He poured the wine into the goblets. He held one in his hand, and extended his other hand to the Glorious Son, Blessed by the Five Gods.

Yandere!Emperor smiled, taking the offered drink. They raised their goblets high in the air, and drank. Yet when Yandere!Emperor looked at Aizel…his merry smile was not right. Not the kind of joy that a new uncle would express at a nationwide celebration. It was tighter, almost anticipating something…to happen.

That was when he realized the wine tasted bitter. That was when the room began to spin, and it felt like his skull being split in half. Poison. He had been betrayed. Yandere!Emperor grunted, trying to steady himself against the desk when Aizel walked around the wooden structure and had the audacity to push him back into the leather chair.

“Ah, ah, ah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Emperor.” Aizel chastised, his amber orbs glowing with delight. “Not going to lie, I did not think the wine would accelerate the poison as quickly I had thought, but that works for me!”

Yandere!Emperor felt a rock plummet into the pit of his stomach at Aizel’s words. “You…did this?” He gurgled. “I thought…the Empress -”

“And deny me the opportunity to see the look on your face, choking on your blood? Absolutely not. Dear, sweet [First Name] would never have done this to you. You might not have loved her, but she did respect you.” Aizel shrugged. "If Tati were in her shoes, I reckon things would not have gone as smoothly as they have." He said casually, as if he were talking about the weather and not informally speaking to the most powerful man in the Empire.

“I only have ten minutes before I must return to the party, so I will do the honor of answering your unspoken questions. Now, where should I start? Oh, right. Why? Why did I do this when I love you like a brother? When have you treated my sister and I with nothing but kindness and respect, providing support whenever we are troubled, mentally, physically, and finanically? Well, the answer is really, really simple: I don’t. I tolerated you. I respected you. But never once did I feel any affection towards you.” His smile widened. “The one who deserves to stand by Tati's side is the Rapid Dog of The Northern Border, my brother-in-arms. Remember him? He was engaged to Tati. The man she should have married, should have been the father of my nephew. But you had the engagement annulled because she had said a few nice words to you. You threatened to seize my family’s home unless she came to the palace as your mistress? Do you remember? Why do I even bother asking? You’re going to die anyway, and we will finally be free from this gilded cage. Seven years. Seven long, agonizing years of watching my sister playing the gentle, loving role of a besotted mistress when all she really wanted to do was slit your throat. I thought about that every day too, you know? Well, almost. I actually felt sorry for the Empress, you know. She didn’t deserve to have a husband who neglected his duties and blamed everything on the one person who kept the gears in this Empire going, until now.”

“E-Empress -”

“Had an assassin give her a clean, painless death. Made it look like an accident, and he delivered! That’s very impressive for an underground guild, you know. Investment was worth it.” Aizel giggled.

“Now, it’s time to let everyone know their beloved Emperor has retired for the evening and call it a night. Big changes are coming. Pity you won’t see it. Don’t worry though, I won’t kill Nikki. I do love him…and he will never know that his true father is a tyrannical piece of shit who died in his own pool of blood because he allowed love to muddle his mind when he should have put the country’s well being above all else. Farewell, Emperor Aleksander of the Moldova Empire. From the ashes of corruption, a new country shall be born. And my nephew will rule over it in his father’s stead once he is ready. The father he should have had and not the one who brought him into this world, Duke Matthias Starkov.”

When he awakened, Yandere!Emperor realized he was no longer on the floor. He could breathe and he could see in the mirror that hung across the room that he looked younger again. He asked, no, demanded, a quivering servant to tell him what the year and date were, now. It was The Year of the Moon, ----. As the crown prince of the Moldova Empire, it is his duty to select a candidate to become his crown princess, his future Empress who would rule beside him when he ascended as the Emperor. His father, the current Emperor, is growing impatient with his sixteen-year-old son and annoyed that he is still fawning over the marquis’ daughter, Tatiana Adreeva, a woman who was already engaged to a duke.

“Bring me the list, no, tell Josef to bring it to my office immediately. I will be there shortly.” Yandere!Emperor had never pushed the servants to dress him quickly as he did at this moment. He did not know how or why, but he had returned to the past, right when he had seen Tatiana for the first time. Seven years into the past, before Aizel had poisoned him and killed his Empress.

Sure enough, he saw his Empress’ name on the list, five down from the most qualified and right in the middle of the lengthy parchment. [First Name] [Last Name], born to the Republic of Greiran, the Prime Minister’s only daughter.

They are Moldova’s closest neighbor and primary source of spices and various crops that are able to thrive in the harshest of weather conditions. Rumor had it that the Prime Minister himself was the one who had collaborated with the magician’s tower on this project, saving thousands of lives from suffering another winter and no harvest after the king had collapsed from a broken heart, having lost his queen after she had given birth to the crown prince.

That connection to the magician’s tower was the only reason Yandere!Emperor had married his Empress. Access to more magical resources than the ones in the Moldova Empire, enabling the creation of magical weapons and protecting the borders around enemy nations. And yet he still died like a damned dog, blind to the respect and admiration his Empress held for him in favor of receiving love from his murderer. But not this time. This time….he will set things right.

He will not get involved with Tatiana Adreeva.

He will ascend to the throne as he is supposed to.

He will be devoted only to [First Name], never taking a mistress even if the aristocracy begged him. Even if their marriage is only on paper, and she never looks at him as a man and only as an Emperor.

He will learn everything there is to know about his future Empress, and he will never let her go.

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fairyucks · 3 days

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i wanted to ask for some advice and tips. i’ve had ana for years, but then it turned into horrible binging, which then turned into bulimia.. im trying to stop eating as much, but im not sure how to go about it. do you have any advice on how to wean into lower calorie intake? i hope this makes sense<3

okok as a high r3stricter heres what i do:

1. i do a dry f4st 8pm-12pm, water & medicines only if necessary.

dry f4sting is beneficial when 16+ hours and its easy since you can do it while u sleep! someone anon asked me to not promote this and i just wanted to say, this is JUST what i do and have been doing for years, if its not something youre comfy with or able to do thats perfectly fine lovies, same with everything i wrote here, this is just what i do. take care of urself🩷 and help resources are pinned 🩷

if you tend you get cravings at night, this might be hard at first. some things i do to stop cravings:

-think abt how i feel after i overe@t (guilty, embarassed, like a failure, f@t, weak) to remind myself how ill feel the next morning if i e@t rn

-when im having certain cravings i look up a mukbang of it and watch other people e@ting while i chug water until im full from water

-i have insomnia so i have an as needed medication for those nights when i need to sleep but cant, so ill take that and it knocks me out. if you dont have a sleep meds, melatonin supplements may help if ur body lacks the proper amount. (pro tip: dont take the 10mg & 20mg gummies of melatonin, thats way too much. ur body only needs 0.5mg MAX, which they sell in pill form or u could have ur doctor prescribe for u.)

2. i drink coffee as soon as my dry fast ends (around noon)

**i HATE black coffee but if thats how u roll then slay! but i add brown stevia & a dash of cream or almond milk so its <20 c4ls and its yummy & i need the caffeine to get me through the day.

** this honestly works as a l@xat1ve for me so if ur trying to step away from our girl mia, then maybe this step isnt for you 🩷

3. i save my c4lories for the end of the day, around dinner time!

this way i can have whatever i want and dont feel guilty or like its too much, i have posted some of my omads & u can find more anywhere on here 🩷

i have a list of things i do instead of eating throughout the day if ur worried u won’t be able to save c4ls for the end of the day, if u scroll for a min on my page u should be able to find it 🩷

4. choose filling foods over filler foods

for example, 6 oreos is about the same amount of c4lories as my chocolate chip pancakes r3cipe. cookies arent filling, youll just want more. theyre a filler. whereas 3 pancakes with chocolate chips & betties and syrup, is satisfying & craving.

if you like to get ur c4lories out of snacks thats completely up to you, but for me it leads to overe@ting and then im still hungry.

5. water & vitamins

i take a bunch of vitamins, i start the day with vitamin d, then a womens multi vitamin, then calcium. at the end of the day i take my vitamin c as a treat bc theyre gummies and theyre delicious 🩷 lmao

you can research vitamins and choose other ones to take like iron supplements & omega-3? i think its good for ur brain or heart or something idk, its up to you but without vitamins id feel like sh!t all day without f00d

water is obviously important and i used to overlook it but its literally what gets me through. i aim for 10 cups a day, it gives me the illusion of feeling full &

6. dont beat urself up

everyones b0dy works differently. what works for me may not work for someone else! its all whats best for you. this is just what i do, as someone who grew up barely e@ting & fearing f00d, i don’t struggle with b1nging but if thats something you struggle with, id actually suggest upping your intake. that way you can e@t a couple times throughout the day. i have a doc with all my omads/r3cipes & s@fe f00ds that u can make ur own recipes with, if u dm me and ur 18+, i will send u the link 🩷

hope this is what u were asking for 😭🩷 mwah

if you have any specific questions abt these dont b afraid to leave another ask💕

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maple-the-awesome · 4 months

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He's Becomes a Dad || Part 2/2

Part 1

Pairing: Twilight, Warrior, Sky, Wild x Reader

Overview: Congratulations, you're new parents 🎉 Some of the Links are prepared. Others...might need a moment to gather themselves. But rest assured! At the end of the day, they're all going to get a handle on this whole dad thing. Warning: Mentions of miscarriages for Sky's section. Nothing to detailed, but it's there so beware 🙅‍♀️

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It's never been a surprise to you that Twilight would want kids of his own. He never even had to say it aloud, you could just read that look in his eyes whenever playing with the village children. It was a wordless yet ever so contagious request: I want this. And how were you to deny him? Just look at him!

Simply put, children were a top priority of yours almost as soon as you married. It didn't take long for you to become pregnant either (not with Twilight's fierce passion and your shared disinterest towards 'waiting'). Regardless, there were still many tears shed when you found out - all happy, of course, as your husband spun you around in his arms while you both laughed giddily in between quick kisses.

Let's get this straight: Twilight is prepared-prepared. Ordon is that type of close-knit community where everyone helps raise each other's kids, so despite this being his first rodeo as a new dad himself, he has plenty of experience taking care of youngsters. As a ranch-hand, he's also perfectly accustomed to the whole birthing process, having hand-delivered more baby goats than he can count, so don’t worry, nothing about the ‘less glamorous’ sides of pregnancy scare him.

With that being said, Twilight doesn't stress too much aside from the normal concerns about your health, after all he recognizes that not every pregnancy is the same for every woman, but that's exactly why he makes it his personal mission to ensure your comfort.

Feeling particularly ill? He'll make you all the tasty pumpkin soup you could ask for which, believe it or not, works wonders for an upset stomach. Just having a bad day? He'll happily let you cuddle with Wolfie to help you relax. Restless? He'll take you on a horse ride no matter the hour and if you're too far along in your pregnancy to climb onto Epona, a simple walk to Ordon's spring will do since that's the perfect spot to soak your sore body. Twilight is no above carrying you there himself if you ask.

Trust that your every worry is always smoothed; Twilight is there to reassure you no matter how 'little' the problem. Have concerns he can't speak on as a man? He'll happily go ask one of the other village women for you if you're too embarrassed to do so yourself, in fact this guy's already been talking Rusl and Uli's ears off for advice since day one. He doesn't want to leave a single thing to chance regardless of how confident he already feels which is probably why there's a stack of parenting books on his nightstand. Did he clear the shelves in Castle Town? Probably.

You're pretty sure that Twilight already had a 'go-bag' put together before the end of your first trimester, although he’d add to it like a paranoid squirrel up until your due-date. Curious, you had gone through it one day just to get a hint of how overboard he might've gone. Diapers, snacks, blankets, comfortable clothes for you, more parenting books...He does realize you're doing a home birth, right? Most of this stuff he could just grab from the cabinet if needed, but it's sweet that he's trying to be organized.

It isn’t really news to anyone that Hyrule’s heroes tend to land on the quieter side and usually Twilight isn’t much different…There’s a key word in there because you’re quite certain he hasn’t actually shut up since the second you told him you’re pregnant. He can hardly keep his excitement to himself! Oh, but it’s adorable, especially on those nights when he’ll fall asleep mumbling about his joy all while using your swollen stomach as a pillow. It makes your heart swell every time.

When you eventually go into labor, Twilight doesn’t show much outward panic if he has any at all, however he does feel incredibly terrible to watch you go through it without any relief. He feels absolutely useless while unable to take away your suffering the way a good husband should, so to make up for it, he does his utmost best to be your rock during those long hours, talking you through each painful contraction and doing everything in his power to distract you. Back rubs, walks around the house, whispers of sweet nothings…He’s by your side well into the night, keeping it up until it finally comes time to start pushing.

He definitely was not going to say it while you were going through the motions because he’d like to keep his head, but human and goat births are pretty much the same thing minus the actual cursing. He’s in his element then, knowing exactly what to do to ensure a safe delivery for mama and baby. His movements are almost automatic, trained by years of practice as he cleans the little one off before taking the time to admire them fully.

Are you shocked that Twilight is teary eyed? Not at all. Are you upset that he almost forgets about you entirely for a second because he’s so entranced by the baby? Also no, since you need a moment to catch your breath anyway. Don’t worry, though, he does eventually pass you your son reluctantly before hovering at your side with possibly the widest grin you’ve ever seen on the man since your wedding day.

The rest of the night is calm from there on, filled with quiet whispers and cooing as you both take turns partaking in skin-to-skin contact with your baby. Will you be doing this again soon? You’re probably going to need a decent break to recover, but just know that your husband is absolutely ready whenever you are. In the meantime, expect to be showered in endless love and affection because you deserve it for the priceless gift you’ve given him.

Your relationship with Warrior has always been ‘slow moving’ if compared to most other couples’. For starters, while he may have a formidable reputation for being a supposed lady's man, all that 'skill' of his would go flying out the window whenever faced with your presence, so it took some time (and maybe a near-death experience) for any confessions to be made. In his defense, you're a very beautiful and strong woman who happened to be one of his superiors during most of the war, so please excuse him for usually being awed into silence whenever you showed even an ounce of interest in ‘lil ol’ him. His brain would literally become a windows error.

Even after Warrior did finally find the courage to ask you out, your respected jobs and heavy workloads have often forced your relationship to be put on the back-burner. Marry you? Hylia knows he’s been DYING to! You’re already wearing the ring and everything, but it's not like you're going anywhere anytime soon and he'd rather wait a few extra years to enjoy the perfect moment rather than rush the whole ‘happiest-day-of-our-lives’ thing during a bad time.

Luckily for him, you've never needed a formal certificate to know you own his heart. He proves it to you in other ways every day from cheesy love letters to overly romantic dates during your rare off time, and while you normally adore being the sole subject of his affection, that's exactly how you ended up in this very situation.

You're both adults and as such you won't pretend to be innocent: This wasn't planned in the slightest. Your jobs can be quite chaotic, as previously addressed, so you just wanted to help your husband-to-be relax and destress a bit - nothing new for either of you in itself, although that particular evening would end up weighing heavily on your mind a few weeks later.

To be honest, when you first entered Warrior's office and instructed him to sit down with a stern voice that could rival Commander Impa's, he thought you must've finally grown tired of being engaged for several years, having come to him then to demand that he marry you sooner. Agreement was right on the tip of his tongue when you delivered the bombshell that you were pregnant instead.

Your tone was serious and expression calm, but Warrior knows you well enough to spot the hidden worry in your eyes. It’s justified, of course. Had either of you even discussed having kids before? He doesn’t think so. It’s not like having a baby is a bad thing, though. The idea of creating a small family with you is a pleasant one, it’s just…happening a lot sooner than preferred. You both would’ve liked more time to plan and prepare…but oh well. What’s done is done.

The real concern is will your jobs allow you both time off to take care of a baby? It's not like a war is currently going on, so Hyrule won't suffer too much from having two of its best captains sidelined, however what happens if that doesn't remain the case? What if war breaks out tomorrow or the day after? Warrior can’t let his pregnant fiancée fight in battles! What kind of husband and father would that make him?! But at the same time, is he just supposed to ask that you sacrifice your career in order to spare his? THAT’S NO BETTER!

...All things considered, you'd say Warrior handles the news far better than some might've. Yes, he begins to ‘slightly’ overthink things, although that's exactly why you had him sit down first. Calmly, you take his hand and tell him how things will be (your own way of offering comfort not only to him, but yourself as well). The bottom line is that if you could successfully fight Ganondorf’s army together, you can raise a child together, too. Really, how much harder can it be? You already have some minor experience being unofficial parents to little Time and Wind during the war. Just don't give your own children any magic masks or wind controlling devices and you should be golden.

Thankfully, many of Warrior’s initial fears are proven to be irrational during the earliest stages of your pregnancy. Everyone else was positively thrilled to hear the news and even Impa gave her congratulations, explaining to your fiancé’s relief that she’ll simply assign you more deskwork until it’s fit for you to return back to your normal duties. All he has to worry about in the meantime is making sure you actually take it easy; only a slightly difficult task considering your headstrong nature and insistence on not being ‘coddled’, but hey, if anyone can handle it, it’s the guy who’s hellbent on marrying your stubborn butt one day.

Warrior will admit that there were still some nights when he would nearly pull his hair out while doubting if he’s actually ready to be a dad, however the moment you officially being showing is the same moment he forgets all about any possible regrets and replaces them entirely with daydreams filled with not only his lovely wife, but also a little one who will hopefully think the absolute world of him. He already knows he’ll think of it of them.

Although you may feel a bit nervous towards the prospect of suddenly being parents, that doesn’t change the fact that you wouldn’t choose anyone else to go through this journey with. One look to your side and you’re certain of it. The way Warrior holds his son for the first time, newborn wrapped comfortably in his scarf and dad, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion after hours of labor yet the proud smile evident on his face nevertheless…You were right before: so long as you do it together, you’ll excel in this whole ‘parenting-thing’.

You had married young - almost as soon as you were able after graduating from the Knight Academy. To everyone else on Skyloft, you have always been the picture image of an ideal couple; the hero and his beloved princess who somehow manage to be completely and utterly smitten with each other even years later. To call Sky your husband is a blessing in itself and you consider yourself lucky every single day. There’s only ever been one problem with your relationship - one single complaint you can think of where neither of you are truly responsible: your lack of children.

When you first married, there was lots of talk, after all everyone was simply dying to know when the first generation on the Surface would be born. Your parents were eager for grandchildren and Zelda, your best friend, had way too much fun teasing you over the matter by expressing her 'surprise' that Sky had yet to give you a baby despite how 'passionate' he’s always been towards you (she would make sure to use those exact words, too).

Initially, you never minded anyone’s curiosity. It’s only natural to expect children from a newly wed couple. It's when that same couple reaches their third then sixth year of marriage without any trace of tiny feet or squealing laughter that those curious and well-meant questions grow quiet with unbearable pity, your shared excitement becoming shuttered sorrow.

At the start there was nothing to worry about. You were both young and not putting that much effort into it, so certain it wouldn't take long for your family to grow. Then the years began to pass and you would try everything the doctor recommended, but every test would still leave you as disappointed as the last. The absolutely worst form of despair came those few times you'd actually get your hopes up only to have them cruelly dashed a few months in.

What were you doing wrong? Sky would always hush your anxieties and do his utmost best to reassure you, however you knew by his own tears that your infertility hurt him just as much, especially when on those quieter nights, you'd suggest that perhaps you simply weren't meant to be parents - that the gods were just trying to tell you both something you were too stubborn to accept.

It's for that reason that you had such mixed emotions once finally able to fall pregnant again. You were optimistic deep down, however after six years of attempts and losses, you were wary to embrace too much joy right away which was shown in the way Sky held onto you for what felt like hours after you told him or how he slept each night with a hand on your stomach even in those early days, internally praying to the goddesses this would be the one.

A month passed...Then two...And three, and four…For once, you didn't feel sick aside from what was considered normal. Maybe a bit of high blood pressure the doctor kept a close eye on, but other than that he’d always tell Sky and you the same thing: they're healthy.

Even then, you’d say you remained extra cautious, not daring to eat nor do anything the doctor so much as hesitated against, however Sky was by far the worst when it came to worrying. As your husband, he considers your physical and mental well-being his personal responsibility, but as the father of your child? His work has doubled!

All chores were to be his alone so that you could rest. Any bout of sickness was closely monitored and tended to. His hand would remain on your stomach from beginning to end, although overtime it would be done less out of fear and more for the sake of bounding, often accompanied by his voice or the melody of his harp which he would happily play for you both whenever you were having a particularly difficult time falling asleep at night.

Now, you didn't dare tell anyone about your pregnancy during the first half, not wanting to deliver anymore bad news should it come, however once the remilit was out of the bag, you became the center of attention much to Sky's conflicted feelings. On one hand, you deserved it for all of your hard work growing a baby, but on the other, that overprotective dad-side of him couldn't help fretting over the vast number of harmful germs your guests could possibly be passing onto you and your unborn child. Did he make everyone wash their hands for ten minutes before visiting? Yes, yes he did.

Beyond being protective, Sky was also very emotional throughout the entire pregnancy maybe even more than you sometimes. He got teary-eyed after every doctor's appointment that confirmed the baby's development, while picking out names together, and even when you were yelling at him for something stupid because as far as he was concerned, you still looked so beautiful standing there with crossed arms and a round belly carrying his child. Oh, but none of that compared in the slightest to the tears that were shed when he actually held his daughter for the first time; that amount of waterworks could put the flood of Faron to shame!

Six years of waiting made you both lose hope. You assumed you’d never be able to have children of your own and even began to look towards other options such as adoption or simply living your lives childless forever…but the day your daughter was born was the day all your anxieties and doubts were finally put to rest. Now, as you cry happily with your husband, you can’t think of a single complaint towards your relationship; it’s officially as perfect as the precious little bundle in your arms.

Wild and you were still practically newlyweds when you gave him the 'thrilling' news. You were so happy to do so, too, barely able to bite back your excitement while watching your husband lift a small pair of baby pajamas out of a gift box. You were absolutely glowing as you eagerly awaited his reaction and all he could do was simply stare into space as his whole world came crashing down on top of him. Did he look horrified on the outside? He must've, because he swears he could’ve pinpointed the exact moment that shine in your eyes died, a frown etching its way onto your lips. What else was he supposed to do aside from fake a smile and embrace you, keeping you close to his chest so that your delight wouldn't be spoiled by his internal nervous breakdown?

Wild has zero right to be shocked. You had both been intimate (as tends to happen when you're married) not to mention you had made it perfectly clear from the start of your relationship that you would want a family one day. Judging on your eagerness towards the topic, it was never up for debate either; no kids would be a dealbreaker for you, so Wild had no choice but to quietly agree, too afraid to dare utter the truth or voice any hesitation because Hylia forbid you get the wrong idea and leave him.

He thought it would be harmless. Some couples remain married for years before any children follow and you weren't in any big hurry, so he figured he'd have plenty of time to get his act together until the day of your dreams arrived; he didn't think it would happen during your first year of marriage! ...Now he's really dug himself into a hole it's too late to try escaping from…

He’s almost said something - a few times actually. He knows it’s only fair and that as your husband, he owes you proper communication, but each time he opens his mouth, his mind curses him with the image of your sadness. What if you think he doesn’t want this at all? What if you think he hates the baby and hates you for being pregnant? What if you concluded he must want to leave you so you decide to beat him to the punch?!

…Okay, so Wild knows you aren’t going to just walk away. You’ve always been good at listening to his inner demons and acting as his strongest pillar of support, but that doesn’t change his fear that you might be hurt by whatever he has to say and he will not allow himself to ruin your own excitement.

In the years that he’s known you, he can’t say he’s ever seen you quite as happy as when you found out about your baby. He knows he should match that joy, too. Most men do. Hell, Twilight practically sent a five-page essay bragging about his wife's first pregnancy. Truth be told, Wild actually does feel happy. On his better days, he feels that flicker of pride and a hint of eagerness because a family with you honestly sounds wonderful. The problem is, in his mind, it isn't a question as to what he wants, but rather what he deserves.

So much has gone wrong in his past. It doesn’t matter how much you or anyone else assures him otherwise, it’s hard to shake the feeling that he failed Hyrule. He still suffers from so many nightmares and waves of guilt that he can’t properly put into words. You’re still having to shake him out of dazes and smooth his following sobs…How is he going to be a good dad and be there for his child when he can barely stand upon his own two feet like this?

Initially, Wild thought these feelings would go away; that’s why he never spoke them to you. He wanted so desperately to believe they wouldn’t linger, especially after you both got married. He lives in a peaceful world, has a nice home in a quiet village, a beautiful wife who adores him…He should’ve been able to move on from the Calamity already, so why hasn’t he? On his worst nights, it makes him wonder if he’ll ever be okay or if he’s just screwed you and the baby over by tying you both down to him.

These two sides of him - the hopeful and the pitiful - continue to battle for dominance inside Wild’s head throughout each step. Sometimes he’s genuinely smiling with you as you pick out baby names. Other times he’s sitting outside alone trying his damn hardest to remember any piece of his past that might make him feel at least a little better about his luck towards being a dad, preferably a time when he was actually good with kids or even had a family before.

Wild’s internal dilemma comes to a head one fateful night when he’s awoken to the baby’s distressing cries. He had honestly already been awake after a mild case of anxiety, but you on the other hand are tired, worn from nine long months of pregnancy and the early days of active motherhood. The last thing he wants is for you to lose out on precious rest (a rare gift these days), so leaping out of bed, he’s quick to reach the baby’s crib.

Unfortunately, Wild’s natural instincts seem to basically stop right there at the crib’s side. Hands hovering above, he tries his best to calm his daughter through whispered assurances and attempts at cooing the same way he’s seen you do. When that doesn’t work, he awkwardly picks her up, cuddling her close to his chest while quietly pleading at this point. Is she hungry? Does she need a diaper change? Did she have a nightmare? Whatever it is, if you wake up, you’ll take over and he’ll be left to stand aside feeling like he can’t even do the basic task of comforting his own child and -

- To his astonishment, his efforts actually work. It really must’ve been as simple as a nightmare because slowly, the baby falls silent, seemingly forgetting all about her troubles as she finds solace gazing up at her daddy with the widest blue eyes and a stuck-out tongue that can’t seem to keep itself in her mouth. It looks rather goofy, so Wild can’t help but chuckle, although the sound is soft as his heart melts under the attention she holds towards him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say it’s almost like she’s looking at her entire world…

Maybe some would say this moment isn’t necessarily anything special, but for Wild, it’s everything. As if suddenly a pro, he’s able to rock the little beauty gently back to sleep, his pleas turning into words of admiration as he tucks her into bed. There, he continues to keep watch over her until he feels tired himself, all the while thinking: he might be broken from years of trauma, and he might not be the best husband or parent out there because of it, but that's not going to stop him from doing everything in power to be there for his princesses.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe #link x reader #legend of zelda #lu wild x reader #lu twilight x reader #lu warrior x reader #lu sky x reader #reader insert

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#sundrop speaks #pinned post #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x reader

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Healing Warmth

Summary: When you’re sick, Spider makes a great cuddle buddy.

Prompt #10 for my submission for #𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬𝟏𝟒𝐃𝐎𝐋𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Female Reader, Human Reader, Established Relationship, Sick Reader, Spider loves cuddles, Spider radiates heat, Change my mind

Author’s Note: A long time ago, my first ex did this while I was sick, and I felt so loved despite being a sick mess at the time that I wanted to share this with you all. Also, remember, Spider is a sixteen-year-old boy who doesn’t know the healing arts of the Omatikaya so he’s trying his best.

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“I’m fine,” you protested vehemently for the fifth time in thirteen minutes and twenty seconds before a round of violent coughing stormed malevolently up from your lungs and sliced your throat from the inside to add insult to injury. You doubled over beneath your many blankets, curling in on yourself as you choked and gasped and coughed some more until your body was trembling and you felt weak to the point of wanting to pass out. You refused to meet Spider’s knowing dark chocolate gaze and huffed weakly as you slowly slumped back onto your bed. Unfortunately, this – your terrible illness, what usually went by the term ‘head cold’ around the human encampment, which was stupid because you felt it throughout your whole body and not just in your head – was expected because you always without fail got sick annually for, like, two and a half to maybe three weeks when the weather of the Omatikayan forests turned cooler. And you’d already been feeling under the weather for at least a week, though this was the worst of it, so far.

It wasn’t fair.

Spider hardly ever got sick. Not even when he spent time around you while your fever was high, and you felt like you were dying. And even when good ol’ Norm tried to cheer you up at your bedside by explaining that Spider had different chromosomes and genetic makeup that was a little more effective against human ailments than you did, you would just groan and toss a pillow at your adoptive uncle. Good naturedly, of course because the tall human male was a nerd, but you loved him dearly anyway.

“Wanna try that again, my silly little girl?” Spider smirked, crossing his arms over his chest and raising a brow at you.

You flipped him off, your arm trembling when you raised it in his direction.

Spider just laughed, knowing you didn’t actually mean it and uncrossed his arms, coming towards you and crawling up onto your bed until he could flop beside you on top of all of the covers. You groaned at the sudden weight pressing against your over sensitive body but twisted onto your side, anyway, allowing the tall boy to curl up behind you. Your body soaked up the heat radiating off of him like a sponge and it did make you feel better… a little. Of course, that could have also been wishful thinking, too, wanting to spend the day with the boy you cared for deeply, even if you were ill. Still, you knew he had plans today, like most days, and you decided to remind him, just in case he had forgotten. That’s what a good girlfriend did, right?

“You’re gonna be late… Lo’ak’s gonna come looking for you soon if you don’t go meet up with him soon,” you murmured to Spider over your shoulder, “and he’s gonna be upset if you cancel.”

The younger Sully son hated when you took Spider’s attention away from him, but you weren’t sure if it was because Lo’ak didn’t have many friends or because of something else…?

You suddenly started to cough again, though not as violently as before, thank Eywa, and curled in tighter on yourself, your lungs temporarily itching deep within your chest cavity with each ounce of air tickling their insides. Spider, unable to do much, hugged you through the blankets and rubbed at your back before reaching over onto your nightstand and handing you your water bottle. He helped you take a sip, encouraging you to continue to suck up the liquid until you moaned in protest. Carefully, he put your water bottle back and eased your body back down onto the mattress, cuddling up into you once again.

“Lo’ak can survive without me for one day,” Spider muttered. “You might perish this time and I refuse to let my girl die on me.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes, even though he couldn’t see it. And really, you actually did love cuddling with him, whenever you could. Your bedroom door opened and – instead of the blue skinned teenager you were expecting – your mother carefully strolled into the dim room with a small medication bottle and a steaming cup of tea, not even blinking when she noticed the sixteen-year-old boy at your back. “Drink this and take these,” she said before looking at Spider, who helped you sit up once more. The older woman commanded him, “Make sure she drinks lots of water whenever she's awake, please. Whenever he comes around, I’ll tell the Sully boy you’re occupied today.” The blonde teen nodded his head, replying, “Yes ma’am. Thank you.” Your mother smiled and took the empty cup from you, adding, “Try to get some sleep – both of you. Sleep will help you heal faster, baby girl.” “Thanks, Mom,” you nodded, and your boyfriend helped you lay down again. “Thanks, Spider,” you whispered as your mother closed the door about 50% of the way. You pulled his arm around your middle and intertwined your fingers together, adding “For taking care of me.” Instead of answering, he hummed and kissed the hinge of your jaw, snuggling closer to you with a soft sight, holding you tight and secure. With his heat seeping into you, and his arm around you, you drifted off as the medication attempted to get your body back to normal, feeling safe and well loved.

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Originally Posted: 10 February 2024 Word Count: 900

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futurecorps3 · 1 year

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May I request Kaz caring for sick!reader? ❤️

Masterlist <3 -Requests are still open! (For any character of the fandoms in my masterlist)

This is a concept that I absolutely adore. I'm using fem!reader and established relationship for this one !<3 I hope you like it. I'm terribly sorry for the long delay! (Yes, we're going to pretend I never left and that I'm not back after being gone for like five months)

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, illness, trauma related to those two, stabbing, blood,

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He thinks it's, frankly, pathetic. To anyone outside the crows, and even people from inside the slat knew Kaz Brekker was not a man victim of guilt. If anything, guilt was his servant and his bitch, to say the least.

But here he was.

Knowing for a fact Y/N coming down with the worst cold he had seen in... several years, was completely and entirely his fault all because he insisted she had to stay outside the building to make sure no Stadwatch officers came near in the last job they got done.

Her being the most capable fighter of them all was his excuse, but both of them knew he didn't want her to go inside to dive into the smell of rotting corpses and the sight of the death itself. Which she had no issues on causing, but a fresh corpse is way far from a decomposing one.

She understood the difference perfectly. Her past taught her that particular lesson. It wasn't different for him, but he'd only stay near the door while Jesper grabbed the blueprints from that rich asshole's corpse and then get out fast.

She was perfectly fine, keeping both eyes open for anything odd.

It then started raining.

A thing she loved since she had arrived in Ketterdam. There was a certain air brought by the combination of wet alleyways and the noisy streets of the East Stave that brought comfort to her. She said that to him in one of their late-night conversations. But you didn't need to be as clever as Kaz to know that Y/N wouldn't particularly enjoy it as she did inside the comfort her room brought, being outside with no shelter from the little droplets of water, that is.

"Saints, doll, you're drenched!" was the first thing that came out of Jesper's mouth when he saw her after getting out of the morgue. She was. "Did you get them?" was the only thing she answered, wrapping her arms around her shoulders and moving them up and down trying to keep warm, miserably failing.

It had stopped raining a few minutes ago, so the wind was especially colder and faster. Kaz muttered a small "Yes" as he handed the blueprints to Inej for a quick second, taking off his long black coat and draping it over his lover's shoulders. "Let's go, quick," he ordered, keeping Y/N close to him. As close as he could, anyway; their arms touching and pinkies linked as they walked through the city, with Inej guarding them from above.

Kaz knew he should've asked Nina to check her pulse and temperature before she left, or even better, ask her to part to Fjerda the next morning in case Y/N got ill no matter how the girl insisted her friend should leave as soon as possible so the flowers the crows sent for Matthias wouldn't die. Nina left that same night and Y/N started sneezing soon after.

"Would you like some tea? Mom used to add honey, ginger and garlic on it when I had a cold" Wylan offered, seeing his friend's state as his boyfriend, Kaz, and Y/N sat on the small loft in the third floor of the Slat "That'd be great, thank you Wylan" she said, trying to clear her itchy throat. With that, Wylan excited the room with Jesper following after him.

"Are you warm?" Kaz asked, sitting next to her on the couch, stretching his bad leg over the table, being careful he didn't knock over any of the items on it "Mhm" she hummed, tracing small shapes on his gloved hand in search for some comfort. Kaz pulled away immediately to take the leather item off and pulled his hand closer to her thigh so she could continue. She did, giggling softly.

"Did you feel alright earlier?" this time she was the one asking, knowing how uncomfortable the situation could've made him. "It was fine. I didn't touch... it. You know seeing them isn't as bad as-" "Yes" she nodded "What did he even die from?" "Bastard got stabbed and bled to death in an alley, it was just a matter of time for someone of the many people who hated him acted" "Or for you to get him" she smiled, making him smirk softly "Or for me to get him".

"You should go to bed," he suggested, peeking over to the kitchen briefly and seeing Wylan and Jesper playing around with the honey, "They're taking their time" he sighed. Y/n tried turning her head quickly towards the other couple but hissed right away, placing her hand on her head after feeling a sharp sting. Kaz looked at her with worry behind his usual seemingly emotionless eyes.

"I-it's okay. Wylan was really thoughtful when he offered making something warm for me. I'm waiting until it's done," she said, closing her eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to go away. He couldn't bear the sight. He knew it was just a cold, but Y/N was in pain and uncomfortable, and even though he rarely got any rest, he knew it made one feel better.

"Go rest, I'll bring it to your room" he insisted, getting up and helping her up on the way "What if I fall asleep an-" "That'd be great. We can heat it up in the morning. Now go." It almost sounded like an order. Right before she turned around to do as he said, she stopped in her tracks and looked at him once again.

"Thank you," she whispered, now actually turning around to leave.

Kaz watched as Y/N turned to the left and into the hallway that led to her room. After putting his gloves back on and taking his cane , which was resting on another one of the small couches around the area, he stepped into the kitchen, finding Wylan sitting on top of a counter with Jesper standing between his legs.

"How is she?" the Zemeni boy asked, a tint of worry in his tone "Her head started to hurt so I advised she'd go to bed for now, I'll get her the tea when it's done" he answered, leaving his cane propped up against a chair and combing his fingers trough his slightly wet hair "I'm sure this will help," Wylan said "it always did with me, anyway".

Silence took over the room. Not an uncomfortable silence, but not a comfortable one either. Kaz knew for a fact his friends would be all over each other if he wasn't present, but he felt the need to ask something. Something that Inej and Nina would giggle about if they weren't fast asleep or boarding a boat at the moment.

"How do you do it?" he questioned, looking directly at Wylan. "Do what?" "The tea" "Why?" Jesper interrupted, pertinent as ever. "In case this little family tradition makes her feel better... I'd like to make it for her". The silence was even louder now, one of astonishment too. Both men shared looks of confusion, as if they didn't hear him right, splitting in cheesy smiles when they realized they had, in fact, heard Mr. Dirty Hands clearly.

It was all broken by the loud whistle of the kettle, a sharp sound filling the room before Wylan hopped off the counter to turn it off. He carefully grabbed a mug and poured some tea in it, handing it to Kaz after. "I'll tell you when you come back, lover-boy" he smiled, making the raven haired boy roll his eyes as he was handed the cup.

He left his cane behind, exciting the kitchen once again. The tea smelt sickeningly sweet and had a powerful scent of garlic that made Kaz's nostrils and eyes itch a little as he was subtly looking down at it to make sure it didn't spill. He knocked twice, pausing briefly and then knocked two times again, all delicately as to not wake her up in case she was already asleep.

"Come in"

Her room was one of his favorite places in this world. Everything about it screamed Y/N. From the pile of unread books on the desk that left just enough space for her to write and paint to the neatly folded clothes that belonged to both of them. He had insisted he could make his own laundry, but she knew he'd never find the time to do so, and Y/N never really minded helping out.

She was sitting on the bed in her cotton nightgown, propped up against the headboard with the wind crashing on her face. Icy wind. Kaz left the tea on her bedside table, rushing over as fast as his leg allowed him to close the window and curtains. "No!" she whined like a little girl, almost making the man giggle. "It's the only thing keeping me sane. It's fresh." "It is not fresh, it's cold and you're sick," he argued, adjusting the blankets over his lover, careful not to touch her.

Y/N looked up at him in awe. Y/N knew her boyfriend would never in a million years admit to ever be bothered. Kaz Brekker had things in control. If someone was one step ahead, Kaz Brekker was three steps ahead. Kaz Brekker didn't know fear. Most times, she found that to be true, and she had certainly been surprised plenty of times by his mind. That's one of the things that made her fall for him. But she knew it was always different when it came to her.

He became a professional overthinker about her safety and comfort. He just wanted the best for his girl and tried hard to show it the way he could. It was quite adorable to see him worry like this, especially when she really was feeling sick.

Kaz noticed her stare on him after gently tucking her in. "What?" he asked, trying to stop himself from grinning like stupid. "I'm going to get you sick." "Nonsense dear, I never get sick" he smirks, taking off his gloves to caress her cheek. Y/N leaned into the contact before he felt him tense up briefly to then pull away. At first, she thought the contact might've been too much for him but then he said in a very much worried tone a small "You're burning up".

Kaz didn't like her being sick but he knew that if she'd been cold, the water would've risen to his chest and he'd be a helpless little boy all over again, because then it wouldn't've been his girl, the light of his life. That person would've been Jordie. And he was going to lose her. Just like he did with his brother. So he thanked her fever, selfishly.

The boy walked to the bathroom, and she could hear the distant sound of water running. Sleep was taking over her, but she had to stay awake to drink the tea, so she tried her best and this time, succeeded. A few seconds after, her boyfriend was back at her side, now sitting on the other side of the bed while squeezing off the excess of water from the drenching washcloth he brought with him in a small bowl-like plate.

"I'm cold" she hissed when he placed the cloth on her forehead, drying the very few droplets that glided down her temples. "You're fully covered. It's this or have you take a cold bath. You look ill". From the short distance between her face and his, she could see how Kaz's brows were slightly furrowed and his eyes held what looked like guilt.

"This is not your fault," she assured, seeing her boy's eyes look up to hers, his gaze softening at the words. "You couldn't've known it was going to rain, and you were also trying to protect me from seeing the bodies. I'll get better, I'll live"

"You better, love" he smirked, letting the room fall in a very comforting silence, his doubts dissipating instantly. Y/N knew how to make him feel better. She made him better.

After an hour of Kaz playing with her hair as she breathed in and out with her eyes closed but not sleeping, she drank the tea, refreshing her throat a little but not stopping the sting she had been feeling for a while now. When the washcloth dried up, the fever had gone down, Kaz touching her face to make sure himself. Truth is, these little details here and there are what helped him overcome his aversion little by little. There was a long way to go yet, but Y/N was sure he'd make it one day.

Y/N yawned loudly, and Kaz knew it was time for him to go. He didn't want to, though. "Get some sleep. If you need anything, knock twice on the wall" he ordered requested, placing the now empty cup on her nightstand. "Yeah," she responded, laying on her side and pulling the covers up to her nose. "And you should too" she mumbled, already slipping away to a deep slumber.

"Took three seconds" Kaz thought, smiling to himself as he put his gloves on. Y/N laid so peacefully, making the boy realize she was his favorite part of being alive. She had a heart that kept others strong. And all is well. He's okay, she's okay, the crows are okay and even though they live in madness city... it's all okay. He picked up the drenched clothes she discarded hours ago and took them with him, closing the door after blowing the candles that lit the room dimly.

Over the next days, Kaz managed to balance the time between planning their next heist and taking care of Y/N. Which meant endless cups of Wylan's tea made by him, changing the sheets with Inej's help, and opening the windows to her room when the weather allowed it. Thanks to Kaz and the crows' cares, she was back after three days. And she could swear on everything she held sacred she heard Kaz cough a couple of times during that week.

But he'd do it all over again just so she felt better, because she was the one and only thing he held sacred. And if her being well meant he'd have to deal with coughing and a runny nose, he would gladly take it.

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joshym · 8 months

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Lilac Moon: Chapter 5

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader

Word Count: 9.5k+

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. mentions of anxiety and depression, mentions of death of a parent, brief recollection of childhood trauma, angst, illness. SMUT. oral f & m receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, a little voice kink, some cock warming, & of course fluff because i can't help myself. (pls let me know if i missed anything)

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Amongst a sea of people, the stage is your vessel and you are the captain.

The music starts; you’re home.

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The morning of the opening show

Everything is prepared. Your stage outfits hang in the closet of your dressing room. Your makeup is spread out on the vanity, ready to be used. The setlist has been narrowed down and perfected. The only thing left to do: perform.

You and Ivy are the first ones to arrive at the venue. You’re exhausted as you had hardly slept last night, the nerves and anxiety clouding any other thought that dared enter your mind.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to think much about Josh, about last night and the song you shared with him on the stage that you’ll step foot on tonight. You let your guard down with him, yet again. But, that’s the last thing on your mind.

Tonight begins the expedition that will lead Lilac Moon to waters never explored.

You want it to be perfect. You need it to be perfect.

You open the door to the dressing room you and Ivy will share. It’s dark, so you turn on the lights. You scan the room, looking at all of the gifts left for you from the venue. T-shirts, snacks, drinks, but the thing that catches your eye is a large bouquet of white roses sitting on the makeup vanity. The fragrance they carry fills the entire room with their floral notes. As you come closer, you see a handwritten note attached.

“A few adoring fans will receive one of these from me tonight, but no one is as deserving of a full bouquet as you. -Josh”

They’re beautiful. They’re in full bloom and so perfect that they nearly resemble satin. You can’t help but wonder just how much he spent on them, but you’re not sure you want to know.

“Where did those come from?”

You look towards the door as Ivy’s walking through the threshold.

“I’ll give you one guess.” you say through a smile.

She laughs, “That man is a damn fool for you.”

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10:32 am

8 hours and 58 minutes until showtime

You and Ivy are the only ones at the venue, save for a few employees, so you take the opportunity to walk around, exploring the halls and watching as merchandise tables are being set up. Amongst the endless choices of Greta Van Fleet merch are a few Lilac Moon t-shirts that you designed and a few copies of your ep’s on cd and vinyl. You weren’t able to do much, only as much as your funds would allow. But, nonetheless, seeing your band's t-shirts next to Greta Van Fleet’s is a surreal sight.

You’re shocked as you look out the window to see a few hundred dedicated fans already lined up for the show that’s still over eight hours away. The venue didn’t allow camping, so these people made it here as soon as the Bridgestone arena would allow to ensure the best spots.

It suddenly hits you. As you stare out at the hundreds of fans, you realize that you’ve never even performed in front of an audience as big as these early birds, let alone the nearly 20,000 others that will soon join them.

You’re hit with a wave of uncertainty, of meekness.

Ivy must sense it as she moves closer to you, grabbing your hand as you continue to stare outside.

“What are you thinking?” Ivy says. “Your mind has wandered. Tell me where it’s gone.”

“Look at this, Ivy. All of these people. It seems like so many. This isn’t even close to the number of people that will be here tonight. I know they aren’t here for us but they'll see us. They’ll hear us. What if they hate us? What if they just count down the minutes until we leave the stage? I’m terrified, Ivy.”

“But what if they love us, y/n? Don’t do this. We’re here for a reason. Don’t let your stupid brain tell you otherwise.”

“Stupid? Gee, thanks so much.” you say with a smile.

Ivy puts her arm around you as you both watch the waiting fans. “Sometimes I wish your brain would fuck off and let you live in peace.”

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11:56 am

7 hours and 34 minutes until showtime

The nerves haven’t let up. In fact, they’re beginning to become worse as the show draws nearer. Anxiety is not something new for you, but there are moments where it becomes particularly debilitating, and right now is one of those moments.

Jay and Julien are here now, talking with Joe and Ivy as you sit in silence, stewing in your worry. You get up and leave the room in search of somewhere to be alone for a few moments.

You walk into the bathroom down the hall and lock the door behind you. You sit on the floor, head plopped in your hands as you begin to cry.

The fear of it all is setting in. You’ve never been one to handle criticism well, and by doing this tour, you’re opening yourself up to a host of critics who will point out your every flaw.

You’re excited for this new chapter, but you’re terrified all at once. You’re ashamed of your ambivalence, but you can’t shake these feelings of inadequacy.

Your mother never shied away from telling you that you weren’t good enough, that everything you’d ever done was wrong.

You lost your biggest support when your dad died. He took all the love with him when he passed.

Your mom only got worse. Without him there to defend you and love you, she took advantage of it and tore you down as often as she could.

Maybe she was just trying to save me from getting hurt. She saw something my dad and I couldn’t see; she saw failure. I wasn’t enough for her, I wasn’t enough for Jay, and I’m certainly not enough for Josh.

Your cries become louder when suddenly the doorknob to the bathroom starts to jiggle.

You hear a muffled voice from outside, “I’m not sure who’s in there but I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Do I need to call someone?”

You immediately recognize the voice that belongs to Danny.

“Yeah, I’m fine! I just need a minute.” Your voice is shaky but you’re doing your best to sound composed.

“Is that you, y/n? I’m not leaving until you open the door.”

Dammit.

You quickly get up to check yourself in the mirror. Your eyes are swollen and puffy. There’s not much you can do right now to fix it, but you splash a little cold water on your face anyway before opening the door.

“Hi, Danny.” you say as you try to dart past him quickly.

He puts his hand lightly on your shoulder to stop you while he softly says, “You’re not getting out of this that easily.”

You look at him to see a sweet, concerned smile across his face. “What’s going on, y/n? I could hear you crying from my dressing room at the end of the hall.”

Of course.

“God, was I that loud? Please tell me none of the other guys heard.”

He quietly laughs, “No, I’m the only one here so far. Those fuckers are never on time. They probably won’t show up until the curtain is down.” This makes you smile, and you’re grateful for it.

“Seriously, though. Are you okay?”

“Just a case of the pre-show jitters.”

“Must be a pretty serious case.” he says as he grins. “I know that can’t be all of it.”

You know deep down you can trust him. Danny is one of the last people on this earth who’d judge you, but the thought of opening up to him right now is something you’re just not ready for yet. It’s rare that you reveal this part of yourself to people.

“There’s a little more to it, I guess. But it’s really not that important. I’m fine, I promise.”

“I won’t pry. You tell me when you want to. I’m here for you whenever the time feels right.”

He holds his arms out for a hug and you happily embrace it. Danny's hugs are so warm and reassuring; you desperately needed it.

As you make your way back to the room, you see Joe out in the hall, bracing himself up against the wall with one hand while he’s struggling through a coughing fit.

You run up to him to help him stabilize himself. “Are you okay?” you ask.

He can’t answer you as he’s coughing too much. He’s holding a tissue tightly in his hand as he coughs into it. You notice it’s stained red.

“Shit. Come on, let's get you to the hospital.” You try to help him down the hall but he stops you.

“No.” he says in his weak voice. “I’m fine, kid. It’s just a little cough. Nothing to fret over. It’ll pass. But do me a favor, hun.” He shoves the stained tissue in his shirt pocket, ensuring it’s concealed. “Don’t mention this, alright? I don’t want everyone in a tizzy over me.”

Your self-centered feelings have quickly switched to worry for Joe’s health.

He pats your back before walking away, seemingly fine.

But you know he’s not fine. He’ll do everything to convince you otherwise, but you know deep down something is seriously wrong.

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4:59 pm

2 hours and 31 minutes until showtime

“I can’t see fuckin’ shit out of these things.”

You hear Josh’s voice ring throughout the arena as they’re working through a final soundcheck. He’s wearing his giant bejeweled sunglasses that serve no practical use as he’s tripping all over himself trying to navigate the stage.

“Seriously, I can’t see a fuckin’ thing.”

“Take them off, you dumbass.” Sam says in his mic perched on his piano.

“Obviously that would ruin my look, Samuel.” He’s already dressed in his ensemble for tonight, looking wonderfully angelic. You’re doing your best to avert your gaze, but damn. He makes it difficult.

The two go back and forth with each other until finally Danny slams his cymbals and Jake plays an aggressive chord to get them to shut up.

You, Ivy and Julien are sitting in the audience seats watching the whole thing, cracking up laughing at their brotherly banter.

They finally manage to run through a few songs and you’re in awe over how easily it comes to them. Within seconds of bitching at each other, they play a song to perfection as if nothing had happened.

They don’t bother running through the whole show, opting to just ‘wing it’ when it’s showtime.

You can’t imagine that kind of mindset. You figure it’s because of how long they’ve been in the game. It comes so naturally for them, so authentically. Too much rehearsal might take away some of that authenticity for them. Aside from that, they just don’t need it. They are so in tune with each other that practice seems like a waste of time.

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5:33 pm

1 hour and 57 minutes until showtime

You had some intent behind choosing your stage outfit. You wanted something that felt like you, felt like Lilac Moon, and something with a little meaning behind it.

A month ago, you had all finally narrowed down stage looks.

“Why don’t we wear purple?” you had suggested after hours of trying to agree on something.

“Why the fuck would we do that?” Jay asked.

“Think about it, man.” said Julien.

“Oh my god, why the hell haven’t we thought of this before? You’re a genius, y/n.” said Ivy.

Not only is purple an obvious choice for a band with the color in its name, but it also made you think of a sweet memory with Josh, when he recalled a show of theirs you’d attended a few years ago and you wore a lilac colored dress with puffy sleeves. He loved it so much that he locked it away in his memory.

You wanted to mimic that look for nostalgic reasons.

You chose a purple skirt paired with a black top with sleeves almost identical to the ones on the dress you wore that Josh remembered every detail of.

As you’re putting it on, you feel all the emotions you’d felt the day you talked with him about that memory. It’s a bit of a full circle moment for you as an artist and as a person, and it’s also a reminder of the sweetness of Josh. Regardless of everything over the last few months, he’s as warm as sunshine that never dims. He’s made a dent on your heart, and that is something you’ll never be able to deny, no matter how hard you try.

You sit next to Ivy at the vanity to finish your hair and makeup, talking and joking with her when you hear a knock at the door.

“Come in.” you yell.

“Our hands are a bit full.” Josh says.

You get up to open the door to find Josh and Jake, each holding two drinks.

“Damn.” Jake mumbles as Ivy joins you at the door, adorned in her black sequined black crop top and purple velvet bell bottoms that accentuate her body perfectly.

“What was that, Jacob?” she says slyly.

“You look quite dashing.” he says as he walks through the doorway.

“Y/n you look absolutely, I mean you really look… well I haven’t the proper words.” Josh says to you as his eyes follow a path up and down your body.

“Fucking finally.” Jake jokes, making Ivy laugh.

“Thank you, Josh. Or, at least I think I should thank you. Is rendering Josh speechless a good thing?”

He smiles at you, “In this case, undoubtedly.”

“We weren’t sure what you ladies liked to drink so we have options,” Jake says as they both set their drinks down on the coffee table. “We’ve got a tequila sunrise, a vodka lemonade, a salty dog and a bloody mary. Take your pick.”

Ivy instantly grabs the bloody mary, a favorite of hers.

“Ah, a woman of class. Good choice, Ivy.” says Jake. She thanks him as she takes a sip of her tomato drink.

You go for the vodka lemonade, to which Josh says “You don’t want the salty dog?”

“Absolutely not. Grapefruit makes me want to vomit.”

Josh scoffs, “A salty dog is the perfect fruity and salty fusion that is both refreshing and intoxicating. To not enjoy it is to not enjoy happiness.”

The twins hangout with the two of you as you add the final touches to your makeup and hair, finishing off all four drinks.

Jake decides to head back to the bar to grab a few more. Ivy joins him, leaving you and Josh alone.

“You know what you could use?” Josh asks.

“What’s that?”

“I’ll be right back.”

He runs full speed out of the room, returning almost as quickly as he left with a tote bag in his hand. He digs inside of it and pulls out a small box and a tube of eyelash glue.

He pulls a chair up to sit in front of you at the vanity, putting both of his legs on either side of yours as he takes a seat and scoots as close to you as he can.

“One thing I’ve learned since the last tour is you can never have enough sparkle.”

He opens the box containing a slew of rhinestones.

“Should I consider this my very own entry to the rhinestoned diaries?” you say with a little sarcasm.

He rolls his eyes and laughs, “Those are a work of pure art and you know it. Now, let’s see.” He tucks his bottom lip in his teeth, eyebrows furrowed as takes in the structure of your face.

He holds your chin between his thumb and index finger, maneuvering you a bit to really get a good look at your features.

“We want to accentuate these lovely cheekbones of yours.” He runs a finger along your right cheek, the contact causing your breathing to stutter a bit.

His tongue peeks out of the corner of his mouth as he strategically places dots of eyelash glue along the high points of your face.

He dumps out a few gems on the table, picking each one up with a pair of tweezers to place them over the dots of glue.

You can’t help but watch him, the way his nose twitches slightly as he meticulously places each stone, the way he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, his tongue gliding over his mouth every so often. He’s just so pretty.

He looks up into your eyes, catching your stare. He doesn’t say a word, just smiles. His beautiful, warm smile that demands a smile from you in return.

“Not that perfection needs any improvement.” he says as he places the final rhinestone. He stands up and turns your chair around so you’re facing the mirror. “Look at that. Just gorgeous.”

You smile at your reflection. As silly as you initially thought it was, you actually feel really beautiful.

And he’s right, you can never have enough sparkle.

He sits back down next to you, gathering up his things to take back to his room.

“You truly look stunning.” He says. “I’m not sure I want you going out there like that, might cause a bit of chaos from the crowd once they see you.” He laughs a little, smiling at you once again.

The all too familiar Josh-induced blush starts creeping up your rhinestoned cheeks.

“I doubt that. It’s not me everyones here to see, anyway.”

“After tonight you will be. I just know it.”

He moves closer to you, staring into your eyes with a look that speaks a thousand words. You start to lean into it, feeling drawn to him.

No, y/n. Don’t let him lead you on again. The roses, the rhinestones…he’s doing it again. This isn’t why you’re here. He’s just distracting you yet again from the only thing that matters.

You suddenly break eye contact and stand up, moving away from him.

“We agreed to keep this professional, Josh. You need to stop.” You can’t bring yourself to look at him. This is hurting you, and you know looking at him will only make this so much worse. “I told you, my career is the most important thing. You don’t need to be leaving me roses or helping with my makeup. It's inappropriate.”

“I was just trying to be nice, y/n. I give roses to everyone, doesn’t mean anything more than a friendly gesture. It was just my way of welcoming you on tour. That’s all. Don’t read too much into it.”

His voice is much more stern than you had anticipated it would be, and you noted a bit of sarcasm. You can tell you struck a nerve but you decide to ignore it. It's almost time for the show and you can’t be bothered with this right now.

“Well, thank you for welcoming me. ” you say as you walk out of the door to head to the stage. You’re pissed that this happened minutes before your show. As if you’re not nervous enough.

You set it in the back of your mind, shaking it off and pulling yourself together so you’re able to give this performance your all.

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7:30 pm

Showtime

The four of you walk out on stage together, all holding hands. You look behind you to see Josh, Jake, Sam and Danny standing in a hidden spot behind the stage to watch.

You’re struck still for a moment as you look out to the filled space that was barren just hours ago. Every seat is filled. Every spot is taken. They’re screaming, screaming for Lilac Moon.

The stage lights shine brighter than the sun against your face on a hot summer afternoon. The vibrations of the screaming fans felt beneath your feet like a ship rocking against harsh waves.

The stage serves as your vessel and you the captain as you navigate the sea of 20,000 people.

It’s time.

You walk to your mic stand, Ivy situates her bass, Jay tucks his guitar strap under his arm just the way he likes and Julien takes his seat at his throne.

You can do this.

“How are we doing tonight, Nashville?”

There’s excitement painted on their faces as their eyes are fixed on you. You know you’ll tuck this image away in the depths of your memory to cherish as long as you live.

“It’s an honor to be here. Let’s do this!”

The music starts; you’re home.

Every fear you’d had has dissipated.

You make use of the biggest stage your band has ever played on, moving all over it, letting the music guide your body.

You watch as their faces light up with each song, as their heads nod to the beat. Some start making hearts with their hands, a few even singing along with you.

After the fourth song, you hear a faint “I love you!” coming from the crowd, to which you respond with “I love you, too!”

Everyone screams, and you couldn’t pry your smile away if you tried.

“We’ve got just a few more songs for you all, then we’ll make way for the star attraction.”

The crowd gets even louder at the mention of the headliners. You realize you haven’t introduced the band yet, so you take a few moments before the next song to do so.

“We’re Nashville-born Lilac Moon, and I don’t know if you know this, but you’re the largest crowd we’ve ever stood before.” You pull the mic away as you take in the roar of the audience. “You’ve welcomed us with so much love and we can’t thank you enough for making us feel at home on this stage. This is the first night of the Starcatcher world tour, and it’s definitely one for the books.”

You move to the center of the stage and take a seat on the ledge. Jay grabs his acoustic while Ivy comes to sit on your right, sans bass with her mic in hand. Julien takes his cajón and sits on the left side of you.

“We’re going to play a little acoustic number, if that’s okay. I’m sure you’ll recognize this one. If you do, please sing along.”

One of the first songs you’d ever played together as a band was Imagine by John Lennon. It was the song that helped you find your sound; the sound of Lilac Moon. You’d incorporated it in shows as often as you could, always acoustically as that’s how you played it together the very first time.

It’s been a while since you brought this one to the stage. You had all agreed that tonight felt like the perfect opportunity to bring it back.

Jay plays the first few chords and it seems the crowd recognizes the song almost instantly. You and Ivy switch back and forth singing the verses while harmonizing together with Julien during the chorus as he taps a subtle beat on his cajón.

The crowd glows with twinkling lights coming from their phones, swaying back and forth and singing the lyrics to the beloved tune.

This moment feels like the most intimate experience you’ve ever shared with an audience, though this is the largest one you’ve ever played for.

This right here, this is what it’s all about. The music, the unity, the love. It feels as though every obstacle in your life has led you to this very moment. It suddenly all feels worth it.

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The last song has come to an end. As you take a bow with your bandmates, tears threaten to flee your eyes.

It had all gone so beautifully, better than you could’ve imagined.

You take out one of your in-ears to finally be met with the true sound of the audience that’s been muffled by the ear monitor.

You take it all in, the boisterous, beautiful sounds of 20,000 people cheering for Lilac Moon.

“Thank you, Nashville!” is all you can manage to say before heading off the stage just in time to avoid going over your 45 minute time slot.

You leave the stage to Sammy, Danny and Jake all congratulating you, giving you hugs and kisses on your cheeks, but you can’t help but notice that Josh is no longer here.

Seriously? He couldn’t even stay for the whole thing?

You start to head back towards the hallway your dressing rooms are in to find him when you’re stopped by Julien grabbing you, Ivy and Jay in a massive group hug.

“I love you guys, dammit. I’m so proud to do this with the three of you.” he says through choked back tears.

Joe comes up to join you all. He’s absolutely elated, so proud of you all that he can’t stop praising you.

It’s an emotional moment, and you’re angry.

You’re angry that your only thought right now is Josh. He’s taken over so drastically that you can’t even be present right now with your band, your family, after undeniably the best performance you’ve ever put on.

All you can think about is him.

While everyone is hugging and cheering for each other, you manage to slip away, unable to free him from your mind. You have to know where he is, you need to find him.

You quickly make your way down the hall, stopping first at his dressing room. No luck.

You check each of their rooms that are all empty.

You decide as a last ditch effort to check your room.

You open the door and as you walk in, you see Josh sitting at your vanity.

“Josh, what are you doing in here?”

His head is in his hands, his leg bouncing wildly as he has yet to look at you.

You ask him if he’s okay before he sighs loudly while finally standing up.

“No, I’m not okay, y/n.” he says as he walks up to you.

His hands quickly find your waist, squeezing you with his fingertips.

There’s a fire igniting in the pit of your stomach. His touch is much more heated than ever before. You're fighting against the trembles of your body.

“I know that we decided not to take things any further,” he says as his eyes are fixed on where his hands rest, “but I can’t watch you out there and not want you.”

He darts his eyes to yours. “I want you, y/n. I need you. Like I need the air in my lungs. Watching you out there, so mystifying, so goddamn beautiful. I can’t take it. I won’t be able to do this every night.”

You can’t fight your body much longer. His words are like sugar laced with honey.

You don’t speak, and before you can think twice about it, your lips crash hard with his.

“You…” he says between attacking your lips “...are so fucking incredible.”

He shuts the door before pushing your body up against it.

You lift your leg to wrap it around his waist, his hand kneading the flesh of your thigh.

You grab hold of his curls, forcing his body to press harder against yours.

As close as he is, you need him even closer. You need to feel him everywhere.

He licks and sucks on your neck, his breath leaving goosebumps on the wet skin.

“Josh…”

He groans in your ear, not relenting a bit.

“Josh…it’s almost time for you to get out there. I don’t want…” he pulls your skin between his teeth, sucking and nibbling as you lose all inhibition.

The moan that escapes you is louder than you would have liked, you’re almost sure someone heard. You simply can’t bring yourself to care.

He pulls tighter on your thigh, moving his hand up to your hip under your skirt. He grips you tighter, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the hem of your thong.

He pulls you closer until you’re pressed against him, feeling his cock harden against you.

You start grinding yourself on him, his hand on your hip helping to move you just right against him.

“Fuck…” he whispers in your ear. His jaw is beautifully clenched, his eyes squeezed shut as he moves his body along with yours.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door that you're leaned up against.

“Josh? Are you in there? Come on we have to fucking go! The curtains about to drop!” Jake yells.

“Josh, go.” you say with heavy reluctance.

“You can’t expect me to go out there like this.”

You look down and notice his massive erection straining against his skin tight pants.

“You don’t have a choice, Joshy.” you say as you kiss his cheek and he lightly slaps your ass before opening the door.

“God, I can’t wait to get off that stage.”

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You and Ivy stand by Jake’s side of the stage near the crowd, enjoying their magnetic performance.

It’s like you’re back in 2018, traveling all over together to catch their shows and having the absolute time of your lives.

So much has changed since then, but somehow it all feels the same still yet.

You catch Josh looking over in your direction often, eliciting screams from the fans you’re standing close to.

After Josh throws out his signature white roses, the show comes to an extravagant end. Of no surprise to you, the crowd is going absolutely crazy over them.

They rush off the stage and instantly their crew is tearing the set down to pack up for the next show. You and Ivy are caught by fans asking for photos and autographs and giving you their bracelets they had made for the show. You stay back and talk with them for a while, answering all of their questions about your band and how you made it here. They’re all so sweet and excited to be talking with you, and it warms your heart.

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He’s covered in sweat, the sheen on his skin giving him the most glorious glow.

He rips his jacket off and throws it across the room.

You walk up to him, putting your hands on his bare chest. His pecks are so hard and hot under your touch as you skim your fingers over him, brushing against his nipples as you wander down a little further to his stomach that’s clenching against your fingertips.

“I’m so sweaty, y/n. Why don’t you let me get cleaned up?”

You put your fingers to his mouth, dragging his bottom lip down. “No. I want you. Now. Just like this.”

A smirk graces his lips, his eyes heavy and full of lust as he watches your hands explore his body.

You tug on the button of his pants until it’s free from the loop it was secured in.

You slowly pull his fly down, noticing that he’s stopped breathing entirely.

“Breathe, Josh. It’s just me.”

He huffs a nervous laugh. “Yeah, just you. I’ve imagined this more times than I’ll admit.”

“What have you imagined?” you say as you continue pulling his fly down at an agonizingly slow pace.

You finally pull it down completely, pulling his pants open a little before your hands make their way back to his sweat covered chest.

You’re still high from the show, adrenaline running wild as you get the nerve to speak to him and touch him this way.

“I’ve imagined how you’d feel, how you’d sound…full of my cock…your pretty mouth wrapped around it…” he plants the gentlest kiss to your lips, holding the pulse point of your neck, “…that beautiful voice of yours singing my name…” his hands have found your breasts, still covered by your top, “…a sweet song only for me. I can’t wait to learn every pretty sound you make.”

You reach your hand through the open fly of his satin pants. You run your fingers lightly over his shaft, shocked over his size and how he’s throbbing against your gentle touch. His eyes roll in the back of his head as he lets out a high pitched, beautiful whimper.

“I’m excited to hear all of your pretty sounds, Josh.”

He giggles breathlessly as you plant kisses all over his chest and neck, still running your fingers along his length, toying with him a bit. You relish in this moment of control, how he’s crumbling under the slightest contact from you. The sounds he’s making, the labored breathing. It’s as though he could melt at any moment.

You reach your hand down further, taking his entire cock in your hand. The sound he lets out reverberates through the dressing room.

You slowly make your way down to your knees, looking up at his sleepy grin, when suddenly…

Why the fuck didn’t I lock the door.

You’re both too shocked to move as Ivy walks in completely oblivious to what’s happening.

“OH! Holy shit, oh fuck!” she yells when she realizes, dramatically slamming the door shut.

As embarrassed as you are right now, you’re thanking every god in the universe that it was just Ivy who walked in and not anyone else.

You stand up immediately, still reeling with humiliation as Josh starts zipping his pants back up.

“So much for right now, huh?” He laughs nervously. “I’m thinking maybe we should put this on hold.”

You put your face in your hands. “I’m so sorry, Josh.”

He laughs as he grabs you in a hug. “Don’t you dare be sorry.”

“We’ll finish where we left off soon, I promise.” you say quietly in his ear.

“I’m holding you to that.” he says as he kisses your forehead before opening the door to leave.

Ivy is still standing on the other side of it, shielding her face as he walks out. He looks at her with a smug grin. “Sup?” he says with a nod of his head while he walks past her.

“What the hell did I just walk in on?” she says. “Were you giving him head or were you helping him tie his fucking loafers?”

“Well, I was going to give him head until the world's biggest cock block barged in.”

You’re both caught in a fit of laughter trying to pack everything up. You only have about 20 minutes until you have to leave the venue so you’re in a bit of a rush.

“Are you still staying with me tonight?” you ask.

“Well, that’s what I was going to talk to you about.”

You stop to look at her, waiting for whatever it is she’s gearing up to tell you.

“Jake was telling me about his custom Fender jazz bass, and I told him I’d love to see it but it’s at his house so…I’m going over there tonight.”

You look at her with wide eyes and a huge smile. “You’re going over to see his super cool bass, huh?”

She giggles maniacally, “Yes, y/n. Just to see his super cool bass.”

“Also,” she continues, “we’re taking my car, so I guess you’ll just have to have Josh take you home.” she says with a wink as she zips her makeup bag shut.

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You had asked Josh for a ride, and of course he couldn’t turn you down.

He asked if you wanted to come to his place for a bit and without hesitation you said yes.

You’re in his room, sitting on his bed as he insisted on taking a shower as soon as he walked in the door of his home.

“I usually try to take showers at the venues before we have to leave,” he says as he opens the glass shower door. “but for some reason I just didn’t have time for that tonight.” he says through a laugh.

There’s a small opening in the master bathroom door, just enough for you to be able to see him in the mist. You try to keep from staring at him but he makes it impossible. He’s stunning. His sculpted, wet body is far too enticing.

He’s still talking, saying whatever pops in his mind as the bathroom begins to fill with steam. You hear his voice, but your mind has stopped comprehending his words.

Without much thought, you stand up and make your way to the bathroom. He’s facing away from the shower door so he’s oblivious to the fact that you’re here.

You start removing your clothing. Feeling the most courageous you’ve ever felt, you open the shower door and slowly make your way inside.

Josh stops what he’s doing, his back still facing you, as it seems he’s noticed your arrival. He turns around, eyes locked in on your nude figure.

“I was wondering when you’d give in.” he says through a smile.

You step into the water, letting it drench your skin in warmth and soak your hair as you make you way closer to him. His hands trace up and down your now wet body as you reach up to slick his hair back. He moves closer, pressing his body against yours as his hands move to cup your face. His eyes dart back and forth between yours and your lips before he slowly leans in, kissing you gently before stepping away.

He grabs a bottle of body wash, opens it and begins pouring it over your chest. He massages it into your breasts, tweaking your nipples with his slick fingers. With the same bottle, you follow suit, pouring it over him and watching the suds cascade down his toned frame. You run your hands over him, just as he did you, rubbing the sandalwood scented lather into his chest and flexed torso.

You both go without saying a word to each other. The intimacy of this moment is one that should only be spoken with touch, lips only moving to embrace the other.

He then washes your hair as you do the same for him, silence still lingering as your lips leave willful kisses on one another.

He moves his hands to the small of your back, then reaches down to squeeze the supple flesh of your ass as he licks and kisses along your neck. His nearly throbbing cock rests between your thighs, gently nudging at your hardened bud. You reach your hand down to stoke it, pushing his head against your clit.

You pump him against you a few times before sinking down to your knees.

You look up at him, noting that same sleepy grin from earlier in the dressing room. “Just keeping my promise.”

You kiss the tip of his cock, leaving kitten licks along the underside of his head before slowly sinking him all the way in your mouth.

You bob your head as you swallow as much of him as you can, his hand buried in your wet hair as he lets you take the lead.

“Look at me baby, look at me.” You do as he says, keeping your eyes on him as you take him deeper and deeper down your throat. “So beautiful like that. So fucking beautiful taking it all.”

He bucks his hips a little, shoving himself in further. The moan that escapes him echoes off the shower walls. Such a pretty sound and all you want is to make him sound like that over and over again.

“Fuck. Come here, sweet girl.” He leans down to pick you up. You wrap your legs around him as he holds you with one hand and pushes the shower door open with the other.

Without even bothering to turn off the water, he takes you into his bedroom and lays you down on your back and leans over you with his arm propping him up. You’re both still soaking wet, his body dripping all over yours, his hair still slicked back from the water with only a few wet curls hanging over his face.

He looks into your eyes, lips pouting and eyes heavy.

“Josh, I…I need to tell you something.” Your voice is shaky, his face now full of concern and worry.

“Are you okay, y/n? Oh shit. I’m taking this too far, you’re not ready. Fuck. I’m so sorry, we can sto-” you shush him by placing your fingers over his wet lips.

“No, it’s not that. I don’t want to stop. I just…I’m embarrassed to tell you this, but I feel like I need to.”

“Tell me. You have nothing to be embarrassed about, it’s just me.”

“Well, I’ve never…” you take in a long breath, regretting even bringing it up but knowing that you’re too far into it and you have to say something. “I’ve never finished before. Not with a partner, anyway.”

Josh is silent. He moves back to sit on his heels at the end of the bed.

You panic, thinking you’ve just ruined everything as you quickly sit up to meet him.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I said that. That was so stupid of me, I-”

Now he’s the one placing his finger on your lip to stop you in your nervous rambling.

He grins at you, “Is that a challenge, sweet girl?”

He presses his palm against your chest to lay you back down. His fingers drag across your hardened nipples as he leans down to place open mouthed kisses down your belly.

“You know,” he says, lips hovering over you, “one of the main reasons women don’t experience orgasms from a partner” his tongue dances around your belly button as water droplets from his hair paint your skin, “is because their partner doesn’t take the time to learn their body.”

He moves back up to your face, cupping your jaw with one hand as the other moves to the side of your head to hold him up.

“This body deserves pleasure. This body should be worshiped, and that’s what I intend to do.”

You whimper at his sentiment. Never has anyone wanted to dedicate time to your body, to your satisfaction. You’ve always been the giver in bed, but you somehow knew Josh would be different. That’s why you felt you could tell him about never having been pleasured fully.

Now, your body is vibrating with need and want, ready for whatever this beautiful man has planned for you.

His hand moves from you face down to your inner thigh, massaging it as he moves closer and closer to your desperate core.

“Is this okay?” he says softly. “Is it okay if I touch you?”

“Yes, Josh. Please touch me.”

His fingers dip between your folds. His index rubs slow and intentional circles over your clit.

With hardly a touch, he’s already bringing you closer than you’ve ever been with anyone. You’re unsure if it’s his presence, or if he truly is just that skilled.

“Oh, Josh…”

“Yeah? Feel good, sweet girl?”

“God, it feels damn good.”

“Can I put one inside?”

“Ple-please, Josh…” you whisper.

He gently slides his middle finger inside, all the way to the knuckle before sliding it back out and pushing in again.

“Another?” His voice is a quiet groan, a pitch you’ve never heard from him.

“Yes Josh, please.”

He pulls all the way out, then adds his index finger alongside, both gliding in together. You gasp and cry out at the feeling. You had never noticed the size of fingers until they became buried in your throbbing cunt.

“Tell me, y/n.” His fingers pick up their pace as your pussy sucks them in, creating the most delicious and obscene sounds. “Tell me how you make yourself cum.”

You’re suddenly hit with a wave of shyness. You’ve never been one to vocalize much in bed.

“Don’t get shy on me now, sweet girl. Tell me. I want to hear how you make this pretty pussy feel good.”

His fingers come to a still. He curls them inside and pushes against a newly discovered spot with his fingertips. A strangled cry breaks from you. No one has ever found this spot within you, and it took him only a matter of minutes.

“I…” high pitched whispers are all you can manage as speaking is near impossible. “I like to put my fingers inside, as far as I can. And I use my vibrator on my clit…feels so good.”

He groans, leaning down to drop a kiss to your chest. “I bet you look so beautiful when you cum.”

His fingers begin moving in and out again, brushing against your hidden spot over and over. The only word you are capable of is his name as it leaves your mouth in a melody of whimpers and moans. It builds up inside of you, threatening to burst at any second.

All of a sudden you feel yourself become nervous, tensing up, fearful of letting your body give in.

“Hey, don’t do that. Get out of your head, just let go. Let go, y/n.” His voice is soft as velvet, acting as both a comfort and a catalyst in bringing your body back to the brink.

It’s building up again, this time quicker and more intense. You let yourself submit fully to his touch.

“There you go, there you go…I can feel it. You’ll give it to me, yeah?” His deep voice pulls it from you, and suddenly you’re enveloped in a wave of ecstasy so intense. Every cell in your body alight; every part of you in the flames of a brand new pleasure.

You sing a chorus of obscenities mixed with his name, your new favorite word to lay on your tongue.

“The most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. You’re a fucking angel.”

He works you through it, slowing his fingers before pulling them out. He brings his hand up, fingers glistening. A mark of your pleasure.

He licks along his coated digits, humming and rolling his eyes in the back of his head. “God…I need to taste you…s’that okay? Can I taste your sweet pussy?”

You’re still coming down from the most glorious high as you can only nod your head, desperate to feel his mouth on you.

He dips down between your thighs. His wet hair rests against your heated skin as he licks a long, slow stripe between your folds. He’s drinking you up, kissing and lapping at your juices from your climax.

“Mm, sweet as honey.” He flicks your tingling bud with the tip of his tongue before closing his lips around it, sucking it into his warm mouth.

You’ve watched this man sing for years. You’ve always been intrigued by the way his mouth moves, the way he uses his tongue to reach the most beautiful high notes. His mouth is moving on you in the same ways it does on stage, only this time, you’re his microphone as he hums an erotic melody into you.

With two fingers, he spreads your lips open wider, sucking and kissing every inch. You start to writhe beneath him while you’re on the verge of overstimulation. He drops one last kiss to your clit before coming up to meet your face.

“How was it?” he asks, his nose nudging against your cheek while leaving wet kisses along its path.

“Oh my fucking god, Josh…I had no idea what I had been missing, christ..”

He softly laughs in your ear, “I hope you’re not just trying to boost my ego.”

His lips find yours, his tongue dancing inside your mouth as you taste yourself on him.

“Sweet girl, are you ready for me?”

You smile at the pet name that he’s repeated over and over tonight, loving the way it sounds when he says it.

“Please, baby.” you say.

“Gonna go slow, okay? I just need to feel you a little bit.”

He nudges the tip in just slightly, pushing in slowly and checking on you each time he pushes in further.

He’s big. The stretch from him is one you’ve never felt before, but one you want to feel again and again.

He’s finally filled you up completely, giving you a moment to adjust to him.

“Josh, please baby. Fuck me..”

He pulls out almost all the way before slowly pushing back inside of you, holding your face with one hand as the other reaches down to rub soft circles on your aching clit.

He fucks you just like this for a moment, with slow and long thrusts. You feel every inch of him inside of you as he slides in and out.

“Faster baby, please fuck me faster.” You move your hips into his, desperate to chase even more him.

He smiles at you, eyes heavy and dark. “Slow down, sweet girl. Just feel me, okay?”

He thrusts himself all the way inside of you, all the way to the hilt. He looks down to where you two are connected, admiring how your body looks completely full of his cock.

“I don’t just fuck. I make love.”

His words send a flood to your core as you’re nearing another wave with him tucked all the way inside of you. His tip is nudging perfectly against that hidden spot from within you that his fingers helped you discover.

“Talk to me, y/n. Tell me how it feels.”

He starts sliding in and out of you again, picking up his pace just a little.

“Feels full,” you say through the whines and whimpers that you can’t conceal. “feels like I’m being filled all the way. You feel so good, Josh. So fucking good.” He sends a harder thrust into you, forcing a yelp from your throat.

“I will never get tired of hearing that pretty voice of yours.”

He lifts your legs to rest on his shoulders, finally picking up his pace as he fucks himself harder and faster into you.

“Give me another one, sweet girl.”

Within an instant you’re thrown back into the precipice of bliss as he pulls it from you, this one even more consuming than the first one.

You cry out his name again, nearly screaming it at the top of your lungs as the pleasure is so intense and powerful.

He finishes right alongside you. He paints the inside of you, filling you even more.

“My god,” he says, panting his breath. “you’re a fucking goddess. This body…this body deserves every praise.”

You grab his face and pull it towards yours, tangling your fingers in his still wet hair as you kiss his lips.

You stay just like this for a while. Him still tucked inside of you as you enjoy each other, kissing and giggling against each other's skin.

“I’m going to pull out now, okay?”

He carefully pulls out of you as you hiss at the slight sting.

He lays down beside you, caressing your face and body as you’re relaxed nearly to sleep.

Suddenly, you hear your phone vibrating in your bag that’s sitting in the chair across his bedroom.

You start to lift up to go get it when he stops you. “You stay put.” he says as he walks over to get your bag for you.

You pull out your phone to see you have 12 missed calls, all from Jay.

You’re not sure what he could possibly want from you at this hour, but you figure it’s important if he’s being this persistent.

Just as you’re about to text him, he’s calling again.

“Hello?”

“Where the fuck are you, y/n? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you forever!”

He sounds frantic, completely out of it.

“What's going on, Jay?”

Josh hears Jay yelling on the phone and moves closer to you, trying as hard as you are to figure out what is going on.

“It’s Joe, y/n. He collapsed when we were leaving the venue. He’s in the hospital and it doesn’t fucking look good.”

To be continued…

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Hi I'm sorry I dunno if this counts I just think seeing Tony get actually flustered by this wud be awesome, but bucky giving Tony the worse, WORST, pick up lines like "have you got a map I got lost in you're eyes" kinda bad, off bucky just cos he knows it works even tho Tony doesn't want it too, whether they know eachother before hand or not

Oh no this has awakened something in me.

"Do you have a map?" Bucky asks. Tony slants him a look over his coffee, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What?" "Do you have a map?" Bucky repeats, and then, before he can answer, continues, "Because I got lost in your eyes." Tony's mouth drops open in shock. He hasn't heard a line like that in decades years. He's pretty sure he was just out of college the last time, and the guy had been a total sleeze-bag. Bucky, though, he'd somehow managed to sound sincere? Which is weird. Bucky hasn't talked to him since one halting, awkward, "Sorry for killing your parents," that Tony had brushed off with, "Hydra had my parents killed. You were just a tool." He'd meant it to assuage Bucky's guilt, but he wasn't entirely certain how well it had worked, considering Bucky had sort of... blushed, then gone ashen, then sort of looked ill, and then Steve had grabbed him and whisked him away before he threw up. So he's not entirely sure why Bucky has decided the second thing he wanted to say to him was a cheesy pickup line. "...Anyway," Bucky coughs, then picks up his bowl of cereal and leaves. Tony stares after him, still too stunned to speak. By the time he decides he's just going to take another sip of his coffee, it's gone cold.

Tony thinks it's just a weird fluke. Obviously, something in Bucky's brain just... fizzled weird. Sometimes things like that happened, probably. It was easier than trying to puzzle it. So he thinks nothing of it when Bucky sits down beside him on the couch at three in the morning. Tony knows it was just a matter of time--everyone on the team is haunted by their pasts in some way, and nightmares weren't uncommon. Bucky is silent for a while, just considering the infomercial about Snuggies Tony is watching. Tony lets him be, instead focusing on whether or not it would help to have weights along the robe's hems, or even combining the idea of a Snuggie with a weighted blanket. "Aren't you tired?" Bucky asks suddenly. Tony swivels to face him, stunned. Obviously he is tired. It is three in the morning. Bucky waits another beat, then adds, "Because you've been running through my mind all day." It takes a moment for Tony to realize it was another pickup line. By that time, Bucky has made it halfway into the elevator.

Tony arrives back from a board meeting just in time for movie night. "Tell the others I'll be out as soon as I change into something more comfortable, yeah?" he tells Bucky, already wrestling with his cuff links. "Sure," Bucky says, watching the numbers on the elevator tick up slowly, then turns his gaze on Tony. Tony endures the slow up-and-down with aplomb. Steve gives him the same look sometimes--the 'this suit is obviously worth more than I made in my previous lifetime' look. He doesn't mind it. "You know what you'd look really beautiful in?" Bucky asks. Tony tilts his head skeptically. He looks beautiful in everything. It feels like a trick question. "My arms," Bucky finishes. As soon as the line registers, and Tony realizes Bucky can't escape, he squawks and kicks him in the chest. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!" Bucky bellows once he gets his breath back. "WAS THAT THE SORT OF LINE THAT GOT YOU DATES IN THE FORTIES?!" Tony bellows back. The elevator door opens, and Clint starts to step in, sees Bucky on the floor, and turns on his heel to walk back out. Bucky scrambles after him, clinging to his leg, and Tony closes the doors on Clint screaming that he didn't see anything while Bucky snaps at him to serve as a witness if Tony kills him.

Bucky gets cleared for battle. Tony thinks nothing of it. It's what Bucky's wanted, they don't have to worry about Hydra saying rock-scissors-spoon and getting control of him, and it's always nice to have another sniper (who can also function as a tank). Still. It's his first battle. He isn't used to working as part of a team. Isn't used to having backup. Isn't used to depending on anyone. He doesn't even think to call for help when he's overwhelmed by Doom bots. Luckily, Thor spots him before things go irreversibly wrong, and he only gets a concussion. Unluckily, as it turns out, there is a patient worse than Steve, and it is Bucky. Tony decides to be the bigger person and lead by example. He approaches the medical tent to have a cut on his forehead tended to. It's not a big cut, probably only needs a butterfly bandage, but he's going to be a good teammate and show Bucky that he is an idiot for not letting a medic shine a flashlight in his eyes even if his injury is already starting to heal. He flips his face plate up. "Whoa," Bucky says immediately, and then, "Tony, do you have a band-aid?" Tony narrows his eyes suspiciously. "...No. I came over here to get one." "Oh, that's too bad," Bucky replies, not looking worried about it at all. "It's just that I scraped my knee falling for you." There are witnesses this time, and Tony is vindicated by the fact that everyone is gaping at Bucky in disbelief. "ABSOLUTELY NOT," Steve shouts when Tony lifts his gauntlet, repulsor whirring, and Tony regrets trying to be the bigger person at all.

"If you and I were socks, we'd be a great pair," Bucky says, and Tony leaps over the couch to tackle him with a screech. Steve begins to stand, meaning to pull Tony off of him, then decides against it, flopping back into his seat. "...Should we do something? Natasha asks after a moment, because Tony has shown no indication of stopping trying to strangle him. "I told Bucky that Tony reacts to being wrong-footed with violence," Steve answers flatly. On the bright side, he has control of the remote now. He wants to watch CSI. Bruce peeks over the back of the couch. "Are you sure we shouldn't do something?" "Eh," Steve says, shrugging. "Either they'll kiss or they won't." "I hope they kiss. Tony will be so fucking miserable to live with if he can be smug about killing a super soldier with his bare hands," Natasha sighs, shaking her head.

Bonus: "I'm not going to date you if you keep feeding me corny lines," Tony says sternly. Bucky raises an eyebrow. "Okay, so you want me to be sincere then." "...No," Tony answers sourly. "That would be worse." "So the lesser of two evils," Bucky decides, firm, and Tony grumbles to himself at the fact that Bucky might possibly be right just this once. "Just don't call me a sock again," he mutters, crossing his arms over his chest. "Obviously," Bucky agrees, scowling.

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chimcess · 8 months

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Nachash || jhs (teaser)

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader (ft. Taehyung) Genre: Supernatural AU, Demon!Hoseok, Med Student!Reader, Incubus! Hoseok, Horror AU, Thriller, Mystery, angst, smut Rating: 18+ (don’t interact if you’re a minor) Word Count: TBD (~25-35k) Release Date: Oct. 31st Summary: After the loss of both of her parents, Y/N decided to sell their home in Florida and move back to New York City, a place that she has little memories of despite spending 10 years in medical school there. With her return comes a spark of romance with a sweet man who gives her a strange sense of Deja vu. Her world begins to shift, and she begins to lose sight of dreams and reality. At the center of it all is Hoseok, his warm smiles and gentle kisses. But she can’t help but wonder if he is who he says he is and why a strange bar keeps popping up in her nightmares. Warnings: Strong language, death mentioned, terminal illnesses, bad medical terminology (I tried), Hoseok has a demon side (like physically different), Explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, oral (f & m receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, manhandling, Inexperienced!Reader, Good girl reader, hard dom Hoseok, Hoseok is a menace, he’s also very sus, so much blood, low-key a yandere but not really, DARK ENDING, dubious consent (kind of mind control/mood control/memory wiping), main character death (graphic), graphic violence, this is not a cute demon romance, more to come...

nachash (noun) "snake; serpent". Derived from the Hebrew root n-ch-sh.

After graduation, the dreams stopped. I stayed with my parents for the summer, played in the Florida sun, and decided against going back to New York for my fellowship. Instead, I chose to stay in Tallahassee and start my career. It was safe there. He was gone. A few years later, I left for Jacksonville and my paranoia had started to fade.

Years had gone by, and my memories of his face began to escape me. His name was nothing more than a gentle whisper in the deepest pits of my mind. Even then, saying that would be an overstatement. My return to New York was in the wake of my mother’s death. My dad had passed away a few years prior, and our vacation home in Harlem, the same place I lived in so many years ago, had become prime real estate. I got a fellowship through Columbia upon my return. Life was looking up despite my grief, and I was ready to start a new venture in my medical career.

That was the beginning of my eventual end. I had cheated death all those years ago. Angela was my replacement, though I had no idea at the time. That thing knew she was waiting for me. It knew she would not let me out of her sight, so it took care of the problem. My fear gave it power, and it indulged itself in my torture. When I came back, it knew.

This time I would not be lucky. Nothing and no one would get in its way. Soon, all memories of that night vanished. Angela’s name escaped me first, then her face, and finally what happened to her. Dauphine and its never-ending halls were gone. The thing that sat at the bar made sure of that before making his next move.

It was mid-October when he came back into my life, all memories of his face wiped from my mind, and his game really started. My death would be his favorite. A death he rejoiced in for years to come only to be disappointed that nothing lived up to that night.

Things like Hoseok lived for the chase, and I proved to be his greatest target.

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multiplicity-positivity · 10 months

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Taking a break - in crisis.

Greetings. I don’t normally front and I’m not normally on this blog. I am the gatekeeper of our system.

Recently, a user who members of my system have brought up concerns about in the past, decided to make false claims about certain alters in my system. She mentioned these members by name, and said they have done things like attacking another user and false reporting. She twisted the words of my alters to villainize them, and spoke ill about the labels they use to define themselves.

Our system has been severely traumatized in the past by individuals in online spreading false rumors about us. It is what caused an alter in our system to split, and now this alter is having to deal with people online talking about them behind their back and making hurtful assumptions.

We have been struggling immensely lately, and learning of this user’s vendetta against these alters has put our whole system in an extremely bad place. This ordeal has been the straw that broke the camel’s back, and I am concerned for the safety of the system.

So here is where I put my foot down.

The damage this user has done to my alters goes deeper than she could ever understand. Her actions have reminded our system of past trauma, and her actions came at a time when we were already unstable.

As a result of this, I will be taking my system to a crisis stabilization unit. I am worried these parts will cause the body significant harm.

I am not sure how long my parts will be gone from this blog. It will at least be a few days as we seek treatment, but Kip and Alucard may be gone from this blog indefinitely.

My parts wrote a post detailing some issues with the user who slandered our system. You can add block-evading, making false accusations, and spreading hateful, targeted rumors to the list of horrendous things she’s done.

I will include a link to a post my alters wrote in the past warning people about this user.

And when my parts return, make no mistake

We do not want followers of Sophieinwonderland interacting with us. Again:

WE DO NOT WANT FOLLOWERS OF SOPHIEINWONDERLAND INTERACTING WITH US. Please show us some decency and respect our wishes.

She has traumatized our system without a second glance. She has no issues with lying about other users, block-evading, talking down on people, and spreading legitimately harmful rumors. This is in addition to the problems addressed by my alters in their DNI post.

We will not be available to field questions. We have been to a stabilization unit before, and they will take our mobile device. Upon our return, my parts may be willing to make some clarifications. This will hopefully be the only time I have to show my face online.

This blog’s queue has two posts in it, and will remain unaffected. They’ll post as scheduled. To those of you who stick with us through this trying time, thank you. I do apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. But if I don’t get my system to a safe place soon, we may not be around to post on this blog ever again.

Best,

Kiki. And Parker, who helped me navigate Tumblr in order to create this post.

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random-introverted-blog · 4 months

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His Star - His Queen [Chapter 7 - Impromptu Rendezvous]

A King Deserves More

Summary: Astarion and you are finally (kinda) reunited (not fully). Tentative plans are discussed, a tournament commences and a wish is granted. Questions answered, (also kinda) and plenty more left to ponder (definitely).

You didn't think you were the only ones with plans, did you?

Link to the Tumblr Chapter Index

Warnings/Advisories: A fight scene, some uncomfortable witnessed kisses, a few mentions of blood. Creepy dialogue akin to Chapter 4.

A/N: We're getting close to a turning point in the story. Been sort of a lull period to establish what was set up in the first three chapters.

Thank you as always to everyone who supports this little adventure of mine! Hope the wait was worth it!

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After a quick visit to the Precipice for the enchantment to be recast on him, Astarion once again found himself outside that damned palace, amidst the bustling stalls and festival nonsense.

They had been watching, but neither was sure how to reach you. You were effectively surrounded. With that steward spawn Malacai glued to your side, three servant girls in your shadow and four of those palace guards in polished silver armor gleamed in the rays of the midday sun. If there was an attempt at subtly, it was done poorly. But that didn't stop you from casually browsing the jeweler's stand as the stumpy human man made enthusiastic and broad gestures, beaming proudly as he went on about his wide and varied selection. Evidently eager to be the one to sell you your engagement ring.

Just as evident as the fact you weren't wearing one, despite the announcement yesterday.

It was one of the first things he noted to Aric beside him when they spotted you exiting the palace. Accompanied by your small horde, the Ascendant had walked at your side, hands clasped behind his back and carrying himself with his chin held high. Jester - a fitting name for a gnome, he might add, muttered something about drawing the Godking away before he melted into the sea of people. Just moments later, a messenger arrived and whispered in the Ascendant's ear. And then he visibly excused himself from your company. Not that you seemed to mind his abrupt need to depart. But Astarion could have done without witnessing the brief kiss he gave you before he departed.

"If we don't reach her now," Aric muttered to him urgently, "we'll lose our chance." "The tourney is in less than an hour." Subtly reminding Astarion that he insisted on participating.

As soon as he embarked on this ill-conceived plan, he immediately regretted it, muttering, "Bloody hells." But he was never one for planning, anyway.

"What are you—?" The tiefling asked, bewildered, as the elf departed his side and strode toward the guards and servants.

Predictably, his path was blocked by two guards, their crossed spears serving as a clear message "By order of his Majesty, none may approach the consort. "One of them said sternly from behind their full helmet, concealing their face. By curiosity or chance, you looked up from the ring in your palm. Your face instantly brightened with excitement, but then fell, dejected, just as quickly. Worry etched lines on your beautiful face, but you turned to that tall steward of yours. Speaking quickly and urgently, judging by the movement of your lips.

Despite the incredulous expression on your steward's face, you pressed on, your eyes silently begging for understanding. Reluctantly, and with a clenched jaw, the human waved his hand, causing your small horde to retreat. Leaving the path clear for Astarion.

It was so sudden to him then how much he's missed you. How desperately he ached with the ferocious need to draw you close, to wrap you in his embrace, where the world's shadows couldn't dare to touch the warmth of your skin. Shield you the same way you've shielded him so many times.

He could sense that it had also occurred to you. But you pressed your lips into a thin line and shook your head. "I don't need to give him more reason to..." you whisper, your words fading away. Your attention shifts, and you start absentmindedly turning the ring in your fingers, lost in thought. "How come no one else is reacting to you?"

As you ask, you visibly tense up, your muscles tightening as if you're holding yourself back. The urge to run to him was strong in you as well.

"That's quite a long story, my dear. For now, it's a unique spell, or enchantment. That protects me from my... quirks. And my identity from anyone besides you and him."

While skeptical, you seem satisfied enough to let it go. Freeing him to continue. "Listen, Tav," he spoke, mindful of his volume, his voice barely audible over the bustling festive chaos, "we're working as best we can to get you—"

As you hold up your free hand, you cautiously inquire, "Who's we?" You quickly glance from side to side, ensuring that your steward and servants are nowhere nearby to overhear.

"There's a resistance, darling," Astarion whispers. "I've spent the past tenday in their company. They've gotten me mostly up to speed on the state of things in this world." Astarion explains quietly, ensuring his words were only as loud as they need to be. Gathering his courage, he ventures to ask, "Are you...?"

He watches your body tighten into a coil of raw nerves, unease sneaking over you like an unwelcome shadow. "I'm okay, Star," you manage to say, even though your voice betrays a hint of your inner turmoil. "Just tell me what I can do to help. Anything, if it gets me out faster."

With a weighty pause, he inclines his head. "Do you think you could slip out of the palace again? Venture into the city, perhaps less guarded?"

You pause, your fingers fumbling with the ring, as you visibly ponder the request. The burden of the decision lingers in the air, adding a layer of tension. Visibly pondering the request, you furrow your brows, a small crease forming between them. "I... yes," you finally respond, the words escaping your mouth with a hint of bitterness. They hang in the air, heavy and charged. "I can convince him to let me leave, perhaps under the guise of... the wedding arrangements." The words carry a venomous undertone, as if each syllable is laced with resentment and disdain.

Your eyes dart around but focus nowhere in particular, avoiding his gaze momentarily before meeting his eyes, silently seeking understanding. The magnitude of the task is evident in your expression, a mix of determination and uncertainty. "But I can't give you a definite time or location," you continue, your voice tinged with a touch of frustration. "I have to think about it, spin some webs. Another tenday, maybe two, for when he might let me out of the palace. I can't guarantee how guarded I may be, though." As you speak, a faint scent of freshly cooked meats and incense wafts through the air, mingling with the tension. You take a deep breath, as you silently question if that is enough time or if it's too much time.

"How do I even reach you to let you know? Have you any idea how restricted I am in that gilded plane of Avernus? It's not like I can just toddle out and send a letter by pigeon." You gesture to him with the hand holding the ring and suddenly look away. Hiding your eyes behind your well tidied hair.

Every fiber of his being longs to envelop you in his arms, offering the reassurance you so desperately need, and he has to remind himself consciously of the audience around the two of you. "You helped me take back my freedom. I will not leave you alone fighting to regain yours, my love." He pauses and eyes the jewelry pinched between your fingers. A black band, exquisitely crafted, sparkled with a delicate arrangement of petite blue and silver gems.

Like a night sky painted with graceful strokes of twinkling stars, crafting an mesmerizing display resembling a beautiful dance across the dark expanse of midnight.

"You have a servant girl you apparently handpicked."

"Elowen." You finish for him, still not returning your gaze. "I saw her with you yesterday."

"She has a sending stone for you. You can use that to inform me how your plan is progressing, and when we can expect your... appointment." Astarion offers. By the hells, where is that wriggling worm when he really needed it? Dormant? Is that what Illyndra said? "I have to go. The tourney is about to begin. Suppose I'll see you there."

With a slow and deliberate movement, you raise your head to make eye contact with him once more. Hardened. But with more than just resolve. The instinct for self preservation was starting to take over. A little more than a tenday and you were already well on your way to building your bulwark against pain.

Your primal survival instincts were already well underway, it seems.

It seems like your primal survival instincts were already well underway. "No." you respond, your voice devoid of warmth, your eyes distant. "I have another lesson on sovereignty or whatever to endure, followed by a dress fitting, much as I wish I could shirk those things. But he will be there." Your gaze shifts upwards and away, as if searching for an escape. Despite your casual tone, the words carry a warning. His involvement will expose his presence in this world.

Now aware of the human steward's slow approach, his hands tucked behind his back. Astarion pressed his lips together, realizing that you had noticed before he did. "Lady Ancunín," he chided, "that is not the proper way to speak of your affianced publicly." As he drew near to your side.

A fleeting glimmer of a glare that passes through your eyes before you swiftly bury it away, refusing to meet your Star's eyes and witness his shock at your unexpected title. You take one last look at the ring between your fingertips before pushing it back onto the wooden counter of the stall. "It was good seeing you." Lacking emotion, you mutter over your shoulder, your voice sounding even more lifeless than the vampire spawn.

Then you turn away. The vibrant hues of your flowing dress create an enchanting whirlwind around you, captivating the eyes of those who witness your departure. Beside you, Malacai effortlessly matched your determined stride, the click of his boots echoing in sync with your deep brown shoes, and the guards and servants followed closely. However, amidst the commotion, only one person breaks away from your shadow, venturing into the bustling crowd. With a lingering gaze upon the ring you had set down, he moves on.

Curious, Astarion followed her carefully. Barely moving through the crowd when he found her again. He wasn't surprised when he found her speaking to the Ascendant. The exchange was short-lived, a mere moment, before he brushed her off with a nonchalant wave of his hand. She performed a graceful curtsy before him, and then hastily made her way, presumably in search of you. He turned back to a familiar tall Elven man. "Ballar." Aric said as he appeared beside him. "His righthand steward. Out of all his advisors, generals... Ballar is the one he seems to lean on the most." He explains calmly while Astarion recalls his first day in this world, in front of the palace doors.

On his way to the tourney ring, Astarion swiftly shares the key details of his conversation with you. Noting the balcony overlooking the patch of fenced in dirt from above. Positioned next to each other were two magnificent chairs with ornate designs. Empty for the time being, but a handful of servants diligently clean the tables, meticulously polish the armrests and golden goblets, and arrange a spread of refreshments.

"Jester lured Ancunín away by tipping off the Noctis to a resistance hideout, but now he has to hurry and evacuate it before they get there. He told me to make sure you won. Apparently he has an idea for that wish." Aric explains next, surprising Astarion the lengths the gnome went to provide him an opening to meet with you.

If these Noctis Veil are as... efficient as he's been led to believe, it was not a risk he would have taken lightly. An elite subterfuge and espionage force blended with vampire spawn? Creative... and terrifying.

Not long after, the tourney began. He had expected more competition than those he had faced in the ring already, but they hardly stood a challenge against him. It was almost comical. As their gazes met, Astarion braced himself for a more pronounced reaction from the Ascendant, but was met with a calm and collected demeanor. His doppelgänger didn't seem surprised in the slightest.

What did surprise them both was when you entered the balcony from the door behind the Ascendant. Right behind you, Malacai discreetly positioned himself against the back wall, behind the chairs. While waiting for his next round, Astarion observed the "sovereigns" and could tell that the Ascendant wasn't thrilled to see you there, although he didn't appear eager to send you away either.

Instead, he gestured to the seat beside him, and you took the offer. Though Astarion saw your lips moving, neither of your voices reached his ears. But you made a show of eyeing and playing with your left ring finger as you spoke, and your vampire managed a sad smile. Still doing your best to communicate to him what was unfolding around you.

But then the monster turned to lock his glare to Astarion's. Cueing you to look as well.

Much to his surprise, the Ascendant let you watch most of the event before clearly dismissing you. Again, with a soft touch and a gentle press of his lips against yours, he sealed the moment with a brief, yet lingering kiss, unable to resist the allure of your beautiful, addictive lips. You didn't look at Astarion as you rose and left, avoiding his gaze.

However, the Ascendant did. His eyes gleamed with wicked delight as he leisurely crossed his leg over his lap, revealing a glint of his fangs beneath his lopsided, smug grin.

Aric's surprise at Astarion making it to the final round was clear, as he made no effort to conceal it. Though the combatants thus far have proven easy.

Once he enters the pit, he assesses his final opponent. The sight that greeted him was a striking half orc man, his tall frame clad in resplendent gold and silver plate armor. A longsword stood firmly planted in the earth in front of him. On one knee, deep in prayer. A paladin.

Rising, he turns to the balcony, his eyes filled with determination as he brings a tight fist to his chest. "My Godking," he said with utmost reverence, "I swear my undying loyalty and devotion to you! May your reign beside our queen be long and prosperous!"

"You can take him deeper down your throat, surely." Astarion mutters under his breath with a roll of his eyes, drawing his twin daggers from his hip.

The game-warden, true to form, delivers her usual verbose introduction for the two fighters, emphasizing the high stakes of this decisive match. And with two deafening blasts of the horn that mark the start of the final match, the paladin fearlessly charges forward with a resounding roar that reverberates through the air and mingles with the dying echo of the tournament horn, his footsteps echoing like thunder.

Radiant energy crackles along the length of his blade. Astarion moves with grace and ease, smoothly sidestepping the initial strike, a small grin already forming on his lips.

The sound of steel meeting steel echoes through the festive courtyard as Astarion effortlessly parries the next series of broad swings, his movements appearing almost otherworldly in their fluidity.

With each display of the behemoth's strength, his confidence grows, knowing that all he has to do is bide his time, find the perfect moment, and make the behemoth kneel before him with a blade at his throat.

But the ferocity of his assault doesn't relent, testing your vampire's stamina. A heavy strike descends upon his head, and with a swift, skillful roll, Astarion narrowly avoids the blow. A sharp pain shot through his shoulder, confirming that the behemoth managed to graze him, marking the first sign of bloodshed.

Gods, what kind of idiot was he? Direct confrontation would never work. His opponent had brute strength and evident vitality on his side. But what he didn't have was speed and agility. He couldn't outmaneuver Astarion...

Filled with renewed determination, he deftly navigates around the hulking figure, launching rapid attacks whenever he spots a vulnerability in his armor. Aimed to soften his target, make him easier prey.

The paladin, feeling the taste of victory within his grasp, lifts his sword once more, unleashing a powerful cry as he gathers an overwhelming surge of radiant energy, preparing for a divine smite. With incredible reflexes and nimble footwork, Astarion skillfully evaded the attack, causing the half-orc to lose his footing and stumble ahead.

Astarion, quick as lightning, seizes the fleeting opportunity and launches a relentless assault on his opponent, the sound of his slashes and stabs filling the air as the paladin struggles to defend himself. Finally, one of Astarion's daggers finds a weak spot in the sturdy armor, piercing the skin and drawing blood. Despite his subdued appetite, the tempting aroma wafted through the air, teasing his senses.

Ignoring everything else, he stayed fixated on the momentarily stunned paladin, driving the pommel of his dagger directly into the half-orc's nose. He relished in the satisfying crunch and the resulting cry of pained astonishment. Employing a strategic technique, he disarms his adversary with the flat of his blades, following up with calculated strikes to immobilize the weakened areas.

Completely outmatched and devoid of weapons, it appears that even this arrogant brute accepts defeat as he humbly kneels before your rogue, surrendering without resistance. Silently acknowledging him as the victor.

The applause of the crowd faded into the background as he turned his attention toward the balcony. Astarion's eyes locked with the Ascendant's, who couldn't help but sport a sly grin as he arched one eyebrow in amusement.

He paid no mind to the game-warden once she let go of his arm, the one she had hoisted in the air, and he quickly made his way back to Aric. Only a little surprised to see the irritating gnome at his side. "Impressive for a foolhardy pretty boy."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Jester doubled down but shook his head. "Listen, we don't have long before you're summoned for your audience with Ancunín..."

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With a nod from the well-dressed servant, the guards stepped back, allowing him to open the door. The Ascendant commanded attention as he stood in the middle of the room, his back facing the onlookers as workers toiled to remove a grand portrait from the wall. Meanwhile, the Ascendant maintained his poise, casually holding a goblet between his fingertips.

It looked like you... but also not. Somehow.

His gaze lingered on them, studying their actions, before he turned his head to look over his shoulder and acknowledge his new arrival. "Ah, my favorite cockroach." Muses the Ascendant with a wry smile. Returning his attention to the workers, he commanded, "Leave us."

Astarion observed the workers exchanging uncertain glances, their hands carefully clutching the weighty portrait. Looking on, he could discern the Ascendant's eyes rolling and catch the faint sound of an impatient growl resonating from his throat. In a hurried frenzy, they carelessly released their grip on the item, hitting the floor with a resounding thud. The impact was forceful and reverberated through the room, shattering the delicate frame and inflicting irreparable damage upon the once-pristine portrait. Yet, a strange indifference permeated the room, as not a soul in the room seemed to care about the damage.

Once only the two vampires were in the room, the Ascendant turned to face him. "Quite a performance you put on today. And you didn't even spend half of it on your back." He taunts, flavoring the malice with a smirk as he elegantly swirls his goblet. Astarion's senses tingled as the intoxicating scent of fresh blood wafted through the air, a scent as pure as the first falling snow. It possessed a certain sweetness, a tantalizing whisper that hinted at its source - young, untouched... Virgin blood? The thought alone sent a shiver of excitement down his spine.

It was an obvious attempt to bait him. Salt his wounds and tease his instincts, his hunger. "Where is she?" Astarion demanded, his tone sharp and impatient.

Mimicking confusion, he gently tapped his chin. The furrowed brows cast a shadow over his piercing ruby eyes. "I know of many, but none named so simply as 'She'..." he mused, his voice trailing off with a hint of contemplation. As if lost in thought, he released a soft sigh, the sound barely audible. "You'll have to elaborate, I'm afraid. Small words, if necessary for you." He adds quickly near the end of his sentence. The words accompanied a slight wag of his finger, creating a sense of derision in the atmosphere.

"Where," your vampire's deliberate speech draws out each word, "is Tav?"

"Ah, you mean my consort and fiancée, Lady Tav Ancunín! Impressive, isn't it? She carries my name already, and she hasn't even decided on a design for her wedding dress! But I spare no time nor expense for my beloved treasure." He looks up and away, a wistful expression crossing his face and a sense of longing fills his eyes as he lets out a dramatic sigh, before refocusing on his Spawn-self.

"Even you can understand that, surely..." he uttered with a subtle hint of challenge in his voice and then casually lifted his goblet to his lips.

"I understand enough to know she detests being spoken of as some cherished possession." Astarion snaps, his voice sharp and full of determination, as he dares to take a single step toward the vampire lord. "She desires simplicity, quiet, a humble but peaceful life. Not," he gestures broadly to the large, opulent room, glittering chandeliers casting a soft, golden glow over the hardwood floor, "this. If you have any genuine care for her, you would have seen that by now," he argues with conviction. Lowering his chin, every one of his instincts urging him to rend this imposter limb from wicked limb.

Pausing, the Ascendant's piercing gaze locked onto him, an iciness emanating from his unmoving expression. The air grew heavy with anticipation, a silence so profound it echoed in the room. "She will learn," he asserts, his voice laced with an unyielding determination that cuts through the silence like a blade. "Already, the seeds of knowledge have taken root within her. And once she embraces the timeless gift of eternity, we shall have an infinite expanse to immerse ourselves in her tutelage."

Astarion's eyes widen in disbelief as he is taken aback by the shamelessness that emanates from the Ascendants' words. In that moment, his mind becomes a raging battlefield, a chaotic storm of countless responses swirling within him. Insults, questions, and a myriad of other thoughts clash violently in his head. But amidst the chaos, he hones in on the crucial information just revealed. "You actually plan to turn her?" He manages to utter with a focused glare, his words dripping with a blend of incredulity and scorn.

The scene before him unfolds like a vivid tableau, each detail etched into his consciousness, the Ascendants' smug expressions, his self-assured posture, all of it adds fuel to the fire burning inside him. Astarion can almost taste the bitterness of his own anger, a bitter tang that fills his mouth as he struggles to find the right words to respond. "She's to be just another pretty spawn to sit at your feet, then?"

"Don't be absurd," The Ascendant sneers, his lip curling in a disgusted expression. Shadows dance along the walls as the Ascendant's power emanates. The aroma of incense and polished floorboards lingers in the air, mingling with a hint of something sinister. "My power has surpassed that of a mere vampire lord," he continues, his voice dripping with a chilling confidence. "The bride of a vampire Ascendant, a king, a god... should transcend the lowly status of cattle and spawn." As he speaks, his eyes, a piercing shade of crimson, reveal a darkness that seems to simmer beneath the surface. The thought of his own immense power elicits a twisted satisfaction, sending a shiver down the spine of anyone who dares to meet his gaze.

"The depths of my intentions for my darling consort, my queen-to-be, are far beyond anything you could even begin to comprehend." With a dismissive flick of his hand, he turns away, his red and black tailcoat swirling behind him like a macabre dance as he gracefully moves towards a table - adorned with a vase of dark flowers and flanked by a pair of elegant couches. He takes a deliberate sip from his goblet. The liquid, a rich crimson, glimmers in the warm golden glow of light, embracing the room from the chandeliers above.

Setting down his cup with a gentle clink, he shifts his attention back to Astarion, whose feet seem glued to the ground. The room feels heavy with tension, as if it could be sliced with a knife. This bastard, with his unpredictable nature, unsettles him to no end. With reluctance, he acknowledges that his best advantage lies in staying close to an exit, much as he loathes to admit it. "My time is fleeting and precious, little rodent. You emerged victorious in the tournament, earning yourself a single wish. However, be warned, I possess the authority to reject anything I find unsuitable," he states, adjusting his attire to settle comfortably into the plush seat behind him. Draping one arm lazily over the backrest, lifting his other hand to inspect his impeccably manicured nails, a small gesture of indifference amidst the charged atmosphere.

Astarion doesn't hesitate. "The gravesite of your lover. Where is it?"

"The mausoleum—"

"The real one." Interrupting, he receives a look that is both amused and indignant from his imposter. "I know you hid the body."

"There was no body to bury, never mind hide." The Ascendant bites, sending a dagger of a glare up at Astarion. "The disintegrate scroll reduced it to ash, and her soul has no desire to return." His tone murmured as he allows his gaze to drift back to his nails.

"I concealed the remains by the beach, where our paths intertwined for the first time. I was not keen to share her, even then..." he murmured, his voice devoid of any excitement. A pat of his pocket to check the content and a precise motion, his fingers delved into the recesses of his exquisitely crafted pants, retrieving a weathered locket. Without a parting look, he stretched out his arm, offering it to Astarion.

Cautiously, he stepped closer and delicately lifted the small silver locket from his hand. Tracing their intricate, though simple engravings with his thumb, he marveled at their intricate simplicity. As he attempted to open the latch, a faint click sound sung through the air only to be met with resistance. The mechanism lay broken, refusing to yield.

Before he could gather his thoughts or utter another word, the grand doors to the room suddenly swung open with a resounding creak. In a state of urgency, a servant burst into the room, her breathing heavy and ragged and eyes widened in alarm. "My Godking, there is a matter that requires your urgent attention!"

With no interest in responding, the Ascendant maintained a distant stare, fixed on his nails. "Another one?" He mutters under his breath.

"It's Lady Ancunín, she... her parents...!"

In a swift motion, the Ascendant springs to his feet, his tailcoat flowing behind him. With purposeful, long strides, he makes his way towards the door, the sound of his boots echoing through the room. The air carries a sense of urgency as he sternly commands, "Escort our tournament winner out, he's received his reward." He remains focused, not glancing back at either of them.

Startled, her voice trembles as she stammers a quick acknowledgement and the guards flanking the doors from the outside move to stand beside her. The heavy footsteps of the guards echo through the grand hall, armor polished and shining in the well lit grand hallway. They stand beside her, their imposing figures reinforcing the command of their Godking, urging Astarion to comply.

As he delicately slipped the locket into his pocket, his feet remained rooted to the ground. His mind, however, raced like a wild stallion, galloping through a vast expanse of thoughts. You didn't have "parents"...

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A/N: I know Bhaal is the Dark Urge's father, before we get in an debate to tell me something I already know...

Next chapter could be another Spawn chapter or we could go back to Ascendant. Seems like we're sort of doing a two-and-two sort of format and we can maintain that for awhile.

Would love to hear from you guys as always how you're enjoying the story thus far. Feel free to drop a reply or an ask, whatever floats your boat.

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SKZ Season Greetings - 6

Winter Wonderland

Bundling up in multiple layers of clothes to ward off the cold, Chan and Changbin got ready to take a trip to the store. They didn’t feel like going anywhere and also knew how contagious their illness was but they didn’t really have a choice, since everyone they knew was either sick too or busy with end of the year schedules. To make sure they didn’t spread their germs and ruin anyone else’s Christmas, they put on masks and pulled their scarfs up over the lower halves of their faces. It also helped to disguise their identities because as much as they loved Stay, they didn’t have the energy to interact with people right now. How come they hadn’t thought of stocking their dorms up earlier? They were usually well prepared long before flu season hit, so they’d be able to recover and return to their schedules quickly but this year, it had completely passed them by.

Almost as soon as the pair exited their dorm, it started to snow once again. They were lucky as it wasn’t as windy anymore and the snowflakes peacefully floated around them. It barely mattered how cold it was because the sight was so serene, it distracted them from everything else. That didn’t last long though and Chan already felt himself grow short of breath after only walking a couple of blocks. His ribs felt sore from hours of coughing and breathing seemed to require all his energy reserves. “Are you okay, hyung?”, Changbin spoke up eventually, having listened to the Aussie’s ragged breathing for a few minutes. Although Chan nodded, he slowed down significantly, his breaths dampening the mask in front of his lips, causing it to grow cold. The rapper grew worried when Chan came to a halt, one gloved hand on his chest as he coughed into his mask.

Bracing himself against a streetlight, Chan panted: “’m okay. Jus’ a little lightheaded.” Changbin hurriedly wrapped one arm around the leader’s waist, so he’d be able to catch him if he ended up fainting. Luckily, it didn’t come to that, the dark spots in Chan’s vision eventually fading though he remained a little unsteady on his feet. Changbin linked their arms to keep him from falling when they continued to walk. He couldn’t help but feel like the entire outing had been a huge mistake already and they hadn’t even made it to the store yet. Why did they decide to walk anyway? They could’ve just called a cab.

When they started to pass the first few well-decorated store fronts, Changbin remembered why they had walked there. The sight combined with the light snowfall around them was truly aesthetic and time seemed to stand still for a little while because they weren’t used to having the time to just leisurely stroll past the stores and look at the decorations. Knowing how much Felix would love it, the rapper pulled out his phone and snapped a bunch of pictures to share with his dongsaeng later. With his hands numb and trembling from the cold, he struggled to get the camera to focus but eventually got a few decent pictures.

“Would you mind if we got a cab on the way back”, Chan asked hesitantly, “My legs feel kinda weak and I’m not sure I’ll make it all the way back while carrying bags.” – “We’ll most definitely call a cab to drive us back to the dorm”, the rapper agreed as they entered the grocery store, “Just please don’t faint on me while we’re out in public. You almost gave me a heart attack earlier.” Giving an embarrassed laugh, Chan adjusted his mask and muttered: “Let’s just get this over with quick.”

They weren’t as quick as Chan would’ve liked, partly because he was still a little wobbly on his feet and partly because the warm air had made Changbin’s nose run behind his mask, making his eyes water to the point he could barely see where he was going. Hearing a wet sneeze behind him, Chan turned and realized that his dongsaeng had come to a halt, afraid he’d run into things as he pitched forward again. “Let’s add masks to the list”, Changbin sniffled miserably, “I’m so taking this one off the second we get out of here.” The leader cringed in sympathy as he placed a few boxes of tissues into their cart before also adding a pack of masks. As they continued, Chan took the other’s hand to guide him through they aisles. The Aussie was shocked just how busy it was but people were probably doing their Christmas shopping and preparing for the celebrations only a couple of days away. He wished their plans were as enjoyable because they most definitely weren’t off to celebrate. They’d either be stuck at their dorm miserably sick or trying to catch up to the tightest possible schedules that had to be postponed due to their illness.

Though it was overwhelming being stuck in such a crowed while being unwell, the buzz of shoppers actually worked in their favor. Chan and Changbin could easily blend in, everyone too hectic and focused on their shopping lists to regard them with more than a short glance. The longer they kept walking, the more Chan started to lean his weight onto the cart afraid his knees would buckle from how jelly-like they felt. When they finally found the shelves filled with canned soup, Changbin started to load cans upon cans into their cart. His head hurt the more he strained his eyes to read what was in those cans, so he eventually just started placing random ones into their cart, making sure Chan held onto it with both hands because the older looked ready to topple over.

Hearing the Aussie’s strained cough, Changbin turned and rested a hand on the leader’s back. “Maybe you wanna go outside already”, the rapper offered, “Take off that mask, get some fresh air and once you’ve caught your breath, you could call us a cab. I’ll grab more cough drops and check out as quickly as I can, yeah? Will you make it outside without collapsing?” Chan nodded urgently, letting go of their cart. Despite the mask, he pulled his scarf up further as he pushed through the crowed, trying to get out of the store fast.

Leaning his back against the building’s wall, Chan ripped off his mask and buried his face into his scarf as he kept coughing. His throat burned and eyes watered but he already felt like he could breathe a little easier now that the mask was gone. It took a couple of minutes for the fit to taper off and when it did, it left him winded, needing to catch his breath. When he finally felt like he had enough air to talk, Chan pulled out his phone and called a cab to take them home. They’d have to wait a little while but that was still better than having to walk all the way back, especially with their heavy shopping bags.

When Changbin exited the store, carrying both shopping bags in one hand and two steaming paper cups in the other, it didn’t take him long to spot Chan. The Aussie’s slumped posture easily giving him away despite the scarf and hat concealing his face. Setting down the shopping bags, Changbin urgently thrust the paper cups into Chan’s hands and tugged off his mask, so he could cup both of his over his mouth and nose to catch a rough sounding sneeze. “Bless you”, Chan commented softly but the rapper only twisted to the side again, stumbling a little as he sneezed the repeatedly.

Giving a wet sniffle, Changbin straightened back up but didn’t dare remove his hands. Luckily, Chan was quick to open one of the tissue packs they had just bought and handed his dongsaeng one, so he could clean himself up. “I got us some hot chocolate to sip on the way back”, Changbin muttered, nodding towards the paper cups. His voice was scruffy, throat still irritated from the force of his sneezes. Handing the younger one of the cups, Chan wrapped his cold hands around the other and smiled: “Great thinking. I was starting to feel a little chilled, so thanks.” – “Gosh, we’re a mess”, Changbin laughed tiredly as he raised the cup to his lips. He really hoped their cab would be there soon.

Chan was exhausted, barely clinging to consciousness as he rested against Changbin’s side. The Aussie could tell his fever was up, the trip having taken more out of him than he had expected. His dongsaeng had deliberately given him the lighter bag to carry, so he wouldn’t feel useless but wouldn’t strain himself too much either. “We’re here, hyung”, Changbin rasped, he too drained but glad to be back. The rapper stumbled a little as he climbed out of the cab, while Chan sleepily paid for their ride before following the younger. It was a struggle to get their shopping bags all the way to their friends’ dorm but they managed, impatiently waiting for someone to open the door for them as their own hands were too shaky to punch in the code.

“Need sit”, was all Chan managed to get out when Minho opened the door. The leader’s face had been drained of all color and his bag slid down his arm before hitting the ground. Though shocked, Minho was quick to wrap his arms around Chan and guide the stumbling Aussie to the living room. Plopping down on the couch, Chan pulled his scarf up as he started to cough, the sound chesty and breathless. Seungmin took a seat next to the oldest, firmly rubbing his back through the thick coat he was still wearing, while Minho removed the leader’s boots.

Hyunjin and Jisung had joined Changbin, picking up Chan’s shopping bag and helping their hyung unpack the groceries. When they were done, Hyunjin fetched Chan a glass of water, frowning that the Aussie could only go a couple of seconds without coughing. While the pair had been gone, Felix and Jeongin had set up a humidifier on the coffee table but so far it didn’t seem to help much. “How’s everyone?”, Changbin asked tiredly, “Did we miss anything while we were out?” – “Not really”, Jisung shrugged, storing away the cans of soup, “Most of us are a lot more functional after getting some rest and having medicine. Felix isn’t doing too great. He was better for a little while, so him and Jeongin made some preparations, like the humidifiers, doing a load of laundry and so on but it seemed to have been too much for Lixxie. His fever spiked again, so right now, he’s lying down in his room. Innie is with him trying to bring his fever down but he needed some space. The living room was too stuffy.”

Though his limbs were leaden, Changbin dragged his feet on, making his way to the dancer’s room at a painfully slow pace. His heart ached even more than his muscles when he slipped into the darkened room, making eye contact with Jeongin, who sat on the edge of the bed, dabbing a cold washcloth against Felix’ burning forehead. Hearing someone enter, the Aussie looked up, his eyes watering when he spotted Changbin. “Hey sunshine”, the rapper smiled sadly, trading places with Jeongin. The maknae quietly went back to the living room, curling up with Chan, while Changbin pulled out his phone to show Felix the pictures they had taken, whispering: “While we were out, I got you something that I was pretty sure would cheer you up a little. Look, it’s a true winter wonderland out there.”

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