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roomsofangel · 6 days

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LOVER, PLEASE STAY. . .

chapter one

synopsis you and wooyoung have been best friends for as long as you could remember, always overcoming everything in your friendship even after a few bumps in the road and confessions in the past. you could always trust that no matter wooyoung will always be there, right?

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chapter warnings brief mention of injuries but its not detailed (bloody knuckles, busted lip, etc)

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you always knew you were different from your best friend wooyoung. people described you as careful and reserved, while he was impulsive and carefree. you kept him grounded and out of trouble, while he showed you that there was more to life than your 'safe shell.' you felt like you belonged in the comfort of your shell, but wooyoung helped you explore and see that there was more out than the reassuring walls that surrounded you.

you’ve heard it said before that you two were like opposite sides of the same coin, although you've never stopped to consider it fully. but thinking about it now, especially with recent events, the more you realize how accurate that statement truly is.

and you weren't ready for when things began to change. the realization that wooyoung wasn't the same sunshine to your moon as he had been before left you feeling lost and empty. the familiar warmth you felt around him had turned cold and distant. it was as if he was turning into a stranger, someone you didn't know. but you couldn't bear to admit the fact that you were slipping away from each other.

“come on, you lil hermit.” wooyoung leaned down, whispering in your ear while gently grabbing the blanket you were clutching. his breath sends a shiver down your spine, tingling as it graces your skin. you groan, “wooyoung..” trying to seize back the comforters that are already on the floor. you felt like a petulant child being forced to face the day, being coaxed along by wooyoung’s subtle charms and gentle yet firm demeanor that now felt like a fever dream, as if they never existed now and you were stuck on the past, stuck on the days where he felt like warmth rather than the aching cold that felt like prickling needles at times

wooyoung had his hands on his hips, his usual cheeky grin on display as he approached you further. "come on!" he shifted over to pat your hip two times, adding, "i saw this new cafe, and i wanna check it out with you." you couldn't help but smile a little at the excitement in his voice, and the playful tone he had taken on despite not really wanting to leave the comforts of your bed

"can’t it wait?” you frowned, barely managing to keep your eyes open as you rubbed them gently.

“nope!” he beamed excitedly, bustling around your closet as he began to rummage through the various clothing options at his disposal. you’d never admit it, but there was always a sense of excitement whenever he did this—especially when he took the time to find the perfect outfit to match his own. "skirt today or shorts?" he asked, and you sat up, rubbing your eyes and struggling to pat down your hair.

“uhh.. shorts..” you replied and he nodded, his back still facing you while he pulled out a white shirt that matched his own, and blue jean shorts. it was pretty casual, really simple but it made you laugh a little at how it matched a lot. he wore similar, except he had his jeans were black and his faux leather jacket draping over his shirt. “hmm, wear gold.” he mentioned, and you nodded, getting up to rummage through your jewelry

things like this were your normal, it had been for years, you weren’t ready for it to end,

you never thought it would.

"hey woo, do you wanna check out this arcade that opened recently?” you asked him one night, noticing how his focus was more on whatever it was on his phone than the one-sided conversation. he was busy texting, or maybe browsing something online, you didn't really know. but the silence growing between the two of you felt more uncomfortable with each passing moment.

he replied in an incoherent mumble at first, making you sigh and take his phone out of his hand. "hey!" he huffed, finally lifting his head to look up at you. that’s when you noticed his dark circles under his eyes, "what’s your deal?" he asked, his voice thick with exhaustion.

you blinked a few times in disbelief, wondering who you were even looking at right now. this was definitely not the wooyoung you knew. this was not your best friend. this was someone else entirely. "my deal?" you parroted back, your brows scrunched. "can’t i just want to spend time with my best friend?"

his face quickly hardened, like a wave of ice crashing against you. "you’re really going to ask me that?" he snapped, his tone sharp, cold, and harsh. it was undeniable now; this was not your wooyoung, the person you knew for so long. as he spoke, his eyes bore into you, like daggers piercing your skin. you felt like you were drowning in his gaze, unable to breathe or speak in response

wooyoung didn't wait for one either, getting up and leaving the room, but not before taking his phone back from out of your hand after seeing your frozen up state and using such to his advantage. ignoring you altogether, “maybe san wants to go," he added and exited the room without looking back at you. you were left speechless, utterly baffled by his strange and cold behavior. as the door to the room closed behind him, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of frustration and confusion wash over you.

what the hell happened to your best friend?

wooyoung didn't want to admit it, but he was having a hard time keeping everything under control. he’d gone into that bar and woken up with bloody knuckles and a busted lip, and he had no idea how it had happened. he told himself that he was in control, but he was starting to lose grip on things.

he snapped at you because he felt like you were pushing him too hard, even if it wasn't entirely your fault. he tried to tell himself that it wasn't his fault, either. but deep down, he knew that he should be

deep down, he knew that he should be accountable for his actions, even if he didn't want to admit it. but it was easier for him to put the blame on you, than it was for him to take responsibility for his own behavior. and so that's what he did, even if he knew it wasn't fair, he blamed you.

as he tried to ignore his own guilt, he felt more and more conflicted. he wanted to follow you out the door, to get on his knees for forgiveness.

wooyoung laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling that was decorated with tapestry you had gotten for him. he let out a long exhale, his thoughts filled with conflicting desires. no matter how much he tries to avoid thinking about it, you would just continue to find your way back into his head.

he didn't understand why he would want to escape the one person he had ever truly loved. slowly, he shifted over to his side where he saw the endless little letters and polaroid pictures resting mockingly on his nightstand.

he doesn’t understand why he would want to escape you, you’re all he’s ever known.

wooyoung was leaning back against the wall, a lit cigarette teetering on the edge of his lip and smoke curling around his face. you had often wondered when he picked up the habit after being disgusted with it for years, but it had started to become apparent that he had no intention of stopping.

"do you ever think there’s more to life than whatever this is?" he asked as he looked at you through the plumes of the cigarette's smoke.

you were sitting criss-cross by his feet, your nose scrunched up as you tried to get away from the plumes of smoke floating around him. your gaze was locked on the sky that had a few puffy clouds, the sun peeking through just a bit. "what do you mean?" you asked back, head tilted slightly and using one hand to block the sunlight as you watched him chew on his bottom lip that was scabby from a previous injury.

even though wooyoung seemed to be getting injuries often lately, the scars on his body were starting to build up faster than you expected. you wanted to ask, but every time you tried, it was just like dialing a number that never got a response.

"like.. do you ever get tired of the same thing?" he asked again after the mini hiatus of silence, exhaling the smoke from both his mouth and nose. "forget it, i’m speaking bullshit." he muttered, huffing and crushing the cigarette with his shoe.

“it’s never bullshit to me.” you said, looking up at him before getting up and off the floor. “you know i’l listen."

“that’s the problem.” he said, and your entire spine chilled at his words. he walked away before you could ask him to explain further.

maybe wooyoung didn’t think you'd hear that, considering how he was walking away to his car, his car keys in hand, without even turning to see if you were still behind him.

thats the problem

you didn't know where down the line of your guys' friendship that you stopped being his solution, his antidote. when did you become the one that poisoned him instead? it felt like such a sudden shift, this change in your dynamic. all you could do was wonder, why did it happen, and how did it happen so quickly without you even realizing it?

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solarrclxud · 2 months

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HAPPY VALENTINES

pairing : multi x reader (wriothesley , neuvillette , childe , ,xiao )

genre: fluff

warnings : not proofread , the use of " my love"

a/n: well guess who just got revived from the dead ! (its me hello) ALSO ill be getting to my inbox soon! thank you for the requests while i was gone !

Wriothesley watched you dust a shelf that held his extravagant and excessive tea collection . You were muttering something about how he really needed to clean more often when he shifted his head off of his palm to grin . You squinted at him . " You're being suspicious" you prodded him. He shook his head and looked down to the work he was supposed to be doing as you resumed dusting , moving to the shelf below , only to see a tiny box behind the usual boxes of tea. With a slight frown you attempted to move it to the front . As you put it down , something rattled within and u heard wriothesley get up from his chair . " Finally, i thought you'd never find it" he laughed. You stared at him confused . He smiled and made his way over to you , opening the box in your hands to reveal a keychain . One you'd seen in the market a few days ago but hadn't bought.

" Happy valentines my love "

Xiao was deliberate with his gifts. They were frequent and personal. Thanks to him, you had an entire box tucked away in your cupboard , full to the brim with charms to ward off evil, flowers he had picked up and chunks of ore he had carved while u slept. Today when you awoke to a piece of jade used as a paperweight for a small note on your side table, it was not a new occurrence. The note was written in beautiful flourish and u smiled as you read it. A simple good morning and a wish for a good day. You didn't think much of it through the day as you went about the Harbor , couples exchanging simple affection was a usual for you to see at the cafe u ran but today it seemed more frequent. In the evening you walked back to the Inn , to find Xiao pacing on the balcony, slightly red faced. When you called to him , he jumped like a startled animal before he smiled a little, holding out what seemed to be a hair piece fashioned from the same kind of jade he had given to u in the morning.

"i have heard that mortals have this celebration of love. i thought it fit hat we must take part as we are...in love."

Childe was out on a business trip. His absence felt strangely heavy that day due to the presence of couples around liyue harbour. You had longed to see him for a week now but all you had was a letter from a few days after he had left , dating his return to the next month. It was one of his longer trips no doubt . As you got home that evening, you unlocked your home and was met with the sound of someone already there. You frowned , grabbing a knife from the kitchen as you etched towards the sound of...singing? Now that you thought about it the voice was familiar. You entered your bedroom to childe leaning over a bouquet of flowers strategically placed on the bed humming a tune in obvious excitement. You began to laugh, causing him to turn around to see you and inevitably join in.

"the job finished faster than planned, thanks to my expertise so i thought id suprise you ! happy valentines!"

Neuvillette was a doting lover, and contrary to his professional persona, at home he was nothing but a tired man. That morning you woke up to him for the first time in what felt like ages. You checked the clock, 10am, he was late. You uttered his name softly in an attempt to wake him up. He just hummed and nuzzled further into you, it was obvious he was awake by the soft smile on him face. " Neuvi you're late" . He shook his head and pulled you closer. His voice muffled as he said,

"I took a day off...i have a reservation at a restaurant but can we go back to bed for now my love?"

slaying with the comeback (school is murdering me)

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palmtreesx3 · 6 months

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Watching your friend, Steve Harrington, go on Kamakazi Mission dates over and over again was getting kind of old. You're always there to listen, comfort and pick up the pieces but what if this time it's just too much? What if this time you've had enough and something that feels a little bit like jealousy rears its ugly head?

(3k) Warnings: 18+ Smut okay? Failed dating, angsty friendship, jealousy, unfaithful/cheating adjacent, physical altercation, female fingering, public hookup

Just a wee one-shot after someone (🧱) had to come in my inbox and talk about being jealous and defensive about Stevie instead of the other way around.

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Steve's an honest to god, good fucking guy, so it should be no surprise to you when you find out he gave Heather a ride home after her car broke down outside of Family Video. He doesn't even do it for the praise - not anymore at least - which makes it all the more infuriating.

Watching her jump out of his car. You roll your eyes at how she maneuvers just the right way so that her hair literally bounces when she giggles. The way she has her arms crossed in front of her, hands clasped - innocent enough - but you clock how she bats her eyes a little more than necessary and how her arms dig into her sides, pressing her tits up just a little more out of her dress than before.

It's enough to gag.

He sees you staring, eyes locked on her all the way from his driveway. Gives you a wave from across the street and you wave back. Can you wave sarcastically? If it's possible, you just did it. Giving him a thumbs up, he narrows his eyes at you before turning to go inside his house.

Later at the house party you find yourself at that night, you're 3 beers in when you stumble into the kitchen. She's there hanging all over him. Trying hard to get him to cash in on a thank you for that favor earlier. Steve's not leaning into her, but he's not pulling away either. He's holding back, but the look on his face is hopeful and the smile on his lips is actually goddamn genuine.

You know he's been on endless dates lately, trying to find one girl that'll be enough, stick around for at least a few dates, be interested in more than just a fuck. He recounts every one of them for you and Robin in excruciating detail. And then lingers and festers in the details of how it went wrong for twice as long. Self deprecating commentary that is nowhere near the truth and you can't bear to hear one more time will bring up the rear.

So Heather fawning all over him tonight because he carted her off in his chariot in her moment of need sounded just about right. As did the slug trail of his broken, bleeding, lovelorn heart that was bound to show up after she stopped calling, was always busy, or just flat out told him she was done with him. Whichever it was gonna be this time, you already saw the writing on the wall.

You're quick to move to the counter, right next to where they stand, and slam down a shot glass, filling it to the brim with whatever amber liquid you reached for first. When Steve reaches out to make sure you're okay.. suggest you slow down even, he touches your hand to stop you and you're taken aback by the shudder that runs up your body at his touch. You look at him, and then over to her and all you snap out is some comment about how you're just pre-medicating. When this blows up in your face I want to be ready. You gesture between the pair.

You're not sure why you're being so mean today. Sure you're sick of the same old song and dance with him, but today you're angry about it and that's…new. She doesn't even notice your little outburst, fingers aimlessly toying with the tufts of hair brushing his neck while she stares off into the distance of the party. Steve, however, notices and is left to wonder why you're being such a bitch about it tonight. Wonders if your problem was with him… or Heather.

Another hour later you're leaning against the brick of the house out back, hot cigarette held between your fingers, smoke billowing in the air around you. The sickly sweet sounds of a giggle coming from between the hydrangeas caught your ear. A giggle straight from the mouth of that blonde haired bimbo you could pinpoint from a mile away. It sucker punched you in the gut knowing how this was going to all go, and the disgusting slurping sounds of her tongue down Steve Harrington's throat just a few feet away made your eyes roll.

Here we go.

Making sure you loudly push through the opening in the bushes, full with browning gloves of delicate petals, you scoff at the sight of the back of Heather's head, lips now tucked into the crook of his neck.

Jason's neck.

Not Steve's.

There's absolutely no reason for you to do what you do next. Not one that makes logical sense, really. Because you open your mouth and can not help but tell Heather where to stick it. You call her a few names, some of them not very pretty, before turning on your heel and swinging the sliding door open to go back inside.

Your mild annoyance with Heather's antics is suddenly festering into a blind, boiling rage, which made the fact that she decided to follow you a really, really bad one.

What is your problem? She asks me.

And at first you don't know what it is. Sure she's acting like a sloppy girl throwing herself on Steve…or apparently anyone who might just fuck her even more stupid than she already is. But she's not the first girl you know to act like that. Not the first or the last Hawkins Hot Shot who thinks they're too pretty for this hometown.

But then the words spew out and it's pretty clear why there's a fire lit inside you. Each step closer you get to Heather you're giving her hell.

My problem? What's yours? I'm so damn sick and tired of girls like you acting like this.

Girls like me? What does that mean, huh?

Yeah, like what? You wonder to yourself.

Like Steve is some fucking goddamn pet that you can lead around on a leash. Pet when you want something. Tie up when you don't.

Oh.

You're just another one of these stupid fucking girls. It's disgusting how you treat him. Disgusting, you know that?

You continue on with a drunken dissertation about how Steve Harrington deserves more than these stupid vapid girls and how not one of them deserved him.

There's a small crowd growing, drawn to your loud voice and colorful language. And she's clearly tired of the show. Never really caring all that much about Steve, more about the hookup, now that she's got Jason in her grip Steve is an afterthought.

Until he's standing right in front of her.

Heather. He says. Big brown doe eyes looking sad and disappointed… again. Makes your gut fucking churn.

Pushing your way through the crowded living room you're out the front door before you know it, not wanting to stick around to hear whatever she had to say to him. You didn’t want to watch his face fall and realize it’s over before it even started

Leaning against the first car you see, you tisk your tongue as you realize that the one you landed on was his. Has to be, doesn't it?

There's an odd silence there.The thick sounds of the music muffled by the walls of the house are there, but you pay them no mind. There’s squeals and drunk laughter and chanting, but they all feel so distant. It’s a silence that doesn’t actually exist. One you created. But then, what does crack through your bubble - the thing that breaks the silence…

What you said… did you mean that?

You don't even look up. You nod your head. You explain that you're sick of it. Sick of hearing about all of these girls walking all over the nicest guy you know. Sick of the games they play. Sick. You didn’t look up from your shoes once.

It's fine. Really. I deserve it. I used to be no better than them.

Shut the fuck up, already! Don't you say that.

Maybe. Maybe that's true. You demand that he stop beating himself up. Punishing himself for something - someone - who's been dead and long gone for years. You tell him how you can't stand these girls making a mockery of him when he's genuinely trying. Tell him how you're gonna fuck up the next one that thinks it's all a game.

Shit. Well .. thats …

What? Confusion clouds your brain. Not sure what he's trying to say.

Steve. I just don't want anything to hurt you. Not a demodog… or a stupid girl. It's always the same and I'm sick of seeing you think you deserve it. Like, sometimes I think you fuckin do this on purpose to yourself.

What do I deserve then, huh? What am I supposed to do? Because I don’t fuckin' know.

Steve…just stop it. You scoff.

Gravel is kicked up behind you and the footsteps you hear are drawing closer to you, a smarmy and whiney voice comes out to greet you Well well well, thanks for that show in there.

Jason, I swear to God, you need to keep it moving. Fists curling at your sides without a thought.

Didn’t know you got this little thing to fight your battles for you now, Harrington. Real cute. Total fall from grace, huh?

You’re on him quicker than he knows what to do. The last thing he expected was for you to wind up and clock him dead in the face. Jason falls backwards a few steps stumbling as he grabs at his face, covering the tender spot where you knocked him, the left side of his nose and just below the eye. He's not bleeding, per say. But you take note of the deep purple stain already pooling in the dip of his eye socket, so you know that mother fucker is gonna feel it for weeks.

He doesn't need me to fight his battles, Jason. You say his name dripping with sarcasm.

Then why'd ya punch me, you bitch? Sure looks like it.

You hear him step forward. You just know the tense look in Steve's face and the way his jaw is set and clenched without even turning around. You know the blind rage he gets when he feels like he needs to defend one of his friends - someone he cares about. You're certain the muscles in his lips are ticking and twitching with anger. And you don't have time for his theatrics tonight. You've had enough of it already, so you reach your hand out and backwards, stopping him by his chest so he stops his advance.

Instead you step forward. Not scared in the least of Jason fuckin' Carver and his buttercup yellow polo shirt. You smirk as you see a drop of crimson blood has fallen from the tip of his nose and onto its front, just knowing how he's going to have to ask his Mommy to get the stain out for him.

I punched you because you're annoying me. Your face is stupid, you talk too much and you don't know when to mind your own goddamn business. Where's Heather anyway? You two are perfect for one another.

You turn on your heels and walk to the other side of Steve's car, leaning against the side and not looking back at Jason and his idiot stuck up friends as they stumble down the neighborhood road away from the party.

Steve comes around the back of the car, looking at you. He hasn't said a word, so that's been great. Probably thinks you're certified insane tonight with the way things are going.

Steve, I'm good. Jason is clearly not an issue anymore. You should go find Heather -

But you're cut off before you can finish, because in a few long strides he's in front of you, grabbing at your shoulders to bring your eyes up to his. Telling you how it's hot when you defend his honor. 6. Talking about how hot it was when you were looking at him all jealous of another girl's attention and affection. About how he never noticed it before but now it makes so much sense.

I don't do that. I didn't -

Now it's his turn to scoff.

You ask him what's so funny? And he literally doesn't answer you, just laughs some more with a shake of his head. Eyes roaming around your surroundings. He hasn't moved away from where he's standing in front of you. Somehow HE looks annoyed with YOU now and you're ready to pick a fight about it.

Instead, all of the air is stolen from your lungs when Steve Harrington leans down and crashes his lips onto yours.

What was that for? You shove him back a little, but his feet are planted and he doesn't budge.

The smile turning up the corner of his lips is irritating. Irritating because you don't know why he's smiling, but doubly so because it is really fucking cute. Oh nothing, just wanted to show my girl how much I appreciate her.

Your girl? Steve, you are sorely mistaken. Did you hit your head? Heather is -.

Honey. Stop. Let's not do this.

He argues with you. Tells you how it all makes so much sense. About how none of the girls are you, so of course they didn't work. About how of course you're frustrated and feel protective. About how those dagger eyes you were wielding all night were, in fact, jealousy. Because you both feel the same way and neither was smart enough to notice.

I'm done with Heather, honey. I'm done with all the Heathers. He waves his hand at the house party, still booming with noise and energy, but only focused on you.

The feverous press of his lips back on yours happens before you can even process what he's said. Pressed against the side of his car, his hands quickly slide up your side, finding a warm and comfortable home under the hem of your sweater. Cold fingertips dancing up your sides, thumbs squeezing where it's soft and dips into your tummy, knee sliding between your legs all in one smooth motion.

He pulls his lips away to look at you, both of you panting deep breaths, chests rising and falling and eyes darting around one another's faces, trying to process what's unfolding for you both right now.

Sorry.

He huffs out an apology. Says he shouldn't have. Says he wasn't thinking. Says he's never thinking straight. Goes to pull away.

You grab his wrist as he tries to retreat.

They're all fuckin' stupid. Steve, they're all stupid. I've been telling you every time. Every single goddamn time.

He looks back at you, still unsure. Eyes a little sad - wavering. Guard down further than you've seen it in years.

And if any one of them got their head out of their asses, they'd have been so fuckin' lucky.

He goes to speak before you stop him - Don't. Don't say it. Don't do that bullshit again. Just …

Back against the side of the BMW he's pressed into you tightly. Hands wrapped around your hips, fingertips digging into the denim covering your ass as he squeezes. It really was like… the hottest fuckin' thing to watch you punch Jason Carver… for me. He brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles where they're sure to be sore tomorrow.

Can I say thank you?

He asks you with pleading eyes. You ask him Didn't you just say it? He shakes his head. Tells you that's not how he wants to say it. Tells you that's not what he means. That he wants to show you instead.

And once you nod your head at him, theres no time for anything. No time for thinking, moving, rational decision making. Because you're just there, in between Steve's car and some janky van parked next to it, as he's tugging at your button, crooking his fingers in your belt loops, making it just so he can slide his hand inside your underwear and maneuver his fingers to your core.

He's so fuckin' gentle it makes your head spin. Featherlight touches around you, gently playing with the folds and petals of your lips, a slippery waltz on and around your clit, dancing with his fingertip. Eyelashes fluttering with your head tilted back and resting on his car door, unable to formulate words or phrases or noises - rendered utterly frozen and useless..

What stupid fucking assholes. Those girls took a pass on this? On this boy who just wants someone to be with. On all this care, and attention and - oh my God.

You're pulled from your blissful thoughts by a deep pressure, a fullness you didn't expect from Steve's long and thick fingers entering you briskly. Mouth open and gasping at the twist and turns of them until he finds a spot that makes you twitch, a spot he likes. A juxtaposition to those gentle caresses, he's driving his fingers deep into your pussy now, reaching and rubbing.

Still soft and careful but deep and forefull. He's not driving his fingers into you like the last guy who used his hand like a jackhammer. No, Steve is caressing your pussy and following through with a deep roll of his fingers on the upswing. Pushing back, pushing upwards, making your hips buck up towards him uncontrollably. You cry out when he scissors his fingers just a bit and then follows up with the quick addition of a third finger.

As abruptly as he's inside, he's back out again, rubbing and circling over you with his four, flat fingers, satisfying pressure on your clit making you forget about how you missed them being inside you for just a moment.

Shit, Steve…I- someone's gonna see.

Let them. Fuck… let them. I hope they do. Then they'll know.

Slipping those fingers right back inside, slick and squelching, toying with you, making you suck all of the air out of the world around you, he brings himself right next to your ear, pressed up against you. Cheek to cheek. You feel the muscles on his forearm tensing and flexing as he pumps into you ruthlessly. White hot pleasure swirling deep in your stomach, staccato breaths brushing past his ear, eyes squeezed shut your orgasm ripples through your body - tummy to toes, tingling running up your spine and back down again as you exhale from a breath you didn't know you were holding.

He hasn't pulled away yet. Hadn't looked at you. Fingers still inside, palm pressed up against the car just beside your face as he whispers They'll know I'm done with them now. Cause I've always had you.

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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months

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Hello! Merry Chirtmas ! İ just love your blog and can't stop thinking about it ! So, how would tadc react to a female kid reader ? That little girl is cheerful elegant little lady and wear nice Pink dress with bows! She comforted Gangle by saying "don't be sad ! İ love you !" And put some sticker on her mask ! Oh and saying i love you to them before leaving. When Jax is doing something bad she says "Don't be mean! you silly rabbit!"

Caine, Gangle, Zooble, Pomni w/ sweet!kid!reader (platonic)

doing these characters since the wheel chose it (ominously) not sure how much i'll write today but i got a little more in the inbox compared to these past few days so i plan on working that down

CAINE:

basically treats you like his own kid but hes never been a dad before so hes still learning; torn between him being over protective of you or thinking you're indestructible (which... technically you are as long as youre in the digital world). i think he finds your sweetness adorable, though if theres someone in the circus being mean to you (surprisingly i dont think jax would be too mean. a little bit of a butt? yeah but its not much different than an older brother picking on their younger sibling) i think he would pipe up and not shut up until you get an apology. starts watching IHAs more now that you're here, both to see how youre doing but also to make sure its not too crazy for you.. cant help but let the big scary monster/trial pass when you run up to it being nice. literally just snaps the thing out of existence/away/wherever. loves seeing the look of triumph on your face afterwards

POMNI:

nice towards you and probably over time keeps a closer eye on you but in the beginning i think its more like. you following her like a duckling since shes busy trying to find an exit. honestly i think pomni would have a hard time when it sinks in that theres a little kid here in the circus. how did you get here? when did you get here? i think thats what would prompt her in trying to connect with you, thus you gain another guardian figure! sticking true my idea of pomni being uneasy around kids because they can be gross and have no filter and be unpredictable i think at first she would be a little... tense around you, but overtime becomes more comfortable when she realizes youre not like that. definitely going to take a while, though.. shrugs

GANGLE:

definitely finds you sweet, lets you hang around in her room and mess with her art supplies. probably cries harder when you try to make her feel better after jax does something, usually something that leaves her with a broken comedy mask. i dont think she would let you confront jax about it, though... she appreciates the sentiment but shes not about to make it look like she sent a little kid to defend her, thats only going to give jax even more ammo even if you stood up for her on your own. sometimes lets you put stickers on her mask or glitter... ponders.. i think she reads stories to you too, every night

ZOOBLE:

i think ive already said this before but zooble gives off such older sibling energy, and i cant really explain it other than its just the personality and looks... but i guess that doesnt explain much. shrugs. sweet younger sibling, cool but indifferent older sibling. or at least you think theyre cool. and you tell them every chance you guy. i think they would just give a weird "thaaanks.." the first few times before fully leaning into the older sibling role. dont get me wrong like before they wouldnt just leave you wandering around alone during an IHA, hell i dont think they would there wasnt one going on.. but they wouldnt go out of their way to hang out with you.. but eventually they just kind of keep a closer eye on you. check in on you. ask what youre up to. theyre not attached to you by the hip but theyre definitely present in your life as a role model. tries to make you be less nice, gives you the talk that not everyone is nice and sometimes some people fake being nice in order to get what they want. but in kid terms, obviously... well not little kid terms i still think zooble would be blunt but they wouldnt be harsh

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #caine x you #pomni x reader #pomni x you #gangle x reader #gangle x you #zooble x reader #zooble x you

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cerridwen007 · 7 months

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Wrong to want you like I do. Part 1.

Pairing: (No Breakout AU) dbf!Joel Miller and f!reader.

Word count: 1.7k (18+) MINORS DNI!

Summary: You're back in your hometown for the year to earn some cash while you work out what you wanna do with your life. The only problem is its spring; rainy season. And you don’t own a car nor do you know how to drive, so when you get caught in a big storm, you finally end up relying on your dad’s best friend to come and help.

Notes/Warnings: Smut/Fluff, swearing, Joel being a softie sweetheart for reader, oral(m receiving), mention of f masturbation, age gap (reader early 20’s/Joel 56), shy/awkward reader, no y/n.

A/N: Hoping on the dad’s best friend Joel train cause I have been eating those fics up lately, and they are so fricken good. Is this inspired by myself and the fact that I had to walk in the pouring rain to work on the other side of town and just spent the whole time daydreaming that I could have Joel come and pick me up? Maybe? So yes it’s a little self-indulgent cause I just am such a passenger princess, but I would be hella willing to learn to drive if Joel taught me hehe. I plan on making this a slow burn fic series, so let me know if y'all would want more. As always, thank you for any interactions with any of my posts. It's all very much appreciated. I'm also on A03 if you prefer reading on that platform. And my inbox is always open if you wanna chat! Enjoy bebes.

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“Fuck.”

It was that time of year again where basically every week there was rain and lots of it. Normally you wouldn’t mind the rain, especially if you got to stay at home all day, with a nice cup of tea, reading or watching a movie and letting it lull you to sleep when night fell. But today, where you actually had to go out and walk to work without a car, it made your life a bit difficult.

Your parents had been kind enough to drive you to and from work a lot of the time, to which you generously compensated them for. But on days like this where they were both busy with work, and you didn't really have anyone else to ask for a ride from in your small town, you stubbornly decided to just walk in the pouring rain.

Usually you didn't mind, in fact you kind of enjoyed walking the long distance to work on the other side of town but times like these where the weather was shit, it was a dreadful experience. After you finished getting ready for work, you finally walked out the door and locked up the house.

You sighed as you began to walk down you drive way and down your street, as not only was it raining heavily it was also windy as fuck, so the old umbrella you brought with you to try and protect yourself from the rain was threatening to bust with every swoop of wind that it got caught in. At least you had some music to entertain you, you thought as an old love song played through your earphones. You half-heartedly laughed at yourself, so you didn’t cry with how fucken soaked you were going to be when you got to work, therefore uncomfortable your entire shift.

As you turned onto a busier road, you scowled a little at the drivers going past you in your cars, and as if your sour face triggered one of them, a truck going past suddenly pulled over next to you. Swallowing harshly, unsure of how this interaction was going to go, you warily walked past the truck.

“Need a ride sweetheart?” A deep southern voice calls out.

You turn to get a better look at the source of the voice that called to you, and your shoulders immediately ease up. It was Joel, your dad’s best friend. A grumpy yet giving man who had known you since you were a young kid. And had also secretly been the star in your wet dreams and fantasies since you were old enough to think about those things. Your stomach fluttered with butterflies as he gave you a soft smile and leaned over to open his passenger door. You quickly got in and gave a big sigh of relief to be out of the cold and the rain. He chuckled softly and waited for you to put your seatbelt on.

“Couldn’t catch a ride with Mom or Dad today, honey?” Joel asks, his big brown eyes melting from the inside out.

“Nah, they were both working, so they couldn't run me to work.”

Joel nods and starts up his truck again before driving off in the direction of your work. A comfortable silence falls over the two of you.

“D'ya wanna put your music on sweet girl?” Joel asks after a few minutes.

You blush and look down shyly at your lap from the nickname. Butterflies continue to brew in your stomach.

“Uh you probably won’t like the music I was listening to.” You awkwardly laugh.

“You don’t know that and besides even if it is horrible, I won’t mind one bit cause it’s what ya like.” Joel says, offering you a kind smile.

Your cheeks start to burn, you try and fight off the curve of the smile that threatens to upturn your lips but lose. You eventually pull out your phone and plug it into Joel's soundsystem and play the last song you were listening to.

Both of your eyebrows match each other from curiosity, as a slow melody begins to fill the cabin of the truck.

“When Sunny gets blue, her eyes get grey and cloudy and then the rain begins to fall.”

You look over to Joel's profile, his warm eyes transfixed on the road before him, his lips slightly smirking, a stark contrast to the rest of his overwise, hard exterior. A beat goes by, and you remember that you're starting and should look away.

“Then the rain begins to fall, pitter patter, pitter patter.”

“Didn't pin you for an old school music kinda gal, no offense, darling.”

You softly laugh. “Yeah well I like all kinds of music to be honest, but I just thought I would try and romatisic walking in the pouring rain to work and make it less miserable.”

Joel hums at your answer, seemingly not hating the music and maybe even enjoying the slow tunes. A new song starts playing as you near your work.

“Just a song before I go, to whom it may concern.”

“Mhhmmm good song. Love me some Crosby, Stills, and Nash.”

You smile to yourself thinking how when you first heard this song it reminded you of Joel. Your smile falters when you arrive at work and realise you have to leave Joel.

“Well thank you so much for the ride. Honestly such a life saver.”

“Anytime doll. Have a good shift.”

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That whole shift, your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Joel, and you kept having to catch yourself, smiling wide to yourself like a dork. Quickly biting your tongue so you wouldn't get weird looks from the grin plastered on your face. Then your mind traveled to other places as you imagined yourself ‘thanking’ Joel for the ride.

“Thank you for the ride, Joel. However can I thank you?”

“Aw you don't need to thank me sugar, just seeing your pretty face is thanks enough.”

Your hands reach over and lightly grip the middle of his thigh, rubbing back and forth. Your eyes glossing over with lust as you glance at him.

“Are you sure? I could help you with something in return.”

You watch him closely, grinning as his Adam's apple bobs, swallowing thickly. You peer down at his jeans and see his evident excitement growing in his jeans, you bite your lip as you boldly cup him through his denim’s. He begins panting, a growl forming in the back of his throat, both a warning and dare to keep going.

You move so you are more parallel, facing Joel and begin to slowly unzip his jeans. You shuck his jeans halfway down his thighs. Your mouth subconsciously waters, looking at his hefty size straining through his black boxers. You finally reach out and grab him through his boxers. Joel's head falls back against his head rest, a hiss passing through his teeth.

You smile as you take his weeping cock out from its restraints. His girthy size, uncovered elicits a small gasp from you, to which he grins crookedly at. Before you let intimidation get the best of you, you reach out and start stroking his cock, your fingers barely touching where they meet around his width, before your thumb comes to swipe along his slit, shiny with pre-come.

“Don’t tease baby.” he softly growls before repeating it in a softer tone. “ Please don’t tease me baby.”

You look up at him with your doe eyes and mock a frown. Which immediately upturns when your hand quickly fastens it’s strokes, granting a soft moan from Joel's lips. He screws his eyes closed, tightly, relishing in the feel of your soft hands gripping him tightly, milking his pleasure.

The sounds of his growls turned whimpers as you bring him closer to his high spur you on with pure determination. You lower your body till your tongue makes contact with his tip, licking around the salty dark red head. Joel’s body jolts slightly, the muscles in his thighs tensing for a moment. You smile to yourself from how sensitive Joel is as you slip his tip past your lips.

“Fuck…” He quietly whispers.

His chest rises up and down rapidly, and he wills himself to open his eyes so he can see the beauty before him. He swears he nearly comes as he makes eye contact with you, your pretty eyes boring into his own, as you take him deeper into your mouth. His big hand comes up to cup the back of your head, resting gently on your scalp. You moan around him at the sweet, comforting gesture.

You can tell he is holding back the urge to buck his hips and fuck your face, the thought which makes your panties continue to grow wetter. But for now you're glad he is letting you take control, letting you thank him. You grip his length a big tighter and stroke what can’t fit into your mouth faster, letting your head lower till his tip touches the back of your throat. You try to fight back the tears that threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes.

He mutters curse words softly to himself, trying to fight off his nearing orgasm, wanting to feel you hot, wet, perfect mouth around him long as possible, a feeling he could easily get used to, get addicted to. His thumb comes to brush away a stray tear that falls down your blushed cheeks.

“Fuck…Fuck look so pretty like this darling…taking my fat cock down your throat.”

You can tell he is teetering on the edge as usually quiet Joel is replaced by the Joel who speaks filthy words endlessly into the air.

“Fuck your such a good girl, sucking my cock so damn good for me.”

“You're too good at that sweetheart, sucking the goddamn soul out of me.”

You moan around his cock at his praise, your other hand reaches down to play with his balls.

The combined stimulation is enough to send him over the edge. Joel pants, whines and moans as you work him through his high, eventually pulling away when he hisses from oversensitivity.

Your daydreams are caught short when your boss calls out to you, telling you to go down to storage and get something. You literally shake your head trying to get rid of the dirty fantasies that stain your mind. God forbid anyone could read your mind.

You try and stop thinking about Joel the rest of the shift to which you surprisingly succeed. You do end up with your hand down your pyjama shorts later that night, softly mewing out Joel's name into the quiet late night. Oh how you couldn't wait for another rainy day.

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#pedro pascal characters #smut #joel miller #joel tlou #tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #joel miller smut #tlou hbo #the last of us #tlou smut #the last of us hbo #joel x reader #joel the last of us

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rosehiroto · 3 months

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Hi! So I was thinking about ren like finding out his s/o was learning piano just so the s/o could play along with him when he does 😭

Its just so cute pls

Hello anon! Thank you for requesting such a cute idea! I'm so sorry for taking so long to write this, I was very busy for a while, but now I'm trying my best to finish everything in my inbox.

I hope you enjoy it ♡

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Ren based on his character online and not of the person behind his vtuber avatar, thank you!

Fandom: nijisanji iluna, Ren zotto.

Pairing: Ren zotto x Reader.

Category: fluff, Ren sulking.

Together.

Ren huffed gently resting his cheek on his fist, staring at the screen of his laptop silently at the message history between him and his s/o.

It was the fifth time his s/o canceled on their hanging out date in a month, they would agree to go out together, but then they would cancel at last minute saying they were busy and apologizing.

At first Ren didn't mind it he was also busy a lot of the time, but he always tried to make time for his partner, and when he finally cleared his schedule, it was his s/o's turn to be busy.

He wasn't mad at his partner, just frustrated, it had been too long since he was saw them and hung out with them, just simply laugh about dumb things together, lean against their shoulder while watching a silly movie that gets forgotten when they fall asleep against each other.

He just missed them in general but gave them space without complaining, that's what his

s/o always did when he was busy after all, and that what gave him patience.

"Just give them space man, you get busy sometimes too y'know?" Kyo hummed out over discord call, trying to comfort a sulking Ren, it's been a week than the last failed date attempt, Ren has been calling his s/o and chatting regularly, but the fact that they couldn't meet made him sulk.

"I know I just miss them" Ren huffed gently, lips forming into a pout as he rested his head against his desk.

"I'm sure they feel the same way when you're busy too, and they were always supportive of you so do the same for them!" Aster chimed in, with an encouraging tone, Ren releasing a deep sigh at his words.

"Damn, if they were busy half the time I was I would die, I can't understand how they can bare it" the male whined, shoulder slouching as he played with a strand of his hair.

The sudden ringing of his phone snapped Ren out of his sulking, the name of the caller making him almost drop the phone as he quickly muted his discord call after mumbling a quick 'brb' to his friends and answering.

"Hello?" Came out the voice of Ren's s/o from the phone, Ren feeling his lips tilt upwards at their voice.

"Hey babe! how are you?" Ren hummed out, twirling a strand of his hair around his finger, feeling like a highschool girl when his s/o chuckled softly at his excited tone.

"I'm doing good, hope you're doing well too, are you free today?" They asked in a slightly skeptical voice, Ren can already imagine their eyebrows furrowing slightly and their head tilting slightly as they fidgeted with anything that was in arm's reach.

"Yeah? Why do you ask, you have something exciting planned for today?" Ren asked, hearing a faint 'yes!' from the other side of the call, before they cleared their throat, Ren grinning widely as he chuckled softly.

"Well I was thinking, maybe you can come over and I can show you what I've been busy with for the last couple of weeks" they mumbled softly, scared of Ren rejecting the idea, quickly continuing to talk.

"I know I've been super busy, and it was rude of me to not try emptying my schedule for our dates but I just wanted to surprise you, and to do that I had to finish stuff quickly, I'm sorry, I really want to see you, so can you please come over?" They stopped rambling and took a deep breath, waiting for Ren's answer.

"Of course I'm coming over! Give me like half an hour and I'll be there" Ren answered quickly his heart beating quickly in his chest, s/o humming happily, after the quick exchange of goodbyes he closed the call.

Ren unmuted his mic and took a huge breath, Kyo who was laughing at something aster said paused to hear with the horned boy had to say.

"So?" Kyo asked waiting for Ren to say anything, the male in question trying to not squeal as he took in huge breaths.

"Ohhh, I think I know who called!" Aster said excitedly with a giggle, Ren could imagine him wiggling his eyebrows with a wide grin on his face.

"Uhhh, so they just called and suddenly I have a date to go to sooo, I'll talk to you guys later" Ren said quickly leaving call, the sound of Kyo and Aster laughing cutting off suddenly as he left call and got up quickly, tripping over his feet as he grabbed a random hoodie and threw it on, placing his phone and keys in his pocket as he left his house locking the door behind him and speed walking towards his partner's house.

He didn't know why he was in such a hurry, maybe the excitement to see his lover, or just simply the thought of them working for weeks on something just for him to see.

After about a 15 minute walk, Ren arrived at s/o's house, his cheeks were red from his pace as he took in huge breaths, trying to mentally prepare himself before ringing the doorbell.

The door opened after a few seconds, Ren being greeted by the biggest smile, as his s/o took his hand gently pulling him inside and closing the door.

Not being able to stand still for a moment longer, the male pulled s/o into a tight hug, nuzzling into their shoulder as his arms wrapped around their waist tightly, a small pout forming on his face as his partner chuckled softly patting his back gently.

"I missed you way too much, let's never do that again" Ren huffed as he pulled away slightly to stare at the face he missed so much.

"I'm sorry Renny, I promise not to be so busy anymore" they chuckled pecking his cheek gently before moving to grab his hand again dragging the male towards their Art studio with an excited smile on their face.

"Well, I am definitely very excited now" the male smiled, holding his partner's hand tighter, as they opened the door to the art studio and pulled Ren inside.

The first thing to grab his attention was the grand piano that was pushed into the corner closest to the window, something that he knows for sure wasn't there before.

He turned to look at his excited significant other, who moved towards the piano and sitting on bench patting the space next to them.

"You told me once that you wished we could play together sooo, would you do me the honor of playing the piano with me?" They asked gently cheeks flushed as they smiled at Ren, who gave them a big smile back moving to sit next to them and kiss their head gently.

"Of course love, it would simply be an honor to play together with you"

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Thank you for reading all support is highly appreciated ♡︎.

#nijisanji x reader #nijisanji imagine #iluna #nijisanji iluna #nijisanji en #nijisanji #nijien #ren zotto #ren zotto x reader #nijisanji ren zotto

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s-neymessi · 1 year

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Can you pls write a small scenario or fic where leo calls ney pretty several times, and makes ney shy and blushy,

this ask has been dusting in my inbox for a while so i decided to finally answer it today... sorry for the wait! i wrote it right after i woke up, so i hope its good enough! (also, i meant for it to be tooth-rotting fluff but for some reason it developed into lowkey horny. my apologies.)

"Pretty"

There were many instances where Leo called Neymar pretty.

Like when he said his new pair of cleats looked good.

Or when he said his new hairstyle suited him,

Or when he joked about his clothing choices,

Or when he'd gaze at him, devouring him with his eyes, while Neymar was too busy directing his attention at something else.

In all of these circumstances, "Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty," echoed in the back of his head.

But Leo was sure he said it at some point. He thought about it so many times– so it was impossible he'd been so careless not to say it out loud, right?

Well.

Leo wasn't known for his talking abilities.

But still– he really thought he said it out loud.

So he was surprised at the way Neymar's face flushed into the most beautiful hue he'd ever seen.

"Really? You think I'm pretty?" the brazilian looked at him sheepshfully, studying Leo's eyes to find any indication of a lie.

"What?" he looked at him, disbelief swaying in his eyes, "Of course. You look very pretty."

Neymar winced at the remark as if he received a punch to the face.

He tried forcing a smile, tried straightening his posture, but he only mustered a pitiful giggle and wave of hand. He looked like an utter mess.

Leo couldn't hold back a cheeky grin from tugging his lips up. "That's cute" he thought to himself, his own cheeks flushing wildly.

It was a sight to behold, two adult men acting like teenagers flirting for the first time.

But you couldn't blame either of them for that; Leo was always too stoic and bad with words, so anyone would turn into jelly if he looked at you like you're the most precious thing in the world and called you pretty. Not handsome, like friends call each other, but pretty.

And well– Neymar was really a sight to behold. He was both handsome and pretty– he was gorgeous, the most beautiful man Leo's ever seen. He looked even more beautiful in his natural state; shirtless and fresh from the shower, his long dark curls hypnotizing by the way they shone under the soft locker room light.

And his eyes. Leo almost lost himself in them. The way green waltzed on top of light brown, absolutely mesmerizing.

And his golden skin, richened by many long hours under the hot sun…

And his muscles. Neymar wasn't ripped– no, he was slim but defined. His arms, torso, thighs… Leo just couldn't look away. And as Neymar struggled to compose himself, Leo striked again.

"You're very pretty." he leaned in the younger one's direction, placing a hand on his thigh, "Really… Really pretty, Ney." his voice came out in a soft whisper, a hum from the back of his throat.

Neymar's eyes snapped to Leo's face.

His eyebrows were furrowed. His mouth slightly agape.

His eyes traced down Leo's face all the way to his lips. Leo felt himself turning to stone.

Neymar cracked a shy smirk, his expression easing as he placed his hand on top of Leo's. He got a hold of it, guiding it up his body, dangerously close to his crotch, to his stomach, to his chest, to his neck, to his cheek.

Maybe he was aware of how that affected Leo, because he sported the cheekiest, most delighted expression an embarrassed man could muster, after noticing how the argentine was left panting from feeling his body. The brazilian turned to face him properly, propping his right leg on the bench while the left dangled on his side. Leo instinctively copied him.

"Say it again..." Neymar whispered, closing his eyes as he leaned in and put his forehead on his shoulder.

"Pretty. You're so pretty, Ney." Leo tripped over his words, answering as if he'd been commanded. The air was so heavy.

"...Again?" Neymar pleaded, squeezing Leo's hand.

"You're the prettiest I've ever seen…" Leo gulped, taking a deep breath, "Gorgeous… Stunning… Mesmerizing…" he brushed his thumb against his cheek.

Neymar backed out, breathing heavily. He bit his lower lip, – which took all of Leo's attention – and got up, grabbing his towel from the bench, throwing it over his shoulder.

"It's funny hearing that from you– Leo Messi just called me pretty." If it was possible, Neymar's face would be completely bright red.

Leo smiled sheepishly, rubbing his own thighs, "I'm just telling the truth." he looked up at the brazilian, noticing how his gaze lingered on his hands, "You're used to it though… You've been called pretty so many times. Don't be silly."

Neymar ran a hand down his stomach, "Yes." he hummed, looking anywhere but at Leo, "But it's different. It's you. And– you chose such a great time to say that, huh?" he gestured at his and Leo's half naked bodies.

"...It's you who's thinking too hard…" it was his turn to look away in shame, "Is there a right time to say that, anyways?" he looked up at Neymar.

He wasn't too sure if there was some kind of rule for when to call Neymar pretty.

"Uh–" apparently defeated, Neymar waved his hands around and turned away to leave, "Hum– No– Well– See you at practice tomorrow!!"

Well. If Neymar wasn't going to tell him the right time to call him pretty, Leo would have to find it by himself.

So he'd call him pretty at practice,

In the middle of matches,

In the locker room,

At important events,

Always whispering, muttering, as if it wasn't anything too important, as if it was trivial gossip.

Until Neymar got too fed up with it and slammed him against the wall, shutting him up in the best way he could.

Well.

Now, Leo would never forget to call Neymar pretty.

#neymessi #neymar jr #lionel messi #football #fanfic #writing #ask #anon #request

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psychangels · 5 months

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sometimes I just wanna read about korsica and peppermint going on a date. This is a request if you wanna

i think more ppl should write abt them just goin on dates honestly! let em have a nice time!

and yk, i'll take this opportunity to be the change i wanna see

It's a nice, breezy afternoon. The streets are a bit busy, but that's to be expected at this time of day. It's noisy. Could be worse, though.

Korsica breathes in deeply as she walks down the street. The fresh air smells good. The corners of her mouth quirk up. It's nice being outside after having been cooped up in her office all day.

As she nears one of the entrances to the park she's been making her way towards, she starts looking for Peppermint. She doesn't seem to be around. Korsica's brow furrows.

Coming to a stop, she pulls her phone out. Unlocking it, she's met with the sight of her work email's inbox. There's a new one. Immediately, she goes to open it up, but she hesitates right before her finger meets the screen. Her eyes flit up to read the subject. It's nothing pressing. Still, she should probably at least—

Korsica shuts her eyes. It'll be fine. I can get to it later.

She takes a deep breath.

She closes out of her email.

Opening up her texts, she taps on Peppermint's contact. Right as Korsica starts typing, the pleasant sound of her voice floats through the air.

"Hey! I, uh, didn't keep you waiting too long, did I?" Tucking her phone away, she smiles. "No, not at all." "Good." Peppermint returns her smile.

Korsica finds her gaze being drawn to the red, zip-up hoodie she's wearing. Something about it makes warmth blossom in her chest.

"I like your jacket." "Thanks. I like your...outfit." "Thank you."

There's a faint blush on Peppermint's face. She looks away, running her fingers through her hair.

Korsica smooths down the front of her blue dress. Then, she adjusts her jacket and gloves.

"Well...shall we?" she asks after a moment, offering her arm to her.

Peppermint meets her eyes. She smiles and takes it.

Together, they walk into the park. As they go, they chat about their days. It's similar for both of them: work, work, and more work. The amount has lessened a good bit, though. A few months ago, it was an endless sea. It's a lot more manageable now.

After a bit of walking and talking, Peppermint pulls Korsica to a nearby bench. She pulls away to plop down onto it.

"You alright?" Korsica asks as she sits down next to her. "Yeah, just tired," she replies, leaning against her.

Her face gets warm. After a moment of hesitation, she wraps her arm around Peppermint.

The breeze is gentle and cool. The sky is a gentle grey-blue, though it's beginning to grow darker. Clouds overhead block out most of the sun, hiding its steady descent.

Someone's playing fetch with their dog nearby. There's a group of students having a study picnic. Some joggers and bikers fly past. Kids are playing on the playground somewhere behind them, their laughter filling the air.

Korsica smiles. Everything's so much livelier than it used to be. Or maybe that's just what she thinks because she didn't have the time to enjoy it until now.

She gives Peppermint a squeeze. "Thanks for asking me out today." "You don't have to thank me," she replies. "Yes, I do. I needed this. I wouldn't have come out here on my own." She chuckles. "I guess we're both each other's excuse to get out." "I guess so," Korsica says with a laugh.

#hi fi rush #peppermint hi fi rush #korsica hi fi rush #korsimint #angelanswers.txt #angelwrites.txt #pix

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pansear-doodles · 10 months

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Heard about a comic where Hunter tells her kid what to do when they have a seizure. It sounds cool, currently trying to find it.

Theres another ask in my inbox after this stating that youve found it. Always use my tags in my blog :) (though i havent had the comic uploaded in the other sites yet)

If you want to, i can longingly ramble about my thought process on making that comic. I know its short, simple, sweet and lighthearted, but for many things ive created for rain world, there is a meaning and story (as everything ive built around the fandom has always been self indulgence and vent art)

When i made that comic, i was sleepy as hell, promised myself to go to bed so i can work on my mass attack (surprise, i still havent done that today due to all-day school, tiredness and a 6 hour video slandering toy story 4 distracting me LOL), but ive randomly thought of the comic after making some cute sleepy doodles (that of which i wont reveal because many of these doodles are for self indulgent purposes(i promise you its all sfw for those skeptical because i just dont not want to flood my blog with similar drawings of hunter and artihunter kisses lol- im doing that all for myself at least!))

A simple doodle of hunter being a parent laying on the couch (because i was sleepy and wanted to project that comforting cushiony feeling onto this to encourage myself to sleep) but then it suddenly sparked to me that ive always wanted to explore a bit more on hunter's role as a parent now that its been long established that they are arti's spouse and chose this lifestyle.

To talk about a bit of my own personal experiences, I'm familiar with living around relatives who require medical attention and support, so I kind of wanted to put that feeling to arti's kids facing the reality that their new parent has some things that pushes them back at times health-wise. My dad is diabetic (and old- hes like in his midish 60s while im 21) and hes been having his struggles. He could not do some basic things like putting his socks on and putting on his shoes without the help from someone and generally has difficulty crouching and standing up. He has to take his meds often. It is hard to see him grow depressed and grumpier over the years, but being apart from him for college makes him realize that he misses and loves me.

My grandmother is old and i think she has alzheimers (my mom is not clear on this to me since i dont generally talk about these types of serious concerning subjects to her about her own mother). Sometimes she falls without almost no warning and has to be around someone to care for her in case that happens, and yet I recognize that despite these things, she is quite sassy and pretty insistent on doing some things herself (despite my mother recognizing the risks and yelling to her about them out of care).

My own mother, while our relationship is not perfect and while i recognize that most of her parenting stuff to me have negatively affected me for the long run, i understand that she is not a flawless human being and most of what she does to me and to my dad and grandma and to anyone shes close with- she does that out of care. She nags at my dad for shutting down business opportunities because of his anger issues. Nags to my grandma who does ignorant actions. Nags to me for- well- i have to admit that I can be lazy. But i can understand all the stress that shes going through- that she has to actively take care of so many people in her life (and i have not even mentioned my brother, who is a whole can of worms that of which im not going to detail, is included) and i sort of wanted to project some part of that stressful experience onto arti and her dynamic with the other characters.

There is some form of resolution to my mother's case though- is that she has a lot of friends who help and support her. Who light her life even when shes busy all the time and goes scampering back and forth. It eases one to know that my arti does have friends, and gourmand has been most supportive of him aside from his own wifeusband. (Which leads to that panel where gourmand is shown also helping hunter and that hunter themselves encourage their child to also ask help from others and not just from their other parent(though i am probably reading a bit too much on this projection since its also just common sense to ask any grown up for help in general haha))

But back on hunter themselves and the relations they have built on their children- you guys know I love Bluey, but not only does the show introduce to me so many lighthearted concepts and coping mechanisms, but it also portrays the relations between parent and child in a way that i find quite realistic and mature. And these kinds of portrayals teach me how to write this dynamic. Hunter is like a Bandit, but I would like to work around the fact that this is Hunter's first time as a full-on parent on a committed relationship, while also having to deal with their terminal illness.

I do not think Hunter would be *the* perfect parent, but I think they would actively try to be a good one at least, and they would understand that their kids are smart and can learn how to fend for themselves from passing on what they know (ESPECIALLY considering the setting... This is still Rain World after all despite its more forgiving nature). Its something i would have wanted as a kid growing up actually- my parents actively teaching me to prepare my future circumstances instead of leaving me to figure out most things on my own or parade me with rewards and decadence expecting good outputs from me to pay it off.

But if there is one thing that they have taught me as a child that suggested that hint that I am smart if they give me the knowledge and reasoning of: are those days when they have to work, leaving only me and my brother at the house alone. They would tell me to never open the door to strangers and I would follow that no matter what.

I think, at some point, hunter and arti would teach their kids something like that. Its a slope see. Theres this short comic ive read long ago i dont remember the name of but whose plot i remember vividly: parents in a level of a video game teaching their child how to jump progressively higher and farther until the child is able to jump high and far enough to reach the other side of a giant pit thats situated so closely to their home. Thats the type of thing id like to portray. Small steps to progressively larger ones. Being taught growing up.

Many of these thoughts seem random, and theres still so much to go on i could talk about, but it all boils down to my tism and connecting some of my personal experiences onto these characters, and experiences i wish I had growing up. I do not have disabilities (or at least i think so), but i have experiences around people with disabilities and I can understand how witnessing these kinds of events involving them can be a harrowing and worrisome experience, especially when its from someone you care about.

In all honesty, i was delighted to know that there exists a disability pride month when I logged onto tumblr one day and saw my first post talking about it. Yes! I did not know it existed before. And now i have and i am glad. Theres been lots of people educating me, outside of the fandom and over the years. I dont remember what and how i was before. My back memory trauma with someone in the past has fucked me over, but its better late than never yunno

Sorry for the long ramble and sorry for being quite dramatic. I hope my words are of some interest and in good faith to you.

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chattahoochiecoochie · 1 year

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Quality Time

Summary: Long hair Kimi. Braids. That's it.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Nonnie set my brain on fire yesterday and I already spend so much time thinking about Kimi with long hair, it was just natural that we would end up here eventually. This is set pre-togetherness if you're reading in chronologicalish order. Find the rest here.

She’s between emails when he finally cracks the bathroom door. Leisurely as ever, he steps back into the common area in a puddle, a towel draped haphazardly around his waist. Her fingers pause over the keys at the sight of him. A bead of water is dripping along the adonis belt she’s not convinced he’s earned the right to.

Focus.

She lets out a sound, clicking away at the keyboard to distract herself as he moves closer. From the corner of her eye she spots him reaching out. Past her. Laura lets out a breath, letting her gaze drift back to her inbox.

“Busy?” Alongside his raspy voice comes the crinkling sound of plastic. Before she can answer him, an ice cream cone is stuck beneath her nose.

“Very. Cleaning up after you is a full time commitment.” Laura looks up, tone biting out at the hand he’s offered her.

Her voice falters at the sight of him. The butterflies she’s been holding down seem to fly up into her throat. Fuck.

“What’d I do now?” He smirks down at her, lips spreading into a grin as he bites his ice cream cone.

“Nothing. Yet. I’m trying preemptive damage control.”

“I’ve been very good.”

“You’re eating the ice cream you got for me.”

“I like vanilla too.” He bites the ice cream again.

“You do not.” Laura swallows the butterflies in her throat. She does not at all mind the sight of his tongue swirling around the cone.

“You were being mean.”

“Was not.”

“Here, then.” He sticks his hand out again, a pitiful bit of ice cream left. Laura looks up at him sharply, watching closely as he licks at the bit that’s smeared on his lip.

“Keep it.”

He shrugs and—before she can catch herself, she glances down—catching the towel on his waist as it shifts beneath the movement he’s made. Double fuck.

“If you’re not busy,” He turns away, back to the freezer. “Would you?” He shakes his head lightly, sending beads of water flying through the room.

“Again?” She’s done it once already today, before free practice.

He turns to her, an ice cream in each hand this time. One for her, and another for him. His face is expressionless, as if he can’t believe she’d ask.

“Wet or dry, then?”

“Dry.” Obviously, his tone seems to whine.

Leaning across the couch, Laura sticks out her hand, waving her wrist as she waits for the bribe. Grinning from ear to ear, he tears open the plastic wrapper before setting it gently in her hands.

“Go get everything then.”

“Too hot?” She’s holding the hairdryer by its barrel, sweeping it over his head as she runs her fingers through his hair, weakly jealous at how fine it is.

He hums beneath her, his head shaking slightly., licking at his ice cream like a man in paradise as she dotes over him. Holding her own between her thumb and forefinger, Laura runs her pinky finger through his hair. She tussles the crown of his head gently, fanning the damp hair across the back of her hand as she works the dryer across it. It’s quick work, for hair so fine, but when he feels her pull away, his head rolls back. Resting against her leg he looks up at her, a frown starting at the corner of his mouth.

“It’s dry!” She bites at the ice cream cone, voice defensive.

Bringing a hand up, he grabs at her wrist, dragging her fingers down to the nape of his neck. It’s damp still, but barely.

“Kimi, seriously.”

“Laura, seriously.”

Fumbling with the dryer, she sets it to cold, delighted when he squeaks at the sensation. Pulling away from her, he lurches forward, doubling over himself as he shivers.

“Fuck, kultsi.” The sound is muffled by the towel as he speaks into it, shaking slightly still.

“Hair ties, please.” She pops the last bit of cone into her mouth and sticks out her hand, wiggling her fingers as she waits. He leans back slowly, hand trembling for dramatic effect as he places the plastic ties in her palm. “Thank you.”

She’s slower than this morning, taking her time as she parts his hair down the middle. She gave him french braids earlier. He claims to enjoy the feeling of them better beneath his helmet. With extra time now, and no car in sight, she has the freedom to practice her dutch braids.

Using her pinkies, she parts the hair for the first sections, sweeping the hair of his temple backward into her grasp. Beneath her, Kimi hums.

Speaking through the hair tie she’s holding between her lips she checks him. “Too tight?”

He hums again. She relaxes her grip, her wrist going slack as she lets up. No response. Better, then. She starts again. Pinkies out as she sweeps his hair back, over and over again. It’s sloppier than her french braid, that’s for sure. The raised hair is off slightly, one of the strands thicker than the others.

Grunting in frustration, she lets out a few knots.

“It was good.” Kimi tilts his head back, resting against her thigh as he looks up.

“You can’t even see it.” She mumbles down at him.

Wordlessly, he lifts a hand and reaches backward, tracing over the braid until he meets her hand at the halfway mark.

“Looks good.” She can’t quite see his face, but the quirk of his lip is practically verbal. A blush threatens to creep across her cheeks.

“You’re so annoying.” She’s out of breath as she says it, trying not to open her mouth as she laughs down at him.

“You love me.”

“I tolerate you.”

Kimi hums again, this time sounding mildly annoyed. Laura smiles, lips spreading into a grin as she winds a tie around the braid that rests just above his shoulder. Dragging her fingers through the other side, she gathers herself to start the process over again, resigned to the butterflies that are all but flying around her head like a cartoon as he shifts between her legs. I’m so fucked, she thinks as his cheek sits on the inside of her thigh. So fucked.

#i jacked myself up writing this #smut is next because i think ive actuallly started to froth at the fucking mouth or something #chattahoochiecoochie writes #kimi fic #kimi raikkonen #f1 fic #f1 fanfic

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bbiemochi · 2 years

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hi! if its okay, can i please have some panic attack / anxiety comfort from kaeya ? gn!reader preferred, thank you

𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 | kaeya x reader

[an]: hello there, lovely! tysm for requesting! this kinda took me a while since my inbox is flooding with request and i’m kind of having a hard time looking for some inspo ToT </3 besides, i hope u’re doing alright there ! once again tysm for requesting! <33

summary: this was supposed to be a normal date…why did this have to rush over you now out of all times? you hated having panic attacks on public…but kaeya loved you no matter what.

pairing: kaeya x g/n!reader

genre: (tiny) angst, fluff at the end!

warning: anxiety attacks

***

“yeah of course i’m free!”

“you are? that’s wonderful to hear. how about a small bite at good hunter? or do you wanna have tea near the fountain? i heard that there’s a new tea seller from liyue who came here across mondstadt to do business. wanna try them out sometimes?”

thinking carefully as you avoided his sharp gaze, you finally snapped your fingers and smiled towards kaeya, bright and reassuring. today at the headquarters, you decided to visit your boyfriend after a long day of doing nothing but finish work and other important business. it was the same hamster wheel you do daily in the life here in mondstadt. after the traveler had continued on their journey towards the seven nations and the stormterror threat had been solved, you no longer had boundaries over your duties as a citizen. and that also means that you had some time with kaeya! you just hoped it was easy for now or later..

“let’s just grab a bite at good hunter! sara told amber not too long ago that they’ll be preparing a brand new recipe to share! let’s be the first ones to try it? if that’s alright for you…” you spoke to him across his desk, fiddling your fingers nervously. kaeya smiles before dropping his pen to stop writing. “why of course, your decision matters to me after all. let’s stop by and go on a date for once after all this mess from my table is cleared…” he says, and you laugh.

“b-but we can try the tea out as well…? if that’s what you prefer?”

he chuckles, “sure thing, sure thing~ no need to be nervous about this, y/n. i won’t say no to someone like you,” your face heated up—yet you only rolled your eyes and looked away from him. a few seconds later, jean entered the room with an expression that reads anger. when she shows up like that painted over her face, you knew that was your cue to walk out of the office. whispering a small ‘goodbye’ to your boyfriend, you stood up and walked out of the door, leaving kaeya to handle jean’s lecturing for the third time this week.

you should probably be preparing for tomorrow’s date. you were excited…and you couldn’t wait.

***

on second thought, maybe this wasn’t the perfect day for you to go out.

you had no idea why, it just made you feel anxious. like your entire body was suddenly weak. you had just walked out of your home, and then all of a sudden you felt dizzy. this was supposed to be the day of the date for you and your boyfriend, and you didn’t or never did you want to mess it all up just because you didn’t feel well.

forcing yourself to walk out, you can feel the sun shine across brightly towards your skin. kissing you with light they shone upon. and then…it hits to you. the stares. there were suddenly stares all around your area. no, no, no…they weren’t looking at you, they weren’t looking at you. just ignore them, just ignore them…

upon taking a deep breath, you managed to walk out from your place silently—without noticing anyone among the flood of citizens walking by. the way towards good hunter wasn’t long…you just had to…calm down. take deep breaths and redeem your composure. you’re used to this, no need to panic now. as your footsteps made silent echoes down the concrete ground, wind tickling your face and blowing small strands of your hair, you walked up straight the small steps of stairs paddled from in front of the main gate entrance. good hunter was just at the side, yet it seemed like kaeya still haven’t arrived.

have a date at good hunter and drink tea from liyue near the fountain. ah, that sounded relaxing. if you boyfriend arrived, that is…you hoped he didn’t tricked you. you rose up early for this small date after all. despite being small it meant so much to you.

but what if he did?

what if kaeya really was tricking you? you weren’t even sure..it made your head spin. he was mysterious, and a figure you weren’t even sure that was telling the truth. your gripped onto your shoulder a little too tightly…it felt like you were planning to carve some of the skin off. this was making you feel down…ok, first—find a seat and clear your thoughts. you looked liked an idiot standing over near good hunter. once you had taken a seat, a familiar voice cleared over your head. and a sigh of relief escapes your mouth.

‘ok…just stay chill and…try not to think negative…it’s ok…it’s alright…’

kaeya sitting across the table made you start to think twice. “sorry, did i made you wait long?” he questions, the way he sounded so serene upon entering the words for your ears to hear. you sent him a beam, signaling that you were fine. “don’t worry, i just came here as well.”

“oh, ok. thank goodness i didn’t made you wait long…”

“hey, no..! it’s quite alright..! i wouldn’t mind that, either actually…i know you’re busy after all. what happened with you and jean yesterday by the way?” a conversation begins. this way, it would soothe you right away. just…focus on the replies and the topic, then you would be alright in no time. just keep doing it…and you’ll be just fine.

by the time you kept doing this, you two had already ordered your meals and began to eat. you did your best to keep the conversations up, telling him recent gossips, stories, and other recent topics everyone in teyvat was talking about. and kaeya looked like he enjoyed every bit of the corner of every conversation you pulled. things were going well…they were going so well until…

“isn’t that the calvary captain of the knights of favonius?”

“what is he doing out with that person?”

“that’s y/n, you imbecile!”

“why is he with y/n, though?”

“no idea, it’s odd to see the captain with someone like them…”

“do you think he’s doing that to get some info?”

“who knows? that captain surely is mysterious…”

the grip on the glass you were holding tightened, stiff and still. your breath quickened up. heart beating inside of your chest. oh no, no, no…not now…please…it was going well…so well…those voices…two—no, almost four of them. you can hear them, so vast. you weren’t sure if kaeya could hear those gossiping women, he was far focused on the conversation you two were supposed to be happily having at the moment during your date. you had no idea why that ‘happily’ had to end now that these people came out of the blue when everything was going so well.

a rush of anxiety flew all over your nerves, causing you to shiver and look everywhere. were the women still here? yeah they are, you could see them not too far from the fountain. they looked liked they just bought some vegetables and other ingredients. classic women who gossip. the other two were…perhaps workers? they look young…must’ve heard the gossip since they weren’t really that far from the two women who were whispering to one another despite you hearing it. the stares, archons…how much you hated when strangers look at you like they know everything. rumors, whispers…eyes looking directly st you. you despised it so much, you wished this feeling never existed to become such a burden to you. and you felt like a coward because of it .

oh boy…a chill ran down your spine. maybe…maybe…maybe this date was a waste of time for your boyfriend. was he bored of you? no way you would believe that, look! he seems to be having a good time! he enjoys each topic you bring up and he manages to answer them back, clearly. there’s no way he would so bored of you! however…what if he was?

that thought made you shake your head. and you could feel your breath hitching between your throat…then you coughed. “woah, hey, you alright? what’s the matter?” he must be pretending to be concerned, too, right? archons, you were such a klutz. you quickly grabbed your glass of water…forcing yourself to stop shaking and take a sip to relieve your mind. your heart won’t stop beating fast, why weren’t they walking away? please just go away…please. everything was racing in every inch of your body. you’re panicking…now there were five of them. another woman jumped in the conversation, looking directly at your figure while kaeya didn’t even noticed.

“y/n, the water is dripping…!” the sudden exclamation came to your mind just now, and you find yourself with the glass you were holding, all wet. the liquid splashed down on your legs, and you stood up, shivering. your boyfriend did the same, “what’s gotten into you? are you alright?”

‘oh no, no, he probably thinks you’re weird now at this point…what have you done?’

shaking, you looked at him in the eye, both palms on your beating chest. you tried to speak, but no words mustered up to come out of your lips. now everyone’s eyes…were on you. dear barbatos…please let you find peace.

you smiled nervously before you ran off down to head back to your home. this was too much, your anxiety was taking over. kaeya called for you, yet you ignored him. first things first, you have to dry yourself up, and try to relieve yourself down. you could feel each pupil from the eyes of each citizen you walk passed down mondstadt land on your dripping self. embarrassed mixed with anxiousness were the words you’re feeling at the moment. not only did you screwed up your date plan with the only person you love but you managed to find yourself another way to screw up your clothing as well. great job..

your breath was shaky and you couldn’t help but scan the ground whilst walking towards your house. everyone was definitely staring at you, yup. they were. you gotta head home quick. your purse was here with you, the keys to your home was just one—so you wouldn’t end up confused of which key was the lock. you wanted to cry…so badly. although now’s not the best time. you wouldn’t want more attention now.

as you finally made it to your place, you were about to grab your keys from your purse, when a hand grab a hold of your wrists. you quickly jumped, and looked at their eyes with such a panic expression. you couldn’t stop shaking…and when the tears cleared the view from your eyelids, you recognized him immediately. it was kaeya.

“i kept asking if you were alright…hm, seems like the answer is right in front of me all along,” and when a soft smile swept over his face, you were close to bursting out in public. his grip on your wrists disappeared, and the thumb wiped the prick of tears off your face as he lets out a sigh. “let’s head back in your place first, yeah?” he says, and you didn’t respond, instead, opening the door to your place and walking inside.

the sound of keys clashing down on top of a wooden desk, along with the sound of a purse falling onto the floor could be heard. your face was buried into someone’s chest, eyes wide and tears staining their clothing. kaeya’s hands brushes your hair, his eyes closed and his back leaning to the closed doorframe after you both entered. a tranquil atmosphere was replaced after sound. the warmth of his right hand on your waist and his left on your head. you were still shaking however, but kaeya was soothing down your small uneasy breaths and quiet sobs.

“hey, hey…it’s alright now, ok? look at me, y/n,” the way he held your chin up to look at his eyes. a star reflected to yours. it was beautiful. he was beautiful. “breathe, it’s going to be ok. i’m here with you, don’t panic now, lovely…” you were choking back words, and kaeya didn’t even bother to force you to spit them out. the trembling body of yours were going down one by one, and as you took a deep breath, your boyfriend pulled you into a hug.

you felt secured, loved, and treated with such kindness you never thought you deserved. all at once. a kiss was landed on your forehead, “so you heard them, too, huh?” kaeya asks. steadily, you nodded your head. “would you really believe what they’re saying?” he asks next. you didn’t reply. not a nod nor a shake. kaeya sighs again. the male knew what was going through your head at the moment. he’s been through amount of situations like these.

cupping your cheek, he sticks his forehead to yours—eyes closed while you looked at him, stunned. “please don’t believe what they��re saying. i really do love you…and i always will…i want to live…with you, spend my entire life with you until archons know when we’ll pass. please, y/n…stay with me…?” the way he holds your hand, tightly. he was honest…you knew him well by now. smiling, your lips still trembling a bit due to the tension earlier among the small audience, you gave kaeya a small kiss on the cheek.

“thank you…” you responded. kaeya smiles back, before pulling your lips together on his.

let’s just say it was a long afternoon.

but he made sure no negative thought will ever rush through you.

***

a/n: tHIS SUCKS I KNOW UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

requests: opened! <3

#lucy’s works 📚✨#lucy works 🍕💗#genshin impact #genshin x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #💌. lucyanswers

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paintedscales · 5 months

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ooh scifi or treasure hunt AU for the first meeting AU prompts?

Sorry I kept this sitting in my inbox for so long. Busy with FFXIV Write and Fluff-/Kinktober shortly after I received this. But! I don't like things just sitting in my inbox, and I don't delete them because they've been sitting too long.

Thank you for the ask, even if maybe you forgot you sent it to me! ♥ I still appreciate it, and I apologize that I took quite some time getting to it. I chose Treasure Hunt, though, since it appeals more to me! :>

First Meeting AU Prompts

This is definitely...definitely an AU that probably only appeals to me and my partner... I decided to take Nomin and Estinien and put them in mine and my partner's original world setting of Ryne (pronounced like 'rye' with an n at the end, not like the Ryne we know from ShB with 'reen'; it was kind of a funny happenstance when we saw her name and looked at the world we made).

Nomin and Estinien were made into world-appropriate counterparts. So...for a little added context for some people that read it and may be interested in this particular piece:

Nomin is a belocian -- an underground race of demon-like individuals who have evolved and adapted for living in near- to total darkness. She is of the Kyrlesh, a branch of belocian who have bioluminescent markings that can never be quite dimmed to being 'off' unless they're dead. As such, she does still have horns and a tail, but considerably less obvious scales like the Au Ra, but she does have taloned digitigrade feet and shark-like skin around her hands and feet.

Estinien, after some deliberation, was made into a Myrian elf within the setting. Typically, they're more magically and technologically focused elves, having allied with the off-worlder humans to advance their pursuit of technology to even greater heights. I would have made him an Iliean, the woodland and more traditional and in tune with nature counterpart to the Myrian, but it felt off a bit. For me personally, anyway.

Enough rambling. Sorry. Without further ado:

Word Count :: 1,241

The Western Divide…it was a bustling community filled with all sorts of colorful characters ranging from the towering orks, to the diminutive and animal-like mueme. With ships docking at the ports, bringing in and exporting all kinds of goods, the locals had often come there for all kinds of hard to find things that rang them up a pretty couram. Today was no different. Today was still filled with the murmur of crowds, the shouts of shop criers and advertisers, and the scents of all kinds of street foods being cooked fresh for potential patrons to purchase and eat.

“Maps! All kinds of maps! Maps for the mystical lands of Arcis, ooh! Or perhaps you want to stay more close to home for your treasure hunt! We have treasure maps for Edelith and Arvendor!”

This brought the belocian woman walking down the cobbled walkways to a halt. She turned her head in the direction of the stall owner, who seemed to have been attempting to sway some passersby to have a gander at his selection. Walking over, she peered over the maps on display, her eyes narrowing at the different pieces of vellum that showcased varying levels of cartography and routes to what could be caches of treasure.

“What’s your most valuable map for Edelith?” the woman asked, flicking her bright blue eyes up at the stall owner.

“Oho~?” the ulowan man’s cat-like ear flicked with intrigue at the question, as a smile found its way onto his lips. Leaning forward, he examined the woman before him, measuring her up and scrutinizing her. He noted the bow upon her person, the polish of it having worn after most likely a good deal of time and travel. “It’s not often we get too many belocians making their way to the Western Divide. I’m going to guess that you can certainly hold your own with that bow of yours…”

“Hmph…” the woman allowed a small scoff to leave her lips as she looked back down at the maps. She then reiterated: “Edelith map. Most valuable one.”

“Not one for conversation, tsk…” the stall owner tutted, shrugging his shoulders, his tail twitching with some annoyance. He leaned over and dug around one of the crates behind his stall before pulling out a rolled map and slowly handing it over. When the woman reached for it, he pulled it back. “Ah-ah… I need to warn you that this one will certainly test anyone’s skills and tenacity. Only buy it if the risk of death or being seriously injured is something you understand.”

The woman furrowed her brow, pursing her lips. She then nodded.

“I understand. How much?”

“Fifty arunta, take it or leave it.”

Fifty?

The woman paused for a moment, reaching down for her money purse.

Did she even have that much?

Opening the pouch, she counted through the coppery couram, the silvery argens, and the paltry golden arunta mixed in with some occasional paper bills of rehalds poking up from the bottom. Digging around more, she pulled out a small wad of rehalds and counted them. They were as good as arunta in other places.

“Ah…I don’t accept Sanctum’s mode of payment, I’m afraid,” the stall owner said, noting the paper currency.

Drat.

“I’ll take it.” A masculine voice made the woman startle momentarily before she looked up at a Myrian man with silvery hair. When the woman turned more to take in the elven man’s appearance, she frowned with a slight furrow to her brow. She noted the lance strapped to his back, and the scars that dotted whatever was available to see of his arms.

“I was about to buy that myself,” the woman huffed, the natural markings upon her skin and horns starting to glow cyan with her rising annoyance. Her tail flicked back and forth, further indicating that she was not too happy with this unknown man swooping in to take this purchase right from under her nose.

“My eyes and ears tell me otherwise,” the Myrian man replied with a smirk as he took up his own pouch of coin and started counting up what he had. He soon placed the whole pouch on the stall counter, the owner of the stall placing the map aside momentarily and eagerly counting up the golden coins. There were some rounds of argen and couram set aside and then handed back to the elven man, and all that the woman could do was gawk at the transaction that took place before her.

Once the map was in the elven man’s possession, he tucked it away in his coat. He turned heel and walked off without another word. However, the woman was not going to have any of that as her tail stiffened and she marched forward with indignant purpose after him. She could feel how the muscles in her back and arms stiffened with the feelings that welled within.

“Hey!” the woman called out, weaving between people after the Myrian man. However, it seemed he was more than content ignoring her. “Hey! Stop!”

Finally, the man stopped and gazed back to look at her. His steely gaze was piercing, and the smirk that adorned his face before had disappeared. He looked more displeased with the fact the woman was following along after him.

“What is it?” the man asked.

“I’m coming with you on the hunt for whatever that map leads to!” the woman declared. “You can’t just buy it out from under me and then walk off expecting me to simply leave it alone!”

The elven man narrowed his eyes down at the woman.

“And if I refuse your company?”

“That’s too bad. I’ll keep following after you. I’m going to hunt for whatever is on that map, same as you.”

The Myrian man clicked his tongue, placing his hands upon his hips. Sighing, he shook his head and then looked at the woman. He struggled with denying the woman coming along. After all, he did buy the map out from under her, as she mentioned. He should have expected this.

“I’m supposing you won’t leave me alone otherwise…”

“I won’t.”

Letting out a resigned sigh, the man shrugged.

“Very well. I suggest you keep up, then. I won’t hesitate to leave you behind if you show yourself to be a burden.”

The woman perked up, the markings upon her body flaring momentarily with the joy she felt in that moment. Grinning, she assuredly responded, “you won’t have to worry about me. Even if you try losing me, I’ll just track you down. Don’t put it past me with honing arrows at my disposal.”

With a slight scoff, the smirk returned upon the elven man’s lips.

“I see. How annoying.”

“You can thank my brother.” The woman adjusted her bag and walked forward to meet the man at a more amicable distance. Jabbing a finger up at the man, she presented her own smirk toward the man and asked: “if we’re traveling together, I’d hate to just call you ‘the swiping asshole from the market.’ What should I call you?”

The Myrian man gave the woman an incredulous look. His chest and shoulders rose with a more silent sigh this time around. “You can call me Estinien.”

“Estinien… Es-tin-i-en…” the woman iterated, getting a feel for a name upon her lips and tongue. Nodding to herself, she then introduced herself: “I’m Nomin.”

“A displeasure to meet you.”

“The feeling’s mutual!”

#questions and answers #user: inkedinfantasy #thank you ♥#sorry i took so long #oTL #i don't feel comfortable tagging this as ffxiv skdsdfkjsdf #because it is very...decidedly not #aside from nomin and estinien being in here #my writing #world of ryne au #oc: nomin tal kheeriin #estinien varlineau #cinnamon bark

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augh. whinging about life events

this is something that would be in a circle in twitter dot corn but i don't have circles here so i will simply put it under a readmore and assume that anyone who doesnt care will simply scroll by as i gen hope they will <3

anyways. last week was vacation and coming back from vacation i got thrown in the metaphorical frying pan. person who was supposed to be watching the house fucked off w/o telling us thursday afternoon (we came back sat night) leaving our cats and her cats (inc. a 5 month old kitten in a separate room) alone. which the other cats would have been fine alone for a few days but the litterboxes were full which makes me suspect she did not clean up before she left. kitten was left with no water and no food (she gave him food but he scarfed it down immediately. because he's A Kitten) and she had the audacity to try to lie to us!! about when she left when we straight up had proof from the security system logs that she was gone for longer than she said she was <3333

did i mention this girl is supposed to be living with us for a few more weeks lol lmao

we spent an hour and a half cleaning the house from the misc toilet and vomit stains around after having already driven a collective 7 hours home from our vacation spot.

we grilled her pretty hard after she came back sunday nite at like 9:30 pm and she kinda gave a half hearted apology and i emphasized that. i agreed to the kitten staying over (which she had thrown on me like. night before we leave) (she adopted the kitten the weekend we left for vacation) with the agreement that she would be taking 100% care of him which she was Not.

and then she fucked off again for all of monday. i think she stayed monday night but she was gone the next morning. she also sprang on me monday nite that "oh do you mind if i stay at my friends house the days i have work because it's closer to my workplace" (by a magnitude of like. hours) and i said yeah because it was LATE and i was WORKING the next day so i didnt have the energy to have a long conversation. i shouldn't have said yes.

she was gone all tues and wed. she didn't have work today so she should have come back to my house but she didn't because she was with her mom. didn't tell us that btw.

now it is thurs night she's probably going to arrive back way too late for me to have a conversation with her because i go to bed early. because i wake up early for work. my sister called her and had a long convo and i sent her a text message saying the kitten has to be gone by the end of this weekend because my sister and i have been taking care of HER KITTEN this entire week basically. when i already gave her a warning for being negligent with the kitten.

tired of hearing the kitten yowling the whole day because my sister and i are both busy and we can't play with him. me because i have my desk job my sister because she's prepping for her job starting next week. regardless ITS THIS GIRLS KITTEN NOT OURS THAT WE DIDN'T AGREE TO TAKE CARE OF

i haven't even broached the topic of payment because i expected to charge her rent for the couple of weeks she was living with us but since she's only been here like. a grand total of 8 hours (when she wasn't watching the house the week we were gone) should i just charge her for using our house as a boarding house for her cats. lol. lmao. im getting some payment out of this even if i have to bug her for it

all that aside. getting grilled at work for things partially my fault and partially not my fault and feeling indignant about it. got told i wasn't communicating well enough when i have been responding to every single silly little email that was sent to me so idk. maybe check your inbox then? anyways i have to finish a report tomorrow i've been putting off for. a disgustingly long time so this is a situation i put myself in but im still mad and stressed about it

good thing i talk to my therapist tmmrw because im just gonna be like hi :) the shit hit the fan my dude

oh as an aside my brain has been bad enough this week that i decided to take a break from twitter since i figured spending my limited free time endlessly scrolling through a collapsing social media site wasn't helping my brain trying to self-cannibalize. tumblr is. Okay. for now. debating filling my queue and leaving for x amount of time but for now i need some outlet

what else. had an onslaught of flies in the house this week. killed about 20 or 30 tuesday and wednesday. thankfully there seemed to be a lot less today so i'm hoping it was just a freak accident and not a serious problem. clothes dryer has been broken (still turns, but no heat) for three weeks now. repairman has stopped by three times with a fourth time coming. i'm about ready to pull the plug after the next time he comes and just buy a new dryer even if that's going to be $$$$ because... it's an old dryer. maybe its time is just up

didn't mean for this post to be so long LMAO if you made it this far you get a picture of harley (my mom's cat). i just gotta make it through this week [pained smile]

NINJA EDIT BECAUSE AS I WAS TYPING THIS UP THERE WAS A NEW KITTEN DEVELOPMENT. after i texted her she got upset enough to decide to drive to our house and pick up the kitten and leave which i mean. lol. lmao. i gave you a warning and you decided to still fuck off so that's not my fault at this point. she's still an hour away so i will probably be going to bed when she comes home. don't have it in me to have another 10pm serious conversation lol lmao lol

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V: Got No Money But It's Always Always Sunny Honey - Younger Verse - Child/Teen Verses for my muses

V: I Was Made For Loving You Baby You Were Made For Loving Me - Ostello Lives Verse. Ostello and Valentino are still together, and Ostello lets Val do as he pleases with other people as long as he comes back to him at the end of the day. Their marriage is open and Val is free to do whatever he wants for the most part.

V: Says Now We're Having Fun Give Me All Your Love I'll Never Get Enough - Broken Verse - Tino is not in charge of anything, and is kept as a pretty pet in this verse. He travels dimensions.

V: I Am A Hostage To My Own Humanity Self Detained And Forced To Live In This Mess I've Made - Fallen!Adam AU - After he was killed by Niffty, Adam was thoroughly made unholy by his actions both leading up to his death and in Heaven knowing what he was doing behind the scenes in secret. He appeared in Hell unrecognizable enough that he can skate by without being noticed, but he is one of a very select few Sinners with wings that resemble angelic (but frayed) wings. VERSE DEPENDENT: He crashed, fully on fire, into Lucifer's living room when he spawned in Hell.

V: Tell Me Which One Is Worse Living Or Dying First? - Godhood AU - Valentino and Velvette-centric God AU based on This

AU Verses With @strangeandun-muse-ual

V: You Hate 'Cause I'm A Rockstar A Pretty Little Problem - Rockstar AU

V: I'll Be Your Cheap Slut Savior - Scamverse AU

V: He Is The Drug That You Hate To Crave And I Am The Liar You Made To Praise - Crime Husbands Good End AU

V: Under These Circumstances Every Heartbeat's Criminal - Crime Husbands True End AU

V: I Wanna Give You My Heart So You Can Beat It Up - Crime Husbands Bad End AU

V: Do You Love Me? Yes No Maybe I'll Be Seeing Hades Soon - Voxdes and Persephetino AU

V: Haunt Me Haunt Me Like You Used To I Love You Most When You Scare Me To Death - Ghost Husband Verse

V: Sin Was On His LIps As He Twisted His HIps - Incubus!Valentino Verse

V: The Smell Of Flowers Was So Thick And Sickly Sweet I Felt Like I Might Choke To Death - Hanahaki Variant Of Mainverse

V: Girls With Tattoos Who Like Getting In Trouble - Genderbent Verse

V: Took Them By Surprise Worked My Way Uphill - College AU

V: Sharks Green With Envy They Wonder What You See In Me - Mermaid!Valentino AU

V: Every Kiss And Every Word They Were Bullets Spraying Hazardly From Lips - Royal AU

V: If I Had Something To Say To You I'd Whisper It Softly - Smut Writer!Era AU

V: Bleed The Neon From The Bite Marks - Werewolf!Emil/Vampire!Era Verse

V: I Know My Girlfriend Is A Witch - Summoned Chaz/Human Velvette Verse

V: Do You Wanna Party Malibu Barbie? - Sugar Baby!Valentino Verse

V: I'm Going Crazy Little Tiny Hollywood Baby - Actors VoxTelloTino AU

V: I Tried On Your Lipstick I Thought I Looked Pretty But You Didn't Care No 'Cause You're Always Busy - Actor!Val, Producer!Vox Verse

V: Cast Into Darkness They Would Be Damned For Being A Man Holding Hands - Fallen Angel Adam AU

V: Push Me Along And Leave Me So Desperate And Ravenous I'm So Weak And Powerless Over You - Mobwife Valentino AU

AU Verses With @dont-take-shxt-from-other-demons, and @strangeandun-muse-ual

V: The Successful Removal Of You Would Probably Kill Me Too - Vox Dying Verse

V: Everybody Needs A Little Trouble - "Teenverse"/Humanverse

V: Tell Me Tell Me That We Will Never See Tomorrow - "Teenverse"/Humanverse Zombie AU

AU Verses With @dont-take-shxt-from-other-demons

V: A Psalm In Napalm Abandon All Hope But Try To Stay Calm - Velvette Abducts Lucifer Verse

AU Verses With @erthlyheavn

V: I Go Out Of My Way Everyday Just Hoping That I'll Catch You Walking Down The Street - Human Verse MothMaid AU

V: It's Not A Love Song But You're Alright - Human Verse

AU Verses With @helluvaxhazbin

V: I'll Tell Uncle Rocko To Call Off The Guys With The Crowbars - Moxxie stayed with the mob AU

AU Verses With @seven-circlllxs

V: Gotta Get Your Fix Down In Hollywood - Splitscreen Verse

AU Verses With @voxiiferous

V: See Every Time You Turn Around They’re Screaming Your Name - Modern Human AU

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E: On Thursdays We Break Up - Extended Break-Up Event With @strangeandun-muse-ual's Vox and Valentino

E: Down With Vox - Event Thread With @strangeandun-muse-ual, @winters-club, and @infernal-feminae

E: Aggressive Positivity - Flash Open Event With @dont-take-shxt-from-other-demons

E: The Great Moth Off - Should Valentino or Mothman be @voxiiferous' boyfriend? Open Event

MY BLOGS/MUSES TAGS

Say What You Wanna But I'm Here To Stay 'Cause I'm A Mean Ole Lion (Cash & Barbie)

It's Never A Whisper It's Always A Scream A Promise We Made To Kill The Time Between (Valentino & Legiondario)

I Hate The Way The Townspeople Gather Outside They Hang On Every Breath (Vick & Valentino)

They Let Ole Al Out Of The Jail And The Man Who Paid His Bail Was Waitin' On Al To Chop Some More (Alastor ♡ Angel Dust)

The Dinosaurs Will Turn To Dust They'll Die Because We Say They Must (Alastor ♡ Nifty)

There's Someone Lurking Inside Of You That Someone Is Me (Alastor ♡ Valentino)

I'll Be Damned If I See You With Some Other Man If I Cannot Have You Then Nobody Can (Athan ♡ Ozzie)

Candlelit Loneliness I Lay On Your Side Of The Bed (Baetyl ♡ Andrealphus)

We Keep The Party Moving Till We Drink The Last Drop (Beelzebub ♡ Ozzie)

Eat With Your Hands It's Fine I'm On The Menu (Beelzebub ♡ Valentino)

Just Try And Nibble On My Biscuits And My Rainbow Cake (Beelzebub ♡ Velvette)

She's Like What'd You Say? We'll Just Let Our Bodies Translate (Chazz ♡ Barbie)

The Whole World Was Watching And Laughing On The Day That I Crashed And Burned At Your Feet (Erasmo ♡ April)

Wait Your Turn You're Greedy I Hear You (Mammon ♡ Fizzarolli)

Don't Use Him Or You'll Always Need To Feel Ozzie's Loving Little Lamb (Mammon ♡ Ozzie)

You Give Me Your Number I Call You Up You Act Like Your Pvssy Don't Interrupt (Mammon ♡ Valentino)

But The Best Story That I Could Ever Tell Is The One Where I Am Growing Old With You (Ostello ♡ Valentino)

She Says She's Gonna Break My Nose If I Don't Behave Next Week (Paimon ♡ Barbie)

My Baby's Got A Fucked Up Head It Doesn't Matter 'Cause He's So Damn Good In Bed (Summer ♡ Valentino)

The Pill I Keep Takin' The Nightmare I Wake In There's Nothin' No Nothin' But You (Valentino ♡ Angel Dust)

Erase Me So You Don't Have To Face Me Put Me In The Ground And Mow The Daisies (Valentino ♡ Chaz)

Don't Take It Personal You Know It's Just The Way I Roll (Valentino ♡ Nifty)

You'll Fall Down A Hole That's The One Place In This World That We Both Know (Valentino 💔 Ostello)

Just Your Typical Hardcore Casual Sex We're Single But We're Lovers Crazy For Each Other (Valentino ♡ Ozzie)

Let's Dig Up My Ex (Velvette ♡ Ian)

You Will Pace Around Your Cage And Wait For Night To Come (Velvette ♡ Valentino)

You Provide The Envy And I’ll Provide The Spite (Velvette ♡ Vick)

He's Sweet As Pie But If You Break His Heart He'll Turn Cold As A Freeze (Vick ♡ Valentino)

Cocaine Can't Do It Like You Do It To Me (Vick ♡ Velvette ♡ Valentino)

Darling You Love All The Drama 'Cause You're Never Bored I Am Forever Yours (Vox ♡ Valentino)

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Friendship Tags With @trumpet-hah

DGAF's And No Regrets Happy Hour Starts At Five (Barbie & Fizzarolli)

Friendship Tags With @strangeandun-muse-ual

Just Tell Me That You Need Me And Stay Right Here With Me (Erasmo & Missy)

History Shows Again And Again How Nature Points Out The Folly Of Men (Zeezi & Vox)

Friendship Tags With @hisslord

Yes I Know Who You Are But I Just Don't Care (Alastor & Angel Dust)

Do Not Befriend Your Food (Alastor & Vaggie)

We Are More Alike Than We Think We Are (Angel Dust & Vaggie)

A Motherly Instinct (Mimzy & Vaggie)

She May Be Crazy But She's Fine To Me (Nifty & Vaggie)

Friendship??? Tag With @spidrboots

I Don't Want Your Cruel Melody (Valentino & Angel Dust)

Friendship Tags With @seven-circlllxs

Our Soul Is The Whole Of The Law (Adam & Lute)

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@hembralfa said (inbox):

you need to wait! his majesty is busy! without an ounce of care for the one telling her to halt, loni barges into the king's quarters. it doesn't faze her, not one ounce, as to whatever was going on. "IS IT TRUE?" her sources couldn't be right, could they? leanne was mobilizing her army, and for what? to come after ramses and his kingdom? all because of that incident with her? "fuck!" she doesn't need him to reply. she already knows the answer.

hands rake through hair as she paces back and forth with the gusto of a wild animal stuck in a cage. "I knew this would fucking happen! I knew it!" she played around too long and now things were no longer going according to plan. "we aren't ready yet, but... but...!" in her frenzy she has a single moment of clarity. in that instance she stops and looks him directly in the eye. "I quit." she didn't think it would end like this, but if it means keeping him safe and his people it was well worth it. she'd be able to get word back to leanne that she'd left. she'd give them a trail to follow. while she did that she'd tell ivan to gather up their forces. it was time to take york back. "goodbye ramses. maybe one day we'll meet again, and if we do... I hope you'll forgive me for all the secrets I kept from you. please just know... I never meant to hurt you. I-..." she pauses and bites her lip. "tch."

before she could say anymore she turned and bolted. I need to leave now. if I say anymore I might waver, and I refuse to give up on my dream. soon she found herself in the stable after having gotten her gear and gathered her wolves. with one final glance as they took off she felt her eyes heat and her throat tighten. "falling in love was never what I wanted... such a fool I was. be safe, my dear king. my only hope is that I can face you in the way you deserve should I survive this..."

TEARING HIS GAZE AWAY from the letter in his hand, he frowned as his gaze came to linger upon his closed door. What in the world was all that racket? Curious, he was half-tempted to make his way over and take a peek, but that thought evaporated as soon as it appeared when his door was promptly thrown open without so much as a warning. ❝I can see your manners are atrocious today,❞ he replied with a near lazy drawl, his golden eyes shifting back to what he had been reading without so much as skipping a beat. Ah…it had only been a matter of time before word of all this made its way back to Loni. He had tried to keep her from getting too involved in this mess – primarily because it seemed to distress her a great deal. Such was understandable, though, considering her being here in his kingdom, in his palace was what caused the commotion to begin with. At first, he could not comprehend why a queen in another nation would make such a big deal out of capturing one mercenary…but in time, he came to realize that there was more behind his favored mercenary than met the eye.

Far more.

Letter finally placed to the side, it was then that he was able to put his full attention on her. ❝You need not blame yourself for anything. That queen has no idea how to properly rule.❞ She was playing some thug rather than someone with finesse in politics, and so it was a small wonder to him she hadn’t stepped on another’s toes while throwing her weight around as if she knew how this ‘game’ all worked far better than those immersed in it. ❝Actually, there is something I wished to…❞ His words cut off instantly at what was said, his mouth partially open, and eyes widened with unhindered surprise. ❝You…w-what?❞ Did she just proclaim that she quit? Just like that? And without warning? Well…this was…not planned. He knew that it was a possibility; however, he hadn’t expected things to just up and end like this. It all threw him for a loop and left his mind reeling; synapses stuttering as if trying to find ways to figure out this bizarre string of words she had uttered without pause.

❝Loni---❞ Nothing he planned on saying met her ears, for the ‘wolf’ mercenary had already fled the scene with such speed that one would almost think she had committed a crime. Silence was all that was left in her wake before a guard stood in the doorway with hand upon their chest, quickly and profusely uttering their apologies for all that had transpired under their watch. He heard them but didn’t really listen to anything that left their mouth. It was hard to do so considering all that had just happened in a span of a what felt like a few seconds. ❝I already knew everything…❞

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