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ıllıㅤ𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ; all you saw was red. the blood in his hands, the blood on their bodies, the blood on your own, and the color of the roses you're engulfed in. he wondered at the fact on how far you've brought yourself to get away from him, physically and emotionally, knowing you won't even get to escape a few meters. but you wondered... why?

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Why… Why… Why… You wanted to ask. You wanted to scream out till’ your lungs give you in. Your feet were planted on the ground firmly, refusing to move an inch as you watch the Harbinger pierce his blades into the chest of your mother repeatedly, the water of his weapon slowly being stained with dark blood, blood that’s mixed with different victims that have witnessed his wrath. Including yours. You eye the wound on your arm, the red liquid was still dripping and staining the ground under you. “Why…” it barely even came out as a whisper, more like a simple breath of the wind most people would ignore but not to him. What can you expect from a man that made You, a person he should have cared less for, his main priority in his life.

“Why…?” you sobbed out, bringing your head up from the floor to find him staring right back at you. The Harbinger stands up and carelessly lays your mother figure to the ground before kicking it out of his sight, dissipating his water blades into thin air as blood continues to stain him and maybe you in the process. “‘Why,’ you ask?” Childe hums, making his way towards you, raising his hand to meet your cheek but you slap it away before he could even touch. “Answer me.” you grit your teeth at the man who was smiling sadistically at you.

“Wow, what a feisty girl. Didn’t know you had it in you, love.” he chuckles, his hand coming in contact with your hand, gripping it and dirtying it with mixed blood. You groan and pull your hand away from his grasp and land a hit on his face. You leave him breathless for a second before his pupils dilated, touching the very spot you slapped him on and caressing it. “You’ve changed quite a lot.”

“I could say the same for you, Tartaglia.” you scoot away from him, your fists clenching in case he makes another move on you. He simply just laughs, each breath he takes, his laughter goes lower and lower until he is glaring at you with that very same sinister grin on his face. “As much as everything you do makes me breathless,” he says through his smile, “You speaking my codename isn’t it. Change that up, hun.”

“Nothing you do will make me change what I feel about you.” A hint of resentment was visible in your eyes, your pupils decreasing its usual size. You tried… Tried to seem threatening but to him he adored it. Even if you managed to intimidate him, he wouldn’t really back out, can he? He knows he’s stronger. He’s a survivor of the Abyss, the Eleventh of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. Even if he was the Eleventh, the title of being a Harbinger alone is impressive and shows a symbol of great power and strength.

“You think so?” Childe sniggers. “I know so.” you reply boldly, attempting to stand back up only to get knocked down by the stomach by Childe’s elbow, “Oh, we’re not done yet. You’re staying here until our business is done.” you glare at his response, what does this man mean by business? If he means torturing you more than you know that seeing your family die before your eyes is more than torture. You attempt to dart away from him if standing wasn’t an option but he stops you by gripping your ankle.

“Get your fucking hand away from me, Tartaglia.” you sneer but it doesn’t stay for longer when he has his hand around your neck and pins you down, using it as a leverage. You can see his eyes darkening from your lips simply saying his title. “Like I said… You’re staying here until our business is done, [Y/N].” he emphasized with a growl at the end of the sentence as he quickly squeezed your throat. You felt the wetness in the corners of your eyes drip as he pushed you further into the ground. Eyes widening instantly when you realize he’s blocking your airway by choking you, his grip on your neck was unbearably tight and if he continued to stay like this you would–

You can’t breathe, you’re letting out panic and quick pants from your mouth as you try to get his grasp from your throat by pulling his wrist away but he’s stronger… You know that. So why not give up? You don’t want to. You can’t either. You try to kick him off with your legs punching his gut, Childe only groaned and laughed. “Hah,” he sighs, but that quickly turns into loud laughter.

“Haha!” he jests, pushing you on the floor as your consciousness slowly slips away from you. “Go on! Keep trying, it makes the job easier. Just look at you, turning blue from my hand around your throat.” he muses, a grin forming on his face sinisterly. You want to argue, but not in this situation. You could barely breathe and voicing out your thoughts will worsen. But in the end, you’d faint from the loss of breath and he would win in the end. He can easily overpower you anytime he wants. That’s a perk of being a Harbinger trained under an unknown woman from the Abyss.

“Sleep well. I’ll be waiting.” he coos lowly, your eyelids drooping lower as you let out your last breath before you faint. Once you do, he slowly pulls his grasp around your throat and admires the handprint on it. A nice dull, desaturated red. Almost the color of the blood of his opponents. Childe brings your unconscious body into his embrace and carefully stands up, looking back to see the limp figures of your family members laying on the floor, all bloodied and dismembered from his hold. If he could be honest, it was their fault, they disapproved of him ever since he was a member of the Fatui and the idea of their precious daughter to get associated with him was something they’d never want. You were okay in keeping contact with him and didn’t think much of his status. But that didn’t go through with your family. They even go as far as to separate the two of you and cut all ties with his family in order to keep you safe and away from him.

Oh what a bad decision they made.

Your eyes groggily open, and your body twitches beneath the mattress you were sleeping on. Your hand tries to touch your brow, but something prevents it. You examined your wrists and discovered that it was connected to the headboard of the bed, leaving you vulnerable and unable to move. You struggle under the restraints, desperate to be freed but a door has already been opened before you could move any further. "Ah, you're awake," says a familiar voice from the other side of the room, as footsteps approach your bed.

“I hope you don’t mind the chains. I didn’t want you escaping so this was a better alternative!” A glee came from Childe, that broad and boyish smile of his not wavering one bit when he sees your harsh glare. “Let me go,” you growl, shuffling on the bed aggressively but it only worsens the pain on your wrists.

“Oh come on, don’t get mad at me now. Be thankful you got chained in my bedroom instead of something much brutal.” He grabs your chin to stop you from moving too much, his grip is tight, one wrong breath and he’ll tighten it more so you sit still.

All of the sudden, his grin widens, but not in a good way. “Or maybe you’d like what I originally planned more.” The dark glint on his eyes becomes evident, “But let’s get you fed first. It’s been hours since you’ve passed out and you must be starving after that long!” And it switches up all too suddenly. It’s as if the man forgot that he kidnapped you and did monstrous things to your family.

He then places the tray on a desk near the bed. Childe eyes the handcuffs on your hand and shrugs, “You’ll get used to this.” He assures you, taking the hot, steaming bowl of soup and placing it near your face, the spoon already scooping the broth and placing it in front of your lips.

“Come on. Say ‘ahh’” the ginger-head instructs, blowing air on the spoonful of stew so you’re able to consume it. You wanted to protest but your stomach grumbles before you can do so, making the harbinger chortle. “Might as well open your mouth. It’ll make things easier for you… And your stomach.” He points out.

You purse your lips, shaking your head. This causes Childe to frown heavily, “You really are stubborn, aren’t you?” His jaw clenches, “You’re lucky I’m a patient man. Now, eat.” He shakes his hand, a little too aggressively but not enough to spill the bouillon. “No,” You furrow your brows, turning your head away from the spoon. “You heard me the first time.” You argued back, your fists already clenched. You would’ve thrown a punch on him if you could if it weren’t for the handcuffs.

“You really don’t know who you’re messing with, [Y/N].” The way he spoke your name was strong, almost intimidating. “I can shut the fucking mouth of yours if I wanted to. Hell, I’ll do that right now.” Childe smiles grimly, the sinister gleam on his eyes shine, the hand that was holding the spoonful of soup placed inside of his mouth, his free hand clutching onto your shirt and pulling you raspingly into his lips, forcing you to drink in the hot liquid.

You feel his tongue penetrate through your lips, forcing them open. Your chin was trapped between his fingers and he uses this to tilt your head backwards so you can drink the broth that he pours. You feel yourself coughing into Childe’s lips but he doesn’t budge one bit, only pushing you down the mattress with his arm behind your neck. Your attempts in pushing away were fruitless, so your only choice was biting his lip until it bled.

Fortunately that worked, though he didn’t pull away instantly. He let his tongue explore your mouth before doing so, it seems like he was enjoying how the soup tastes mixed with his blood. Childe lets out a few breaths before looking down at you, the corners of his mouth still stained with a bit of red liquid and dried up broth. “Don’t you think I’m done with you. You barely finished a portion of the soup.” He chuckles, his hand making its way to the bowl to scoop more fluid into his mouth until your foot kicks his thigh, making him freeze and look towards you.

“I-I’ll eat… Just not from your mouth.” You try to reason with him but he continues to drink up the liquid, his cheeks puffing a bit from the soup taking up the space inside of his mouth. You just know that he wasn’t going to do it your way by the way he’s leaning down on you and pressing his lips against yours. Pouring in whatever he has in your mouth yet again. You furrow your brows as tears flow down your cheeks, the taste is bitter. It leaves a bad taste on your tongue and a fog in your mind.

You pant heavily, your chest was visibly rising from up and down as you stare up at Childe without breaking eye contact. The man didn’t show one bit of remorse for what he’s done to you. That shit-eating grin that was spread across his face shows it. He shuffles and rises up from the bed, taking the half-eaten bowl of soup before walking away. The moment he’s at the door, he turns his head to look back at you, eyes watching you from head-to-toe before nodding and walking away, seemingly amused.

You shake on Childe’s bed, throwing your head back as you sob. What have you fucking gotten into? Your eyes are squinted tight, your wrists are still painfully wounded from how forceful Childe was when handling your body not too long ago when you’re trying to set them free from the chains. To set yourself from things getting worse. You couldn’t stop wiggling your body on the mattress in an attempt to loosen yourself from the handcuffs.

This could’ve ended differently… Maybe if you knew and saw the red flags in his letter or the way he acted when he was around you, you would’ve escaped. But you should doubt that. The man’s a Harbinger, a child who fell into the Abyss, a striving and unmatched warrior and most importantly, a manipulative companion who always gets what he wants. And you being a long-time friend only worsens it since the both of you knew each other more deeply than anyone else. He knew your weaknesses, your likes, dislikes and everything.

And you don’t know any of his weaknesses. It was hard to guess. You only knew a few and it was you. But being his weakness also means being his strength, you know how you get him. You were his source of motivation. If you weren’t then he wouldn’t be torturing people to tell him about your whereabouts ever since your family cut ties with him.

“Don’t sleep on me now~ We still have yet to clean you up!” Childe chimes in the room once again, a towel in his hand as he approaches and kneels on the floor. His arms are on the mattress of the bed, his head firmly placed in between them as he stares at you. “I haven’t bathed you properly and seeing the stains on your shirt, you wouldn’t be comfortable sleeping in something dirty, right?” He attempts to sway you. “I may be a bad guy, but I’m no monster.” You wanted to laugh. What the actual fuck does he mean by that?

You decide not to protest. You were too tired to do so and your lips could barely sound out a breath. “Good girl.. You’ve finally learned your lesson!” Childe grins at the wig hut of your tired face, the blush on your cheeks evident from the messy and hard kisses he’s been giving you. He trails his finger on them, slowly moving them downwards until they reach your neck, carefully grasping it, causing you to choke on your deep breaths.

“Good girls deserve rewards, correct?” Childe tilts his head with that stupid grin on his face. He must be proud at how much of a mess he’s made out of you. How much control he has over you. He knows you know it, he’s laughing to himself right now. “So let me reward you..” His smile drops, as well as his voice.

He didn’t waste a millisecond to bring his right arm under your knees and his left arm beneath your back. Shaking you a bit so that you wouldn’t sleep when he bathes you. “Stay awake for me, pretty. Don’t want you drowning.” He snickers with a teasing grin on his face. He takes quick but careful steps to the open door that leads to the bathroom. He sat you down in the bathtub and prompted you to take your clothes off. You can feel the embarrassment bubble up inside of you as well as your jaw tightening. “Come on, now. Don’t get too shy~ You’re gonna get used to this soon enough.” he traces the shape of your cheek before he lets his finger move lower to your neck to unbutton one button of your collar.

“You’re a big girl now, right?” He murmurs softly, grabbing your hand and placing it on your shirt, silently commanding you to undress. “But I don’t mind if I could do it instead. I’d be more than happy to see you trust in me in this.” Childe was trying his best to go easy on you. He knew he wouldn’t go anywhere if he continued to torture you.

He’ll make sure he’s all you can rely on. The only person you can trust in this dim cabin in the middle of nowhere.

“No.. I can do it.” You push his hand away as you slowly unbutton your shirt, each time you show a bit of your skin with each button, his gaze intensifies. He couldn’t help but put his hands on the sides of your stomach, his thumb brushing the soft and bare skin. He leans in and uses his teeth to drag the collar of your shirt to the side to reveal more of your figure. “So pretty..” he praises, licking a stripe of your shoulder. You sat there, frozen and clutching onto his shirt, attempting to push him away.

He notices this and controls his urges. He’s not gonna do anything, yet. “Undress the rest of your clothing for me.” He pulls away and stands up to discard his gloves. You do as he says and unzip your jeans, kicking them off. You were only left with your undergarments and the way he eats up every bare skin of your body makes you feel unsafe to what he’s gonna do next.

Childe really has a hard time breathing at the sight of you. God he’d just take you there right now but he slaps himself to the thought of it. “Not yet..” He scolds himself internally. He’ll do it once the time is right. For now, he needs you cleaned up. “Take those off too.” You swore you heard a low grunt at the end of his sentence but you didn’t dare question it. You unclip your bra from behind, struggling a bit from taking it off before finally letting it fall off your shoulders and onto your lap.

Childe stares at you, admiring every curve and contour but he snaps out of it once your hands lowered to take off your underwear too. His eyes were stuck on your lap and at the sight of your cunt. He lets out a heavy huff he didn’t know he was holding for so long and grabs your undergarments, placing them in the sink. A moment later, he turned on the water faucet and washed your naked body with soap. Occasionally brushing the scars (that he made) with his thumb to soothe you (as well as admiring it as if it’s a work of art.)

It didn’t take too long to finish bathing you. It’s probably the first time you’ve behaved around him but that doesn’t mean you’ll tolerate him for long. Childe gently grabs your chin and tilts it upwards for your eyes to face him. You thought he’d do something he wasn’t supposed to but he just simply caressed the bruise on your cheek. You could only sigh and hope whatever he wanted to do just finishes.

“Let’s get you settled..” Childe gets up from his kneeling position and grabs a white towel. He turns his head and gestures to you to get out of the tub. You did what he commanded and stood up from the water and stepped out of it. You cringe at the cold breeze meeting your skin as the water droplets sticking on your drop to the ground.

You notice the ginger-haired man’s hesitance when seeing your bare body in all of its glory. The water made your skin glisten a bit, all he wanted to do now was mouth your neck, your collarbone, literally anywhere. He wasn’t being picky at this point. He just wanted his hands all over your body.

He couldn’t contain himself much longer and dropped the towel as he desperately strides towards you to wrap his arms around your waist and pull your wet body on his clothed one. His hands obsessively ravaging your hips and your back, “Fuck… So pretty for me, yeah?” He grunts at the feeling of being so close to you, chest-to-chest, trapped in his arms with no escape and no choice but to deal with his horrid affection. “All for me…” His fingers pat your bare hip until it reaches your ass, squeezing it lightly. You froze and clutch onto his shirt, “Stop… Please..” You plead, but he growls. “Fine..” he responds but doesn’t let you distance yourself from him.

Childe grabbed the towel that fell on the floor, he turns to you again and dry your body up, periodically brushing your intimate parts with his lips, saying it was to quicken the process. He wasn’t even trying to make a better excuse.

With one last stroke of the towel around your breasts, he pulls away and admires his work. “I’ll get you some clothes. Come with me.” he places the towel on a towel rail and leads you to– most likely– his room.

He sits you down on the edge of the bed as he explores through a closet of clothes. Maybe… Just maybe you could knock him out. He was really distracted at the moment but you don’t have anything to attack him with. Even if you did, you’d be dead. He’s not that weak nor does he have slow instincts to sense what’s wrong.

“Hey..” Childe snaps his fingers in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance. Your eyes widen and blink a few times before looking up at him, confused. Childe stares at you for a moment before letting out a chuckle and sighing, amused at your act. “Done daydreaming, sweetheart?” he teases before handing you some folded group of clothes. “You’ll catch a cold if you stay like that for too long. But I don’t mind such a sight either way… I’ll think of other ways to heat you up if you let me.” He smirks and you internally cringe at his remark in trying to bed you.

“I’ll be fine. Thank you, Childe.” You grin awkwardly at him and attempt to grab the clothes from his hands but he refuses to give you it. “[Y/N].” He spoke your name. He sounded mad, as if you did or said something wrong and offending. “Yes, Chil–”

“Don’t call me that.” He cuts you off with a stern tone. The way his eyes narrow at how your lips voiced out his name— his codename to be specific. A name that’s normally used by either enemies or acquaintances that he's barely close with. “It’s Ajax.. Just call me that, [Y/N]. It’s just two syllables and four letters.”

“...”

Childe notices your silence and sighs, feeling frustrated. “Just this once at least.. Please?” he begs and you swore he looked pathetic like that. You can’t believe this is the exact same man who just committed manslaughter yesterday and got rid of your whole family. “...Ajax.” You mussitate, a hint of annoyance within your tone from his persistence.

You were unable to catch the self-satisfied smile he had on his lips. Childe lets out a content hum as he places the pile of clothes on your hands and pushes you to sit on the edge of the bed. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He expresses his mirth fatuously, “Get dressed. I’ll take a bath. Behave for me, alright? Don’t go out without my permission.” He spoke softly, holding your shoulder, his grip was threatening but soon enough softened, taking it out of your body. He stared at you for a moment, his gaze on you didn’t waver as he studied every detail on you.

With a turn of his heel, he left and entered the bathroom, closing it and locking it as water started running inside.

You sat on the bed's edge. Feeling overwhelmed, the sound of his voice, the way his touch sends shocking shocks through your body. You were overthinking what had just happened and didn't see how your body began to shake from the cold. You wore the long-sleeved sweater and pajamas gently, shaking the thoughts out of your head. It strangely fits... Did he get your size while you were sleeping? But it didn't appear brand new if he did manage to get your size and buy clothing for it.

You stood up and walked onto the exit door of the bedroom you were in, looking towards the door where Childe was bathing. When you're close enough, you palm the knob and turn it slowly so as not to create too much noise.

The corners of your lips raise a bit when you successfully open the door but it soon drops when you hear another door creak behind you. “What do you think you’re doing?” an austere voice rumbles from a few feet. Slowly turning your head, you’re met with the sight of Childe’s bare chest that was dripping with hot water.

You were so distracted by his sudden closeness that you didn’t notice his hand closing the door while leaning in front of you so it couldn’t be opened. “Be a dear and get out of the way.” his tone wasn’t as gentle as before. You warned yourself not to get him mad or else you’ll face something you’ll regret. You let out a sigh as you take a step to the side and awkwardly walk towards the bed to sit there again. Childe seems to calm down from the way his shoulders slump as he locks the door. He turns to look at you before making his way over to the bed, “Look at me.” he commands, gripping your chin harshly.

Once making eye contact with you, he stayed silent. You knew what he was saying from how his eyes were narrowing while he let out uneven, heavy breaths.

It didn’t take long for him to pull away in pure silence so he could dress up. Once finished, he crawls over to you and forces you to lay down on the mattress with his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you locked within his embrace. You feel his nose brush up against your nape, breathing in and familiarizing your addicting scent. “You smell divine..” The man murmurs from behind, his hand palming your stomach in a loving way. He feels the way you tense up from his touches and he hums, grinning from the feeling. “Relax… I won’t do anything yet.”

His ‘reassuring’ words only served to stiffen you up. Childe sighs before his grip tightens around you and wraps a leg around your pair. He decided to just stay silent, assuming you’ll get used to his presence around you soon enough. It’s not like you have a choice either way.

“Dear…” Childe murmurs longingly as he turns his body to face yours. He’s been tossing and turning all night during his sleep and he didn’t notice that until now. He opens his eyes tiredly with a sheepish smile as his arms wrap around the soft figure in front of him, “I’m so sorry about that… Did I wake you?” he asks, his tone tinged with a bit of guilt.

No response.

Childe purses his lips as he shakes his head and sits up, gripping what seems to be your shoulder and forcing you to look at him.

But it wasn’t you. It was just a pillow.

Upon his realization, he quickly got up and searched around the house for you. It’s not like you’ve gotten far, right? Not to the point you’re outside the cabin he’s trapping you in. All the doors were locked, windows closed shut so that your weak body couldn’t open it.

That is, until he noticed the front door lock on the floor. He wouldn't have seen your escape if it weren't for the gleaming metal flashing in the dark. As he slammed the front door wide, he noticed footsteps, footprints pointing towards the woodland that encircled the lodge. He grits his teeth before donning the dark, heavy coat that had been hanging nearby before stepping out to get you and take you back inside.

Even though everything was dark, he could see where he was going. Where you were going. It won't be long before he catches up with you. He realizes you didn't go very far. You're too lost in this forest and you'll end up back where you started(. There’s a reason why he set up this specific forest when trapping you). Do you really think you can escape him that easily? He chuckles to himself. It’s amusing. It’s good to have some determination, some hope at least, but it’s also good to be realistic.

You ran and ran as fast as you could, away from the cabin in the woods, away from the creature within it. Your feet hurt severely. You’ve underestimated how harsh the winter of Snezhnaya is, how the breeze alone causes your whole body to turn numb from the cold. What’s worse was that you couldn’t stop moving no matter what. Even a single second counts, driving you closer to your escape.

You struggle to breathe after all that movement, causing you to stumble against a thick tree root. You pant, taking heavy breaths to regain your composure but you can’t really be calm in a situation like this, can you?

You stood up, dusting the snow off your clothes as you continued forward, trembling a bit from feeling the sudden warmth rising up your body. Fuck… This is gonna be the death of you..

You hear footsteps tapping behind you, approaching you slowly and surely. A howl can be heard from behind that was soon followed by a growl. You slowly turned your head in search of the source of the sound and quickly regretted it. The sight of the darkish Rifthounds glaring at you sent a shiver on your spine. They were quite far but it didn’t take awhile for them to start noticing your presence and preparing to teleport or sprint at you.

You saw the Rockfound Rifthound instantly turning its body, disappearing for a second before appearing right in front of you, about to swing its tail to attack you. You shriek out loud, your legs instinctively move to the opposite direction only for you to instantly get knocked forward when feeling the tail make contact with your back. Groaning, you attempt to get back up, ignoring the sights of the Whelps drawing nearer towards you.

You clenched your fist before grabbing a big enough rock and throwing it at the Rifthound that just attacked you to catch it off guard. Seeing it roar in pain and the Whelps looking towards their leader, you took this chance to escape from the creature's grasp.

Never have you felt this much adrenaline rushing through your vines. You felt so dead yet so alive right now…

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a static of Electro rotating over to you. The projectile makes an impact on your side, causing you to get pushed and injured in the process. You grunt gutturally, clutching your hip and left arm, hissing as the sting worsens the more contact it has with your hand and other solid things.

You look over to your side, spotting a Thundercraven Rifthound nearing you along with its accompaniment of Whelps. Your hands swiftly touch the ground swiftly, moving it in hope to find another rock but to no avail.

You were trying to think of a way to escape this but there was no way out. You were surrounded by the mobs, and they looked like they wouldn’t let you off the hook easily. You spot a current of Electro and what seems to be aiming at you. You pulled your arms to your face, blocking whatever was about to touch you.

You hiss at the feeling of the electrifying scratch on the small reveal of your skin and twitch when hearing the wail of the Rifthounds around you. Another guttural sound erupts not so far from where you sit, causing you to press your face deeper into your arms.

“Get up.” Someone spoke, their tone serious and authoritative.

It took about a few seconds to do exactly that. You spot that the Rifthounds were gone, only leaving parts of their body left behind. You knew you weren’t strong but it did surprise you that every single one of them was taken care of. “T-Thank you, mister–?”

“I said– Get Up.” His voice booms through you, causing your ear to ring a bit. You perk your head up with your eyes squinted, “Apologies… I–” A breath was taken away from your lungs upon feeling the man’s hand wrapped around your neck, dragging you from the ground up to the sky. The hand squeezes your throat tightly, making you swing your legs on instinct to kick whoever was holding you. “All under my mercy now, huh? What happened to your acts of disobedience? Did it all get thrown out the window once I teach you your lesson?” The man scoffs, harshly dropping you on the snowy ground and kicking you on your stomach, making you turn and tumble down into a group of bushes.

You hiss, the feeling of small pricks picking into your skin, causing small but nasty scars that leave you groaning. You couldn’t see, some even scratched near your eyes and for you not to get blinded by them, you squint your eyelids shut.

“Please– I’m sorry! Let me out!” You sob, trembling in fear, in the stinging pain of the pricks. “Oh, are you now?” The man walks towards the bush, tapping his foot as he watches you struggling. ”Do you mean it?” He plants his foot on top of the bush, slowly but surely deepening its form to strangle you more.

“Yes– I do! Agh–”

“Beg for your life if you mean it.” He deepens it once more. Even if you were under this confined space of a bush, you can spot the sadistic grin plastered on his face, clearly enjoying every second of your suffering. “P-please… I plead.. For mercy. Please.. I can’t br–eathe-hah!” You breathe heavily in between your words, the form of the bush only trapping you little by little. “Do you promise… Pinkie promise to not escape out of my grasp? To obey my every command, dearest?” You feel your hand being taken out of the bush and into the cold air outside. You whine, feeling the small pricks touch your skin in the process.

A pinkie awaits to intertwine with yours, “I’m waiting.” He reminds by delving his foot deeper, causing you to cry out in agony and wrapping your pinkie around his, “I promise! Please!”

“That’s my girl.” He jests in amusement as he pulls away, cracking his knuckles and stretching his body to dive in and carefully but surely pull you out of the spiky bush. He cringes a bit once spotting the small spikes in your skin. He sighed and decided to take care of them later since keeping you warm was his priority right now. Taking his jacket off and wrapping it around you, he made sure the pricks didn’t bother you on the way back to the cabin. He takes a look at the rose bush one last time before picking one of it up and placing it on the chest of his jacket.

He caresses the petals before his fingers meet your chin to tilt them up, “C’mon.. Rest. You’re gonna need it.” He hushes you quietly before forcefully closing your eyes.and pecking your forehead. You couldn’t soften up in his presence even if you wanted to but the way your body just betrays you, forcing you to go limp to gain rest it needs, it gave you no choice to stay awake even if you wanted to.

“You’re awake, I see..” A voice spoke from above. You twitch, turning your head to the source and furrowing your brows upon spotting the oh-so familiar, scarred and freckled face that was right in front of you. You attempt to push him away by nudging your knee against his abdomen but that was countered from a sharp pain coming from both your legs. “..Ahah–!” You let out a roar of discomfort. Chidle grins and jests upon seeing your face contort in displeasure, “You should think twice before doing that. I still haven’t fully catered your body yet.”

He pulls your leg lightly which is enough for your body to get dragged onto his lap. “Don’t move.” He commands, emphasizing it with a squeeze of your thigh.

You internally whimper when you feel him slowly but surely take the thorns out of your skin. “How cute.” he laughs softly, patting a wet, warm towel on the small open wound. “You’re doing great. Just as you should. Continue behaving for me, will you? It’s not like you’re going anywhere with these.” He plays around with the chains around your ankle that was connected to a wall. “It fits you well, don’t you think?” Childe murmurs lovingly, as if he’s admiring the work he’s done on you… Trapped, under his mercy, with no escape.

After finishing up the wounds on your left leg, he leans in close to your face, his hand cupping your waist to bring you closer to him, close enough to place a kiss on your forehead. “There we go… Such a behaved little thing.” Childe jests before standing up and dusting his pants. “Hopefully this will be enough for you. Sleep well, alright?” He pats and ruffles your hair, his hand sliding down to your cheek and caressing it. “Don’t try escaping me. Because next time, you won’t even get to be sleeping under this damnation.”

You tried to bite his palm because it was so close to your mouth, but he took his hand away and quickly brought it back to hit you, turning your head the other way as your cheek erupted in pain. His hand catches your chin and angles it violently in his direction as you hiss. He's grinning viciously, his eyes twitching with annoyance at your attempt to turn the tables on him again, “Still being a bitch? Thought you learnt your lesson… Maybe I should’ve left you to rot.” He snarled, gripping your chin tighter.

“Waste of fucking breath.” He pushes you against the wall and lets go of you, standing with a displeased expression and turning to take his leave as you groan in pain. You clenched your hands into a fist as you watched him climb up the stairs and reach for the door. Childe looks back, glancing upon you one more time before smiling in content to himself and shutting it, following with the sound of a key locking in.

You were now by yourself. But then again it was much better than having to be breathing the same air as the man who just hit you.

You side meets the dirty mattress under you as you hug your knees, seeing as he didn’t give you a blanket to keep yourself warm. You were unable to muffle down your silent sobs, clutching onto your own cheek as it continued to sting. You question… You wonder, why?

…Just why?

Ouch… Huh?

You groggily opened your eyes, the feeling of something biting your neck. A wet sensation was followed after and you instantaneously snapped out of your tired trance to grab whatever was in front of you. “Ah– Geez… Relax, will you? This mattress is dirty enough.. Wouldn’t want blood to stain it too..” Childe groaned, his hand groping your hip harshly to make you pause. He pulls his face away from your neck, wiping the saliva dripping from his mouth. “H-hey! Have you not had enough already?!” You screeched and tried to get him off of you but were unable to. “Shut it.” he scoffs, shutting your mouth by forcing his lips onto you.

He slips his hand underneath your shirt, touching every part he wishes. “You feel so divine.. I wonder how you’d feel around me, yeah?” He grins against your lips. His tongue intrudes into your wet cavern, drinking in your moans and muffled noises. The wet sounds of his mouth against yours, showing how desperate he is for your taste.

You whine, feeling Childe’s hand exiting your shirt to enter your shorts instead, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your clothed cunt. He sighs, pulling away from the kiss, admiring the string of saliva connecting your lips. Licking his lips, he brings his face close to you until you are nose-to-nose.

“Wanna try that out with me, my dear?”

#wiltedivinity ; wilting divinities #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #childe smut #tartaglia smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin yandere #yandere childe #yandere tartaglia #ajax x reader #dead dove do not eat #wiltedivinity ; childe - tartaglia

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saeyoungs-angel · 6 months

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Hi!!!💖

Could I ask for 3. “be more careful next time, i don't wanna bandage you up again.” and 11. “bite down on this, it's gonna hurt.” with Levi?🫶🏼

Whatever length you think suits these prompts best is okay!💕

⨳ tough love — aot

starring. levi ackerman & you

plot. levi's a bit fed up with your carelessness.

genre. fluff

cw. implied injuries, cussing

notes. you certainly can! thank u for being my first request:) hope u like it! go easy on me, its been awhile haha.

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! <3

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“ouch!” you grit your teeth, squeezing your eyes tightly shut as levi dabs your wound with an anti-infection ointment. nonetheless, his own eyes stay glued to the abrasion on your ankle.

you flinch once more from your seat on the toilet, “levi, please! you could atleast be gentle.” huffing, you plop your head into the palm of your hand.

“you act like i get this way on purpose..” mumbling does nothing for your case as he finally meets your gaze. “shut up.”

his tone is cold as usual, yet you hear an inkling of worry seep through—atleast you think you do. his fingers brush against your skin, setting it ablaze. you never have understood why you're so fond of the captain, he's harsh and mysterious, spicy you could say.

then again, you also never understood why he babys you so goddamn much. you can handle yourself, can't he see that? being in the top three doesn't just earn itself.

his monotone voice breaks your thoughts. “i should've never let you go out alone.” its a hushed sentence, yet you register every single word. cheeks boiling, you manage a meek response. “oh?”

his face hardens, “tch, spare me. just be more careful next time, i don't wanna bandage you up again, (y/n).”

you can't help yourself, you're grinning ear to ear. heart fluttering, you realize how much you truly cherish these little moments. you reminisce back to the first time he bandaged you up, he was much rougher than he is now. what changed?

your eyes fly open, “fuck! are you kidding me? that hurt so bad!” your tone is anything but calm, wishing nothing more than to bolt out of the bathroom you're both residing in.

for the first time, you notice levi's face contort a bit. why does he look less cold than usual?

“here, bite down on this, it's gonna hurt.” he softly hands over a clean white washrag, urging you to use it. you sigh, wondering why you ever agreed to this in the first place.

snatching it out of his grasp, you display a mien of annoyance before abiding by his words. biting down, you await his move.

not even a moment later, you're muffling a scream. you're too busy to notice, but levi flinches everytime a pained noise leaves your throat. poor (y/n), he thinks to himself. actions sure do have consequences.

“all done, you can spit that out now.” his tone is now soft, almost as if you could break. you happily do as he says.

you stick your tongue out, “yuck! now my mouth is dry.”

before you know it, levi is up and cleaning up supplies.

“hey, do you.. do you do this for anyone else?”

silence, you figure you're not getting an answer. once he's finally finished tidying up, he steps over to where you're seated on the toilet and places the smallest peck on your forehead.

“nope, only you.”

with that said, he leaves you bright red and confused, wondering what the hell just happened.

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ivystoryweaver · 9 months

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Based on this request by @whatthefishh: “are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop” + Steven Grant 🙈❤️

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In which you are a simpering mess for this adorkable man

Content: f!reader, Part 1: fluff, pining, bit suggestive, not beta'd - Part 1 can stand on its own, you do not have to read part 2 if you only want fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Steven Grant is something else.

Apparently, he vandalized the toilets in the Egyptian wing of the museum.

And got sacked.

Disappeared for a month.

And is now in your office, asking for his job back.

He has some nerve.

The thing of it is, you feel for him.

That is to say, you feel badly for him. You also feel other things for him. Such as attraction. Really intense attraction.

Which is not okay, seeing how he is several steps below your pay grade, begging for your mercy (ahem, professionally) and you cannot show any favoritism in hiring...or re-hiring, in this case.

"I'll get on my knees and beg, if it helps," he lets out a jovial little laugh, his dark curls rustling against his forehead.

That sentence would have sounded absolutely pathetic coming out of any other man's mouth. But Steven Grant is something else. You almost ask him to repeat himself just to hear it again.

"You see...it's just that you're the only one who's ever really been kind to me," he earnestly explains, leaning toward your desk, elbows resting on his knees.

Dark eyebrows shift back and forth - his brown eyes wide and pleading.

"And...well, I'd hate to take advantage of your kindness - "

Please. Please take advantage. Ugh, your intrusive thoughts are not welcome at this meeting.

"But I'd thought you'd be most likely to listen - you see, I have a disorder - "

"Sleeping disorder, right?" You interrupt, glancing down at his file. As if you need his file. You remember every word he's ever said. One time, he inadvertently let it slip that he used an ankle restraint and that just sent you...

"Oh, that? Eh..." He chuckles nervously, straightening up and scrubbing his hand over the back of his neck.

This is the day you learn Steven is a system.

All intrusive thoughts and unprofessional desires aside, this is something you take seriously. Steven has a diagnosis now - one you cannot ignore, nor can the museum use it against him. True, the toilets have been vandalized...by his alter. Not by him.

"I'd tell you more about why it happened, but you'd think me absolutely mad," he concludes, willing to share with you about his alter, but not an ancient Egyptian deity. Not today.

"Hey, don't talk about yourself like that," you respond, your eyes shining with sincerity and compassion.

There it is - the kindness you regard others with at all times - the dignity. Everyone has a fair shot with you, everyone deserves to be listened to. Sometimes Steven wonders if you would make a better therapist than a museum supervisor. Or perhaps he simply adores talking with you. And looking at you.

"Thank you," he breathlessly utters, his eyes glowing with gratitude, "for listening to me, I mean. Not many people do...listen to me, that is."

"I don't see why not," you return warmly. "I always enjoy our conversations, Steven."

That's not all you enjoy about him.

"Thank you," he repeats, blushing.

"So...which job is it that you're interested in?"

"Oh! Well, I'll take anything you'll give me. I'll do anything, really. Just say the word and I'm all yours."

Jesus.

Is it hot in here? Are you sweating? Oh god, you're staring. Are you staring?

Clearing your throat, you attempt to move this conversation along before you spontaneously combust.

"I think we have an opening for a tour guide," you inform. "Might be a little better suited to you than gift shop clerk. And it's not under Donna's purview."

"Oh god, really?" He gasps, his shoulders straightening from their typical, cute hunch. "You'd really let me interview - for a tour guide?"

"Of course," you sweetly reply. "We just need to set up a time for you to give me a private tour and I'll see what I can do."

The affection and adoration on Steven Grant's face is something you need to see again. Especially if you can be the cause for it.

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"Are you sure? Once I start I don’t think I'll be able to stop," Steven confesses, standing with you at the entrance of the museum's Egyptian wing.

Nearly every word out of his gorgeous, kissable lips drives you to distraction.

Feeling uneasy at your silence, he barrels on, "Just don't want to talk my way out of a job, is all."

"No, of course you won't, Steven, please. Go ahead."

So he does.

He talks and talks and talks about everything you pass by. And not just the major displays, but the tiniest bits of pottery, cracked and nearly forgotten. But not by him. His brown eyes glow with intrigue, his hands gesture animatedly.

He knows everything there is to know, even going so far as to point out that one of the name plates underneath one of the smallest, dullest, frankly most insignificant display items - is incorrect.

How has this man been stuck at the gift shop counter with Donna condescending to him daily?

He's actually managed to distract you from your desires - from your silly crush - and really impress you, professionally.

"Have I done it, then?" He sheepishly questions, pressing his palms together as if supplicating, then pulling them close to his chest. "Have I gone on too long?"

"No," you breathe, with heartfelt conviction. "It was amazing. You're amazing."

His eyebrows shoot up as he pushes up on his toes eagerly. "Wow, really?"

"Yes," you nod fervently, grinning at him. "You're hired. Congratulations, Steven."

Squeezing his hands into cute fists, he nearly shakes with excitement. "Thank you. Thank you so much!" And then, as if all his puppy energy bursts out of him, he pulls you into a quick, but strong embrace. The heat of his body electrifies you utterly.

"Oh, god, sorry. That wasn’t professional at all, was it? No. Please don't tell my boss," he laughs, attempting to joke his way out of his blunder.

You're reeling. Where others see an info-dumping nerd, you see a man so eager to please. And so handsome. And smart. How is he single?

"D-don't worry about it," you finally stammer, realizing he's withdrawn his fidgeting fingers to his chest. "No harm done."

"Sorry, I just get...passionate. I mean..." He gestures around him, his eyes sweeping over the ancient relics he knows so well - though his eyes ultimately land on you. "It's all so bloodly amazing, innit?"

"Yes," you laugh, although not mockingly. "I agree, it is. And I think this display is best left in your hands, Steven. I really do."

Taking you literally, he holds his hands up for inspection, turning them over adorably before thrusting them out toward you. "These hands won't let you down, boss."

Steven is still holding out his hands so you extend your own for a professional handshake. "Welcome to the team. Or - welcome back, rather."

The warmth of his palm enveloping your own sends a wave of desire surging through you.

Steven holds on a bit longer than most people would, his gaze falling on yours. "Thank you. Really. You don't know what this means to me. I don't know how I'll ever make it up to you."

You could think of a few ways.

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All my fluffy babes feel free to stop here and don't kill me for taking this suggestive prompt and making it fluffy! My NSFW fans, continue on to part 2 ->

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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months

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I’m hoping this is the inbox- pls help I’m used to just reading what’s in the tags on tumblr and never requesting anything 🥹

I hope you’re having an amazing day/night/whatever time of day it is for you-!!! I just found your blog and I am so happy I did!! I’ve been binge reading it but the fact that I found someone who writes for Creepypasta???? I’m??? In luv??? (platonically ofc) may I request some LJ with a fem!reader who has bpd and he’s their fp, carries his little music box everywhere she goes and always “talks” to him in public, not caring about any crazy looks she gets from people?

Also politely asking to be 🩶 anon (if you’re taking any ofc-)

Laughing Jack x fem!reader w/ BPD who has him as her FP!

UEUEUEUE im so happy to hear you love my writing sm ehehehe! always thrilled to hear people enjoying my stuff/that it makes them happy! i hope you enjoy this, i havent written a reader with BPD before so i hope this is decent! also also youre doing wonderful; requesting i mean! i dont think theres many rules against how youre meant to request (every blog is different though!!)

honestly i think hes genuinely thrilled to be taken around and about with you in his little box! usually hes sitting in his box waiting for an unfortunate soul to take it home; its been like this for... a while now... so actually being able to go around and see things is a nice change of pace! plus it makes him feel more included in your life rather than just being an "at home friend"

i think in the beginning youre going to have to ask him to pipe down a little since he might talk a little too loud... like near yelling because hes just so excited

loves helping you shop :)! quick heads up though he might beg you to buy stuff you guys dont need

general silly ideas aside, i think hed be chattering the entire time so you two probably always have a conversation going on whenever you guys are out

probably sneers at people who give you looks tbh, will probably trip them if they decide to be a little ruder and mutter something under their breath while theyre passing by you... i mean they cant prove anything! they just tripped on air! jack totally didnt swipe one of his long arms out and tug their ankle back!

the only downside is that jack cant do much outside of talking and sneaking stuff around since him just fully popping out his box might blow his cover, you know? doesnt mean he doesnt have the urge to jump out when he sees you getting a little stressed out or overwhelmed about your surroundings or when someone is being particularly cruel

though i dont doubt hes remembering faces; i mean at the end of the day hes still a clown that specializes in torment, do i really need to say what hes cooking up in his brain?

no in cases where you're beginning to struggle hes probably going to try to quietly urge you to disconnect and take a breather

keeps your favorite candies on him at all times and slips them into your hand, probably does the same to any stress/fidget toys you may or may not have.. though i do hc he can just materialize certain things and i can easily see that sort of thing falling into something he can just yoink into existence

very good at reassuring you of your worth and how much you mean to him; this is a general thing but i think he makes it more of a point if self image is something you particularly struggle with

who would have thunk it, the clown with abandonment issues is good at reassuring others that hes not going to go anywhere

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagine #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #laughing jack x you #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack imagine

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jmvore · 4 months

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» WARNING › nothing, just fluff, jimin’s stressed, guitarist! Jimin, indie!Jimin, he and darling are on a mini-vacation, hint at Jimin going to therapy. bruised up!jm » SONG PLAYING › I don't wanna by jagged edge, promise by jimin » A/N › this takes place one week after that other ask. I wanted to write something else for it, didn't want to leave it on a sour note but, this is simply Jimin trying to cope with his injuries.

thank you for reading! & remember: you nice, keep going.❤️ › masterlist ‹

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[05:45pm] You wake to an empty bed, unsure of where Jimin is or what he is up to. Things have been hard for him since the incident that happened last week and you wanted to help take his mind off of things. It kills him not being able to dance with his students. Forced to sit on the sidelines and not being able to pressure on his foot until it fully healed. Needing help from other teachers just to teach his own class.

You see the toll it’s taking on him every time he comes home. It hurts to know you can’t do anything about it but to console him when he does break down because no matter how many times he says he's fine, his actions say otherwise.

So with the children’s quarterly break at the school and your firm’s available cases slowing down, you decided to make plans for the two of you. It gives you the chance to take a much-needed vacation. A place accessible but secluded. A place where it could be you and him without any interruption. A place he doesn't have to think about anything, just simply relax.

You sit-up to rub the crust from your eyes and shake yourself awake. The chords of strings linger from a distance and the thought of why he's up so early crosses your mind. That is until your ear pick up the sound of rain. Jimin loves the rain. He once said that rain cleanses you from unwanted ties and vibes.

Another strum of chords and you're up to find him. If you know him by now, you know he’s either by the sliding glass door in community room or by a window watching the rain fall.

You swing your legs off to the bed to slip on your houseshoes before grabbing your purple silk robe to wrap around your body. You follow the sound of the noted he pluck.

"Petal?" You call out to him as he mentions he's by the patio door. “Hey.”

"Hey… Did I wake you?"

"No." You stand next to him as he continues to play in small increments. His brows scrunch together and you can tell he's concentrating on something. You can see his foot lying on the cold floor, turning to grab the pillow from the dining chair and placing his foot on top. "I was just wondering why you were up. checking on you."

“Ah,” He smiles but it doesn't reach his ears. Something that's been happening as of late. “Thinking. Playing…”

You hum, “Anything I can help you with?”

"No, it’s okay, darling.” You frown but nod, knowing he's not going to -. “I, um, I re-wrapped my ankle bandage so you didn't have to."

"Baby..." You sigh, sliding down the wall to sit next him as he tries to avoid eye contact. He's doing what he can to help. You know that but you dont mind helping him too. "I told you, you didnt have to."

"I wanted to."

You nod, letting the silence fall around you. You hate not knowing what he's thinking.

Instead, you change the subject.

“It sounded pretty.” You glance at his trembling hands, placing your own on his thigh. “Can I hear it again?”

He nods, holding the guitar to begin strumming the notes he has on the paper. You listen intently as he sings the words given to him. His voice delicate and sweet, it makes you feel as if youre in a trance.

"It sounds so good."

He puts the guitar aside and smiles, holding his arms open for you to move into. Youre careful not to bump his ankle but you lean back to fast and accidentally bump into his ribs.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry!" You turn over to apologize, frowning as he double over. "I forgot about your ribs baby im sorry."

"I-It's okay."

"No its not." You frown, standing up to help him to his feet. "Lets go to the couch."

He nods, trying his hardest to hop beside you as to not mess with his ankle. The sooner it completely heals, the better.

You sit first, hiking your left leg up and leaving your right off the couch to accommodate him. He lays down between your legs and sighs, happy to be off his foot.

"Do you wanna watch something?" He asks, reaching for the remote.

"We can. Or we can talk."

“I don't wanna think.” He shakes his head as he turns to lay on your stomach. “Please…”

You turn on something random as the both of you get comfortable. You don't say anything, simply watching him as he watches television, carding your fingers through his hair. It doesn't take long for the rain to do its magic once the box of you fully relax into each other.

And eventually, sleep began to invade you.

"I love you, Darling,” He whispers the moment you kiss his forehead. Holding his left hand out for you to enclosing yours within. He gives it a gentle squeeze and you cant help but reiterate the words back.

"I love you, Petal."

You know it's going to take time to heal (and maybe some additional help) but you're willing to help him. If he wants to help himself.

#jimin x reader #jimin scenarios #jimin fanfic #jmvore #bts scenarios #jimin x you #bts masterlist #masterlist #park jimin #jimin #bts jimin #bts fanfic #bts x reader #wild thoughts!jm

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What’s this? Two things in front of Kanon’s door: a large package big enough to fit a human and nearby it, a strange-looking microwave oven that from its many modifications, couldn’t even be called a microwave anymore; its leg lightly pushing said box to be followed by it taking out a box of chocolates from its interior to put on top of the larger package.

The large box opens to the sight of an unconscious man with mossy green hair in awfully gaudy clothing, his body laid on top of a bunch of roses, his own blood seeping onto them from a fatal blow on his head. Stuck upon his right ankle are three glittery tranquilizer darts.

And about that chocolate box, there was a note, or rather series of notes…

To: Kanon-san

Happy Valentines, if you even celebrate that shit, I barely do.

My guild and I caught a good-for-nothing pimp in the wild, do whatever with the body.

I’d have more things to say but I’d rather tell them in person, y’know?

P.s, it could regain consciousness by the time it gets there. —⚡️

yeah uhh thats his way of saying he wants to be your next test subject LOL — Ψ

That’s bullshit. ⬆️

When Kanon was notified that something was on her doorstep, she was annoyed. Reika and Sakura were already there at her “home” with Reika trying her damn hardest to get her to sing at her Gala tonight, and Kanon didn't have the patience to deal with any more visitors. Kanon raised her eyebrow at the sight of the moving microwave, giving her a box of chocolate. She had to admit that it was a new one.

However, the sight of the unconscious male made a deranged smile spread across Kanon's face. Her eyes flickering alight with pure madness. When suddenly, much to her displeasure, Reika snatched the note out of her hands to read with Sakura looking over her shoulder.

“Oh my God…oh my God!” Reika shouted, losing her mind. “Someone sent you a Valentine’s! You of all people!”

“I…I can't right now…” Sakura sputtered, not wanting to believe this. “Who the hell would send you of all people a fucking Valentine’s!”

“I know, right? Like out of all people to ask to be your Valentine, you pick Kanon of all people? The psychotic bitch who's known for cutting people open?”

“I have to worry about this person's mental stability if they wanna get Kanon's dead black heart. Are they okay? Do they need mental counseling?”

“In case you two have forgotten, I'm still here.”

Ignoring the mad scientist, Reika and Sakura continued to scream about the fact that someone sent Kanon a Valentine’s. Rolling her eyes at their dramatics, Kanon bit into one of the chocolates she received. She didn't care for this damned holiday besides all the chocolate she got on a discount when it was all over. Still, at least her sender had the decency to get her gifts she would like.

Speaking of gifts, Kanon noticed that the man was starting to move more than before. Ah, it seemed like the tranquilizers were beginning to wear off. Well, it would be rude of her to waste the specimen someone had gifted her. Perhaps today wouldn’t be so goddamn awful. At least she got a “bloody Valentine’s” out of it.

“Well, I suppose I must thank whoever sent me this. Hahahaha! Fine, let's meet one day. I wonder if you're brave enough.”

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unpredictable-probabilities · 5 months

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Azul Ashengrotto of Royal Sword Academy || Chapter 13: Daring to Fly

Summary:

After donning Scarabia's dorm uniform, Azul chooses to spend the rest of his visit at an unexpected spot: the dorm's very own rooftops.

Word Count: 3,688

After a quick stop by the kitchen, they've reached the tall and tidy storage chamber, filled with decorations, shelves, robes, supplies, tools and plenty more. Jamil easily finds a uniform around Azul's estimated size before continuing onward and then arriving by a large door.

"You can change in here," he gestures with a small jerk of his head, opening the door and revealing the Prefect's room, large in size with a canopy bed and a wondrous balcony view.

A lush carpet lies on the floor, with pillows, books, a trunk, a desk, and a short bookcase. On top of the bookcase is a headset, a radio and a first-aid kit.

Past that, the room doesn't have much in decoration, a testament to its owner's preference to minimalistic simplicity.

"Just head inside and I'll wait for you here. You can knock on the door once you're done."

"Your room looks incredibly comfortable," Azul says appreciatively. "I might just fall into a nap in there." He smiles playfully at Jamil as he walks through the doorway.

"Heh. Careful. I won't be waking you up if you do," Jamil quips back, smiling.

He quietly closes the door.

A few minutes pass, then there's a soft knock.

Azul is standing there in the red and black uniform of Scarabia, pulling at the strings of the hoodie uncertainly.

The fitted hem of the pants with the flame design wrap just above his ankles, and luckily the sandals seem to fit him just fine.

The dark colors contrast his fair complexion, made more noticeable by the sleeveless hoodie and vest exposing his skin from shoulders to fingertips, and the neckline being lower than RSA's uniform revealing his collarbones.

"Does this look okay?" Azul asks. "It does feel much more comfortable than my uniform, I just wonder if I look… odd in it." He fidgets with the vest.

He's so cute, Jamil thinks giddily.

"You look fine, don't worry," he smiles, leaning against the doorway. "It's definitely a new look for you, but trust me, you fit in well. Can you move around in it okay?"

"I think so," Azul says, turning to face the mirror in Jamil's room, his eyebrows furrowed.

He takes a fighting stance, one foot in front of the other, the knees slightly bent, and his fists raised in front of him.

He does a few punching and kicking techniques, a serious expression on his face.

Then he turns again and sees Jamil, looking surprised as if he just remembered that Jamil is there.

Azul's face flushes and he hastily stands up properly again.

He clears his throat and smiles shyly. "Sorry. It's a habit to do that with every new outfit I wear. I did that with the suit I wore at the Winter Ball, too. I like to make sure that I can fight no matter what I'm wearing, just in case."

Greats, he's so cool, too.

"I do the same," Jamil reassures Azul. "Glad to see that you won't be killed while you're wearing that."

He enters the room and opens one of his cabinet's drawers, taking a few sheets of paper out.

He hands them to Azul. "Here are the study sheets… What made you wanna help them? Was it really over information about me?"

Azul chuckles and takes the papers. "Thank you. And I decided to help them because they were asking me to convince you to provide easier study sheets for them, but I didn't want to meddle in how you run your dorm."

He looks through the copies that Jamil gave him."These are very similar to what I use with Rielle and our friends when we're studying for exams, so I offered to help your residents instead, so there would be no need for easier study sheets. They were suspicious of me offering help for free, though," Azul smiles in amusement. "And I… I asked them what they wanted to pay me with, and they said they wanted to know more about you, since they respect you a lot but you rarely hang out with them. One of them pointed out that that sounds more like another favor than something to pay me with," he chuckles. "But I did want to know more about you, so I told them that instead of me just answering their questions, it could be a conversation among all of us, and they could tell me more about you as well. I hope you don't mind."

Jamil looks bewildered.

He begins to try to piece it all together, automatically assuming that his dormmates are digging information to use against him.

But with how Azul and they have been acting earlier, he can only assume that the merman would be smart enough to tell if they were being sincere.

"That's... an unusual change of heart for them," he mutters, finding it hard to understand. "I had no idea they felt that way."

What the heck is he gonna do with that?

Azul leans against his cabinet and crosses his arms. "Change of heart? What makes you think that they haven't always seen you that way?"

"Why would they always see me that way?" Jamil shoots back.

"Why wouldn't they?" Azul counters. "They said that you're strong, handsome, smart, and dependable. Those things are all true, yes? Unless you've gone out of your way to pretend otherwise, of course that's how they would see you, because that's who you are."

"W h a t!?" Jamil sputters out, falling quiet for a moment before narrowing his eyes at Azul. "What sort of magic did you pull to get them to admit that?"

Azul smiles. "I didn't have to do anything. As soon as I asked why they respect you so much, they started talking excitedly. They admire you that much. Or perhaps it's just my RSA charm that got them to talk," he smiles playfully.

Jamil doesn't look like he wants to believe it but he eventually just shakes his head and sighs. "I suppose you're just that capable of impossible feats… But… if it is true, then how am I even supposed to approach that?"

A part of him does want to see them openly express those sentiments, but another part of him feels like it's going to hiss and shrink into the shadows as soon as it gets all their positive attention.

He... does think that hanging out with them might not be so bad, but it's hard to overturn a suspicion that he's harbored for more than a year.

Azul smiles softly at him. "You felt the same way about me back then, didn't you? I was the annoying RSA guy that you were forced to hang out with because of Floyd, and I'm willing to bet that you were suspicious of me as well. How did you approach that?"

"... I kept talking and getting to know you," Jamil answers. He wonders how he can do that to a whole dorm. "I guess we'll all see what we can do about it sooner or later. But… Thanks. They seemed a bit more relaxed by the time I came back."

"Indeed," Azul nods. Then he smiles and mumbles to himself, "I worried for nothing."

"Hm? Did you say something?" Jamil asks. He heard perfectly well what Azul just muttered, but admittedly he wants to hear it again.

Was Azul really worried for him about his dorm mates? Was that why Azul looked troubled earlier after he mentioned the traps?

That makes Jamil feel a soft warmth in his chest that he'd never admit to.

Azul blinks and looks at him, then smiles and shakes his head. "Just thinking to myself." He stands up straight and holds up the papers. "Thanks again for these."

Jamil gives him a searching look before nodding. "No need to thank me. You're the one who's gonna be tutoring them, after all."

He leads Azul back to the main lounge, where some of the students have formed a small huddle to whisper to one another. As soon as the both of them arrived, however, they were quick to disengage, looking up at them with curious gazes.

"How long do you think it'll take you to get the materials into their heads?" Jamil quietly asks Azul.

Azul hums thoughtfully. "A few days, perhaps a week at most, hopefully, since they'll already be familiar with the materials once we begin. Why do you ask? Are you worried about their exam scores?"

Some of the students aren't subtle at all about staring at Azul wearing their dorm uniform. Others even whispered to each other while following Azul with their eyes.

Jamil notices and gives them a scolding glare. Some clear their throats and look away, some decide to transfer their gazes to him or the both of them instead.

He turns his gaze to Azul, growing concerned. "Wait, does this mean you'll be coordinating with them online, or…? Listen, if this becomes another responsibility on your shoulders--"

"Don't worry, Prefect! We'll make it as little of a hassle for him as possible!" Convo-Hopper pipes up, having gotten out of the table since a while ago. "We're fast learners!"

"In fact, it could go even faster if you stick around and help him tutor us! You're the one who made the study sheet, after all!" Gossipmonger boldly suggests.

Jamil frowns at him, but says nothing to decline, and that's when the Violet-haired freshman asks, "When will we be starting? After Halloween, right?"

"Yes," Azul nods, smiling. "If you're all free by then. I'd speak with your Prefect about it to synchronize our schedules." He puts a hand on Jamil's back just for a moment.

The Scarabia members shoot a quick look at one another before amiably nodding.

"Looking forward to it, Mister Azul!" One of the students exclaims.

"This has been a very surreal afternoon…" Jamil sighs, still feeling Azul's touch on his back even when Azul had already let go.

"We're lucky that Housewarden's boyfriend is so nice!"

"Sshh!"

Jamil hears some of his residents whisper. He'll deal with those rumors later. For now, he wants to focus his attention on Azul.

"Is there a rooftop here that you like to frequent?" Azul asks him.

"A rooftop… I do, but it's only accessible by flight. We have a couple of brooms in here in case any of the rafters and rooftops need maintenance work."

"Ah, flying. On a broom that is not attuned to my magic," Azul says. "Just promise not to make fun of me," he tells Jamil playfully.

"Not attuned to your magic?" Jamil asks curiously, leading the way back out. "You have specialized brooms for mermen in RSA, or is it just for you specifically?"

"It's not that," Azul says as he follows Jamil outside. "I've done a lot of research on broom-flying, in the hopes that it would help me perform better. I read that brooms are similar to horses, in the sense that if they're already familiar with their rider, they're more likely to be calm and obey that rider's wishes. That's why Spelldrive players tend to have a favorite broom. Whether or not they're aware of the science behind how brooms recognize each individual mage's magic, they know that they perform best with the broom that they've used for a long time."

"Ohhhhh, so what you mean to say is that you bond with your broom back at RSA," Jamil says in amusement. "Well, just as much as a bond helps in one's broom control, they can sense whenever its rider has lost his focus or his nerve, so as long as you try not to panic so much, you'll be fine. I'll be close by to catch you if you fall."

The walk to the broom closet was not a long one, and soon they find themselves standing on one of the higher balconies, looking up at the rounded rooftops.

"... They're not as precarious as they seem." Jamil attempts to reassure Azul after a pause.

"Good to know," Azul says as he looks at the rooftops, his knuckles pale from how tightly he's holding the broom. He seems even more nervous than when they were about to fly on the magic carpet. "If I do fall hopefully it'll be on some soft sand dune."

"..."

Jamil stares at Azul's demeanor before he walks over and pats his shoulder. "We don't have to, you know. We can just stay here on the balcony."

Azul smiles at him and seems to relax ever so slightly. "I want to. I can't be afraid of flying forever, especially since Flight Class is mandatory, and flying is the only aspect of Knight Class that I have a really difficult time with. Now seems as good a time as any to face my fear," he looks at the rooftops again, gleaming in the afternoon sun.

"As determined as ever," Jamil chuckles. "How about we work up to it? While we're heading to the roof, you can come ride with me first."

Azul's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Are you sure? Have you ridden a broom with someone else before?"

"Yeah, of course," Jamil nods. Sometimes a Scarabia student would fall off his broom and he'd have to swoop in and catch them. And even then, he was already experienced since he was used to having Kalim ride with him when they were kids. He holds out his hand with a smile. "Come on. Don't you trust me?"

Azul looks at Jamil's hand and chuckles, then glances down and adjusts his glasses, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

He clears his throat and looks at Jamil again.

"Of course I do," he takes Jamil's hand.

Jamil's breath hitches at the touch, and he grins, the low afternoon sun catching his features in an orange glow. "You won't regret it. I promise." He straddles his broom and waits for Azul to clamber on. "Bring your broom with you so that you can use it once we descend."

Though he would not mind if Azul still chose to sit with him the entire time.

Azul nods and climbs on behind Jamil, his broom clasped in his left hand.

"Um, I'm not sure where I'm supposed to hold," Azul looks around at the broom uncertainly.

"It's a good thing we learned that I actually don't mind hugs beforehand," Jamil off-handedly comments in amusement. "Just try not to crush my stomach while we're going up."

Azul chuckles. "I'll do my best." He firmly wraps his right arm around Jamil's waist.

"All right," Jamil takes a breath. "Let's go."

Jamil kicks off, hovering several inches above the ground at first to make sure it's not too jarring for Azul.

Then, slowly and smoothly, he soars to the top of the tallest building. It was not too fast or too slow. Even with the winds getting stronger the higher they go, the broom's movement remains steady.

Jamil hears Azul inhale sharply behind him, and the arm around his waist holds him tighter as he feels Azul's torso press against his back.

"You all right?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder to look at Azul, all the while quietly relishing in the close physical contact.

"Sorry," Azul loosens his grip a little and leans away. "I'm… I'm fine."

"Take your time. Do you want us to reach the top already or do you wanna stay here to get used to the feeling of being in the air for a lil' bit longer?"

Azul takes a moment to answer, and Jamil feels his grip around his waist tighten slightly. "I'd like to stay here for a bit longer, if that's all right."

"Fine by me," Jamil calmly responds, leveling the broom so that it's neither tilting towards one side or the other.

"Is there a reason you wanted to come all the way out here?" he asks, glancing off to the sun in the distance.

Azul sighs, unwrapping his arm from Jamil's waist and simply gripping the side of Jamil's shirt loosely. "When we were in RSA's auditorium, we talked about our fears. And I've come to realize that I have quite a few, and I want to face each of them, starting with this one."

"Oh..." Jamil doesn't like the possibility of ever having to face any sort of bug in the near future. "Why?"

"Well…" Azul says slowly, like he's choosing his words carefully. "There are certain things I'd like to do, but I can't because I'm afraid. I want to learn to lessen those fears, at the very least, so they won't stop me from doing the things I want to do."

"I see... How are you feeling right now?" He begins to wonder if he can recall any tricks or advice in getting around one's phobias. "Planning on opening up a restaurant in the sky?"

Azul chuckles. "Something scarier than that, I'm afraid," he answers vaguely and wraps his arm around Jamil's waist again. "Alright, let's land on the roof now."

Jamil complies and lands up on the roof. Everything sounds so quiet up here, with only the wind whistling by.

He lets Azul hop off first before he follows, sitting on a spot where he had rested plenty of times before.

Azul hesitates, standing rooted on his spot and testing his balance first.

Then he carefully walks over and sits beside Jamil, looking out into the sprawling sands. "The sun isn't as hot now, and the breeze feels cooler. Though that's probably because of these clothes," Azul says. "Thank you for lending them to me."

Jamil glances at him, relaxed. "We can leave it as your honorary uniform for you to use whenever you choose to do those tutoring sessions... And I may have an idea that could help conquer your fear of heights but it's not gonna sound pleasant. What if… you try and fall?"

Azul turns to him with a horrified look on his face. "What!?" He looks down at the ground far beneath them. "From here?"

"Oh, I'm not saying we do it now!" Jamil reassures him. "And definitely not here! Baby steps. The fear of heights mostly comes from the fear of falling, right? Next time, we can find ourselves a low platform, jump from there, and get higher and higher until you don't feel threatened by heights because you know you'd be safe even if you do fall."

Azul nods, exhaling a breath of relief. "Alright." He furrows his eyebrows in thought. "Where do you think we can do such practice? Where can we keep falling without getting badly hurt?"

"That..." Jamil hums. "That I don't know yet. Perhaps we can find something in the town. I can ask around the school. Floyd will insist on something like parkour probably." He waves his hand to and fro. "We'll figure it out eventually."

Azul is silent for a few moments, looking thoughtfully at the desert beneath them. "Are there any trap-free areas here where the sand would be soft enough to keep falling on?"

Jamil stares out into the desert horizon. "There may be. We'll lack the platforms but we can use the brooms, and the point of the falling exercise is to practice using our magic reflexively fast enough before we hit the ground."

Azul stands up and picks up his broom. "Shall we, then?"

Jamil blinks at him. "You wanna do it NOW?"

Azul shrugs. "If you want to as well. Though I'd also be glad to just relax here on the rooftop. We can do it some other time." He smiles and lowers his broom again, waiting for Jamil to decide.

"Considering the upcoming Halloween Week, a small moment of peace might be what we both need right now. C'mere." He pats the spot beside him. "We'll worry about all that self-growth another time."

Azul chuckles and drops his broom. He sits next to Jamil and just stares in the distance for a long moment.

"Sorry," he says quietly. "I suppose I was just trying to distract myself. I'd been worried about Rielle and Kalim while trying to keep myself together so I could work on the Halloween preparations and help with Rielle's workload." He closes his eyes for a moment and runs a hand through his hair, sighing in tired exasperation. "But I shouldn't have tried to drag you along with me. You're right, instead of trying to keep myself busy all the time to forget about my worries, perhaps a moment of peace is what I need." He stares into the horizon with a faraway look in his eyes.

Jamil shrugs. "It's what I do when things get too much back at the Asims' Palace. If this is too boring for you, though, we can always do something else."

Azul shakes his head and smiles. "Not at all. I'm never bored with you, Jamil," he lightly hits Jamil's shoulder with his own.

The physical contact and the playfulness in Azul's voice remind Jamil of their conversation while he was in detention.

They were just joking around, though, weren't they? And Azul already kinda hugged him on the broom earlier, anyway.

Besides, a hug right now would be extremely out of the blue. It's not like they're saying goodbye already like last time.

Jamil takes in a breath and knows that there is at least something he can do in a situation like this.

He slowly leans against Azul's side, still and quiet and hoping the merman doesn't find this too intimate for his tastes.

Azul doesn't react for a moment, then Jamil feels him lean back against him, his posture relaxing. "Hm. Much better than jumping off a broom repeatedly," he says quietly.

Jamil chuckles, feeling himself relax in relief.

Closing his eyes, the song of peace and quiet surrounds the both of them until it was time for them to go.

…

Jamil makes sure to give Azul another small hug before his departure, this one a bit more sure than before.

Great Sands, he may be a bit more into this whole physical affection thing than he thought.

<- Chapter 12

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imaginethreehouses · 2 years

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Hi! I just found your blog and I love it! I was wondering if I could send you a seteth request! In which the female reader sprains her ankle, so he carries her back? I know he would worry even if it's just a little sprained ankle. And I'm just sure flayn sees them and is like yep she'll be my mother.

OMG hi! I'm so happy you enjoy my Seteth content! 🥺💙 Of course you can request this, Anon! I'm so happy to see more Seteth fans! Please request all the Seteth prompts that you have. I'll do headcanons because I never finish the full one shots I start, I hope that's okay... 😅

You sprained your ankle while you were training with your students, but you insisted on finishing the lesson and even stayed after they'd left to tidy up the training grounds.

It was there that Seteth caught a glimpse of you, awkwardly jumping around on one leg as you tried to finish your task.

The first thing he'd do is scold you, of course. Do you realise the example you are setting for your students, if you push yourself to work through an injury like that? Do you realise how much worse it can get if you delay seeking medical attention?

Not wanting to concede the point, you'd want to prove you're not actually hurt at all, and try to walk past him to leave after you've put the last wooden lance back in its place.

As soon as you put your full weight on your injured ankle, however, you'd predictably yelp in pain and then trip. Thankfully, Seteth has quick reflexes and is able to catch you.

It would be frankly embarrassing for him to reveal how many times he's wondered what holding you might feel like. Now that he knows, the memory of the moment will live rent-free in his mind.

Seeing that you're about to cry from the pain would make him feel bad, and refrain from scolding you further.

"Um, Seteth...?"

"You have my apologies. I was simply worried." He would say, breaking the eye contact and readjusting his grip on you to lift you off the ground. "I did not mean to stare."

Now it was your turn to be embarrassed. You were glad you couldn't see yourself, because you were certain you had to be blushing red an unnatural amount.

"That's fine." You'd awkardly tell him, avoiding eye contact in panic and holding tighter on to him as to not fall. "T-Thank you for helping me."

"It's nothing." He'd say as he starts to walk, just as awkwardly and stiffly, still trying not to let it show that he feels any sort of way about the situation. "Let's go. It... it won't take long."

Flayn could not help but to giggle at the sight of both your awfully embarrassed faces as Seteth walks into the infirmary with you. The sheer delight in both her and Manuela's faces lets Seteth know that he's doomed — he will never know peace again.

They'd both insist that he stays after he's carefully helped you sit on a stretcher. He'd agree, under the pretext that he'd like to make sure you'll see the whole intervention through.

Once you're both alone again —Flayn and Manuela would make sure that you are— Seteth would offer a more genuine, heartfelt apology for making such a big deal of the whole thing.

There were few things you enjoyed more than having Seteth fret over you. But if it made him actually feel bad, then it was no longer fun.

You'd take his hand and tell him that you all know he only does it because he cares. Frankly, that was all that he needed to hear.

He'd show you the most sincere, soft smile that you'd seen from him yet.

You would be tempted to ask him to lean down so you could kiss him then and there, but before you had the chance, he'd be stiffening up again, and giving some excuse to quickly make his leave.

"Not today", Flayn and Manuela would frown in disappointment from their hiding place. But surely, soon? We can all only hope it will be the case 🤭

#fe3h scenarios #seteth x reader #seteth imagine #fe3h #seteth #seteth x you

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asksep · 1 year

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Hello again!! I'm honestly surprised marcias never broken an ankle but I guess willpower can do wonders (or maybe she has had broken ankles and just ignored them, she certainly seems the type. Not that I'm one to judge if she has, I once broke an ankle at school and then went about my day and walked home lol), rip milo's finger though :(

Send spit fyre my love please, I'm sure he's hell to deal with but damn if everything I hear about him doesn't make him more endearing

No, I haven't named the cactus, I have a habit of accidentally killing plants within the first week I get them so I wait a week to name them so I don't get too attached :( we'll see if it makes it to monday and then perhaps I'll choose a name

I don't have a favourite kind of chocolate, I barely even like chocolate at all lol its just easy to hide in a pocket without getting caught haha

And now I have a question! You reblogged the post about wizard robes/lab coats and while obviously thats a joke, do wizards ever need to wear safety equipment? And if yes, what for, what kind and are there people who just don't bother or are far too lax about it?

Hello, happy weekend! Willpower is an amazing thing, can't believe you walked a day on a broken ankle though omg 😬

I told spit fyre and I saw his ego inflate in front of my eyes. He spent the morning trotting about looking dead pleased with himself so I think you've got a new friend😊

Oof good look, hopefully it will survive🤞

Understandable, I have a massive sweet tooth so I do love chocolate but given the choice I'd always go for sweets over chocolate

And ooh so there are a few different ways we look after ourselves if needed and there are different levels of protection. We also have a Wizard Tower Safety Committee supposedly to make sure everyone sticks to safety rules but I think they just enjoy doing the paperwork? We have risk assessments and proposals that we have to submit to them before doing any projects.

In terms of safety equipment the most basic one is actually our cloaks. It won't do much for anything physical or properly harmful but it can take the edge off any residual magyk flying around. Think along the lines of a low level SafeCharm

The next one is a SafeCharm which is probably the most common and versatile way of doing things. You pick and choose the charm depending on whether what you're doing could result in harm from physical objects flying about/physical harm from the spell/contact with the darke/permant changes due to the spell etc. For most stuff a personal charm works well (especially if they're passive so you don't have to keep up two spells at once) but for the more dangerous stuff we tend to work in pairs with one person keeping a SafeShield around whoever is doing the spell. The WTSC also has a rule against lone working so for anything practical you're supposed to have somebody else around in case something goes wrong.

After that we tend to pick and choose whatever is relevant to the specific spell we're doing. Some higher magyk or ancient charms get incredibly hot/cold when used so you might need gloves, some Charms can get explodey if you cast them wrong so you might need glasses to protect your eyes or some physical barrier to stand behind.

There's definitely a mix of attitudes towards safety measures, some go unnecessarily far and some don't bother (and are then shocked when they end up in the sick bay). Am not gonna lie though marcia and I are simultaneously the best and worst for safety stuff. We tend to be way too lax with the lower level stuff because at this point it's pretty unlikely to go wrong - or if it does we can deal with it relatively easily. For the higher magyk stuff we're much more careful though because a) if it goes wrong it goes wrong much more spectacularly and b) we're the ones that respond to spells going spectacularly wrong so something taking both of us out is Bad

I do think the WTSC enjoys pissing people off though, they seem to latch onto the most irrelevant things

#Marcia goes mad with them #which i think is fair enough #if you're working on a spell that could blow up if you cast it wrong #making sure to hold it at eye level to prevent neck strain when reading the inscription is not your highest priority

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Stuck in 1903

Part Two

Masterlist

Summary: Damon and Bonnie had come to your rescue, or so you thought, but it is Kai’s every intention to get close to you again

Pairing: Kai Parker x reader

Warnings: angst, smidge of fluff, mentions of smut, mentions of death, mentions of murder, bad friendships, mentions of poison, swearing

Word Count: 2052

Find Part One Here

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If the Other Side continued to exist, then you would be there rather than this subordinate prison world which had been designed for one bad witch. Kai's own kind feared him, you had experienced him mentally draining your energy, he was a chore to put up with, but he could do much more than that, you had learnt from Bonnie. He fed off magic, physically stealing it from bodies and items that harboured any of it, which had poisoned his mind to hunt for power. Your friends had informed you that he had murdered his siblings, well some of them anyway, and had attempted to do so to more of them. And now you knew, with supporting evidence, never to trust Malakai Parker.

Without Damon and Bonnie you had to resort to fending for yourself, which was not at all difficult since this version of Mystic Falls that you were trapped in was quite literally a ghost town. The forever enveloping silence was torture, though the method of ignorance had not been designed for you; it was all for Kai, and that unsettled you. There was one more thing that you had been dreading - the possibility that you could not escape from the remote isolation without the aid of the guest starring siphon himself. This hell was built to contain him for eternity, but now there was magic that he could use to his own advantage nearby.

Your cheek rested upon the side of your hand, mushing the flesh whilst your elbow was poised upon the countertop of the kitchen island in the Salvatore house. All of your concentration validated your deep thoughts, of which you were broken from as a plate was placed directly in front of you, a pancake decorated with chocolate chips and syrup to form a smiley face. Damon was the culprit as he threw a tea towel over his shoulder, expectedly looking at you.

"I'm not hungry." You informed the vampire, who simply frowned at your lack of an appetite. "I ate yesterday, which was technically today." Beneath the table, you crossed your ankles, as you earnt a sigh from your well aged friend; he clearly was not impressed by your behaviour. But you didn't know what he had expected from you, you had been trapped here for longer than you could remember, and alone until you had discovered the man that had been outcast by his own family. At the time you had not known of his murderous tendencies, and had wanted nothing more than to get away from him, and you wouldn't like to admit it but you even missed him a little.

He was annoying and cocky, and withheld crucial information from you, though there was something that contradicted that all. Whenever any one of your friends had suffered the fate of death, they were always attempted to be brought back to life against the natural order of things. It made you wonder and doubt a little if they had even tried to resurrect you. In this separated reality, there was no jurisdiction so that you could know, though each time that either Damon or Bonnie looked at you, you could swear that there was guilt written in their gazes.

"Look I knew being stuck here with Kai must have fucked you up-" he should have bit his lip, his assumptions were anything but correct. And that was proven as you defensively darted out of your seat and jabbed your finger in his face, making him pivot his jaw back. There were many things that were 'fucked up', and supposing that you were one of them because you had died after sacrificing yourself to ensure that they all continued to live just didn't settle right with you. The context of the morbid situation did not help with condoning any reassurance at all, in fact, it gave a spine to your lack of faith in him and the others in the first place. Out of everyone, it was inherently worse to be here with Damon, all he had cared about was his precious Elena as well as himself, and after existing for well over a century, that was insurance that he was never going to change.

"It wasn't him who did that to me, it was roaming this damned place by myself, I had no one. And as crazy as it sounds, I think spending time with the notorious Malakai Parker helped me keep what was to spare of my sanity. If I'm not wrong, I may even say that I've found more being here than dealing with the bullshit y'all cause back home." Perhaps your words were a tad harsh, if Bonnie were in the room you were sure that she'd have a somewhat understanding of what you were saying. Though she was not, and thus you had to deal with the harshness of her best friend all by your lonesome. And it seemed that you had rattled him, apparently he couldn't handle the truth.

"Then why don't you run back to the sociopath? When we discovered that you were here, we found the pair of you attached to the hip anyways. And with him inside of you, I'd never seen you so darn happy, better here with him than tempting me to drink bleach from the way that you constantly complained when you were alive; I swear you were worse than Donovan." It was on your mind's own command for you to take a step back, and away from the toxin that Damon had so cruelly spat at you. Ans the way that he compared you to Matt made you angry; it was though he were ignoring that there were valid reasons for the blond to be the way that he was - after all, the monster before you had practically killed his sister. A laugh renegaded out from your mouth as you realised that you had been right all along, none of them cared. You were just a burden that stopped them from having a perfect life together. If this were a book, then this would be the beginning to your villain arc, and ironically enough Damon saw himself as one of the good guys. Now that was utterly ridiculous after every reckless thing that he had ever done!

"Have it your way then bloodsucker." All along, you should have trusted your guy, and from now on you knew that you would listen to it. And strangely enough, it was calling you to Kai, maybe it was because he was your last resort to escaping this imprisonment that had been meant for him alone. Turning on your heel, you heard Damon flop the towel down on the side and sigh, though you continued to walk, appeasing your better judgement elsewhere. "Wait." He tried to convince you to stay, belatedly understanding the mistake that he had made, but it was no use, you were already on your journey of getting as far away as possible from him.

The Mystic Grill, it remained to be familiar in your eyes as you entered. It was empty and void of drunken assholes and narcissists that you had wasted too much time on. The only person that you missed in the modern alternative was Matt Donovan, he was the only person that didn't treat you as though you were invisible or a nuisance. You wondered how he was coping with your absence, knowing him, he was probably relieved that Damon was gone. But you weren't, because he was here with you instead. Trailing your fingertips over the counter of the bar, out of the corner of your eye you saw a lonely glass of bourbon that was sat there as though it were lamenting you with mockery. You tried to hold your sentimental sob inside, but it was practically impossible. It tore through your body, bellowing out from your mouth as you stifled and fought through your tears.

A hand caressed the landscape of your back causing you to jump and flinch from the unexpected contact. One thing that you had learnt from evading and eventually experiencing the qualms of death, was that you could never be too careful. For no more than a second you had predicted that the intruder to your pity party was Damon, that he had followed you as you tried to distance yourself from him, but alas it was not, instead of being greeted by a fretless vampire, you were condemned by the sight of a powerless witch, of whom had purposely interjected your moment of cracked emotion and wore a brave smile for you. Wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeves, you couldn't help but snap at him. "If you're here to finish what we started then tough luck Parker, you've been here long enough and you have two hands, figure something else out."

His tongue darted out to swipe at his own bottom lip, as he raised his hand, showcasing his offering to you. "I was only going to see if you wanted a pork rind, you look like you could use one." Sighing, you dug your hand into the pungent packet that was littered with dust and crumbs, retrieving a few treats for yourself as you placed them in your mouth. "And now should be when the poison kicks in..." With your hand, you gave him a little shove as you tolled your eyes at his homicidal comedy. "Come on, that was funny! I'm funny!"

"If you say so, there's not very many people around to give you an honest opinion." It was true, the only other human like lifeforms impartially close by were Damon and Bonnie, and well, you weren't going to scurry back to them anytime soon. "And if you had poisoned me, then you would know that I would be fine and dandy in not so long, It wouldn't make a difference if that wasn't the case either, I mean I'm already dead, what could be worse than that?" Kai looked at you with shock; he didn't know that about you, that you had actually suffered a final breath. Now he thought about it, the grand scheme of things he didn't know much about you in general, though he was prepared to learn. He had often found death to be fulfilling, satisfying even, but he'd never thought about its victims being so beautiful. Yet here you were before him, by chance the one force that could motivate and help him find a way out of this jarring hole of reaping misery.

"You're here, that's all that matters." As soon as those words fled from his lips he realised exactly what he had said, and a blush framed his features. "I um - that wasn't what I - you know, yeah..." He scratched the back of his neck as you shook your head at this new side that you were seeing of Malakai. His parents called him Malakai, of course he was going to become a killer, but right now you saw nothing more than an embarrassed boy whose skin had flushed as an affect of his own words. From your experience, everyone was either the killer or the killed - you two were one of each. Like ying and yang, you fit perfectly, it was a balanced divide that was settled on whichever rhythm played out in the air. And to correspond with that thought you walked over to the jukebox, a song beginning to play which made Kai want to cover his ears. "I hate this song." He told you; he really did, if he could murder it, he would without a doubt.

"Then don't listen, just dance with me." You extended your hands out to him, to which he begrudgingly reached for. And as he snapped his eyes open, he realised that was all a memory, and that goddamn song was still playing. All he could think about was you, he had seen how upset you had been to die, and yet you were gone again, and it was all down to your so called friends. One was standing before him as he sat in chains, imprisoned against a chair. "Are you here to punish me?" He asked Bonnie, wanting nothing more than shut his eyes and see your face again.

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Hello! I recently came across your blog and boy am I glad I did. I really love your writing style I think it's very unique! Also I was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing a cockwarming hc (or whatever you're comfortable with) on Dazai. Thank you!

Warnings: public cockwarming, dirty talk, dazai being a lil shit

Word count: 757

I've never heard that my writing style was unique, tysm nonnie. let me know what you think, guys u.u

It was nothing new for the members of the Armed Detective Agency to see you sit on Dazai's lap while the brunette typed away on his computer, went through several files of cases or simply lazed around like the sloth he was.

Bandaged arms were tightly wrapped around your waist and pulled your back flush to Dazai's chest whose chin rested on your shoulder. "Belladonna, how are you still so tight?" Dazai whispered, his lips brushed the shell of your ear and sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. A blush bloomed on the apples of your cheeks as you tried so hard to keep your composure, to keep up the facade of being okay when in reality nothing was okay. "For how long you've been keeping my cock warm, one might think you'd finally loosen up, love."

The suicidal brunette thought it was a fun idea for you sit on his cock while he was busy with work after Kunikida had ruined some sleepy morning sex with you by yelling at Dazai through the phone. With a plan in mind, Dazai asked you to wear the dress he got you; an innocent request had it not been for his hidden intentions.

That was how you found yourself innocently sitting on Dazai's lap with his hardened length deeply nestled within your dripping walls and the tip pressed up against a spot so sweet that it could make you see stars. The skirt of your dress skillfully hid the way you were soaking Dazai's lap, but there was nothing to conceal the tears of frustration which threatened to roll down your cheeks.

Your hands gripped the edge of Dazai's desk, knuckles turning white and your breathing heavier than usual. All you wanted was to wipe that smirk off Dazai's stupid, handsome face. "Please, move, Osamu. Just a little bit." You whimpered loud enough only for Dazai to hear. How embarrassing would it be if Atsushi and Kunikida were to find out what was happening right across the room? Never in your life would you be able to live that down.

"Patience, angel face." Dazai pressed a pure kiss to your cheek, one hand gripping your hip tightly enough to leave bruises while his other hand snuck its way underneath the desk and beneath your dress. The tips of his fingers danced along your inner thigh, three taps silently telling you to spread your legs further apart which you happily did after taking a cautious look around.

Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you nearly bit the sensitive flesh bloody as Dazai rubbed tight circles into your clit and gently rubbed the bundle of nerves, causing your cunt to flutter and clench around him. Dazai hissed sharply through his teeth and bit down on your neck, the view being covered by your hair. "I could stay in your little pussy all day, keeping it nice and wet for me to fuck." He spoke into your skin, his cock twitching and throbbing within within your walls.

Slowly but surely, your patience slipped through your fingers like water, the little bit of composure you had was swiftly cut like a thread made of silk. Grinding your hips down into Dazai's to tease him, your hands soon tugged on some of his fluffy locks and immediately caught his attention. Dazai's eyes were glazed over with lust, his pupils blown and ready to drown you in whatever fantasy which was playing in his head like a movie. "Meet me in the infirmary."

With those words being said, you simply got off your lover's lap and suppressed the moan which nearly slipped your lips as Dazai's shaft slid from your cunt. Luckily, Yosano was out stocking up on medicine and other goods when your feet carried you to your destination, your boyfriend hot on your heels.

The sound of the door being locked reached your ears and before you knew it, Dazai bent you over the desk in the infirmary, bunching the skirt of your dress up around your waist. Slender fingers tugged your panties down your hips until the soiled fabric pooled at your feet. "You're so impatient to get off, it's almost adorable." Dazai spread your legs apart by gently knocking his feet against your ankles, a smirk gracing his features as he saw your juices dripping down your legs. You whined in response.

"Can you keep quiet for me? Unless you want the entire Agency to know what I'm doing to you."

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai smut

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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Unexpected Places (Pt. 04 of 11)

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless X Reader/Bjorn X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: As a princess, you've lived in a golden cage all your life, always a piece on someone else's game. But everything changed when the Norsemen came crushing down on Wessex, like waves in a violent storm. Their king spared your life and decided to take you with him to his kingdom, in what felt more like a rescue than a kidnapping. There, you were not only confronted with a completely different culture and lifestyle, but also with two of his sons. The oldest one has his eyes set on you, but it's the youngest one, Ivar, who gets who claimed your attention since the first sight. And he seems to have an unnamed interest in you. Of course you hoped whatever that was would pass, but when unexpected feelings start to flow a different way, things begin to change.

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{Vikings Masterlist}

Fit For a Princess

You're listening to the chattering between Aslaug and Helga, looking at pieces of jewelry at the market place. You say something every now and then, but you can't shake away Ivar's stare. On the last days, two weeks or so, he's right there, sitting across from you on every meal, eyes burning through you. Hvitserk said he's studying you, still expecting you to snap, to decide you had enough of all this and want to go back home. To Wessex, where your older brother now rules. And Ragnar already said he'd take you back if you wanted, so there's that.

But leaving Kattegat hasn't even crossed your mind, not before and not now. How could you trade all you have here, and slide back into the invisible chains you had on? It wouldn't be just stupid, it would be the death of you. You're finally understanding who you are, the things you like, the kind of people you like. In England, you had to play a specific role, because everything was political. Here, you're just who you are. And you do what you want to do. This is true freedom.

“I really like this one,” Helga says, as your eyes wander through the many rings, earrings, and necklaces. “I'd like those two as well.” She continues as you pace around, further away from both women, turning the corner and then walking to another store. The pieces they have here are all made of metal, delicately bent into beautiful shapes. You caress a bracelet with the tip of your fingers, wondering if it'd look good on you.

“Don't waste your time with these cheap things.” The voice, that you now recognize immediately, makes you turn around. Ivar comes from among the people, only stopping when he's standing next to you.

But despite his attention being on the jewelry, your eyes are on him. “You're tall.” It comes out suddenly, because he never stood beside you like this, so you couldn't have noticed.

“Well, you're tiny.” Ivar glances at you, playing with one of the rings. “Anyway, you shouldn't be looking at these things. They won't suit you very well.”

Giving the old man an apologetic look, you randomly pick a bracelet. You don't get why Ivar is being rude, but, judging by what Hvitserk had told you, his brother isn't one to hold back. He says what he thinks, it doesn't matter how mean it may sound to others. You're still trying to figure out if this level of brutal honesty is good or bad. “I really like this one.” Searching on the small bag attached to your dress, you take four coins, way more than what the bracelet is worth, handing it over to the man and putting the bracelet on. The silver color is beautiful, and the drawings carved on it remind you of the pattern you saw on one of the boats that brought you here.

Ivar rolls his eyes exaggeratedly, sighing. “You are such a kind princess.” Dropping the ring, he starts walking side by side with you when you set in motion through the market. You weren't expecting that.

“King Ecbert was king of Wessex. This isn't Wessex.”

“(Y/N)! Wait for us.” Aslaug calls and you stop, giving her a look and a nod before turning to face Ivar, who towers over you.

“Therefore, I'm not a princess anymore.” Shrugging your shoulders, you give him a small smile.

“That's a shame, isn't it?” He lowers his voice, leaning closer.

“Not really.” Shrugging your shoulders, you give a little step back, putting a strand of hair behind your ears before giving him a little wave, walking back to where both women are.

After they're done shopping, as you walk back home, the clouds push themselves apart just enough for the sunlight to appear. That makes you stop, taking in the warmth on your skin, but it soon disappears.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Hvitserk calls, coming from the beach with his father, Ubbe and Bjorn, who's walking behind them. “We're going to meet some traders. Wanna come?”

“Why not?” You mumble, elbowing Hvitserk when he's close enough.

“Go put on some pants then. We're riding there.”

“Oh.” It's so absurd it's stupid, how you can't seem to do the simple things people know by heart here. “I'm not very good at riding.” Whispering, you tell him, not wanting anyone else to listen.

“I'll help you out.” He nods, tilting his head to where Bjorn is. “Without cracking your head open in the process.”

Smiling you nod before heading inside to change out of the dress. You're just about to head out when Aslaug tells you to grab a cloak in case it rains later, so you have to make another trip to your room. But soon enough you meet Hvitserk and the others again, reading the horses.

“Which one is mine?”

“Over here.” Hviserk guides to a beautiful white horse. “Give me your leg.” He says, and for a moment you furrow your eyebrows, but soon enough you understand what he means. Raising your leg, Hvitserk grabs your calf and you push yourself up, successfully mounting on the horse with his help. It feels funny to be this tall. You have ridden before, but most of the time you used a carriage. There was no need for a princess to ride on the back of a horse at Wessex. It's wild though, and you've grown to love wild things. “Keep your feet like this on the stirrups at all times. Don't put of your feet all the way in or it might get stuck if you fall. If you touch her with your ankles, she'll move forward. Pull the halters and she'll stop. The same thing goes to pull her left or right, but since we'll ride together she'll just follow the other horses.”

“Got it.”

“Your ass might hurt at the end of the day, so be prepared.” He warns before jumping to the back of his horse. “If it'll help you feel more steady, you can hold on the saddle, but trust me, you'll get the hang of it once you lose the fear of falling.”

“Have you ever fallen from a horse before?” As you speak, the small group starts moving, and your mare does the same, keeping their pace, slow at first until everyone starts galloping, and all air leaves your lungs. You hold tightly to the saddle, scared at first, but you remember what Hvitserk just told you. If you let the fear of falling win, you'll never learn to ride properly, and you'll never enjoy it. Slowly, you let go of the saddle, holding only on the halters, making sure it's loose so she'll feel free to run.

And the sensation is amazing. The wind makes your hair whip your face over and over, and you lightly shake your head to get rid of it. Glancing at Hvitserk, you mirror his position, a smile creeping over your lips. The landscape, green, blue, and gray, passes by in a blur, and you try to take it all in. It's beautiful, breathtaking. Almost literally, because when you finally stop, you're struggling to catch your breath.

“You ok?”

“Yeah.” You answer, and Hvitserk nods before moving to stand next to his father and brother. You see a small troop approaching, riding up the hill.

“You're quite good at this,” Bjorn says, guiding his horse away from his siblings and near you. “A few more lessons you'll be riding like a true Viking.”

“I really like it. Its... Thrilling.” You're finally calming down, and your thighs ache a little bit.

“Wanna see the traders coming?” Turning his horse around, he gestures at a cliff, not too many miles away. “We could go up there, it'll give us a nice view.”

“Isn't it a little high?”

“The horses are used to it. C'mon.” Without waiting for your answer, he starts galloping away.

Glancing at Hvitserk, you hold the halter tightly to keep the mare from moving. “You think I should?”

“Sure, it has a nice view. But if you feel like the trail there is too much you come back here, alright? The horses are used to it but you're not.”

“Alright.” Touching the mare with your ankles, you loose the halter and she immediately moves, following Bjorn's horse. It doesn't take much until you're deep inside the woods, the horses now trotting. Bjorn keeps silent, giving you a few glances since you're slightly behind him.

“That way.” He says, and you just let your ride follow his. The smooth ground soon starts changing, with more rocks, and becomes unravel. When you see a steep slope, with apparently nothing to hold on to, you pull the halters, making the mare stop.

“I think it's too craggy.” You speak up, getting Bjorn's attention. “I don't want to fall on my first try.”

“She's used to this kind of inclination. You'll be fine.”

Considering it and also what Hvitserk said, you decide to leave the cliff viewing for another day, when you feel more secure on the horse. “I think I'll pass, Bjorn. Maybe another cliff where I can go on foot.”

“Don't be a pussy. It's not that craggy.” Then, he kicks his horse hard and it sets in motion. It doesn't surprise you, but when the mare moves as well, following him, you're startled, and in the sudden change, you let the halter fall.

Holding on the sell, you can only watch as Bjorn's horse easily climbs the slope, at a fast pace, and yours do the same. But when it suddenly turns left, around a huge rock, you lose your balance, and since there's nothing to hold on to, both your feet escape the stirrups, and you're pulled to the ground hard. Losing your breath, a sting on your ankle makes you yelp as you roll down the slope, only stopping once the ground is flat again. Rolling on your back, you take deep breaths, trying not to move the left leg since the pain is spreading through your foot and calf. “Damn it!” You exclaim, removing the hair from your face.

“(Y/N)!” It takes only a few seconds until you see Bjorn kneeling by your side. “Are you alright?”

“I just fell from a horse and rolled down a hill!” You speak fast, the pain on your back making itself aware. “Of course I'm not fine!”

“Let me take you–” He says as he starts to pull you up.

“No.” You cut him off, slapping his hands away. Bjorn has done enough for today. If he wasn't trying to be a freaking show-off, this wouldn't have happened. “Go get–”

“(Y/N)?” You hear his voice and breathes out relief. “I heard a yell.”

“Over here. Lying on the ground.” Annoyed, you cover your eyes with both hands. “Can you please see if my ankle is broken?”

“What happened?” He asks in a low voice, and you uncover your eyes to see him jumping to the ground, kneeling next to your stretched out leg.

“Bjorn made his horse bolt up the slope and mine followed.” You explain, giving him a hard glance, groaning when Hvitserk lifts your leg to remove your boot. “Easy there!”

“Sorry.” He mumbles. “But calm down, it's not broken, just sprained.”

“Shit.” Taking a deep breath, you sit up taking off the other boot as well and throwing it at Bjorn. “You can't keep yourself from getting me hurt, can you?”

“Me? Everything you had to do was hold on. The horse–”

“I'm not a Viking!” Bursting out, you look up at him. “I'm not some shieldmaiden, I'm still trying to fit in here and learn things. You can't expect me to follow your pace.”

“I just–”

“Bjorn, you should get back. Help father with the traders, I'll take her back to Kattegat.” Hvitserk interrupts him, and Bjorn leaves after a grunt, saying something you couldn't understand.

“And he thinks he has the right to be pissed!” Lying back down, you groan. “I think this is a sign to stay away from him. Every time he's in the situation, I get hurt.”

“Alright, c'mon.” Hvitserk pulls your arm until you're seated again. “You need to put some ice on this ankle, let's go.” Hvitserk takes your mare first, tying her up with his horse before mounting and pulling you up to ride with him.

Despite the slow pace he keeps, your back still hurts. Resting your head on his back, you sigh. “Why are you so quiet?” You ask after a while.

“I'm thinking about the right words to tell this to mother. She won't be happy.” He answers, a hand resting on his thigh as the other holds the halter. “She's not very fond of Bjorn already.”

“It was partially my fault too, I think. I let the halter slip and had nothing to hold on to.”

“You're know Bjorn likes you, right?” Hvitserk suddenly says, and you pinch your eyebrows together. This thought hasn't crossed your mind. “That's probably why he did that. That's how he... Gets a woman's attention.”

“Would you do the kindness of telling him it's not working?” Muttering, you rest both your arms on his back folding them as if his shoulders were a table. “Actually, I've been meaning to tell you... I met Ivar at the market place today.”

“...And?” He asks after a few seconds of silence.

“Nothing, just... It was nothing, really.” It's hard to understand exactly what you want to tell Hvitserk. You just can't seem to put your feelings or thoughts together. “I was looking at these things and he said they wouldn't suit me.” Stretching out your arm, you show him the bracelet. “I bought this there.”

“That's nice. But cheap.” Rolling your eyes, you remember Ivar said pretty much the same thing.

“He also said I'm kind. But that was probably in a mocking tone, so...” You get into Kattegat, and Hvitserk greets some people. “I don't know.”

“I believe it's safe to assume Ivar doesn't hate you.” Hvitserk slows down the horse when a group of kids run by. “If he did, he wouldn't put himself on your way like that... Or look at you the way he does.”

“And how does he look at me?” The words come out slowly because you're not sure if you want to know.

“The only thing I can say for sure is that he never looked at a woman like that.” You finally get to Ragnar's house, and Hvitserk asks a man to help you down. Once you're safe on the ground, he jumps off, telling the man to take the horses. “And I mean it in a good way.”

He puts a hand around your waist, helping as you jump on the right foot until the table in the main hall. “Do you think he–”

“What happened this time?” Aslaug asks, her voice already giving out that she's not happy.

“Twisted ankle. She fell from the horse.”

“Take her to her room, Hvitserk.” The Queen mutters, saying something to the girls who were following her. “And carry her this time if that isn't too much to ask.”

“Alright.” He replies, picking you up with a hand on the small of your back and another under your legs, quickly finding the way to your chambers.

Giggling, you give him a look “I love when your mother–”

“Careful with the teasing this time. I might just drop you to the floor and I don't care if your a princess who fell off a horse.” The fake angry tone makes you laugh again.

“My bad, Prince Hvitserk.” You snap back, rolling your eyes.

Aslaug has her maids help you bathe first, cleaning the dirt that is attached to your face and hair before lying you on the bed again and applying a piece of fabric with cold water on your ankle, keeping it elevated with some pillows. She isn't happy to know the whole story, despite you assuring her it's alright now. You could've died, she said, breaking your neck. But it's useless to worry about what could've happened. The best thing to do now is to focus on the ankle, which she said will be better in a few days, and let the whole incident go.

Later that night, you give little jumps to the main hall to eat something. It's just Ubbe and Bjorn, seated on a table at the corner. Nodding at them, not wanting to chat with Bjorn at the moment, you sit at the edge of the table in the middle, your back turned at both men, taking the jar and pouring yourself something to drink.

“How's your ankle?” Ubbe asks, and you look over your shoulder.

“It's fine. I'll be able to walk normally in a few days. But my back still hurts.” Completely ignoring Bjorn's existence, you turn away from them again.

Drumming your fingers on the table, you wait for the Queen's maids to bring your meal. When you feel someone moving behind your back, you assume it's them, and place your cup further away to open some space. But instead of the bowl with rabbit stew, a necklace is put down before you. And it's absolutely beautiful, with three blue stones surrounded by a golden metal, delicately molded around it. It's different from anything you've ever seen in Wessex. Taking it in your hands, you see Ivar dropping to the seat next to you, and you turn to look at him.

“What is it?” You ask, unable to hide the smile that comes to your lips.

“A necklace.” He simply says, and you roll your eyes at his tone. What a way to ruin the mood.

“Yeah, I noticed.” The smile slowly drops as your eyes go back to the piece, fingertips caressing one of the stones.

“This was made for a princess. Not those cheap things.” He gestures at your bracelet, and you giggle.

“Well, this is absolutely beautiful.” Glancing at him, you find he was already staring. “Is it for me?” You inquire in a lower voice, not wanting to make any assumptions that might embarrass you.

Ivar nods, lightly pushing your shoulder. “Turn around. Let me put it on.”

Doing as he says, you turn your back at him. Ivar takes the necklace and places it around your neck, and you hold your hair up so he can close it on the back. Once he's done, you let the hair fall before turning to face him, folding your left leg and carefully laying the wounded ankle on the bench between you and Ivar. “How does it look?”

You wait for an answer, but it doesn't come. Ivar's eyes were fixed on the necklace, but slowly, they come to meet yours. Tilting your head to the side a little, you feel heat spreading through your cheeks.

Shaking your head lightly and looking down, you take a deep breath. “Have you heard that I fell from a horse this afternoon?” You're glad you got your brain to function, changing the subject. “Twisted my ankle.”

Ivar's stare falls to your bare feet on the bench, the skirt of your dress pulled up to your knee. “Mother told me it was someone else's doing.” As he speaks, Ivar gives an angry stare at where his two brothers are, and it's obvious who he's looking at. “But I think you'll survive.” You feel his fingers caressing your skin, from your knee and down through your calf, so softly you wonder if he's really touching you.

“I will.” You assure him, biting back a smile.

“Ivar,” Ragnar calls, and it does take a while until you both look at where he's standing, near the thrones. “Your mother wants to speak with you.”

“What now?” He asks, annoyed.

“I don't know. Go ask her.” And he disappears.

“Guess I'll have to go.” He glances at you, grabbing the clutch.

But before he can push himself up, you grab his arm. Perhaps you shouldn't do it. Perhaps this whole thing is just some kind of joke he's pulling on you, but still, the necklace is beautiful and he was... Kind. So you lean closer to him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for the gift. It's very beautiful.”

Ivar is frozen, even after you let go of his arm. He stands there, blue eyes locked on yours. Slowly, painfully slow, a smile comes to his lips. And it feels different. True, genuine. “You're welcome, princess.” He whispers before pushing himself up to his feet and walking away.

You're still a little dazed when the rabbit stew comes, and you can do nothing but play with the spoon. But heavy footsteps get your attention, and when you look at your side, you catch a glimpse of a very angry Bjorn disappearing inside.

He saw everything. And it takes you by surprise to notice that, the moment you laid eyes on Ivar, you immediately forgot Bjorn and Ubbe were here. Everything just... Faded away, and there was nothing else, just you and him. And this is not the first time it happens.

@multific @revolution-starter @crackhead1-800 @youbloodymadgenius @clown-boyyy @kitten0394 @castielsangelx-blog @goldlion07 @midnightmystic @readsalot73 @xvxcarolinexvx @momowhoo @fangfoxy @msrawog @walkingonshunshine @alytavzla @anotherfan07

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yoonieboonie · 3 years

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The Substitute Lover (1)

word count: 2k

genre: fluff, angst hehe

pairing: myg x reader

summary: Finally meeting the college boy you've been eyeing on for months, everything goes wrong when you realise what you're really getting yourself into.

a/n: this is my first ever fic!! i hope you guys take time and read it 🥺 suggestions are welcome! NEXT | PREVIOUS

Moving to Seoul was a dream come true. For someone who lived in the farmland of Daegu, you always imagined what the city would be like. A concrete jungle far from the roaring fields that's all you've ever known, a breath of fresh air— metaphorically speaking.

Fuelled by dreams, and frankly a few wons to your name— you took the risk and moved your life in order to pursue your studies in the metro. Your thoughts drift to the heaps of paperwork that needs to be accomplished after this and frankly, you are exhausted.

You sigh, as you finally step in your worn down but still livable apartment. You got it for a really good deal since your mother is a friend of the landlady. You tried your best to make it as homey as you can. Placing a few touches of home to every corner.

"What does this even mean?" you wondered aloud, reading the email for the third time as if it would magically unsend itself. It was from the professor of your Humanities class, announcing the change of schedule. Your afternoon classes are now moved to morning, taking away all of the few hours of rest you get after getting home. You groaned and moved the cursor to tick the 'agreed' box. It's not like you have a choice anyways.

You drag your feet to class the next morning, sitting to the far right corner and preventing any interaction from the fellow victims of the change in schedule. Confused if your eyes are playing tricks, your hands flew to your thick-rimmed glasses to push it further up your nose. Then you saw it, the mint green hair that stood out in every room. To say that he intrigued you is an understatement. You are drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. You keep on looking for him at every corner of the campus, just catching a glimpse of him makes your day. He as usual is squished between his two friends who are chattering in the early hours of the morning.

The professor arrived not long after, immediately discussing the basic concept of Humanities, you scramble to get a pen and your notebook. If there's one thing you take seriously, it's your studies. You did not risk everything and moved here just to slack off.

The mint hair boy suddenly forgotten, you blink in shock as an orange head snapped to view your direction.

"Hi, I'm Hoseok. May I borrow a pen?" He asks, a hand rubbing his nape. You nodded mutely handing a pen, trying to show nonchalance that he is talking to me. The interaction had the student council president, if you remember correctly, shake his head.

"What? It's not my fault that you refused to lend me one despite of bringing a whole school supply store with you all the time." Hoseok muttered to which the president tried to counter, earning a snarl from the mint haired boy in the middle to shut the banter up.

Lecture flew by and hungry for a few hours more of sleep, you dash to the exit only to hear a voice calling out a 'hey'. You turned to look and see Hoseok waving your pen in the air.

You smiled and grabbed the pen from his hand. You bowed out of respect, and turned to leave. Only for Hoseok to grab your arm, making you halt and gently pull away.

He sheepishly smiled and apologised for catching you off guard. "It's just, I didn't get your name!" he chirped.

Panic bubbled inside you as you see his two friends catch up to him. You were not prepared at all to meet the boy you've been eyeing on for months.

"Y/N." You replied shortly and bowed again as you turned to leave. It was too late as you hear a new voice address you.

"Hey, Y/N? I've been wanting to know your name for months! Aren't you the one who stole my spot as the top Scrabble player in the campus?" The student campus president joked to which you gave a hearty laugh back, remembering the match.

"That's me." You replied curtly. You really want to leave, the zoo in your stomach will be the death of you. The boy who is silent until now is busy adjusting the case of his guitar.

"Well, it's nice to meet you. This is Yoongi." he gestured to the mint haired boy who just looked up. He gave you a curt nod that shot electricity to your veins.

"Let's eat lunch together, Y/N!" Hoseok beamed, catching all of us off guard. You racked your brain for an excuse but found none. Here you are 30 minutes later, trying to answer every question Hoseok and Namjoon have for you.

You learned that all of them are voice majors, Yoongi and Hoseok minored in guitar while Namjoon in flute. They had to retake Humanities because they failed to take the final exam due to the conflict of schedule thus the need to enroll again this semester.

Quietly finishing your meal, you nod off to the trio and started to gather your things. You fixed your thick rimmed glasses and your skirt that reached your ankles. Namjoon eyed you from head to toe, not bothering to hide the judgment that came with it. You shrugged and bid goodbye.

"Thank you for the company. See you guys around." You bid and thinking that it's probably your last and only chance to talk to Yoongi, you call for him.

"See you around, Yoongi." You beamed. Hoseok roared with laughter as Yoongi blushed from the sudden attention. Namjoon watched in amusement as the whole scene plays out.

You finally, turned to leave the trio behind.

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After a week, it was time for your Humanities class again. This time, you arrived earlier, sitting at your usual spot.

Not long after, students started filing in the the classroom. That's when you spotted a familiar orange head. He excitedly waved at you and grabbed onto Yoongi and Namjoon's arms for them to come and sit next to you.

You laugh heartily and paid them no mind. Hoseok whispered next to you if you wanted to eat lunch again after class. You nodded, truly enjoying the trio's company. Sure, you wanted to come because Yoongi was there, but also because Namjoon and Hoseok are cool to be with.

After class, you all headed to the cafeteria. You started to line up eyeing the dishes carefully. Just watching then made your mouth water. Distracted, you bump into the person in front of you. You gasped, as you mutter an apology, profusely bowing your head. That's when you heard surprised reactions from the small crowd that noticed the interaction. Slowly you felt cold liquid drip on your head, down to your clothes.

That draws the line. You may not be from here, and you may not look like much but you surely can defend yourself. You opened your mouth to speak when you were gently shoved behind someone's shoulder. As if shielding you from the student who poured the liquid on you.

"Is there a problem here?" Namjoon's voice was cold as ice. The student, probably in fear of getting in trouble tried to pin the blame on you to which another voice countered.

"I saw you from where I was sitting. Tell the truth, it's getting embarrassing." Hoseok, who is suddenly next to you, yawns.

"It's fine. It's water, it'll dry." You said confidently, smiling at the student who looked scared for her dear life. She looks younger, so you cut her some slack.

You bought your food and sat back at our table. You could feel the three of them eyeing you as you chomp down on your first proper meal of the day. You glanced at Yoongi, who for the first time since you've met was looking at you. You beamed at him before wiping your mouth with a napkin, as you cleared your throat.

"Yoongi, would you like to have coffee tomorrow?" you asked, my hands under the table over your lap.

Hoseok and Namjoon looked shocked beyond words. Yoongi on the other hand, didn't even spare you a glance. You winced internally but kept your composure cool. Namjoon cleared his throat and pushed a bottle of water towards my direction.

"Maybe you need a drink, Y/N." You accepted and drank. Then after, you faced Yoongi again.

"Is that a yes?"

It's Hoseok's turn to intervene now, using a napkin to get your glasses from your nose and wipe it. He tried to dry your hair too but you leaned away from his touch.

"Y/N, I think it's best you let this go." Namjoon spoke again.

"Why? Are you dating anyone?" You questioned further.

That seemed to be the last straw for Yoongi for he stood up, gathered his music sheets and left the three of us, not even bothering to carry his lunch.

Hoseok looked around the table before laughing in amusement. Namjoon joining not long after. You looked at them, confused beyond words.

"You are something else, Y/N. Now I know why we were always told to not judge a book by its cover." Namjoon beamed.

Hoseok just patted your head. Both of them bidding goodbye, as Namjoon stopped to browse in his notes. He slipped a paper to you and when you glanced down, it looked like their schedule this semester.

You smiled and bid them goodbye.

You'll try again tomorrow.

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The following day, you woke up earlier than usual to buy two iced Americanos. If you're lucky, Yoongi might like something to drink before their recital's daily rehearsal.

As if on cue, you hear Hoseok's loud laughter at the campus yard and as expected Yoongi and Namjoon are there with him. You raise your hand and wave towards them as you see Yoongi's eyes darken.

You paid no mind and dragged your feet towards the trio. You stopped in front of them, fixing your glasses and smoothing out your green cardigan. Namjoon like his usual habit, eyed you up and down and scrunched his nose at your taste in clothes. That made you chuckle out loud.

"Hi, Yoongi. I bought you an iced Americano." I offered, handing out the cold beverage. He eyed it carefully, before accepting it and shoving it to Hoseok's face.

Hoseok winced and looked at you apologetically. You shook your head and smiled.

"That's okay, I didn't peg you as an Americano guy anyway. How about an iced Latte for tomorrow?" you quipped, not giving up.

"Look, Y/N, isn't it?" Yoongi started. "I do appreciate the gesture but I am not interested. I am taken, and will never be available."

You felt your shoulder slump. That makes sense, with how he looks and the entirety of him, it was impossible for him to be single. You nodded and started to apologise when you heard Hoseok chirp beside you.

"No he's not!"

"Hoseok!" Namjoon hissed. Hoseok shrugged his shoulders and dragged you away. With one last look at Yoongi, you followed Hoseok.

"Look, I'll help you. Just tell me what you need." Hoseok bounced with excitement. You laughed, you honestly didn't think you'd get this far.

"It's okay, I got this." You whispered to Hoseok.

"Hey, Min Yoongi!" you called out. He turned to look at you and you raised your hand to point at the bulletin board. He quipped his head to the side as if challenging you to continue. You sighed and moved closer to the board to point at the upcoming examination schedule.

"Our finals is coming up soon." You stated.

"If I beat you and score higher than you, then we'll go on that date. Otherwise, you'll never hear from me again." You challenged.

Namjoon whistled at that, onlookers started to get interested and eventually started to taunt Yoongi. You smirk and wait for his response.

Hoseok and Namjoon are in the sidelines, watching and honestly enjoying their friend's struggle. Hoseok lazily drinking the iced Americano that you bought for Yoongi.

Yoongi stayed silent and you took that as your cue to leave, only a few steps in, you turned and moved closer to a glaring Yoongi.

"Oh, I forgot something!" you exclaimed.

You then stalked towards him, grabbing both of his collar towards you. Eliminating the height difference, you inched your face closer to his until your lips met. It was a quick peck but just enough to make the crowd roar and make Yoongi burn red in embarrassment.

You slowly took a step back. Bidding Namjoon and Hoseok goodbye.

What the fuck did you just do? -------------------------------------------------------------------------

NEXT | PREVIOUS

#yoongi #suga #myg x reader #yoongi x reader #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #bts x reader #bts x you #suga x reader #suga x you #bts

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oldshrewsburyian · 3 years

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If you're still doing intimacy drabbles/ficlets, I would love to see the Carnahan siblings with 25 and/or 108, please :o)

Hello, and yes I am, steadily working through a list! I read these prompts and thought "Oh, how sweet!" and then my brain betrayed me and led me into angst in the photographic studio. This got long.

The tailor’s box is sitting on the hall table when they come in for their tea.

“Oh,” says Evie, her hat still in her hand.

“Cheer up, old mum,” says her brother, rescuing the hat before she squashes it permanently out of shape. “Maybe Shepherd’s put the buttons on wrong. Maybe the trousers aren’t regulation length.”

“You know he hasn’t, and you know they are.”

“Yes, all right, I know he hasn’t, and I know they are. Come along, we have muffins to toast.”

Evie shakes herself slightly. “Right,” she says, and trails along in Jonathan’s wake. She finds herself wondering about how often she has done this, how familiar she has become with the view of his back. She tries not to wonder how often she will do this ordinary thing in the future; it feels like bad luck.

She makes the tea mechanically. She knows how many leaves to put in, how to swirl the pot gently, how to pour her own cup before Jonathan’s, letting his steep while he toasts the last muffin. She knows when to put more hot water in the pot.

When the pot is empty and the shadows are lengthening around them, Jonathan, licking butter noisily from his fingers, says: “Come on, Evie, out with it.”

She takes a sharp breath. “We haven’t finished our Iliad reading,” she says in a small voice. She knows he won’t be fooled.

“True enough,” says Jonathan. “And your Greek still needs work.”

“It’s different from Attic,” says Evie defensively; this is an old argument.

“Mm.” After a pause, he adds softly, “Think of it as insurance.”

“Insurance?”

“Well, a charm, if you prefer, sister of mine. ‘Be all danger warded from this man lest he not correct my pronunciation when reading about Patroclus’ funeral games.’ You can write it out and stick it in an amulet.“

“If I were going to make you an amulet, I’d put in a prayer to Wepwawet, opener of the ways.”

“Suit yourself,” says Jonathan carelessly.

Evie chews her lip. Part of her wishes he would take the whole thing more seriously; part of her thinks that she could not bear his rare gravity, not now. On the whole, she decides the safest course of action is to get out of the room before she starts to cry. “I should change for dinner,” she says; “my hem’s filthy.” And she scrambles up off the hearthrug.

“Oi!” calls Jonathan after her. “I don’t see why I should have to put on a boiled shirt because you have two inches of good English earth on your dress.”

“Last one down’s a rotten egg,” says Evie, and flees helter-skelter up the stairs.

She does not make her request until they have finished the soup and the fish. “Jonathan,” says Evie without preamble, “will you go to a photographic studio with me?”

“Will I what?”

“It doesn’t have to be in London,” says Evie quickly, as if that were the point at issue. “Mr. Haynes in the village will do it.”

“I am certainly not going to stand to attention for the edification and benefit of Mr. Haynes in the village.”

Evie suppresses a sigh.

“A photographic studio,” continues Jonathan, his voice rising with his temper. “A photographic studio, forsooth. This from the woman who has resisted — nobly, I might add — every attempt at beautification and display from hair-combing to long skirts on principle, and made only the necessary concessions to hairpins. And suddenly you want to go to a photographic studio. Are you going to get a silver frame or one of those leather cases? Do you want a lock of my hair as well?”

“Jonathan, don’t, please.”

“Just in case?” he demands. “Something to remember me by?”

“Don’t,” begs Evie again, more urgently, and then presses her lips very firmly together. She stares fixedly at the epergne, trying not to cry.

“Evie.”

“I’m sorry,” she says miserably, still not looking at him. “I’m sorry. I just…” She swallows past the lump in her throat. “I’m going to miss you,” she says.

They wait for the plates to be cleared in unhappy silence. To her surprise, when they are again alone, her brother gets up from his end of the table, and comes to stand behind her chair. “Evie,” he says again, very gently. His hands rest on her shoulders; she does not move to cover them with her own, lest she betray her trembling or his. “Evie.” He drops a kiss to her hair. “I’ve been a beast.”

“No you haven’t.”

“Handsomely said, if slightly meretricious.” There is a pause. “I yield,” he says, “to the photographic studio. But I draw the line at Haynes-in-the-village.”

“Thank you,” says Evie.

“Come on,” says Jonathan, “stop looking like an illustration of Andromache on the battlements or something and scandalize the servants by drinking port with me.”

Evie sniffs, and wipes her eyes with her napkin. “All right.”

They duly go up to London together, Evie neatly arrayed in dark silk, their mother’s carved brooch at her neck. In defiance of their respective finery, they eat sandwiches with plenty of mustard in the train. Miraculously, they are both still presentable when they ascend a surprisingly narrow stair to a surprisingly light room near Euston Station.

The photographer is a slightly weedy middle-aged man, with thinning hair and a pale cast of countenance. Evie thinks that he looks as though he might have spent most of his life beneath his dark curtain, viewing the inverted world through his plates. He mutters conventional phrases at them. The more mild his platitudes, the blacker Jonathan’s mood appears to become. Still, they both dutifully arrange themselves, seated and standing and leaning on a carved chair or an obviously spurious Ionic pillar.

“They could have tried to make the volutes more convincing,” whispers Evie, and wins from her brother his first smile.

The photographer, peering over his machine at them, smiles benevolently. “Sweethearts, then?” he says.

“Ha!” Jonathan gives a bark of laughter, and Evie nearly falls off the pillar in shock.

“No!” She clutches at the unconvincing volutes for support. “Absolutely not!”

Jonathan raises a hand to his brow in a pantomime of dismay, grinning all the while. “She sounds so horrified!” he complains. “The very idea! You’ll make the poor girl faint,” he says, and grabs playfully at Evie’s waist.

“Ow, don’t!” shrieks Evie, digging him in the ribs, bent on revenge. When they are both more or less recovered and upright, his hands laced lightly at the small of her back, the photographer’s lightbulb makes its characteristic explosion.

“Oh,” says Evie, startled.

Jonathan puts his elbow on her shoulder, crossing one ankle rakishly over the other. “Brother and sister,” he informs the photographer.

“That,” says the man dryly, “I had gathered.”

In the end, to the professional’s feigned dismay, they reject unanimously the formal poses with chair and fern and pillar. Instead, they decide on the series they had taken between fits of laughter, including the one where Evie is wearing Jonathan’s hat.

“I like this one best,” says Evie softly, pointing to the one where they are gazing at each other, Jonathan’s uniform slightly rumpled from her attempts to tickle him.

“Good,” says her brother, putting his arm around her waist. “Happy, old mum?”

Evie leans into his side. She cannot say: I don’t want you to go. She’s afraid that if she says simply that she is grateful, she will spoil their fragile peace.

“Very,” she says firmly. “Now, tell me where you want me to buy you a drink.” In the street, she clutches their package of photographs closely to her, allowing Jonathan to pilot her by the elbow. She does not know whether she prays to Wepwawet of the ways or the Christ of the village church or Pallas Athena herself, but she prays: please, please, let him come home.

#the mummy #i'm so sorry #angst and literary allusions #i wallow in feelings about wwi: an infinite series #siblings!#jonathan carnahan #evie carnahan

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spencstan · 3 years

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Six of Crows re-read

(i also did this for the shadow and bone trilogy so read that if you want to)

spoiler alert obiously

i'm SO EXCITED FOR THIS this is my comfort book (with crooked kingdom of course)

JOOST HI

oo fun fact this was my first grishaverse book and i read it with no context whatsoever except that the mc is an emo boy and morally grey

so IMAGINE my pure confusion when JOOST appeared

i was like ?????? weird take on morally grey character but ok

joost trying to figure out how to flirt with a girl is a mood

anyone wanna teach us how to???

i kinda wanna skip this part so i can see the crows..

but i won't don't worry

(won't I?

"I think Yuri may be quarantined"

aaaand?

so are we you are not special

i feel like it's very important for me to mention that i read this book in spanish first

and then i got into the fandom and i was like who the fuck is the wraith? i only know El Espectro

Heartender who??? ooo you mean Cardio

Tidemakers? nope, i only know Maremotores

for real i was so confused i had to re-read it in english (not that i mind tho)

say whatever you want about the spanish version but we have to agree that this design is pretty af

another one yay: "Retvenko was a Squaller" vs. "Retvenk era un Impulsor"

(should i also say that in my pfd english version the book is 294 pages long and in my pdf spanish version its 532????) (i think it's because in the english one the speces are way less like the lines are so close together wtf

i've decided that i'm bored so i'll be skiping this chapter

anya is super badass tho

skdgfalsdgfliaysvfascvhjl yesssssss inej

Kaz Brekker didn't need a reason.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

KAZ

INEJ

I MISSED THEM

omg now i can picture amita and freddy SDJGKASKGLASG THIS IS AMAZING

we interrupt our regularly scheduled program to watch the shadow and bone trailer once again to hear freddy's beautiful voice

ok moving on!

now hear me out i'm giving you all permission to make fun of kaz for this one: Dirtyhands = Manos Sucias

hello i am Kaz Manos Sucias. nice to meet you!

AAAAA

AAAAAAAAAA

JESPER FAHEY

JESPER LOVE HI

SJDGHFKAHSGDLAJSDFSJ,AHFLHDSGF

I MISSED HIM OMG

OMG NOW I CAN PICTURE HIM AS KIT

can you tell jesper is one of my favourite characters?

i really love the fact that kaz is pissed about the murder of that ambassador ONLY because he can´t figure out how it happen

he´s such a nerd

i can't believe one of the firts things we hear jesper say is threathen to kill someone by writing "forgive me" with bullets

AND HE CALLS HIS GUNS "BABIES" OMG

picture saying hi baby and wylan thinkin he's talking to him but actually jesper's talking to one of his guns

Jesper rolled his eyes. "It's about sending a message. What's the point of a dead guy with forg written on his chest?."

"Compromise," Kaz said. "I'm sorry does the trick and uses fewer bullets."

ooo thank god we have kaz to come up with creative solutions /j /s

honestly i love how they talk about kaz's cane like it's the scariest weapon ever (which it kind of is)

nothing will ever disappoint me more than finding out that in english their gang name is "the Dregs". like i don't even know for sure what that means

in spanish is "Los Indeseables" (the undesirables?) which sounds a lot more badass

no hate tho i like the dregs

but i was confused af bc i expected it to be sometihng like "the undesirables" or"the unwanted" or whatever

and it said "the dregs"

which in the translator means something like shit or something

anways moving on:

If he'd (kaz) ever been a little boy

i love how lowkey all the crows think he was just born exactly like he is now

imagine a baby kaz all dressed in black and threatening people

cute

"No mourners," Jesper said as he tossed his rifle to Rotty

"No funerals," the rest of the Dregs murmured in reply. Among them, it passed for "good luck".

YES

YESSS

i wonder what wylan's doing right now :))

i can't wait for the next book where he has a pov

the first time i read this book i literally looked at the title of every chapter to see if he ever got one (i was disappointed to say the least :((((

Besides, she was the Wraith - the only law that applied to her was gravity, and some days she defied that, too.

ma'am

marry me please

i'm gonna cry so hard once the show is out and we get to see inej omg

me simp

That Kaz had chosen Jesper to be one of his seconds was no surprise. Twitchy as Jepser was, with or without his revolvers, he was at his best in a fight, and she knew he'd do anything for Kaz.

idk why but i just love it every time kaz implies or shows that he cares or trusts jesper

it makes me soft

But every one of Inej's senses told her that was not how this was going to play out. Her father would have said the shadows were about their business tonight. Something bad was going to happen here.

underrated saying from Inej's father right there

"I'm a business man," he told her."No more, no less"

"You're a thief, Kaz."

"Isn't that what I just said?"

i see no lies here

not to be annoying but i hc jesper as adhd (i mean is pretty much as canon as wylan's dyslexia) so i'm gonna write here every time i see evidence :)

jesper with adhd part 1: impulsivity

Jesper snorted. "Stomach, spine. What's next, spleen?"

"Shut it" Oomen snarled. The rules of parley dictated that only the lieutenants could speak once negotiations had begun. Jesper mouthed "sorry" and elaboratedly pantomimed locking his lips shut.

he know he couldn't speak but couldn't stop himself from making a comment (i relate way too much to that lmao)

hoestly poor jesper he had to watch hid friend get shot and kaz do nothing about it

i would've been mad too

"I like it when men beg," she said. "But this isn't the time for it"

KAHGFAHLGSFGASFLGSAFS

this is one of the best quotes in the book by far

YASSS KAZ POV

Kaz could have tol Jesper that he knew he wasn't dirty, reminded him that he'd trusted him eough to make him his only real second in a fight that could have gone badly wrong tonight.

cute

but kaz is petty af

he didn't even have a reason not to tell jesper that!

i love that kaz knows inej is following him but doesn't say anything because he wants to wait until she's ready

i LOVE the scene where kaz in in the van eck mantion /srs

idk why but it's so good

And, of course, there was the mystery of Van Eck's son.

wonder what that could be!!! /s

He grinned at her (...)

"Hmm." she said noncommittally, pretending to examine one of her knives, determined to ignore that grin.

KANEJ YESS

HE'S BASICALLY SHOWERING IN FRONT OF HER OMG

this is so funny poor inej is getting flustered

"And I'll need Wylan waiting at the Crow Club tomorrow night."

YES WYLAN OMG

One minute he made her blush and the next he made her want to commit murder

happens to the best of us :/

"Please, my darling Inej. treasure of my heart won't you do me the honor of acquiring me a new hat?"

if kaz doesn't say this on the show we riot

agreed?

it's so amazing how nina found a way to use her powers to get money instead of having to like steal and murder like the rest in the gang

NINA'S POV YESSS HIII

nina and inej omg

their friendship is just perfect

POOR MATTHIAS HE HAS TO FIGHT THE WOLVES

i would straight up cry

Matthias was dreaming again. Dreaming of her

i'm gonna cry damn it

this is the enemies-to-lovers we all needed

jesper has adhd part 2:

"Jesper was supposed to wait until three bells." said the pale boy

"It is three bells, Kaz." replied a small girl (...)

"Since when is Jesper punctual?" the boy complained with a glance at his watch

the time blindness come one

(btw i love the fact that kaz plans around jesper's time blindness instead of like threatening him to be on time)

i really love how every one feels the need to take the time to say/think that the masks are ugly

its so unnecessary lmao

yessss inej is a badass that kills monster we stan

and matthias is lowkey impressed lmao

as he should

"Thank you, Jesper," said Nina

"You're very welcome, gorgeous. See, Kaz? That's how the civilised folk do"

THESE TWO OMG

JESPER IS THE LOML

INEJ OMG LOOK:

She stepped aside as if she's known he was coming, languidly hooking her heel behind his ankle. Matthias let out a loud grunt as he landed on the stones

(...) "Clumsy, this one," the bronze girl said impassively.

that's what happen when you underestimate her bitch

AAAAAAA

PEOPLE

TIME TO FREAK OUT

WYLAN IS HERE

AND HE'S DOODLING STOP IT'S SO CUTE

ok jesper has adhd part 3 i think:

"Just how crazy is he?" asked Jesper, fingers drumming on the pearl handles of his revolvers.

ok first of all: stimming

second of all: hyperactivity

i rest my case

ok 2 or 3 things here

"I believe you know Nina," Brekker continued. "The lovely girl freeing you is Inej. (...) and this is Wylan, the best demolitions expert in the Barrel"

"Raske is better," Inej said

The boy looked up, ruddy gold hair flopping in his eyes, and spoke for the first time. "He's not better. He's reckless"

"He knows his trade"

"So do I"

ok 1: kaz calling inej lovely omg kanej

2: YES WYLAN STANDING UP FOR HIMSELF

2.5: kaz calling him the best cute af

3: honestly why do people think wylan is like an innocent soft boy or whatever. he's in a room full of murderers and thieves and the first thing he does is correct them and stand up for himself

like i wish i could do that

i would be crying like a bitch

AAAAAAAA

"Meet Wylan Van Eck"

KHDSGFALSGFIASGFAL

HI WYLAN BABY

YESSS JESPER'S POV NOW

I'M SO HAPPY also look at this it's the first thing in his pov

Jesper stared at Wylan

do i sense some wesper?????

ok everyone is being so mean to him right now

they are aclling him useless and an idiot and other shit

poor boy honestly he had to deal with this + taking part of a heist he is definetly not ready for + he has to hide the fact that he can't write or read

it so distrubing that kaz is literally the nicest one to wylan right now

"See that? Hidden depths." (...)"He's good enough at demo, and he's got a fine hand for sketching, thanks to all those pricey tutors."

(...)

"There you have it," Kaz said to Jesper. "Marketable skills. Wylan is watching you, Helvar"

GET READY

ARE Y'ALL READY?

OK THEN:

"Scheming face," Jesper whispered to Inej.

She nodded. "Definetly."

THEIR FRIENDSHIP OMG

AND THIS QUOTE

I NEED IT ON THE SHOW THEY BETTER GIVE IT TO US

"Who's Mark" damn wylan (but pretty good comeback to jesper tho)

"What's the easiest way to steal a man's wallet?

"Knife to the throat?" asked Inej.

"Gun to the back?" said Jesper.

"Poison in his cup?" suggested Nina.

"You're all horrible," said Matthias.

tag yourself i'm jesper

KJSFGAL kaz just told wylan to tell him everything he know about his dad's company

and he said he doesn't know and kaz was like "and you never looked trough his documents????

AND THEN HE GOT SAD AND SAID HE HADN'T (and kaz believed him this is sad)

AND NOW JESPER CALLED HIIM USELESS

ok you know i love you jes but if you keep this up

idk i can't do anything you're a sharpshooter

but stiiiiiil

LMAO MATTHIAS ACTUALLY THOUGHT HE COULD BEAT KAZ

nice try

demjin

*insert spongebob voice* demjin

WE'RE GONNA TAKE A MOMENT NOW TO APPRECIATE INEJ GAHFA

BECAUSE KAZ DOESN'T

The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.

*ugly crying*

Many boys will bring you flowers. But some day you'll meet a boy who will learn your favourite flower, your favourite song, your favourite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won't matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.

*uglier crying*

TANTE HELLEN IF YOU DON'T GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE

SOMEONE PLEASE STAB HER FOR ME

jesper has adhd part ?? (i have dyscalculia you can't expect me to remember the number):

That sound - the swift, shocking report of gunfire - called the scattered, irascible, permanently seeking part of his mind into focus like nothing else.

do i really need to explain this?

ok just in case.. an adhd brain doesn't actually have a deficit of attention(the name just sucks) it's problem with controling that attention. the brain is always looking for new sources of dopamine which is why it shifts its focus so much

i love that jes thinks of matthias as "tha giant"

like sir

have you seen yourself?

you're tall af

HE GOT SHOT

WHY DID I FORGET JESPER GETS SHOT IN THE LEG HERE

"Close your eyes!"

"You can't kiss me from down there, Wylan"

"Just do it!"

i love the energy BUT NOW IT'S NOT THE TIME JES

YESS WYLAN SHOW THEM THEY WERE WRONG CALLING YOU USELESS

inej just stabed some guy int the d

good for her!

KAZ YESSSS HI

AWWW SHE'S WORRIED HE DOESN'T HAVE HIS CANE

KANEJ FOR LIFE

oh no wylan got shot too???? (just barely but stilllll por baby)

my Wraith omggg

ok 3 things about this:

Without another word, he tipped Oomen into the sea.

"No!" Wylan shouted, leaning over the railing, his face pale, stunned eyes tracking Oomen in the waves. (...)

Jesper set his hand on Wylan's shoulder. "Let it go."

"It's not right-"

"Wylan," Jesper said, giving him a little shake."Maybe your tutors didn't cover this lesson, but you do not argue with a man covered in blook and a knife up his sleeve"

1. wesper yasssss

2. wylan just argued with a mant hat had just tacken the eye out of someone. he literally called him out for being an asshole. like damn wylan is brave af i love him

3. do you think seeing kaz trow the guy out of the boat reminded wylan of when the same thing happened to him???? this makes me sad

he's brave and a good person and i just-

"Man with a knife, remember?" he said over his shoulder.

"Man with a gun!" Jesper called after him

this had no right being so funny

AND THEN KAZ GAVE HIM THE MIDDLE FINGER STOP I CAN'T

nina is the biggest kanej shiper no one can tell me i'm wrong

unrelated but if jesper had gone to the Little Palace and had studied there with nina they 100% would've had a crush on Zoya and bonded over it

like you can't tell me those two bisexual disaster wouldn't be absolutely in love with Zoya

jesper has adhd part ??:

Jesper scrubbed the back of his neck, touched his hands to his gunds, returned to his neck. He always seemed to be in motions

hyperactivity right there

and restlessness

"Do you know the best way to find Grisha who don't want to be found?" (...)

"Seems to be if they don't want to be found, you should just let them be" (jesper says this)

this conversation must be so stressful to him omg

LMAO JESPER CUT MATTHIAS HAIR THIS IS SO FUNNY

AND HE SHAVED HIM

ok you all know i love all of them but they can be sooo stupid

like wylan wrote no names on the drawing and he's excuse is that he doesn't know fjerdan?

AND THAT'S NOT EVEN TRUE he literally said he learned school fjerdan which means he should know how to write it too (we know why he can't but the tohers don't)

and even then like the excuse doesn't make any sense. why would having the original name be usefull if no one can fucking read it????

the worst part tho? NO ONE QUESTIONED HIM

THEY WERE LIKE "yup makes sense" AND WENT ON WITH THEIR DAY

i wondered how they didn't figure wylan's secret sooner but now i now

it's because theya re idiots

"I'm just doing my job. Stop glaring at me"

wylan baby let's not make the gigant mad

Jesper knocked his head against the hull and cast his eyes heavenward. "Fine. But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I'm going to get Wylan's ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost."

Brekker's lips quirked. "I'll just hire Matthias ghost to kick your ghost's ass."

"My ghost won't associate with your ghost," Matthias said primply, and then wondered if the sea air was rotting his brain.

i had to put this here i don't want to get murdered by the fandom

jesper, inej and nina have the BEST friendship

I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE JES AND INEJ TOGETHER ON NETFLIX

"I know some people don't understand, but Kaz told me ... he said it was my choice, that he wouldn't be the one to mark me again."

i love this because it happen when they had just met

he did it because he understands her trauma and he respects her not because he loves her (i doubt he did at the time)

Kaz had been impressed with the sketches. (...)

"Just learn to take a compliment. Kaz doesn't hand them out often."

I'M SO PROUD OF WYLAN

and yess kaz only compliments wylan (and inej but that's sarcastic so it doesn't count) because he's a proud dad

"And you don't belong here, either."

"I beg your pardon, merchiling?"

"We don't need a sharpshooter for Kaz's plan, so what's your job - other than stalking around making everyone angsty?"

He shrugged. "Kaz trusts me."

Wylan snorted and picked up his pen. "Sure about that?"

DAMN WYLAN DESTROYED HIM

also

"If you aren't born with every advantage, you learn to take your chances."

"I wasn't-" Wylan left off and set down his pen. (...)

aww cute neurodivergent boyfriends bonding

Wylan had turned back to his work, his disappointment obvious. For some reason, Jesper felt disappointed, too.

ajgflasjgfjagslfiuusgflgdfsgdflasdgfsd

wesper

aww jes checks on inej every morning and every night i love him

"Thank you for keeping me in this world when fate seemed determined to drag me to the next. I owe you a life debt."

Nina blushed deeply. "I was teasing, Inej"

LJFGALKGFALGA another cute friendship right there

(and i can see why people ship them romantically)

STOP INEJ AND JES ARE BONDING SO MUCH (page 127 so i can go back and read it lmao)

Van Eck writes to Wylan every week, and Wylan doesn't even open the letters

"They just said the same thing again and again: If you're reading this, the you know how much I wish to have you home. Or I pray that you read these words and think of all you've left behind."

should i kill him? anyone want to join me?

Inej bumped her shoulder against his."Then at least we're both the same kind of stupid." (...)

"You're too good for him, you know?"

"I know. So are you"

jes and her bonding over their stupid crush on a white boy

Because I've been looking for an excuse to talk to you for two days.

jfsfdajdhmgkfutdjrgsg ok i can't blame them for having a crush on him anymore

this chapter is full of kanej i love it

"What do you want, then"

You, Inej. You forever.

jksdgfoagsdfgsdgfklasgdflaghsldfgksdgfkahgsdfghjlkf

kaz's backstory makes me sad

"When we get our money, you can burn kruge to keep you warm," said Kaz. (...)

"I´m gonna pay someone to burn my kruge for me."

Kaz fell into step beside him. "Why don't you pay someone else to pay someone to burn your kruge for you? That's what big players do."

"You know what the really big bosses do? They pay someone to pay someone ...". Their voices trailed off as they tomped ahead, and Matthias and the others followed.

JES AND KAZ HAVE THE BEST CONVERSATIONS

i can't believe we get to see nina and matthias meet and their whole backstory in less than a month omg

"It's not natural for women to fight."

"It's not natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall, and yet there you stand."

QUEEN

YOU TELL HIM

oh no the dead grisha

this part breaks my heart every time

"Do you have a different name for killing when you wear a uniform to do it?"

.....i'm just gonna leave this quote right here

anyways acab

stop nina tried to kill the survivor so they wouldn't suffer but she couldn't do it

and jesper did it for her without hesitation i wanna cry

and inej didn't want to do it either i want to hug them

"Because our crime is existing. Our crime is what we are"

..........

i'm gonna leave this here again

do with it what you will

"Don't mock what you don't understand."

"My mockery offends you? My people would welcome you laughter in place of this barbarity"

i- this conversation is so important

AAAAA JES AND WY ARE A GREAT TEAM I LOVE THEM

WYLAN TROWS BOMBS TOGIVE JESPER TIME TO GET READY TO SHOOT

INEJ AND KAZ ARE A GREAT TEAM TOO

THEY LITERALLY DID THE SCENE LIKE IN THE AVENGERS (but without the shield WHICH MAKES IT BETTER)

Jesper shouldered his rifle. "Wylan earned his keep."

Wylan gave a little jump at the sound of his name. "I did?"

YES BABY YOU DID GREAT

kaz getting self-conscious for his hair is pure comedy

but nina how can you say that have you see his hair on the show???? it's perfect

"Remeber our friend Mark?"

HELP I CAN'T

"Any other impossible feats you'd like us to accomplish?"

The bearest smile flikered over Kaz's lips. "I'll make you a list."

once again jesper and kaz being besties

unrelated but nikolai and jesper would love each other

the amount of sass they have between them it's unparalleled

"Mmm," Inej murmured, taking a sip from her mug. "Maybe you're just not enough."

DAMN

ma'am marry me please

kaz fainted damn poor boy

unrelated unce again but this is so much betetr than shadow and bone

like you can tell leigh improved so much

her characters are better and their arcs are better developed

the writing itself it's better

or maybe i'm just biased because i love soc so much but i think she definetly improved

INEJ IS TRYING TO GIVE HIM SPACE EVEN WHEN SHE'S TRAPPED AND LOCKED ON THE WAGON

I JUST - THEY KNOW EACH OTHER SO MUCH

Though he'd trusted her with his life countless times, it felt much more frightening to trust her with his shame.

Inej had once offered to teach him how to fall. "The trick is not getting knocked down," he'd told her with a laugh. "No, Kaz," she's said, "the trick is in getting back up"

inej is smart af

Kaz was usually unshakeable during a job, but now he was on edge, and Jesper didn't know why. Part of him wanted to ask, though he knew that was the stupid part, the hopeful farmboy who picked the worst possible person to care about, who searched for signs in things that he knew deep down meant nothing - when kaz chose him for a job, when Kaz played along with one of his jokes. He could have kicked himself. He's finally seen the infamous Kaz Brekker without a stich of clothing, and he'd been too worried about ending up on a pike to pay proper attention.

ok i got a couple of things to say about this part

first of all it makes me so sad that jes cares so much for someone who dosn't deserve him. because no hate to kaz but they would never work as a couple and kaz already treats him like shit most of the time

i think this part shows who a lot about who jesper really is. a boy that grew up having to hide parts of himself, who thinks he's worth nothing but it's smart and capable, who's loyal and brave and caring but doesn't even know it himself. he's someone who feels he doesn't deserve good things and thinks he's not good enough, and that's why he unds up in all the wrong places with the wrong people. he left uni bc he fell in with the gangs, because he didn't think he was smart enough or even prepared to be in studying in the university. jesper is constantly hiding behind a mask or running from things because he's scared of not being enough

an kaz is everything jes in a way wishes he could be. kaz is secure in himself (at least on the outside), he's stable, he's smart, he's "unshakeable". and most of all, he doesn't care about others (we know that's not true but that's how he presents himself)

and that's the thing that causes jesper all his problems. because he's insecure because he thinks he's not good enough for the poeple or things he cares about. and he's always trying to do what's best for his loved ones: he went to the ice court to pay his debt for his father, he follows kaz everywhere beacause he cares about him, he offered to read to wylan (knowing it wouldn't be easy for him to be still that long).

and yeah it often doesn't work out becuase he's messy and he has problems but he tries. and he hates that. he hates that he cares so much about people because at the end of the day, that's what makes him feel like he's not good enough

one more thing and i'm done i promise

unpopular opinion but i love that leigh made jesper have a crush on kaz. 1 beacuse it's refreshing to see someone not get otgether with his first crush. and 2 because i love that it shows that we sometimes get attached to people that are not good for us, but that we can learn to move on. jesper ended with wylan who respects him and values him, unlike kaz

ok i'm sorry that was probably all bs

oo one more thing, jesper definetly has rsd (rejection sensitive disphoria), which is something most poeple with adhd have

"My father used to take me everywhere with him"

this is so sad. bc they probably had a good relationship when he was little. and then they figured he coudln't read and now his father treats him like shit

it's even worse than if he haf been horrible from the beginning because wylan knows he can be a good father. and so he thinks it's his fault and he deserves to be treated like that. i hate van eck

"You're cuter when you're smart"

(...)

"Definitely cuter when you're smart"

wesper yesssss

i love them so much

ok but why do people think jesper is stupid. like the boy just made a bunch of criminals pass out by mixing some chemicals

and he was going to the university at like 15

AAAAND NOW THEY KNOW HE'S A FABRIKATOR

amazing plot twist

also:

Wylan coughed. Flirting with him might actually be more fun that annoying him, but it was a close call.

oooo come on jesper we all know you just love getitng him to blush

and you love him

who said that? definitely not me, nope

awwww jesper misses being around animals that's cute

imagine him coming home to wylan one day with a puppy because he just couldn't resist

cute

Better terrible truths than kind lies

just leaving here more of inej's wisdom

ok this may be a reach but jesper has adhd part ???

Yellow Protocol? Red Protocol? He couldn't remember which was which. (...)

"The alarm was Yellow Protocol, a sector disturbance."

Jesper pushed at his temples. "I don't remember what that means"

a bad working memory? sounds familiar

kaz loves puzzles

it's canon

"I love puzzles. Trickery is just my native tongue."

this part where wylan and jesper see the banner made with grisha's kefta kills me every time

I would have worn purple, Jesper thought, if I'd joined the Second Army. (...) He'd beenwilling, even eager to risk capture and execution as a thief and hired gun. Why was it worse to think about being hunted as a Grisha?

this makes me want to cry so much

another thing super sad: the fact that since his father is Kaelish and had some supersititons towards grisha, jesper grew up wondering if his own father was scared of him. he had to hide his powers and he was almost taught to be afraid of them

"Is it safe to leave them, you know-"

"Alive? I'm not big on killing unconscious men."

"We could wake them up"

WYLAN

damn the boy needs therapy

it's amazing how nothing went like they planned

not a single thing

PEOPLE GET READY

ARE YOU READY?

NEITHER AM I BUT WHO CARES

"What do you like?"

"Music. Numbers. Equations. They are not like words. They...they don't get mixed up."

ok dude the clues are right there he's basically saying it

"If only you could talk to girls in equations."

There was a long silence, and then, eyes trained on the notch they'd created in the link, Wylan said, "Just girls?"

Jesper restrained a grin. "No. Not just girls." It really was a shame they were all probably going to die tonight.

wylan really said a straight man?? couldn't be me

this is the definition of bi panic "jesper restrained a grin" bitch we saw that

btw i love the slow burn

like they hint something here but they don't actually start liking each other until much later and they don't get together until almost the end of ck

i also love that the fact that they both like guys is like out in the open now. bc i'm not a fan of when queer characters have a crush and there's the whole thing of "are they queer too or not?"

like they both know htey are queer. but they don't get together right away bc they have to start liking each other before. they don't get together bc they are the only queer mlm characters

matthias fake betrayal killed me

i tought it was real

I have been made to protect you. Only in death will I be kept fom this oath.

this is just-

also foreshadowing?

YAYY KUWEI HI

There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken.

She's laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and got drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.

if i ever have a s/o and they don't tell me this at least once i don't want it

He needed to tell her... what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn't pull himslef together into some smeblance of a man for her

THIS

THIS IS LOVE RIGHT THERE

they are the only straight couple that matters

everyone else go home

Wylan had scratches all over his cheeks and neck. He was beaming. Inej grabbed his hands and sqeezed.

so cute omg

"You can explain why our illustrious Shu scientist looks like one of Wylan's school pals along the way"

KAZ

i mean it's true but you didn't have to say it

KAZ IS SMILING OMG

EVERYONE FREAK OUT WITH ME

HE'S "grinning like and idiot" STOP I LOVE HIM

"We are all someone's mosnter, Nina"

"I will have you without armour, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all"

this part breaks my heart and i love it

"Stay," she oanted. Tears leaked from her eyes. "Stay till the end"

"And after," he said. "And always."

i just- helnik is perfect

AWWW JESPER MISSES WYLAN

my daily dosis of wesper :)

ok but in like 2 pages jesper tought of wylan like 10 times bc he's sad wy isn't with him

Jesper scanned the empty deck. He's assumed Wylan would come up to see them off. (...)

Jesper knew he was being selfish and stupid, but some petty part of him wondered if Wylan had deliberately kept away from him on the journey back. Maybe now that the job was complete and he was on his way to his share of the haul, Wylan was done slumming with criminals.

*charles boyle's insinuating voice* and why do you care so much???

btw YOU ARE WRONG. HE'S LITERALLY GOING OUT OF HIS WAY TO BE WITH YOU EVEN THOUGH HE CAN'T SPEAK

this scene where we find out the truth about wylan hurts so much but it's one of my favourites idk why

I LOVE THAT EVERYONE IS AS MAD AS I AM ABOUT THE LETTERS NOW

"Your're a fool," Jesper snarled. "He smarter than most of us put together, and he deserves a better father than you."

YES TELL HIM

the fact that wylan just heard him say that omg

"Deserved" amended Van Eck. He blew the whislte twice.

SOMEONE BETTER GRAB ME BEFORE I KILL HIM MYSLEF

THAT IDIOT

I HATE HIM SO MUCH

I'M GONNA CRY CAN SOMEONE KILL HIM FOR ME

Jesper screamed in rage and raised his guns.

YES EXACLTY WHAT I MEANT

JUST KILL HIM RIGHT NOW

"I'm not big on bludding, am I Inej?"

"Not as a rule"

Van Eck's lip curled. "And why is that?"

"Because he'd rather cheat," said the boy who was not Kuwei Yul-Bo in perfect, unaccented Kerch.

THIS WAS PERFECT

THE BEST WAY TO REVEAL THAT

(...), and Jesper flinched

baby he recognized wylan's voice

The Shu boy held out a hand. "Pay up, Kaz"

BITCH THIS IS AMAZING

THIS BOY MADE A BET WITH A CRIMINAL THAT HIS OWN FATHER WAS GOING TO TRY TO KILL HIM

AND HE WON THE BET

A nearly perfect replica of Kuwei Yul-Bo stood before them, but he had Wylan's voice, his mannerisms, and - though Kaz could see the fear and hurt in his golden eyes - Wylan's surprising courage, too.

i love it when they compliment him

my boy deserves all the compliments ever

AND KAZ IS PROUD OF HIS SON WE ALL KNOW THIS

Wylan cuold draw a perfectt elevation. He's made a drill that could cut throu Grisha glass from parts of a gate and scavenged bits of jewellery. So what if he couldn't read

this is taking me to some real places

i may cry you've been warned

WYLAN DIDN'T CARE THAT HE MAY BE STUCKED LOOKING LIKE KUWEI

this is making me cry

"A fool would have been waiting to be smashed to bits on that ship. And as for "traitor", you've called me worse in the last few minutes alone."

EXACTLY

YOU TELL HIM WYLAN

Instead, in that moment of threat, when he should have thought only of the fight, he looked at Inej.

BABY

i would've done the same tho she's pretty

amita is sooo pretty i'm gonna die when the show comes out

Jesper was staring at Wylan, his eyes roving over the black hair, the golden eyes. "Why?" he said at last. "Why would you do this?"

nothing to say here except: wesper

You... how many times was it you standing beside me on the deck at night when I tought it was Kuwei?"

"Every time."

i want to cry so bad

"Why does it matter?"

"I don't know!" Jesper said angrily. "Maybe I liked your stupid face."

a very staright and platonic thing to say of course

i know jes we all liked his stupid face

"Jesper made a mistake," said Wylan. "A stupid mistake, but he didn't set out to betray anyone."

YES WYLAN DEFEND YOUR BOYFRIEND

And maybe he'd kept him in the dark about Wyllan because he wanted to punish him a little

even kaz know they like each other come on

Jesper sat with elbows on knees, head in hands. Wylan deside him wearing th face of a stranger.

wylan give him a hug fro me please

he needs it

"Scheming face," murmured Jesper.

"Definitely," agreed Wylan.

i miss inej already

And I'm going to get my girl. Inej could never be his, not really, but he would find a way to give her the freedom he´d promised her so long ago.

i'm ugly crying and so what?

and now we're done....

i want to read this book again omg this is unhealthy

#shadow and bone #s&b #six of crows #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #kaz brekker #grishaverse #inej gahfa #matthias helvar #nina zenik #freddy carter #kit young #amita suman #soc #helnik #kanej #wesper

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