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kazemiya · 1 year

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★彡You were a fan !?! (Feat. Idol! Reader)

Summary: Finding out they were a fan of you before you started dating each other

a/n: thank u to reze for suggesting Ibara and chiaki

♡ Ibara

- Naturally, Ibara knows many idols in the idol industry be they soloists or groups, so of course he knew who you were

- He’s definitely a more lowkey fan and doesn’t outwardly talk about it to Eden or Nagisa

- He may have let a compliment slip once or twice while he was conversing with them but that should be it

- He actively listens to your music whenever he can since it lifts his spirits! And he never goes to meet and greets unless he has some excuse to be there (be it work or some other reason)

- He has a drawer of merchandise that he bought online but no one knows about it

- No one slipped up about the fact Ibara is a fan of you, you just went over to his house and found the drawer of your merchandise

“You never told me you collected merchandise” you whispered behind him in an attempt to scare him.

Turning around barely flinching, “nonsense, I have no idea what you’re talking about y/n”

You grinned, waving a small chibi keychain of yourself in front of him, expecting him to be flustered.

He leans further in, “hmm are you jealous? I can toss all this merchandise if u want, I don’t necessarily need it now that I can see the real thing”

♡ Chiaki

- Chiaki was introduced to you when Ryuseitai were watching a complication of idol soloists, and he was oddly drawn to you

- He was always finding excuses to buy merchandise of you at the stores

- “Kanata, it’s not that pricey, I need a new keychain for my keys” “whatever you say chiaki~”

- But of course he never kept to his word and now he’s actively collects all of your merchandise, always ready whenever there’s a new restock or new kind of merch

- He’s the kind who would sit in front of the television wearing an official T-shirt and light sticks and start cheering and singing along loudly

- And of course it’s Tetora who lets it slip during one of your conversations

“Omg Chiaki did you know what a heard today?” You grinned, “you used to be my fan?”

His expression morphed into one of panic as he waved his hands worriedly. “NONO don’t misunderstand! I love your music but I just never had a chance to bring it up to you”

“After all, I didn’t want you to think I’m dating you because of your fame, you give me courage that’s why I’m your fan, your greatest fan” before enveloping you into a hug.

♡ Nagisa

- you never quite understood how you managed to catch the attention of the majestic Nagisa Ran. Well in fact, you caught his attention first

- He chances upon your performances when Ibara was doing research on idol soloists and he was immediately enchanted

- Nagisa is the type of fan who you’d hardly see at fan meets but he’s a casual merchandise collector! If he ever does go to fan meets, he wears a mask and black cap all blushy as he comes to shake your hand

- And luckily, you noticed him due to his idol activities. It wasn’t shocking when you both came out as a couple either, after all who could miss the longing gazes he sends you ever so often?

- However, when Hiyori mouth accidentally runs loose and reveals some really important information, you can’t help but go straight to nagisa to ask him yourself

“You were my fan?” You asked, wide-eyed.

Upon hearing your random question, Nagisa let out a soft sigh but patted the seat next to him, signaling for you to come over.

“Hm I never told you well” he averted his gaze away from you “it’s embarrassing…”

You cooed as you reached out to hold his face, “aww that’s adorable nagisa, it shows how much you care for me even before we properly interacted!”

“You were too stunning for me to peel my eyes away” pressing a soft kiss on your cheek, “if I didn’t fall for you then I would have fallen for you some other time”.

#ibara saegusa x reader #ibara x reader #ibara saegusa #chiaki morisawa x reader #chiaki x reader #chiaki morisawa #nagisa ran #nagisa ran x reader #ensemble stars x y/n #ensemble stars fluff #ensemble stars imagines #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #kaze writes #esworks

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kaze-writes · 24 days

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When Stars Ignite - Update

It's been almost a year after @alyslaskeywriter and I sat on my sofa with our basil sangria and jokingly said "What if we reopened that Rockstar project...?"

Historically, I should have known that our "What if..."s usually end up in time and energy-consuming endeavours. Also, there's no way in hell I pass one of them so now - not quite a year - I am happy to report that...

Draft 1 of the When Stars Ignite-Rewrite is finished!!

There's still tons of changes to be made, and things to adapt, and tweaked, and cut (esp that lol) but I'm so happy I could cry right now.

It's too early in the day to get myself a cherry margarita (Jaz would disagree) but... here's to the rockstars.

Rock 'n' roll. Deal with it.

also tagging @kc-the-writer and @lyatudor bc duh. You guys are the greatest cheerleaders ever.

#wip: when stars ignite #writblr #writing community #creative writing #writeblr #writing #original writing #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #kaze writes

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lifeofkaze · 16 days

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What's that I hear?

Two new stories coming this way? 👀

Feels like it's been a while.....

#this feels strange now wow #but anyway #kaze writes #still #won't you believe it #watch this space

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kazerflame · 2 years

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First Date

Tiery: She was fiddling with her skirt when you went inside the movie theater. Her eye lit up as her face was getting redder by the second. "I got the tickets. Would you like something?" She spoke as she stood and gestured towards the snack place. You nodded and grabbed a small box of popcorn and a drink. When you reached the counter, you were about to pay when Tiery payed for her stuff and yours."I'm not going to do this everytime." She whispered as you both started to search what room the movie was in. She opened the door for you and waited for you to walk in. After that you made your way to your seat with Tiery following behind. You both sat on the comfy seats. As the movie played you noticed her casually intertwine her fingers with yours. And you two spent the whole movie like that. After the movie ended Tiery let go and opened the exit door. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow.. " You spoke. Tiery looked at you for a second before grabbing your face and giving you a peck. The last thing you saw was Tiery pulling away with her face as red as a tomato and disappearing in a puddle of ink.

#I FORGOT I HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS #Tiery the tiger #first request #kaze writes #babtqftim #x reader

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darlingkeqing · 6 months

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Crush phase

synopsis how they are like before you get together with them

a.note yeaa new post !! Sorry for how short Zhongli's one is kind of short

Heizou

He's pesters his crush non stop, constantly using his free time to find new spots around Inazuma to hang out at. New cafe ? Why don't you join him sometime ?

Once found matching keychains and insisted that you took one and he hangs his part of the keychain where his vision is

If you enjoy music, the melody that you tend to hum every once and then plays in his head and he immediately thinks of you

"y/n ! I have another case that I need to work on but here's a little trinket i picked up a while ago" as he drops the snack into your open palm and pushing it towards you.

"heizou .." truly you felt quite bad, since he always came around with small presents for you, under the excuse that he thought of you when he saw it. "let me treat you to something as well"

He freezes slightly before smiling "mhmm is this a date y/n ?"

Albedo

He’s a bit slow, forgive him. He takes a while even to ask you to hang out at lunch

Whenever, he brings Klee out and around Mondstat for a while, he picks a few flowers for you

“These flowers would look good on your desk don’t you think ? “

He always prepares hot drinks when he’s up in Dragonspine, in hopes that you do drop by some time to find him, as you usually do

Keeps a book of his scientific discoveries and drawings, but if you flip a little further, you’ll see a few sketches of yourself

Zhongli

Long walks around Liyue, admiring the scenery or just hearing him reminisce about things in his memories

Invites you down for tea and always make sure to take not of what drinks that you like or dislike

Unlike many would believe, he’s quite direct with his courting and he tries his best to be the first to invite you for activities, usually joined by others. But his favourite moments with you is your treasured conversations that the two of you share

#favoniuslibrary #- kaze writes #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #zhongli x y/n #zhongli imagines #albedo x reader #albedo x you #albedo x y/n #albedo imagines #heizou x reader #heizou x you #heizou x y/n #heizou imagines

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empresskaze · 3 months

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🌨 for an old Camp Libriel member?

🌨️ Stuck in cold weather

I think it's this one, anon if you see this feel free to correct me cuz the emojis aren't totally the same for me.

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Gabriel Lane Herondale loathed the snow. From the slush that covered his loafers, to the dampness that matted his hair, to neverending chill that seeped into his bones from the weather, he despised it. His dearest claimed it was pretty, and perhaps it was, but only when enjoyed inside surrounded by working heat, warm tea, and no reason to leave.

Today, though, he found himself waiting at a bus stop while large billowy flakes coated his hair and aggravated his already tumultuous cold. One gloved hand clasped across his body as it tried desperately to retain the bit of warmth his coat brought; the other clutching his soddened handkerchief, which hovered mere inches from his red nose.

Sniffling, Gabriel's droopy tired eyes staring forward, trying not to think about how cold he was waiting for this god forsaken bus.

His breath hitched hard, his eyes squeezed shut as wet congested sneeze erupted into his waiting handkerchief. He'd not even had time to draw another breath before a second then a third followed, each ripping the back of his throat. Gabriel cupped his cloth around his nose, giving a clogged blow that brought little relief.

It was then Gabriel released he no longer felt snow patting his hair. Looking around, a well dressed man in a black coat was next to him holding an umbrella over Gabriel's head. The professor blinked in exhausted confusion.

The man smiled, "I know it isn't much but it seems any break from the snow might help you."

"Oh!" Gabriel felt a hot blush rush across his face stopping at his ears. "I-I appreciate it, b-but please don't...leave yourself..." Gabriel turned away catching another horrendous sneeze. "Exposed at my own expense." He finished sheepishly.

"I'm fine, I'm sure the bus will be here soon." The man replied.

Gabriel nodded, it did feel nice to be shielded from the persistent snow for now. "I normally stay hidden in my apartment," He paused to rub at his nose, "But my dearest partner is quite ill...as well..." He gave a disheartening sigh. "So I ventured forth for his med..." Gabriel’s face slacked, "his...med...me....ah..." Pinching at his nose did nothing, Gabriel bent forward desperately sneezing twice. As he straightened he felt another embarrassed blush fill his pale face but the man only blessed him.

"Well I hope you both feel better soon." He said as the bus finally approached.

"Yes...thank you and for the shelter." Gabriel said as he climbed aboard, taking a seat near the back so he wouldn't disturb anyone.

Closing his eyes, he leaned against the window, a poor attempt to get some rest before his stop, which he almost missed as he'd drifted off.

Back in the warm of the loft building, Gabriel rushed as best as his lungs could take him to the elevators, he wanted to be back home before Liam realized he'd been gone.

His dearest did so much for him, even though he felt awful, his poor Liam was worse and if helping him meant fighting the winter snow, Gabriel would do it every time.

#anon asks #kaze answers #yay for camp libriel fans #sorry this took so long #so very fessor #kaze writes: Gabriel #snz fic #sick fic #sneeze fic #kaze writes: drabbles #fessor with a miserable cold is my fave #jesus christ i actually wrote something \○/

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amalthea-fictions · 1 year

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Hi there! I'm Amalthea and I like to write! Feel free to make a request!

WORKS

🔥 Kyojuro Rengoku X Reader [KNY] 🔥

Fractured Sunlight [Aftermath of Mugen Train]

Kankagari [Pregnancy]

Red Light District Under Cover [Request]

🍃Suzukaze X Kamui [Fire Emblem Fates] 🍃

Snow [Fluff]

Taking a Hit for the Other Person [Angst to Fluff]

Kamui's Kimono [Fluffy Drabble]

Fruit Salad [Fluff, only on A03]

An Important Question [Marriage Proposal, only on A03]

Epilogue [Angst to Fluff, only on A03]

Camilla [She Reacts to Kaze X Corrin, only on A03]

As King and Queen of Valla [only on A03]

🌌 Shepard X Garrus [ME] 🌌

Commander Shepard's Nickname [AKA Trolling James Vega]

Alternate Shakarian Reunion [ME2]

🐉 Charlie Weasley X Reader/Jacob’s Sibling [HPHM] 🐉

Small Moments [Fluffy Drabble]

Quidditch Rescue [Exactly what the title says LOL]

Charlie Learns You Can Speak to Dragons [Request]

Charlie Hurt to Comfort [Request]

Charlie Gushes About You [Fluffy Drabble]

🦅 Talbott Winger X Reader/Jacob's Sibling [HPHM] 🦅

Talbott's Surprise [Request]

Love Potion Mishap [Request]

🐍Sebastian Sallow X Reader/MC [HPHL]🐍

Don’t Mess with MC [Seb vs. Beasts Class Bully]

💫Aaravos X Reader [TDP] 💫

General HCs [Request]

Stuck in Mirror with Artsy Reader [Request]

Platonic: Aaravos being a big bro to a young reader [Request]

#Requests OPEN!#❤❤❤❤#sorry that I’m horrible with making titles #Demon Slayer X You #rengoku x reader #Suzukaze x kamui #kaze x corrin #fire emblem kaze #Mint Chip Ship #I don't care how old FE Fates is I will ALWAYS write for KazeCorrin #shakarian #charlie weasley x mc #charlie weasley x reader #hphm x you #hphm mc x tablott #talbott x mc #aaravos x reader #tdp x reader #sebastian sallow x mc

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hideyseek · 23 days

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THE FIC IS FINISHABLE 🎉🎉🎉

turns out i am someone who benefits from taking a day off, and also from walking in circles around the neighborhood while thinking through a plot issue.

idk this fic (mini heist!au) is the HARDEST thing ive written recently, i don't know why (its because it didnt come with themes, and also is complicated enough that its 8k, and also i folded the story in half and started telling it from the middle so there is a lot of flashbacks juggling which i find technically challenging, and also the climax scene involves violence which i have limited irl experience with and therefore ... also find technically challenging).

anyway. turns out once i know the character arcs .... its doable!!

i am sooo intrigued by how this fic compares with how we move from a to b, which was a fic of comparable length that i wrote in a similar span of time (3ish months) and drafts (3-4 i think) ... but this one is MUCH MORE COMPLICATED and is also a love story but without any space for romantic tension ... etc. anyway. head empty. bedtime.

#ok now nobody try to hang out with me tomorrow night and i will have! a draft!!!#also ... haha ... i take back what i said yesterday ... i think it might ... be good actually .....#carrot pspspsps kakeru puts a gun to haiji's head #hidey talks fic #i need to go read fics with a certain trope to prep for 520 day exchange fic ...#oh shit and i had the vaaaaaague plan to try to write the kaze server daycare au during this month #WE'LL SEE I GUESS. see this is what happens. i get close to finishing a fic and then i get REAL arrogant REAL fast lol #but seriously. touching two nearly done drafts in the span of 2 weeks based on happenstance timing (NOT SPEED OF WRITING. CANNOT STRESS THIS #ENOUGH LOL. I AM NOT. WRITING QUICKLY. DO NOT THINK THAT I AM. I AM NOT.) anyway. its gonna fill me w even more hubris than i already have

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sugarbear2001 · 1 month

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I need to draw art of Gilbert and Serge being a happy older couple living their lives together.

#or write a #fix it fic #maybe both #kaze to ki no uta #i need to shut up #im spiraling

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rockanroller · 3 months

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Spoilers to Kaze to ki no uta is an old shounen ai (boys love) anime about two students sharing a dorm together one the main characters Gilbert is pretty much the foundation of Angel dust, someone whose been abused, manipulated and can’t trust anyone, and both sexual harass men. Gilbert is a victim of child SA he is very hyper sexual and puts himself in dangerous sexual situations with men so he can hurt himself or to get those men to hurt another main character and his love interest. They do show explicit scenes of Gilbert being SA but it’s not for gratification like his not tied or gagged showing clips of BDSM porn with a shitty pop song talking about how “loves to be exploited but secretly hates it” it’s really heartbreaking plus Gilbert is totally in love with his abuser, who isn’t such a joke like his abuser is fucking terrifying he wants and enjoys Gilbert to destroying himself

Gilbert sexually harasses his roommate and love interest Serge but Serge stands up to Gilbert and says “no” like the sexual harassment is never written as comedic it’s taken seriously. Serge wants to save Gilbert or at least stop him from hurting himself by putting himself in this dangerous relationship with older men and even starts to fall for him but at the end of the day Gilbert can’t be saved and dies.

the thing with Angel dust is they don’t clarify whether he’s hyper sexual or just written as jokes? “lol Angel is making husk uncomfortable but husk secretly likes it 😈” “lmao Angel loves sucking dick and is such a slut and hypersexual people love talking about sex and dick sucking lol” and with how Valentino is written as joke with terrible voice performance I can’t take Valentino seriously as an abuser maybe if it was vox I could but introducing Valentino this early into the show was a mistake, I fucking hate how viv and crew underplay Valentino as just a “not so nice character or nasty evil man” like now he’s a rapist call it what it is.

tysm for giving us some further insight into other content portraying traumatized male characters in mlm scenarios. i haven't read it so i'll take your word on it for now and will have to read the manga sometime to form my own thoughts. but i can def agree with the last paragraph. viv's work has a track record of her writing switching back and forth between what she wants you to find funny and what she wants you to take seriously. most recently pointed out was how blitz/loona call moxxie fat and it's treated as funny--but then mammon calls fizz fat and it's treated as bad. or the fact that viv & friends & fans, as you say, tend to underplay Valentino a lot as just like...some guy Angel shouldn't be around bc "teehee he's a creep!" while still wanting us to feel bad for Angel, idk, it's a bizarre dynamic for sure. of course this isn't to say they haven't played Valentino worse in the past, many felt he was played properly threatening in Addict--but then as we've seen in his first appearance in Hazbin he's more like a pissy man-baby.

#angel dust critical #vivziepop writing #vivziepop critical #valentino critical #anon ask #kaze to ki no uta

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kazemiya · 1 year

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★彡Cute couple things between the two of you

Word count: 640

Taglist: @solaaresque (send an ask/reply to be added)

a/n: HI ok so like I’ve been feeling lowkey kinda down so I wrote some fluff hahaha it’s makes me feel a lot better so I hope you enjoy!!

Matching hoodies - Hokuto

“And the surprise is matching hoodies!” You pull out two hoodies with slightly subtle differences, both hanging on a seperate hanger.

Hokuto cocked his head to the side, raising one eyebrow “you want to match hoodies… ?”

You nod your head vigorously, offering him the hoodie that belongs to him, maybe, in hopes that he would agree.

Without hesitation, Hokuto slips on the hoodie immediately, “you have good taste y/n it looks good on both of us” he says giving you an affectionate smile.

It definitely shocked you how readily he agreed, even though he was your boyfriend.

“I mean, even before we started dating, you gifted me a lot of matching keychains and bracelets” chuckling softly under his breath, “I’ve kept them all this time, don’t worry I’ll treasure this hoodie as much as your other gifts”

Piggie back rides - Chiaki

You texted Chiaki about you leg and muscle aches from the previous day’s training session. But never would you have expected what he offered today…

Kneeling down, back facing you, he yelled enthusiastically “get on!! I will carry you to your next venue. ES Square!!

“Eh-? Chiaki !?! Why are you here?” You tried to control the volume of your voice to avoid attracting attention, of course to no avail, considering the amount of heads that turned when Chiaki yelled.

“You complained about your aches, so as your amazing hero boyfriend, it is my duty to ensure that you don’t overexert your muscles!” And after some coaxing, you climbed on his back, trying your best not to grip too hard on his shoulders.

Preparing to shift your legs “actually I don’t think it’s such a good idea, what if I’m too heavy-“ but before you can speak, Chiaki has already sped off as quickly as he could.

You managed to get to ES Square will lesser strains on your aches but you can’t say the same about Chiaki, who currently is trying to hold in his pain. “I’ll be fine my love! Good luck with ur meeting today!”

Cooking together - Jun

“So you whisk the eggs like this” Jun slowly mixed them to show you before handing it over.

Nodding your head, you copied his movements to the best of your ability and Jun continued on with the other preparations for your cooking date.

Jun suddenly felt a cold patch start to form on his folded sleeve, and the culprit of it is, egg yolk-?

“Tsk tsk y/n here it’s like this” he comes behind you and puts his hand over the one whisking the eggs, and his other hand over ur hand holding the bowl. He slowly whisked it “see? It doesn’t splatter out”

Jun used his apron and wipe the remaining egg stains off your face and chuckles “ good job though for a first try”

Doing skincare together - Arashi

“Y/n darling thank you for doing this with me” she thanked while applying a mud mask on your face, while you swatted on the counter with your eyes closed.

“Of course, you’re always so good at it! I will Never refuse” you admitted. Arashi always ensured she had a day of the week freed up for you to come over and bond with her. And this week, it was her turn to pick the activity, of course she picked skin care.

Peeking a little bit when Arashi wasn’t looking, despite her instructions, you caught a glimpse of her.

“Arashi, you’re so pretty and amazing” you leaned in, brushing your lips slightly against hers, a little afraid to ruin the mask she applied.

Snapping out of the shock due to your sudden movement, she jutted out her lip in a pout, “y/n! You’ll cause your face mask to crack if you do that again! We can always kiss after we finish this alright?”

#ensemble stars x y/n #ensemble stars fluff #ensemble stars imagines #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #hokuto hidaka #hokuto x reader #hokuto hidaka x reader #chiaki morisawa x reader #chiaki x reader #chiaki morisawa #jun sazanami x reader #jun sazanami #arashi x reader #arashi narukami x reader #arashi narukami #kaze writes #esworks

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kaze-writes · 5 days

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A/N: I don't think I've been this apprehensive to share a story in a long long time, and not (only) because it's a (mild) smut. I've spent months and months with Jaz, Leon and the crew but realised they've never been formally introduced to here so... be gentle with me them.

Infra-Red

Summary: In which Jaz and Leon get a little too distracted during an award show. Warning: This story contains explicit NSFW content. Anyone below the age of 18 or uncomfortable with this topic is advised not to interact.

Everyone's living in black and white We see each other in a different light That’s why I look at you like I do Like nobody else is even in the room

~ Three Days Grace - Infra-Red ~

Award shows were Jaz’s favourites.

There was just something about them - the colourful hustle and bustle, the tension and excitement, the sheer force of the emotions as prizes were handed out and tear-filled speeches were given on stage.

And then, there were the afterparties, of course; a chance for everyone to let down their hair without getting harassed by journalists. There usually was great music involved, free drinks, catching up with old friends and making new ones, the air abuzz with talent, inspiration and good vibes.

The particular award show the members of Equinox were currently headed to promised just that, and Jaz was fidgeting in her evening gown, impatient to finally get going. Jacques, the band’s stylist, tutted and slapped her hand away as she reached for the satin strap that had wandered up her shoulder.

“Stop that.” Giving her a disapproving look as he pulled the strap back into place. “You look gorgeous.”

“Thanks.” Jaz glanced at herself in the floor-length mirror Jacques had set up. Self-consciously, she ran her hand over the shimmering red satin. “Is it really necessary to –”

“I spent an eternity sourcing this dress,” Jacques said sternly, brushing his hand almost reverently over the smooth fabric. “If you ruin this vision I created out of you, I’ll make you wear Primark for the rest of your miserable, unstylish life. Now stop complaining.”

“What’s wrong with Primark?”

“I don’t get paid enough for this,” Jacques muttered, rubbing his temples and handing Jaz a bag that was so tiny she could hardly fit her phone, lipstick and a handful of hairpins in.

He ushered her out the door of the big townhouse in Kensington, belonging to Equinox’s manager and mentor Rich Cameron, to where the rest of the band was already waiting for their car to arrive.

Rich Cameron himself, dressed in a sharply tailored suit, was looking at his watch impatiently, typing something into his phone every now and again.

“About bloody time you got ready. I was about to go in there and get you out myself.”

“You can’t rush art,” Jacques said indignantly in Jaz’s stead, picking up his bag. He silently pointed at his eyes with one hand, then at Jaz but there was a gleam in his eyes as he blew them all a kiss and vanished into the brightly-lit London night.

Everett James, their band’s lead singer, raised his eyes from his phone and whistled audibly.

”Looking hot, Jaz.” He grinned at Leon, who stood next to him with an unreadable expression and elbowed him in the side. “I’m gonna need her standing next to me, that’s for sure.”

Leon mumbled something in return Jaz couldn’t hear and turned away, seemingly indifferent, but the appreciative flash in his eyes as he looked her up and down hadn’t been lost on Jaz. She knew that look. Warmth pooled in her stomach and she tried not to look at him further as they waited. She was going to have enough of it before the night was over.

Half an hour, two traffic jams and diversions and an almost-fit from Rich later, they finally arrived at the venue, the red carpet rolled out there flanked by rows of people clutching bulky, expensive-looking cameras. They began flashing as Mel stepped from their limousine first, sequins on her midnight blue suit rattling, and the screams and lights intensified when the whole ensemble finally posed side by side to have their picture taken.

Jaz embraced the hecticness, smiling at the photographers she soon wasn’t able to see from the blinding lights.

Next to her, Leon had casually shoved one hand into the pocket of his suit so that his stack of colourful bracelets was showing against his tanned skin, the other resting on the small of Jaz’s exposed back.

Her smile never faltered, but Jaz was aware of every point of skin Leon was touching with his fingers, a pleasant twist going through her stomach whenever he moved or adjusted his hand. He began tapping her skin, wandering them along her spine in movements too minuscule for anyone but her to notice. She shivered, her core pulling together. Fighting the urge to look at him, Jaz’s eyes and smile remained trained on the photographers documenting their every move, but she knew which look she’d find there if she did. The thought of his small, slightly crooked smile, which always made him look like he knew something no one else did, did nothing to make her body stop tingling.

They were about to head inside, already out of sight of the cameras, when Leon gently touched her arm.

Jaz obediently let herself fall back - subtly, so the others wouldn’t notice - and between two heartbeats, Leon bent down to her, his hot breath brushing her cheek as he whispered something into her ear. Then he was gone again, catching up to Mara, leaving Jaz to walk behind them with heat spreading from her stomach into the rest of her.

Their table was rather to the back of the room, further from the stage than Rich would have liked. He kept on complaining but Jaz didn’t mind the obscurity created by the spots directed at the front of the room. Mel was chatting to her about the results of last week’s football match - “Celtic should have gotten that penalty, I swear to bloody God!” - but Jaz couldn’t bring herself to do much more than nod every now and again. Beneath the table, Leon, who was sitting on her other side talking to Mara, had his leg pressed against hers, the heat coming off his body palpable despite the cool air streaming from the ventilation shafts. She could smell his aftershave, mixed with a subtle hint of the hairspray Jacques had used to give his hair the perfectly messed-up look that made Jaz want to run her hand through it. She was burning with impatience now, making her leg bounce up and down, causing even more friction between her and Leon.

Hadn’t she known better, she would've thought Leon hadn’t noticed her restlessness. He looked like nothing was amiss, the only indication of being aware of Jaz the shifting of his leg, brushing along the patch of bare skin accessible through the slit in her skirt, and the barely perceptible smirk he gave her when she tensed. Her leg bounced faster and she did her best not to squirm in her seat, biting her lip almost painfully to keep from gasping when he brought his hand to her thigh beneath the table and squeezed it tightly.

‘Go,’ his brief look at her seemed to say before he turned back to Mara again, and Jaz needn’t be told twice.

She raised herself from her seat and hastily left the table with a mumbled excuse. Even as she walked away, she could feel Leon’s eyes on her back. When she had left the increasingly bustling hall behind and entered the now quiet hallway, her phone buzzed in her handbag. She checked the message, looking left and right as she followed the short instructions on her screen.

Rounding a corner, even the last traces of activity ceased and Jaz was alone. A little further ahead, she could spot her destination but when she made her way to it, she found the door of the storage closet she’d been aiming at locked.

Well, shit.

Knowing that she couldn’t linger, Jaz unceremoniously plucked a pin from the elaborate updo Jacques had twisted her hair into and got to work. When Leon arrived a couple of minutes later, he was surprised to already find her waiting inside.

“I thought it’d be locked.”

“You sent me to a room you thought was locked?”

“Didn’t have much time studying the floor plan, did I?”

“I suppose not.” Jaz smiled innocently. “And it was locked.”

“Then how did you…”

She raised her hand with the hairpin still lodged between her index and middle finger. “Perks of living with Mel.”

“Do I really want to know?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

Jaz slipped from the small table she’d been sitting on and placed her hand on his chest. “On whether you came here for talking.”

Not wasting another word, Leon bent to kiss her. Their mouths met greedily, hungrily, his lips tasting of the champagne they’d been served at the table. Jaz sighed as his tongue slipped into her mouth, his hands moving from her waist to the exposed skin of her back. Their kiss deepening, Leon pushed her back against the table and she let him lift her upwards onto the tabletop again.

His tie was discarded as soon as it was loose enough, Leon’s shirt following soon after as Jaz unbuttoned it with flying fingers. Her fingers spanned the countless pictures inked into his skin for a moment, but she was soon distracted when Leon dipped his head to her throat, leaving a burning trail of kisses in his wake. She slung her arm around his neck, arching her back to meet him, both their breaths coming heavily.

When they locked lips again and Leon's fingers trailed from her spine up into her artfully arranged hair, Jaz was reluctant to have to pull away.

“Stop that,” she gasped, the sound turning into a barely subdued moan as Leon ran his finger along her temple and cheekbones, coming to rest on her lower lip.

“Why would I?”

“Because I can’t walk out of here looking like I just had a shag, can I?”

Leon hummed. “I like that look on you.”

Catching Leon’s hands still playing with her hair, she guided them to where the fabric of her dress parted at her thigh to allow more room for motion.

“I know other things your hands could do, though.”

With a mischievous smirk that made her core pull together, Leon slipped his hands beneath the cool satin and onto her burning skin. His hands were rough as they pushed the fabric upwards, spanning Jaz’s thighs with the exact amount of pressure that made her dip her head back in pleasure. She shuddered as Leon brought his mouth to her chest, tracing the outline of her breasts where the red satin of her dress began.

“I love this dress,” he murmured against her skin, making Jaz sigh, “but honestly, I’d prefer you out of it.”

Almost reluctantly, Jaz pulled away from him and hooked her fingers under the loops of his belt. “I thought you’d never get to the point.”

Leon laughed darkly, arms enveloping her as he kissed her again, more roughly than before. Jaz met his pace, blindly pulling his belt away and undoing his flies as he lifted her from the table and turned her around. She steadied herself against the wall with her hand, one foot set onto one of the boxes littering the floor. Leon was pressing against her from behind, the heat of him compensating for the chilly air hitting her skin as he pushed her dress further up and up.

“What’s that, drummer girl?” he murmured into her ear, his breath hot against her neck. “No underwear?”

She shot a teasing look over her shoulder even though her knees were close to buckling as Leon parted her legs with his hands and let them wander continuously higher. “Complaining, are we?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The grip on her shoulder tightened, and Jaz stifled a moan when he pushed inside of her. They had been doing this game for long enough to find their rhythm immediately, and it was all she could do not to cry out as Leon moved against her. The pace he set was quick, as much because of their shortage of time as of their mutual need, and Jaz did her best to match him. With every thrust she pushed herself against him, delighting in the friction she caused that way which made her head spin.

It wasn’t long before she felt the heat beginning to pool in her stomach, the familiar tingle beginning to grow. When she thought she couldn’t contain it any longer, Leon’s fingers dug into her skin, the ends of his hair brushing her collarbone as he buried his face against her neck, shuddering as he came. Jaz allowed herself to let go as well, fireworks exploding in front of her eyes as her high rolled over her. Clasping her hand in front of her mouth, she stifled the cry dropping from her lips.

Tension leaving her body, she let herself collapse onto the tabletop in front of her. After the long moment it took for her to find her bearings again, she propped herself onto her elbows, brushing one of the locks that had fallen from her updo after all from her face with shaky hands.

“You alright?”

Leon ran his hand down her spine but there was no fire behind the gesture anymore, only genuine concern at her prolonged silence. Laughing breathily, Jaz turned to him, brushing her skirt down as she did so.

“Never better.”

From beyond the door and down the hallway, the faint sound of clapping could be heard. Using the dusty mirror propped against the wall, Jaz quickly reapplied her lipstick and smoothed down her hair. When she was done, she studied Leon’s reflection behind her; his hair, which had been messy to begin with, was in even more of a state than before and there was a distinct red mark next to his mouth from her lipstick. Having tapped her face in the corresponding spot, he quickly wiped it off.

“It’s a good thing you always look like you just got out of bed anyway.”

Leon, in the process of buckling up his belt again, paused and raised one eyebrow at her. “I didn’t when I arrived here.”

Chuckling, Jaz stepped towards the door, purposefully brushing against Leon as she did so. She lingered there, laying one hand against his cheek and raising her chin as if to kiss him.

A look of surprise flickering over his face he leaned in, closing his eyes, but before their lips could touch, Jaz pulled away with a smirk.

“Five minutes,” she breathed, her words ghosting over his lips. “See you at the show.”

And with that, she slipped from the room, leaving Leon behind. Making sure that no one had seen her, she quickly smoothed down her dress and made her way back towards the venue.

When she reached their table, the opening show had just begun. Rich gave her a dark look as she took her seat and turned back to the stage. When his attention was elsewhere, Mel leaned in, whispering,

“Where have you fucking been?”

Jaz pursed her lips and shrugged. “Fucking somewhere else.”

“Say a word next time you choose to disappear into the nether,” Mel rolled her eyes. “Leon went to find you.”

“He did?”

“Yeah, didn’t you see him?”

The lie left her lips smoothly. “Not at all.”

“I bet he went to get something that makes this shit a little more fun,” Everett threw in from the other side of Mel. “He could have said something, at least. I would have joined him.”

Jaz bit the insides of her cheek. “No doubt about that.”

“Diversion can be found in the strangest of places, if you only look for them, my friend.”

Leon had appeared behind them, having come from the opposite entrance of the one Jaz had come through. His smile was level as he slipped into his seat but the way his lips twitched as his eyes grazed Jaz wasn’t lost on her.

Everett’s look seemed to say ‘I told you so’ but Jaz only sipped on her champagne, eyes pointedly trained at the stage. Trying not to smirk, she spun the hairpin Leon had pressed into her palm beneath the table between her fingers.

Award shows truly were her favourites.

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Lullaby for a Stormy Night

Happy (non-UK) Mother's Day to all mothers, aspiring mothers, people who lost their mothers (my heart goes out to you), and basically, all of us. We rock 💛

A/N: Ethel and Florence Hexley (in mention) belong to the best of the best @the-al-chemist

The library of Fraser Hall lay plunged in shadow. A few hours ago, pale sunlight had still touched the oaken shelves, but now, the only sources of light were the lightning bolts splitting the sky in half and the pearlescent glow of the lithe little ghost hovering next to the woman sitting by the window.

Selene Fraser’s brows were drawn together in a concentrated frown. In her hands, she was holding the tassels of the curtain, strands of its fringe interwoven with her fingers. Her eyes flickered to the letter lying in her lap, and, with a huff, she let the tassels drop again.

“I must be doing something wrong, Alan,” she muttered to the ghost of her pet ferret. “Mrs Hexley has spelt it all out for me, but I can’t seem to get it right. Why must this be so hard?”

“As usual, you do not lack in understanding. Only patience,” replied a voice that sounded as if it came from far away. From behind a bookshelf, a second shimmering figure emerged, its feet floating inches above the burgundy carpet. Alan’s ears twitched at the sight of his undead companion, settling contentedly on Henry Lovecraft’s shoulder as he came to a halt next to Selene. He cocked an inquisitive brow at the darkness of the room. “Why haven’t you started a fire?”

Selene startled, as if only now realising how dark it had become. “I must have forgotten. Mrs Hexley sent her response about my plight with Caitlin’s hair. I couldn’t wait to put her suggestions to the test, but they turned out to be a lot more complicated than I thought.” She gave Henry a pleading look. “Can you, perchance, make sense of it?”

Raising the letter in Henry’s direction, it took the flicker of defeat crossing his face for Selene to remember that he wouldn’t be able to take it. With a sting of remorse, she turned the parchment of him to read in the little light he and Alan were exuding.

“Why must plaiting a little girl’s hair be so impossibly complicated?” she said glumly as Henry’s eyes flew over the lines. “I barely manage to contain it. Why can’t she just keep it down, like me? It’s all I ever wanted when I was her age, but she seems to despise it.”

Henry paused. The beat it took for him to answer filled the room, the storm howling outside appearing all the louder for his silence.

“Caitlin is not like you, Selly.

But I wish she were.

Guilt rose in Selene’s chest upon thinking it. She knew what it felt like not living up to a mother’s expectations. Caitlin maybe was tenaciously stubborn in her wish to be prim and proper, but how could Selene love her any less for it? She was her daughter, after all.

“When I was her age, I always had to be presentable, no matter the circumstances,” Selene frowned, her eyes resting on the shield with the painted golden stag above the fireplace. She thoughtfully turned the heavy gold ring on her middle finger. “It was stifling, Henry. I hated it. It’s not what I want for Caitlin.”

“You and Caitlin are not the same, and neither are your lives,” Henry repeated softly. “You were a bird afraid of being caged. Caitlin is a bird afraid of finding it has nowhere to land.”

“But she has me. She has all of this,” Selene insisted, indicating the vastness of the estate surrounding them. More quietly, she added. “And she has you.”

“I’m happy to provide her a place of comfort when she needs it.”

“She loves you,” Selene said, looking at the rain pattering against the glass rather than at Henry. “You’re the closest thing to a father she has.”

Henry’s face was unreadable. “She has questions. If only you -”

“No.” Selene’s voice was sharp. “I won’t have her dreams crushed like this. It would be too cruel.”

“To her or to you?”

Selene’s answer was drowned by the sound of rolling thunder. A blinding white flash cut through the night, a vein of bright light connecting the storm-heavy sky to the surface of the nearby lake. The walls of Fraser Hall seemed to shudder under the impact, and Selene was almost sure she could hear the window panes ringing. She rushed to the window, pressing her fingertips to the cool glass, hoping to see another lightning bolt following the first.

When it did, a sound from within the estate made her freeze. Someone was screaming.

Caitlin.

In less than a heartbeat, Selene was out of the library and running down the hallway. She had already taken the first flight of stairs when the next lightning cracked, almost stumbling as she skitted around the corner and burst into her daughter’s room.

Caitlin sat upright in her bed, huddled against the wall and hiding her face between her drawn-up legs. The wind had pushed the tall window right beside her bed ajar. Icy raindrops whipped inside, the curtains billowing like dark, ghostly creatures reaching for the terrified, sobbing child.

Bracing her shoulder against the window, Selene closed it again, drawing the curtains tight. Lighting the candle on Caitlin’s bedside, she carefully approached her trembling daughter.

“Caitlin?” she asked softly. “What happened?”

Slowly, Caitlin raised her face from between her knees. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and she was hugging the stuffed cow her godmother had given her tightly to her chest. Alan floated past Selene towards her, but when he touched his cold nose to Caitlin’s cheek, she shivered and moved away.

“Where’s Uncle Henry, Mummy? I need him to come.”

Selene did her best to not let her disappointment show. She looked behind her to signal Henry to take over but found he wasn’t there. She frowned. She could have sworn that he’d been right behind her. In fact, she had passed right through him in her rush to get to Caitlin. Where had he gone?

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” Selene said slowly, turning back to Caitlin. “Maybe he has gone to ask the thunder about new stories. Actually, I bet that’s where he’s gone.” She hesitated. “Will you make do with me until he returns?”

Caitlin said nothing, resting her chin on top of her cow’s head like she had done since she was big enough to hold it. Every moment of her silence made Selene’s heart sink a little further, but when a heavy gust of wind made the shutters outside rattle and Caitlin jumped in terror, she closed her arms around her daughter anyway.

“There’s no shame in being afraid,” she murmured, gently rocking back and forth. “Thunderstorms are scary.”

Again, Caitlin remained silent. She sat stiffly in her mother’s arms, shrouding herself in a silence Selene didn’t know how to read. When she was almost convinced that Caitlin wouldn’t answer her at all, she quietly said:

“You’re not.”

Selene tilted her head. “I’m not what?”

“Afraid. Of the thunderstorms. How is that?”

Selene had never thought about this. As long as she could remember, storms - especially here, in the Scottish Highlands - had always glued her to her window. There was something fascinating about them, both empowering and humbling. The very air seemed to be alive, thrumming with energy. She had often sat in her bedroom after her parents had gone to sleep, looking at the patterns the lightning would draw on the sky, imagining how the rain would feel on her face and the wind in her hair.

“I think,” she heard herself say,” I like thunderstorms because you can’t confine them. No matter what you do, a thunderstorm will not be tamed.”

“I wish they would. They’re ghastly.”

The little quiver in Caitlin’s voice made Selene’s heart squeeze. Tentatively, she placed her hand on Caitlin’s back.

“Why didn’t you call for me earlier? This is only an autumn storm. There’s no reason for you to be afraid.”

“Of course you would say so!” Caitlin suddenly lashed out, angrily shaking off her mother’s hand. “You’re not afraid of anything, not ever. You wouldn’t understand!”

Rendered speechless, Selene blinked several times. Caitlin was shaking again, but it wasn’t from fear. When she turned away, Selene recognised the flash in her daughter’s eyes. She saw the anger, but more importantly, something else Selene remembered all too well - helplessness.

“Do you know what Granda Angus used to say?” she said softly. “He said, when it thunders, the gods of yore beat their drums to dance. Doesn’t that sound merry to you?”

Caitlin didn’t look convinced but tentatively nodded. Encouraged, Selene continued.

“He never seemed to run out of stories. They were the most fantastic ones, even more fantastic than Uncle Henry’s, but you mustn’t tell him I said that.”

Caitlin wrinkled her nose, but her chokehold on the stuffed cow had eased. “This can’t be, Mummy. Uncle Henry’s stories are the best.”

“It’s true, I promise. Granda knew stories about this land, and ghosts, and fairies, and every creature you can possibly imagine. No one knew more about our home than him.”

Selene smiled sadly at the memory. Angus Fraser, who had been more of a father to her than her actual father, had passed away just short of two years ago. She still missed him terribly.

“Every night before I went to bed, Granda would tell me one of his stories,” she continued. “He claimed he was Dream Angus, come to bring me all the adventures I could possibly dream of. And after, Grandma would sing to me.” She paused. “Would you like me to sing for you, too?”

Caitlin considered her offer for a moment. She nodded.

“I think I’d like that.”

“Come here, then.”

Selene held her arms wide and waited for her daughter to nestle against her chest. Softly, she began to sing.

Dreams to sell, fine dreams to sell, Angus is here with dreams to sell. Hush now, wee bairnie, and sleep without fear, For Angus will bring a dream, my dear.

The familiar melody made a smile appear on Selene’s face. Without meaning to, she slipped into the soft accent her grandmother had spoken with, not as hard as her grandfather’s and uncles, but softer, enveloping her like a blanket that felt like home. Dream Angus had been her favourite lullaby growing up, but she hadn’t sung it in a long time; not since Caitlin had decided she was old enough to go to bed alone.

The sound of her grandmother’s voice singing her to sleep was probably what Selene had missed most every time she had to return home to Edinburgh. Her mother had never sung to her, not that she could remember. Even now, years later, the thought seemed absurd, but it didn’t matter. The time for Selene and her mother had passed.

Despite herself, the thought of Lucretia Fraser lingered, stirring a familiar sadness in Selene’s heart. How often had she hesitated, not daring to ask for what she truly wanted when she bade her mother goodnight? How often had she wished she’d reach out and hold her, stroke her hair and murmur soft words of motherly affection? She had imagined it, so many times, hoped that once - just once - things would be different. That she’d be loved for who she was and not for who she was raised to be.

Over time, the feeling had changed. The yearning in her heart had been filled by others, but never entirely. Her grandmother, Mrs Hexley - her best friend’s mother - and, of course, Ethel herself; they and so many others had loved Selene for herself, and Selene had loved them back. She’d let them inside her heart, but somehow, they had never quite fit. The hole at its very core had never been completely closed.

She looked down at Caitlin’s wild curls as she sang, the notes dropping from her lips heavy with the love she felt for this little, stubborn girl, who was so much like her and yet so little. Caitlin had broken her and made her whole again, in ways Selene had never believed possible. Maybe it wasn’t what she’d wanted, but whatever Caitlin had done, the scar on her heart barely hurt anymore. She had healed her, and Selene would do everything in her power to thank her for every hour of every day.

Maybe she wasn’t the mother Caitlin wanted or needed, but in this moment, with the wind raging outside, and the thunder rolling, and the wood of the home Selene had made for them creaking comfortably around them, she felt that maybe - just maybe - she could grow into the mother Caitlin deserved. She would never let her feel as unseen as she had felt growing up. She didn’t know how, but Selene wasn’t scared of rocky roads. She always found her way.

Dreams to sell, fine dreams to sell, Angus is here with dreams to sell. Hush now, wee bairnie, and sleep without fear, For Angus will bring a dream, my dear.

The last of the notes sunk into the peaceful quiet of the room. Selene let it linger, enjoying the wistfulness wrapping around her for a moment longer.

“It’s not true, you know,” she breathed softly. “I am afraid. More often than you might think.”

Her admission was swallowed by the stillness. Caitlin had gone still in Selene’s arms, her chest rising and falling steadily. Smoothing down her messily plaited hair, Selene lowered her back onto her pillow, covered her and her stuffed cow with the duvet and blew out the candle.

Rising carefully, Selene stood by the window. The worst of the storm seemed to have passed; the wind had made a gap appear in the heavy blanket of clouds, and through it shone a sliver of the moon. Everything looked different in its silvery light; the old leaves, the dust, the dirt of the past few weeks, all of it had been swept away by the storm. Tomorrow, the sun would rise again in all its glory, and the world would glow fresh, and bright, and beautiful.

That was what she loved about storms, Selene realised. The way they made things new.

Tearing herself away from the view of her beloved valley, she turned to leave. In the doorway, she could see the pearly white silhouette of Henry. She didn’t know how long he’d been there, but he gave her a slight nod, which Selene answered with a grateful smile. She looked back at her now peacefully sleeping daughter.

The storm outside had passed, she thought to herself. Maybe one day, theirs would, too.

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