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The only thing I think I got right | Luke Castellan

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A "Better Unknown" AU oneshot

Main Series: Better Unknown

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Minor God! Half-Blood! Gender Neutral MC

Synopsis: Out of everything that Luke thought he fucked up his entire life, Y/N leaving him where he stood was the ultimate fuck up he wishes he hadn’t. How can he fix this? And will he be able to?

Tags: Two idiots, mutual pining, Best friends to lovers, fluff, angst with comfort

Warning: Little beta- reading, foul language

Banner by @/cafekitsune

A/N: Hello once again! This was a last-minute idea that's why I'm a little late. Happy Valentines Day! Or belated Valentines' Day if it's already the 15th for you like it is for me. Once again, English is not my first language so apologies for any grammatical errors. Critiques are always welcomed.

A/N: Also, I correct some stuff whenever I see fit sometimes. So if anyone sees any errors, no you didn't. Also also, as of February 16, 2024, I have updated the ending.

It was the month everyone either despised or loved; It was Aphrodite’s month. A.K.A Valentines. February was always Camp Half-Blood's busiest month. With nymphs making sure every tree was lush and perfect, satyrs helping Demeter kids with preparing and picking the ripest strawberries, Aphrodite kids running around the camp supervising preparations for a feast to be held in honor of their mother alongside some Hermes and Hephaestus kids who were tasked on helping them, with a small fee of dessert that is.

Half of the campers were hanging out with their friends today, grateful that they could finally have a day to themselves, either by canoeing on the lake or having picnics in front of the beautiful views the Hill can give them. Younger campers made heart-shaped letters in the arts and crafts center to send to either their parent or the person they wanted to confess to. Others were practicing the lyre, particularly the Apollo kids, who were asked to help serenade confessing individuals, once again, with a small fee of their food portions, drachmas, and other privileges.

Then there was Y/N. Along with some Ares kids, they were on the training grounds, passing the time. It wasn't that Y/N was a bitter gremlin on Valentine's or anything, it was just that they treated it just like any other day. Why need a day to celebrate your love for others when you can do that every day? Was their philosophy. Truth be told, ever since their mom's passing, they just didn't see the point in celebrating. But that was before coming to Camp Half-Blood. They didn't celebrate arriving in camp either, don't get them wrong…but at least they weren’t alone. It wasn’t like the Ares kids were bitter gremlins either; they just didn’t care. Well, they claim they don’t. But you’ll have to take their word on it.

Y/N was with Clarisse and one of her other siblings, Mark, who insisted on joining them. Clarisse was helping Y/N with the spear, also with a small fee (why would anyone work for free nowadays anyway?). They have been sparring for a few hours, and none have yet to let down. Perks of being the Ares kid and a minor god, respectively. Another sparring session commenced and Mark just watched as their sibling and Y/N hit blow after blow with each other. The clashing of wood and iron made the air sting with adrenaline, and both took advantage of it.

The dropping of the spear took Mark off his apparent disassociation, and the scene came into view. Y/N was on the ground, with Clarisse pointing a spear to their neck, one minor move from Y/N and Clarisse could nick them. Y/N, out of breath, smiled and looked up at the girl, before nodding and raising their hands in complete surrender. "Alright, Clarisse. You got me." The child of Ares cackled victoriously at them, Mark in the background cheering. Y/N got up and brushed the dust off their clothes.

“You’re kinda getting good. You still suck but the sparring’s getting you somewhere.” Give it to Clarisse for giving compliments, if you can call it a compliment. But Y/N took it as one. It was a rare occurrence for the Ares cabin’s head counselor to give compliments to other cabins, but for some odd reason, Y/N was an exception. Well, it wasn’t THAT odd. Y/N and Clarisse were best friends, and other campers find that awfully odd. But to Y/N, they were odd to begin with and everything in their life, from the Gods to prophecies to quests are too, so who cares? Being friends with the biggest bully and their other siblings in the camp was the least of their worries.

Y/N rolled their eyes at Clarisse before shoving their hands in their jean pockets, making their way to a hay bale, and plopping down on it. Clarisse sat next to them, looking at the spear in their hands. “Any plans for the Goddess of Love’s Day?” Y/N asks out of the blue. Clarisse only stared at them before she started laughing with malice. Is it malice? Y/N couldn’t tell.

“What do you think, Ease?” Clarisse smirked as Y/N blushed at the nickname. It was a nickname given by Y/N’s other best friend, Luke, the son of Hermes. It was a nickname to embody what Y/N was to Luke, as he claims. Ever since the duo came back to camp after a particularly harrowing quest, Luke never had any troubles with sleeping and claimed Y/N had everything to do with it. Y/N begged to disagree, although they weren't going to admit he was right. Ever since, that nickname stuck like glue. Luke took every second embarrassing them with the nickname. It secretly infuriated them, but Y/N knew it had to be endearing, so they let it go. Y/N had a weird set of friends, who would never get along they think, but Y/N didn’t care. A friend was a friend.

Clarisse, unfortunately, one day had the fortune of hearing Luke call them that. It was during one of the sword fighting training sessions with Luke, and he, out of either pettiness or wanting to embarrass the hell out of Y/N, called them up to be their test dummy sparring buddy. It went smoothly at first. Y/N wasn’t new to Luke asking them to be his sparring and demonstration partner whenever both Y/N’s cabin’s itineraries and his time as a teacher coincide, which doesn’t happen that often, but when it does Luke took advantage of it. Regardless, Y/N did it for Luke. And Luke was always ever so grateful for it.

After a few demonstrations from Luke, the real sparring commenced. Y/N knew they had no leg to stand on and was awfully aware that Luke was the best swordsman in Camp Half-Blood. There was no way in hell they’d beat him. It was a short spar and before they knew it, Y/N was on the ground, a scene Y/N was all too familiar with to the point Y/N might as well befriend the ground they walk on by how much accustomed they were to being face to face with it.

Luke smiled at Y/N as the tip of their sword was right in front of their throat and Y/N rolled their eyes. "You okay there, Ease?" he asked, offering their hand for them to take. Y/N partially accepted the offer, before their eyes widened. The nickname wasn't supposed to go out to everyone else. They looked at the crowd before them, Apollo kids, Y/N's cabin, and unfortunately, Ares kids and Clarisse. Shame and embarrassment became anger, and Y/N swatted Luke's hand before beelining to the exit.

Luke stood there stunned, not realizing the gravity of the situation. It took him a while to finally understand what he had done. Y/N had firmly asked them to keep the nickname between themselves. But Luke couldn't help it. He forgets himself whenever he's in front of them. It was like Y/N was his tunnel vision, and he forgot every ounce of autonomy and thought. He knew he didn't mean to embarrass Y/N but it slipped. And now, Luke had to ask for penance. It wasn't new for the two to bicker and fight, it was in friends' nature to do so. However, this was different. Y/N was the type to always prove a point, and they'd normally react with a malice-laced “What the hell does that mean?” or a very exasperated “What?”, but today was different. They left without arguing, and that scared Luke more than all of their heated fights combined. He swallowed from worry and nervousness before apologizing to everyone in the arena, also beelining to the exit. Clarisse was there to witness everything, and for once that day, she snickered.

Ever since that day, Ease had stuck in everyone's minds. Although no one dared to use it and stuck on calling Y/N their name, Clarisse would use it often to either taunt or tease them, there was no in-between.

"I hate you so much" Y/N begrudgingly says, looking far away from them. Clarisse's laugh roared as a response. "Does Mr. Loverboy have any plans for you both?” That got Y/N's attention. They tilted their head, trying to decipher her words. Clarisse, ever so observant, took that as an answer and sighed.

"He's such a fucking loser." Mark and Y/N's heads snap up, nonverbally lecturing the girl for the use of such…language. It was second nature to think Chiron was listening to them, and the look of disapproval from the camp director was hard to remove. The last thing they wanted was Clarisse getting in trouble or worse…dishwashing duty. “What? It’s true, isn’t it? That boy is in love with you and couldn’t get the balls to confess to you. He's stuck looking at you like a kicked puppy every time he even catches sight of you it's so damn annoying.” It was now Y/N’s turn to laugh, albeit it was more bitter than straight coffee. They knew it wasn’t possible. Y/N knew their feelings for their best friend were genuine but for some sick, twisted, sadistic reason, Y/N decided upon themselves to assume that it was one-sided, and thus made it their mission to lock it up and throw away the key. Even if they weren’t romantically involved, they were just happy for Luke to be a part of their life. Y/N has convinced themselves.

“I can’t believe I’m friends with idiots!” Clarisse raises her arms in frustration and annoyance, to both her best friend and Luke themselves. It was clear that they danced around their feelings and it was so fascinating that an Ares kid out of everyone saw that, out of all the kids in the camp. It was comedic, albeit sad, but comedic.

“Clarisse, you’re the only one who thinks that.” “Not really.” Mark immediately interjects. Y/N glares at the kid, Mark shrugging in response. Clarisse pumps her fist in the air and high-fives Mark in vindication. “Even the kid sees it, Y/N. Stop telling yourself it ain’t so because it is. Luke loves you and you love him. End of story.”

"I'm content that he's part of my life, Clarisse. Isn't that enough?" The last sentence came out in the form of a whisper, which even Y/N was surprised by. They tried to convince either themselves or Clarisse & Mark that that was the case. Why were they getting choked up about this in the first place? Weren't they content that he was part of their life? Y/N damns their actions for betraying their words.

“Look, just accept the fact you like Luke. Stop pretending and stop convincing yourself that you don’t. Let your feelings out.” Clarisse blurted out. Y/N couldn’t help but not stifle a laugh. “Since when did you become Aphrodite’s kid?” Clarisse jokingly punched their shoulder, a blush creeping in her cheeks. “Shut up.” The Clarisse that they knew, the one who hid her feelings well, embodied pride, arrogance & exuded bravery, and wouldn’t dare give any advice, less a confession, was back.

“Look, I’m just saying that you’re no better than Luke. You might be even worse than him. And I don’t like seeing my best friend sulking because they made their own bed and laid on it. Stop being stupid and accept the fact that Luke has feelings for you and you have to as well or I'll have to beat you with a stick just to get it through your thick skull."

Y/N spent the entire day looking for Luke, who was nowhere to be found in his normal stations. They asked all his siblings about his whereabouts but nothing. Na-da. Zip. It wasn’t like him to disappear. In a day they’d see wafts of his brownish-black curly hair in the crowd multiple times and knew it was him. Whenever they see him, it was as if he's the only one they can see.

They decided to look around the cabins once again. They bargained to themselves that if they didn’t see him that time, they’d just look for them at the dining pavilion later tonight or just assume he’s busy. They were so busy with their thoughts it took them a while to finally see the man of the hour. He was leaning against the Aphrodite Cabin, talking to a girl. The girl was blonde, and her height was the same as Luke's shoulder. Louise Clifford-Jacobs, Y/N remembered her name. They were one of Aphrodite Cabin’s kindest members. Y/N wasn’t close to them but they’ve talked once in a while and they’ve heard nothing but kind words from everyone around her. They were laughing and the girl was giggling, excitement drawn on her face. She notices Y/N approaching him and she taps Luke's shoulder before pointing to their direction.

Luke looked away from her and saw Y/N, smiling and waving. Luke offered them what seemed like a smile and a hand raised. The smile was something Y/N noticed approaching him. It looked as if it was out of nervousness or tiredness, Y/N couldn't pinpoint which one. It looked forced and was nowhere near Luke's actual smile.

Still, Y/N flashed a big smile at Luke, happy that they finally found him after that unnecessary scavenger hunt to locate him. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. You weren’t in the Sword Fighting Arena and your siblings didn’t know where you were”

Luke shifted on his feet, hung his head down, and put his hand on the back of his neck. “Hey, Ease. Yeah sorry ‘bout that I had a lot of things to do. I’ll make it up to you soon. Honest!” Y/N nodded their head in understanding. “Oh yeah!” they exclaimed, remembering why they were looking for him in the first place. “I was gonna ask you something. Do you have a second?” Luke began looking between them and Louise. The air suddenly felt thick as tensions and awkwardness rose as if Luke was caught between a rock and a hard place. It seemed as if Luke made his decision when he responded, "Oh shit, sorry Ease I'm in the middle of something with Louise. Do you mind?"

The smile on Y/N’s face dropped and a forced hard line formed on their lips. “Oh. Oh okay. No worries. If it’s important I can ask you some other time. Bye Louise!” Y/N quickly walked away with hands in their pockets. Y/N felt a pang in their chest, and their heart began to beat more rapidly than normal. They didn’t know what they were feeling. Sadness? Disappointment? It seemingly wasn’t Y/N’s Day, but they convinced themselves that it was because Luke was busy, considering he was Camp Counselor after all. Yeah, that’s what it is. Y/N tried to rationalize what took place. However, Y/N evidently came up short.

It had begun to be a daily occurrence it seems, Y/N finding Luke, asking if they could talk or hang out with them and him disregarding them, brushing them off, or telling them they're busy. Just like it became a sudden everyday occurrence, it also became a nuisance and annoyance to Y/N. Once can be brushed off as a mere coincidence but multiple times in a week? Now, that wasn't a coincidence. It had become clear to Y/N: Luke was avoiding them. But why? Did they do something to upset Luke? Couldn’t be. Was it? It didn’t make sense to Y/N. It didn’t make sense to poor ol’ Annabeth either, whom Y/N found solace in. They felt bad and shameful, talking to a literal 13-year-old about stuff they should be dealing with on their own. But Luke was Annabeth’s brother, and Annabeth knew more about him than Y/N would ever in their lifetime. So, it made sense that Y/N would approach her.

"I could've sworn Luke was walking back and forth from the beach. I've seen him there multiple times a day. Even at the lake with the canoes, I'd see him too. He always looked nervous and his hands were clammy. He was very jumpy too. Whenever I’d ask him, he’d brush me aside, force me off his case, and make me return to the Athena cabin.” Annabeth explained one day when they asked about their sibling’s whereabouts. Y/N was slowly getting frustrated, not at Annabeth but at the lack of answers. Who wouldn’t be? Your best friend, out of the blue, began ignoring you; without offering any answers, without explanation. Anyone would go insane just thinking about it. Y/N felt they had no one else to blame but themselves.

Y/N felt despondent more and more every day, and it wasn’t hard to notice. Their signature smile was gone, they weren't eating much, and aloof. Their cabin-mates noticed it too. They weren't their enthusiastic self and slugged around with their activities for the day. Their siblings, wanting to distract them from whatever caused their unorthodox behavior, asked if they wanted to do hand-to-hand combat or forge weapons in the camp forge, which was what Y/N liked doing the most, but was met with a shrug and a distant stare off into the abyss.

It wasn't just their cabin that got the brunt of Y/N’s melancholy. Half of the population in the camp did. Their beds weren't as comfortable as they had gotten used to. Campers began feeling awful emotionally waking up, some had dreams that caused nothing but dejection and misery. Some Aphrodite kids even woke up feeling nothing but heartache, even though it was supposed to be their month. Everyone was affected, and regardless if Y/N knew of this or not, that wasn’t a matter to them that they cared enough about to fix. Selfish? Probably is.

The last straw was on a random Tuesday when once again, Y/N looked for Luke. They once again, like clockwork, looked everywhere for him. They finally found them near the Hermes cabin, talking to his half-siblings. Approaching them, they sensed that Luke wasn't in the best of moods, with his back tensed than usual and their siblings looking as if the ground was far more interesting than their older brother's lecture. The two, who they later found out were the Stolls, noticed Y/N approaching. Connor (Y/N thought it was Connor but they weren’t sure) looked at Luke before directing his eyes towards Y/N. Luke's eyebrows scrunched up before looking at what had gotten the Stoll siblings' attention. Y/N, with hands behind their back and with a thin line on their lips, greeted Luke.

Before Y/N could greet them, Luke stopped them. “Listen, Y/N. I know you wanna hang out with me and tell me whatever this is you want to tell me. I get that. I see that. But please, not now. I’m in the middle of something here.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrow in sadness and in turn look at the Stolls. Y/N, who has been patient with their best friend, just wasn’t having it. Out of either frustration or desperation, Y/N spoke. “I know that and I understand that. Being a camp counselor is hard work, especially with these ruffians trying to tear down every wall in the cabin.” Y/N tried to lighten up the situation, earning a snicker from the Stolls, who weren’t their intended audience. Luke just stood there, his face still the same, albeit more unamused than before.

“But you have to relax for once. You’ve been at it for days now so I was won-““No.” Luke immediately interjects with hints of venom laced in his teeth. Y/N’s breath hitched. This was the first time in their life they’ve heard Luke speak like that. He was usually this nonchalant, chill dude. Serious when needed but a stand-up guy. Today wasn’t the normal Luke. No, it was something else. It made Y/N’s spine tingle with fear. It also made the Stolls’ back straightened.

“C’mon, Luke. I know you’re working hard but-""I said no, Y/N. Gods above, can’t you please just listen to me once? I’m busy. Please. Leave.” Y/N gulped, looking back at the Stolls before looking back to Luke, whose eyebrows furrowed and scar making him all the more menacing. Y/N immediately left, locking themselves away in their cabin. They looked up, and just thinking about Luke’s tone and expression made them tear up. It was oh so wrong for Y/N to cry over someone, let alone a boy. But this was no ordinary boy no. This boy was special to them, and their expression of annoyance towards them felt like a stab to the heart multiple times, each time the intensity got worse and worse and as a joke, his expression kept removing the daggers only to put it back in.

This made Y/N’s overthinking tenfold. They have settled at the fact that Luke hated them, thought of them as an annoyance, thought of them as excess baggage. These thoughts overwhelmed Y/N and in turn, tears welled up in their eyes, cascading onto their pillow until they fell asleep. None of their siblings tried to bother them, eyes looking back at each other laced with sympathy towards their once exuberant sibling. Y/N ultimately missed lunch and dinner, and Luke noticed that day that Y/N was nowhere to be found. But ultimately decided not to do anything about it.

It was a Thursday when the downfall came. Y/N, who was feeling nothing but sadness the past couple of days, like a shift of tides, has inadvertently turned this sadness into something else; something much more dangerous and malicious: Anger. It was all of a sudden. Y/N woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and that’s when everything went to shit. Y/N’s anger poured over everyone in their cabin. Sammie, Y/N's bunkmate, asked them what was wrong. They were always there for Y/N and Y/N considered Sammie their closest sibling out of everyone. So, it was a surprise to all of their siblings when Y/N’s voice, filled with malice and venom, barked “LEAVE ME ALONE. CAN’T YOU SEE I’M NOT? FOR GOD'S SAKE JESUS ABOVE! ARE YOU STUPID OR BRAIN DEAD?” Everyone’s mouth hung open as they looked at each other, either out of fear or mere awkwardness. Y/N wasn’t the type to scream at anyone out of the blue. They were boisterous and loud, sure, but it was out of happiness and eagerness to wake up every day. But now, it was like a cloud cast over Camp Half-Blood, even though it never rained there.

Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at the scene in front of them. Y/N on their bed, blanket strewn about on their legs as they scowled at the now teary-eyed Sammie. Time stood still and the air got more and more heavy. Here was their zealous and exuberant sibling, who woke up and randomly just chose to pick a fight the moment their eyes opened. It wasn't like them. But no one knew what caused them to snap. Someone had to step between them and Hayden, one of the older members of the camp, guided Sammie away from Y/N before they further angered them. Essie, another one of their siblings, glared at Y/N.

Y/N, with everyone's eyes on them, finally was hugged by clarity's warmth and their eyes softened. They looked around to see their siblings looking at them with the expression of either disgust or shame, and Y/N couldn't stand to be around their siblings. They tossed their blanket aside and went out of their cabin, head down.

Maybe walking could clear my head. Y/N thought. So, they walked. And walked, visiting every place you can go to in camp, rinse and repeat. They felt like a soulless traveler, wandering aimlessly around. Lifeless and tired. As they began walking back to their cabin however, a familiar voice tried to stop them. They tensed up, realizing it was Luke, the same boy who had been ignoring them for days, who now had the utter audacity to come up to them as if nothing had happened.

Y/N, more infuriated than before, turned around to look at the boy. He was in a smiley mood, creases formed on the side of their eyes. This was Luke’s signature smile that he knew Y/N loved, but unfortunately for him, today wasn’t the day it’d work on them. They glowered at Luke with intense fury in their eyes, and Luke, at that moment, wanted nothing more than to be sucked in by a black hole from where he stood, even though they had no idea what had made them furious like that. In the years of knowing Y/N, Luke knew they had that specific look whenever they were furious, that one that made you want to eat dirt or bury yourself alive. It wasn’t a normal occurrence, which made the intensity of the look way worse. And whenever they did show it, regardless of how many times they’ve done so over the years, it always felt like the first, and Luke always shuddered seeing it. He wasn’t thrilled when his Ease was upset. And in years of knowing them, knew not to mess with Y/N during their spouts of anger, but what Luke wanted to tell them was very important to both of them, Luke thinks, and assumed it’d make Y/N’s mood better, just like every other plan Luke had for them when they were mad or upset. In hindsight, this was probably the worst decision Luke has ever made.

"Hey, I was looking for you. Do you have a second?" Luke put his hands in his khaki pants' pockets and smiled at Y/N. Luke's nonchalance made Y/N's expression turn from anger into disbelief. Did he actually believe that Y/N, whose face is red with anger and disgust towards Luke's actions for the past week, would just come around and entertain Luke's question? Certainly, no one would. Disbelief turned into fury, and Y/N's hands turned into a fist. They approached Luke, and for a minute Luke smiled. Tunnel vision once again washed over Luke, and unfortunately for him, he failed to see Y/N, who without hesitation, swung at him.

Luke was on the ground in an instant, shock painted across his face. He felt for the side of his lip, which was now cut open and oozing with blood. If Y/N was in a better mood, they’d take a picture of Luke’s expression and hang it up so people would gawk at it. But alas, Y/N didn’t have a camera, and they weren’t in the mood for stupid jokes, let alone Luke’s.

“You really have the gall to ask me that? After what you’ve fucking done?” Y/N’s every step was filled to the brim with resentment, each step might leave and burn a permanent mark on the ground. Luke wasn't looking forward to what Y/N was gonna do to him. And Luke, in all of this, was painfully unaware of what he had done, as evident by the clueless look he had, which infuriated Y/N more.

“You, Luke Castellan, are the stupidest, shittiest, and the most pathetic excuse of a man I've ever met in this entire lifetime. You ignore me for days, brush me off when I try to talk to you and act like I don't exist. You are just as cruel as the Gods. No, scratch that. Even worse. If you didn’t wanna be friends anymore you could’ve just fucking told me instead of you acting like you don't see me.” The anger in Y/N seemingly dissipated, replacing it with another just as intense if not more emotion: Anguish. Y/N's eyes were now filled to the brim with days' worth of unshed tears, it was as if the dam inside their heart finally burst. Luke finally, by the grace of God, realized the critical error they'd made. They didn't mean to leave Y/N in the dust like that, but Y/N didn't know that. It was his fault for not communicating with them about it. He, upon seeing his best friend, with tears in their eyes and anger and other pent-up emotions over the days splattered in both their face and actions, knew he had morally fucked up. Luke Castellan, who was very much aware of how many times he had fucked up in his life, who was so used to seeing the consequences of his actions, for seemingly the first time, was now so blissfully aware of how unaware he was of the damage he’d done. The last thing he wanted was to make Y/N feel anything but happiness. He never wanted to hurt them or make them cry. They swore one day years ago that until they died, they wouldn’t make Y/N feel that way. To be alone. To be abandoned, like the Gods did. Luke had always been angry at the Gods for ignoring them and didn't want anyone, especially their best friend, to feel that way after everything that had happened to them. But like the Gods, life was cruel like that, and promises were sometimes made to be broken. And Luke failed. Yet again. He did. At that moment, he realized just how much anguish and pain he had caused. Luke's expression softened and regret was now sprawled across his face.

Y/N raised their fist towards Luke, and he closed his eyes, expecting a second punch to land on his face. I deserve it. he thought. But he waited and waited until…nothing. Instead, Y/N's fist faced the ground, and their head was down, tears dripping onto the dirt they were now kneeling on. They gripped on their pants like a lifeline, as they shook with rage. Luke, fully grasping what was happening, tried to approach them and touch their hand. But as soon as he tried, Y/N moved away from him. At that moment, you could hear Luke's heart shattering into millions of pieces. He'd officially ruined it. Just like everything he touched.

Y/N stood up and wiped the tears that were threatening to spill from their eyes. Their hair was a mess, shirt rippled as if it wasn't ironed and their hand was now a little bloody from the punch to both Luke's face and the contact with the Earth. Y/ N looked at Luke with malice, and Luke unconsciously stepped back.

“Stay away from me, Luke Castellan. If you know what’s good for you, I advise you to do so. Never ever talk to me again. Go fuck yourself. We’re done.”

Relationships end, that was a given. Love was silly like that. Breaking up and losing who you thought was your forever was one of the saddest heartaches you can get in life. That was universal knowledge. But Luke, at that moment, knew that that wasn't the case. To him, the most heartbreaking thing was to see their best friend walk away, just like that. They essentially gave up on him, and Luke had nothing to blame but himself. The one person who he knew wouldn’t give up on them, did just that. Friendships come and go, and over time and unexpectedly, they can break off. And all you can do is accept and move on. That was natural. But this wasn’t something Luke didn’t want to just accept. He knew this one’s reason wasn't natural. And it had one reason: him. Luke Castellan. Son of Hermes. A fuck up.

Luke laid on his bunk bed, contemplating. This had been going on for two days already. Luke waking up and doing nothing but brood and contemplate. Nobody in the cabin bothered him, aside from Chris who stepped up as temporary camp counselor for him and updated him once in a while about what they did that day, and his other younger sister Mia who cleaned up his wound upon seeing him enter the cabin, dazed and hurt. He would kill just for Y/N to say something to him, to scream at him, do something instead of the cold glares they have given them when they reach the dinner pavilion or even as they walk near their cabin. For some reason, Y/N always knew they were there, and it pissed them off even more. The silence between them was deafening, and Luke hated every minute of it. It wasn't rare for the two to fight, Y/N was feisty and loved arguing, especially when they knew they were right. But the first time, when Y/N decided that they weren't gonna argue, got Luke shaken up and scared.

Luke had looked everywhere for Y/N that day. He knew he royally fucked up, calling Y/N by their nickname that they’ve agreed upon should be kept in secrecy. Put that in the list of things Luke has fucked up in the years of their friendship. Worry filled Luke’s brain. What if they went to the forest and got hurt? Luke wouldn’t forgive himself if that happens. He’s lost a lot of people in his life, and when Y/N came into his life, while ambivalent at first, later on promised to himself that he wasn’t gonna let anything happen to Y/N. He had sworn to protect them, even though he knew they didn’t need him. Luke was just about to give up, his nerves shaken as he anxiously thought of multiple what-ifs in his head, when he found them ultimately in the last place they never bothered to search: the campfire.

Y/N was sitting on the ground, hugging their knees. They were looking at the ground. Luke hesitantly walked towards them and sat next to them. The fire crackled as a girl, who was not older than 8, tended to the flames. He could’ve sworn he's never seen this girl in the years he’s been here but that didn’t matter. Y/N sensed someone was next to them, and looked up. Luke sheepishly smiled at them and in turn, Y/N looked away.

Luke sighed and laid his head on their shoulder, closing his eyes. Y/N didn’t shrug him off, which was a good thing but they weren’t looking at him. They just sat there, the crackling of fire the only thing you could hear as it danced like two lovers in an intense dance for their lives. Silence went by minutes. No one dared making a sound.

“I’m sorry.” Were the first words that pierced the silence that surrounded them. Luke sat right up and looked at Y/N who was now looking at them with the most heavenly eyes Luke had ever seen. Their eyes were out of this world, it was as if planets and novas were encased in them. But what ruined it was the gloss. Not because of the glossiness of their eyes, but the cause of it. Y/N had been crying. And it was Luke’s fault.

“Why are you apologizing, Ease? It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I embarrassed you. I promised that I wouldn’t tell anyone about it. And now here you are, crying. I also promised I wouldn’t make you cry either.” He sighed before putting his forehead on their shoulder, closing his eyes. It was another minute before Y/N spoke again.

“It’s stupid, Luke. It was petty. And I made it a big deal by leaving. I shouldn’t have embarrassed you in front of the campers. I fucked up. I’m sorry.”

The pair looked at each other in lopsided smiles. “We’re both a mess, huh?” He looked at them again with the biggest and doofiest smile he could muster. Then, giggles. Giggling and laughter roared in the air as the two non-verbally apologized to each other. Hugs and jokes were shared that day in front of the bonfire. You couldn’t burn that scene whenever you tried. It was one of the best days the two ever had.

Emphasis on had. Luke thought. Now, he lays there, contemplating the bridge he’d burn from the one good thing in his life. What Luke couldn’t forget the most were their eyes, filled with hate and malice towards him. Seeing them like that felt like the entire world, his entire world, fall apart. And then they left them there standing, forced to pick up the millions of pieces he himself destroyed.

He knew he loved them; he really did. He could lie under oath and people would know he’s being disingenuous. He’d known for a while about what he felt for them. The way he looks at them from a distance as they laugh with their cabin-mates, a smile unconsciously creeps into his lips. The way their eyes drag towards them instinctively in the crowd. The way they put him over themselves and how much they accommodate him. Those were some of the things they loved about Y/N. And it took Chris and the entire Hermes cabin just to make him realize just how much of a love-sick puppy he was. Although he knew of his feelings towards them, just like Y/N though, they were both content in being part of their lives. Just like Y/N, He was scared that he might fuck up if they both got together, and he didn’t want to lose them. So, he convinced himself that keeping them in their lives platonically was the only solution they had. They were both idiots. Laughing at that now, Luke couldn’t help but slap himself in the face. You kept them platonically but you still fucked up. Way to go, Castellan.

He was surely convinced he was just okay to keep them in their lives platonically. He didn’t even initially plan anything on Valentine's Day. Just hanging out with them and doing nothing was okay for Luke. But as Valentine’s Day crept around the corner, Luke couldn’t help but think of holding their hand that day as fireworks sprayed in the sky, red and white lights dancing and looking down at them. He couldn’t help but dream of holding them in their arms, kissing them on the temple, smiling down at them as they both looked at each other in adoration. He knew he had to make a move, as both were as stubborn as mules. Y/N had always been the one to initiate everything. From hanging out to just lollygagging around camp. Y/N has always been there for him. It was always Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. He swears he could make their name a chant, just to immortalize this being he could’ve sworn was given to him by the Gods themselves. What did he do to deserve such an angel? He doesn’t know. He realized that for once in his life, He wanted to initiate something first. Not Y/N. Him.

He felt his heart ripping out of his chest, and at that instant, he knew he had to do something. At first, he couldn’t find Aphrodite kids who he was close enough to ask for advice since they were all busy with the Feast. But the Gods smiled down upon him that day, in the form of Louise Clifford-Jacobs. Luke wasted no hesitation asking Louise about what to do on Valentines, the perfect spot in Camp Half-Blood, the perfect food to serve, everything. He was so focused on planning he didn’t realize Y/N was next to him, the last person he hoped to hear him ask an Aphrodite girl about his plans for them. Looking at Y/N and their smile, Luke felt his heart beat in his chest. His ears turned red as the love of their life smiled upon them, like sun rays that greeted you in the morning. Y/N had wanted to ask him a question, and although he wanted to entertain it, he still had to plan their date. Luke knew he hadn’t had much time but he didn’t wanna make them leave. Sacrifices were needed to be taken, and Luke had asked them to leave. The smile that left Y/N’s face broke his heart, but he had to do something so that his plan wasn’t blown.

Luke watched as Y/N left and felt a pang, it was as if someone had shot them directly into his chest. Looking at Louise, they instinctively knew they had to make the date as special as ever.

But all the planning. All gone to waste because Luke had failed to focus on the one good thing he had. He was so intent on making the perfect date he forgot who it was for. And now Luke was just there staring into the abyss of the bunk bed, dejected that not only he lost his best friend, his grand plan was useless now. Maybe he could give the plan to Percy? He wasn’t sure anymore.

A knock on the door interrupted his brooding, and he sat up to see the last person he expected to see today. Clarisse La Rue, in all her Ares fashion, walked inside and sat next to Luke. She intently looked at Luke, anger pulsing through her veins. Luke gulps in response.

“I wanna punch you so bad, Castellan.” She started. “So, so bad. You don’t know how much you fucked up.” He flinched. He knew how hard Ares kids’ punches are, but Clarisse’s was deadlier. You could’ve hit him with a stone and it would hurt way less. She continues. “But I won’t.” Luke sat up, confused. If she wasn’t there to hurt him then what? Luke couldn’t wrap around the scenario happening right now.

“Clarisse, if you’re looking for Capture the Flag alliances, go look for someone else. I’m not in the mood to think of strategies nor care for any bartering you're gonna do.” Luke bluntly stated as he plopped his head on his pillow, covering his eyes with his arm. He hears the girl sigh. “As much as I would really like to make an alliance with you, I’m here for Y/N”

This caught the boy’s attention as he sat up again. He stares at Clarisse before she starts to speak. “Look, I’m probably the last person you’d expect to play cupid but goddamn you both are annoying as fuck. I’ll cut to the chase, Castellan. My best friend is fucking in love with you, they just couldn’t admit it because they’ve made their thick skull think they didn’t have a chance with you. It has gotten worse ever since you started your little game of ignoring them. Now, I know you like them too, the way you look at them makes me wanna vomit but whatever. And I know you didn't mean to ignore them. This is all just a big misunderstanding and Idiot 1 and 2 do nothing but brood and sigh all day. I for one think it's annoying as hell.” Clarisse sighs, reclining on the railings of Luke’s bunk. " The point is, I’m not gonna sit around and see them cry over some idiot. Now, get your sad, pathetic ass out of bed and tell me your plan so I can help.”

Luke and Clarisse indeed formed an unlikely alliance. Although not in Capture The Flag, it was for Y/N so it was the next best thing. Luke’s plan was simple: it was a simple dinner date at the camp’s gazebo, with the gazebo facing the lake. Luke used his abilities as a Hermes kid to smuggle in Y/N and his' favorite food. Clarisse, who had connections with Aphrodite kids through her other best friend Silena, had asked them to help Luke with his case. They didn’t hesitate, seeing that love and courtship was their forte. Louise and Silena lead the operation, Luke owing them big time for this. In all of the planning and decorating, Luke had gotten antsy. And Silena was getting rather annoyed. Using her charm speak, she had managed to calm Luke’s nerves. Sighs of relief echoed as Luke decided to sit as far away as the Aphrodite kids and let them do their jobs without looking like a strict supervisor.

Silena and Clarisse had known for a long time just how much the Hermes boy yearned for Y/N. In fact, the pair were taking bets on who would confess first, with Silena betting that Y/N would meanwhile Clarisse was betting on Luke. In the meantime, it seems like none of them were winning. And they wouldn’t like that now, would they? That’s why they agreed to help him. Though it was the second reason, the real reason why was sweeter, but they would rather be caught dead than admit that.

Whilst Silena and Clarisse helped prepare, they couldn’t help but look back at Luke. His leg wobbled up and down and he kept wringing his hands. Sweat was rolling down his head as his eyes shifted, while silent murmurs left his mouth. In the many years these two have known Luke, they have never seen him like this. He was the epitome of confidence, both in the eyes of his siblings and everyone in the camp. He was ever so self-assured with both his abilities in sword fighting and his abilities as Head Counselor. Yet here he was, a blubbering mess. It was definitely out of character for him. The two kept snickering every time they looked back at him, and they looked back at each other, rolling their eyes. This was definitely blackmailing material for the future.

That night on Valentines Day, the feast had commenced in celebration of the Goddess of Love. With everyone in the dinner pavilion, Chiron had shared their usual pleasantries, and just like clockwork, finally asked everyone to commence the celebration. Everyone was dressed in their best clothes and eating well tonight, courtesy of the Aphrodite cabin, kids who knew they helped in preparations can finally eat up and pat themselves on the back for a job well done. Couples from different cabins were allowed to eat next to each other, as their single siblings watched in horror and disgust. Burning of offerings had also commenced tenfold, with everyone thanking the Goddess of Love for a very successful day. As the celebration goes on, Y/N sat next to their siblings, half of them sitting with their loved ones, while the rest talk amongst themselves. They sat in the middle, aimlessly picking and playing with their food.

A cough took them out of their state. Clarisse, who was wearing her best red dress, and Silena who absolutely looked stunning in their off-shoulder dress stood next to each other, looking at them. Y/N in turn looked up at them, eyes filled with gloom. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna be like that the entire night, Y/N”.

“And what if I was?” They barked in retaliation. They were in no mood to bicker with the daughter of Ares. They weren’t also in a mood to celebrate this supposed-to-be happy occasion. Why would they? They just lost their best friend and the person they have been yearning for in just a week.

“Well, that’s no good now, is it?” both snicker at each other. They sigh before standing up, back hunched and their arms on the table. “Look, I’m really not in the mood to entertain pranks nor play with matchmakers, no offense Silena” she smiled and nodded back to them.

“Well good news. This is no prank. Silena and I decided that since you’re alone this Valentine’s you could come join us on a little singles bonding.” Y/N raised their eyebrow in suspicion. They had a hunch that whenever these two were together and involved, it wasn’t gonna be pretty. These two, besides them and Clarisse, are partners in crime. And when there’s trouble in the air, Clarisse and Silena are the main culprits.

Y/N sighed however. Despite not being in the mood, they had no plans whatsoever. They were, however, in an entertaining mood. There was nothing to lose. So, they humor them, albeit begrudgingly. They rolled their eyes and looked back at them. “Fine. What do you want me to do?”

The girls smile and jump in excitement. Seeing this commotion, they knew something was up. These two were planning something, and Y/N was mentally cursing themselves for agreeing. There was fire in Clarisse’s eyes, and in the many years they’ve known her, they knew exactly what this look was: Determination. A determined Clarisse was dangerous, that they knew. They would stop at nothing to get things done, regardless if it'd kill her or not. An over exaggeration on Y/N’s part but you get the point. But curiosity was a killer. And well, satisfaction will bring them back.

Silena dragged Y/N away from their table, no one paying mind to them leaving, while Clarisse pushed them forward. They walked and walked until they ended up in the Aphrodite cabin, desolate with no one but themselves. They dragged them to the cabin’s vanity table that was lined with different hair items and products, from hair gel to combs. Aphrodite kids were stacked, and Y/N anxiety never faltered.

“What the hell are you two gonna do to me?” they asked, voice laced with fear. Clarisse’s usual cackle filled the cabin, alongside the sound of a turned-on hair dryer. “Oh c’mon, Y/N liven up. It’s Mom’s Day. I’m giving you a makeover, of course. Courtesy of the entire Aphrodite cabin.” Y/N looked at themselves in the mirror and realized they look utterly horrid. Their hair stuck out in every direction; their eyes red from the constant crying. Eyebags evident from the lack of sleep. Silena was right, They thought. They did look like a mess.

“Think of it as self-care, Y/N. As the Head Councilor of the Aphrodite cabin, we are humbly your fairy godmothers for the evening. I’m gonna make sure you look perfect and stunning. Now. Face the mirror.”

Silena was right. Y/N did look perfect right now. They looked the best they’ve ever been ever since they entered camp, hell, even before they were homeless. One word can describe them right now and it was this: Ethereal. They looked like you could put them in Olympus and no one would be any wiser, no, scratch that, they looked more than just a God. They looked like a celestial being. Silena and Clarisse couldn’t help but gawk at their joint masterpiece and Y/N looked at themselves in the mirror, basking in their appearance.

Y/N couldn’t help it as a tear rolled down their cheek, which Silena tsked before wiping it off. “Someone who looks celestial tonight has no right to cry. Look at you!” Both Clarisse and Silena were now beside them, and they gawked once more at them. Their confidence skyrocketed ten-fold, and by God they didn’t think they were even capable of looking like so. They looked at both Clarisse and Silena, nodding at them, eyes closed, feeling ever so grateful for their job tonight. But they knew the night wasn’t over, and without hesitation, Clarisse took their hand and led them out the cabin.

It was a short walk and before they knew it, they reached the lit gazebo. Y/N’s eyes sparkled as they stared in awe at the decorations that littered it, fairy lights in little jars, red and white clothes draped at the roof of the gazebo. Food was on the rose petal decorated table, with a beautiful table setting with handkerchiefs folded into swans. But that wasn’t the only thing that was in there. A curly haired boy sat on one of the tables, dressed in a suit, looking down and twiddling with their thumbs. Luke. They thought.

All the happiness they felt have now dissipated, and fury once again taken hold of them. “What the hell is this?” They spat venom, and the pair couldn’t help but flinch in retaliation. Looking up, Luke saw Y/N, and he couldn’t help but gawk at them. Luke had always known Y/N was ethereal, but with Silena and Clarisse’s help, they were all of a sudden out of this world. It was as if Y/N embodied Aphrodite, you can even say moreso, however you wouldn’t catch Luke saying that aloud. All the gawking Luke did however, was ruined when they saw their face. They were infuriated. Angry that they were tricked by Silena and Clarisse. Angry at him.

Luke wasted no time and made a beeline towards Y/N. "What is he doing here?” Y/N asks Silena and Clarisse, and the duo stayed quiet, looking at Luke for help. Luke sighs, putting both his hands up near his chest, a sign that he wasn’t there to put up a fight. “Don’t get mad at them, Ease. They helped me. I asked them to trick you. I’m sorry.”

“I told you that I didn’t wanna see you anymore, Luke.” “I know that but please hear me out.” Without saying a word, Y/N began to turn around and walk away. Who wouldn’t be pissed? The last person they wanted to see right now was standing there, whilst they recruited their other friends to basically trick them into seeing him. To say they were pissed was an understatement.

Not wanting for Y/N to leave before he explained himself, he grabs their arm. The touch felt electric to Y/N as they spun around as Luke held them. And for the first time in a while, Y/N’s expression softened. It had been days since the two had hung out, let alone seen each other. The fight had made them more distant than before, and Y/N couldn’t help but yearn for Luke’s touch. As skin contacts skin, his touch made them putty, and all the anger they’ve kept just seemingly dissipated, and there was nothing left but yearning. Painful, painful yearning.

“Please, Y/N hear me out. I promise I’ll make it worthwhile.” Y/N closed their eyes, sighing. Y/N knew Luke was their weakness, it had always been. And as he stood there holding them, all thoughts were officially lost. They nodded, and Luke for the first time in a while had his signature smile plastered on their face.

Luke looks at Y/N’s eyes, enamored as the lights from the gazebo danced in it. The more he stared at their eyes, they felt like a moth drawn to the flame. He could stare at it forever, like how Narcissus looked at his reflection in the water, but Luke had to snap out of it, and finish the hell that he had started.

“Listen, Ease. In the years I’ve lived on this Earth, I’ve recognized just how much I’ve fucked up. I was very much aware of how much I’ve done so. With Hal, with…Thalia.” Luke looked at the ground, tears began welling in his eyes. Y/N, who looked at him with adoration, wasted no time putting their hand on his cheek, guiding his eyes back to them. Luke looks at Y/N, before laughing, tears betraying him as they rush down like a waterfall. Y/N’s expressions softened even more, as they used their thumb to swipe any more tears that dared leave Luke’s eyes. A nod left Y/N, encouraging Luke to continue. The gesture made Luke a little more courageous, as he swallowed, before continuing. “With dad’s quest. I knew how much of a fuckup I was. I was always aware, and for some odd reason, when the consequences of these fuck-ups arise, I just ignore them. Not the healthiest option I know but I just stopped giving a fuck, you know? It is what it is mentality.” As he looked at Y/N, he took their hands into his, and suddenly yet all at once, it felt exhilarating. Their hand in his felt bright and warm, a feeling both of them never felt before. In that moment, they both seemed to forget all the troubles, trials and tribulations they’ve experienced, and what matters right now were just the two of them, in that moment, a scene like in a movie.

“But seeing you walk away like that with the angriest and furious eyes with tears cascading down your face, I realized something.” He breathes out as his grip on their hands tighten, it was as if at any minute, Luke would lose them, like they would drift away from them, never to be seen again. “I realized that out of all the fuck ups I did, hurting you was the worst one I’ve ever done. In that moment, I realized that making you feel alone and small was the biggest fuck-up I have ever done. For the first time, It felt as if some part of me died that day. Out of all the mistakes I've done in my life, you were the only one I was willing to fix."

Luke adoringly stepped forward more, and the space between them left as if it never existed. Luke moved his hands to their forearm, and in turn they put their hand on his chest. “You, Ease, made me realize that out of everything in my life, you’ve become the only thing I got right. I could forget everything, and you’d still be the only constant I’m thankful the Gods had given me. You're the only one who has seen the reds and the blues of my life and despite everything, you just burned them all up. And you, with all your love for an idiot like me, kissed them goodbye.”

“I’m here to fix things between us, Ease. Let it be known that I’m not willing to give you away that easily. Not in this lifetime. Not in the next. So please, I hope you forgive me.”

Y/N, upon hearing Luke’s words, couldn’t help but allow the tears to fall from their eyes. Overwhelmed with emotions, they wasted no time putting their arms around him, sobbing as they cling on to him, scared that they might fall away from them. It took Luke a minute before wrapping their arms around them as well, swinging them back and forth as the pair laughed and giggled in each other’s presence. Tears and smiles were shared amongst the pair, and Luke, smitten in love, broke the contact first, his hands on Y/N’s waist. The pair basked at each other’s presence with adoration, as they stood there, foreheads touching. Y/N’s hands crept once again to Luke’s face and in that moment, as they looked at each other, time stood still, silence washed over them. “Ease, I promise you, you won’t regret it.” He giddily smiles at them, and they chuckle.

“I know I won’t.” Y/N replies. Luke leans in, and in sync, their lips move against each other. The pair melted in each other as Y/N placed their hands on their neck. Y/N’s lips were soft. Luke thought. And a smile crept into his lips as his dreams of what their lips felt like on his was now in fruition. Electricity filled the air as the two savored each other, apologies and I love yous passed back and forth with each kiss. It was invigorating, the pair thought. He parts his lips for them, allowing each other to explore and satiate the hunger they had for each other. Their hands slipped into his curly hair and in turn, Luke pulled them towards his body more.

They broke apart after a few minutes, the two catching their breath. As they looked at each other, a sudden boom made their heads snap towards the sky. Red and white lights danced in the sky, covering the entire valley with the Love Goddess’ colors. The two looked up at the sky in adoration as they held onto each other, Luke’s head on their shoulder as they laid their head on his, with Luke’s arms around their waist and their hands resting on top of his.

Silena and Clarisse watch on as their friends bask in each other’s presence, and in turn they look at each other. Clarisse held out a hand, and Silena couldn’t help but groan as they fished in their pockets, placing a few drachmas on the God of War’s child's palm. Clarisse nodded a thank you to Silena, before both of them left to give the two some deserved privacy.

Never in the million years Luke would think the Gods would give him someone, let alone a person who loved all of him. Y/N, his North Star, his tether, his world. He didn't expect them, out of everyone, to now be in his arms, fully embracing the feeling they had for each other that they were so afraid to admit before. Now, as his name fell from Y/N’s mouth, he smiles as he basked at the moment, silently thanking the Gods for this one. And maybe, just maybe he thinks, he can forget about why he hated the Gods in the first place.

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Long Lost Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 1

Summary: You are the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra. When the invitation to Aegon and Helaena's wedding came, your entire family rushes from Dragonstone to King's Landing to take part in the festivities. You haven't seen your family in King's Landing for 6 years so you are very excited...

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: At the beginning none – eventually smut (uncle/niece)

Author’s note: Hello you!

This is my first fic so please be nice :) I thought I'd just try a little self-considered story. I hope you like it. The events are not entirely similar from the series

English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 2,3k

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7a, Part 7b, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

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You have waited a long time for this day. And now it was finally here. Your legs are wriggling and you are nervously fiddling with your dress as you look out of the carriage window and see the towers of the Red Keep approaching. Far too long you have been away. Six years have passed since the terrible events of Driftmark. After your parents took you and your siblings and brought you back to Dragonstone. "Y/N is everything all right? You're about to have the threads of the dress in your hands one by one if you keep this up."

Your father, Daemon Targaryen. Many fear him. Rightly so, you think. Countless times you hung on his every word as he told you how he went into battle and defeated his enemies. Or when he simply read you tales of dragons. You love him dearly, if you can put it that way, you are father's girl. And he treats you with the same warmth. He loves you with all his heart and to only a few people can Daemon Targaryen show affection or even love, but you are one of them. He would do and give anything to keep you safe. It would break his heart if he failed to protect you from the dangers of the world or simply if you did not feel loved.

It started with your birth. Your mother Rheanyra Targaryen was married to Laenor Velaryon. They already had a son together, your brother, Jacaerys Verlaryon. You love your brother very dearly. He's the kind of brother you always have fun with and who's there for you. As children, you played an incredible number of pranks and sometimes they went so far that the servants complained to your parents. When it got to the point where it seemed that Jace and you were not in control, they felt compelled to go to Daemon. They were sorry, because no one wanted to arouse the "wrath" of a dragon, but they had no other choice. If you were unlucky, Daemon would end up standing in front of you and giving you a telling off. But, what the servants didn't know, he could never keep it up for long when you looked at him with sad eyes and muttered "sorry daddy". You call him Daddy or Dad because you couldn't call him Daemon when you were a child. As a child, you wanted to call him Daemon, like all adults did. But all that came out of your mouth was "Dad". If you felt very close to him at certain moments or if you wished for something, it also became "Daddy". And to this day, you just call him Daddy. So the roles soon became clear, as soon as you were in trouble with Daemon, Jace would sent you ahead and let you call him daddy.

But when you were born, the shock was great. Your mother lay in labour on Dragonstone for over two days, even though a new life was to begin, it was a fight for life and death for Rhaenyra. Jace was already born on Dragonstone, as it was important for Rhaenyra to give birth to her children, heirs to the blood of Targaryen and the Iron Throne, on Dragonstone. Laenor was continuously by Rhaenyra's side and held her hand. Daemon was always close by to be there for your mother from a safe distance. Visibly nervous, he watched the birth. But when the maesters finally took you out and you took your first breaths in this world, your father got a fright that was quickly replaced by the feeling of joy and infinite love. As the maesters held you, your silver hair came out, your fair, porcelain skin seemed to reflect the incoming sun. Daemon knew at once, you were his daughter. When Rhaenyra finally held you in her arms, overjoyed, she simply smiled. She hugged you close to her and looked over at Daemon, who nodded lovingly at her. She looked down at you, stroking, your soft cheek as your eyes opened and Rhaenyra saw the most beautiful purple eyes she had ever seen. Laenor smiled and embraced Rhaenyra and you.

"She is the most beautiful girl in all the kingdom," gently he caressed your cheek, "What name shall she have?"

"Y/N Velaryon" says Rhaenyra with a loving smile on her lips. The understanding between Rhaenyra and Laenor was clear, everyone was allowed to have their lovers as long as the marital duties were fulfilled. Laenor was slow in fulfilling his marital duties, and so it came about from time to time that when Rhaenyra and Daemon met, they could not hold back their feelings for long.

The result of these actions was now you and that changed everything for Daemon. When he could finally hold you in his arms, it was over for him. He held you and you looked at him silently, this moment was so precious for him and he simply enjoyed this silence. When he tried to touch you, you reflexively grabbed his finger. His breath caught in his throat and he only had eyes for your small hand clutching his finger. He knew that he would not give you away.

That very evening Daemon went to Rhaenyra.

"I will take her to Viserys. I will tell him that she is my daughter and that he should confirm her legitimacy. She is no Velaryon, she is pure fire of the Targaryens."

Rhaenyra just stared at him at him. "You can't do that! Everyone would know I committed adultery! You can't, she must officially remain the daughter of Laenor."

Daemon began to smirk. "With all due love, but when you look at little Jace, do you really think anyone would think you hadn't committed adultery?"

"Daemon!", she looks at him in horror, "You can't go to my father and ask him to acknowledge my adultery and make her your daughter. No one in the entire realm has that right. Therefore, neither do you. Bastards of high Lords from all over the land would come and ask Viserys to recognize the legitimacy of these children."

"Rhaenyra, regardless of the love I have for you. But don't you ever dare call my daughter a bastard again. Viserys has the ability to recognize her and he will. I don't care about the rest of the realm. She is my daughter and she will be recognized as such."

"And what do you want to say to Laenor? Rub my adultery in his face publicly in front of the entire realm?"

"Oh come on! He lives just as happy a life, stuffed like a goose by his lover. Nothing is rubbed in his face, I have great respect for him, but I want the recognition that Y/N is my daughter. And besides, what are you trying to rub in my face by forbidding me to stand by my daughter in public?"

"He's right Rhaenyra." Suddenly Laenor stood in the room.

"Laenor...", she gasps as she turns towards the door.

"No he is right Rhaenyra. And you know that. She is his daughter. She has the Targaryen fire in her, the purple eyes, her soft white skin. He should have the chance to stand by his daughter publicly." Laenor simply nodded silently at Daemon.

So it came about that Daemon took you, his little dragon and Rhaenyra with him and they set off for King's Landing.

"We really need to sort this matter out urgently because…", King Viserys paused as he heard noises from outside. "There's a small council meeting going on right now, you can't just go in there. Prince Daemon…!" The guard tried to stop Daemon and grabbed him by the arm. With this movement, Daemon felt that the guard was getting too close to you. "If you don't get your arm out of my daughter's reach right now, I'll make sure you lose it altogether." And with that, the door opened and Viserys looked irritatedly at the entrance. Standing in the doorway was his brother, Daemon, with an infant in his arms. Right behind him stood his daughter, Rhaenyra. "Daemon, Rhaenyra? It's really good to see you, but as you can see, you're bursting right into a meeting of the small council."

"Viserys, brother, I have a very urgent matter to discuss with you." Viserys looked at him questioningly and hesitated briefly, "Daemon… please, go to the small hall, I will try to be with you as soon as possible." "Father… please, it is really urgent and we would be very much obliged if you could talk to us immediately"

And with these sentences Rhaenyra spoke for the first time for this recognition.

Rhaenyra was afraid. She wanted you to be recognised as Daemon's daughter, but at the same time she was worried about Jace. If you were legitimised, voices might be raised that if she had been unfaithful to Laenor before, she might have been so with her first child. And gods know what that was about. "Perhaps we can also postpone the last matter for today until tomorrow? It seems my brother and daughter have a big problem to discuss." Viserys spoke to his council, but could not take his eyes off the little bundle on Daemon's arm. The members of the small council nodded and then left the room.

Viserys looked helplessly into the faces of Daemon and Rhaenyra. "Can someone perhaps explain to me what is going on here?" Rhaenyra then took you from Daemon's arm and walked towards Viserys. She smiled warmly at him. "Father, this is your grandchild, Y/N. I gave birth to her, just about a week ago." Viserys was visibly moved. You were so small and delicate and had him wrapped around your finger immediately.

"Oh how delightful, this sweet little child. Hello my sweet darling." As Daemon stepped towards him, Viserys looked up. "As you can see, she is the pure flame of Targaryen blood. Her purple eyes, her porcelain-like skin, her shimmering silver hair." Viserys nodded silently, visibly pleased, he lowered his gaze to you again. "Brother, I want you to recognize her legitimacy." Viserys looked at him irritatingly, "Why should I recognize her legitimacy when she is obviously a Targaryen as well as my daughter's daughter?" "I am her father," Daemon said dryly. It seemed Viserys didn't quite understand at first. Or he didn't want to understand. A simple "How…?" left his lips. "Do you really want me to explain to you now how children are made, brother? Judging by Rhaenyra's three younger siblings, I'd say you're well aware of how it works." "Daemon!" Rhaenyra hissed.

"Oh thank you brother, but I can just about manage that. My question would rather be how it is that my daughter, who is married to Laenor Velaryon, manages to father a child with you"

"Father..," Rhaenyra said, but Daemon interrupted her.

"No, Rhaenyra, I want that legitimacy, I will talk," Daemon raised his hand slightly in her direction and then turned back to Viserys, "Viserys, brother, you know as well as I do that Laenor is neglecting his marital duties. I love Rhaenyra. Just as I loved her before she married Laenor, I still love her…" At these words Rhaenyra's heart warmed and she smiled. "…From that love, Y/N has now come forth. I love her, she is my daughter and I will not rest until she is officially recognized as that" "What..? ", Viserys looked irritatedly back and forth between Daemon and Rhaenyra, "Daemon, how do you imagine this? I just say she's your daughter and that's it? That's not possible."

"It is possible! You are the King! I ask you brother, and you know I don't ask often, but please, enable me to be a good father. Public, not behind any walls."

"I'm not quite sure… What does Laenor say about all this? Rhaenyra?" Rhaenyra stepped forward, now standing next to Daemon. She seemed hesitant, but was convinced she was doing the right thing, "It's definitely a complicated situation, father. But Laenor agrees. So am I. It's not easy and I'm afraid that in the process… Jace's lineage might be called into question, after all it would become official that I was unfaithful to Laenor at least once."

Daemon took Rhaenyra's hand in his and stroked it gently.

"But we agree, Daemon shouldn't be deprived of the opportunity to be a loving father. After all, we know he doesn't care for many people.”

Daemon smirked and looked at Viserys.

Viserys was torn, but finally said, "Okay. Daemon, I will. She will officially be your daughter. But I want you to always stand up for her, stand by her side and be a loving father."

"I stand here for nothing less. Thank you brother."

Viserys nodded and turned to Rhaenyra. "Have no fear. You are my daughter. The heir to the throne. Jace is my grandson and no one will question his lineage. I promise you that."

"Thank you Father", Rhaenyra smiled sweetly at him.

"And to you my little one, you are now officially a Targaryen. Y/N Targaryen."

Viserys kissed you lovingly on the forehead and handed you over to Daemon. When Daemon held you again, he looked at you. He smiled. The warm purple eyes that beamed at him warmed his heart. He kissed you gently on the forehead and murmured, "My little dragon." As Daemon and Rhaenyra left the room, they were happy. Rhaenyra had to wipe away a few tears, but she was happy.

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You look up into your father's face, "Naah I'm fine. I'm just excited. I mean, I haven't seen my uncles and aunt in years… Haven't heard from them… That's weird. We kind of grew up together and then all of a sudden it was just nothing. I'm excited to see how they've changed."

"How Aemond changed?", Daemon looks at you with a smirk.

You blush and look at your father in shock. "Dad! No!"

Daemon raises his eyebrows and looks at you, "Well, this "no" came a little quickly", he still smirks at you.

"Well I mean.. yeah we were close but we haven't talked since and I don't even know if he still likes me or what he's like now", and your hands were fiddling with your dress again. Your mother recognises your distress and encourages you by taking hold of your knee.

"Everything's fine, it's going to be nice. We'll spend the couple of weeks here, enjoying the festivities for Aegon and Helaena's wedding, and then we'll head back"

You smile at your mother. And then you look at your father and you say, "Also, I'm nervous because I wasn't allowed to fly here with Meraxes. Now I don't have any kind of adequate defense when you're bugging me with statements like that."

Daemon just chuckles and looks at you naggingly. Rhaenyra scowls at Daemon, but he simply takes her hand and kisses it. As you roll your eyes and look out the window, you realize you've arrived. Now you are full of nervousness. As the carriages come to a halt, a voice outside the carriage calls out "Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen…" And with that you step out of the carriage behind your parents and see your relatives.

And you just smile.

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Hi! Sorry if i'm bothering you but i needed someone to talk. About what happened recently with Destiel and Misha and the fans that believed in the things he said. I am new to Supernatural fandom, but i loved the story in an instant, thanks to Sam and Dean and their unique relationship. Then i became interested in Jared and Jensen too and i think that if Sam and and Dean are the heart of Supernatural then Jared and Jensen are the soul of the show because to me no other actor could have played Sam and Dean like they did. Now, returning to what i wanted to say i am really TIRED about Destiel, some Destiel shippers and especially Misha. I know he said some stupid thing about how CW is homophobic and how Destiel would be canon if they weren't homophobic. I don't ship Destiel because sincerely i don't see romantic love between Dean and Castiel, but this doesn't make me an homophobic person. His words are said with malicious intent. He also said some thing about how Jensen is attracted to him. I find this disgusting because he says this things only for his Destiel fan, knowing that his words are lies. Also Jensen not being there can't reply to his lies. Like i sad i'm new to Supernatural but some Destiel are making the experience in the fandom a constant war. They say that if you don't ship Destiel you are homophobic , that if you don't ship Destiel you are not a true Supernatural fan and the most stupid one... They say that Supernatural is about Dean and Castiel and their love. This make me really angry because Supernatural is about Sam And Dean, how they care for each other,how they save the world again and again and how they hunt monster and ghost and other things. But to me Supernatural is the unique love story of two brother and how they did everything to protect each other. I ship Wincest, but When i say love story i mean that Sam and Dean are Platonic Soulmates in Supernatural and even the show always remind us of that. I don't understant how Misha can say this thing without facing consequences because his words feed some Destiel fan that became hateful like him and whose mission is hating people who don't think think like them. Sorry for the long post and for the horrible english but it's not my first language. Sorry if i bothered you but i needed someone to talk to because sometimes i feel like leaving the fandom because Destiel hate and their war against everyone. I hope you will always have love and kindness in your life.

You really don't need to apologize for anything.❤️ You aren't bothering me and your English is fine - maybe not perfect, but hell, neither is mine some days! Thank you for the lovely sentiment, and I wish you the same - and that you do what is best for you in regards to this sometimes dumpster fire of a fandom.

If it helps, you're absolutely not alone. I've been in this fandom for years now, and some days it's sheer stubbornness against hellers obvious attempts to browbeat and drive everyone else out that keeps me here. They didn't get to take over the show through being loud and obnoxious and they don't get to monopolize the fandom by doing the same - and they can be butthurt forever over it.

I actually didn't mind Dean and Castiel as a ship at first. I'm always interested in what people take from a canon and then create entirely outside of it, and I read quite a lot of fanfic. Even then I was baffled by shippers insisting it was a thing in the canon, though. There was a brief period where I wondered if I'd somehow missed it, because I'm not generally really looking for romance stories and there were so many posts that were so insistent? So I actually did a rewatch focused just on Dean and Castiel's interactions - and came away with the impression they weren't actually even as good of friends as I'd originally thought, let alone anything like interested in each other romantically. The more I thought about it and the more meta I ran across and actually considered the details of? The more obviously baseless it was. I mean, some of it really is just genuinely so stupid it's hilarious. Cake. Bacon. Negative space. Widower arc. Bisexual lighting and/or plaid. But even the theorizing which wasn't absurd on its face? Always looked silly in comparison to how much more obviously and easily it had meaning in relation to the main story that plainly actually existed instead.

Meanwhile, I kept seeing more and more of those posts you mention insisting anyone who didn't ship it was a homophobe and they really pissed me off. Even if Dean and Castiel were a canon couple who spent half of each episode doing couple things and saying I love you back and forth instead of the entire show revolving around Sam and Dean's crazy tangled up lives with Castiel occasionally wandering in and out of the background with some angel nonsense or whatever? Not shipping it would not make someone a homophobe. Shipping is very subjective and any individual pairing can not appeal to any particular fan for a million and one reasons that have sweet fuckall to do with how they generally feel about LGBT+ relationships. Attempting to bully people into supporting a single very specific fictional relationship by trying to make them afraid of being branded a bigot if they don't is ridiculous as hell, regardless of how canon or not it is. How absolutely fucking disrespectful to all the people who have to deal with actual homophobia versus just being butthurt they can't force two particular fictional characters to kiss. It's so goddamn juvenile I can't even.

The longer I was in fandom, the more brain dead and divorced from the show the meta claiming Dean and Castiel were going to hook up any minute got. The more annoyed I became at all the absurd stereotypes about masculinity and sexuality they would parrot as gospel truth if it could "prove" Dean was into dudes and eventually the angel. The more obviously transparent their every cry of ~*homophobia*~ was when they tried to turn every real life LGBT+ issue and every canon LGBT+ character primarily into proof and/or justification regarding D/C. They're a bunch of entitled shitheads who not only feel like they should get to dictate what SPN is despite hating basically everything it actually was, but who are perfectly fine with co-opting serious real world issues to try and do it. I have no beef with normal D/C shippers who aren't assholes to everyone and mad at the show for not bringing their fanfic to life, but I can't stand the pairing at all even in a fandom sense anymore.

The evolution of my feelings on Misha followed a similar path. I liked Castiel well enough as a supporting character and I didn't actively dislike Misha, though after I'd seen a couple of panels where his answers were flippantly irreverent or unnecessarily raunchy, I wasn't really much interested in him. Then, over time, at the same time Castiel's character was more and more blatantly just eating up screen time to give J2 time off, he started getting worse and worse about ship-baiting. He'd act like everyone behind the scenes was talking about D/C - but then they (Jensen and Bob Singer most notably) would say that was untrue. He'd slyly hint about upcoming scenes in a vague way to imply D/C and then it would be something else entirely. He'd tell shippers about things that had been pointedly removed because they could seem leading and that was not the authorial intent, but without pointing out that was exactly why they were excised. His stories would change when he got a bad reaction - he went from saying he shipped wincest to pretending he'd never heard of it, he went from claiming Jimmy was going to appear in the original Roadhouse finale to it being Castiel, etc. Then there was framing horsing around with Jared as if he was a victim and not a participant and the incredibly inappropriate objectifying sexual comments about Jensen and Dean. All of which caused the fans falling for it to loudly and angrily attack everyone but him while they kept buying his ops/books/cameos/whatever. No matter how blatantly he queerbaits them and how upset they get over it and take it out on everyone else, he does not stop. He's an ungrateful creepy narcissist who will throw literally anyone or anything under the bus if he can get a buck out of it. Who also will proclaim he doesn't want to co-opt LGBT+ causes when he's desperately trying to keep his career on life support doing exactly that in the most skeevy, backstabby way possible.

Jared and Jensen put their hearts and years of their lives into this show bringing Sam and Dean to life, episode after episode, week after week, season after season. Telling an important story about platonic and familial love that you really won't find anywhere else.

Misha and the hellers have spent years trying to co-opt that to their own ends out of gross entitlement. They deserve each other, but the show and its actual fans don't deserve to have to put up with either of them. Unfortunately, we have the fandom we have, not the one we deserve.

#destihellers #destiew #anti misha #faux social justice #long post #mention of wincest

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farfromstrange · 3 months

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Lizzi’s Valentine’s Special & Follower Celebration

Dear Everyone,

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, and I thought, since this silly little blog hit over 1.1k followers yesterday, I want to give you something special.

First of all, though, I want to thank you. I’ve been on here since (and I checked with the archive) July 19, 2022. I can't believe that it has been almost two years. I started watching Daredevil after watching Spider-Man: No Way Home in December of 2021 and hearing Matt Murdock say, "I'm a really good lawyer," after catching a brick. So, I started watching the show, and that was during a time I was really miserable. Mentally and physically, I wasn't in a good place, but after watching Daredevil for the first time and falling in love with Charlie Cox as a genuine person and an actor, it felt like I found a reason to keep going.

I started writing fanfiction again, which I kind of neglected because I felt like this hobby of mine wasn't going anywhere. I wasn't inspired at all until I watched the show. If I hadn't, I probably would not have gotten back into writing and using it as an outlet for my feelings, and I probably wouldn't be where I am today. Thanks to Charlie's portrayal of Matt Murdock, and watching his interviews, I felt like I could do the things that I love again and follow my dreams. He's the reason I chose to major in English. And while I owe him that much, I owe you guys here on Tumblr and AO3 even more.

When I first posted here, I didn't think people would even be interested in what I had to say and write. But then more and more people started visiting my profile, you guys started following me, and it kept me motivated to keep writing, even when I'm miserable, and I sometimes only post once every blue moon.

I feel so honored that you guys chose to follow a silly little blog run by a silly little 20-something-year-old whose first language isn't even English (but made it her entire personality), and who chose to write about traumatized dark-haired characters portrayed by Charlie Cox. I'm overwhelmed by the love you continue to show me, and every time one of you chooses to reblog or comment on one of my works, saying that it resonated with you, I feel like I'm doing something right. I'm sharing my ideas, my own experiences, my wishes, and even my deepest, darkest dreams through my writing like it's a fucking diary, and you eat it up every single time.

I'm just so glad that this community exists, as chaotic as it sometimes is, and that you chose to stick around, even when I suck at keeping promises sometimes. You keep teaching me new things about who I am, my writing, and how important it is to put myself first. I don't know if you've heard it lately, but you guys are incredible and I appreciate the hell out of every single one of you.

Thanks to Tumblr, I made lifelong friends (especially looking at you, @blackshadowswriter) and found like-minded people that made me feel less alone. That alone was worth making this account and continuing to post on here.

You may think that I'm being dramatic, but for someone who has never really experienced the kind of validation this community gives me, I want to celebrate this milestone. It means more to me than I can even put into words. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I love you all so much! Please, don't ever forget how amazing you are.

That being said, I've got some exciting things planned.

The other day, I found a folder in my Docs titled "the vault". I completely forgot about it because I usually keep my WIPs in a different folder. As it turns out, I made that folder for fics that I originally never planned to post, or ones that I'd finished but wasn't happy with. It’s many, but it’s a few. Some are deeper than others. I also jotted down rough ideas and outlines last year that I stuffed in there, some of which I've actually shared with you but never started working on. Until now. And the contents of that vault are what I want to give to you now.

INTRODUCING: The Vault

6 stories from the vault. 1 bonus fic. 7 days.

I went through a myriad of emotions while I wrote these. For some, I actually bled my soul onto paper. For others, it was merely a brain fart that led to their existence. They're sad, horny, and at times angry, but some of those were originally written for me, and only me. Those that weren't started as a few sentences in a folder before I forgot they existed. Either way, I don't want them to catch dust. And I wouldn't want to share them with anyone else.

Starting February 14th, I will be posting one fic every day until February 20th. My “The Vault” works are Matt Murdock x Reader works, but I've made an exception for the bonus fic. I won't tell you what they are about, but I will give you a list of installments and what kind of fic they are so you know what to be excited about (and maybe which ones are not your cup of tea).

-> The number at the end tells you the date I will be posting it on, but I put it in chronological order as well.

INSTALLMENTS:

1. If You Need To Be Mean (angst, hurt/comfort) 14.

2. Mismatched Bridesmaid (fluff, smut) 15.

3. Weed Cookies (humor, fluff, cw: accidental drug use) 16.

4. the grudge (songfic, angst, hurt/comfort, cw: death of a parent) 17.

5. Halloween (Smut) 18.

6. I Want To Fuck A Priest (Smut, cw: priest!Matt) 19.

BONUS:

7. Now That We Don’t Talk (Part 2 of Is It Over Now?) -> Frank Castle x Reader (smut, angst) 20.

A few more words: You are free to send me an ask if you want to know more, but be prepared that I won't be answering in much detail. I don't want to spoil the fun. I would, however, not mind talking about them as vaguely as possible (if you’re interested).

Thank you all. For everything. And I hope you stick around to read these little gems.

With love from yours truly,

Lizzi <3

#lizzi writes #follower celebration #valentine’s day #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock x you #frank castle x reader #matt murdock smut #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock angst #charlie cox

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jakeyzzz · 1 year

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I'll be here

requested by an anon !♡

(fluff/angst) - { hurt - comfort } heeseung x f!reader oneshot

masterlist ♡

⚠️♡ warnings - ( reader's parents fighting, screaming, arguments, sadness, depression, swearing, running away, sneaking out, crying, mentions of feeling alone, comfort, cuddling, hugging, kissing, heeseung being the most amazing human being ever - ) ♡⚠️

!! please let me know if I missed anything 🌻

!!! english is NOT my first language so please be nice

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Emptiness. That's the only Word that could ever describe the Way you felt when you opened your Eyes in the Morning after hearing your Parents constantly screaming at each other in the Kitchen for the whole Night. You felt weak, scared and maybe even a little angry. You didn't know what the Fight was about. But to be honest ... you didn't even really wanted to know. You've already had enough to worry about, since you've been kind of depressed. But your Parents never listened to you. They just always acted like they didn't care when you told them about your Problems and Fears. They made you feel alone, and sometimes even unwanted. And that made you wish your Parents were more loving, and especially caring .

When you heard them arguing again right after you woke up, you just wanted to scream into your Pillow. You could've sworn that you heard Glass shattering on the Floor from the Kitchen, which made you flinch slightly. You were sick and tired of their shit, and you just wanted to leave. You just started sobbing into your Pillow, trying to think of a Way to get out of here. You just couldn't do this anymore. But where the hell were you supposed to go ? You didn't have many Friends, and the rest of your Family lived far away from where you lived. You were basically alone.

But then, one specific Person popped into your Head. Lee Heeseung. He has helped you a lot of Times before. He picked you up after your Parents left you in the middle of a random Street at night after a big Argument, and let you stay at his house for over a Week. He also got into a pretty big Fight with your Parents for you before, and basically saved your ass with that. That Boy was basically your personal guardian Angel. He protected you. And whenever you were with him, you felt safe. He gave you, what your Parents were never able to give you. Comfort and Safety.

So you didn't even think twice, before finally dialing his Number. And only after a few Seconds, he picked up. ,, Y/N? Are you alright ?'' Hearing his soothing Voice made you smile softly, even though you were still crying. He heard you sniffling through the Phone. You shook your Head, even though he couldn't even see it. ,, Actually, i'm not alright. I really need to get out of here, Heeseung. I was wondering, If i could come to your house and stay over for a few Days . I don't wanna bother you though'' You mumbled through your Tears. ,,No, please come over. You know you're always welcome. I'll be right here waiting for you.'' Heeseung answered with no hesitation. He sounded worried. ,,Thank you, Heeseung. I promise I'll make it up to you some Day'' You said, wiping your Nose before hanging up to pack your Stuff. You grabbed your Backpack from the Corner of your Room and stuffed everything you'll need for the next few Days inside of it.

You packed some Clothes, your Toothbrush, your Phone, your Makeup and some other Stuff you thought you might need. And when you were done with that, you threw on a Hoodie and made your Way out of your Room. You quickly ran down the Stairs, before taking a last glance at your Parents in the Kitchen. They were still fighting. And they didn't even notice you standing there, which made your Heart clench and your Eyes fill with Tears once again. So you quickly turned around, and eventually left your House.

You hugged yourself the entire time on the Way to Heeseung's House, trying to get some warmth. And you cried. You cried so much. You didn't want anyone to see you cry though, which made you walk faster as you tried to hide your Face as good as possible. You felt pathetic. But you knew it was okay to cry ... Heeseung taught you that a while ago. And only a few Minutes later, you finally arrived at his House.

You softly knocked on his Front Door, before waiting for him to open the Door. And after a few Seconds, he finally did. He looked at your Tear stained Face in worry, before quickly pulling you into a tight hug. He softly caressed your Back, as he let you sob into his Chest. ,,It's okay Angel, you're safe in my Arms. '' Heeseung carefully kissed your Head, before pulling you inside of his House. He realized your Hands were Ice cold, as he took you to his Room. He took your Backpack, before making you sit down on his Bed.

He eventually ended up giving you a Blanket, so you could stop freezing. And right after that, he sat down next to you. You looked so exhausted and it was so hard to look at. ,,I think it was my fault they got into that Argument. You know, there's that Voice inside my Head that keeps telling me I'm the Problem'' You said, biting your Lip to stop yourself from crying. Heeseung furrowed his Eyebrows as he shook his Head. ,, Don't listen to that Voice, Y/N. Listen to my Voice. I'm so sorry I can't take the Pain away from you but I need you to know, that you were never the Problem. And i'm here for you. I'm never gonna leave.'' Heeseung said,making you look at him as another Tear ran down your Cheek. You forced a soft smile on your Face. ,,How long can I stay here?'' Heeseung softly smiled. ,,You can stay for as long as you need.'' He said.

You loved Heeseung so much. He was exactly what you needed in the Moment, and he chose the perfect Words to make you feel better. And what he did next, made your Heart flutter. He hesitantly lowered his Head, before softly kissing the Tears away from your Cheeks. You closed your Eyes at his gentle Touch. You've never felt so loved by anyone. And even though Heeseung never told you he loved you, you could feel it. ,,I'm glad you're here.'' He whispered between his feathery kisses. ,,No one's ever done this to me before'' You stated, making Heeseung look at you with a soft Smile on his Lips. You looked at Heeseung, as he put a thick strand of Hair behind your Ear. ,,Can I try something?'' Heeseung softly nodded his Head at your Question.

You nervously cupped his Cheek with your Hand, looking into his Eyes before taking a quick glance at his Lips, making Heeseung giggle quietly. And then you finally leaned in, pulling Heeseung into a soft Kiss. The Kiss started off soft and gentle, but eventually got more passionate and heated, making Heeseung break the Kiss quickly. ,,Can you promise me not to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable ? If it gets too much, please pull away'' You nodded your Head,resting your Forehead against his before Heeseung pulled you into another deep Kiss.

He touched you so beautifully, you could feel how much love he had for you. ,,I've been wanting to kiss you for a while'' You murmured against his Lips,making him smile against yours. You pulled away before giving him one last peck on his beautiful, plump Lips. Heeseung pulled you onto his Lap, before wrapping his Arms around your Waist as you wrapped yours around his Neck. ,,So...you've never kissed anyone before?'' You shook your Head at his Question. ,,Nope , never.'' Heeseung hid his Face in the Crook of your Neck. ,,Well, can I get another Kiss?'' Heeseung mumbled into your Neck,making you chuckle. ,,You're lucky I love kissing you'' You said, making Heeseung look at you again to press a soft Kiss on your Lips. ,,I love you Y/N, and I'll do anything to protect you. I'd even risk my life for you'' You looked at him in adoration, stroking his Cheek softly. ,,You're a Gift sent from Heaven, Hee. I love you too''

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(In advance I apologize for any grammatical or syntax error that I may have, English is not my first language).

The Separated AU by @cupcakeslushie has been my complete adoration and obsession in recent days, so (with the author's permission) I created this playlist for Separated!Donnie!

I have chosen the songs mostly for their lyrics, so the musical genres may be all over the place, hehe.

The title comes from the mini comic "Thirds", also part of the Separated AU and creation of Cupcakeslushie, because damn, that interaction between Donnie and Splinter hit me hard.

That there are thirty-three songs (Three Three) in the playlist is... totally a coincidence! But it is one of which I feel very proud!

You can listen it on YouTube here or on Spotify here (I recommend the YouTube version more, since on Spotify I couldn't find all the songs or not in the versions I wanted).

Below is a brief explanation of why I chose some of the songs, (you can ignore this if you like) But enjoy the music and go see the Separated AU, I recommend it with all my heart!

(This part is very based on my interpretation of Sep!Donnie, so I may be wrong about some things.)

— "Saint Bernard" and "Cradles" are the first songs for being the ones I most associated with Donnie. The first for talking about being a failure and that there is something intrinsically "wrong" with you. The second I associated with his way of seeing the world and the fact that he does not perceive what has been done to him as abuse.

— The instrumental melodies I chose I feel they are a good reflection of his mental state, especially in one of his episodes.

— "Papercut" was a song I heard and it was immediately like: "Oh, yes, this is Donnie talking about Three and the hallucinations he has of his brothers".

— "Immer Sie" is one of the few songs I chose with a specific moment in mind, in this case: Donnie attacking his family because he felt they were leaving him behind and abandoning him. The song speaks of a desperate and almost aggressive love, in addition to having in its lyrics a fairly broken syntax. That is why I think it can reflect Donnie's altered mental and emotional state in that specific moment.

— There is a song that clashes a lot with the others and is "Lovefool (Remix)". However I think it represents the affectionate behaviors, although sometimes too intense, of Donnie, as well as his need to be loved.

— I think "Pale Machine" is a song that would play once Donnie was rescued by his family and once he was living with them. Although he is very happy and basically the situation is a dream come true, that does not mean that all his problems are fixed.

— Two other songs for specific moments are "What I've Done" and "Cop Graveyard". I am referring to the moment Mikey finds out about the collars his brother made for Big Mama, and when Donnie realizes that he basically helped Shredder poison Leo's mind.

— "Rolling Girl" is the first of the comfort songs, being a reflection of the way Donnie sees himself and how his family is doing everything possible to help him out of that vicious circle.

— I see "Demons" as a song dedicated to the relationship between Donnie and Vee (which I love). In turn, "Devil Town" would be Donnie's relationship with Leo, Raph and Mikey.

— "New Soul" is basically Donnie on the road to recovery, with its ups and downs.

— Finally, "Somewhere I Belong" is not exactly a happy or entirely positive song, but whose central theme is something that Donnie has been working on and has wished all his life: a place to belong to.

And with this ends my TED Talk, thanks for coming.

#cupcakeslushie #cupcakeslushie separated au #sep!donnie #separated donnie #Playlist #this au is AMAZING #please all go to see it #I had so much fun doing this playlist #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt separated au #separated au #Spotify

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ineadhyn · 2 months

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Writer interview

@vixstarria tagged me and I finally get to do it! Thank you <3

I am tagging @sky-kiss @scuttlingcrab and @thedomesticanthropologist

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

13 and some are multi-chapter. All are BG3 except for a german Inkheart one

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

85.408 -that is a surprising amount of words for being active less than a year

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

His consort, his god - I finally wrote smut for a popular ship XD (bloodweave)

At her mercy - kinky sapphic Karlach x Durge smut

Natures most beloved treasure - Halsin x trans masc Tav smut

Direct from Hell Logistics - ongoing Raphael x Haarlep comedy/angst/smut/plot - this one has it all

A song of snow and embers and Copper Hearts share this place. one is a F/F/F/F foursome and the other my Astarion x male Tav longfic

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I appreciate every single comment and try to show that. There's nothing better than the e-mail that says "comment on your work" and it can make my whole day. Sometimes I don't know what to respond if it's just a word or a keybord smash, but rest assured I see you and I love every one of those, too.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Angsty ending hmmmm. Because some of my stuff is not completed yet I am not gonna spoil anything but Dust and ash about Astarion's backstory was naturally quite angsty

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Not. gonna. spoil XD

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not yet. Maybe I could count Copper hearts because I took Francys from my original work and planted him into Bg3

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, not yet.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do. I am exploring all kinds atm with preferably queer pairings wlw or mlm or nb. I can also write mlw from the men's perspective but not the other way round :D

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Boy I wish.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No and I am not sure if I could commit to a project like that.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Hmmmmm ... Raphlep probably

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

My german Inkheart fic with a genderbent lesbian Basta. Damn I was invested in creating this character, but gave up after a while because it was a lot of work and it being german and a niche topic in a small fandom was not very rewarding tbh. I know I should not care and maybe I'll come back to it when the Inkheart obsession comes over me again.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I am good at setting the scene. Atmosphere and small mundane details that make the setting feel alive. I have always liked that in reading as in writing, because it makes you feel like you are actually there when you can hear and smell and taste the scene.

Also I am okay at developing coherent plot, but that's mainly practice from writing a lot of og work before I started with fics.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I still struggle with english grammar and punctuation at times so I always have a beta reader. And I am lucky to have great ones.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I am not a fan. It confuses me. Singular phrases and such yes, but not entire dialogue. Especially if it's german in an english fic I get super confused.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

*digs through her files* So, my first works were basically fic for my best friend's story. (I was in my early teens.) But since she was the author the lines between canon and fic are blurry and the "fandom" consisted of three people of which one was the author XD

So if we don't count that the first one would be Hunger Games - It was one chapter and I never published it

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

We'll see what posesses me next I guess, though I think Bg3 will stay with me for a considerable amount of time. And ship wise ... I feel Durgetash creeping up on me.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Definitely Direct from Hell Logistics. I am having so much fun with it. It constantly makes me laugh and sheme and I also feel all the angst. Also it is ongoing and I get to explore the story alongside the readers (though I have a rough plot structure to keep me on track).

#bg3 #raphael fic #astarion fic #ao3 writer #bg3 fanfiction #my writing

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alexjcrowley · 11 months

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Since the House M.D. fandom on Tumblr is getting bigger, I though I'd share with you the fact that all I took six years to finish watching the show, and I started well after it finished airing. Why did I take so long, you ask? Here's why.

I started watching House M.D. suring my second year in high school (in my country high school is five years, btw). When I was a kid my parents watched the show, I only caught bits of it and I didn't like it because I didn't understand it. When I was 15-16, out of nowhere if not pure curiosity, I decided to give the show a shot. I became obsessed with it.

I spent entire afternoons watching it. I was a straight A student, as americans say, I was "a pleasure to have in class" and then I started skipping P.E. to watch House on my phone in the locker room. I forced my best friend to skip the lessons with me (they did it gladly). My classmates skipped P.E. to smoke outside of the gym, I jumped up and down in the locker room to find signal so the episodes would load. I still remember making my best friend watch Euphoria part I and II whole others played volleyball. It did not end there.

I remember being at the house of an old friend studying chemistry and biology (which, ironically, I've always sucked at): it was me, my best friend and a couple of other gals. These girls were trying to understand science homework while me and my best friend were giggling because I spent all the time writing "Gregory House" with hearts around his name or lines from the show on the margins of the science textbooks. And, since I have a heavy hand with pencils and pens, I was never able to lend my science textbook to anyone ever (especially the teacher, who sometimes asked for our textbooks) because I had love notes for a fictional doctor written all over it.

I started referring to myself as House and my best friend as Wilson, and to this day on my phone my best friend is saved (amongst other nicknames) as "Jimmy" and I, on their phone, as something like "untrustworthy limp" (I started watching the show in my native language, not English, and in Italian at some point Wilson calls House "zoppo malfidato"), which, by the way, proved to be incredibly accurate because in a few years I would have started having problems with my left ankle, which would have led me to limp a lot and use crutches.

Therefore the question arises spontaneously: why did I take so long finishing the show? Well, as you can clearly understand, I really liked House's and Wilson's friendship, it meant a lot to me (and later on I would have understood, as an aromantic, it was the qpr I aspired to have).

We all know what happens at the end of season 4. I cried like a baby and all that, it took a couple of days, but I started season 5.

But then, in season 5, House and Wilson weren't magically friends again (who would have thought?). And my poor little heart, simply couldn't bear that. Suddenly I was taking P.E. again, and my best friend was asking about House and I said "I need time to elaborate". And then I didn't, for six years.

"Hey, don't they make up in the fourth episode of the season?" Yes, they do. Do you want to know at which episode of the fifith season I stopped watching because I couldn't bear to see them not being friends? The first. Fucking. Episode. I watched one episode of the fifth season that ended with Wilson saying "We're not friends anymore, House. I'm not sure we ever were" and said "Nope, I can't, MY HEART CANNOT TAKE THIS" and as a matter of a fact it didn't take it. I saw them not being friends for ONE episode for something that was ENTIRELY justifiable and I had to take a moment for six years.

"Then how did you decide to watch the rest of it one day?" well, well, well, let's jump six years forwards, no longer than last year. Last year was the worst year of my life and I doubt this will ever change, it was the first year of university and truly a year I wish I could forget. I started doing things I regret, my life was a mess, I skipped an exam, my mother was angry with me, one night I am crying in fetal position in my shower (I am not taking a shower, I am in my pijama just lying in the shower) and I think "it doesn't get worse than this". I have my phone with me, I open Tumblr to try and think of something else instead of crying and I see, unprompted (I didn't look for it), an House M.D. post.

I had tried to go on Tumblr to look for content on the show 6 years before, I hadn't found a lot. I remember I never finished watching the show. Again, my life sucks, I am thinking very bad things, I am emotionally fucked, I think I'll have to jump from a window by the way things are going. I tell myself (I very vividly remember why I stopped watching House) "it can't hurt more than what I am already going through". I start watching from the second episode of the fifth season, I remembered everything about the show.

I find out if I had powered through two more episodes at time, House and Wilson would have been friends again. I finish the show in less than a month (and the night I watch the finale I make four minutes audios to my best friend at 3 in the morning in which I bawl my eyes out and say very incoherent sad things).

And this, kids, is how I met your mother took six years to watch all House M.D. It just took me to be at the lowest point of my life but oh well if that's the price to pay.

#house #house md #wilson #dr house #james wilson #greg house #gregory house #hilson

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8107raptcustode · 1 month

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So, let's go over my and my alters' Helluva/Hazbin inserts

Note: this is running under @nottapossum 's au to a large extent

Further note: given the day, I feel I must clarify this is *not* a joke post, aright? 100% seriousness here.

Running under them all having been distinct souls stuck inhabiting the same body in life. Still bound together in death via chains similar to the ones from deals, but at least they have distinct bodies now. All the chains really do is make it so they can't actually sell their souls. Not one has control over the others.

🐍👢 Vincent(Me!): Is a sinner with the appearance of a melanistic sidewinder (or desert horned viper as it's also known.)

He is in large part a snake regressor (60% easy) with most of the remaining percentage being little, and some traces of caregiver and guardian in there.

Favorite foods: raw veggies with buttermilk ranch, milk with barley powder, chilli, baked beans, and fruit smoothies

Takes a bit of a Western/farmboy aesthetic both in and out of headspace. In headspace it's taken up to 11, but even out of it he's rarely seen not wearing a plaid shirt, leather duster, and stetson hat. Talks the part too, having grown up in Texas almost his entire childhood.

He does occasionally work with Carmilla, testing weapons for accuracy, balance, ease of use, etc. Finds he's a better judge with firearms.

Very much a musician at heart. Often heard singing old folk songs and gunslinger ballads softly to himself. His singing voice is rich and sweet, but still requires practice to properly hit notes.

🦂🌼 Aster is 80% guardian, 18% caretaker, 2% neutral.

He's a sinner that takes the appearance of a South African deathstalker scorpion, with the ability to shoot venom from his tail included. He will spray involuntarily if sufficiently startled, but the venom is heavily diluted even with a direct sting and at most makes the victim really tired, burns a bit like peroxide if it touches a mucous membrane like the mouth or eyes. He's actually used it to sedate some of the others when they start getting panicky or excessively violent.

He speaks with a Middle English dialect, but don't be fooled, it's just an affectation. Sometimes the fact he has chelicerae in place of a normal mouth does make speaking difficult.

He does have pedipalps with slender claws. They sprout from between his shoulder blades like wings and are held above his shoulders when he feels there's a threat, otherwise he tucks them neatly behind his back. He'll hold them off to the sides if carrying anything with them. Besides those he has two pairs of normal arms, one of which he keeps folded over his midsection when not in use, and two pairs of legs.

He does have bad hips and occasionally requires a cane to get around comfortably.

In terms of fashion choices, he tends to lean toward a Victorian style. Button vest, lace-fly pants, cloaked tailcoat, long leather boots, and tricorne hat

Very much a bread and meat enthusiast when it comes to food, and has the gut to show it. If he's cooking it's all but guaranteed to be a roast, a meat stew, or a grilled cut/patty dish.

Before coming to the Hotel he spent most of his time in the Cannibal Colony. While he didn't get the opportunity in life, he did wish to try something more "exotic" to say the least. Helped run a butchery there for some time, left when the butcher ran afoul of Alastor. Doesn't have much rapport with Rosie, being relatively new to the colony overall, but does have a crush on her nonetheless.

Note: Do not try to shorten his name, and do not call him "Daisy." Assuming he's familiar with you he will cease speaking with you until he gets an apology. If unfamiliar you will be torn apart and eaten. An exception is made for sign language as the signs for "Daisy" and "Aster" are the same unless fingerspelled.

Like Vin he is very much a musical type, his voice being just a bit deeper, but also more rough and gravelly. Primarily he focuses on love songs, chain gang songs, and sea shanties.

🕸🤘 Rhiannon: 98% caregiver, 2% guardian

Takes the form of a regal jumping spider. She does have fanged chelicerae at the corners of her mouth that fold over her upper lip and pedipalps that sprout from her lower mandible, but her venom is not significant and even if she were to bite (which would never happen unless she was protecting someone) it wouldn't have much effect beyond a slight blister and rash around the area.

Speaks with a slight Midwestern US accent, and her voice is usually bright and cheery.

Fashion-wise she tends to just stick with a t-shirt and pants or shorts with a loose fit.

Like Aster she has two sets of arms and two sets of legs, but she doesn't keep either set of arms folded, choosing to let them rest on her hips or hang at her sides most of the time.

Favorite foods are pasta bolognese, eggplant parmesan, and fried dill pickles.

She'll answer to "Rhi" or "RhiRhi"

Worked as a bartender in Club Kaiju for a bit, but found that she really just couldn't keep up with the size of the patrons. Still on good terms with Missy Zilla, though.

Not as musically inclined as the others, but does find herself tapping along to a random beat a lot of the time.

🐙💡 Isaac: 87% neutral, 13% caregiver

Looks a mindflayer with a blue-ringed octopus pattern, 5 tentacles hanging around his mouth. Can change colors to blend in somewhat, but the rings turn much brighter when excited, agitated, or frightened. Also sprays noxious ink when startled, though there's not any range on it, so the most that happens is he needs to change clothes and/or clean the floor under him. Can also summon tentacles from most surfaces and has some psychic influence to be able to calm people very slightly on touch.

He's *extremely* skinny. Unhealthily so. He deals with regular major depressive episodes that make him not have any appetite.

His favorite food, when he can stomach it, is crab rangoon, but he'll at least try to eat pretty much any seafood if given to him regardless of his appetite.

He doesn't really speak that much if at all. Finds writing and sign language to be easier, especially with the tentacles in the way.

Does do occasional work for Valentino, being able to summon tentacles has its uses in that industry, after all. And thus does have some relation with Angel Dust, albeit limited.

Like the rest he has musical inclinations. His longer, spindly fingers make it easier to play guitar, bass, harp, and piano.

🦈🐺 Gareth: 50% shark regressor, 50% little. Permaregressor as well.

Smallest of the bunch, he stands just a head over Niffty. Takes the form of a spurdog with a cerulean skin tone, complete with a venomous barb in front of his dorsal fins that causes extreme pain and swelling. Almost always wearing a specialized harness set so he doesn't accidentally prick anyone.

Besides his harness, he's usually wearing only a pair of jeans or shorts. Shirts press on the dorsal fin between his shoulders too much.

He was bounced around between the caregivers in the group based on who was the least busy at the time. There was one incident where Valentino pissed him off enough to try and bite a chunk out of him, but the other overlords he's met he got on fine with. Except Alastor, who seemed to only begrudgingly tolerate his presence. (He's a shark regressor, so major dog vibes) And especially Vox, who seemed to absolutely light up, both figuratively and literally, on meeting him.

Doesn't talk much, because he can usually get his point across just fine without words. Does bark and whine like a puppy. And when he does speak his speech patterns are somewhat robotic, unless he's quoting a spoken line, then he'll match the candor of the original speaker.

Favorite foods: jambalaya, black pudding, sweet potatoes, and fried mushrooms with ranch.

And, like the others, he likes to play music. Ocarina and tin/low whistle are his favorite instruments, and so long as he can play a song on either he's happy to do so.

#regression #pet regression #Shark regressor #Snake regressor #Caregiver #Caretaker #Guardian #Little!Hazbins #self insert #Alters #OSDD

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causeimhappinesss · 2 years

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Sore loser - Leon S. Kennedy x reader

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x reader

Warning: slightly nsfw

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot somes mistakes :)

Request: May I request Fem/reader with Leon or Chris (if you can do both separately as well and clearly up to you to decide) I'm 5'3" short yet I feel like if I was strong enough to take both down on the ground while practicing hand to hand combat with slight nsfw at the end like being on top of them. Also I love your writings!!! And Take yo time if you have to

Even though you were a seasoned agent, you still had to train. It was essential for a D.S.O. member, especially when you were working with elite members such as the famous Leon S. Kennedy... A man full of sympathy, but a little too proud and confident, so he thought that training with you would be a piece of cake. He forgot that he himself had trained you a few months before another colleague took that task. Being 5'3 (160cm) short, you didn't impress men as tall as him, let alone enemies, and yet... they had a lot to worry about! You were proof that size doesn't necessarily matter! (Are we talking about a penis? I swear we're not)

That day you decided to review the basics of hand to hand combat, which meant being able to anticipate your partner's attacks as quickly as possible, dodge them and even turn them against him. Even though the blades you decided to train with were fake, the same ones you see in movies, you took it very seriously. You moved with such speed and grace that you seemed to fly over the ground like a ghost, so much so that it was confusing even for Leon. With his expert eye, he was analyzing your every move, managing once again to dodge one of your blows, at his side. He sketched an amused smile, almost teasing, while a gleam of mischief sparkled in his azure glance. If sweat was beginning to make your skin glow, his seemed as dry as the Sahara desert.

How the hell is that possible? So he's not human, but some kind of demigod? you thought, amazed.

"So, are you getting tired, rookie?" he chuckled, moistening his full lips.

Desirable lips, which you had so wished to taste these last months, but it seemed almost inaccessible to you. Yet, you could feel that indescribable energy coming from both of your bodies, every time you held each other so close. Your heart rate would speed up and a rush, similar to anxiety, would surge through your veins, then become blunt in your belly.

"Far from it. Speak for yourself, grandpa!" you joked, in a bold, defiant tone.

"Meanwhile, if I'm a grandpa, you still haven't managed to touch me or knock me down."

And he wasn't entirely wrong. You wanted to shut him up, if you couldn't do it with a kiss, but also to make him proud. Suddenly, you were more brutal in your attacks, which had the gift to disconcert him. You attacked him with a perfectly placed blow behind the knees and knocked him backwards. You swung astride his pelvis and slid the false blade under his chin. A victorious smile spread across your face, as bliss fogged your mind. You could be proud of yourself. You had just knocked Leon S. Kennedy to the ground.

"I let you win..." he grumbled in a hoarse voice. Of course, it was a lie and you could feel it from miles away. Leon's gaze was fixed on yours, as if he was probing you, but in reality he was trying to understand how such a thing could have happened. Was it the way your muscles rolled under your skin in the most graceful way, or was it the little bead of sweat that beaded on your skin, between your breasts, having a rather unobstructed view thanks to your low-cut henley? He lost because he was admiring your breathtaking beauty.

"You're a sore loser. That's all."

You approached her face to his and observed him, especially his lips, they were irrevocably calling you; they bewitched you. That kind of detail sometimes made you doubt his humanity. You almost wouldn't have been surprised if he was descended from Apollo.

"Do you remember what we said before we started, Kennedy?"

"That the loser would get a forfeit? Sure."

You finished sliding the blade down his neck, to his shoulder blades, under his navy blue shirt, which perfectly highlighted his bulging muscles, which you had loved to perceive on several occasions. Gently, you pressed your butt against his crotch and slipped your free hand on his chest. His Adam's apple went up, then down again, while his lips slightly opened. He held back a sigh.

"Do you want to know my forfeit?"

"Yes."

You arched over him, your chest pressed against his chest, then slid your lips against his ear. Your warm breath caressed his skin and caused him to shiver intensely. His heart rate increased and his hands found their way to your hips, close to your butt.

"I'm all ears... Miss Y/N."

"Kiss me."

You moved back, a few inches away, to plunge your glance again in his. Delicate, one of his hands went up along your ribs, until he stroked your nape and made you bend against him. He pressed on your nape to get you closer to him and pressed his lips against yours. At that moment, you didn't know what would happen to the two of you, but it didn't matter, you were enjoying the moment, and those sweet lips. Little by little, one of his hands ventured under your top, while your tongues fought a duel through a feverish kiss.

You couldn't wait for Leon to show you what he was really capable of.

Hey, readers! I hope you liked it! Also, I created a ko-fi account with small commissions at $1, $2 and $8 to support me and my work or tip me here since I'm broke😊💜

My Ko-fi: carolinemertz

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#leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy imagine #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy #resident evil imagine #resident evil 2 #re2 remake

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ggthydrangea · 2 years

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multiples of 5 for the bias asks?

Thank you for the question!!! Sorry it took me a little to get this done, I started it but then got distracted and forgot about it. OTL

Who feels the most like home?

Ooo this is a hard one... Taeyang has been my ult so long that he really has a special place in my heart, and sometimes just seeing him in a video or hearing his voice in a song makes me smile.

But Chan... I really connect with him and I think he definitely could get like home with a bit more time, I think cause he does vlives every week and speaks English, there's more chance to get to know little things about him, and I think hearing him talk in a language I understand (maybe someday I'll learn Korean...) makes him feel more like someone I could actually know in a way. Also he's just a comfy person to me.

Is there a specific position (what they do or age) your biases tend to be? (Rapper, singer, dancer, leader, older in the group, younger, maknaes, etc.)

So far, not really? XD I don't have a lot of biases, but age position there's absolutely no pattern. And while my two big biases are both singers that's not why they're my biases, there's a lot of rappers I really enjoy when they're performing but if I don't connect them in terms of personality it doesn't matter how good they are. One of them is a lead dancer, one isn't, but if I got more biases I can definitely see myself having more dancers in my roster cause I'm a sucker for some good dance moves.

Do you have any bias wreckers?

I have an honorary one (Jaeyoon of SF9, it's a long story) but once I settle on a bias I tend to not really sway from them.

Is there anything in particular that draws you into your bias(es)?

Smiles is a big one, I'm such a sucker for a nice smile, if someone is my bias I 100% love their smile.

With Taeyang, his passion for dance is a big thing, there's just something about how much he seems to love dance that I just see in him and I think it's beautiful.

With Chan, it's the fact that I feel like I have a lot of little things in common with him, and he has a really comforting presence about him.

(the rest is under the cut so this doesn't get too long)

Share a favorite selfie of a bias (Send a group or random choice)

This Taeyang selfie will live in my mind rent free forever.

Look at his cute little moles!!! 🥺

Are there any songs that make you think of them?

Hmm not really? I don't tend to associate people with songs too much, and I don't think songs by their groups really count. XD

Do you intentionally collect any of your biases? (Going out of your way to trade/buy their photocards and other stuff)

Nope! It takes a lot to do that, and I'm just not up for that. I do wish I had more Taeyang though. :(

Express how much they mean to you no limit ramble as much as you want (Send a group or random choice)

Alright. I'm gonna go with Taeyang because oh man. Can I say a lot about him. He's been my bias for a long time, since early 2017, and I really love him with all my heart. I mean, he's the reason my blog header is what it is, because I really would give him the entire universe if I could. He deserves it and so much more.

He's an amazing passionate dancer and you can really see it when he performs - there's this special look in his face where it just seems like he's really enjoying what he's doing, and I've never seen that joy in anyone else no matter how much they enjoy dancing. And he's so good at it too!!! He is an amazingly phenomenal dancer and I love watching him dance, he's so talented, he has such grace and ease when performing, and his movements are so smooth, I can't take my eyes off him!!!

I also love his voice. I'm really bad at describing voices but for me his is very special and I love it. I can immediately tell if it's him and like I said before, just hearing his parts in songs makes me smile so much.

Another thing I love about him is his smile. He lights up the whole room when he smiles, he really lives up to his name... Which is why my personal tag for him is "my beautiful sunshine bias". Just seeing him smile makes me so happy and I really treasure his smile so much, it's one of the things that first drew me to him.

Basically he means the world to me and I love him so so much. ❤️

This got way too long, but thanks again for the ask, it's fun to get to talk about my biases! ❤️

#ask #ask game answered #anonymous

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loulines · 2 years

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[1/2] Hey honey I'm so familiar with what you're writing and it's terribly sad. I write fics with an unpopular ship and I don't know English well enough. Few people read me and I never participate in general hangouts. I've been trying to adjust for several years... but right now I just feel like a loser. I have no words of encouragement 'cause it seems to me that this fandom leads us into the abyss. But know that you are not alone in this swamp. Maybe this will help you.

[2/2] And yes, I love your art (the one from December 11 last year is my love forever!) Take care – and I'm hugging you if you let me Aw, thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺

I wish I could know about your fics, I'm sure they're amazing! And yeah, having English as your second language is frustrating sometimes, especially when you have to express your feelings. If you have social anxiety, know that I relate so much, it's really making things harder... I don't know the solution to that yet either, but maybe this is why we all struggle with it. And to everyone who struggle with fitting in as well, you're not alone with that. Maybe one day we should all just meet and talk about the times we couldn't socialize? That would be wild😅

As for the fandom itself, it is toxic as fuck. Star Wars fans are one of the most insane people in the world, in both positive and negative meaning of that word. Unfortunately the ones who can harm others are the loudest... This is why at some point I just retracted from Tumblr and most of the social media, because it was killing me mentally (on top of my other problems). The truth is, you can't change an entire mass of toxic people. You can try to fight it but you can only do so much alone. Instead, if you manage to find even one person in the fandom that you get along with, stick to them, take care of that friendship with all you've got. Although I do understand how hard it is to do with social anxiety and lack of social skills. But it's doable.

Dear Anon, you're definitely not a loser. Even though I don't know you I'm sure you're an amazing person. It's gonna get cliche now but I can already tell that from your ask, and I'm completely serious.

Lastly, it's really warming my heart that you like my art 🥺 I will try my best to continue drawing, even though it's hard to do these days. And you too, please remember to enjoy writing your fics first and foremost. I know it sounds hypocritical from me since I literally wrote in my other post that I care a lot about feedback. And that's true. But when times are better, I do try to remind myself to enjoy just doing my hobbies, regardless of feedback. I hope you will have these better days more often in the future ❤️

I'm always down for a hug so here, take one from me 🫂🫂🫂

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arietttta · 1 year

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just gonna do the whole april tc challenge in one sitting (instead of homework for an unrelated class. lol.)

Day 1: Happy April Fool’s! Have you ever pranked your TC; if so, how did they react? on halloween last year (this was before my dumb ass realized i liked him) the entire choir hid in our rehearsal hall with the lights off a few minutes before class and when he walked in i said "play with us, 💎" in a creepy little-girl-in-a-horror-movie voice

Day 2: What is the earliest thing you can remember about your TC? apparently i met him when i was playing percussion at a choir performance several years ago but i have no memory of that. lmao. i do remember thinking his tattoo sleeves were cool when i met him on the first day of me actually being in one of his classes

Day 3: Do you like your TC’s subject? Do you consider yourself to be good at it? he teaches choir and private voice lessons and i am a voice major soooo... i fucking HOPE i'm good at it

Day 4: How do you feel about your age gap? i'm 26 so i'm not super young, but even then he's still twice my age. i've liked fictional characters almost three times my age before so it doesn't feel super weird, but he's definitely the oldest Real Actual Person i've crushed on

Day 5: Have you ever said anything to your TC that showed you favoured them? Have they said anything like that to you? he's one of the only teachers i've ever given multiple gifts to and gift giving is my love language (when i can afford it) so i think it's a bit obvious. he's pretty nice to everyone but he just seems to be extra considerate of my feelings and really encouraging to me, i feel like i might be a favorite 🙊

Day 6: Have you ever noticed any small habits that they have? If so, what comes to mind first? in another class i have with him, he tends to look around the room at each student when he's lecturing. sometimes we lock eyes and i feel my heart do a little flip

Day 7: What gift would you really like to be able to give them, regardless of if it’s realistic or not? gladiolus flowers. they're his favorite but they're expensive and not easy to find

Day 8: Does your TC ever talk about what it was like when they were still a student? oh yeah. he has a doctorate so he has lots of years of college to talk about

Day 9: Does your TC have a significant other? If so, what do you know about them and how do you feel about them? he has a boyfriend who is autistic and apparently likes to discuss geeky stuff with him. i'm not really jealous but sometimes i do think to myself "hey, i'm autistic and geeky too, where's my kiss"

Day 10: What is the longest time you have gone without seeing them? about a month (winter break) right after i realized i had a crush on him. it was a little rough. but man he's gonna be traveling for most of summer break and i probably won't see him for 3 months and i am trying not to think about that :(

Day 11: What do other people usually think about them? nobody else likes him romantically, but the other voice students really appreciate him and think he's cool

Day 12: Do you often make up excuses to speak to them? What kinds of excuses do you like to use? i don't really make excuses but sometimes if i have questions for him i will space them out a bit so i get to visit him in his office multiple times

Day 13: Other than the subject they teach, what are they really passionate about? doctor who (specifically 10. good taste), star trek, literature of all sorts, and english culture

Day 14: What is a skill you really wish your TC had? being attracted to me LMAO

Day 15: Which MBTI personality do you think they are? (cutting out the other part because i want nothing to do with that t*rf) i don't know a lot about mbti but i think we're both ambiverts. he's more of a thinker than a feeler but he's also very compassionate so that's a hard one to judge too. the other two i really cannot decide

Day 16: If you could go back in time and choose, would you still choose to develop feelings for your TC? if anything i'd choose to develop them earlier because i was in denial for months

Day 17: If it was the last time you would ever be able to see your TC, what is one thing you would never leave without saying to them? i love you. thank you for being so supportive and encouraging. you've changed my life and my personality for the better and i can't thank you enough.

Day 18: When was the first time you cried because of them? never cried over him but that last prompt got me a bit misty eyed

Day 19: How well do you think you know them? he's pretty open about certain aspects of his private life so i'd say i know him fairly well and if things continue like this i think i'm gonna get to know him even better!

Day 20: Do you ever lie to them? About what? i don't think i've ever intentionally lied to him but does physically restraining myself from saying lovey-dovey shit count?

Day 21: What is the longest time you have spent together with them? i think it's gonna be next monday because i have one class with him in the morning, then we're grabbing coffee between classes, then another class in the afternoon, and then a private lesson right after

Day 22: If you have had other TCs in the past (or right now), how are they similar to or different from your current (or primary) TC? he's the only major tc i've ever had. i was a little into my chem teacher in high school (he was older and scruffier than 💎) and i had a crush on a female teacher shortly after my bi awakening in middle school, but i absolutely was not this level of smitten

Day 23: Have you ever seen your TC in clothes they don’t usually wear? Casual clothes if they usually wear formal attire or the other way around? he's usually like, polo and jeans casual, but he wears a nice suit for our concerts and godddddd what a snack

Day 24: When was the last time they made your heart thump? today when we rescheduled coffee and he put it in his phone calendar to make sure he had no other scheduling conflicts this time

Day 25: How do you think your TC would react if you confided in them when you felt sad or stressed or anxious? that is literally the reason he asked me to coffee, so uh, that

Day 26: What is the best dream you have had of them? i don't think i've ever dreamt of him, not any that i can remember anyway

Day 27: What is the saddest/scariest dream you have had of them? see above

Day 28: Does your TC ever bring you up to other students/teachers that you know of? not that i know of (unless complimenting me in front of all my other classmates counts) but i wouldn't put it past him. god knows i bring him up to other people a lot

Day 29: Do you see them as being a romantic person? Are you? i mean he has a boyfriend so he must be at least a little romantic. as for me i'm definitely a romantic person but when i'm in actual relationships it has tended to cross the border into obsession so i'm staying away from dating til i can get that sorted out

Day 30: How have they changed since you two first met? How have you changed? he's really taken a liking to me. hehehe... as for me i've gotten significantly less shy and i've changed a lot of my bad singing habits. i like to think we've changed each other for the better

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eremosjournal · 2 years

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“A Mission (Trip) Accomplished: A Godly Girl’s Review of Charity Abroad” , a *satirical* post by Pressleigh Rae Vanderhayden⁣

Helloooo brothers and sisters! Pressleigh here, on absolute FIRE with excitement about today’s topic. But first things first, let’s check in! How are y’all? Hopefully thriving, praying, and soaking up ALL the FALL blessings! I know I’ve been feeling a little extra grateful lately, and I’ve been taking small moments out of my day to thank GOD for the crisp chill in the air, the cozy sweaters at Marshall’s, and the PSL in my cup!

Today we’re talking missions trips: what they are, some misconceptions about them, and things I wish I knew before embarking on mine. In essence, a missions trip is a journey taken with The Lord in order to do three things: HUMBLE the soul, HELP the less fortunate, AND HEAL the world! Let’s get into it!

HUMBLE: As Christians, there is no greater cause in our lives than to evangelize the world. But sometimes, the thrill of this cause fills us with such a sense of purpose that we forget who’s really in charge. GOD. On my flight to fulfill my mission with the indigenous Matambu Tribe in the Samara region of Costa Rica, I was absolutely elevated with a sense of the Holy Spirit. I prayed the entire flight, thanking GOD for the opportunity to save his people. However, once we arrived at the community I was physically overcome with the intense humidity, the amount of large insects and - possibly worst of all - the complete absence of a Trader Joe’s anywhere in sight! I was at a loss for words. Why wasn’t everything exactly as I’d expected?! But then I realized, this is how people in other parts of the world live EVERY DAY. And you know what? They’re happy! They love the heat, they love the bugs, they love working in the subpar conditions of the banana plantations for their meager wages. And it got me thinking: if these incredible, illiterate people can be happy with so little, maybe I can learn to be too for the next ten days.

HELP: Something I wish I had known about before going abroad for my mission trip is poverty. I’d certainly seen homeless people ask for a dollar before, but those people are just lazy or faking it. The people in Costa Rica were truly poor: no air conditioning, no paved roads, and they even used Androids. Heartbreaking. But worst of all, they were spiritually poor. Their community had no Christian churches, and there wasn’t a single cross to be seen! I knew what I had to do. With the language barrier, I knew it would be hard to reach the Matambu people, so I used a channel that has never failed to bridge the spiritual gaps in my life: music. Every morning, I would gather the children of the community into a hut, sit them down and teach them Hillsong Worship’s classic “Oceans”. Since they didn’t know any English I had to teach them phonetically, and it took a lot of love and patience. But eventually, I had the world’s most angelic choir of indigenous children singing their praises to GOD, and I was so proud. Sometimes it still brings a tear to my eye to think of the reverberation of their little voices singing, “Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander” through the mountains. Because there were no houses in the community, their voices traveled so far, and I’m beaming now writing this as I think of those praises leaving their hungry little mouths and rising straight to the heart of Jesus.

HEAL: Yes, my goal was to help the less fortunate people of Costa Rica. But I couldn’t help but wonder what benefit the trip brought ME. And I realized. Here at home in the US it’s so easy to take all my blessings for granite. I indulge in the comfort of my environment and lose my fire for Christ. And to be honest with you guys, the thought of being in a third world country used to scare me. But retrospectively, nothing healed my relationship with GOD more than leaving my comfort zone. I felt so powerful when we landed in Costa Rica. It felt like I could just conquer the entire country, almost like I was entitled to it. I wonder if there’s a word for that. Regardless, I thank GOD and the beautiful people of Costa Rica every day for the opportunity they gave me to see myself in a new light. GOD and I would not have the relationship we have today if it weren’t for my missions trip.

So if you want to evangelize, learn about yourself, and take silly pictures with adorable little brown children, I cannot recommend the experience of a missions trip highly enough. And if you feel called by the Lord to share your blessings today, click the link in my bio to donate to the missions program at my church, REDEEM. I know a young girl just like me at the time of my trip would greatly appreciate your generosity. That’s all I have for today, y’all! But before you go back to your scrolling, I want us to stop and say a quick prayer:

Dear LORD,

Humble me. Help me. Heal me. Rid me of my fear, and as the children of my Matambu choir sang so beautifully, “Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander.” May our feet never wander from your path, LORD. Bless all our feet, LORD GOD.

Amen.

I’ll catch y’all in the next one, friends! Blessings,

Pressleigh

#ex catholic #deconstruction #ex christian #exvangelical #mission trip

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hanqu0kka · 2 years

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Love In Cheese

Pairing: Han Jisung x F!reader

Genre: fluff, delivery boy!jisung

Summary: After a long tiring day at college, all you wanted to do was lie on your couch and curse the world for being so unfair. However, your luck drastically changed, all thanks to an empty fridge, a cheese pizza, and a cute yet very clumsy delivery boy - that stole your heart without you even noticing it.

Warning: some swearing

Words: 4.2k

Author's Note: Hey sweets, how you doing? I hope you like this! English is not my first language so I’m sorry for any grammar errors.

You closed the door of your house, walking straight towards the living room in small steps. You threw your heavy bag on the floor and plopped down on the couch, allowing your tired body to rest.

Friday had finally arrived after what felt like the longest week of your life. To say you were tired was an understatement. If you had to describe how you felt, you'd say that your soul had probably left your body sometime in the middle of the week, leaving behind only an empty carcass.

For the thousandth time that day, you wondered if all the stress caused by college was really worth it. Between student council meetings, tutoring the students, and dozens of assignments you still had to do, you were slowly losing your head. Why couldn't life be like in The Princess Diaries? Where was your lost grandmother to take you to Genovia and reveal you were a filthy rich princess?

Taking a deep breath, you came to the conclusion that life wasn't fair.

Your head throbbed, but that was nothing compared to the hole sitting in your stomach. Through the window, you could see the sun setting on the horizon. You barely remembered when was the last time you ate. Probably early in the morning, where you only had time to drink a glass of orange juice in one gulp before rushing off to college. As the president of the student council, you couldn't afford to be late. You know the rules: 'be a good example', 'be responsible' and blah blah blah.

Gathering all your remaining strength, you decided to go find something that could satisfy your hunger. Nonetheless, minutes later, a low whine escaped through your lips while you stared at the empty shelves of your fridge.

You mentally cursed yourself for forgetting to shop. Sometimes living alone had its downsides. Apparently, if you didn't buy food, your fridge wouldn't magically refill itself. Life really wasn't fair.

With no other option – no, going to the grocery store wasn't an option –, you took your phone and called the familiar number of the pizza parlor your best friend worked at, hoping he'd be the one to pick up the call and not Minho. That little devil seemed to find pleasure in denying you your well-deserved discounts.

“Domino's Pizza, how can I help you?”

“Seungmin!” You shouted excitedly at hearing your friend's voice.

“Do you really need to scream in my ear every single time? You're gonna make me go deaf one of these days.”

"Rude. I'm just happy to hear the voice of my favorite person in this entire world. I miss you so much.”

“Firstly, we last saw each other 4 hours ago. And secondly…” He took a deep breath, pretending to be disappointed with your tactics. “We both know you’re lying. You just want to please me to get a discount. Like always.”

You gasped, "That’s so untrue. I can't believe you'd say that."

“Y/n.” He warned.

“It's been 5 hours since you last saw me, I mean. Are you not counting? I'm disappointed in you, Kim Seungmin.”

“Y/n.”

“Okay, okay. You won. You’re right, I’m wrong. Happy? But you know I love you with all my heart, right?”

Even without seeing him, you could practically see Seungmin rolling his eyes. He sighed in defeat, "I hate you. What do you want? The usual?"

“Yep. You know me so well.”

"Sometimes I wish I didn't." He mumbled like a frustrated child, making you laugh. “The manager will kill me if he finds out how much discount you get per month.”

"C'mon! I order there almost every weekend. I think I deserve a good discount for being such a loyal customer.”

"No. You're only loyal ‘cause that’s the closest pizzeria to your house, which makes the delivery fee cheaper. Not to mention you're too lazy to get your sorry ass off the couch and go buy your own food somewhere else.”

You rolled your eyes, breaking into a wide smile. “It all depends on the point of view, my dear Watson.”

“Whatever. I don't get paid enough to care. Your pizza arrives in 10 minutes.” He hastily said before hanging up the phone.

While the pizza didn't arrive, you decided to take a quick shower. Unfortunately, the hot water wasn't able to ease your headache, but it did make the tense muscles on your body relax a little.

You had just sat down on the couch to watch a movie, your hair still a little wet, when the doorbell rang.

Hungry, you ran toward the door, your greetings to Felix already on the tip of your tongue, but what you saw took you by surprise. It was, shall we say... a very intriguing scene.

The Domino's bike was parked in front of your house, where a boy – who definitely wasn't Felix – struggled to open the compartment where the pizzas were kept. He wore the classic white shirt and red cap of the pizzeria uniform. A thin layer of sweat covered his forehead, the tip of his tongue pressed between his lips in a grimace of concentration.

Noticing he was being watched, he froze and stared back at you like a deer caught in headlights. His doe eyes were open wide, making the nervousness in them clearly visible. His hands trembled discreetly.

It was only then that you realized you knew him. He went to the same college as you, and even though you didn't share any classes, he shared some with Seungmin. Both of them were friends, but you two had never really talked, only exchanged polite smiles and quick good mornings when you met in the hallways.

Even so, you couldn't deny that you always thought he was cute.

“H-hi!” He said uncertainty, voice cracking slightly. “My name is pizza. I came to bring your Han.”

He flashed you a big smile that made his whole face light up. You struggled to contain a laugh.

"I don't think I paid for any Han, but if he's cute like you, Mr. Pizza, I'd certainly take it."

You didn't know where this surge of courage had come from. Usually, you were a wreck at that sort of thing, but something about the way his cheeks flushed made your heart leap triumphantly in your chest. Perhaps, being a little bold sometimes had its perks.

He threw his head back and covered his face with his hands, letting out a long sigh. “Idiot! Really, Jisung? Really?” He mumbled to himself. “Why did I say that? I promised I wouldn't mess up anymore, but the universe isn't helping me! Did my first delivery really have to be for a pretty girl like her? That's not helping me at all!"

"Oh, you think I'm pretty?" You asked in a teasing tone, ignoring, at least for now, the way your heart missed a few beats.

“What?” He yelled, panic flowing through his veins. He shyly scratched his neck. “Crap! I was talking out loud this whole time, wasn’t I?

“Yeah, kind of.”

He whimpered and lowered his head, trying, unsuccessfully, to hide the strong blush on his cheeks.

You grinned, deciding to end the suffering of the poor boy in front of you. You walked over to the bike compartment, skillfully releasing the latches that kept it from opening during the ride.

He looked at you in awe, making you giggle. "There you go! Han Jisung, right?”

“Y-yes. But how do you kno-” His voice slowly faded away as the realization of who you were hit him like a bucket of cold water. He felt his nervousness increase exponentially. “Y-you're Y/n, right? Seungmin’s friend.”

You nodded.

"H-how did you...how..." He tried to say, looking between you and the pizza compartment.

“Oh, this?” You shrugged. “I've seen Felix, the other delivery boy, do this a million times. Don't worry, it really is a little hard to open.”

Jisung felt a warm sensation wash through his body. He knew you were just saying that to comfort him, the way you opened that thing, in a blink of an eye, was proof enough to him.

Before his brain could start to crucify him for being such an idiot, you opened the kindest smile he had ever seen in his life, making him forget for a second about everything, even his own name.

"Sorry. It's my first day. I think I'm still a little lost.” He confessed, shyly.

"Don't worry. I get why you're so tense, the first day really sucks. I remember one time when I helped my aunt in her coffee shop. I was a total disaster! Man, those coffee machines are no joke.” You laughed, shaking your head. “I walked out of there soaked in coffee and with a piece of cake stuck in my hair. I still don't know how it got there.”

You were so distracted remembering the past that you missed the fond look Jisung gave you.

He knew it was crazy, he barely knew you, but he felt so comfortable in your presence. There you were, exposing an embarrassing situation in your life just to make him feel better. Not even his own friends would do that for him, and even if they did, it'd only be after laughing their ass off.

When your eyes met again, you smiled timidly. "Sorry, I'm talking too much."

"It's alright. It's good to know I'm not the only clumsy one in this town." He winked at you, making you both laugh. "Right, let me get your pizza."

You looked with amusement at the way Jisung awkwardly pulled the stack of pizzas out of the compartment. As he struggled to balance the boxes in his arms, you couldn't help but notice the way his muscles flexed under his tight shirt.

"Here!" He said excitedly, handing you a pizza box.

Again, you tried to hide your laugh, not wanting to embarrass him even more. "Hm, how can I say that... That's not my pizza."

“Hmm?” He stared at you, confused, subtly cocking his head to the side.

"Here, let me help you."

You approached him, placing the pizza he had given you on the top of the pile of boxes he was holding and reaching for another one further down. You showed him the tag attached to the side of the box.

“As much as I love pepperoni, I'm sure the owner of this pizza wouldn't be so happy if I stole it from him. I ordered a cheese pizza.”

His eyes widened so much that for a moment you thought they would pop out of his face. He let out a long whine, lips pouting cutely.

“I should quit this job. I'm a disaster."

"No, you’re doing good. Don't be so hard on yourself, these things happen." You gently shoved his free arm, trying to cheer him up.

"No. I'm the worst pizza delivery boy in the history of pizza delivery boys.” He threw his head back in a dramatic gesture.

“Now you're just being dramatic. Come on, you're not that bad. Look at the bright side! At least you didn't drop any pizza!” You watched as he withered, a glint of guilt in his eyes. “Oh my God, you dropped a pizza?”

He sighed, “Two, to be exact. My manager said he'd fire me if it happened again.”

"Shit!"

“But it wasn't my fault! Well, not entirely.” He hastened to say. “Someone didn't tie the boxes properly before handing them to me. The boxes decided to jump to their death, they committed suicide, I couldn't do anything!”

You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't hold back your laughter any longer. Even sulking, Jisung couldn't stop the butterflies from roaming freely in his stomach at the melodic sound of your laugh.

He didn't know what it was. Maybe it was the way your still wet hair fell graciously over your shoulders. Or the way your eyes gleamed in the sun. Perhaps it was the form you poorly tried to control your laughter to not embarrass him. Jisung couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but he found himself completely fascinated by you.

"I'm sorry." You said, breathless. "I shouldn't have laughed."

"It's okay. It's kinda funny." He shrugged and cracked a smile, not wanting you to feel guilty about something so silly. "So... hm... how's college?"

You groaned. "Terrible. I was seriously considering dropping everything.”

"What?" He yelled, surprised. “No, you can't do that! I mean, of course you can, but you're so smart and brilliant-”

"Why do you think that?" You interrupted him, confused.

“I don’t think that, I know that. You're the student council president! And, as if that wasn't enough, you're always offering help to students who are struggling with their studies, even being super busy with your own things. Actually, you helped a friend of mine, his name’s Jeongin. Man, he got so happy when he passed his economics test. And that was all thanks to you. So, yes, you're really cool.”

“Some people would call me boring or a snobby know-it-all.” You muttered, feeling embarrassed under his intense gaze. You weren't used to receiving compliments.

“Well, those people are a bunch of losers, in my humble opinion. Don't listen to them. You're amazing.”

"Thanks, Jisung. It means a lot to me." You smiled shyly, feeling the weight on your shoulders easing a little be.

He flashed you a warm smile. “Anytime! Well, guess I better get going before these pizzas get cold. I don't want th-"

At that moment, the world seemed to enter in slow motion mode right before your eyes. You watched as Jisung, without looking, took a step back and tripped over a hole in the sidewalk, causing him to lose his balance.

The stacked boxes swayed dangerously, but he quickly wrapped his other arm around them, keeping them from falling. However, the boxes at the top didn't get the same luck. They slid towards the floor, and Jisung, paralyzed by fear, just watched the scene unfold as a cruel kind of deja vu. He could already picture himself tomorrow morning, looking for another job to pay for his college tuition.

But, as a sort of capeless superhero, you held the boxes in your arms, saving them from their terrible future and, consequently, the job Jisung had fought so hard to get.

"You really need to be more careful." You muttered as you shook your head.

Relief surged through his chest. He wouldn't be fired. Like the Powerpuff girls, you had saved the day. He grinned so wide that his cheeks ached, but the happiness he felt was short-lived. It all came crashing down when he noticed that your cheese pizza was now lying on the floor, having fallen right into a puddle.

His heart sank into his stomach.

“Hey, are you okay?” You asked worriedly. His expression resembled an abandoned puppy.

"Your pizza..." He muttered so low that you almost didn't hear him.

Looking where his gaze was, you noticed for the first time that your pizza was thrown on the floor. It was still sealed, but it had fallen into a large puddle of water, remnants of the rain that had fallen earlier. You already could see the cardboard of the box falling apart.

"Oh, I must have dropped it while running to help you." You sadly said. "But it's okay, at least you won't get fired on your first day, right?"

Jisung shook his head. He couldn't understand how you could still smile after this. “But your pizza...”

“It's nothing. Forget it. Here, I'll help you. We don't want another accident.” Walking over to the bike, you carefully placed the pizzas back in the compartment, doing the same with the pizzas in Jisung's arms.

He watched it all silently, sadness floating in his eyes. Why did he have to be such an idiot? Why did he have to be so clumsy? How could he do that to you when you only show him kindness from the start? Those were the only things that crossed his mind.

"It's all my fault." He admitted, embarrassed. "I'm really sorry."

“Hey, relax. It's fine, I swear."

Amazingly, you weren't angry about what had happened. Of course you were sad because your hunger wouldn't be satisfied anytime soon, but you just couldn't get mad at Jisung, not when he was looking at you like that, with his doe eyes and fluffy cheeks.

You took the money from your pocket and handed it to him. “Here you go, you can keep the change.”

“W-what?” He almost screamed, making you startle a little. “No. I cannot accept this. I can't. Your pizza was ruined because of me, I-"

“Han, stop it. It was my fault, I had already received the pizza, and I was the one who threw it on the floor. Nothing fairer than paying for it.”

“No, you stop with your nonsense logic. It was my fault. I'll pay for your pizza and-"

Stubbornly, you took his hand in yours and gave him the money, forcing his fingers to close over the bills. You took the helmet off the bike's handle and put it gently on him, taking care to tie it securely.

Busy with your little task, you didn't notice how close you were to him, but Jisung certainly did. His body stiffened, breath catching in his throat. He just hoped you wouldn't hear the pounding of his heart or notice the slight shiver that ran down his spine every time your fingers brushed his skin.

"Okay. You're ready to go." You said satisfied, pushing him gently towards the bike.

"But I..."

“You talk too much. It was my fault, end of the story. Now go make your deliveries, Mr. Pizza.”

With a pang in his heart, he stood there while you picked the ruined pizza and walked towards your house. He tried to smile when you waved at him one last time before closing the door.

After the disastrous encounter with the cute delivery boy, you threw away your pizza with a heavy heart, lamenting the amount of wasted cheese. But you didn't regret even for a minute the choice you made. You might not have a juicy cheese pizza, but knowing that Jisung still had his job was enough for you.

Fortunately, you found a lost package of ramen in the back of the cupboard. It wouldn't be a 5 Star Michelin meal, but that would be more than enough to kill the monster begging for food in your belly.

A while later, you were lying on your couch watching a random movie when you felt your phone vibrate, announcing two new messages from Seungmin.

Seungmin: Hey, idiot

Seungmin: I didn't know that besides stealing discounts you were stealing hearts too

You stared at your phone screen for a couple of seconds, trying to understand what your idiot best friend was talking about.

You: Are you drunk? I have no idea what you're talking about 🤔

Seungmin: Don't play innocent, miss. I'm talking about Han Jisung

You: Nope. I still don't get it

Seungmin: God, give me patience 🤦

Seungmin: Han came back from deliveries looking like a fool in love, saying that he had found the sweetest girl in the world, his guardian angel, his hero, whatever 🙄. He even kissed Minho's cheek before leaving!!!

You: And he's still alive?

Seungmin: Surprisingly, yes

You: Okay, but what do I have to do with it?

Seungmin: Omg 🤦🤦🤦 I must have killed a king in my past life to deserve this

Seungmin: He was talking about you, dumbass! How can you be so oblivious?

You: You don't know that

Seungmin: Yes, I know, 'cause he scolded me for not introducing you to him earlier

Shocked and with cheeks burning hot, you put your phone down, burying your face in the pillows to muffle your screams.

You were so distracted acting like a teenager in love that you jumped on the couch when you heard the doorbell ring. You looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 11 pm. Who would it be at this hour?

Not being stupid, you went to the kitchen and grabbed the most powerful weapon you had at the moment: a frying pan. You knew you were far from looking scary like Jason with his axe or Pennywise with his balloons, but at least you did have a weapon.

"Who is it?" You asked suspiciously.

“Hm, it's me... Han Jisung. The clumsy delivery boy. I don't know if you remember me, but-"

“How could I forget the boy who made me drop my precious pizza to save his job?” You said in a teasing tone as you opened the door.

You had to stop for a second to take in the image in front of you. There was Jisung, no longer dressed in the Domino's uniform, now he wore a blue hoodie with tight pants that defined his thick thighs well. His black hair was styled back, granting you a good view of his handsome face. Even from a distance, his strong perfume made you feel a little dizzy.

Damn! How could he get even more handsome?

"That's me." He chuckled. "Sorry again about that."

"Relax. I'm just kidding.” You said shyly, feeling suddenly insecure for being in only your pajamas in front of him.

“Are you serious? I thought you had changed your mind and wanted to fry me alive, especially with that frying pan in your hands, Rapunzel.” He said playfully, making you giggle.

"I'll let you know if I change my mind."

You shared a knowing smile and stood there, outside your house in the middle of the night, lost in each other's eyes as the moon shone above you.

"What's this?" You ask, noticing the pizza box he was holding. “Are you still working? I thought the pizzeria had already closed.”

He grinned sheepishly. "It is. Actually, I-I bought this for you. You know, to apologize for earlier. It's cheese pizza! And before you say otherwise, yes, it was totally and completely my fault.”

“Jisung, you didn't need to do this.” You whispered in awe.

“Yes, I did. I also wanted to thank you for saving my ass from getting fired. You truly were my hero today.” He smiled fondly.

“Stop being so dramatic. Anyone would have done the same.” You accept the pizza, trying to disguise the blush on your cheeks.

“You're very kind to think like that, but not everyone is an angel like you.”

Okay, what was going on? Where was that shy, clumsy boy from earlier? Your poor heart couldn't handle this.

“W-well, thanks for the pizza.” You broke the silence, not being able to think of anything smarter to say. "You really didn't have to."

“No problem. I wanted to do this because, after today, I'm sure you stole a pizza my heart.”

You frowned. His words entered your ears, but your brain was having trouble processing them. You definitely weren't expecting this.

“Hm…” He swallowed hard, running his hands through his hair. In a not-so-discreet manner, he took a small piece of paper from his jeans pocket, where was written what appeared to be phrased in a hasty handwriting. “Are you a pizza box? Because I can't wait to get your top off. NO WAIT-"

You couldn't hold on any longer. You suddenly burst out laughing.

Jisung waved his hands desperately, a thousand apologies slipping out of his lips. “Sorry, I didn't mean that. I didn't realize how bad that would sound out loud. I'm not a creepy, I promise. I didn't mean to disrespect you or make you uncomfortable, that's the last thing I want."

"It's fine." You reassured him, trying to catch your breath, stomach hurting from laughing so hard. “But what's with the pizza pick-up lines?”

"That was ridiculous, wasn't it?" He whimpered, slapping his forehead. “Sorry, I didn't mean it... Well, I did mean it, but not at all like that. I just wanted to get to know you better, but I didn't know exactly how to do that. I asked Seungmin for help and-“

“That was a terrible idea.” You stated, smiling gently.

"Now I know that." He whined. "He said it would be cool if I used pick-ups that involved pizza, 'cause... you know, I deliver pizzas." He rolled his eyes.

“You know, you could have just asked me out.” You teased softly.

"Sorry for hurting your ears with those stupid lines." He looked down, embarrassed, avoiding your gaze at all costs.

"Okay, I forgive you, but only if you accept to share this pizza with me." Despite your bold words, your heart felt like it was about to burst. "I-I think this is a little too big for me."

You scanned his face, trying to decipher what was going through his head. Nevertheless, all your insecurity and uncertainty instantly disappeared as his lips parted in a wide smile.

"There's nothing in the world that I want more than this." He finally said, eyes brighter than all the stars in the sky. "You know, I think you're a pizza, because I have this huge crust on you."

“Jisung, please. Just shut up.”

"Yes, ma'am. You don't have to say it twice.” He smirked playfully, a teasing gleam in his eyes. "But you wanna hear a joke about pizza?"

"Han Jisung..."

"Nevermind, it’s too cheesy."

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