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twstbookclub · 1 year

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My Dearest, Trickster

Summary: One day, Rook started treating you differently. Maybe you didn’t see it before, but now? You have to face the consequences of your curiosity. POV: 2nd Person Pronouns: Gender Neutral Admin/Writer: Cressa 🦋 Tags: Romance, Oblivious MC, Rook Hunt is a Warning Himself, Poetry (because it's Rook), Minor ADeuce and Grim Shenanigans

Word count: 2,354

You're not sure when Rook began to treat you differently. It just happened one day, or at least you noticed that day.

"Oh, Rook!" You yelped at the sight of Rook hanging upside down from a tree branch. You saw the corners of his eyes crinkle at your surprise, though the smile never left his face.

"Please stop doing that. I swear, I'll get a heart attack if you keep this up."

"Ah, but mon cher, every expression you make always leaves me in awe of your beauty," he sighed dreamily, placing his hat over his heart. "Tout simplement merveilleux! I'm afraid I cannot stop myself even if I tried."

You felt the heat on your cheeks before you could process what he said. "Get down from there, or else I'll smack you."

"Your inability to accept compliments wounds me so." Rook shakes his head, nonetheless, complies to your request. "Yet, it is what makes you all the more charming."

Oh my god, I don't know if I can take any more of this.

You're no stranger to Rook's eccentricities, particularly his compliments. You knew he always told the truth. He's scarily observant. You knew this, because he pinpointed Leona's location every time you needed to find him for either Professor Trein or Crewel. Though this creeped you out, you decided to brush it off since Rook was harmless.

So far, at least. After all those overblots, you can't be too careful.

You exchanged a few more pleasantries with Rook before he bid you adieu. He strode towards the Mirror Chamber, while you made your way back to Ramshackle Dorm. Grim stayed with Ace and Deuce in the Mystery Shop to buy some tuna cans. You just hope he doesn't blow off your allowance just to satisfy his cravings. Your mind was so preoccupied with your meager budget, that it took you a while to remember what was missing from your conversation with Rook.

He didn't call you Trickster. He called you mon cher. Since when did it stop being my dearest Trickster?

Ever since that day, you kept a close eye on Rook. You still don't know what to think about all of the things you've noticed in the past few weeks.

"Mon cher, you're as beautiful as ever!" Rook called you when he spotted you in the cafeteria one day. The corners of his eyes always crinkled a bit more when he smiled at you. He approached you and jumped into conversation as if it was routine. Epel and Vil followed suit, but you couldn't acknowledge them with Rook taking all of your attention.

You missed the way Ace and Deuce exchanged glances. Ace rolled his eyes at Grim who paid no mind and devoured his grilled cheese sandwich. Epel stared at both of you with a horrified look while Vil shook his head with a faint, helpless sigh.

Rook's gestures seemed more animated when he talked to you. You caught him flailing his arms around more, and his fingers always seemed to ghost the sleeves of your uniform. He'd add in some more compliments, before he told stories of his time in the science club with Trey and the others.

"I implore you to witness the beauty of chemical reactions during club hours. Why, I could say the sparks and colorful smoke that fill the air can't compare to the vibrant glimmer of your eyes!"

He always found a reason to recite poems to you and kiss your knuckles, then he retreated like a sly fox awaiting his next prey. It didn't bother you before, but now that you've started to observe Rook more closely, it seems he always did that around you.

Specifically, he only did it to you.

"In the midst of winter's unforgiving isolation,

Longing for the warmth of the sun, your presence is my sole consolation.

Oh, to hold you in my arms is the sweetest bliss!

Very few men cannot wish for a greater reward than this.

Enamored in your embrace, melting into your touch is the greatest grace—akin to frost in the beginning of spring, yet it will sting.

You are my salvation in this frigid winter, for I am the unfortunate and irredeemable hunter.

One cannot compare to you, and none shall ever be.

Unattainable as you may be, I continue to long for your affection and beauty."

You honestly have no idea what Rook just said. His poem was so long that you didn't hear the rest of it while trying to wrestle Grim back beside you.

"Grim, stay put! You still have classes with me—Sorry, that's such a great poem, Rook! You're so good at poetry—GRIM, I SWEAR TO THE SEVEN, I'LL—!"

"Myah! I will, I will! So stop choking me with my bow!"

Rook simply thanked you with that same smile of his and the crinkles in the corners of his eyes.

Days after that, you sat at your usual table with your usual company: Ace, Deuce, and Grim. You've seen and noticed every little thing Rook did around you, but you just couldn't understand it all. You thought it was just, well, Rook being Rook.

Rook, the eccentric. Rook, who stalks NRC students in his free time. Rook, who somehow has an eye for exact measurements, habits, and tics. Rook, who shamelessly compliments everything and everyone in his pursuit of beauty, even in the middle of a dire situation. Rook, who is blunt and tactless to the extent of being offensive. Rook, who sought your company whenever he could. You thought he was just being nice in his own way. Now, you're not so sure anymore.

So, despite all of your doubts on Rook and the brain cells your friends share, you finally told them about what's been going on for the past few weeks.

Ace raised an eyebrow, "I know you're smarter than this, Prefect, but wow. I'm surprised you didn't see it."

"See what?" You asked, frustrated and a bit hysterical. You literally poured out your heart and soul to your lovably dumb friends just this once, and you get sass in return?

"Rook likes you," Deuce stated matter-of-factly. "It's pretty obvious. He's been flirting with you for a long time now. You didn't know?"

"If I did, I wouldn't have been asking," you groaned. “Romantically?”

“Romantically,” Ace and Deuce synchronized, which made them look at each other in disgust. The two Heartslabyul students began to bicker while Grim, still enjoying his lunch, egged them on for entertainment.

On the other hand, you’re not doing so hot. You buried your face in your hands, cold from the revelation. The cold was a stark contrast to the heat spreading from your cheeks to your ears. Rook liked you? He likes you?

No one liked you romantically before. You have no idea how anyone would act around the people they like. Then again, you focused so much on your interests that you developed tunnel vision. There’s also the fact that you were dropped into a different universe with no identification, money, or anything else other than the clothes on your back and the NRC ceremonial robe. Also, you had to deal with boys whose internalized trauma caused them to overblot. Dealing with all of that almost cost you your life. Of course, you wouldn’t even think of Rook looking at you with rose-tinted glasses when you had other things to worry about.

This conversation made you scramble for any memories of someone showing interest in you, and you blatantly ignored them because you were just that clueless. You don’t even know what to do with Rook’s feelings when you, yourself, don’t know how you feel about him.

Do you like him, or is it because you found out that he likes you that you’re wondering if you like him back? Have you always had feelings for him, or are you just considering him as a romantic partner now? How come you didn’t see it until someone had to spell it out for you?

"Hey! Paws off the tail, Ace!"

The moment Ace grabbed Grim’s tail with a sneer, you forgot about your confusing feelings for Rook to defuse the homicide that was about to happen in front of you.

The next day, you should’ve known better than to walk on the same path towards the main building. You didn’t want to face Rook’s feelings for you, yet. You didn’t want to know how you felt for the huntsman. You weren’t ready for any of this. You’re still trying to figure out how to deal with the possible overblot coming your way, and romance isn’t something you should think about.

So, why are you walking right into Rook’s trap?

“You’re as radiant as ever, mon cher.” You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Rook’s green irises. His smile, no different from the one he always gave you, didn’t reach his ears. You could see the freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks, which meant that he rushed here without putting his usual makeup on. His hand rested over his heart, but his hat never left its perch on his head. There was a certain quiet in his demeanor that bothered you. You don’t think you ever saw Rook like this before.

Knowing him, you guessed that Rook witnessed the moment Ace and Deuce told you about his feelings. The third year Pomefiore student always stalked the people he found interesting. You’re one of them, considering that he likes you to an extent. The world won’t even let you breathe and sit on your thoughts for just one day. What star were you born under to be this unlucky?

You gnawed on your bottom lip as you fidgeted in place. Rook’s eyes darted to the gesture, but with how narrowed his eyes were from his smile, you couldn’t tell if it actually happened. You might be hallucinating from the stress of it all. Who knows? Not even eight in the morning, and you’re already a mess.

“Good morning, Rook.” Your pathetic attempt at a greeting was met with another silent smile from the blond. The wind seemed colder to the touch, and the rustle of the trees echoed in your ears. The dirt under your feet looked more interesting right now, due to how awkward the situation was. Rook stayed still as if he wasn’t trying to scare any prey away, which meant you. He knew. You knew. So… what’s going to happen now?

“I won't deny that I harbor romantic feelings for you, Prefect.”

Your head shot up so fast, that anyone would think that you might have whiplash. Rook stood taller with a hand tipping his wide-brimmed hat to hide his eyes. If you’re not mistaken, his smile softened a little. You couldn’t even process anything more because the eccentric hunter continued talking to you.

“I have always been intrigued by the magicless individual who caught the attention of the entire student body. I watched you as closely as I could. I studied every habit and tic you possess. I know your routine by heart, which is no different from everyone else I've observed thus far. I didn't intend to fall in love with you as the days came to pass, but alas, I did.”

Rook paused, tilting his head to look at you. Under the brim of his hat, his lovelorn gaze pierced your heart. He knew. One look at you, and Rook knew you were conflicted. He could tell how you feel, but it’s so frustrating when you don’t know it yourself. Somehow, Rook’s dejection felt like a knife digging further into your heart.

“Your determination—the passionate fire in your eyes under dire circumstances—enchanted me. Your recklessness left me breathless, and my heart yearned for you more and more. You are as brave as you are beautiful, like a rose blooming in spring.

As I spent many days and nights admiring you from afar, I realized that you would never be able to return my affections. Mon cher, I cannot burden you further with this unrequited love of mine. I'm aware of your recent endeavors, and I offer you my assistance should you wish for it. If I can't stay beside you as a lover, then I desire to remain with you as a friend.”

A heavy weight settled in your stomach. The confession silenced your thoughts and seized your heart in a grip that threatened to puncture the poor thing. It was intense, passionate, and shamelessly honest. Yet, quiet and abrupt. Rook didn't want to scare you.

Mouth dry and throat sore, you didn’t know what possessed you to clutch Rook’s arm. You barely registered the shock on his face when you finally found the words to respond to his admission.

"You can't just tell me all of that, and expect me to keep quiet," your voice cracked at the end. The ache in your throat and the sting behind your eyes intensified as you continued, "When? When did you stop seeing me as the Trickster? When did you start calling me your dear? Rook, please."

Rook stared at you for what seemed like an eternity. He placed a hand over yours and said, "I don't know myself. What I can tell you is that my heart has never stopped beating for you since."

Your knees wobbled, and you felt like collapsing right where you stood. It's too much. Everything was too much. Rook was too much. Somehow, you wanted more of him, even if it left you gasping and begging for air.

"Maybe…" You sharply inhaled, trying not to choke on the weight of your feelings. "Maybe I could learn to love you."

The hands that brought you to Rook's chest, the warmth of his body against yours, and the tender touch of his forehead on your own were foreign, but you have never felt this safe since your arrival to Twisted Wonderland.

As his laugh and tears mingled with your warbled giggle, you decided that you can find sanctuary with Rook. Maybe, just maybe, you could love him after all.

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crimson-calligraphyx · 9 months

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A/N: sexual content.

DECEMBER 1ST

The first show of the tour starts tonight, and I was already exhausted just from the bus ride alone. We left at the ass crack of dawn yesterday, which was the day after Thanksgiving, and I was barely able to sleep from not only the motion of the bus, but how late the guys stayed up doing God only knows what. They were loud as all Hell, and I was beginning to think I made a mistake joining them for a couple days.

On top of all that, I was constantly checking my phone for updates from Juliana, as if the place would burn down suddenly overnight. This was the first time leaving the bakery in the hands of someone else, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about it. I had to keep reminding myself that Jules had been there since the first day I opened the shop; she knew the ins and outs of the place, so deep down I knew that she would be fine.

But I still had that nagging feeling that something would go wrong.

We arrived in Dallas a little after 8 in the morning, and Noah had to practically drag me out of the bus to grab breakfast with him and the guys. As much as I loved breakfast, I still found myself slumped against his shoulder while we sat and waited for our food to be served, fighting to keep my eyes open.

I flinched and jerked my head back when something hit me in the forehead, my eyes now wide open. "What's up with you, Liv?" I hear Folio ask, noting the straw wrapper that was now sitting in my lap. I huffed in aggravation, glaring at him before flipping him off. He had a plastic straw dangling from the smirk growing on his lips, which made me roll my eyes. "Fuck off, you know damn well y'all kept me up with your shenanigans last night." He snickered, "Welcome to the tour life." I inhaled deeply and sat up straight, my lips puckered in anger, "I swear to God, Nick—" "Folio," Noah scolds him, enticing a quick 'sorry' from him.

"I'm not in the mood for this," I grumbled, starting to scoot out of the booth to distance myself, only to be stopped by Noah placing his hand on my thigh. "Easy," he says quietly, sliding his hand to my inner thigh and giving me a squeeze. "C'mere." I huffed and returned to my original position with my head on his shoulder. "I know you're tired, and I'm sorry we kept you up, love. I'll get a hotel room after breakfast so you can get some rest before the show, how's that sound?" he asks me in a hushed tone. "No, you don't need to spend the money. I'll just burrow myself into the bunk," I mumbled, closing my eyes again. "You sure?" he questions, his hand inching further up my thigh. "We can be alone after the show, no one to bother us," he counters, his voice low and gravelly, sending a chill down my spine.

My body begins to respond to his touch, heat simmering low in my stomach when his fingers brush against the center inseam of my jeans. I snatched his wrist to keep him from continuing any further, and he chuckles, clearly amused by my reaction. The nerve of him to do this right in front of the guys, at a family diner of all places, and while knowing that I'll be thinking about it all fucking day. "Fine," I agreed, just as our food made it out to the table. He presses a kiss to my head and releases his hold on my leg, leisurely dragging his fingers across my thigh before bringing his hands to the table to dig into his food.

This was going to be a long week.

Noah kept true to his words after breakfast and did book a hotel room not too far from the venue, even though I still felt it was unnecessary. By that point I was too tired to even argue about it; all I wanted was sleep, especially before the show. I can't remember the last time I've been to a concert, and I just knew I'd be wiped out afterwards.

Much to my surprise, I did feel refreshed when I woke up from my nap. I skipped the shower knowing I'd just be a sweaty mess later in the night and took the time to do my makeup since I never really wear anything other than mascara. I did a quick smokey-eye and paired it with a deep red lip color.

I was a little hesitant pulling out the outfit I had planned for the evening, though. I was stepping completely out of my comfort zone with what I chose, but something was compelling me to give Noah that 'wow’ factor—something new and possibly exciting. It wasn't anything scandalous, but it was different from my normal jeans-and-a-T-shirt everyday attire.

I stepped into a pair of fishnets, followed by a black high-rise skirt that stopped about mid-thigh. When I dug out the shirt and held it in front of me, I cringed from the pang of guilt I had from cutting the collar into a V since it was one of Noah's band tees, but with a shrug I threw it on—I’m sure he’d forgive me. I tied it just above the skirt, exposing a sliver of my midsection, then slipped on a pair of Vans and checked myself out in the mirror. I almost didn’t recognize my own reflection, but the outfit did look good. I chuckled to myself, just imagining his reaction, and made my way towards the venue.

I texted him to let him know I was on my way over, to which he responded by telling me to meet him at the bus. I wish I had a camera for the look on his face when he saw me; he did a double take, not registering that it was me standing by the bus at first. We locked eyes as he closed the distance between us, and I could see them glimmering with desire as he curled his fingers in the belt loops on my skirt, tugging me towards him.

"What on earth are you wearing?" he asks with a devious smirk playing on his lips, his voice low. I let out a quick breath when our bodies collided. "Clothes," I replied sarcastically, snaking my hands around his neck and locking my fingers together. "Smartass," he chuckles. "Is that my shirt?" I glanced down at the shirt briefly, noting how much cleavage I was actually revealing before bringing my gaze back up to him. "Mine now," I claimed with a wink.

His brows rise in bewilderment, only for his face to fall into an impish grin, his eyes darkening as he leers at me. One hand releases its grasp on my belt loop, reaching up to take hold of my chin—light enough to where I knew he was still being playful, but firm enough where I knew he was taking charge. He tilts my head further towards him as he looms over me, fire raging in his eyes. "Is that so?" My mouth goes dry by the way he looks at me, paired with the feeling of his erection growing against my stomach. The heat from earlier this morning returns and pools low within me, simply from the fact of how turned on he was.

I knew I had to stop before we took things too far and got charged with public indecency.

And yet, I couldn't stop myself from continuing. I laced my fingers into his hair and gave him a little tug, letting out a throaty laugh, "What are you gonna do about it?" He groans quietly and starts to walk me backwards until I feel the chill of steel flush against my back. "Oh, I'll show you what I'm gonna do about it," he mutters, his breath dancing across my face. I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and pulled it into my mouth, biting down as his fingers tightened slightly on my jaw, eagerly waiting for him to make his move.

He ruts his hips into me, and I couldn’t help the sharp breath that I took, his actions taking me by surprise. He keeps his lips a mere centimeter away from mine that were still parted from my gasp—his breath was warm as it crawled into my mouth with each exhale, tempting me. All I wanted was to taste him, even just a little bit, and he knew it. He knew how much this drove me nuts, not being able to get what I wanted, unable to move my face towards him from the hold he had on my jaw.

I can see the amusement in his eyes, twinkling mischievously as he lets out a short hum, “Later." He then chuckles sardonically and gives me a chaste kiss before letting go of my face and backing away. “Gotta head back to the green room for a bit.” “You fucker,” I scoffed, pushing myself off the side of the bus. He shoots me a lopsided grin, extending his hand for me to take. “It’s what you get for ruining my shirt.”

I wanted to retort with a sly comment about him causing me to ruin my panties but thought better of it. Instead, I sighed and combed a hand through the front of my hair before taking his hand in mine. “Yeah, yeah. I guess that’s fair,” I mumbled as he guided me through the back entrance of the venue.

He weaved us through the halls, eventually bringing us in to what I assumed was the green room. I took a gander around the area, noting that there was a mirror that ran against the whole length of the far wall, a countertop settled in front of it with miscellaneous items scattered about. There were two leather couches on either side of the room, pressed up against the chestnut-colored walls where Jolly sat with his feet up on the coffee table, beer in one hand and his phone in the other. Folio sat beside him, drumming against the practice pad in his lap. Nick Ruffilo and Bryan were off to the side, next to a table that held various snacks and beverages, deep in conversation about God only knows what.

“So, this is the green room. Make yourself comfortable, we've got a little while til we go on," Noah says once he shuts the door, urging me forward with a hand at the small of my back. “This is the green room?” I questioned, looking up at him with a straight face. “It’s not even green.” I tried to stifle my laugh the best that I could while Noah blinked at me several times, dumbfounded, probably trying to gauge whether I was joking or not.

“‘It’s not even green’ she said,” Nick repeats with a laugh. I looked over at him; he was shaking his head at me while Bryan did the same, chuckling. I snorted and glanced back at Noah, "They can't even see in color and knew that I was joking. I wish you could've seen the look on your face." "Shut it," he rolls his eyes with smirk, pushing me playfully by the shoulder.

I snickered and made my way over to the table where Nick and Bryan were, giving them a hug each before grabbing a bottled water and a bag of chips. I made myself comfortable on the vacant couch with Noah following suit; I crossed my legs and leaned into him, digging into my snack as he draped an arm over my shoulders.

There’s a low whistle, and I look up from my bag of chips to see that Jolly no longer had his face buried into his phone but was instead looking at me. “Looking good, Oliv,” he compliments, his accent heavy on the nickname he recently started using for me. “Something different, but it’s nice.” “Holy shit.” The rhythm Folio had going on the practice pad falters, one drumstick clattering to the floor as he stares at me in awe. “Yeah, Liv. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you show that much skin before, you look h—ow!” He starts to comment, only to have Jolly jab him in the side with his elbow, shutting him up.

I feel Noah’s body tense, his arm tightening around my shoulders. “Pick your mouth up off the floor, Nick, or I’ll pick it up for you,” he grumbles, his hand closing into a fist as it rested on my shoulder. My eyes widen in shock from his words, and I glance up at him, seeing an unusual scowl strewn across his face. His darkened eyes were zeroed in on Folio and his jaw was ticking with anger. I sat up straight and uncrossed and recrossed my legs anxiously, the tension in the room heavy.

I’ve never seen him act this way towards the guys—was Noah jealous?

I turned towards him and rested a hand on his chest, hoping to ease him. “Noah, stop,” I said quiet enough so only he could hear. “They’re just being friendly.” He huffs through his nose while abruptly standing, leaving me to catch myself from falling flat against the couch cushions. He stalks out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The whole room froze.

“Was it something I said?” Folio asks timidly. I turned my attention to him, shaking my head at him in disbelief. “Clearly, you fucking moron,” I grumbled, standing up to trail after Noah. I had to jog to catch up to him, with him nearly disappearing into the shadows of the hallway.

“Hey,” I greet him gently, putting a hand on his arm to stop him from going any further. “The guys didn’t mean anything by what they said, Noah, you know that—” “How do you know that?” He snaps, spinning towards me. “Folio was practically drooling over you!” His brows were cinched together, his breathing heavy with anger radiating from him. Normally this type of behavior from him would make me apprehensive, but I was beginning to find this quite amusing. “Noah Sebastian,” I say, folding my arms over my chest as a smirk spread across my face. “Are you jealous?”

His face softens briefly, the scowl melting away as my question sunk in. He shakes his head with bewilderment, pulling his brows together again. “No, absolutely not. I just don’t want them making comments like that,” he says with conviction, but I caught the pink tinge spreading on his cheeks. “Mmm, sure you’re not,” I teased, stepping closer so I could lace my hands behind his neck. “It’s okay, I kinda like it,” I whispered sardonically with a wink. He plants his hands on my hips, “I’m not jealous,” he reiterates, giving me a firm squeeze. “They just need to know what’s mine is mine.”

I see this fierceness, this animosity flash in his eyes, and I knew I was starting to get under his skin, but I couldn’t stop myself from taunting him. Something about his demeanor was enthralling, causing this excitement to course through me. There was an eagerness of wanting to see what he would do next—I had to keep going, I had to see how far I could take this.

“Oh?” I raise a brow at him, “And what exactly is yours?” A low growl sounds from him as he backs me up against the wall, a huff escaping me as he pressed me to it. “You. You’re mine, Olivia.” He takes hold of my chin, bringing my face towards his while he locks eyes with me, “And I’ll make sure you don’t forget it.” The poise in his actions left me breathless, arousal simmering deep in my stomach. I squeeze my thighs together, feeling myself begin to throb just imagining how he intended to ‘make sure I don’t forget it’. I take a staggering breath in, “How?”

He pulls the corner of his mouth into a devious smirk, a low chuckle escaping him. He lets go of my chin and takes my hands from around his neck, pinning them above my head with one hand while the other skims down my navel. Excitement flutters in my belly when he drags his fingers leisurely down to my thigh, gliding to where my legs met, still tightly pressed together. “Spread them,” he growls.

I do as he says, swallowing harshly. My skirt bunched up as he brought his hand further up my thighs, grazing his fingertips by the hem of my panties, teasing me. I was panting with anticipation, impatiently waiting for him to soothe the throbbing ache I had for him.

He runs his fingers over the front of me, and his eyes flicker with satisfaction. I know he feels how damp my thong is, I know he feels the warmth of my core. He snakes his fingers through the fishnets and pulls the fabric to the side, dipping his fingers into my wetness. My back instinctively arches with the expectancy of him touching me.

“Oh fuck, Liv,” he groans and retracts his hand, holding it up to show me the slick webbing between his fingers. “Did I do this to you?” I nodded, biting my lip to hinder the whimper forming in my throat from escaping. “Then my work here is done,” he says matter-of-factly, releasing his hold on my arms and taking a step back. “What? Noah,” I whined from his denial. “You can’t just do this to me for the second time tonight.” “Second?” His face perks up in feigned surprise. “You mean this happened at the bus, too?” He smirked, then laughed when all I did was glower at him. “What? Not adequate enough?” “You’re such an asshole,” I grumbled, tugging my skirt back into place before brushing past him to retreat to the green room.

He snatches my wrist, pulling me flush against his body and grinds his hips into me—I can feel his erection pressing into my backside. “So, you want me to show you that you’re mine?” His voice was low in my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine as it brushed against my neck. “Yes,” I breathed and leaned into him, my eyes falling shut. “I want you to show me that I’m yours, and you are mine.” He lets out a quick ‘hm’, and I feel his cock twitch from my words. “I can do that,” he chuckles. “Down the hall, take a left. Go,” he gives me a slap on the ass, jolting me. I waste no time at all and do as he says, which leads us to the showers.

As soon as we crossed the entryway, Noah had his hands on my face and immediately crushes his lips to mine, backing me into one of the shower stalls. He pressed me against the tiles, and I let out a gasp from the chill of them; he takes advantage of my opened mouth and slips his tongue in, tasting me, devouring me. I drink him in as he groans into my mouth when my hands find their way into his hair, tugging lightly.

I feel the hunger he has for me from the quiet grunts emanating from him as he savors me, his hands ravaging me, tracing each curve of my body. He palms my thigh aggressively, placing my leg over his hip and hikes my skirt up, grinding himself into me. I let out a mewl from the small amount of pressure against me, which was nothing more than a tease with the clothes between us.

He sneaks a hand between us, rubbing against my panties the best that he could, obstructed by the fishnets. "You need to get rid of these," he mumbles against my lips, seemingly annoyed. I let out a dry laugh, "Kinda hard when you're taking control of the situation." "Fine, then I'll do it," he growls, and I gasped when I heard a tear—he ripped a hole in the fishnets. "Noah, these were new," I whined, only to have a moan slip past my lips when I felt his fingers push my thong to the side, rubbing against my clit. "Fuck," I breathed out, my back arching to further press myself against his hand. "I'll buy you new ones later," he tells me, moving his mouth to my neck. He bites down, slipping his fingers inside of me.

"Have you been like this the whole time? A needy mess?" he mumbles against my neck, trailing his lips to my ear while his fingers start to pump in and out of me. His breathing was heavy in my ear, sending another wave of heat to my core. "Yes," I whispered, starting to roll my hips in time with his fingers. "I'm sorry, love. Let me take care of you," he chuckles lowly when I whimpered from him removing his fingers. I clench around nothing, whining from the emptiness, needing him to fill me again.

He straightens up, a smug grin plastered on his face. He takes hold of my chin and locks eyes with me, fire burning in his dark irises, and his other hand worked on unclasping his belt. I heard his pants fall, the clink of his belt buckle hitting the floor echoing off the tiled walls around us. It was painfully loud, the area silent as I waited for him to do something. Anything.

He grips my thigh again, bringing my leg up further, and promptly plants his hand to the wall with my leg hooked around his arm. He lets go of my chin to take hold of his cock, and he runs himself through my folds agonizingly slow. I squirmed against him, and he chuckles quietly while he continues to tease me. "You want it, don't you?" "What do you think?" I retort, my patience growing thin. "I think you need to tell me that you're mine." I huffed, "So help me God, Noah—" The look he gives me was that of a warning, and it shuts me right up. He gives me a wicked grin, and I take a deep breath in from the sight. "I'm yours."

The second those words left my mouth, he hooked my other leg on his arm and pushes into me with a growl. "Fuck," I let out a sigh and my head falls back against the tiles, the feeling of him stretching me out consuming me. He pulls out and slowly re-enters me, groaning as his lips find their way on my neck again, grazing his teeth against my flushed skin. I hissed when he nips me, and I feel his lips pull into a smirk before trailing up towards my jaw. He peppers me with kisses, eventually reaching my mouth, and takes my bottom lip between his teeth—I groan when he bites down, pulling it into his mouth to suck on.

He started to pound into me with such animosity, and all I could do was claw my hands into his back and take it with the way he was holding me up. But I didn’t care; feeling him continuously bottom out inside of me and hearing his subtle grunts with each thrust was bringing me to a whole new world. I wanted nothing more than this, nothing other than him at this very moment.

I was buzzing; a fire had started in the pit of my stomach and was spreading through my body, and the only way of putting it out was by drinking all of him in. I pulled his face towards me, bringing my lips to his in a heated kiss, forcing my tongue inside of his mouth. He let out a throaty laugh, the heat of his breath filling my mouth while our tongues roamed and savored one another. It was sloppy, but I didn’t care. He tasted so good, he felt so good.

He let go of one of my legs, faltering for a moment as I unexpectedly slipped down the wall some. He picks it right back up, but this time settles my leg around his side. I took the hint and cling on, digging my heel into his back to keep myself up while he went back to the rhythm he had going. “Fuck, Noah,” I moaned, my voice echoing loudly in the empty room. There was a slight difference in angle, his cock hitting me just the right way, and I couldn’t stop myself from arching my back and digging my nails further into his shirt.

“Don’t stop, just like tha—” My sentence was cut short from the gasp he elicited from me, his fingers now rubbing against my clit. “Like this?” He ruts into me aggressively, his fingers still gliding over my swollen bud. All I could do was nod, focusing solely on the feeling of him all over me, pushing me further and further towards the edge with each stroke. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you?” he asked, moving so his mouth was by my ear. “Go on, come. So long as you know that you’re mine.” “Y-yes,” I breathed, feeling my muscles start to tighten. “Good,” he growls, taking hold of my earlobe between his teeth.

I was a whimpering mess in his grasp as he continued to fuck me into the tiled walls, his fingers relentless against my clit that was beginning to throb painfully. I couldn’t hold on for much longer, quickly letting go in his grasp. “Fuuuck,” I bellowed, and my body writhes against him, my walls clenching around his length when my orgasm rips through me.

He doesn’t stop, even when I cried out to him or when I put my hands to his chest to try and push him away. He kept grinding his hips into me with fervor, until he plants his mouth to mine and moans against me, panting heavily as he released inside of me. His movements begin to slow, giving me tender kisses in between breaths as he leisurely rides out his climax, feeling him pulse inside me.

He gently lowers me back to my feet, but I begin to slide down against the wall, my legs weak as they still trembled. He goes down with me, leaning against the adjacent wall and pulls me against him. I slumped against him, lazily wrapping my arms around his torso and rested my head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he tries to steady his breathing and calm his erratic heart. I closed my eyes, my body relaxing into him further when he starts to rub my back—if we weren’t in a shower, at a venue of all places, I could’ve fallen asleep right then and there.

“We should probably get back to the green room soon, huh?” he asks after a few minutes of us calming down. I shrugged against him. “Maybe. You think they’ll notice?” I questioned, looking up at him. “Notice what? That we fucked?” I nod and he gives a fatigued chuckle, “Nah. We’ll just give it some more time.”

Between our tousled hair, my ripped fishnets, and the lipstick smudged between us, they most certainly did notice.

|Chapter 9|

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levicorpus94 · 1 year

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Longing

A/N: Hello, this is my first time posting fanfic. Most of my fanfic end up in my drafts. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Some angst ig

Sebastian x f!reader

Note: F!reader will be called “she/her”, I don’t particularly enjoy using “M.C” or “Y/N”

Part 2

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It had been five years since she had graduated from Hogwarts. She was now running a small flower and herb shop near Ottery St. Catchpole. Her shop included flowers, magical plants and also vegetation plants. Her shop was attached to her home. She had a small farm with a greenhouse just behind her house where she grew the plants that she sold in her shop.

She also had a few cows and other non magical animals. She lived a self-sufficient life and she was happy but sometimes, she would feel a little alone. She was thankful for her plants and animals but she also missed her friends.

She would sometimes have Poppy and Imelda visiting her every month or so.

She also kept in touch with Ominis though she hadn't heard from him for over a year. She unexpectedly kept the most in touch with Garreth who lived not too far from her little farm.

But mostly, she yearned to hear from Sebastian who had disappeared into the void after their final days in Hogwarts. She felt a pang of anger whenever she thought of him. Sebastian, the boy she was desperately in love with.

The boy who confessed to her of his undying love. The boy, who promised to be by her side forever. But here she was living by herself. She sometimes smiled when she thought of him, their shenanigans, their late night misadventures, even of the boring classes they sat in.

Everything about him seemed so surreal, he now seemed like a faraway dream. She missed him dearly but she wanted answers from him about his empty promises. Why did he stop? Stop talking to her? Stop writing to her? Stop being her friend?

Sometimes, when her heart ached enough for him, she would lightly shed a tear looking through the things they shared and exchanged with each other when they were younger and optimistic.

A piece of parchment which Sebastian passed her during transfiguration asking her to accompany him to the three broomsticks. A small sneakoscope that he gave her that no longer worked. His old advanced book of potions that they shared with number of scribbles all over.

A red rose now completely dry he gave her the first time they spent valentines day together in their 5th year. Her broken spectacles that he accidentally sat on when they were in their 6th year. A silver opal shaped pendant with a necklace with an emerald stone he gave her for last birthday.

She would sift through these mementos among many other letters, scraps and parchments, Sebastian and her shared. Sometimes, she would smile and reminisce fondly of the best days of her life alongside the best people she met and sometimes, she would break down crying into the early hours of the morning.

Her heart longed for him, sometimes she would try to forget about him but would fail miserably. How could she forget those mischievous but loving eyes, his crooked yet smug smile, and his hair, his messy and soft hair.

She missed holding onto his hair as he would bury himself in her neck or elsewhere. Those thoughts would make her smile and a blush would more often than not creep up on her cheeks.

One fine evening, she was tending her greenhouse, when she heard the bell of her shop ring. It was a slow day and it was almost closing time, she slowly walked back to her shop. There was a pretty young woman looking at some of the pansies.

"Hello, may I help you?" She asked the customer.

"Oh hello, I was just admiring your flowers here. They're beautiful." She said cheerfully. A smile crept up her face.

"Thank you." She smiled.

"I was wondering if you have any dittany seeds?" She asked.

"Oh yes. I keep seeds in the back. I'll just get them for you. How many shall I get you?" She asked as she headed to the back.

"Oh, just 2 packets." She heard her.

"Sebastian, come take a look at these beauties." She heard the customer say. Her heart skipped a beat. But Sebastian was a common name, it must be someone else. She found the seeds and went back to the front to hand them to her.

She was now standing with a man, tall, messy brown hair, his hands in his pockets. She only saw the side of him and she knew it was him. She felt a lump in her throat.

She coughed to announce that she had returned.

"Can we take these pot of pansies too?" She said and the both turned around.

It was Sebastian. Sebastian Sallow, in the flesh. Her eyes couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was him.

"Ofcourse!" She said in a falsely cheery voice trying not to get a glance of Sebastian. "That'll be 15 sickles and 10 knuts." She mumbled looking down at her feet.

"Hi, there!" Sebastian said all of a sudden. It was him in the flesh, he sounded the same as he did in school. His voice, his damned voice, that oozed confidence with a touch of smugness. Damn, she loved to hear his voice.

She ignored him still looking at her feet. She felt she would cry if she even looked at him.

"Oh do you know each other?" The girl asked looking at Sebastian.

"Yes, we went to Hogwarts together." He said calmly.

Went to Hogwarts together. His words stung her, she couldn't believe her ears. She couldn't believe he thought so little of her, a new pang of emotion struck her, the one of anger and confidence.

"Oh yeah! Sallow right? Sebastian Sallow." She said smiling, plastering a fake one quickly.

"She was a pretty good duellist back in the day." He smirked. She knew that smirk, it was the old him, his mischievous yet smug smile, the one that challenged her, the one that riled her up.

"Hah! Still am." She retorted back. The girl beside him looked up at Sebastian and back at her and smiled ear to ear.

"It was good meeting you. Always a pleasure to meet one of Sebastian's friends. We're going to be late Sebastian." She said tugging his arm as she led him out of the shop.

As soon as she heard them dissapparate, she felt tears roll down her cheeks. She stood by the counter as tear fell down on to the counter. She quickly wiped off her tears and proceeded to close her shop for the day.

She went back to her cows and tried to continue with the remainder of her day.

It was late at night and Garreth had come over for dinner. He seemed to be the only friend she had at the moment. She was thankful for his company, the few giggles and laughs they shared, she cherished.

"I am finally getting my potions book published!" He said joyfully.

"Merlin's beard Garreth! That is wonderful." She said pulling him into a hug.

"I cannot believe it." She said pulling away smiling at him.

"To be honest, me neither." He said sheepishly. Garreth had grown quite a bit after Hogwarts and he had kept his long curly hair, that helped him get the ladies, he said.

"To think of our Garreth, the Garreth who blew up every cauldron he touched." She laughed.

"You must blow up a few cauldrons, to finally blow people's minds." He said smugly.

"Not literally... I hope." She laughed.

"Yeah yeah." He played off her words.

"Oh, I'm going to be touring with my book release." He announced.

She felt her heart skip a beat when she heard him tell her of his latest announcement. Her frown unknowingly must've crept up to her face.

"I'll write to you every week." He said quickly grabbing her shoulders looking into her eyes before she could plaster a smile on her face.

"You can write to me whenever you have time Garreth." She assured him smiling back.

"I'm just so happy for you. I cannot wait to see you on the daily prophet." She said smiling.

"I promise I'll keep in touch. I know you miss me." He smirked.

"You wish Weasley." She smiled poking him playfully.

"I've got to get going. I'm leaving early in the morning." He continued.

"You're going tomorrow?" She asked surprised. He nodded.

"Well. Keep in touch Weasley." She said giving him another hug. She almost didn't want to let him go. And maybe he felt it too as he held her as tight as he could.

As they pulled away, a tear had crept out of her eye. He wiped it away with his thumb, but his hand rested on her cheek. The two looked at each other and he leaned ever so slightly forward and she did the same.

There was a loud knock on the door. This startled them.

"Who could that be?" She said looking at the time, it was almost midnight.

"Wait." Garreth told her and went to open the door.

It was "Sallow?" Garreth announced in utter shock.

"What are you doing here?" Garreth asked him.

"I might ask you the same thing Weasley." Sebastian replied, his voice was cold and indifferent when seeing Garreth even after so many years.

"I was just saying goodbye to my dear friend here. I'm leaving tomorrow for my book tour." He said with the same indifference.

"Safe travels Garreth." She said as she went to hug him again. He smiled and kissed the top of her head before he left.

"What's he doing here?" Sebastian asked.

"What are YOU doing here?" She asked back.

"I wanted to see you." He replied.

"Why?" She asked turning away from him.

"Why? Because I wanted to see you!" He said his voice a little louder.

"It's late Sallow. You can visit the shop when it's open but the shop is closed tomorrow. So you may return when it's open." She said turning away from him.

He stood there silent. "I came to visit you not the shop." He began.

"Well, it's much too late for a social visit. If it wasn't for Garreth, I would've been asleep already." She said walking away. Sebastian didn't move from where he was standing. She could feel his gaze following her around the room.

"Can we talk?" He practically begs.

"Depends. What about?" She asks, her back still facing him.

"About us." He begins.

"Get out." She says slamming her fist on the table next to her.

"I'm not doing this Sallow. You leave right this moment." She says as she walks to open the door.

"Since when have you started calling me Sallow?" He asked still not moving from his place.

"You need to go right now." She yanks his arm and directs him outside and immediately slams the door on his face. She slumps down on the floor her back leaning against the wall as tears automatically fall from her cheeks to the floor.

Her heart hurts, she feels like she can't breathe, there is a lump in her throat making it hard for her to swallow. She covers her face with her hands as she sobs into her hands.

"I hate you." She whimpers. Little did she know that Sebastian was still on the other side of the door. He had slumped down to the floor as well. He could hear her crying. He heard her saying she hated him but perhaps not as much as he hated himself. He supported his head with both his hand as his head leaned against the door.

He knew she might never forgive him. He knew that everything he promised her meant nothing. He left her all alone. He knew it would break her yet he did.

But one thing he knew was that he loved her. He loved her ever since their 4th year. The last years were rough for him as well. His downward spiral into learning and doing the dark arts, losing Anne, losing his uncle, it all dawned upon him. So he left, he ran away. He knew he was a coward. But he couldn't live with himself. He was ashamed of himself. He felt like...no, he knew he was a failure.

She had fallen asleep crying to herself on the floor and woke up from the pain on her back. She saw it was still dark outside. She suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to close the skylight of the shop. She opened her door and to her surprise, Sebastian fell on his back on her floor, his head hitting the cold stone floor.

He woke up with a start.

"Oww" he mumbled, rubbing the back of his head.

"Sebastian!" She exclaimed.

"What in Merlin's name?!" She said looking exasperated. He looked cold, she could see him slightly shivering. She felt a little joy to see him suffer but she was concerned too, it was starting to get colder at night.

He slowly got up and continued to rub his head and stood with a small pout.

"I see some things never change." She commented smirking slightly at his pout.

"You look like a lost puppy." She continued.

"What are you waiting for? Get in before you freeze to death." she said in a soft voice concerned. "Sallow." She added in a completely different voice. She directed him to sit on the couch and brought him some hot tea as she gave him a blanket.

She left him with the tea and blanket to go to the shop to close the skylight, and when she returned, she saw that Sebastian was hunched over at the corner, his back to her.

"What are you doing on the floor?" She said voice a little loud. Sebastian turned around with the box of their mementos, one hand holding the box, another the dried up rose he had given her.

She had completely forgotten to put the box back in its safe spot. But to be fair she wasn't exactly expecting Sebastian sallow himself to be rummaging through it.

He looked at her with pleading eyes before he walked up to her and hugged her. She completely stood still, her arms still at her side.

"I'm sorry." His shoulders slumped over her body and his arms wrapped around her. She felt like she was about to cry again but there were no tears. The two must've stood there for what seemed like hours before Sebastian pulled apart.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"I wish that meant anything Sebastian." She mumbled back.

"Please." He begged placing a hand on her face.

"You might as well slap me Sebastian. It wouldn't be as hurtful." She mumbled with a blank look on her face.

She gently removed his hand from her face.

"I thought I loved you. And I really did love you. But seeing you today made me realise that you already made that decision for us. You never think of anyone else except yourself, and I honestly didn't care about it as long as you were with me, but now, I just hope you find what you're looking for and I for sure know that, it's not me. You made sure of that too. I was ready to go with you. But you made your choice there too. You can't love anyone Sebastian Sallow. You only want people when they have something to give." She said walking away.

"I think it's best if you go now. And you can take that box with you. It's the last thing I can give you. My memories of you, that I've kept and cherished for so long. They've kept me up all night and sometimes helped me sleep. They're the best and the worst thing I've had and you can take them away too. Maybe after this, I won't have anything else left to give, and you can let me have my life back." She said monotonously as she held the door open waiting for him to leave. He stared at her begging with his eyes.

His eyes watered but she refused to look into them. He walked out of the door and she stood by it making sure he wouldn't stay. Sebastian pulled the box to his chest and walked out of her house and she watched as his silhouette fade into the night, hoping to never see him ever again.

Part 2

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Day 41: Trouble in Kakariko Village

At dawn, I head out again from Dueling Peaks Stable. It's a gorgeous morning.

As I ride up the hill I see Naydra flying almost out of the sunrise over the hills towards the peaks. Stunning.

I check the secluded area past the rocks up the hill for old times' sake - there used to be a monster camp there. But now it looks like this is where the Stable Trotters' Beetz is camped.

It's a beautiful outlook here, to be fair.

He's trying to summon bees. He wants honey to make Mastro some honey crepes to cheer him up. He needs three combs of courser bee honey - apparently there's a chasm near Kakariko Village and bees nearby - so why's he camped here, so far from the village? Oh. It's scary. Fair enough. I give him some of my honey and let him know the Stable Trotters are actually just down the hill.

In the pass between the hills, Addison again! How many signs can one guy build?

There are ruins right by the village entrance. Letty and Totsuna are investigating. They point to one down the hill, which apparently the Princess has forbidden entrance to. I sense shenanigans. Letty and Totsuna want to be part of the Zonai Survey Team, and they think pinching parts of the ruins for personal study is the way to go about it.

Garshon is riding out of town, and says we met at New Serenne Stable. He got sick of his brother's arguing about swords and beasts - ah, I remember! - and went off to explore caves and ruins himself. He's got a good memory for faces - it must be nearly a month since I saw him.

At the top of the village, Lasli is worried about her grandmother - and Claree, who runs the clothing shop. I remember her - I hope I have enough gems to trade for some sneaking clothes. Lasli's grandmother got too close to the Gloom and is sick.

The only thing she can eat is porridge made of hylian rice, fresh milk and wild greens - and Lasli needs a porridge that will cure gloom sickness. I have the sundelion I think will do the trick, but no rice and milk.

I'll come back. There used to be a grocery shop at the bottom of the hill.

Ruins have fallen on the house opposite the clothing shop. Wasn't that Dorian and his daughters' house? I hope they're alright!

Part of the ruin is being used as some kind of workshop - Wortsworth is here, from Lookout Landing. He's translated the tablet that landed at Lookout Landing - it reads:

"Once held in honor as 'hochmayde' (handmaid?) to King Rauru and Queen Sonia, thereafter to his sister and to Princess Zelda. Here on this great stone and twelve more 'withalle make y endite min time' with the royal family. So might 'heore' remembrance preserve for the sake of him on whom our hope rests."

The author says she wrote 13 stone tablets in total about the Royal family. I wonder if more of them will mention Zelda? Wortsworth reckons she's a chambermaid of some kind.

Wortsworth thinks Zelda's mention proves the name is as old as Hyrule - which is, I suppose, technically true. He'll reward me for pictures of any other stone tablets - though the translation will be reward enough for me.

I visit the clothing shop. 5000 rupees for the stealth chest guard?? I may not have enough gems after all. How can they be so much more expensive?

Claree is Lasli's older sister - ah. They want the money for their grandmother's treatment. That's fair enough, but I can't afford it. I might be able to gather the ingredients they need, though.

I just need to register the shrine here, and then I can nip back to Lookout Landing for the supplies I need.

I visit the Goddess statue for stamina first. Koko is selling ring garlands in the square - very sweet. She's grown since I saw her last.

Then I head to the Chief's House. Impa's away looking for geoglyphs, so who's running things here?

Dorian's guarding the Chief's House. He says Paya is in charge? Well, it's Lady Paya now. But the last time I saw her she could barely speak to anyone.

Dorian has been assisting her, for which I'm glad. But he says all she thinks about is the ring ruins. He asks me to speak to her, to try to remind her of her other duties.

I squelch through the rain to meet her - she's talking with Tauro. She doesn't seem confident in being chief… I suppose she had no choice when Impa left.

I have to tell her that the Princess is still missing. But Paya says she's seen her? Immediately after the Upheaval? She confirms what Letty and Totsuna said - the Princess has forbidden anyone to investigate one of the five ring ruins.

I can't imagine Zelda forbidding research. And it just doesn't make sense. Surely this is the imposter's work? She left suddenly once she'd delivered the instruction, which is a pattern I'm beginning to recognise from the imposter.

Paya and Tauro agree it doesn't make sense, but they say that the Princess must have had a reason, so we still can't go up there - annoying.

Calip of the Survey Team is guarding the ruins and won't let me even walk beneath them - does that mean people can't even visit the graves that lie beyond? That's unreasonable.

I think of Koko and her sister, and their mother's grave. Paya has to see sense.

In the Chief's House, I find a journal of anonymous worries. Someone only finds comfort sleeping on the stone slabs in the ring ruins - weird. Lasli wants to know how to cure Gloom sickness - I know why. Monsters have appeared at one of the ring ruins out west - Drenja from the Zonai Survey Team needs help. Trissa can't find where the cuccos are laying, so the stores and the village are running low. Cottla - sorry, Not Cottla - has found a secret base for her and her mother - presumably because she's not allowed to visit her mother's grave.

A litany of concerns and worries. All ignored. How could Impa abandon these people? How could Paya not see that they need her?

I find Purah's diary under Paya's bed - what's it doing there? She says she's hiding volumes of her diary around - she must have begun this before the Upheaval, I can't imagine she'd bother now. She writes that there's one in her own room. One at the Hateno Lab. One here. Where's the fourth?

Paya's Diary of a Chief is on the desk, so I read that too. She writes of the swiftness with which Impa made her chief and left her to it. Dorian was concerned but said nothing to stop it. She documents the Upheaval, the fall of the ring ruins and the opening of the chasm. It was after that that Impa left. She had been reading a book with eleven symbols - are there that many geoglyphs? Or is this something else?

She says the Zelda who visited was "like a doll of herself… the same outside, but no spirit within." The description chills me. Others have said that they've seen a cold, emotionless Zelda. Surely this is the imposter. The Princess I know has always been warmth personified.

Paya believes the village has been reinvigorated by the ring ruins, research and tourism. How can I make her see the truth? Her people need her.

I head back outside. Letty and Totsuna are sheltering from the rain in the inn. The guy behind the counter, Dai, briefly tries to charge me 10,000 rupees for a bed - but quickly reveals he doesn’t work here. The owner left to make up the Survey Team’s beds and hasn't come back. There’s four camp tents around the village, so he could be anywhere. If I see a sleepy guy, Dai asks me to send him back to the inn to take over. Fine.

Outside, I meet Bugut. He’s come to see the ring ruins, and specifically the stone slabs with writing on, but he’s deathly afraid of heights. I’ll get him some photos.

The weather clears at dusk. Trissa, in the produce store, says the old guys who stock it are busy driving off monsters - is this related to the call for help from the Zonai Survey Team I read in the Chief’s House? Probably - she says to head west to find them.

I climb the hill to start heading to the shrine, finally, and find the Southern Ring Ruin Research Camp - complete with journal by Cori. They’ve found sundelions here and are cultivating them in the plum orchard. They’ve also found a Device Dispenser, which baffles them but is very useful for me.

I take the scaffolding up the hill for a better gliding point to the shrine - and of course, by that point I might as well go and check out the ring ruins. Tauro’s left some translation notes from this ring:

“There were (those) known as sages...who protect(ed the kingdom) of Hyrule from the Demon King together (with) King (Rauru).”

Nothing new there. But I do wonder if the others contain any new information.

I glide down to the shrine, and spend the rest of the night solving it.

#totkdaily #day 41 #nice long one today - loads going on in Kakariko Village #totk #loz #zelda #legend of zelda

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League Shenanigans

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Where Heeseung is just trying to play League but Jake keeps bothering him. Jake quickly learns the consequences of interrupting his hyung's game.

Ler!Heeseung

Lee!Jake

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AN: It's been some time since I've last written a proper fic so bare with my regarding its downfalls <3

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It was one of those rare days when all the members had the day off. Most of the members decided to take this opportunity to go outside and do things. Whether it be shopping, sightseeing, or just anything to enjoy their time off. However, Heeseung and Jake were the two members who decided to stay back home and relax in their own ways there. Jake's excuse mostly being he wanted to sleep in and Heeseung just wanted to game.

At least Heeseung was trying to game. Roughly around 1 pm, Jake had finally woken up from his nice long sleep. Instead of deciding to do something productive he felt like seeing what Heeseung was doing. Since then, Heeseung has had to deal with Jake hovering over him from behind his chair both watching his game as well as hindering it.

Every once and a while Jake would shake Heeseung's chair to try and scare him or he would poke the older's side to distract the older. At first, Heeseung thought his attempts were funny, that was until he kept on doing them over and over. "Jakey if you don't stop you're going to regret it." Heeseung hissed as Jake poked his side once again. He could see the slight reflection of Jake smiling widely and giggling from his monitor.

"What? Are you not a good enough player for it to not bother you hyung?" Jake teased as he blew on the ear Heeseung didn't have tucked under his headphones, causing the older to flinch. "Don't say I didn't warn you, Jakey." His game was slowly coming near an end and he'd already been doing worse than usual because of Jake's antics.

Jake felt butterflies in his stomach at Heeseung's words. Would he regret his actions? Probably but right now he still had the upper hand. If he was going to go down at least he could go down with a bang. He quickly reached over and turned off Heeseung's monitor before making a run for it. He knew better than to stick around after pulling off a stunt like that.

Heeseung was stunned for a few seconds before he quickly jumped out of his chair "JAKE!" He yelled as he bolted after the younger. Unfortunately for Jake, Heeseung was a rather fast runner so he was gaining on him pretty fast. The shorter looked behind him to see how close Heeseung was and his eyes widened to find him so close. "Hyung we can talk about this!" He squeaked as he made his way to the living room, going on one side of the couch to try and use it as a form of protection.

While the couch did help with keeping Heeseung on one side while he was on the other, it also left him with no escape. Jake looked around trying to find somewhere to go. He could try and make it so he and Heeseung swapped sides but that was pretty unlikely. He was ultimately screwed.

"C'mon Jakey! We both know you're trapped~" Heeseung teased the younger as he stayed planted on his side of the couch. He knew he had the advantage in this situation and was not going to budge. Jake gulped as he watched Heeseung, making sure the older didn't make a move on him unexpectedly. "Hyuuung this isn't fair." He whined.

Heeseung only grinned at Jake "Neither was you turning my monitor off and messing with me throughout my entire match, but here we are." The younger had no way of getting out of this one. "You're better off just surrendering now and I'll go easier on you." Jake did not like the sound of giving up. Even if his odds were very slim.

"Ok fine.." He pretended to give up walking towards Heeseung, and as he got closer at the last minute he went to make a run for it. Heeseung however had predicted Jake's plan and easily capture the shorter in his arms. "Gotcha Jakey~" He maneuvered them onto the ground, easily pinning Jake's hands under his knees. Though he made sure not to put too much pressure.

Jake could feel butterflies swarming in his stomach as he looked up at Heeseung. He had done it to himself and he knew that but it didn't mean he wasn't dreading what was coming next. "Hyuuung-" Jake squirmed trying to get himself free. "I'm soooorry."

Heeseung raised an eyebrow "Sorry you did it or sorry you got caught?" He chuckled knowing the answer. He hovered his hands over Jake's stomach and wiggled his fingers playfully, causing the younger's squirming to intensify. "Noho hyung I swear I'm sohorry." He couldn't help the anticipatory giggles that managed to fall from his mouth.

"Aww giggling already Jakey? I haven't even touched you yet" Heeseung grinned and dropped his hands down quickly before raising them again. His actions causing a squeak out of Jake. "And a squeak? I don't even have to put in the work." Jake felt his cheeks heat up as light blush formed on his face.

"Dohon't be meheean-" Jake squirmed under Heeseung, there was nothing more he could do really. His only option was to wait it out until Heeseung decided to tickle him.

Heeseung only smiled at Jake's cute behavior "Is the teasing getting to you?" He giggled as he pretended to drop his hands down again, causing Jake to let out another squeak. "Your cheeks are all red~"

Jake shook his head as his cheeks only reddened, looking away from Heeseung to try and hide somewhat. Though it didn't do much considering he couldn't hide his face with his hands and arms.

"Don't be shy Jakey!" Heeseung cooed, "Your blush is absolutely adorable!" He finally dove in to squeeze at Jake's sides to get the younger boy to look back up at him. The reaction was almost immediate as well, giggles instantly falling out of Jake.

"NOHOhohoho IHIHim SOhohorry!" His squirming became more intense as he kicked out his legs. "IHIHIhill LEHehave you BEhehe!" Jake's negotiating ultimately did nothing at this point. Heeseung had already forgotten about his League game, now he just wanted to see his cute dongsaeng become a cute little giggly puddle.

Heeseung slowly moved his hands to Jake's stomach, scribbling away at the area. "I don't know Jakey what you did was a maaaajor offense and now you have to deal with the consequences that entail!" He loved teasing the shorter boy any chance he got. Watching the younger squirm around and squeal never failed to bring a large smile to his face.

It technically brought a large smile to Jake's face too, however, he didn't have much choice in that matter. "IHIhihim SOHOHOrry!" Jake squeaked as he gasped out from laughter. Heeseung only chuckled "I know you are Jakey but you still have to endure your punishment~" It was safe to say Heeseung was solely doing this for his own amusement at this point.

He had already forgiven Jake as soon as he'd done the criminal action - mostly because it wasn't ever serious in the first place. Jake, however, did not need to know that. "Hmmm, what do you think would happen if my hands found their way up to a certain sensitive spot of yours hm?"

Jake's eyes instantly widened at the suggestion "HYuhuhung NOHOhoho THAhahats NOhohot FAHahair" He pulled at his hands trying his best to escape (though he was failing miserably). Heeseung grinned and slowly trailed his hands up Jake's body. Momentarily stopping to prod at his underarms.

"HEE IHIhill DOHoho AhahahanyTHihihing!" Jake declared, though, of course, he didn't actually mean that. Heeseung just quirked his eyebrow up "Oh really? Anything at all huh?" He grinned as he continued to trail his fingers upwards to the younger boy's neck. There, the tickles stopped and his hands just sat in place, unmoving.

The giggles didn't stop though Jake twitching as phantom tickles remained throughout his body. "HYuhuhung cohohome onnnn." He felt a blush forming on his face as he waited for the older to just go for that spot which made him go crazy every time. If he secretly loved it that was between him and god.

"Yes, Jakey? Do you perhaps want me to move my fingers?" Heeseung slowly dragged his nails against Jake's neck causing the younger boy to jolt at the feeling. "NOhoHOHo!" Jake declared as the small movement already was driving him mad.

"Aww aren't you just the cutest," Heeseung cooed at the adorable boy, "didn't even have to try and you're already so reactive." He smirked as he quickly scribbled his fingers over Jake's neck.

The reaction was immediate. Jake let out a loud squeal followed by loud cackles as he squirmed all around like a fish out of water. "NOHOHOHO IHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAD!" He kicked his legs out as if it would ground him in some way.

Heeseung leaned down and blew soft raspberries against the sensitive spot. Jake snorted and his laughter only intensified. "HYUHUHUNG NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!" He was practically begging for his life. "I dunno Jakey I feel like you deserve just one final little sendoff."

Heeseung took one long breath before blowing a long raspberry. Jake let out another squeal but shortly after his laughter fell silent as he gasped for air. Heeseung chuckled as he stopped his tickles and slowly started rubbing away the phantom tickles. "Soooo Jakey," Heeseung waited for the other boy to calm down some, "What did we learn today?"

Jake softly glared up at Heeseung "That you suck." This caused the older to quirk his eyebrow up and wiggle his fingers above Jake, causing the younger boy to squeak "I MEHEAN THAT I SHOULDN'T INTERRUPT YOUR GAME TIME!" Jake replied frantically.

The taller boy smiled at the answer "Perfect, now let's go cuddle on the couch I'm reaaaal tired after all that." Jake just scoffed at his words but happily followed him to the couch.

"If anyone should be tired it's me."

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#enhypen tickle #kpop tickle #lee!jake #ler!heeseung #kpop fic #tickle fic #my fic #kpop tickle fic

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neodarkdark · 7 months

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His day has progressed as normal after Svern left, resuming dealing with leaves as best he can before heading to the store. Though White Forest's store is… oddly closed today, though peeking in through the window he decides he doesn't want to know why. Black City it is then.

It always feels a little weird crossing into a totally different universe, just to do something as mundane as grocery shopping; yet it's a common enough thing now that Blanc doesn't think too hard about it. He does however, spy a certain familiar face out and about. With a sign stuck to his back.

Ah. That explains things. Was that on his back earlier? Was that what the weird feeling on his back had been about?

He doesn't try to hide the fact he's wandering up to Svern, he knows better than to try to do that. But in a way he's surprised his nerves are working with him on this today. As soon as he catches up he leans to return the cheek kiss Svern did…

…Only to also grab his hand with purpose.

"Guess now I know why you did that earlier, but sorry to say I'm interrupting your shenanigans."

He gestures to his plastic shopping bags in his other hand. Seems he's not taking no for an answer this time.

Svern spots Blanc coming from a mile away, though at no point does he make it obvious that he's noticed Blanc approaching. He's quite sure that by now Blanc has seen the sign that Svern had taped onto his back (the same one he'd stolen from Blanc's own back earlier).

Behind his mask of an unassuming face, he's quite amused when he turns his head to feel a kiss on his cheek and a firm hold on his hand at the same time. Svern had wondered if Blanc would play along with the game once he figured it out, and he wasn't disappointed.

"Aaah, no, I've been captured," Svern makes a pathetic and meaningless attempt at pulling away from Blanc's hold. "That's SO sneaky of you, Blanc. Disarming me with a kiss and grabbing my hand so I can't get away."

He peers at the shopping bags in Blanc's other hand. Grocery trip it is, then. Well, it's not as if Svern has anything better to do right now...

BUT FIRST, there's one detail he hasn't overlooked.

Svern turns his big, golden eyes toward Blanc's green ones again.

"Fine, I'll come along, on one condition: so far you've only returned half of the joke. Don't I get to be called CUTE too?"

#who's that knocking at your door? (inbox)#twilighttheater #catch me if you can (ic)#out of the dark day and into the brighter night (v; alt)#combusting him rn

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skitzo-kero · 2 years

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🖊🖊!

!!!! Two pens, I shall grace thee with two ocs!! Because this is probably gonna get long I'll put it under the cut!

This is going to include my favorite girlboss ocs Chrys and Khalki!

Chrys Warnings: Mention of murder, emotional manipulation (supernatural ability), mentions of child neglect. All non-descript

Khalki Warnings: Slavery, attempted drowning, drug mention. All non-descript

So starting with Chrys! She has come a long way from being an uwu cat girl chimera fullmetal alchemist oc to being part of her own story (which doesn't have a name yet, RIP).

She is called a Reborn, someone who's died/almost died, and their soul fought so drastically to be returned to life, that when a spirit comes to take their heavy traumas and pasts from their body, they take the spirit and return to life with new funky powers!

Chrys (gave up her surname a loooooong time ago), has one near-death experience when she was a child (car accident) and later as a teen she did die for a short period of time (psychosis break during school, resulting in police shootout). She returned to life and became a serial killer and blood analyst.

Her abilities make her akin to the charming/charisma based vampires. She can manipulate the emotional state of others in a situation (mainly towards herself). If she consumes blood, this ability is enhanced.

This ability formed due to the spirit attached to her, and therefore is a manifestation of the trauma she endured during her life. Mainly neglect from her father and then her foster homes, she felt like she was never good enough and just wanted people to not be mad at her. Her near-death trauma is why blood enhances her abilities, because she's already a close friend of death.

When it comes to her personality, Chrys tends to be boisterous and snarky extrovert. She likes to keep conversations light (sometimes bordering on flirtatious, but that's just how she converses, if someone is uncomfortable she will make an effort to cut back) and prefers to have others talk about themselves than to talk about her own life.

As an example!! In an rp @multi-lefaiye and I did with her and their oc Sam, Sam was hitchhiking and Chrys casually picked him up. She got talking and was trying to cheer Sam up since he was really going through it at the time. She bonded with him over the trip, mainly because she saw a lot of herself in Sam, but she did almost... uh... off him. She was heading to bury a body and made Sam do all the work </3. They're heading off now to kill Sam's parents <3.

Khalki!!! My girl!!! Okay so there's a few iterations of Khalki! There's her og DnD 5e iteration, the modern iteration (with powers), and the Arcana iteration!!

Starting with the dnd version. Khalki, otherwise known as Captain Free, had previously been a slave on a drow airship. She freed herself and found her own crew, becoming a captain in her own right and naming herself after an aspect of life she values greatly. Freedom.

Haven't worked out all the details for this version, but she's partnered to Multi's character Adeli!! They're very cute, I'm soft for this ship (this was the main ship we had going on around the time we got together). This actually goes for all iterations! They're aren't allowed to be separated <3

The Arcana iteration had a similar start though, because of pirate superstition about women on ships, they decided to throw her overboard, tied to an anchor, as they had been in a storm so bad that crew were falling overboard.

Khalki survives due to making a deal with the Death spirit card, her eyes getting a fiery pentagram in them and her tongue splitting. Her magic primarily revolves around warmth and fire!

She eventually finds a little bit of a friendship in Julian and Portia (mainly Portia) due to pirate shenanigans, this leads her to Asra's shop one day and she meets Adeli <33333 Having no current work, Khalki asks to just be a guard or bouncer of sorts, or even to just help get supplies in from the docks.

Usually when I do writeblr prompts I do a lot of Adeli and Khalki because soft fluff mixed with pining angst.

Modern Khalki!! So she's essentially a growing demon! Her family gave her up after seeing the start of her horns and tail and she actually lives out of her car. Her primary source of income is selling drugs, but she has standards on who she sells to. She happens to meet Adeli when going into a new corner store for some snacks and thought Adeli was so cute that she had to keep coming back. Eventually, Khalki becomes an employee as well and man, this iteration has so much more pining <3333

Oh!! But her powers revolve around fire and draconic-devil imagery!! It's all fire related, starting off with fire manipulation and eventually being able to create fire herself. As she becomes less human, she also gets physical enhancements!!

#skitz talks #bat is where its at #oc ask game #chrys #khalki #my beloved multi #murder mention #murder cw #tw: child neglect #emotional manipulation #drug mention tw #slavery tw

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snarkymonkeyprime · 2 years

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I meant to post this earlier today but, actually had to do my job so I'm doing it now. @beginte is letting me steal an idea of a modern!au for Bagginshield so here's a tease (note: no angst, just shenanigans).

Bilbo waited nearly a month before he considered taking in the family cufflinks. Honestly, it wasn't even necessary; everyone knew how authentic those stones were. And rare. Frodo, however, appeared to be adamant that Bilbo should extend the work to their new neighbor.

He chose a rainy Thursday, when there wasn't much activity on any side of the street. The bell above the door jingled quietly but the shopkeep didn't look up where he sat hunched over a table, a bright light over his shoulder.

"Morning," he rumbled.

Bilbo blinked at the deep voice. Well, he was a dwarf so he shouldn't have been that surprised. Still, it was a pleasant depth.

"Morning!" Bilbo replied, perhaps a tad too brightly given the odd frown he received as the dwarf looked up. He was thankful the rest of the shop was a bit dimmer as his face flushed a bit more than he was comfortable with.

"I suppose I should introduce myself; I'm Bilbo Baggins, I own -"

"-the bookshop next door." The dwarf took his hand, slight smirk tugging at the bearded jaw. "Thorin Oakenshield. Welcome."

"Er, yes. Well." He coughed, digging into his coat for the box. "I was wondering if I could get an official appraisal on an heirloom of mine."

Thorin's eyebrows lifted and he held out a hand, silent.

Unnerved, Bilbo complied, inwardly chafed by the noncommunication. I'm doing him a favor, after all. Lease he could do is be receptive.

Thorin opened the box and peered at the cufflinks. He squinted.

Bilbo jumped when the box clicked shut.

"Paste."

"I'm . . . I'm sorry, what was that?"

Thorin pointed at the jewelry box. "Paste. Not worth more than the box they're in."

It took a heartbeat for Bilbo's brain to process the comment and reboot. "You barely even looked at them!"

The dwarf sighed. "I've seen enough of such things in my life that I rarely need to give a full examination." He spun the box and lifted the top. "Point one? Too great of reflection." He closed it again. "And if I wished to waste my time, I'd likely see plenty of wear on it but there's no reason to bother."

No reason to - Bilbo fumed, hands clenching. "These are family heirlooms! They were discovered by my great-great-great -" he halted at Thorin's upraised hand.

"They were discovered by your however-many-greats swindler if they kept claiming otherwise." He nudged the box across the desk. "No charge."

Bilbo was certain his hair was on fire. "I should think not!" he snapped. He retrieved the box and jammed it into his pocket. Leaning over the desk, he shook his finger under Thorin's nose, ignoring - or attempting to - the deep blue of the dwarf's eyes. "You are a charlatan and . . . and . . . a liar!"

Thorin tilted his head slightly and sat back, arms folded. "I am, am I?" Picking up a loupe, he added, "No need for such a reaction. They're still quite attractive as jewelry goes; simply no value to them."

Bilbo pulled the box back out and wagged it violently. "I will report this," he hissed. "Your store is a fraud!" He gestured at the framed certificate to his right. "I'll bet you merely printed that and framed it; you've no skill whatsoever!"

Thorin's eyes narrowed but his mouth quirked again. Either very angry or very amused.

And very attractive, he thought, going stiff as the it processed. Indignant, he squawked, "You will regret this!"

"I suggest going back to your shop, Master Baggins," Thorin drawled, leaning forward again. "Take a break; you seem a bit tense."

Bilbo wasn't certain if he was more angry at the insult to his family's heirloom or Thorin's lack of reaction to his response. He grit his teeth and hissed, "You, Master Oakenshield, will be receiving a very pointed review." He spun around and stomped off, trying vainly to ignore the soft chuckle that followed.

#bagginshield #jeweler!thorin #bookseller!bilbo #cue more shouty bilbo and very-done thorin

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one-sad-human · 3 years

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•Pugs and Coffee• Steven Adler

Pairing: Steven Adler x Reader

Requested? Yes! By a lovely anon

Theme: Fluff

Warnings: Nothing at all!

Word Count: 1k

A/N: —

The warm breeze hits your face. It's sunny, and your skin greedily soaks up all the sun it can get. You've been busy with work, so when it's finally warm and sunny on your day off, you take the chance to take a walk in the park.

The park isn't nearly as busy as you thought it would be. The playground has a few screaming kids, but the wooded trail you're walking on is calm and quiet.

Well, it was. Until a small dog runs up to you, jumping and barking around you. You bend down, softly grasping his blue collar to get him to stand still for a moment.

"Hey, little guy. Where's your owner?" You ask the small pug. He stares up at you, his tongue hanging lazily out of his mouth as he lets out another bark. You turn his collar to grab the small bone shaped name tag.

"Buddy?" The pug barks and jostles around again at the sound of his name. You pick Buddy up, holding him closely to your chest and look around for someone who looks like they lost a dog.

You walk back down the trail, keeping an eye out for Buddy's owner. Quickly after, a cute blonde rushes towards you.

"Buddy!" He yells with mixed excitement and exasperation. "I've been looking everywhere for you!"

The mystery man has another pug trotting quickly behind him, adorned with a pink leash and matching collar. The stranger picks up Buddy from your arms.

"Thanks for grabbing him for me, for a little dog he can run real fast," the blonde says, strapping a blue leash to Buddy's collar.

"Yeah, no problem," you say, a small smile gracing your face.

"I'm Steven by the way!" Steven put the small pug down, now with a sturdy leash, and grabs your hand.

"Y/N." He presses a quick kiss to your hand. You flush instantly, and his cheeky smirk proves to you that he knows exactly what he's doing.

"Pretty name for a pretty lady," he says with a smile. "You want to grab a coffee with me? My treat, as a thank you." You nod, still not fully recovered from his flirty attitude.

"Sure, sounds nice."

"Here you are, my lady," Steven says teasingly as he puts down your drink on the round glass table. The coffee shop didn't allow pets, but you and Steven didn't mind sitting outside.

"Thank you," you say with a small giggle, taking a sip of your beverage. Buddy and Steven's other pug— who's name is appropriately named Lady— both lay splayed out in the sun.

Steven looks out at the sun, which is now beginning to set, casting a gorgeous orange glow on his handsome face. You'd be lying if you said you didn't immediately find Steven attractive, although he looked extremely familiar.

You can't place him anywhere, you wonder if you had just seen him walking by one day. In your daze, you don't realize he looked back at you.

"You're staring ya know." You snap back into reality, quickly averting your eyes and trying to stop the blush you feel creeping up your cheeks.

"Sorry, I zoned out for a second," you stutter out, nearly pathetically. You haven't known Steven an hour, and he already managed to make you blush twice. "You just look really familiar to me."

"Maybe you've seen my band, Guns n Roses?" He asks.

"I did! Last week at the Rainbow! You guys are great, I don't know how I didn't figure it out." Steven glows with pride. Having a pretty woman praise him and his band always did wonders for his ego.

"We're doing another show this Friday at the Whisky, you want to come? You can hang with us backstage after the show."

"I'd love to, it's a date." Steven shakes his head, and your heart drops immediately.

"That's not a date! Our date is tomorrow at eight when I pick you up," he says, a bright smile on his face. Your smile creeps back and you nod.

"Where are we going?"

"I was thinking that pizza place right off the strip, it just opened and I heard it's to die for."

"Sounds amazing," you say and pull out a pen from your small bag. You grab Steven's hand and quickly jot down your number on his palm. "I have to get home, but call me later." You stand up from the chair and he's quick to follow.

"I'll walk you home," Steven says and grabs his dog's leashes.

"Oh, you don't have to."

"I want to! Where do you live?"

"Just a few blocks from here. It's only a ten minute walk." You and Steven begin the short walk home. On the way, he tells you about his 'idiot friends,' as he so nicely called them.

He tells you about all the shenanigans they get up to, how his band formed, and some less than flattering things about his friends that you'll be able to use for blackmail for years to come. However, the walk is far too short, and soon you're standing at your front door.

"Tomorrow at eight, don't forget," Steven says pointedly.

"I won't, I promise!" You give a quick behind the ear scratches to Lady and Buddy and unlock your door. You stop before you enter, turning around to cup a hand on Steven's cheek before giving him a quick peck.

"Be nice tomorrow and maybe you'll get something more," you say, flashing another smile before entering your home and closing the door. Steven stands at your door for another moment, caught in a daze.

You watch from your peephole as Steven recovers and a huge grin takes over his face, right before he pumps a first in the air enthusiastically.

You laugh at his dorky action before stepping away from the door and walking to the living room, where you'll daydream about Steven well into the night.

#guns n’ roses x reader #guns n’ roses imagine #guns n’ roses #steven adler #steven adler imagine #steven adler x reader #steven adler fluff

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blackhakumen · 2 years

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Mini Fanfic #903: Appreciate Y'all (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

8:23 p.m. Outside of the Smash Mall District.......

'Door Open'

Dedede: (Walks Out the Door While Wearing his Santa Claus Costume and Taking a Deep Breath Before Exhaling) One sweet night of freedom at long last!!

Cloud: (Follows Behind Dedede In an Annoyed and Exhausted Fashion While Wearing an Elf Costume) Joyful.......

Luigi: (Follows Begin the Duo While Wearing an Elf Costume as Well) I don't really know about you guys, but I.... actually had a good time at the mall today.

Dedede: (Smiles Brightly at the Plumber Elf) I had a good time in there too, boi! Not a lot kids bugged me AND I got some loving on the side from a few mommas if you know what I'm saying~ (Chuckles Wholeheartedly)

Cloud: You were under a Mistletoe the entire, De. So the kisses were bound to happen eventually.

Dedede: Yeah, but I still GOT those kisses, didn't I? Told ya being good ole St. Nick would have it's perks.

Cloud: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) Whatever. I'm glad the two of you have some enjoyment out of today.....

Luigi: (Turns to Cloud With a Bit of a Concern Look in his Eyes) Are you gonna be okay, Cloud? You look exhausted.

Cloud: ('Sigh') Yeah.... I'll be fine now that we're out of the mall. Those kids are a pain in the ass......

Dedede: Yeah. Those little demons can get pretty wild at times. But you'll get used to them once you work in there as long as I have.

Cloud: Well, it's a good thing that Luigi and I aren't gonna keep working as elfs for too long..... Seriously, we're not gonna keep working in the mall for too long, are we?

Dedede: Ah don't worry your spikey little head there, boi. I got a text from Escargoon earlier saying that the Waddle Dees are free to help me out for the rest of the holiday. So y'all are free to do whatever you want.

Cloud: Oh thank Palutena.....

Luigi: (Smiles Brightly) That's great! Hey, how about we go to the Koopas' Ice Cream Shop to celebrate on a job well done?

Cloud: (Nodded in Agreement) A scoop of Ice Cream or two sounds good right about now.

Dedede: You can already count me in!.....(Suddenly Begins to Stop Walking) But First......

Luigi: (Stops Walking and Turns Back to Dedede Along With Cloud) Hm?

Cloud: What is it, De?

Dedede: I uh....(Starts Rubbing the Back of his Back and Forth While Looking Away From the Boys) Wanna...go on ahead and.... thank all y'all....

Luigi: (Raised an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) For helping you out in the mall today?

Dedede: Well.....Yeah. But that's not the only I'm thanking y'all for.....

Luigi: It isn't?

Cloud: (Crosses his Arms) We're listening.......

Dedede: (Starts Taking a Deep Before Speaking) Alright. So...... before I step foot in this town, I..... wasn't really the best person out there. I cheat, lie, steal-

Cloud: And managed to put your former kingdom in danger multiple times.

Dedede: (Gives Cloud a Deadpinned Look on his Face)......Yeah, that. They're all the more reasons why I was kicked out in first place. But then when I met you guys....I was still a dick. But after some growing and life changing moments, I came to realization that.....Each and everyone of y'all in that mansion, managed to change my life for the better, even after all of the times I got on your nerves with all the shenanigans I put myself to. So much so that.... the kids starts seeing me as an uncle. Which is great is all, but....('Sigh') All I'm trying get at here is that.....from the bottom from heart....(Slowly Starts Smiling Sincerely) I wanna thank y'all. For caring about me and being my friends and family.

Cloud: (Almost at a Loss For Words) You... really mean all of that?

Dedede: Yeah....I mean, granted, I.... didn't really have close relationship with own folks growing up.....Hell, I don't even think they ever gave two shits about me to begin. But-

Luigi: (Immediately Rushes Over and Hugs Dedede with a Smile on his Face) Thank you, Dedede.

Cloud: (Smiles Softly as he Place His Hand on Dedede's Shoulder Shoulder) Yeah. Despite your faults, we're ready glad we have someone like you in our lives.

Dedede: (Starts Looking Back and Forth at the Duo For a Few Seconds Before Smiling Softly as He Pulls Cloud into the Newly Formed Group Hug) Thanks again, y'all. No matter what happens, I'll always love and appreciate everything you done for me.

Cloud: (Starts Wincing a Bit in Pain) Yeah.....Sure.....(Starts Patting Dedede on the Back) No problem, big guy.....

Luigi: We love you too, your majesty.

Random Kid: (From a Distance) Mommy, look! Santa's Hugging his elves!

Mother: (From a Distance) Well, ain't that the sweetest thing~

Cloud: Uh, Dedede? You think we could wrap the hug fest already? Everyone is gonna start staring at this point?

Dedede: Let 'em stare! I don't give a damn.

Cloud: Dedede!

Dedede: ('Sighs in a Bit of Defeat') Alright, fine. I'll let go.

As the king finally lets go of Luigi and Cloud, the trio finally begins to make their way to the Ice Cream Shop for a well deserved treat.

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#super smash ultimate #king dedede #luigi #cloud strife #escargoon (mentioned)#waddle dees (mentioned )#pure friendship #lots and lots of fluff here #christmas month #king dedede is best uncle

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newstarlights · 3 years

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Tbz Younghoon x gn reader ▪︎ fluff, comfort ▪︎wc.: 676 ▪︎ requested here by @trashlord-007

The wet, squelched sound of tires against the asphalt disturbs the peace of your thoughts, eyes moving to spot the bus you have been waiting for to approach your stop. Raising out of your spot on the bench, you quickly put on your mask and enter the vehicle.

You greet the bus driver with a curt nod and hurry to find an empty seat, luckily one in the last row, and plop down in it.

The weather has been just as shitty as your mood today, and you were glad to just be able to go home.

Younghoon, your boyfriend of two years, had texted you earlier to tell you he'd be a bit later than usual. Work this day had been so draining, so it didn't help that your boyfriend was being unusually busy.

The bus driver had announced that your stop would be up next, so you stood up and pushed the button. The doors opened and you exited the vehicle, immediately being hit with heavy rain.

You pulled off your mask with an irritated scoff, not believing your immense luck today. After the initial shock, you jogged to find shelter beneath a shop's canopy.

Frustration was starting to seep in. You started shivering from the cold, the rain had soaked you within a mere ten seconds.

Just as you were about to pull out your phone to call your boyfriend, his voice interrupted you.

"Y/N?" He asks softly, the sound of the heavy rain crashing against his umbrella now finally meeting your ears.

You lift your head and look into his eyes, mumbling. "Hoonie? I thought you were busy at the agency…"

He steps closer under the canopy and puts down his umbrella to take your hands in his. "I was, but I finished quickly when I realized it was hailing. I knew you didn't have your umbrella on you"

A small smile lifts up the corners of your lips at that. "Thank you, love, I didn't think the rain would start so early on…"

Younghoon chuckles and pulls you close, picking up his umbrella again and covering both of you with it. "You're shivering" He frowns.

"I got soaked right when I stepped out of the bus, so it's kind of cold actually" You explain and cling to his arm.

"I'm sorry honey" He pouts and moves his arm to pull you close to his chest instead. "I'll make it up to you at home, hm?"

"I don't think I'm up for you shenanigans tonight" You frown and play with his jacket, "Work today was so exhausting, all I want to do is take a nice warm shower and sleep"

Younghoon gives you a sympathetic smile and his free hand moves to softly cup your face. "It's okay love, we can do that"

A smile replaces your soft frown and you snuggle your face into his palm. "Thank you"

He smiles big, eyes full of love as he takes you in. Hair wet from the rain and single droplets of water resting on your face. "You're so pretty, even when you're soaked from the rain" He comments and wipes away a droplet of rain from your cheek with his thumb.

A scoff escapes you, looking into his soft eyes. "You're so cheesy, Hoon"

"Let me have my moment" He pouts. "Also, you never gave me my welcome back kiss"

You chuckle and move your hands to hold onto his neck. "You're unbelievable. If I get sick, it's your fault"

Younghoon quickly nods, his eyes showing his impatience.

With one last playful roll of your eyes, you tilt your head up and pull him closer. Your lips meet softly, no rush in it, just a long peck.

He makes no move to take things further and neither do you, just basking in the intimacy of it all. The umbrella he held above both of your heads shielding you from the bullets of raindrops. You increase the pressure of your lips against his for a second before pulling away. "Now let's go home"

#p: admin 🌙#g: the boyz #g: tbz #m: younghoon #g: fluff #g: comfort #wc: >500 #☆ newstarlights.txt

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vrnicky · 2 years

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Ok then...here we go! (I copied the suff from my matchup from ratsoh, I hope thats ok! didn't have the energy to write this all out lol)

Your basic personality traits: ex: laid back, bubbly, playful, organized, stable…

I'm a bit high strung, bubbly, and I like to joke around a lot. My sense of humor is literally everywhere- dark humor, memes, chaotic shenanigans, you name it I'll probably laugh at it, though I'm most prone to making really really dark jokes out of no where. I am prone to being pessimistic and though I love the idea of being organized and productive, I always end up displaying an alarming lack of discipline. I admit I'm not that stable.. I'm a little reckless. I'm passionate about the things I care about. I use pet names with everyone. Friends. Family. If I know you I'm calling you hon or dear or love or darling, deal with it.

Some of your strengths:

I'm easygoing and forgiving, and I believe that anyone can be their best if they try. I'm very perseverant- once I set my mind to something, I'll stick to it and work hard and consistently. I do my best to be kind and understanding, and I have a lot of patience emotionally.

Some of your weaknesses:

I am a little bit cowardly and can let my fear paralyze me at times. I run my mouth without thinking sometimes so I can say things I don't mean. I overthink a lot and can get really anxious if things aren't clear, and I'm not very good at understanding social signals. Clarity is key- though I'm always up for teasing. I'm a little secretive and prone to hiding away from things that bother me, so I just need a little bit of pressure sometimes.

Likes and dislikes/hobbies:

I love making art, writing fiction and poetry, and learning/researching the sciences. I embroider ocassionaly. I practice tae kwon do. Medical, biological, astronomy, engineering... I love understanding the world. I read A LOT. If I had the money I'd turn my home into a library.

Any deal breakers in a relationship?

I don't mind secrets, as long as communication is clear. If you tell me your not ready, I won't push, but if you refuse to speak at all and provide no reasoning, I'll work myself up and get really really anxious. I also don't like people who are unnecessarily cruel, selfish, or harsh- the world is mean enough, why add to it? I need a lot physical affection too, I'm a hugger but only with people I know.

Physical description:

I have mid length black hair, brown eyes, olive skin, average build and am 5'1. If you didn't catch it, my soul trait (after like 100 undertale quizzes) is perseverance.

-wisteria

I dont mind you copied this tbh! I changed some stuff with the final boy because of the new things i know about you! But its finally here, your matchup!!

I match you with... Allen! (Storyshift Sans)

Okay, to put you in context right now, Allen is that dad friend basically, he's all soft and patience around everyone. He's an Asgore after all.

Even tho it would be a small chance when you enter his flower shop, he's friends with almost everyone so you could have meet him through them too! He is a sweetheart, dont worry!

He loves how bubbly you can get, literally, he wants to pinch your cheeks lol. Just be patience with him when he doesn't get a meme, he's an old man...

You would end up using a lot of pet names, he calls you cute human and when you started using dear or that, he changed it to sunshine, if you ever got together he will call you cutiepie or sweetheart, no take backs.

He's in love with how perseverant you can be! Even tho he lose some of it when he got to the surface, he is really good motivating you! Either with cute cheek kisses, cookies, tea, anything he can do, he will do it to be a little helpful!

Please, talk to him about what you dont like or when you want him to stop, he doesn't know everything and he has his own stuff going too and if you dont want to listen, he will start to close a lot :(...

Your dates would be either a picnic outside or in his garden, he enjoys the calm places so either outside or inside but just if its calm enough, you can bloom some flowers if you like it too! He loves it, no matter how many times you do it, he's looking at you all lovey dovey.

So... many... cuddles...

He's also a hugger, he cant help it, getting out of bed living with him is hard, only if its his day off tho. Thats when you have to beg him to let you go lol.

Thank you and hope you enjoy who you got!! <3

And if you were curious, the other close option was Garo! The follow one was Carrot!!

#just a chillin' taco #undertale #taco writes!#storyshift #ss sans #match up ask #match up request #match ups #matchups #wisteria anon #wisteria!#anon ask!#asks #anon #matchups are open!#<3 #undertale aus #undertale au

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pepperful-qt · 4 years

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Also I saw that you're into hp too, I'd like to request a hq x hp crossover please! Relationship hcs of kuroo, osamu and semi (separately) with a slytherin s/o? + bonus if there are suggestive hcs as well. I personally hc kuroo to be a fellow slytherin so I'd really appreciate it if you could assign slytherin for him! I'll leave osamu's and semi's houses to you ^^ thanks again!

ahhh this request made me so excited !! funnily enough I hc slytherin for all these babes🙈im one myself haha let's go🐍🐍🐍 this isn’t late shh

warnings: suggestive situations/language, alcohol (firewhiskey?? & substances)

Kuroo, Osamu, & Semi with a Slytherin s/o HP! AU

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。・゜✭・.・✫

Kuroo Tetsurou

he’s an example of a great slytherin leader

definitely a prefect/head boy, quidditch captain, and is in like 3 clubs. you bet he’s a favorite among professors too

he’s the stereotypical slytherin that’s good at potions, but it’s not bc he’s a slytherin it’s bc he’s an actual nerd (chemistry nerd? try potions nerd)

and he’s just generally smart and good in his classes

and so are you :) a prefect too

in fact, you’re quite popular with all the houses and the professors. most people wouldn’t guess that your slytherin based on stereotypes

Kuroo, however, recognizes what you’re really doing: creating a network for yourself, and he respects it, but he will mess with you

you actually become friends with Kenma first, knowing he’s very intelligent, which is how he hears about you other than seeing you in passing in the common room and your shared classes

the first time he speaks to you is in potions class and brings up Kenma as a common point, and continues just charming his way through the conversation

he’s just too nice. but there’s little hints of provocation in there too

so you make things fun and flirt back, but play innocent hard to get

the whole time before he actually asks you out is this back and forth witty banter and flirting that drives everyone crazy

which by the way, he keeps dropping hints that you’re going to have to ask first, but when you finally crack and start to he asks instead, making you flustered (which was his goal the whole time)

can i just say: power couple

y’all are just popular and no one knows why really?? you’re just hard to hate. it’s allll jealousy

you’re also the parents of the slytherins too. you keep em in line but also have no issue standing up to anyone

and trust me, no one wants to mess with you two. you have respect for more than one reason, and knowing a nasty hex or two is def one of them

that network i was talking about? comes in handy all the time

he’ll casually mention a specific kind of root he needs for a potion he wants to try in his extracurricular potion lessons (yes he’s that person) and you just go:

“oh Richard has a friend in ravenclaw who’s got a cousin working at a shop in Hogsmeade that gets those regularly. want me to ask?”

he’s good at getting away with his shenanigans. usually. you always catch him and never let him live it down

when he acts all cocky you know just what to say to knock him down a few pegs, or flirt up a storm that makes everyone around you gag at the sexual tension

“yes captain”

honestly, it feels like you’re the only ones who know the other completely, save for Kenma with Kuroo

he’s the type that will cast orchideous when he sees you by yourself and make flowers grow next to you before walking up and revealing himself aw <3

other students would rather hug the giant squid than get in a debate with you two, especially if you’re together. they’re feelings and egos will be permanently scarred

more pda than other slytherin x slytherin relationships. you’re not afraid to show that you belong to each other

it’ll be something like an arm around your shoulder or a kiss on the cheek as a greeting (it’s still subtle)

however,,

more than one occasion he’ll come up behind you while you’re working in the library and massage your shoulders while kissing your neck and whispering some suggestions into your ear

it looks very innocent from an outside perspective, but he makes it so hard to concentrate with his hot breath on your skin

and did i mention you’re both prefects? wow do you abuse your privilege sometimes

what’s more exciting than getting a little action in a dark secluded part of the castle by torchlight during your nightly rounds?

need i mention the bath? steamy.. Myrtle’s a blabbermouth too, so the other prefects know what’s up. but really, are they gonna stop you?

not always, of course. shared baths are some of the best times to have real talk and deep conversations

100% supportive of each other and will take over the world one day, we love to see it

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。・゜✭・.・✫

Miya Osamu

the temptation to just make him from Durmstrang-

***i just know people will fight me for sorting him into Slytherin. it’s true that he fits in others but he’s flexible, so i stuck him here for now. i already admitted he was a hat stall calm down.

ANYWAYS

Osamu’s career as a Hogwarts student is made up of 2 things: quidditch and a secret snack and substance smuggling ring he started in his second year

the Miya twins have a reputation with quidditch just like with volleyball (Osamu is a chaser, Atsumu is a beater. great team)

(i imagine they’re pureblood too, not rlly important though. if you’re half/muggleborn, enjoy teaching his clueless ass about basic muggle society)

you’re another proud and competitive slytherin, who somehow has dirt on anyone and everyone

you’re on the quidditch team too, even better. that’s where you grow close to the twins at first, making you guys a power trio in your own right. quidditch dream team <3

not only do you spend a lot of time together, getting to know each other intimately as teammates (beyond the facades) and allowing his feelings to grow slowly yet surely, but Atsumu is also there to provoke and make Osamu subconsciously jealous when he gets feelings

you’re great at talking Atsumu in circles, which frustrates him and amuses Osamu

(more than once the twins have gotten into pseudo-duels and nearly burned the quidditch stands to the ground. lucky your common room is in a stone dungeon omfg)

you obv know about his snack business, initiating a bit of blackmail to get him to do favors for you, but all in good fun. eventually one of those favors is a date ;)

it’s a quiet relationship, not an in-your-face one, but no one can deny the chemistry,, it’s almost suffocating itself

he’d messed around a little, but they never lasted more than a week. so when he realized you’d hit the month mark he was (internally) “oh shit”

you go on Hogsmeade dates all the time <3 he actually laughs when you get a butterbeer foam mustache. it was an accident the first time, now you do it on purpose ;)

you become a business partner for his smuggling ring. your blackmail means you’ve got lots of people under your thumb and lots of favors available to call in. he also trusts your judgement

fangirls are always jealous, but merlin help them if they confront you. if they’re lucky you’ll roll your eyes and ignore them, but usually you’ll decimate them with words and leave them in the dust. you also know how to hex and get away with it (just blame someone else duh)

yeah rumors happen and it’s annoying, bc you really don’t need people staring at you all the time, but neither you or Osamu even address it

both of you are invited to Slughorn’s parties along with Atsumu, you’re that couple

you’re staring someone down and he comes from behind and snakes (ha) his arms around your waist, glaring at them over your shoulder. 11/10 terrifying

sitting in the courtyard talking to your friends, your head on his lap while he plays with your hair

sneaking into the kitchens together. once you tried some cooking charms and the next day everyone’s eggs were neon green at breakfast...oops?

holding hands while you walk through the hallways and the crowd parts around you

Atsumu is secretly bitter his brother has such a cool s/o and he has yet to have a serious relationship, so he’ll bother & tease the two of you a lot to cope smh

though you don’t show it in public and often give off a tough front instead, behind closed doors you’re actually very loving and committed to one another

favorite places for ~special~ time? quidditch locker room & your dorm

you find excuses to stay behind after practice together. your teammates used to think it was just a coincidence until they finally caught on (not that they’d tattle. if you get caught that’s your business)

imo Osamu would probably be willing to try involving charms in some way during sexy times. a spark on your skin, binding, whatever. most of them are one-offs but it’s the thought that counts ig

there’s an unspoken rule in the slytherin boys dorm to stick a drooble’s gum wrapper on the door of the dorm to tell the others to stay out, but Osamu doesn’t trust anyone so he prefers hanging out in your room. it’s quieter and your roommates know not to try anything <3

he smuggles in some firewhiskey and other stuffs for you two to enjoy by yourselves <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。・゜✭・.・✫

Semi Eita

(debated with gryffindor for him, but ultimately decided nahh)

Semi is less of the sly and underhanded slytherin and more of the ambitious and self-assured kind

idk why, but i’m feeling a love-hate to friendly competition to friends to lovers ?? don’t ask ajsldkf

you’re a top student, mostly bc of your charm though. no one knows if your good grades are real (they are, but it doesn’t hurt being the teacher’s favorite)

though you hop around friend circles, you don’t have a solid group. sort of an outcast in that way

he knows you exist, but no one really expects much from you. aha, big mistake

every single time you sweep everyone in classes, one way or another, you come out on top (hey i won’t question your methods) and oh does it piss him off. you’ve hit a competitive nerve my friend,, little bit of envy too :/

he confronts you, but you evade, maybe with a little challenge or provocation

from then on it’s just little jabs at each other. he corrects your stirring technique. you return the favor in transfiguration with his wrist motion

you two are the definition of “are you flirting or starting a fight?”

he ends up partnering with you in potions, just to see your tricks up close i swear. he didn’t realize that meant he’d see different sides of you when you study. the way you mingle with everyone intrigues and fascinates him, and slowly curiosity takes the place of spite

he saw you prank a gryffindor into drinking babbling beverage, and it was the first time he saw a genuine smile from you (even if it was a little malicious)

slowly your relationship shifts as you learn more about each other. you’re more than a suspected cheater and he’s more than a hotheaded jock

you two are the definition of “are you flirting or starting a fight?”

both of you are super super stubborn and too proud to admit feelings for each other sigh, cue slytherin bff tendou to the rescue. count on him for some elaborate scheme to finally get you two together. thank god

once you are together, you’re inseparable

you send each other messages on paper birds charmed to fly to the other, wherever they are. it’s gotten you in trouble a few times (Snape will read them out loud, just bc you’re slytherin doesn’t mean you’re spared embarrassment)

you are in charge of his outfits if you ever go on casual dates to Hogsmeade. sorry eita it’s not a debate <3

he’s super fcking protective, and has a bit of a jealous streak. scary when irritated, but no more than you are

most loyal freaking couple ever though

you’ll have heated debates with each other that from the outside look like you’re fighting but five minutes later you’re chilled out on the common room couch reading a book together, him reading over your shoulder as you sit between his legs

deep conversations late at night in the common room, watching the giant squid & cuddling by the fireplace

love talking about your dreams and aspirations, joking about taking over the world together <3

though it takes some convincing for him on your part, you’re great at sneaking out and not getting caught. you know the secret passages like the back of your hand thanks to being stuck in the dungeons, and like hell rules are going to keep you from enjoying what you want

Hogsmeade, down by the black lake/boathouse at night, and your favorite spot, the astronomy tower <3

you’ll go up there at night, casting sparks from your wand that decorate the air like hovering stars, and just enjoy the beauty of magic and each other

the first time you were almost caught, you ended up in a snug secret passage, and that was your first kiss

sometimes you’re almost caught and then it’s a nice flashback to that time

low on pda outside of holding hands, but get a little firewhiskey and you’re all over each other

late night study sessions in the library that often turn into makeout sessions when you’re finally alone what can i say, the possibility of getting caught is exciting

a big part of your relationship is impressing and inspiring each other every day. you understand each others’ passions and habits, and you’re constantly keeping each other in check while also pushing yourselves to be better (tbh top tier slytherin x slytherin dynamic)

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a/n: anyone want a fic out of these?? omfg please send more harry potter or au in general

#sorry this took so long i wanted it to be good #kuroo tetsuro #miya osamu #semi eita #kuroo tetsuro x reader #miya osamu x reader #semi eita x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu harry potter #harry potter au #kuroo x reader #osamu x reader #semi x reader

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genshins1mpact · 3 years

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okay so i know i mentioned on here before that i have a bunch of dreams when i sleep and how i had that cute one with xiao & mingxiao before right?? 👀

forgot to share it sooner bc life but anyway i had a funny/cute dream with diluc the other day (i'll try to add a read more bc this got a lil long but it doesn't always work on mobile so i'll try & fix it asap if so!) but yeah this kinda turned into a whole fic of its own lol,,

☆ the dream itself is here, under the cut! ☆

basically, to not have to explain all the lore about my oc/self insert and all that again, the tldr of it is that i landed on teyvat similar to traveler but didn't really have anywhere to go so after gaining his trust and becoming close, diluc sort of just takes me in and lets me work at the tavern + lets me stay in a spare room at the winery. so yeah we often walk to/from work together if he's working at angel's share that day, and i guess everyone just assumes we're dating?? ...except for me, that is, who still thought he was in love with jean (bc of the whole stormterror thing).

one night, kaeya's been hanging out in the tavern all night, venti's already left or passed out or smth, and then once things close up, diluc and i get ready to head off, but apparently this is the first time kaeya's seen us head off together/in the same direction, and immediately decides to start teasing. he's all "ooh look at the two lovebirds, you've moved in together already? how'd you ask her out, i didn't know you two were a thing, congrats bro so glad she likes you back" kinda stuff and then i just start laughing and telling him to knock it off, wouldn't want jean to overhear and misunderstand. and they're both just like ......wait what? and i'm all "oh cause diluc likes jean right? i thought the were like an Unspoken Thing yknow??" and both stare at me as if i've grown like 3 heads and started doing a one-(wo)man barber shop quartet. lightbulb goes off in kaeya's head that i don't know jack shit & we're not a thing (yet) and diluc is just thinking like "i can't believe you're literally this oblivious, holy shit". hence kaeya's teasing The Sequel, where he just starts complimenting my uniform and says i look like a cute little maid or whatever and diluc is silently fuming behind me. he mutters something along the lines of "how oblivious can you possibly be?" and all but throws his coat/jacket over me to try and cover me "bc it's cold" (yeah yeah sure, jealous much? haha), then asks me how i never noticed how he felt about me. so i'm there having an earth teyvat-shattering moment of revelation that it WASN'T jean he liked, and that he didn't do all those nice things for me bc i'm friends with her, but because he liked...me????

kaeya smugly walks off with a little "you're welcome", after a his shenanigans, and i'm still trying to process things bc i'd never seen diluc that way, always assuming he'd liked someone else so i never really looked at him that way. we kind of quietly resume our walk back "home" and im clutching his jacket close to me, then we both try to speak at the same time, he tries to ask for my response/reaction and i was trying to ask for some time. he's kind of confused and almost looks hurt, but agrees to give me some time to think, since i explained the whole "not seeing him in that light" and didn't want to answer on a whim. that i didn't want to mistake gratitude for all he's done for me for affection and stuff so he was like hey good point i wouldn't want you to feel like i forced you into this, and no you're not gonna get kicked out/fired if you don't like me back, it's okay. diluc mentions having to be away for 2 weeks cause of a work trip and that i can respond then.

in the meantime, a bunch happened like a trip to liyue with aether & paimon, a whole girls' talk over tea with jean & lisa over the situation, and got my own lil serenitea pot so i potentially had the option of moving out now if i wanted to. i decided to my day off from the tavern to go out on a little adventure, just journey around and test out the teapot home and all that jazz. ran into noelle and we hung out/trained for awhile together and invited her in for for a tea break and stuff, like it was just really cute and fun. but apparently diluc came back a few days early and was freaking out when i was nowhere to be found, no one had any idea where i was, and was just really concerned something might happen to me. then noelle arrives through the gates and overhears him asking lisa stuff and goes all "oh she's over by (idk where i was maybe that bit of land between mond & liyue?) and he thanks her for the info and runs off to find me. he finds the teapot (somehow) on some rock but doesn't see me and i come back out of my lil abode bc someone outside kept saying my name and then i felt the teapot shake (he'd picked it up). cue a dramatic reunion in the rain bc when isn't it pouring and trying to kill me in teyvat in true romcom fashion i guess.

diluc is all "do you have any idea how worried i was about you? all alone out here? any of the abyss mages could have hurt you or taken you away or-" just rambles on and meanwhile im having this sort of Oh You're Back and I Think I'm Feeling Things realization (absence makes the heart grow fonder lol). so there's just this kind of strong, desperate hug moment and everything's quiet, save for the pouring rain and faroff occasional lightning strike. and i whispered something along the lines of "i think i'm in love with you" and his eyes widen before responding smth like "i think i'm in love with you too" with a fond smile, the first genuine huge smile i've ever seen on him (pls picture him like in the manga and not his in game ._. face PLS-🤣). cue another romcom cliche reunion hug + kiss scene in the rain, in which we take shelter from the rain inside the serenitea pot bc of how bad the storm kept getting.

(aether has tubby but i have chummy, kinda looks like the teapot salesman, and i usually just call her chums.) so we're greeted by chums who kind of is like staring daggers at diluc bc i showed up with a guest unannounced, drenched, and we're holding hands. she's overprotective in a very Mom Friend kind of way but she just means well. we change into some baggy share clothes i have and then i scrambled up something to eat (since we can apparently cook & forge in our lil pot i love that so much-) anyway so we decide to get some rest bc it's late and have the Oh No There Was Only One Bed conundrum until we agree to just share and sleep on opposite sides bc nbd right? i turned in my sleep and essentially was hugging his back whilst asleep, and he just turned over at some point and hugged me too, and booooiiii was this fire boy WARM, he felt like a personal heater and after all that rain, i slept like a log. diluc woke up before me cause he's used to an earlier schedule and slips out quietly to speak to chummy, asking if she knew where the supplies were cause he wanted to surprise me with breakfast (and man can he cook! goodbye kfc, hello good hunter). chummy is still kind of not vibing with him, until he apologizes for "intruding" and explains everything that's happened, to which chums kind of softens up and realizes he's sweet and just wants to do something nice, not go around raiding the house. woke up alone and went to look for the source of the smell, and kinda just clung to him, making diluc blush. don't remember too much more after the cooking thing though besides going for a stroll around my teapot layout, meeting all the pets that chill there, and kinda just having a relaxing day off together. the winery staff was probably freaking out wondering where we were, but we were just kinda in our own world (literally?), enjoying the peace before returning to all the chaos that is teyvat. cutest damn dream ❤

#aerinposting #aerin.txt #aerin.dreams #my dreams #aerin's dreams #i forgot what i was tagging these as i'm sorry hfjdjff #Long post #basically this all but counts as a diluc fic #I could most probably reword this and throw in some more detail and make it one lmfaaaaoo.... but will i.... wip's tend to stay wip's 🤧#diluc dream #ft kaeya being a lil shit; jeanlisa being amazing friends; chummy being her wonderful self; brief mention of venti and noelle; & any npcs i #Pls post and dont fail i beg of u;;;;;

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Greaser → Ben Hardy (Part IX)

Summary

Due to Shenanigans, you have been sent back in time to the 1960s. You find yourself in a high school. You also find someone very intriguing but he’s unrestrained.

Warnings: sickness, language, angst, hospitalization, fluff.

Notes: series is coming close to the end. i hope you like this and thank you for reading. x

I woke up to Ben moaning and groaning. He had turned onto his other side, facing away from. The bed shook as he shook violently.

"Ben?" I called out touching his shoulder. His body temperature had spiked and sweat covered his body. "You're burning up, are you okay?" I asked.

"I feel sick," he said hugging himself, shaking more. "Just stay here. I'll get you some water," I said, getting up and going to the kitchen. It seemed like he had the flu and it was probably just the affects of going 50 years into the future.

I came back with a glass of water but he was out of bed. His body was hunched over, throwing up into the small trash can by my desk. "Oh, babe. I'm so sorry," I said, setting the glass of water on the desk and sitting down next to him.

"I'm sorry," he said, as I rubbed his back. "Don't be sorry. It's okay, you're just a little sick," I said. He sniffed a little bit, "I think I'm just gonna take a shower, where's your bathroom?" he asked, getting up, supporting himself against the edge of the desk. "It's just right down at the end of the hall. I got you some water," I said, handing him the glass I got him earlier, "I'll help you turn on the water."

I led him to the bathroom, his clammy hand holding mine. I leaned turned on the faucet and let the water warm up, "Is the temperature okay?" I asked and he leaned down to feel the water. "That's good. Thank you, love," he said and smiled sickly. I nodded, turning on the shower.

"Just let me know if you need anything," I said. "You're not staying?" he asked, smirking a little bit. "Ben, you're sick. Just take the damn shower," I laughed and he playfully poured. I shook my head, smiling as I walked out, closing the door behind me.

It was about 15 minutes until he walked out, the towel hung low around his waist. Droplets of water running down his chest and torso. I might have stared a bit too long.

"Take a picture, baby. It'll last longer," he joked. I reached over to the record stand beside my bed, pulling out the white polaroid camera.

Carefully taking the camera out of the bag, I looked through the lens, preparing to snap the photo. "I didn't actually mean it," he shook his head. "Yeah but I might as well," I smiled. He looked down laughing, his hand reaching up to finger through his hair. I snapped the picture before pulling it out of the polaroid, shaking it a bit.

He sat down beside me, still in his towel. "How do you feel?" I asked. "Still like shit," he laughed. I grabbed an oversized sweatshirt, throwing it at him. "Wear that. I'll be right back. I've got to go shopping," I explained. "Babe, stay. You don't have to," he said.

"You can't just stay your old clothes for the rest of your life, especially while you're sick. You won't be comfortable. It'll only be an hour or so," I said, grabbing my wallet and keys, "I need to get you some medicine too anyways."

"Okay, hurry though," he said, pulling the sweatshirt over his head and getting under the covers. "I'll be back before you know it," I smiled, walking out of my small loft apartment.

Getting in my car, I drove to the mall. I ran to a few stores, picking out some clothes that Ben might like. I made sure, it was a bit on-trend. The whole thing was expensive but I decided that I'd just work my ass off next week to make up the difference.

I drove back to my apartment, unlocking the door and walking in. "Ben," I called out but there was no response. I set down the bags of clothes on the couch. "I got you some clothes. How are you feeling?" I called out again. There wasn't any response.

"You okay?" I asked. I opened the door to my bedroom. Ben wasn't laying on the bed like I had left him but most of the covers were off the bed. I walked around the bed and there he was. His skin was pasty and had turned pale. His lips were purple. It looked as if he was dead.

"Shit!" I whispered, kneeling down to him shaking him. He had snot running down his face and his hair was sticking to his face from the sweat. "Hey, hey. Wake up. Come on," I shook him again.

I leaned down, placing my ear near his mouth. His breathing was slow, almost silent. I cradled his face, pulling him into my lap. He had gotten significantly hotter since I last checked him. "Get up, babe. Ben, please," I said, tears welling up. Fuck.

I wrapped my arm around his torso, under his arm. I tried putting his weight against me so I could get him to my car. As I tried to get up, I fell back down. I tried again but fell.

"Fuck," I exclaimed, reaching for my phone, dialing 911. The phone rang twice before someone picked up. "911, what's your emergency?" a man asked from the other side of the line. "Hi! My friend was sick with the flu I think and now he's passed out. His breathing is slowed and he's really pale. I can't carry him so could you please send an ambulance?" I asked, frantically. "Yes, what is your address?" he asked. "9175 Thrasher Ave," my voice shook as I spoke. "Thank you, ma'am. Paramedics will be there in about seven minutes."

I got up, running to the sink and pulled out a rag. I quickly wet it with warm water and went back to Ben. I pulled his head back onto my lap, dabbing the cloth against his forehead. "Please, be okay. Please, be okay," I whispered, moving a strand of hair out of his face. I wrapped a large, heavy blanket around him, trying to get him to break his fever.

A couple of minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I ran to it, opening the door. It was the paramedics. I led them to where Ben laid, unconscious. "His name?" one of them asked. "Ben Hardy. Is he going to be okay?" I asked. "We'll take good care of him. Are you riding in the ambulance or driving yourself?" they asked.

"I'll drive," I said. I probably needed a ride back to the apartment, depending on whether or not he could come home later tonight or not.

They put him on the gurney, caring him out to the ambulance. I watched them carefully rolling him into the back and shutting the door before a couple of them got in the back with him. I got in my car, just waiting and thinking everything over. None of this was going to plan.

It might have just been too much for his body. Maybe we should've prepped more. Surely, he'll be okay. I sighed, turning on the car and backing out, following the ambulance.

When we got to the hospital, I followed Ben to the room he was put in. "What's wrong with him?" I asked as they set him up in the bed. "He's got a fever of 103.4. The nurse will be in here a second to run some more tests. Do you mind if we ask a few questions?" a woman said as the other paramedics got him settled. I nodded.

"When did he start feeling sick?" she asked. "He had a headache last night and this morning it just blew up," I explained. After a few more questions and some paperwork, which I tried to fill out as much as possible, a nurse came in to run some test.

"Ma'am, are you family?" she asked, sanitizing her hands and putting on some gloves. "No, but-" I started to say but she cut me off. "I'm going to have to ask you to wait outside. I'll be done soon and then you'll be able to come back," she said, turning to Ben. "Okay," I said quietly, walking out.

The image of Ben on the ground, pale and unconscious stayed in my mind. What the fuck could possibly be wrong? Was this really just some flu-like thing? The thoughts raced through my mind as my leg bounced. To say I was anxious was an understatement.

"Ben Hardy?" a woman called out. I stood up, a worried look on my face. "Everything's done, if you'd like to see him."

I nodded, following her back to the room. I was met with Ben sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed. He looked less pale then before but dark circles had started to form and his face had thinned significantly since I last saw him. This was all going to fast.

"How is he?" I asked. The nurse turned to me, taking off the gloves and mask. "It's one of the weirdest cases, I've seen. We're going to have to monitor him throughout the night. It seems as if his body is fighting itself. It's not cancer but his cells are killing themselves and his immune system isn't doing anything at all," she explained. This wasn't the flu.

"Pam, we need you in Room 147. It's a 68 year old male. Fever of 103.4. It's urgent," she sighed, "I'll be back to answer any other questions you have."

I looked to Ben, sitting in the chair beside his bed. There was crying from outside the room. I stood up, looking behind the curtain. It was an elderly woman. "Please, all this just started last night. I thought it was just a headache and then he fell and wouldn't wake up," she cried. I was confused that was the same situation as Ben.

Maybe this was something more than what it seemed. "Name?" I heard from outside the room. "Benjamin Hardy," the woman from before said. What the fuck.

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