#they are still the best friends and brothers ever
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roommates ; lando norris + part three
In which you have to live with your brothers best friend who you really don't like, Lando Norris, and his many 'girlfriends' for a while, but there's always a thin line between love and hate.
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lando norris x fem!verstappen reader tw: nothing much yet expect that Lando is a player + i don't proofread + smut will come next chapters!
You haven’t done anything useful today. After last night, you really don’t know what to do. Should you talk about this with Lando or let it be? You have no idea. At this moment he isn’t home, you heard him leave pretty early this morning. Maybe he’s ignoring you? It feels like he is. There’s this part of you that understands him ignoring you. What would you do if you moaned out Lando his name and he heard? This has to be pretty awkward for him.
You still can’t decide if you want to talk about it with Lando or not. It annoys you that you can’t think about anything else then Lando. And the worst part? Every time you think about him moaning out your name, you feel yourself getting flustered. That can’t be good. You can’t feel like this while thinking about Lando. It’ll make things only more confusing.
Since you have met Lando, you think he’s a very confusing person. It’s mainly because he always seems to be in a different mood when he’s around you. Whenever you see Lando, you don’t know in which mood he will be. Sometimes he’s acting nicely, but other times he’s making you crazy with his teasing and rude remarks, and then you still have the moments when he’s flirting with you. It’s confusing. Lando is confusing.
Thinking like this makes you remember earlier meetings between Lando and you. With nothing better to do, you let yourself think back about things that happened between the two of you.
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“Lando, meet my sister y/n!” Max introduces you to a nice looking boy who’s standing closely to your brother, “and y/n, meet Lando Norris. He drives for McLaren and is one of my friends.” You take your time to look at Lando. It’s almost unfair how beautiful he is. You try to shake off those thoughts, thinking about your boyfriend instead of the good looking boy in front of you.
Lando is taking his time with looking at you as well. It isn’t the first time he sees you. Or at least, it’s the first time he sees you in real life and will talk to you. He never told his friend, Max, about the way he stalks your Instagram almost every day and how he thinks you’re one of the most beautiful girls he has ever seen.
He gives you a hand to introduce himself as well, you show him a small smile. The two of you make a bit of small talk. You slowly start to like Lando, he’s nice. You can understand why Max is friends with him, you hope you can become friends with him. It’s your phone which interrupts your conversation with Max and Lando. When you look at the screen, you notice it’s your boyfriend who’s calling.
“I’m sorry, I have to take this. It’s my boyfriend,” you apologize before picking up the phone and walking away from Lando and Max.
“Boyfriend?” Lando asks disappointed when he looks at you walking away. That wasn’t on your Instagram. It’s at that moment that Max starts to suspect that Lando already knew who you were and that he’s interested in getting to know you more.
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The following time Lando and you talk to each other, things are less nice. He’s spending time with your brother, playing some game on the playstation. You came home a bit ago, it was a harsh afternoon for you. After doubting for multiple weeks, you decided to break things off with your boyfriend. It wasn’t a nice breakup. Things got messy when your now ex-boyfriend started screaming at you.
You greet Lando and Max, but you’re quickly interrupted by your phone once again. It’s your ex. He has already send you a couple messages and is now calling you. You’re quick to deny the call.
“Boyfriend again?” Lando asks you jokingly.
You know that he couldn’t know what happened earlier today, but you can’t help yourself and sneer at him. “Ex,” you sneer. Max wants to ask you a thousand questions, but Lando is the first one who speaks up again.
“Good.”
That didn’t make your mood better.
+++
Lando and you don’t click. Every time you’re in the same room with him, he seems to act all awkward or weird. Sometimes he teases you, other times he seems to shy to say anything. When you walk inside the living room, you notice him and Max looking at you.
He can’t look away from you. Fuck, Lando thinks he’s going to lose it. You’re dressed in a tight fitting nude dress. It looks stunning on you. He wants to know where you’re going dressed like this, and even better he would want you to stay right here so no-one else will see you like this. Since you’re single, he’s trying to find a way to ask you on a date but he hasn’t succeeded yet. Sometimes he doesn’t know what to say and acts all shy, while other times he can joke around with you for a bit but can’t come to his point. It’s the worst.
“Where are you going?” Max asks you before Lando finds his tongue back.
“I’m going on a date,” you tell Max.
Lando doesn’t even realize that he’s speaking up what he’s thinking. “Already?” He asks confused, “It’s not even a month since you broke up with your boyfriend.” Fuck, when he realizes that he actually said those words he’s quick to feel ashamed of himself. Before he can apologize to you, you’re already replying.
“Are you implying something Norris?” You ask him angrily. Lando tries to deny it, but you’re quick to walk away from your brother and him. When they hear the door slam, Max sends his friend an confused look.
That day Lando can’t stop thinking about you being on a date with someone. He wants to forget about it, but the alcohol doesn’t do anything. Standing in a club with some friends, his mind is still hang up on you. How would you date go? He was so glad about you being single, but it seems that it will be over soon.
Later that night, with even more alcohol in his system, Lando dances with a nice looking girl. He drinks until he can’t walk straight anymore and takes the girl home with him. Is it bad that he can’t even remember her name? He can think about one thing only. Even when he’s balls deep into the girl, he can only think about you. Or more specifically, you in the tight nude dress. He’s fucked.
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When he tells Max about the girl and the way he send her home after the sex, he didn’t knew you were listening as well. Before Max can respond, you’re picking an argument with Lando about the way he treated the girl.
The following hours Lando realizes that he has fucked up things too many times around you. He should forget about you. It’s not like he has any chances left. Since that day Lando fell in some weird pattern of getting drunk whenever he could and fucking some random girls as a distraction from his feelings for you. Not that it helps. Whenever he sees you, he always feels ashamed about himself and his actions. Not that you know everything about it, but still. He doesn’t know how to behave around you. Sometimes he tries flirting with you, other times he tries to keep his distance. The worst times are when he argues with you.
It’s not like you know about his feelings and why he’s acting like this. For you everything is just confusing and weird.
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Mindlessly you’re swiping on Tinder. Since you’re still not doing much, you decided to swipe a bit on the app. You could use a date, it’s been a while since your last one. Not that you will be successful on Tinder, since everyone is accusing you of being a catfish or is sending dick picks within seconds after the match. You really should find another way to find dates. When you hear a soft knock on your door, you feel confused. Could it be that you didn’t notice Lando coming back home?
You stand up and open the door. Apparently you really did miss Lando getting back. He’s standing in front of you. It takes you back to the dilemma you’re still having. Confront Lando or not about what happened?
“Do you want to have dinner together?” Lando asks you. He almost seems nervous, but you guess that you’re imagining that.
“That’s fine,” you tell Lando, now you think about it - you could eat something. You’re getting kinda hungry. “Should I cook?” You continue to ask.
“No,” Lando quickly replies, “I’m going to cook.”
“Can you?” You ask surprised. You can lie about it, but your socials are often filled with content about Lando. Lately it has even been worse. TikTok has shown you multiple ‘thirst’ edits about him, which made you feel things you don’t even want to think about. And if it isn’t content like that, there’s also the videos of his streams, interviews and video’s. And those are exactly why you don’t think it’s smart for Lando to cook.
“I don’t know,” Lando confesses with a soft laugh, “but how hard can it be to make a pasta?”
“I can help you if you want?” You offer.
“That sounds like a safe thing to do,” Lando jokes.
Together you walk to the kitchen with Lando. He proudly shows you everything he has bought from the grocery story. Confused you look at all the stuff. You can’t even guess which pasta you’re about to make. There are so much groceries. He even has multiple sorts of pasta laying on the counter.
“How many people are eating here?” You ask Lando confused.
“Just us,” Lando informs you.
“So, you bough four different pasta shapes, every vegetable that there is and three kinds of grated cheese for just the two of us?” You continue to ask.
“I didn’t know which one you liked,” Lando confesses.
“You could have called?” You laugh.
Lando doesn’t respond anymore. He makes you chose which pasta you want to make with him. After choosing you ask Lando to chop up some onions. Something he clearly struggles with. you’re trying to hold back your laugh, but when Lando almost cuts in his own finger, you let out a loud laugh. Lando is quick to join you. Together you continue cooking. This time you don’t ask Lando to do anything else. Meaning he’s just looking at you while you’re cooking. Lando can’t stop staring at you. He can’t hold back his feelings when he looks at you finding your own way in his apartment. How nice would it be if you were always here? If this would be your home as well?
When the two of you are eating together a bit later, Lando is showering you in compliments about the pasta. Eventually he even lets out a soft moan while taking a bite of the food. It reminds you of last night. Only thinking about the way Lando moaned your name, makes you feel all kind of things. Fuck. That can’t be good. Lando also thinks about last night, he still feels ashamed about what happened. He wants to apologize for what happened, but he can’t find the right words.
“So, are you already getting used to the apartment?” Lando asks you eventually. It’s not the subject he wanted to speak up about, but maybe he can talk about this first with you? It would be nice to have a normal conversation with you.
“Kinda,” you answer honestly, “It doesn’t feel like home, but it’s not bad.” Lando nods understandingly in the mean time. “A good night sleep will probably be nice as well,” you add jokingly.
“Yeah, about that,” Lando starts unsure, “I’m sorry about the last two nights.”
“It’s still your home Lando,” you tell him, “It’s already nice of you that I can stay here, you don’t have to change everything for me.”
“Still,” Lando sighs, “I’ll try to better it, okay?”
“That sounds nice,” you softly say.
Lando shows you a small smile. “And I want you to feel more at home here,” he continues to tell you, “Does it already feels a bit like home for you?”
“Not yet,” you confess, “I miss the way my own room looks and the decor stuff and things.”
“You know you can decorate it here as well, right? I really don’t mind if you change some things around the place,” Lando tells you.
“You wouldn’t mind?” You ask surprised.
“No babygirl,” Lando is quick to reply, “I wouldn’t even care if you painted the whole living room pink if that would make you feel more at home.”
At that moment you didn’t really think about what Lando said, but later his words would repeat themselves in your head. Does he really care that much about you feeling at home here?
+++
“Lando?”
He doesn’t hear you. There isn’t any response coming from the other side of the door. You don’t know what is happening in Lando his room. You only know that he’s alone and that you heard him scream. What’s going on? You knock loudly on his door, but there’s still no response. When you call out his name again, it doesn’t change. You do however hear him yell again. It’s loud and almost feels painful.
You decide to open the door and to get inside. What if Lando is hurt? When you open the door, Lando is laying in his bed. He doesn’t move up. It seems like he’s asleep. His breathing is loud and fast, maybe even too fast? You wonder if he’s having a nightmare, that would explain the screaming from before.
Slowly you move yourself closer to Lando his bed. Should you awake him? When you hear him softly whimpering, you decide to awake Lando. You walk until you’re next to his bed, softly you grab his shoulders and start to shake him.
“Lando,” you say a couple times.
Then he’s finally awake.
“Y/N?”
Lando gives you a confused look. He has no idea what’s going on. Why are you standing in front of him? How did you even get her? Minutes before you were yelling to him, right? The realization hits him that none of that really happened. He just had a bad dream. Maybe you heard him and came to check?
“Hey,” you softly say, “are you okay?”
“I guess,” Lando mutters, “Did I keep you awake again?”
“It’s no problem,” you quickly reply, “it sounded like you had a bad dream.”
“Kinda,” Lando confesses. He thinks back about his dream. Even his bad dreams are about you. That’s pathetic. You were screaming and yelling at him, he tries to remember why. Then he remembers the context of his dream. What started like a nice dream in which he was dating you, ended with him disappointing you and having a fight with you.
“Want to talk about it?” You ask Lando.
“It’s not like you care,” Lando replies without thinking about his words. When he looks at you and notices the hurt expression on your face, he can slap himself out of frustration. Why does he always do this? “Fuck. I didn’t mean it like that,” he quickly apologizes, “Sorry babygirl.”
You try to ignore his earlier words. “Maybe we can watch something together? Take your mind of the nightmare,” you suggest.
Lando feels himself getting excited. “That sounds great,” he tells you happily, “Do you want to go to the living room or?”
“Or?”
“I have a tv here as well,” Lando tells you while pointing at the television on the wall behind you. “So we can also watch here in my bed,” he explains.
“What do you want?” You ask Lando. The idea of getting in the same bed with him scares you, but also seems nice. Lando is rather quickly with his answer. He moves himself more to the side of his bed and makes room for you. Without any words you get yourself on his bed.
Together you search a video on YouTube to watch. You try to get comfortable in Lando his bed, but you can’t seem to find your comfort. Lando watches you. He tries to figure out a way to get you in his arms, but he doesn’t know what to say. Maybe he’s still distracted by the thought that you came here to figure out if he was okay. That must mean something right? Not something big, but at least you don’t hate him?
“Come here princess,” Lando eventually says with a soft voice. He lifts his arm up. Hopefully you understand what he means. You doubt for a few seconds, but the need for a comfortable spot is high and Lando looks pretty comfortable. So you move yourself closer towards Lando and search for a position in his arms. When your head is laying on his chest, Lando drapes his arm around your body. Softly he plays with your hair.
“Thank you for coming here to check on me,” Lando tells you. You show him a small smile, “Of course Lan.”
“Lan?” He asks you confused. Since when do you have a nickname for him?
“Is it bad?”
“No,” Lando quickly says, “please keep calling me that.”
The two of you focus on the YouTube video again. When it’s over Lando wants to ask you what you want to see next, but when he looks at you he discovers that you’re already sleeping. There’s a smile growing on his face. Fuck, you look cute like this. And even better, you’re in his arms. Lando puts the television off. Then he’s quick to join you and falls asleep. He wonders what tomorrow will bring, but after today he finally has the idea that he grow a bit closer towards you. Now he needs to make sure he doesn’t fuck it up again.
a/n ; bit of a background story, next chapters will have more tension :)
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If I Lost You
Note - this fic was such a struggle for me but we’re here and we made it 😂 I know I haven’t uploaded in a really long time by my standards so I’d love to know what you guys think and also thank you to my besties for your help on this one, I couldn’t have done it without you 🩷
Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader
Word count - 7k
Warnings - angst and fluff
There was nothing Mason hated more than traffic. Traffic coupled with a later than usual training session was even worse
He’d been sat pretty much stationary for around 20 minutes now, slowly moving every couple of minutes but he hadn’t made it far. Eventually turning his playlist over to the radio so he could listen out for traffic updates but the flashing blue lights up ahead let him know what was happening.
He was right in the thick of it, no option to turn around and go another way, but not close enough to the front to be able to get around it yet and when a few more police cars came up to join the scene he realised it must have been a bad crash.
So he did the only thing he could do and waited. His mind wandering off to far away places that he tried not to visit too often and once he realised he was starting to spiral he quickly switched the radio back over to his playlist so he could distract himself.
It was only around 15 minutes later he’s made it to the front of the line, watching the traffic warden wave a few cars forward at a time to drive into the oncoming lane to get round and soon enough it was his turn.
He knew he shouldn’t have, but there was something making him want to look at the scene as he drove by. Head turning to the left of him to see how bad it was and the sight before him shocked him to the core.
The car was on its side, bonet crushed from hitting a lamppost and he could tell the windows had been broken to get whoever was inside free but after a few seconds the realisation that something was wrong slapped him in the face.
He knew that car. It was yours.
It was the colour that alerted him first. That specific shade of light blue he’d only ever known you to have but as he looked closer he could tell it was the same make and model as yours too. The panic rising up his chest until he thought he might have been sick but the sound of beeping horns shocked him out of his trance.
He couldn’t sit and wait and let himself process anything, the traffic officer waving him forward but it was like he was having an out of body experience. He wanted to get out and find you, the urge to scream your name was on the tip of his tongue but he did as he was told and drove forward, leaving the scene of the crime behind him but he felt too weird to carry on too much longer and pulled into a side street so he could park up and sort himself out.
There wasn’t much he could do, you hadn’t spoken in months and the only other person the pair of you had in common would no doubt tear him a new one if he called asking after you and he also didn’t want to worry everyone if it was nothing. He still needed to do something though and In the end he decided to text you in hopes you’d get back to him soon and settle his mind. You always had your phone in your hand so he knew this was the easiest way to grab your attention and hopefully speak to you.
The rest of the drive home, albeit short, was a nightmare. He couldn’t concentrate on anything and was constantly messing up but he made it back in one piece. Running inside so he could turn the news on immediately, hoping for any sign of what had happened whilst he sat and panicked. Not being able to think about anything other than knowing you were okay.
This was hell, and he hated it. But the way he was feeling for you right now was mostly his own doing.
You’d met Mason a few years ago at the after party for the final of their euros. Your best friend's brother was Rashy and she’d invited you along to watch the final, and although it had ended in heartbreak there was a certain brown eyed boy you and the rest of the world couldn't seem to tear their eyes away from.
You knew it was over for you when he came over to console Marcus, seeing how genuinely kind and concerned he was for his friend made your heart thump and when the pair of you were finally introduced you didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered over you.
He couldn’t stick around too long, needing to get back to his family but you caught eyes a few times throughout the night and when you were at the bar alone he used that as his in to come and speak to you properly.
It was his smile that caught you first, but it was hard not to notice his big brown eyes and musical laugh. In the end standing and chatting until the night was pretty much over and you had to go your separate ways but he gave you his number and made you promise to message him as soon as possible.
You didn’t know what you were expecting from Mason, but what you got was a blossoming friendship and you were more than thankful he was in your life. With you living in Manchester and him in London it was hard to see each other, Mason constantly referring to you as pen pals but you took what you could with him. Going to watch him play at Wembley sometimes and seeing him in the summer or whenever he has some free time for a few days gave you something to look forward to and you loved getting to know him on a deeper level.
It was very much a will they won’t they type of relationship. As much as you adored Mason, you didn’t want things to change and you knew long distance would be hard until just over a year had passed and you decided to take the plunge. The pair of you in Greece with a big group of the other boys and their girlfriends and Mason confessed he hated the thought of maybe seeing you with someone else and was willing to put the work in for you if that’s what you wanted.
And you really did.
Being Mason's girlfriend was everything you thought it could be and more. He was still his cute charming self but you felt free being able to be with him in the way you’d secretly always wanted. Your first kiss being a little awkward but he kept you relaxed and let you go at your own pace. Kissing all over your face until you were ready to try again and now it seemed as if you couldn't get enough of him.
It did come with its own set of challenges though. Being away from each other a lot of the time took its toll and even though when you were together you always made it count, the goodbyes were getting harder and Mason couldn’t stand to see you cry everytime he had to leave again. Or your sad face on FaceTime when you spoke in the evenings when you were apart, wishing he could reach out and touch you but he was never able to give you the comfort he so desperately wanted to.
It was around March of 2023 when it all came crashing down. Mason had a lot on his plate with an injury that wouldn’t go away and Chelsea’s new owners not treating him the way he should have been. You could tell he was more down than usual and planned a trip to go stay with him for a week so he’d have someone to come home to and someone to cuddle after a long day but at first you felt like he didn’t want you there at all.
You still remember the night before he ended it all. It’s like he was back to your Mason for a bit as you made dinner and spoke on the sofa until the early hours until you went up to bed. It was like he held you extra tight that night and whilst you figured it was just because he’d missed you and he’d had a nice night you now wondered if there was more behind it. Maybe thinking he should hold you properly if it was the last time and then out of the blue, he turned your world upside down the next morning.
He tried to give you the usual spiel of it’s not you it’s me and you were about to cuss him out for being so ridiculous but one look at him and you could see how much he was struggling. Telling you he hated that he couldn’t give you what you needed at that it broke him seeing you so down when he already had so much on his plate. You knew he needed to lighten his load, you just hated that it was you that would be cut off.
You didn’t argue with him, it being clear that he couldn’t take it but you spent the rest of your day packing up your stuff into the early evening where he made you stay for one more night so you weren’t driving home in the dark.
You felt stupid, making sure he was okay even though you felt like you were dying inside but you loved Mason and even though this was hurting you more than you could possibly imagine, you kept on a brave face for him. Telling him you’d still be there if he needed you and not to hesitate calling if he needed someone to talk to.
Sleeping in the guest room that night hurt more than anything he’d said to you over the last 24 hours but you remember him coming into your room at around two am as your cries had kept him awake. Holding you and shushing you in hopes you’d get some sleep but it didn’t work and all you wanted was to go back in time and undo everything he’d said but you couldn’t. So you stayed awake and tried to remember what it felt like to hold him, what he smelt like and how his skin felt pressed up against yours.
‘Can we make a deal?’ He whispered all of a sudden and you nodded into his neck in hopes he’d feel it, knowing your voice wouldn’t hold up if you tried to speak. ‘I want you to live your life and forget about me, yeah? Like if you meet someone new I want you to go for it. But in five years time, if we’re both single, do you think we could try again?’
‘I’ll see’ you whispered, knowing he wasn’t happy with that answer by the way he kissed your hairline softly but he let it go. Knowing he didn’t have a leg to stand on after what he was putting you through.
You left the next morning early, him giving you an emotional goodbye on his doorstep but you were ready to go home and be on your own now. Mason asking if you could still be friends and if he could text you and you stupidly agreed before getting away as fast as you could but you only made it one street away before you had to stop for a big cry. Wanting to get it all out before you began your drive home and after 15 minutes you set off again. Your phone going off every so often but you ignored it until you were back in the comfort of your flat and when you saw they were all from Mason you felt sadder than you expected to.
You were curious as to what he’d deleted but you didn’t have the energy to ask so you sent him a quick reply telling him you were fine and going to sleep before taking yourself straight to bed. Too tired to be upset or over think anything and when you woke up the next morning things still hurt but you’d resigned to your fate of being his friend again.
A friend.
So you spoke here and there for a while and even though you were broken it was a fairly easy split. You remained civil and on good terms and it broke you to see how unfairly he was being treated on the field and with his whole contract saga. He kept going though like the Mason you knew and loved but when the news hit he’d had surgery it felt like your world had tumbled upside down.
You felt useless, wanting to help him as much as you could but he was so far away and you’d already used up all your holiday so you did your usual and let him phone you when he needed a chat.
Not too long after his surgery everything seemed to fizzle out. Nothing happened as such but your texts and calls came few and far between until there was nothing and when the news broke he was moving to Manchester you felt too awkward to text him. Not wanting to give the wrong impression that you expected something from him now so you left it so he could come to you.
He never did though.
You weren’t sure why he didn’t, but Mason had his own reasons. Not wanting to drag you back into the mess of his life and the fact you’d stopped messaging him made him think you were done with him and he didn’t have the heart to face your rejection no matter how much you were on his mind.
So he moved to Manchester and didn’t reach out, even though he thought about it everyday, and tried to rebuild his life without you. He was doing well but you were always there in the back of his mind, even thinking he’d seen you a few times and his tummy jumped each time before he realised it wasn’t you. He’d wanted to message you more than anything but he didn’t have the guts, even though you’d both promised to stay friends the messages had become so few and far between and now there was nothing.
As soon as Mason was inside he ran to the living room to put the news on, pausing the TV as soon as it showed the aftermath of the accident so he could get a better look before playing again to where it was panning past what he thought was your car. He managed to stop it at a point to be able to examine it more carefully and he could feel the nerves rippling through him.
Same colour, same make and model, same sticker on the back window with where the car came from, different number plate…
Different number plate.
Mason let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t you. Someone was clearly hurt and that wasn’t good but he couldn’t deny he felt lighter at the fact it wasn’t you who was in harm's way. Falling back into the cushions of his sofa so he could take a few breaths to steady himself.
You were okay.
He felt a little silly now, panicking so much when you were clearly fine but as the minutes wore on he managed to talk himself back into a frazzled state.
He didn’t know what it was, not being able to settle and focus on anything but you. Now you were back on his mind, all he could see was your pretty eyes and perfect smile.
He knew nothing about you anymore. The only piece of information left being the address of your old flat and now he was getting to know the area he knew you weren’t too far away. But he didn’t know if you were there anymore and if he did turn up whatever the chances you would even want to see him?
What if you’d moved on? Surely Rashy would have told him but Mason couldn't stand the thought of turning up at your house and a random guy being there. No doubt he’d be taller than him and funnier and be able to make all the time in the world for you and the thought of seeing you with someone who’s everything Mason isn’t made him miserable.
It was like there was an itch in his brain that he couldn’t scratch, not able to settle as his mind came out with random questions to make him doubt what he already knew. He decided against messaging Rashy, presuming he wouldn’t have much of an idea either and he didn’t want to start worrying everyone unnecessarily if there really was nothing wrong.
Maybe he read it wrong and it was your number plate? Or maybe you’d changed your number plate and it was you all along? Why hadn’t you answered his texts yet either? Was there an innocent explanation or had he missed something and it really was you that was hurt?
The only thing he did know was that he couldn’t stay in and drive himself insane. Eventually coming to the conclusion that a run would clear his head so he quickly changed into some shorts and a hoodie before setting off. No particular place or destination in mind, just the need to let off some steam and clear his mind.
When the rain started to fall he cursed under his breath. Too far away from home to turn around and avoid it and also not done with his run as he was still feeling on edge so he grit his teeth and carried on. Weaving in and out of streets until he started to recognise where he was a bit more.
Maybe it was just a coincidence he ended up here, like in the back of his mind this is where he needed to end up to finally put his mind at rest but as he stopped to get his breath just outside of your building he only felt worse.
Your car which you always parked in the same spot was nowhere to be seen, and the flat he knew to be yours had all of the lights off but the curtains were open. Like you’d been out and not made it home yet to shut them and he felt sick to his stomach at the thought.
‘No no no no no’ he whispered under his breath, not understanding where your car was and it seemed like only the worst possible outcome was the right one.
He knew it was a bad decision to come here but he’d done it anyway and now his mind was spiralling more than he thought possible.
He thought about going home but the need to see that you were fine with his own two eyes outweighed everything else and before he knew it he was running up the path and standing outside your front door with his hand poised to knock.
What am I supposed to say? He thought. I thought you were dead so I came to check you were alright? No, he couldn’t but he knocked before he had a chance to think of anything else. Waiting anxiously as he heard a few noises from behind the door but if you were there then you were taking forever to answer.
As soon as you opened the door he felt his body flood with relief. Your hair was pointing up in all different directions and he could clearly see the pillow marks on your cheek. A shocked and confused expression painted your features as you realised who was standing in front of you but he just felt his heart swell before his face crumpled as he tried to hold the tears back.
‘Mase? Mase what’s wrong?’ You asked, reaching forward to touch him in some way but you second guessed yourself before you got there. Not knowing if he wanted you to touch him but he looked distraught so you pushed your thoughts to the side and pulled him into the doorway. ‘Mase, you’re soaked. Come inside, it’s okay’
‘I’m sorry’ he told you, his voice wobbling as you shut the door and the feeling of warmth engulfed him immediately. He felt self here.
This feels like home, he thought. The place was unchanged from when he was last here and he stood awkwardly in the hall as you shut the door before leading him into the living room just around the corner.
‘Sorry, you've caught me at a bit of a bad time’ you laughed as you tidied the blankets off of the sofa and reset the cushions so you both had a place to sit. Flustered that he’d turned up so randomly and in the back of your mind you wondered if it might have happened one day but you chalked it off as being a silly daydream in the end.
‘Danger nap?’ He asked and you felt your face flush at the way he’d caught on so quickly. ‘Don’t worry, I remember them well’
‘Well I’ve been having them a bit more frequently since I’ve got no one to tell me off anymore’ you joked but you saw his face drop ever so slightly. ‘Take a seat, you want a drink or anything?’
‘I’m fine, thanks’
‘You sure? I’ll get you a tea you look like you need warming up’ you told him softly before scurrying over to the kitchen and he felt his chest warm with how kind you were to him. Hearing the kettle flick down before you came back to close the curtains and then run over to the cupboard under the stairs. ‘Take your hoodie off Mase, you’ll catch a chill. I’ve got you a towel and I’ll turn the heating up’
‘Sorry, this is probably the last thing you needed tonight’ he sighed, grabbing the towel to run over his hair once he’d taken his hoodie off but the shoulders of his top were still wet and now he was sitting here waiting for you he felt silly.
‘No don’t worry about that, I know we haven’t spoken for a while but I always said I’m here if you need me’ you told him shyly. Sitting down next to him so you could place his tea on the table before sending him a reassuring smile
‘I know’ he huffed. ‘I just feel a bit dramatic now that’s all’ he told you, trying to laugh it off but you knew him and you knew something was on his mind.
‘What’s going on? Why are you here?’ You pushed gently, trying to get him to open up a little bit more and when his eyes fell to his lap you weren’t sure if he was about to tell you or not. Thankfully he did after a few moments but you weren’t prepared for the words that were about to tumble from his lips.
‘There’s um… well there’s been this big accident on the main road out of Manchester. It’s all over the news and I was stuck in traffic for like 45 minutes until I could get round it’ he told you but you were unsure as to why he was updating you on the traffic when you’d asked what he was so upset about.
‘Okay?’
‘The car that crashed… well I thought it was yours’ he told you, his voice wobbling at the end and you felt your heart shatter as you realised what was wrong now. ‘It’s the same colour and make and everything and I… well I was out of my mind worrying that… i don’t know that you were hurt or something-‘
‘Oh Mase’ you breathed, cutting him off as his voice got more and more emotional and all you wanted was to pull him into a hug but you weren’t sure if that was what he wanted. In the end you just reached for his hand and you were surprised at how tightly he gripped onto you.
‘Sorry I bet I sound insane’ he laughed, wiping his eyes with his free hand and you felt your heart break for him.
‘No no it’s okay’ you reassured him, placing your other around your already clasped ones. Hoping he’d keep on talking but you let him take his time as he was clearly overwhelmed and upset by everything that had happened tonight.
‘It was on the news and I saw it wasn’t your number plate so I thought you were fine but then i managed to talk myself out of thinking that and I tried to text you, but i didn’t hear anything back but I guess you were asleep’ he smiled, squeezing your hand gently and you smiled sadly back at him.
‘I never got a text from you, I don’t think I did anyway’ you told him. ‘I was only asleep for like ten minutes. I did see some texts but it was a number I didn’t recognise and I thought it was a scam thing so I didn’t bother looking properly cause the number wasn’t saved’
‘A scam?’
‘Yeah I keep getting those texts like Evri has your parcel but it’s damaged and the details are lost. Please send your address, bank details and blood type so we can attempt a redelivery’ you joked and you felt your tummy flip when he let out a little laugh.
‘No it’s my fault, my personal number got leaked a little while back and when I moved up here I thought it would be a good idea to get a new number. I texted most people but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to hear from me so I just kept your number in my contacts. I completely forgot you wouldn’t have it saved’
‘You know that makes a lot of sense actually’ you smiled, watching his eyebrows pinch together in confusion and you thought his expression was adorable. ‘I sort of texted you last week. You know, after your goal? I didn’t hear back from you’
‘Shit, I’m so sorry’ he sighed, his free hand dragging down his face and you could tell he was annoyed with himself as he rolled his eyes.
‘No it’s alright-‘
‘No cause you probably thought I was ignoring you and I wasn’t’ he told you, almost pleading with you to make you believe him but you already did and when you sent him a soft smile he let out a big sigh he’d been holding in. ‘Where’s your car? It's not parked out the front?’
‘Chrissy upstairs moved out and I was next on the list for a spot in the underground car park so I park it down there now’ you explained, releasing how shaken he must have been and still was to know you might have been hurt and when one of your hands let go to touch his shoulder, his eyes snapped up to yours. ‘Are you alright, mase?’
‘No’ he whispered quietly, his glossy eyes looking back down to his lap and as much as you wanted to push him you also didn’t want to scare him off so you sat waited for him to come clean and tell you what was going on in his head. ‘I know it’s stupid but like… I realised if I lost you then… well it felt like my world was ending in all honesty’ he confessed, laughing slightly but you could tell there was no humour in it l. ‘I know that’s dramatic but all I could think about was everything I’d never told you, all the things I’d never be able to say to you again, you know? Never be able to hold you or kiss you…’
‘Kiss me?’ You whispered. Unsure as to why he’d said that at the end as you’d been broken up for almost a year now but you couldn’t deny his confession made your heart jump. If truth be told it hurt more than you thought it would when he didn’t reply to you a week ago and seeing him so heartbroken on your doorsteps just now was a shock. But the words falling from his lips right now were even more of a shock.
‘Sorry’ he mumbled, his voice thick with tears as he shook his head but you didn’t want him to shut down on you now. You wanted him to keep talking, to see if he’d say the things you’d been waiting a year for him to admit so you carried on stroking his skin and letting him get himself together.
‘No no it’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting it’ you laughed, looking up at him to thankfully looking back at you with a small smile on his face. ‘Now’s your chance Mase, what do you wanna tell me’ you whispered, wondering if he’d say anything at all but ever the unexpected he said the last thing you thought he would.
‘I love you’ he whispered instantly. The words sending a tingle down your spine and you almost lost your breath. ‘I’m still so fucking in love with you and the though of you not being around anymore hurt more than I could tell you. Not that I’ve tried, but I can’t love anyone else like I loved you. Like I still love you, y/n’
‘Mase-‘
‘I know it’s been a while and you won’t feel the same but-‘
‘Mase stop’ you whispered, your eyes stinging at the thought of what he might be doing but the sincerity in his eyes kept a spark of hope alive. ‘Are you sure? I think you’re in shock a bit, you may want this now but what about in a month's time? Or two? I can’t go through feeling like that again’
‘I’m sure, i promise’ he nodded, dropping his eyes to his lap before taking a deep breath and you knew he had more to say. ‘I know we said if we were both single in five years we’d come back to each other but that’s too far away for me and I don’t wanna give anyone else the opportunity to have you. People like us, we’re meant to meet in a few years time when we both know who we are and what we want for ourselves but I don’t wanna do that. I want us to work through it all and grow together, you know?’
‘Mase-’
‘I pushed you away when I should have held onto you tighter. I think about you… all the fucking time and I can’t be without you’ he sniffled. ‘I know it’s incredibly selfish of me but I don’t want you to be just a chapter in my life when you’re the whole damn book baby’
You couldn’t help but laugh at his last line, your chuckles seeming to break the tension a little bit as he smiled at you and you could feel your heart in your throat at all the sweet words he’d spilled to you tonight.
‘Sorry I know it’s a lot but I just needed you to know’
‘Well thank you, and you know I care about you so much Mase-‘
‘Oh’ he sighed, trying to remove his hand from yours as you hadn’t told you him loved him back and he felt a bit embarrassed but that wasn’t your intention.
‘No Mase, wait I just… look it’s a lot to think about’ you laughed, squeezing his hand tighter so he couldn’t move away. ‘Just give me some time to take it in, yeah?’
‘Sorry’
‘No please don’t be sorry’ you told him before a quietness settled over you for a moment. Not really sure what you were wanting to say and knowing Mason had said enough for a lifetime tonight so you went back to what you thought you did best. Looking after him. ‘Listen, have you eaten? I’ve got a pasta bake to put in the oven and you know I always cook for about five people’
‘I haven’t eaten’ he laughed ‘Too busy worrying that you'd been flattened’ he joked, rolling his eyes and you couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh at his attempt at humour.
‘Well let me make us something to eat, And we can hang out a bit and catch up, yeah?’ You asked hopefully and thankfully he nodded in agreement.
So you made the pair of you some dinner before getting settled on the sofa. Keeping the tv volume on minimum so you could talk and it was like having the Mason you fell for back with you. But your heart broke even further when he explained to you how hard the last year had been for him, from being sold to the constant injuries and feeling pretty lonely up here some nights when it was just him and his family and friends had to go home.
Soon enough your plates had been discarded to the coffee table as it was your turn to open up. Not that you had as much to say but he was interested all the same in hearing about your life and getting up to date with all the people you used to talk about together. Updating him on your job and all the changes that had been made before he commented on how even with all the changes your flat was still the same and it made him feel happy.
‘Hey Mase?’ You asked quietly when you saw him try to suppress a yawn and you knew he’d realised you’d seen when the bridge of his nose turned red like you used to love.
‘Yeah?’
‘Do you wanna stay here tonight?’ You asked, his eyebrows shooting up in shock as he clearly hadn’t expected you to ask anything like that but now you had him back here you didn’t want to let him go.
‘W-what?’ He mumbled, scratching the back of his head like he did whenever he got nervous but you send him a reassuring smile in hopes that would help.
‘I mean you don’t have to, but it’s late now and I won’t be having you walking home or paying for an Uber. Unless you want me to drive you home-‘
‘No you can’t drive me, I don’t want you driving back on your own’ he argued back but you were both smiling so you let out a little laugh before being a bit firmer with him.
‘So you’ll stay then? And I’ll drop you home on my way to work?’
‘I think that could work’ he nodded but you knew he was shy about it even though he had no need to be.
‘Okay perfect’
‘Do you still keep that blanket in the cupboard?’ He asked and you felt a wave of disappointment flood you.
‘Oh I um…’ you trailed off, realising he’d got the wrong end of the stick and you knew you needed to set him straight no matter how awkward it might get.
‘What’s up?’
‘Well I thought you might want to sleep in my bed? You know like… with me?’ You explained, his face a mask of shock as the words left your lips but you knew you needed to put the idea out there.
‘Oh’
‘Sorry I’m being silly’
‘No I want to, I just didn’t wanna push it you know? I wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted’
‘I do’ you smiled. Holding your hand out for him to take and you felt your heart give a squeeze and he gently took it in his. ‘And I think it might be what you need’
‘I think so too,’ he laughed. A shy look on his face as you walked him through and into your bedroom and once you were inside you sent him a reassuring smile. ‘Get in, I’m just gonna use the bathroom and I’ll be with you’
You left him to sort himself out, quickly applying your skincare and trying to keep calm before returning to your room. Seeing Mason was already in bed and that he was still in his T-shirt but he’d stripped down to his boxers on the bottom half and you caught a cheeky flash of his thighs as you lifted the covers up.
You knew what you wanted, and what he probably wanted too so when you got yourself under the covers you turned away from him as you shuffled up close. Your back against his chest before taking his arm so you could wrap it around your body and you could tell from how stiff he was that he wasn’t expecting it but it only took a second for him to settle down and nuzzle into your neck.
‘I don’t think I need to wait until the morning’ you suddenly heard him whisper after a few moments and you felt your heart begin to pound. ‘I never ended things with you because I didn’t like you or I didn’t see us going anywhere. It was more that I didn't like myself. You’ve been the right person for me this whole time and I knew it long before we were friends, like it had always been my plan to make you mine and then when I finally got you I let you go’
‘Well you know what they say, Mase’ you whispered, holding him to you tighter and you felt him lightly kiss your shoulder. ‘If you love something you should set it free. And if it’s yours it’ll come back’
‘Will you come back to me then?’ He asked, his voice sounding more vulnerable than he intended it to. ‘Cause I’ll always come back to you’
‘I think we can work something out’ you whispered and you felt him stiffen before moving back so he could roll you over to face him. His eyes wide and glossy as he looked at you and you could tell you’d taken him by surprise.
‘Really? You’d wanna try again?’ He asked. Lip wobbling and it all became too much for him so you reached out to stroke his cheek and catch a few of the stray tears.
‘It just wasn’t our time back then, Mase. I get that now and yeah it sucked but if it’s really what you want then it’s what I’ve wanted since things ended’ you told him softly. Kissing the end of his nose as he shut his eyes softly. ‘I’ve been yours from the second you looked at me’
‘I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want this, or if you were seeing someone else’
‘Well lucky for you, you don’t have to worry about any of that’ you told him and you didn’t miss the look of relief on his face. ‘Things will be easier now we're closer okay? We can see each other more and all the things that drove us apart won’t be a problem’
‘You really think it’ll be that simple?’ He whispered, the hope in his eyes made you want to reassure him even further.
‘I think so, yeah. You said earlier you still loved me right?’
‘I did’ he laughed, not meeting your eyes as he blushed and you thought he was the most adorable thing you’d ever seen.
‘I still love you too’ you whispered, so quietly you thought he might now have heard you but from his reaction you knew he did. Letting out a shuddery breath before he hid his face. Giving you room to kiss all over his cheek until he had the courage to look at you again. ‘Shall we go to sleep?’ You offered, noticing how exhausted he was after a long evening and once he’d nodded you turned back onto your side and let him hold you close. Smiling at the way he was kissing your shoulder softly and nuzzled into your neck.
‘Hey Mase? Can I ask you something before we go to sleep?’
‘Anything’ he whispered, and the sound of his voice made your heart jump. Knowing he really would answer absolutely answer anything you asked him and this was something that had been plaguing your mind for a year.
‘That day I left to come home and you texted me the whole way, what did the message say that you deleted?’
You felt him let out a small chuckle, squeezing you a little before huffing and you knew it was something he probably never wanted to admit. You didn’t want to push him if that was the case but after a moment you felt his lips on your shoulder again as he began to speak.
‘It said, I think I’ve made a mistake. Can you come back and we’ll talk’ he told you quietly and you felt your heart pound at his confession. ‘I gave it ten minutes and said to myself if you hadn’t replied in that time then it wasn’t meant to be’
‘Mase’ you whispered, your eyes full of tears as a wave of regret from not checking your phone washed over you but he was quick to reassure you everything was fine.
‘It's okay, I’m glad you missed it’ he laughed. ‘It would have only made things worse probably. I needed that time to go through whatever was going on and realise how much I actually need you. Cause I really do’
‘I’m here’ you mumbled, turning you head to look at him and his whole face lit up as he looked down at you.
‘So am I. And I’m never going anywhere again okay?’
‘Me too’ you told him firmly before he finally lent down and placed the softest kiss to your lips. A feeling you’d waited almost a year for and when he pulled back to look at you, you almost felt disappointed but you could tell he was greedy for seconds. Diving right back in but with a bit more force this time and you let him do as he wished thankful the universe had brought him back to you.
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scars - remus lupin x reader 𐙚
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summary: remus will forever be loved by you and his marauder brothers, all scars be damned.
warnings: mentions of scars (obviously), one nsfw joke (mentions of a handjob).
a/n: there's currently nothing on my mind other than andrew garfield as young remus so here you go <3 pls send some marauders requests!!
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you were sat with the marauders in the gryffindor common room, curled up with remus on the sofa under a blanket, his back resting against your front as his fingertips grazed up and down your arms.
the other three boys, scattered around you, were going on about their most recent prank on snape, all finding themselves very amusing.
"oh y/n, you should've seen the look on his face when he looked in the mirror and his hair was bright bloody green!" james burst out into another fit of laughter from the floor, falling into peter's side (who pushed him off with a playful grin and a "prongs! you almost pushed me into the fireplace, get away from me you git! and you still have that dye on your robes!").
you couldn't help but laugh along with them. sure, you’d felt bad for snape in the past, but it was undeniable that your best friends were incredibly entertaining.
"poor severus, is there no one else to be the butt of all your jokes?" you teased them with raised eyebrows. remus snorted out a laugh in front of you and shook his head in amusement as you playfully tried to rile the boys up.
"snivellus, you mean," sirius spoke from the armchair to your left, his face graced with his signature smirk. "and no. actually, we were planning on doing this one to that ravenclaw boy, clyde, but we couldn't let this greasy little git off the hook after what he said about our moony," he continued, his tone falling serious, "those two black eyes i gave him in the courtyard weren't enough for my liking. we needed to humiliate him."
he was right. snape had made a big announcement about remus' scars in charms class when he reached up to grab a book and his shirt rode up a little (because remus lupin was a marauder, of course he only had his shirt half tucked in at the most). he called him a monster, and said that there is no room for someone who looks like that in hogwarts.
"don't forget about that bruise y/n/n gave him too," peter chimed in, making the other boys chortle as you flashed them a proud grin. "you smacked him real good in the middle of class."
"yeah, damn right i did, wormtail."
you knew it was a sore subject for your rem, who's scars were always on his mind. especially now, only three days after the latest full moon. he was still sore, his body aching and sensitive to every touch.
he let his head drop back against your shoulder and relaxed at the feeling of your fingers playing with his hair, gently scratching and massaging his head every now and again. as the other marauders continued on with whatever their new subject was, you let your other hand slip under remus' shirt, tracing random shapes onto his skin.
you felt his body tense up again when you reached a scar. after all this time, remus was still so scared that you'd wake up one day and see him as the monster he believed himself to be. you placed a gentle kiss to his temple before leaning close to his ear to whisper to him, "you know it's not true, right?"
remus hummed quietly in response, his eyes focused off somewhere in the distance.
"you are not a monster, rem, you hear me? snivellus is a right dick who has no idea what he's bloody talking about."
he couldn't help but smile slightly at your swearing (which just sounded so cute coming out of your mouth) and the use of that nickname, which you hardly ever used for snape as you didn't want to be mean. but all worries about meanness be damned after what he said to your moony.
"and for the record," you spoke softly, moving the hand that was in his hair to his jaw and gently turning his head to look at you as you flashed him a smile. "i think you're pretty damn handsome."
the light blush that dusted over his face didn't go unnoticed by you and remus returned the smile before leaning in to kiss you softly. "thank you, m'love. what did i do to deserve you, hm?"
"oi, lovebirds," sirius interrupted your little moment when he noticed your hand (albeit totally innocently) under the blanket. his smirk had grown and he wiggled his eyebrows at your position. "y/n/n, stop jerking moony off and help us plan our next prank on snivellus."
you groaned loudly, face flushing in embarrassment as james and peter burst out into laughter again.
remus, on the other hand, was unfazed, still sporting his lovestruck grin as he tossed a cushion at sirius.
"piss off and let me snog my girl in peace, pads."
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ASK COMPILATION ABOUT THE WEIRD DROW
Replying to a couple of shorter questions! Sorry that I can't get to all of you lest this blog just turns into a stream of constant asks, but I read all of your messages and to be honest there are several that I'm saving to draw something for 😭 alas there are only so many hours in a day.
Thank you for all the support and interactivity as always!
He takes fairly good care of things he considers important or useful - otherwise he's pretty messy or at least indifferent to mess. Definitely a "leaves the wet towel on the bed" guy LOL
Okay so I was bad and not used to DnD mechanics or spells the first time I played the game, so I RARELY ever cast Speak With Animals and had very little sense of their personality during his campaign - BUT THERE WAS THIS ONE TIME WHEN I DID.
THERE WAS ONE TIME WHERE I REMEMBERED.
AND IT WAS PERFECT.
He adores and most of all respects this intense little guy with his whole heart.
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Serious answer: he respects wild animals far too much to try and make one into a pet.
Non-serious but still true answer: He would never do that and have to deal with Astarion's incessant Drizzt Do'urden joke comparisons for the rest of his existence. That's that man's personal hell.
He's fairly adaptable! But as far as dynamics go, he does lean bottom regardless of who he's with in bed, but this doesn't necessarily translate into always being on the receptive end of things.
If he were to be with a cisgender woman who doesn't wear a strap like its a second pair of briefs, he would be more than happy to be the pitcher the majority of the time. I think the only scenario where he would be dissatisfied is a restrictive one - he couldn't be with someone who doesn't want to enjoy his whole body in earnest, or who can't flip the roles every once in a while. Also, you have to be a little gross. He has probably caught Astarion off-guard with the things he did on a whim/suggested they do more than once. All in all, as long as whoever he's with is versatile and not a prude, they could probably make it work.
He killed Minthara in her lair and all he got was a bear out of it. Good thing killing her was it's own reward!
MAN... Could just be that his story is far too concrete in my brain already, but it's hard for me to see that working. They are both far too out of touch with their emotions and quiet in their demeanor for me to envision a durable romance sparking. Also, DU drow (who has no clue how old he is himself) thinks of Shadowheart as being far too young for him.
There is a mutual understanding between them that there is a barrier that neither of them is willing to let the other get past - and because that is something they both share, they won't, and they might never try. They work so well as friends because of their similarities, but in a relationship I think that would be to their detriment.
Also, I think silver-haired Shadowheart's wants and needs for her future far diverge from DU drow's chaotic lifestyle, ultimately It's probably best for them to make their own paths.
HAHAHAHA LISTEN.... YOU'RE TALKING AS IF THOSE TWO THINGS DON'T GO TOGETHER PERFECTLY WELL BUT IN MY MIND THEY ARE ONE AND THE SAME.
The thing about DU drow is that he might be a bottom, but he's a very... Uh, engaged bottom. He can be as dominant with a dick in his ass as he can be submissive depending on how it jives with his partner- and he's gonna spew some nonsense either way LOL
Either way... I feel ya brother 😔🍑
He did it himself during a dinner Gortash invited him to. At the table. With a meat knife. He was trying to prove a really stupid point/put Gortash off of him.
I have a script for this and I still need to draw it someday! 🤦♂️
He doesn't think anything of it now - it's so far in the past and DU drow obviously isn't the judgemental type when it comes to sordid individuals LOL
As a person, however, Astarion likely wasn't the kind of guy that he would have gotten along with, and vice-versa. Sounds to me like he was pretty poshy and did all his misdeeds under the table - DU drow wouldn't have strong feelings about it from an ethical standpoint, but he wouldn't respect it either. Also, DU drow's is practically anarchistic in his political views - soooooo not much room there to be in love with politicians. I'm sure pre-vampirism Astarion would have less than favorable opinions about him as well so the feeling would have been mutual LOL.
ABSOLUTELY NOT HE NEEDS BOTH EYES TO CUT THROUGH FOES he will gladly put Gale on the slab to see what happens though LMAO
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What are the Mane 6's lives like in the Swap AU?
I’m not sure if you mean swap main 6 or fim main 6 so I’ll do both
Cheese sandwich runs sugar cube corner and plans the parties in ponyville! He’s very goofy and even has a pet chicken, her name is boneless. He has no family, but the cakes quickly integrate him into theirs (they’re not swapped with anyone)
Pinkie pie travels though equestria spreading cheer! Once she left the rock farm and first saw cheese throwing a party, she’s been estranged from her family ever since.
Sweetie belle is a popstar, she puts on shows all over equestria, but prefers ponyville as it is her home of course.
Rarity is still a dress maker, but as she’s so young she hasn’t yet found it’s what she wants to do most in life. She’s sees it as just a hobby.
Scootaloo is a master trick skater, and a bit of a menace. Many see her as immature, but she’s just having fun in life!
Rainbow dash really just want to fly! She looks up to scootaloo a lot, wanting her skills and confidence. She’s just a bit too clumsy, and her overprotective parents aren’t much help to fix that.
Big Mac is a skilled apple harvester, and make up guru. Sweetie belle commissions dresses from rarity for him sometimes, as he is her best friends younger brother.
Apple jack is the youngest Apple sibling, and daddy’s girl. She’s ambitious, emotional, and maybe a bit too honest.
Discord is a kind creature who lives on the outskirts of ponyville, right next to the everfree forest. Ponies are a bit scared of him due to his appearance, but they grow to not judge based on looks quickly. He’s still a little insecure though, but his animal friends know just how to cheer him up.
Fluttershy/flutterbat is a bat pony nearly a century old. She caused an entire famine before her containment, and she promises she’ll do it again if she pleases. She can be cruel, and knows just what to say to make somepony cry. She uses her stare to hypnotize others into doing her bidding.
Spike is the guardian/dad of Shining Armor and Twilight Sparkle. He’s more brawn than brains, and is impulsive in nature. He moved to ponyville by order of princess Luna, and is a bit nervous due to not feeling very accepted in canterlot. He quickly makes friends, and takes Twi practically everywhere with him.
Twilight sparkle is a filly, and definitely still a bookworm. She’s more outgoing than in fim, and is a bit sad to leave her old friends, but promises she’ll visit! She’s the brains of the group, letting everyone know what danger lies ahead.
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22-05-2024
Pairing : teen! best friend! SukunaX Reader
Genre : fluff, non cursed au!, comfort
Summary : You broke up with your douchebag of a boyfriend (finally?), of course Sukuna is there to comfort you.
Wordcount: 1.7k
Not proofread sorry-
I broke up with him
With a confused look, Sukuna glances at the message that pops up on his phone. He's currently out with some friends, hanging like he often does.
Y/N, his best friend, would usually come along too, though since her relationship she'd been coming along significantly less.
He's met the dude before, twice. Once when he picked her up from one of their dates in midnight, and once at a restaurant because Y/N begged him to. He's openly disliked him both times.
With a huff, he replies.
Good, he's a fucking waste of space
It doesn't take long before Y/N starts typing again.
You don't get it
I didn't want to
I did it because there's no space for me in the relationship
I still love him
Give me a second
I'm on my way to you
Y/N starts typing again, probably to tell her best friend that she wants to be alone, but he won't let her. Greeting their shared group of friends, he announces that he's leaving before getting into his car.
Thankfully, the way over is short. And coincidentally, Y/N and Sukuna are neighbors who live across from one another.
It doesn't take long before he's stood on her doorstep, nor for her younger brother to let him in, informing him that she's crying in her room.
Sighing, he knocks, before opening the door.
" Hey. " He says with a bit of a scowl on his face.
Everyone knows that Sukuna hates when Y/N cries.
Y/N sniffs, trying to form a reply, though as she starts trying to break her sobbing, he's quick to make his way over to her and wrap her in his arms.
As expected, she completely breaks down, sobbing into his shirt. He doesn't really care about the odd feeling.
They stay like that for a bit, until she breaks apart to wipe her nose.
" I don't get it. I know he's an asshole. But you're the one who broke up? " He asks.
She nods, now slightly calmer than before.
" Y-Yeah. T-there's no space for me. -" She starts explaining between the sobs which wreck her body.
" I-I tried to fix our issue- I r-really did. But no m-matter what I did or said- it wasn't enough. " She cries again.
Sukuna huffs at her words. " He's a douche, love. How long have you two been together? "
" N-nearly 7 months. "
" And didn't you pay for like 5 months for whatever activity you two did or the travel expenses? Dude lives 2 hours away by train after all. "
" Y-yes, b-but-"
" Hell nah. Y/N, he's a loser. He didn't even hold the door for you to get into the car. Besides, remember the restaurant incident when you had me meet him again? " He points out.
With another sob, she quietly nods.
Sukuna, Y/N, her, now ex, Nick and their friends Yuji (Sukuna's twin), Megumi, Kugisaki, Satoru and Suguru had been seated in one of Y/N's favorite restaurants, a japanese curry house when it happened. Nick had always been over confident and arrogant. He could admittedly hold a good amount of spice, but not enough to challenge the chef, which he did. Not only was he suffering through the entire dinner, but he also threw it all up in the metro station garbage bin later.
All of their friends had actively disliked him since then. Suguru and Sukuna especially. Suguru was a bit older than Sukuna and Y/N by 3 years. Due to stuff that happened between Y/N and Suguru, he had caught feelings, though never the confidence to ask her out.
Although Sukuna did not get along with Suguru's pain in the ass best friend Satoru, he does support Suguru in a relationship with Y/N.
But sadly she met Nick before Suguru had found the confidence to ask her out properly. That doesn't mean he lost feelings though.
Ever since that incident, the entire friend group had been hoping that she'd dump Nick.
" Y-You don't get it. I-I love him. Yet a-all he said when I told h-him we're through is O-Okay. H-he didn't even care. D-Didn't go in a way l-like 'why, we can fix this.'" She sobs, pulling her knees to herself.
With another sigh, he pulls her into his embrace easily. He knew she loves him. He knew she didn't want to break up with him.
" That's because he's a douche. But just cry it out, you'll eventually find someone so much better. Someone who actually cares about you. I'm curious now though- why now? "
" H-he's got exam weeks. A-and because of that, he kept saying that everything I told him which was bothering me- there was like no time to talk about that. And this has s-started since 3 weeks ago. " She sniffs.
She's finally started to calm a bit down, tightly holding onto Sukuna's shirt as she sniffs and cries.
He hums quietly. " I see... I think it's better this way. If he can't even give you proper attention or communication during exam weeks, then how would you ever be able to build on him when actual life hits? " He wonders out loud, adjusting himself so he's leaning against the headboard.
She hums with another sob.
Sukuna's never been good with relationships. He never really held one for long enough to understand what it feels like for her right now, though he does understand that she loved him ( a horrible decision in his opinion) and that it therefore hurts a lot.
From his point of view, Nick does not give a fuck about her well being at this point. He might not be the one to break up, but letting go of a 6 month relationship with a simple 'okay' does imply just how serious you are about someone.
Sukuna and Y/N have had a bunch of fights too, some particularly nasty ones too, but not once have either of them let go of one another completely. The longest they've gone without talking with one another was probably 3 days.
Y/N's phone rings, but Sukuna is quicker to pick up her phone than she is.
Knowing she wants to pick up, he sighs and hands it to her.
" Put it on speaker. "
With a nod, she does as she says. She asks for Nick's address so she can dump his stuff tomorrow and although Nick keeps talking, she hangs up.
Feeling proud of her, Sukuna pats her on the head. He didn't exactly expect her to do so.
However, he calls again, and this time she picks up again.
" What? " She huffs.
" I wasn't done talking. "
" Right, well talk. " She allows him.
Sukuna kinda wants to whack her in the head for that.
However, its followed by Nick basically pointing all their relationship errors to her and adding the question 'if she knows what she's just done'.
Satisfying Sukuna once again, she defends herself, before hanging up once more.
" He's got loose strings. I swear. " Sukuna points out.
She hums.
" Didn't you dream about it? " He asks, as the two cuddle up.
" Yeah. It went exactly like in my dream too. Which is ironic because after I dreamed that I had messaged him in complete panic, telling him that I didn't want to break up. And now I did, exactly like in the dream. " She answers quietly.
He hugs her a little tighter.
" I swear, your dreams are creepy sometimes. "
It wasn't the first time she's dreamed something and it happened.
She hums.
For a bit the silence settles, and he doesn't miss how her eyes constantly shift to her phone.
" Let's swap phones for a week or two again. " He decides, taking out his phone.
" B-but-"
" No buts, we've done it before. Though this time, don't log into your accounts. " He tells her, taking her phone and tucking it in a spot away from her.
He hands her his phone. She knows all the passwords. He doesn't like her wacky Android which needs a battery replacement, but he doesn't mind swapping his iphone so she won't be making stupid decisions like going back to him.
With a puff, she takes his phone, putting it down where her phone previously was.
" You'll be okay, love. Don't worry. I've got you. "
" I love you. " She mumbles.
Completely exhausted and heartbroken, she doesn't take long before she falls asleep.
Once she's finally quiet, he finally responds.
" I love you too. "
He presses a kiss to her head before turning her phone completely off and falling asleep with her.
[ A/N: Am I back? Idk. Either way, I just broke up with my boyfriend, so most of this is based on real experience. Except I do not have Jujutsu Kaisen best friends. ( Also, the Japanese restaurant story did happen. We were on a date and he pulled that. It was just the two of us though. The dream happened too. Much much more happened. )
Either way, would anyone like a part 2? Don't you wonder what's up with Suguru and you? Or do you maybe wanna go down memory lane and see what happened between Nick, you and Sukuna? Or maybe you'd like to know what Sukuna did now that he's got your phone with the entire conversation you and Nick had. All an option. : ) ]
#idkeitherman#jujutsu kaisen#sukuna#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen fluff#comfortfic#jjk x reader#jjk
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Hiii!!
I was wondering if you could write something for samy and will based on this article: https://www.nhl.com/canadiens/news/my-man-mireille-boutin-on-michael-pezzetta?utm_source=twitter&utm_medium=post&utm_campaign=CHCcontent&utm_content=EN-0514-MyMan
Basically the nhl team’s media people asking the players’ significant other questions about them. Thanks so much :))
my girl: will smith on samy hughes
hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)
nhl elite prospects interviews will about samy & their relationship!
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this was suppperr cute to write. i swear will’s a yapper when it comes to talking about samy. i switched it from the article so it was will talking about samy, hope u don’t mind, but i loved this request!!
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"we've been best friends since we were kids. everything just makes more sense when i'm around her."
UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN — samy hughes is known for her tough offense on the soccer field.
but off the field, she's the "best person i've ever known," according to her boyfriend, will smith, a boston college forward.
while in san jose for a development camp, the nhl elite prospects were able to catch up with smith to ask him how he's been doing, including how his new relationship's been treating him.
TELL US ABOUT YOUR DYNAMIC GROWING UP.
it's funny because we never hung out by ourselves a lot when we were kids. i was pretty attached to her older brothers [quinn, jack, and luke] and she was attached to my sister [grace smith], so we never really hung out that much until we were older. although, we always got along. when we did hang out we enjoyed talking to one another and poking fun as if we were siblings. we really didn't get closer until i moved up to plymouth for the usntdp.
WHAT CHANGED YOUR RELATIONSHIP FROM FAMILIAL TO ROMANTIC?
at least for me, as i got older, my feelings started changing towards her. i started seeing her as an annoying sister less and less and the more we hung out when i was in michigan, the more attached i grew i guess. we started just..doing stupid stuff together and i just really liked hanging out with her. all the times where i thought the things we did together was just a sibling dynamic, i slowly realized it was a lot more than that.
WHAT DID YOU GUYS DO ON YOUR FIRST DATE?
i took her out to dinner in ann arbor and then we walked around for a bit before sitting on a bench and just talking for hours. it was definitely weird at first, but we eased into one another and it was fun getting to know her on a different level than what i've always known her as.
WHAT ATTRACTED YOU MOST TO HER?
her personality for sure. she's super outgoing, always knows what she wants, very independent, super caring. we're very similar in many aspects, hence why we're best friends. she looks up to her brothers a lot which i admire because i also look up to them. i also enjoy her extensive knowledge of hockey because of her family, so it's easy talking about the game with her. she's just always been someone i go to when i need a shoulder to lean on and it's just so easy with her, you know? i love getting to call her so we can talk about our days together.
OF COURSE, HOCKEY'S IN SAMY'S ROOTS. DO YOU GET HER ON THE ICE WITH YOU EVER?
oh yeah, 100%. whenever we're back at michigan or in boston, we're on the ice. she's the one dragging me outside sometimes so we can play 1v1 or something. she's always had that love for hockey even if she doesn't play competitively anymore. i also love seeing her out there because it's what bonded us when we were kids, so it's nice still getting to go out and do it with her. somehow she still beats me too. she doesn't play for 4 months and then we're back on the ice together she scores 3 goals before i can even get the puck in my possession. the guys chirp at me whenever that happens if they're around.
HOW OFTEN DO YOU WATCH HER SOCCER GAMES?
every single one of them are on my computer. it doesn't matter what i'm doing. as soon as the live stream starts, i'm booting it up to watch. the guys love watching her play, so i always get to turn it on the tv and then we scream at the stream for two hours together.
SPEAKING OF THE GUYS, WE HEARD SHE HAS A GREAT RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR LINEMATES AS WELL.
leno and perreault absolutely adore her which i think is really sweet. i was a little worried when i first introduced all of them back when we moved to mich, but the three of them grew close really quickly. sometimes i think they're more excited to see her than i am and that's saying a lot.
WE HEARD HUGHES IS A GREAT COOK. HAS SHE COOKED ANYTHING FOR YOU?
when we're at the lake house she loves cooking all of us breakfast. she makes a great omelette and french toast, like, the best i've ever had. we all go crazy for her breakfast in the mornings.
DO YOU GUYS EVER TRAIN TOGETHER DURING THE SUMMER LIKE RUNNING OR WORKING OUT?
i'm not a huge runner, but sometimes i will run with her when she goes out, or i'd bike along side her. our training schedules are pretty different, but when we're in the offseason we'd occasionally hit the gym together or do some casual workouts that won't kill us. she knows what the hockey training is like so it's no stranger to her when she does follow my lead. soccer, on the other hand, is a lot more sprints and footwork which is sometimes helpful for me.
CAN YOU TELL US ABOUT SOME OF SAMY'S BEST QUALITIES?
shes a huge team player. she's always looking out for those girls on her soccer team, helping them run drills, being someone to talk to—i really admire her for that. she's got a real big heart too. her love is so contagious. she's dependable, trustworthy, kind, beautiful—the list could go on coming from me.
ANY LAST WORDS YOU WANT US TO ADD?
i love her, haha. our parents knew way before us that we would end up together before we even knew. we've been best friends since we were kids. everything just makes more sense when i'm around her. this is probably corny, but i wanna spend the rest of my life with her. she's my rock.
#will smith hockey#hughes!sister x will smith au#samy x will#samy hughes#boston college hockey#boston college#umich hockey#will smith x oc#uofmichigan#will smith imagine#bc eagles#bc eagles lb#umichsoccer#umich soccer#umich wolverines#boston college hockey blurb#boston college imagine#boston college hockey imagine#umich imagine#san jose sharks#sj sharks#w.s.6#ws6#will smith hockey fluff#w.smith
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hi! if your still doing requests could you please do rebekah and her daughter reader? literally anything haha just rebekah and her daughter❣️
Rebekah Mikaelson as your Mom
You guys would be very close, like best friends close
You could tell her everything without feeling judged, she'd always be there for you
Watching cheesy rom-coms together all snuggled up on the couch with blankets and popcorn
^kicking all your uncles out so they don't disturb you guys
You'd have a special bond with your mom
She'd spoil you rotten and no one could stop her
Would be just as lost as you if you ever needed help with homework
^that's an uncle Elijah question
"Mom! Uncle Kol won't leave me alone" You groan. You walk into the library, arms crossed. Kol is following right behind you. "I am not, I'm just asking a couple questions" He also crosses his arms.
"Last I checked, I had only one child" Rebekah puts her magazine down. "Kol, if you keep bothering my daughter, you're getting a time-out."
"What?! H-how is that- What? You-you can't do that!" Kol sputtered at being talked to like he was a child and his sister's acting as his mom.
Rebekah raised an eyebrow and gave her signature glare to her younger brother. "Fine" Kol huffs before trudging out of the room.
"Thanks, Mom" You sit next to her on the couch. You cuddle up to her and she wraps her arm around you. "Anytime, Sweetie" she kisses the top of your head.
"Are you sure Uncle Kol isn't adopted?" You look up at her from where your head rests on her chest.
"I wouldn't be shocked if he was" Rebekah smirks, making you chuckle.
"What are you two laughing about?" Klaus comes into the room and heads over to the alcohol cart. "Nothing," You both say at the same time.
#rebekah mikaelson#rebekah mikaelsonx reader#rebekah mikaelson x daughter reader#rebekah mikaelson x female reader#rebekah mikaelson x fem reader#elijah mikaelson#kol mikaelson#klaus mikaelson#uncle kol#uncle elijah#uncle klaus#kol is the youngest sibling#and you can't change my mind#cute#imagines#fluff#thevampirediaries#writing#fanfic#theoriginals#legacies
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Best Friends Brother|MYG
Description: Your best friend's older sexy brother. The older one. Smart. Intelligent. The one who advises you about life ever since you were a kid.
Warnings: age gap, reader is 20, Yoongi is 27, Soft Dom Yoongi, Mentions of insecurity indirectly, Unprotected sex, slight fingering, appreciation, nipple sucking, after shower after care, cute stuff?
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You and your best friend Mina were now eating pizza and sharing reels to one another, meeting after a long time and having big plans.
But this is what you were actually doing.
Nothing.
But it was comfortable.
Mina's phone ringing interrupted you as you looked at her lazily picking up the phone and putting it to her ear.
Just like Yoongi, you thought.
You shook your head, it had been too long since you met him. He's probably busy with some music projects in Seoul.
Meanwhile you and Mina went to different colleges and met up like this after a long long time, fixing your schedules when free.
"Oh you're here? Sure sure, yeah", You heard her say, as you curiously eyes her. She was getting up after cutting the call.
"It's Jungkook, you know the guy who was three years our senior?", Mina said and you nodded still confused as to where this conversation was going.
"Yeah, the jock guy", You replied casually.
"Well I've been going out with him for a while, and he's outside.. I'll be back by the night?", She asked but didn't really ask as she was already putting on her socks after jeans.
"I didn't even know how long you've been dating? Is he good? Seemed like a Playboy back in the day", You asked completely not expecting that. She hasn't told you she's been dating for a while?
"Three months, will see you. I'll probably be late cover for me yeah?", She said leaving you alone in her house.
You were supposed to catch up, watch a scary movie at night, do your face mask and stuff. Just you and her.
But in these two years ever since you joined colleges you've been drifting apart, it's no secret.
She can feel it, you can too. Always inseparable during school, best of friends and all that shit just going into trash as soon as you joined.
Your personalities were really different and in the back of your mind you already saw this coming.
The bell rang making you frown, no one was supposed to be here.
Her parents have gone out for the weekend hence your plan of staying, her brother's in Seoul and she possibly can't be back so soon.
She clearly stated that she'd be back by night.
You walked to the door, your over thinking ass wondering if it's a serial killer as you opened the door.
It was quite the opposite. It was Yoongi. With a big ass suitcase. Dresses in dark blue jeans and a yellow T-shirt.
He looked handsome.
"Hi, uhm long time", You mumbled stepping aside giving him a way in.
He was also surprised to see you, hoping for his mom to answer the door.
"Yeah, how you doing?", He asked walking to his room casually as multiple questions popped inside your head.
Why is he here? Is he staying? Did something happen at work? Is he good?
He looked like he lost a lot of weight. He walked back inside probably after keeping the suitcase as you filled a glass of water for him to take.
"Thanks uh, so where's everyone else? Didn't expect you here", He asked drinking his water in one go as you leaned on the counter across him just like he was.
"Your parents are out for the weekend, and I was uhm with Mina, she uhm... She's out buying some snacks for us, I was supposed to stay in your room since Mina snores", You said as he gazed at you nodding at your words.
"Yeah, I didn't really tell anyone so..", He said shrugging at the end and you nodded taking in his words.
"Why don't we sit down?", You walked to his room because Mina's was really quite messy, not like he would mind she was his sister but you just thought it'd be better.
Less messy and probably more comfortable for him, he's back after like an year? Or even longer.
After you were settled down on his bed and him beside you leaning at the headboard you asked.
"Is it fine at your work?", You said looking at him. He was just looking up. He looked pretty, his cheeky cheeks and pretty feline eyes.
You missed this. Sitting like this and talking about life with him.
"It is yeah, although it was getting too much, felt like I wasn't getting a break. So another producer offered me to take off for like a month or two", He explained smiling slightly making you smile.
"Sounds good Yoongi, you got good colleagues", You said following his gaze and staring at the ceiling. Many star stickers pasted on the ceiling.
Back when Yoongi and Mina shared a room and Mina wanted a starry ceiling, her room was their store back then. Then she turned 8 and got her personal room.
"I do, what about you? How's it going at college?", He asked the question you dreaded. You didn't know whether to ramble to him how shitty everything is, the last was two years back.
When you were 18 and were about to start college.
But now things are different. Yoongi has always been smart but he looked even more mature, having work experience too now.
"It's fine", You said but Yoongi could tell it wasn't.
You were different. Introvert. Never opened up to anyone really. He didn't like that you weren't even telling him things like you used to. But then again he was the one who was focused on work never taking a break. Less calls. Less texts.
"Mhm, made many friends?", He asked and you looked at him to find him already looking at you.
"Not really but I'm fine", You shrugged.
"You miss Mina?", He asked.
"Of course I wish she was in my college would've made things easier but that's okay too", You said. You never said it out loud. Not to Mina because every time she talked about her college. She was always doing so good.
"Mina would've come back by now", Yoongi mumbled checking the time and you sighed.
"Look, she's with a guy. Please don't tell your parents, will be back by night", You bit your lower lip waiting for him to react and he shrugged.
"Should've told me Y/N, she's an adult now. Although she shouldn't have left you alone", Yoongi said.
He noticed the pained expression that took over your face, scrunching his face and cocking his face to the side giving you the look.
You sighed. "We've just drifted apart I guess", You let out, rubbing your forehead slightly.
"Impossible, you were so close", Yoongi retorts totally shocked and you smiled slightly.
"We have, ever since college started, she made new friends, a boyfriend, she's having her own adventures that the boring me could never suggest", You chuckled slightly hurt. You thought she'd always choose you even though you can be really constant about your life.
"You literally made her jump roofs", Yoongi exclaimed and you immediately groaned at the memory of the 14 year old you.
"Not that adventure, the smoking, clubbing types. I've never been that kind of person Yoongi, you know it and she has always been an extrovert", You explained a little frustrated.
"Then she's choosing shit if that's what she wants, what about you", He asked.
"I have been the same, not many friends and all, I just miss Mina and I miss you", You said looking at him as he sighed.
"You're really awesome, just don't think you're boring or stuff because your adventure isn't Mina's cup of tea", Yoongi explained and you smiled. Always good with his words.
"You know I'm sometimes jealous of her, because she's so good at it. At communication. Like she's forgetting about me and here I'm stuck with her memories", You chuckled at the realisation that you were saying this to Yoongi.
"Mhm and?", Yoongi asks as you bite your lip. He surely knows you to the point that he understands when you want to say more but won't because you think he'd judge you.
"And, she's good with guys. Don't get me wrong, they come back. And the guy I dated. God he made me feel horrible. Like I wasn't a good fuck, had me scarred for life I guess", You let it out and laughed afterwards masking the hurt with it.
"And you believed him? Didn't even try anyone else? Maybe he was bad at it yanno?", Yoongi argued knows you too well to know you're hurt. Knows you're an overthinker.
"I couldn't try someone else", You said a force in your words, your eyes on him, his on yours, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Why?", He asked.
"Because, I-", You leaned over placing your lips on his.
He's been talking for too long, knows you're fucked. He looks so pretty doing nothing. You just can't help when he's so close to you after so long.
Fuck the besties code that you and Mina never talked about. About not being with each other's siblings.
Your hands settled around his neck as he started moving along your lips after a while. It got hot and wet after a while as you devoured each other.
Yoongi has always liked you, you were so different and adventurous and good at talks completely opposite of what you just told him.
And when you kissed him, for a second he thought he was simply imagining it but here you were gripping on his collar as his hands sneaked around your waist.
You pulled back out of breath.
"Because every time I'm with a guy, you're on my mind. Yoongi would've listened better, replied better", You said pecking his lips in between your words as he just stared at you baffled by your actions.
"Would've touched me better", You said placing yourself on his lap.
"Shit you gotta reply to me Yoongi", You said grinding on his crotch as Yoongi took your hands pushing you back and climbed over you.
"God do you have any idea what you're doing?", Yoongi said as your heart beat fastened inside your chest at the proximity. Your actions registering in your head as you got red and red. "Never took you the one to be so reckless", Yoongi pointed out his lips finding your neck making you gasp.
"Yoongi", You whined as he started un buttoning your t-shirt trailing kisses along it making your skin burn as he reached in between your breasts.
"Was so glad when I saw you open the door", He mumbled against your skin softly making you whine.
"Yoongi, I"- You gasped when he took your nipple in his mouth. You didn't wear a bra knowing only you and Mina would be at home.
"You're so pretty baby, Mina is just stupid", Yoongi says leaning back sitting up and removing his T-shirt.
You both half naked, your cheeks red, chest heaving up and down as Yoongi traced your tummy and grabbed your boobs making you hiss.
"So sensitive here", Yoongi cooed coming down to lick your nippled and suck on them as you pulled on his locks slightly making him groan.
Giving both of your nipples a good suck he trailed his kisses down, biting and nipping on your skin making you whine out.
"So loud, all for me bet that boy didn't worship this perfect body", Yoongi said toying with your waistband.
"Yoongi please I want you to touch me", You whined out as he pulled down your trousers along with your panties.
"I am touching you", He said and you whined making him laugh at you, his gums showing.
He spread your legs for his eyes to see, his laugh fading and his eyes darken when he looked at your cunt.
"You want me so bad, don't you? Look at you baby, so fucking messy, all for me", He said his right hand leaving your leg and coming down to your pussy pushing a finger inside.
"Fuck yes, Yoongi. All for you ", You mumbled your breath catching in your throat and he pumped his finger in and out making you moan.
"I know", Yoongi murmured pulling down his jeans along with his boxers and holy fuck. You've never seen anything so big, not in porn, never in real life.
He was big and thick and perfectly long.
"Yoongi you're so beautiful", You moaned out feeling the need for him to be inside. "Please put it inside me", You said seeing slight pre cum leak out at your words.
"You have no idea what you're playing with, you want me so bad yeah?", Yoongi said pressing the head of his cock to your clit rubbing it up and down.
"I'll cry if you don't", You said out of frustration, not thinking before you spike making Yoongi grin.
"Would love to see that, will see that someday", He said pushing his full length inch by inch inside you as you opened your mouth and closed your eyes. Taking him in.
"Shit Yoongi, you're so so so big", You said out of breath and Yoongi leaned down pressing his lips to yours.
You could feel his veins rub against your pussy walls as he shifted slightly making you wince.
"So tight, so fucking tight. My fucking pussy", Yoongi rambled and gave you a long, slow but powerful thrust making you gasp.
"Yes, yes yours. God feels so heavenly", You said as he started thrusting in and out.
His dick filling you so well, reaching deeper with every thrust.
His hands holding yours above your head as he thrusted inside your pussy repeatedly and harshly.
"Yes yes yes yes Yoongi Yoongi Yoongi Yoongi Yoongi", You chanted like a mantra making him groan.
"Whoever said this is bad can fuck themselves, this is the best. Made for me. Mine", Yoongi growled sitting on his heels pulling you towards him holding your legs up as he thrusted inside you violently.
"Holy fuck, fuck, yoongi. Yoongi. Yoongi. Yoongi. Yoon- ah fuck - gi", You moaned feeling the knot in your stomach tighten.
"Fuck yes, tell everyone who's making you feel good. Who do you belong to baby? My pretty baby", Yoongi moaned his thrust getting sloppier and faster.
"You Yoongi", You cried out. "I am gonna"-
"Me too", Yoongi growled.
"Inside, Fill me, I'm on pill", You moaned feeling your orgasm wash over you and feeling overstimulated as he thrusted and thrusted until he came inside you with a groan.
Leaning his body over yours, sweat beads coating his forehead as he kissed you sweetly.
"You are so beautiful", Yoongi said, his voice deep and soft as you smiled.
"You are such a talker when you fuck", You said as he pressed his forehead to yours as you both laughed.
"You make me say things", Yoongi replied, both of you tired but had the biggest smiles on your faces.
"I love your smile, always have ever since we were kids", You mumbled taking his face in your hands and tracing your fingers over his gums.
"Ahan, is that so?", Yoongi asked and you giggled.
"Mhm, let's take a shower?", You asked making Yoongi get up as you both took a shower together. Bathing each other and talking.
"It's not a one time thing, don't overthink", Yoongi murmured drying your hair with a hair dryer.
"I know Yoongi, I'm looking forward to us", You said smiling at him wearing his t-shirt and shorts as he smiled back.
You both laying in your bed, your head on his chest, your arms up in the air as you measured your hands silently.
"You're so small", Yoongi exclaimed and you huffed.
"I'm taller than Mina", You said nuzzling your face in his neck bringing your hand down to wrap around hin.
"Never took you as the cuddly one, can live like this forever", Yoongi said making you smile.
"I know you're tired and want to sleep though, sleepy baby", You said.
"Baby? I'm like 7 years older?", Yoongi mocked and you both laughed. Glad that his age was not a matter of concern but something you were joking about and you hope it stays the same.
"okay baby", You teased, your laughs never fading as you both slept in each other's embrace.
A/N: you can lmk about my errors yk I'm like really new to this😭
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💙 stay by my side by ravenditefairylights
🔒💙 stay by my side
by ravenditefairylights (@ravenditefairylights)
T, 27k, Wangxian
Part of the MDZS Reverse Big Bang: 2022
Summary: “A-Ying,” Lan Wangji says quietly, trying to gauge whether the boy is asleep. Even as the boy’s figure tenses and his head peaks out from the rest of his body to look around, he doesn’t stop shaking. His clothes are wet, Lan Wangji can see in the candlelight, clinging to his skin. Winter has not yet passed. The boy must be freezing.
“Hello?” A-Ying asks hesitantly, looking around. His eyes are big, but despite some suspicion in their depths, the boy mostly looks curious.
“Hello, A-Ying,” Lan Wangji says kindly. “I heard that you prayed to me.”
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a boy, a god and a rebellion against the empire
Kay's comments: THIS STORY!! I love it very much and I recently re-read it and it immediately had me hooked once again. This story really has everything. I loved the historical world building with the cultivation sects having fallen a thousand years ago and everyone living under the Wens' tyranny ever since, I loved God!Lan Wangji, who looks out for abandoned children and makes sure Wei Wuxian finds his way to the Jiangs, where he is raised as Jiang Cheng's and Jiang Yanli's personal servant, I absolutely adored Hanguang-Jun hypeman and the very best wing man Lan Jingyi and I loved how Lan Wangji didn't want to admit to himself that he had fallen in love with Wei Wuxian, very in-character for him. Also, the identity shenanigans were very fun!
Exerpt: “It is an honour to meet you, Lan- gongzi ,” Wei Wuxian says politely with another bow. “This lowly one is Wei Ying, courtesy Wuxian.”
“You have a courtesy name?” Lan Jingyi asks, surprised. Wei Wuxian is used to this surprise and doesn’t do anything other than nod. Lan Jingyi doesn’t pry either—must be the famous Lan restraint to abstain from gossip. “Come with me, I’ll show you to the guest dormitories.”
“Many thanks, Lan- gongzi ,” Wei Wuxian replies. Lan Jingyi takes him through the grounds with only a lantern to light the way. Wei Wuxian has missed his chance to explore, but still… “Lan- gongzi , may this one ask you a question?”
“Yeah, sure,” Lan Jingyi says. When he shrugs, the lantern he’s carrying gets jostled and the light plays on the shadows around them.
“Is it true that the Cloud Recesses have the first temple that was built for Hanguang-jun?” Wei Wuxian asks. “And Zewu-jun?” he adds quickly, in case Lan Jingyi is offended that he’s included only one of them in his question.
Lan Jingyi’s face brightens up under the yellow light. “Yeah! Hanguang-jun is the best —and Zewu-jun, of course, but he’s not as cool as Hanguang-jun, although he’s so close. Zewu-jun and Hanguang-jun were the last cultivators to ascend to immortality before the shift into the Wen dynasty when the cultivation clans were wiped out. They were both sons from the direct family line in charge of the Lan Sect—Zewu-jun was the heir and then the sect leader when their father, Qingheng-jun, also ascended to the Heavenly Realm. Zewu-jun is the god who protects leaders and musicians—you may note that his statues always depict him playing the xiao—he’s a martial god regardless, like his younger brother, Hanguang-jun.”
Wei Wuxian knows all of this, but he doesn’t interrupt. Lan Jingyi sounds as excited to tell him about them as Wei Wuxian is to hear about Hanguang-jun again.
pov lan wangji, pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, god lan wangji, tgcf, tian guan ci fu fusion, historical, sunshot campaign, secret identity, identity porn, identity reveal, worship, angst with a happy ending, age difference, friends to lovers
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#May 2024#Wangxian Fic Rec#The Untamed#Wangxian#MDZS#Kay's Rec#Kay's Favorite#teen#medium fic 15k-49k#MDZS RBB#MDZS RBB 2022#stay by my side#raveditefairylights#pov lan wangji#pov wei wuxian#canon divergence#god lan wangji#tgcf#tian guan ci fu fusion#historical#sunshot campaign#secret identity#identity reveal#worship#angst with a happy ending#age difference#friends to lovers
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𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 (𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲) (𝟐/𝟒)
the title is a lyric from the song 'give me everything' by pitbull (feat ne-yo and afrojack)
𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 (𝟭): 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 (𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱) 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝟐) 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮) 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗼𝘂 𝘅 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗮! 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 (𝗕𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝗔𝗨)
(A/N): hello there, lovelies!
alrightie, not going to lie. I have had a brainrot for this fic since I first published so you get an update ahead of time. the next chapter might take further time as I have started to work in full and I have a conference next week (so my time to actually get any writing done will be abysmal).
as always, though, I'd appreciate any reblog or comment coming my away as they get me writing faster and with more ease!
tagging @ffsg0jo (hope you'll enjoy this as well, gojo's redemption arc is starting)
have a nice reading!
SUMMARY: a duel for love or a duel for honor?
«… if nothing happened why are you both so reticent to marry? I thought… well, I thought that you liked him!».
There was no absolute need for Haibara to air out your dirty laundry exactly like that, as your eyes sought out Gojo’s own above the table and upon finding them you flustered as he didn’t look smug nor confident, if anything he seemed taken aback coming a few steps closer to where you and Haibara were childishly fighting.
He gentlemanly and almost paternally put a hand over Haibara’s shoulder although his gaze wandered to your own.
«I can’t marry lady Haibara out of respect» he commented solemnly.
«Then we duel»
WARNINGS: slightly suggestive (mention of hardons and what happens on the first night of marriage), insecurity, possessive! gojo, period-typical misogyny, nanami being there and being the best, haibara being too overbearing, unrequited requited love, secrets, slightly toxic dynamics, regency au, she-her afab character.
You hadn’t ever thought that you’d be glad to know where lord Geto lived as you knocked at his door right in the middle of the night after the scandal had happened.
After having caught you and Gojo in the garden – and thankfully not a moment before – Haibara had acted like an idiot, incensed by what he thought was the biggest betrayal: his best friend tarnishing his sister’s reputation in a dark garden.
You had been halfway through explaining to him that such a thing wasn’t what he thought, when he had screeched while turning to Gojo:
“You now need to marry her, now”.
Obviously you and Gojo had promptly protested such a thought, insisting that neither of you had done anything badly:
“You were in a garden. Alone” Haibara had promptly reinstated as if you weren’t painfully aware of your situation and the way it threatened your reputation.
Still, if only Haibara could shut his mouth before he gathered any attention, you’d all live happily ever after with you making sure to stay the farthest away from Gojo, after the shitshow in which you had just been caught.
There was no way, though, that anybody you’d be unlucky enough to marry would ever amount, in passion, to the brief moment that count Gojo had offered you and such a thought had you pained and aching although there were more urgent matters to be solved.
“Brother, you don’t have to… it truly was but a coincidence!” you had insisted while Gojo trailed after you.
“Haibara, you know that I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t desecrate your sister like that!”.
Oh the damn rake!
“Well, I do appreciate your earnesty, Gojo, but believe me” and taking a deep breath, Haibara settled your Fate “... you either marry my sister or we duel this out”.
Hence why you were knocking on lord Geto’s household after Nanami, to whom Haibara had entrusted you - the whole ‘never let a male with my sister’ seemed to only stand with less than respectable matches - had driven you here as you had pleaded with him to do so.
“You know that Haibara will get himself killed” you had insisted pleadingly still in disbelief that your brother would duel his best friend for your honor, as they had rushed immediately somewhere more privately as Gojo had suggested “... and I doubt that you want such a thing on your conscience”.
Nanami had agreed begrudgingly as you had thought it good to get the last member of your quartet so that he could try to dissuade Haibara and Gojo from doing something downright foolish.
You felt a tight grip in your chest as guilt filled you wholly and you almost risked knocking on Geto’s pretty face as he wretched the door open wondering who was bothering him at such a time.
«What’s wrong with … baby Haibara?» of course, the silly nickname would stick around, you thought as you huffed lightly.
«Gojo and my brother are about to duel themselves over my honor and I need your help to stop them» you’d have handled the reprimand for being dubbed still ‘baby Haibara’ later, as you saw Geto’s eyes brighten and widen before he simply uttered with an annoyed huff.
«When I told Gojo to go and take you, I didn’t mean to give out a scandal».
«Well, you know how he… wait… come and take me? What… what is going on?».
You didn’t understand fully what lord Geto meant although as he brushed past you after grabbing your coat, you resolved yourself to not receiving an answer. At least in the immediate.
There were more urgent matters as Geto saluted Nanami before helping you get onto your own horse and waking up the carriage rider to get his own ready.
«He caught us in the garden» you, in the meanwhile, revealed «We… well… there was no scandal as we were simply there… I… Haibara is too protective of me, as you must know… for sure».
«I am sure».
Why did Geto have that sarcastic smirk on his face and why did his voice sound equally not convinced.
«Well, it’s better that we rush. Haibara can be quite.. headstrong when it comes to you, my lady».
«… don’t tell me about it».
Thankfully as you had rushed through, you didn’t lose much of the bickering that was going on between Gojo and Haibara in a secluded part of town, as they were promptly distracted by your arrival with your brother moving immediately closer to you and Nanami.
«I told you to bring her home, Kento!» he promptly protested, shielding you from seeing Gojo, whose bright eyes settled upon you in a confusion that quickly became worry.
Was… was it possible that this man truly… cared for you?
One more reason to avoid this entire scene.
«And I told you that you are over exaggerating, brother» you insisted promptly «… you first got mad that I was caught in the gardens with a man and without a chaperone and then you allow Nanami to escort me back home. Alone. What’s the difference?».
«The difference is that I trust Nanami with you, utterly» your brother reiterated, as you felt a brief sense of annoyance at the obvious implication behind his words: he didn’t trust Gojo.
He didn’t trust him, at least, with his beloved maiden sister and somehow this extended to her as well: he didn’t trust her not to fall head over heels for Gojo, and although it was in part true, it didn’t give him the right to assume the worst out of both of them.
Gojo might be a rascal, as she wrote as lady Murasaki, still Haibara wasn’t that much better than him; she knew he enjoyed brothels and drank expensive wine.
Courted women because it was fine with no intention to settle down.
He wasn’t that much better of Gojo simply because he had you as his sister.
Protecting your maidenhead didn’t erase the stain on his own honor.
And it felt more like two children fighting over their toys.
«… you don’t trust me, my dear friend?».
Gojo’s tone was venomous to the brink although it held his usual amability, but both you and Haibara noticed it with the latter gritting his teeth.
«You know that I… I wished for her a good match» your brother insisted «… and now…».
«Nobody needs to know!» you insisted promptly, lightly pushing on your brother’s chest «… you are just dragging this further along than it needs to!».
«What I need is for Gojo to marry you».
Oh the thought terrified you simply.
Not just the thought of having to marry who had swiftly become from your childish crush to your biggest enemy but also because you knew exactly what it’d have entailed to become the countess Gojo.
It was a life that you didn’t wish for and neither wanted.
«… if nothing happened why are you both so reticent to marry? I thought… well, I thought that you liked him!».
There was no absolute need for Haibara to air out your dirty laundry exactly like that, as your eyes sought out Gojo’s own above the table and upon finding them you flustered as he didn’t look smug nor confident, if anything he seemed taken aback coming a few steps closer to where you and Haibara were childishly fighting.
He gentlemanly and almost paternally put a hand over Haibara’s shoulder although his gaze wandered to your own.
«I can’t marry lady Haibara out of respect» he commented solemnly.
«Then we duel» Haibara said with resolution, slamming off the hand on his shoulder with a shrug while you inched forward, stalled only by Nanami to whom you sent a kind smile.
You were truly sorry he had been caught in the crossfire of the night.
After a few weeks of courting, you had resolved yourself to marry him, by the end of the season: he was kind, gentle and didn’t spend half the time an husband should in his house, hence you’d have had a better shot to continue your adventures as lady Murasaki without raising too many suspicions.
And who knows, you had thought back then, you might grow to love other than simply care for Kento.
Still, such a thought was disrupted as you recounted the way that Gojo had touched you in the garden.
That man had known what he was doing exactly: he had wished to ruin you for the other men.
«Haibara!» you called out but your brother refused to hear you as both his friends, Ghetto and Nanami, moved closer to him and you were, again, left with Gojo.
He sent you a small smile, tired and definitely as worried as you before making a turn as well, although he must know that he could do little convincing towards Haibara, as he had always been too stubborn for his own good.
«… please, I… if I can’t get through him, I…».
Gojo stalled and turned to you, again, his eyes looking lightly shadowed by the moonlight that had by now fallen, making this whole thing feel far more illicit, as you shivered lightly.
«What… what are you asking out of me, my lady?».
If your brother wouldn’t have conceded, then… maybe bloodshed could be avoided by persuading the other opponent; you knew all too well that if Haibara and Gojo dueled, things would have gone badly for the former.
Your brother hadn’t ever shot anything that wasn’t a silly rabbit and even in that case with some help.
Gojo mastered anything swiftly and magnificently.
«Marry me» you pleaded, as you felt truly desperate. After you had come to the realization that Gojo and his friend regarded you as nothing but a puppy for their own amusement, you had sworn to never entertain them again, but here you were pleading for him as back then.
«W… what?» Gojo shot back, as he took a few steps aback and you felt the immediate rejection. Still, you persevered.
«Haibara won’t relent, so you must be the one» you stated clearly, highlighting the situation at hand «… if he won’t be the one agreeing, you must do it in his stead».
And after a long moment of stalling silence, Gojo spoke again.
«I can’t… I can’t marry you».
The pain at such an obvious claim was enough to show on your face; you hadn’t entertained yourself with the thought of actually being liked by Gojo after your small rendez-vous in the garden but… had you seriously just been used?
«I… it isn’t just you that I won’t… that I can’t marry» still, Gojo continued and somehow he made it better, although the sting still hit your chest «… I can’t marry anybody, I… you see I have sworn never to have a family or…».
«But you’d let my own be shattered because you had to show me passion in that garden».
You knew that you had hurt him with your inquiring words exactly as he had done refusing your childish proposal.
You were now even, although both wounded on the ground.
«… from this point I don’t… I don’t see why you don’t simply agree. Whether this vow you speak of is true or not. I’ll lose a brother if you go through this while… while you’ll gain a wife, if you listen to me».
And like that you were the first one to turn your back to him this time, not to let him see the pain that you felt: this night you were either going to lose a brother or acquire a husband and either way you’d lose something that you had always wanted for yourself.
«I am an idiot, am I not?» Satorou spoke while Suguru checked his guns for him; he had stopped by his house to procure the weapons for the duel, although he had doubted he'd use them.
He should have better valued Haibara’s own protectiveness towards you.
«Your sudden motto of humility is due to what, exactly, Satorou?» Suguru simply shot back as he put down the gun after having slipped the safety on «… I constantly hear the fact that you are an idiot whenever we talk».
«Actually» he was sprouted on by his friend’s sarcasm «… you are at fault here».
«Me?» Suguru looked at him bewildered «… what have I done to get you to taint baby Haibara’s innocence?».
He felt a growl right in his chest at the obvious implication underneath Suguru’s words.
Still, he held his leash tight: if he had ruined you the last time he had meant to be jealous, he didn’t want to imagine what he could have done now.
Not after the way you had pleadingly asked him to marry you and how easily he had wished to say ‘yes’.
Satorou Gojo, who had promised a long time ago that his dynasty would end with him, was now happily thinking of making a life with you.
He had thought that he’d feel this way as a smug feeling of entitlement over winning you over Nanami, but he had felt cross and aching when you had treated him so harshly after his rejection. He did deserve it, still…
… still, he had no right to feel that way.
Effectively, he was actively ruining your family.
He knew that Haibara wouldn’t have accepted his explanations nor his apologies. Stalling the duel was useless and it was impossible for him to simply shoot in the air.
Not when he knew that Haibara would have seriously had his head.
«I am an idiot, because I swore that vow so long ago» he muttered to himself as his eyes wandered to where Nanami was cleaning Haibara’s guns and you prayed surrounded by your dress and a thick mantle that he guessed must have been Suguru since you hadn’t worn anything like that in the ball.
In the garden.
You looked so small and frail and he wondered whether a simple gust of wind might have swept you away.
He had reduced you like that and hence your life would be terrible with him.
And yet, if he didn’t marry you…
«You are considering it» Suguru’s voice startled him out of his thoughts «… you are considering marrying her, aren’t you».
Caught right in the act.
«I won’t ever give her what she wants» he voiced his own doubts.
«I don’t think that you have noticed it but marriage isn’t about what either of you wants» Suguru spoke thoughtfully, probably for the first time in a long time «… it’s about mutual gratification in some cases. In the best ones, it’s about love, my dear Satorou».
He didn’t love you, that much Gojo knew, but he felt like he cared for you in a way that made him want to be a bit selfish and at the same time generous, as he thought that he could offer you a vow of his own.
«Haibara!» it was adorable the way you both turned to his shouter «… you won, I’ll marry your sister».
He just hoped that you wouldn’t regret such a thing, as he knew that he certainly wouldn’t once a bright smile appeared on your pretty face.
Although it was said that marriage was a woman’s finest day, it didn’t feel in the slightest like that for you as you stayed perfectly still while a chatting maid applied your rosy blush and adjusted the elegant tiara in your hair.
Pure sapphires which had belonged to the dowager countess and now were fit atop your heavy head.
What had you been thinking when you had asked Satorou to marry you?
You had laid the night after he had agreed in bed, thinking that you hadn’t only forced his hand but effectively pushed yourself onto an adventure that you didn’t wish to be on.
You’d be his countess and you doubted that such a title came without heavy tasks, such as the one of bearing an heir to the dynasty and…
… and you had stuck yourself in an undoubtedly loveless marriage.
Although you weren’t such a romantic to think that you’d be actively marrying for love, it felt clear that between you and Gojo, there wouldn’t be anything of the kind with him merely visiting you once after the scandal to ensure that you’d know that everything would be taken care of by him.
Even the precious tiara had been delivered by a servant, having your mother coo softly in your ear about ‘how proud she felt for you’.
You felt disgusted with yourself, in all truth, unable to even write a small pamphlet while your trusted publisher pleaded with Lady Murasaki for an insight as to why count Gojo would be marrying lowly lady Haibara, a childhood friend’s sister.
The rumors spreading around - that you had trapped Gojo, cruelly - weren’t that far off from the truth and such a state weighted upon your head, far more than the embellished tiara, enough that you were glad when your mother excused the maid, insisting she’d attend to her daughter, herself.
“Brides can be such fretting creatures. And I do know what an hissy baby my sweet daughter used to be”.
«I… you are exaggerating!» the easy banter with a woman that you didn’t share much with felt comfortable as you adjusted your hair back, promptly swept on one shoulder by your mother «Haibara was the spoiled brat! Still is!».
«Don’t speak of your brother with such harshness» your mother joked «… although, it is indeed true. He’s outside regarding count Gojo with the utmost suspicious gaze of somebody who expects him to run away at the first occasion».
You couldn’t help a slight frown: neither of your parents were the more aware as to why count Gojo had agreed to marry you out of the blue when the season wasn’t even that far along; your mother had simply clapped happily while your father had expressed ‘what an honor’ it was to have his family interlaced with the one of your husband-to-be.
Yet, you doubted that your mother wasn’t the least aware of what the rumors around such an union were, her own sarcastic remarks being a clear indicator that she knew all too well.
«Mother» your voice was a squeak as you looked at the mirror and saw a pretty woman but felt like a child «… I… I don’t… I don’t know whether this marriage is a good idea».
You expected to be chastised for being so ungrateful for what she had brought for you. For the honor you’d be receiving by becoming a countess by the end of the day.
Still, your mother surprised you gently by caressing your head softly and kissing your forehead.
«Are you scared, my little one?».
You nodded and swiftly you were brought in her arms as you did when you were but a child, pleading for comfort and care.
«I… I trapped him, mother, I… he agreed just to spare Haibara and I… I am not stupid enough to believe that marriages are born out of love and I…».
«Let me… let me summarize your thoughts, my love» your mother interrupted your ramblings «You… you are scared to enter this marriage as you fear there might be no love between the two of you?».
You nodded, not trusting your voice, worried it might reveal far too much, although you were startled when your mother chuckled gracefully.
«Oh, my sweet darling girl! You are so naive!».
«I.. mother, as I told you I am not… foolish enough to believe that I’d have married for love!».
«And yet, you are» your mother’s comment startled you enough to hush you in your protests «… it might not be… the all-consuming love that you read in books or the domestic one we share in this household but I… I do believe that there’s something between you and the count. Has always been since you were children».
«He dreaded my presence. He probably thought I was similar to a dog he could domesticate» you muttered grimly.
«Maybe» your mother conceded «… it was your time to be in love with him. Smitten even, but I have also seen the gaze of the count beside the ones of your brother and it is of a man who’s suffering the wait. I… I think he’s impatient… as now it’s his turn to be in love with you, my darling girl».
Part of you knew that your mother was speaking as a hopeless romantic but at the same time, another was willing to believe her at least for the delusion of a love that could bloom between you and count Gojo.
«… but what if… what if we aren’t… in love at the same time?».
«That’s nothing that a marriage can’t fix» your mother commented gingerly, kissing your cheeks and lightly pushing away as she still read a doubt of unease in your eyes «… what ails you, my darling?».
«I am scared» it went unsaid the reticence you felt for what you were scared of, as your mother’s expression softened again and she regarded you softly.
«He’s a kind man, my sweet. I doubt that he’d ever be able to hurt you. Truly».
And yet, he had already been proved capable of.
The passion shown in the garden taunting you each time you thought about it with red cheeks and a slight warmth in your belly, wondering whether this was what it took to be a wife.
«I hope so, as well, mother».
The wedding ceremony had been… peculiar to say the least: starting with the fact that Satorou had thought that he’d never truly marry.
Still, it was you - little Haibara - who walked down the church nave in a dashing mixture of light blue and periwinkle that sparkled fittingly with your sapphire tiara that had been his mother’s own.
He remembered the haughty way his mother would wear it while he spied from his chambers, being oftentimes caught in the mirror and reprimanded softly.
“Mother, mother, you are so pretty!” he’d chant as a child to pacify her, and she’d always answer back:
“Not as pretty as the woman that you’ll marry Satorou”.
And here you were being the prettiest sight that Satorou had ever laid his eyes upon, confirming his mother’s promise although all the others were forgotten.
Before she had left the crown of sapphires for his future bride, she had also promised him that she’d get well soon and more importantly that she’d give him a little sister; she had died with a child for a fever after the birth and since then Satorou’s father had pushed all his expectation and grief onto his son.
Such bittersweet memories for such a lovely day, Satorou thought as he noticed that you looked as happy to be there as Haibara was calm in giving you away.
A grimace still graced his feature and Satorou didn’t know when his friend would forgive him for having tainted his sister, although he had agreed to marry her.
And while he thought that your brother was ridiculous, he didn’t resent you for your own bad mood.
Why should he?
He had given you no reason to prove that he loved and cherished you and he was the reason why you were there that day.
Hadn’t he been so jealous and so enamored with you, he might have not dragged you along in this sham and maybe you’d be happily married with Nanami by the end of the season.
Not in a compromise with your brother and attached to him by rotten mangles while rumors spread that you were already pregnant and your brother had forced Satorou to marry you.
And yet, in all his selfishness he still was glad that if he had to marry, it’d be you.
Afterall two married people didn’t make a family, he thought back to his father’s and mother’s relationship, although to give you such a cold environment… it seemed almost like a sin, against your joyful but reserved nature.
Still, he had made a vow and he’d have to respect it although it entailed the sacrifice of your happiness.
What a selfish man he was.
And how beautiful you looked in the distance.
Throughout the ceremony your mind had seemed elsewhere and in the celebrations after you had been swept away by respectively, his friends and your own family with Haibara guarding you as a loyal dog while Nanami trailed gently after you.
“She’s my wife, not your own” Satorou longed to say, in a primal way. It was the effect that you made upon him by greeting him coldly and shyly, throughout the whole reception and although he couldn’t blame you, he’d have much preferred your usual banter.
Especially as he knew that by the time the night would have fallen, you’d be left alone in a carriage with your unresolved feelings on the way to his own residence as you’d have to be presented to his staff and collaborators, as the new countess.
The thought thrilled and depressed him greatly as he accepted the umpteenth glass from Suguru.
“It’ll be fine, she always had a crush on you and is just playing the blushing bride” his friend had tried to cheer him up bawdly but Satorou had an inkling that it had been a long time since you had last had even an inkling of feelings for him “Let me know how marriage suits you and I might just take it upon myself, if it’s so thrilling”.
“You, my dear friend, are a shithead” he downed the glass in one go, as he noticed that your mother and you were saying ‘goodbye’ and pointedly he felt Haibara’s gaze upon himself, explicitly stating ‘don’t fuck with my sister, Gojo’.
«I’ll take care of her» he promised to your mother before bowing to your father and he helped you in the carriage, being struck by the fact that after a whole days, he was finally touching your hand again.
Touching you. And as if cursed with the same revelation, you turned to him right as he slipped beside you in the carriage, making the whole thing far more awkward than he had ever thought this trip would be.
It’d be a long one, undoubtedly.
«… and if you need anything, my lady, don’t hesitate to send for me».
The whole discourse of the woman in front of you was useless to your ears as they were already set on the bathtub laid out for your and the fireplace, as while traveling to the Gojo’s county, you had been surprised by a thunderstorm and to process in such a weather was impossible for you and your chariot rider relenting to take refuge in a tavern nearby where they had heard of your marriage and were more than glad to host you.
While you were simply glad for the heat as in the small travel from the carriage to the tavern, you had gotten utterly drenched.
Throughout the entire walk - or better run - you had been startled to discover that count Gojo had always held your hand in his own, gently and tenderly.
Was it possible that what your mother had said might be truthful?
You didn’t want to delude yourself, when you didn’t know yet whether you even loved him that way.
Your past crush had been fascination and the passion you had felt lust, but when he held you so gently…
Still, the contact had been disrupted when he had entered the tavern and asked for two - separate - rooms, raising a few brows as you were a newly-married couple.
Although it’d be better if you didn’t expect anything from count Gojo: he was your husband after all and whatever you owned was now due to him. You’d have to find a new way to continue on being lady Murasaki, though, as it was the sole thing right now that in your life brought you joy.
Alongside the heated bathtub and lighted up fireplace.
Thankfully due to the amount of times you had dressed and undressed yourself to play lady Murasaki throughout the city, you had been unable to undress yourself from your travel clothes and switch into a comfortable nightgown the woman had brought for you. Hair left loose and makeup by now disappeared.
You felt so silly observing yourself in the mirror in such a cozy ensemble especially after the knock on your door.
«It’s me» of course, who else could it be but your husband, you thought as you’d have to get used to it «Wanted to see whether you had settled alright».
«I did, I… the place is comfortable» it felt silly to talk through doors but you doubted that you’d have done so much different from now, with both of your walls raised up high around you «… thank you… for the concern…».
«You are my wife» he stated it as if it was an universal truth «I… of course, it’d be… it’d be my first thought to have you… comfortable. That’s all».
That wasn’t evidently all, but you were glad for this moment as it gave you a truce between your feelings and all. Still, you had spoken too early.
«Would you… would you mind if I… if I came to check you?» and as if it wasn’t clear he added «… in the room».
Considering the last time that you had been close - alone - you shouldn’t have allowed such a request, especially as you were undressed and in your night clothes, and although the thick nightgown held little to no heat, you still felt like this was an outfit in which Gojo had never seen you.
Still, maybe with a bit of spite you swiftly agreed to such a thing.
«… of course, my lord».
And just like that count Gojo entered your room and you couldn’t have mistaken for anything but folly the heated gaze in his eyes, as if he was a beast who had been kept in a cage for far too long, now released and set upon you. It should have scared you but you just felt your back became straighter as you feigned a confidence you didn’t own while his eyes raked over his own.
«Don’t… you should call me Satorou» he muttered, as the beast receded for a moment, his eyes promptly going to your face.
«Not even my brother calls you that» you protested lightly in disbelief.
«Well, your brother is my friend. Not my wife» he commented with a slight smirk as he settled, without asking in the chair nearby to the fire, forcing you to trail after him «… I dread formalities and if you are to be my wife, you shall match my own disposition».
«Which other disposition shall I match, now that I am your wife?».
You had meant to say it underneath your breath bitterly but Gojo still caught upon it as a slight tinge of hurt appeared back on your face, before he regained his usual mellow expression.
«… well, there are many you see» and he first feigned a thinking pose and then smirked lightly «… you shall wake up only in the late noon and dread the courtly gossip but feign interest for the sake of appearances».
«The former seems a delight and the latter is my disposition already».
Gojo seemed almost childishly delighted by you playing right into his games.
«Oh and sweets are absolutely all that shall be served».
«It’ll rot my teeth and then you’ll have to kiss a toothless mouth».
You couldn’t help but immediately fluster as the words left your mouth; the sole mention of a kiss was enough to stir something that went unsaid between you and Gojo, although you didn’t wish to bring such a thing up.
«A pity» he commented gently as his gaze turned to you since you had come to be at his shoulder, standing right behind the chair he was sat in «… I enjoyed kissing it so much».
And here it was what went unsaid to you.
You flustered, readying yourself for a protest that never came as Gojo spoke further:
«Oh God, my lady… I hadn’t realized I had stolen your only chair, please sit!» and he patted his lap as if they were the chair itself, with your cheeks growing bright red.
How could you trust such a man, you thought to yourself: he wasn’t serious and he took all of this as a joke.
You had been right in your first impression after all this time: Satorou Gojo wasn’t somebody who might do good to your heart.
«I prefer to be standing».
«My lady, please don’t make me beg!».
«I am usually the one doing such a thing» again another whisper that reached his ears as he turned promptly to you and this time his usual comfortability was gone; he looked serious, almost scarily so.
«What do you mean?» he asked harshly as if you had just insulted his honor, although you doubted he’d care for such things.
«… you know what I mean» you grew harsher «… you have let me beg after a scrap of you since I was a girl and now… now you agree about this upon my pleading I just… at least don’t belittle me with these grand gestures of caring!».
You didn’t know why the outburst when he had obviously been trying to make the whole situation far more comfortable. Maybe there was something in receiving his pity that was reeling inside of you.
«I… I don’t understand your anger» Gojo muttered right back slightly seething and scalding as he got up from the chair and turned to you, till he was right in your face «… I am simply making the best of an objectively bad situation».
«Oh so you admit that it’s a bad situation?».
How low had you to stoop to be stuck with the man that you had liked throughout your teenhood, just because of a plead you had shoved his way?
The hatred you felt for yourself and the way you had shackled yourself was enough to be anger that was shot on Gojo’s way.
«Because you got stuck with me! It’s why it’s bad!».
It took you aback, the way that although Gojo’s voice was thundering as loud as it was outside, his whole body language seemed to shrink in itself as you felt a strange endearment towards the man that looked right now so much as a boy.
«I know that I… I am not what you wanted and it’s my fault, partly if we got caught in the garden».
«Partly?» you asked confused «… I do remember expressively having told you to move away and leave me be».
«And yet, you didn’t run away when I first touched you».
The heat that licked at your stomach wasn’t anymore due to the fireplace as you felt that you had unwillingly backed yourself into an angle of the room with Gojo - no, Satorou, your husband - backing right into you as well, till there was so little space between your bodies.
You could feel the slight aroma of the red wine he must have been offered by the owner of the tavern and the way his eyes darkened now that the flame was far. Or was it something else, as he licked his lips looking down upon you.
«I am sorry that I have been dealt to you as an unfair pair of hands at a card game» he spoke slurredly and slowly and you felt a necessity for such words to be always spoken that way when he talked to you.
It was strange how the whole of your negative feelings evaporated whenever Satorou was this close to you.
Your rationality did as well, as you couldn’t help but slightly direct your gaze on his pouty lips and he noticed as a hand adjusted a few strands of your loose hair behind your ears to assure himself that you’d have a full visual of him.
«But I swear to you that I won’t be such a bad husband».
If he said such things you had no choice but to believe me as you realized that he was, indeed, your husband and that if he had your stomach turn like that, it wasn’t all that bad.
Love might not be there yet but…
You didn’t know why but you pushed yourself onto your toes and kissed him, chastely and insecure as you retired immediately afraid of your inexperience and insecure of your innocence, but he chased after your lips, backing you till you felt the coldness of the wall a comfortable experience against your heated skin as his hands went to your waist, grabbing the loose fabric of your nightgown as if to shape you against it.
To bring out your body.
It felt thrice as heated as in the garden as his tongue caressed your lips, his teeth bit down gently and he opened your mouth with his own, caressing you softly as his tongue licked inside of your cavern. And you felt yourself fluster, as your hands went to his chest. You should have pushed him away, but he was your husband now.
He had a right to this, and for the first time, you didn’t feel scared.
You were almost disappointed when he parted.
«We… we can’t… I… I should go back to my rooms…» no, you couldn’t handle another rejection, you thought as you tangled swiftly your hand with his own to bring him back as you pleadingly looked at him.
«Do you still see me as the girl I was at fifteen? I… I have grown… I… am sorry for my words, before I… please don’t go».
You were pathetic as you felt like the furthest away from lady Murasaki, and yet, you felt like being soft, like going back to that fifteen year old you had stashed so far away thinking that it’d be better to be harsh than soft. A cruel pen, instead of a gentle brush.
«Don’t… never apologize for that, my darling» you flustered at his gentle name as he came close to you, enveloping you gently in his arms «I won’t go, if you don’t want me to… but…».
«I know what’s expected of a wife» and refusing to let go of a bit of your usual spite, as you realized he delighted for that, you added «Don’t tell me that my brother scared you into not wishing to bed your rightful wife».
He growled and the thought should have made you shiver.
Which it did, although not for the reasons you thought, as you felt something molten between your thighs, shifting lightly to relieve the pressure against them and resulting in just a slight pleasure.
You wondered whether this was what it felt like to be in the presence of somebody whose arousal you could feel.
Was it dirty?
Because it didn’t feel like that.
Not at all.
«Don’t… don’t mention Haibara. Not right now» Satorou was speaking with a bare constrain «Though… I’ll be delighted if you called yourself my wife, again».
«Your wife, Satorou» he pressed himself against you and in your startlement you felt something.. decidedly heated poking at your thigh as you flustered.
You might not be well versed in the acts of the bedroom and yet… you had sneaked lessons of anatomy.
«Your wife, only».
«I want to be gentle» he pleaded softly «You deserve gentle so much, my sweetheart».
You flustered again at the petname, wishing to push him away but he crowded you further although not so much to be overwhelming.
It was almost… pleasurable.
«I am your wife, you should… you should take what you want» it’s what you had always been taught, because as much as ladies weren’t taught certain things, there were always… hushed conversations among darkened corners around the duties of the bedroom.
And in all truth, it delighted you in part that Satorou saw you as his wife and not the awkward teen girl you had been trailing after him.
Although in the end, you did get him, didn’t you.«I shall do so» he promised gently suddenly retracting himself from you and from a moment you were again crushed by that fear of rejection till he gently offered to you the hand that wasn’t already in your own as he brought you to bed, letting you lay softly before he moved beside you his hands gently going to bunch up the fabric of your nightgown as you fretted with anticipation «… but I want to be gentle, as that’s what my wife deserves».
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Lip Rings and Kisses
POV: your sweet neighborhood bestie Gyu, became someone you didn't recognize
genre: sad angst,heart-break
warnings:swearing,nsfw, smut,nipple play, eating out (lmk if I left anything out as this is my first time writing this type of content! thanku)
wc:~2.82k
MDNI beyond the cut!!
You would think that the guy you knew from when you were young, the sweet little cute boy you had remembered from your memories, who would always play with you, tease you, and look after you would stay the same. You both only had each other after all, and he thought that would last forever.
Time passed quickly when you were having fun. The next thing he knew, you were on the way to the airport, leaving for college in the States. The worst thing was that he had to find this out through his brother.
If he had known that you were going to leave without a word, he would have acted quicker on his feelings, knowing the short amount of time he had before you would leave.
It broke his heart.
You broke his heart...
Why didn't you let him know?
Why could you tell his brother that you were leaving but not him?
Was it that difficult to tell him that you were leaving?
Were you guys not as close as he thought you were? But that was impossible since you guys only had each other...
Many thoughts were running through his head as he tried to fall asleep the night that you left. But the endless nagging thoughts of why '(didn't you)'s, kept him up the entire night.
He held onto the hope that maybe you just forgot to tell him. Trying his best to be optimistic. Giving you the benefit of the doubt.
Maybe you, his best friend since childhood, could forget such an important thing. So he waited for a text from you, maybe to apologize for forgetting to tell him.
He waited for 1 day to pass because he didn't know what time you would land.
But it never came. The message never came.
He felt like a fucking fool.
Was everything a lie? Did all the times spent together mean nothing to you?
You wouldn't even dare hurt a fly, and yet you decided to hurt him.
He wanted so badly to hate you.
But he couldn't...
You were everything to him.
You were his first friend when no one wanted to be.
You were the first person who protected him from the bullies in high school.
You were the first person he cried in front of(other than his parents).
You were the first person who willingly listened to his troubles.
But most importantly, you were his first love.
With uncertainty about your return, or if you would return at all, Gyu decided to let go of this unrequited love. He deserved more.
With just a week remaining before your departure to the States for your new adventure, you still hadn't filled Gyu in, uncertain of his reaction. You squeezed in as many hangout sessions as possible during that final week, leading him to believe you'd be sticking around in Korea indefinitely. However, when departure day arrived, you found it impossible to break the news to him. Opting instead to leave without a word, aware that seeing him might cause you to second-guess your choice.
You decided to tell his brother instead in case Gyu went to your house and found out that you were not there.
When you landed, you wanted so badly to text Gyu, apologizing for not telling him sooner. But you were afraid that it would just end up in a conversation saying things you both don't mean. You texted your family though, that you had landed safely, thinking that somehow the news would travel to your best friend's home.
It was pretty hard. Being in a whole new environment. Trying to make new friends. You just wanted to talk to your best friend and update him about everything. But after what went down, you thought that he would never want to speak with you ever again.
Hell, even you wouldn't want to speak to you.
He deserved so much better and you knew that.
You would occasionally call your family whenever you had time, finding out how everyone was doing but most importantly how your best friend was.
At this point could you still call him your best friend?
It's been roughly two years since you last had a decent chat with him. 2 years is a long time. People can change.
Luckily, your time in the States was coming to an end and you were going to head back home in a few days. Sure, you would've preferred to stick around a bit longer, but it's been tough. Sometimes you find yourself crying alone at night, longing for someone to comfort you. And you missed that feeling. You missed Gyu more than you thought you would.
You don't know what to call it, maybe fate if you will. It was like he heard your cries. You told your family when you would come back and you told them to not tell Gyu so that you could surprise him.
But here you were, the one who got surprised instead.
You came out of the taxi, lugging your luggage behind you. And as you were about to walk towards your house, you saw a man with a black mullet. Wearing black knee-high shorts and a matching outer layer, with a relaxed white dress shirt. A tie casually hangs around his neck, adding a touch of style, while he completes the ensemble with a pair of cool black boots.
You thought his fashion sense was incredible but a bit too much to be walking around casually without gaining any attention.
But to you, he looked sad.
It was not until you saw that he was walking towards your neighbor's house.
Then it struck you.
"Gyu?" you called out.
Gyu who at the same time was lost in his train of thought, heard someone call his name.
It sounded like you, but it couldn't be, right?
With that, he turned around to see who it was, and he almost broke out in tears.
After two years of silence, two years without a word from you, here you were finally, a few steps away from him. Without any hesitation, he rushed over and enveloped you in a tight hug, which you returned just as warmly.
He was bawling his eyes out while hugging you tight. It seemed like all the feelings he'd kept pent up for the past two years were pouring out in that embrace.
You were caught off guard; you thought Gyu would be furious at you for not telling him about leaving. But here he was, sobbing in your arms. He held onto you, never wanting to let go again.
You just stood there, letting him get it all out, giving him some pats on the back to help him calm down.
When you felt he'd eased up a bit, you took a look at him. He seemed to have lost weight, his face a bit more sunken since the last time you saw him. But he was still as beautiful. You also couldn't miss the new addition—a lip ring. You weren't sure if it was real or just for style, but you liked it.
"Hi, Gyu."you called out his name softly.
"Hi Y/N" while still sniffling.
"Wanna come over and talk about why you cried when you saw me?" he just gave you a nod and lugged your luggage to your house.
"So... wanna talk about it?" you said as you plopped down on your couch.
It was a moment before Gyu broke his silence.
"Why..." he stuttered
"Why what?" you asked.
"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving two years ago?" His voice sounded hurt.
"I couldn't bring myself to."
"I wanted to see you on the day that I was leaving. But I knew if I did, I may not have even gone for my flight...that's how much you affected me Gyu."
"Why didn't you text me then?"
"I was afraid…"
"Afraid of what?"
"Afraid that our conversation would end badly. You know, saying stuff we didn't mean and all. And I worried you'd end up hating me so much that you wouldn't even want to see me again when I got back," you admitted casually, eyes focused on your hands.
"I could never hate you. I wanted so badly to, cause you don't know how much you hurt me when I had to find out through my brother that you left. You told him and not me, your best friend."
"I seriously started questioning everything, you know? Wondering if all those times we spent together meant nothing to you. Whether we were even real best friends, to begin with," Gyu admitted while his voice tinged with uncertainty.
"Gyu, come on, you know you're my best friend," you said casually. "I messed up by not being around for those two years, and I know a bunch of apologies won't make it right. But I'm here now, and I'm sticking around," you added, a hint of determination in your tone.
What if you went back on your word and disappointed him again? He couldn't bear to go through that again. He couldn’t trust you like he did before.
He sighed in defeat.
"Maybe it wouldn't sting so much if..." He trailed off, his voice faltering.
"If I didn't have feelings for you” he finally admitted, his voice softer now.
Now it was your turn to go silent.
"I've tried to deny it, to push those feelings away. But every time, it just hits me harder," he continued, his voice tinged with vulnerability.
"Everything you did affected me, even when you weren't around. I realized you were my emotional anchor," he confessed.
"I lost myself during those two years without you. Drowning my sorrows in alcohol, trying to forget. It got so bad that I'd wake up in the hospital with no memory of the day before. I wanted to give up," he admitted, the pain evident in his words.
Tears began to well up as his words hit you like a punch to the gut. You never imagined that leaving without a word would cause him this much pain.
Regret flooded over you, knowing you had hurt him deeply.
He didn't deserve it; he deserved better, and you knew it all too well.
He was the kindest, most genuine person you'd ever known.
Yet, you had hurt him in the cruelest way possible.
Gyu noticed your tears and immediately regretted causing you any pain. He gently reached out, cupping your face in his hands, his gaze locking with yours as he wiped away the tears that stained your cheeks. Seeing you cry saddened him deeply.
"Why are you crying?" he asked softly, his concern evident in his voice.
"I didn't know," you repeated, your voice trembling with emotion. "I didn't realize the extent of your pain, Gyu. I never meant to hurt you like this. I'm truly, deeply sorry."
He pulled you into a tight embrace, wrapping his arms around you protectively. His familiar scent enveloped you, You had missed him more than words could express.
Gyu's arms remained wrapped around you, his touch a soothing balm against the turmoil raging within you.
"Shh, it's okay," he whispered, his voice gentle and reassuring.
Your tears kept flowing.
"I just wish I could rewind time," you sighed, feeling the weight of guilt on your shoulders.
Gyu's response was immediate, his grip tightening around you as if to anchor you to the present.
"You can't change the past," he said softly, "but we can move forward from here. Together."
"And, no more secrets, alright?" Gyu said, his voice carrying a mix of determination and vulnerability. "I don't think I could handle waking up one day and realizing you've disappeared from my life again." you nodded in response.
At that moment, it hit you hard: Gyu had not only shared his pain but also confessed his feelings for you, a revelation you hadn't addressed. With the promise of no more secrets hanging between you, decided to tell him about yours too.
"Gyu.. you know to tell you the truth since you said no more secrecy... during my time when I was in the States, all I ever wanted to do was talk to you. How could I not? You are my best friend and I wanted to tell you everything."
"It was killing me, not texting you I mean. I wanted to let you know how I was doing, hoping you were doing fine, which I found out already that you were not doing so well. And sometimes, I would cry myself to sleep, because it got so lonely over there."
"I mean I made friends, but I've never met anyone like you. I've missed you so much Gyu. More than I ever thought I would. And maybe more than a best friend should."
"Sometimes, I wished you were there together with me, beside me. Hanging out together, to clear my mind when school got too much to handle. Go to the movies together like we used to here. I missed you so much that every time I thought of you, it felt like my heart was going to explode."
"I had thoughts like, oh maybe he forgot about me already and has met someone else who is good for him. Since you deserve the world Gyu. And sometimes when I would call my family, I wished that you would suddenly pop up on my screen even though I didn't contact you first."
"Maybe if I did things differently, we wouldn't have been in so much pain..."
"But what I'm trying to say, is that Gyu, I've liked you for a while too, but I guess I didn't realize it until it was too late."
"I'm sure that things can never be the same again but,"
But before any more words could escape your lips, Gyu's hand gently cupped your cheek, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you.
The coldness of the lip ring that he had on, brushed against your lips and you couldn't help but play with it. Tugging at his lips in between the kiss. You were teasing him.
God he looked so hot with that fucking lip ring, you hoped that it was real.
Gyu couldn't help but smile during the kiss. Seeing how you were tugging at his lips, he could tell that you loved the lip ring. This was all he ever wanted. You in his arms.
God did you look so hot right now. He wanted to mess you up even more.
Without a second thought, he lifted you in his arms and carried you to your bed.
And here you were now under him, something you didn't think would happen right after you came back.
He placed gentle kisses down your neck which got you even more hot than you already felt, and that was it, you couldn't hold back anymore.
"Please Gyu, I need you." that was all it took.
He quickly tossed your shirt off to the floor, leaving you in only your bra. You could feel his stares, taking in every inch of your perfect body, but then tossing your bra to the side as well.
Your cheeks were now flushed in embarrassment as no one had seen you naked before. You were about to cover your face so that Gyu, wouldn't have been able to see how red you were, but he caught your hands.
"Don't cover your pretty face, I want to see it."
With that he lowers himself, leaving trails of kisses until he reaches your nipples. Licking and sucking at it. The way his tongue moved, playing with your nipples. You could feel a sudden wetness forming down there.
God, what did it for you was the feeling of the lip ring, the metal cold object pulling at your nips was the last straw, and Gyu saw that too.
With his free hand, he went down to your entrance, moving your panty aside, discovering your very wet hole. He played with your opening for a while, rubbing his finger against it while you buckled your hips forward.
It took him no time to slide down until his face was right at your entrance.
Before you could even say no, his tongue was licking your very wet hole.
You were fucking his face. Buckling your hips forward, while his hands were on your thighs, holding them in place.
"Fuck Gyu, I'm close"
"Cum for me darling."
You didn't want to cum on his pretty face but you couldn't hold back. You came. And he drank all your juices up.
He then came up to look at you, with eyes in a daze from what just happened. You could still see your cum on him. He looked so fucking hot. With that, you pulled him down to your bed, wrapping your hands around his neck, looking at him now. And uttered:
"Never ever take that damn lip ring off."
"Anything for you my lady"
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Guys I don't even know what to say. That was the first smut ever, maybe not the best smut you would ever read but I tried. It was difficult T-T. I don't know how other writers do it so well but I think I will just be sticking to my fluff in the future!!
Hope you guys liked it though, the soft angst broke my heart, was literally in pain writing this. So please leave a like and a follow if you like my fics!! See you guys in the next one. 🥹🫶🏻🤍
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Imagine just having a normal conversation with the brothers when the topic of death comes up in one form or another. Maybe it's a joke someone told that you laughed a little too hard at, maybe there was a threat passed around for laughs and you flinched. Either way, the brothers are all suddenly very aware of your mortality
While some brothers try to steer away from the topic, or brag about how they'd never let you die on them, three have almost the same thought "I won't let that happen"
The three in question are Belphie, Satan, and Lucifer. The two are hesitant to bring him in on their plotting but with his connections they really can't refuse. This is for you after all
Lucifer insists on getting permission from Diavolo first. The other two think it's not worth the risk but Luci knows better. Dia is delighted at the thought and gives his whole hearted approval of the plan, even Barbados looks a little giddy
After that, they turn to Solomon, a fellow human who somehow achieved immortality, to ask for advice. Sol is also thrilled at the idea, he even has everything ready to go for such an occasion. Why would he have them at the ready? He would advise you not to worry about that
Soon after all this, Solomon asks you to join him for tea. It's an innocuous request, it needed to be, though you couldn't have known that. You accept, and it eventually becomes a daily occurrence. It allows you a break from the madness, and him some good company. At least, that's what he tells you. You found it a bit strange how the brothers always let you have your tea in peace. Mammon didn't even barge in to demand your attention once! But he told you that he thought some fellow human time would do you good
It's not really a noticeable change at first, with how many selfcare days and products Assy gives you/makes you use it's not too surprising when your age doesn't show on your skin. Then you hit 40. You really should start looking older now, right? You mean, Devildom skincare aside, at least your hair should start graying, right? Your joints feel the same as ever, you heal just as fast. You can write it off a little longer but in your mid fifties you should not fucking look like you're still twenty!
Everyone acts so surprised too. Never giving away the truth. Just telling you that it must have been something you accidentally ate, or one of your high jinks filled days in the Devildom that did this to you. You're a little upset none of your friends or lovers seem to care about this as much as you do, but, maybe this is for the best? You've known for a while now that, at the very least, the brothers would be lost without you
Maybe this is a good thing, maybe it's as good as Assy whispers to you as he goes down on you whenever you mention it. Maybe it's as good as Beel tells you as he feeds you some of the best food in the Devildom. Maybe it's as good as Levi tells you as he rattles on about how many new shows you'll get to see together
Maybe it doesn't matter that the ones you trust the most took away your humanity
#Obey Me#OM Lucifer#OM Mammon#OM Leviathan#OM Satan#OM Asmodeus#OM Beelzebub#OM Belphegor#OM Diavolo#OM Barbatos#OM Solomon
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dark post-canon. The War is over. Heroes have won. It's time to rebuild. Except--
The new Hero Public Safety Commission immediately gets down to work. Rebuild an even stronger Tartarus; add a self-destruct system so that if Villains ever try to break in or out again, just kill them all. More intense Quirk Counseling for all children who even the slightest bit act out of the norm; catch them before they can put on a mask. Suppress any news of the heteromorph riot - that will only stroke more division. Parade the Hero Kids out as The Greatest Heroes, and really wring every bit of wholesome success story out of them - interviews, merch, candy shaped in their likeness. This will help restart the economy. They can even export Hero goods out of the country since they're globally recognized heroes.
As the plans are drawn out, the kids are at first uncomfortable, gradually turning horrified. This wasn't what they fought for. This is going to make things worse. Todoroki wants his brother to be able to stay with his family, not be isolated and locked away even more. Uraraka protests that quirk counseling alienates kids, makes them feel like freaks who can't share their pain. (Also, they are not letting her keep her promise of giving Toga blood.) Shoji says that it's because news never come out of the rural areas that no one thought to help the heteromorphs; it's because their pain and grief came out that light can shine on them. And Deku-- well, the war brought to surface so many problems. They can't just smile and pretend it's all fine after all that destruction. All For One and Shigaraki showed him how there are such lonely, empty people out there, whose pain can run wild - they should be helping those people, instead of focusing even more on the glory of Heroes.
The new HPSC waves away their protests. They're extremely grateful for the kids for helping them win the war. Though... what they're saying sounds like sympathy for the Villains that created this mess. Sounds like saving Villains, which... they really wished the kids hadn't done that. It wasn't part of the battle plan. It was nice and all, but so risky! Not all Villains are so easily changed. They saved... what, two villains out of the hundreds that were involved in the war? Statistically, that's useless. Anyways, look at Deku. He killed AFO and Shigaraki, and it's all for the better.
Plus, the UA kids are still that - children. They haven't even graduated from 10th grade. What do they know about maintaining and leading society? Do they have any concrete ideas about things like policies and development? Specific enactable agendas?
The plans keep getting drawn, without any of the kids' input, if they had any in the first place. Future's coming fast, and it's looking like everything is going back to the way it used to be - except the way it used to be is exactly what led to the war. Something needs to be done. They need change; they need real reform.
So somehow Deku ends up in front of Mr. Compress.
Mr. Compress congrats Deku on the Heroes winning. Sarcastically thanks him for killing off his leader and imprisoning all his friends. Tells him to go away, an old man needs his rest. Deku asks for help, and Mr. Compress insults him. Deku says he's heard of Harima, and how he was a folk hero, stealing not because he was a Villain for his own gain, and helping people not because he was a Hero in it for the wealthy or fame. If Mr. Compress is Harima's great-great-grandson and following his will, shouldn't Mr. Compress help try to change things for the better?
Mr. Compress doesn't see the point. He tells Deku that Harima tried to change things by, yes, stealing to send a message, but did his best to minimize harm; tried to do good by redistributing his spoils. He was popular and loved by the people, just like a Hero, but hated by the powers that be, and so ended up being labeled a just a thief and Villain in the history books, his reformation was never achieved that way.
Which is why Mr. Compress threw his hat in with the League. Shigaraki was his greatest bet on changing society, but it seemed it just didn't work out. Harima couldn't change things; even someone like Shigaraki couldn't change things; if someone like Shigaraki existed and still can't change things, what's the use?
And besides, Deku went and killed Shigaraki. He did what was always done - defeating villains. But suddenly now he cares? After the damage is done? Why should Mr. Compress care about helping him at all.
...
then idk. got stuck. no idea how Deku's going to get out of this one without doing something radical. maybe even something villainous. But I think the Compress + Deku dynamic can be interesting.
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Little Bits of Crumbs
Reimagining An Offer from a Gentleman #5
Synopsis: Benedict Bridgerton doesn't know the definition of subtlety. Or how Eloise Bridgerton found out. Or how Violet Bridgerton always knew.
AO3 post from here!
It was a peaceful day at No.5. Eloise would have to admit that her life had become more quieter, with her two sisters respectively in their husbands’ houses, and her best friend gone on a tour of the continent with her brother. With Gregory off to Eaton and Hyacinth off to wherever she was, there was a calmness and solace in the No.5 she had never experienced ever since she was born.
She quietly watched her Mother and the maid swiftly mend away, her mother working on the tulip embroidery, the maid mending a pair of wool socks. Eloise had admired the nimbleness the new ladies maid she had on needlework. A skill she would never acquire, she thought bitterly to herself as she flipped the page of her book, a copy of Pride and Prejudice. “It’s a romance novel”, the other debutant had told her, but she rather enjoyed the witty sarcastic banter between Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth, rather than the romantic aspects of the story. Elizabeth was a character she would look up to, the wisest, the quickest, the most perspective…
“Good Afternoon, family.”
Eloise heard a small yelp from the corner of the room, followed by a small thump, a set of needle sticks, and a pair of dark blue socks dropped on the hems of the maid’s violet-colored skirts.
“Excuse me,” Eloise heard her say ever so faintly. “Slipped my hands.”
Eloise looked up from her book, almost rolling her eyes seeing her favorite brother skipping through the door of the drawing room with a bouquet in hand. Again in his best attire, the dark blue jacket, a navy golden botanical vest, and a shiny silver pin on his cravat, he might as well be dressed for a ball, rather than a casual stop to his mother’s home.
Although it was still Wednesday, it was the fourth time of the week she had seen him at No.5. He always seemed to be sketching in hallways and the corridors, saying the following quotes repeatedly; “No.5 has changed into the new source of my inspiration.” and “Well, this staircase is exceptionally well lit from the sunlight of this window, don’t you think so Eloise?”
It had been exactly three years since she had last seen Benedict even hold a sketchbook in his hands, and his fervent recurrence had been her constant puzzlement over the last few days.
“Flowers for you, Mother.”
“Why, thank you, Benedict.”
Placing a small peck on her cheeks, Benedict handed over the Bouquet to his mother; a bundle filled with wildflowers and Lilly of the Valleys. Her lips curling slightly, Violet passed the bouquet to the maid, asking her to set them up in the vase.
“Could you set them up by the window over here, Sophie?”
“Of course, Lady Bridgerton.” Eloise quietly observed her brother’s gaze nervously follow the bouquet, biting his lower lip as the maid left the room, almost as if he was worried that the flowers would explode into pieces.
Why would he be so nervous over a bouquet?
“Why are you here, Benedict?”
Eloise asked sharply, and Benedict snapped from his gaze.
“Splendid to see you too, dear sister.”
With his usual crooked smile returning to his face, Benedict flopped himself on the sofa next to her, taking a scone from a plate.
“Excellent view from here, isn’t it? And the weather! Splendid!”
“Benedict, it is pouring rain. Are you quite well?”
“Well, I have come to enjoy rain as well, sister.”
“Benedict, I truly cannot figure out why you have changed so.” Eloise closed her book, focusing on her brother, but she couldn’t help but notice that his brother’s gaze flickered too many times on the door.
“Last time you visited us, it was three weeks ago, and you hardly stayed an hour. And now you’ve come here three days in a row!”
“Is it a crime to pay a visit to my dear family?”
Eloise rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Suddenly we are so dear to you? You’ve never shaved when you visit us.”
“I’ve learned the importance of hygiene, El.”
“When have you ever cared about hygiene?”
“Like I said, I’ve gained a new perspective in the countryside.” Benedict took a bite of the scone, flipping the crumbs off from his vest. “Perhaps you should visit the countryside as well, sister. Wonderful effects it brings, both physically and spiritually.”
With a slight tilt of her head, Eloise stared at her brother, noticing that she couldn’t exactly deny his words at all. For the past few years, Benedict was never without bags under his eyes, always with a faint smell of liquor and cigarettes, but now he looked quite healthy, almost like he was …glowing? Eloise squinted her eyes, wanting to see past her brother’s soul, but it was a useless endeavor; she could only blink at the gleam of his silver pin.
“Perhaps I should go to the countryside as well,” she muttered under her breath, but her mother heard her at the last second.
“We still have another month until the end of the season my dearest.”
“But I have already met all the men in London!” Eloise cries out.
“Perhaps she’ll have a better chance at finding a husband in the countryside Mother.” Benedict quipped from his seat, “I have heard that there are several eligible bachelors in the countryside as well…” But Benedict’s words trailed off in silence. As Eloise turned her head around, the maid was back in the room, the bouquet placed beautifully in the glass vase.
“Sophie!” Her mother’s voice was unusually high pitched.“ Could you put the vase over the window next to the table? The sunlight is best at that corner…”
“But Mother, there is no sunlight.”
“Well, yes, yes that is true,” Her mother replied, her hands fluttering around her face, “but I heard the weather would improve tomorrow. Sophie, would you ask Mrs. Wilson to prepare for tea?”
“Yes, Lady Bridgerton.”
The maid hurried out of the room again, and Eloise could swear she heard her mother give a soft sigh. Eloise twitched her fingers slightly, knowing that Sophie was doing her job rather perfectly, then what was her concern?
“Perhaps I should leave for a moment,” Benedict quietly rose from the seat, but her mother grasped his shoulders from the back of his seat rather firmly.
“No, you shall stay.”
“Mother,”
Eloise had to laugh, seeing her brother break out in a childish pout.
“I haven’t heard if you would be attending the Featherington Ball tonight, dearest. I’m sure I can introduce you to some debutants who are excellent at their art…”
“There is no need, Mother. I’m afraid I have other pressing matters to attend tonight.”
“And yet you are idling your time here,” Eloise quipped back, nudging Benedict’s ribs playfully. “Couldn’t you think of a better excuse?”
“Oh, are you going to give me a lecture on honesty, Eloise?” Eloise didn’t like the way his brother raised his eyebrows. “How about the time you said something about flower arrangement classes…”
“Children.” Their mother’s stern voice was enough to straighten up both of their backs and shut them up. Her mother sighed again, with her hands on her head, “How am I ever going to get you two married off…”
“I am sorry to be the cause of your headaches, Mother.” Benedict quietly said. “But I’m afraid that the tea is ready.”
The table was already set, the cups filled with steaming tea with fresh biscuits on the side. As Eloise took a sip from her cup, she noticed that it was already arranged to her preference, no sugar with milk.
“The cook just had them out of the oven,” The maid said with a soft smile, “Chocolate and Marmalade biscuits, my lady.”
“Thank you, Sophie. Could you take the mending up to my room, and also the vase…”
“Would you join us, Ms. Beckett?” Benedict interrupted her mother’s words, and she could see the maid’s eyes widen in… shock? But Benedict was already pouring tea into a cup, putting one lump of sugar with just a splash of milk. Placing two biscuits on the tea tray, Benedict almost shoved the cup in the maid’s hands, but the maid took a step back. Her face was almost white as a sheet, Eloise noticed.
“Thank you, Mr. Bridgerton.” Bobbing her head into a curtsy, the end of her voice quivered ever so slightly. “But I must take these upstairs…”
“Never mind the mending.” Her mother said softly. “ You can take your tea now, Sophie. How on earth would you ruin a perfectly nice cup of tea?”
As the maid timidly seated herself in the chair with a cup in her hand, Benedict continued to ramble on about the next art gallery he was planning to submit his paintings as her mother smiled gently over her cup of tea.
It was nice, Eloise thought, seeing his brother converse quite enthusiastically about his own pursuits. He had been quite moody lately, often slouching on his chair, and was more of a listener, rather than an active participant in the conversation. Really what has happened to him? Eloise couldn’t help but wonder…
“You have a crumb right there, Ms. Beckett.”
What jerked Eloise from her daze was his tone. It was his usual teasing tone, but much more softer than she had ever heard. She hadn’t noticed that her brother had left the sofa, but was leaning against the wall beside the chair in the corner of the room.
“Do I?”
Eloise noticed the maid’s cheeks turn crimson red, her gaze cast down to her shoes.
“Right there on the corner.”
“Right here?”
Sophie’s fingers softly reached her mouth, but her brother’s fingers were quicker, softly taking the crumb from the right corner of her lips.
“Right there,”
It was a small, quick gesture, Eloise knew, but she couldn’t help noticing that his fingers lingered a second longer on Sophie’s lips, his thumbs softly tracing the outline for just a second. Almost as if his fingers wanted to stay there an hour longer.
Eloise quickly averted her gaze, feeling the hotness rise to her cheeks as well. Why would she be embarrassed by that? Her brother was only doing it out of kindness, she had seen Anthony wipe Eddie’s mouth with his handkerchief after a meal. She had seen more intimate things, Anthony hardly couldn’t keep his hands off Kate, and so did Colin. The spouses were always wrapped around their husbands’ arms, and Eloise always winced as they would kiss passionately whatever the place was. Eloise never could understand why couples were so obsessed with kisses. What would be so good about placing lips together?
But Eloise had never felt more flustered than this moment, her brother’s fingers on Sophie’s lips, it was almost as if she had invaded a very private moment of the two.
Just taking some crumbs. Nothing scandalous about that is it? It was nothing intimate, it would mean nothing at all.
Eloise quickly looked around the room, somehow desperately wishing that she was the only one who had seen them. But when she gave a glance to her mother, she noticed that her mother was looking at the pair as well, but not with a look of concern or suspicion she had expected. Her gaze stayed on the two, but Eloise somehow knew that her gaze was cast oceans away, her blue eyes sinking deeper and deeper into the ocean. Was it happiness, or was it sadness? Eloise couldn’t clearly tell.
“Benedict.” Jumping up from the seat, her brother’s name slipped out from her lips. “Could you chaperone me to the Audrey House? I might have forgotten something there.”
Benedict looked back at her in puzzlement and mumbled something about wanting to sketch in the garden of No.5 but Eloise ignored his words.
“What have you forgotten? Couldn’t you ask someone to fetch it for you?”
“No,” Eloise said firmly. “I need them instantly, and I need you to come with me.” Almost forcefully grabbing her brother’s arms, Eloise dragged Benedict out of the drawing room.
It had been years since they last had a chat on the swings. Eloise knew, that they had to talk.
#benedict bridgerton#bridgerton#benophie#sophie beckett#an offer from a gentleman#benedict x sophie#benophie fics#bridgerton fanfiction
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[🩷|| Yuuna Perla (they/them)
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Night Raven College’s sole magicless student and the prefect of Ramshackle Dorm. They live on campus with their only dorm member, Grim, a direbeast who wants to become a "Great Mage”. They are both enrolled as a package deal and are considered a single student.
Dorm: Ramshackle
Grade: Freshman
Class: Class A (No. 9)
Age: 16-18
Height: 5'6 ft / 168 cm
Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous
Homeland: ???
Club: Gastronomy Club
Best Subject: Master Chef
Hobbies: Taking photos
Pet Peeves: Being reminded of being magicless
Favorite Food: Anything with chocolate
Least Favorite Food: Anything spicy
Talent: Being a fast-learner
Yuuna Perla is the flamboyant prefect who wears their heart on their sleeve and is sickeningly kind to anyone she meets (although exceptions do exist). They are generally unfazed by everything and is able to keep their head on their shoulder when necessary, avoiding conflict if they can. But that doesn’t mean that they can’t also revel in some kind of chaos if ever it arises.
[🩷|| Quick Notes
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Yuuna is my first Yuu OC!
I made Yuuna into kind of a "blank slate" so I can be more flexible with them when it comes to just random stuff.
Overall they are somewhat my more canon-compliant Yuu (but I still add a lot of aspects that are way more biased to relationships with Heartslabyul).
Yuuna is also inspired by various Alice in Wonderland characters because I like the idea that the prefect is just "Alice" in a Twisted Wonderland.
[🩷|| Random Facts
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🩷 Usually soft-spoken and doesn't talk much, at least when it comes to people they’re not particularly close with. But the things they say can pack a punch whenever they decide to be blunt to others or simply whenever they tease those who they consider their friends.
🩷 Yuuna, despite their own feelings towards another person, always chooses to be amicable. It’s no wonder why they seemingly managed to have some kind of a good rapport with most people due to their kind nature.
🩷 Yuuna shares Grim's appetite, the Ramshackle duo are similar to one another in a lot of ways. On top of that, Yuuna is just very protective of him because he is basically like family to Yuuna. They would defend Grim from others no matter what.
🩷 They consider Heartslabyul their second home in NRC. They love everyone the most there. Yuuna is essentially an honorary member of the dorm anyway since they always visit. They are always invited to their dorm events such as their Unbirthday parties.
🩷 Yuuna has respect for Leona as an older brother -figure. After the Octavinelle incident, Yuu was more comfortable frequently crashing Leona’s room with Grim often to just “chill and hang out” (with help from Ruggie through bribery until eventually it just became normal when Leona began to mildly tolerate them).
🩷 Generally the mediator and prefers to avoid conflict. However, they are not against picking a fight when necessary, especially when it comes to their friends. Every now and then as well (if the consequences aren’t too big to handle or if they could get away with it), Yuuna indulges in a little bit of chaos and tomfoolery.
🩷 Yuuna only grew to like taking photos after being given the Ghost Camera. They now have the habit of taking photos of everyone and everything.
🩷 Yuuna has a preference for gender-neutral terms but generally doesn’t care if they are referred to as anything else. They also like to express themself as more feminine regardless of their identity.
🩷 Has no memories of where they come from but this does not bother them at all in the slightest and they don’t know why. Yuuna is more bothered by the fact that it doesn’t bother them.
-> art masterlist
-> relationship dynamics (tba)
-> extended lore (tba)
#THEY'RE DONE RAAHHH#[—#twst#twisted wonderland#twst art#twst yuu#twst yuusona#★ my art#(🩷) yuuna#—]
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