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stevieharringtonwifeguy · 1 year

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taking transfem stevie at a metal concert into my own hands yall gotta see the potential

also on ao3 here

This isn't Eddie's first rodeo. When he sees the pretty girl standing at the side of the concert, looking out of place in her baby pink sweater and light-wash jeans, he wonders what the hell a girl like this is doing at a metal concert, clutching a bottle of coke and watching the crowd like a hawk. And more importantly, as a red-blooded American male, he wonders what he can do to make her look at him that intensely.

So he sidles up to her, gives his best winning smile that shows off his dimples, and introduces himself.

“Hey,” he says. “Hope you don't mind the cliché, but I gotta ask: what's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

The girl gives him a sideways look. She's got pretty eyes, droopy and a lovely warm brown, and her face seems to go through a wild array of emotions before settling on something lightly amused, huffing out a laugh.

“Babysitting,” she says. She's got a nice voice too, a little husky but musical. Eddie’d love to hear her sing. “Some kids I used to watch in middle school wanted to come, but their parents wouldn't let them unless I came to make sure they stay out of- what's that thing called where everyone makes a big circle and beats the shit out of each other? The mash pit?”

She says it with an adorable tilt to her head, her shoulder length brown hair bouncing a little as she does, and Eddie swears he falls in love right then. Mash pit. That's hilarious.

“The mosh pit, yeah, good call. Not the best place for little kiddies.”

The girl snorts. “Not that little. They're seniors in high school, I’m only like five years older than them. Doesn't stop them calling me mom though, little shits.”

Eddie laughs. He likes this girl. “Well, I’m Eddie,” he says, holding out his hand. The girl gives it a slightly bemused look, and shakes it. “Can I get momma bear a drink? Another coke?”

She looks at him for a second, assessing him somehow, then shrugs. “Sure, as long as you promise never to call me that again. I’m Stevie.”

“Stevie,” he says, rolling the name over his tongue. It suits her. “Pretty name for a pretty girl. Be right back!”

Stevie blushes a pretty pink as he leaves, practically the same shade as her sweater, and as much as Eddie’d like to stay to see what else he can say to put that colour on her face, he's made a promise.

He makes his way over to the little bar at the back of the concert and orders a coke for her and a beer for him. As he's waiting for the bartender to pass him the drinks, he hears someone call his name.

“Henderson!” he yells, immediately pulling the kid into a hug and obligatory noogie. “Been too long man, look at you! Almost human sized!”

It's been three years since he'd last seen any of his little sheepies, since he'd put Hawkins in his rear view mirror and gotten the hell out of dodge. He'd missed them. And Dustin had shot up in those years, as tall as Eddie now. If Eddie's not careful he'll start to tear up.

“Fuck off man,” Dustin says, goofy grin spread wide across his face. “Come on, you gotta say hi to everyone! Mike and Will are here too- Lucas didn't wanna come he'll be so pissed-”

As Dustin says it, the bartender returns, setting down the beer and the coke. Dustin clocks it immediately, little genius that he is.

“Oh are you with someone?” he gasps dramatically. “Does Eddie the Banished finally have a girlfriend?”

Eddie rolls his eyes as he grabs the drinks. “No, but I was working on that before I was so rudely accosted by a child-” pause for outrage- “but don't worry man, I'll be right over, it's been way too long, gotta see how my babies have been doing navigating the hell that is high school without me! Just lemme drop her drink off, I don't wanna be rude.”

Dustin nods, following behind Eddie as he weaves through the crowd, talking a mile a minute about Hellfire and all the campaigns they've been running the past few years. Eddie half listens, but honestly kind of tunes him out. The crowd is thick and loud, he's trying not to spill the drinks, and honestly, while he loves the kid, Dustin kind of sucks at re-telling stories. He'll get the rundown from Will later.

All this means he doesn't notice when Dustin falls silent, just as they reach Stevie. Her eyes are wide as she sees them, blankly taking the coke from Eddie and staring at Dustin with a weirdly panicked look on her face.

“Sorry, baby, really wanted to get to know you better but I ran into-”

“The girl you were flirting with is Stevie????” Dustin shrieks, and god, Eddie’d forgotten how loud he could get.

He looks back and forth between the two of them. “You two know each other?”

Stevie sighs, looking up to the sky as if begging god to strike her down. “Yeah, this is one of the kids I’m babysitting.”

Something niggles at the back of Eddie's mind, even as Dustin and Stevie get into a heated back-and-forth about the use of the term ‘babysitting’ which ends up in Stevie getting Dustin in a loving sisterly headlock. Something about how Stevie said she’d babysat the kids since middle school, about how she kind of looks familiar if he tilts his head just right, about how when Eddie first met these kids they'd never shut up about-

“So yeah, sorry about this, and thanks for the coke,” Stevie says, avoiding eye contact even as she maintains her grip on Dustin. He seems to have given up fighting now and has resigned himself to his position tucked up against her side. Eddie's never been more jealous in his life. “Uh, last I saw Mike and Will were over by the stage, if you wanna catch up with-”

“Wait, Harrington?” The cogs in Eddie's brain have finally stopped turning, and arrived at the inevitable conclusion. Because yeah, looking at her again, this girl is definitely Harrington. Same hair, if a little longer, same golden skin spattered with moles, same bedroom eyes. The only major difference is the boobs (and the hips and the thighs and the lip gloss and good god, those boobs- Eddie's gotta stop that train of thought. Dustin’s right there).

Eddie's still pretty sure the reason he failed his second senior year was because of Harrington. He'd just figured out he was bisexual, and as a man with working eyes he'd immediately developed an unhealthy infatuation with the prettiest boy in school. They had like every other class together, and Eddie had not absorbed a single word any of their teachers had said during them.

At his words, Stevie's face shuts down. She drops Dustin, who immediately places himself between her and Eddie, eyes flitting back and forth between them as he shuffles uncomfortably.

“Uh, yeah. Well, it's Henderson now, my parents didn't exactly love-” she waves a hand vaguely up and down her body- “this. But Mrs. Henderson took me in, so…”

She's tense, and so is Dustin, and it breaks Eddie’s heart a little bit. He knows it never really came up during Hellfire, although he'd tried his best to let them, Will especially, know that everyone was welcome there, no matter what flavour of freak they were. But Stevie doesn't know that, and Dustin doesn't know it for sure, so he does his best to look non-threatening.

“That's cool. Not the parents kicking you out thing- that sucks obviously- but I bet Dustin’s psyched you're officially his sister. Kid never shut up about you during school.”

And watching Stevie relax at that, the little smile that paints her lips, it's intoxicating. She's so beautiful when she smiles. Eddie never wants her to stop.

“Thanks,” she says, quiet. If Eddie wasn't paying probably the most attention he's ever paid in his life to this woman, he might not have caught it over the sound of the music and the crowd. “And hey, I’m sorry about how I was during school, if I ever-”

Eddie waves her off. “Honestly you weren't that bad. It was mostly your friends. And I mean, benefit of hindsight, I can see why you wouldn't wanna speak up, draw attention to yourself.”

“Still,” she says with a little shrug. “Not cool.”

Eddie grins. “And heaven forbid the queen of Hawkins High do anything uncool.”

Stevie laughs, a beautiful bubbling sound that seems to surprise her as much as it does him. “Yeah, I guess.”

And the night goes on. Stevie waves over Mike and Will and they spend the rest of the concert barely listening to the music, just reminiscing and catching up. Eddie insists on buying all of Stevie's cokes and she insists on buying all of his beers. And at the end of the night, Stevie piles the kids into her beemer, the same one she had all of high school, and turns to look at Eddie. She's got that look in her eyes again, sharp, assessing, and Eddie has to fight off a blush.

“Here,” she says, pulling a pen out of her purse and pulling Eddie's hand close. She writes a number on it. “Call me sometime. And Henderson I guess, we do live together. So you know, don't open up with anything too weird, he could answer.”

“No accidentally flirting with your little brother, got it,” Eddie replies with a giggle. He's so happy he feels high. This is embarrassing, he's pathetic.

“Good,” she laughs. Gives his hand a little squeeze before she pulls back and gets into her car.

He watches her go with a little wave, and makes sure she's definitely gone before he does a dumb little jump and punches the air. He looks down at the number on the back of his hand. There's a little heart next to it. He's never washing his hand again.

#steddie #transfem steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #do you see. do you see what we could have. let the girl be pink in a sea of black #my fics

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zuffer-weird-girl · 1 year

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Where Hawks has a pregnant wife & she delivers easily with a healthy pair of twins, boy & girl, but she has complications afterwards. It takes hours, but the doctors say that she's a fight. She does eventually recover & despite being bleary, she basically goes, "Fuck that shit, I can't leave you alone to take care of them on your lonesone. Sorry Heihei, but you're stuck with me." She calls him Heihei when he says or does something real dumb &, according to her, the idea that she'd just give up & leave him without giving whatever Reaper that comes to collect a hell of a fight was real dumb.

"One of them has wings!" He spoke with wide eyes as he watched the picture of the ultrasound on his hands... his own pair of bright red feathers flapping and puffing at the image he held between his fingers.

"The doctor said that both of them are health." You spoke with a laugh while you sat down next to him.

Considering that both of you were still young you and him had your worries when you two discovered you were pregnant after only half of year living together. But thankfully you and your husband managed to work it out, despite Keigo's constant worrying...

Your smile dropped when you saw the serious expression he wore as he placed the ultrasound picture on the coffee table.... his messy bush eyebrows furrowed as his knee bounced slightly before coming to s stop when you placed a hand over it.

"What's on your mind heihei?" He widened his eyes a bit before chuckling at the sound of the iconic nickname you had given him before sighing.

"Deja vuu I guess... my father wasn't the best with dealing with me and honestly I think he despised my wings... I just thought that... how can you treat something so... small, and fragile like that? I mean, I almost teared up at just seeing the ultrasound..." he mumbled as you cupped his cheeks to gently place a kiss.

"That's because you are different than him. And that only means what a great father you will be." You smiled at him as his frown to be replaced by a soft brown eyed gaze to look back at you.

"You do have a way with your words dove..." he mumbled on your lips before kissing sweetly "I hope that those two get your attitude."

"Oh no, I lost that hope. They probably gonna be little shit just like you." He gasped in false offense as you laughed at his mocking hurt expression.

He honestly thought he almost crashed the window of his agency when he received the call... he was talking with Endeavor until his phone ringed with your number on its screen... only for him to answer and not to hear your voice, but from a paramedic.

The wind blew harshly at his feathers, hair and face. But he didn't care. He didn't care if looked good or not for the public when he discovered that in the middle of work his wife was about to give birth and he was once again far away from her.

He crashed inside the hospital and ignored all the coos of his fans for once as he almost tripped when he ran to the receptionist... who also was in glee to see him despite his fearfully and anxious expression.

"Please, I received a call my wife was about to give birth, where is she? Is she okay?!"

"Oh! You and your wife will have a kid?!" She exclaimed in shock as he mentally face palmed.

It was suppose to be a secret from the media and public... he begged you to it for you to just have a moment of peace and prevent the best you both could for you to have any stress to affect the twins.

"Y-yeah where-"

"Oh my Hawks-san congratulations!" She clapped her hands in glee while he was freacking out.

"Thanks. Where is she by the way? You already know her name so-" he tried to make his nerves with a charming laugh as she asked him to wait a minute as she talked on her phone only to minutes later to give the directions.

He bowed in thanks and rushed to the said directions only to be once again stopped by nurses and doctors.

"Where is she?! Is she okay?!"

"Sir please calm down a bit-" The male nurse tried but he knly freaked out more.

"Hawks san, I'm sorry but you can't enter right now. There were some complications and your wife had to go into a emergency c-section." The doctor spoke before gently parting him on the shoulder

"What?" He breathed in horror as his legs almost gave out.

"Get him a cup of water-" She instructed the nurses "I know is difficult, but try to remain calm, we are doing everything we can to make sure both your kid and your wife get out of this situation unharmed."

"Unharmed?! What the hell even happened while I was out?!"

"Sir I can't explain to you right now, they need me inside there. Now please sit on the waiting room and try to remain calm alright? Try to call a relative if it will help you out a bit..." She spoke gently before rushing to get her clothes to get inside the room you were in as he dropped on the chair... knees blucing at high speed as he grasped at his golden hair and pulled slightly as his eyes burned.

When a nurse handled him a cup of water he almost gagged when he spoke.

"P-Please, at least tell me if my wife has any chance of losing her life... or my kids..."

The nurse frowned at the hero before sighing the dreadfully words he surely didn't wanted to hear nor helped him at all.

"I dont know Hawks san. I don't know..."

It honestly took just a hour after what happened but to him it seemed he was sitting on that cursed waiting room chair for years.

When the same doctor appeared and took her mask off to show him a smile he visibly relaxed but his anxieties were still high as he stood up like a lightening bolt.

"Congratulations mister number two hero. You're now the father of one girl and one boy. Both clearly healthy."

He blinked tears away before he widened his eyes once again.

"How is she? Is she..-"

"She is fine and if you want you can enter right now-" before she could finish her sentence he stormed in and sobbed at seeing your tired figure laying on the bed while holding two bundles of blankets on both fo your arms.

You were okay... you were fine...

Your tired eyes spotted him on the entrance and a small smile appeared on your lips.

"Hello there daddy." You murmured as he carefully took steps closer to you before cupping your cheeks and peppering your sweaty face with kisses as he tried to keep his tears away.

"I'm so so sorry love.. I'm sorry you had to go through that alone, I'm sorry I couldn't be here for their birth, I'm sorry that i-"

"Heh now stop being ridiculous.. you were working and I suddenly happened, that's fine." You whispered as he kissed your forehead.

"God I thought I lost you ... the nurses and doctors wouldn't tell me and I just-"

"Did you seriously thought that I would let that happen you idiot?" You laughed weakly while he frowned "I can't just leave you alone to take care of two kids all by yourself. Sorry heihei, but you are stuck with me for good. Not even the geim reaper will take me away from you."

He let out a short laugh as he nuzzle the top of your head.

"How can you joke about stuff like that so occasionally, I mean come on I thought this was my thing..." he whispered before looking down at the two newborns sleeping on your arms.

He shakily exhaled when extended his arms as you smiled at him carefully grabbing the baby girl on his arms and sweetly carrying the blanket she was bundled up to feel the two little numbs on her small back where in some time it will grow wings.

"They're so beautiful..." he whispered in awe as you rocked the boy in your arms sweetly "Just like you..."

"Just like us..." You corrected him as he was still lost looking between both his son and daughter.

"... can I name the boy Enji the second-"

"If you dare to do that I'm kicking you out of this room right now Takami Keigo." You groaned in warning as he chuckled while apologizing.

He was still considering naming your kid that though.... please don't let him.

#hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #bnha heroes x reader #bnha heroes #hawks #zuffer writings

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shigarakisbabyy · 1 year

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Come on, big guy- Bottom!Sub!Endeavor x Top!Dom!FtM!Reader NSFW

Hello everyone!! This is a NSFW fic of enji todoroki and a trans male reader!! I hope you all enjoy >:). Reader is assumed to be on T and have top surgery, and has a tdick.

Also! I posted this same fic on my ao3 but with Hawks replacing the reader (but still FtM)

Warnings: mentions of bottom surgery, porn without plot, strap ons, sub!enji, dom!reader, bondage, blindfolds, oral, praise, master kink, spanking, gags, light degradation, orgasm control

The average person wouldn’t look at Enji and think he’s a submissive. No, based off all appearances he seems to be the dom in the relationship between you two, but no one knows Enji like you do. They don’t know how sweetly he begs for you, how he relishes in being tied up and tortured for hours after a long patrol. It’s a stress reliever for him, a way he can let go of all responsibility and duties and just be your good boy.

So when Enji came home looking utterly exhausted and tense, you got the ropes and toys ready to make him come completely undone and forget all about his day.

And now, here he was, kneeling for you with a blindfold covering his pretty turquoise eyes. His arms were tied behind his back in intricate knots, and his mouth was open and waiting for you to start using it.

“You gonna be a good boy for me?” You asked, gripping onto Enji’s hair and tugging it backwards so he was looking up at you. Of course you already knew his answer, but it was nice to hear him say it.

“Yes,” He said, his voice breathy and quiet. In everyday life he was loud and violent, yet when you had him in the bedroom it was hard to get him to speak above a whisper, save for his moans.

“Good,” You replied, shoving his face towards your groin, “Then suck.”

Instantly he latched onto your tdick with his lips and tongue, sucking away. You had him trained well, as he knew exactly how to drive you completely insane with his mouth. The twirling of his tongue, the sucking, the gentle grazes of his teeth… it was hard to make yourself last very long before cumming all over his face.

You threw your head back and moaned, deep and rumbly. You pushed his face deeper into you, grinding against his mouth for more friction.

“Fuck yeah baby,” You groaned, biting your lip, “Fuuuck yeah, right there. Good boy. Gooood boy, Enji.”

His cheeks lit up red with your praise, making you lightly smile. A hardcore villain couldn’t get to him, but the minute you called him your good boy he was putty in your hands. What a fascinating and alluring man Enji Todoroki was.

Shaking, you finally came from his skilled tongue, your juices coating the bottom half of his face. You panted and released your grip on his hair.

“Clean it up,” You commanded.

He quickly started licking up and down the insides of your thighs, then lapping up the wetness left over. You shook from the overstimulation yet you didn’t stop him, because you knew that tasting you was his favorite part.

One of the best parts of Enji being so submissive for you is that he doesn’t have to be. If he truly wanted, he could easily overpower and dominate you thanks to his strong muscles and large stature. But he chose to give himself to you, to let you control him, and he kept choosing it every time. He wanted you to own him. He wanted to be weak and needy for you.

“Such a good boy f’me,” You said, petting Enji’s hair, “Doing everything master tells you to. So obedient.”

He whined into you, flustered. You then pulled his head back, your juices glistening over his face. He panted heavily, his tongue falling out of his mouth like a dog. The sight made sparks erupt in your stomach, desire shooting through you. Desire to destroy him even more.

You put your finger through the loop of his collar and tugged it up, telling him to stand. He quickly obeyed. “Get on the bed.”

You helped guide him there, then pushed him down onto his stomach and quickly got on top of him. He was a gorgeous sight from behind, with contoured and perfect back muscles, a deliciously tiny waist, and a perfect ass that would make most women jealous. The plug you had put in him earlier with a pink jeweled base shined in the light. He seemed to be made to be a bottom.

You brought your hand down on his left ass cheek, making him lightly jolt. “You want my cock?” You asked. You had a plethora of straps to choose from to fuck Enji with.

“Y-yes,” He whined, pushing his ass back against you. You brought your hand down on his ass again.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, master.”

You reached over onto the nightstand and grabbed one of the straps you had laid out, the bigger of the two. The strap was girthy and long, but you knew Enji could take it. You had trained his ass well. You quickly attached it to yourself, putting your throbbing tdick through a small hole in the base so you could fuck him and get pleasure as well.

You pulled his plug out which elicited a small whine from him, then set it on the nightstand. You grabbed a small bottle of lube and coated the strap in it, then slowly started plunging it into his hole.

“Hmm,” You said, “I wonder how pretty you’d sound if I gagged that mouth of yours.”

Enji whined back to you, but you weren’t sure if it was from your cock or the thought of being gagged. You took the latter and grabbed a ball gag you set in the nightstand and made quick work of putting it on him. Slowly, you sheathed the entire strap inside him

“You like that?” You asked, smiling because you knew Enji couldn’t reply in anything but whines and moans.

You started out slow with little thrusts, then slowly worked your way up until you were slamming into him. He twitched and cried beneath you and pushed his ass back against the strap, bucking his hips. You gripped the rope that tied his arms behind him and pulled it towards you, arching his back to help keep him still.

“You like when I fuck this ass?” You grunted out, “You like when I make you my bitch?”

Moaning into his gag, he made a noise that resembled a yes. You groaned out from the feel of the strap on your tdick, not as good as Enji’s mouth but still pleasant. You couldn’t wait to get bottom surgery so you could feel Enji from the inside.

Today was actually a light day for you two. Most days when you both wanted to get kinky, there were nipple clamps, a lot more bondage, edging for hours until you eventually let him cum and then overstimulated him, and paddles for spanking him with. But right now you just wanted to make Enji feel good and do the things you knew for certain he loved.

You brought your hand down on his ass again, then again, then again, until bright red marks adorned his cheeks. He looked so gorgeous when he had your markings on him, you thought. So pretty when he had signs of your ownership.

His moans grew louder and louder, telling you that he was about to cum. You took the gag off him and threw it to the floor. “I hope you’re not thinking you’re gonna cum without asking me first.”

“P-please,” He groaned, “Wanna cum, please.”

“Beg better and I might consider.”

“Please!” He twitched frantically beneath you, so close to the edge and trying so hard to keep himself from going over, “Master please. N-need to cum! I-I’ll be good, I promise!”

You smiled and gripped his hair with your other hand and pulled his head back. “Cum for me, baby,” You groaned, close to the edge yourself.

He moaned violently, almost screaming, as he came. You wished you could see his pretty, blissed out face instead of the back of his head, since he surely looked heavenly.

With a few more thrusts you were cumming as well, biting your lip and groaning. When both of you were down from your highs you both breathed heavily. You took the blindfold off him and undid the ropes tying his arms back. You slowly pulled out of him and took the strap off you, then set it on the nightstand next to the other one. You could tell that both of you were done for the night.

Falling onto the bed beside him, you held your arms open for Enji which he quickly accepted, resting his head on your chest and hiking his leg up over yours. He was like a big teddy bear after you played with him.

“Everything okay?” You asked, petting his hair and massaging his arm where you knew the ropes dug in, “Anything hurt?”

He hummed out a no and nuzzled his face into your chest. Your heart swelled from how cute he was.

“I love you baby,” You said, “Love you so much. You’re so pretty and sweet and you’re such a good boy for me. I love you.”

He whined into you and mumbled an “I love you” back. You kissed the top of his head and slowly, you both drifted off to sleep.

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kjsnugget · 1 year

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Copycat

Pairing- Poly Bts x Male Reader

Summary- People who didn’t know you would consider you mean. Those who did know you loved you dearly. How does it go when you have to spend the evening with your seven boyfriends and the one guy who gets under your skin.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, reader is considered an asshole.

Notes- I apologize if your name is Jesse. If it is imagine another name. Thanks for reading!!

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You wouldn't call yourself spiteful, but you would always give back what you received from people. People who knew you dearly would call you blunt but never rude. You never held back for anyone even when you should. Some would consider you cold, you would agree. Despite your stand off attitude, you pulled seven men who would lay down their lives for you.

Everyone who knew you on a personal level loved you, those who didn't despised you deeply. Assuming you weren't good enough for the seven men, they would act rude to you. You never batted an eye towards these people. They don't know you and they never would. For their sake you would always hope they knew the lines and not to cross them. Man or women it never mattered, your hands were rated E for everyone.

Many tried to get under your skin, none succeeded. There was only one man who would cause your blood to boil. You respected your boyfriends to never cause a scene, he would tempt you though. His name was Jesse although you never referred to him by his name. It was obvious to you and your boyfriends he had a crush on them. They have remained polite, you have remained corral. Jesse watched you like hawk, waiting for anything he could use against you. You've noticed the changes in his style, following yours. His vocabulary beginning to sound a lot like yours.

The boys noticed the changes as well, they were smart enough to ignore the advances. Despite all seven, including Jimin, being taller then you, they knew you could beat them with your eyes closed. They loved you nothing would ever come between that.

Today had been one of those you dreaded, Jesse would be coming over. He played nice in front of you, but you could see his crazy from miles away. Jin had been cuddling with you on the couch while Jimin sat on your lap. Jimin was watching you play games on your phone as he usually does. His legs laid across yours and Jin's as Jin's head laid on your shoulder. The knock on the door moved their attention away for a second, it returned when Yoongi opened the door. You snickered when you heard the greetings. You let a smirk tug your lips when yoongi denied his hug.

You felt his eyes on you, waiting for a greeting which you happily ignored. The two remained in their seats as they greeted him. You could sense his anger at the sight of you three on the couch. Everyone made their way to the living room and took their seats. "Do you guys want to watch a movie?" His voice sounded like hell in your ears. "Or we could go to the mall?" He looked towards Namjoon for an answer "actually M/n took us to the mall yesterday" you could see his face twist at the answer. "Oh M/n that reminds me, can you take me to the store later?" You looked for the sound of Hoseoks voice "sure baby, what do you need?" Before Hoseok could answer Jesse spoke up " I can take you now if you need to go"

You could see he was smiling ear to ear, trying to convince hobi to go. "Sorry Jesse M/n and I like this to be our personal time" once again a smirk tugged at your lips. Jimin decided to get up to go the kitchen "anyone want something to drink?" Everyone spoke up and asked for something. You ignored when Jesse glared at you, following Jimin into the kitchen "I'll help you hyung" As they were in the kitchen Taehyung stole Jimins spot on your lap. Jin also removed himself from you to let Yoongi cuddle with you as he requested. When the two came back Jimin let out a gasp and a pout "M/n how could you let tae steal my spot" the pout on his lips caused a chuckle to escape your lips.

"Sorry baby first come first serve, plus it's your turn to sleep in my bed tonight remember?" His pout quickly vanished as he remembered he got you to himself tonight. "Why do you call him baby? Isn't that disrespectful since he's older then you?" The small smile you held vanished as Jesse spoke to you "watch your tone, I'll call them whatever I want if they are okay with it" you could see the huff he let out when you spoke to him. "Why are you being so rude? I haven't done anything to you" you glanced up at him. Taehyung noticed the glare and out his hand on your chest. You listened as he whispered in your air to calm you down. You felt the anger fade slightly as yoongi also held a grip on your arm as he cuddled into you. It was his way of keeping you at bay.

Jungkook had been silent through out the day as he also had a hard time being around Jesse. Jungkook would be considered his favorite out of the seven, and Jungkook hated it. He despised feeling uncomfortable around someone , especially in his own home. He was cuddling into hoseok and Namjoon as Jin scrolled through movies. Jesse decided to take a seat next to Jin as he was the only one sitting alone at the moment. Once everyone agreed on the movie it was a discussion on take out "how about pizza?" Jesse suggested and was turned down "m/n doesn't really like pizza" Jungkook spoke up. "Oh well everyone else does it's easy as well" Jungkook shook his head "no let's get something everyone likes." You sent a smile towards jungkook, which made him want to melt in his seat.

"How about we order from that restaurant down the street? We've all been there before." Namjoons voice spoke from across the room, and everyone of course agreed. You were the one who usually did the orders, as you remembered what everyone liked. You already had the orders in your phone. "I can start the order does everyone want the same thing as last time?" Everyone nodded and you looked at Jesse "what do you want?" He shrugged "anything is fine" you didn't care what you got him it was some type of chicken.

Once the food arrived everyone got comfortable to watch the movie. You decided to use the bathroom before it started, when you came back you felt your blood begin to boil. Jesse had taken your spot next to jungkook who obviously looked uncomfortable. The boys were staring at you, they could tell you were ready to snap. They would rather have you going off then be quiet. You simply sat on the recliner chair that was open and looked at Jungkook. "Jungkook" his head snapped towards you as you patted your lap. He smiled wide as he quickly took his place on your lap.

You felt daggers aimed towards you as you looked at Jesse who was pissed off. The rest of the night went by quickly without any other incidents taking place. Everything was going great until a loud boom. Darkness spread throughout the house as you guys heard the rain begin pouring down. "Jungkook, can you get the candles baby?" He nodded although he forgot it was to dark for you to see. He quickly grabbed candles and began to light them. Soon you could see and began putting any food away so it wouldn't go away. " do you guys mind if I stay the night it doesn't look to safe to drive" Jesse asked as he stood from the couch. The boys all looked at each other nodding. They then looked at you asking for your input. You gave a small nod.

You didn't like Jesse, but you wouldn't be the cause of his death by letting him drive home in this weather. "I'll go grab extra pillows and blankets " hoseok said as he made his way down the hallway. When he came back the pulled the sofa bed out for him. "Thank you all I really appreciate it!" You didn't respond, you started making your way to your room. Before you made it to the door you felt a heavy presence behind you, turning around all seven men stood behind you. "M/n can we all stay in here, the storm is kind of scary" Yoongi decided to be the voice of reason. You opened the door and they all piled in. Your room wasn't as big as the others. Having a house with multiple rooms was for everyone to have their personal space when needed. Living with seven people can be a lot for anyone to handle. Having all seven men piled into your room was in your opinion adorable.

The night was spent with arguing of who was going to share the bed with you. Jimin had won as it was originally his night. The rest of them spread out through your room.

Sunlight came fast through your blinds, signaling it was morning. It was your turn to cook breakfast today so you did your best to sneak out without waking them. Closing the door quietly, you made your way to the kitchen. Deciding on waffles, eggs and bacon you got everything you needed. You brewed coffee and tea for everyone as you started cooking. Your mind had forgotten Jesse was sprawled out on the couch. You didn't remember he was there until you heard him greet the others Loudly. "M/n you left us in there" this time Namjoon held the pout "sorry baby I was making breakfast for everyone, I brewed your favorite coffee" he smiled and kissed your cheek while pouring his cup.

"M/n do you make your waffles home made?" Once again his voice dampened your mood "usually I do, I didn't have enough stuff today so they are frozen." Your tone never changes when you speak to him. "Oh I usually make them home made too much better that way" you just hummed in response. Ignoring him was your only way to prevent a scene.

After serving them you were caught up in your own thoughts you didn't notice Hoseok trying to get your attention. Hoseok said your name a few times before he realized you were spaced out. He wasn't upset he knew sometimes you would zone out and never meant any harm by it. Focusing on washing the pots and pans you used it caught you by surprise when you felt a sting on your arm.

"Hey your boyfriend is talking to you, you should pay attention" you were unable to hear his words as all you were thinking about was him laying his hands on you. The boys watched stunned as you gripped the counter top, your knuckles turning white from your grip. You had just looked at him the stare cold, the anger visible. The boys watched as you stared at Jesse they could see fear start to take over. The it happened, before they could process what happened Jesse had red dripping from his face.

The crimson red began to stain his shirt as he held his nose. All seven boys rose from the table immediately going over to you. They were worried about you and your hand more then Jesse who had been dripping blood through their kitchen. Jungkook was making his way to get the first aid kit when he was stopped "Jungkook oppa your not going to do anything? He just hit me!" Jungkook pulled his arm away from him only for it to be grabbed again. Jungkook tried to stay calm once again pulling his arm away and getting the first aid kit. He quickly made his way back to you although you were trying to calm down it didn't seem to be working.

"You guys are taking care of him when he hit me! I knew he was trouble I tried telling you guys you deserve better" Jesse expected you to say something to him, he didn't expect the others to. He stood shocked as they told him off, before he was escorted out by everyone. He was shocked that they kicked him out, all he wanted was their attention he wanted them to look at him the way they look at you. He stood at their door with blood dripping down his face and shirt, how could they like you so much? You were so mean, quiet, rude. He never understood why they love you. After a while of standing there here finally left debating in his head if he should try again.

Meanwhile the boys focused their attention on you and calming you down. They knew you didn't like Jesse, they only tolerated him because they didn't want to come off as mean or rude. You finally calmed down and explained you would never blame them for this. The rest of your day was spent in bed squished between seven giants who loved you dearly.

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strawberryspotsstuff · 2 years

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*SLAMS DESK AND SWIPES EVERYTHING OFF OF IT AND SMACKS HANDS DOWN ON IT* OKAY.

SO.

TODAYS REQUEST IS A JOHN DOE X MALE READER WHERE MALE READER IS FUCKING JACKED LIKE THIS DUDE,,, MM MAN TIDDIES HNNG *CRASHING NOISES*/REF

BUT ANYWAYS DOE IS LIKE "i w ant you"(also /ref) AND READER iS LIKE "pardon" N DOE LIKE FOLLOWS HIM HOME AND READER JUST ACCEPTS THAT HES THERE (DOE CURLS UP ON HIS LAP LIKE A CAT REAL)

-yippee anon

YOU. YOU ARE LIKE FERAL DOG OUTSIDE MY HOUSE. /J

but oki will do :]]]]]]

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John Doe x Male Reader.

tw: mentions of saucy stuff/ (wanting to watch you in the shower, man titty jokes lol)

Sweaty and very concentrated reader took his time on the treadmill, swift footing in front of the other. You wore a white singlet pooling in sweat, showing off your man tittes. Paired with simple gym shorts and black running shoes, you were focused, in the zone. Airpods blasting music into your head, you didn't notice the daydreaming John watching you from the gym windows. Spit started to leak from John's mouth, not sparing any glances, just enveloped in your HOT BOD.

His hawk like gaze followed your swaying body as you hopped off the treadmill and made a beeline to the showers. John bit his lip, he would kill to watch you in there, pressing his fingers on the glass, waiting for you.

Not long after you emerged from the showers, fresh towel around your head, wearing nicely ironed blue shirt and jeans, the same shoes adorned your feet. He watched you wave goodbye tot he employees and fellow "work out buddies" Until he noticed John.

Uh oh.

You rose your brows in high concern at the man staring, directly at you, drool leaking from his mouth. "what." you muttered softly to yourself, as you left the building, John sprung up from his spot.

Wanting to catch him, you quickly caught up to him, crossing your arms. This man was confident to say at the most, he did not stop drooling, staring directly at your uh. your eyes.

"Wahahammmmmhahaha, Y/N, hiii" he smiled.

"You- You know my name" You blinked. Though, he would have scared you if you weren't built like a mountain and he wasn't- a twig.

"That, doesn't matter!" John grinned. "Because let me say! Your work is amazing!"

"Uhhh, thanks.." You blinked, rubbing your arm, looking past him, noticing that the sky was turning a dark orange.

"Welp. I, uh gotto go, dude.. um. Maybe come inside and we can... work out together?" You suggested, your voice soft and drawn out as you made your way around him.

You watched his eyes light up, nodding enthusiastically. "Oh- OH, will do!"

You squinted your eyes as you sped walk away, John standing at Gym still, watching, smiling.

Later that night you screamed to high heavens as you emerged from the bathroom, the man from outside the gym was in your house!

"Get- Get out???" You blinked, confused. You could easily pick him up, but you did want to him out, weirdly enough.

"but- i wa nt you."

"what."

"please?"

You bit your lip, sighing. What could he do anyways? You joined him on your couch, and strangely like a cat he curled onto your lap- you were more concerned how he could twist his body like that.

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istg if the house hunted fandom finds me, i might cry/pos /j :sob:

#strawberrycow writes #john doe x male reader #house hunted #john doe #malereader #how did we get here :skull:

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eff-plays · 2 years

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On my first ever playthrough, where I played my main Hawke (f!warrior), I had barely finished Origins and still knew and understood relatively little of the world of Dragon Age, I hadn't played Awakening, and I romanced Anders despite him looking so fucking Scrungly simply because he's written to be like ... genuinely a pretty nice person? (Also I love the voice acting as well, probs one of my favorites in all the games so far, rly sells the character.)

Like he's a doctor working out of a sewer to help poor people who are forgotten by the system, he's possessed by a cool powerful ghost, he's passionate and snarky, and because I'm fucked up in the head the drowning us in blood line got me going full kombucha girl.

So when he blew up the Chantry and it was supposed to be this big epic "betrayal" I was like "...huh. Ok cool. Wait you think that's stabbing-worthy? You think I would kill you for this? lolwut"

Like at this point I didn't even know Fenris was a party memeber cuz I had skipped the quest where you meet him, assuming it was a minor fetch quest or something. Like at this point I still thought Cullen creeping on Amell/Surana in Origins was tee-hee cute. And yet, I wasn't very bothered by the Chantrypalooza even though, probably as intended, it should've beeen shocking and scary and it did come out of nowhere (to me, back then, when I wasn't aware of where things were going).

I dunno what it says about me, but romancing Anders and doing all his side quests and keeping him in the party was just a positive experience for me? Like yes he's a fucking weirdo when it comes to Merrill and Fenris and I'm not saying he's perfect or anything, I think he's very flawed and codependent and very mentally ill and my man clearly needs the help he's freely giving others ... but generally, when my Hawke would help people, that little blue +5 would pop up to the side and I would go "aw, he likes it when I help people!" And why wouldn't he? He's a healer and he's possessed by the spirit of Justice. Having him in the party just made things in Kirkwall feel less shit because here's a guy who's genuinely eager to help.

So like ... yeah he blew up the Chantry but like ... he probably had a reason? That was basically my head-empty vibe-only thought process when I first played the game.

He's so disliked and hated in many parts of fandom because he's a fucked-up little creacher (and because the mainstream male gamers are like "uwu the grey morality in BioWare games is legit and deep actually" and "oh no this weird rat-looking man flirted with my manly Hawke, I'd better stab his terrorist ass the moment I can"), but to me that's what makes him so special.

Like I genuinely think that if he'd been sold as more of a sexy brooding anti-hero (or they retconned him into a hero, as it were) people would stan and defend him the way they do Cullen and Solas. (And yeah some people do of course, but he's not nearly as beloved as those two are.) But because he's a weirdo and looks like that and he's a little pathetic and sad and a wet rat and clearly mentally unwell, people were eager to have a "real" reason to hate him and kill him, even though there are beloved characters who are arguably (and definitely) much worse people.

He's a lil guy who got tired of being abused and ignored, he's the rat that bit back and gave everyone the plague and I respect that <3

#anders #dragon age anders #dragon age 2 #he's so REal i LOVE him

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“Give the prisoner the blade we found strapped to his belt. He can use it to do to this fucker what was done to him.” Jungkook had ordered without remorse.

The guards did as instructed, one of them producing a finely crafted blade with a curved edge and hilt of aged timber.

Jungkook hadn’t even given it a second glance before rising to unlock the door to the cell of the shaggy haired male.

The hinges had creaked in effort as it had opened, and Jungkook had stood by it only to extend his arm out toward the downed male, his words chilling as he ordered, “Take your revenge on this piece of shit. Cut his tongue from his mouth so he knows the pain of what he has caused you.”

The red-haired male had bowed his head in deference, his hands shaking around the blade. Jungkook hadn’t missed that. That’s why he’d been the one to hold the other male’s head back, his arms flailing and flinging in every direction while he’d pled for mercy.

It had taken the shadows returning to his irises once more, his voice deepening for him to demand, “I command you to shut the fuck up and be still. Take it like a fucking man, you waste of fucking air.”

The shaggy-haired male had ceased his movements, his pleas caught deep in his throat under the Alpha’s Bidding Jungkook had used a second time.

Jungkook had been the one to open the shaggy-haired male’s mouth and hold his tongue between his fingers. Jungkook had been the one who had instructed the red-haired male to do it, to rip the bastard’s tongue free.

And it had been done. All while she remained with her back stuck to the wall, her hands knotted in her skirts as she’d ogled the way that dominance became a second skin to her mate.

Gods, there was nothing more arousing than seeing him make others fall apart under their weakness and surrender to his control.

No one could hope to overpower him. He was the strongest in the pack, and no male or female could ever deny him if he willed it.

That was what it meant to be Pack Alpha. To command obedience from all and take it from none. To be unbeatable and untamable in his raw thew. To be unconquered and unmatched against any and all who would oppose him.

She had been a fool to think she could deceive him. A total, utter fool.

A cauldron of emotions begins to brew within her at the memory, and amongst them all, arousal and submission alike stand up tall and proud. Her lips tremble ever so subtly, and she draws in shaky breaths to try and gather herself, her eyes wide and innocent as she gazes up at him, utterly helpless and completely dominated by the man in front of her - Her mate. Her alpha. She really was a fool to think she could hide anything from him. How utterly foolish she was to think she could go behind his back and buy those toys when all it would take for him to find out is a single inquiry at the shop, one glance at the closet- and more so- one fucking look at her. She'd never been good at hiding things. Her hands would get clammy, sweat pooling around her temples uncontrollably, and her heart would beat loud and wild like that of a silly little rabbit. And around him? Those symptoms would be magnified by a hundred- no, a thousand times more. Why? It was simply, really. She always knew she would never stand a chance against his skills. He could pick up on the smallest of details faster than a hawk, and while his intelligence made her squeal and gush with absolute adoration, it also reminded her of how she couldn't- shouldn't ever dare try and hide anything from him. Sure.. she didn't mean to hide the toys. Like she said.. she'd been too shy. Her alpha knew of that. His mate had always been far too timid and bashful when it came to things like this. It's why he decided to give her some time to open up about it herself. So, he'd waited and waited.. and waited, but fuck- she did not own up. Instead, she'd decided to hide the damned contraptions. And when he stumbled upon them that fated night, she'd been clever enough to push him away from the closet, pulling him in closer with wandering hands and lust-filled eyes in the most irresistible way ever known to him. And when he'd finally decided that he'd had enough.. when he confronted her about it hours ago, she dared to lie to him. Without hesitation. She's gotten too bold- too comfortable with being bratty. He'd let that happen. He's been far too lenient, and far too forgiving of all her wrongs. He thought a small little nudge here and there would be enough to push her down the right path, but, he was wrong. It was his own fault. Why else would she have pulled that stunt in front of all the alphas? Why else would she have thought it would be okay for her lie to his face, and play him like a fool for four months? His grip on her chin gets tighter at the thought, a deep growl leaving the depths of his chest, the sound reverberating throughout the room as it pierces the quiet crackle of the warm fire, the sound bouncing off the walls in a loud echo. It intimidates her. A shiver runs down her spine, a mewl leaving her loud and clear. The sight has his wolf howling in pride as he puffs up his chest slightly, head tilted up in triumph. "Aw.. what is it, omega?" he asks with faux sympathy making her whimper, shuffling back on her knees now, too intimidated to hold her stance or his gaze. "Cat got your tongue?"

Not for the first time, her words have been drawn out of her. Like a spile has been attached to her, they flow away like water and no matter how many times she tries to force them back in, they continue to leave her empty of vocables.

His thoughts are there to fill her head, though. And based on them, she’d failed him many times over. Over and over, he had forgiven her. Had forsaken his own bruised pride just to satisfy her because he loved her so. It hadn’t been that he had simply let go of that or forgotten as she once thought he had.

How had she been so blind? So deaf to his warnings and teachings?

All those nights she’d spent underneath him while he’d. been mounted and thrusting his cock between her soddened folds with curses and possessed orders ghosting his lips… it had all been ultimately for her own pleasure.

All those stolen moments in the forest, the Elder’s Den, the Dining Hall, the Archives, the Forge, and even the Schoolhouse… he’d always caved to her pleas. Always. No matter how much a brat she’d been.

This male that could make her bend to his will with one single word.

This male that made the room fall silent when he walked in.

This male that commanded the whole of the alphas in the pack and took disobedience from none.

Somewhere down the line, the mundaneness of being obedient had become… tedious.

Lackluster.

Boring.

She had never been one who had liked monotony. It become tiresome and grey.

Perhaps that’s why she’d done it all along.

She’d simply wanted something different. She’d wanted to see what happened when she pushed him far enough that there was no more restraint. There was no more pained grunts of his control threatening to slip.

She didn’t entirely remember what happened the night she’d accidentally drank the aphrodisiac that had tasted exactly like he smelled. Black vanilla, aged pears, and blooming gardenia.

Only fragments of that night remained in her mind now. But in them, he’d been everything the innermost part of her- the part that would never actually tell him what she was too shy to admit- had wanted.

He’d put the mark of his teeth and hand everywhere. He’d made her legs go wonderfully numb and her neck, chest, stomach and thighs purple, red, and brown in the rough, hard claiming she’d begged for like a fucking prayer.

It had started against the wall, on his thigh, in the hallway right next to the front door. It had ended with her on her hands and knees on their bed as he’d fucked her from behind, the sheets torn to fucking pieces around her while she’d drooled pathetically- albeit wantonly-into them with his hand around her throat.

How she had not gotten pregnant that night, she had no idea.

The male before her does, though.

She’d pled for him that night to give her children. She’d told him she acted the way she did because she wanted him to lose what little control he had and give her a family so that he’d be hers forever.

And what had he done?

He’d almost given that to her, too.

But the memories of her disobedience had been rampant in his mind when he’d taken his cock between her lips that night to silence the begging, her lust-filled eyes ever so often drifting to the box in the closet that she’d distracted him from.

Of course, while she’d been distracted in that, he’d been lost in her.

Perhaps she’d known that all along. Perhaps she hadn’t.

But one thing was certain:

She fucking ate it up when he became feral.

#alpha jungkook asks

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hellhound5925 · 11 months

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Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior*

Chapter One

The activity in Coruscant was a much larger shock to me than I expected. The colors were also a lot to take in, I had never seen this much activity in one place before. I vaguely remember my time on Mandalore but it was nothing like this. Even during some of my travels with Kal'buir (Papa Kal) we never saw anything close to this.

What pulled me from my thoughts was the control tower taking over my comms.

"This is control tower to Gauntlet, do you read?" Said one a voice that sounded very similar yet different to one of my vode (brothers).

"This is Gauntlet, requesting permission to land" I said into the comms.

There was a crackle before a response "State your business".

"Uhhh I'm here at the request of the jedi counsel. I was told to meet with General Skywalker." I can't blame them for their hesitancy as I was instructed to land at the clone barracks versus the port for all other travelers.

"Permission to land granted. Please see yourself to landing platform 7". Hearing that voice on the other end made me miss my vode (brothers). Ordo and Mereel were the ones I was closest with. I made mental note to comm them once I was settled in.

I landed the Gaunlet on platform 7 and grabbed my few belongings. One duffle bag with cloths and hygiene products, and the other a large metal case on wheels. This large metal case held my heritage, my family, everything I was taught and knew up to this moment. Everything that said

I am a daughter of Manda'yaim (the planet Mandalore).

As I walked towards to barracks I noticed many of the clone troopers walking around nodded politely in my direction. I reciprocated. When I finally made it through the large blast doors, there was a desk with a clone in red and white plastoid armor sitting.

"Excuse me sir"

He looked up at my from his data-pad and cleared his throat "You must be here to meet with General Skywalker. I am Commander Fox, of the Coruscant guard. I will let the General know you are here."

"Thank you Commander" I replied.

Only a few short moments later a clone appeared who's armor immediately caught my attention due to the blue jai'galaar'la sur'haii'se (shriek-hawk eyes) on the helmet.

I'd recognize that symbol anywhere. I'm really impressed.... he must have don't something to earn those marks.

He spoke briefly to Commander Fox before coming my way. He seemed to be studying me but it was hard to tell considering he was wearing his buy'ce (helmet). There was a rather long moment of silence before he awkwardly cleared his throat and spoke...

"You must be Raven Skirata. I am Captain Rex of the 501st. You have been assigned to my squad. If you'll follow me the General is waiting."

I didn't even have a chance to speak before he turned and began walking down the hall. I grabbed my things and followed.

We walked in silence for a while.

I was slightly intimidated by the Captain, I thought to myself. He carried himself proudly but not in an arrogant kind of way, he seems rough yet gentle if that's even possible. Kal'buir (Papa Kal) always said I was good at reading people. I've got a good feeling about the Captain infront of me.

He stopped abruptly at a door where he punched numbers on a keypad before motioning me inside. I nodded my head in appreciation and entered towing my belongings behind.

Inside the room stood a human male and female togruta. "Welcome to Coruscant. I am Anakin Skywalker and this is my padawan Ahsoka Tano". I extended my hand to shake theirs "I am Raven Skirtata. It's an honor to be here".

I had almost forgotten about the Captain being in the room until he spoke, "Sir, I hate to interrupt but I have business to attend to if I may be excused". General Skywalker glanced his way with a smirk on his face "Actually Rex, when Ahsoka is done giving Raven a tour I was hoping you could introduce her to the rest of the squad. Paperwork can wait for once."

The Captain sighed "I'm not sure if the leaders of the GAR would agree with that statement sir."

General Skywalker walked over to him placing a hand on his shoulder "When do we ever do anything by their terms." Commander Tano chuckled "That's only you master." Her boldness caused me to chuckle.

He laughed "You're probably right Ahsoka. Well I'd love to chat but I've got to catch up with Obi-wan before he sends Cody to find me. I'll catch up with you all later. It was nice to meet you Raven." And with that he nodded my direction before leaving the room.

Commander Tano then beckoned me to follow offering to help with my case. I respectfully declined. I never much liked having my beskar'gam (armor) in the hands of another. Whether I trusted them or not.

She led me and Captain Rex down many halls stopping to make note of what rooms mattered and what didn't. I glanced behind me at one point to see if the Captain was still there as he was so quiet. We exchanged a look (at least I assume) before continuing on after Ahsoka.

The average person would probably have been lost by the way Commander Tano erratically walked between hallways pointing out different rooms and such. However, one thing Kal'buir (Papa Kal) always instilled in me and even my vode (brothers) was to always know where you are and where you came from. Both literally and our roots.

Finally we ended in the Officers wing of the barracks which is where I would be staying. We stopped outside of one of the doors and Ahsoka smiled at me "Well this is your room, Ole Rex here is right down the hall if you ever need anything." She said patting him on the shoulder. He didn't move an inch just hummed in response. "Thanks" I said smiling back at them before hitting the keypad to open the door.

I dragged my belongings inside and looked around the room. Dull grey bare walls, it was small but I didn't anything large. One double bed was on the far wall to the left while to the right there was a closet which doors were open showing a small dresser inside. Immediately to the right of the door was another door I assumed went into the fresher and immediately to the left a small desk with a chair.

"Oh" Commander Tano said reaching into her pocket. "Here is the code to the door. If you want you can program it to your wrist com so it knows it's you or punch the code in."

"Great thanks" I said taking the paper and looking it over. 1327. Easy enough to remember. I placed my bag on the bed and dragged my case over and pushed it under the bed. The closer to me the better. It's not that I didn't trust anyone but this case is my life and everything I am. Where I go...this goes...

"Well I've got to get going but you are in good hands." She said from the doorway, gesturing to the Captain before patting his shoulder paldron.

She skipped off down the hall leaving Captain Rex and I staring at each other in silence.

"She seems great" I said smiling hoping to ease the obviously awkward air between us.

"Yeah she is" He said before glancing down the hall.

"Shall we get going then?" I asked.

"Oh..yeah...yes. They squad is eager to meet you" He responded.

We left my room with the door shutting and locking behind me. "So Captain..." I started. He hummed in response.

"How many soldiers are in your squad?" I asked.

He continued walking quietly for a moment before responding "8. Including me."

I hummed in response. As we continued walking in silence I thought over how different each of my vode (brothers) were when we were all living together, and it made me wonder....how different are each of the boys of the 501st?

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****A/N****

Thanks for reading! I hope it's alright. You may notice me publish something and then change it so I apologize I'm going to try not to do that but sometimes I change my mind on the direction we are going.

Please give me some feedback, positive or negative.

Thanks! Enjoy!

Masterlist

#clone captain rex #may the 4th be with you #may the force be with you #rex star wars #star wars clone wars #star wars the clone wars #the clones #rex x you #rex x reader #captain rex x you #dogma #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #hardcase #clone medic kix #tup #jesse

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duckymcdoorknob · 1 year

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Helloooo Ducky! May I please make an order for a small espresso with no ice? I'd love some sea salt and caster sugar with that! The names on the order are Bakugou and another of your choice! Thank you very much good fellow😍/p

Oh bestie I’m gonna RIP YOUR HEART OUT 😭😭😭

OOH LORDY

Ohhhhh my lord it’s sad as fuck

This one is gonna be a long one!!

POV: ducky doesn’t know shit about chess.

Cross-posted to AO3

CW BELOW THE CUT: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. DO NOT READ IF THIS IS A SENSITIVE TOPIC FOR YOU!! There is also presence of blood and illness symptoms.

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

Izuku took a few deep breaths in preparation. Why was he so scared? Bakugo is his best friend. Wait. That’s it. Bakugo is his best friend. His best friend of ten years, who he cherished dearly, who he would do anything for.

Bakugo is his best friend. He may not act like it, but he’s always be willing to help!

The green-haired boy sighed as his hand came up to rap at the blonde’s dorm room door. “Hey, Kacchan? It’s me.”

Low grumblings were heard from the other side of the door, and it opened shortly after. “What is it, nerd?”

“I need a favor.”

The explosive boy sighed harshly. “Come on in.”

Just like he had done many times in the past, Izuku smiled as he took a seat on Bakugo’s bed. “So I need your help with this. All-Might said that I haven’t been myself lately, and I can’t deny what he’s saying.”

The One-For-All user sucked in an anxious breath as he handed his best friend a piece of paper. The blonde took it in confusion and scanned over the contents of the page.

“He told me to set twenty goals for myself. Some things that I’ve always wanted to do, things that always make me happy, things I haven’t done in a while. I was hoping that you would help me complete them.”

Bakugo’s gaze lingered on the final item on the list, but he nonetheless couldn’t help the gentle, upward quirk of his lips. “Sure thing, let’s get to work.”

The two boys set off to complete the list. The first thing they decided to do was learn how to play chess. Izuku had never picked up on how to properly play, so they consulted Sero.

“It’s actually pretty easy. These tiny pieces here…” the brown-haired male chimed, toying the tiny pawn between his thumb and forefinger, “are called the pawns. You have lots of these little guys, but they can’t do much movement.”

The explosive hero-in-training picked up rather quickly, but it took Izuku a bit to catch on.

Bakugo was uncharacteristically quiet and peaceful, explaining each piece in a gentle-toned voice. “This one here is called the rook. It’s like the Hawks of chess pieces, only the queen is stronger.”

“Number Five: learn to play chess.”

Izuku listened intently, but couldn’t help the tears that sprang to his eyes suddenly. He hastily gasped and brought his arms up to wipe his leaking eyes.

“This one here is called the- Deku?” Bakugo furrowed his brows, “What’s on your mind?”

“Mm! N-Nothing. Sorry, I don’t know where that came from.” The green-haired boy chirped in reply as he sniffled a little bit, “I think I’m just really glad that I’m feeling better.”

“Well, good. I can’t beat you if you aren’t at your best.” The blonde replied with a menacing grin.

“Yep! I’ll feel better soon, and then we can race to be number one!” The boy chimed, re-engrossing himself in the chess game.

The day went by without a hitch, with each item easily being crossed off. As the tasks were complete, Izuku’s mood did seem to be improving, but it also seemed to be dropping at the same time.

They were down to the last three items on the list. The first task to tackle was meeting Izuku’s hero. He had already met All-Might, so he opted to meet the hero that saved him and his best friend just a mere year ago.

Kamui Woods.

The two young heroes found a meet and greet that was being held at a nearby bookstore. It would mean standing in line for quite a while, but the two were training heroes, it was nothing that they couldn’t handle.

The two were near the front of the line when Izuku suddenly started coughing harshly. The greenette fell to his knees, clutching his chest as he wheezed for a decent breath.

Bakugo gasped and immediately knelt down. “Deku? What the hell is wrong? Are you okay?”

“N-Nothing! I just need a hug. That’s all, just a hug please.” Tears once again flowed into the choking boy’s eyes, “Please, Kacchan. Just give me a hug, please, please, please.”

The explosive hero obliged without hesitation, wrapping his arms around the One-For-All user. The green-haired boy clawed desperately at his best friend’s back to hug him tightly, coughing painfully into his hand shortly after.

Kamui Woods looked up from his table to see the crumbling heroes. He recognized them instantly: they’re Aizawa’s boys. He rushed to their sides, holding his phone up to his ear to call the aforementioned teacher.

“Eraser, it’s me- Yes I’m fine, it’s one of your kids- Yes, one of yours- I’m taking him to the hospital- yes, him- I’m not sure of his name, he has green hair- Midoriya?” The hero looked at the panicking blonde, who nodded quickly, “Yes, that’s his name- Yes, please bring All-Might- see you soon.”

“Deku? Are you still with me? Hey!” Bakugo yelped, shaking the boy in his arms.

“I’m fine just… just please don’t let go… just hold onto me a little while longer…” the One-For-All user slurred sleepily. Within the next moment, he was out cold on Bakugo’s shoulder.

“Number Twenty: Get a big hug from Kacchan.”

“We need to go. Come with me.” The pro hero demanded, taking off toward the hospital.

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Three pro heroes and two training heroes sat cramped in the tiny hospital room. There was an uncomfortable silence between them, tension thick enough to cut.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on here, problem child?” Aizawa’s voice was stern, his gaze deadly.

“Number Nineteen: See Mister Aizawa again.”

“I’m not sure. I was just in line to meet Kamui Woods and-“ the boy stopped dead in his tracks, noticing that his hero was in his room, “Oh! Um… hi, sir. Im Izuku, a big fan of yours.”

The hero smiled, “it’s great to meet you, Izuku. You gave me and your friend quite a scare back there.”

“Number Eighteen: Meet my hero.”

“Right, yeah… sorry about that, everyone.”

“Stupid Deku, nearly gave me a freaking heart attack.” Bakugo grumbled, standing up to flick the greenette’s forehead, “You must really love being in this damn hospital, huh?”

Izuku chuckled. “I guess so. Hey, on the bright side, we completed the list!”

Bakugo smiled as he turned to All-Might. “I guess this list idea of yours wasn’t so bad after all. We actually had a lot of fun.”

“What do you mean?” All-Might’s brows were furrowed, “I never-“

“Kacchan.” Izuku called, “Come here. I need another favor.”

Before he could question the older man, the blonde turned his attention to a smiling Deku, who was holding up his thumb.

“Do what I do.” The boy bit the skin on this thumb, drawing a tad bit of blood. He held his thumb up in the air. “Just trust me.”

Bakugo mirrored the action, and stood confused as his friend pushed their bleeding thumbs together.

“Katsuki Bakugo… You are strong enough to inherit my quirk. My power is called One-For-All, and I am passing it down to continue with you. Use it responsibly for the greater good.”

“What are you-” The explosive blonde jumped back as the power began to course through his veins.

“Young Midoriya!-“

“Midoriya!-“

“Izuku!-“

The greenette began to grow paler and colder by the second, feeling the absence of power hit harder than expected. “Kacchan…” the boy trailed off with a sleepy smile, “It’s going to be okay.”

All-Might turned away from the scene, not being able to bear the sight of his most beloved pupil suffering. Aizawa rested a hand on his coworker’s shoulder to show his solidarity.

“Why did you do that?! What the hell is wrong with you?!” Bakugo cried. “I don’t understand- what are you hiding from me?!”

“Kacchan… I’m dying.”

There it was. The cat had been let out of the bag, and all Izuku could do was wait to see his lifelong best friend’s reaction.

“What…? No you’re not.” The blonde shook his head as his features grew angry, “Stop lying, this shit isn’t funny.”

“Do you remember when I told you about how if I overused my quirk too much…” the boy trailed off. “I’ve over-exerted myself… There’s nothing I can do about it, it’s too late to go back… I’m going to die today, I‘ve had a feeling since this morning.”

“But we made sure that you were being more careful! This can’t be happening…” Bakugo couldn’t begin to process the news. “D-Dammit, Deku. Why? Why didn’t you tell anyone? Tell me?” The blonde asked in exasperation, gripping one of the handles on the side of the bed.

“All-Might is the only one who understands. I didn’t want to scare you or make you try to find a cure. I made sure to pass on my quirk to someone important to me. I’m not scared of dying anymore, I’ve come to terms with it.”

“You knew?” Bakugo hissed, whipping his body around to lunge at the ex hero. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. “After all this time, and you two kept another secret from me? What the hell?!”

Kamui Woods stopped the boy before he could attack his teacher. “Stop. Now is not the time to hold grudges. Go be with your friend, he needs you.”

The explosive blonde retreated to the bed where his best friend took his hands. “I won’t really be leaving, you know that. All of the spirits of the past wielders will come to you.”

“Izuku!” The blonde yelled, voice breaking. “Don’t talk like that! If you knew you were going to die, why would you have us do that stupid list?! It doesn’t make any-”

“Kacchan… “Izuku sighed, dropping Bakugo’s hands, “that was my bucket list.”

Bakugo staggered backwards, breath catching in his throat. The tears he had been trying so desperately to hide came rolling down his cheeks, pattering onto the floor below. He stood dumbfounded, not daring to move or breathe. He stuttered out a few words, his voice exiting his lips in a cracking whisper.

“A-Are you damn serious…? Y-You mean to- to tell me T-that we just spent the entire day-“

“Kacchan…” Izuku’s face fell into a sympathetic look. He patted his lap as a beckon to his childhood friend. He held the boy in his arms to try and comfort him.

“This can’t be real…” Bakugo whimpered.

“You’re going to be a great hero, Kacchan. It’s going to be hard at first, but you’re super strong. Don’t work yourself too hard… please. More importantly, don’t ever give up. I promise I’ll be back by your side very soon.” The green-haired boy murmured as he carded his fingers through his friend’s hair.

The explosive blonde was uncharacteristically quiet, albeit his constant sniffling. The three pro heroes quietly chatted amongst themselves, leaving the room just quiet enough for only Bakugo hear one more uttered gratitude.

“Thank you, Katsuki.”

The explosive hero gasped, shooting upward. “No, no, no, no, no- Izuku! This isn’t- this isn’t goodbye! Please!”

“Take care of him for me… okay?” Izuku’s voice was mousy and strained.

The monitor flatlined.

Bakugo screamed.

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Understanding the One and Only Miss. Chloe Bourgeois Preview 2

“Yes Adrikins?” Chloe said all cute and wide-eyed for him.

“I know you guys aren’t the best of friends, but,” then Chloe’s happiness turned into wrath.

“Oh no, don’t tell me you brought over Moron Dupain-Cheng!”

“No,” a calm, yet stern voice said. “It’s your worst nightmare.” The voice turned out to be no other than Kagami Tsurugi, Adrien’s fencing partner, and now his girlfriend.

“Her?!” The angry blonde stomped over to the Japanese girl. “You brought over her, Adrikins?!”

“Believe me sister,” Kagami responded all deadpan. “I’m not as stoked to be here as you are to see me.”

Before anything else can happen, Adrien stepped in between the two girls; pushing them apart.

“Whoa, whoa, hey,” the male blonde attempted to make peace between the two rivals. “Chloe, Kagami, as I said, I know neither of you aren’t the best of friends, but I’d figured I’d bring Kagami along to help cheer you up, Chloe.”

When her childhood friend spoke those words, the rich girl couldn’t help, but feel a little bit happy, but also astonished.

“He wants to help me cheer up,” Chloe thought to herself. “After what happened between Ladybug and I?” Although Chloe did appreciate what her best friend was attempting to do, she couldn’t help but still feel anger and jealously seeing Kagami across from her.

“Adrikins, if you wanted to help me, then you should’ve brought someone over who is cooler and has higher class than her!”

“Chloe!” Adrien gasped with exasperation, but Kagami was now furious.

“That’s it, I’m leaving!” The Japanese girl trampled away, but Adrien tried to help her.

“Kagami, wait,” the blonde boy attempted to help out his girlfriend, but to no avail.

“No Adrien,” Kagami swatted his hand away. “I knew coming here was a bad idea to begin with!” She then eyed over to Chloe.

“I’d always knew that she was trouble, but this just proves how malicious and vicious she is!” The love interest of Adrien verbally attacked Chloe as if she was a venomous snake preying on its victim.

“Ladybug had every right to kick her off as Queen Bee! She is no good, in fact, maybe she is worse than Hawk Moth himself!”

Both rich blondes gasped.

“How dare you!” Chloe began to run over to her, only for Adrien to hold her back.

“Chloe, stop, wait!” The Spoiled Sweet did his best to calm down The Spoiled Brat.

“Kagami please,” Adrien begged.

“Too late Adrien! It’s either her or me, your girlfriend!”

“Girlfriend?!” Now Chloe was extremely vicious.

“Bye Adrien, I’ll see you later!” Kagami walked out, feeling not just bitter at Chloe’s judgment, but upset that despite everything that just happened, she was willing to give the rich girl a chance for her boyfriend, despite their differences. When she was finally alone from all the corruption, the Japanese girlfriend let out a sigh of regret.

“I wanted to give her a chance, Adrien. I really did.”

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Dawn and Dusk

PV Felinette

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Felinette November Prompt Week, Day 7, Sun. (Nov 27): Dawn & Dusk

Hey guys! The last story for @felinettenovember week!

! TRIGGER WORNING FOR ANXIETY ATTACK and FEAR OF THE DARK !

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She wakes up, sits up in bed and looks into the darkness of the night room.

In the gap between the curtains, she sees the sky, – still dark, but no longer as dark as midnight, because dawn is about to come and the horizon will begin to brighten, chasing the darkness of the night, – along with all its fears and anxieties, – away.

Her thoughts go back to that night, many years ago, when she was still afraid of the darkness that filled the space between dusk and dawn...

[Flashback]

This school evening didn’t portend any changes in her life. Just another event where she would fantasize about being invited to dance by one particular person, and will be approached by anyone but him.

But as soon as the sunset burned out, dance music began to play in the large school hall and Marinette took her usual waiting spot near the exit – simply because from here she had a good view of most of the hall and she could pine after the boy she liked while watching him from a distance, – the light turned off.

Not only did the lights go out, but apparently the power went out because the music stopped and all she could see was darkness, and all she could hear was the noise of worried students.

Overcoming her long-standing fear of the dark, Marinette swallowed, clenched her teeth, and holding on to the wall headed for the exit, – if there was an Akuma responsible for this somewhere, which wouldn’t be surprising since Hawk Moth liked to attack her school during public events, – she needed to transform and find them...

Walking down a dark corridor away from the bulk of the people and reaching the nearest class, Marinette called to the room, checking to see if anyone was there, but no one answered her. She went in and closed the door behind her before calling for Tikki.

“Do you think it’s an Akuma?” The girl asked, going to the window, where was the brightest spot in the room, but the light was still extremely dim, because it came only from the moon – all city buildings and street lamps within her visibility were also shrouded in darkness. “It will be difficult for me to jump around the rooftops in such darkness without night vision, but I’ll probably have to do it anyway…”

“I’m not sure, Marinette.” The kwami replied with hesitation. “Perhaps it’s…” Tikki trailed off and slid back into her chosen’s purse as the door opened and someone entered the class.”

“Is there someone here?” A familiar male voice asked, and after hearing it, Marinette immediately became calmer in this darkness, from which unpleasant goosebumps were running down her back.

“Felix!” She breathed out in relief, – although she was looking for solitude herself, it was only when Marinette was alone in the dark that she realized how unprepared she was for this.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng…” He responded courteously, if a little irritably, as if he wasn’t happy to find her here. “I didn’t mean to disturb you, excuse me.” He said hastily and the door opened again, which only meant that he was about to leave.

The prospect of being alone with the darkness that frightened her, – which didn’t seem anything special in the light of street lamps and windows, but which aroused some primitive horror in her now, when there were no usual sources of light around, – terrified her even more than the fear of looking ridiculous, and with a loud cry of “No!” Marinette rushed to the door to stop him from leaving.

Almost blind in the darkness, she stumbled on the flat floor and collapsed into his arms, thankfully ready for her clumsiness. “I… am sorry, F-felix…” Marinette muttered as the boy helped her straighten up. “I didn’t mean to… I… Of course you can go… I just… I…”

At the thought that he would leave and she would be left alone, Marinette felt her breath become difficult, and the gray shadows around her began to merge into a blur of gloom, and her shoulders shook with uncontrollable trembling.

“...cheng… Marinette… Marinette!” Reached her blurred consciousness and the girl tried to focus her eyes on his face, which was barely visible in the darkness of the classroom – away from the window. “Can you hear my voice, Marinette? Breathe with me, do you hear? Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out…”

“I… you… go… dark… dark…” Marinette muttered as she struggled to understand what was happening and continued to choke on the air. Now there were no specific frightening thoughts in her head, but just a diffuse anxiety that didn’t allow her to calm down.

She felt the ring of his arms tighten around her, and the warmth of his closeness eased her anxiety slightly, though Marinette was still unable to regain her breath. “I’m here…” His low voice whispered, as softly as she’d ever heard Felix speak, as if penetrating her mind and displacing her anxiety. “I’m here, with you, Marinette…”

Her body began to relax and go limp against his chest, then she felt the hot stream of his breath right on her face as Felix leaned down to her. As if it was the most correct, the most natural action in the world, his lips found hers, and a completely different shiver went down Marinette’s back, – warm and enveloping, calming and exciting, but with a completely different emotion.

His kiss was very slow, and as tender as she would never have expected it to be from a man as cold on the outside as Felix seemed to be. His hands slightly loosened their grip on her, as if letting her take that part of the control over her body that she already could, overcoming her anxiety.

When his lips completely stopped, not moving away from hers however, but continuing to slowly breathe into them, and sending more and more waves of warmth and relaxation down her back, – Marinette pulled away from his face a little, as if to look into his eyes – if only it were possible in such darkness.

“Felix…” She whispered under her breath, peering into the outlines of his face and not being able to see them clearly.

Was this his way of stopping her anxiety attack? If so, it definitely worked, but her poor heart wasn’t sure it was ready to pay for it with its subsequent disappointment...

“Perhaps confessing my feelings to you is just as good now as it is any other time…” He spoke softly, and loosened his grip on her even more. “Forgive me… I shouldn’t have… I just…”

Felix let go of her completely, and Marinette instantly felt how cold it seemed without his embrace, and her next words seemed as natural in this darkness as the touch of his lips a little earlier. “I love you, Felix…” She whispered, and before he had a chance to escape, she pulled him by the neck towards her.

Felix sucked in a sharp breath, – as if her words burned his chest from the inside with the same heat as his words burned hers, – and his next kiss was already more insistent and desperate, as if he was afraid that she would escape and leave him alone, and not vice versa…

“Do you think it’s an Akuma?” Marinette asked in a low voice some time later, when she was recovering from the several passionate kisses they shared in the darkness and that made her breathless.

“The Akuma alarm system is self-powered, so regardless of access to city electricity, we would have heard the alarm.” Felix answered authoritatively. “Probably there was some kind of breakdown in the city power plant.”

“You… will you stay with me until the breakdown is fixed?” She asked carefully, afraid to frighten off what was happening between them.

Felix hugged her tighter in his arms and kissed her hair. “Until then, and then until you let me.” He answered.

Marinette relaxed and closed her eyes, where a warm darkness met her.

But it seemed that she would no longer be afraid of this gap between dusk and dawn. There was a lot of happiness hiding in it, after all...

[End of flashback]

She sees the dawn begin to creep up, slowly but surely, penetrating the sky and unavoidably resurrecting light.

She turns away from the window and watches her husband sleep, his chest rising and falling calmly, the light strands of hair tangled on his forehead.

Her attention is drawn by quick light steps in the hallway and the door opens. “Mommy, can I stay with you and daddy?” Little blonde girl asks from the threshold.

“Of course, honey.” She says, and when little feet run up to the bed and slide under the covers between her and her husband, burrowing deeper, she adds. “You can always come to me, my girl, daddy and I are always with you.”

“I love you, mommy…” Her daughter mutters back, – her eyes already closed as she falls asleep almost instantly.

She looks around the slowly brightening room once more and lies down too, burrowing under the covers together with her family.

While the dawn is coming, she still has time to get more sleep and enjoy the rest of the fading darkness.

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New Accidental Mistress Fic

IT IS TIME. I do apologize for the long wait, but your patience has allowed me to draft a lot of new material over the period of NaNoWriMo. I'm really looking forward to having a lot of content to release, especially poised at the beginning of a new year.

This next fic takes place directly after the events of Enter Knight. You can find links to all Accidental Mistress content here. I recommend reading Experiment 239-158 and Enter Knight before this one, as they come first chronologically. Stray Cat, which features Oliver, is standalone. Heads up, this new one is my longest yet. It's also kind of a hybrid snz/whump fic.

At the Silver Market

Length: 7068

Content and warnings: male sneezing, whump, description of a panic attack, mention of self-harm/suicidal ideation

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Were there something you desired on the continent of Dryste, and even a few of the lands beyond, chances were it could be found for sale at the Silver Market. Row after row of shops exuded the pungent richness of exotic spices, the shrill calls of birds and other animals, the lilting strains of lively music, the savory scent of roasting meat, the dazzling rainbow displays of fabric, the chiming ring of struck metal, the tingling chill of magic, and so much more—all amid the crush and pull of a sea of people of every race and species.

Never staying in any one place for long, the sprawling marketplace had ballooned to hundreds of vendors over the years as it made its annual circuit across the lands. Some traveled with the Market itself. Others were local merchants and artisans taking advantage of the crowds. Anywhere they set down turned into a small city of tents and stands, caravans and carts, all bursting with colorful wares and equally colorful merchants hawking them.

“That would look lovely on you, Mistress.”

An uncomfortable mumble filtered through Noelle’s thick, black scarf as she fought the blush rising in her cheeks.

“Um, p-please don’t call me that when we’re in public.”

“As you wish.” Oraion leaned down to her ear and dropped his voice to a sultry murmur, his long hair tickling her shoulder. “Noelle.”

The tip of his nose brushed her ear with a sniffle that could only be deliberate. So much for not blushing…

“The point stands.” He straightened up again with a toss of his deep red tresses. “You really ought to, erm, expand your wardrobe beyond these drab, baggy frocks and knit scarves you always wear. You have a nice figure, my dear, you should show it off more.”

“Noelle can wear whatever she wants to.”

On Noelle’s other side, Quinns trudged along with their hands thrust in their pockets and their green eyes locked resolutely ahead, as if somehow they could ignore Oraion out of existence. It would be more convincing if they could stop sniping at him.

“Of course she can." The demon Oraion, currently disguised as a human, paused and rubbed his nose with a handkerchief. There had already been one sneezy incident that morning, leading to Quinns's discovery of Noelle's recently acquired "roommate," and Oraion had been sniffling ever since they'd left the tower. Noelle suspected he had hay fever as well, but she couldn't bring herself to ask, especially not in front of Quinns. "-snf- I was merely suggesting she broaden her horizons. It does one good to get a change of pace, on occasion.”

The nearby merchant he referred to sold splendid finery in a wide range of beautiful jeweled tones beneath an awning of equally eye-catching colors. They even offered enchanted tailoring on the spot so any garment could fit any body. The dress Oraion had singled out was indeed lovely. Glossy emerald green silk cascaded down the full skirt, with a split up the front that revealed the rich, caramel brown layer gathered beneath. Fine embroidery in golden yellow adorned the hems in swirling patterns that evoked the image of interwoven vines. The bodice cinched in at the waist for a dramatic silhouette, with a ruffled neckline that hung off the shoulders. It probably cost more money than Noelle had seen in her life.

"It's very nice, Oraion… A bit too nice for me, I think. I-I wouldn't know what to do with a dress that, um, extravagant."

"Why, wear it, of course." He flashed her a roguish grin. "Whenever you wanted. You could lounge about the tower in it. I do highly recommend lounging about in fine clothing. Or perhaps we could find some swanky party to crash—"

"She means she can't afford it, you oaf." Quinns went from avoiding eye contact to glaring daggers in Oraion's direction, their voice a rough hiss. The blush in Noelle's cheeks deepened, though from a different kind of embarrassment.

“You didn’t need to say it…”

Quinns winced with an apologetic grimace. “Sorry.”

A look of surprise crossed Oraion's face, his crimson eyes widening.

"Afford? I— … oh."

He lapsed into uncharacteristic silence, his expression thoughtful as they continued on past the shop. Noelle started to wonder if coming to the Market was a bad idea after all. Quinns, not one to miss an opportunity, took a fresh jab at Oraion.

"Welcome to the real world. We use money here in the mortal realm, or don't you have that in Hell?"

"No, we do." Oraion answered as calmly as if Quinns's question was genuine, his gaze still fixed on nothing in particular. "I've simply… never needed to worry about it."

"A spoiled, rich, playboy, huh? Figures."

The red-haired demon lifted his chin. "And what of it? Quite honestly it is difficult not to amass some level of wealth with the longevity and power of a Greater Demon, and I am by no means the wealthiest. Furthermore, I pay my taxes and make regular contributions to support orphaned children."

Quinns's face, pinched tight in annoyance, now slackened to a wide-eyed stare of disbelief.

“Like, demon children?”

“No, angelic ones—of course demon children!”

"You're joking."

"Not in the least. What sort of place do you think the Demon Realm is? You seem to have some misconceptions."

Quinns resumed their customary scowl and started walking faster.

"Tch. Whatever…"

"No, wait, I won't judge! I'm genuinely curious!" Oraion trotted after them.

Noelle smiled. At least they were getting along, and the conversation had turned away from her own financial burdens. She hugged her arms and tried to hold onto the smile, but with every step it slipped further away. She'd never placed much importance on her appearance before, but now, with the patched elbows of her blouse, the threadbare hem of her skirt, and the moth-eaten wool cloak she wore, she started to feel rather shabby.

Oraion cut quite the dashing figure with his burgundy silk shirt (which was buttoned up for once), black trousers well-fitted to accentuate his impeccable figure, and a belted sash about his waist. Today he also wore a fine, matching longcoat against the encroaching autumn chill made of black canvas with burgundy accents at the lapels, cuffs, and lining.

Though they were only friends, Noelle recognized that Quinns was attractive as well, especially in their smart uniform. The Knights of the Midnight Falcon favored a pale green jacket with gold buttons and braiding down the front. Their trousers were also black—not as tight as Oraion's, but still flattering to their trim, fighting-fit figure. Their dark cloak trailed behind them, giving them an elegant and dramatic air.

Noelle held back a sigh. Next to the two of them, she must seem a lowly pauper.

"So how does a demon know what the Celestial Realm is like?"

"Well, it's what I've heard. You know fallen angels: once you get them started on 'the good old days' they will Not. Shut. Up."

Noelle caught up with her companions and cleared her throat.

"Um, th-there's a shop that I want to find, and I think it would probably be rather boring for you two, so, um… I-if you want to go on ahead, I can… catch up later."

Quinns sighed. "That means she needs to go buy witchy things, and no, I am not babysitting him. He's your… servant… thing, so if you want to split up he should stay with you. Besides, you shouldn't be alone in a crowd like this."

After requiring another moment with his handkerchief, Oraion nodded.

"I admit I have to agree with our chivalric friend. Besides, if I'm to assist in your academic adventures into the arcane, I ought to be involved. That is why you summoned me, is it not?"

Noelle found it difficult to refute their arguments, though she would much rather take care of it herself.

"All right." She sighed. "You can come if you like. But if only one of you comes with me, it has to be Oraion. I… I can't really let you wander around on your own."

"Ouch, but also fair."

Quinns crossed their arms and huffed out a breath, thinking it over. Noelle could almost see them debating whether or not they trusted her to be alone with Oraion, never mind she'd already been living alone with him for weeks. Finally they sighed

"Fine. You two go ahead. I'll find something for us to eat in the meantime."

Walking alone next to Oraion, Noelle became keenly aware of the attention he drew from many of the people they passed. She noticed a group of young women giggling behind their hands and pointing. When their gaze fell upon Noelle she looked away, but not before she saw their expressions sour. She could feel their eyes boring into the back of her skull as the two of them moved on.

Oraion cleared his throat awkwardly and scratched at his cheek.

"So… I, ah, apologize if I offended you earlier. It was not my intent."

"Offended…? Oh, do you mean about that dress? I-I wasn't offended… a bit embarrassed, maybe, but not offended. It was lovely, but…" She sighed. "Quinns is right. I don't have much money. It's… tough to be a witch here. Or anywhere, really."

Oraion tipped his head to one side quizzically. "How do you mean?"

"Well, witches… s-sort of have a bad reputation, I guess? The Inquisition thinks we're heretical and dangerous. It took me a long time to get the villagers in Chambelf to trust me—that's the town nearest my tower. Most of them still don't really like me, but… they let me buy food, at least, and a few people will pay me for small spells or potions.

"That's how I make money, or sometimes they'll pay me in food or goods. Once, I gave old Mrs Lambert a salve to help her rheumatism, and she gave me two chickens." She chuckled at the memory. "I told her it was too much, but she insisted. Now I've got fresh eggs…"

Noelle glanced over at Oraion to find him listening intently with a small smile, which for some reason made her stomach flip.

"A-anyway, what I mean is it's tough for me to make much money as a witch, and I always need to be a bit careful about who I deal with in town, because there aren't many people who like me, and, well, I don't want anyone to call the Inquisition on me."

Oraion clasped his hands behind his back as they walked.

"Well, in my experience, humans do tend to be sadly narrow-minded. A shame, really—their prejudices cause them to push away things that are actually quite wonderful. But that’s their loss then isn’t it?"

Noelle's cheeks grew warmer, as did the feeling inside her chest. She didn’t want to read too much into his words, but still they chased away some of the gloom over her heart.

"And this Inquisition sounds absolutely ghastly," he added, "although such things usually are. I can't imagine they'd take kindly to me either…"

“Oh, um, here, though, at the Silver Market, there's all sorts of people selling all sorts of things, and no one really cares who you are, so long as you buy their goods. It's usually pretty safe. I always try to make a trip whenever it's nearby; there are certain things I need for spellcrafting that I can only get here."

"And that's where we're going now?"

"Mm-hmm. It's usually around here somewhere. It's a large, purple tent. At least, it was the last time I was here."

Oraion paused and stood up on his toes, looking around.

"I think I see it."

"Really?"

"Here, look."

She turned her head in the direction he was looking but couldn't see anything past the stalls and tents in front of them. Before she quite knew what was happening, something wrapped around her and she was lifted into the air.

"Wh-wha?! Oraion!"

His arms were clasped below her rear, hugging her hips close to his broad chest. With how tall he was, her legs dangled a few feet off the ground, and she grabbed onto his shoulders in a near panic. A powerful wave of heat flooded Noelle's face, but Oraion simply gestured with his head as though nothing at all were amiss.

"Over there."

She glanced quickly in the direction he indicated and indeed saw the peak of what looked like a purple tent rising over the next row of shops.

"Yes, yes, I see it! Now p-put me down!"

He spun around with her in his arms and grinned.

"Oh, but you're so light! I could carry you around all day! Of course, it would be a tad difficult to see where I'm going, what with your lovely chest in my f-face… oh dear…"

He wriggled his nose, blushed pink around the tip and nares, and drank deep of her scent with a sly look in his eyes.

"You're not wearing perfume, are you? -snf- You know how sensitive I am, and my n-nose has been- heh- i-itching all day…"

Held tight against his chest, Noelle felt his breath catch as he snuffled with increasing desperation.

"What if the s-smell makes me- hih- m-makes me- hih- s-sneeze- hiih-hiisshiuhh!"

He squeezed her tight, muffling the sneeze into her clothing. Nearly everyone nearby was staring at them now, and Noelle dearly wished the earth would open up and swallow them both whole. Heat still coursed through her face, and now it was joined by a similar sensation between her thighs. She hardly trusted herself to speak, but she managed a thready whisper.

"Oraion! I ordered you to be on your best behavior!"

"Ooh~ Are you saying I can do better?"

"I'm saying: put me down, now!"

"-sdnnf- Yes, Mistress."

He heaved a dramatic sigh as he placed her gently back on the ground. Noelle pulled her thick scarf up to her ears, which were surely steaming, and made a beeline for where they had seen the tent. She could hear Oraion chuckle and blow his nose while he trailed behind her.

How could he do that in front of so many people?! One moment he was apologizing for possibly offending her, and the next he was embarrassing her in public. She recalled how he'd also gone from throwing down the gauntlet with Quinns in her kitchen to eagerly inviting himself along on their outing with the speed of a leucrocotta after a bone. These mercurial moods—Noelle worried they were a portent of more troubles to come.

It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the low light inside the tent. At first she thought it lit by candle lanterns but quickly realized the light was too blue. Instead, the lanterns contained glowing motes that gave off a cool, pale glow as they floated serenely in their containers: will-o'-the-wisps.

The familiar scent of the shop had a calming effect on Noelle’s nerves: it was herby and earthy, the smell of magic and secrets. Oraion stooped to avoid hitting his head on the low entrance of the tent and almost immediately sneezed.

"HEISSSHUUHH! Guh, should have seen that c-coming- hih-HIHSHOO! Of course a shop like this would be- heh-hehh- l-lousy with i-incense… hiiih'tchu!"

"Um, maybe you should wait outside…?"

Oraion pressed his handkerchief over his nose and mouth to ward off the scent.

"No, no, that won't do… hh'TCH! Ngh- I must be on h-hand to provide advice. -sdnnf- It's for your studies, after all."

"But-"

He gently took her shoulder and prodded her further into the shop.

"Ah-ah, no buts—I insist. I'll be fine in a- i-in aheh-eehhsshuu!" He paused to quickly blow his nose and clear his throat. "In a moment."

Noelle sighed and tried to ignore the tingling warmth between her legs. It wasn't so much Oraion she was worried about…

He pointed out a few of the more esoteric objects in the store, mostly to say things like, "Huh, that's interesting" or "Fake." To Noelle's surprise, he was actually quite knowledgeable about various rare herbs and their magical properties and uses. He seemed particularly excited about a dark, indigo-colored powder sitting in a small porcelain bowl.

"Oh, you should definitely get some of this."

Noelle came closer and inspected the label.

"Noctisia root powder?"

"Oh yes, you can- eh'cht! eh'cht! -snndf- You can do a number of fun things with that… Well, a lot of them are making poisons, but still. It's quite versatile. It can be used in transmutational workings, divination spells, illusions…"

He coughed a few times, but Noelle was fairly certain she heard a mumbled, "necromancy", in the middle before his voice returned to full volume.

"Oh, and it makes a lovely tea."

"I thought you said it was poisonous?"

"No, no: it's used to make poisons. It's quite harmless on its own."

"Hmm… must be some kind of catalytic action… If that's true, it may have further chemical applications beyond poisons. That warrants further study.”

She measured out the noctisia root, as well as a number of other reagents she needed to restock, on the shop's scales and took her purchases to the shopkeep. She almost didn’t have enough money, but Oraion managed to haggle the older woman down to a much lower total. Noelle caught a slight crimson glow in his eyes as he spoke.

“Did you… do something to that woman?” She whispered as they left the tent.

“Oh, don’t worry, I didn’t mind-control her or anything like that. I can't use that kind of power. I only turned up the charm a bit, made her a touch more agreeable. It’s easy enough to influence someone to do something they might be inclined to do anyway.”

He gave a thick sniffle and rubbed his poor nose, which by now was nearly as red as his hair.

“Ugh, it’s good to be out of there. My sinuses are full of that incense, and n-now that- heh- now that w-we’re ah- out, I n-need to- to- hiih- hiiIIH- HIIshiuu! HEHSHU! hhIIHiih-SSSHIEEW! Guh- get it out of… my… HEEIISSSHOO! Eshu! Eshu! Eshu! AT-CHOO!”

He panted a few times before blowing his nose into his handkerchief, which was becoming quite saturated. Noelle made a mental note to get him something other than silk, as it barely absorbed anything.

“Hah… get it out of my system. Gods.”

“S-sorry.”

“For what? -sdnff- I insisted on coming in with you.”

“I know, but… it’s still my fault you’re like this.”

A smile tugged his lips as he leaned in close, his voice low and husky in her ear.

"Oh, I'd say it's a small price to pay for the reaction it elicits."

He brushed the tip of his nose along the outer edge of her ear with a languid sniff. Noelle couldn't help but shiver as images flashed through her mind: finding someplace out of the way, Oraion's strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her, pinning her against a wall while his tongue—

“Well, I suppose we ought to find our absent knight and see what sort of food they’ve procured for us, eh?”

The lascivious daydream evaporated like a thimble of water tossed on a house fire. Of course he was only teasing her again. Had he placed those images in her mind? Or were they her own fantasy? Noelle reminded herself that Oraion was an incubus: a demonic creature from another plane of existence. Despite his current appearance, he was not human—he did not think nor see the world the same way she did, and in fact preyed upon humans like herself.

She tried to smooth her expression, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her riled.

“Right, yes. Let’s go.”

Noelle fell into step beside Oraion as they passed through the market looking for Quinns. Again she noticed the attention the handsome demon drew. Now it only seemed to further illustrate the different worlds she and Oraion belonged to. He possessed the elegance and regal bearing of a noble; it must look like he was slumming it with her at his side. Maybe he was right about her needing new clothes, especially if they ever went out together like this again.

She was broken from her reverie by the sight of a lovely woman dressed all in black. Her long ears and dusky violet skin marked her as a dark elf, and she waved a graceful hand at them as she stood in front of a fine tent. Many strands of shimmering beads hung across the open doorway.

“My lord! A moment of your time?”

Noelle caught Oraion looking the woman up and down before his face lit up in one of those beautiful smiles he wore. She swallowed something hard in her throat. Of course he would pay attention to the woman: the dress she wore clung to every curve of her lithe body, flowing fabric just sheer enough to show the shape of her legs through the skirt, billowing sleeves that hung elegantly from her slender arms. Her black hair hung in a glossy sheet, perfectly straight and smooth, framing a pretty face done up in dramatic black makeup. She looked like the hyper-sexualized version of what someone might expect a witch to look like.

“Care to have your fortune told, my lord? Guaranteed accurate divination performed by a genuine witch of the North Coven.”

Noelle bit back a scoff. The North Coven, indeed: no such coven existed. Clearly this woman was a fraud taking advantage of gullible patrons, most likely young men she could rope in with her charms.

Oraion rubbed his chin. “Fortune telling, you say? Now that might be fun.”

“Are you serious?” Noelle hissed, tugging him towards her with his arm, “She’s not even a real witch!”

“Oh, come on, it’s harmless, then, isn’t it?”

He turned back to the “witch” with an amused grin.

“Very well, then. Tell me my future, O Witch.”

The woman smiled and parted the beads with a hand.

“This way, my lord, if you please.”

Oraion strode towards the tent while Noelled sighed and followed a step behind. Just before they entered, the woman held up a hand.

“Ah, my apologies, but your servant will need to wait outside.”

Noelle’s mouth went dry.

Servant.

Oraion's servant.

The woman was referring to her.

Of course. How could they appear as anything else to the casual observer? A finely dressed and handsome noble out on a lark with his plain, grubby serving girl.

A stinging sensation pricked the corners of her eyes as that hard feeling in her throat returned tenfold. The density and closeness of the crowd around her suddenly became keenly apparent and seemed to grow ever tighter with each moment. Sweat broke out across her skin as her breath turned quick and shallow. Her fingers trembled. The bag containing the herbs she'd bought fell to the ground, contents spilling. The world started to blur as tears welled behind her glasses.

She ran.

No destination, no direction, no plan. Driven by primal fear, she didn’t care where she was going so long as it was away. She couldn't breathe. She needed air. She wove between groups of people, around carts and stands and tents. Harsh sobs tried to rise in her throat but were trapped by the tightness that gripped her entire chest in a vice. The last she’d seen Oraion before losing sight of him around a corner, he’d still been talking to that woman without so much as a glance for Noelle at all.

* * *

It took Oraion a moment of confusion before he realized the so-called "witch" meant Noelle. He drew himself to his full height and looked down his, admittedly reddened, nose at her.

“She is not my servant, and how dare you suggest such a thing? Is this how you treat all of your potential customers? By insulting them? I’ll have you know she is my wife, and I shall not stand for this offense.”

The elf’s pouting lips turned up in an infuriating smirk as she placed a hand on her chest.

“My deepest apologies, my lord. I assure you I did not mean to offend you or your, eh, wife, but from your difference in dress, well, I assumed—”

“You assumed incorrectly. Now instead of apologizing to me, you ought to apologize to her.”

“Well, I would, my lord, only she’s gone.”

“Gone?”

Oraion turned around with a start. Of his mistress there was no sign: only her bag lay discarded on the ground. His gaze darted about the crowd, but the only faces he found were those of strangers. He cursed himself before rounding on the woman again with something hot behind his eyes.

“Tell me which direction she went. Now.”

Again her horrid smirk. The woman pointed without a word and Oraion stormed off in kind, snatching up Noelle’s things as he went.

How could she have slipped away without him noticing? Was it the hubbub of the market, the confusing tangle of living energy flowing all around him? A sinking feeling told him no: he was distracted by the suggestively dressed elf, her attention, and the opportunity to show off. Weeks had passed since he'd last properly fed, and his Hunger was getting the better of him. His mistress forbade him from feeding on anyone else (“innocent people,” as she’d put it), but the girl was so damned shy—what was he supposed to do? The collar he was saddled with prevented him from using his demonic charms to seduce her, and forcing himself upon her would defeat the purpose of pleasuring her.

A sardonic voice at the back of his mind suggested maybe he should try talking to her honestly for once.

He tried to refocus on the task at hand. He'd need to find Noelle before he could even start to worry about feeding. The question was, where to look? The Silver Market was enormous, and even heading in the direction she initially went wouldn’t help much if she had turned somewhere. Oraion stopped and stood on his toes, using his height to his advantage. Finally he spied something he recognized: not Noelle’s russet curls, but light brown hair shorn close on the back and sides.

“Quinns!”

He hoped he wasn’t mistaken; he’d only just met them, after all. He recalled Quinns had a thin, pale scar running vertically across their left eye. When the person he called to turned, there was that same scar and familiar scowl, hooded green eyes squinting against the sunlight.

Oraion pushed his way through the crowd to them, and they craned their neck around, looking behind him.

“I found the— uh, where’s Noelle?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. I need you to help me find her.”

An angry grimace split Quinns's face.

“What did you do?”

“Me? I didn’t do anything! There was this fortune-teller— Look, it’s sort of a long story, suffice it to say someone upset her and she ran off. Someone who wasn’t me, all right? Now, I know you don’t trust me, and I honestly can’t say I blame you, but I need your help. Noelle needs your help. So are you going to help me find her or not?”

“Of course I’m gonna help find her,” Quinns snapped, “Where did you see her last, and which way did she go?”

Oraion gestured over his shoulder.

“Back that way, and apparently she came this way.”

“‘Apparently’?”

Oraion sighed and rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t see her myself, but someone told me she went this way.”

“You didn’t see where she went? What the hell were you doing?”

“That is not important! You can accuse me of whatever you like later, but that won’t help us find her now!”

Quinns took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of their nose.

“Okay, fine. You’re right. Let me think… Can you sense her at all?”

“In a crowd this size? I'd have to be right on top of her anyway."

"Not even with your connection to her?"

Oraion narrowed his eyes. "How do you mean?"

“You’re her familiar or her servant or whatever, right? Point is, you’re bound to her, so can you use that to sense where she is? Or a general direction, at least?”

Oraion cupped an elbow with one hand and placed the other on his chin.

“I’ve never tried it, but that doesn’t mean I can’t. This whole servant thing is still new to me, but it’s worth a shot.”

He closed his eyes and called Noelle’s face to mind. He saw her as she was not an hour ago, smiling as she told him about her chickens, her eyes sparkling. Whenever she got excited talking about something she’d always cut herself off, embarrassed, and change the subject. He wished she would stop doing that. Who had convinced her that talking about her interests was something to be ashamed of? She liked growing things, warm tea, cozy blankets, and books. She took great interest in science and alchemy, and her skills with magic were considerable, if rough around the edges. Then there was the way she stole glances at him whenever he sneezed, how prettily she blushed beneath her freckles while a warmth—

“I feel something.”

“You do? Where?”

Oraion opened his eyes.

“This way.”

* * *

Noelle wasn't sure where she was anymore in relation to where she had left Oraion. She'd reached the very edge of the Market and stood, sniffling and trying to catch her breath, behind the tent of a blacksmith selling their freshly forged wares. No one else was around, save a slender kaltari deer grazing at the treeline on the edge of the field.

"I'm so stupid."

She took off her glasses and scrubbed her eyes with a sleeve only for fresh tears to spill over again.

"What is wrong with me?"

Why did she always run away? No matter what went wrong, her first instinct was always to run, whether literally or figuratively. Why else would she be living in an abandoned tower in the middle of the woods? Her past, her responsibilities, the things she had done—she ran away from it all.

And now what? Separated from her friends, no bag, no money; all she'd done was make a mess of things, as usual. Was she so insecure that one offhand comment from a random stranger caused her to have a meltdown? No, it wasn't just that. She remembered the way Oraion had looked the fake witch up and down when he first saw her, the radiant smile he wore. She could still see him chatting with the woman, a coquettish smirk on her black-stained lips, even as Noelle fled.

It stood in total contrast to the derisive sneer and harsh words he'd given Noelle on their first meeting.

"I can't believe I've been summoned to serve some—some mousy witch in a decrepit old tower!"

Would he have behaved the same way if someone like that dark elf had summoned him instead?

Noelle sank to the ground, sitting with her back to the tent and her knees to her chest. A treasonous voice sank its needle-thin claws into the back of her mind, whispering words that dripped into her thoughts like a viscous poison—the same voice that haunted her dreams.

If you die, that demon can be free. He would no longer need to bear the shame of being shackled to such a pathetic excuse for a witch. He cares not for you. He will not come for you. You have no purpose and no worth to anyone but me, little Single-winged Sparrow. And if you will not return to me, you may as well be dead.

This blacksmith sells many weapons, does he not? It would be simple to take one in hand, let the keen edge of a blade bite into your—

"No!" She moaned and slapped her hands over her ears, as if that could shut out the venom inside her mind. "Stop it! Get out of my head! Get out, get out, get out—"

"Noelle!"

The person she most and least wanted to see came pelting around the corner of the tent with Quinns hot on his heels. Oraion dropped to his knees beside her, his beautiful face tight with worry as he took in her distressed state, and then his warm embrace enveloped her.

"It's all right, it's all right. We're here. You're safe." His voice in her ear was low and soothing, but it also carried an unmistakable quaver of anxiety. Was he concerned about her?

Noelle pushed her glasses up and rubbed her eyes with the heel of her hand. Her chest jumped with little hiccuping sobs.

"You- you c-came for me…"

"Of course I did. You're my Mistress."

"But… but I thought… you d-didn't like—"

He leaned back and looked down at her.

"I may not like being your servant, but that doesn't mean I dislike you."

"But I'm such a t-terrible witch! I'm pathetic and worthless and- and ugly! I don't deserve to be your—"

"Hey, hey!" He cupped her cheek with his large hand. "Don't say such things. I happen to know the charming young lady you're talking about, and I won't have you insulting her."

"Why?"

"Eh?"

"Why do you care?"

"Well, I… Y-you're…" He looked taken aback at her question, and even confused, as though he himself wasn't certain of the answer. After a few moments of thought, he finally said, "Well, we're… we're friends, aren't we?"

"Friends?"

"I mean, you don't exactly treat me as a Servant, and I should hope that after living together this long we'd be more than acquaintances. Or do you only see me as a terribly boorish houseguest?"

Noelle shook her head. Of course she didn't see him that way. She'd never minded living alone before, but now the thought of spending her days in the tower without him brought such a lonely ache to her chest. When had he become such an integral part of her life?

"Now, just breathe, all right? Take a deep breath."

To encourage her he took a deep breath himself, which immediately made his irritated nose crinkle. His ruby eyelashes fluttered as his breath hitched.

"Oh, th-that was a– a mistaa- hehh- hehIIH'TCHIU! Nguh… Okay, -snnff- maybe don't do it quite like that."

In spite of everything, a weak chuckle bubbled up in Noelle's breast, and she nodded, forcing herself to take a deeper, albeit shaky, breath.

Quinns took a knee in front of her.

"Are you okay? Did someone hurt you? Did this guy hurt you?"

"No, I'm not hurt. -snf- And Oraion didn't do anything."

Oraion raised an eyebrow at Quinns.

"Oh ye of little faith."

"You're a demon! Of course I'm not gonna have faith in you!"

"You wound me. What have I ever done to deserve it?"

Quinns was deadpan. "You tried to kill me in Noelle's kitchen."

"Oh, can't we just let bygones be bygones?"

"It happened like three hours ago!"

"And in that time we have made significant strides in our friendship."

"We aren't friends!"

"And I forgive you for thinking so. Ah, speaking of forgiveness…"

His expression grew serious as he turned his attention back to Noelle.

"Mis—Noelle… I'm sorry. I was distracted, and…" He sighed. "I didn't even realize what had happened until I turned around and you were gone. Fortunately I ran into Quinns, but… Well, I won't make excuses. I can only apologize and ask for your forgiveness."

"Distracted… by that woman?"

He sighed and pivoted so he sat on the ground beside her, keeping one arm hugged around her shoulders.

"Well… I can't help what I am. I won't lie to you. I know I don’t look it, but I've been seducing mortals for hundreds of years. It's my nature, my instinct. It's not something I can always ignore. So I admit her physical appeal drew me in, at first, but I don’t care how attractive someone is: no one insults my companions and gets away with it."

An uncharacteristically bashful look drew his gaze away, and he scratched the side of his nose.

"So I, ah, may have gotten a bit heated and decided she needed telling off. I said you were my wife, actually." He lifted his free hand and shook a fist at the empty air as he began a dramatic reenactment. "'I'll have you know she is my wife, and I shall not stand for this offense!' It was all rather gallant, I must say. A shame you missed it.."

"I'm your… you said I'm your wife?!"

"Well, I was on the spot, and it's not all that far off, is it? We are bound together, you and I." He squeezed her shoulders and winked. "What, do you like the idea?"

"Quit messing with her! Hasn't she been through enough?"

"Come now; nothing wrong with a bit of levity to ease tensions."

"You're not easing anything! And back up a minute: you've been seducing people for centuries? What the hell kind of demon are you?!"

"Oh. Did I not mention I’m an incubus?”

"An inc— You're a sex demon?!"

"Shh! Are you trying to inform the entire Market?! It’s not quite so simple as that, but yes, I suppose you could say that I am a 'sex demon,' as you so crudely put it."

“Have you—” Quinns stopped short and turned to Noelle instead. “Has he- h-have you two—?”

Oraion cut back in. “That’s not exactly your business, my friend.”

“I told you: we’re not friends! And it is my business when there’s a demon involved!”

“It’s all right, Oraion, Quinns is my best friend, I don’t mind. Oraion and I have been… intimate, but not, um, a-all the way? Enough for him to, y-you know… feed. If he doesn't he could die, a-and I won't allow that to happen. I’m responsible for him, so… I-I need to take care of him.”

Oraion pulled her in close and kissed the top of her head.

“Gods, isn’t she adorable when she gets all earnest like that? However, I believe you are the one in need of care at the moment, my dear. So then: let's get you home, shall we?"

“Home? But… we haven’t been here that long. I-I don’t want to ruin the day… any more than I already have.”

“You haven’t ruined anything.” Quinns touched her arm. “If staying here is just going to make you miserable, I’d be a pretty terrible friend if I made you do it anyway. We don’t have to leave if you genuinely want to stay, but if you’re only staying for our sakes, that’s no reason to stay at all. I like coming here with you, because I like coming here with you. If you’re not having fun, I don’t want to stay either.”

“Um…” Despite their assurances, Noelle still struggled. Leaving now felt terribly selfish all the same, that voice whispering she must shoulder the blame for everything, that if only she were stronger none of this would have happened.

Oraion squeezed her shoulder and dropped his voice to a conspiratorial murmur, as though he were sweetening a deal while bribing a Justiciar. “I’ll make you some noctisia root tea.”

Noelle couldn’t help but smile. “All right. I think I would like to go home.”

As soon as she’d said it, a wave of relief washed over her, and she realized she’d made the choice she’d wanted to make all along.

“Oh! The noctisia! My bag!”

“Right here, Mistress.”

Oraion produced Noelle’s satchel from somewhere within his coat. Where could he have been keeping it? Noelle resolved not to think too much about it—after all, where did his wings and tail go when they were hidden?—and she took her belongings gratefully before checking the contents. Everything was a bit jostled around, but none of the individual containers seemed to have spilled, at least. Then she noticed a small pouch she didn’t recognize, a black drawstring bag about the size of her palm, so she drew it out.

“What’s this?”

“Oh, ah, I suppose you should open it and see.”

She did so at Oraion’s gentle prodding, tugging open the pouch and turning it over so the contents fell into her open palm. Sparkling silver shone in the midday sun. A pair of earrings, the metal rendered into the image of a pair of luna moths in exquisite detail, sat in her hand.

“Wh-where did these come from?”

“Do you like them?”

She turned and found Oraion looking at her with an expectant expression.

“Well, um, yes, they’re beautiful, but… did you…?”

He gave her shoulders another squeeze as a soft smile tugged at his lips. It wasn't the dazzling kind of smile he used to charm people. In fact, it was something Noelle did not often see him wear, something far more genuine.

“Come now, you deserve to have something nice. I don’t know your size in clothing, and having something tailored to you would ruin the surprise, so this seemed a better option.”

“But… they’re silver! You can't touch silver. How did you get them? A-and how did you pay for them?”

Quinns cleared their throat. “You still owe me for those, Demon.”

“Yes, well, I asked Quinns to go and get them while you and I were shopping on our own. So I suppose you could say it’s from the both of us.”

“Uh-uh, no, it’s your gift. I’m not gonna tack myself onto it just because you had me play courier. What, are you trying to worm your way into getting me to pay for half or something? No way—you owe me in full.”

Noelle clasped the precious gift to her chest. Fresh tears stung her eyes, but a happier kind.

“Thank you, I… I-I love them.”

He leaned in and kissed her forehead.

“Then they belong in your ears, my dear.”

The demon stood and dusted himself off. The sun caught his red hair and wreathed his head in crimson flame. He leaned over to offer Noelle a hand up, and she noticed for the first time that, even in his human form, his pupils were slit like a cat’s.

Oraion, the Greater Demon, soul-bound Servant of Noelle the witch.

Perhaps also a friend.

“Come, Mistress. Let’s go home.”

#accidental mistress #oraion the allergic incubus #noelle the awkward witch #knight errant quinns #snzfic #snz fic #snz #snzblr #snz ocs #sneeze fic

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delectablechaos · 6 months

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My Hero Academia Characters

(TW brief mention of suicide in description)

Kairi Hanako ~ Quirk: Ghost. Real last name: Ailan. A dropout student from UA high school. Her parents were villains. She was taken in by Midnight after her parents killed themselves right before being caught by the heroes and police. Becomes a target of the League of Villains after her parents' background is uncovered.

Her parents both had ghost like quirks, her father being able to control and channel spirits and her mother being able to turn her body spirit like. She inherited both forms. Her spirits can be extremely deadly. If ordered to, they will eat the flesh of their victims. She can also channel this power, and eat through flesh by touching her victims. She originally fears her quirk and thinks she isn't suited to be a hero.

Her love interest, Dabi, eventually wins her over, and she drops out of UA. She does not join the League/Paranormal Liberation Front directly but becomes very close with Himiko and Twice. She is killed in battle while trying to shield Twice from Hawks.

I don't draw very often, but I actually have drawn her! Some real art and some silly sketches haha

Alternative Dimension:

Kairi's parents were not villains, but were obsessed with her becoming a hero. They sent her to UA, where she was a member of the big three before graduating. She chose not to become a hero, causing her parents to disown her. Her grandmother was the only one who supported her decision.

After graduating, she joined a band with her new friends Rei, Yukito, and Sage. She also began dating a man who was abusive towards her. She sought help from police and heroes, but nobody would do anything. Because of this, she lost faith in both. In a desperate attempt to protect herself after so long, she accidentally kills him. Her spirits devoured the body. Yuuki helped her make it look like he just disappeared.

She despised how people saw her as just a strong quirk. After accidentally killing her boyfriend, she began seeking out fights against people she thought were stronger than her, partially to quell her spirits' new thirst for blood after the murder. While doing this, she goes as Yurei, and keeps her face hidden by a mask. Her outfit also has a hood, which hides her hair so she is unidentifiable.

That is how she met the League of Villains. She started a fight with Dabi and Compress, but ended up running off due to Rei waiting for her. The League sought her out to convince her to join. She is convinced to, partially because of her desire to change the broken system of heroes and police, due to feeling like they abandon people in need. She hides her identity from the League, and instead goes as Yurei. Dabi is still her love interest. He tries hard to figure out her real identity because he knows she can disappear if she wants to leave the league, and nobody will be able to track her down.

She is also killed in battle when shielding Twice from Hawks.

Rei ~ the male lead singer and guitarist. He was the one who originally started the band, and recruited Kairi for the female lead singer after seeing her perform in the park

Sage ~ the drummer of the band. Rei's friend from high school, who was a transfer student from America. Because of his voice, he sings the more suggestive songs the band writes. He's popular with the ladies, but fell in love with Kairi. He harbors these feelings in secret.

Yukito (Yuki) ~ the bassist of the band and singer of the darker songs. Writes a lot of the songs with Kairi's help. He has an identical twin, Hachi. Their mother had a stalker when they were kids, but like in Kairi's situation, the police and heroes did not help her. She was eventually killed by her stalker. The two twins understand Kairi's feelings about the failed system.

Hachi ~ Yukito's twin. He works at an underground bar and is not involved with the band. The band does perform at his bar. Since he has a lot of knowledge of the underground, he is the one who tells Kairi when people are seeking out a fight with Yurei.

Rei, Sage, and Yuki were the inspiration for their demon counterparts in my Obey Me! ocs.

#my hero academia #my hero academia oc

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skygal-178 · 2 years

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FORBIDDEN LOVE (short story)

blurb: A classic forbidden love story, between a princess and a guard, in a fantasy setting.

Slightly inspired by the main character (Jacob) from the movie 'Outcast', but placed in a D&D world.

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Locradel, a vast land made of many different terrains and surrounded by water. With frozen mountain peaks at the Realmsedge in the North. Forests of all sizes and shapes surround The Flat Planes and The Midland Belt. And the ever dry Deserts of Gwaha in the East.

A big day is upon you, as your eighteenth birthday has passed, and are now of marrying age. As heir of the throne of Skyspire, an arrangement has been made long before you were even born. To none other than Prince Haryk Aghan from Grondrak, a High Elf like yourself.

In roughly three hours’ time, you’ll be on your way North to Grondrak. As you’re in your chamber, packing for the road, there’s a knock on your door. Without looking you reply with a simple. “Come in.” A moment later the door opens and an unfamiliar male Tiefling enters, waiting in the doorway. “Uhm.. hello.. do I know you?” You ask, as you instinctively scan his body up and down.

The two horns curve to the back of his head, with a dark brown, almost black, faux hawk sticking up in between. And those liquid silver eyes, so captivating. His harsh, yet smooth-looking crimson red skin. Wearing a black undershirt and pants, covered by leather armor over his chest, back and shoulders, and matching leather bracers on each arm. At last, his muscular tall build, towering just an inch or two over you.

“Not yet. My name is Jacolum, I’ve been assigned to be your personal Knight Guard on this trip.” He speaks with a raspy voice and a noticeable British accent. You chuckle and shake your head slightly from side to side. “Of course, my father would hire extra security. Well, if you would be so kind to help me pack. I’m running a bit late, as usual..” You mutter the last part under a breath. Already seeing the disappointment on your father’s face, that you’ll be facing soon. “Of course, just tell me what to do.” Jacolum flashes you a smile or is that a hint of a smirk? As he walks over to where you stand and begins to help you. You have packed a total of six dresses, a nightgown, a cloak with a hooded fur cover over the shoulders, and of course her Princess crown. Before, eventually, the time has come to hit the road.

Being a Princess is an amazing title to have, but it also comes with many downsides. One of them being the fact that you had never really been outside of Skyspire, not even outside the castle. Which makes this journey that much more exciting. Switching off between riding in the carriage and on horseback. Sleeping in tents or, if it’s safe and warm enough, under the starry night sky.

It’s the fourth day of travel and you and Jacolum, your personal Knight Guard, have been getting pretty close. Sitting by the campfire at night, talking about anything and getting to know each other. Those before-bed conversations really make the days fly by. So once again the sun is already starting to sun and it’s time to start setting up camp for the night.

“It’s gonna get pretty cold tonight.” Jacolum lets you know, taking out all the material for your tents. “I’ve noticed. It’s already pretty chilly out.” You cross your arms over, rubbing your hands against your forearms. The sun sets quickly and one of the two Royal Guards starts making a campfire in the middle of the tents. Which have been set out in a circle, in an opening between the tall forest trees. Unfortunately making it impossible to watch the stars this night.

Like they’ve done every night for the past three nights, the Royal Guards head to bed straight after dinner. Leaving you and Jacolum, to your usual before-bed-conversations. “So tomorrow we’ll arrive in Grondrak. Are you nervous yet?” “I’ve been nervous, just finding distraction in my surrounding company.” Your statement receives a soft smirk forming on Jacolum’s face. You’ve noticed it appearing more often in these past couple of days, along with this warm feeling in your stomach afterward. He suddenly hits you with a most unexpected, yet necessary, question. “Doesn’t it feel strange that you’ll be marrying this man, whom you’re gonna meet in a day for the very first time?” You’re wanting to answer right away; no, it’s the way it’s always done, but instead you decide to give yourself a moment to think about it. Which, surprisingly, you have never done before, but there’s something about the way he asked that makes you want to. “I do now...” Are the first words leaving your mouth with a breath.

There is a moment of silence, as Jacolum contemplates his next move. He’d want nothing more than to confess his feelings for you and seal them with a kiss, but he’s also unsure if you’re on the same level as he is. There’s a definite connection between the two of you, that much is clear to both of you. “It’s the only way I know a marriage goes, it’s all I’ve ever been taught..” Your thoughts start to spiral and blurt out. “.. I don’t really know what love is, what it feels like.. but from what I’ve read in my books, it’s one of the strongest emotions you can feel for somebody.” You look up at Jacolum, who is already looking at you and now moving in closer. You sink into his mesmerizing blue eyes, as he softly caresses your cheek with his thumb. Your heart skipping a beat when his lips meet yours. This electric sensation moving through your nerves. You wrap your arms around his neck. He pulls you onto his lap in a swift motion. The kiss lasts for what feels like a lifetime, a lifetime too short.

The next day they arrived safe and sound at Grondrak’s Royal Castle. Being welcomed with a big dinner, you enter your guest chamber and start to get ready. Changing into a light blue chiffon dress, decorated with beige leather line detailing on the bodice creating a layered waterfall effect in the center, shoulder veil sleeves on either side down the length of the dress, and an open back with one leather strip running down the middle. For make-up, you keep it elegant and simple, with matching blue eyeshadow and a peachy beige gloss on the lips. Your long dark brown hair is tied into a braided band around a full bun, with two loose strands framing your face exactly the right way.

For dinner to begin with you are served fresh carrot soup, followed by mini roasted chicken skewers as the starter, the main course is wild deer on a bed of spinach salad and mashed potatoes on the side. And, finally, for dessert, you have a tiramisu cheesecake with two scoops of homemade vanilla ice cream.

At the end of the evening, as the sun is setting, you find yourself on your balcony overlooking the view of the mountains. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” You turn your head, to see Haryk stepping onto the balcony. “Breathe taking.” You confirm, pulling your focus back on the mountains. “As are you.” He makes a soft attempt at flirting. You manage to give off a soft smile, but feel somewhat uncomfortable by his words. “I’m sorry, I wanted to be sure my eyes hadn’t deceived me... You’re not gonna love me..” Haryk quickly adds, this time taking you by surprise and turning a full one-eighty in your head. As you collect your thoughts, he patiently waits for confirmation of his statement. “What makes you say that?” Is the best you can do. “I recognize the looks you share with your Guard.. during dinner.” He pauses for a moment, a moment of hesitance it seems. “I know, because I myself am in love with another.” Your eyes widen, in shock and even relief. “What a great start to a marriage, huh?” Haryk seems lighthearted about the whole situation. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure this out.” He assures you, seeing as you don’t reply. “All I want is to be happy, but I don’t wanna disappoint my parents.” You state, a clear dilemma. “If you want, I could help you run off.. be with him and be happy.” Haryk’s suggestion tumbles around in your mind for a minute. “I want to write to my parents, let them know not to worry. My sister is next in line to the throne. and everything will be alright.” That is all you have to say for Haryk to nod in agreement. And so the plan is set.

Early in the morning, before sunrise, you wake up. Bags packed and ready to go. Jacolum takes your hands in his and you look into his silver eyes, as you stand just outside the stables near the edge of the forest. “Ready for a new adventure?” He asks, a wide grin plastered across his face. You simply smile, placing a soft peck on his lips. Haryk walks up to you with two horses and a hawk on his shoulder. You get the gist and hand him the letter you had written for your family. He places it in a cylindrical box on the hawk’s back, before it takes of in a South-Eastern direction. “It’ll arrive in a day or two.” He states, as he begins helping both of you pack up your belongings onto the horses. Two saddle bags and a sleeping bag for each and a tent to share. Jacolum helps you onto your horse, getting on his own afterward. “Well, this is it.” As Haryk begins his goodbyes, you take a deep breath. “Have a save journey, but most importantly have fun.” He waves you off and you take off into the forest, quickly disappearing from view.

~ years later ~

Passing over mountains, through thick forests, and across Sailor’s Crossing. It has been three years since you started your new life, together with Jacolum. Settled in the small town of Wrynn on the East side of Locradel. They live in a common house on the outskirts of Wrynn. A simple life, filled with love and many adventures to come. Like getting married for one.

It was only two months ago, when Jacolum asked for your hand in marriage. You were on a camping trip into the mountains. Sitting by the campfire, watching the stars above, already changed into your champagne silk nightgown with lace ruffle along the edges and a matching robe. When Jacolum suddenly got up, reaching out his hand to help you up too. “Will you join me for a moment?” He asks, with that ever-loving accent in his deep voice. You smile up and grab his hand. He leads you a bit close to the edge of the cliff, staying at a safe enough distance. “My love.” He takes your hands in his, turning you to face him. “We’ve been on many adventures together in the past years. And I’ve never had as much fun as I’ve had with you.” He looks deep into your eyes, sparking that instant connection. “I love you.” He places a soft peck on your lips, tilting your head slightly up with his thumb. “I love you too.” You reply, having somewhat of a clue where he’s going with this. Jacolum clears his throat nervously and straightens his olive green shirt, underneath his long beige vest secured with a double-cross belt around his mid-waist. He gets down on one knee, grabbing your hand in his once again. “I would want nothing more than to create many more memories with you, will you join me on this adventure and marry me?” He takes out a small wooden box, revealing the solid copper engagement ring. A teardrop-shaped smokey quartz stone in the middle. You look from his eyes to the ring and back again. A smile forming on your face, as you lean in for another kiss. “Yes, I do.” You reply quietly, making this intimate moment that much more intimate. As you part from the kiss, your eyes linger for a moment, while he slides the ring onto your left ring finger. The rest of the night consisted of small conversations, sitting together by the campfire, and heading to bed late.

Now the day has come, your wedding day. It’s a small gathering, just a couple of your friends, made along the way on your journey. You all meet up at this Little White Chapel in the mountains near Port Daru, overlooking the small town below and the vast sea beyond. One of your friends is braiding your long wavy pink locks, wrapping them around your head like a crown, and pulling it together in a loose braid down your back. Your make-up consists of soft pinks and purples. You’re wearing a long sheer dress, with geometrical line details all over, an open back, and clusters of fabric running down the bottom, giving a feathery look to it. The bodice is connected to a sheer neck piece with more geometrical line detail.

Just moments later, you’re walking down the aisle. Your ever so handsome very-soon-to-be Tiefling husband, standing at the end. A permanent smile plastered on both your faces. As you do, you notice the blue jay sitting on one of the chairs and you immediately know. It’s your mother, you had sent her an announcement of the wedding a week before. And seeing this bird, gives you a sense of comfort and warmth, knowing she’s there watching. The blue jay has always been a symbol of home and protection to you, as it is and will always be your family crest. Your eyes meet Jacolum’s, his smile warming your heart. As he looks you up and down, admiring your beauty and elegance in your wedding dress. You take his hand and stand next to him, facing the priest in front of you.

“You’ve all gathered here today, in honor of two people in love.” The priest motions to the both of you to face each other, and you do so. “Sealing a bond, eternizing a relationship.” He takes out a long blood-red silk scarf, signifying the new bloodline going forward. He gives you a nod and you intertwine your hands with Jacolum, as he ties your hands together with the scarf. “My knight, my guardian, my love.” You clear your throat, as you can feel the tears already starting to form. “Running off with you has, and will always be the best decision of my life. Not a day goes by without reminiscing the many memories we share. I remember the first time we went out camping by the lake. How we laid on the grass watching the sky shift from blue to pinks and purples to pitch black and filled with thousands of flickering stars. You told me about how you grew up on farmlands and used to watch the stars with your mother. I may not have grown up on farmlands, but I did watch the stars from the garden with my sister. Two very different circumstances, yet it’s the same experience. It was at that moment that I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.” Finishing your vows without crying, it’s only after you finish the sentence a single tear slips down your cheek. Jacolum shows you a loving smile, as the priest now nods towards him. “Growing up I had formed many opinions about royalty. To say I wasn’t excited about the assignment to be Guard to a Princess, was an understatement.” He pauses for a moment. “My apologies.” He chuckles softly and continues. “Those nights talking by the campfire, I had never felt anything like what I felt on those nights. You provided a feeling of comfort, a feeling of home and belonging. Those feelings have never faded. My dear darling, I will love you until it is the last thing I do.” With that, he finishes his vows to you. The priest pulls the one loose handing strands of the scarf, untying it, and takes out the rings. He places the pillow on the pedestal in front of him.

“If you would repeat after me.” He looks at Jacolum. “I take thee to be my wedded wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward.” He begins to slowly slide the ring onto your left ring finger and repeats. “To join with you and share all that is to come. In sickness and in health.” Again Jacolum repeats. “I will be yours alone until parted by death.” As the last words are spoken, the ring slides in place and you look down at it. Now it is your turn. “I take thee to be my wedded husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward.” You repeat, taking his ring and sliding it on. “To join with you and share all that is to come. In sickness and in health.” Your voice cracks ever so slight, as another tear of joy slips from your eye caught by Jacolum’s thumb. “I will be yours alone until parted by death.” You finish the sentence, as you slide the ring on completely. The priest looks over at you both, as you turn to face him again. “May the blessings of life, the joy of love, the peace of truth, and the wisdom and strength of Spirit, be your constant companion, now and always, as husband and wife.” He takes a pause, looking at each of you once more. “You may seal this union with a kiss.” With that Jacolum places his thumb on your chin, as he kisses your lips softly yet passionately. The sound of wings fluttering off takes your attention. You break the kiss and watch as the blue jay flies off, back in the direction of Skyspire. The remainder of the evening is spent with your friends, having dinner at a table set outside. Cutting the cake and digging into a heroes' feast.

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#short story #fanfiction #outcast #hayden christensen #dungeons and dragons #fantasy #princess #forbidden love

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